The Neighborhood: Part 11 [MF][Exh][Oral][ENF][Mast][Sex][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 21: Stella Learns Why It’s Important to Knock**

Alison and Stella were sitting on the couch watching TV. Colin waved, though they barely glanced up. He went upstairs to his bedroom and took off his clothes to take a shower. He tossed everything but his suit in the hamper and was walking back to the bed after hanging up his suit when Stella walked into the room.

“They’re in my closet!” He heard his wife call from downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll find—oh shit!” She stopped dead, seeing Colin fully naked before her. She averted her eyes. “I’m, fuck, I’m sorry.” She said. “I was cold, and Alison said she had some throw blankets in her closet.”

“I’ll show you.” He said. Stella held a hand in front other eyes. “Don’t be silly, Stella. You actually saw me naked, right?”

“Yes!” She said, embarrassment putting a giggle in her response. “But I wasn’t *expecting* you to be naked—the door was wide open.”

“It was bound to happen with you living here. It’s hot out there, and I needed to take a shower after walking back from the bus. Just—Stella.” Her took her hand and pulled it from her eyes. He watched her track over his naked body. “Honestly, I’m sure you’ve seen a naked guy before.”

“It’s been a while.” She stopped. “Fuck, why did I just say that?”

“Because you’re nervous.” He chuckled. “The stuff is in here.” He turned and waved her to follow. He stood in front of the door to Alison’s walk-in closet. “In the back.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Alison.” She said as she walked past him and grabbed two blankets from the rear of the closet.

“*You should loosen up*, Stella.” He said. He watched her freeze, her back to him. “Drop the blankets.” She did as he asked. He had amped up the compliance in that first command. He had no idea if she was really into it, no data, but by using multiple key tags, some of which seemed synonyms, to certain types of commands, he had tried to doubly reinforce them. Still, he was learning a lot of women enjoyed being submissive—for fun, at least—in short bursts. “Turn around.” She turned around and looked at him.

“You’re naked.” She said, as if surprised, but she wasn’t averting her gaze.

“Yes, you walked in on me.” He said, reminding her. The bracelet apparently was having an unusual effect on her, disrupting her short-term memory, maybe? He made a note to bring it up with Mike next time they had a private chat. Not only had he seemed to have skipped a few days’ worth of maneuvering and cajoling, but she seemed like she was in a hypnotic fugue. “But that’s not a problem. *You should be more open.*” She halted again, but reached up and briefly touched one of her nipples, now poking through her t-shirt. He’d been staring at her chest, watched her nipples get hard in that instant. “You like seeing me naked.” She was really eying his body now.

“I took you for a guy who shaves or at least trims.” She said looking down at his crotch. “I don’t mind. The hair, I mean. It’s not a problem. The last guy I was with was like you. Hairy, I guess. I should get back downstairs. Why did I come up here? Not just to look at you naked.” She giggled, a sound he wasn’t used to hearing from her.

“You came up here for blankets. You were cold. Maybe that’s why your nipples are so hard.”

“Oh, no it’s because—I’m like really—I’m excited, I guess.” She blushed.

“I think you get aroused when you see me naked. You *should* get aroused when you see me naked. You want to touch my cock.” There was no immediate reaction from her, though he was setting up more command options for later.

“Maybe…” She muttered. “It *is* right there…” She tentatively reached out for his penis, but stopped short. Whatever she was experiencing, neither of them was in complete control.

“Why don’t you get on your knees in front of me?” He said.

“Why?” Stella asked, but she was already on her knees. “I don’t give a lot of blowjobs. Is that what you want? I don’t want Alison to be mad at me. You guys have been nice for letting me stay here.” Colin’s command for her to be more free had apparently put her in a ‘radical honesty mode’, and she was almost rambling. “I bet you guys have sex a lot. I haven’t had sex in almost half a year. I don’t even masturbate that often.”

