"Seriously, I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a babysitter to stay here anymore. You go to your party, or dinner or whatever and I'll stay here." Jared groaned at his parents while idly combing his fingers through his short blonde hair.
"Then consider yourself grounded, and she's a house sitter." His father retorted unwilling to negotiate that point as he adjusted his cufflinks and then tightened his tie slightly checking his reflection in the window. He was a handsome man, for a man in his mid forties and he could see much of himself in Jared. In fact his son who'd just turned eighteen the week before bore an almost startling resemblance to his father at that age. Mr. Fletcher glanced around the room.
"Grounded? You're kidding right? You're going to ground me?" Jared asked almost in disbelief. Eighteen year olds were subject to such petty forms of punishment as grounding or spankings. This was absurd. "You can't ground me!"
Mr. Fletcher stepped towards his son who was still about an inch shorter than his father and easily more slender dropping his voice several octaves as he spoke. "You're right, I can't ground you. What I can do is charge you rent, how's six hundred dollars a month sound? Then I can charge you for the damages your little party caused when I left you alone last year. My house, my rules."
The party had gotten out of control but that was partially because his parents had left him alone for an entire weekend, not one night. A party that lasted nearly thirty six hours of beer, pizza and teenagers. . .to say that it had left the house a wreck was one of the understatements of the century. A half dozen of his friends had stayed to help, and they'd pitched in to have a professional steam cleaner come in and the house was still in shambles when his parents arrived. That hadn't been the first time either, just the worst. "Do I make myself clear Jared?" The boy looked up at his father then nodded his head, leaving it lowered as he backed away. "Good, I'm glad we had this talk. Hun! If we don't hurry up we're going to be late!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sarah strode into the room wearing a knee length red dress that nearly matched the color of her hair and really brought out her freckles. Tanned legs flowed down from the dress into a pair of sensibly low heels but still high enough to bring out the beauty of her toned calves. Even though she was well into her forties Sarah was still attractive, the crow's feet around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes did more to give her character than to detract from her beauty and while she no longer possessed the near perfect figure she'd had as a girl she still had a physique few could complain about. "Is the sitter here?"
"Not yet, she called and said she'd be running life five minutes late. I told her to make sure that Jared stays in the house and behaves himself." Mr. Fletcher responded.
"She's late!"
"Relax honey, I already told her she's skating on thin ice and she'll be here soon. I think Jared can be trusted not to tear the house down in the next five minutes though" Sarah nodded and picked up her purse kissing her son on the cheek and making him promise to be good. "You heard her son, don't cause Nikki any problems."
Mr. Fletcher opened the door to leave and found a woman standing at the door one hand preparing to knock and an oddly surprised look on her face. She stood about five and a half feet, maybe a bit less and a nearly perfect combination of tits and ass stretching her red tee shirt and jeans nearly to their burst limits. Her brown hair was tucked up into a blue and white Seattle Mariners cap but a few strands fought their way free to frame her face. Her skin was the color of dark honey and which her perfume faintly smelled like. "Sorry I'm late." She managed while clutching to her backpack.
"I don't have time to discuss punctuality with you right now Nikki, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, there's twenty bucks to order a pizza with. Jared has school in the morning so he needs to be asleep by midnight." Mr. Fletcher said as he squeezed past the young woman and into the hallway. "Just make sure he behaves."
