This is where things get dark. I thought about telling the story all the way through the endgame for Rob and Lori and Dick Wood, but I'm still working on that. As such, I decided to go ahead and publish this section on its own. In this version, RJA hires Kylie and Megan; I do intend to write some variations on the ending with alternate choices, but trying to tell the story without including or even naming the sitter(s) wasn't working.
* * * * *
The phone only rang once before Kylie answered. "Yes, Mr. Andrews?" Her voice was taut.
"Kylie," I said, "call me Rob. If you're going to be living in my house—"
That was as far as I got. "
Yes!
" she exploded, joy and triumph thrilling through her voice. Fortunately for me, she thought to pull the phone away from her mouth, because she was quite loud. After a few moments, she said emotionally, "You will never regret this, Rob."
"I'm sure I won't," I agreed with a smile.
"Who are you hiring with me?" Kylie asked, her voice steadier. "Will it be Michele?"
"Actually, no," I said with some regret. "She just wasn't as qualified as you and Megan Ivy."
"Oh, I know Megan," Kylie said, surprised. "She's a year ahead of me, but she changed majors early on, so we've had a couple classes together. She's
really
smart, and focused, and a really strong person, but she's an attentive and thoughtful listener, too. She always seems to be the one asking the question no one else has thought of. You occasionally hear the rumor that she's a wildcat in bed, but I've always discounted that. I guess I'll find out," she added with a giggle.
"Indeed you will," I smiled.
"So are we both officially going to be live-in babysitters, or are you giving me a different title?" Kylie asked.
"Actually, I'm officially hiring
you
for that position—it sounds like you think Megan's more qualified than you are," I say, cutting off a budding protest, "but I have my reasons. One of which is that I can see her sticking around here for her master's degree, but I expect her to go on for her doctorate and she'll need to go somewhere else for that. I think you're a better bet to stick around for the long haul."
"I can see that," Kylie responds thoughtfully after a moment. "She's definitely more professionally ambitious than I am. I can see Megan being a pretty high-profile person, and that's not anything that interests me." She paused for another moment or two, then asked, "So what are you officially going to hire her to do?"
"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I've thought about that, but I haven't settled on anything."
"Can I offer a suggestion?" Kylie asked.
"Of course."
"Hire her as your assistant—maybe officially your research assistant," Kylie supplied immediately. "She can help with the kids, too, but she'd be
fantastic
at that, and I'd bet you could use one."
"You're right, Kylie," I said in surprise. "That idea never occurred to me, but it's brilliant."
"Keep talking like that, Rob, and I may just have to drop everything and fuck your brains out the next time I see you," she purred. She paused a beat, then asked, "Speaking of which, how soon will that be? How soon can I start moving in?"
"Now?" I replied.
"I'll get my essentials in the car and be there as soon as I can," Kylie said eagerly.
I called Megan next. I'd left the two happy calls for last; some of the others were quite hard, and that's all I want to say about that. "Hello, Mr. Andrews," she answered hopefully.
"Megan, how would you like a job as my research assistant?" I asked.
"What?" Megan returned, not quite sure what to make of the offer.
"I'm hiring you and—"
"Oh, fuck me sideways," Megan breathed. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Sorry, me and whom?"
"Kylie Morgan," I answered with a grin.
"Oh, I know her," Megan observed, her surprise clear in her voice. My grin widened. "She's a psych major, so we've had classes together. Really sharp, really compassionate—huge heart—and a knack for seeing through things sideways. She's smart, but her biggest strength is that she has a gift for intuitive insight, for lack of a better way to put it. She wants to have a counseling practice, and she'll be excellent at it."
"Sounds like you two have quite the mutual-admiration society going on," I told her with a smile.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you should have heard her praising you."
"That feels good to know," Megan commented, obviously pleased. "So what about being your research assistant?"
"Well, if I'm hiring two people, I have to have two jobs," I pointed out. "I wasn't sure how to title the second one, but Kylie suggested I officially hire you as my research assistant. She said you'd do a phenomenal job of it."
"So will you still want me to help with the girls?" Megan asked curiously.
"Yes, I will," I said. "Really, we'll all be one household, and we'll all be raising them together, when you get down to it. But when they're not around and I'm working—"
"As opposed to fucking a hot, horny young blonde or two," Megan interrupted gleefully.
"—yes—well—in any case," I said, regaining my feet, "I really
can
use someone to help with the research, which would be your responsibility."
