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Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017 (sofieta.teta@gmail.com)
Title: Little Bastards 01
STORYCODES: Introduction, Blackmail, teen girl, teen boys.
Summary: Sandra and her dad moved to a new neighborhood, some of the
parents there wants her to babysit a bunch of younger boys.

   Little Bastards

   Chapter 1

   New neighborhood, new life.

   The day my father told me that he had lost his job I thought the world
was ending for me, you know what parents say in that moments, hey, don't
worry sweetie, everything is going to be fine, we will just need to do some
small adjustments until I find something.

   Then, the small adjustments became bigger and bigger.

   So, the day my dad told me he had found a new job I jumped over him,
hugging him happily, but then again thinking that everything would be back
to normal, you know the good news bad news thing?  well, that was the good
news, the bad news was that he had found his new job far away from the
place I had been living all my life.

   You never notice all the things you have until you have to put all that
stuff in boxes.

   Dad's new job wasn't as good as the last one, but, more hours, less pay,
but hey!  better than nothing don't you think?.

   Classes had just finished and summer was starting, the day we arrived at
our new home I noticed that nothing would be the same as before.

   We used to live in a big and comfortable house, with a giant yard and
surrounded by wild nature.  Our new house was less than the half, the yard
was mostly a little spot with some mixed grass, obviously, nobody had taken
care of it from some time ago, wherever you looked you'd see houses and
more houses.

   My room, well, would be a miracle if I could put there half of my stuff
and still keep a bed there, I knew I would have to spend a few days
choosing the things I wanted to keep at hand, and the rest would go to the
basement, maybe someday we would move to a house instead of that cell, and
then I could put them again in place.

   I was depressed, yup!  I know, I was an ungrateful girl, just
complaining about each problem I had, but, for a 16 years old girl,
changing home and country, changing school, know that you won't ever meet
your friends again, is the end of the world.  So yes, I was not happy with
the shit.

   The house, well it was a house, not much to tell, my dad told me that we
would soon get somethings to made it more like home, but that place seemed
plain, no curtains, the lights were just the bulbs, white walls anywhere,
at least my room had plenty of light, two big windows and at least enough
place to put a single bed a desktop and a small closet.  The first day my
mood wasn't the best, I spent all of it trying to fix my rooms and open
some of the boxes.

   I remember the feeling of being observed in my room, yes, when you're
used to seeing only air outside your house, the fact of having another
house just a few meters from yours it's somehow scary, damn!  I needed
curtains.

   Before dinner I asked my dad to go around, I really wanted to see if
there were anybody about my age, maybe a cute boy?  well, I was not so
picky, maybe some friends would work too.  But dad told me that we weren't
sure, he wasn't sure about how safe was the neighborhood to walk around at
evening.  So we finally spent the evening watching a movie.

   Next day I woke up early, I usually slept till late on summer, but the
fact of not having a damn curtain...  the sun felt just on my face forcing
me to wake up, also not having air conditioner didn't help, and that room
was really hot during the day.  I went to the bathroom, had a showered and
went back to my room to get clothed.

   Damn!  again that feeling, paranoia?  I could swear seen some movement
in the nearest house, each time I turned around, covering myself with the
towel to check, but I never found anyone, finally I thought It was silly, I
mean, no one would probably now I was there, and maybe in a couple of days
I would get those curtains and the paranoia would be nonsense.

   I had an awful summer in front of me, dad would work all the summer, and
I would have to spend most of the time alone at home, without anyone to
talk.

   Monday I had the first taste, my dad left before I woke up, that day I
didn't have the feeling of being observed, it was a sunny day, and as I
said it was a hot place, I spent most moring wearing only my panties and a
shirt, I had some pre-cooked meal to lunch, and spent most of time just
watching tv, listening some music, I would have gone to the yard to
sunbathe and take some tan, but that backyard was not as inviting.

   It was about 4 pm when someone rang the doorbell, I was almost sleeping
taking the kind of nap you take when you don't have anything else to do.

   -"One moment please" I yelled, and went to my room to put some shorts.
Then I walked to the door, I saw a woman, on her 30's more or less, I
thought about opening or not, but finally, I did

   -"Hi!" he said with a wide smile, I'm Maureen your neighbor, he was
holding something on her arms, I let her pass inside.

