[FFML] [fanfic][Yotsuba&!][lemon] Pretty Neighbor 2nd Visit: Chapter 14: Jumbo & Pole-Waxing

[Mythril Moth]

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JUMBO & POLE-WAXING

by Mythril Moth

based on Yotsuba&! by Azuma Kiyohiko

subsequently based on the "Pretty Neighbor" Yotsuba& doujinshi series

no permission asked or given

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The next afternoon, Jumbo came over to have a drink with Koiwai--JUST Koiwai 
this time; Fuuka made it quite clear she never intended to drink again.

And so, the two men sat out on the front porch, drinking.

"Have you called the police about Asagi yet?" Jumbo asked.

"No, and we're not going to."

"Eh? Why? Somebody has to do something about her!"

"Yeah, but see, we all talked it over, and it's just...not that simple," 
Koiwai said, chugging his beer and staring up at the darkening sky. "First 
of all, we can't actually prove Asagi's involvement in a lot of this. 
Second, their parents skipped town, which is child abandonment, which is 
illegal. Third, I'm not legally able to *marry* Fuuka until she's twenty, 
without parental consent. That little letter her parents left the day they 
skipped town doesn't count. And of course, there's Ena. I have two minors 
living in my house unlawfully. Their parents skipped town. Any way you look 
at it, from a legal standpoint, it's bad." He sighed. "If we called the 
police on Asagi, Yotsuba would be taken away from me, and I'd never see her, 
Fuuka, or Ena again. Ever."

Jumbo frowned. "Shit, that's bad."

"Yeah." Koiwai sighed. "For now, the best thing we can do is stay as far 
under the radar as possible..."

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Miura and her dad were enjoying supper at an outdoor cafe, when Miura 
noticed a couple sitting two tables over. Immediately, her face darkened. 
"Excuse me, Otousan," she said, wiping her mouth and standing.

"Miura--? Oi, Miura!"

Miura approached the table, and cleared her throat.

"Ayase-san," she said coldly.

Mr. and Mrs. Ayase stared at her, wide-eyed, breaking out in nervous sweats. 
"Ah...Miura-chan! What..."

"You have any idea how bad you've fucked things up for Ena-chan and 
Fuuka-neesan?" she asked.

"Now, look here, child..."

"SHUT UP!" Miura cried, beginning to draw stares. "You could've at least 
taken care of all the legal shit before you left, so Fuuka-neesan could 
marry Kotashi-niisan and Ena-chan could live there legally, but you couldn't 
even be bothered to do that, and now they can't even go to the cops about 
all the child porn of Ena-chan Asagi had, or her trying to sell Ena-chan's 
panties online, or..."

The middle-aged couple stared at her, turning white as sheets, then glanced 
back at one another.

"She....WHAT?"

"Does it really surprise you, after everything else?" Miura asked, 
glowering.

"Oh my god..."

"It's all well and good for you to run away and not give a damn, but your 
two GOOD daughters still have lives to live, and HEY!!"

"Miura, stop bothering these people," her father said sternly, picking her 
up under the armpits.

Mr. Ayase stood and bowed. "Hayasaka-san..." he cleared his throat. "Your 
child is not bothering us. Rather, we have...been negligent in our own 
duties, and we needed a reminder of that."

Mr. Hayasaka, confused, put Miura down.

"Look, you don't gotta go back home if you don't want," Miura told them. 
"Quite frankly, they're better off without you. But they do need all the 
legal shit taken care of, which they can't do without you." She turned away, 
hands in her pockets. "Do what's right, Ayase-san."

Her father glanced from the two of them to Miura then back, bowed 
apologetically, and followed his daughter out of the cafe, barely 
remembering to leave money for their meal.

"Miura-chan!" he hissed as they left. "What was all that about?! Were 
those...Ena-chan's parents?"

"Yep."

"You were incredibly rude to them!"

"Yep."

"Miura-chan!"

Miura turned to her father. "They *ran away*, Otousan. They found out their 
oldest daughter was the queen of all bitches and they *ran away*."

Mr. Hayasaka stared at his daughter, horror-struck.

"Ena-chan's better off without those losers, but they still got shit to do, 
and I just needed to remind them of that."

"I...I see..." Mr. Hayasaka grimaced. "But still, Miura-chan, it isn't your 
place..."

"They hurt Ena-chan. ANYBODY who hurts Ena-chan answers to me."

Mr. Hayasaka, not accustomed to seeing that hard steel in his little girl's 
eyes, could only stare in awe.

"So...did anybody think to call the police?" he asked.

Miura shook her head. "That'd be the worst possible thing."

"But...!"


"It's complicated, Otousan. And I don't really want to tell you everything 
that's going on." She sighed. "Ena-chan has a new family now, and it's just 
right. But if the police get involved before those two runaway idiots deal 
with their legal obligations, Ena-chan's new family is going to be 
destroyed, and I'll never see her again."

