1. Sitting for Kelli


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 93, Source: xHamster

    At first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?' I had agreed to babysit for the neighbors whenever they were going out, since I was home alone in the evenings anyway. I had made the mistake of telling Pete and Judith, who lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife worked nights and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing games on the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I said that, and they had immediately asked if I could babysit their two k**s from time to time, so they could get out of the house. Ugh. How could I refuse? I'd just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so I could not very well make up an excuse now. Their boy Jeff was twelve and Kelli, his older s****r, was fifteen. Were they sure these k**s even needed a babysiter? Kelli certainly looked old enough to take care of Jeff, if he even needed any looking after. Judith was adamant, though - k**s should not be left alone. What if someone broke in? What if there was a fire? Fine, fine, I had said, though I had to wonder if someone *did* break in if I would stick around to be of any use. I arrived at 6:00, just after they had finished dinner. Their place was pretty messy, especially compared to our spotless home (my wife is a neatness fanatic), but I guessed that was due to the presence of the k**s. I expected a night of real horror after seeing the disarray around me; `these k**s must be monsters,' I thought. Pete greeted me with a smile. &#034Say, Hank! We really appreciate this, ...
    pal. We're finally going to get out on our own for the first time in, god, how long honey?&#034 Judith emerged from the kitchen, wearing an evening dress with a plunging neckline. She was a nice looking lady for someone 15 years my senior. &#034Forever,&#034 she said, and smiled at me strangely. &#034Yeah, forever. Anyway, we're going to Les Miserables and then a late supper. Midnight too late for you?&#034 &#034No, not at all,&#034 I said, wincing internally. &#034My wife gets home about then, so I'll just call her and tell her I may be over here when she gets home.&#034 As I was talking I began to hear some decidedly loud thumps coming from upstairs. Pete noticed me glancing at the ceiling. &#034k**s!,&#034 he yelled up at the stucco, &#034knock it off and get down here.&#034 I heard giggles and more rumbling, then footsteps running down the stairs. Little Jeff emerged first. He was awfully short for his age, and wiry. He really looked like a much younger k** than he was. But then, Pete looked like a k** too, and he was over 40. Genetics. Right on Jeff's heels, and tugging on his hair, was Kelli. If jeff had looked half his true age, Kelli looked almost twice hers. I remembered when that film director, Polanski, got in trouble for messing around with a minor and he claimed that he'd thought she was in her twenties. I had taken an `oh, sure' attitude about that, but now I knew what he meant. Kelli was a lovely girl. She had an hourglass figure, long smooth legs, large breasts ...
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