   -"Hello, I'm Sandra, please come in".  I was still half sleepy, wearing
my shirt and shorts and a pair of slippers.

   -"Sorry for coming, I saw your moving at weekend I thought about coming
before, but I guessed you'd be busy with the move.

   I smiled and offered her a seat, she told me that he had brought some
cake, we sat together and talked a bit of everything.

   I took advantage and asked about anyone of my age in the neighborhood,
she told me and all the kids around were younger, that was a young
neighborhood, mostly for singles with kids, when I told her my age, she
told that I would be the older of all the kids around.

   She also explained to me that the churched did some summer camps, that
worked for some years, but before she had moved to the neighbourhood the
boy's camp had some big trouble, big enough to be on the news, so it
closed, at that moment, the girls camp was the only one working, so the
moms and dads there made their best trying to make turns to take care of
the boys.

   She had three boys herself, two of 11 and one of 13 years old, she also
informed me, only in the six nearest houses around mine they were more than
10 kids.

   She usually took care of all of them on Mondays, all the neighbors who
had kids made turns to watch for them, from around 8 o'clock in the morning
to 10-11 afternoon.

   -"wouldn't you like to do some babysit?" She said smiling.  "We usually
take the turn the day we have free, and believe me after a whole week of
work, the last thing you want is to fight with a bunch of kids".

   I was surprised about the offering, it wasn't on my plans to work during
summer, but I had to recognize that some money would be great for me, at
least I could buy some things that I had to deprive during the last months.

   "I would have to talk to my dad" I finally said.

   "Great!  why don't you two come home tonight?  you will meet my boys and
some of the others, we also can talk about the details along with your dad,
don't worry, they're a god boys, just young enough to have them unwatched.
Talking about that, I would have to go to see if they've not burned the
house.

   I thanked her and told that I would tell my that about it, but he would
not probably have a problem having dinner with them.

   She finally left back to her house, and I went back to my bed to have a
proper nap.

   Soon I was touching myself, is not that I was a nympho or something, but
I was bored, and you know, some pleasure is always welcome.

   I pulled down my shorts and panties all along, they pulled my shirt
enough to release my breasts and started to play with them, doing it in a
new house also gave me some kind of sense of danger, in about 15 minutes I
had finished, and I was sleeping.

   After a long nap I went back to the tv, my dad found m there while I was
hanging around, I could see he was tired, after giving me a hug he went to
take a shower and walked back to the living room.

   It had been his first day at the now job, he told me that was fine, just
a long hard day.

   I told him about Maureen's offer, he seemed a bit conceived at first,
but when I told him that I would get bored to death that summer, he finally
agreed to meet her and see what she had to tell.

   I walked to her house and knocked the door, there I had the first
feeling about the boys, just coming inside I felt it was a mess, a bunch of
boys running and yelling around, Maureen was in the kitchen, so I walked
there.

   I told her that Dad and me would be there to talk, he seemed extremely
happy, I could fee she was a bit overwhelmed by the boys, I assumed that
she was tired after a whole week of work, and having to take care of all
the boys just the only day she had to rest, would be a nightmare.

   Or course I got the attention of some fo the boys, they started to ask
me questions, who are you?  how old?  where are you from?  etc, just the
typical questions, I tried my best being nice, answering polite, If
everything was fine, I would be the one taking care fo them, so better be
nice with them.

   One boy asked me where I lived, and when I told I was just next door, I
felt them grinning or something.

   Soon I was back home, dad and I spend some time talking and sorting
things until dinner time.

   At 20h we both were ready to go, I had picked a yellow flowered dress,
one of my favourites, and a pair of shoes fitting it, and had all my hair
on my back with a long braid, I had always felt proud of my hair, long
enough to cover more than half of my back.

   My Dad was elegant but informal, he was handsome, and that outfit made
him look really awesome.  While I was changing he had gone to buy some
flowers for our neighbor, that made me feel a bit weird, I mean, he was
dating her or what?  but, he never liked to go to someone's house without a
detail.

   I rang the door bell, and some of the boys opened it, It was Daniel, one
of Maureen's sons, I had been introduced to them previously.

   "Hi Daniel, this is My Dad."