She gave her father a glare that said, "don't even THINK of calling the 
police."

Mr. Hayasaka was incredibly perturbed all the way back home.

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It didn't take Mr. Hayasaka long to figure out that his daughter and Ayase 
Ena had become lovers. In the two days since returning from Fujiyama, he had 
heard noises coming out of Miura's bedroom, out of the furo...

As badly as he felt he needed to put a stop to it--they were only TEN!!--he 
remembered the hard, steely glare in his daughter's eyes from the other day. 
He hated to admit being afraid of his own child, but he was.

Besides, yes, they were only ten, but they were also both girls and clearly 
in love with each other...it just didn't seem like there was any real reason 
to intervene.

He did, however, have to ask Miura one important question, uncomfortable as 
it was...

"Why are you bringing her HERE to do all that?" Mr. Hayasaka asked. "I mean, 
from what you've told me, her sister and Koiwai-san could care less about--"

"Yotsuba-chan," Miura said simply. "We're not running the risk of a 
five-year-old kid hearing or seeing us do that kind of stuff."

"Ah." Mr. Hayasaka nodded. "Well, that certainly makes sense." He grimaced. 
"Not that two ten-year-old girls should be doing that kind of thing in the 
first place..."

Miura shrugged. "We're the generation that grows up way too fast," she said. 
"Look at it this way, at least we can't accidentally drop a bunch of brats 
all over the place."

"Miura-chan...!" Mr. Hayasaka turned green.

Miura smirked.

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A few days later, Ena and Miura lay on Miura's bed, naked, sweaty, sticky, 
and panting.

"Damn, Ena-chan," Miura huffed. "You're too good...and this from the girl 
who could barely take being kissed on the thighs?"

Ena blushed. "How much I can take depends on how horny I am, and you made me 
pretty horny today, Miura-chan."

"You still look a little worked up," Miura said in wonderment.

Ena frowned. "Yeah, but..."

"But?" Miura asked.

"I wanna try something new," Ena said.

"Oh? I'm listening," Miura replied with a pervy smile.

"But...I don't know if you wanna," Ena said, suddenly pouty. "It's something 
I thought up last night, but..." She sighed. "We can't do it by ourselves."

"Eh?" Miura asked, sitting up. "Whaddya mean?"

Ena blushed. "We need three people. You, me...and a man."

Miura raised an eyebrow. "This sounds kinky. Do go on..."

Ena explained her idea, and Miura felt her face (and other things) flush. 
"Okay, that sounds...yeah, I think we definitely gotta try that."

"But who'll we get to help us?" Ena asked. "Kotashi-niichan is WAY off 
limits..."

Miura thought about that for a minute. An evil smirk blossomed on her face. 
"I know JUST the guy..."

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Jumbo answered the door and found Ena and Miura standing there, beaming up 
at him. Miura had an unusually cute look on her face; somehow, it made the 
giant's skin crawl.

"What can I do for you girls?" Jumbo asked as his guests took their shoes 
off at the genkan. He sat down on the floor.

Miura walked up and patted him on the shoulder. "Actually, big guy, we need 
to borrow your dick."

Jumbo spluttered. "WHAT?!"

Ena blushed. "Miura-chan, you're too blunt!" Standing in front of Jumbo, 
blushing, head bowed, looking irresistibly cute, Ena said, "Um, Jumbo-san? 
We need your help with something..."

Jumbo buried his face in his hands. "I'm not gonna like this, am I?"

"Sure you are," Miura said. "You get to play with two really really cute 
girls..."

"No," Jumbo said. "I am not a pedophile."

"But you're our bestest friend," Ena pouted, "and we need you!"

"I thought you girls were lesbians," Jumbo pointed out, scarcely believing 
he was even having this conversation.

"Well, technically Ena-chan's bi," Miura said, "an' I guess I can swing a 
little, depending." She smirked. "And Ena-chan's idea's just too good to 
pass up on."

Jumbo made a funny noise. "This is...something ENA-CHAN thought up?" he 
asked.

"Mm-hmm," Ena said, turning up the cute factor and beaming sunnily at him. 
"And we REALLY want you to do it with us, Jumbo-san."

Jumbo turned away, face flaming. "I do not do those sorts of things with 
underaged girls. ESPECIALLY not ten-year-olds!"

"Then you're gonna have fun explaining what two naked ten-year-olds were 
doing coming out of your house," Miura said.

"MIURA-CHAN!" Ena cried. "NO! That's the kind of crap Asagi would pull. 
We're NOT gonna blackmail Jumbo-san!"

"You're right, I'm sorry, Jumbo," Miura said.

Jumbo sighed. "You girls should just...leave, right now. I'm not mad at you, 
but...just...none of this is happening."

