BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 8

Visiting Grandkids

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Everything was going fairly smoothly with me and Lisa.� We had fun with my new video camera making an entire series of Lil' Sis & Gramps movies.� Well, they weren't exactly movies, just short kiddie porn clips.� Fun stuff to watch at night before going off to sleep!� I got very good using the camera with its remotely controlled motorized base and zoom capabilities.� Of course there was a lot of things I couldn't do with it, such as move around changing the perspective, but overall my results weren't too bad.�

Within two weeks, I had hours of video of her running around inside and outside naked, of her playing with my dick, me playing with her pussy, feeling her up, of me licking her and she licking me everywhere.� Really dangerous stuff to have in my possession, particularly when Mike wanted copies of everything, copies he probably shared with his brother-in-law and sister-in-law, who may have shared it with... I really didn't want to think about how many people might ultimately see me and Lisa doing the most depraved things.

About the only major issue, which I deftly turned into a minor one, was at the grocery store one day.� Staci had dropped Lisa off in a sundress and nothing else.� That was no problem, as I had my own supply of panties for her just for these occasions.�

We didn't have any incidences at the gym, so back home, I wasn't particularly concerned about going to the grocery store.� I should have checked before we left, but I didn't.� So, I have her in the kid seat of the shopping cart doing my shopping.� A woman comes up to me and says, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"What? What's your problem, Ma'am?"

"You should have panties or shorts on your little girl!"�

I looked and was aghast that Lisa had her dress pulled up enough that it was clear that she wasn't wearing anything under her sundress.

"She soiled her panties, and I did the best I could," I quickly explained.� "You're not offended, are you?"

The woman, now clearly embarrassed that she'd made an issue out of an innocent "accident", replied with a nervous laugh, "Oh, no, not at all.� I'm sorry.� Please forgive me."

A few minutes later on another aisle, an older man was hanging very close.� I had noticed him some minutes before, but didn't think anything of it.� I found what I was looking for, took it from the shelf, and turned to place it in my basket.� As I turned, he looked away.�� I continued shopping and he kept close by, always looking away anytime I turned towards him.� It was obvious to me what he was up to, he was trying to glimpse her bare pussy.�

I suppose I should have been angry, but I wasn't.� Once I realized what he was up to, I made it a point to give him what he wanted by pushing Lisa's dress up and exposing her even more.� I spent a lot more time shopping than I normally do.�

After that, it was strictly sans panties for Lisa when we went grocery shopping.� I also made sure that she was always wearing a sundress too.� Most times, no one ever said anything or acted abnormally, but every so often, I'd have some guy lurking close by.� I don't know if Lisa suspected anything or not; she never mentioned anything about it.� But one day, Lisa was being Lisa and pulled up the front of her dress to play with her navel, giving this guy a totally unfettered look at her girlie parts. �Poor fellow, he nearly had a stroke!� Me, I pretended that I didn't notice and let her play with her belly button for several long moments.

Returning to push the cart further down the aisle, I patted her dress back down to cover her.� When I stopped, I let the man catch up with us.� I leaned into Lisa and told her, "See that man?� He's been looking at you.� Let him look. Okay?"

"Kay."

I walked away and when I did, she lifted her dress again and resumed playing with her navel.� We did that several more times.� Finally when I turned back to the cart, he was standing very close to her, looking at what she was showing.� He looked up at me, then looked back down at her pussy.

"Go ahead and look," I told him, "but don't touch."

He looked up from her puss and replied, "Thanks.� Don't mind if I do," then looked back down.� I retrieved the last of my items and knowing I had gone too far, made it to the checkout counter.� Thankfully, he didn't follow us out of the store.

Later that night, I got a call from my oldest son, Eric.� Seems that the following week, his company was sending him and his wife, Paula, to a weeklong business conference in Hawaii.

"Dad, I have a big favor to ask," he told me.� "While Paula and I am gone, will you look after the kids for us?"

It was early August and the kids were still out of school for the summer.� I couldn't very well tell him no, but there was a problem, a big problem, a problem I wasn't about to discuss with him... Lisa.

I tried to beg off, suggesting that they talk to Mark, my middle son.� But Eric informed me that Mark's wife, Kendra, was taking their two kids to visit her mother that week.

