The Neighbors
Written by Tanzer

My neighbors, the Maxon's, always seemed like a nice, normal family... until I got to know them. And am I ever glad that they are "strange"!

We moved into our house about six months ago. We found a nice house at the end of a long court with only one other house nearby. It was newer development and we hoped to be able to buy some more of the property as a buffer. My wife and I have a toddler and one of our first tasks was to find a babysitter for the little one. If you're a parent you'll understand our elation when we learned that two girls, thirteen and sixteen, lived next door. Julie was the younger one and Jennifer the eldest. Julie was a very small girl, no taller than 4 feet and a couple of inches. She had the slight body of a girl who hasn't gone through puberty yet - no breasts to speak of, no hips, skinny limbs. Jennifer was more filled out and taller, maybe five feet or so. She had a tomboy build, with thicker thighs, short cut hair and smaller but well defined breasts. They were both nice kids and we had Julie watch our daughter quite a few times and got to know her and her sister well. Their father was almost the stereotypical, suburban "wimp." He had a very slight build, was thinning terribly up top and scurried, rather than walked, around the yard when he was outside. He was a nice guy though, and we'd talk when he was working in the yard or taking the trash out. Their mother, Donna, was the domineering type - always pushing their Dad around and berating his behavior, even in public. She wasn't very friendly to us and I got the feeling she wasn't too comfortable letting Julie baby-sit, but she did.

One week we learned that Julie couldn't baby-sit because they were going on vacation. That evening I saw Don and offered to watch their place for them. I have always been a voyeur and just being in someone else's house and snooping around gives me a great thrill. Don hesitated and I backed off, "Hey, I don't want to push or anything. I just figured we're neighbors and neighbors do that stuff for each other, you know? If you're uncomfortable with that, no biggie."

He seemed to think about that some and then said, "No. Please keep an eye on the place. Just don't tell my wife, OK?" I wasn't sure why his wife would care, but I agreed and took the key from his hand. The next day they took off for a week in Orlando. That afternoon I headed home for lunch. My wife was working and the little one was in day care so I thought it was a good time to check the neighbor's house out. I let myself in the back door and looked around. There was a master bedroom downstairs off the great room. The kitchen was huge and I grabbed a soda out of the fridge. I looked around the great room, but found nothing interesting there. Typical video tape collection of family movies. Next, I went upstairs where the girls slept. I went into Julie's room first. Her décor was typical little girl: pink wall paper, teen idols cut from magazines on the wall, school awards hung in frames. I went through her dresser first, looking for any underwear. I found one pair, cotton briefs with flowers on them - clean and boring. Next I went to Jennifer's room and looked around. She had sports memorabilia on the wall and even a real hoop and backboard signed by most of the Bulls up on one wall. I went to her bureau and found her underwear drawer. There were several pair of underwear in there; some were cotton, athletic type but one pair was nylon with a thong rear end. That surprised me - I couldn't imagine Jennifer wearing panties that rode up her ass crack. There was also an athletic bra and a half-cup nylon bra that matched the silky panties. I noticed she wore a 34 B - that seemed about right for her size. I looked around her room some more and noticed a hamper near the foot of her bed. Opening it, I noticed two pair of underwear. Pulling them out I could tell that one belonged to Julie and the other's were Jennifer's. I sniffed Julie's first. They had no odor and only a slight discoloration on the crotch pad. Jennifer's had a larger streak and smelled more pungent. I could see a faint hint of red on them and hoped for her sake she was at the end of her period, not the beginning - what a scummy curse to have when you're ready for the pool. I decided to take a chance and stuffed Jennifer's panties into my pocket for later use.

I went back out into the hall and noticed a door at the end. It had a hasp on it with a Master lock keeping it closed. It was obvious from the way the lock was on that the intent was to keep something in there, not necessarily to keep people out. I could see the screws that held the hasp on and with a little work could probably get the whole assembly off without having to pick a lock. (Not that I was confident I could even pick the lock, but my curiosity had made me try dumber things in my life.) I decided to leave the door for later and went back down to the master bedroom. The room was very feminine, with pastel-print wallpaper and little sachets strewn about the room. I went into the large walk-in closet and looked around. It took me a few minutes before I figured our something wasn't right - there were no men's clothes in there. I went back to the dresser and looked in the drawers - nothing there either. That seemed very strange to me. I did find Donna's panty drawer and was a little shocked at how risqué her stuff was: It was almost all black and very lacy. She had several garter belts with matching outfits. As I dug through the drawer I found several dildos of varying sizes. One was huge and had two prongs on it - for both holes. I sniffed them and determined quickly that they had gotten a lot of use. Her lingerie drawer certainly supported her domineering personality. I wondered what their sex life was like, and then dismissed the thought with a shudder. Some things just shouldn't be dwelled upon.