The Mark Of A Good Babysitter

by Honey West

So here I am hanging from the fourth floor balcony by my fingertips and as my life flashes before my eyes I’m thinking, “Maybe I should have had more sex before I die.”

Okay, it sounds dramatic and clichéd, I know. But I AM hanging from this ledge and the one thing I would like to do before falling to my death is to throttle the little brat that got me in this fix.

My name is Stevie, by the way, and at this moment I should be babysitting.

The Carlsons live in the fourth-floor flat of this rather nice apartment complex. I live in the neighborhood nearby, and while school is out, once or twice a week I come and watch little three-year-old Amanda for the afternoon while Mrs. Carlson attends ‘charity events’. Like hell she does. What she really does is get royally laid by her lover or boyfriend or whatever. Like clockwork she’ll get home in time to pay for my services (rather well) and push me out the door so she can change back into her ‘oh-I’ve-been-working-all-day-around-the-apartment’ clothes before her husband gets home. She asks me to keep mum about her afternoons so that she doesn’t get ‘simply inundated with requests to do community work’. Yeah, right.

I’m sixteen and, if I do say so, well developed for my age. My boobs aren’t as big as my mom’s or Mrs. Carlson’s, but they do get envious looks from the girls in my class and cause distraction to the store managers as I ask if they are hiring. (They are not, incidentally, and that’s why I’m still earning money babysitting.) I’ve gone through enough heavy petting and experimentation with boys to realize I was gay. To comfirm this, I’d been licking the pussy of my best friend Joanne for about six months now. We’re still rather new at this. We do what we can considering we’re surrounded by family and friends, and my babysitting assignments sometimes give us the privacy that we need to further explore the joys of lesbianism.

Little Amanda, though, is not one of those opportunities. The 3-year-old monster is more like a walking advertisement for Ritalin. She’s constantly on the move and always up to some mischief if you don’t stay alert. It was getting late and her mom would be home soon. As I settled her in front of some cartoons this afternoon I got a call on my cell phone from Mrs. Booker. They would not be going out tonight after all and wouldn’t need my services. Damn! The Bookers had a baby that just needed occasional changing and minimal watching. Joanne and I were planning on getting naked on their living room rug. Well, screw that plan. Still, that meant I had the night free. Maybe we would go to the movies and come up with an idea.

As I tried to call Joanne my cell phone started signaling that the battery was dying. The stupid phone usually went pretty quickly once the beeping began so I knew I’d have a shot at maybe one quick call. I stepped out on the balcony to get a better reception and that’s when it happened. As Joanne’s answering service kicked in, I heard the sliding door shut behind me and turned to see Amanda hit the switch. The little brat had just locked me out on the balcony!

“Amanda! Unlock this door!”

She was giggling silently at me as I yelled at her. I knew she couldn’t hear me. The building faced a bunch of trees but beyond that was a busy highway so the glass doors and windows were made extra thick and soundproof. She could probably guess some of the obscenities I was hurling at her and she triumphantly danced in front of me. I frantically motioned for her to unlock the door hoping that she understood the seriousness of the situation. Instead the little bitch went back to her stool in front of the TV and started watching her cartoons! Oohh! When I get my hands on her—.

I looked at my watch. Holy shit, Mrs. Carlson will be home soon! How’s this gonna look? A three-year-old child with free rein of the house and me locked out on the porch.

Okay, I thought, don’t panic. The mark of a good babysitter is the ability to think through any emergency. I’m pretty sure the front door is unlocked. Call Joanne and see if she can rush over here. Shit! The cell phone is now officially dead. Okay, now panic. I pound on the glass desperately but Amanda chooses to pretend I’m not out here. I pound some more. She gets up, comes over and draws the curtains closed! Aargh! I look around. The apartment is in the middle of an L-shaped building so I can’t see the balconies on either side. The only thing to do is drop down to the third floor porch and hope that somebody is home or the door isn’t locked. It seemed like an easy plan until I actually started dangling from the bars of my balcony. It was then that I started to consider just how much distance there is from one floor to another. I didn’t seem to have the strength to pull myself back up. That’s it, I thought. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna fall three stories and I didn’t get to say goodbye to Joanne—or kill the kid, for that matter. I held my breath and swung my body back and forth. I let go when I thought my momentum was forward but miscalculated and my feet dropped right on the railing. Swinging my arms like windmills to keep from falling back I fell forward onto a patio chair and hugged it like a friend. All right! Now I get to kill the child.

