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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against My grass is green in the SF-2 match
- Theme: The grass is always greener on the other side
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Borrowing the Neighbor’s Tools
They say “fences make great neighbors.” In the 40 years I’ve lived here, the one that took the cake was Kevin. He was one of those hippies turned yuppies that traded in his acid for coke. Free Love became Greed is Good. You couldn’t touch his stuff but he had no problem with “borrowing” your shit. My tools walked off so many times and found their way into his garage you’d think I was AutoZone with how much ended up there. The funniest was when I went out camping one weekend and came back to find MY lawn furniture on HIS lawn during a bbq. “Didn’t think you’d mind.” Those were his famous words when caught red handed. Every time he said that I wanted to knock his teeth out.
I tried everything with Kevin. Talking nice, being a dick, stealing my shit back, locking the garage, even putting a chain on the shed. He broke the locks and helped himself. Worst one was about 2 years after I moved in, he “helped himself” to my snowblower and broke it before I could even clear my driveway.
I was done playing fair. If he wanted a war, I’d give him one. I could fuck with his car or his house, but that’s wouldn’t hurt him the right way. But I remembered that fine piece of ass that was his wife, Linda.
Linda was a fine piece of ass, about a year younger than me at 30 and almost as tall. She was vaguely oriental with all the right curves and a pair of tits that didn’t quit. She was two steps above a trophy wife and entering her baby fever phase. Too bad everyone knew about Kevin's “issues” with a low sperm count.
I knew how to get back at Kevin. He broke my snowblower, I was going to break his dishwasher. I mean fuck his wife until she loves me.
I spent a few days trying to figure out how to get close to her, but Linda saved me the trouble. She came over a few days later with a “casserole” as a peace offering. She was a shitty cook back then. She was in a sweater and matching pants that day, already working on her second glass of breakfast when she appeared. Linda apologized for Kevin, again, and after a couple more glasses opened up about their troubles. I took this as a sign and made my move.
The flirting was thing, but kissing her must’ve broken her out of her funk. Linda pushed back, but wouldn’t be denied now that I tasted her. She sat confused and scared as she tried to get up, but couldn’t go anywhere as I grabbed her as the chair fell out from behind her. She fell, only thing keeping her from crashing to the floor was my hold. I dropped her the last few inches, just enough to knock the breath out. I pounced on her, greedily kissing her as I pulled her sweater up and her pants down. Linda’s grogginess faded as I got one of her legs out of her sweatpants and she felt me undoing my jeans. She screamed a little between kisses as I pressed my cock against her pussy, and cried as I bit down on her nipples so I could grab her wrists in one hand. The other slid those panties to the side as I pushed in, savoring her warmth from the inside.
I can’t lie, I didn’t last long that first time. It’d been a while, so I was a 6 pump chump. I blew a big load in Linda, her tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t go, though. Whether it was shock, fear, or desire didn’t matter. She laid there until I caught my breath and played her body like a Stratocaster. I’m guessing Kevin’s not much of a lover because it didn’t take me long to finger her to an orgasm. I was rock hard again by this point and we moved from the kitchen floor to the bedroom. Nothing as fun as fucking on a waterbed. I miss those days.
Linda left a couple hours after she came over missing a casserole dish and with a womb full of seed. I wasn’t sure what would happen. I mean sure, technically the first time was rape, but she stayed behind and loved it the second time. I half expected the cops to show up any day, and Kevin to come try to kick my ass the other half. Neither happened.
Four months later I find out Linda’s pregnant. Kevin bragged about how much sex they had to anyone that would listen. I hated that asshole. I was just nice enough to him to not knock his lights out.
Every so often Linda would come over for some chore or deal with something Kevin stole. Any time we could, we’re fucking like rabbits. Then she’d fuck him later on to distract him.
Three years later, Linda’s pregnant with her second when her and Kevin had a big fight. I remember that night because I was finishing my fencebuild when they start screaming at each other, her oldest Jacob crying and shit flying across the yard. Another neighbor called the cops while some of us went over to calm shit down.
That’s when Kevin hit Linda.
According to my lawyer, I don’t remember exactly what happened next, but my right hand was in a cast for a month and Kevin refused to press charges. She got the house in the divorce and sold it after she moved in.
Kevin’s children call me Dad and him by his first name. DNA test proved they were mine anyway, but not until after he paid for their college.
“This is why you don’t borrow tools. Wreck a man’s snowblower, he’ll wreck your marriage.” My kids understood that way too early, but to this day none of them let anyone borrow their tools.
