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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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the story.


	The Baby-Sitter
  	     by Ann Douglas
                  Part One

	Scott Collins was your typical Spring
Valley teenager.  5’9” with short sandy brown
hair, the 17 year old had graduated last month in
the middle of his high school class.  Co-captain
of the swim team, his record had been enough to
get him a partial scholarship to State in the fall.
	With only part of his education costs
taken care of, a summer job was a must, just as
it had been for the last three years.  Scott was
lucky enough to have had a steady summer job
as a councilor at the local elementary school’s
day camp.  The only drawback was that
whatever he earned at that job was quickly
swallowed up by his college fund.
	Spending money for sports, dates and
such had to be earned through odd jobs on
weekends.  These usually took the form of yard
work, painting and minor house repairs, the
same sort of work the young men of Spring
Valley had done over the summer since their
father’s days.  Consequently, the competition for
these jobs were fierce.
	As he neared the end of his senior year,
Scott had racked his brain trying to come up
with a want ad for the local bulletin boards that
would make his services stand out more than
everyone else’s.  But try as he could, he couldn’t
really come up with one.  The honest truth was
that there were a lot of guys better at that kind
of work than he was.  He was looking at a bleak
summer.
	All that had changed last May when
Scott stopped by to visit Susie Kellerman as she
was baby-sitting one night.  It occurred to him
that she was making more than he ever did
breaking his back and doing a lot less in return.
In a  way, she wasn’t doing anything that he
didn’t do with his councilor’s job.  If he could
find a way to present it the right way, he could
do the same thing.  All he needed was to find the
right niche.
	Then it came to him.  Watching
newborns and toddlers was out of the question.
Even if he could convince parents that he could
be trusted with their care, that wasn’t something
he wanted to be responsible for.  No, he would
restrict his services to pre-teen and teenage boys.
It would be just like summer camp. In fact it
would be even better since inevitably the kids
went to bed soon after he got there.  All he
really had to do was be there in case the house
caught fire or anything like that.
	The idea took off like wildfire. What
young boy wanted some sissy girl to watch him
when they could have an older guy come over
and hang out.  It was like not having a
baby-sitter at all.
	Six weeks after he posted the notice,
Scott had done nine baby-sitting jobs.  Tonight
he was at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald.
It was the third time he’d sat for them, they
seemed to have a function to go to almost every
Friday night.  They were already his favorite
customers.
	The reason the Fitzgeralds were his
favorites were several.  First of all, they paid real
well. Even including a bonus, when like tonight,
they would be out until after midnight.
Secondly, their two sons were eight and ten,
well behaved and went right to bed when told.
Finally, they had cable television, a full
refrigerator and let him have full access to both.
	Putting his cold can of coke down next
to the bowl of popcorn, Scott played again with
the television’s remote control.  That was
another reason he loved the Fitzgerald house.
Not many people had a 60” projection television
- at least not in this town.
	“Damn, 77 channels and I can’t find
anything interesting.”  the young man said to
himself as his clicked past channel after channel.
	Scott was about to resign himself to
watching some old sitcom when he remembered
that the Fitzgeralds also had a rather good video
tape collection. He’d watched one on his first
time here.  Moving to the cabinet, he hoped
they’d gotten something new.
	By the time he’d gone though the third
draw, it was obvious they hadn’t. The fourth
draw had a lock on it and had been locked the
last time.  This time to his delight it had been left
open.
	“Jackpot!”  Scott exclaimed as he
opened the draw.
	His eyes opened wide as he saw the draw
was full of an assortment of adult movies.
Quickly he ran his fingers across the titles.
Taboo Sex, Asian Heat, Lesbian Lust, Anal
Delight. It was a young man’s dream.  Dared he
