The Babysitter, Chapter 1

by Jeneee

As Brit works on the next chapter of Meet Brit (wink, wink) I thought I'd start to post another story I have been working on for a while. Hope you enjoy it, and I'll make sure Brit doesn't keep you waiting too long for chapter six ;)

Carrie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror after she got out of the shower. She liked what she saw, even though she had put on a few pounds since the birth of her second daughter just over five years ago. Her tummy was not as tight as it used to be but the workouts at the gym were beginning to take effect and she was looking better and better every month. She reached up and cupped her still wet and shiny boobs in her hands, jiggling them slightly and pinching her nipples which were still a bit puffy from her hot shower. She giggled as she watched them start to crinkle and then harden into the long, firm points that she so loved to caress. They were super-sensitive and always had been even when she was a little girl wearing her first training bra. Her mother had made her start wearing one when she was only nine because her nipples made a point of displaying themselves quite prominently through the colourful tee-shirts that she loved to wear. A real point, she giggled, as she remembered the stares she attracted at school from other girls in her class who were undoubtedly jealous, and also from the older boys in classes a few years ahead of her. She loved the attention she was paid by the older boys which she knew made the girls in her class even more jealous of her.

However, her mom was a bit of a prude when it came to anything remotely connected to sex and Carrie vowed she would be the complete opposite with her own girls. She also laughed at the memory of her nipples still being visible through her clothes even when she was wearing a training bra. So there, Mom, she giggled, sticking her tongue out at her reflection in the mirror. Her oldest girl, Maggie, who was nine, was developing in the same way she did and was already wearing a training bra, not because Carrie wanted her to hide her nipples but because Maggie had asked for one because it made her feel proud that she was growing up already. She'd seen her mother's breasts many times of course and had even tweaked her nipples playfully when they played together saying she hoped she was going to be just like her mommy. And yes, Carrie was also proud of the way her sweet little girl was developing. She'd even brought her a thong which she loved to wear because it showed off her beautiful butt when she wore tight shorts.

Reaching for a towel, Carrie wrapped it around her damp, dark brown hair and then grabbed another to dry off her body. She didn't have much time to get ready so she had to get a move on. She wasn't really looking forward to tonight but felt she had to attend the small party at work that her boss was throwing for a co-worker who was retiring. She'd never gotten along with this woman -- actually she thought she was a real bitch -- but for appearances sake she felt she had to go.

The other problem she'd had was finding a babysitter for the evening. The regular older lady she used wasn't available that night but she'd been able to recommend a younger friend of hers who would be happy to fill in for her. Carrie was always wary of having someone new look after Maggie and Martha but this time she had no choice but to take a chance with this lady and hope that the girls would take a liking to her and not act up. They weren't really hard to manage though, and in fact they seemed to get along well with strangers -- they tended to be a bit flirty at times, she smiled to herself -- so she wasn't too worried.

Carrie quickly finished drying herself, blow-dried her hair and put on a little make-up, without overdoing it, and went into her bedroom to get dressed. She hooked on her bra and adjusted her breasts, slipped on some panties and tried to decide what to wear. Nothing too fancy, she thought, and selected a flared green skirt which was not overly short - it came to just above her knees - and a white blouse which was not too transparent but through which her bra was still visible. Pulling on a pair of comfortable fairly plain black shoes she decided to go without pantyhose or stockings. Her legs were in pretty good shape from her workouts anyway so she had no need for them. Besides, it was a warm summer evening and knowing her stingy boss, she'd probably have the air-conditioning barely working.

Checking her watch she realized the babysitter would be there any minute so she went downstairs, where she could hear her girls giggling, to make sure she had some refreshments available for -- what was her name? -- oh, yes, Jennifer, she remembered. Her daughters were spread out on the couch in the family room playing one of their video games. She'd told them to change from their school clothes but noticed that even though Martha had - she was now wearing a pair of baggy white shorts and red tube top - Maggie was still wearing the skirt and blouse that she'd worn to school that day. And in her usual immodest fashion she was sitting with her long, slim legs widely spread, skirt up around her hips, clicking madly away on the remote of the video game in which both of them were engrossed. Her cute pink panties had been thrust tightly against her prominent vulva by the position she was in and Carrie wondered just how careless her older daughter was at school with her deportment.

