Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 22:34:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Surname <darkhorsestalking@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Sheila the Babysitter 03

All the standard warnings, disclaimers and copyright information detailed
in the first chapter still apply.  Copyright 2009 Dark Horse. All rights
reserved.

Story Codes: Gg, MFg(described memory), MG(minor, him masturbated by her),
MbGg, bi, ped, inc, ws(minor), group, con


Sheila the Babysitter 03
by Dark Horse


    It felt weird being in the womens locker room of the public rec center,
without Melody with me for our biweekly, Saturday afternoon swim. The
petite eight-year-old was having her annual physical, one of the
orphanage's regulations. At least it give her the chance afterwards to shop
for a new outfit, for tonight's "tutoring" session with eight-year-old
Billy Langdon. That was why I came here to swim, rather than accompany her
as I wanted to. I had to keep my damn libido from dwelling on tonight, or
I'd be too exhausted from masturbating the whole day to babysit.

    Naturally an indoor public pool, surrounded by tons of all-but-naked
children, would be the most sensible place for a near-nymphomaniac to take
her mind off prepubescents.

    Yeah, Sheila, way to think that one through.

    I love swimming for the exercise, and it allows me to be as close to
naked in public, as legally possible. I don't get all the admiring glances,
and many more ogling stares, from just being a beautiful sixteen-year-old
with long blonde hair, and an athletically-slender figure. My puffy nipples
protrude like thick, cone-like little mountains on the shallow rises of my
petite tits. Seeing how noticeable they are in normal attire, it can be
startling trying to imagine them in a tight, skimpy red string bikini. Then
add in how they swell when I'm aroused, which is annoyingly way too often,
and well . . . .

    Between a sunny day in early June, and going on the noon hour now, the
locker room was all but deserted. A naked mature lady near the entrance, in
good shape considering the myriad of stretch marks across her now-leaner
body, was slipping into a gold one-piece bathing suit. Personally I thought
the colour was a bit tacky, but in all fairness she'd think my little
bikini was slutty.

    The only other occupant, two lockers down from my assigned one, was an
undressing girl who couldn't be more than six years old, tops. Surprisingly
it seemed she was changing by herself, unaccompanied by a mother, a sister,
or even a friend. It was far from the first time I'd seen such a thing, but
I still felt for her.

    She was quite the cutie, too, being right up there with Melody for
adorableness.

    Soft brown hair flowed past her shoulders, accenting big brown eyes and
a heart-shaped face. Down to a pink t-shirt and My Little Pony panties, she
smiled at me starting to tug up the shirt's hem, which was apparently a
little tight for her.

    Smiling back, I opened my locker and started undressing. While
stripping off my white tank top and clinging jeans, having gone sans socks
and a bra as usual, I couldn't resist glancing out the corner of an eye at
her. Like Melody, she was petite and slender, her flat chest having tiny
nipples as pink as mine. Also like Melody and myself, her creamy flesh bore
no tan lines. I swallowed hard as she bent over, her sweet little ass
shaking almost invitingly, as she wriggled out of her panties.

    Whose dumb idea was it, to come to this cornucopia of forbidden
desires?

    Then again, I wasn't the only one stealing peeks.

    Lifting off my tank top, baring my puffy-nippled boobs, I caught her
sneaky eyes go wide before she quickly looked away. That her skin started
to colour, in what I suspected was a flush rather than a blush, had my
libido jumping up and down and pointing frantically.

    I squashed the pesky little version of me with a giant Monty Python
foot, lest she gain more of her already-sizable foothold.

    Peeling out of my jeans, leaving only my red thong, again the girl's
eyes gawked at me for as long as she dared. There was no mistaking it
now. That was no blush. Six years old or not, the little girl was staring
at me with a hunger I know all too well!

    My head swirling, it was one of the few times I didn't know what to
do. The obvious thing, and legal I might add, was to pretend none of this
was happening. Carry on, stiff upper lip, and all that rot. But all I could
envision was pouncing on the naked little cutie, to tongue her hairless
baby pussy right here in the locker room, and onlookers be damned. Or
better yet, join in to make it an orgy!

    Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why can't I have a normal libido like other
sixteen-year-olds? Why is trying to control my surely-abnormal hormones,
like trying to hold back a wall of sand?

    Why does every, slightest, imagined-sexual innuendo by a child,
threaten to turn me into a foaming, lust-crazed sex-fiend?

    Thankfully I was saved by, of all people, the mature woman as she
walked past. She smiled and nodded, and I returned the polite
gesture. Maybe her gold one-piece suit wasn't all that tacky I guess, but
it be better if she had a tan. Then she disappeared around a corner,
leading into the open showers and the pool beyond.

    That one, fleeting moment of normality was just enough. Seizing my
chance, I slammed the lid down hard on my libido like it was Pandora's box,
and sat on it for good measure. My kingdom for a hammer and nails, some
boards, and an anvil the size of a supertanker.

    Okay, coming here today was a bad idea. I'm not even in the pool, and
already I'm soaked. I'll get dressed again, leave, and maybe hunt down
Princess.

    Princess's actual name is Tammy Quinvare. She's one of the girls at the
orphanage. I call her Princess, though Fucking Stupid Cunt is just as
apt. A twelve-year-old wannabe-blonde, she's pretty enough, but her
attitude at times makes her ugly in my eyes. She even started babysitting
last year, after learning how profitable it sometimes can be. Spending an
afternoon arguing with that snotty little bitch, will douse my monstrous
libido down to size.

    Of the many issues I've got with Tammy, it's that she has several
different adult men who she regularly sees, usually one night every odd
week each. They pay her, to treat her like a pet and their slave for the
night, a fact she loves flaunting in my face every chance she gets. I know
exactly why she keeps boasting, despite that I keep telling her I couldn't
care less. Personally, I don't have a problem with Tammy's . . . kinky
quirks, so long as the men don't actually hurt her, beyond the
relatively-minor pain I know she gets off on. No, my problem is one day
it'll go too far. Though she likes rough sex, sooner or later her
pretend-rapes will end up becoming a real one. As much as most days I'd
like to punch her lights out, again, I'd never, ever wish rape upon
anyone. I actual fear the day, when the police will find Tammy's naked
corpse laying in an alleyway, completely alone as she has made herself be
in life.

    Fuck! Even just thinking of that masochistic little cunt is helping me
cool off. I'll remember to thank Princess later, if I don't end up giving
her another black eye first.

    Reaching back into my locker for my jeans, a sudden outburst erupted
next to me.

    "I hate you! Stupid, shitty--- Fuck!"

    Startled, I turned to find the little potty-mouthed girl sitting down
hard on the bench, arms crossed angrily over an orange spandex tube top
keeping her flat chest modest. On the tile floor beneath her dangling bare
feet, lay a pair of untied, green cotton bikini bottoms. Her lovable face
was fifty-percent fury, fifty-percent pout, and one-hundred-percent ready
to break into frustrated tears.

    Going down on a knee before her, still in just the red thong, I placed
a comforting hand on her naked thigh. "What's the matter, honey?"

    "Stupid bikini," she sulked, those big doe eyes brimming now. "I can't
tie it right, meaning I can't go swimming!"

    I nodded in sympathy. "I remember the first time I tried tying my own
string bikini. Oh, the unbearable horror it caused me that day!"

    Uncrossing her arms and leaning forward eagerly, she blinked back the
threatening tears. "What happened?"

    "You don't want to know. It's a day I can never forget."

    "Please tell me," she started all but bouncing up and down on the
bench. "You just got to tell me! Pleeease!"

    "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. I was about your age---"

    "Six?"

    I nodded. Despite my melodramatics, ten years on, the memory had
actually become a fond one.

    "So there I was, standing on the small diving board---"

    "Like this?" She rose to stand on the bench above me, as if it was the
end of a diving board. Just above my eye level, was the naked, perfect
cleft of her bald pussy.

