2. Chesterton's Fence

When Talia Chesterton opened the door, she didn't know what to expect. After seeing it was just the two kids from next door, the Kombs' kids, she raised a mirthful eyebrow.

"Well well well," the barely 40-year-old, still eye-pleasing woman placed a hand on her hip, "what brings you two over here?"

"Hey there Mrs. Chesterton," Paul and Charlotte chimed simultaneously.

Talia invited them in for a drink. 2 minutes later, the Kombs siblings and Mrs. Chesterton were sitting in the living room striking up a conversation.

"Nice painting," Paul observed. It hung over the fireplace, showing a green hilly landscape stretched before a setting sun.

Talia smiled, "Thanks." As they all turned to look at it, they noticed the naked man's passionate sexual intercourse with the naked woman that covered the entirety of the frame appreciatively.

"It's so realistic," gently commented Charlotte.

"But," Paul looked back to Talia, "why did you choose something so explicit to hang up in your own living room? Didn't you dislike that kind of stuff?"

Setting down her cup of tea, Talia explained, "Well, yes, I do. But this... this is just a work of art, not crude eyecandy. Not like the pornographic material you'd find online, for example." She turned back to the two young adults. "You guys look great this morning."

Paul and Charlotte glanced at each other, then back at Mrs. Chesterton, saying thanks.

Talia smiled another tranquil, warm smile and asked Charlotte playfully, "How big are those breasts?"

"Double D's."

Paul's dick hardened in his pants and, looking around to make sure it was in viewing range of the two women, he rubbed it with a hand in front of them (where no one would notice). "How big are yours, Talia?" he asked innocently.

"About the same," Talia replied with a wistful sigh. "They're about B cups."

"Oh."

"They're about A cups."

"Cool."

"They're about D cups."

"Nice!"

"They're about F cups."

"Fuck yes!" Paul mewled, squishing his legs together as he crushed his groin with his furiously moving hands and moaned. "Oh fuck that's hot!"

Talia stood up, removed her shirt, her bra, then jumped. First once, then twice, then again and again, tits flopping like jiggling balls in a net. Her large, full breasts slapped up and down, smacking her chin. As she made use of gravity's pleasantly lewd effects on her body, Charlotte looked to Paul. "Hi Mrs. Chesterton," her quiet voice mustered.

"Hi Charlotte!" Paul smiled, relaxing his body and withdrawing his hands from his genitals as he crossed one leg over the other. "What brings you over here?"

Charlotte was about to answer, but then Paul unbuckled his pants and moved them down to his knees. "Well? Don't be shy," he said through another smile as he wrapped his hand around his long, hard dick and started jerking off.

Charlotte's smile flatlined. When she opened her lips she tried to speak but the words dissipated midway. Her eyes dilated, affixed to her brother's currently stimulated member. Her nose sniffed and she shuddered.

"I wanna suck it..."

Paul leaned closer, one hand still gripping his cock. "What was that?" he asked, pointing his ear towards the young woman.

"I wanna suck it," the entranced girl repeated under her breath. She placed a finger in her mouth and pressed it against her tongue. Smoothly, she began circling the appendage around and over her nail and joint. Then she slid her finger in and out, in and out, like a pumping cylinder. Her eyelids slightly drooped, a dark spot forming in her jeans without her knowing. "Wy wabba wuh wih," she mumbled.

"BOING!" shouted out Talia, still jumping. "BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING!" She stopped, confiding to Paul, "That's what my breasts sound like right now," before continuing.

"I see." Paul said with wide eyes. "Hey, Charlotte."

Removing her finger from her mouth, Charlotte unzipped her own pants, stood up, then wriggled it down. "Yes, Mrs. Chesterton?" she asked after sitting down, her wet panties growing damper as she swung a leg across a knee.

"What do your breasts look like?"

"They look like this." Charlotte began taking her shirt off. Her arms slung over her body and then back down as if tossing it out of the way. "See?"

"Um..."

After looking down then back up, Charlotte probed, "What?"

The look in Paul's face was of a confused strip club patron, bill in hand. "You haven't taken off your shirt, Charlotte," he pointed at her shirt, which was still on her. "You just moved your hands through the air, like you were. But you actually weren't. You were just moving them over it. Like pantomime."

A confused pout took to Charlotte, and for a while she remained silent until finally challenging, eye-to-eye, "Well, if you're so sure that's the case, miss, why don't you prove it?" She hmphed, in the business of sounding imposing.

Paul just scoffed. "I can't just prove it." His hands made air quotes. "You have to believe me, like you believe the moon landing."

This sparked a breezy argument between the two, until finally, they came to a decision. They would ask the opinion of another neighbor or third party, and see if they could deduce whether or not Charlotte was wearing a shirt, or was topless.

They agreed this was the best course of action. Charlotte stood up, removed her shirt and crumpled it into a ball, sticking it into her panties and pushing it into her pussy. Meanwhile, Talia smiled tiredly as a stripped down Paul tapped her shoulder and said it was time for him to take her place, exchanged a joke or two, then began jumping. Talia put her blouse back on, tidying it meticulously.

Meanwhile, at the front door, Charlotte slapped the soft skin of her ass impatiently. "Mrs. Chesterton!" She slapped her ass again with both hands, one ass cheek after the other. She did so rapidly enough for the second story to hear, too. "Ready whenever you are!" she announced through the craack of her slaps.

"Coming!" Upon the response, the slaps subsided. Talia glanced at Paul's bouncing balls and nodded obscenely as they grew bigger, and his hard dick lengthened until it dangled just above his shin. "Amazing dick. Really," she said in a serious, no-nonsense manner.

Paul laughed, waggling his eyebrows up and down at her. "BOING! BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING! That's what my balls sound like right now." He grinned, his dick growing erect at a near 90-degree angle, causing the nearby living room table to tip over at its grazing before wobbling back into place.

When Talia made it to the front door, Charlotte's arms were folded restlessly under her bosom. "Well? What took you so long?"

After hearing Talia's explanation, Charlotte nodded understandably.

"Oh, I understand wanting to suck his cock, too," she considerately revealed. "Hope he came hard into you."

"He did," Talia confirmed brightly. One hand came down to lift the hem of her blouse. Then she gripped her slightly bloated belly and jiggled it, causing it to ripple like a water balloon. "It's sloshing around my belly so much it's like a watery fetus!" She dropped her shirt back over it contently. "Anyways, ready to take off?"

Ready and armed with curiosity, the pair jaunted down the steps for their next willing research aide.

The two-story Chesterton household remained basked in a soothing silence, besides the sweating, donkey-dicked, naked man in the living room, that was.

Another young man, however, only a year or two older than the naked man in the living room, probably, had his face glued to the opposite window outside. With two hands over his eyes, his jaw was preemptively dropped and he backed away, stumbling onto the ground. He wasn't sure what he just witnessed. A roly-poly crawled by his hand and he lifted it to cradle his face. After a moment of dead silence, he stood back up and ran down the side of his house, grabbed his bicycle, and rode off towards his mother and his neighbor, Charlotte.

Something... strange was happening here...