The New Babysitter Is My Niece
All persons depicted are over 18.
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Okay, I fucked up. I admit it. I didn't regret draining my balls into cute Maria from the house down the street. Every chance I got with our babysitter, I shoved my cock into her mouth or her tight, sweet hole. Once we got started, she was as eager as me. I was even going to bust her anal cherry soon. So, no, I don't regret fucking a girl named Maria.
I regret getting caught. I came home early on Saturday afternoon while my wife was out selling houses. I knew Maria was babysitting the rug-rat. It was a warm day, and as expected, I found Maria out by the pool playing splash games.
"Nap time," I said as I grabbed up the kid. "I'll put him down, and get myself ready for the pool," I told Maria. "Why don't you work on your all-over tan for a while until I get back."
It took longer than I wanted to put the kid down and change. Fifteen minutes later, I was back at the pool. Maria was naked and oiled on a beach towel. Her brown skin, bald pussy, and her big tits topped with little brown raisin treats always drive me crazy. I couldn't wait to be fucking her again. I dropped my suit as my cock hardened.
Maria heard me and opened her eyes in a squint. She said, "You took too long. I'm ready to flip over. Do my backside."
Maria rolled over. If there ever is a national monument to celebrate the perfect teenage ass, Maria should be the model. I looked at the rounded bubble of brown flesh, toned by years of dance and gymnastics practice. Her naked pussy looked back at me through her thigh gap. I could see her little brown crinkled rosebud winking at me. I grabbed the bottle of oil and straddled the tops of her thighs.
I dribbled the oil from her shoulders in a wavy pattern that ended with a double squirt into her ass crack. I started working the oil into the skin from the small of her back. I didn't extend my arms as I worked toward her shoulders. Instead, I leaned forward, so my raging cock nestled into her butt cheeks. The sensation of it nestled in there sent a jolt through my brain and my cock. I rubbed her up and down several times and wiggled my cock to send her the message.
Maria giggled, "Oh, okay, baby. Today is the day."
I used one hand to oil her ass, even pushing one finger, then a second, into her anus to stretch it out. It was so tight. I used the other hand to oil up my eight-inch babysitter adjustment tool. I got it lined up to expand Maria's sexual interests, and her ass, with a new reality. I slowly started to push it in.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, you asshole," I heard my wife yelling. I looked over to where she was standing at the edge of the pool apron, wearing one of her real estate sales-babe suits today -- short skirt and slutty high heels.
"Fuck, god damn it," I thought to myself as I looked at her. I looked back at Maria. I pushed my cock deep into Maria's ass as I made a stupid grin and shrug at my wife. Maria shrieked. My wife shrieked, too, not in a good way.
So, yeah, I regret getting caught.
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Several thousand dollars of shopping later, for my wife and my bitchy sister, there were new rules in our happy home.
Rule number one: no fucking or fucking around with the babysitter. Oh, we would still have a babysitter. My wife wasn't going to give up her independence, her commissions, or whatever she was doing on Saturday afternoons in short skirts and high heels. Nope, she wasn't going to do any of that. She and my sister had come up with a new plan.
The new babysitter was going to be my niece, Audrey. I didn't know my niece very well. Since my sister is always such a complaining bitch, I try to avoid her whenever possible. At unavoidable family functions, Audrey had always seemed like every other teenage girl. She had graduated from high school, I knew. She had turned 18 recently but didn't seem to have a job or college plans. If she was going to be around a lot, maybe it would be okay -- or maybe not. A first-class bitch had raised her, so if she had learned to be a bitch, she had learned from the best. Which was more likely?
It didn't take long for the first indication. On Saturday, my wife was out doing location, location, location, again. The new babysitter was scheduled to make her first appearance. I took my golf clubs out of the trunk and went into the house. And there was Audrey.
"Shhh, he's napping," Audrey hissed at me. Then she turned her back to me and went back to what she was doing. Audrey was standing on a yoga mat in the middle of the living room, with her legs slightly spread and her back arched. She was wearing skin-tight white yoga pants and a tight top that was cropped halfway down her torso. Her dark hair was in a ponytail. With her hands together, she bent over from the waist until her hands were flat on the mat. Then she wrapped her arms behind her legs and held herself folded like that for quite a while.
Audrey was not like every other teenage girl anymore. Her legs were long and lean, with muscle tone accented by the white casing of the yoga pants. Her apple ass was firm and tight. Her yoga pants were not opaque but gauzy, and she wore them so tight that her camel-toe was peeking out behind her. My cock started to move.
Releasing her arms locked around her legs, Audrey slowly rose into a full stretch, then put her arms at her side, her legs together, and turned around to face me. She was tall now, and slender. The clingy material of the cropped white top made her large, firm breasts seem even more spectacular, the nipples erect. I looked at her camel-toe again, the lips puffy and large. There was a slight dampness in the cleft. I could see a dark narrow landing strip through the material above her cunt.
I looked at Audrey's face -- it was beautiful. Green eyes, high cheekbones, lips made to be around a cock. She wasn't smiling.
