Frankie and Janey and the Babysitter

by Honey West

Oh how quickly things seemed to change for Frankie and I after the kids came into our lives. From two single lesbians who fell in love while dating to a family of four, complete with PTA meetings, the Cartoon Channel, and helping with the homework. We moved into a new upscale apartment building that made me realize that my partner made pretty good money as a chemist (“I’m a Senior Lab Technician”, She sniffed). It was spacious and modern with four bedrooms; one for each child, one for the adults and we turned the middle room into an office/homework/computer room. We were on the 11th floor with a balcony and a silly pretend gas fireplace. All that was missing was Mr. French and Mrs. Livingston.

We picked a day to sit the children down and announce to them that their aunt and I were lesbians since we were now all living together and didn’t want to pretend any more. We were a little nervous and halting in our presentation so little (now)7-year-old Christina helped by filling in the blanks. “I know, I know, instead of a man and woman, it’s a woman and woman…”, she informed us casually. Kids are way too sophisticated these days. It turned out that at least one other child in her new class had gay parents and the school was liberal in its acceptance, being more worried that too many of their students were from single-parent homes. At a school function, Christina introduced us to her teacher. “This is Aunt Frankie and Aunt Janey and they are Lesbians”, she said matter-of-factly and went to feed the class hamster. The teacher was bemused and said, “She made you sound like a political party.” And so we decided we were. There were the Democrats, the Republicans and the Lesbians. Ours had a more loyal fan base.

And so we became Ozzie and Harriet in no time. We were affectionate to each other in front of the kids, hugging and kissing openly, but like any parent waited til the youngsters were asleep before our passions flared hot and heavy. The kids seemed perfectly happy with their new home and, surprisingly, so were Frankie and I.

The one thing we naturally kept from the little ones was our secret passion for, well, the little ones. Once Frankie had shown me her picture album of erotic kiddie porn I was hooked. I loved the fantasy of being able to undress a child, boy or girl, and having my way with them. I would notice children as they walked through the mall and would imagine the young mother calming her unruly little girl was doing it by promising sexual treats when they got home. I felt deliciously depraved yearning for the Olsen twins on an old sitcom. Frankie and I delighted in our lovemaking but every once in a while we would pull the album out of hiding and masturbate as we viewed our favorite images. And we would surprise each other with new drawings or cartoons that we’d find on the internet. But sometimes we would slip our fingers into the others’ cunt and, in breathy hushed tones, recount our lusty feelings of the night we used the ‘Magic Elixir’ on 6-year-old Christina and 3-year-old Eddie. I would cum hard as her hot breath whispered into my ear of the things we did and could have done with more time and nerve.

Now mind you, we were determined to be The Good Parents and had promised, after that tasty night, that the children were off limits in that sense. Not that we couldn’t fantasize, mind you, what with the kids being the kids they were. Edward, for example, was a handsome little tyke. Now 4-years-old (their birthdays were within a month of each other) he was a quiet and happy boy who could play contently with his toys for hours by himself. Though in no way ‘whipped’, he was used to female figures in the leadership roles since he didn’t get to know his father, who died years ago. He always obeyed his sister when told to do this or that and would look to her for protection if he was frightened by something trivial. Frankie loved to call him ‘her little man’ which made him proud. Still, I could see her follow the boy at times with a gleam in her eyes. When she bathed him, I would sometimes sit on the seat talking office affairs. His little peter would occasionally pop up into an innocent boner and Frankie would smile lustily at me as she towel-dried him.

Now, Chistina. Oh lord, that girl was just beautiful. At seven, her little body seemed to manifest everything I wanted in a little girl; a boyish shape that nonetheless exude femininity. Her face was striking; defined little lips that made you want to stroke them with your fingertips, a pert nose and eyes that pierced. She could be a child model. She was destined to be a beautiful woman. She tended to walk with that schoolgirl-crush lilt and I would try very hard to remind myself that we made a promise.

In case you’re wondering about the magic elixir, it didn’t take. The company we worked for decided that, while completely safe, the product had too much ‘date rape’ potential and, fearing litigation problems that could ensue, locked the formula in their vaults and moved on to other projects. Frankie shrugged and said ‘back to the cure for cancer.’