watch one?
	Scott glanced up at the clock, it was
quarter to twelve.  The Fitzgeralds weren’t due
back until at least twelve-thirty.  He could at
least watch a little of one.
	But which one?  He ran his fingers across
the boxes one more time until he came to an
unmarked one in the back. Intrigued, he chose
that one.  The box was plain black without any
label, the video inside was also umarked but it
was all white instead of the normal black.
	“Hey, if it was locked up it must be
good.”  he thought to himself as he pushed it
into the VCR and dropped back onto the couch.
	The giant television screen went black
for a few moments, time Scott took to glance up
at the stairway leading to the second floor.
Billy and Mark had been sound asleep for hours
and there was no reason to think they’d wake up
now.  Beside, you couldn’t see the screen from
the stairs.  If for some unknown reason they did
get up, he could hit the remote before they came
down the stairs.
	The dark screen suddenly came to life
with a view of a nondescript bedroom.  Scott’s
first impression was that it was a hotel room and
that the picture looked like it was originally
filmed with an old movie camera and then
transferred to video.  It had the same quality as
some of his parent’s home movies that had been
copied like that.
	Suddenly a tall long haired brunette
backed into the picture.  Her back was to the
camera and she was dressed in a pair of green
panties and bra.  The woman spread her legs and
shook her backside at the unseen cameraman.
Still hiding her face, she began to dance to some
music that began to play.  Scott didn’t recognize
the tune but it sounded pretty old.
	“This is pretty lame.”  Scott thought as
he watched for a few minutes.  He’s seen better
stuff on HBO and considered getting another
tape. Wondering at the same time why anyone
would have bothered saving such a film.
	He was about to hit the rewind button on
the remote when the brunette spun around and
lifted her hands to her ample breasts and shook
them as well.  The cameraman then zoomed in
for a tight shot of her bouncing boobs.
	“Well, enough of this.”  Scott remarked
as he placed his finger on the stop button.
	Suddenly the camera view moved up
from the woman’s generous endowments and
focused on her smiling face.  The remote fell
from Scott’s fingers as he stared in shock.
	“Holy shit!”  he whispered.
	He couldn’t believe it, but the
resemblance was unmistakable.  She was a lot
younger, thinner and the hair much longer, but
the woman on the screen was Diane Fitzgerald.
	“Oh wow.”  Scott said, his voice
returning as the poor quality image held his total
attention.
	The younger Diane began to bump and
grind more and more to the soft music of the
soundtrack, massaging her breasts as she moved.
Then with a flourish, she removed the skimpy
bra, exposing her nipples to the viewer.  The
camera moved in even closer as her fingers
played with her nipples, causing them to grow
stiff and hard.
	“This is great.”  Scott thought as he
rubbed his hand over the bulge in his pants, a
bulge that grew even larger.
	Watching intently, Scott guessed that
Mrs. Fitzgerald was in her early twenties in the
film, which would make it about twelve years
old.
	Soon the panties followed the bra,
revealing a dark hairy pussy.  The camera closed
on it for a close-up and then pulled out to a wide
view. Diane struck a pose which suggested she
was delighted in posing nude for the camera.
	With a wide smile on her face, she
reached down between her legs and parted her
cunt lips - exposing a small but excited citoris.
Agile fingers began to play with that as well.
	Not counting quick glimpses of his older
sister when he’d walked in on her, this was only
the third time he’d seen any woman he actually
knew naked.
	The first of course had been Debbie
Wilson, the girl he’d lost his virginity to on his
17th birthday.  Loosing his cherry to Debbie had
been no great accomplishment. The list of guys
who’d enjoyed Debbie’s charms grew every
weekend.
	The other had been his current girlfriend
Susie Kellerman.  So far, the most he’d gotten
from her was a quick handjob in the front seat of
his Dad’s car.  He kept trying to talk her into a
blowjob, but she kept insisting she wasn’t that
kind of girl. The one great plus of their nine
month old relationship was that Susie had a
really great set of tits and she was more than
willing to let him play with them.

