Bree the Boyless Wonder: The Babysitters, Part 2

by handheld

What will Brenda decide once Alicia's true intentions are finally revealed?

Brianna Myers arrived for her very first night two weeks later.

The exercise equipment had been moved to the garage – they were now only parking the motorcycle in there – and of course the door to their sex room had a brand new deadbolt. Brenda nervously checked everywhere in the house a dozen times over in the days leading up to Bree's first time over, making sure no vibrators or bottles of lubricant had been randomly left out on a bookcase or in a kitchen drawer. They kept the erotic art prints up, though, after making sure with Annette that it was OK. Annette had told them that Bree wouldn't be bothered by that kind of stuff. "I'll make sure she's mature about it," Annette said. "But she knows all about the birds and the bees already."

Bree was gorgeous. Alicia, in fact, seemed to have a hard time breathing that entire first night, she was so enraptured. Brenda was still nervous about having a kid in the house, but it took her only a little longer to come around to appreciating Bree's natural beauty and charm. Alicia, however, was hooked right away.

Arriving in flip-flops, a fitted cotton Hollister t-shirt, and a pair of rather tight, mid-thigh length board shorts, it was easy to see everything about Bree's young body without having to look all that pervy doing it. She was tall for being just ten. Her legs were disproportionately long, her torso almost too short by comparison. She didn't have breasts yet, but the buds were there, puffy nobs with semi-erect nipples that tented out the front of her shirt just slightly, undeniably, wonderfully. As her pictures had hinted, Bree was very thin, but pleasantly so. Her hips were only just beginning to flare out a little. Her back was naturally swayed. Her feet were large and slender and very finely boned, as were her hands. Someday she was going to be a statuesque woman, a stunning beauty.

Bree's blonde hair was nearly white, straight, and very fine. Her ears stuck out through the silky strands and made her look almost elfin. Her eyes were a deeply-hued blue, and they twinkled intently, like a bird's. Freckles across the bridge of her nose kept her looking perfectly girly, though, while her mouth always seemed just on the edge of a very happy, very big smile. She kept her shoulders straight and her chin up. She looked her babysitters in the eye when they greeted her. "Hello," she'd said simply, in a high, happy voice. Later on, Brenda noticed other things. Bree had a way of biting her lower lip and wrinkling her brow about those gorgeous eyes of hers. She liked to touch herself unconsciously when she talked, to rub her hands across her upper arms, to play with her hair, to rub one foot atop the other. She was absolutely fetching.

They small-talked but briefly, that first night, then showed Bree all around their house – even going right up to the sex room door and telling her quite frankly that it was an "adults only zone", which of course made Bree giggle and all three of the adults blush. Annette had recommended being honest about such things, though; she was the girl's mom, after all. She would know her best.

"You'll be respectful of what married people sometimes do, won't you, sweetie?" Annette asked her little girl. "If you're going to be here most of the time at night, they need to know that they can enjoy their intimate times without worrying about you nosing around." A couple of very pointed looks slashed back and forth between mother and daughter, while Alicia and Brenda merely blushed deeper and backed away, glancing almost giddily at each other. If only Annette knew! Just one time nosing around the two of them going at it, and Bree would certainly get the shock of a lifetime.

They finally got Bree installed in her room that first evening – which Bree was free to begin decorating as she pleased, she'd been told, and which Annette had already furnished for her with a brand new bed, dresser, and desk – and Annette sped off for her first-ever night shift in her new department. It was a special 7-to-5 slot, so she would be back for her daughter before the two of them left for the hospital, themselves. They'd be getting her most nights after dinner, really not long before her bedtime. It looked for all the world like it really might not be all that big a deal, after all. Brenda allowed herself to relax. Just a little.

But then Alicia started going to the girl's door every five minutes, it seemed, asking what Bree might like to drink, if she had enough covers, enough pillows, if she wanted to come watch TV with them. Brenda finally had to drag Alicia into their bedroom, and even then she very nearly had to barricade the door. It wasn't until she got her happy little lover naked and dripping that Alicia finally seemed to turn her focus away from Bree. But not for long. With two of Brenda's fingers buried deep in her cunt and another sliding sweetly into her quivering ass, Alicia finally burst.

"Oh God, Brenda. Oh fuck. Fuck! I want her. I fucking want her so bad!" Brenda stopped her hands, dead stopped, and stared at her lover.

Alicia had huge tears in her eyes. Her face was quickly soaked with them. She looked every bit as horrified as Brenda at what she'd said. But she shrugged, helpless.

"You saw her, didn't you? You saw her. You saw how... how perfect she is. I mean... right? Right? Oh God...." Alicia sobbed, her hands covering her face, and Brenda didn't know what to do.

