The Babysitter, Chapter Two

by Jeneee

Please make sure you have read the first chapter so you know what's going on in the story. Oh, and Brit's making good progress with chapter six of her story ;)

Jennifer found herself wondering about the meaning of the wink Carrie had given her as she left, but soon dismissed it from her mind as she settled comfortably in an armchair across from the couch where Maggie and Martha had plunked themselves to resume their video game. She picked up a fashion magazine from the small rack beside her and started thumbing through it. This issue seemed to be dedicated to young fashion and Jennifer assumed Carrie had picked it up to get some ideas about what clothing was in vogue that might suit her daughters. As she scanned through the photographs of the young models she couldn't help marvel at their beauty and the implied sexuality used by the fashion industry to sell their product.

She had to admit that some of the poses used, particularly when showing swim suits and other sportswear, were downright arousing especially when combined with the sly expressions on the young model's cute faces. Jennifer glanced up at her two charges and sub-consciously imagined them wearing some of the outfits being promoted. Maggie had resumed her carefree position on the couch, long legs spread, skirt high enough on her thighs so that her pink panties were once again on display as she playfully clicked her video game remote, squirming around and giggling, battling for control of whatever game it was they were playing. Jennifer momentarily found herself unable to tear her eyes away from between the young girl's legs, but finally forced herself to look back at the magazine and turn to the next page, only to find it covered in photographs of models promoting all kinds of underwear.

Panties of all colours were featured, with young girls, some with hands on their hips, some with arms folded across undeveloped chests, smiling at the camera, completely unconcerned to be seen in nothing but their undies. A couple even wore thongs and several wore matching training bras. Included in the promotional feature were a few close-ups, showing the snugness of the fit against plump vulvas with pretty pictures of pussy cats, hearts or even short phrases such as 'I Love You' or even 'Kiss Me' emblazoned suggestively over the young girl's pubic mounds. A few photographs, shot from the back, pictured the tight fit of the panties over the models' bottoms, some even creeping seductively between firm cheeks revealing the lower halves of their beautiful butts in all their naked glory. Jennifer found herself squeezing her thighs together as she gazed at the two colourful pages in front of her, feeling the dampness starting to creep into her own panties.

She was so engrossed in the magazine that she hadn't noticed Maggie and Martha had stopped their game and were looking curiously at her.

"You like looking at mommy's magazine?" Maggie asked, putting down her remote and drawing her legs up so that her heels were now resting on the couch. The effect this had was to tighten the material of her panties against her young pussy so that it now pouted prominently from between her slim thighs, the indentation of her little slit plainly visible, once again drawing Jennifer's eyes like a magnet. Martha giggled as she too placed her remote on the table and leaned against the back of the couch, her baggy shorts now positioned in such a way that Jennifer could also see her panties showing through one of the wide open legs.

"Mommy bought it so that she could see the kind of clothes she might get for us," Martha explained. "Right Maggie?" she prompted her sister, who grinned and nodded. "So, do you like it?" Martha persisted.

"Y...yes," Jennifer replied, gulping a little, suddenly recalling Carrie's 'don't let them boss you around' advice. "There are some pretty outfits in here," she added, recovering herself quickly as she closed the magazine and replaced it in the rack.

"And some pretty girls, too," chimed in Maggie, winking sideways at her sister who suddenly jumped up from the couch and twirled around in front of Jennifer. "Do you think we are pretty enough to be models?" she asked, coming to a standstill with her hands resting seductively on tilted hips. Before she could answer, Maggie joined her younger sister and posed with one foot on the coffee table, one arm raised so that her hand rested behind her head and the other delicately poised on her hip.

"So, which one of us do you think would make the best model," she challenged Jennifer who was now finding herself struggling for a diplomatic answer. She looked back and forth between both girls whom she had to admit were very pretty, and immediately found herself picturing both of them posing sensually for the magazine.

She smiled. "Well, I think you are both great and if I had a camera here now I'd love to take pictures of you so we could see which of you would make the best model for the magazine," she answered, pleased that she hadn't been forced to make a decision and more than likely offend one of them.

Maggie clapped her hands and grinned. "Mommy's got a camera. We could use that," she told Jennifer as Martha jumped up and down excitedly. Jennifer groaned, now feeling trapped once more.

"But we still couldn't see the pictures," she told them, once again feeling a little relieved.

"But we could pretend, couldn't we?" Martha said, looking back and forth between her sister and Jennifer.

"Yeah, let's," giggled Maggie, turning around and running out of the room before Jennifer could stop her. "I know where it is," she cried over her shoulder as she left.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun, isn't it?" Martha said, clapping her hands together as she jumped up and down once again. Then she stopped, a frown creasing on her pretty face. "But I can't wear these old clothes. They're not like what models wear. Oh, I know," she suddenly grinned again. "I can be like one of those girls modeling their undies." And before Jennifer could stop her she unfastened the button on the waistband of her baggy white shorts and tugged them down, stepping out of them and throwing them onto the couch. That was quickly followed by her tube top which she pulled over her head, tossing it to join her shorts, and then straightening her long, blonde hair so that it fell neatly down behind her back.

"Now what do you think?" she asked, pulling up on the waist of her panties so they snugged against her and twirling around in a full circle for Jennifer. She looks adorable, Jennifer thought to herself; and she knows it, too, the little devil. And she's only five!

At that moment Maggie returned with a camera in her hands and stared at her little sister. "What did you strip for, you show-off?" she taunted. "My panties are sexier than yours." And she lifted up her skirt and flashed me, adding, "So you can take pictures of mine, too, Jennifer." And she stuck her tongue out at her sister.

