"This is so unfair!" Sabrina shouted at her father in the kitchen. She stomped her foot and crossed her arms around her chest as she pouted. "You're seriously going to leave me here while you ALL get to go to Hawaii? I already bought a new bathing suit."
"Your actions have consequences, Sabrina," her father said sternly. "You stole my credit card to go shopping. You don't deserve a vacation."
"It wasn't a big deal," Sabrina whined. "It's not like I spent a lot."
"Two grand!" her father yelled. "That's not 'a lot'?"
"You make enough to afford it," she pointed out.
"You have no respect, really! You don't understand the value of money," her father berated. "I guess that's my fault. I should have taught you better. And now I will. Starting with grounding you."
"Ugh!" Sabrina shouted and ran upstairs to try to appeal to her mother. "Mom – tell dad to let me come to Hawaii."
"You know, Sabrina, I don't understand where this sense of entitlement came from," her mother chided as she finished packing her and her husband's suitcases. "But I think some punishment will be good for you. It's not like we're sending you to military school. You don't even have regular school right now. You'll have the whole house to yourself."
"But no friends, no going out, no ordering Doordash," Sabrina complained childishly.
"Yes, that is what grounded means," her mother said. "We got three weeks worth of groceries and premade meals in the kitchen. We set the security system, so we know whenever the doors are opened or closed. And we asked Mr. Seever to keep an eye out for anyone coming to the house or you leaving the house."
Sabrina gaped. "You got me a fucking babysitter?"
Mrs. Remington rolled her eyes at her daughter's dramatics. "He won't be staying here. He's our neighbor across the street. We just asked that he report if you have friends over or try to sneak out."
"This is so lame."
But no amount of complaining or griping helped Sabrina escape her punishment. Mr. and Mrs. Remington set the security system on their way out to the airport for their flight. Sabrina spent the first few days sulking around the house, eating the premade meals and watching Netflix on the flatscreen.
On the fourth day, she invited Steven, her boyfriend, over for a quickie. But while they were feeling each other up on the couch, her phone rang.
"We explicitly told you, no guests," her father's stern voice came over. "Especially your boyfriend."
"What the hell? How'd you—"
"Is that really what's most important here?" her father asked. "You're grounding is extended another month."
"What!" she shrieked into the phone. "You might as well send me to a fucking convent."
"Now there's an idea," her father said sarcastically. "It'll be another month if you don't make Steven leave right now."
"Ugh!" she groaned. "Fine, you tyrant!" She hung up and kicked her boyfriend and stewed in her room, knowing exactly who had ratted her out.
Mr. Seever, aka quiet Quentin, had been their neighbor going on three years. He was in his thirties but still got along with her parents. He tried to talk to her plenty of times, but she ignored him. She had a life. She didn't have time to chat about hedges with the neighbor that wore reading glasses and relaxed denim.
She didn't know that her ignorance didn't stop him from watching her. As soon as he moved in across the street to renovate his parents' retirement mansion, he noticed sweet Sabrina. She was thirteen then. A little too young for his tastes. But he knew she'd blossom soon.
That's why he set himself up in the bedroom with the window that saw directly into hers. She always walked around in little to no clothes and never drew the curtains. He'd watch her dress and undress.
Now, he watched her finger her own pussy in her bed after her thwarted her attempt to sneak her little boyfriend in against her parents' grounding rules. It had been so satisfying to call her father, acting concerned and reluctant to tattle on her. But the man thanked him for calling.
Thanked him.
Inadvertently thanking him for watching his daughter. Watching her through the window, scantily clad, trying to get fucked. Hand on his own cock, panting heavily, fantasizing about the teen's cunt wrapped around him.
He came as he watched her cum and get dressed. He panted heavily still as he pulled his pants back up. He went downstairs to get a Gatorade and plotted.
Sabrina, after getting a pitiful orgasm from her own hand, went back to sulking. She hated her neighbor, and she hated her parents at that moment. She lazed around for the rest of the day. Stewing in frustration, both anger wise and sexual wise.