   "Hello Sir, I'm Daniel, nice to meet you, please come in, mom is in the
kitchen," He said politely, I was surprised how serious he had become.

   We three walked to the kitchen where I introduced them, my dad offered
her the flowers, and I saw a bit of blushing on her face, she put them on
water and started to talk.

   I left them alone so they could know each other, and went to the living
room, the boys were in front of the TV, Daniel, Mike and George, Maureen'
sons, then three more, Alex, David, and another Mike.

   "Hello guys, something interesting?" I asked, trying to start a
conversation.

   "Hey Sandra, do you like wrestling?" Asked Daniel, probably because they
were watching that on TV.  Just at that moment, one man was jumping over
his opponent trying to hit him with his elbow.

   "It's a bit violent, isn't?" I answered, knowing that I was doing it
with a question avoiding to say if I liked or not, I had never liked
violence, but I was old enough to know it was all about the show, and
usually no one got seriously harms.

   "Mind if I sit?" I asked, and they nodded, and I took a sit between two
of the boys there, crossing my legs the way I was been explained ladies are
supposed to do.

   I tried to talk to them, asking the fighter's names, and such things, I
knew that I would probably have to babysit them, so I tried to be nice.  I
noticed they were staring me from time to time, each time I caught them
they faced back to TV.  Boys are boys, I thought, I adjusted my dress
making sure it was covering everything, and spent some more time there,
trying to talk to them while ignoring their looks.

   "So, do you like your house Sandra?" asked Daniel, I was about to answer
when Mike interrupted.  "And your room, do you like your new room?" I could
sense some hidden giggling the way he asked me.

   "Y..  yes, it's a nice house, I said, and my room is cool, it just needs
some work, but I'll get used to it soon, Mike".

   I went to the kitchen to help Maureen setting up the table, my Dad was
also there, so we three made it fast and soon everybody was at the table.

   My Dad knew how to cook, as I did, but I found the dinner especially
good, probably the kind of meal only a mom can do.  My mom had died long
time ago, when I was 6, and I had been raised by my dad, I knew that had
been hard for him, but if it had bothered him he did never show, he was
nice and sweet, he had been there always to talk with me, even with the
more "complicated subjects", you know, the ones a mom is supposed to
address her daughters.

   We had a nice dinner talking, Maureen and Dad seemed to get along well,
the boys were behaving, they all seemed good boys, then the boys went to
play, while we three talked about the babysitting job.

   Maureen explained that I would have to watch for 10-13 boys, not as bad
as it seems, they're used to keep themselves busy, just need to watch them.

   Most of the boys usually were picked back home before dinner, so only a
few ones were left until 10 Pm.

   She would talk with the neighbors, but they all could pay me around 60$
each day, and I would have to watch them 5 days each week.

   At that point, I was making counts, that made more than 300$ each week,
in my mind, I was already spending all that money in clothes.  I looked at
my dad pleading him to let me do the job, and he finally agreed to do it
during summer.

   I knew he was relieved, first, If I got some money he wouldn't have to
spend so much on me, and second, having me alone all the summer was
troubling him, so that way I would at least busy with something.

   We agreed to start the day after, she would call and talk to the other
neighbors, she had already talk with some of them, and they all seemed
happy to have a no kids day, and paying less than 8$ per kid for a whole
day sound great to them.

   I helped Maureen to wash the dishes, and then I and dad left to our
house.

   Next day I was excited, the perspective of having money for clothes and
a few more things made me smile for the first time in the last months.

   I woke up, showered and changed, then I went jogging around the
neighborhood, I loved sport, I was usually at a gym, but since the economic
adjustments we had to do, I had started to jog.

   That day the kids were in the house in front of ours, I could tell only
by listening, the laughter and screams were audible from the street.  For a
while, I thought that the next day I would be with them all day.

   New running shoes and curtains, that would be the first thing I would
get.

   After one hour I was back at home, and again I started to feel the
boredom, I went to my room, stripped down and played with myself for a
while.

   Being alone wasn't that bad, I thought for myself, next day I would have
to return my "playing times" to bed times since I would be busy as hell all
day.  Well, maybe I could find a moment for myself.

   At night Maureen came to our home to give me the details, everybody had
agreed, the first kids would be here around 7:30 in the morning, she
brought me some groceries to make meals and helped me to put in the fridge.