"Jason and Gwen?" I suggested.� My youngest and his wife too had some sort of plans that made it very difficult for them.� Having no real choice, and not be a total prick, I agreed to look after Jeff and Meagan for the week.

That evening, I went over to talk with Mike and Staci.� Staci wasn't interested in my problem, she just wanted her Daddy to fuck her, so I did.� Then getting down to the real reason I dropped by, I heard all the reasons why it wasn't possible for them to look after Lisa that week, as neither had any vacation time and they didn't know of anyone else, but me, to look after their precocious little darling.

"If it wasn't such short notice, maybe I could find someone," Staci plead while fondling my wet soft prick for another go.�

"Yeah, sorry, pal," Mike added while diddling his slut wife's cum sodden cunt, "guess you're stuck."

"What about your sister?" I asked Staci.

"She's going in the hospital for a hysterectomy that week.

"Oh, yes, Mike," she moaned. "Right there.� Right there."

I let it drop, concentrating my attention on the here and now, rather than on my future problem.

"Poppa!� Poppa!" my nine year old granddaughter shouted as she sprang out of the back of my son's Tahoe. She ran to me, honey blond hair flying and her brown eyes bright, wrapping her arms about my waist in a loving hug.�

A moment later, my eleven year old grandson, Jeff, was shuffling towards me, smiling, but unhurried. "Hi, Poppa," he greeted with a lazy wave of his hand. It's just shocking how much kids change in a matter of months when you don't see them every day.� Like his dad, he was now wearing his hair very short.� Last time I saw him, it was rather long.�

Paula, my comely daughter-in-law, was next, coming over and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek while pressing her big tits into my chest.� After his wife broke her embrace, Eric was there to give me a man-hug.� As it was early Friday evening, they planned to spend the night before heading home the next morning, planning to catch their flight to Hawaii on Sunday morning.

As always it was great seeing my son and his growing family.� Meagan, my granddaughter was as affectionate as ever, and true to form, Jeff, my grandson, was aloof until he relaxed and loosened up a bit.� I just wished Eric and Paula could have stayed a little longer, as I was enjoying their adult company, but come Saturday morning, they were off for a fantastic trip, paid for by his employer.�

The kids and I spent Saturday getting to know one another again, spending Saturday afternoon at the zoo.� On Sunday I took them both fishing. We drowned a bunch of crickets and caught a mess of sunfish.� Both kids loved it.� Meagan wasn't so keen on baiting her own hook at first, but after a few times, she was merciless on the poor crickets, especially when it was just after pulling in a fish bigger than the last one her brother had caught. Sunday night, back at the house, we had a fish fry.�

As much fun as I'd had with Jeff and Meagan, as I went to bed Sunday night, I was dreading Monday morning and the arrival of the little tart from next door. Both her parents and I had talked to her about the necessity of her keeping her clothes on while my grandkids were there, and she seemed to understand.� But with personal experience with kids her age, I knew that understandings had a way of being forgotten or outright ignored, especially when dealing with a kid as head strong as little Lisa.

Jeff and Meagan were still sleeping in Monday morning when Staci dropped off Lisa.� I was happy to see her dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and that she had shoes on.� Staci spoke with her again about what was expected of her that day and everyday that week.� Lisa acknowledged her understanding with a short, "Kay.� I will, Mommy."

"Promise me," Staci reinforced.

"I promise," Lisa replied in her innocent little girl voice.� "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, baby.� Now, you be a good girl for Granpa."

"Kay."

A few minutes after Staci departed for work, Meagan made her appearance.� Seeing Lisa, she rushed up to the little girl and greeted, "Hi! You must be Lisa.� I'm Meagan.� I'm nine years old.� How old are you?"

"Five," she answered pushing it as she wouldn't be five until October.

"Poppa has told me all about you," Meagan said.� "You and me, we're gonna have so much fun together this week."

Lisa cheerily replied, "Kay!"

"Want to play dolls?"

"Kay!"

"Come on!"� Taking charge of Lisa, Meagan took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom she was staying in.

'Hmmm, this might be easier than I thought,' I optimistically mused. With Lisa and Meagan taken care of for the moment, I set about fixing a big breakfast for everyone.�

Just as I finished setting the table and was ready to begin serving, Jeff came in wearing just his briefs.