I sit in the chair for a moment. I’m not sure who lives below the Carlsons and I’m thinking: be careful, you don’t want to scare some little old lady to death. The curtain is about three-quarters closed but I can see a TV set is on inside. I cup my hands to look inside and as my eyes adjust they make out two little figures on the far couch.

Two little girls. Small frames. Maybe six, mabe seven years old. One slim, waif-like girl with long blonde hair holding an obviously toy doctor’s bag. The other girl has dark shorter hair and is a little stockier. The nurse is wearing pants and a t-shirt, the stocky one is in a summer dress. As the slimmer child puts on her plastic red stethoscope, the other one stands on the couch and bends over, pulling her dress up around her waist and revealing her white-pantied backside. The waif pretends she is listening to something through the other’s buttcheeks, moving the stethoscope around. I’m watching in fascination as the ‘nurse’ pulls her ‘patient’s’ panties down to her knees and begins to probe around her smooth white globes. I can’t see the other girl’s face; she is patiently bent over with her ass in the air as her friend parts her cheeks to look at her little brown asshole. The thick patio glass is taking away some of the detail I’m aching for but I can see her bare pussy pouting down as the girl brings her face closer to the area for a curiosity sniff. She ignores her medical equipment at this point and pushes her finger around and into the cunt lips, pulling it back out and bringing it to her nose.

I must have tapped my forehead into the glass. The girl turned and saw me and I knew I better act fast. I pulled on the sliding door and entered. (Thank god it was unlocked). The girls, understandably, screamed out. The stocky one fell forward as she hiked her panties back on. They both clambered together into the corner of the couch, frightened, and, wanting to take away their fear as quickly as possible, I opted for an authoritative bearing.

“Stop it!” I commanded, “you’re safe. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I went through a string of assurances that probably would have been better believed if I hadn’t flown in through a third floor window. Using my best babysitting skills, tho, I had managed to calm them down a bit. Besides the basic home invasion, I’m sure they felt as awkward at being caught playing Doctor as I felt being Voyeur.

“Why aren’t your parents home?”

The kids were quiet for a moment. The slim one spoke up, “What makes you think they’re not home?”

“Because, silly, you wouldn’t be playing doctor in the middle of the living room if they within a mile of here. Haven’t you heard of the ‘home alone’ law?

Both girls looked down. I looked at my watch. Time was running out. I just wanted to make sure these two wouldn’t make a fuss about me ‘dropping in’. “Well?”

Beth, the slim one, started to speak. Becky tried to shush her but I ixnayed that.

“Our moms are at work. Our dads are on a very long business trip and it’s up to us girls to fend for ourselves. And if we want to keep this nice place well we have to be very fur… fru…”

“Frugal,” Becky offered quietly.

“Frugal and … well my mom and her mom are working very hard and if we can just behave ourselves for a very short period of time we’ll be able to have money and go to real nice schools and …and...”

“Be a family,” Becky said quietly.

“And be a family!” There was panic in her voice. “Please don’t tell anybody we’re here alone! It’s only for a very short period of time! Only three nights a week! And then we’ll be able to do nice things… and go to nice schools and—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I cut her off quickly as I looked around. The apartment was not stocked liked the others in the complex. It was sparse. Two couches, entertainment center and TV and a dining room table. But everything was neat and clean. And there were toys and dolls for the kids and educational primers on the table. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to slap or hug these women. Didn’t know them well enough, I guess.