The next day, she was woken at one in the afternoon by the ringing of the doorbell. She opted to ignore it. But it rang even more. She pulled her phone out to check the front door camera, but the signal was lost so all she saw was black static. She huffed, getting up and throwing some clothes on, including socks, and going downstairs to answer the door.
"You," she said with a glower when she saw her neighbor. She crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
He chuckled at her attitude. He knew she wanted to put him off. Annoy him so he left her alone. But it wouldn't work. He'd knock the attitude out of her first.
"I'm just here to check up on you," he said casually. "Your parents asked me—"
"To spy on me," she retorted. "I don't know what they're paying you, but it was totally uncool of you to rat on me."
"Look, your parents are gone, they asked me to keep an eye on you," he said. "I'm just doing what I was asked. You're grounded, you knew the rules."
"Antiquated, totally unfair rules," Sabrina pointed out. "They asked you to spy, not to come over. So what are you doing here?"
"You know, I think you need a real attitude adjustment," he said, voice turning dark. He stepped in, causing her to step back, and shut the front door behind him, locking it for good measure. "You're a real brat."
"Who do you think you are?" she asked. "You can't talk to me like that."
"I'm not your inferior, sweetheart," he said, reaching forward for her shoulders, holding her at arm's length as his eyes scanned her body. "You can't bat your eyes or flash Daddy's credit card to make me do whatever you want."
Sabrina felt very uncomfortable but didn't want to show him. She scoffed and tried to turn away from him, but his grip tightened on her upper arms. "Let go of me, perv!"
"I don't think so," he growled, shoving her towards the stairs. "You think you can strut around in your underwear for anyone to see, sneak guys in to fuck, and nothing will happen? No one will come and take what you give out for free?"
"What are you talking about?" she demanded. She tripped on the first step of the stairs and almost fell but he caught her. He pulled her up, so their chests were pressed together. His hand skated down her back until he grabbed her ass harshly. "Hey!"
He chuckled and squeezed harder. "You know you want this. You want any one with a dick to come and use you like the whore you are." As he spoke, his hand slipped from her ass to her crotch, cupping her crudely, his fingers making her underwear dip inside of her.
"Get off me you asshole!" she shouted.
"You know it's the middle of a work day, right?" he told her. "No one is home to hear you. But… if you do make too much noise, I'll have to hurt you."
She quieted quickly as his other hand wrapped around her neck. "…what?"
"I squeeze just a little and you won't be able to breathe," he said, squeezing enough that she felt his fingerprints on her skin. He let go a moment later and she gulped for air. "Or I could throw you around. Rough you up. Or I can tell you parents about the wild party you threw while they were away, leaving the house trashed and a lot of special items missing. Who are they going to believe, anyway?"
Sabrina whimpered in fear as Quentin manhandled her up the stairs and into her room. Her window was pointed right to his across the street, curtains pulled wide open. He grinned, remembering the camera he'd set up on a tripod in his room. Already recording.
He clamped his hand around her throat again and carried her to her bed, throwing her on it roughly. As her body bounced, he stripped his clothes off first. Then he stepped up to the edge of the bed as she tried to sit up and pushed her down again.
"It's useless to fight, to try and get away," he said. "I'll ruin you."
Tears built in the corner of Sabrina's eyes as the man's hands started pawing at her. He groped her breasts over her shirt before shoving the hem up to expose them. He rubbed and twisted her nipples. He then pulled her pajama shorts down her legs, leaving her thin panties and socks on as he started rubbing her pussy hungrily.
"So sexy," he groaned.
Sabrina felt twisted and scared and helpless. If she fought too much, he would ruin her life. And she knew if she fought or tried to get away, he was big and strong enough to stop her. He could follow up on his threats.
She shivered and lied on the bed in fear as the older man put her legs up and spread them to expose her to his lustful gaze. She covered her face with her hands as his fingers pulled aside the crotch of her panties, exposing her shaved pussy to the air and his eyes.
"You're already so fucking wet. All for me." He licked his fingers and teased her pussy before roughly turning her over onto her side.