	Onscreen, the little teleplay appeared to
be drawing to a close.  Diana was shaking her
whole body in time to the music and the
movements of her hand.  A look of bliss covered
her face and Scott quickly realized that she had
masturbated herself into an orgasm. Removing
her hand from the furry bush, she brought it up
to her mouth and licked her fingers.  In an
exaggerated gesture, she used her hand to blow
a kiss at the unseen cameraman.  The image
faded to black and Scott let out a loud sigh.
That tape had been pretty good after all.  What
he didn’t realize was that the best was yet to
come.
	After a few seconds, the screen came
alive again.  This time it was a sharp and clear
video image.  The naked woman in this new
feature was much more easily identifiable as
Diane Fitzgerald. Her hair was cut much shorter
and styled similar to the way she now wore it.
She was still a lot slimmer that the woman
who’d spent so much time giving him emergency
phone numbers a few short hours before. The
small date and time in the television corner read
03/10/85.
	This time the camera appeared to be
locked in a stationery position, a tight shot of
Diane’s head and shoulders filling the oversized
screen. Scott watched in fascination as her head
bobbed up and down, riding on the long thick
cock of an unidentified man.  With considerable
skill she let the saliva covered cock slip from her
mouth and ran her tongue up an down it’s
length.  Then with a broad smile she engulfed it
again.
	Scott couldn’t take it any longer, he
reached down and undid the zipper of his jeans.
He pulled down the elastic of his briefs and his
now rock hard cock popped free.  Never taking
his eyes away from the tableau in front of him,
he began to lightly stroke his cock.  Each gentle
touch send sparkling waves of delight up along
it’s length and throughout the rest of his body.
It took all of his willpower not to simply grab
hold of his eager cock and pump it to orgasm.
He knew if he did it would all be over in
seconds.
	Onscreen, it was quickly obvious that the
owner of that unidentified cock was about to
release his load under the rapid ministrations of
Diane’s talented mouth.  He could hear the
man’s low voice caught on the videotape.
	“I’m going to cum....”  he called out.
	Diane’s response was to push her head
all the way down and deep throat the pulsating
cock.  A much louder groan from the man told
Scott that he had indeed climaxed.  Even if it
hadn’t it was only a few seconds later that Diana
slid her head upward, her lips still tightly
wrapped against his manhood.  As she moved
she released her grip slightly and a large stream
of sticky while cum dripped down across her
chin.
	Diane obvious relished the taste as she
began to eagerly lick up every drop of the
precious fluid.  She rubbed her cheeks against
the still hard cock, smearing them with the sticky
residue.  Then, smiling for the camera, she
reached out with her tongue and licked her
cheeks clean.  What she couldn’t reach with her
tongue she scooped up with her finger and like a
child playing with a bowl of cake frosting, licked
that clean as well.
	“Shit, this can’t get any better.” Scott
thought as she finally gave in to temptation and
closed his fingers around an aching cock.
	He had just begun to gently pump it
when he found that once again he was wrong.
	The close up of Diane faded, this time to
be replaced by a much wider shot of the young
Mrs. Fitzgerald.  She was now down on all fours
still facing the camera lens.  Standing behind her,
his hands wrapped around her ass, was a tall
dark haired man.  From the way she kept
swaying back and forth, a motion matched by
the man, it quickly became obvious that she had
his cock buried deep inside her.
	 After a few moments, Scott finally
shifted his gaze from the delightful sight of
Diane’s large breasts bouncing in the air to the
face of the man who was bringing such a look of
pleasure to her smiling face.  There was
something about him but Scott just couldn’t
place him.  Remembering that the tape was over
a decade old caused him to apply a little
imagination and his features soon took on a
different aspect. His hair was now a salt and
pepper gray and he also wore a mustache and
beard, but there was no mistaking those deep
blue eyes.  It was Dr. Samuel Fitzgerald.
	The realization caused him to feel a little
stupid.  Of course it was Dr. Fitzgerald.  Did he
think the doctor would keep a video of someone
else fucking his wife.
	“Fuck me, oh baby fuck me!”  Diane
Fitzgerald called out as she slammed her body
against her husband’s cock again and again.
“Fuck me harder!”
	Scott was now jerking off frantically,
imagining he was the one fucking Diane.  It
wouldn’t be long before he exploded.  He was
trying to time his climax to that of the couple on
the giant TV.
	“Oh baby yes.”  he murmured as he
played with his cock. “Give me your hot pussy.”
	