Suddenly I could hear footsteps in the hallway. I ran up and put my ear to the door and was relieved to hear someone enter their apartment on this floor.

“Okay, kids, listen carefully. I’m not going to tell anyone you’re home alone, got that? Now you have to promise not to tell anyone I landed on your balcony, deal? Good. Now what time do your moms get home?

Becky froze. Beth was also thinking the same thing. “They quit the restaurant at ten. Are you going to tell them..?”

I smiled. “Now how am I gonna tell what you two were doing if I wasn’t here? I just want to make sure you two will be okay.”

“We always are,” Beth said with a bit of pride.

My mind was racing. There was a demon toddler upstairs doing god-knows-what and I knew I was coming in the balcony and out the door so fast as to seem unreal to these kids. I don’t know what made me so bold at that moment. I thought I might give the girls a quick hug before I left but as they just stood there I reached forward and warmly squeezed Beth’s hand, brought it up to my nose and found the scent of Becky’s pussy on her finger. I sucked it into my mouth and smiled. “Mmm, very tasty.” Their mouths were still hung open as I left.

I ran upstairs. Thank god the door was unlocked. The first thing I saw was the stove. The little monster had turned on all four gas stoves and the kitchen was feeling warm. After turning them off I hunted down Amanda and found her on the balcony, looking down I guess to see if I had jumped off. She tried to run past me but I caught her arm, brought her to the couch and proceeded to spank the delights out of her. Mrs. Carlson entered as I was walloping away.

“Bad day?” she grinned.

I let the child go and she went screaming into her bedroom. “Sorry, Mrs. Carlson but she tried to lock me out on the porch.”

“That’s okay, Stevie. I trust your judgment.”

Wow. Okay, that went well. Mrs. Carlson had a dazed, contented look on her face. That must have been some damn-good loving she had. She looked at her watch and frowned; picked through her purse to hand me my fee. When I took the money I could tell she reeked of sex.

She rushed me out the door. “Thank you, Stevie. See you next week.” I knew she was in a hurry to get into the shower.

In the hallway I saw that she’d given me twice what she usually paid, decided that she meant to do that and hopped down the stairs. I stopped for a moment outside Beth and Becky’s door, not sure why, and started to book when the door popped open. The little waif walked out and caught me starting down the stairs.

“You’re a babysitter, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. So?”

She brought her hand up and held out what seemed to be three crumpled dollar bills and some change.

“Can you…can you babysit us?”

Oh for crying out loud. Here this kid was standing with Disney doe eyes and what had to be her life’s savings and all I wanted to do was to find Joanne and do nasty things to her. I saw Becky peeking shyly from behind the door. I studied Beth as she stood there with her arm stretched out offering the ball of green; she was so…, well, waifish, I felt like I could put her in my shirt pocket and carry her around. I knew inside I was thinking of talking to their mothers, maybe offer a budget deal on babysitting or something. No promises. School would be starting for all anyway. It wasn’t my concern actually. It’s just that I didn’t like the idea of these two being unsupervised—Oh hell. I took the money, walked into the apartment, laid the money down on the table and felt pissed and proud of myself at the same time.

I wasn’t sure what or why I did that. The little imps (both seven, it turns out) stood together with excited looks and nervous giggles. They WERE lovely creatures.

“Okay, I can’t stay the whole time. But I want to meet your moms and talk to them. You say they call every hour? Wait a minute. On second thought don’t tell them I’m here, they’ll just fret about a stranger in the house. Now, what about dinner?”

Becky, it seems, was in charge here. “Take the dish from the fridge. Leave the foil on tightly. Bake at 375 degrees for forty-five minutes. Take the foil off. CAREFULLY! Bake another ten minutes. Microwave the corn that’s in the orange Tupperware, one toast each and milk, NOT soda.”

