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

	The Baby-Sitter
	    Part One
  	     by Ann Douglas

	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.
	

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