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The Babysitters
The Babysitters
Chapter 1
Rob knew this was a bad idea from the start.
“C’mon, don’t be a chicken,” his buddy Mike taunted, “we’ll be in and out of her room in no time!”
Opening the door to his big sister’s room, the boy pitched a glance back at his wary friend. “Grow up Rob. You want to know as much as I do. Let’s find out if she’s DONE it yet!” Quietly, the lad slipped around the doorframe and out of sight.
“Geez! Why do I always get myself into things like this,” Rob muttered as he followed his friend into the bedroom, casting a worried glance at the sign posted on the door:
Stay Out
OR ELSE!
Gently closing the door behind him, he asked, “Wh-Where does she keep it?”
“If I knew that we wouldn’t be lookin’ for it, would we? Jeez yer stoopid.” Getting on his hands and knees, Mike pointed to a pile of dirty clothes. “Just start looking there, or the bookcase, or somewhere else, I dunno... just pick a place. I’m looking under the bed.”
They were boys, young and curious. A rumour had been circulating around school that Mike’s older sister had ‘done it’ and they wanted to find out exactly what ‘it’ was. The best place to look? Why, her diary of course. Hence their mad scramble to find the small book.
You see, Mike’s parents had gone out of town for a week and left 18 year old Tina, the eldest, in charge. Now, normally when parents leave town, it’s time for the kids to have fun but Tina would have none of that. Each night, Mike had to spend four hours straight at homework, with no television allowed at any time. Although he was allowed visits from friends, he was banned from his video games and had to be in bed by 8, even though he was almost 12 years old. Why did she do this? Tina was nasty.
Rob also had his fill of Tina in the past. When he was younger, Tina had been his regular babysitter and had applied similarly strict rules in his household. Unfortunately, she had his parent’s full consent and, despite his many pleas to his mother, they refused to switch sitters to suit his preferences. They believed Rob should respect his elders no matter what.
If, as every so often he would, Rob tried to break Tina’s rules, she would chase him, catch him and tickle him until he agreed to do whatever she wanted. Often, to teach him a lesson, she’d keep tickling even after he had agreed to obey and, every now and then, sometimes she’d tickle until the boy wet himself. Needless to say, Rob always ended up having to do what Tina wanted and after all these years he wanted to get even -- her little book of secrets just might be the way to do it.
If the boys could just find that diary, they’d have something to blackmail the girl with and make her do what THEY wanted for a change. When, one Saturday morning, she left for to the mall to meet some friends, Mike saw their chance and called Rob over to help start the search.
“Find it yet?”
“Naaah, nothing in this trunk but teen magazines.”
“Jeez, I hope we find it soon. How long did you say she’d be gone?”
“Ah, at least four hours. Don’t worry, she lives at the mall.”
Rob began searching the dresser when they both heard the front door slam.
“Oh man! It’s her.”
“But you said she’d be at the mall!”
“I was wrong!!! Quick, hide!” After looking franticly about, Mike dove under the bed. Rob was quick to follow.
From the giggling voices and footsteps heard coming up the stairs, the boys could tell that Mike’s sister was not alone. ‘If we can just keep quiet for the next little while,’ thought Rob, ‘maybe we can get out of this alive...’ The door opened, giggles filled the air and eight pairs of white socks scampered into the room.
“So where’s your brother?” asked one of the girls.
“I don’t know, but when I find him he’s gonna be in it deep.” two feet crossed the room towards the closet. “He should be home doing chores, not out having fun.”
“Ah, you’ll get him later. You always do *giggle*” tittered another girl, “Right now though, we’ve got some serious gossip to trade! *giggle* You should’ve heard what I heard about Maggie and Phil! You won’t believe it! She actually --”
“Wait!” shouted Tina, in the stern voice that both boys could never forget, “Before we start, don’t you think we should take some precautions? Hmmm?”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it. A little brother, just around ‘that age’ to be curious and somehow he goes missing. If he’s half as curious as I was back then, I’ll bet he’s trying to listen in somehow.”
