Manipulating the Neighbors Description: A very gifted bacholor decides to manipulate the next door neighbors. Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff MM Mm Mult cons rom non-con reluc rape coer Blkm mc slave gay les bi het fant ScFi cheat wife wimp cuckold watch inc mother son bro sis fath dau cous grand unc niece aunt neph in-law D/S Mdom Fdom span lght SM humil swing gang group. Chapter 1 I looked at my watch as the last remaining light was turned out in the house across the street. I wrote the time down in the small black ledger as I had each night for over a month. I was observing the Grant house from the comfort of my easy chair, in complete darkness—the chances of my being detected very slim. I am single, having moved to the neighborhood several years earlier. Because of my status, I have plenty of time on my hands—too much some would say. Lately, a lot of my time has been devoted entirely to the Grants, although they aren't aware of it. We are the typical next door neighbors. I frequently sit on their back deck drinking beer with Dale and having a good time. We are what you would consider good friends. Of course on these visits, I had gotten to know Darla, his wife, and their two daughters Renee and Deanna, ages 20 and 17 respectively. Over the years, I had become virtually a member of their family—to the girls I was more of an uncle than simply a friend of their dad. Dale was an administrator at the local high school while Darla taught third grade. Renee had just finished a nursing degree and was engaged, the wedding was in just two weeks. Deanna was a senior at the local high school. My obsession with the family began some years before but I managed to contain it. About a year earlier, she came home while I was out mowing my grass. She jumped out of her car in dark green short-shorts (the bottom of the shorts fell just far enough to cover her ass cheeks) and a white spaghetti strapped shirt. This was out of the ordinary for her as she usually dressed with class and style—almost business like. I don't know why Deanna struck me any differently at that moment than she normally did—but she did. It was at that point my obsession went from strictly a part of my imagination to something I had to carry out. Even in her normal attire, there's no doubt that Deanna has a fantastic body. Her tits are a little smaller than my liking—around a B cup—but her ass is fabulous. The short, tight shorts simply accentuated it, causing my cock to immediately stand at attention. Her ass has flare and thickness, and is held up by thick and firm, fantastically tanned thighs and long legs. Her long, thick brown hair falls to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face. She stands around 5'6 and weighs around 125. Her mother and sister, Darla and Renee, are similar in height, 5'3 or so, but Darla is at least 30 pounds heavier at 145. I would guess her measurements to be around 36-32-40, give or take a couple. Renee and Darla favor each other, although Renee's eyes seem to "bug-out" slightly. But she too is a very attractive young woman. Neither Darla nor Renee have large tits. Darla's look to be the largest, but it's not by much. Renee's hair is dark brown, almost black. She wears it brushed out straight, falling to just above her shoulders, with her bangs pulled to the side tucked behind her ears. She also has a nice ass, but it's smaller, lacking the 'flared hips' and larger thighs which characterizes Deanna's ass. However, it does swell outwards very nicely and looks to be firm. There is just enough for each cheek to fit nicely in each of my hands—or so it appears. It is harder to tell much about Darla. She is in her mid-40s and never seems to wear anything other than sweaters (or long sleeved blouses, depending on the time of the year) and dress pants—like many school teachers. She is average build for a woman her age and keeps her hair "done" like women who are twenty years older than she--her black curly hair is short and always beauty parlor styled. She is a nice looking lady, even though she does her best to look ten years older than her age. The small, circular wire rimmed glasses go a long way to helping her accomplish her goal. Although this is a small town, and although Darla is somewhat plugged into the social scene (the same one that is common to all small towns), she seems to be so only passively—meaning she keeps her eyes open to what the local women her age are wearing and her ears open to the gossip. But she doesn't seem to be anywhere close to the center of it. I had realized at a young age that I had a talent. I possess the ability to read minds as well as manipulate them. I can control anything about a person essentially by hijacking their brains. I can have them remember doing/seeing/hearing/etc., things that never happened or I could have them forget things that actually did happen. I can block sensory signals from the body to the brain or I can actually manipulate them. For instance I could make a person see anything I want them to see, without it ever actually being there. On the other hand, I can completely block the sight of something right in front of a person—whether it be another person, a building, etc. The easiest way to 'manipulate' someone is to delve into their minds to see what is already there. There only takes milliseconds. For instance if an older white woman already has a desire (even if it is suppressed) to be