The Whistler

[sirhugs]

THAT neighbour whose constantly whistling the same few notes just drives the MC crazy.
Until the MC goes over to complain and falls in lust at first sight.
Soon the MC discovers that the neighbour doesn't whistle during sex.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

“It would be a lot easier to stop whistling if my lips had something to blow.”

I like it. Maybe neighbor was even whistling cause they were checking MC out

 

[sirhugs]

“It would be a lot easier to stop whistling if my lips had something to blow.”

I like it. Maybe neighbor was even whistling cause they were checking MC out

“It would be a lot easier to stop whistling if my lips had something to blow.”
"But you really need to suck. They only call them blow jobs."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

*looks over at inflated men*

“Ah. That explains it”

 

[Carnevil9]

The neighbor is a guy who has had his wife hypnotized. Whenever he whistles, she drops to her knees and blows him. He looks at the MC and asks him, "Wanna give it a try?"

 

[sirhugs]

The neighbor is a guy who has had his wife hypnotized. Whenever he whistles, she drops to her knees and blows him. He looks at the MC and asks him, "Wanna give it a try?"

evil, just evil.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Susan had just had it with that fucking whistling. It wasn't melodic like a bird, or piercing like a ground squirrel. But rather, something breathy and tuneless that still somehow got stuck in her head for hours after she left the house.
She wasn't sure when her neighbor had started doing it, but she'd been meaning to speak with him for a while. She just hadn't seen him.
When the whistling began while she was reading on the porch she'd decided she'd had enough and in a huff, walked around to the front gate.
To her surprise, it was ajar. "Tom? You there? Hey, can we talk?"
Peeking her head in, the yard was empty but the whistling continued.
The pool water was pitch black and at the edge lay a pair of sandals that she'd seen Tom wear often. Fearing the worst she rushed to the pool's edge and peered into the inky blackness.
The whistling stopped just as a quartet of tentacles slid from the water. Susan had just enough time to scream.

 

[sirhugs]

Susan had just had it with that fucking whistling. It wasn't melodic like a bird, or piercing like a ground squirrel. But rather, something breathy and tuneless that still somehow got stuck in her head for hours after she left the house.
She wasn't sure when her neighbor had started doing it, but she'd been meaning to speak with him for a while. She just hadn't seen him.
When the whistling began while she was reading on the porch she'd decided she'd had enough and in a huff, walked around to the front gate.
To her surprise, it was ajar. "Tom? You there? Hey, can we talk?"
Peeking her head in, the yard was empty but the whistling continued.
The pool water was pitch black and at the edge lay a pair of sandals that she'd seen Tom wear often. Fearing the worst she rushed to the pool's edge and peered into the inky blackness.
The whistling stopped just as a quartet of tentacles slid from the water. Susan had just enough time to scream.

I'm almost ashamed to laugh at this... almost.
But you stopped the part before Susan rewards the YM with sex...

 

[sirhugs]

Speaking of shame...
we have missed the obvious...

WHISTLER'S MOTHER

Do you switch out the neighbour for the mother and have her decide that having sex with the her son whistler is all wiil stop the damn whistling? So an incest version.

Or is it the mother who the neighbour seduces, confident that she will get her son to shut the f*ck up? Possibly a lesbian version? Or mature? Or mature lesbians?