"Go put some pants on, Jeff," I told him.� "Lisa is here."

"Where?"

"She's with Meagan in Meagan's room.� When you're dressed, tell the girls that breakfast is served."

With a, "Yes, sir," he was off to don some pants and maybe a shirt.� Two minutes later, the three of them came and sat down for a breakfast of pancakes and bacon. Jeff didn't have a shirt on, but I didn't make an issue of it.� Why should I?� Growing up, none of my three boys ever wore shirts when it was hot, and neither did I.� Maybe I should have had him put on a shirt.

After breakfast, I sent the three of them outside to kick around a soccer ball and entertain themselves while I cleaned up. That lasted maybe ten minutes.� I wasn't even finished loading the dishwasher when they came back inside.� I shooed them off, telling them to go find something to entertain themselves with.��

With breakfast finished and the kitchen clean for the moment until the next meal, I found my Lazy Boy and parked my ass in it for a few minutes.� Hearing the kids laughing in the back brought a smile to my face.� The smile was short lived.

I heard the hoots and then Lisa came running out bare assed naked, closely followed and being chased by my two laughing grandkids.� I nearly croaked.� They chased her through my living room, through the kitchen and family room and back down the bedroom hallway. I intercepted Lisa in the hallway heading out again and scooped her up.

Taking her into my bedroom I demanded, "Where are your clothes?"

"I dunno," she replied with an impish grin.

"I ought to spank you!" I threatened and sat on the bed with her over my lap. I thought better of it when I heard the giggling coming from the open doorway.

Looking towards my giggling grandkids who were watching and waiting to see what I might do, I said, "Where are her clothes?"

"In my room," Jeff answered.

"Your room?� Well, go get them for me!" Jeff disappeared and a moment later reappeared with her shorts and shirt.

"Where are her panties?" I asked taking the clothes from him.� Jeff just shrugged.

In short order I had her dressed again.� Looking towards Meagan and Jeff, I told them I needed to talk to Lisa in private.� They left, closing the door behind them.

"Just what do you think you're doing, little girl?� Your mother and I both made it very clear to you that you were to keep your clothes on."

"I sorry," she replied looking oh, so sad and remorseful.� I knew Lisa well enough by then to see right through her transparent act.

"You will be sorry if you do that again. You understand me, little girl?� I'll blister your butt good the next time."

"I sorry," she said with a little more conviction.

"Okay.� Just be a good girl for me.� Okay?� Be a good girl and next week after they are gone, you and me can play a lot.� Okay?"

"Kay."

"Now go on and play.� And keep your clothes on!"

She hopped off the bed and went to the door, reached up, turned the knob and she was gone.

For the next thirty minutes things were calm, with Meagan and Lisa playing with Meagan's dolls and Jeff busying himself in the family room with a video game on his tablet.� The relative calm was briefly interrupted when Meagan and Lisa came to implore Jeff to go outside and play tag or hide and seek with them. After several minutes of cajoling, Jeff acceded to the girls and went out in the backyard with them.� Ah... total quiet!

From my easy chair in the front living room looking out over the neighborhood, I could hear the squeals and laughter of my kids having a good time playing out back.� Needing to refresh my cup of coffee, I went to the kitchen and poured myself another cup.� Looking out the kitchen window, I didn't see anyone at first.� Jeff ran by, closely followed by Meagan.� Lisa, far behind, was running after them as fast as she could go.� Then it struck me.� Where was Lisa's t-shirt?

I rolled my eyes and trudged outside.� "Lisa!� Lisa!� Come here, baby."

She trotted up red faced and sweaty.� "Where is your shirt?"� She looked away as she shrugged. "I told you to keep your clothes on. Why did you take off your t-shirt?"

"Sticky!" she declared.

"Go find it and put it back on."

She furrowed her brow in a scowl and snapped, "No!"

"You have to wear a shirt."

"You don't make Jeff wear a shirt," she astutely observed.

"Jeff is a boy and you are a girl."

Again she wrinkled her brow and glared at me.� At that moment I knew exactly what she was thinking, 'He's a boy and I'm a girl; what does that matter?'

"I don' wanna to wear a shirt!" she spat stomping her feet.� "I wanna be nekki!" With that and in a blink of the eye, her shorts were down, cast off and she took off running bare butt.

