This is a work of fiction.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.
Part 1
It started when I was 15. It had been just Dad and me since Mom died of leukemia when I was 5. Dad's a doctor, and I could tell even through my own pain how hard that was for him. I was just a little kid – it hit me hard, but I bounced back pretty quickly. Dad had troubles for…well, since then, I guess. He started drinking for a few years, but he'd gotten sober again when I was 10. He says he started to see me look like him and didn't want me to follow down his path. He dried out and was doing a lot better, but not like before. But the antidepressants helped and things had settled in to a normal routine.
Then one day shortly after I turned 15, a new family moved in next door. An older couple with grown kids, mostly, though their youngest daughter was 20 and in college. She – Caroline – was gorgeous – six feet tall and blonde with deep brown eyes and an hourglass figure that I got an eye full of every time she came home. Her bedroom had a large sliding glass door out onto a balcony, and she'd routinely lounge around in there completely naked. With the blinds open. And the lights on.
In retrospect it's clear she knew what she was doing, but at the time I never wondered why she did it – to a developing 15-year old it was enrapturing. I would jerk off constantly watching her or just thinking about her. I took what pictures I could with my phone and kept them to use during the ties when she was back at school. I'd never seen a girl naked before outside of porn, and this was so much more real than that. She would lie on her bed rubbing lotion on her body; she would lay on her belly facing away from the window and play on her phone, idly raising and lowering her legs to show her ass to great effect. And she would play with herself constantly.
I remember still the first time I saw it. I was sitting in my darkened room watching her dry off after a shower. Caroline came out of the shower and turned toward the window with one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body. This one she removed first, opening it to reveal her ample breasts (that later I found out were 36DD), which swayed nicely as she pulled the towel back and forth across her back, then her butt. Watching this I started to gently rub my cock through my shorts.
She then brought the towel around and dried off her front, lifting each breast in turn as she dried beneath them and giving me a good look at her nipples. Next she lifted each leg in turn to dry it, resting her foot on a chair near the patio door and rubbing her leg up and down. As she finished this the rubbed the towel between her legs briefly, then turned around and discarded it on her bed.
Finally she removed her hair towel and shook her hair out, swaying her hips as she did so in a way that made her voluptuous ass jiggle and sway. I stood by my window now, continuing to rub the bulge in my briefs.
Caroline disappeared briefly into her bathroom, presumably to dispose of the wet towels, then sauntered back in with some sort of cylindrical object and jumped into bed. The lights still on, she began to gently massage her breasts, pushing them together and pulling them apart, then started to circle her fingers around her nipples.
At this sight I moaned in arousal, dropping my briefs and pulling my cock out to begin stroking it.
She pinched her nipples a bit, pulling on each in turn and letting it snap back, then she snaked her left hand down between her legs and began to rub her exposed slit. She began to writhe slightly, and I began to increase the pace of my strokes, precum leaking out of my erect shaft.
Finally she took the cylindrical object – a vibrator, of course – and inserted it into her slit. She worked it in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. I began to time my strokes to hers, mind going wild imagining that it was me inside her. She continued to play with her nipples and massage her breasts, and started bucking her hips toward the vibrator. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, and in my room I blew my load into a wad of Kleenex.
Caroline wasn't done yet, though, so I stayed at the window, watching as she continued to buck and moan before Arching her back and tensing up, then collapsing bonelessly back onto her bed. Though I was dripping cum onto my floor I stayed to look at her until she got up and went over to turn off her light, leaving behind her a small wet spot on her bed briefly visible before the room turned dark.
This came to be a nightly occurrence when Caroline was at home. To me she was a sex goddess, and I saw her in every girl I looked at in school. Little did I know that matters were about to become much more complicated…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3333cb/in_over_my_head_part_1_watching_my_neighbor
[Part 2 is here.](http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3364qb/in_over_my_head_part_2_dads_new_girlfriend/) Edit: [Part 3](http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/33b78k/in_over_my_head_part_3_things_get_twisted_mforalnc/). [Part 4.](http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/33ieo3/in_over_my_head_part_4_fucking_my_new_stepmom/)