Both boys cringed in fear. Their chances of escaping were getting slimmer and slimmer by the minute.
“Girls,” commanded Tina, “Start combing the house, starting with this room. Nobody speaks until we’re SURE we’re alone. And if we find that kid ... ooooh, is he gonna get it!”
“*giggle* Ooooooh, let’s find him quick! *teehee* I know just what we’ll do to that naughty little boy! *giggle* Won’t do his chores will he? Well, we’ll show him...“
“Good idea Cindy! *giggle* Why don’t you teach him his favourite lesson, Hmmmm?”
“Eeeek! I’d love to Tina! *giggle* It’ll be just like old times! Ooooooh! That naughty little boy! Quick girls, find the widdle rascal!”
Mike’s face paled as white socked feet scurried about the room and four giggling voices filled the air. Leaving no stone, book or cushion unturned, it took little time before the bed sheets were lifted to reveal...Cindy, Mike’s old babysitter.
“Eeeek -- Quick! Lock the door!” she squealed, “*giggle* It looks like we’ve caught ourselves a couple of spies. Oooooh! Twice the fun tonight! *giggle*” More giggles came closer and soon three more feminine faces were smiling devilishly at the frightened boys.
Tina growled at her little brother, “Michael! Boy, are you gonna get it! Get out from under the bed RIGHT NOW before I get REALLY mad!” Reluctantly, the two boys crawled out from under the girl’s bed and faced the four young women.
“Well boys,” asked the older sister, arms crossed before her chest. “What do you have to say for yourselves, hmmm?”
“I’m sorry” they both mumbled, eyes to the floor.
“What’s that Robert?”
“I’m sorry for spying Tina.”
“Me too,” added Mike, “I just wanted to learn a bit more about ... you know ... what guys and girls do when they’re alone.”
“And you were going to read my diary to do it?”, growled Tina.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Well, Mom and Dad left me in charge this weekend, and I can’t let you two get away with this. I’m gonna punish you both for this and make sure you NEVER, EVER poke through my stuff again. Got it?”
“Yeah...”, the two mumbled.
After a pause, Rob said, “Well, I’ve gotta go. Mom’ll kill me if I’m late for dinner...” and he headed for the door.
“Oh no you don’t.” giggled Tina, as she reached out and hugged the boy firmly to her bosom, “You’re sticking around for this too, you naughty little boy.
“Julie, go and call Rob’s Mom. Tell her he’s staying over this weekend and won’t be back until Monday. Judy, go downstairs and lock the doors...close the curtains while you’re at it. Cindy, keep an eye on him, this kid isn’t leaving until I say he can.”
“But I’ve gotta go!” protested Rob, “Besides, you’re not my babysitter any more, you can’t tell me what to do!!!”
“Wanna bet,” smiled the girl, jerking a thumb towards the sign on her door, “Read the words kiddo, ‘Boys Stay Out OR ELSE’. Get ready for the OR ELSE part, brat.”
“Wha-what are you gonna do?” asked the frightened boy.
“Why, don’t you remember back when I babysat you Bobby?”, Tina cooed, releasing the boy from her clutches, “Back when you were just a widdle boy? *giggle* We’re going to play our favourite widdle game.”
His eyes grew wide, “No! Please!” he whimpered, backing against the wall, “Not again! I can’t take that!”
“Yes, you naughty widdle boy.” giggled Tina through an evil grin, “We’re going to give you the babysitter’s favourite punishment -- all four of us.
“We’re going to play ‘tickle’.”
“Nooooo!!!!!”
“And we all know how much fun that can be, don’t we Mikey?”, snickered Cindy, “ *giggle* Remember our nights alone cutie? Hmm?“ Wiggling her fingers and opening her arms into a clutching hug she stepped towards him, ”Be a good boy now. Come to auntie Cindy and get your giggles...coochie cooo!”
“Nooooo!” cried the boys, as they ran to escape.