Ena walked up to Jumbo and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. 
"Jumbo-san," she said in a pouty voice, "I'm sorry we upset you and I know 
this is all really wrong, I know that, but...we really really do want your 
help, and you're the only guy we can count on."

Miura suddenly crawled into his lap and hugged him, turning an incredibly 
cute, girly look up at him. "Pretty please, Jumbo-san?" she asked.

Jumbo took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing. "I 
cannot believe I am even ASKING this, but...just out of sheer morbid 
curiosity, what the hell is it you girls want me to do?"

Miura grinned. Ena leaned over and whispered the whole plan in Jumbo's ear.

Jumbo turned incredibly red. "That's...very imaginative, Ena-chan."

"Told you so," Miura said. "See, Jumbo-san? You don't gotta do nothin' but 
lie there an' let us use you. An' nobody's ever gonna know but us, promise."

Jumbo shook his head. "No. No...I can't. I'm sorry. This is just wrong."

Ena pouted and started to cry.

"H-hey..."

"But it's...not gonna h-hurt n-nothin'..." Ena sobbed, sniffling. "That's 
why w-we c-came to y-you, Jumbo-san...w-we can t-trust you not to h-hurt 
us..."

"Ah jeez, now look what you did, ya big dork," Miura said. Rolling her eyes, 
she took Ena by the shoulders and comforted her. "C'mon, Ena-chan, we're 
wasting our time here. Jumbo probably doesn't even HAVE a dick..."

"That's right, so you did all this for nothing," Jumbo said, nodding.

Ena blinked. "Wow, THAT didn't even work?" she asked, suddenly miraculously 
not crying anymore. "I thought for sure that'd do it."

Jumbo smirked. "You really think I'm falling for you girls' tricks?"

Miura sighed. "Looks like we've gotta pull out all the stops." She stripped 
naked; Ena did likewise.

"H-hey...what...no...put your clothes back on..."

"Here's the deal," Miura said. "We're not leaving. You can't throw us out 
because we're naked. Sooner or later you're either gonna go along with this, 
or you're gonna fall asleep. The second you fall asleep, your dick's ours." 
She grinned evilly. "The sooner you just give in, the sooner we get it over 
with, and then we're dressed and outta here. But we don't mind hanging 
around naked for a while. Ena-chan, go make tea..."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! ENOUGH!" Jumbo roared. "You win. I'll...do the stupid 
sick perverted thing you want me to do." He frowned. "But I'm really, really 
upset with you girls for this stunt."

"Eh, you'll get over it," Miura said. Now, lie down, big boy..."

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Jumbo lay on his futon, stripped from the waist down. His eyes were screwed 
tightly shut; he was fighting the urge to enjoy what was happening, but he 
feared he was losing miserably.

Ena and Miura were on either side of his cock; their crotches were pressed 
tightly against him, and they were grinding up and down, rubbing and 
stroking his member hard with their wet, hairless little...

*DO NOT THINK ABOUT THAT DO NOT THINK ABOUT THAT DO NOT--*

The girls gasped and moaned in pleasure as they waxed his pole; every so 
often they would stop grinding to lightly lick and kiss the tip of his dick. 
As they worked him over, they would gasp out comments of encouragement; now, 
they were both moaning, and one or the other (he Was Not Looking) had 
started to speed up, going out of synch.

"Oh god," Ena moaned. "It's too much...I'm...!"

"Ah! Don't come without me, Ena-chan!" Miura cried.

"I'm AH...sorry Miura-chaAAAAAAn!" Ena cried. "Ah....ahhhhhhhhhh..."

Jumbo came about two seconds after Ena did.

As his member flagged, he felt the girls move around in his lap. "Wow, he 
came a lot," Miura said.

"As expected of Jumbo-san!" Ena said, giggling.

He felt them crawl down his chest, and gently plant sticky, funky kisses on 
him. Reflexively, he opened his eyes...

Two naked, semen-soaked ten-year-old girls were smiling happily down at him. 
"Thank you, Jumbo-san!" they chorused.

He passed out.

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"Hey, Jumbo," Koiwai said, "what's up?"

Jumbo unloaded two large bouquets of yellow roses from his truck. "I brought 
some flowers for Ena-chan and Miura-chan," he said. "They decided to 
brighten my day yesterday, so I thought I'd brighten theirs."

"Oh?" Koiwai asked.

Jumbo handed the flowers to Koiwai, got in his truck, and sped off without 
another word.

Blinking, Koiwai went inside. "Ena-chan, Miura-chan, flowers!"

The young girls ran into the room. "Ah! Pretty! Are those from Jumbo-san?" 
Ena asked.

"Yeah," Koiwai said. "How'd you know?"

"Oh," Miura said casually, "we had a good time playing together, is all..."



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