“Stella, I’d like you to lean forward and kiss the tip on my penis. That’s it. Nothing more.” She did as he asked. Just a light kiss. He couldn’t have gotten aroused if he wanted to after sex with Gretchen, but it was still a powerful experience.

“I don’t mind. I kind of wanted to touch you. I’ve always wondered about you, Colin, I was always a little jealous of Alison.” Colin blinked back surprise. “You look better naked than I imagined.”

“You should feel privileged to touch me.” He had no clear plan of where he was going with his commands, but it would give him more options in the system. “You will find it difficult to come without me helping you.” She blinked, but reached out and gently touched his cock.

“Is it wrong that I liked that? That I like touching you. You wanting me to touch you? It is wrong…sort of…but it doesn’t *feel* wrong.” She mumbled. “You smell like sex.” She added. Her breath on his cock, so close, he wished in that moment he could do more. “I’m really…horny,” she giggled, “right now. Like, so weird, I don’t normally…I like guys, like the feel of you…” She trailed off.

“Get up, Stella.” She did. “I want you to get the blankets.” She moved slowly but smoothly. These were simple commands. She wasn’t fighting ingrained morality. “Go downstairs and tell Alison you accidentally walked in me naked. Tell her *I* told you to tell her, so there will be no misunderstanding. You don’t have any desire to tell her about anything else that happened up here. Go back to acting normally.”

“Okay, Colin.” She said, walking past him. He moved toward the bathroom, and he heard Stella yelp. “Oh, jeez…shit, sorry Colin. I hadn’t realized you were naked up here. I was just getting some blankets. I barely saw anything.” He waved her off, and she left the room, though he was nearly trembling with excitement. That had worked *incredibly* better than he anticipated. She hadn’t given in to everything he said, but she also hadn’t hesitated at the commands she did take.

He was half-tempted to linger in his shower to jerk off again. He kept playing over the memory of Stella leaning in to gently kiss the tip of his penis—her hand *just* touching him—as if it was a normal afternoon thing to do. He finished with his shower and went downstairs, now in shorts and button-down short-sleeve shirt.

“So, my sister has seen your penis.” Alison said, frowning.

“And his ass, actually.” Stella said. “Really, the whole package, as it were.”

“I *told* her to tell you.” Colin said, half-panicked at his wife’s expression.

“Oh my god,” Alison covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, “the look on your face! You really thought I was mad!”

“Well, Alison, look…it was an awkward situation, right, and I really was completely naked—.” He tried to explain, but his wife was just laughing more.

“I don’t expect her to make a habit out of it, but we’re all adults. I *know* you’re with me.” Alison said. Though it was part of Colin’s programming, he was gratified to hear her say that, to actually sound like she believed it for once. Regardless of what he’d been getting up to in the neighborhood and at work, he *was* with her. “I also know my sister is definitely *not* a better option, at least relationship-wise.”

“I should take offense at that,” Stella said, “but it’s true.” She smirked. “I’m a mess.” They set about preparing dinner and enjoyed some wine afterwards. “You know, Colin, I took you for a guy who shaves or at least trims.” Alison sputtered in laughter, nearly spilling her wine. “What, I’m just saying, he’s clean shaven on his face, so…”

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough discussion about my grooming habits, particularly from a girl who won’t even get naked when I’m not here.”

“How do *you* know what I do when—.” Stella started.

“Stella is a bit of a prude, I think.” Alison said. “I was in the pool two days ago with nothing on, said she should join me, but all she could do was comment on my wax job.” Alison made a face of move realization. “Oh my god, are you obsessed with pubic hair, sis?”

“Gross.” She muttered.

“I’m telling you, Stella, one of these days, *just go without a bathing suit*.” He watched Stella’s eyes flicker at the suggestion. “It’s liberating, trust me. You two should go out shopping tomorrow, some fun clothes, a bathing suit, my treat for both of you. *You should be more free*.” Stella shuddered a little and stood up.