"I would love that," Megan replied with deep satisfaction. "So if Kylie is officially the sitter—that's really the best way to label the job; we sit for the kids when you have to be out, then sit on your cock when you're home—then I presume she's moving in right away and I should wait?"
"I don't think you actually need to wait to start moving your things in," I said judiciously. "Lori doesn't look in the other bedrooms; you can put stuff in the bathroom in the guest suite and claim another bedroom for clothes and things, and she'll never notice. But to start living here, yeah, you'll need to wait until I tell you it's safe."
"I was allowing for the possibility," Megan told me, completely unfazed. "I'm good. Would it work to come by this evening to drop off some of my things?"
"Sure," I said. "We'll all be happy to see you."
"I'll be happy to see you all too."
* * * * *
Kylie didn't actually drop everything and fuck my brains out when she showed up—she unloaded her car and put everything away neatly in the guest suite first. When she called my name, I walked into the bedroom to find her naked on the bed, lying on her back with the covers down and her legs spread wide. "Make love to me, Rob," she said, her voice soft and sultry, beckoning me over with a finger. I got on the bed and started to bend down to eat her sweet slit, but she caught my head with both hands and pulled me up. "Later, baby," she purred. "I love the way you eat me, but right now, I'm drenched and I'm horny out of my mind. I'm not going to wait for that beautiful cock. I need to feel you inside me."
Kylie wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close for a passionate kiss, so I pushed my arms beneath her to embrace her in turn. Her legs went around my waist, ankles crossing against my ass; she let out a long, guttural groan as I slowly stuffed her cunt with my dick. It felt special somehow, like the first day of my new life. I had made a commitment to this woman, and she had made one to me—far, far less than marriage, but since it involved my children, still no small thing; she wasn't my wife, but she would be replacing my wife (in part) both in caring for my daughters and as my lover. I felt a rush of tenderness toward her; I think she may have felt it in how I kissed her, because her responses grew even more eager.
I fucked Kylie steadily, pulling almost all the way out every time, massaging her tight, wet cunt with long strokes and relishing the way it clung to my aching rod. With every thrust, she pulled me in hard with her legs and held me deep inside her for a moment before allowing me to pull out again. Our lips caressed each other and our tongues wrestled and played, and I lost any sense of time. I could feel it in her body as her climax approached, as the tension built and she began to wriggle beneath me. I moved my lips to her ear and murmured, "Cum for me, baby. This is your home now—you're mine now. Give yourself to me, completely."
"Oh,
fuuuuuuuck
... " Kylie groaned, then cried out my name, high and wild, as a deep, powerful orgasm flooded her like the sea. Her legs unlocked from around my waist and waved in the air, then dropped to the bed.
I kept pumping her while she came, then held myself deep inside her and rolled us over. Kylie pulled her arms out from beneath me—I helped by raising myself off the bed—and pushed herself up. I grabbed her fat, creamy melons and fed myself one, taking mouthfuls of supple titflesh from all around before locking my lips around the nipple. "
Fuck
, baby, suck my tits—suckle my big titties," she groaned. Her hips began to move, rocking and sliding, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "Love my big sexy titties. They're all yours now—all for you—no one but you."
I devoured them, moving back and forth between the nipples, licking and sucking and nibbling. I relished the rubbery stiffness of those thick pegs and the pebbly skin of their areolae. I enjoyed having my hands wrapped around the supple weight of Kylie's huge boobs, feeling their silken skin against my fingers and palms. She fucked me faster and faster, bouncing her ass on my pole. "I love your cock, baby," she moaned. "So long and fat and hard, stretching my little pussy, filling me so full, fucking me so deep... my pussy was made for this cock...
fuck
, lover, you fit me just right... "
I let go Kylie's tits (though I didn't stop feasting on them) to grab her hips and started hammering up into her from beneath. "Yeah, lover, yeah—yeah—yeah—yeah—" she panted. "Fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—make me cum—make me cum—gonna cum—so close—so close so close so close—don't stop—don't—fucking—stop—" I bit her nipple (not hard, just enough to give her a jolt) and she erupted above me with an orgasmic shriek. She pressed down on me hard, grinding her hips against me while her inner walls worked my prick like an accordion.
My own climax took me by surprise, erupting before I could think to stop it; I growled deep in my throat as I launched gout after gout of cum deep into her molten core. "
