title: Seven Dwarfs
author: tim4or5
universe: playdate
part: 4
summary: Strange things sometimes happen on the job.
keywords: mf, voy, cons

This story contains sexually explicit material.
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Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.

Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this
story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is
close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant and scream
don't work.



Seven Dwarfs


Lacey

One

Sophia was four. I liked to babysit kids who were four and five,
sometimes six. Younger than that and I had to worry about diapers
and accidents. Older kids were starting to be more independent.
Someone else could sit those. I was fifteen and had been sitting
for what seemed like forever. Sophia wanted to watch Caddyshack
again. She liked the gophers and Rodney Dangerfield, and people
kissing on a bed didn't mean anything to her. It was late. I said
she could, but she had to brush her teeth first. She fell asleep
with her head in my lap before the candy bar. I hit pause and
carried her up to her room. I'm stronger then I look. I laid her
on the bed and took off her pants. I pulled back the covers and
stuffed her in. I took off her shirt and underwear. She slept
through the whole thing. It was like playing with a rag doll. I
stood there and looked at her. She looked like a real person,
only smaller, with her face and hands and little slit and legs. I
watched Sophia's eyes scrunch as she dreamed and her chest move
as she breathed. I turned her over and ran my hand down her
shoulder blades and bottom. Her skin was soft.

I'm not weird. All women like little kids and babies. Girls like
to undress their dolls. That's the whole point of having dolls
whose clothes come off. The original GI Joe was the size of a
newborn with clothes that came off, and it created a whole new
industry. Later action figures were smaller and had colored parts
instead of clothes, so people wouldn't think the little boys
playing with them were strange. I turned Sophia back over and
tried to hold her up while I pulled her nightgown down over her
head. I fastened the button, arranged her on the bed, and pulled
up the covers. She mumbled something and turned on her side. I
kissed her cheek. Then I turned out the light, went back
downstairs, and watched the rest of the movie.

Two

Lucas was four. I was supposed to give him his bath. I had gotten
him out of his clothes and into the tub. Now all he wanted to do
was splash. I put some towels on the floor and tried to back up
out of range while I considered my next move. I was already wet.
If I tried to wash him I would get soaked. Okay. Since I hadn't
brought a change of clothes, the only logical thing to do was to
take mine off. I stood in the doorway and stripped off my pants,
shirt, bra and panties and dropped them on the hallway floor. I
went back in and knelt down next to the tub. I had never been
naked in front of one of the kids before. I figured he was young
enough not to care.

Lucas stopped splashing and stared at my breasts for a couple
minutes. They weren't as big as some girls, but they were good
sized. I had pretty nipples. I thought if I just knelt there and
let him stare without saying anything he would be less likely to
tell his mother. It probably wouldn't be a big deal if he did,
but it would be less trouble and less embarrassing for me if he
didn't. Then he went back to his splashing. I took the washcloth
and scrubbed. He scrunched up his face while I washed it, then
continued splashing as best he could as I washed his neck, back,
arms and front. I was more careful and used just my hands to wash
his penis and balls. He kept splashing and didn't pay any
attention to what I was doing. But the dope did get an erection.
I didn't mind. I liked penises and erections, and what did you
expect when I was playing with it the way I was? It may have been
small, but it was certainly hard. I pulled back the foreskin and
cleaned the head thoroughly. If his mother had been doing it, she
hadn't been doing a very good job. Then I used the washcloth on
his legs and feet. I had a bright idea and drained the tub before
I stood him up to was his bottom, so that there was no water to
splash while I did that. I rinsed him off and wrapped him in a
dry towel.

He calmed down, and I was able to get him into his pajamas
without much trouble. I parked him in front of the television.
Then I dried myself off, put on my panties and bra, emptied my
pockets, and put my shirt and pants in the drier. I wrapped a
towel around myself and tried to keep Lucas out of trouble until
my clothes were dry.