“Uh, uh, uhhhh!”, taunted the big sister as she effortlessly scooped up her brother’s helpless friend, “Not before we have some fun.” Curling the boy in her lap, the girl whispered in the nervous lad’s ear, “Tell me sweetheart, are your feet still ticklish little wiggly worms? Hmmm? *giggle* Do you still pee pee when I kitchy? Hmmm?“
“Oooooooh!” cooed Cindy as she held the other lad in a firm grip beneath her breasts, “This one does I’m sure! Tell me Mikey, do you still remember that time your parents went away and you stayed at my place a whoooooole week? Hmmm? Remember the fun times we had? *giggle* Goodness! You were such a giggly widdle boy; I had to change you at least three times a day! Oh, you had such kitchieable widdle feet!”
“And they’ve already taken off their shoes too! What good widdle boys they are!” Tina cooed, smiling condescendingly at her captive as she stroked his soles, “Aren’t you just a good widdle boy Bobby? *giggle* Yes you are!”
The boys struggled to escape, but it was no use. While they had grown since their babysitting days, they were still small for their age and were no match for the two young adults. Firmly but gently clutched to the bosom of the two giggling young ladies, no amount of struggle would ever free them from their soft prison.
“Please Cindy,” Mike begged, “please don’t tickle me again! I’ll do anything for you. Anything! Just don’t tickle me. Please, please, PLEASE!!”
“Me too!” piped in Rob, “Tina, what we did was wrong. I know that and I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just please don’t tickle me like you used to. I couldn’t take it!”
The giggling stopped and the girls gasped in mocking shock. Shaking their heads and smiling condescendingly at their captives, the two cooed to calm the boys’ anxiousness nerves.
“There, there now,” whispered Cindy, stroking Mike’s hair and murmuring soothing words into his ear, “We’re just doing what’s best for you. Aren’t we Tina?”
“Yesssss,” cooed the girl, “We don’t want you to grow up to be naughty boys now, do we?”
“Nooooooo.” smiled her friend, “You’re going to be good children from now on, aren’t you? Just the bestest little boys ever! Aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’m.. “ “Yeah..“
“Good!” squealed Tina in delight, “Then we don’t need to punish you!”
“No,” giggled Cindy, “we can just stay together and have fun the whole weekend long!”
The two boys sighed and cast a relieved glance at one another.
“Great!” smiled Rob, struggling in the embrace of his captor, “I’ll go get the games ... if you’ll ... just ... ungh ... let me go...”
“Oh! *giggle* Oh, no. I can’t let that happen.”
“Wh-why not?” asked Rob nervously.
“‘cuz we want to play our favourite game, silly.” teased Cindy as she poked Mike in the ribs.
“Yes, you silly little boys. You don’t think we babysat all those years just for the money now, did you?”
“Oh no! *giggle* We just loooove to tickle helpless little boys...kitchy kooooooooo” and the girls began their torments.
“Noooooooooooooooooohaoohoaohohoaohoaoohaohoohoohahahahahaahah, phhehehehehehehllleeeezzeeeeee.” the lads begged as they squirmed within the tickling grasp.
“Uh, uh, uhhhhhh! Widdle Mikey needs his tickles. Coochie coochie coo!” Cindy’s fingers wiggled as she started to tease the boy’s ribs.
“Hahahahahahahah ooooooooo!!!oohhhhhohohohhoohhhoh !!!!!!! ohdeeeeeeeeee ee
e
e
eeeeeehhhheeeeheheheheheheheh!!”
“Aren’t we having fun?” taunted Cindy, “Ooooh, look! I can count his widdle wiggly wibs! *giggle* ... Coochie, coochie cooooo!!! Giggle for Cindy now Mikey! ... Giggle! ... Giggle! *giggle* Goooood boy! Kitchy kooooooooooooooooooo!”
Helpless with laughter, the boys squirmed in the gentle grasp of their tormentors. Twisting and turning in the laps of the girls and hopelessly weak with laughter, the boys sought to crawl from the tormenting touch of the gently probing fingers. But instead of escape, each movement would instead draw them closer to the imprisoning bosom of their tickler and nearer to the edge of giggling hysteria as the fingers teased their sensitive bodies.
