Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

[Morell]

"Mom, I can take care of myself, I'm 15 years old now," Eric complained. His arms fell to his sides with a loud slap of spoiled defiance.

It didn't sway her, though. The decision was final. She saw the disappointment is his face, but it made no matter. He was too young to stay by himself for the whole month they would be gone. Summer break had just started, and they were fortunate enough to find a young lady to watch him at such a reasonable price for how long she'd be taking care of him.

Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to stay long enough to greet her. Their flight left early that morning and they had to be at the airport before dawn. Eric's mother kissed his cheek and mentioned something about the babysitter being quite the little cutie. Eric's cheek flushed from the double embarrassment. He was too old for kisses from his mother and much too young to be talking about women with her.

His parents were gone soon after. His mother hid the key to the house where the babysitter would know to find it, under a stone rabbit in the garden.

Eric was awake much earlier than normal but didn't want to go back to bed. He figured he may as well enjoy what unsupervised liberty he could while he was alone. He threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV. Early Saturday morning programming was so dull. Nothing good would be on for a few hours. He rolled over onto his back, thinking about a special girl at school who he hadn't seen in weeks since school let out. Slowly, his hand traveled underneath his mesh shorts and his eyes closed.

He tugged on his teenage cock a few times before the exhaustion of summer adolescence took him away and he fell asleep just like that on the living room couch.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

Belle walked up to the house with a few duffle bags and her purse over her shoulder. She scooped the key up out from under the bunny indicated in a text message and enter the well-kept establishment. Locking the door behind her, she dropped her things on the ground, kicked off her shoes, and went in search of her charge.

It didn't take long. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. Typical teenage male. Did they have no shame? Sure, she had a dick, but she didn't go masturbating in the living room, especially when someone was stopping by.

Aside frm her 11inch cock, Belle was pretty normal. She stood at 5'8" with auburn curls and green eyes. Her peach complexion was flawless. She was the epitome of hourglass-figure, her chest a solid D-cup and hips wide with a nicely curved butt.

 

[Morell]

Eric's eyes opened slowly. His mind was foggy from the nap and the first thing he saw was Belle's face. Wow, she was a cutie, just like his mom said. Suddenly he was very aware of where his hand was. It shot out of his pants almost as quickly as he repositioned himself into a sitting position on the couch.

"Um... hi! Uh... I was just watching TV..." he said, trying to play it off. There was no way she didn't see his hand, but he desperately hoped somehow he was safe. His 6'' cock formed a small tent in his mesh shorts.

"You must be Belle, right? Don't worry Belle, I can take care of myself. So you can just talk to your boyfriend on the phone all night, or whatever you babysitters do." He didn't mean to sound so rude, but after the disappointment of learning of her taking care of him, plus having been woken from a nap, he just didn't have time for pleasantries right now.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

Belle paid no mind to his pathetic attempts at nonchalance. Her eyes didn't even flicker. "Hmmm..." She pulled a letter out of her back pocket, scanning it. It had been sent by his mother, who told her everything about Eric.

"Dear Belle," she read aloud. "Eric is a good boy, but a little accident prone and irresponsible. He once needed stitches from cutting himself on a plastic butter knife." Belle stopped and gave him a "Seriously?" look over the paper. "He can't cook. He can barely boil water. Please make sure he's fed." She looked to Eric, giving him time to respond.

 

[Morell]

Eric blushed a deep red. It was very true. In face he had a hard time deciding how long to cook microwave pizza. He often burned them, but he eventually convinced himself that's the way he liked it.

"Umm... everyone has accidents right? heh.. heh..." He managed after a long, awkward silence. He felt like he could die when he saw the look on her face. At 15, he was already awkward enough around girls, but now this beautiful older woman was giving him the same look as the girls at school. He wasn't a nerd, or a jock, or anything. He wasn't really anyone at school. Never really knowing where he fit in.

His dainty form felt like it could sink into the couch until it swallowed him up. "Okay, I guess I need a little help..." He muttered.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

Belle resisted rolling her eyes. "He doesn't clean his own clothing," she continued off the paper. "You have to remind him to feed Tyler, his tortoise. No parties, no drugs, no alcohol." Belle looked back up at him, incredulous. "How old are you?"

 

[Morell]

Eric felt so small. He looked up at her slouching in the couch. "I... I..." he stuttered. "Six... Fifteen. Well... Almost sixteen." She didn't have to worry about the last part, he thought. There would be no parties, drugs, or alcohol from him, that was for sure. "And I already fed Tyler today," He said with a hint of pride in his voice. Although the look she had on her face suggested she didn't really care.

"Okay, sorry I was mean to you," although his tone did little to add merit to his apology.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

She sighed and set the letter down. "Show me around the house, please. I have to do basic cleaning in most rooms, and I need to know which rooms not to go into." She hiked her bags on her shoulder again. "I also need to know where guest room A is so I can set my stuff done."

 

[Morell]

Eric felt so uncomfortable that she barely acknowledged his apology. He moved to help her with her bags but then saw that she had them all herself. He watched her for a little while, unable to help himself at how captivating her beauty was. Then he blinked a few times, snapping out of it.

"Oh... Uh... Yeah! Follow me..." he said, leading her further into the house. "Here's the bathroom," He pointed to the first door on the right. "Back there is my room and just before that on the left is yours." Turning around at the end of the hall he looked up at her again, shyly. "Umm, on the other side of the house is my parent's room. I don't think you're supposed to go in there. There's also the laundry room down in the basement."

He turned around to open the door to her room. It was a simple guest bedroom nothing too masculine or feminine other than the floral print of the red and black comforter on the bed. There were pictures depicting various sail boats and other trinkets on the walls like a row oar and compass.

Eric walked into the room and leaned against the foot of the bed to let her make her way in. "We share a closet there," he pointed towards his room. "Is there anything else you need?"