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OS: A few helping hands: Original
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 20:57:07 +0000 UTCTitle: A few helping hands
Universe: Original
Tags: Injured, Lovey-Dovey, Harem
No good deed goes unpunished. “How did I end up like this?” I thought to myself as I looked down at my bandaged hands. It would be an entire month of not using my hands, all because I burned my hands rescuing my neighbors from their house burning down. Sure, everyone says that they would help if they saw their neighbor's house burning down, but now, after the fact, I was left to my own devices, hands unusable, and fired from my job because I couldn’t show up for work the next month.
The entire situation put me in a bad spot. I was barely keeping my head above water, and now I had to take an entire month off from work, then find a job after I recovered. I wasn’t sure how I was going to live after a few weeks, how I was going to be able to pay the bills, let alone buy groceries once my money ran out. I wasn’t sure, I would do it all over again, but it definitely made my life harder being the hero.
I sighed as I settled in for a long night of watching television. I went to scratch myself and could feel my second-degree burns sting under the bandages from the accidental usage. I winced in pain as I brought a drink to my lips by balancing it between my forearms. I thought I was doing good, until it dropped and clattered to the ground, making a mess.
Someone knocked and I made my way curiously to the door. My parents were gone, no other family to speak of, and most of my coworkers hated me. All of my friends were from online in different states, some even in different countries, so I had no clue who it was until I answered it. I stared at my neighbor, the neighbor I just saved from her house burning down, as she made her way inside.
She looked at my dirty house as my eyes followed her. I couldn’t help but look at her perky butt in the shortest pair of short-shorts I had ever seen. Almost to the point of them being a bikini, and a top that exposed most of her belly. Perky breasts and a tight body, her breasts were a bit smaller than I’d prefer, but her mother and even her grandmother were all incredible beauties. The same day her house burned down was her eighteenth birthday.
“I see you’re having trouble without the use of your hands. Let me help you out, you know, since you saved my life and all that.” I smiled as she folded a few pizza boxes in half before putting them into the garbage. She looked at the dishes in the sink and reeled back from the smell before filling the sink with hot water and some of the little dish soap I had left.
She cleaned for over an hour, making my apartment the nicest it’s been since I moved in. She sat on my now cleaned couch, with a blanket placed on top, I hadn’t seen in over a year, as it sat at the bottom of my laundry pile, as we watched a movie. The movie was long, and before it could finish, I felt the call of nature and had to use the bathroom.
As I fumbled with the door before she moved over and opened it for me. I was about to try and undo my zipper, but finally noticed she followed me into the bathroom. “W-what are you doing?” She looked at me, confused. “What, you’re going to need help in here, too. Unless you want me to clean up your piss after it goes everywhere.”
She helped me unzip my pants before she aimed my penis with both of her hands. I couldn’t hold back; I already waited until I couldn’t hold it anymore before I decided to go to the bathroom. She gasped from the sudden eruption of liquid. I could hear her mutter. “I can feel it coming out just by touch.” By the time I finished peeing, there was now another problem. My penis was growing erect at an uncontrollable rate.
It had been a few months since I broke up with my girlfriend… Or rather, since my girlfriend broke up with me. Not everyone is willing for a guy to get his life together and start working a good-paying job. She bailed on me the moment she found someone who made more than me and didn’t look back. If my girlfriend were a 7 on the scale, my neighbor was a 9 or 10, depending on what she was wearing.
As she held my cock in her hands, staring in wide-eyed fascination as it grew hard, I could barely think as all the blood went to my penis. She got down and gave it a sniff, and it was then I remembered it had been a day or so, the entire day since the fire broke out, that I bathed and told her. “W-wait. I’m dirty down there.” She took it all in stride as she pulled a washcloth from the sink and scrubbed me down first. The soapy warm water kept me hard as she looked between my hard member and face.
I hadn’t regretted saving her life, or the lives of her dogs, or the cherished possessions and family heirlooms I managed to pull out before my hands were injured. But I couldn’t think that if this was my reward, then burning my hands was well worth the payment for having her do this to me. She finished cleaning me, and before I could pull my pants up, before I could think more than why did she have to get on her knees to clean me, she sheathed me in her mouth.
My body leaned forward into it as I couldn’t help but let out a moan. My brain almost shut off as I could only think of the feeling I felt coming from her mouth. Warm and tight in the perfect amounts, I was surprised she could take me to the hilt all in one go. She was a fairly shy girl. I hadn’t spoken more than a half dozen times to her, and three of those times were when I saved her, after the fire department arrived, and as she came in to clean my house.
If you told me that my hot neighbor would suck my dick a month ago, I’d have laughed while hoping you weren’t lying. She wasn’t just sucking either; she was choking herself on me. “Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk.” “Hol, ly, shit! How, are, you, so, good!” She looked up at me, stopping for a second before diving back down, going at a blistering pace as I was already on the verge of cumming.
I went to grab her head, forgetting once again that my hands were covered in burns before pulling back and warning her. “I’m… I’m close.” Warning her barely did anything; if anything, she only sped up. She slammed her head down when she felt me release. Drinking everything down in one go before popping off to catch her breath.
While I was still struggling to catch my own breath, still thinking about what this meant between us, she pulled me to my bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking my brains out. I went to sleep completely satisfied, and content, happy more than I ever had been in my entire life.
