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Babysitting Blues
Part 4: Brit the Brat

How do I even begin with little Britney?  Well, one day in February,
when I was fourteen, my dad handed me the phone and told me it was
Trixie.  "She sounds awfully excited about something Jessica."  My dad
was the only person I know who  called me Jessica ever.  He keeps
saying, "I named you Jessica, and that is what I intend to call you."  I
don’t mind it, but anyone else who is my friend knows better than to
call me Jessica.

Trixie was shouting something in a gleeful, hysterical tone.  I only
understood that she wanted me to come over.  When I opened the door, she
flew at me, all hugs and kisses.  I managed to calm her down and she
finally said "I’m an auntie, I’m an auntie!"  Everyone on the block knew
that Maxwell Alexander’s son was going to be having a child soon.
Hearing this news was wonderful, even if it was expected.  She was born
Britney Noelle Alexander.

Over the years since, I would hear sporadic news about my Trixie’s sweet
little niece.  Twice, she showed me a new photograph her big brother
sent to her.  I never actually met this little girl until Trixie
suggested babysitting to settle my money woes.  She told me how her
brother and his wife liked to go out on the town during the weekends,
and that she remembered that they were looking for a new babysitter.

She called them up and asked them if I could go and interview for the
job.  She told them about how much I babysat when I was a teenager, and
that I could easily have twelve references ready in a moment’s notice.
They said no.  They didn’t need to interview me.  They knew who I was,
who my dad was, and the fact that I had earned four state Judo
tournaments in the last five years.  As far as they were concerned, I
was the perfect candidate to babysit their precious little girl.

I went over that Saturday, not to babysit, but to get familiarized with
their apartment and with what jobs I was expected to preform.  They were
going to pay me forty dollars any day I babysat Britney.  If I was
expected to take her somewhere, like a play date or an appointment, they
would pay me extra for gas.  They introduced me to little Britney.  She
seemed very polite and a cute little angel.  She had brown curly hair
and faint freckles across her nose and cheeks.  She reminded me of
Trixie when she was that age, except her eyes were a different color.
Trixie never had freckles either.

This girl was very pretty.  With all the kidnaping that has been in the
news lately, I can understand why they’d want someone who was capable of
defending herself to babysit their girl.  They told me they were going
to be going out next Saturday, and they wanted me to start then.  That
was a week ago yesterday.  Yesterday, when I got to their apartment,
their little angel turned into a real demoness just as soon as they left
the room.

I was supposed to be at their apartment at eleven o’clock exactly.  I
woke up at eight that morning so I could do my daily Yoga exercises.
When I woke up, Trixie had her arms around me, hugging me like I was her
own, personal teddy bear.  I tried to get out of the bed without her
noticing, but I ended up waking her up.  "Ah ah ah, I’m not letting you
out of the bed until we have some fun first."  Before I could protest, I
felt her hands down inside my panties warming up my pussy.  Well, I
didn’t think a little fooling around would hurt.

We played around, masturbating and then eating each other out, and
before I knew it, I heard my watch alarm go off.  Shit!  I had set the
alarm to go off at 10:30 so I’d know I had to leave.  I wasn’t dressed
yet.  I didn’t have any breakfast.  No time for a shower, I gave Trixie
one more kiss and threw my clothes on.  I hopped into the elevator, rode
down to the lobby and got into my car.  I made a quick stop at a fast
food restaurant for a quick bite to eat, on the go.

I wasn’t going to speed because I knew my dad would kill me if I got a
speeding ticket.  I just hoped I had enough time to make it to their
apartment across town.  I parked my car and hung the tag they gave me
last week from my mirror, so I wouldn’t be towed.  This was the fancy
side of town, and the Regal was probably the best apartment complex in
town.  Brit and her parents lived on the top floor.  I rang their
doorbell and John opened the door.  "Hi, sorry I’m late, Mr.
Alexander."  He looked a little puzzled.  "Late?  You’re five minutes
early.  And, please, call me John.  We’ve known each other too long for
you to call me Mr. Alexander.  Theresa is in our room still getting
ready."

