The Babysitter(OPEN)

[36b7]

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I take a final look upstairs to make sure all is well. Luckily the noise of the fun Jensen and I were having downstairs didn't disturb his brother and I close the door quietly.

I can hear Jensen's mother talking curtly to him as I walk down the stairs , something about 'doing it in the bathroom' and I smile to myself and wonder why parents are so hypocritical about sex; I mean it's not as if they weren't doing it just as much as we are unless that is his parents only had sex to have their children but that means they only had sex twice, or at least enough times for Jensen's mother to get pregnant, and somehow I don't think they were like that.
I wonder to myself if Jensen ever heard or caught his parents making love? I must ask him.

I descend the last few stairs into the living room and see Jensen sitting on the sofa looking uncomfortable and flushed; he must be sitting right where the wet patch from out lovemaking is. The room is full of the scent of sex, that wonderful heady smell of cum that always reminds me of the scent of chestnut trees when they're in blossom in the spring, a scent that always makes me feel horny.

Jensen's mother is disappearing into the kitchen as his father walks into the living room carrying a large scotch, grinning broadly, and I could swear that he winked at her.

He knows.

Jensen's father takes a good slug from his scotch and looks at me as if appraising me with a kind of 'would she?' look.
"Everything OK?" he asks as he opens his wallet, taking out the notes to pay me and then, pausing to look directly at me, he adds an extra $20 and then another.
Is he making an offer?

I look at him, smiling faintly."Yes, everything's fine thanks, no troubles at all."
He's too old for me I think but he is very handsome, distinguished and he has a manly smell about him, expensive cologne. Jensen will look like him when he's older.

"Well that's good, I'm glad it all went smoothly. See you next time."

Over his shoulder in the doorway to the the kitchen I can see Jensen's mother watching the transaction. She knows too but isn't as pleased as Jensen's father is. Perhaps she's worried that her husband might be looked after as well as her son has been.

"OK thanks." and looking straight at him I add "Call me when you need me."
I turn and smile at Jensen. " See you next time." and I wave as I leave.

I hope his parents are in need of a babysitter soon or perhaps, just his father.

 

[peterstephen]

Sitting on the couch, dying of embarrassment, i hear Christina come down the stairs. I hear her talking to my father.

Glancing over my shoulder i can see him standing there, glass in hand, blatantly flirting with Christina. As she looks over his shoulder at my mother standing, clearly disapproving, in the doorway of the kitchen his eyes rove down her body, devouring her gorgeous figure with his eyes. Then he looks at me and winks, before glancing back at Christina and continuing his conversation.

My flush deepens even further and i quickly turn my head back to the TV. I stare blindy at the television set, unable to concentrate on the images instead replaying the recent events in my mind, again and again as though trying to convince myself that it really happened. Did I really just do that? It still felt so surreal. This gorgeous creature standing here, chatting to my parents, knowing that just minutes ago my cock was inside her, spilling my seed into her warm embrace. As i imagine this I start to harden again, eager to go again. I adjust myself uncomfortably on the couch and try to concentrate on what Christina is saying in the background.

OK thanks, Call me when you need me

She turns to me.

See you next time

I awkwardly wave at her, my legs crossed to hide my obvious growing erection. As she leaves my dad comes over and sits down in his chair. Grabbing the remote he starts flicking through the channels. Thankfully by now the scent of our adventure was starting to dissipate. As we watch a bit of TV together my mother wonders into the room. She sits down on the arm of my dads chair and starts talking to him. They keep their voices low but i can just make out what they are discussing.

"I saw you looking at her you know" my mom says. "What are you talking about?" my dad replies. "Christina... I saw you looking at her. Is that what you want? Some young bimbo?" my mom says, her voice slightly shrill. "You are being silly. She is less than half my age!" my dad answers. "Besides, she is such a pretty little thing i might break her" He says, a smile on his face, clearly picking a fight. My mom stands up and stalks out of the room, clearly upset.

My dad looks at me, still smiling, and says "How was your evening?" I try to shrug nonchalantly... "Pretty quiet. Played on the computer for a few hours, watched some TV" I reply. My dad raises an eyebrow and says "Really? That all?". I blush. It is clearly evident that he suspects something. "Yup, thats all" I reply. "Oh, so if i planned another event next weekend should we skip the baby sitter this time? You are getting old enough to look after yourself now" He says, a mischevious smile still on his face. "NO!" i blurt out. Realising i had responded to loud and too quick, i cleared my throat and continued "I mean, no, I think for now it is still a good idea to keep her around. She helps me with my homework sometimes"

My dad grins "I bet she does... I have a business function next weekend which your Mom will want to attend... you know how she likes showing off. I will arrange for Christina to come around again". He stands up. "I am going to head up to bed, turn everything off when you go to bed" he says.

I barely hear him. My mind racing. Next weekend? How can i wait that long?!