"We have to send her back," Alicia groaned, sniffling. "We can't let her stay here because I swear to God I'll have to have her."

Brenda couldn't speak. There was a lump thickly pulsating in her throat. She crouched over her petite princess there on the floor, fingers frozen inside her wet, hot holes, and found herself unable to do anything at all. Alicia had never shown this side of herself before. She'd told Brenda very little about her sexual past, other than the fact that she didn't fully accept being queer until college. Brenda had always assumed Alicia had been more or less a typically repressed late-bloomer, whatever. Alicia, for being such a deeply closeted yet privately enthusiastic lesbian, had always been – well, unbelievably normal. Brenda was supposed the freak in the relationship.

"Oh God, I don't want to go to jail..." Alicia moaned, wracked with more sobs. She cast a tortured look at Brenda. Her eyes were wide and wild. She'd just spilled one of her deepest secrets, and now the vulnerability was about to swallow her whole. Alicia looked lost, scared.

"You think I'm a monster, don't you?" It came out as a thin, frail whisper. "I won't blame you if you leave me. Or turn me in. I'm sick. So fucking sick."

Brenda found herself shaking her head, her own tears falling onto Alicia's quivering belly. "No, baby, I'll never do that. And you're not sick. You're OK. You're not a monster, baby...."

Alicia snuffled back a great deal of snot and wiped at her eyes. "Yes I am. Yes I fucking am."

Their eyes were locked. Alicia gulped air and finally whispered, "You don't know about... certain things, Bren. Stuff about me... OK? You... you just don't know."

Neither breathed much for a long time. Alicia eventually shook her head and looked up at the ceiling in supplication. "I'm so fucking twisted, Bren. So fucking bent. We have to cut this off. Right now."

But Brenda shook her head. Seeing Alicia so frightened was breaking her heart. And there was something else, too. Something that shocked Brenda as it broke upon her consciousness: she liked seeing her lover horny for that little girl. She practically vibrated with a new surge of lust, imagining her lover that way, wondering what she'd done in the past, what she might do in the very near future.

It was turning her on, flooding her underwear, and suddenly Brenda found herself very open to the idea of babysitting Brianna Myers. Much to her own surprise, Brenda began to imagine all kinds of forbidden scenarios involving that blonde elfin child, both with and without Alicia involved. She cleared her throat nervously, her heart pounding, struggling for the right words to keep it all together.

"We can handle this, baby. Together. It'll be all right."

Alicia closed her eyes and whimpered. There was another long silence. Eventually Alicia's hands slowly drifted to her perfectly round, small breasts, her fingers straying gently across her nipples. Alicia played with herself that way, still weeping, for several minutes, with Brenda's fingers remaining motionless inside her.

"But I want to fuck her," Alicia sighed. "I want to suck on her tiny pussy. I want to taste her. I want to bite her little titties. I want to lick between her toes. I want to sniff her sweaty asshole and eat it for days. God. I want to watch her piss. I want to watch her come. I want to ride her face. I want her hands inside me. I want her. I want her."

Brenda shushed her lover as she began sobbing again, still twiddling her nipples, now hunching her hips a little against Brenda's hands. Brenda started her fingers moving again, and Alicia moaned loudly, arching her back and digging her heels into the carpet. "It's OK, baby," Brenda crooned. "Tell me more about it. Let me make you come while you tell me...."

Alicia soon rocketed into orgasm after orgasm, barely able to rasp out her thanks by the time they were done. Brenda worried briefly about the possibility of Bree overhearing them, but they were at the far side of their bedroom, on the far side of the house from where Bree had been tucked in. If they could keep the noise down, Brenda didn't see any reason why they couldn't just talk it out like that anytime Alicia felt too tempted. Brenda could bring her off, and they'd all be OK. She told her lover as much as they showered off. She didn't tell her anything about her own steadily rising desires.

But Alicia just shook her head, working the soap into Brenda's ass crack. "It won't work, Bren. Not for long."

Brenda disagreed, but only barely. Alicia looked calm now and totally serious about it.

"What will you do when it finally happens? When I... you know...." Alicia asked in a small voice, leaning back to soak her hair, raising her arms to fan out her beautiful blonde curls. Brenda's breath caught for probably the thousandth time as she admired her lover's breasts, water cascading over them like a glaze.

"I- It won't," Brenda finally stammered.

"But it will. I'm telling you. It will."

Brenda shook her head, but she had no words. Alicia, smiling sadly, didn't either. They finished their shower in silence, and in silence they finally slid naked into bed.

Just before drifting off to sleep, Brenda rolled over to spoon with her petite blonde love. Kissing her ear, she softly whispered, "I will always love you, no matter what."