The next day, she brought me to her place at the top of the apartment building. The top room was specially made and four times the size of any regular apartment in the building. This is where the three of them moved once their home burned to the ground. Really, everything happened so fast. I was going for a late-night run delivering food, only to see smoke billowing out of their house.
I knew they owned the building, but it wasn’t until I entered their apartment, an apartment they only had a day to set up, that I realized how rich they were. I knew they owned this apartment building, but the pictures of the grandmother shaking hands with the mayor or smiling happily in front of a grand opening restaurant did I realize. The mother was more or less the same, with many similar pictures, all showing off new buildings they bought or powerful people they knew.
There was no way our worlds should have ever met besides me renting a room from them, but somehow it happened. Both women greeted me as I was treated to a home-cooked meal of lasagna. They asked a lot of questions about my life, my parents, where I grew up, and what I did for a living. That was when the daughter had to leave for a few hours.
I was going to leave and go home, but the mother pulled me back into the apartment. “You know. I think I could use your help in my bedroom real quick before you go.” I was so stupid, I didn’t realize the tone she used, and didn’t really think about what I could do to help her with two burned hands. I was just happy to help. I followed her with a smile on my face as I asked. “So, what do you need help with?”
I turned to see that she had slipped out of all her clothes, her body was facing away from me, as she was bent over. “I got this itch I can’t seem to scratch.” She spread her pussy open with her hands. “Right here, can you help me with that?” I could barely stammer out. “W-w-wait. I just slept with your daughter. This isn’t right.”
She cackled out a throaty laugh as she turned her body enough to look at me. “Aww, you’re so cute. You think we didn’t figure that out when she didn’t come home last night? No, the only reason it wasn’t me draining your cock last night is because I lost the game we played to see who would go. I’m taking my turn now, get over here and fuck me.”
I could barely breathe as my heart hammered in my chest. Her daughter was incredibly beautiful, but I had a type. I liked them curvy, with big busts, and while I didn’t doubt her daughter could get there after a child or two, the mother was my ideal type of woman. As she backed up into me, pinning me to the wall as she aligned my prick with her slit, I realized something else about myself. I liked a girl who could take charge.
Her pussy ate my cock with no effort; besides the sigh of relief from her, she made no other noise. I could feel her coil around me even while she was stationary. Her pussy writhed and pulsed around me even before she started moving, then she started moving, and my mind went blank again.
She pushed back into me, pinning me to the wall as she fucked herself with my dick. Every time she slammed back, her pussy would tighten and pulse again, milking me perfectly as her delicious ass rippled from the motion. I’d have loved to slap it, but all I could do was keep my arms raised and out of the way so I didn’t hurt myself.
After I came, I was once again not sure what we were supposed to do next, but as she dragged me to her bed, I quickly figured it out. The daughter was a smaller clone of the mother; she was more experienced and quickly made it apparent how many orgasms she pulled from my tired and sore body. I had gone through a massive drought of pussy, and now I was drowning in it.
I woke up still in her bed later that night and made my way to their fridge. I pulled a carton of orange juice out by doing the arm trick and started to spin the lid off with my teeth before a hand reached over and pulled the carton over to open the lid for me, before pouring a glass and offering it to me. “Go ahead, drink.” She pushed the glass to my lips, and I started drinking on instinct, my parched body desperate to replenish the liquids it had spent.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked at the grandma now. She was wearing a skimpy nightie, and my eyes couldn’t help but linger. Even in her older years, you could barely tell; her body was still perfect, even more thick and curvy than the mothers. She started to pull me to her room now, and I was pretty stupid, but even I could figure out what she wanted as I asked.
“Why? Why are you all doing this for me?” She turned, the lust-filled smile falling off her face, her eyebrows furrowed in an angry confusion before they softened. “You’re being serious, aren’t you? Only you can save my granddaughter, save my dogs, and pull out all our family pictures before they are ruined and not know why we’re thankful to you.”
“I just did what anyone would do.” She chuckled at my answer. “No… No, most people would watch. Some might help, very few, fewer than you think would… But all of them would want something when they realized who they saved. We’re rich; that house burning down was one of dozens that our family owns. If you’d have asked for money, we’d have set you up for life… But you didn’t.”
She pushed me into a rocking chair in her room as she knelt down in front of me. At some point, my cock was pulled out of my pants again, and her breasts slammed down on either side of it before she pressed them together. With a look of resolve in her face, she continued. “I was fine living the rest of my life just watching my daughter and granddaughter live their own lives. Now, I won’t be happy with that. I need to reward the hero who saved my granddaughter, and since he doesn’t want my money… I only have one other thing I can offer. My body.”
I never had a boobjob before; my girlfriend didn’t have the equipment for it, and even if she did, she was a very boring lover. It felt great, but it only got better as she grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and started bouncing up and down, slamming her breasts into my legs over and over again. My head poked out the top, and she took the opportunity to swallow it, sucking with enough force that her cheeks caved in.
I was getting close, but felt a sudden finger poke my back door. Before I could tell her no, it was already inside, poking something that made my mind go blank and my entire body seize up in one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. I was surprised I didn’t pass out from how much pleasure I was in. And once again, before I could get my bearings from the orgasm, she pulled me onto her bed, where she showed me what the most experienced out of the three could really do.
I sort of just… Moved in. Every day was spent fucking the three of them, all three became my lovers, and only for appearance's sake did I end up marrying the daughter. On the wedding night, the three of them all greeted me in their wedding dresses, surprised at the delicious sight, I thanked god for putting me in front of their house when it did.