    "Exactly like that. It felt like everyone's eyes in the pool were
watching me, as I prepared to make the gold-winning dive of a lifetime."
She closed her eyes, sinking into my tale as only a child can. "Curling my
toes, and raising my arms above my head, I took a deep breath . . . then
felt on my hip the bikini's knot slipping, untying itself. This couldn't be
happening to me, I had thought in horror. Like in slow motion, the knot
came undone, and the strings flew in different directions. I tried to bring
my hands down, hoping against hope to prevent what was about to happen, but
it was like my arms were pushing through sticky molasses. I could not stop
my bikini bottoms, as they started sliding off of me."

    The girl stood there trembling slightly, reliving my experience through
her imagination.

    "All those people waiting for my dive, now watched as my bikini fell to
the side, baring my privates for each and every one of them to see." As she
gasped, her own privates quivered in sympathy. "Time froze for me as
hundreds of eyes stared up at me, all focused on only my naked pussy. It
seemed a million years passed, as they kept staring, and staring, and
staring."

    Although her expression reflected her shared horror of that moment, so
too was there a trace of . . . excitement.

    "Then, like a lightning flash, time suddenly jerked back to
normal. Able to move again, my whole body turned redder than a tomato, and
I jumped into the water to hide. It took more than an hour for my parents
to finally drag me out of the pool still crying, and swearing I'd never,
ever, wear a bikini again."

    A shiver coursed through her as she opened her eyes, and I noted her
bare cunt had reddened and swelled slightly, the inner edges now
moist. While it wasn't as intense, it's the same reaction I have when
reliving that still-vivid memory. Fighting the powerful urge to bury my
face in her tiny aroused cunt, I looked up into her angelic, and rather
flushed, face.

    "So," she asked a bit breathlessly, "did you ever wear a bikini again?"

    I nodded. "The very next time I went swimming. Of course, my mother
helped tie it first."

    "Could you help me tie mine?"

    "Certainly, except," I hesitated, then threw caution to the wind,
"doing it the way my mother did, would mean I'd have to sort of hold your
privates."

    "Really? Cool! Oops! I mean, it's okay. If you're okay with it. I don't
mind. My name's Kassie. What's yours?"

    In everything that happen so far, I'd completely forgotten about asking
the cutie her name. Well, it's not like there wasn't other things occupying
my attention.

    "Kassie's a very nice name. I'm Sheila. It's a pleasure to meet you,
Kassie."

    Asking the universe not to have anyone come into the locker room for
the next few minutes, I retrieved her green bikini bottoms from the
floor. Rising to my feet, I had the standing girl spread her legs a
bit. Working the bottoms in place, I firmly held them there using the span
between my index finger and thumb, snug against the cleft of her cunt and
ass. Instantly I felt the cloth dampen from Kassie's arousal, though it
wasn't as close to being as sodden my thong's crotch was. Pinching closed
one side, I instructed her to tie the other side with a bow knot. It took
her several tries but she did it, then repeated it on the opposite hip.

    Slowly withdrawing my hand from the warmth of her baby-hole, I think we
were both equally reluctant I had to eventually.

    She hopped down from the bench to study the knots in the nearby wall
mirror. Then she rocketed back to throw herself tight against me. I wasn't
sure what was more shocking. Kassie's vice grip-like arms crushing my
narrow waist, or that her face was pressed to the soaked thong over my
pubic mound.

    "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

    "You're . . . welcome," I wheezed.

    Instead of releasing me, Kassie's cheek began nuzzling my wet thong.

    "You're so soft and warm, and smell so nice," the little girl purred
dreamily. "I wish I could snuggle with you in bed, like with Daddy and my
brother. I like their thingies, but I miss Mommy's pussy."

    Oh dear god! I hope the rec center has an emergency defibrillator, as
I'm about to go into cardiac arrest!

    Suddenly she pulled back just enough to stare at my throbbing
pussy. "Hey, do you have fur like Daddy? Can I check?" Before I could even
think of replying, she tugged down the red thong, baring my small triangle
of blonde pubes, and my shaven-smooth cunt.

    "Oh wow," she exclaimed in awe, then once again rubbed her face
lovingly against my naked, drenched pubes and pussy. "They're the same
colour as your hair. Even wet they're so soft and silky. Daddy's are hard,
and feel scratchy on my face."

    Even if my mind wasn't staggering in shock of what Kassie was
innocently revealing, my trembling legs were threatening to collapse under
me at any moment. Sinking down to sit on the bench, I blinked like an
upright comatose victim. A six-year-old girl, a complete stranger I'd just
met minutes ago, not only rubbed her face on my bare cunt, but openly told
me . . . .

    I'd experienced many odd situations in my sixteen years, especially the
last four as a babysitter, but nothing came close to this.

    "Are you okay?" Kassie asked in sudden concern.

    "I . . . ."

    It had all come out of the blue so fast. I was use to being the
shipper, not the receiver. Still, part of my brain remained at least
partially functional, as I realized the girl was looking more and more
worried by the second without an answer. Dammit, Sheila! Snap out of it! I
vowed years ago never to make a child suffer, and I wasn't about to start
now!

    "Yes," I finally nodded, feeling my focus returning. "I'm alright. Just
. . . a little overwhelmed at the moment, but okay."

    Hands flying to her mouth, the blood drained from Kassie's face, and
her eyes became wide as saucers.

    "Oh no," she whimpered in horror through her fingers, increasingly
shaking her head in denial, as fat tears spilling down her cheeks. "I
told. Daddy said never to . . . bad men touches . . . cops will take him
and Alex . . . it's my fault . . . it's all my fault . . . ."

    Acting more on instinct than anything else, I pulled the trembling
little girl onto my lap, holding her tight to me as I started rocking back
and forth.

    "It's okay, sweetie," I soothed in whispers. "Your secret's safe with
me. I'll never tell anyone, ever. I won't say anything that will get you,
your daddy, or Alex in trouble. That's a promise, Kassie. Everything's
okay. There's nothing to worry about now, okay?"

    Although her shaking lessened somewhat, I knew she wasn't fully
convinced. Even behavioural sciences doesn't cover a situation as
. . . unique as this. However, there was something that might work, though
it meant taking a great risk myself. At the moment, though, that didn't
matter. All that did, was reassuring a very terrified little girl.

    "I promised my own daddy and mommy," I whispered just loud enough for
her to hear, "that I'd never tell anyone about our own special touches and
kisses. I loved my parents so much, and how special and loved they made me
feel, especially when we played our secret games together."

    Kassie's trembling slowly began subsiding, as did the tears soaking my
naked breastbone, but I kept rocking her like a mother would her precious
child.

    "One day, when I was eight," I continued, "I met this older boy who was
new at school. His name was Gary, and he was twelve. From the moment I saw
him, all I could think about was playing with Gary's cock. Before I had
realized it, I told him how much I loved playing with my daddy's cock, and
wished I could play with his, too. When I realized what I'd done, I
cried. I feared he'd tell on me, and the cops would come to take my parents
away, forever. But Gary promised he'd never tell anyone, and he never did."

    Sniffling, Kassie looked up at me. "D-did you and Gary . . . ."

    "Many, many times," I smiled fondly at the memories, "including many
times with him, myself, and my parents all playing together."

    Her eyes widened, and I tenderly swiped the tear tracks off her
heart-shaped face. "Your parents knew . . . that you told? Weren't they
mad?"

    "They were troubled by it at first," I reassured her, "but after we had
a heart to heart talk about it, they were glad no one had got into
trouble. I learned from it, though, and was very, very careful after that,
never to reveal our secret again."

    She nodded in understanding, and I knew both intuitively and
intellectually that she'd learned from this, just as I had half my lifetime
ago. While Kassie had the impulsiveness of a normal six-year-old, she was
also smart, and irresistibly cute. In many ways, she reminded me of myself
back then.

    "Sheila?" She looked up at me, her big brown eyes so much as like those
of a baby fawn. Her voice dropped to a secretive whisper. "Can you put your
fingers in me, like Mommy use to? I'll do it to yours, too. I need to
cummie sooo bad! Please?"

    "I . . . I'd love to," I admitted, stunned by the openness of her
pleading, "but we can't here, in public. If someone came in and caught us,
then we'd both be in very, very big trouble."

    "Not if we're on the toilet. Me and Mommy always needed cummies, and
sometimes we'd go in store bathrooms, to give each other cummies at the
same time. I can show you how, and I promise I won't make a sound! Please,
Sheila? Pleeease?"

