Who’s Watching the Babysitter
Introduction:
This is a story about the trials and tribulations of a young father concerning his babysitter
As it turned out, she wasn’t even mine. My ex-wife had screwed a guy, got pregnant, had the baby and never let on that she wasn’t even my child. I’d still be in the dark if my Maggie hadn’t come down with this rare blood problem and they wanted a blood transfusion from me. But after checking my blood type they said that I wasn’t her daddy so they had to get the blood somewhere else. She’s fine now, a beautiful little second grader that’s full of herself but needless to say, I was shocked to fine out that she wasn’t even mine. Now don’t get me wrong because I love her just like she was my own but I had to keep telling myself that it would be okay in the long run.
I work as a salesman and most of my calls are in the evening so that means that I have to have a very good, dependable babysitter. She had to be mature enough to sit on Maggie when she needs it and to make sure that she practices good hygiene with her bathing and brushing of teeth every night. She had to tuck her in to bed in my absence, I usually came home around 9 so I would always go up and check on my little girl, and the most important part, she had to be self-sufficient when it came to transportation due to the fact that I could not take her home.
Well I found such a person and as it turned out, is was a neighbor girl that I befriended right after we moved in to the apartment. Her name was Katherine, Katy for short, and her parents, after meeting me and Maggie, readily agreed to the arrangement by sometimes allowing Katy to bring Maggie to their house when Katy had something special to do. It worked to be a mutual blessing for us both because I could go to work secure in the fact that my daughter was well taken care of and Katy knew that she had a steady stream of income coming in; a win/win situation for all concerned.
That was 3 years ago and Maggie, Katy and I were as happy with our arrangement as can be. Katy had turned sweet sixteen, Maggie as I mentioned is 8 and me, well I’m getting older with every day but my birth certificate says I’m 26. Everything was fine until one night when I had a cancelation so I came home an hour earlier than normal and my whole life changed.
I walked into my apartment and seeing no one in the living room, I headed for Maggie’s bedroom to see if the girls were in there. I heard them before I saw them and as I turned the corner into Maggie’s room, I spotted them sitting in front of my old computer that I gave to Maggie to play games on. There were the girls, Maggie sitting on Katy’s lap dressed in her night gown, looking at the screen, watching two ladies making love with each other. They were watching porn.
I went into a trance or something like that. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My trusted babysitter with my daughter sitting on her lap sitting in front of a movie of two lesbians making love with each other and SHE HAD HER HAND UP MY DAUGHTERS NIGHT GOWN!
I shuck my head in disbelief at see this. They were so engrossed in watching what the ladies were doing they didn’t even know that I was there. My God, what is happening here? I suddenly got very calm as I took out my cell phone and took a picture of the scene for evidence and then I stepped out into the hallway and cleared my throat loud enough to alert them of my presence.
I heard the scurrying of bodies rushing around, the computer being turned off and the chair rolling away as I walked back into the room. I was greeted by my daughter running to me to give me a big hug and a nervous greeting from my babysitter. Maggie jumped into my arms to give me my embrace and as I grabbed her around her hips, I didn’t feel any panties on her butt. My heart sank a little I was so disappointed.
“You’re home early,” Katy hastily blurted out.
“Yeah, I had a cancelation so I decided to come on home to see my two favorite girls,” I told her. “So, what’s happening anyway?” I was hoping to hear something about watching a movie on the computer or something to pin my hopes on that I really didn’t see what I thought that I saw. But I didn’t hear that at all.
“Nothing, we’re doing nothing but getting ready for bed, that’s all,” Katy managed to stammer out her lie.
“Oh,” I said, ending the untruthfulness. “Well, I’ll let you tuck her in and I’ll tell you my daughter good night then,” giving Maggie a big kiss on the cheek and an even bigger hug.
