Never Too Old For a BabySitter

SUMMARY: *Complete* Who says fourteen is too old to have a babysitter? Especially when a summer blackout turns into a skinny dipping pool party. ChallengeFic, PWP, m/f, m/f/f, m/f+, teens, hj, oral, anal, fist, exhib/voy, twins, lang

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who has rated and reviewed, I really appreciate the feedback. In response to the request for another chapter and a less abrupt ending, I've added a 5th and final chapter. Thanks and enjoy!

UPDATE: A sequel has been written: Hot For Tutor
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600096529

CHAPTER CODES: m/f, anal, hj, taking lord's name in vain

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Chapter 1: Heat Wave

The blackout may have turned out the lights across the city and several of its suburbs, but the phones were still working because as soon as Rachel walked through the front door, her mother was telling her that Mrs. Carmichael had called. She and her husband were stuck in the city when the power went out and didn't know when they'd get home. They wanted her to go over to their house and baby-sit their son.

"Mom!" Rachel burst out. First of all, she'd only gotten home herself, having to walk all the way from Ashley's in the lingering heat of high summer and for all that it was after 8 o'clock in the evening and dark outside, it was still hot and sticky. She was dying for a shower. And not only that, this friggin' blackout ruined all her plans! She told her mother that she was sleeping over at Ashley's for the weekend but they were really going up to the lake with the guys for a two day no holds bar party. She'd gotten waxed, trimmed and tanned especially for it — all shot to hell! And now on top of all that...

"You've babysat him before," her mother was saying.

"When he was ten! He's fourteen, don't you think he's a little old..."

"Rach!" her mother snapped. "His parents just want to know he's safe... and it's not like you have anything else to do! Here, take this." She held out the family's worn box of Jenga. "Something to do to pass the time."

Oh my God, Rachel rolled her eyes. She's -got- to be kidding. Her mother grabbed hold of her backpack hanging from one hand to put the game box in it. Alarmed, Rachel snatched it back with a loud "Mom!"

Just as her mother frowned at her hysterical reaction, Rachel quickly conceded. "Alright, I'll do it." She took the Jenga box and stuffed it into her backpack. She *did not* want her mother to see the new bikini she had secretly bought for the lake party. If she did, she'd be packed off to a convent.

"Here, honey, take these, too." Her mother handed her two of their camping lanterns. "In case, he doesn't have candles."

"Fine." Rachel slung her backpack over her shoulder, took up the lanterns, lighting one of them, and headed up the street. The Carmichaels lived a block and a half away. She leaned on the doorbell when she got there. A minute later, the door opened.

"Hey. Your parents—" Rachel began.

The teenage boy cut in, "Yeah, I know. They called." He stepped back to let her in.

Rachel breezed in and his eyes followed her. He hadn't seen her since she was 12 when she looked as gawky and acne-ridden as the girls in his school now. But she sure as hell wasn't gawky anymore. Even in ordinary shorts, white tank top and an open oxford shirt, damp with sweat at the arms and down the back, Rachel had grown up and filled out, toned and tanned, legs boys and men dreamed about. Sweet sixteen— hot sixteen!

Inside the entire house was pitch black. "Don't you have any candles?" she asked as she set down the lit lantern and worked to light the second. She stood in their eerie glow.

"Yeah."

'Yeah? So what has he been doing? Just sitting in the dark?' she thought shaking her head. "Have you had anything to eat?"

He slouched down across a lazy boy chair, legs stretched out. Bad enough his parents had sent a babysitter, they had to send a hot blonde and she was treating him like he was still ten. "Yeah."

Rachel glared at him. He wore long basketball shorts and an oversized sleeveless t-shirt emblazoned with a graphic she figured came from some metal band. "I've got Jenga if you want a play..." she suggested, all but daring him to say yeah a third time.

He shrugged disinterested.

'Ughhh, this night was going to be the longest ever!' And worse the summer heat hung stiflingly and still in the air. She was sweating as much indoors as outside, more even, and no AC. Rachel paced around, looking for some relief. The windows were already all open wide and they couldn't run a fan. Of course the answer was just outside in the backyard but the only swimsuit she had was never intended for a middle school kid.

Screw it! She was not going to spend the whole night sweating like a pig trying to make conversation with the one-word wonder over there. "C'mon, we're going to go swimming — and don't say we can't 'cause there's no lights, we've got our own."

"Actually, the pool lights are on a battery system."

"Well, good," and Rachel handed him one of the lanterns. "Get changed, then."