Tittering in delight, Cindy and Tina caressed the boys with the practiced touch of experienced babysitters.
“Pleeeeeehheheheheeeehheheeheeeezzzz!” squealed Rob, desperate for rescue from the young woman’s tickling. “Pleeeeeze Tinahahahahahaahahhahahahaahhaaaaa!!!”
“Hmmm? What’s that my little squirmer?”
“Pllleeeeeeeeeehehehehehehhezzzeee!!!!!”
“Please what Robbie? Please more tickles? *giggle* ... My widdle boy wouldn’t mind some more tickles?”
“Noooooooo!!!”
“*giggle* Why sure! Nana just wants to make her widdle boy happy!” Lifting the hysterical lad from her lap, she stood him on his feet before her.
“Now,” pouted Tina, “Be a good widdle boy and jump up on my bed so I can tickle you aaaaaaaall over!”
“Nooooooo!!!!!”
Seeing his chance, Rob bolted for escape. Dodging the wriggling fingers of the girl, he ran towards the door, first left, then right, but, try as he might, he couldn’t avoid the tickling caress of his sitter.
“Oooooh, naughty boy, running away from mama like that. *giggle* I’ll have to punish you but good you little squirmer!” Dashing past his hysterical friend, Rob barely avoided the clutching grip of the other babysitter, who now had Mike firmly gripped between her legs.
“Kitchie kitchie kooooooooo!!! *giggle*”
Darting towards the door and certain he would soon be free, Rob reached for the doorknob only to be distracted a swift tickle to his belly. Mindlessly climbing upwards in a hysterical attempt at escape, the lad soon found himself crawling along bed sheets; eventually collapsing on the soft mattress to gasp for breath.
As he felt his senses return Rob looked about to find he was snuggled between the frilly pillows at the head of Tina’s bed. He hadn’t escaped at all! The girl had played with him, like a cat with a mouse, leading him all along towards the goal that she wanted. Franticly looking about, he soon saw the woman crawling on the mattress towards him.
“I’m gonna getcha!” the babysitter teased, “Nana’s gonna get her ticklish little boy and coochie his widdle feet! *giggle* Come to auntie widdle tickly Bobby!!! Come for your tickles! Coochie cooooooo!”
Backing against the soft, padded headboard, Rob pleaded, “Please Tina, no more tickling. Please, I can’t take any more... I’m gonna wet myself! Please!!!!” As the taunting girl approached, Rob desperately searched for some means of escape.
“Now why would I stop when we’re having such FUN?! *giggle*“ Raising herself up on her knees before him, Tina reached for the boy’s ankles. “Now, let’s find out if those widdle feet are as kitchieable as I remember! Be a good boy now and come to mama ... *giggle*” Despite Rob’s frantic kicks, the babysitter easily grasped the boy’s legs and pulled him under her. With Tina’s strength and experience, It took little work to tickle the boy into a face-down position, settle him between her legs and gently sit atop his buttocks. Before he knew it, Rob found that his body was held in a familiarly gentle cuddle between his babysitter’s legs, with his arms pinned firmly to his sides and the soles of Tina’s clean, white socked feet brushing affectionately against his face. Left only to wiggle and squirm in his babysitter’s grasp, Bobby knew he was done for.
“Now,” pondered Tina, the soles of the boy’s socked feet held in the air before her “Whatever shall mummy do with these wiggly little toes? Hmmm? *giggle* I wonder if you still have 10 of them? Do you Bobby, hmmmmmmmm? Hmmmmm? *giggle* Maybe mama should count them for you, hmm?”
Pinching each toe between her nimble fingers, Tina began to wiggle her grip from one edge of Rob’s socked feet to the other. Teasing the softness her own socked feet in the boy’s face for emphasis, the babysitter began to coo, “Ooooooooonnnnnnnne widdle toe *giggle*, Twoooooooooooooo widdle toes ... Threeeeeeeeeee widdle toes, Fooooooooouurrr ...”