“Fine…fine…talk about peer pressure.” She pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a bandeau bra, thin cotton, just enough to support her small breasts.

“Stella…” Alison said. “We’re *just* teasing.” Colin nodded, but he also knew Stella was likely compelled. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. She was wearing a low-cut pair of striped cotton panties. She stepped out of her jeans and pulled her bandeau down so it fell to her waist. “Wow, okay…you’re really doing this.” Colin noticed his wife made no effort to shield his eyes. Stella’s skin was really pale, no doubt partly due to the life of a coder, but it was her general skin tone. Her breasts were even paler and her rich pink nipples stood out like beacons. She stood there in just her underwear.

“Happy?” Stella asked. “Enjoying the show?”

“Maybe?” He shrugged. “But look, if you don’t want to wear a bathing suit,” Colin said with a little grin, “I won’t stop you.”

“I’m going in the hot tub.” Stella said, putting an arm in front of her breasts. “Alone, understand? And I’m leaving my underwear on.” She looked over her shoulder as Colin took in her tight ass. “I am *not* a prude. You guys are just weird.” She added. “Besides, now maybe Colin won’t feel so bad now that I’ve seen his cock.” She went outside, awkwardly closing the patio door behind her, and they both watched Stella climb into the hot tub.

“Okay,” Alison sighed, “I have *no* idea what that was about.”

“Stress at work?” Colin asked. “Or she just wanted to trade tit for ta—.”

“And now you’ve seen my sister naked.” Alison said, resigned.

“Topless,” her corrected, “but yours are still better.” Colin said, caressing her breasts.

“Mmm…I’m not sure if I’m happy that you *can* compare, but do you think she’d be upset if I took you upstairs and fucked your brains out?”

“What, are you worried she’ll feel left out?” Colin asked with a smirk.

“Okay, now *I’m* saying gross…no. You know, do you think she’ll be okay if we just leave her to herself.”

“A little naked alone time is good for everyone—and I don’t just mean that in terms of masturbation.” He laughed. “Or, in Stella’s case, half-naked alone time, at least. I wish *you* would get naked more often.” He said.

“It might get a little awkward with me greeting you at the door in the buff every afternoon.” Alison looked at him, lust behind her eyes.

“For me or the mailman?” He laughed.

“Ha ha.” Alison said flatly.

“Maybe we should disappear. Do you think she really wants us sitting here when she comes back in all wet?”

“You have a point.” Alison said, and she reached out and unzipped Colin’s shorts, pulling his cock free.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a little surprised by her brazenness. Stella could probably see them if she was looking inside.

“Leading you upstairs.” She said, pulling him along by his steadily hardening cock.

—-

**Chapter 22: A *Really* Obedient Wife**

Colin spent an extra few minutes in the bathroom on Friday morning, and when he came out, Alison looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Really, did my sister get to you that much?” She got out of bed and walked over to him, running her hand over his cock and balls. “Now you look like Jim—hair-wise, at least. Shaving makes you look only *so* big.” She said, grabbing his cock before running her hand over his freshly trimmed pubic hair. “Huh, I expected it to feel more stubbly.”

“I used a trimmer, not a razor.” He moved her hand away. “And I need to get to work, so you need to stop touching me like that.”

“*You’re* the one who came out here flaunting it.” She pulled off her nightshirt revealing her naked body. She backed up to bed and fell back on it, spreading her legs and touching herself. “You can be a few minutes late, can’t you? Take a cab instead of the shuttle?” Alison had woken him with a handjob that morning, but he was getting hard again watching her pleasure herself. “There it is! Give it to me. I’m sooo wet.” He stepped up and slid inside her. She hadn’t been exaggerating. “Oh, fuck yes…fuck…keep going.”

“*Do you want my cock*?” He asked, and he felt her clench. “Are you my little slut? You can’t get enough cock, can you?”

“Oh, yes, yes, call me your come slut, I want you to come on me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Alison was really getting into it, lately really enjoying him using her in ways they hadn’t ever tried before.

