The Millers were going out again and I'd been asked to babysit. When I say the Millers I mean it as the plural of Mr and Mrs Miller. There were two sets of them, the men being brothers. Both families had one small child and rather than pay two sets of babysitting fees they'd join together and pay once, with me watching both children. An easy job as the two toddlers got on well together and they both liked me. (Trust me on this -- if a toddler decides they don't like you your sanity is questionable if you decide to babysit them.)
I rolled up to Mr Miller the elder's house at the appointed time. (Older by only one year, but still older.) I was admitted and given the good news. The kids were currently down for a nap. It was far too early for them to have settled for the night but they would sleep for a couple of hours, during which I could watch the tellie.
I wandered into the front room and took up a seat on the couch. The tellie was already on and I thought it would be rude to change the channel while Andrew and Michael were here. I just sat back and let the silly football game continue. (I think it was football. A lot of men running around plus a ball has to equal football, doesn't it?)
Andrew was already sitting on the couch watching and Michael settled down on the other end, leaving me in the middle, a rose between two thorns. Both the men were already dressed for their night out. I envy men at times, it's so easy for them to get dressed up. Grab a suit, probably the only one they own, a white shirt, and a tie, and they're ready to go. Five minutes tops, and that includes time taken to shower and shave. Enid and Katherine would be another half hour before they'd be ready, going on past experience.
I suppose both men could be considered handsome, even if they were a little too old for my taste. They were both around thirty and I wasn't even twenty yet. Nearly, but still a couple of months to go. They were also rather large men. The couch was rather a large couch and I'd have called it a four-seater, but with those two on it, it was only just a three-seater.
When Michael's hand dropped off his lap and landed on my leg I naturally assumed it was an accident and that he'd move it. He moved it all right, up and down my leg, stroking it. I was wearing tights under a skirt so I most certainly felt what he was doing. I hastily reached down and pushed his hand away.
A few moments later I was doing the same to Andrew's hand. What was with these idiots? Enid or Katherine might wander in at any moment. They should have more sense.
The pair of them must have been reading each other's mind. A minute or so later they both started stroking my leg. This time it was a case of picking up two hands and casting them aside, along with an acerbic comment.
"Do you mind?" I asked in a cutting voice.
"Ah, no, I don't," said Michael. "Do you, Andrew?"
"Can't say that I do," was Andrew's reply.
"Well I do, so stop it."
And that was the end of that, right? Wrong.
"Why do you mind?" asked Andrew, his hand once again running lightly along my leg.
"Yes, why?" agreed Michael, his hand joining the action.
Why? How was I supposed to answer that?
"Because," I retorted.
Sadly, it didn't work. It never worked with my parents so why would I expect it to work with them.
"Because why?" Andrew insisted. "It's not as though we're trying to seduce you."
"Well, not just yet," added Michael. "Not with the girls here." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the bedrooms when he said that.
And just what did he mean by not just yet? Did he mean that he had future ulterior motives? He wouldn't really try and seduce me, would he?
"Like Mike says," added Andrew. "We wouldn't dream of embarrassing you by seducing you when the girls might interrupt us."
We? Us? Just what was that meant to insinuate? Did they both intend to seduce me sometime and if so did they mean singly or both at the same time? My mind balked at the thought. I might not be a hundred percent virginal but two at once didn't bear thinking about. The trouble was, now that they seemed to have suggested it I seemed to be doing that thinking, wondering what it would be like.
It dawned on me that they were both still stroking my legs. What was worse was that they were now stroking the inside of my legs and their hands were moving higher.
"You stop that," I gasped, jamming my legs tightly together.
Just like that I trapped their hands between my legs. Blushing I parted my legs again to give them a chance to withdraw their hands. Silly me. They just continued stroking me.
I was flushed by this stage and acutely aware of my feminine parts. I grabbed their hands and pulled them but they just ignored me, continuing to stroke my leg, and they were getting very close to my more personal parts.
"Get your hands off my legs," I said through gritted teeth, and was highly surprised when they did.
Truth be told I was also a little disappointed. Only a tiny little bit, but the disappointment was there. I mean, two older men, both handsome after a fashion, were both making a bit of a pass at me and it had been getting to me. Not that it was going anywhere, seeing they were both married and their wives were in the house, but still.
My daily quotient of shocks wasn't complete, however. The top I was wearing was rather loose and it wasn't tucked into my skirt. It's far too restrictive when I do that. When babysitting you're constantly on the go and if the top was tucked in it would swiftly become untucked at various points and look untidy. Easier to start fully untucked. What I hadn't allowed for was Michael and Andrew slipping their hands up my top.
With perfect teamwork two hands went up my back and unhooked my bra while two hands went up my front, pushing the bra aside and closing over my breasts. Then they started rubbing and playing with my breasts.
"Oh, come on," I wailed. "Enough is enough."
"Quite right, but not enough means we have to continue," Andrew said, quite happily rubbing a breast while his thumb twiddled with a nipple.
I was moving restlessly under their marauding hands and there was nothing I could do short of attacking them physically. I couldn't even stand up and move away, what with hands on both my back and front holding me in place.
My face was flushed, my breasts were swollen, my nipples erect, and I was hot and wet in the nether regions. I was also breathing a little heavily. When their hands moved away from my breasts I didn't dare relax, knowing something else was about to happen.
"You seem to be a trifle aroused," Michael softly murmured. "You're not the only one, you know."
My hands were seized and pressed against two crotches, letting me feel for myself the affect that I had on them. The two of them were big and hard and I hoped that it hurt them. I snatched my hands away and they laughed, the rotten fiends. They also started stroking my legs again.
When they'd been touching my legs earlier it had been a case of so far and no further and I sort of assumed that the same rules would apply. It was my day for getting things wrong as both of them stroked me from just above the knee all the way up until their hands met, both of them pressing against my mound. They then entertained themselves by rubbing my there, quite firmly, one hand moving one way while the other moved the opposite direction. It was a most peculiar feeling.
I was ready to scream from sheer frustration when the pair of them suddenly stopped and rose to their feet.
"Well, it looks like the girls are ready," said Michael, moving towards the door. "You take care now. We'll see you when we get back."
I went into contortions trying to hook up my bra again while Andrew watched me and laughed. He moved to follow Michael and I took a deep breath and held it while I counted to ten, trying to calm myself a little. Then I moved over to the door and stood in the door way.
Enid and Katherine came gliding down the hall, both dressed to the nines, ready for their evening out. The men took their arms, all four bade me good evening, and they departed, leaving me feeling slightly bereft. One thing I knew -- I was so going to have a wet dream that night.
The kids woke up almost immediately after their parents left. There was some grumbling because I was there and their mothers weren't but nothing I couldn't handle. These two were angels compared to some. I let them play for a while and then fed them and gave them their baths. After that it was more playing until they were both ready to flake out and I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep. Effectively my sitting duties were done for the night because neither of them would be budging before dawn. I went and settled down in front of the tellie.
