This is an age-play fantasy intended for adults. If you are offended by such things, the simple solution is not to read it. This fantasy story is in no way advocating for any actual minors to be involved with actual adults. --- BABYSITTING BIANCA --- "Tommy!" I screamed with glee as I ran across the room. I leaped and he caught me; he always did. He lifted me up and spun me around, then hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, "We're going to have fun tonight Bunny." Then, in a more normal voice, "Good to see you too kiddo." Looking over my shoulder and giving my dad his most charming grin, he plopped me down on the ground and walked over to my dad. "Congratulations sir! Fifteen years of marriage is a milestone. I hope you'll share some tips with me someday on how you've done it." Dad grinned back and did the usual guy soft punch to the shoulder thing to Tommy. "Well, Thomas, the main thing is to just do what they say. Say yes as often as you can." Mom and Dad were going to dinner at their favorite tapas place and then staying over at a nice hotel. I heard mom tell my aunt Lucy that it was the honeymoon suite. I assumed this meant they planned to have sex. They probably didn't think I even knew what sex was but I did. I was very mature for ten. Dad and Tommy kept chatting about sports and school and I tuned them out, thinking about how much fun I would get to have tonight, and about everything that had lead up to it. Tommy (Thomas, but I called him Tommy; kind of like my name is Bianca and he calls me Bunny) would be my babysitter for the evening and until my parents came home tomorrow afternoon. Our families had lived on Pine St., three houses apart, for the past fifteen years. His parents moved in when Tommy was just a baby and mine were newlyweds. I was born five years later and am an only child. Tommy is too. From my earliest memories I adored him and followed him around whenever I could. He was always patient with me and so good with me that when he turned thirteen and I was eight, our parents started letting him babysit me. For just a few hours at first, while they all went to the movies or something. Before that they'd often pitch in on a shared babysitter for us both. So, we spent a lot of time together as we grew up. Now he was fifteen and I was ten and both sets of parents felt he was plenty old enough watch me for an overnight. In other circumstances I might have made a fuss about them thinking I still needed a babysitter, but I wasn't going to argue about it if it was Tommy. We'd always been physical with each other, tumbling around as kids do. Napping together when we were very little, curled up around each other. I've seen the pictures in mom's photo scrapbook. It's one of her hobbies. Now, if we're watching TV or something, I'll often cuddle up next to him. It's comforting, it feels natural. I never really thought much about it until a couple months ago when I was over at his house while our parents were all out at some concert. We were watching TV and I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back, his dog, a loveable goof of a St. Bernard (Rufus), had taken over the entire rest of the couch, including my seat. There's no way to move Rufus once he sprawls out. So I stuck my tongue out at him and plopped down right on Tommy's lap instead. He just laughed, adjusted his position and wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest. We were just watching some silly comedy, but around the part when two of the main characters suddenly realized they were soul mates and kissed, I felt something hard against my bottom and noticed Tommy was breathing funny. On one level, I knew it was his penis. I was a kid, not stupid. Seeing the kiss and feeling that made my stomach kind of tighten, but in a good way. I just shifted around to get comfortable, and he tightened his arm around me some, but that was it. We didn't talk about it at all that night or afterwards. The next time he babysat me, we were at my house. Tommy had spread his homework out across the couch and instead of moving it, he told me I could just sit on his lap. I felt a little odd about it, but curious too, so I did. He put an arm across my stomach and settled back, like before. This time we were watching a rerun of Law & Order. It was new to us though. It started with some lady taking a guy home from a bar. They were undressing each other and starting to make out when I felt something poking me in the butt again and Tommy tightened his grip around me. I kind of squirmed and his grip got tighter. I felt his breath on my neck and he sort of kissed me, lightly, on the side of my neck. This made my stomach tighten again and I kind of sighed. He did it again and I felt his hand come up from my stomach and sort of touch my left breast. I was just starting to get breasts and my mom had taken me shopping for training bras just that day. I was proudly wearing the one I liked the most (light purple with some lace on the top of the cups) and when he felt it he stopped for a second and said, "Hey Bunny, you're growing up on me." Then he gave me a quick kiss on the top of the head, patted my chest, and stood me up. "Gotta pee, kiddo, be right back." His voice sounded strained and he was walking kind of funny as he went down the hall. I waited for a few seconds, and then followed. He'd gone to the bathroom not long ago and I was suspicious. I quietly leaned my ear against the door to the bathroom and listened but I didn't hear peeing. Instead I heard him breathing and making kind of puffing grunting noises and then, about a minute or two later, some louder noises. It sounded like he said "oh fuck, Bunny" and then it was quiet. I heard what