“*You’re my come slut.*” He said. The key command was come, with slut added in to make sure it wasn’t accidentally triggered, and come is what she’d do quickly after him saying it, but she seemed to *like* him being a little dirtier. He would have laughed if it wouldn’t ruin the mood. She started coming, and fairly loudly. That, in turn, brought him to climax, and he pulled out, spurting all over her body, from her breasts down to the little patch of bush above her pussy.

“Oh, yes! Give it to me! Oh, Colin!” Colin opened his eyes as Alison pumped his cock to get the last of the semen, and he jolted. He thought he’d seen Stella watching through the crack of the double doors leading into their bedroom, but in the span of a blink she was gone—or never there. Colin shook off the remnants of his orgasm, convinced he was imagining things.

Back in her room, Stella returned to her bed. She’d heard Colin and Alison talking and then heard them start to have sex. She’d chosen one of the upstairs spare bedrooms, not the one in the basement, because the upstairs guest room had a bigger bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard them going at it in the time she’d been living in the house. They had sex a lot. Of that she *was* jealous. It wasn’t as if she was tracking their habits, but Alison seemed to get Colin off *every* morning. He’d never struck Stella as the insatiable type, though maybe it was his new job. He did seem more confident.

Something had come over her this morning, and she’d crept out of her bedroom, not even bothering to dress, and peeked in their room in nothing but her panties. Colin was fucking Alison steadily, his naked body looking clean, fresh from a shower. She saw he’d trimmed his pubic hair. It made his torso look longer. Alison had her eyes closed, enjoying the ride, and Colin was looking off in the middle distance. Stella started lazily touching herself through her panties, and glanced down, surprised to find herself getting wet. She knew that was weird, but she wasn’t watching her *sister*, she told herself, just the man *fucking* her.

Stella remembered the way Colin had looked at her as she took off her top the night before. He hadn’t even been shy about it, like he was memorizing her body. She could tell he was enjoying it at the time. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d gotten hard. She kind of hoped he had. The thought of him hard—for her—excited Stella. She felt warm, just like she had in the swimwear store.

Stella heard her sister orgasming, blushing at the raw sexuality, and then Colin did the same, coming all over Alison, his cock hard and slick as Alison pumped away at him with her hand. And as he finished, she thought he *saw* her standing in the doorway. He said nothing, letting Alison finish her work of taking his load, and Stella dashed back to her room. She peeled off her panties, hopelessly soaked, and started fingering herself in her bed. It was like she was teenager again, all lust and not really knowing what to do about it. After five minutes, she’d gotten nowhere. She sat up, looking down at her nudity, and wondered what they’d do if she just walked down there, as she was. She wanted to talk to Colin some more…there was something about him…she just wanted to talk to him…have him talk to her. If they were naked, all the better. If he was hard…maybe…a vision of her kissing his penis flitted through her mind. It was so vivid—like it was real. She shook her head and went in the bathroom, preparing for the day.

—-

**Chapter 23: Sisters Are Shopping It for Themselves**

At mid-afternoon, Alison and Stella hopped in the car and went to downtown Wolfsburg. When they’d first moved to the town, Alison thought she’d quickly get bored of the limited selection, but between ordering stuff online and the occasional quick jaunt to the shops, she didn’t miss big stores or shopping malls at all.

“Are you really going to be the full cliché and go shopping on your husband’s dime?” Stella asked as they parked off the main street.

“I could work…but I don’t *need* to work. Colin’s making double what he was back on the east coast, and I didn’t really need to work *then*. What’s the problem? It’s not as if I’m dropping thousands a week or getting plastic surgery and stuff.”

“Yet.” Stella muttered.

“Oh, whatever. You want to feel all liberated, go get yourself a husband and be *his* sugar mama. I imagine there are plenty of takers out there.”

“Not for *me*” Stella said defensively.