	Scott and the Fitzgeralds were only
seconds from climax when the sound of a car
coming up the driveway filled the air. Swinging
around to pull up to the front door, the powerful
headlights momentarily illuminated the room.
	  Panic stricken, Scott dropped his cock
from his hand and quickly pulled up his shorts.
Grabbing the remote control, he frantically hit
the buttons until the forbidden image vanished
from the large screen.  Realizing there wasn’t
time to rewind the tape, he hit eject and quickly
grabbed it from the machine.
	The frightened teenager could hear
voices at the front door as he pushed the
normally locked draw of the video cabinet
closed.  Hopefully it would be a long time before
they looked at the tape and when they saw that it
wasn’t rewound they would never connect it
with their baby-sitter.


	Scott had just landed on the couch as the
front door swung open.  He tried to still his
racing heart and pretended to be absorbed by the
movie on the television. Slowly he stood up and
turned to face the new arrivals, then realized to
his horror  that despite his sudden fear, he still
had half a hard on.  Hopefully it would go
unnoticed.
	“I’m sorry we’re so late.”  Mrs.
Fitzgerald said as she stepped out of the foyer.
“We had some car trouble.”
	It was only then that Scott looked at the
wall clock and saw that it was almost ten after
one in the morning.  He’s been watching that
video for over an hour.
	“I hadn’t really noticed the time.” Scott
said as Dr. Fitzgerald stepped in behind his wife.
	Scott couldn’t help but imagine what the
30 something woman in front of him looked like
naked.  How would her body compare with the
younger version of herself that had just excited
him so.  He’d never really thought of women
that age as sexually attractive, but now strangely
found himself willing to trade a chance with
Sally for one with Diane.
	“Were the boys good?”  Diane Fitzgerald
asked innocently, unmindful of the lust filled
thoughts directed at her.
	“Oh they were great, as usual.”  Scott
replied.  “They went right to bed at 09:30 and I
haven’t heard a peep out of them since.”
	“I’ll just run up and check on them.” the
Doctor interjected as he headed for the stairs.
	“Good idea.”  Diane said as she stepped
toward Scott.
	“Oh shit.”  Scott thought, remembering
his semi-erect cock.  “Any closer and I’m going
to get a boner again.”
	Just then, Diane’s attention was
distracted by another woman’s voice from the
foyer.  She stopped in her step and turned her
head in that direction.
	“Diane, honey, you forgot your compact
in the car.”  said the tall blonde woman who
stepped into the room.
	“Thanks Christine.”  Diane said as she
reached out for the small plastic compact.
	Scott’s sudden new appreciation of older
women suddenly went into overdrive as he
looked at the new arrival.  Christine looked to be
about Diane’s age but had a body that could’ve
matched that on the old video.  In fact, wrapped
in a tight cocktail dress that looked like it had
been spray painted on, her breasts looked both
larger and about to pop out at any moment.
	“Oh Scott, let me introduce my little
sister.”  Diane said.  “She gave us a lift home
from the club.”
	“Nice to meet you.”  Christine said as she
walked over and extended her hand. “And for
the record, we’re only twenty minutes apart so
you can forget that little sister stuff.”
	So enthralled had the teenager been by
Christine’s prominent breasts, he’d totally
missed the fact that aside from the different hair
color the two woman had a family resemblance
that was unmistakable. They been born identical
twins but the years had made some changes in
their appearence and  Diana definitely now
carried around a few more pounds than
Christine.