I walked back out to the living room not knowing what to do or say to Katy. Maybe I need to wait a day or two before confronting her with this knowledge to make sure that I handle it right. About that time she came out of Maggie’s room and got her stuff ready to leave for her house. I was watching her, hoping that she would say something, anything to make this all go away. But as she stood up with her arms full of books and homework, other than a strange look in her eyes, she looked and acted perfectly normal as she walked towards the door.
“See you tomorrow,” she said as she walked out.
“Yeah, see ya,” I responded.
My mind would not let the picture go of my daughter sitting on Katy’s lap with her legs spread out on either side of her lap and Katy’s hand buried deep up Maggie’s night gown. I know what it was doing up there, it was playing with her bare little pussy; my daughter’s pussy. She was molesting my daughter while exposing her to that crap porn that you can see everywhere on the internet; in my own house, molesting my daughter while watching my computer. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to go over to her house and show her parents my photo. That would teach her a lesson. I tried to calm down and think this thing through rationally. I had a whole day to think of a way to do the right thing.
All the next day I thought about what I had seen the night before and when it was time to schedule my appointments for that evening, I decided to cancel them all and confront Katy with what I had seen, just her and myself. I called my parents and asked if it would be alright if I brought Maggie over to their house for the evening and was reminded that it was a Friday and there was no school tomorrow, so they asked if it was alright for them to keep her for a couple of days. Since they don’t get to see their grand daughter that often, I told them yes and drove her over to their house.
After I got back at my apartment, I sat down and waited for Katy to arrive as I stewed about where this was headed. I really didn’t want to cause Katy any trouble because I liked her a great deal. After all, I’d known her for three years and never had any indication that she was like this, now to find out that she molested little girls, my God, what a total shock. About that time there was a ring at the door and I slowly walked over to answer it.
Katy smiled at me and walked thru the doorway and pulled off her sweater. Looking around and see Maggie, she asked, “Where’s my little Munchkins anyway?”
“Sit down Katy, I wanted to talk to you alone so I sent Maggie over to my parents for the night” I said indicating a chair that I wanted her to sit in. It was right in front of the computer screen that I had retrieved from Maggie’s room. “I need to talk with you about something, something very important about last night.”
The look on her face told me that she knew what was coming and she wasn’t too thrilled about discussing it.
“Katy, have you ever touched Maggie in an inappropriate place before?” I started.
A look of shock came over her face as she asked, “What do you mean “Inappropriate”?
“You know, touched her somewhere where you shouldn’t,” I tried to explain.
“No, I’ve never touched her that way,” she said in a defensive way but her face told a different story.
“Okay, then what about this?” I said showing her the picture that I took last night with my cell phone. It plainly told another picture as it showed Maggie’s legs spread out on either side of Katy’s lap and Katy’s hand up Maggie’s night gown.
A look of horror came over her face and her complexion turned a bright shade of red. She stumbled for an explanation and blurted out, “Well, I ah, I was scratching her leg for her. She said something about having an itch on her leg and I was scratching it for her.”
“Check out the computer screen,” I said. “Isn’t that a porn site you’re watching with my daughter?”
She squinted and leaned forward and said, “No, I don’t think so. That was a movie we were watching.” She must have thought about her answers before she came over just in case because she had her story pretty well down pat. But I had one more bit of evidence to show her and was anxious to see what she had to say about it.
I turned on the computer screen and click on the “History” site and it brought up the last day’s sites that were seen, plus the dates and the times of the viewing. I asked her to tell me what the day and the time of a few sites that came up and then I clicked on those sites. We were both treated to an array of porn sites depicting lesbian lovers doing all sorts of things to each other.
Katy just hung her head down and didn’t say a word. I asked her, “What were you thinking of, showing this type of filth to my daughter? My god, Katy, I’ve known you for quite a few years, I’ve considered you my friend, my trusted friend that I leave my daughter with. And this is how you repay this trust?”
She didn’t look up from her lap but answered very softly, “It’s not like that at all. It started very innocently one night when I was doing some homework on the computer and, well, I got bored and clicked on this site the girls at school told me about. I was watching it when Maggie came in and was watching it without me knowing it. She asked what they were doing so I showed her and well, it just got to be a habit that’s all.”