“Becky washes, I dry,” Beth intoned, “Bath is at seven. Take turns. Clean up good. Don’t leave a mess in the bathroom. We can stay up till nine.”

“We’d BETTER be snoring at 10:30,” Becky giggled.

“Jeez, I’m impressed. What the heck you need me for?”

“Company!” they chimed.

And so the meal went well and I found I was enjoying myself. I called Joanne and told her another job had come up but we would not be able to get together tonight. One of the moms called to make sure all was well and the girls, as instructed, didn’t mention me. As the tykes methodically went through their dishwashing ritual, I sat, sipped a soda and watched their little butts scurrying about the kitchen. The image of Becky’s fleshy bottom was always in my mind and I had come to realize that the girls were viewing me pretty much the same way. At the dinner table they would steal glances at my boobs pushing through my concert t-shirt and smile secretly at each other. Soon we were sitting on the couch where I kicked off my shoes and got the lowdown on the Moms.

“Mom and Mom move in together two months this week,” Beth told me matter-of-factly, “Becky is my new sister.”

“They lost all their money when Beth’s dad left.” Becky volunteered, echoing one of her mom’s watchwords, “but now we’re tightening our belts and we’ll be just fine.”

Beth leaned forward and whispered, “Our moms are gay but they don’t want us to know that.”

“Yeah,” Becky giggled, “so we pretend we don’t know.” They both broke into proud giggles.

I had to admit these tykes were growing on me. I’d never had a sister and loved the thought of suddenly acquiring one. It turned quiet for a moment. I became conscious of the fact that I had a girl sitting on each side of me and that they were staring at me intently, as if I was about to say Important Things. I could feel the heat of their bodies as they sat close to me.

“Thank you for not telling on us.” Beth piped up. “Um, you know.”

I looked down at Becky and her soft round face blushed. Despite her chunkiness she was very pretty with small doll-like features that I could tell would evolve into Linda Ronstadt-like beauty. Beth had a natural loveliness that hinted she would never really have to fret about make-up when she grew up. I felt my body starting to tingle as they sat, almost leaning into me. I could feel their eyes dropping to my chest when they could.

I cleared my throat. “So. How long have you two been, you know, playing Doctor?”

Now they both blushed and looked down. They looked at each other and smiled like secret lovers. “Yesterday,” Beth confessed, “and then today.”

“It was last night!” Becky lost her shyness for a moment then turned quieter, “we found a magazine in Mom’s drawer.”

“Lesbian stuff.” Beth took over, “It was a little before our moms came home so we had to pretend to be asleep. But we looked at the pictures and we looked in the mirror and we looked at each other and …” She smiled shyly and made a cute face.

I was smiling in spite of myself. “And did you like what you saw?” Beth grinned sheepishly and nodded.

“Only… the pictures were of women and they had, like, hair and … boobs. And we know we’ll have that when we grow up and all but we… well we thought the pictures were very good and all and, um…”

“Can we see your boobs?!” Becky blurted out. She then clapped her hands over her mouth in shock at her own bluntness.

“Becky!” Beth hissed. Obviously, this subject was not to be broached so soon. I laughed out loud. It was an honest laugh. As a typical Cynical Teenager I realized that I didn’t laugh like that too often. The girls, taking it wrongly, looked disheartened.

“Honestly, ladies, I’m quite flattered. Really I am. But don’t you—I mean, haven’t you seen your mom-er—moms’ boobs? Like when they get dressed?”

“They don’t want us to know they’re gay, so I guess they don’t want us to see them naked,” Becky said as if it made perfect sense.

“Besides,” Beth offered, “my mom doesn’t really have big ones. Neither does Becky’s.”

“Not as big as yours, anyways!” Becky exclaimed. She glanced at my chest, her eyes widened for a second and then she nervously looked at my eyes, trying not to look back down. When I heard a small gasp from Beth I looked down to see that my nipples had hardened and were very apparent through my Coldplay shirt. So that was what the fuss suddenly was. Now I blushed and smiled. This world on the couch was now feeling closer and cozier.