    There was no way logic could predict a simple trip to the public pool,
could have taken this turn. There was no way any of this was ethical, in
any sense of the word. There was no way so-called average people could, or
would understand the relentless and consuming needs that girls like Melody
and I, and apparently Kassie and her mother, lived with everyday.

    And there was no way I could hope to resist Kassie's heartfelt plea.

    "Okay," I agreed. Kassie's face lit up brighter than a girl at
Christmas, discovering a pony under the tree. "But first, let me get into
my bikini."

    As I exchanged my soaked thong for my red string bikini, a mental image
floated through my mind, such as it is at times. It was of the Pandora's
box that I had temporarily trapped my libido in, complete with my imaginary
normal self still sitting atop it. Suddenly the box's lid blew off with
such force, it was sent arcing into the sky to disappear, along with it my
imaginary self, cartwheeling and yelling in written Japanese kanji
characters. Yeah, I'm definitely way too much into anime and Japanese dance
music. Not that I'd give either up in a heartbeat.

    Finishing tying up the skimpy, tight red string bikini, I gave a silent
sigh. My aroused puffy nipples were so obvious, straining from the gentle
bumps of my boobs, it looked as if I had a two-inch, miniature volcano in
each cupping triangle. It didn't help any my bikini bottoms were already
soaked through, nor that my fair skin burned with a lustful flush. If
anyone saw me here in the womens locker room right now, they'd think I was
the physical manifestation of horniness given life.

    Grabbing my hand, Kassie eagerly half-dragged me the whole way to the
set-apart restroom stalls. She selected the larger wheelchair-accessible
stall not so much for its size, but as it was the last one butted in the
far corner. Once the wide door was latched, I turned to my little fawn, who
was trembling with excited anticipation.

    For the first time, since my mother and father introduced me their
special touches and kisses, I was the student instead of the teacher. A
six-year-old girl was actually going to teach me, a sixteen-year-old
near-nymphomaniac, in the art of having sex in a public place. The unique
gift Kassie was giving wasn't lost on me, making it all the more special.

    "So," I whispered, "how do we do this?"

    "You sit on the toilet, and I climb on your legs," she instructed
softly, then looked down in frustration at her bikini bottoms. "We need our
pussies naked, but mine's tied too tight."

    It was one problem with string bikinis. You had to tie them tight to
keep them from slipping down, or completely off, when swimming and
diving. One solution was to simply pull aside the crotch, like with panties
for a fast piss, or a quickie. While a useful trick, for what we had in
mind, it wouldn't bare enough for either of our likings.

    Having a decade of experience with string bikinis, I squatted before
Kassie and undid one of the hip knots, then peeled the front and rear of
the bottoms back to press around a thigh. Normally the tactic only worked
after they'd been soaked in the pool, but our arousal had already moistened
them enough with our own juices, that they'd hold temporarily.

    The vagina. Is there any dilemma that nature's miracle of engineering
can't overcome?

    Doing the same with my own bikini bottoms, I raised the toilet seat
cover to sit with legs parted, allowing easy access to my cunt. Lifting
Kassie up onto my legs facing me, she wriggled around to straddle me
mid-thigh, hooking the tops of her bare feet back just above my knees. Not
only was the little girl limber, she'd definitely done this countless times
before.

    The moment she was settled, she pushed up my bikini top to latch her
sweet mouth on an engorged puffy nipple. She was a real pro, using her
whole mouth, tongue and teasing teeth. As well, she alternated tits every
minute or so, somethings boys commonly forgot about. At the same time, her
small hand found my quivering love-hole, where I discovered her skill
didn't just rival Melody's solely in suckling nipples!

    I guess I just learned public sex's rule number one; every second
counts.

    Holding Kassie with my hand in her spread ass crack, rubbing its length
and tiny rosebud already slippery with her cunt's excess juices, I dipped
my other hand between us. Her bald pussy eagerly accepted my finger like an
old friend. Obviously having lost her hymen long ago, the digit sank into
her wet gripping depths to the last knuckle. As she was sawing three of her
fingers in me, and working in the fourth to my eye-crossing bliss, I added
a second finger. By the desperation of her suckling moan, and the give of
her cunt between it's squeezing bites, two fingers weren't
enough. Carefully I eased a third slender finger inside. Kassie shuddered
in rapture, but a moment later was silently urging that she needed
more. Complying with a fourth finger, she gasped around the puffy nipple
filling her mouth, then started rocking hard on my thrusting fingers, as if
trying to swallow my whole palm next.

    Either her father's cock would shame a stallion, or she masturbated
using rolling pins!

    As for myself, she had me in a state of mind-blowing ecstasy.

    Granted, my puffy nipples and needy pussy are very receptive to start
with, and being this worked up, almost any contact would cause me
near-unbearably ecstasy. Add to that the fear of getting caught at any
moment, and Kassie's quiet but no less greedy mouth on my throbbing
cones. Top that off with half my hand fucking her prepubescent
baby-factory, and her own fingers working my spasming pussy. The sum effect
was my lesser climaxes were coming so fast and furiously, one right after
another, I was already nearing sight of my "big Oh."

    Then my bladder slapped the panic button.

    "Shit," I whispered hoarsely, absently noting the inaccuracy of my
utterance. "Kassie! I've got to piss! Bad!"

    Lifting her face from my tits, surrounded by a long mane of soft brown
hair, her doe-eyes burned with a fire as hot as her hairless cunt around my
fingers.

    "Fuck my ass," the six-year-old whispered desperately. "Fuck it like
Daddy does Alex's ass!"

    Without thinking, my hand rubbing her juice-slick ass crack pushed a
finger into her tiny bum home. While not as freely-accepting as her pussy
was, it was long familiar with welcoming guests.

    "Yes! More! Harder!"

    Adding a second finger that she pleaded for, my bladder was still
fighting my raging cunt for who'd burst first. "K-Kassie . . . I
. . . can't . . . hold---"

    "Piss on me," Kassie begged, then engulfed an entire puffy nipple back
in her starving mouth, her tiny nipping teeth only further enhancing the
searing pleasure. My bladder already reaching the point of no return, her
words shattered the last of my resistance.

    What felt like gallons of piss drown the girl's frantically-fucking
fingers, already drenched in my girl-cum. Kassie shifted her face to what
passed for my cleavage to muffle a high-pitched squeal, as her body
furiously bucked and writhed in the clutches of an orgasm.

    Suddenly Kassie's own geyser of piss streamed over my palm and wrist,
feeling like hot liquid silk.

    My orgasm exploded with the power of a supernova, igniting every cell
of my body in naked ecstasy. Lifting my face to the ceiling, only my
clamping throat somehow kept my scream from freeing itself, save for a long
whine of agonizing rapture escaping through my clenched teeth.

    Finally Kassie's spent, trembling form half-collapsed atop me. A few
moments later my muscles, rigoured from the intensity of my orgasm,
unlocked from the blissful warmth spreading through me. Thankfully the
toilet kept me, and the little girl draped along my sweat-dampened legs and
chest, from falling bonelessly to the tiled floor.

    Panting in our mutual afterglow, I decided public sex was so getting
added, to my already incredibly long list of favourite ways of making love.

    Kassie stirred with a soft moan, then raised herself to suddenly fling
her arms around my neck and kiss me. For a moment I was stunned by the
passion and love fueling it, before returning it pulling her closer, so the
lips of our still-throbbing pussies pressed together like our melded lips
and intertwining tongues.

    Our kissing came to an abrupt halt, as the sound of bare feet padding
wetly on the tiles echoed slightly from the direction of the
showers. Giving the universe a very heartfelt thanks for granting us the
invaluable time it had, I gave my little fawn an exaggerated wink.

    "Almost done making potty?" I asked in a surprisingly normal tone.

    "Potties is for babies," Kassie returned reprovingly, giving me a
smiling wink back. "Big girls tinkle."

    A smothered snicker came from the newcomer as she passed the restroom's
open entrance, on her way deeper into the locker room.