"So sweet," he hissed as he turned her onto her stomach and climbed onto her body. Without any real prep, he felt for her entrance with the head of his cock and then started pushing into her. in one smooth move, his entire cock was inside of her.
"Ah!" Sabrina yelled. She'd never had a guy just put it in like that. She made them work for it. She stretched herself out first. And other than fingering herself yesterday, she hadn't been prepared for any penetration. He felt too big, she felt too full. She could hardly breathe.
Quentin wasted no time thrusting into her with wild abandon. He'd wanted this for so long. He couldn't hold back.
"Fuck yes, how are you still so fucking tight," he cursed down at her. "So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can't believe I waited so long to get a taste. Should've broken you in when we first met."
Sabrina recoiled, laying her face limply on the bed as her body rocked back and forth with his thrusting. She'd been thirteen when he moved in across the street. Was he really that sick?
She opened her mouth to retort, but only a sob came out. "Stop…"
He slapped his hand over her head, shoving her further into the mattress. He pounded into her harshly. "Shut up – you know you're loving this. Your pussy's squeezing me – you're so fucking wet."
She wanted to argue with him. It was just her body's physiological reaction to stimulation. She did pay attention in school. She surely wasn't aroused by this asshole. She couldn't be.
She laid there as he thrust into her, their skin slapping together crudely, as his cock invaded her body like a knife.
She thought when he yanked his cock out of her that maybe he was done. That she'd feel his sick cum on her body and he'd leave her there to cry alone. But no. He whipped her around onto her back and slammed his cock back into her so hard she screamed.
"What did I say about making too much noise?" he asked her, tauntingly. He folded her legs up and pulled on her thong until the fabric tore.
Her pussy made suction squelching noises with ever thrust in of his cock. Sabrina could feel it hitting her cervix. Could feel her nubile breasts swinging with the force of her body rocking. Her body ached with how he contorted her and fucked her and she knew she'd be sore later.
"So good, you're gonna make me cum, gonna fill you up with it," he hissed, his head bending back as the pleasure tingled up his spine.
Sabrina flinched and gaped in horror at his words. "What? No! No don't cum in me, anywhere else, just not in me. Please! Please!"
"Oh I love to hear you beg," he said with a cruel smile. As he started to cum, he did pull out, but not quickly. Strings of cum shot inside of her, and the rest splashed around her cunt and inner thighs.
He caught his breath while she whimpered on the bed. He reached to yank the rest of her clothes off and pull her up. "Not done yet. Gotta clean up. Get in the shower."
"What?" Sabrina whined. Her legs felt weak as he led her to her ensuite bathroom. He unceremoniously put her into the shower and started the water, turning it lukewarm. He shut the door and said, "Wash up. I'll strip the bed."
Sabrina shook in the corner as he pulled the blankets and sheets from the bed and tossed them into the washer. He dumped the soap in and left the machine off before going back upstairs to check on Sabrina. He found her still shaking. He tutted, clicking his tongue at her. "I said to clean up, sweetheart."
She flinched away when he opened the glass door and stepped inside, still naked. He grabbed her loofa and body wash and lathered her naked wet body in suds. He paid special attention to her breasts and nipples, and the curve of her hip and ass. He turned her around to scrub her back, feeling his cock come back to life.
Sabrina squeaked as he pressed her front against the chilled glass of her shower door. He took the detachable shower head in hand and washed away the soap from her skin. He aimed it right under her, so the water pressure hit her used pussy directly.
Sabrina hissed at the sensation. The water was stimulating her clit and making it swell up in arousal. She'd often masturbated this way. She had to try not to lean back into the water.
Quentin hissed to himself as his cock fully hardened. He gave her no indication of what he was doing behind her as he aimed and thrust right back inside of her cunt.
"Ngh!" Sabrina exhaled sharply in shock from being filled so quickly and suddenly. Her hands planted against the glass to keep from falling or slipping too much as Quentin started fucking her harshly.
She lost track of how long he was fucking her until he pulled out and came down the shower drain and started washing her all over again. He even used his fingers to scoop any friendly fire cum inside of her and thoroughly clean evidence of their time together away.
