Meet The Graysons

Sarah and I quickly got dressed after the intense assfuck. She was still a little flushed as we headed downstairs together, curious about the rumbling outside. We opened the front door just as the massive moving truck came to a stop right next to our house - the empty one that had been for sale for months. And on the back of the truck was a sign in large letters: Grayson Industries.

Wait, Grayson Industries? As in Grayson Industries, the largest conglomerate in America? The new family must have been rich - Grayson’s moving services were high quality, but DEFINITELY not cheap.

Sarah didn’t seem to care that much. “New neighbors,” she said, peering out. “Cool, I guess. I’m not really in the mood to deal with people right now though. Have fun being social, Ward.”

She gave me a quick slap on the back and disappeared back inside. Typical Sarah.

I was about to follow her when a woman stepped out of the passenger side of the truck. She was hot - lean and athletic build, probably in her early forties but looking damn good, with nice, huge tits that stretched out her shirt perfectly, and her light grey hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The new neighbors just got a lot more interesting.

I walked over as the rest of the family started climbing out.

“Hi! Need any help with boxes?” I called out.

The woman turned and smiled. “Oh, that would be wonderful. We’re the Graysons. I’m Minerva.”

“Ward Jackson. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

A girl around twenty hopped down from the truck next. Holy shit. She was stunning - same athletic build as her mom but younger, with long dark hair, sharp features, and an ass that looked even better up close. She wore a tank top and shorts that showed off toned legs.

“Hey,” she said, wiping sweat from her forehead. “I’m Emily. Thanks for offering to help. Moving sucks.”

“No problem at all,” I replied, flashing my best charming smile. “You guys coming from far away?”

“About six hours north,” Emily said, grabbing a lighter box. “Dad got a new job down here, but he’s stuck finishing up some stuff so it’s just us for now. Mom’s been stressed about unpacking everything.”

We started carrying boxes toward the house. I fell into step beside her.

“So what do you do, Emily? College?”

“Yeah, I’m twenty, taking a gap semester to help with the move. Studying sports science. You?”

“High school senior. Pain in the ass, but almost over.”

She laughed. “I remember those days. Enjoy it while it lasts… sort of.”

Inside, Minerva was directing where things should go. I helped carry a few heavier boxes into the living room.

“Thanks again, Ward,” Minerva said warmly, hands on her hips. “From my experience, most teenagers would’ve stayed inside playing video games instead of helping out. You’re a nice change of pace.”

“I try to be useful,” I replied with a grin. “How are you holding up with the move, Mrs. Grayson?”

“Call me Minerva. And honestly? Exhausted but excited. New start and all that. The house is nicer than the pictures, at least.”

We chatted for a bit about the neighborhood — good restaurants, quiet streets, the annoying HOA rules. She had a confident vibe that I liked.

Then I ran into Connor, the younger brother, who was struggling with a box of gaming stuff.

“Need a hand, man?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, relieved. “I’m Connor. And this box is way heavier than it looks.”

“Ward. Same age. You a gamer?”

“Hell yeah. Mostly PC stuff. You play anything?”

We bonded quickly over games while carrying his setup upstairs. He seemed like a chill dude.

By the time we finished a few more trips, I was sweating but satisfied. Emily walked me back outside as I prepared to head home.

“Thanks again, Ward. You’re a lifesaver. Maybe we’ll see you around?”

“Definitely. If you need anything - recommendations, help moving furniture, whatever - just knock on our door.”

She smiled and winked - a wink that was maybe a little flirty. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Minerva waved from the porch. “You’re a good kid, Ward. Thank you!”

I headed back to my house, mind already racing with possibilities.

Two hot women right next door. Minerva with that mature, athletic body and Emily… fuck, Emily was exactly my type.

I’d have my fun with them soon enough.

But the fifth girl slot? That one was being saved for a very special bitch.

Raine McClane was coming back on Monday.

And I couldn’t wait.