    Giving Kassie another kiss lowering her feet to the floor, I tied our
bikini bottoms back in place and flushed the toilet. Hand in hand, we went
straight for the showers, to help rid us of the evidence not so easily
washed away, as sweat and piss were. The girl mimicked my alternating the
shower between hot and bone-numbing cold, as I've learned it was the
quickest way to douse the tell-tale sign of flushed skin. Unfortunately, my
puffy nipples were another matter. Anything but cold water wouldn't
diminish their noticeable state of arousal. Cold water, though, only made
them stand out just as bad, and sometimes worse.

    It's not the first time, it would look like I was smuggling small
missile warheads in my bikini top.

    The only thing I could do, was fall back on the babysitter's third rule
of survival: show no weakness. The rule's origin is a simple one. Allow
kids to think you're not in control anymore, even for a moment, then you
might as well put your head between your knees, and kiss your babysitting
ass goodbye.

    A more significant matter, though, was occupying my thoughts as we
showered.

    I can see in Kassie's eyes, every time she looks at me now, her desire
to continue being lovers. I'm more than willing, as I have comfortably-open
relationships with all my many partners, including my closest and dearest
lover, Melody. If I was to include Kassie among them however, knowing the
secret she'd let slip, means I need to take perhaps the greatest risk I've
ever dared.

    It would be a gamble that in the end, might very well destroy me. While
some would say it was taking a leap of faith, others would point out it was
a fool's venture.

    Myself, I call it following my heart.

    Shutting off our showers, Kassie grabbed my hand again. "Come on," she
urged excitedly. "You've just gotta meet Daddy and Alex. They're going to
freak big time how awesome you are!"

    This time I resisted. Still holding her hand, I went down on a knee to
look her in the eyes. She stopped tugging upon seeing my earnest
seriousness.

    "Kassie," I said softly, "there's something we must talk about first."

    "Oh," she replied, in the same, quiet sotto voce. "You mean never
telling anybody about our . . . you know? I won't. I promise."

    "Actually," I steeled myself, "there is someone we do need to tell, or
we'll never be able to do this again. I think you know who I'm talking
about."

    Her adorable brow wrinkled for a moment, then she jerked back against
my grip in horror, whipping her head side to side, those terrified brown
doe eyes silently pleading.

    "Kassie," I reached out with my free hand to fondly stroke her cheek,
"the only chance we have to be together, is if you trust me on this."

    "B-b-but---"

    Quieting her with a finger to her lips, I gave her a quick kiss.

    "I'm just as scared as you are, honey. If there was another way for us
to be together again, any way at all, I wouldn't be asking for you to let
me do this. But there isn't any other way. Do you remember how I told you
about my parents learning about Gary, the boy I'd met? Because they had
learned of it, Gary and I were not only able to be together, but also share
our special touches and kisses together with my parents."

    Pausing to let her absorb that, I could see the six-year-old slowly
beginning to bring the pieces together. Kids are smarter than people think,
but far too often they aren't given the opportunity to work things out for
themselves.

    "This choice is solely up to you, Kassie, and you're the only one who
can make it."

    Watching her struggle with the monumental choice, which is probably the
greatest one she's ever been burdened with in her six years, I couldn't
help but feel pride swelling in my breast. My little fawn was thinking very
seriously about this, while at the same time still struggling with the fear
of it.

    Then Kassie threw her arms around my kneeling neck, burying her face in
my wet blonde hair as she hugged me desperately.

    "Yes," she whispered in my ear. "I want to be with you again, Sheila!"

    "Thank you," I whispered, rubbing her back reassuringly. I eased her
back enough to look her in the eyes. "Your brother, that would be Alex?"

    "Uh-huh. He's eleven now." Her lips quirked in a grin. "And he's a big
time dork sometimes, too."

    "I've heard that about brothers," I smiled. "Okay, here's what I need
you to do. Introduce me to your father and Alex, like you were going to in
the first place. Then could you go off with Alex to play for a bit, so your
father and I can talk alone?"

    She nodded determinedly, already thinking how to draw her brother away.

    "Alright, let's do it," I rose. This time I took her hand. Although my
heart was pounding in my chest, my will was resolute.

    Stepping from the womens locker room into the huge indoor pool, I was a
little surprised. For a Saturday in early June, there weren't all that many
swimmers today. It would partly explain our lack of interruption earlier,
though I still sent another thanks to the universe at large, hoping it
would continue to smile upon us. Kassie scanned the waters, then the other
parts of the pool's tiled perimeter.

    "There," she pointed, tugging me towards the whirlpool tub set into the
rear wall.

    Nearing the whirlpool, I only saw two people visible over the tub's
raised tile rim. Closest to us and the pool, was the back of an adult's
head, the trimmed dark hair greying at the temples. On the tub's far side
facing us, a boy stood up waving to catch our already caught
attention. Even from this distance, I could see two things about the
boy. One was the family resemblance between him and Kassie.

    The second was, eleven-year-old Alex was a major hottie!

    Despite being only able to see him from mid-chest and up, I already
liked what I was seeing. While lean, by the subtleness of his build and
span of his shoulders, my guess was Alex was set to later become quite a
strapping young man. With a few more years of growth, of course. His
chestnut hair was on the longish side, so much so that the forelocks were
falling across his expressive eyes, giving his boyishly-handsome face a
roguish cast to it.

    Alex was trying not to appear blatant in ogling me, and was quite
unsuccessful. Now, most boys would've been solely fixated on my
still-obvious puffy nipples, straining my wet red bikini tops. Not that
Alex was wholly innocent of that, I might add. It was a nice change,
though, to see him taking in the whole of my athletically-trim figure, long
legs, wet blonde hair draped across my shoulders, and beautiful face. In
first impressions, that was worth major bonus points in my books.

    At this point, my libido would've been straining at her leash, to say
the least. The boy most certainly had her revved up and raring to
go. However, the pesky, always-horny version of myself was also all too
aware of the importance of what was to come. As she was showing surprising
patience for the moment, no doubt she expected a treat later, for being
such a good libido.

    I had the perfect milk bone for her in my sights.

    Before reaching the whirlpool tub, the adult rose slightly to turn
enough to see us, resting an arm on the tiled rim. No doubt he had to be
Kassie's father. In spite of his neat salt and pepper hair, he didn't look
older than his mid-thirties. Clean-shaven with a strong jaw, he had the
rugged good looks of a Hollywood cowboy. If his near-hairless chest was any
indication, I'd say he had the fit physique of an honest cowboy, too. Even
if Alex only grew to possess three-quarters his father's masculinity, then
every school football team and cheerleader around, will be begging for him
to score touchdowns with them.

    Kassie released my hand to run and jump in the whirlpool with a squeal,
soaking her family before giving her father a hug and kiss. As tempted as I
was to do the same, I politely squatted down next to the rim on my bare
tiptoes. Alex was trying hard to at least appear unaffected. Underneath the
frothing warm water, though, I'm sure his poor boyhood had to be painfully
hard, with my shallow tits and jutting puffy nipples so near his cute face.

    "Daddy, Alex," Kassie now sat in her father's lap, glanced between
them, "this is Sheila. She helped me get my bathing suit on. It kept coming
off before I could tie the strings."

    Alex nodded a shy greeting. His brown eyes, partly-obscured by his
longish hair, kept alternating between the water and my tits every two
seconds. I gave him a warm smile, which no doubt made his boner throb even
worse.

    Kassie's father, holding his daughter in his half-turned lap, smiled
genuinely. "We were wondering what was taking Kassie so long. My thanks for
helping her, Sheila. Like most men, I doubt I would've known how to solve
that dilemma."

    I grinned. "No problem. Personally, I find it more fun undoing the
strings, than tying them."

    In the handsome man's gold-flecked hazel eyes, I saw my not exactly
subtle quip hit close to the bull's-eye. After a moment, he blinked, but
now was looking at me in a slightly different light.

    "Where are my manners?" he offered me his hand. "I'm Ray
O'Connell. Obviously you already know Kassandra---"

    "Daddy!"

    "And that's my son, Alexander."

    "Sheila Donnelly, and it's a pleasure," I shook Ray's firm hand, giving
it an extra little squeeze. Then I shook Alex's hand as well, and let my
index finger give his wrist a little caress. To the eleven-year-old's
credit, he just managed to keep his instant blush from flash-boiling the
tub's water. "Mind if I join you?"

