........................................................................................................Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring ...as hell and twice as shitty.Nothing ever happened in Cocking ton ,everyone knew that.It was Sunday evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” said Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls were eager to. As one of the youngest, I got packed off to bed early. One of my visiting uncle’s daughters was put up in the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Now my hallway cot had my head pointed towards that bedroom door while it was placed down the hall far enough to not block the doorway into the adjoining bedroom - which had its door partly open. Now comes the good bit ... the connecting door between those two bedrooms was also open and gave a most marvelous view of most of the bed in the top bedroom.. She grunted and then began to pant.But I was relieved to see that he was going slow, taking it easy on her. He smiled down at her and said, "Relax, little girl. I haven't ruined any cunts with that thing yet. Just relax and you'll enjoy this."She nodded her head and I watched her trying to force herself to calm down. I reached between them and began to tease her clit lightly with my fingertips. She seemed startled. She looked over at me as if she forgot that Trey and I were in the room with. " "I've said too much... I think I've made you uncomfortable." He said. I squeezed his arm, "No. Thank you... that was very nice. I don't often hear things like that.” "Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn't getting things done. I guess I can't avoid it indefinitely." He touched me. "But... if you need help with anything, you know, anything at all, call out." He was slow to move away. "Thanks.... Uhh," I took a half step closer to him and caught his hand. I.