Being retired is pretty fantastic. I can stay up as late as I want and sleep in until I’m ready to get up. The downside is, I’m ready for bed at 8’ish and generally wake up at 5 in the morning. Getting old sucks, but there are some benefits to having your neighbors know you’re available throughout the day. I get asked to sign for packages, mow the lawn, or walk the dogs, and they repay me with beer, baked goods, and once I even got to screw a pair of sisters. This is that story.

My neighbors Crystal and Tom had lived next door to me for close to twenty years. When they were still together, they’d often join my wife and me for dinner and cards at our place, and in the summer they’d have us to their house for bbq’s and lounging around their pool. It was one of those above ground units, but Tom had built a nice deck for it and both the pool and deck got lots of use. I can remember many times laying on that deck, sipping a cold one and sneaking glances at Crystal in her bikini. She had an incredible figure, even after being a mom of two. I’m pretty sure I caught her looking at me a few times, but nothing ever happened. Well, that’s not quite true, something did, but it happened after the story I’m telling right now took place.

Crystal knocked on my door one Friday morning, and since her car was running in the driveway, I knew she wasn’t staying long.

“I’m going to be gone for two weeks, and Tom was supposed to be available to help the girls if they need anything, but the bastard just called me and told me he was going to be out of town, too. He’s taking his son, but would it be too much to ask you to keep an eye on Tara and Tami? I don’t think they’ll need anything but I’ll rest better knowing you’re there if they need you.” she said.

“Sure, no sweat. Other than yard work, I’m not doing much this week, and if I don’t get it done, I really don’t care.” I replied. She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, and said “You’re a dear – thanks so much.” and then got in her car and left for wherever she was going.

Tami and Tara are two girls I’ve seen grow up, and now they were adults. Tami had just turned 21, and Tara was just a few months away. Tami had been adopted by Crystal and Tom when she was only a few months old, and the girls knew they weren’t related, but most people just assumed they were non-identical twins.

The girls were notorious teases when they were in their teens, and I remember breaking up more than a few parties when their folks were out of town. The last party involved the police, but it might have been worse if I hadn’t stepped in. Some drunken kid thought Tara needed his attention, and felt he could have whatever he wanted. Since they were in the yard by the pool, I could hear her protesting from my bedroom window and it didn’t take me long to figure out he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So I threw on a pair of jeans, jumped the fence into their yard, and helped him realize that when a woman says no, she means no. The official police report says he fell down the stairs on the deck. One of the cops asked how many times he fell, but luckily they didn’t push the matter much further and chalked it up to him being a clumsy drunk. They were happy the party was over, and nobody else had been hurt. Both Tami and Tara gave me a big hug that night, and I went back to bed as they cleaned up their house.

After Crystal left, I eventually headed toward my shed to get the lawnmower. I could hear some activity coming from Crystal’s yard, and just about had a heart attack when I saw Tami and Tara on the pool deck, tossing a beach ball to each other while wearing bikini’s that would have looked skimpy in Brazil.

“Hey Mr. D” they said, at the same time.

Since it felt like my tongue was dragging on the ground, I just smiled and waved at the two lovely ladies.

While they were close enough in age to be considered twins, they were far from identical. Tami was blonde with incredible curves; her bikini stretched to accommodate her 34DDs, and the little piece of floss she had on ran up the crack of her bubble butt. The tan lines present on her cheeks told me this wasn’t her normal choice for bottoms, and the lack of lines on her ample chest told me they were accustomed to feeling the warmth of the sun. While Tami was a curvaceous beauty, Tara was an athletic goddess. Her lithe body was all muscle, with gentle curves making her look streamlined. She was barely a B cup, but the bikini top could have easily been replaced with a pair of pasties for the amount of coverage it provided. Her nipples were hardly covered and the tiny white cord wrapped around her neck and rib cage was a stark contrast against her golden tanned skin. Tami looked like she crawled out of the pages of Playboy, and Tara looked like she’d fit right in on the catwalks of France and Italy.

“Be careful you two don’t get sunburned in those suits” I finally managed to stammer.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re wearing lots of lotion” said Tara.

“But if you want to put some more on us, c’mon over” giggled Tami, as she stroked the bottle of sunscreen.

I told you they were terrible teases, and I hope you never have the displeasure of mowing your lawn while sporting tremendous wood. The lawn on the side of my yard closest to their pool has never been as closely cropped as it was that day. I was trying not to stare as they were pretending not to notice me.

I managed to finish mowing the lawn without blowing my load all over my backyard, and the two ladies went into their house as I put the machine away. I headed back into my house to grab a couple of beers, and figured I’d spend the rest of my afternoon on my back deck; a little reading, a little napping, and maybe another glimpse of the hotties sounded like a pretty good plan.

As I cracked my second beer, I heard the doorbell ring. I went inside and answered it and there was Tara. Luckily for me, she had a wrap on now. It covered most of her incredible body, but still left her impossibly long legs on display.

“Hi Mr. D, would you mind coming over to the house and taking a look at the hot water tank? Tami and I were going to get cleaned up before we go out, but the water’s ice cold. It might just be the pilot light, but I don’t know how to light that damn thing.”

“Sure – I’ll just grab my tools and be right over.” I said.

Tara waited for me to grab my kit and I followed her into the house. We made some small chat about the summer and her mom, and then she told me that she and Tami were single at the same time for once, and were looking forward to heading out for some good times that night.
I had a look at the hot water tank, and sure enough, it was just the pilot light. I pushed the gas in, waited a few seconds, and then thumbed the igniter. The blue flame sputtered to life, and when I released the button it stayed lit.

“There ya go, that should take care of it.” I said as a picked up my toolbox.

“Would you mind checking the shower while you’re here?” asked Tara.

“Sure, no sweat.” – what, I was going to miss an opportunity to be in the room where I knew they used while naked? Not a chance!

I followed her to the second floor bathroom, admiring her ass cheeks as she walked up the stairs in front of me, her wrap not quite managing to cover all of her. I adjusted myself so my growing member wouldn’t be too obvious if she turned around. We arrived at the bathroom and went inside, and I heard Tami’s voice behind me, asking if we’d managed to find the problem.

“I think so, but we’ll have a quick look” I said as I turned to her. She was now wearing a white tanktop and a pair of shorts.

I turned on the shower’s hot water faucet, and waited for the water to warm up. It was still cold, and I told the girls it will need a little bit of time for the tank to heat up.

“Oh, it’s still cold?” asked Tami, reaching past me to feel the stream for herself. As she leaned in, she turned her head to me. Our noses were inches apart in this small space, and she looked right into my eyes as she lost her balance and fell into the running water. The cold water soaked the thin cotton, and it became clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. The shirt’s material became virtually see through, and her nipples seemed to grow another inch.

“Oh, shit!” she cried as the water pelted her. I scrambled to turn off the faucet, and reached behind to grab a towel, which is when I accidentally grabbed Tara.

“Oh shit!” I cried, as I pulled my hand away, grabbing the towel for Tami now that I knew where it was.

“Well Mr. D, you’re a naughty neighbor. What do you think we should do about that?” asked Tami.

Before I could answer, she pulled me close and kissed me fully on the mouth. As her tongue taunted mine, I felt Tara’s hands run down my thighs and then slowly up towards my crotch. When I felt her massage me through my jeans I took it as a sign that teasing time was over, so I let my hands explore Tami’s amazing curves.

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