Frankie and I broke out of our domestic routine twice a month by attending Alice’s Tea Party. Alice was a young widow (her kids went to Christina’s school) who recently discovered the joys of Sapphic pleasure. Along with the other gay couple Christina had mentioned and two more women, we discovered a common bond: the need to get away from the kids and go wild. We would all secure babysitters on a Friday night and meet in a home, often Alice’s. Drinks would be served, a little pot passed around, girl-talk would warm us up and before you know it, kissing would commence followed by giggling and moaning and well, you get the idea. Sometimes we’d pair off in twos and threes to different bedrooms, sometimes a full-scale orgy would take place on the living room rug. We looked forward to our sessions and the kids were getting used to us going ‘out dancing’ every other weekend. We had a regular babysitter who lived in our building. Melissa was just thirteen but highly recommended by other tenants. Her folks would only allow her to sit for someone in our complex as we had good security and they used that time on occasions to go out themselves. Naturally, I took note of her. She was pretty with little cupcake sized tits and wonderfully developed hips for her pixie body. When we came home flushed from our delights at Alice’s we would find her sitting in front of the TV dozing, the kids in bed and the kitchen cleaned, and we would escort her downstairs to her door. We would giggle like lechers on our way back up.

Then something weird happened last weekend. I was down with a mild case of the flu and trying to sleep it away. I was feeling much better by Sunday but was still enjoying the bed rest when I heard Frankie telling the kids that she had to run to the grocery store for a bit and not to disturb Aunt Janey (they still called me that). I could hear Edward playing with his toys in the living room and drifted off for a bit but popped awake at one point. I felt that someone had checked in on me. Cracking open my door I saw Christina taking Edward by the hand and leading him into her bedroom. She gave a glance back to make sure my door was closed and disappeared. Slipping on my nightshirt, I crept down the hall and found her door was partially opened. I felt something secretive was going on even though the door was ajar and opted to peek in through the other side where the hinges were. It was a smaller opening but allowed me to see plenty. And oh what plenty! Little Eddie was propped on the bed, laying back with his shorts and underwear pulled down to his socks. He was watching quietly as Christina put his little dick into her mouth! She made a little sucking sound and popped it out to look it over. Her little fingers gently squeezed the cushy head of his, maybe 2-21/2 inch, dick and then brought it into her mouth again. There was no porn-star up and down motion, just a gentle suckling of his stiff little sausage as if she were constantly tasting it. Just then she jerked up as she (and I) heard the jingling of keys at the front door. Frankie always had too many keys and was at this moment fishing for the right one. I knew now the door was left open so she could hear this. I saw Christina hiking Eddie’s pants back up and I lightly scampered back into my room.

I said nothing about what I saw and, in the days to come, was amazed that neither child did either. I don’t mean they couldn’t keep a secret, but they were so nonchalant in their daily routines that you wouldn’t think there was a secret TO keep. Not even sly glances to each other. Heck, I couldn’t keep a secret when I was a child not even for silly trivial things. And here we were at the dinner table and Christy was talking about how her teacher broke a heel on her shoe in the middle of class and crap like that…

Naturally my masturbatory fantasies were stoked by the memory of Christina drawing on Eddie’s straw. I did not tell Frankie and, in fact, wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to let it go for the moment.

We were ready for another night at Alice’s. Frankie and I considered ourselves monogamous and the Tea Party didn’t seem to take from that. We were doing it together and enjoyed the ladies immensely. I got a warm feeling when, on occasion in our little orgies, Frankie would move to me for an orgasm, as if to say ‘it’s you who know my buttons.’

I checked on the kids and told them to behave (why I don’t know, they always behaved) and wondered if this is why they go to bed with no arguments. Melissa, our babysitter, showed up with schoolbooks and a minskirt right out of The Brady Bunch. I couldn’t help but discreetly lust after that Hentai schoolgirl look she was sporting. ‘Cokes are in the fridge, there’s cake if you want, see you tonight.’ And we left.