“How long had it been a habit?” I asked.
“About a year and a half,” she admitted.
“You mean you’ve been molesting my daughter every night for a year and a half?” I asked in a more headed tone.
“It’s not like that!” she cried. “She likes it when I play with her, ah, down between her legs.”
Well tell me, how does this feel?” I demanded. I hadn’t planned to do it, it just happened. I put my hands down on both of her young breasts and gave them a squeeze. She reacted very predictably by screaming for me to take my hands away and grabbing them both with her hands.
“Oh you don’t like it when someone molests you now do you but you can feel a little girls pussy and that’s alright, huh?” I asked in a somewhat crazed tone of voice. My hands were full of her breasts as I continued to squeeze and rub them over and over. Suddenly I noticed that she was not fighting the any longer. She had moved her hands back down to her lap and she was sitting there enjoying my groping.
“I should call your parents,” I said bluffing.
She didn’t say a word but didn’t try to stop my hands from exploring all over her chest area. My fingers found the buttons on her blouse and started to unbutton them from the top down to her stomach. The thought of seeing her tender young breasts suddenly spurred my hands on as I quickly made quick work out of her blouse. I pulled her blouse apart to reveal her pretty little padded bra that housed her two globes.
Standing over and behind her, my eyes were in perfect position to see her breasts as I pushed my hands into her cups and she moaned softly as my they met the soft skin of her delicate breasts. Her eyes were closed and her head was tossed back a little as I began to massage them. When I isolated her perky little nipples, she bit down on her lower lip and started to pant just a little.
I reached down to the underside of each cup and drew them up and off of the breasts that they were to cover as she screamed out her embarrassment and then relented to my touch once again. I pinched her nipples and ran my hands around on her fleshy little mounds as I asked her softly, “You like it when I play with your boobies don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” was all she could manage. Her chin rotated downward and to the side as she continued to close her eyes with a dreamy look to her face. I lowered my touch a little to her tummy and her eyes flew open in wonderment as she waited for my next move. Moving my attention down to her jeans, I paused at the button holding them together and started to undo it when she grabbed my hands in protest and demanded that I stop.
“What’s the matter Katy, don’t you want me to touch you the same as you touched my daughter?” I asked her in a rough and strained voice. “Come on, you know you want me to.”
Her hands went limp as she withdrew her protest and my fingers unbutton her jeans. Unzipping them was another problem because they were bunched up at her waist line so I asked her to stand up so I could pull the zipper down and much to my surprise, she slowly got to her feet and allowed my hands to not only unzipped them but, after that was accomplished, to remove them down over her hips to the floor. She was standing there in her panties and bra that was pulled up exposing her breasts to me.
I helped her take the jeans from around her ankles and then took off her blouse and bra so that the only thing that she still had on were her thin little white cotton panties. She looked down in embarrassment as I took her by the hand and walked her into my bedroom. She didn’t object, she just seemed to accept it as the inevitable solution to the problem.
When we got there I started to feel a little guilty so I asked her, “Katy, I hadn’t planned this and I will stop if you don’t want to go through with this,” I offered.
“I’ve never done this before so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she said in a whining voice.
“Well, if you want me to teach you then I will,” I said, my mind began to twirl around with thoughts.
“I hear it hurts real bad,” she said with shy questioning look on her face.
“If it hurts then I’ll stop,” I reassured her.
“Okay,” she said lying down on my bed. “What am I suppose to do?”
“Just lie down and try to relax,” I instructed her.
She did and I hurriedly took off all my clothes as she looked on but when I took off my boxers and she caught a look at my cock, a slight gasp escaped from her lips as she asked, “Are you going to put that thing in me?”
Lying down beside her and placing my hand on her bare little breast in reassurance I answered, “Only if you want me to.”
As I began to explore her body, she closed her eyes and accepted my caressing touch in a submissive way, a way that told me that she trusted me to take care of her and her budding desires and that no matter what she would see it through to the end.