sounded like his pants being zipped up and heard the water go on, so I dashed back to the couch. He sauntered back into the room just after I sat down, scooped me up, and sat me down in his lap again. He didn't kiss my neck again, but he did sort of pet my hair while we kept watching TV. We stayed like that while we finished the show and again didn't talk about what happened. I resolved to find out more by talking with my friend Carrie. She lived across town and we went to different schools now, so I didn't get to see her as much as I would have liked. However, we had planned a sleepover and I was going to ask her about some of this. She had an older brother (Dave) who was fourteen, and I figured she might know more about what was happening. After we'd watched some movies, and were snuggled under the covers of her bed in the dark, I brought it up. I wasn't about to tell her I'd felt Tommy's penis poking me in the butt, but I needed to know more. "I need to know why boys like to touch themselves and get hard penises. You have a brother... do you know?" I blurted out. Carrie giggled and turned toward me. "I know he plays with it all the damn time. I hear him in the bathroom, in his bedroom, in the shower; anywhere he thinks he's alone." "Why? I mean, I understand about sex. About how a penis goes into a vagina and sperm comes out and that's how you make a baby. I just don't understand why they play with them?" "Well," Carrie said. "I mean, do you ever touch yourself? It feels good is why." She gestured to her crotch when she mentioned touching. I blushed. "I've felt funny in my stomach, and sort of lower there. I didn't think to touch it though." "It feels really good when you do. Trust me. I asked mom why Dave was always playing with his penis and she got this funny look on her face and then explained to me that boys do it because it feels good and that as long as he was doing it in private that was natural and ok. So I asked if only boys do it and she looked a little odd but said no, girls can too. Then she said she had to work on dinner and left the room. I figured she had said all she was going to about that to me so I decided I'd experiment with it later. And I did. I was in the bath and I reached down and started touching all over until I felt something really good. So I kept touching there and it kept feeling better and better. It was like being on a roller coaster and getting to the top and then falling. It felt so good and I felt so relaxed I just laid there in the warm tub till mom yelled at me to get out and go to bed." I listed to Carrie with my mouth open a little in amazement. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?!," I shout-whispered at her. "It's only been a couple weeks since I figured it out, sheesh," she shout-whispered back. "I've been trying different things and figuring out what feels best." She looked up at me and kind of bit her lip. "I'll show you if you want?" I thought about it for all of a second before I nodded enthusiastically and said yes. Carrie told me to pull up my nightgown and take off my panties and she did the same. We got under the covers with the flashlight she had in her nightstand (it was pink as was everything in her possession) and she spread her legs and shined it between them while pointing with the other hand. "This part feels really good when I rub on it," she said, and touched herself just below where her legs joined. She rubbed for a few seconds and then pointed again. I could see a very small nubbin of flesh, shiny pink, poking out there. Then she slid her fingers lower and seemed to push one into herself. "This also feels really good if you push in and out a while." Then she had me lay back and had me hold the flashlight on myself while she touched me. When she found a spot that made me gasp and jump, she took my other hand and put my fingers there. "Rub around here for a little bit," she said. "See if it feels good to you to go faster or harder or softer. I had to try a bunch of things before I found the perfect way. You can also put them lower and push inside you. It's neat being able to feel inside of you." She giggled and moved my fingers down until I felt an opening I could push my finger into. It felt odd, very warm, and a little wet, like the inside of my mouth was warm and wet, but really good. I moved my hand back up and rubbed and she laid back and started rubbing herself too. It was getting warm under the covers and we were both breathing harder. I started to feel the build up like she'd described. I thought about how Tommy's kiss on my neck had felt and all the sudden I was falling falling falling. I let out a gasp and felt my stomach and lower parts throb over and over. I heard Carrie make a soft noise and her hand fell away from her. We laid there with our heads turned, looking at each other, grinning like fools. We just stayed that way for a long time. I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to. I'd had my first orgasm and I was hooked. Carrie and I repeated this process several more times that night. Each time I learned more about how my body worked. It had felt amazingly different when Carrie touched me than when I touched myself, which made me think of maybe Tommy touching me there. But that also made me feel embarrassed to think of. It was two more weeks before I had more real alone time with Tommy. Of course I'd seen him, but just for short periods of time with our parents around. He had more homework than I did since he was older and he didn't have as much time to always hang out. He came over to watch me for the day on a Saturday while both our sets of parents went to an art exhibit at the museum in the capital. It was a two hour