    "Please, by all means."

    Easing into the tub beside Ray, I couldn't help an almost sexual
sigh. Not only was the whirlpool the most secluded place available right
now, the roiling warm waters were heavenly after the exertion of sex. I
settled in to mimic Ray, resting an arm on the rim as I sat half-turned
facing him, but I also kept an eye on the pool at the same time.

    Kassie swam from her father's lap to her brother's side across the tub,
where she started whispering something in his ear. Meanwhile, I
"accidentally" let a bare foot drift along the ruggedly-handsome man's own
foot.

    "You know," I said, "outside of winter, most people ignore the
whirlpool here. Swimming's great, but sometimes a relaxing soak can bring a
body a lot more pleasure. Especially after working up a sweat."

    "I . . . see," Ray replied. "Then you're one of those
workout-workhorses, as we use to call them back in university?"

    "Well, I do love a good workout, but I don't get enough opportunities
to indulge in them as I'd like. Most times it's just me and the girls, as
it's difficult finding male workout partners, who actually want to keep up
with our strenuous routines," I smiled, flicking my deep blue eyes in
Alex's direction, as my foot brushed along Ray's ankle.

    "Uh, yes, I can imagine. So, do you have a . . . preference, for either
male or female workout partners?"

    "Not really," I now steadily caressed his shin with my toes. "Working
out with other girls and women is great, as we know how best to get the
most out of exercising with each other. I'm sure it's the same with men and
boys working out, eh?" The look in Ray's eyes, as he momentarily glanced at
his son, confirmed my longing suspicion.

    "I also enjoy workouts with boys and men," I added. "Not so much for
the often competitive nature, but pushing yourself against the opposite sex
can really get the blood pumping."

    Ray swallowed hard, and I knew Alex's stiffie was no longer alone in
the tub now.

    The entrepreneurial teenage babysitter in me shook a finger, scolding
this amount of open-brazenness wasn't like myself. The reincarnated mad
scientist in me grinned, rubbing her hands together manically. The ravenous
libido in me enthusiastically waved pom-poms, cheering loud enough to rival
an entire pep squad.

    Across the tub, the siblings' whispered exchanges were getting more
intense. While Kassie's smile was widening, Alex's frown was deepening.

    Suddenly Alex jerked away from his sister, staring hard at her. "Don't
you dare!"

    Kassie grinned evilly. "Oh, Sheila. Guess what Alex thinks of your---"

    "I'm gonna kill you!"

    Barely managing to evade her older brother's tackling lunge with a
squeak, the six-year-old gleefully jumped from the tub to dash for the
pool, Alex in hot pursuit. It's a good thing the boy's a fast runner,
otherwise the whole pool would get an eyeful of his skimpy blue speedos,
and the shockingly-noticeable bulge straining the front of them.

    "Hey," Ray barked after them. "Don't run in the--- Ah, forget it. Why
do I even bother some days?"

    "Because you love them, that's why. My parents often asked the very
same thing with me at Kassie's age, despite the," I softened my voice,
placing a hand on his thigh atop his swim trunks, "very intimate bond my
parents and I shared."

    His hazel eyes widened slightly staring into mine, as the last shred of
uncertainty was ripped away. He knew now.

    Ray's stunned whisper was almost too quiet to hear, over the tub's
burbling waters. "The reason Kassie took so long . . . ."

    "Honestly, she really couldn't tie her bikini bottoms. It was because
of that frustration, that I offered to help. We instantly began bonding as
friends, like us girls can sometimes do out of the blue with each other."

    I moved my hand up to gently cup the pronounced bulge in his submerged
swim trunks, noticing how thick his semi-limp cock was. I can't say I blame
Ray for having begun to lose his erection. I'm sure it's hard keeping a
boner, when a stranger hits you between the eyes with a dump truck.

    "After a bit," I added, keeping my voice barely a whisper, "we went to
a bathroom stall, to share in mutual relief."

    By the expression Ray tried unsuccessfully to cover, he knew about his
wife's restroom-romps with Kassie. Shifting my hand down to reassuringly
rub his thigh, I plunged ahead.

    "Please, hear me out fully and completely," I asked sincerely. "If
after that, you want to tell me to get out of your family's life forever,
I'll respect your wish, and none of this ever happened. Period. But would
you allow me the chance to explain?"

    After a long, inner-struggling moment, he finally nodded, albeit
shakily.

    Well Sheila, old girl, here goes . . . everything.

    "My parents and I shared everything," I started, "including our
bodies. My earliest memories are of when I was just four years old in their
bed, and my parents would take turns planting raspberry kisses across my
face and neck. Then they'd would go lower as we all slowly undressed. I can
remember how special I felt when the raspberries became lingering kisses,
especially on my then-tiny nipples and baby pussy. Later my father and I
would do the same with my mother, and then my father had his turn pinned
down by my mother and I."

    I smiled fondly at the memories, returning my hand to Ray's crotch, not
surprised to find him already hard again. Absently I cupped his thick
monster while going on with the tale.

    "It wasn't too long afterwards, that I'd watch in the same bed as
they'd make love, and later on I joined in that love. At first it would be
sitting on one of their faces, getting my little snatch lovingly tongued as
the other rode them, or taking turns sucking and eating each other out. I
had kept begging and begging for my father to put his cock in me, so I
could feel how special he made my mother feel. Both of them were hesitant,
seeing I was so young. But finally they granted my most wanted desire."

    Slipping a slender hand under the waistband of Ray's swim trunks, I
discovered I was mistaken. His cock wasn't a monster. It was something out
of near-nymphomaniac's fantasy! I couldn't full wrap my hand all the way
around the thick shaft. A quick guesstimate by feel put it at least nine
inches, maybe closer to ten! With the amount of blood his cock took to get
this hard, it's a wonder how Ray wasn't lightheaded, or even passing out.

    While some girls prefer length over thickness, I'm a girth-girl myself,
but I won't turn down a battleship cannon like this, either. No wonder
Kassie easily took my four fingers, and was still trying for more! Tenderly
stroking his fat cock, with the underside of its crowning head rubbing on
my wrist and forearm, I willed myself to continue.

    "It was Christmas morning, not too long before my fifth birthday. I
laid on a quilt beneath the Christmas tree as naked as my parents were, but
for a big red ribbon and bow my mother had playfully tied around my waist.

    "Only after they'd both made sure I was very wet and aroused, my
father, with my mother's help, slowly worked the lubed head of his thick
cock inside of me. Even that was enough to take my hymen, and bring me my
first true orgasm. I cried from both the pain and the pleasure, but kept
begging him to go deeper.

    "It had seemed to take hours, but by lovingly and carefully rocking his
hips back and forth, the cock that had helped give me life, finally eased
itself into me halfway. At the time it was all I could physically fit, and
the earlier pain was gone.

    "Very slowly at first, then more urgently, my father began actually
fucking me. My mother knelt beside us gripping his cock, so he wouldn't
accidentally go deeper than I could take. I cried in ecstasy with every
pump of his thick cock in my baby pussy. My mother had also been frigging
herself more furiously than I'd ever seen her before. Then she'd cried out
arcing her back, and the very pussy I had come forth from into this world,
sprayed me in her womanly cum.

    "Moments later, my father had gave a strangled cry, and I'd felt every
throb of his cock, as it spewing his boiling cum deep inside my depths.

    "Then I'd had my own orgasm. It had been so intense that I had passed
out, to later wake up cradled lovingly in-between my parents' warm, naked
bodies, beneath the Christmas tree."

    Between my remembrance, and fondly stroking his cock, Ray couldn't hold
back any longer. His body was tensed almost painfully, with only a faint,
straining groan escaping his clenching throat. Then the trunk of his cock
pulsed like firing piston. Even in the whirlpool's warm waters, I felt his
hot cum shooting along the underside of my forearm and elbow. It was easily
the biggest load I've personally witnessed, and my pussy spasmed with the
realization.

    Giving Ray a minute to recuperate, I very gently released his cock,
mindful of its oversensitivity at the moment, and pulled my hand from his
swim trunks to lay it back on his thigh.