After a slight hesitation, he simply pulled his t-shirt off over his head, leaving him in his shorts... and apparently his swimsuit.

"Tshh," she snorted, shaking her head again. "Fine. I'll change and met you out there."

He sat at the pool's edge, his feet dipped into the water at the shallow end, resting on the steps that led into the pool. With the power out all across the neighborhood, it was eerily dark with only the underwater lights that glowed softly, casting even deeper shadows in the surrounding bushes, trees and pool loungers. In the absolute quiet, the gentle, rhythmic lapping of the water magnified. It had the feel of being other worldly where all the senses were suddenly heightened.

The water was shockingly chill for all the hanging heat in the air that turned the whole neighborhood into a sauna, causing sweat to bead across his forehead and chest. Or maybe it was the fantasy he was spinning in his mind about Rachel in a swimsuit.

His head turned at the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing, the shadowy figure in the ball of lantern light moved across the patio. As Rachel got closer, he could finally make out the details of her face and —

Christ Almighty! His eyes popped and then suddenly he was hissing in a breath through clenched teeth at the immediate rush of an erection. His little fantasy a moment ago was blown away by reality. Strippers wore more than what that micro bikini covered up!

Even in the weak glow of light, the sunny itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow bikini against the perfect tan made her look as if she stepped off a California beach. And when she reached up to pull out the band that held the pony tail and shook out her honey blonde hair around her shoulders, it was like an episode of Baywatch with her running down the shore in slow-motion, her high, rounded breasts bouncing....

And she'd bounce right out of that top unless it was painted on... and he wasn't so sure it wasn't, the string-straps and slivers of yellow lycra, that could only -just- be covering her nipples, molded faithfully to those too perfect melons, defying gravity and spilling out on all sides.

His eyes raked down to her tapered waist and the navel piercing glinting in that smooth flat belly that dipped down to the barest scrap of a thong that left him throbbing at the thought if she was completely shaved. She turned to drop her towel, treating him to the fantastic view of her ass - that round, juicy bubble - split up the middle by the yellow thong that flared into a little triangle before wrapping around her boody-licious hips. When she bent over to set the lantern down, through her legs he could glimpse the curve of her pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he quickly moved to sit down onto the first step, the chill water swirling around him, but it did little to cool him, especially as she walked over to the deep end, her ass cheeks rolling then flexing. He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers itching to reach out and grab her, squeeze her, and....

Rachel dove in with a loud splash, arching smoothly back to the surface, she emerged with a squeal. "Ooh! It's cold!" And the proof of it was in the marble hard tits as she treaded a moment, clearly loving the relief from the sweltering heat. "You just going to sit there?"

When he didn't answer, she just shook her head and turned away. She dove down, up ending her ass, two smooth mounds breaking the water, glistening in the wavering light momentarily before disappearing. She swam over to the far side. Coming up for a breath, she sunk back down and pushed off the wall.

Gliding silently through the wavy, eerie lit water, her arms speared forward and spread wide as her legs drew up and kicked out with every stroke. Her golden hair streamed down her back. He rubbed himself through his shorts.

She didn't emerge until she reached the shallow end, wiping the water from her eyes. When she turned toward him, his eyes riveted downward. Some where along the way the left strap was pulled out of place and one rosy nipple stood out, proudly erect. He was vaguely aware she was talking to him but through the pounding of his blood in his ears, he didn't hear a word.

Realizing that he was staring holes at her, Rachel looked down. Laughing she hooked a thumb under the strap and secured it back in place. "First one you've ever seen?" she smirked. That was when she realized how tensely he was leaning forward. "Oh my God, you have a boner, don't you?" She laughed again, "You do!"

Unconsciously she ran the tip of her tongue across her wet lips as she considered how to handle this. She grinned wickedly. "You want to see them again?"

"Yeah."

"You first," she shot back. "You want to see mine, show me yours. Whip it out," she dared.

His cheeks stung partly out of embarrassment, but mostly because she treated him like a kid. Fine, he'd show her. Standing up and shedding his shorts in one motion, water fell off him in riverlets. Her delicate eyebrows rose and she tried to hide her surprise.

"Well?" he prodded.

With a half grin, Rachel reached around her back, letting her breasts thrust forward, and pulled the strings loose, but when she reached up around her neck she sunk down into the water up to her chin. She pulled the top free that looked more like spaghetti and tossed it to the poolside. Smiling like the tease she was, she made him wait a moment longer before she leaned back and the water parted for the tight nipples and generously curved breasts, magnificent in their glory, water beads rolling down and in-between.