dominated by several teenage girls, it's very simple to bring that desire to the surface and cause her to act on it. If the same woman has those desires already on the surface, but has never acted on them, it's even easier to get her to act on them. Sometimes the person knows about the feelings they suppress, other times they don't. There are times they know about them but don't really understand them. Although I am able to "implant" thoughts and feelings that are not already there, I prefer to use whatever desires they have to my advantage (without implanting them). But I am certainly not beyond implanting desires or, in some situations, taking them away. What I find the most entertaining is allowing that person to realize what they are doing while they are doing it, all of their ideas of 'right' and 'wrong' being challenged but at the same time they can't help themselves as they enjoy the 'sin' to the fullest. Although I had used my talent to my advantage for many years, I decided not to "cheat" on my latest conquests—the Grants. Imagine that you had a favorite video game that you played all the time. You spent days and days doing your best to master it. Then imagine if you had the cheat codes to that game. Would you use them? The temptation would always be there, that's for sure. I possess the cheat codes to life, essentially. I can manipulate everyone and everything to my advantage (and to someone's disadvantage if I so desired). As I looked out my window, I my "game," for the time being, was the Grants, and although I have the "cheat codes" to do whatever I want to with them, without their being able to do anything about it, I decided that I would play fairly—at least for a while. For me to play 'fairly, ' I decided I had to case their house like any other smart criminal would—which is the reason for my little black ledger. For the past month, I had been keeping meticulous notes of the Grant family, when they came home, when they ate, everything I could think of to keep up with. The next morning, as I worked in the yard (it was a Saturday), Dale sauntered out in his robe to get the morning paper. "How's it hanging, Joe?" Dale called with a sleepy wave. "Just trying to keep our property values up!" I joked with a brief laugh. I then added, "I haven't seen you much lately. Work have you busy?" "Yeah," he replied as he Larryded downward to retrieve the rolled up paper, "I have been getting ready for a conference at the state capitol this week. It's a once a year thing and it's always a ball buster." "Damn," I answered turning my full attention to him, "That would suck having to drive up there for a week. That's like a 500 mile round trip." "It's bad enough having to drive it once, but there's no way in shit I would drive back and forth every day," he replied matter-of-factly. The school district has us in hotel rooms for the week." "Well, what do you say to a few beers tonight—a little going away get-together?" I suggested. "I would but I am going to be swamped all day. I have just long enough to drink a cup of coffee and read the paper. Then it's back to work. But we'll get together when I get back," he replied waving as he turned to go back inside. "No problem," I called back, "Tell Darla if she or the girls need anything while you're gone to just let me know." "Well, Darla be home alone this week. Both Renee and Deanna are going to the beach for Spring Break," he replied, "But I'll tell her to call you if she needs anything." That night I again watched them thorough my slightly opened blinds. Around 10pm the last light was turned out. I sat in the darkness for a few minutes contemplating the future. After several brief moments of this, I walked into one of my back rooms and began gathering the items I thought would come in handy. I got online to check on several other items I recently purchased, which were being shipped. According to the tracking numbers, they would be in by the next day. I resisted the urge to "listen" in on what was being said/thought at the Grant house—if there was anything. That would certainly be cheating. For a lack of a better description of how my talent works, I call it my "mind's eye." All I have to do is allow my "mind's eye" to move across the street and into the Grant's home. When this happens, I can see and hear everything as if I am actually, physically walking across the street and into their home. I can tune into anything that is being thought by whoever happens to be in that house. I will demonstrate, quickly, so you can better understand. I am sitting in my chair, with my eyes closed (although that isn't a must). Almost immediately, I am looking down at myself and within an instant I am in the hallway of the Grant house. I can move from place to place instantly or I can choose to "travel" there. I usually take the express route! I move into the master bedroom. I immediately hear talking. "How long are you going to be gone?" Darla asked. "Until next Saturday," Dale replied. Although I was listening to the audible conversation, I could hear Dale thinking to himself, "Maybe longer." "Why so long?" Darla asked. "The conference ends at 5pm, Friday evening," he replied, "I'm not driving back that late at night. I'll be back sometimes on Saturday." "Okay," she replied. I moved back to my house and opened my eyes. I presume I could control the world with my talent. But I don't have that particular ambition. It would simply be too easy.