Three

Ethan was five. I was supposed to give him his bath, but he
wouldn't let me take his clothes off. He wouldn't take them off
himself while I was there. I wasn't going to leave him alone with
a tub full of water. I wondered what his other babysitters did? I
asked him but he wouldn't say anything. Training a kid not to
take his clothes off is necessary, but there is such a thing as
making him too bashful. I considered my next move. I could just
skip the bath if I had to and explain what happened. Well, that
would be plan B. I went back to work on plan A. I remembered what
happened with Lucas. Why should Ethan believe me when I told him
it was okay for him to take his clothes off, if I wouldn't take
off mine? So I told him I would take off my own clothes first,
and then he could let me take off his. Or, if he didn't want me
to take mine off, he could just take off his. He didn't say no.
He didn't say anything. He stood there next to the tub and looked
up at me.

He didn't seem scared by my threat, so after a minute I undid my
pants, lowered them to the floor, and stepped out of them. I
unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders and arms, and
dropped it on top of my pants. He kept staring at me. He didn't
seem to have a problem with what I was doing, so I reached behind
my back and unhooked my bra, slid it off, and added it to the
pile. I casually hooked my thumbs over the sides of my panties,
pushed them down to my ankles, and dropped them on the rest of my
clothes with my toe. Still nothing but a blank stare, now
directed at my crotch. It was sort of exciting to have Ethan
looking at me, even if he was a little kid, but I pretended it
happened all the time. Maybe he was in shock. Most of the boys I
knew would be. I didn't want to say anything to break the spell.
I was afraid he would go back to saying no. Words have power, but
an absence of words also has power. And, as they say, actions can
speak. I knelt down in front of him. His gaze shifted to my
breasts, but he didn't back away or try to resist. I undid his
pants and lowered them to the floor. He put his hand on my
shoulder and stepped out of them. He put his arms up when I
started to pull off his shirt, and let me take off his underwear.
Then he got in the tub and let me wash him as if nothing unusual
had happened.

Four

Emma was four. She was snuggled up to me in front of the
television, and I had my arm around her. She kept rubbing her
head against the side of my breast. Finally I asked her if she
could remember her mother's breasts? She said she thought so, she
wasn't sure. I said that was cool. I wished I could remember my
mother's. She looked at me. I asked her if they were like my
breasts? She sat up and stared at them for a long time. I sat
there waiting. She reached up slowly and poked one with her
finger. She reached out with both hands and held it between them.
She said she couldn't tell. There seemed to be such longing in
her eyes. I asked if she wanted to see them? She looked
frightened. I said it was okay, it wasn't a trick. I would show
them to her if she wanted me to, but was okay if she didn't. It
was up to her. She said she did. I unbuttoned my shirt and
unhooked my bra. Then I decided it would be better if I took off
my bra. So I undid my pants and pulled out my shirt. I took it
off and slid off my bra. Then I put my shirt back on so I
wouldn't seem so naked. Emma was fascinated. Her eyes followed
everything I did. I tried not to feel self conscious. She reached
out and touched them again.

I said let's pretend. I could be the mommy and she could be the
baby. I held out my arms. Emma came into them and sucked my
nipple into her mouth. A look of bliss came over her. She seemed
so happy. I cradled her in my arms while she sucked. It didn't
feel like a boy was sucking on my breast, and it didn't feel like
I was nursing a baby. At least I don't think it did. I don't know
what it was like, but it felt nice. We just sat like that. After
a while I said it was time to change breasts. She got up and I
moved to the other end of the sofa. She lay down with her feet
sticking out in the opposite direction and sucked on my other
breast. It made me want a baby of my own to nurse. I could have
one if I wanted to, lots of boys would be willing to help. I had
been old enough for three years. When Emma started to fall asleep
I said we were done. It was time for bed. I got dressed again and
took her upstairs.

Five

Why would any parents leave a sick child with a babysitter? I'm
not a nurse. His mother had said it was just a cold, but the poor
kid was miserable. Noah was five. He had a sore throat and runny
nose and was sneezing. Tissues were piled up in the waste basket.
I felt bad that I couldn't do anything to make him feel better.
The things to do for a cold are rest, drink fluids, gargle salt
water, and make sure you have enough vitamins. All other cold
remedies are suspect and may do more harm than good. Noah was up
and wandering around when I got there, so I got him into his
pajamas. I gave him some orange juice and had him drink some
water. He thought gargling salt water was strange, but it seemed
to make his throat feel better. We both washed our hands, and I
kept my distance as much as was practical so I would have a
little less chance of catching his cold.