   The parents would let me know about any special need of their kids at
the time they brought them, but she gave me a list of phones and names,
that was in case I would need to contact the parents for any reason, there
was a list of the boy's names, with the phone of their parents.

   I put the list in the fridge.

   Then she left, wishing me good luck after offering herself to give me
advice if needed.

   "Call me if you need help, I know that can be overwhelming, but you'll
do fine, just watch them and be serious if you have to."

   I thanked her and sat on the sofa.

   My dad usually left the to work at 7 in the morning, so at least he
would not be bothered by the invasion.

   That night I was nervous, I checked the alarm clock a few times, I had
put it at 6 AM, I could run for a while, then came back and get ready for a
job.

   I had worried too much about the alarm clock, at 5:30 I was already up,
I didn't have slept a lot, but a shower helped me.  I meet my dad and we
had breakfast together, one good thing, my dad had probably felt alone, we
were used to having breakfast and talk during the morning, so he was more
than happy with doing that again.

   Then he left, and I did a bit of running, at 7:15 I was ready, I had put
a pair of shorts and a shirt, I didn't want the boys to try to peek, so I
had chosen my clothes carefully.

   Exactly at 7:30 someone rang the door bell.

   It was Laura, Laura Green, she introduced me to his only boy, a nine
years old called Lloyd, I knew it would be difficult to remember all the
names, but I tried to use it as soon as possible so it was fixed in my
brain.

   "Hello Lloyd, come inside please, did you have breakfast?"

   "Yes Ma'am, he said, I knew he was feeling shy"

   "Hey!  call me Sandra ok?  we will be friends." I kneeled in front of
him and moved some hair out of his eyes.

   Then he ran inside and I spent a few minutes with his mom.

   I didn't have time to walk back to the living room when the doorbell
rang again.

   She introduced herself as Jennifer, Jennifer Moran.

   "Hi Alex!  welcome, please, come inside with Brad, if you didn't have
breakfast I will arrange something for you"

   I knew the boy, it was Alex, a 12 years old boy, with his face covered
by acnč, he was there the night we had dinner with Maureen.

   Hey, Sandra!  he said, before running inside.

   Next one was Maureen, with her three kids.

   Daniel Mike and George, he talked to them seriously, advising them to
not cause me any trouble or they would also have trouble.

   The three boys smiled me and moved inside.

   I served the boys some milk and cookies, and they were already watching
TV, I was planning to wait for the rest to arrive and then give the boys a
little tour around the house so they felt more at home.

   At 8 a few more came.

   Ricardo Perez, a man in his thirties came with his son, Carl a 10 years
old boy.  I spend some time talking with Ricardo, he seemed nice, he was
well dressed, and I couldn't avoid thinking that he was handsome.

   While we were talking another mom came, a blond woman, apparently of my
dad's age, she was with two blonde boys, Trent and Wesley, 13 years old and
were twins and almost a copy of each other.

   Those two also called me Ma'am, wich made me blush, I sent them inside
with the rest after asking them to call me Sandra.

   The rest of them were coming, at 9 Am I was in charge of 12 boys, ages
from 8 to 13.

   Some of them had brought some toys, then I gave them a little tour.

   I avoided my dad's room, that was not a place they should visit, but I
showed them the rest of the house, they enjoyed my room especially, showing
lots of interest about it, I remembered they had asked about my room the
other day, but I didn't give much importance.

   I explained that since we had just moved, I didn't have time to put many
things in my room, really, it seemed a bit sad, white walls, I should get a
few posters to the walls.

   The younger ones went to the living room and started playing there,
while the older ones stayed with me, I moved from one group to another,
making sure everything was fine before I could notice the older boys were
sitting on my bed, they had turned on the radio and they were listening to
music.

   I didn't bother, nothing to hide there, so, just left them in my room
and went to check the younger ones again.

   Everything was going perfect, the boys were keeping them busy, I was
going checking them, but once you got used to the yellings and laughs all
around, there was nothing to worry about.

   At some point I notice brad, the younger one was looking at me, I walked
to him, I knew he was shy so I sat next to him

   "What happens Brad, are you ok?" He was fidgeting.

   "I have to go to the bathroom" he finally said.

   I smiled at him, ah, is that, ok, let me show where it is.

