Story: New Neighbours (mgg, mbggg, inc, anal, some nc)   
      
      
      
   I read the story 'New neighbors' and found it really cute. Thanks for that,   
   Mandil! I took the liberty to continue on it, and have received Mandil's   
   permission to publish this.   
      
   In the process, I did some grammatical corrections to the original, I   
   changed some minor details to make my continuation flow better, and, yes, I   
   changed 'neighbors' to 'neighbours', along with similar words. I cannot   
   write American...   
      
   (Also, the word 'ass' still does not appear in this story :-)   
      
   I hope I have managed to keep the story readable and enjoyable, without   
   changing the general idea too much. I have enjoyed writing this, and I may   
   also continue further if I find the time.   
      
   The story is still pedo, inc., with the added flavour of anal and some nc.   
      
   If you in any way may feel offended by reading such material, then don't.   
   And please don't try what is described here. It's just a fantasy. If you're   
   considered too young to be reading this, well, then don't read it either...   
      
   A big thank you also to the creators/administrators of ASSTR. A great job!   
      
   Finally, I know there must be typos here also, although I have done my best   
   to remove them. English is not my first language...   
      
   Enough of this, and on with the story! Enjoy!   
      
   1999/2000   
   Mr B. (mr_b_@hotmail.com)   
   Constructive feedback welcome   
      
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   New Neighbours   
      
   By Mandil   
      
   Author's note: This story takes place around 1945, just after the Second   
   World War.   
      
   Charles Capland had been living in the same house for all fourteen years of   
   his young life. He didn't like the neighbourhood and he neither liked the   
   mentality of the people of Linkenson, the town where he lived. His house   
   was situated in the poorest part of the small town, which in turn was   
   situated in one of the least developed parts of the state. His father, and   
   his older brother both worked at the local pulp mill, which was the   
   biggest source of employment in town, while he attended the under funded   
   Linkenson High School.   
      
   His family, as well as almost everyone else in Linkenson were on the very   
   edge of being considered poor. While his father worked ten hours a day so   
   as to try to make ends meet, Charles seldom had a chance to speak to him.   
   Well, he didn't miss him that much, since whenever his father was around he   
   was either busy doing repairs on their old house or he was sleeping.   
   Charles was the younger of the two boys in the family, and, having no   
   sisters, he was not well informed about the opposite sex. Besides, his   
   parents had raised him to be a good Catholic like the great majority of   
   Linkenson, and in those days it was simply not proper for a boy of fourteen   
   to hang around with girls and even less so to go out with them.   
      
   Of course Charles had friends with whom he spent a lot of time, but like   
   him they weren't too informed about the opposite sex. They would often   
   spend long hours - when they were out of hearing range from their parents -   
   speculating about the girls they saw in school and about the female   
   anatomy. But to talk about it and to actually experience it are two   
   completely different things. To make matters worse, it was simply   
   impossible to buy a girly magazine in Linkenson since the PTA committee,   
   backed by the local priests, saw to it that none of that devil's trash, as   
   they called it, ever made it into the local stores.   
      
   One day, barely a week after school had ended for the summer, he was slowly   
   walking home after having spent a few hours with his friends in the local   
   park, he saw an old truck parked in the driveway of the empty house next to   
   their own house. The house had not been inhabited for almost a year and in   
   was beginning to show sights of deterioration everywhere. As he got closer,   
   he saw two men unloading furniture from the truck and carrying it into the   
   house. A family was moving there. How poor they must be, he told himself,   
   to be moving into such a house. Having nothing better to do, he went to sit   
   on the swing in the back yard and he watched the men as they unloaded the   
   truck. A wood stove, a cheap wooden table and six chairs, a couch, an   
   upholstered chair with arms which seemed to be the best piece of furniture,   
   and all sorts of boxes. He didn't see the beds, so he figured that they   
   must have been unloaded before he got there. Then he saw a woman coming out   
   of the house. She was holding a five- or six-year-old child in her arm   
   while another girl of about eleven or twelve was walking behind her. The   
   woman was slim, she was wearing a dress that had seen much better days, and   
   even the girl that was following her looked odd to Charles. It took him a   
   while to figure out why the eleven-year-old girl looked different from any   
   other girl her age. For one thing, her dress was way too long - as if   
   someone had wanted to get rid of the dress and had given it to her - also   
   she kept followed her mother everywhere she went while holding on to her   
   dress. Once the furniture had been unloaded both men got into the truck and   
   they drove away.   
      
   While eating supper that same evening, Charles learned from his older   
   brother that their new neighbours were the Welden. The woman's name was   
   Clara Welden and she and her two daughters had rented the house next door.   
   Even though she was married, her husband was not living there since he was   
   away working somewhere. But Charles learned a couple of days later that he   
   was in jail serving a sentence for having attempted to rob a bank.   
      
   Upon hearing that the woman's husband was in jail, Charles told himself   
   that he was going to try to stay away as much as possible from the Weldens,   
   besides, they were even poorer than his parents were. But less than a week   
   later he was surprised one early morning to see the younger of the two   
   girls trying to sit on the swing in his yard. She had the same cheap dress   
   that she had on the first time he had seen her and even though her face was   
   clean enough, she was barefoot and as she tried to climb on the wooden seat   
   of the swing, he could see that her cotton panties were full of holes. He   
   watched her for a couple of minutes through the kitchen window as she   
   finally managed to climb on her knees on the wooden seat, but before she   
   was able to sit on it, she fell backward on her back onto the grass. It   
   took her a few seconds to react, as she remained stretched on the ground,   
   then when she tried to get up, she fell again and she began to cry. Fearing   
   that she had hurt herself badly, Charles ran outside to see if she needed   
   help. As soon as he was close to her, he reached down and he picked her up   
   in his arms. The little girl, though still crying, threw her arms around   
      
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