"Now, now, girls. Be nice to each other. This isn't a competition and you're both equally pretty as I've already told you. Models do have to work together sometimes, you know. I saw some in that magazine posing together and they looked like they were enjoying themselves so you've got to as well. Otherwise, I'm not taking any pictures, even if we are just pretending," she added, smiling and trying to take control of the situation before things got out of hand. "Okay?" Both girls looked at each other and nodded. "Great. Now give each other a hug and let's get started," Jennifer told them, reaching out to take the camera from Maggie as the sisters tentatively put their arms around each other's waists, then giggled, and finally hugged tightly.

For the next few minutes the girls hammed it up in front of the camera as Jennifer pretended to take picture after picture, some of them individually where they each tried to outdo the other, as was to be expected, and several of them posing together where they either leaned on each other side by side, or even back to back with their cute butts almost touching, although Maggie's was just a little above Martha's since she was slightly taller. In some of the individual shots they really started to clown around for the camera, Martha for instance grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling it out from the sides, or even lowering it a little to reveal her tummy and once even the top of her little girl mound. Maggie giggled as her little sister got even more daring and pulled her panties up tightly against her pussy so that they slipped between her labia - forcing them to pout plumply out on either side of the material - and then to disappear between her cheeks from the back.

Not to be outdone, Maggie soon followed suit, although it was a bit more difficult for her since she needed one hand to hold up her skirt. Things continued to heat up when they posed together again as Martha started to unbutton Maggie's white blouse, slowly, one button at a time until it was completely undone, pulling it open to reveal her cute training bra. "Now you can take pictures of her in her undies too," Martha giggled as she tugged her sister's blouse completely off of her and unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and pink panties.

As the two of them posed even more and more suggestively time passed rapidly and Jennifer found herself becoming more and more aroused by these two cute little devils who now seemed to be just putting on a show for her benefit. Martha even playfully grabbed her sister's panties and did the same thing with them that she'd done with her own. But even that wasn't enough for her and Jennifer gasped when the little girl stood behind Maggie and slipped her hands up inside her sister's training bra, brazenly feeling her developing boobs and then lifting up the two triangular pieces of material to reveal two beautiful puffy, pink nipples. "Take a picture of that, I dare you," she giggled as Maggie smiled and half-heartedly tried to tug her bra down again.

Jennifer joined in the fun and continued her pretend shooting session, laughing as she moved in for a close-up picture, watching intently as Martha started squeezing her sister's nipples until they became two pretty pink points. But what came next blew Jennifer's mind. Martha whirled around in front of Maggie and quickly leaned in to kiss one of her nipples, sucking on it as her sister grasped the back of her head and held her tightly against her chest, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling. This was starting to get out of control now, Jennifer thought, and even though she was becoming more and more aroused by what these two little devils were doing, and wondered just how far they would carry it, she nevertheless called a halt to it, explaining that she'd just run out of film. She also thought that this couldn't be the first time the girls had fooled around like this and wondered what role their mother had played, if any, in helping them to develop such an uninhibited nature.

To a chorus of 'awww's' and 'but we were having so much fun' and 'but there is no film in the camera, silly, we're pretending, remember?' the girls pouted and slumped down onto the couch once more.

"Weren't you having fun, too?" Martha asked, looking sadly at Jennifer, so much so that she almost relented.

"Yes, I was," she admitted honestly. "And you are both great models," she added, praising them, "but it's getting late now and we should really think about getting you ready for bed."

"Well, I gotta go pee," Maggie announced grumpily, and left the family room to head for the bathroom leaving Jennifer and Martha alone. Martha, who looked like she was about to cry, moved from the couch and plunked herself down on Jennifer's lap.

"Do you really think we are good models then," she asked, wrapping her arms around Jennifer's neck as she peered into her eyes. "You think we could be in that magazine too?"

Jennifer smiled at Martha and kissed the tip of her nose, causing the little girl to giggle once more. She really was a little sweetheart, Jennifer thought to herself, hugging her tightly against her, feeling the warmth of her almost naked little body as it pressed against her. "Yes, sweetie, I don't see why you and Maggie can't be just as good as those girls in that magazine.

Martha leaned up and kissed Jennifer on her nose this time, giggling once more and squirming around in her lap to try to get more comfortable. "I really like you, Jennifer," she said. "You're so much more fun than that old lady that Mommy usually gets to sit with us when she goes out. Do you think you could keep sitting for us instead?" she asked, hopefully.

"I don't know, honey, but maybe you can ask your mommy when she gets home."

"Yay, I will, I will," Martha exclaimed excitedly and to Jennifer's surprise the little girl tightened her grip around her neck and planted a soft kiss directly on her lips. And didn't pull away. Instinctively Jennifer felt herself returning the kiss and pretty soon automatically opened her mouth, as did Martha, causing their tongues to flick softly against each other. The intensity of their kiss grew until they were wrapped up in each other, like passionate lovers. Jennifer realized she was necking with a sweet five year old girl but couldn't bring herself to stop. The arousal she had felt earlier during their pretend shoot as the girls caroused with each other had returned in spades and her hand began to caress the soft, warm little body squirming in her lap, stroking her smooth skin, working its way slowly down her body, cupping the firm cheeks through the back of her panties, then sliding inside, feeling the warmth, tracing a path between the little girl's legs until it rested on her plump pussy, and then, not content with resting there, fingering between her firm puffy lips, feeling the moisture starting to flow from within the secret depths of her young vagina.

And then, "Well, isn't this a pretty sight."

Carrie had arrived home.

To be continued...