Bree the Boyless Wonder: The Babysitters, Part 6

by handheld

Bree wants something badly, and it's not what Brenda expects!

Bree arrived at the house only ninety seconds after Brenda re-secured the padlock on the playroom door. She had only just then managed to put her scrubs back on, trying to look presentable for their imminent guest, and Brenda was certain beyond a doubt now that she stunk like crazy. Alicia was already back in their bedroom, showering. Brenda found herself caught in the kitchen, getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Hi, Ben!" Bree giggled, coming through the front door after a light perfunctory knocking. She walked right at Brenda, smiling beautifully. She wore the same wedge heel flip-flops again, but her running shorts and spaghetti-top were gone. Now she had on a yellow summery babydoll dress, which only came down to mid-thigh.

"Momma said to tell you sorry she couldn't come in. She's running late!"

Brenda backed up a little, cornered, trying not to stare at the girl. Her silky white-blonde hair was tied up in pigtails. God!

Bree pouted out her lower lip and looked at her toes, which were freshly painted black. Brenda saw that the girl's fingernails were vivid blue, though. A band-aid stretched loosely across the inside of her left ankle. There was an intricate, skillfully self-drawn tattoo around her right wrist, roses and vines of thorns in black and red Sharpie marker. The kid had certainly kept herself busy all day.

"It's my fault she's late. I didn't want to eat my broccoli." Bree screwed up her face in disgust. "It's just so yucky!"

Brenda took a breath, then a drink from her bottled water. She forced a laugh. "I'll bet you let it get cold, didn't you? You have to eat broccoli when it's nice and warm, silly thing."

Bree shrugged and promptly closed the remaining distance between them. She stepped up so close that Brenda had to spread her arms to either side. It felt just like surrendering. But she did it automatically, put her arms out, let her step right in.

Bree leaned into her, turning her face to rest it against Brenda's chest. The girl sighed and wrapped her arms around Brenda, hugging tightly around her waist. Brenda, still holding the water bottle out to one side, slowly brought her other hand back in and patted Bree on the head. The girl hummed happily to herself as she felt Brenda's hand stroke her hair.

"I like it here," Bree said. "You guys are so nice."

Brenda cleared her throat. She had to get away. She stunk! Bree couldn't miss it! What the hell would she say if Bree asked about it? How could she explain how this guy Ben smelled like an all-day horny, four-times-coming dyke slut? But Bree was holding on really tight, digging the side of her face in really deeply between Brenda's well-muscled pecs. Brenda couldn't just step back – she was already leaning into the corner of the counter! And this girl didn't want to let go.

Bree had more to say. Her voice drifted up to Brenda, high and small, fragile. "Ben?"

"Yeah, Bree?" Brenda held her breath, certain a hygiene question was on its way.

"Can I watch TV tonight before bed?"

Brenda chuckled for real that time. The affection was a ploy after all. She was just softening an old fogie up!

"Well..." Brenda began.

But Bree cut her off. "Oh, please!" She released Brenda and stepped back, clasping her hands before her chest, dipping at the knees a little, eyes big as plates. "Please, Ben! My bedtime's not really until ten in the summer – I know Momma mentioned that, right? Last night I went to bed waaaaay before normal. There's been a Hannah marathon all day, and the last two episodes tonight are going to be new ones!"

Brenda took the chance to get clear and began edging along the counter toward the short hallway that led to her bedroom. She took another swig of water and pretended to think it over. A thin shred of her innate annoyance with children rose to mind. Fucking kids! Hannah Fucking Montana. Really. How could that possibly be so fucking important?

"I guess I'll see what Alicia thinks," Brenda copped out. She was at the edge of the kitchen. Finally! "She's in the shower right now, but I'll make sure she talks to you about it when she comes out. Why don't you put your bag in your room and then go ahead and put your show on? I'm guessing that'll probably be all right."

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you, Ben!" Bree squealed and ran at her, hugging her even harder. Her face didn't turn that time, either. The girl's nose crammed itself right up against Brenda's chest, straight into her left breast. In horror, Brenda felt the Bree's mouth opening, her lips quickly closing around Brenda's stiffening nipple. Then teeth. The little thing nipped her – hard!

Gasping, jerking away reflexively, Brenda grabbed at her chest in shock and pain. She dropped her water bottle on the floor and nearly tripped over it as she backed into the hallway. Bree had let her go and danced away the instant her teeth had sunk into Brenda's nipple. Now she was giggling, running away from Brenda toward her own room. Rubbing sorely, Brenda couldn't help but admire the girl's long legs as she flounced away.

"You're the best, Ben!" she called out over shoulder, disappearing in a swish of yellow skirt behind the lightly slammed door.

Brenda cleaned up her spill and made a full retreat to the bedroom, still rubbing her wounded tit.