I began at her chin with my gentle touch as I pulled up on her face and leaned into a tender kiss on her quivering lips. She began to kiss me back after a minute or two and as I separated my lips a little, she did so too and the kiss turned into one a bit more sensual than I expected. It ended as I ran my hand up to her tender little breasts and started touching and feeling them with my palms, giving them each a tiny little squeeze.
I kissed her some more and slid my hand down to her tummy, over her abdomen to settle on top of her panties. My hand rested there for a moment in response to the gasp that escaped her lips. She groaned as I ran my hand over her lower abdomen just above her bush and I began to dig my fingers into her flesh under her panties. I crawled with my touch downward, feeling with my fingers until they felt her hairy mound and I settled them there, right on her junction.
She groaned a little at the sensation of having someone touch her pussy, but knowing that she had touched my daughter down there, I thought it only appropriate to show her what it felt like. I moved my fingers even lower between her legs and placed my hand directly onto her vagina. She separated her legs a little and wiggled her hips around as she groaned an even louder groan.
“Oh my God, that feel so good,” she said to herself as I pressed my fingers between her two lips and stopped at her opening. I applied a little pressure to that spot and she gasped out loud as she convulsed her hips.
I pulled my fingers up her slit and ran them into her love button as she screamed from the pleasant sensation. Repeatedly I pressed my fingers into her panties that separated my touch from the two lips that hid her treasure but it was getting very wet from her secretions. I decided that I needed to touch the real thing so I moved my hand down the inside of her panties and went for the gold.
She raised her hips up off the bed as I made direct contact with her fuzzy ponds area and inserted my fingers deep between her wide spread legs. I buried one into her opening as she thrust her hips up to meet the insertion. She tossed her sweet little head from side to side in enjoyment of my probing but I knew there was much more for her to experience.
I had to see her naked body and I was sure that she would not resist so, withdrawing my hand from inside of her underwear, I grabbed with both of my hands the waistband of her panties and pulled them off of her crotch and hips. She only cried out a little in protest but gave no real resistance to their removal and when I threw them off to the side, I looked down on the most beautiful body I had seen in a long, long time.
Her pubic area was lightly covered with the softest, light brown fuzz that you can imagine. It obscured her two tight labia lips that protected her clitoris and vagina and dwindled down to nothing around her true junction down between her finely tuned legs. She was panting her breaths in and out through her open mouth but her eyes were still closed in anticipation of things to come but I had to see her body before I continued.
I inserted my finger into her tight little cavity and began to thrust it in and out, making sure that I did not push it in too deep. She was excitingly trying to keep pace with my finger as she was raising her hips up and down in a synchronized attempt to match the rhythm of my finger. I wondered if she would be as free with her hips when it came time for me to mount between her legs.
I ran a finger up to touch her on her clitoris and she went wild from the stimulus. She cried out in a loud voice, “OH MY GOD!” and started thrash around on the bed. I knew it was time so I slowly got up on my knees and crawled in between her wide spread legs. I grabbed my cock and placed it right at her opening. She froze for a second as she softly asked, “Take it easy on me will you? Please, if it hurts too bad, will you stop?”
I assured her that I would but secretly wondered if I had the control to meet that promise but as I headed it towards her Holy Grail and down into her tight little vaginal opening, I also wondered if I could even get it in. Her walls were not used to having anything in there so they were somewhat reluctant to spread out and allow an intruder to pass through their tight grip on her canal. It was so tight that I had to press harder than I should to penetrate and separate her opening and as I gained the upper ground on it, I hit her barrier of virginity and it came to a screaming halt.
“OH IT HURTS!” she cried out.
“I’ll stop here are rest a little,” I said. “You tell me when you’re ready for me to continue.” I waited and hoped for the word to come from her lips but I didn’t know which way she would say she wanted to go but all I could do was stay right where I was and hope. My hope became a reality as she softly said, “Okay, I think it feels better now,” and pushed up with her hips just a little. I began my pressure once again and before I knew it I had broken through the painful insertion and now I was ready to bring her to her conclusion.