John asked me to sit down on the couch and told me what I was expected
to do today.  Brit was to be taken to the park because she had an
appointment with a photographer there.  She was to wear a special dress
they had picked out.  They wanted their angel to look as pretty as
possible for her grandparents.  After we got home, I was to prepare a
small dinner, get her bathed, and put her to be by nine.  If she didn’t
want to go to sleep, she had a book case full of stories I could read to
her.  "She shouldn’t be any trouble.  She’s very well behaved."  Brit
smiled lovingly at her doting father.  He kissed her forehead and told
her to behave.  She wrapped her arms around her daddy’s head and
promised she’d be a good girl.

Her parents waved at her and then left the apartment.  No sooner than
the door was shut that Brit ran to her room and shut the door.  I walked
after her, wondering what was going on.  The sound of something being
pushed up to the door was easily heard.  I tried to open the door, but
the door wouldn’t budge.  "Britney, sweetie?  Can you open the door?"  I
didn’t hear anything, so I repeated my question.  Her response was,
"NO!  I don’t WANNA have my picture taken!"  Great, now I was going to
have to put up with another preteen hurricane.

I tried to force the door open, but it only moved a little.  This was
going to take a bit more effort.  I put my hip up to the door and pushed
the door open, little by little.  When I got into the room, I couldn’t
see Brit.  I looked under the bed, but she wasn’t there.  I looked in
her walk-in closet, but didn’t see her.  She would have remained hidden
if she didn’t giggle.  She was laying on the shelf in the back, hiding
behind a blanket.

"Okay now, no more tormenting the babysitter," I said to her.  She
climbed down and walked out of the closet.  I let her watch TV for a
while.  When I heard my watch chime noon, I took her to her room to get
her dressed for her appointment.  She stood in the middle of her bedroom
while I looked for her dress.  She didn’t hide it very well.

"No more stalling.  You have to get dressed for your appointment."  Brit
turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.  "Do you want me to hold
you down and strip your clothes off?"  I could swear I saw a hopeful
glint in her eyes when I said that.  She took two steps back, but before
she could run past me, I grabbed her and spun her around.  She struggled
for a moment, but then gave in.  Brit was wearing a pair of pink
overalls with a white T-shirt that had a rainbow on it.  Too bad her
attitude didn’t match her outfit’s sunny nature.

I undid the straps and pulled down her overalls.  For a second, I though
I accidentally pulled down her panties too, but discovered she wasn’t
wearing any.  I didn’t say anything because I did the same thing a few
times when I was her age.  She was standing naked in front of me.  I
couldn’t help but look at her naked cunny.  I caught myself before I
started thinking dirty thoughts.  I mean, I am an adult after all.  I
wasn’t attracted to little girls.

I pulled out a pair of panties from her dresser, but she refused to put
them on.  "Come on, Brit, you have to wear your panties."  She turned a
scornful eye toward me and said, "Nuh uh.  I’m not going to wear any
panties if you aren’t."  I was thinking, what is she talking about, I
was wearing panties.  She grabbed my skirt and pulled it up.  Just then
I felt a cool breeze against my twat.  Normally, that would have felt
good, but I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.  I was in such a hurry
to get dressed and down here that I forgot my underwear.  How did she
know that when I didn't?

Britney took advantage of my confusion and patted my pussy a few times.
I instinctively smacked her hand away.  She had an evil grin on her
face.  "It’s all smooth like mine!"  Ever since I started growing pubic
hair, as thin as it was, I kept my vagina completely hairless.  "Come
on, feel mine now!"  I could feel my face get hotter.  I must have been
about twelve shades of red at that moment.  I sputtered a little,
"Absolutely not.  Girls aren’t supposed to do things like that."  It
didn’t occur to me that I had done similar things when I was a girl.
She looked disappointed.  "Yer no fun!"