Sitting beside her on the couch, Martha's shorts were so baggy that her white panties were also on display at times as she wriggled around trying to compete with her sister in whatever game it was they were playing. My two little exhibitionists, Carrie laughed to herself. But it didn't really bother her -- they were all pretty open at home anyway, and often ran around in just their panties, or sometimes even naked, full of girlish giggles, even wrestling with each other, mostly in fun but once in a while it did get a bit serious if Maggie was in one of her bossy moods. One time she'd even pulled Martha's panties down to her knees as she lay across her lap and then spanked the poor little girl until her cheeks were quite red. Carrie had heard the screaming and had come running in to scold Maggie, forcing her to apologise to her sister. In her precocious way she did that by stroking the tearful Martha's soft pink cheeks and then bending down to kiss them, one by one, evoking all sorts of giggles from both of them as they quickly made up. Then, to Carrie's surprise, Maggie lifted up her little sister, sitting her on her lap, and gave her such a sweet kiss right on her lips that Martha threw her arms around her big sister and hugged her tightly, returning the kiss with no shame. Carrie watched in disbelief as her daughters French kissed in front of her, and then gasped as Maggie's right hand snaked slowly down between Martha's naked thighs and caressed the little girl's puffy slit as the two of them tried to suppress giggles as they continued to kiss.

Carrie couldn't tear her eyes away from this spectacle, which the girls were obviously putting on for her benefit, and found herself dampening at the realization that this was not the first time they'd played together this way. She already knew by then that Maggie had discovered masturbation and had even explained to her that it was normal, and had even watched her daughter as she spread her luscious lips and played with her pussy in front of her mom who'd been completely surprised at the amount of juices that flowed from the young girl's tender swollen pussy as she'd moved in for a closer look. She'd at first resisted the temptation to help her little girl who seemed to know instinctively where to touch to make it feel good. As the fragrance of Maggie's arousal filled the room Carrie couldn't help but become aroused herself and after her daughter had orgasmed and quickly fallen asleep, she'd rubbed herself vigorously and exploded in short order, marvelling at the uninhibited behaviour of her sweet girl, the vision of her widely spread soaking wet pussy firmly planted in her mind.

Since then she and her girls had become a lot closer but the memory of what had happened that night flashed through Carrie's mind as she stared at her daughters spreading themselves in front of her, and she knew they were deliberately being flirty for her benefit. But then the doorbell rang, suddenly tearing her away from her thoughts, as both girls jumped up, dropping their remotes and screaming "She's here, Mommy."

They ran excitedly to the front door, quickly followed by Carrie, and opened it wide to welcome their visitor.

"Hi. I'm Jennifer. I'm here to babysit," the lady told them. "And you must be the two little girls I'm going to look after tonight," she smiled at them and then looked up at Carrie and reached out her hand. Carrie shook hands with Jennifer, introducing herself, and motioned for her to come in. As Maggie and Martha led the way, Carrie followed Jennifer down the hallway noticing right away how attractive she was. Short blonde hair in a pixie cut, a cute turned up nose and sparkling blue eyes were features that immediately caught her attention, as did the curvy butt that swayed sensually in the tight blue pants that clung delightfully to her as she followed the girls into the family room.

"So, what are your names?" Jennifer asked, as both girls plunked themselves down on the couch once more.

"I'm Maggie, and she's..." Maggie started to reply.

"And I'm Martha," chimed in the younger girl, interrupting her older sister.

"Well, you're both so pretty," Jennifer smiled. "And I just love your long, blonde hair," she added, and then looking over at Carrie she added, "You must look like your daddy because your mom's hair is a lot darker." Neither girl had ever seen their father, except in pictures, so they both just nodded, looking at each other and shrugging.

"Yes, he was just as blonde," explained Carrie, "but he's been gone for a long time now."

Carrie then quickly showed Jennifer the kitchen and the snacks she'd laid out for her and the girls to have before bedtime, showed her where the washroom was and what time Maggie and Martha should have their baths and go to bed, and then gave her cell phone number to her in case she needed to get in touch during the evening.

"And don't let them boss you around," she added, laughing as the girls groaned at their mom in unison.

Then, kissing her daughters goodnight and telling them to be good little girls, she left them alone with Jennifer, winking slyly at her as she wished her good luck.

To be continued...