drive each way, so they would be gone most of the day. I'd had two solid weeks of practicing touching myself and was doing it every night when I went to bed. I loved it. I understood now why guys Tommy's age did it all the time. I wondered if my parents did or not. The idea didn't gross me out, but I didn't think about it too hard either. The day Tommy was coming I was so excited I touched myself before he came over and didn't bother to really take my underwear off. They were kind of wet after so I tossed them on top of my hamper and decided I'd just put my swimsuit on anyway. It was a nice day and I was sure Tommy would go swimming with me in our pool if I wanted to. Tommy and his parents pulled up and he jumped out of their car as my parents rushed out, tossing out the ritual, "have fun, be good, listen to Tommy" at me as they went. Like I'd ever not been good or listened. Parents... sheesh. They jumped in the car and zoomed off. I guess they thought they would be late. Tommy and I waved and went inside. He noticed my swimsuit and grinned his huge grin, reached into his bag, and pulled out swim trunks, waving them in the air. "I thought you might want to spend time in the pool Bunny," he said. "I should start calling you my mermaid." He tousled my hair as he spoke. "You can change in my room," I offered. "I'll grab some towels." He went to change and I got two big beach towels. He met me back in the living room and we started towards the back hall to go outside. He suddenly stopped and slapped his forehead. "Sunscreen. Arg. If I let you get burned your mom'll kill me." I handed him the towels and skipped back to the bathroom, singsonging, "I'll get it." Sunscreen obtained, we went outside. Tommy squirted a bunch in my hand and his and we both lathered up. Then he did my back, which he'd done plenty of times before. This time it felt like he took more time than normal and his fingers dipped below the back of my suit a bit. Then I did his back, again, totally normal, but I might have taken a little extra time myself. I spread the towels out on chairs and then we both jumped in. We swam around and decided to play Marco Polo. Tommy went first, eyes screwed closed, he counted to 10 while I swam away then shouted "Marco". My "Polo" back brought him wading towards me so I swam away. After a few rounds I was letting him get closer and closer. The next time he shouted "Marco", I was right in front of him and I whispered "Polo" with my face an inch from his. His eyes flew open when he felt my breath with the word and he grabbed me, lifting me up out of the water and tickling me under the arms. I squirmed and shrieked and laughed until he let me drop back into the water. As retaliation I dove under and swam between his legs, grabbing his trunks as I went. I yanked down on them and popped to the surface behind him. He was busy trying to pull them back up and once they were he spun around with a very red face. I thought for a second he was angry, but he just told me it was time for a break from the water and hauled himself out of the pool. I got out of the pool too and came over to sit down on the chair next to him. He handed me a bottle of water and laid back to enjoy the warmth of the sun and dry off. We laid there for a few minutes, just quiet. I thought maybe he'd fallen asleep when he said, without looking at me, "Bunny, come here and lay down next to me. It'll be fun." I was hesitant, because he'd never said that before, but I got up and went to his lounge chair; he scooted over just a bit and lay on his side. I lay down on my back, but he turned me so I was facing him. He didn't do anything but look at me for a few seconds and then his hand touched my breast again. He didn't say anything, just looked at me as he gently touched me. It didn't take long for it to feel really great, but I didn't know what to say to him so I just kept quiet and let him do that. The same feeling I'd get when I was touching myself started to happen a little and I wiggled my body a bit, bringing my lower half closer to him. I felt his penis poke into my leg but I didn't back away. He hissed out a breath when that happened, but kept touching me through my damp swimsuit. Eventually he starting rocking his hips a little and I felt his penis poking my leg harder. He kissed my neck again and then he let out a bigger grunt and jerked a little, then pulled back a bit. He kissed my forehead and laid back, an arm around me. He murmured "good girl" then dozed off and I just laid there wondering what happened, feeling very tight and like I wanted to touch myself, but not able to like this. I let him nap for about half an hour before I wiggled out from his grip and went inside to make us some lunch. I was only recently allowed stove privileges and didn't know how to make much yet, but I had mastered boxed mac & cheese. I thought it would be nice to surprise Tommy with that instead of him making us PB&J like he usually did. I quickly went to change out of my suit and as I went to toss it in my hamper, I noticed my panties were gone. I was sure I'd tossed them in there, but I didn't see them now. I figured they must have fallen down further so I just changed and didn't think of it further. I woke Tommy up and told him lunch was ready. He sat up, seemingly surprised I had gotten up without him. He grabbed my arm and sternly told me, "Bunny, if we take a nap when I'm supposed to be watching you, you stay put. What if you had gotten hurt and I wasn't there?" He was upset, but also concerned, obviously. "I'm sorry - I just made some food. You were really sound asleep and I couldn't fall asleep after...," I trailed off, blushing, my head down, refusing to meet his eyes. He