"Come on, Britney!  Put on your dress.  Your daddy will be very mad at
me if I don’t take you to get your picture taken.  He’ll be mad at you
for not being a good girl."  She looked like she was going to throw a
tantrum right there, but said, "All right, I’ll put the silly dress on!
But, I’m not wearing my panties!"  I was not about to take a pretty girl
to the park with a frilly dress and no panties.  Not on a windy day like
today.  "You have to wear your panties."  She turned back around to face
me with another evil grin, "Okay, but you have to touch me when we get
home."  I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no either.  I just held her
panties out so she could step into them.

I drove her down to the park with Britney sitting in the middle of the
back seat.  It was easier for me to keep an eye on her this way.  The
whole way up there, every time I looked back in the rear-view mirror, I
could see here hike her skirt up and fiddle with her panties.  I knew
she was doing it to tease me, but it looked more like she was
masturbating.  There was a discernable wet spot in the middle of her
crotch.  I was not about to make the situation any worse by drawing
attention to it, so I tried to ignore her.  Unfortunately, the entire
drive up to the park, I kept seeing pictures in my head of me fingering
her bald, plump pussy.  I almost slapped myself for such dirty thoughts
about a little girl.

The whole trip to the park was uneventful.  The photographer was
expecting me by the big marble fountain in the middle of the park.  He
obviously recognized little Britney.  He had a thick British accent and
he constantly called her "poppet."  As sweet as she was when her parents
were around, she was just as sweet the entire time we were out in
public.  Nigel, the photographer, took a full thirty-six exposure roll
of film worth of pictures.  Not just in front of the fountain, but next
to a few of the statues and trees as well.

When I offered her a chance to go and play for a while, she said with as
much acting ability as any Hollywood starlet, "Oh no!  Daddy would never
let me get such a pretty dress all dirty."  Nigel was so completely
fooled by her little performance.  Hell, for a second, I was almost
fooled.  Of course, he wasn’t there for her "silly dress" remark
earlier.  I got the impression that if she got the chance, she would
tear the thing off.  I actually thought for a second that I wouldn’t
mind seeing that, but mentally slapped myself for that.

Brit didn’t pull the same teasing masturbation routine on the car ride
back.  She didn’t say or do anything the entire car ride back.  I was
relieved, but then I realized what she was expecting me to do when we
got back.  She wanted me to feel up her twat when we got back.  "But you
promised!"  I looked her straight in the eye, "I did not either.  I
never said I would touch you."  She actually started getting tears in
her eyes.  "I just want you to touch me!"  She reached up her skirt,
pulled off her panties, then hiked the skirt up to show me her cunny.
"Pleeeeease!?"

The doe eyed expression she gave me made it very hard to resist.  I
sighed, then told her I might when I’m giving her a bath later today.
She looked happy this time.  No evil grins but an honestly happy smile.
I can’t believe what was getting into me.  I was making deals to fondle
an eight-year-old girl.  She carefully took off her dress and then
climbed back into her overalls, this time without the T-shirt.

She played video games until dinner time.  I roasted a few pieces of
chicken and made a dish with flavored rice and peas.  We both sat down
and ate our meal.  "It’s real yummy," she told me.  She might have been
honest, but I think she was buttering me up.  I could see her scheming
something behind her eyes.  I could also see her little pink nipples get
all puffy, and feel my mouth water a little.  I slapped myself mentally
again.

When eight o’clock came around, Brit shut off her game and ran to the
bathroom yelling, "Bath time!  Bath time! Bath time!"  I’ve babysat a
dozen and a half different children when I was younger, and getting a
kid to take a bath was a real uphill battle.  I’ve never seen a child so
eager to take a bath.  I imagine she wouldn’t be this happy if I didn’t
sort of promise her I’d feel her up.  When a child hears "maybe" they
either hear a distinct yes or no.  She obviously heard a yes.

When I walked into the bathroom, I could see her standing nude next to
the tub.  I was about to draw the bath, but she asked me if she could
take a shower instead.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Then she asked
me to take it with her.  I was all set to start another argument with
her, but decided it would probably be easier to just give in this time.
I pulled off my clothes, folding up each neatly and laying them on the
toilet.  I felt her spank my bottom when I bent over to lay my bra on
the toilet.  If she kept this up, I was not going to volunteer to
babysit her again.