Rachel liked the way his eyes were all over her like hands and she couldn't resist egging him a little more. "You like that, don't you?" She swirled around lifting her ass up and pulling her thong over her rump. "How do you like this?"

There was a sudden rush of water and before she knew it, he grabbed her by the hips and she gasped at the blunt tip of his dick between her cheeks. She should have been shocked, she should have been outraged, but instead she was rubbing on his cock, her lips parting on the delicious sensations.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, pressing in just slightly.

"Oooh, mmmm," was all she could say, anything else was lost in a cry as his cock rammed up her ass. She moaned at the unbelievable way he stretched her.

He moaned at the way she squeezed all around him and he reached up, taking great handfuls of her breasts, he kneaded her, rubbing on her hard tits. Then gripping the slippery globes, he pulled, drawing her almost off his cock, then pushing, slapping her back to him. She squealed. Repeating this again, they soon slipped more easily, wetly on each other. He pumped her, quickening the pace, loving the way her sweet ass slapped against him each time he seated himself in her, but it didn't seem to matter how many times he did, it wasn't enough, he wanted more. His cock throbbed with it and he rammed faster needing to get deeper, harder, driving faster and faster to the conclusion he craved, yet never wanting to lose the feel of her ass.

Suddenly she was quaking around his rock-hard cock and her juices spilling out into the pool. Shouting in a swell of triumph, he slammed in as far as he could, as hard as he could, shooting his cum deep into her.

By the time she slipped from him, they were still panting. Rachel looked at him, eyes round with newfound respect. "I guess you're more a doer than a talker."

He cocked a grin.


At the folded towel, Rachel's cell phone rang. Turning her head, she swam over to the pool's edge. She hefted herself up in a rush of water to her waist and leaned forward, leaving her ass hanging over the edge, she located her phone. The caller id read the Carmichaels.

Just as she picked up the incoming call, she felt the incoming finger to her pussy. Slapping a hand over the mic, she glared back over her shoulder. "It's your mother!" she hissed.

Behind her, he withdrew his finger and then, unrepentant, he shoved it in again. She sucked in a breath, her cheeks pinking up. Over the phone, she heard Mrs. Carmichael's voice, growing concerned.

Trying desperately to keep her voice steady. "Yes, Mrs. Carmichael, I'm here. Everything's finnnee...." Mrs. Carmichael's 'little angel' stroked her once more. ".... uh-huh.... mmmhmmm.... just a minute, okay?"

She covered the mic again. "Your parents are going to stay in the city. They want to know if I can spend the night."

He grinned broadly and slid two fingers in. "Can you?"

"Oooooh, I think I could be persuaded," she sighed and rocked her hips against him, her juices flowing over him. "Mrs. Carmichael? Yyeeessss, I can stay.... Yes—! I'm sure.... Oh—!" she gasped as he inserted a third finger. "Ah, nothing! I... I almost bumped into a chair.... uh-huh... I'll be care, don't worry... yeeesss, I will.... bye."

With shaking hands, Rachel quickly disconnected the call.

"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted.

Her eyes gleamed wickedly, "No, I have to call my mother."

By the time she informed her mother of the change of plans, she was braced on her elbows rocking repeatedly on his fingers. "Ohh, yeah— he's being good! ....really good, actually.... aahh-huh.... okay.... yeeaah... alright, bye!"

Rachel tossed the phone back on the towel and gave up any attempt at holding back. "Oh yeah! Mmmmm.... one more! .....put in the fourth!"

"A fourth?" he repeated.

"Yeesss!"

"What do I get if I do?"

She glared back at him, anger flared briefly that he might deny her but quickly reconsidered; she was hardly without persuasion of her own. "I have.... a friend...." Then dropping her head down she arched her back and gyrated her hips.

He cocked an eyebrow, momentarily mesmerized by the motion and flexing of her ass cheeks yet he continued to stroked her unhurriedly. "Oh yeah?" He leaned over and gently sank his teeth in that sweet rump.

"Yeah!" she moaned. "If you make me cum, I'll have her come over.... IF you make me cum hard."

"For that, she better be special."

"She is.... she's ahhh virgin."

A grin split his face and with the thumb of his other hand, he found her clit and at last adding the fourth, he gave it to her just how she wanted it.

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A/N: I know it's unlikely that pool lights would have their own power system but, hey, it's a fantasy and I was going for the image of swimming at night with only the underwater lights!

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