"Fuck me," I muttered before picking up her shorts and running after her.

"Lisa, stop!� Come here!"

"No!"

"Come here!"� She didn't come and made me chase after her.� Little bugger was quick too.� Just as I thought I had her cornered, she slipped past me.�

"Catch her!" I called to Jeff and Meagan.� They didn't move, finding the sight of me chasing after Lisa to be much too amusing.�

I finally caught her and scooped her up.� Kicking and flailing about, she screamed bloody murder, "No!� No!� No! You can't make me! No!" It was like having grabbed a feral cat, except she didn't bite or scratch.� By the time I made it to the back door to take her inside, she had totally melted down.� I'd never seen that side of her.� I now could truly appreciate the trouble the Child Care Centers had with her.�

I took her screaming and crying to my bedroom, closed and locked the door, then set her down on the bed.� Immediately she tried to make her escape, but I anticipated her move towards the door and blocked it. Sobbing uncontrollably, she slumped to the floor at my feet and thrashed about screaming.� Good god!

It took a few very long tedious minutes before she wore herself out.� Figuring it was now safe to reengage with her once again, I picked her up off the floor and hugged her to me.� "Now, now, now, sweetie.� It's all over."

"I hate you!" she whimpered.

"Well, I love you," I replied.

"No, you don't!"

"Yes, I do."

"Then why can't I go without a shirt like Jeff?"

"Because he's a boy."

"That's not fair!"� She had a point.

"Tell you what.� Why don't we step into the shower and cool off?"

"Kay"

I took her into the bath, set her down and turned the shower on. Then I stripped off my shirt and shorts, picked her up and took her into the tepid spray.� I held her, letting the water cascade over her while she buried her face in my chest.� After a minute or so, I turned the water off, stepped out and began drying her off as I held her close.� "Is that better?"

"Uh, huh," she replied.

"Good.� I hate seeing you so upset."

"Can I go nekki?" She was certainly persistent.

"How about if I let you go without a shirt on like Jeff?"

"Kay."���

"Good girl."� Lisa 1, me 0.

I got her back into her shorts and she returned outside to play with the other two.� By then, Meagan had stripped off her shirt in show of solidarity with Lisa.� I let it pass.� Kids 2, me 0.

They played outside for little while longer, then came in for a drink.� Topless, it was the first time I'd had a look at Meagan's nipples since she was in diapirs.� Her mother, who seemed to go braless more often than not, had big prominent nipples as far as I could tell.� Meagan apparently took after her mother. Of course at nine years old she hadn't started to develop breasts, but her nips... they were a dusky brown and very puffy.� It was hard for me not to stare.

Looking at my nine-year-old topless granddaughter, I told her, "Meagan, you need to find and bring your shirt and Lisa's shirt inside."� I hadn't bothered to put my own shirt back on after the quick rinse off with Lisa, and so that was it for wearing shirts. From here on out, it would just be shorts for everyone.

I found an old Candyland board game, and the four of us played until lunch time.� I then made up ham and cheese sandwiches for everyone and pulled out a new bag of potato chips.� Everyone seemed satisfied with lunch, even though Lisa deconstructed her sandwich and ate everything separately.

After lunch, Meagan pulled out her dolls and the two girls played with them on the floor of the family room.� Jeff, he directed his attention back to his video game on his tablet.� Me, I sat in my other Lazy-Boy in the family room, the one I usually molested Lisa in, and just watched the kids.� The momentary peace and quiet gave me the opportunity to think about possible explanations as to why I was allowing Meagan to go topless should her parents ever ask.�

The calm lasted about an hour or so.� That's when Lisa started agitating for me to go set up the "Slippery Slide".

"Okay, guys.� Who wants to go on the Slip-N-Slide?"

"Me!" shouted Meagan and Lisa in unison.�

I was surprised when Jeff looked up from his game and said, "Cool!� I'll go."

"Okay, everyone go get on their swim suits," I told them.� With varying degrees of urgency, Jeff and Meagan sauntered back to the bedroom to change.� I took Lisa to my room where I pulled out this cute two-piece that I'd bought Lisa for just this occasion.

"Okay, off with the shorts," I told her.