reached out and used his right hand to lift my chin up so he could see my face. "Earlier, well, you feel ok after that?" I nodded but didn't know what to say. "You think we can keep that between us? Like private?," he asked. Again, I just nodded. It was a private moment, a secret I wanted to keep to myself anyway. I wouldn't even have told Carrie about it. He smiled his charming smile and patted my head. "Cool. I knew I could count on you. So - what's for lunch?" He acted very impressed with my cooking, although even I knew that it was just boxed food and not that special. Then he worked on some homework while I read next to him on the couch until my parents came home. The next several times he babysat, similar things happened. It became a routine. He'd say "want to have some fun Bunny?" and I'd say yes and he'd touch me, mainly sticking to my breasts and a few kisses on the neck. He would usually move his hips and make noises and then be done. I would stay still and silent and later at night, I'd touch myself thinking about it. He'd always ask if I felt ok afterwards, and then say, "private, ok?" and I'd nod. It just became part of what we did. Nothing else changed and neither set of parents noticed anything different, I guess, because no one ever asked me anything that made me think they knew. I did feel ok about it. I enjoyed him paying attention to me and it somehow made me feel extra good to think of it when I touched myself. I also knew that if my parents or his found out, they'd be very upset and probably mad at me, so I made sure to keep it completely to myself. When we found out about the overnight babysitting, I was really happy and a little nervous. What might he do to me if we had a whole night? He'd tease me all week on walks home from school, just saying, "It's gonna be fun Bunny," and winking at me. Normally, I probably would have stayed at his parents place for something like this, but they were in the middle of a remodel on the house and it was a wreck. Everyone agreed it would be fine for Tommy to just stay in our guest room instead. His parents were only a few houses down if needed after all. Plus his parents seemed happy enough about having a night by themselves too. So, by the time Tommy showed up that Friday night, I was wound up. My parents left soon after he got there, reminding us they left money for pizza, and that they'd see me tomorrow. I was sure we'd get right to the fun, but we didn't. First Tommy made us do homework, saying he didn't want to have to think about it later. Once that was done we ordered pizza and found a movie on Netflix to watch. Although I sat curled up next to him, he didn't do anything to me beyond pet my hair and put an arm around my shoulders. After the movie he told me to take my bath and then it was bedtime. I was starting to feel weird, like how I felt before Christmas morning. A lot of anticipation and no idea what I was going to get. But, I went and took a bath. I wondered if he'd come in, but he didn't. Instead, I heard the shower in the guest bath turn on. When I was done with my bath, I put on my nightgown. It was the fanciest one I had; white silk with lacy trim and small embroidered flowers in blue and purple along the neckline. I realized I had forgotten to bring my underwear into the bathroom so I went back to my bedroom to get them. When I walked in the door, I found a surprise - Tommy, laying on my bed in just boxers, his hair still damp from his shower. He didn't seem to notice me, so I thought I'd try to scare him. I took a running jump onto the bed, landing right on top of him, straddling his crotch. His eyes flew open and he laughed and brought his hands up to my sides and held me for a second, then tickled me. I responded by bouncing on him and trying to tickle back. He started bucking as if he was trying to toss me off so I held on tightly. "It's like riding the mechanical bull. How long can you hold on?," he said, both of us laughing. Honestly, I was just having fun and hadn't thought about his penis or him kissing me until a few seconds of "bull riding" had gone by. His boxers had started to slip down and my nightgown was riding up. I looked down and saw the head of his penis poking out of his boxers. It was dark pink and looked smooth. He noticed me noticing about the same time and went still. I don't remember even deciding to do it, but I reached down to touch it and it was as soft as my silk nightgown. He gasped and suddenly rolled so we were facing each other on our sides, like that day by the pool. He put his hands on either side of my face and leaned forward and kissed me. Just a gentle press of lips on lips. It felt thrilling and even better than when he had kissed my neck before. We did that some more, slowly opening up our mouths a little, letting our tongues touch. I thought I could be very happy to do that forever, and in some ways, it felt like we did. Eventually his right hand roamed down my body, going lower, down my side, to my thigh, and then up, pushing my nightgown up too. That made me snap out of the haze I was in and I tried to push his hand away again. I didn't have underwear on and suddenly it just seemed like too much for him to touch me there. But he just gripped me tighter and used more force to keep pushing my gown up. As his hand skimmed over my hip, he suddenly stopped and looked down. "Bunny, where is your underwear?" he asked in a strained voice. "I forgot it and was coming to find some," I answered. I could feel the heat coming off my cheeks - they must have been bright red. I felt embarrassed, but good; like I wanted him to stop and like I wanted him to keep going. I felt a little wet like I did when I touched myself and I was mortified that he might find that out. He smiled, but the look in his eyes was darker and full of an emotion I couldn't place. "Oh Bunny, I knew you wanted this too. You're ready aren't you?