The first time Jennifer came over, I thought nothing of it. I was eighteen, moving quickly towards independence, and frankly, not the least bit concerned that my parents didn't trust me enough to watch over my seven year old brother. I don't blame them, because aside from occasionally doing some homework, all I ever did was play video games, listen to heavy metal, and read comics. It's not that they didn't think I was a total hellian, it was just this issue of responsibility that seemed to convince them to shell out the money to hire someone "more capable of getting Randy to bed on time." At least when any babysitter came over, they left the explicit instructions to leave me alone unless I turned the music up to loud or if smoke was coming from my room. So during Jennifer's first visit, a night my parents went to the movies and then to dinner at the new Italian place downtown, I never once emerged from behind my locked door. I just sat there and played video games and watched TV. I didn't hear much from the rest of the house, except for Jennifer yelling out to Randy that it was lights out.
Her second visit was exactly two weeks later and this time I actually had to meet her. I had accidentally left my door cracked and my mom had pushed it open and announced that it was time I met Jennifer. Although I disagreed, Jennifer appeared right behind her and smiled. An average girl, I remember thinking. A senior in high school, she had long brown hair and soft, brown eyes, but she wasn't a knock-out. Her breasts were big, though, and I also remember her kind of catching me staring at them as my mom formerly introduced us.
"Hi," I said bleakly, trying to play uninterested.
"Hi," she responded, "If you need anything tonight just ask."
And that was that.
It was the third visit I'll never forget. This was the time my parents were going to dinner and theater and had actually set a bedtime for me. They said it would be after one before the came back, and by then, they proclaimed that I was to be in bed with the lights out.
I was playing one of my favorite games that night when I heard a tremendous rumble echo through the house. So for once, I left my bedroom to see what was going on. I walked into the living room to find Jennifer on top of Randy pinning him to the ground, both laughing.
"I told you I'd catch you!" she laughed, "Bedtime."
"Okay, okay," Randy gave in.
That's when she noticed me.
"Hi," she said, her expression a surprised one, "I didn't expect to see you tonight."
"I just heard all the noise," I shrugged.
"Oh," Jennifer answered, "I didn't mean to bother you, your baby brother here is impossible to get to bed."
"I'm not a baby!" Randy objected.
"Fine," Jennifer smiled, "Then be a big boy and go to bed by yourself."
Randy huffed, but agreed. And soon, I was back in my room again playing video games. It was a little after eleven when there was a soft knock on my door.
I opened it and there stood Jennifer, her breasts looking bigger than ever behind her plain, blue tee shirt.
"Hey," she said, "Not to bug you, but please be in bed when your parents come home, okay?"
I smirked but nodded. Fair enough.
"Don't make me wrestle you down, too," she said with a smile. I laughed softly.
"Fat chance," I retorted as she turned to walk away.
"Fat chance of what?" she turned around and asked, "Of you being in bed or me wrestling you down?"
