"A
baby sitter?!?!?
Dad, are you fucking
serious?!?!?"
Albert stared hard at Chrissy and replied, "With you two? After that party last winter where you drained my liquor cabinet? Absolutely!
"But also understand something. It's Mike. He's been very lonesome these past few months without his wife. Splitting up is REALLY tough. Please try to understand. Not only do I want him keeping an eye on you, but I also want him to be around people."
Chrissy, 23, a raven-haired Italian girl with a perfect 5'8", 130 lb. body, smooth tan skin from her time out in the sun, 34C breasts, beautiful round brown eyes and full, pouting lips, stopped complaining. "Oh, Mike. He's cool. Even though he's old... er," she said with a laugh, "he likes our music and doesn't treat us like kids. He's okay."
Vicki, at 20 a virtual carbon-copy of her sister, except a couple of inches shorter and 15 lbs. lighter, agreed. "I could deal with Mike being here for two weeks. He doesn't hassle us. I even LIKE hanging out with him. Don't worry, Dad, we'll treat him right!"
"Right, then it's settled. He'll be here in a few minutes. Remember, girls, he's in charge. You treat him like he's the king of the castle, or so help me I'll ground you two into the next lifetime. Understand?"
Both girls snapped to attention and saluted their father.
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As I was driving over that Saturday afternoon, I of course knew nothing about any of this. All I knew was that Albert and Nancy were going on a Mediterranean cruise -- a milestone anniversary, I think -- and had asked me if I would house-sit and mind their daughters while they were gone. I didn't mind. Since my divorce this past winter, I really didn't have anything better to do. We hadn't cheated on each other. We didn't have any financial issues. We'd just grown apart and fallen out of love with each other. It happens sometimes. We'd parted as friends.
Except to go shopping, I'd barely left the house these seven months. But it was now summer and Albert and Nancy decided I needed to put myself amongst the living again.
At 55, I was still in pretty good shape. 5'10, 175 lbs. of lean muscle -- I still lifted my weights and went to the gym -- and thick salt-and-pepper hair. Nancy had said something about how she was going to fix me up with some of her divorced friends when I told her I was ready. I wasn't ready yet.
I'd always gotten along well with Chrissy and Vicki. I'd known them practically from the cradle. I played in a band and, to the girls' delight, sometimes even played their song suggestions. I didn't have any children, so I doted on them as if they were my own. They would kid me as they were growing up about all the baby-sitting money they missed out on.
I arrived at their house. Albert gave me the various instructions and phone numbers in case I needed any help. The girls arrived -- they were both wet from having just taken a dip in the pool, so they refrained from hugging me even though that was their standard greeting -- and were told once again, firmly, "Mike rules this roost for the next two weeks. He says 'Jump', your answer is 'How high?' Cook for him -- these two
love
to cook! -- and make him happy. My house is his house, right?" The girls smiled and nodded, then brought my bags up to the guest room. Satisfied, Albert and Nancy loaded up their luggage in the cab and were on their way.
Chrissy came down and asked, "Look, Mike, I have my job to go to during the week and Vicki is taking summer classes at the local college. Since the rest of the time we're practically under house arrest, is it okay if we have friends come over? We won't be loud. The liquor cabinet is locked now, so I don't know what Dad's so bent out of shape about. You can hang out with us too if you like. We
want
you around. You're like the cool parent -- even though you weren't actually one."
I nodded. "I'm probably going to be boring as hell while I'm here. I'll probably spend a lot of time in my room reading or watching TV. Friends are okay. Just a couple of things -- no boys, and you two don't go out at night. Are we good with that?"
Chrissy smiled. "No problem. We're going to do what we can, though, to get you out of that bedroom."
Or find a reason to keep you in it
, she said to herself.
The girls were both dressed in bikini tops and white cotton shorts. They prepared a virtual feast for dinner -- pasta
primavera
with grilled chicken mixed in. The girls were really happy that I asked for a second helping. They
really
prided themselves on their cooking, and they'd noticed I'd lost a little weight since my separation. After a dessert of ice cream and chocolate sauce, the doorbell rang. Vicki got up to answer it, and brought in their friends Stephanie and Regina, who I also knew from the neighborhood.