	“The boys are fine, fast asleep.”  Dr.
Fitzgerald said as he came back down the stairs.
“Just let me get the keys to the wagon and I’ll run
you home, Scott.”
	“Are you sure that’s such a good idea,
sweetheart?”  Diane asked her husband.  “You’ve
had an awful lot to drink tonight.”
	“Nonsense, I’m fine.”  came his response.
	“Samuel.”  Diane said in a strong quiet
tone that said volumes, coupled with a powerful
stare.
	“Oh all right, I’ll call car service for him.” 
he replied.
	“I think that would be better.”  Diane
agreed.
	Scott just sort of stood there trying to be
inconspicuous when in reality he was checking out
the two sisters.  Diane was wearing a blue party
dress that accented breasts that Scott thought
were even bigger than he’d seen in the video.  He
knew Diane belonged to the local health club but
she never really got back the figure that she’d had
before her pregnancies.  Christine on the other
hand had kept the same form she’d had since their
high school days.  Scott was again worrying about
getting hard as he wondered what she would look
like in a video
like Diane’s.
	“They say it’ll be at least an hour before
they can get a car over here.”  Sam said as he put
down the phone.  “I guess that’s one of the
drawbacks of living outside of town.”
	“Then tell them to forget it.”  Christine
offered.  “I’ll drop Scott off on my way back
home.”
	“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much
trouble, Sis.”  Diane asked.  “He lives on the far
side of town, not really near your new house.”
	“Not at all.  How long could it take at this
time of night.” Christine countered with a smile.
“It’s silly for him to sit around for another hour
waiting for a ride.”
	“Fine, its settled then.”  Sam Fitzgerald
said as he reached into his jacket for his wallet so
he could pay Scott.
	“Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald.”  Scott said as he
took the money, even though he was more
interested in watching the two sisters out of the
corner of his eye.
	  They were exchanging hugs and kisses
and for a fleeting moment, Scott wondered if they
ever did anything together.  He had always heard
stories about sisters and such but never actually
knew anyone who knew it for a fact. The thought
passed quickly as Christine gave Sam a quick hug
and kiss on the cheek.
	Scott followed her out the door after
saying goodnight to the Fitzgeralds once more. 
He couldn’t help noticing that Christine had a
really tight ass as she walked in front of him.


	Stepping out into the clear warm night,
Christine walked over to a baby blue Cadillac
convertible parked in the circular driveway.  The
car had to be at least 40 years old and in mint
condition. Scott respectfully stepped up to the
highly polished fender and ran his hand across the
metal.
	“This is one awesome car.”  He said, now
paying more attention to the machine than female
anatomy.
	“My ex-husband’s pride and joy.” 
Christine said with a touch of triumph in her
voice.  “I sometimes think he cared more about
this car than me.  That’s one of the reasons I
enjoyed taking it as part of the settlement so
much.”
	Scott didn’t really hear what she said, he
was too totally wrapped up in the engineering
marvel next to him.  This car had magic.  If he
could take Suzie out in a car like this instead of
his father’s old Sentra, there’d be no problem
getting her to put out.
	“I wish, just once, I could drive a car like
this.”  he mused outloud.
	“Sure, why not.”  Christine said.
	“What?”  Scott looked up.
	“I said, sure, why not.”  Christine
repeated.
	Scott was sure she was joking until she
removed the keys from her small purse and tossed
them to him.  Even then, he couldn’t believe she
was actually going to let him drive a car so
valuable.
	“My husband kept this garaged for most of
the year, taking it out only for special occasions.”
she said as she walked around to the passenger
side. “Me, I think a car is meant to be used.  What
use is a thing of beauty if no one ever gets to see
it.”
	Scott quickly snapped out of his disbelief
and sprinted to the passenger door and opened it 
for her.
	“Why thank you.  It’s nice to see a young
man with manners.”  Christine remarked as she
slid into the leather covered seat, giving Scott a
good view of her long slender legs.
	Closing the door, he stood there for a
second, admiring both her legs and breasts which
he could now see from above.  He wasn’t sure
which was more impressive, the woman or the
car.  Her ex-husband must’ve been a real jerk to
have lost both.
	“Well hop in and lets go.”  Christine
smiled.
	Scott literally ran to the other side of the
car and jumped in behind the wheel.  The eight
cylinder engine roared to life and they sped down
the driveway.