"My mother told me you are a pervert and an asshole," she said. Audrey raised her arms, and her hands pulled the band out of her hair, which she shook free around her. Her breasts elevated and then vibrated in a way that sent shock waves into my groin. I almost came.
"I know you were creeping on me. I'm going to tell Mom." With that, Audrey rolled up her mat and walked toward the media room.
I went up the stairs to my bedroom. I wanted to take a shower. I wanted to masturbate before I exploded -- or died.
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After golf the next Saturday, I found Audrey neck-deep in the pool. When she saw me coming, she lifted the floating chair out of the pool with the kid and set it on the side. She used the ladder closest to me to climb out. Either she was able to exit the water in extreme slow motion, or my brain slowed time when it became deprived of oxygen as the blood all moved to my crotch to meet the rising hydraulic demands of my raging hard-on.
Audrey was wearing a tiny two-piece red swimsuit. You couldn't call it a bikini unless you left half the letters off. The top was a narrow strapless shelf bra that barely covered her nipples; it needn't have bothered because the erect nipples were essentially visible through the material anyway. The bottom consisted of sharp V-shaped straps attached to a small patch that outlined her puffy lips; it wasn't quite tall enough to conceal the entire landing strip she had shaved and trimmed into her bush. The water ran in rivulets and beaded on her lightly tanned skin. Her face, as beautiful as it was naturally, was highlighted with expertly applied eye makeup and red lipstick -- obviously waterproof. Her toned muscles rippled as she walked and toweled herself dry.
When Audrey turned to pick up the tike, I could have ogled her perfect ass cheeks again. Instead, I stared at the two straps from the front as they dwindled into a tiny g-string that wiggled down into her crack. She spread her legs before lifting the kid. I could see the g-string measuring the diameter of her small crinkled rosebud before it followed the perineum on its way to her pussy. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. My mouth was dry.
"Nap time, pumpkin," Audrey said. "Daddy can't walk until he learns to behave," she said as she walked by and glanced at my crotch with a look of disgust.
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I play golf every Saturday. I love golf, or I love it now that I straightened out my slice. Oddly enough, it was a library book that cured my slice, not a professional instructor. I had tried everything, including twisting my body to correct a slice that just got worse. But with the book, it was easy. Feet shoulder-wide, pointing straight and square. Back of the forward hand, my left, flat to the target, thumb pointing down the shaft. That's the power hand. Swing a few at the range with just the one hand, until you can make some contact with the ball. Then add the steering hand. The right-hand grips at various rotations around the shaft to steer the ball -- clockwise for more hook, counter-clockwise for more slice, just right in between for straight down the fairway. I buried my club head in the dirt at the range until I got used to the new stance. After that, I was a confident long-hitter even with my driver, and off the fairway. So now, I love golf.
But I was starting to hate coming home from golf.
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I heard music from the media room. Audrey was in there dancing, but she wasn't alone. There was a tall blonde dancing beside Audrey. They were doing some kind of synchronized routine. They both were wearing tiny, tight booty shorts; Audrey's was a thin pale yellow material; the blond wore sky blue. The blonde wore a small performance sports top, the zipper half down offering a view of her cleavage. Audrey wore a t-shirt with the bottom half ripped off just below her boobs. I think Audrey saw me come in, but she didn't react. They both kept dancing.
The girls rolled and rocked their hips, more like bull-riding than twerking, down into a squat. With their hands on the floor, they straightened their legs. Audrey's t-shirt fell forward, and I could see her large, firm boobs and erect nipples glistening with sweat. They both popped up straight. Audrey struck a pose with her arms raised, exposing the bottoms of those beautiful mounds. The blonde did a round-off to a split on the floor in front of Audrey, arms raised, just as the music ended. They panted and glowed.
"Capi, this is my pervy uncle, the one I told you about," Audrey said then looked at me. "This is my friend Caprice. She is the captain of a competitive dance squad I want to join. We'll be practicing here all summer for my audition." Audrey used her hands to grab Caprice and help her stand. "You don't need to stay."
"Nice to meet you," Capi said with a big smile as I turned away and headed for relief.
I was halfway up the stairs before I remembered I needed to ask Audrey whether my wife had called. As I got close to the media room, I heard Capi talking.
"You shouldn't torture him like that. He's kind of cute."
Audrey said, "It's my mom's idea. She said I should torture and tease him, and be a bitch, as much as possible. If I make him explode, she's gonna buy me a new car."
I stopped and didn't move. I wondered what the fuck was going on. I needed time to think. I headed back to my home office.
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The next morning, while my wife was in the shower, I opened her phone. I'm always fixing something, so I knew that password. She didn't talk to my sister much, but she did text her. I looked at the history. After I got caught banging Maria, my wife and my sister had talked about scheming to make me pay big time -- their words. I forwarded the chain to my phone, cleared the evidence, and put her phone down.
As I studied the messages, I could see they were laughing as Audrey reported her results. What I couldn't see was the point of their plan -- why not just sue me for divorce? Something else was going on here. I would have to be careful, but I intended to find out.
Okay, bitches. Game on.
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