Okay, let’s face it. I had now turned a left into Horny. And the thing is, I knew I was feeling something both familiar and strange at the same time as I spent time with these kids. Being a lesbian, while being a new thing, was not actually a surprise to me, but this pedophile thing, THAT blew my mind. I knew then that the oddness I’d been feeling was the urge to run my hands over these little-girl bodies. I needed time to think about this. Three, maybe five minutes.

“Umm, isn’t it time for your baths?”

“No, it’s early—OOWW!” Beth had kicked Becky’s foot. “Actually, it IS time for our baths. We’ll go start the water.” The girls jumped up and ran to the hallway, stopped and turned to wait for me to follow them. I did.

The bathroom was spotless. It was also warm. The room was dotted with little fishies on the wall and colorful Barbie bath products sat about the place. A thick long rug seemed to invite my bare feet to test it’s plushness. As the tub filled and Becky swished her hand through the water to check the temperature, I had the urge to pee but felt self-conscious about it. I could tell from Beth’s glance to the throne that she had the same problem. “I have to make a call,” I said and, knowing how these apartments were schemed, went to the Moms’ bathroom. As I sat there wizzing I convinced myself that this was crazy and now was the time to get out of there. These kids knew how to take care of themselves and besides, this was weird. I could get in serious trouble and to top it off, I wasn’t getting paid or anything. I could still catch Joanne at the mall and I could always meet the Moms tomorrow and see if I could help. I left the bathroom armed with about a dozen statements in my head that would allow me to leave the girls and not make them feel bad about it. Damn, I was good.

When I saw the little ones standing in front of a tub filled with steaming hot water I melted like a snowball in the oven. Becky was still wearing her dress, Beth had her jeans on but had taken off her top and was modestly holding it over her flat chest. They were waiting for me to decide what would happen next. I shut the bathroom door, pushed the lock in and walked over to the toilet. I closed the lid and sat down, letting the humid warm vapors of the bathwater intoxicate me. I held out my arms and drew the young ones close to me, one girl on either side. My hands began caressing their backs and Beth’s bare skin felt like velvet. I looked into their faces, so entranced by their soft, young lips that I almost faltered in trying to sound serious.

“Now you know we can’t tell anyone about this, right?”

“We know,” the girls said simultaneously and I felt strangely safe with this. I pulled Beth’s shirt from her hands and delighted at her flat chest and the puffy pink gumdrops that were her nipples. I playfully put my fingertips to each one and they grew into even bigger puffy pink gumdrops. Her body gave a shiver when I did this and she giggled nervously. I remembered from experience that in playing ‘Doctor’ the emphasis was on exploration of the genitals. I figured I’d start these angels on what I always found erogenous. “Watch this,” I winked to Becky and, like a vampire, descended on Beth’s nipple and heard her cry out ‘ohhh’ when my lips and teeth surrounded her mushroom bud. It felt rather strange not to feel my face push into a pillowy tit like my girlfriend’s as I imagined for a moment that I was suckling on a young boy. I wondered if I was doing the child any good, then felt her arms wrap gently around my head and pull me closer into her chest. I let go of her juicy little gland with a loud pop and I chuckled at her expression of dazed arousal. Becky had been watching with rapt curiosity and a bit of jealousy so I reached under my shirt and unsnapped the front of my bra, took her hand and placed it on my chest. She glided her small hands over my boob as if shaping it, stopping to test the hard nipple she could feel through the fabric. Beth took charge of the other one and I sat back, marveling at two seven-year-olds feeling up my tits. I could feel my pussy throbbing as their curious fingers molded and kneaded my sensitive orbs, each girl massaging my flesh in her own exploring way. They squealed with glee when I pulled my top off and they went to town, feeling the bottom swell of my breasts and tweaking the pointy tips. I felt downright stoned. I started to stroke the girls’ hair and arms and purred to them.