	On the way back to town, Scott learned a
little about Christine Carey, or CC as she was
know to her friends.  She had grown up in Spring
Valley but had moved away after college, which
explained why Scott had never heard of Mrs.
Fitzgerald having a sister, much less a twin.  She’d
married an older man, some sort of investment
banker when she was 25.  The marriage had gone
sour and ended in a divorce a little over a year
before.  After traveling awhile, she’d decided to
come back to her roots and moved back to town. 
In fact, she had just closed on the old Miller place
the previous week.
	“The house needs some major work, but I
think that’s the most interesting thing about it.”
Christine was saying.  “I’m looking forward to
renovating it.  And the best part is that old Mr.
Moneybags, my ex,  is paying for it.”
	“Wow, you must’ve had some lawyer.”
Scott remarked.
	“No, not really.”  Christine replied.  “In
fact he never even contested the settlement.  He
just signed it and that was that.”
	“I don’t understand.”  Scott said.
	“Well I’m not really supposed to say
anything, that was one of the points in the
settlement. But what the hell, he’s four thousand
miles from here and who are you going to tell.” 
she laughed.
	Christine had his full attention, this was
interesting.
	“It seems that in addition to his interests in
money and old cars, my husband also had an
somewhat keen interest in young men.  Not a bad
interest I’ll grant you, but one which his fellow
business associates really wouldn’t understand. So
rather than go through a lengthy and somewhat
public divorce proceedings, I asked and he gave. 
It was as simple as that.”
	Scott had to surpress a shudder.  What
kind of man would prefer a guy to the hot woman
sitting beside him.
	
	“Is that the road out towards the
reservoir?” Christine asked as she pointed to a
turnoff and changed the subject.
	“Yes it is.”
	“Would you mind taking the long way
around, I used to love going out there when I was
younger.  That is if your not in a hurry to get
home?”
	The fact that is was already one thirty in
the morning never entered Scott’s mind.  He
immediately said OK.
	
	A bright full moon reflected in the still
waters of the reservoir as they turned onto the
road that ran around it.  Going this way was going
to add at least a half hour to the trip home but
Scott couldn’t care less.  The longer he spent with
Christine the better.  He found her directness
fascinating.
	Cruising along at a slow speed, they soon
passed two cars parked by the water’s edge.  They
were apart a thousand feet apart and the
occupants of neither gave notice of the Caddie
passing by.
	“Is this still the major make-out point that
I remember it to be?”  Christine abruptly turned
and asked as the two cars faded in the distance.
	“Er...yes.”  Scott answered, taken of guard
by the question.
	If they’d been passing by twenty-four
hours from now, those two cars would be
multiplied a dozen fold.
	“It’s nice to see that some things don’t
change.”  Christine mused.  “There’s something to
be said for tradition after all.”
	Scott just agreed with a noncommittal
response.	   	
	“Have you ever brought a date out here?”
Christine asked.
	Taken aback, Scott turned and looked at
the older woman.  He was unquestionably not
used to someone of her age talking to him like
that.
	“Yeh, a few times.”  he quietly answered.
	In truth, it was here that he’d gone with
Debbie Wilson on his birthday and would be back
here tomorrow night with Susie.
	“I thought as much.”  Christine smiled.  “I
think that at some time or another, every guy and
girl from Spring Valley comes up here.  They used
to call this place the cherry grove because more
kids lost their virginity up here than any place in
the county.”
	Scott turned and looked at her again.  he
just couldn’t believe the things she was saying.  If
she noticed the look on his face, she had no
reaction.
	“Make a right turn over there.”  the blonde
woman said as she pointed to a small path next to
a maintenance shed.  “I want to show you
something.”


	


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