“Please. I *saw* you last night. Even half-naked, you looked good. *Colin* couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“Really?”

“Oh, look at you blush! I had to take him upstairs and remind who he belongs to.” Alison laughed. “Okay, now that I said that out loud…I hear how terrible it is.”

“It was.” Stella laughed.

“Which is why we’re here.” She pointed at the shop front. “To get you a bathing suit or two before my husband gets any ideas.”

“I can buy my own, though.”

“You can buy *lunch* if you want, Stella. Everything else is on Colin. He’ll be upset if you turn down his offer. It’s an olive branch. He wants you to feel welcome.” The bathing suit shop wasn’t nearly empty, but they were directed to the changing rooms in the back. “I was in here last week.” Alison told the shop attendant.

“Oh, okay, did you get scanned?” Alison nodded at the woman who was helping them. “Let me just pull up your data.” The woman scanned Alison’s bracelet with her shop tablet. “Okay, Alison, just pick out anything you like, and we’ll bring you the correct sizes—if we have it.”

“Can my sister get scanned? She’s just visiting, but…” Alison said.

“Sure,” the woman glanced at Stella’s wrist, “it looks like she’s good to go.” The woman waved her tablet over the Stella’s wrist. “Stella, if you get undressed, we can put you up on the pedestal,” she pointed to a small platform at the rear of the room, “and get your exact sizes. It only takes a minute.”

“Naked?” Stella asked.

“For bathing suits, yes. Some of the other shops, you can still wear your underwear, but if you get scanned here, you’ll have a good baseline for *all* the stores—you won’t have to get undressed ever again.” The woman said. “Just pick one of the empty booths.”

“I’m not sure I want you to take naked photos of—.”

“Laser topography. Not *pictures*. A lot of high-end shops in the outside world are already doing it. Fenris is *perfecting* it.” The woman seemed pleased with herself. “You have to be *naked* to try on the bathing suits anyway—don’t worry, we steam clean anything that doesn’t get purchased.” The woman added, as if *that* was what Stella was nervous about. Alison nudged her sister into a changing booth. A minute later, she walked out completely naked, though she clutched a hand in front of her breasts and bush, looking embarrassed and even blushing a little. “Okay, go ahead and get up on the platform,” the woman said, starting to walk around the corner, “spread out your arms and legs, and you’ll see some quick strobing lights. The lasers are invisible to the human eye. Try not to move too much until you hear the beep.” The woman disappeared around the corner and Stella stepped up no the platform. Alison was watching her, a bemused look on her face. Stella gave a half-growl and put her arms straight out and separating her feet to match the footprints on the pedestal.

“This is fucking humiliating.” Stella snapped as the lights started pulsing in the ceiling.

“Well, it’s true, I *did* have the benefit of having gone to the salon just before coming here. I hadn’t realized the seventies were coming back into vogue.” Stella glanced down at her fairly full bush.

“I *work*, Alison…twelve to fourteen hours, sometimes. I don’t have fucking time to run out and get waxed, *especially* when no one is even messing around down there!” There was a beep, and Stella relaxed her pose.

“I’m *teasing*, you know that!” Alison said. “I mean, you want me to tell you I’m *jealous* of how toned and young you look compared to me? Because I *wish* I was still your age—even if it means having that bush.” She laughed, but stopped short when the woman popped her head in.

“You’re good to go,” the woman said, peeking back into the room. “There are robes over here if want them for browsing the store.” Alison nodded and stepped into a changing booth, coming back out naked a moment later.

“Ready to spend some of Colin’s money?” Alison asked her sister, who was now back to clutching herself embarrassedly.

“Give me robe.” Stella said.

“Prude.” Alison said, and tossed a robe to her. Alison walked out of the changing area completely naked while Stella followed, wrapping the robe around herself.

“What the fuck are you doing, Allie?” Stella hissed, reverting to her sister’s childhood nickname. “Someone could *see* you!”