    "No doubt you're wondering why I did that," I said softly, still
keeping my voice as low as possible. "There were three reasons. One was
wanting you to understand where I stand. I'm sure my origins help explain
my current views and . . . lifestyle choices, let's say. Second, which I
know all too well, is that arousal clouds the mind, especially when the
hormones are stampeding like a runaway herd of horses. Third, is because I
wanted to do that."

    Looking at me, Ray had recovered enough to nod solemnly. "I see your
points," he whispered a bit hoarsely from his strained throat, "and I
understand them. Please, continue."

    "Mr. O'Connell, I know you're angry at your daughter for her slip, and
disappointed, too." I held up a hand to forestall his reply. "It's a normal
response, and I'd be concerned if you didn't feel that way. However, maybe
after I explain, it'll help you to at least partially understand how and
why it came about.

    "I've already explained to Kassie how when I was eight, I had met an
older boy, and in my horniness, I let slip our family's secret. It turned
out being beneficial, but that's not the point.

    "I was like Kassie, being a young girl with an overdeveloped libido,
and having a family secret I couldn't share. In the locker room, between
our growing friendship and being aroused, added with the impulsiveness of
her age, it's foreseeable how it happened. I'm not trying to make an excuse
for it, but like myself eight years ago, I don't sense that she make the
conscious decision to let it slip. She also mention missing her
mother. Would I be correct in assuming her mother . . . hasn't been present
in her life for a while now?"

    A pained expression crossed Ray's face as he nodded. "Marie passed away
just over a year ago. An undiagnosed, deteriorating heart condition. She
put on a brave face for the kids and myself, but . . . ."

    Finding his hand, I squeezed gently. "I'm very sorry. I lost my parents
to a drunk driver when I was ten."

    He squeezed back, and I was glad to see he understood that while his
children had lost their mother, at least they'd had some time to prepare
before her passing, and still had their father. I kept hold of his hand as
I renewed my explanation.

    "I think Kassie's longing for another female's touch played a
part. Again, I'm not asking for you to excuse her slip, but to try to
understand how it came about, like my parents did with me. They'd sat me
down for a long, heart to heart talk about not just that, but also about
how I felt about everything in my life. I know they were angry and
disappointed, but they also tried to see my side of it as well. Giving a
child the chance to talk about things, even the most trivial of things like
their dislike of school, can often help them, and you, put things into
perspective. It did for me, and for them, too. However, both personally and
as a babysitter, I'd never think of telling any parent how to raise their
child. At the same time, though, I will always try to assist them, if they
want my help."

    I released his hand. "I wish we'd had a better place and a lot more
time to fully discuss this, than in a whirlpool in a public pool," I smiled
gently. "As I said earlier, if you want me gone, I'll respect that. To me,
it'll be as if nothing here happened. I came to the pool, then I went
home. I hope my secret will be as secure with you, as yours will be with
me."

    Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. "I now stand ready for your
decision, whatever it is."

    Ray sat thinking long and hard, on everything. It was hard not to
fidget, but I made myself wait patiently. He needed to work this out
himself. As much as I hoped for one outcome, I also braced for the other.

    Finally his sight turned back from looking inward, and he released a
soft sigh.

    My heart tightened in my chest.

    "I guess the best way to put it," he said, then smiled, "is it's nice
knowing I'm not alone in the world anymore, Sheila."

    Almost bursting into tears, I pulled him into a fierce hug, which after
a moment of surprise he returned. I'm sure more than a few eyebrows were
raised around the pool. After parting, he gestured for his children to come
back. I slid over so Alex could sit beside me, and Kassie between her
brother and father. Naturally the little girl was still worried about being
in major trouble, but Ray gently explained he wasn't angry. He also
expressed that tonight, the three of them were going to order lots of
pizza, and sit down for a heart to heart discussion. Not as a father
scolding, but as a family sharing.

    With the crisis for the most part resolved, my libido began nudging me
again. I guess some things never change.

    Turning to Alex next to me, I couldn't help a grin.

    "You know," I said, "you kind of resemble a little Ben. You know, the
ten-year-old hero from that cartoon show, Ben 10? But I like your longer
hair much better. And your eyes," I playfully toyed with his long forelocks
hanging across his eyes.

    "Really?" the eleven-year-old's lean chest puffed just slightly.

    "Uh-huh. It's too bad Ben's cousin, Gwen, could easily kick his ass any
day of the week."

    "What," Alex exclaimed. "No way! Ben could so take her!"

    Boys. So perfectly predictable.

    "Is that so?" I grinned, then took the three of them by surprise by
suddenly twisting, and straddled the boy's speedo-clad groin. Instantly I
felt his boyhood hardening against my pressing pussy. "Ben may be able to
turn into superheroes, but Gwen knows magic."

    As confused as Alex was with me climbing onto his lap, and even
starting this argument in the first place, one constant remained. An
offended boy fights back, usually regardless of being at an disadvantage.

    Beside us, Kassie was grinning. I think it was seeing her older
brother, finally at the mercy of another girl. I also saw Ray struggling to
contain an ear-to-ear grin. He definitely knew what I was planning, and was
silently urging me on.

    Alex fired the argument's first volley. "Oh yeah? Well, magic can't
beat speed."

    Lifting myself slightly as I carefully reached down between us, my
nimble fingers pulled the front of his speedos down, to hook under his
hairless balls. A quick feel confirmed my suspicions. Young Alex's smooth
boner was very thick for an eleven-year-old, and I'd say a good, solid six
inches. This colt was going to be a real stallion when he finished
growing. Maybe even to the point of surpassing his father's benchmark.

    As I was facing the pool, I was relieved to see the people in the pool
weren't paying the whirlpool any attention.

    What I planned, would take my skills at both multi-tasking, and muscle
control. Along with a whole lot of luck, which I hoped held, I was certain
I could pull this off.

    "Speed's fine and all," I replied casually, easing my bikini bottoms to
the side to bare my shaved vulva, "but you can't run when you're magically
hovering in the air."

    Holding the head of Alex's thick, engorged boyhood to my love-hole's
pleading entrance, I grinned knowing down at him. "I'll make it easy for
you, Alexander. All you have to do, is admit that magic rules. Just admit
that, or I'll keep sitting on you until you do."

    I started sinking down on his blessedly-thick cock.

    "Nooo," the boy cleverly disguised his moan as I'd hoped. I was so
aroused and eager, I sank clean down to his hairless groin in one smooth
motion, fully engulfing his wonderful, six inches of boy-meat in
me. Settled into position, I began manipulating his cock, using solely my
wet, gripping vaginal muscles.

    "Oh god," Alex whispered in rapturous awe, his hands reaching around to
knead and squeeze my firm ass cheeks. "Y-your pussy . . . it's jerking me
off . . . and chewing on it . . . at the same time!"

    Suddenly I felt Kassie's fingers rubbing my submerged clit and pubic
mound, with its small triangle of blonde pubic hair. A glance at her
blissfully-contorted face turned away from the pool, and the slight motion
of Ray's shoulder muscles sitting behind her, told me her father was
fingering her little cunt. Having my hands free, I used one to help work
the six-year-old's own clit and hairless pubic mound, while Ray kept
finger-fucking her.

    An incestuous, pedophilic foursome in the rec center's whirlpool.

    I wouldn't have believed it, if I wasn't in the middle of it!

    More by feel than any other tell-tale sign, I could sense Alex's
impending orgasm. A trooper, he was verbally containing his obvious
ecstasy, but the way his thick cock was throbbing in my hot, squeezing
cunt, he couldn't hold out much longer. Apparently neither could a
trembling Kassie, who was starting to bite her hand to keep from giving us
away.

    "Admit it, Alex," I worked my vaginal muscles even harder. "Just say
yes, and I'll get off you."

    Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head. "No, no, no."

    Beside us, Kassie gave the tiniest squeak around her hand as she
cummed, Ray's other arm around her waist preventing her from thrashing
around. I don't know how Alex had managed to hold himself off for this
long. I hope I get the chance sometime later to find out what else he, and
his family, is capable of.