 

[36b7]

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"Hi Christina, can you sit Saturday evening 'til Sunday morning? We'll fix the pull-out for you. Jensen will around."
This is Tuesday and it's just a txt message from Jensen’s Dad but it says far more than is showing on my cell phone.
I read the message a couple of times. Is this deliberate? I know that Jensen's father knows what happened last time but is he deliberately setting Jensen and me up? Maybe he thinks his son needs the experience or perhaps he's getting off thinking that Jensen and I will be having sex while he and Jensen's mom are out all night.
I txt him back: “Sure, what time do you want me?” I know he has the hots for me and I wonder how he’ll reply.

“7.30 will be fine.” That’s all. Oh well, I’ll just have to see what happens; nothing much if Jensen’s mother is around.

I have plenty on during the week but Saturday is always on my mind, thinking about how Jensen will be and wondering if he’ll be a little reserved or, if believing that now we’ve made love he can do anything he wants, ready to jump on my bones.
We’ll see.

So it’s Saturday afternoon and I throw a few things in a bag for my overnight: my toothbrush and some make up, a T and shorts, my contraceptive pills and my vibrator. I glance at the bag; there’s not much in it but then, I don’t suppose I need much. As an afterthought I throw in a tube of lube.
It has many uses and it would be a pity to be unprepared.

 

[peterstephen]

All week my mind is racing. I can't concentrate and I keep having these intense dreams, awaking each morning with a rock hard dick, furiously masturbating remembering what happened, still not entirely sure it was all real. Coming down the stairs on Wednesday morning my Dad catches me at the breakfast table and says "Mom and I will be out all night Saturday, so I asked Christina to stay over... Is that alright?"

My breath catches slightly and my cock still tingling and moist from recent masturbation twitches in my underwear. "Um, yeah, sure. That's fine. I will probably play video games most of the night anyway"

"Riiight" my dad says with a wink and a smile. I blush and rush out the door, breakfast forgotten as my mind raced with thoughts of her. Her smile. Her smell. Her breasts. Her pussy. My cock stirs again in my pants and I know I will need to hit the rest room later to calm him down enough to not draw attention.

Time crawled and each day I found myself getting more and more excited. I didn't know whether to play it cool, or just jump her bones and take her the first opportunity I got! I was masturbating three, four times a day now. I found I could bring myself to the edge of orgasm and hold myself there for 20, 30 minutes before finding release. More and more I had to masturbate in a rest room stall, or in my car and when I found that sweet release my legs would shake and my eyesight would dim.

Friday came at last. At around 7.30 I hear the door bell ring and I rush down the stairs shouting "I've got it!" I fling the door open, face flushed. I had just been taking a shower so I had a pair of shorts on and nothing else. My chest gleamed, still damp. My hair tousled and my eyes wide at the sight of her. As I looked at her my cock hardened involuntarily and I realised the shorts I was wearing could clearly show my cock shaft slowly growing hard. Straightening from its normal rested position to the side into a long, thick, hard rod slowly pushing the material of my shorts up and away from my body. Straining as though begging for release. I blushed and cleared my throat. "It's good to see you" I say. Her eyes glance down at my evident erection and she smiles. I can hear my parents behind me collecting their things to depart and I step to the side so my hard cock is hidden by the open door.

 

[36b7]

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My finger has hardly left the bell push when the front door opens to reveal Jensen, his hair wet from the shower and wearing only a pair of shorts which his very obvious erection is tenting away from his hips.

"It’s good to see you.”

Jensen is grinning like the cat that’s got the cream or at least, thinks he’s going to get some cream before the night’s out.

I smile back at him, allowing my eyes to travel over him before making eye contact.
“Hello Jensen, you look pleased to see me.”

Behind him, in the sitting room, his father is grinning at me; perhaps he’s hoping that he’ll get some cream as well.
I smile at him over Jensen’s shoulder.
“Hi” I say, including his mother in my greeting.
She doesn’t look so happy; perhaps that’s because she thinks she won’t be having any cream tonight.

I catch her eye and smile politely, after all, there’s no point in causing any difficulty between us and who knows when or what might happen in this family.
Stranger things have happened to me.

Jensen seems rooted to the spot so I push past him and drop my bag in the hallway.
Jensen’s father is beside me immediately.

“Hi Christina, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.” And he takes my arm guiding me to the stairs.

“No it’s OK.” Jensen’s mother intervenes. “I’ll show Christina where she’s sleeping tonight.”
Her emphasis is unmistakable and I climb the stairs with her, discovering that my room is down the hallway from Jensen.
There’s a single bed in the room, a pull-out. “You’ll be fine in here. It’s only a single but that’s all you’ll need.” She smiles at me, triumphantly.

“Yes, thank you.”
I follow her back downstairs. Jensen’s father is already at the door with the car keys in his hand.
“OK hun, time to go.” And then to Jensen and me “Have fun you two, see you in the morning.”
Jensen’s mother’s well aimed kick caught him squarely on the ankle and her well aimed glare caught me full on, like a rabbit in headlights.

“Sure, bye, have fun.”
The relief as Jensen closes the door behind them is palpable and Jensen slides his back down it to sit on the floor while I sit on the arm of the sofa and smile at him.

“Well Jensen, just you me and your brother huh?” I pick up my bag and head for the stairs.
“Want to help me unpack?”

 

[smill664u]

Nice beginning!!!! Can't wait to read more of what happens!!!!