“The robes are *optional*, Stella. They’re very European here in Wolfsburg.” She said over her shoulder. “They don’t body shame you.”

“There is *nowhere* in Europe where you go clothes shopping *naked*! I’ve been to fucking Europe with work!” Stella hissed. “What if someone—some *guy*—walks in here to buy a bathing suit for his wife?”

“Then he gets a free show?” Alison quipped. “I’ve been here like three times and have yet to see a guy—especially during the work day. Oh!” She picked up a string bikini. “What do think of this?” She held it up in front her naked body.

“You might as well be naked. There’s, like, not even a square foot of fabric to that thing—fuck! Three hundred dollars?” She said, looking at the price tag.

“It’s Italian.” Alison countered.

“It better come with a two hundred-dollar gift certificate to the Olive Garden, then.” She picked up a conservative one-piece. “This could work.” She looked at the suit and held it against her robed form.

“Absolutely.” Alison said. “We can even get you an inflatable pool to lounge in with all the other kiddies. Honestly! Have some fun. What did Colin say?” She thought back to the night before. “You should be more free.” Stella paused, suddenly very aware she was only in robe. She glanced down at her nipples hard and showing through the fabric.

“I—I guess I could try some things that are a bit more—well, *less*, than this.” She put the one-piece back on the rack.

“I want to see you try on something sexy, something a little outside the norm for my nerdy little sister.” She laughed. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re worried about.” Alison raised an eyebrow. “With that bush we can’t get anything *too* skimpy.”

“Oh, fuck off, Alison. I’m not going to prance around in a thong with Colin around.” But even as she said it, the vision made her catch her breath with excitement. She laughed it off and picked up a two-piece that she never would have worn otherwise. “Maybe this?” Alison nodded at her choice. “I think this will be safe for me…*grooming*. Of course, the minute there’s a chance of someone *seeing* me half-naked on a regular occasion is the minute I start wasting money at a salon.”

“One thing *could* lead to the *other*, you know, Stella.”

“Can we just buy me a skimpy bathing suit and get out of here, already?” She took a breath. She was flustered, and it wasn’t entirely from her sister’s teasing. “Damn.” She muttered. “Is it hot in here? I feel warm.”

“It’s probably the robe.” Alison laughed, tugging at the tie on her sister’s robe, but Stella slapped her hand away. “Let’s go over here,” she directed her sister to some of the more revealing attire, “and see if one of these won’t give you an excuse to trim up sooner.” She chuckled. A half-hour later, and nearly a thousand spent, they left the shop and wandered off to find a place to eat.

“I can’t believe you were naked that whole time.” Stella said around a mouthful of pasta.

“Didn’t it make trying on bathing suits that much faster?” Alison asked.

“Yeah, we saved a *whole* seven minutes.” She muttered.

“Do you think Colin’s going to like what I picked out?”

“The thong, the string bikini, or that *mesh* thing that I didn’t even think *qualifies as a bathing suit? Hmm…I *wonder*, will the guy like the half-naked woman or the *nearly* naked woman? Seriously, do *not* wear that mesh thing when I’m around. Why do they even *have* stuff like that in a swimwear store?”

“It’s not for *you* to see, sis.” Alison said, sipping at her wine.

“I just never expected you to be so…*open*, I guess.” Stella said.

“Stella, Wolfsburg is…*different*. I thought it was weird when I first moved here, and it’s not like the town is a nudist colony, but the adults keep to their neighborhoods and do *adult* things occasionally. People aren’t too concerned about what they wear—or don’t wear— around their homes. The *families* keep to *their* side of town, and no one is the wiser. Honestly, if you want to wander around our block in the buff, I don’t think *anyone* would care. People just aren’t that stuffy, regardless of what the houses look like. Hell, you might start a trend. Nude power walking.” She smiled.

“I don’t think I’m going to test that theory.” Stella said.

“It’s the neighborhood. You never know what you might end up doing.”

**End Part 11**

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