I made sure the water wasn’t too hot before turning the faucet that
starts the shower running.  She climbed in first then I climbed in after
her.  I grabbed a washcloth I had put in the shower before I turned the
water on and got it wet.  I was just about to soap up the washcloth when
she said, "No!  Use your hands!"  I rubbed the bar of soap between my
hands, working up a good lather, then started washing Brit’s sweet
little body.  My pussy was making her opinion of Brit quite clear.

She twirled around as I washed her all over.  Felling up her legs,
around her hips, up her stomach and back toward her chest with the puffy
nipples.  Brit looked me right in the eyes, water dripping down her
nose.  She didn’t say anything, but her eyes told me where she wanted me
to feel.  I gingerly slid my hands down her and felt up her bum and her
twat at the same time.  She almost purred like a kitten.

Now that she was clean, I was feeling kind of dirty, so I stood up and
started to lather up the washcloth.  Before I even saw any bubbles, I
felt something warm on my pussy.  I looked down, and she was licking my
twat.  I’ve had sex in the shower before.  In fact, every weekend, when
our suite-mate Chrissy left for home, Trixie and I enjoyed having sex
together in the shower.  I let her lick a little bit longer, but told
her to stop.  I washed myself, then rinsed off.

I grabbed the smaller towel I had set out before and bundled Brit in
it.  I then grabbed the other towel and wrapped myself up in it.  I
grabbed my folded up clothes, and Brit’s crumpled up overalls and we
walked back to her room.  I opened her dresser and was going to pull out
a nightie, but Brit stopped me again.  "I wanna sleep nekked!"  I didn’t
say anything, just closed the dresser.

She climbed into bed, but didn’t pull up the covers.  I turned around
looking for a story to read to her when I heard her say, "I wanna
play!"  "It’s not play time.  It’s bed time."  She pouted at me and
said, "But I wanna eat yer pussy!"  She sounded like sex was something
she’s always done, and never was refused to her.  "Look kiddo, just
where did you learn to behave this way!?"  She looked at me with smiling
eyes, "My auntie taught me!  She lets me eat her pussy when she’s
here!"  She had a real gleeful expression on her face.  Then I noticed
her petting the empty spot on her bed.

I still don’t know what made me climb into the bed with her.  She gave
me a kiss on the lips, then kissed both of my breasts, sucking the
nipples like a pro.  She kept kissing me down my body until I felt her
warm tongue on my clitty.  Her little lips sucked my swollen clitoris as
if it were a mammoth dick.  Her masturbating fingers slid inside my
pussy.  Her hands were small enough to fit completely inside my pussy.
I’ve never been fisted before in my life.  I wanted to keep my twat nice
and tight.  It didn’t take long for my pussy to heat up and squirt all
over Brit’s face.

I licked all the woman juice I squirted on her, feeling her lick me back
when I reached her mouth.  We locked together in a passionate kiss.  It
seemed that this girl had always kissed in such a way.  It felt so
natural to her.  It was as effortless as breathing.  When I was done
licking my nectar from her lips, my body slid down to meet her pussy,
almost on its own.

Her pussy was wet and willing.  When my lips touched her, I felt her
heat reach up and touch me.  Kissing her pussy was like kissing honey.
She was so sweet, and her little vagina was so soft and tender.  Her
hands gripped my head and held me to her pussy.  Not two minutes into my
feast, I was rewarded with a font of warm, sweet love-juice.  I lapped
up every loving drop, letting her taste mellow in my mouth before
swallowing what she gave to me.  I couldn’t believe how swift the orgasm
gripped her.  I also couldn’t believe I was the first to touch her.  She
had no cherry.

A moment later, I could hear a contented snoozing.  Brit was fast asleep
with a natural glow and a warm smile on her lips.  I stroked her cheek.
The first time all day she truly seemed like an angel.  She was so
peaceful, so wonderfully innocent.  I want to stroke her face again, but
stopped when a shadow fell across it.  The shadow wasn’t mine.  It was
coming from the doorway.  I looked over to see the silhouette of her
mother, Theresa.  Oh shit!

    

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