Discovering Secrets and Seduction in a Suburban Town with a Complicated Past

So this is my first contribution to the site as well as the beginning of my first erotic story. It's a bit rough, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Also, there's not any sex in this first part, as I like to kind of develop character at least a bit. So if you're looking for a quick fix, this isn't the place.
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I guess it all started when the neighbors moved out. I had lived with my family in a suburb town in Central Massachusetts for a little over 12 years. For most of that time my best friends had been Chris and Manny, the neighbor boys. Both were older than I was, but as kids that didn't seem to matter. We would run around and play as if I was their third brother.

My own two brothers were much, much older. 6 and 10 years older. When I was 7, the elder of the two moved out, having dropped out of high school Sophomore year. Before he went, however, he left a few really great presents for a young kid.

After dropping out, and being too young to work, he found that he had a lot of time on his hands. One day, fed up with his constant lazing about, my mother sarcastically told him to go dig a hole. This was exactly what he did.

Every time I would get home from school (first grade was the only year I attended public school until my junior year of high school. Between those I was homeschooled.) I would hear punk rock floating across the pool and playground area between the back woods and our raised deck.

The outcome was a superb backwoods area. The biggest hole was 10 feet across and 6 feet deep. As a child this was overwhelmingly large. Other holes were also substantial, and had bike jumps over them. My brother also cobbled together some plywood and nails and converted them into a passable multi-level treehouse. It was not much more than three platforms, the bottom one having a rail. These were reached by climbing a knotted rope, or, for those of us who lacked the upper body strength for that, climbing the tree with strategic hand and foot holds.

The next brother closer to me left for the Navy when I was 12. It had always been his dream, and he left straight away after graduation. Sometime between 8 and 12 my sister (12 years older than me) moved out. This left my mother, father and I alone in a house made for six.

As I entered high school my parents decided that the room I had occupied for nearly 10 years was too small for me. I was given the in-law suite downstair where my elder brother and sister used to stay. It was a pretty nice place. It had a full bathroom, its own kitchen, two bedrooms and ample living room space. It was also connected to the garage and had a door to the backyard.

My father received an old pool table from the church we attended, which he set up in the living space downstairs. I used to stay up til all hours of the night playing billiards alone, or occasionally with the neighbors.
Spenser moved in next door the summer before my junior year of high school, when I decided to go back to public school. This was a trying year for me. My brother was deployed to Afghanistan, and my parents decided that the ties holding their marriage together were just not strong enough. As divorces go it was not rough, but being a privileged (if troubled) white boy in a nice house in a good neighborhood, it seemed like the culmination of all my greatest fears.

As if that were not enough, my very best friend from my homeschooling years took his life just before I went back to school in November. Needless to say this complicated things for me.

My father and I stayed in the house made for 6, which now seemed emptier than ever. When, towards

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