Stephanie, 23, a bronzed, blonde sculpted goddess at 5'10 and a muscular 145, had gone to college on a full soccer scholarship, and graduated
magna
with an engineering degree. She was studying for her Masters' at a local university. I had tutored Regina, 20, who was studying English lit. Although not as gorgeous as her sister, Regina was still pretty and perky, at 5'7 and 135 with dark hair, a round face, a toned body and muscular legs from hours of swimming practice. Stephanie was dressed in a pink button-down shirt tied under her 36C breasts, and a tiny purple mini-skirt seated on her hips. Regina was wearing a white tank, against which her 34B bra-less breasts stood, and a short white denim skirt. Each of the new arrivals hugged me like the old friends we were.
Oh, if I were 30 years younger,
I thought to myself. But not with
these
girls, though. I was practically an uncle to each of them.
Although they asked me to join them in the rumpus room in the basement for music and PS4, I politely declined. Instead, I went upstairs, undressed, changed into my sleeping shorts, and lay down on the queen-sized bed in my room. I turned on the TV, but, not really interested in what I was watching, picked up my iPad and continued the novel I'd begun a couple of days earlier. After about an hour, I fell asleep with the iPad on my chest and the TV still on.
The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake. "Mike, c'mon, wake up!", I heard Vicki saying. I felt her shake my shoulder a couple of times. "COME ON, Mike! We need you downstairs!" I was still groggy and trying to get my bearings. I looked at the clock -- 9:30 PM. I turned towards Vicki, and asked, "Is everybody okay down there? Are Stephanie and Regina still here?" She nodded, and said, "Oh, don't worry, everything's fine. We just need your help with a question we all have -- and we need you to come downstairs to answer it." Confused but interested, I let Vicki take me by the arm and lead me down to the basement. What I saw astonished me.
There was a large chair in the center of the room, along with three exercise mats in a semi-circle around it. Kneeling on each of the three pads was Chrissy, Stephanie and Regina -- all of them stark naked. Almost as if it had a will of its own, my dick sprang to attention under my shorts. All four of the girls were staring intently at it.
Vicki led me -- and I was walking as if in a stupor -- towards the chair, removed my shorts, and sat me down in it. She then removed her top and shorts and knelt in front of me.
"We want to have a contest, to find out who amongst us gives the best head. Since we don't have another man around, you'll have to do. Not that any of us has any problem with sucking
you
off. You're still pretty hot even for an older guy." She then tilted her head downward and took my 6 inches all the way down to the hilt.
Chrissy, sensing that I might try to object, jumped from her place and held me down firmly in the chair. She looked down at her sister, who held my cock firmly in her mouth. The two smiled at each other. Chrissy said "Each of us will get three minutes' turn. Whoever makes you come gets... the prize. Vicki, your time starts now." Vicki began bobbing up and down on my shaft, occasionally probing with her tongue. The pleasure I was feeling outweighed whatever objections I might have had to being sucked off by this hot girl.
Vicki continued, occasionally taking my manhood out of her mouth and licking, from the base all the way to the tip. She would then deep-throat me, holding me in her mouth as long as she could before her gag reflex kicked in. Chrissy held me close from behind, softly cooing into my ear, "Isn't my sister fucking HOT? Wouldn't you just LOVE to blow your cum into her mouth? Or into her pussy? But maybe we'll talk about that later. Mmmm, isn't she doing a GREAT job?" Chrissy then looked at her watch, and said to Vicki, "Time's up."
Vicki looked disappointed. "I just barely started!" she complained.
"With any luck, you'll get another chance. It all depends on how long he can hold out. Stephanie, you're next."
Stephanie's muscles rippled as she crawled over to me, her long blonde hair in contrast to her bronzed skin. She gently took my cock into her mouth and began sucking gently, slowly, occasionally using her tongue to stimulate my penis head. As she slowly bobbed up and down, Chrissy massaged my shoulders and again softly spoke encouragement to me. "Oooh, she must be making you SO hot! I'll bet that her pussy is just as hot as her mouth, don't you think? Hot blonde on your dick... every guy's fantasy, right? How long do you think you're going to be able to last? Do you WANT to blow into her mouth? Or maybe mine or Regina's? I didn't think Vicki would get you off that quickly."