With a grin she dispatched the hated shorts.� I held up the two piece bathing suit.� She frowned. "Okay, just the bottoms," I told her discarding the tiny top. To my surprise, she cooperated and let me pull on the bottoms.�

I retrieved a brand new Slip-N-Slide from my shed, as the old one had developed some issues.� As I began setting the water toy up, Jeff and Meagan came outside in their swim wear.� Meagan was wearing both pieces of her new two piece, but upon seeing Lisa topless, she discarded the top.� Not wishing to reignite the earlier drama about going topless, I didn't say a word.

With the Slip-N-Slide ready to go, I had the kids gather about my lawn chair so that I could slather them down with sunscreen, not that any of them needed it with their deep tans.� Still, I made short work of it, taking less time than I usually spent just doing Lisa. Why I thought this necessary, I don't know, as I hadn't put any sun screen on any of them earlier when they were playing tag or whatever that game was or when we had gone fishing.

Having done the responsible thing, I turned on the water.� One by one the kids made a running start then flopped on their bellies and gleefully slid towards the end.�� They made three runs and everything was hunky dory, or so I thought.� On Lisa's fourth, she'd had enough of her bottoms and discarded them.

As I was getting up to have a word with her, she made her best run so far, making it all the way to the end.

"Lisa!"

She knew what I was going to say.� "I slide better nekki," she said.�

"Put them back on."

"No.� I can't get to the end wearing them."

I made a move towards her.� She cried out, "No!" and darted off, keeping her distance from me.

I wasn't about to have a repeat of the earlier meltdown and decided to just let her be... it was easier that way.� Of course I needed to explain a few things to Jeff and Meagan, things which I had not planned on revealing.

"Uh, look, guys," I began.� "About Lisa.� As you have no doubt noticed, she has an issue with keeping her clothes on.� You see, uh... this goes no further than right here.� Okay?� You're not to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, especially your mom and dad.� You see, her parents are, uh, raising her as a nudist.� She never wears clothes at home, neither do her parents.� When she's here, she, uh, likes to be, uh,� naked too. I let her. As you saw with the stupid shirt thing earlier, it's easier that way. So, to keep the peace, let's just let her be.� I hope neither of you are upset about this."

"Heck no, Poppa," Jeff replied with a grin.� "At home, Mom and Dad let Meagan and me go naked. They go naked too, especially in the pool."� My jaw dropped at this revelation. "But... we're not supposed to tell anyone, especially you.� You won't tell them I told you, will you?"

"And she's right," Meagan added.� "Slip-N-Slides work a lot better if you're totally naked."� With that, she pulled down her bottoms and kicked them away.� Jeff quickly followed suit.

I was so flabbergasted that I was speechless.� Then I noticed something.� Just like Lisa, neither Jeff nor Meagan sported any tan lines, they were uniformly deeply tanned. The evidence was there and it was plain to see that Jeff spoke the truth, despite how hard it was for me to believe.�

Before I could get my thoughts together, Jeff made a run and slid all the way down the slide and out the back.� He was closely followed by his younger sister.

It was obvious to me that I had little chance in getting any of them to put some clothes back on.� Conceding any modesty or normal standards at all, I waved for Lisa to join back in the fun just as she was. Kids 3, me 0.��

They had a blast for the next half hour or so, and I resigned myself to just watching from my shaded lawn chair.� I must admit, it was a great show.� While sitting there, I thought about what my grandkids had revealed to me.� I marveled at how comfortable they all were being naked together.� And I thought about Eric and Paula going about nude with their kids.� I couldn't imagine doing anything like that as I raised my own family, but times do change.�

They took a break and trotted up to me.� "Poppa, come join us," Meagan said.

"No, if I flop down on my belly, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get back up again."

"I know," chimed in Jeff.� "Lisa says you play in the sprinkler with her."

I'm thinking, 'She told you what?'

"Yeah, she says you go naked with her," my grinning granddaughter added.

"He goes nekki with me all the time," my toddler charge revealed.

"Kids, I don't think that's appropriate."

"Aw, come on, Poppa," Jeff chided.

"Yeah, it's not like we haven't seen a penis before," Meagan declared.

"You have?"

"Yeah!� Come on, Poppa.� It'll be fun."

Oh, what the hell...