We were almost there when we got a call on the cell phone. Several things had gone wrong with the logistics of using babysitters and Alice needed to postpone until next week. Oh well, we thought, wanna go dancing? Frankie mulled it over for a bit. “Nah,” she said, “I’m horny and we haven’t had a lot of time together lately.” She turned and looked at me seductively, “Tell you what, let’s give Melissa time to put the kids to bed and then we’ll go home and play on the internet. Oooh, I thought. It may not sound like a lot, but we’ve had many an orgasm looking up little-girl sites and reading the stories. We did some shopping and, after the kids’ bedtime, called Melissa to tell her we were coming home early and that we would pay her for the whole night. She sounded drowsy and mumbled ‘okay’ and I felt a little worried.

When we arrived the girl was snoozing as she normally does but we found we couldn’t wake her. I began to shake her harder with no response. “Omigod,” I was frightened, “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know”, Frankie kept her cool, “she’s unresponsive. I’ll call 911.” Frankie went to the kitchen phone as I laid the young girl down in reclining position and propped her head. A moment later Frankie looked at me as she held the phone. “Why haven’t you called?” I asked.

“Is there a glass next to her?”

“What? Uh, yeah. Looks like some soda with ice.”

“Come here.”

On the kitchen counter was an opened can of cola and a pint of Jack Daniel’s.

“Why the little fox, she brought some whiskey. Is she drunk?”

Frankie seemed sheepish. “That’s not her bottle. I’ve had that hidden on the top shelf behind the punch bowl we never use. I figured the kids couldn’t reach that high even with the stepstool.”

It slowly dawned on me. That’s not whisky in that bottle!

Frankie raised her hands defensively. “I wasn’t planning on using it! I wanted to keep what I had because they locked up the formula. It was my creation, y’now.”

Omigod, I cried, what if she overdosed on it!? What if she’s dying? We don’t know how much she took? What if—

“Relax,” Frankie calmly said, “You never believe me. The stuff is safe. I formulated it to cause a reaction if it rose to toxic levels. Her body would automatically throw it up before it could do her harm. I don’t kid around with the safety factors. Now I filled this bottle to the top so we can tell how much she poured. Get the bathroom scale, luv.”

I did and followed her instructions quickly. I weighed myself, then lifted Melissa and weighed us both. Frankie subtracted my weight to get hers and went to the computer to calculate that, the amount missing from the bottle, the amount probably left in the glass and the time she was still conscious (from my cell phone call). I’m in love with Albert Einstein, I thought. When I came back from checking on the kids, she was leaning back with her arms folded. “She’ll sleep strong for an hour and a half. Assuming no stimulation plays into it. Roll me a joint will you, love?”

We toked and gazed at the fourteen-year-old beauty as she lay on the couch. “Silly little thing has never even drank liquor before.” Frankie noted, “My elixir is odorless.”

The air in the room grew quiet. We both knew what we were thinking. The young girl looked like a teen dream. Her little mounds propped high on her chest, her short dress allowing a splendid view of her unblemished legs. She had on those little socks with the frills on them. Her attractive face took on a new angelic look as she slept. I let a good buzz creep over me. Frankie pulled at her top as if it were too warm in here. “Bit stuffy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “probably cooler in the bedroom.”

“Yeah. Although, we shouldn’t leave our ‘patient’.”

“No, we shouldn’t.” I looked at my love, “Oh I know! We could take her in there too. That way we could keep an eye on her.”

Frankie concurred. And then we both broke out smiling scampishly. Well it’s not like we asked her to sneak in our cabinets and swipe our liquor/elixir. She’d probably been into our bedroom drawers as well.

I walked up to Frankie, slid my hands under her top, unhooked her bra from the front and ran my hands over her full satiny breasts. I was telling her ‘let’s do it’. She grinned and held me close, kissing me deep and long. When we broke I staggered back and said I’d meet her in the bedroom. I checked on the kids one last time and saw Frankie carrying the babysitter, limp as a rag, into our room. Oh goody goody, I said to myself as I hurried in.

We laid her in the middle of the bed and sat at her sides. In our sitting positions we began to strip. I never get tired of seeing my lover’s boobs bounce forward when she pulls off a form-fitting top. My tits are smaller but my nipples make up for them. I ran the palms of my hands lightly over my sensitive nubbins and felt my pussy water up.