    "Come on, Alex, just say yes." Throwing my pussy in high gear, I milked
him with everything I had.

    "I . . . won't . . . s-s-say . . . it!"

    With an incredible pulsation, Alex's eleven-year-old cock erupted like
a pent-up volcano, flooding my spasming pussy with his steaming
boy-cum. Damn, he was definitely his father's son alright! Multi-tasker or
not, it took all my concentration not to let my whimpering ecstasy escape
my clenching teeth. While it wasn't the "big Oh" like with Kassie on the
toilet earlier, it still rocked my world with the force of a falling
mountain!

    Suddenly the lifeguard blew his whistle.

    Oh crap!

    "Pool's closing in five minutes," the lifeguard announced.

    I think I'm going to need that emergency defibrillator again, to
restart my heart.

    Shakily getting off an equally-quivering Alex, I tried to appear casual
shifting my bikini bottoms back in place, as he did with his blue
speedos. I couldn't believe it was three o'clock already. Only three hours
had passed since meeting Kassie, then her family. In some ways it felt like
I've known them for far longer.

    Kassie emitted a little giggle as her nerves, and ours, slowly
eased. "That," she whispered, "was way too close!"

    "Indeed," Ray agreed in relief. "Are you two okay?"

    I smiled with a nod. "Purr-fectly happy as a pussy can be, except the
lifeguard owes me a pacemaker now."

    "I think," Alex breathed, staring in a daze at the ceiling, "Sheila's
pussy ate my cock off."

    "If I ate it off," I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "I wouldn't
have any for later, now would I?"

    Ray chuckled, running a hand absently through his neat salt and pepper
hair. "Well kids, and young lady, perhaps we better get going, before they
lock us in here by mistake."

    Kassie grinned slyly. "Would that be a bad thing?"

    As the four of us shared a laugh, I got out and lent Alex a hand
up. After agreeing to meet up out front of the rec center, father and son
went for the mens change room, while Kassie and I went in our own.

    Waiting until we were alone in the showers, I squatted to give Kassie a
fierce hug and quick kiss. As I did, the six-year-old copped a quick feel
of my puffy nipples. It's scary how much she's like me at that age.

    After toweling each other off, at our lockers I got back in my white
tank top, clinging jeans, and runners. More by rote than thought, I checked
my cell phone messages. There was only one text message.

    It was from Princess.

    Frowning, I was about to automatically delete it, but hesitated. If it
was something important, and not related to the selfish twelve-year-old's
interests, then I'd never forgive myself. I opened the text message.

    'need 2 talk 2 u BAD!! PLEASE!!!! asap'

    Please? Tammy actually, fully typed out, leaving incriminating written
evidence, the word "please" to me? Smirking, I went to delete it, then
thought better. I pressed reply and started typing.

    'Go to hell, Princess. Kisses!'

    Smugly sending the text, I snapped the cell phone closed and sealed it
in its black pouch on my belt. The Bluetooth headset was in its own black
pouch next to it. Slinging over a shoulder the knapsack holding my
babysitting emergency kit, I shut the locker. The kit always goes with me,
having learned sometimes emergency babysits can't wait for you to go home
first.

    Besides, with a pussy that occasionally gives me a soaker, it doesn't
hurt carrying back-up thongs and jeans around.

    While waiting for Kassie, I walked to the wall mirror to brush out my
long blonde hair, and apply a trace of lip gloss and faint blue eye shadow,
which highlighted my deep blue eyes. I'm one of the lucky girls who don't
really need make-up, but at times like this, I don't mind a small dab.

    When Kassie had finished dressing in her pink t-shirt, denim miniskirt,
runners, and pink My Little Pony backpack, I gave her long, soft brown hair
a quick brushing as well. Leaving, we met up with the men outside the huge
rec center's front doors, shaded from the early June sun by the building's
overhanging second floor. The pair both wore jeans and t-shirts, the
father's shirt being a light blue, and his son's a solid black. Joining
them, I wasn't surprised Ray stood a full head taller than me. Most likely
Kassie inherited her petiteness from her late mother, while Alex's lean
build and stature took after his father, the top of his longish chestnut
hair reaching my chin.

    Suddenly faced with going our separate ways, none of us wanted to part,
and yet none of us could find something to say. It would've been kind of
laughable, if my heart wasn't being weighed down thinking about having to
head home.

    Then my Bluetooth began beeping softly in its belt pouch.

    I pulled out the small headset. "Excuse me for a moment. I've got to
answer this." Clipping it on an ear, I made sure the jaw microphone was
seated right. If it turned out to be Princess, I'd more than just give her
a black eye.

    "Accept call," I said, which activated the Bluetooth. "Sheila Donnell's
Babysitting Service."

    Around me, three pairs of eyebrows rose in surprise.

    "Sheila? It's Carol. Carol Langdon?"

    From the reception, it sounded like she was on a cell phone herself,
and must be relatively close to be this clear. "Hi, Carol. What's up?"

    "I was wondering if you're at home right now, or out and about. Your
signal sounds close."

    "I'm actually just outside the downtown rec center. Why?"

    "You are?" the ace lawyer exclaimed excitedly. "Could I talk to you,
just for a few moments of your time? I'm turning onto Younge Street now---
Watch it buddy! It was green, you idiot! Green! Sorry. I'll be there in two
shakes of a lamb's tail, 'kay?"

    "Uh, sure? I'll be on the front steps, standing with a gentleman and
two children."

    "Great! I'll see you in a few, dear. Bye!"

    "Bye. Disconnect." Putting the Bluetooth back in the pouch, I looked to
Ray with raised eyebrows. "Does two shakes of a lamb's tail refer to
minutes, or sooner?"

    With a burst of laughter, he shook his head smiling. "Sooner,
generally. I haven't heard that expression in, oh, about as long as someone
last referred to me as a gentleman."

    I grinned. "I call them as I see them. Incidentally, that was a client
of mine I'm sitting for tonight. She just wants to talk to me for a sec."

    "And yet," Ray pointed out, "you look puzzled, no?"

    "I guess so," I admitted with a shrug. "She sounded, I don't know
. . . kind of---"

    I was interrupted as a brand new, black Porsche roadster purred coming
off the main road, and pulled up at the bottom of the wide cement steps we
stood atop. All three O'Connells eyed the sleek machine appreciatively,
each seeing it through different eyes. Their appreciation grew, as an even
sexier Carol Langdon stepped from the prestigious car.

    The thirty-four-year-old ace lawyer was sheathed in a maroon, skirted
business suit, with her lush raven hair pinned up. Rather than it stifling
her gorgeous looks, it accented the sophisticated side of her elegant,
proud chested, high-end stripper physique. The recently-divorced mother of
one didn't need to sue, to get the pants off anyone. They couldn't strip
them off fast enough to give her.

    I'd say that was especially true for Ray, going by his stunned
expression.

    Gracefully taking the steps with long toned legs and high heels, Carol
suddenly stopped just before reaching me, to stand staring at the rugged,
movie cowboy-like man who was staring back at her, equally as
speechless. For the moment, both adults had forgotten about Kassie, Alex,
and I standing around them. Both kids actually seemed quite smitten with
Carol as well, if I was reading their awestruck faces correctly.

    Taking this in, I was struck by another imagined vision.

    The reincarnated mad scientist in me was behind her already-crammed
plotting table, a new paper blizzard of plans and schemes flying off the
board in a blur. On one side behind her stood my libido, smirking and
rubbing her hands rather evilly. Behind the other shoulder stood my
romantic side, dressed in a slinky red evening gown, smiling slyly as she
whispered non-stop in the mad scientist's ear.

    Can't that meddlesome trio ever not be in cahoots, scheming up
something new?

    Seeing we could be here like this for the rest of the day, I softly
cleared my throat. Then I had to repeat it a little louder, before Carol
and Ray snapped back to earth, their eyes suddenly finding a fascination
with each other's shoes.

    Adults blushing. Soooo cute!

    "Ah, sorry," Carol struggled. "I hate to be a bother, but could I
borrow Sheila from you, for a few moments?"

    "Um, sure, not a problem, by all means," Ray stumbled replying.

    Adults crushing. Even cuter!