   I walked him, I knew I had shown the boys where the bathroom is, but he
was the younger, so he didn't probably remember where it was.

   I showed him the place, turned on the lights and was about leaving.

   "Can you stay, please?"

   I got a bit surprised by the request, I was about asking him why, but I
noticed he was blushing deep, probably was bad enough to have to ask me for
that, so if I asked him the reason I would only make him feel even worst.

   "Ok, I will wait for you here," I said, facing the door to give him some
privacy.  "Just let me know once you finish.

   Ok, now this can look weird, but living alone with my dad, I got used to
going to the bathroom alone pretty soon, Dad respected my privacy, and I
did the same with his own.  So, being in the bathroom with another person,
and hearing all the pee flowing, made me feel somehow out of place.

   "ok!" He said, and I turned to face him, damn!  I blushed deep red
myself, he was still with his shorts down.

   "you should get dressed, Bran," I said, facing the door again

   "won't you check?" He asked and I felt his voice trembling a little

   "Check what Brand?" I asked politely but the fact was that I wasn't
feeling comfortable.

   "well, I...  I wet my pants sometimes, so, usually someone helps me to
wipe..  hmm you know, the weenie."

   Ok, now that was weird...  I didn't know about boys, but as I told I
started to go to the bathroom alone when I was 5.  What should I do...  I
mean, my first day at this job, should I call his dad?

   "Excuse me, Mr.  Barnes, should I help your soon to wipe his weenie?" I
imagined the situation and found it fun enough to reject it.

   "Ok Brand, let me check"

   I was out of my world, I turned around and moved to his side, I grabbed
some toilet paper, and picked the weenie with two fingers, then, wiped the
head with it carefully.

   "Uh?  nu-nu, you shake it" He told me.  Come on, really?  I thought to
myself, but finally, still with the little weenie on my fingers, I shooked
it a few times.

   "Like this?" I asked, and now I was the one shy, unable to look at him
while I was shaking the weenie.

   "yup!"

   Ewww!!!  I released the weenie and stood up suddenly when I felt it
getting hard, really?  so young and he was having an erection?  I blushed
and mumbled some words

   "Ok, it's ok, put your pants on and we can go back, I should go check
the rest of boys, Brand."

   "Yup!  thank you Sandra" He said, putting his pants in place and smiling
me wide.

   "Y..  you're welcome" was the best I managed to say.  I washed my hands
and made sure Brad did the same, soon Brand was back in the living room,
and I went to check the older boys.

   They were in my room, talking and still hearing music, you know when you
feel you've lost something?  well, that was my feeling, I could feel
something hidden, they acted normal, but I felt something wrong.

   I spend some time with them talking about music, our tastes weren't the
same, but not so different, finally, I went to do something to eat.

   Believe me, when you're used to cook for two, it's really difficult to
do the same for more than 10 persons, at least, Maureen had brought me
whatever I need, so I just used what she had told me to, so I hoped the
boys wouldn't be hungry.

   Before I could notice it was already 1 Pm, I set up the table and called
the boys.

   I sat with them and tried to keep a conversation, I think they were
feeling comfortable, we all had some laughs while eating, it was not so
bad, I mean, I was earning money, while being busy, far better than
spending all day without nothing to do.  After lunch, I noticed the first
problem, the nap!  In summer I loved having naps, just resting on my bed or
on the sofa without doing nothing, but with two separate groups that were
impossible, finally I opted for something in the middle, asked the older
boys to be there with the rest, then I sat on the sofa and rested.  I was
tired, I didn't plan to sleep, just sit for a while.

   Again Brad came to me.

   "I have to pee," He said, then some other boys started, yeah, me too
Sandra, please help me!  some laughs and giggles made me know that they all
knew what I had done.  I wasn't sure if Brad had fooled me, but I felt
deeply embarrassed, but again his eyes told me something, I don't think he
had fooled me, I could feel he was embarrassed himself, the boys were just
joking, yeah, I could see that most of them, especially the older ones
would love having a girl shaking their weenies.

   I stared at them, that kind of look an older sister is capable, I had
never done that, I was a single daughter, but probably that's something we
girls have just inside.

   I lead Brad to the bathroom, waited for him, wondering if he usually had
his dad to do that for him, it sounded weird, but, who knows.

