Kayla - The Girl Next Door

It was early June and I was moving into my new home. After a long search, I?d found a house that I loved, at the edge of a tiny village in central England, with most houses encircling a well-manicured village green. When beginning my property search, I wanted something which allowed enough privacy to explore my exhibitionist side.However, the sense of community which came from the design of houses around the green and views of the surrounding countryside from the large picture windows, had me hooked immediately.I arrived mid-morning, a little time before the removalists and was strangely reassured to see curtains twitching as the lorry was emptied of my belongings and transported inside. I attempted to be logical, getting the guys to leave boxes and furniture in appropriate rooms. It took some time but by mid-afternoon, I was by myself looking at a house full of unopened boxes.For early June, it was surprisingly warm and I had discarded my trainers and socks and was about to kick off my jeans when there was a knock at the door. It was a couple (Erin and Andy) who told me they lived next door, telling me they had a sixteen-year-old daughter (Kayla) who was doing her final exam that afternoon.I must admit to being surprised to hear they had a daughter of that age because they appeared to be a couple in their fifties. I found out sometime later that their daughter was conceived on Andy?s forty-second Kolej Escort birthday and that the pill clearly failed. They were a lovely couple, we hit it off immediately and was invited round to eat that evening.I was delighted to be invited.*I couldn?t see me eating otherwise but when I suggested I needed to change, I was told to go as I was. I giggled, asking, "Barefoot too?"*It was Erin?s turn to laugh, telling me*I?d*be a big hit with Kayla because she was*always barefoot. I had a few hours to unpack some boxes but it?s fair to suggest my curiosity about Kayla had been pricked. I was wet.At 6 pm, I was standing on my neighbours' doorstep, knocking the door and was welcomed in by Andy with a hug and kiss to my left cheek. He chuckled, saying, ?I see you decided to stay barefoot.?No sooner had Andy stepped away from me that my attention was taken by a bundle of energy skipping down the stairs, wearing a short denim skirt and white vest t-shirt.?Howdy, new neighbour,? Kayla said as she too greeted me with a welcoming hug.*?I see another oldie has moved in, dad but at least she is gorgeous too. ??Well, if you call twenty-five old, oops, twenty-six soon, then yes I?m old. ?Wow, yes. I thought you looked more like twenty-two.?Kayla and I both started to laugh. As well as being bubbly and gorgeous, in twenty seconds, I?d fallen in love with Rus Escort her personality.* Kayla was four inches shorter than me, at five-feet-two-inches*tall, with shoulder-length naturally blonde wavy hair, parted on the left. She had the bluest eyes I?d ever seen, a cute nose and smile dimples on each cheek. Through the material of her top, I could clearly see the outline of her puffy teen nipples sat atop full C or D cup breasts. Her skirt was so short that I could see all but the top of her thighs, down to her tiny sexy feet.As we ate, I explained that I couldn?t stay long.*I needed to unpack bedclothes, so I could sleep in my bed.?I?ll come and help you, Jo and now my exams are finished, I can help every day?*but then, I?m only just sixteen and as a teenager, I?ll probably get bored.?I asked when she turned sixteen and was shocked when she replied, "Last Friday,"*but I felt very flustered when she suggested a birthday kiss from me would have been her favourite gift.By 6.45, Kayla and I were heading up my stairs to the bedroom. I was so hot in my jeans, telling Kayla I needed to take them off after I found some shorts.?If you?re wearing panties, just wear those. I will take off my skirt, so we are dressed the same way. ?By the time she?d made the suggestion, we*were in my bedroom and before I could reply, Kayla?s skirt was sliding down her Yenimahalle Escort legs. Taking a deep breath, realising she?d left me no choice, I unfastened my jeans. Aware of her eyes watching my every move, I attempted to show no nerves or hesitation but truth be told, I felt extremely self-conscious.?Look, we are twins, both wearing a pink thong and both with a turned on wet patch. ?I attempted to focus on unpacking. I needed to find my bedclothes and make my bed but with every action, Kayla was seducing me. I was struggling to resist this sixteen-year-old temptress. She*had it all; personality, looks and an endless amount of sex appeal. I looked at her body, her mischievous knowing smile, before looking at the collection of boxes in the centre of the room. I suggested Kayla concentrated on boxes, marked clothes and filled the fitted wardrobes, while I unpacked bedclothes.I was impressed how she took to the task, without a hint of complaint, almost revelling in looking through my clothes, before hanging them up or putting them in cupboards.From the second we got to work, we began to ask the other about our lives. As confidence grew, questions became increasingly personal but there were no hesitant answers, we were totally at ease with the other.Kayla asked why I was obviously single. I told her that I met a girl, four years older than myself, when I was eighteen and that I lived with her until twelve months ago. She introduced me to a naturist lifestyle and desire to be naked at home. As our relationship developed, my ex built a desire to have kids, suggesting we had a threesome and unprotected sex so we?d both get pregnant.* The getting pregnant and being a mother, I would do but no way would I do a threesome.