I put him to bed, and I put a little aloe on his nose to try to
keep it from getting more red and painful. I sat down and read to
him from The Wind and the Willows. He seemed to like it. I sat
next to the bed in a chair and wasn't close enough to show him
the pictures. There was one thing his mother had wanted me to do
for him. When he seemed to be getting tired, I pulled down the
covers and unbuttoned his pajamas. I read the directions on the
jar of vapor rub and spread some on his chest. He made a face at
the smell but seemed to like me rubbing him, so I kept doing it
for a while. I sort of liked it too, even if he was a little
short for me. I realized I hadn't needed to undo Noah's pajama
bottoms. I don't know what I was thinking. He didn't notice, and
didn't seem to mind my getting another peek at him. I washed my
hands again before buttoning him up and pulling up the covers. I
continued reading to him until he fell asleep. Then I just sat
with him for a while.

Six

Jacob asked me what his sister looked like? We were in his room
and Chloe was already in bed. I asked what he meant? He said she
could see what it looked like when he peed before getting into
the bathtub. She sat down to pee before getting in with him, and
all he could see was a slit. He had asked her what she did, but
she said she didn't know. She just did it. So he wanted to know
what she looked like and how she peed? I could understand why he
wouldn't want to ask his mother or father. It was too risky. You
never knew how parents would react to that sort of question. It
always made them nervous. The best you could expect was to be
treated like an idiot for not already knowing. But he was six. I
thought he deserved to know by that age. I felt a little proud
that he had asked me. I could have shown him pictures on the
internet, but I didn't want to get him started on that. Since
there wasn't really any other good way, I decided to play doctor.
He was past the age when kids played doctor with each other. I
said I could show him, but he must promise not to tell anyone,
ever. Not his parents, not his sister, not his friends, not
anyone. We would get in trouble. He asked if it was bad? I said
no. Taking off your clothes wasn't bad, you just weren't supposed
to do it when other people were around. He said he knew that. I
asked if he still wanted to see? He said yes.

So I took off my pants and underwear, lay back across his bed,
and propped myself up on my elbows. He said I had hair. I said
yeah, people grew hair when they got older. It was part of
growing up. I spread my legs and told him to come in closer. He
did. I could feel his eyes on me. It was a little weird. I let
him look for a minute, then pointed and asked if he could see
this little hole? He said he could. I said that was where the pee
came out for girls. And this little knob was sort of like a
little left over penis. It didn't have a hole and nothing came
out of it. It didn't really do anything. He asked about the
bigger hole? I said it was for having babies. He said oh. I
didn't know if he knew what else it was for, but he asked if that
was where the boy put his penis in? I said yes, it was. He asked
how that worked? Sex education by adults always left out the good
stuff. I said he waited for it to get hard, then stuck it in and
moved it around until stuff came out. He asked why he had to move
it around? I said it wasn't like peeing, the stuff had to come
out by itself. It was sort of like a sneeze. He said oh again.
After a moment I asked him if he was done looking? He said not
yet. I gave him another minute then told him to back up. I sat up
and put my pants back on, and reminded him not to tell anyone. He
said he wouldn't. I hoped I hadn't left any psychological scars.

Seven

Chloe was four. I wasn't sure how I felt about the way her and
Jacob's father smiled at me, but I jiggled a little, and when he
looked up I smiled back. Smiling was part of the job. The
jiggling wasn't. His wife smiled too, but the way she did it made
me not want to meet her in a dark alley. She said wasn't I so
thin and pretty? I wasn't nearly as thin as some of the girls at
school. Fortunately, most of them had small breasts. But one was
moderately well endowed and had to lean slightly backwards when
she walked. Her mother said Chloe had been refusing to eat. If I
had a problem there was a Dutch apple pie in the freezer that I
could heat up. I should just follow the directions on the box.