   Once he had peed I shook him a few, just enough, until I felt no more
drops were there, then asked him to get dressed and wash hands.

   We both walked back to the living room, I sat on the sofa again, hearing
some whispers and giggles.

   I spent some time wondering how to address the subject, I could just ask
Maureen about the subject, but again it felt a bit ridiculous, I mean, "BTW
Maureen, have you ever had to shake brand's weenie?.

   Ok, I laughed to myself, the scene was pretty funny, the kids looked at
me curiously, but I ignored them, personal joke, sorry boys, I said.

   Rest of day was fine, about 6 Pm the first parents were back to pick up
the boys, I blushed deeply when Brad father came to pick him.  But finally
I didn't ask him anything, the parents were asking how was the day, I said
it as fine to everybody, but I was sure they would ask their kids about the
same, just to see how responsible I had been.

   I couldn't blame them, leaving their kids with a girl who just moved a
few days ago, probably Maureen was the reason they had trusted me, and also
the fact that the kids were enough to even win a fight against me, damn! 
at that point, I noticed that I had been in danger all the day.  Well, ok,
a small joke, but, thinking about it., they were 12 boys and I was only one
girl.

   When my dad came back I was just with 6 boys, I had told Maureen to come
home to dinner with us, I felt in debt with her, she was the one that had
arranged everything, so, what less than making a dinner?.  She would have
usually picked her boys before dinner, but in the morning told her to leave
them with me until dinner.  I knew she would enjoy some time alone.

   I took the boys and went to my room with them, without TV we spend the
time playing some games, you know that game in which one starts explaining
a history and says a word, then the other continues and so, well, we play
that, and to tell the truth, I had fun.  The older boys were trying to get
the history into a kink one, while my role was mostly to turn it back to an
PG-13 one, the youngers had fun too, but I'm sure it was more for the fact
about spending time with older boys than for the game itself.

   Then I had to make Dinner, I left the boys in my room, and I went to the
kitchen, my dad was already cooking, we talked for sometime, then I sent
him to rest for a while.  Yup!  I know, spending a whole day with kids made
me a bit bossy, but he smiled and joking said a "ay!  Captain" and went to
the living room to watch the news.

   While making dinner I went a few time to my room to check the boys, they
were still playing the game, I hoped the older ones had stopped trying to
go to naughty, I listened for a while, and heard some innocent histories,
probably, without a girl there was nonsense to go naughty.

   I heard the doorbell, but before I could go my dad was there, It was
Maureene, I gave them two cups of red wine and went back to the kitchen,
ok, at this point I must accept I wouldn't mind if dad and she got along
and maybe something could grow there.  My dad had never been with another
girl after mom, I knew it was mostly for my fault, so I would love him to
meet a nice woman for him, he deserved to be happy.

   I called the boys to dinner, we al sat down at the table, I watched my
dad smiling, and heard him laughing, still today I can't tell if it was for
having a bunch of kids at home, or for watching me taking care of them,
could be also that he was having fun with a good woman like Maureen, I
don't know, but, at that point I felt happy to be there, in a smaller
house, fighting to the kids so they ate all their meals.  If someone would
ask me for one of my happiest moments, I would put that moment on the top
ten.

   After dinner the last kids were picked up, I took care of everything,
and went with Maureen's sons to my room, now only with them, we played for
a while, giving some time to my dad and Maureen to enjoy, finally they all
left.

   I kissed my dad and went for a shower when I looked for some fresh
panties I noticed something wrong, I've always been a bit fanatic of order,
even my undies were folded and sorted in a unique way, so, only with a
short look, I could see something had happened.

   Yes, they were folded, yes, they were placed, but in wrong order, for a
while, I thought that could be my imagination, but then I realized, all day
my room had been full of boys, boys at that age.

   Probably I was tired, but instead of being mad or angry, I just laughed,
ok, those boys had ben checking my undies...  well, It could be worst.  I
picked a fresh pair and put a note in my drawer.

   "Perv whoever reads this." I wrote that on a note and left it over my
panties, well boys, now you know I know.  I giggled.

   The I dropped on my bed, I didn't realize how tired I was until that
moment, no touching, no pleasure, I just felt asleep as soon as my head
touched the pillow.