I slowly rocked my hips in a gentle thrusting and withdrawal movement that soothed the sting of the hymen breakage. It also caused her to start to enjoy the act of making love as she began to take her breaths in quick short bites and thrust her hips up to meet my insertions. Pretty soon she was moving her hips with no thought to taking it easy but seemed determined to scratch that itch down deep between her legs.
I began to feel it build up in my loins as I thrust my cock deep within her now fluid packed womb with rapid succession and every thrust was met with an equal upward thrust from Katy crotch. She began vocalizing her enjoyment with an anticipatory cry as she started to feel the thralls of her first real orgasm. It was building within her but she didn’t know what to make of it. But its overwhelming power swept her into a crazy mad world of frustration and release as it spilled out of her tender little body in a gushing explosion of juices that shot out of her filled, weary vaginal opening. It also had to escape out of her wide open mouth in a scream that surely alerted my neighbors.
I was so near that within another two or three more pumps of my massive erection, I began to spew out my juices all over her quivering little body, from her head to her crotch, it exploded all over the place. I had successfully maintained enough composure to pull out and not risk the possibility of pregnancy for this beautiful young girl but it was touch and go there for a minute. As the last of it dibbled out of my cock, I laid back down on her quivering body as she hugged me tightly with her arms and held me through her withdrawals.
We laid there awhile resting and then I suggested that she get up and take a shower. She slowly got to her feet, grabbed her panties and the rest of her clothes and walked to the bathroom covering her nakedness from my view. I silently laughed at the thought of girls not wanting to be seen naked by the men that just made love to them but I wished that I had the opportunity to see that wonderful young body one more time before she left.
As she walked towards the door to leave, she asked, “See you Monday night?” as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened tonight.
“Sure thing,” I answered. “See you on Monday at the regular time.”
I wondered what just happened. I mean I knew what just happened but what would be the ramifications of what happened tonight. I felt that she would not say anything about it to anyone but I wished I knew. I went in to take a shower and to try to unwind.
The next Monday night I was almost apprehensive over her arrival but as the time came to greet her, Maggie was the first to greet her smiling face as she walked through our doorway. She acted just the same as she always did; smiling and full of excitement over anything that Maggie was saying. I told them goodnight as they went to Maggie’s room and I went out to work. Nothing had changed or was different in any way, I was sure of it. Nothing had changed at all.
I came back to our apartment a little after 9 and as I came in, I noticed that all of the lights were out except the one coming from Maggie’s bedroom. I hesitantly walked down the hall towards her doorway and opened it just a little to peek my head in. Once again I was shocked to see the two girls, Maggie completely naked and Katy with just her panties on, lying on the bed asleep. Maggie was splayed out on her back with her leg bent at the knee and her bare little crotch open to the world to see while Katy was on her side facing my daughter. Katy’s hand was resting right on Maggie’s bare pussy as if she had just got through playing with her vagina. My heart skipped a beat seeing this exposure but I was suddenly drawn to get a closer look.
I tiptoed over to the two sleeping girls and look down at my daughter’s most private parts. Under Katy’s finger was Maggie’s hairless lips, clinging together tightly in a puffy resemblance of a vertical clam shell. I had the urge to reach out and touch it just this one time but I shook myself back into reality and turned my attention back to Katy. I reached out my arms and scooped her up in one fluid motion and carried her into my room. She looked into my eyes and asked me where we were going and I told her to my room. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her face into my chest and said, “I don’t have to be home until 10:30 tonight so we have a lot of time to make love.”
I took her to my bed and laid her out on it and then returned to close and lock my door. I turned back to see her taking off her panties and lying flat on her back. I smiled and looked down on her naked body and said, “I’ve got a condom tonight so I don’t have to pull out.”
She just smiled and said, “What ever,” and welcomed me into bed.