She did refuse. I was afraid that if I tried to talk her into it,
Chloe would just keep saying no and get more stubborn. Words have
power. Taking off my clothes had worked with Lucas, but I didn't
think that would do much good here. I wondered if strip
vegetables would work as a game for a slightly older crowd? I
took some food for myself and sat down. I looked at the meatloaf
skeptically. I sniffed it and made a face. Chloe and Jacob were
both watching me. I took a bite and said eww, this meatloaf was
so bad we should give it to the dog. They didn't have a dog, but
that didn't matter. They both laughed. Jacob took another bite of
his and said eww, it was so bad we should feed it to the pigs.
They didn't have pigs either. Chloe laughed and I smiled. I could
tell she was torn. She wanted to join in the game but knew it was
a trick. She tried anyway. She said it was so bad we should throw
it away. Jacob said no fair. She couldn't say that without eating
any. I seemed to have made a friend, or at least a co
conspirator. I tried to look stern but didn't say anything. Chloe
looked sullen but didn't argue. She knew the rules without
anybody having to explain them.

I took another bite and said the meatloaf was so bad even the dog
wouldn't eat it. Jacob said we should throw it out the window.
Chloe grumped. I said we should dig a hole and bury it. Jacob
said we should let the ants have it. Chloe grumped. This wasn't
working. I tried eating some mashed potato and saying we should
send them into outer space. Jacob said we should send them to the
Moon. Chloe ate some and said we should send them to
Philadelphia. On the next round she said we should send them to
Cleveland, but that was a far as she would go. She wouldn't eat
any peas. I pointed and said look, a giraffe! and stole some
mashed potato off of her plate. She said hey! She didn't want it,
but it was hers and she didn't want anyone to steal it. I said if
she wasn't going to eat it, it was fair to take it. I said look,
a hippopotamus! and stole some more. Then I just sat there eating
it. Also some of her peas and meatloaf. When it didn't work, I
got out the pie and put it in the oven.

Chloe would eat the pie. They both had a second piece when I did.
Jacob might have had a third, but I decided that was enough. I
put them in front of the television and cleaned up. I hadn't
given Chloe very much and had eaten some of it, so there wasn't a
lot to throw out. Then I joined them in the living room. I had
gotten some food into Chloe but had gotten too much into myself.
I felt stuffed and a little tired, so I thought I would just
close my eyes for a minute.

Jacob

Lacey fell asleep on the sofa. She was leaning over with her head
on the arm and her mouth open. Not all the way. I could hear her
breathing. Chloe said I should wake her up. I said I didn't want
to. Chloe said she was supposed to be taking care of us. I was
the oldest. I should wake her up. I didn't want to yell at her or
touch her. I asked how? Chloe said I should kiss her. I said
what? She said that was how they always did it in stories. I
didn't want to do that either, but that seemed to be what you
were supposed to do to girls. I asked how you kissed someone with
her mouth open? Chloe said pick a lip. I picked the lower one, on
the side where her mouth wasn't open quiet so much. Lacey closed
her mouth some and kissed me back. I opened mine some to match
her. I felt her tongue on my lip. It was strange, but I tried not
to let it bother me.

Lacey

I dreamed Brett had me up against the wall and was kissing me. I
was in my little black dress. This time he had both arms around
me. My panties were down around one ankle, and the other dangled
in the air as he rammed it into me. Oh god yes. Give it to me.
This was why I wore high heels. Oh, er, um, this was strange. And
it hadn't been my idea this time. I woke up to Jacob kissing me.
He backed off when he saw that I was awake. Chloe said see, she
told him it would work. I asked what was going in? er, going on?
Chloe said I was asleep. I said oh.

I sat up on the sofa and thanked them for waking me. Maybe
next time they could just gently shake my arm, or call my name.
Jacob said okay. Chloe didn't look like she liked that idea.
Their parents got home after they were it bed. Their mother
looked at my stomach and asked how I was feeling? I think she
could see how much I had eaten. I didn't say anything. She didn't
look quite so self satisfied when her husband added a nice tip to
my fee.