“That feels wonderful, ladies.” (They loved it when I called them that) “Tell me, do you make yourselves feel good at night?”

Becky was on her knees and had brought her face just inches from my swollen nipple. She paused at the question.

Beth looked at Becky. “She wants to know if you ‘arggasm’, Becky. Remember? Like I told you.” Beth looked at me and proudly said, “I can arggasm! Becky can’t yet. She told me.”

“I can too!” Becky said with an uncertain air. “I think.”

“Of course you can, honey,” I assured her (between gasps as Beth decided to smother her face under my meaty bags. My, this child had potential) “You probably already have, you just haven’t given it your full attention yet. Now do me a favor and suck that nipple and I’ll show you what it’s like.” I was feverishly horny as I popped my jeans and shoved my hand inside my panties. I was ready for a quick ‘arggasm’ and with two children suckling me I came as soon as my finger flipped across my clit. I tried to keep it reserved as not to scare Becky but my body convulsed and shuddered as I came in for a landing. When I refocused both girls were standing up watching me with mouths agape.

“Woww.” Beth said, eyes wide and grinning. I suspected that she had not learned to cum like THAT yet.

“Are you okay?” Becky asked.

I guess I had that lazy smile that comes from a good explosion. “I’m wonderful, Becky. And I owe it all to you two.” They looked at each other and smiled proudly when I said that. I pulled my hand from out of my pants and absent-mindedly twirled my gooey fingertip around my nipple. (It’s something I’ve always done, I guess.) I was about to make a new suggestion when Beth lunged forward and suckled me anew, aiming to taste the pussy juice I had traced on my booby. Becky watched as I sucked the remaining honey off my finger and I thrilled at the realization that I was about to do some serious teaching here. I reached around and began gripping and groping their backsides through their clothes. It was an amazing sensation. It felt like I could grab Beth’s whole bottom in one hand, she was so petite. Becky had a little more flesh to her and her thin dress allowed me to move her pliant cheeks about, gently squeezing her buns.

It was when they stripped completely that I knew that I was now a card-carrying member of the girl-lover’s club. The flat boyish bodies, devoid of hips and beautifully smooth; the pink round nipples and, of course, those lovely soft-looking slits, each on a little mound of flesh that seemed to help keep those lips slyly closed, making me yearn to peek at the treasures inside.

Slow down, I thought, let’s see what the girls think of me.

They pulled off my pants and panties and I stood with my hands on my hips and my legs apart as they explored every nook and cranny below my waist. They ‘oohed’ as they ran small fingers through my pubic bush. I noticed they were very much into scents as they sniffed around my pussy and ass. Each took turns spreading my cunt-lips and cheeks and putting their noses up close to draw in my honey-laced muskiness. Oh how I wanted them to push their tongues into me but I knew that, despite what they saw in a Lesbian mag, I would have to lead by example.

I showed them how to kiss first. I kissed Beth’s tender lips and, after some light pressing, let my tongue slip into her cool mouth. I could hear her body sigh as I did this. Soon she was kissing Becky with a lovingness that made them pull away from each other long enough to silently agree that this was a wonderful new world. I fought very hard not to finger myself during all this.

As Becky lay back on the soft rug, I positioned myself over her as if doing a push-up. She giggled in anticipation as I lowered myself slowly, my boobs settling on her boyish chest. I let my body cover her as I kissed her mouth and then nibbled my way down her small frame. She got ticklish around her belly-button (which I tongued to her delight) but became silent as I neared her hairless pussy. As I gazed at the smooth crack I could smell her little-girl perfume and I knew I was getting high off this stuff. Beth had crouched down and her face was inches from mine, watching every move I made. I reverently peeled Becky’s lips apart and my eyes and nose took in the pinkness and the aroma of this cherub. As if on cue her tiny hood slid up and her clit popped out to greet me. She was delicious to say the least. She gave a surprised sound as my tongue snaked into her tight hole with a circular, scooping motion then moved up to her little bud, which I suckled gently. I was lost in this child’s pussy as I held her asscheeks in my hands and feasted away. I stopped and turned to Beth, who didn’t realize her tongue was sticking out of her mouth as she watched me. “Take care of Becky’s nipples, sweetie. Both of them. It’s what sisters do.” She did. I lapped away as I saw Beth’s baby-doll lips encircle her new sister’s nipple as she tweaked the other one with appropriately petite fingers (Becky’s nipples were much flatter than Beth’s but drew into tiny BB’s when aroused.)