He deposited her, towel and all, on her bare bed and said, "Don't think about calling your parents. You know what I'll tell them, and you know they'll believe me over you. Now, get some rest. No wild parties."
Without a care in the world, he went downstairs, started the washing machine, and left. When he got to his house, he turned off his wifi jammer and stopped the recording on his camera. He couldn't wait to upload the footage to his computer and watch the lovely film he and Sabrina made.
Sabrina cried herself to sleep. And even if the sheets were clean, she threw them out. In the end, she decided not to breathe a world of anything that had happened. No one would believe her anyway. Or they'd guess that she invited him over. She decided it was best to deal with it on her own and finish off her grounding. When her parents got back, he wouldn't have an opportunity to get near her again. She'd apologize for taking her dad's credit card and maybe ask to go stay with her Aunt in the country. Maybe they'd see her as truly remorseful and take her up on it.
A few days later, the light bruises were faded, and her aching was gone. She'd facetimed with her friends, boyfriend, and parents and acted as if nothing had happened. Her parents seemed to be warming up and assured her they'd bring plenty of gifts back from their vacation. A vacation they were now treating like a second honeymoon.
She was watching Love is Blind on Netflix in the media room, snacking on caramel popcorn, when she thought she heard something. She pulled out her phone to check the cameras, but they were all static. She was just about to call her parents when none other than Quentin casually walked into the room.
Her voice shook as she asked, "Wha-what are you doing here?"
He smiled at her. "Did you think I could stay away after feeling that sweet puss wrapped around my cock?" He advanced on her and every bone in her body wanted to flee, but she was frozen. He sat next to her on the couch and threw his arm across her shoulders. "Did you miss me?"
She didn't answer. She looked ahead at the television, even as his hand not on her shoulder started feeling up her breasts over her shirt.
"No bra," he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her skin. His hand groped her nipples and brought it to a hard point. "Very nice." His hand moved down to her loose shorts and pulled them down, revealing polka dot panties. "Very cute."
"Ngh," Sabrina whimpered as he started stimulating her clit over her panties. She wiggled and shrank away from his touch, but he persisted and pressed his hand against her.
His head wedged against her neck and shoulder, pressing a series of messy kisses over her skin. "Didn't your parents tell you they gave me a key for emergencies? No? Guess they wanted to avoid another tantrum from their little brat of a daughter."
"Please…" Sabrina begged, meaning please stop, please leave her alone.
But he didn't take it that way. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll give it all to you, make you feel good."
Sabrina shook her head and leaned away from him, but he didn't care. His cock was hard and throbbing and he was hastily undressing himself as he pushed her onto all fours across the couch. He wasted no time pulling her panties aside so he could feed his cock into her pussy, again without much preparation.
Once inside, he immediately started thrusting in and out, enjoying the whimpers she made and way her pussy clamped down on his invader, as if trying to push him out. But it only served to pull him in. He rocked inside of her, enjoying the suction feeling on his cock.
"It's too much," Sabrina whimpered. "Slow down."
"Don't worry, baby, you'll adjust," he panted from above her. He pummeled her pussy ruthlessly, shoving her into the couch. He had to pull out rather suddenly when he almost came. He hadn't touched himself since their last encounter. But he'd watched their sex tape on repeat. So he was pent up and ready to blow. But he wanted this to last.
To buy time, he pulled her clothes off her body and deposited her on the plush rug in front of the couch. Reality TV was still playing in the background, but he paid it no mind.
Sabrina's body went limp and malleable as he pinned her to the floor with his hand on the back of her neck and started fucking her again. He didn't take it easy on her. He pounded her into the floor.
Soon, his orgasm crept up on him again. This time, he didn't resist or take a break. He slammed his whole length into her and let all his cum spill into her body without warning other than a guttural grunt. And he felt – with ludicrous satisfaction – that she was so full of his cum some overflowed out of her, dripping on the carpet.
Sabrina froze in cold dread as the feel of his cum filling her body. She fell bonelessly to the floor in a heap of defeated limbs. And as he pulled out of her, and stood over her prone body, she knew that somehow he'd find a way to make sure this would never end.