Soon we were both naked and the smell of hot pussy intoxicated us. Frankie stretched out next to the sleeping Melissa and kissed her lightly on the lips while running her hand over her belly. I undid the buttons on her top and revealed the white training bra she wore. I moved beneath her and undid the clasp. Before I pulled the bra forward, I asked Frankie, ”What do you think? ‘flats’ or ‘puffies’?” “puffies”, she betted. They were cones. Beautiful deep reddish-brown cones that were perfectly drawn onto the top of her lemon-size mounds. We wrapped our lips around them and suckled as I squished my finger into my pussy. I could hear wet sounds coming from Frankie’s cunt as well as she spread one leg over the girl’s and pistoned her fingers in and out. I came quickly. I always do the first time. While my roommate was still working herself to an explosion, licking all about the baby boobs, I brought my wet fingers to Melissa’s lips and gently smeared my cunt juices into them. That’s when Frankie came.

We checked the clock. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. We couldn’t help but move slowly, though, as it was important to savor every moment. We pulled the napping child’s skirt off and feasted on the sight of traditional parochial-school white panties. I put my face to her crotch and breathed in through the cotton. I was rewarded with a wonderful scent of young pussy. Aroused young pussy. Her body was reacting to the nipple nibbling. Frankie protested. Didn’t I get to have this last time? She was right and I let her explore. She gratefully kissed me and as she began to pull down the girl’s panties, told me I get to taste her ass. We lifted her legs to take the underwear off and I looked at her soft cheeks at this moment. The sight of her clear, white skin inspired us. While she was a slight girl in size, her body had a soft fleshiness to it and her thickish butt had my mouth watering. Frankie spread her legs and we gently stroked her downy-light hair that barely covered her puffy lips. Frankie turned her head and ran her cheek across the soft fuzz. She inhaled the fresh perfume and parted her slit to expose the pink to open air. Her scent rose to me and it was heavenly. Frankie lowered her tongue into the crack and rolled it around. “MMM, good, a little tangy.” She proved it by tasting a little more and bringing her mouth up to mine. Wow! I found her delicious! Frankie dove back in and I was afraid she would be forgetting herself. I reminded her of her own warning that too much stimulation could hasten the girl’s revival. She was loathed to leave such a treat but agreed and hovered over the treasure taking as much into memory as she could. She looked up at the clock and cursed. Your turn, she said and lifted the young teen’s legs into the air and slightly apart, giving me access to both her pussy and asshole. I smiled. A little brown-wrinkled circle with a touch of pink at her rim. She seemed clean with a musky scent that drew me in and I licked her hole gingerly, swabbing her butt as I felt Frankie’s fingers push into both of my openings. Letting my tongue trace around the puckered rim, my nose naturally pushed into her wet honey-hole. Alternating between her flexing crinkle and her exotic-tasting pussy, I let myself cum quickly, knowing the time limit was nearing and remembering the danger of getting caught. I fell back into Frankie’s arms and she kissed the juices from my face.

The clock showed that our time was about up even though it only felt like a couple of minutes. Melissa stirred a little and we felt a touch of panic as we rapidly dressed her and set her back in the chair we found her in. We dressed and made the bed in record time and left everything as if was before we came. Frankie emptied the elixir into a glass and hid it in the bedroom closet, then upturned the Jack Daniel’s bottle to make it look like it accidentally poured down the sink. No sense in giving the child another chance with it. Melissa was moaning herself awake as we stealthily exited.

We were stoned and giggling as we rode the elevator up and down enough times to give our babysitter a chance to clean up. I could only imagine the dreams she’d think she had after waking up with soaked panties. I wondered aloud if she was sexually active. “She’s not a virgin.” Frankie slyly said. When we entered she was watching TV, the kids were in bed and the kitchen was spotless.

Our lovemaking was incredible that night. We kept cumming and cumming until I thought I would faint. I think we almost fell asleep in the sixty-nine position.

As we lay cuddling the next morning, I heard the kids bumping about. I decided I would approach little Christina in private when I got the chance and ask her about her brotherly care.