Soon the little stocky one was panting and making short grunting sounds. She started to draw her legs up so I helped her along and held them high, never taking my mouth off her bald cunt. This exposed her little brown asshole to me and –whaddya know- I just had to taste her there. I felt her wrinkled hole tighten shut as my lips gave her a puckered kiss there. Concentrating on her slit, I nonetheless kept swabbing her bum when I was in the neighborhood and could feel it flexing open and shut. Her gasping became fast and furious as I ran my tongue back and forth, from her ass to her pussy. At one point I wrapped my lips around her clitty and held it there, pushed the tip of my tongue onto it and little Becky’s body began shaking and shuddering to the point that, as she climaxed, I think she peed a little into my mouth. When I looked up my chin was soaked with her juices and Becky had a flush of red across her chest as she lay there panting. Beth was stroking her face gently and looking at me excitedly, half-waiting for assurance that her sister was fine.

“Now that,” I said with a grin, “was a real arggasm.”

Beth insisted that it was her turn next and that was the way the evening went. To prevent sibling rivalry, I gave equal attention to both girls; licking one and then the other, making sure they came the same amount of times. They would take turns with my body, exploring and examining, asking questions while licking my pussy. I came two more times for them. Once doing what I did the first time only without my pants obstructing the view. They delighted in licking my juices from that one. The second one was probably a little odd to them; in my horny state I rubbed my slick wet cuntlips on Becky’s buns, humping her until I screamed out. (Something else I tended to like. Probably from years of pillow-riding). I was just getting started on the fine art of sixty-nining when I checked my watch.

Damn. There was so much I wanted to do with these little imps and the time went by so quickly. I knew they needed time to get this bathroom (and themselves) cleaned up so I reluctantly called things to a halt. We soaked in the tub for about fifteen minutes, caressing and teasing each other, and then I rushed out and got dressed. I guess I had expected them to at least protest my leaving but I saw that they were in a state of dreamy exhaustion. We wiped the bathroom spotless and I poured some bubble-gum bubble bath in the tub before pulling the shower curtain closed (to help cover any tell-tale sex smells.) I told the girls to get ready for bed before I leave and they came back in lovely pink pajamas.

At the door I asked if they would like to see me again and they lit up “Yes! Yes! Yes!” It still blew me away. I was in love with these girls.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll figure out how to approach the Moms and offer them a deal. I’m sure they don’t have this kind of schedule every night, right? Well, we’ll do what we can.”

The girls gleefully clapped. I made another attempt to make sure they understood the importance of keeping this a secret but the kids frowned at me for even trying. I guess I knew inside they would be good at this.

I knelt down and hugged them. Poor dears, I could tell they were going to be snoring tonight.

“Tell me, ladies, you sure your moms never give you your baths?”

“Nope. Never,” Becky said.

“We always wash ourselves,” Beth stated.

“Good. Turn around. Both of you. And bend over.”

They looked at each but did so and I pulled Beth’s pajamas down and pulled her cheeks apart, gave her little rosebud a kiss and then a quick hard suck just to the side of it. I did the same to Becky and pulled their pants back up. Beth still had a look of surprise. The hickies were light and would be gone in a few days but they would be visible to two seven-year-olds until then.

“What was that?” Becky asked, smiling with a tinge of embarrassment as she rubbed her butt.

“That, ladies, is the mark of a good babysitter.”