“Noooohhohohohhhhohohohohohohohho!!!! Plleleelehhehehehehzzzeeeheheheaahahahahahha hhohohhdohohhfhddooooonnnttttnononononhhhohhhah!!!!”
“Siiiiiiiiiiix *giggle*, Seeeeeeeeevvvveeeennn widdle biddy toes.... Eeeeeeight ... Niiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnneeee ....
“Naaaahahahahaahahahahahahaha nnooohhohohhoohohoh pllelelelelelelzzeeell heheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
“Ten,” finished Tina, as she muffled the boy’s laughter with the soles of her socked feet. “Why, Bobby! You still have ten widdle toes I can kitchy! *giggle* Well! It’s time to play scribbly scribbly scribble aaaaaaall over your widdle wiggle worms now. Kitchy kooooooooo...” Gripping each ankle in her hands, Tina began to use her thumb and fingers to rub and scrape and tickle against the soles of Rob’s feet. Using the cotton of his socks to tease as much of each foot as she could, the babysitter soon had her captive babbling in hysteric laughter.
“Nononoonnohbhbhbbhhbbbybybhbbbbhbhbbhhh hahahahahahhahabbbbh b bhbhbhbhbhh hfhfeheeeheheheheheheheheheoeooofofohfofofofofofofoffnnno onno on no nopppllollllllleeleleejheheehhhzhzhzhzzeheheheee eellllheeeeeezzzee AAAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAahahahahahhaahahahahaha!!!”
“*giggle* Oh, my poor widdle boy! If only you could get away. If only you could wiggle away from my widdle fingers, but you can’t, can you? Hmmm? Can you? *giggle* You’re just my widdle tickle toy Bobby, just like always. Coochie coochie cooooooooo.” Gripping his squirming feet to her bosom, Tina began to scribble with her nails through the cotton socks on his feet.
“Ppphhhhhhphpphphpheelleleleleleleleheheheheheehhhxzhzhzhzhzzzzezezezeee!!!!!! Hahahahahahahahahhahhahhlnnnoononononononnoonnophhhbhbhbhbhbbabhbhbhbahbhbhbhbhbhbhaaaaaaaahhahahahahahh!!!!”
“Oooooooooh, you poor widdle boy! Is the nasty ‘ol babysitter tickling your widdle feet again? Hmmmmmm? *giggle* Do you want Nana to stop her koochie?”
“Yeeeehehehehehhhehehehehehshsssssss!!!”
“*giggle* Well, does the ticklish baby remember what good little boys do to deserve mercy, hmm?” muffling the lad’s laughter with the wiggling softness of her white socked feet, Tina continued her gentle teases to his soles.
“Noohohohohoho ... *mrrph*… Pleehehehehease … *mrrph* … NOhohoho!!!” squealed Bobby from beneath the muffle of the girl’s cotton-covered soles. Knowing full well what the babysitter meant, the lad squirmed about in earnest, hoping against hope that he could escape her clutches and avoid reliving still another of Tina’s babysitting rituals.
“Oh, yes!” squealed the girl. “Widdle baby Bobby needs to give kissies to Mummy’s feet! *giggle*…
“Maybe if baby tells the pretty feet he loves them, they’ll ask the mean ‘ol babysitter to stop her tickles, hmm? Gitsee, gitsee, goooooo!” Continuing her tickles without end, Tina brought the squirming lad closer and closer to hysteria, all the while confident that he would break beneath her touches and eventually obey her wishes.
Sure enough, the girl soon began to feel gentle kisses at her soles between gasps of the lad’s helpless laughter. “Geeeeehehehehe” he giggled. “Suhuhuhuch pretty feeheeheet! *smooch* Sohohohoho *smooch* pretty *smooch* … geeheehee” Continuing his desperate worship despite his helpless laughter, the boy whispered endearments to the wiggling socks before him, fully aware that sincere affection offered his only hope of escape from the tickles of his cruel sitter.
“Pretty feeheeheet *smooch* I love you *smooch* so much *smooch* such pretty *smooch* feeheeheeheet…”
*to be continued..?*