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about and squeaked out a no but he didn't seem to hear me. I did want him to touch me, but this was so much more than before. I wasn't sure what I was doing or what he might want or think I was ready for. His hand possessively slid over my hip, down to my stomach, then between my legs. I had them closed but he pushed his hand until they parted a little. Suddenly he was touching me like I touched myself and when he felt that I was wet, he moaned and pushed a finger inside me. His hands and fingers were so much bigger than mine and it hurt when it went in. Not unbearably, but it did hurt a little. Part of it was the surprise of it. I let out a soft noise of pain and tears pricked my eyes. He pushed me so that I was lying under him, his finger working in and out of me. It was feeling a little better than it had at first, but I was still trying to catch up mentally with what was happening. He scooted down and then his mouth was on me just above his finger. The sensation was overwhelming and I cried out, trying to close my legs. He dug his fingers into my thighs, not too hard, but enough, and pushed my legs apart and went back to work licking me, sucking on parts of me, and putting his finger in me over and over. I started feel that familiar build up, and more. His finger was hitting some spot inside me that felt amazing and I went over the edge. I screamed his name and felt the throbbing release. He held onto me and didn't stop moving his finger until I stopped bucking. Then he slowly kissed his way up my body until his face was next to mine again. "You taste amazing Bunny," he said, and kissed me on the lips again. I tasted myself on him. It was a little sweet, a little salty, not bad. "I need to be inside you. I've waited and waited and now we have the chance. It might hurt a little but I'll take care of you, ok?" I nodded. His finger had hurt at first but it felt good by the end. So whatever was next I thought couldn't be but so bad. I was wrong. He peeled off his boxers fully and I saw his whole penis for the first time. It was hard and standing out and up from his body, sort of bobbing a little, and with a small bit of wetness leaking from the tip. He put his left hand around it and rubbed up and down on it. His own hand fit around it, but not with much to spare. I didn't have anything to compare with, but it looked really big and when he lay on top of me and pushed my legs open again, I freaked out a little at the thought of him trying to put that inside me. "Tommy! Tommy no no no no no no it won't work please no," I started babbling at him, tears starting to escape my eyes, my small hands pushing at his chest. "Shhhhh, Bunny, I'll take care of you, I promise," he said and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me again. He kept kissing me as I felt his penis pushing against me down there. When it started to go in, I felt myself stretching so wide and it burned. I cried out, but his kisses muffled any noise I tried to make. It kept hurting and stretching and feeling like I was going to break in two as he kept pushing himself all the way in. He'd pull back a little, and then push forward again. I squirmed against him trying to pull away but it only seemed to help him go further in me. All of the sudden he was still and I could feel him pressed against me. He was all the way in. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But then he reached down and ran his fingers over that little nubbin I had and I started to feel really good too. A few minutes of him kissing me and rubbing there and the pain started to ease. I felt him pull back a little and then push in again. He removed his hand to use them both to pull my legs around his waist, then went back to rubbing and moving in and out of me. I felt every inch of him as he made me stretch to fit him. Tears were still leaking from my eyes, but the pain was fading. He kept pumping in and out, picking up his pace. He stopped kissing and rubbing me, pulled back and pushed my legs up my body towards my chest. The change in positon let him into me even deeper somehow. He was hitting something inside me when he pushed in that hurt, way up inside. I cried out again and felt the tears on my face but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept going and going, faster and faster. Suddenly he pushed all the way in and I felt something hot coat my insides, several times over. I felt him throbbing inside me as it happened and he made these noises like "umph" and said "fuck Bunny, holy fuck" then collapsed forward onto me. He lay there for a few seconds, then started pulling himself out of me. Each inch of his withdrawal both hurt and felt amazing, but it left me feeling empty. I felt warm liquid dribble out of me and reached down to touch myself. I looked at my fingers and found them coated in what looked like liquid pearl and some blood. The blood scared me and I started to tremble. I felt Tommy get up but I was just staring at my fingers, the blood and what he'd put inside me dripping from them onto my chest. He came right back and I felt him wipe between my legs with something warm and damp. Then he used it to clean off my fingers and chest. He turned off all the lights then maneuvered the covers down and got into bed beside me, pulling them up over us. He snuggled me into his warm body and kissed the top of my head. I felt so loved in that moment. He might have hurt me, but he also caught me, cared for me. He always did.