    Kassie and Alex wore matching, ear-to-ear smirks, exactly like the one
I was just keeping submerged. Ah, soon-to-be accomplices, in the intrigues
of my amorous master plan. That had a nice ring to it.

    Finally managing to pull herself away, Carol walked with me to a polite
distance, her green eyes slowly clearing from their daze. I stood with my
back to the O'Connells, so she could snatch fleeting peeks at them over my
shoulder.

    "Is everything okay, Carol? When you called, you sounded, I guess a
little worried."

    A reflex-denial on her full lips, she caught herself and sighed. "I
was. I was hoping to catch you before tonight, so I could," she took a
steeling breath, "apologize to you, Sheila. For last night."

    "Why? I don't recall any reason to apologize for. I was very glad you
came back in a taxi, rather than drive a bit tipsy."

    "That's just it. I may have been somewhat bombed on champagne, but it
was inexcusable to ask you to, well, undress me, and then when I . . . ."

    "Carol," I laid a reassuring hand on her forearm, "there's absolutely
nothing to apologize for. Besides, I seem to recall giving you a kiss, too,
after tucking you in."

    "Well, yes, but yours was on the forehead, not . . . on the lips."

    "Maybe," I said softly, "it was because I was too nervous last night,
to go that far myself?"

    Her green eyes widened in understanding.

    Okay, so perhaps it was partly from my earlier brazenness with Ray, or
the faint blend of Carol's expensive perfume and tantalizing natural scent,
or that my libido was on her knees pitifully begging. Whatever the reason,
I'd cut away at least a good portion of the bushes we'd been beating around
since last night. Yeah, I was crossing a very dangerous line for any
babysitter. But backed up by intuition, and last night's epiphany about
Carol, I had decided to take that first big step myself, lest the chance
neither of us might have risked it at all.

    Her smile matching the flaring joy in her eyes, she seemed almost
taller, as the burdening weight of her tension and worries evaporated. Then
she yanked me into a heartfelt hug, whispering her gratitude in my
ear. Thank god we're girls, as two guys doing that in public, would've been
awkward to say the least. Of course, I wouldn't mind seeing two men
embracing like we were. And if they happened to desire further expressing
themselves . . . .

    Down girl!

    "So," I asked as we separated, "where's Billy?"

    "He's with my sister right now, shopping for something more presentable
than jeans and old t-shirts. Can you believe it? I just about choked to
death on my bagel this morning, when he asked to go shopping for new
clothes."

    "That's what Melody is doing right now. No doubt driving Sister
Josephina crazy, too, boutique-hopping."

    "Oh. I didn't know your orphanage was run by the Sisterhood."

    "What? No, no. It's not a nun-house. Sister Josephina is an ex-nun." I
lowered my voice conspiratorially. "Between you and me, if she wasn't so
self-disciplined, she'd make even certain priests blush. If you know what I
mean."

    "Oh my," Carol exclaimed equally as hushed, her high cheekbones tinting
the faintest rouge.

    "Only myself and another girl suspect it. I've told Melody, too, but
Sister Josephina's harmless. I don't think she trusts herself beyond the
occasionally look.

    "Besides," I returned to a normal conversational tone, "she's the only
one of the staff who actually likes working there. In fact, Fina would be
the only staff member, if the salary wasn't better than hazard pay for a
waitress, working at a twenty-four hour, all-you-can-eat burrito joint."

    She chuckled, but gently shook her head in amazement. "I hope the
orphanage isn't really as bad as it sounds."

    I rolled my eyes. "Don't even get me started. Trust me."

    Carol rubbed my bare arm. "Hang in there girl. We have a saying where I
come from. The grass is always greener, on the road behind the fertilizer
truck that runs you over."

    As I laughed, she glanced at her watch. "I hate to cut and run, but I'm
due to meet a client in an hour. Helen, my sister, will stay with Billy
until you and Melody arrive. Sorry to have taken you away for so long, from
your friends."

    "New friends actually, but no problem. Which reminds me. Do you have a
spare business card, like the one you gave me? I need to write down my cell
number for them."

    "Certainly," she dug around in her tiny purse. "But why not simply use
one of yours?"

    "Because, mine doesn't have your name and number on it," I grinned
wolfishly.

    Pausing, the thirty-four-year-old's slender eyebrows rose, then
mirrored my grin. "You know you're despicable, don't you?"

    "Coming from an ace lawyer, I'm honoured."

    Before handing over a card and pen, she wrote something hurriedly on
its face, then flipped it over to offer the blank back. As dying of
curiosity as I was to what she wrote, I'd never disrespect her by
peeking. Not that I didn't already have a good idea of the gist. Scribbling
down my name and cell number, I made sure to hold the card so my palm
shielded the face.

    Returning to the O'Connell, Carol paused on her way to her
Porsche. Apologized to them for having taken me so long, she bid them a
fond goodbye, and a "Toodles" in Ray's direction before leaving. Ah,
once-young love.

    Ray turned back after watching the Porsche depart, unable to disguise a
slightly goofy smile. "She was . . . certainly nice."

    "And beautiful," Kassie added, with Alex nodding in agreement.

    "Indeed," I smiled. "Carol's one of my nicer, and more beautiful
clients. I've only known her really from last night, but she has it here,"
I tapped over my heart.

    "Yeah, I like her big tits, too," Kassie said innocently, making the
boys and I laugh.

    I handed Ray the card. "Here's my number, but so you know, it's also my
business number. I always answer business-like, as it's rare I check who
the caller is before answering, and rarer the number on non-clients who
have it."

    "Hey, Dad," Alex spoke, trying to keep standing while twisting his
upper half upside down, "there's something on the back of the card."

    Flipping it over, Ray scanned it, and his gold-flecked hazel eyes
widened slightly.

    Kassie was practically bouncing up and down. "What's it say, Daddy?
What's it say?"

    "That, ah, Carol's a lawyer, kitten."

    "Wow! Like Mommy was?"

    "Yes," Ray nodded distractedly. I don't think it was that fact, which
was making the widower blush slightly.

    Coming on four o'clock now, reluctantly I had to head back to get ready
for tonight. As well, the O'Connells had pizza to order, and a family heart
to heart to get down to. Ray gave me their number, which I saved directly
on my cell phone. After hugging Ray and Alex, I again knelt before Kassie,
who was on the verge of tears.

    "D-do you have to go?" the adorable six-year-old sniffed.

    "Yes, but your father has my number," I said carefully. In the event
Ray later decides maybe my presence in their lives wasn't desired, I didn't
want to make a promise I couldn't keep. "Now, you'll be good, right?"

    "Uh-huh," she nodded, a familiar gleam in her big doe eyes.

    "I said be good, and not my version of being good, my little fawn," I
laughed hugging her tight, before sending her off to their blue minivan
with an affectionate pat on the bum. Giving a more playful swat to Ray and
Alex's bums, too, I waved as they drove off.

    Slipping my pink motorcycle helmet on over my long blonde hair, I
started up my scooter. It was speedy little two-wheeler, and I liked
thinking its extra little pep came from either its Barbie pink paint job,
or the menacing shark's mouth and eyes painted on its long snout.

    On the way back to the orphanage, I couldn't help grinning a bit
foolishly. I'd gone for my regular, biweekly swim mostly to get away
temporarily from my libido, and sex in general. In hindsight it had been
been naive, but for once I was grateful for that.

    Funny how last night I had the sense, that today would be a monumental
one for me. Boy, was it, and how!

    Let's see. Befriended Kassie, Alex and Ray. Found out gold isn't a good
swimsuit colour without a tan. Had my first try at public sex, both on a
toilet, and in a whirlpool. Discovered pissing was a major turn-on. Nearly
had two heart attacks. Unlocked the door with Carol. Modified my master
plan's final goal a bit, to include a new element.

    Tammy had text me, begging to talk about something.

    Whoa! Delete that one. I don't need a reminder of Princess to ruin my
blissful mood.

    Yeah, I guess all in all, it had been a wonderful little intermission,
before Melody and Billy's special night tonight. Unfortunately, with only
hours away until then, I have no choice but to finally deal with a small
crisis, which I've dreaded facing since last night.

    What outfit will I wear for tonight?