Don't Tattle on the Babysitter

I still thought I was too old for a babysitter but my parents were gonna both be away for a whole night and they wanted someone older to watch over my brother and I, someone with at least a driver's license in case of emergencies.

I sighed at the thought of someone only a few years older than I was being our babysitter. I mean, I was 14, and could handle a lot on my own. I was already pretty independent around the house anyway.

But, then she walked through the door. This Junior in high school, a thick and tall and athletic volleyball player. Her skin lightly tanned with freckles down her arm and across her cheeks, some splattered on her cleavage, framed in a loose tank top and sports bra. She had deep red hair in a ponytail. She was a goddess in my eyes. Both lust and jealousy filled me, as I immediately compared my barely there breasts to her full ample chest, as it bounced when she walked into the house, following my mom for a tour and instructions.

Most of the evening, my brother was in his room playing video games. I stayed out in the living room watching a movie with her. We had the typical girl talk and snacking on junk food as we watched the movie. I actually fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up a bit later, eyes barely open to see this goddess of a babysitter in just a t-shirt and shorty shorts, looking at her phone, with a hand down her pants, rubbing away on herself.

Then a dream-come-true happened. She lifted her shirt and took a pic of her breasts. I finally gathered she was texting with her boyfriend. Then I shifted on the couch and startled her.

She covered herself and came to my side. Kinda in a panic she said, "Did you see anything?! Listen, it's something big girls do now and then."  I rolled my eyes at her. "I know. I do it, too." She then asked, "You won't tell your parents I was doing it openly here in the livingroom will you?" I told her I wouldn't but asked if I could see her breasts again.

She lifted her shirt and guided my hand to her breasts. I casually said that she has amazing breasts--her nipples were cute and pink and pointy--while I'm still stuck in flat town.  That's when she open my PJ top and delicately traced around my puberty "bumps" and said that I had sexy boobs and anyone would be lucky to see them. She then leaned into me and started licking on my nipples. Then I felt her hand slip down my PJ bottoms and touch my fuzzy mound. She started rubbing me and it felt different than my own touch and it was amazing!

She then put my hand on her lower lips and I started rubbing. Within a couple minutes, we moaned to our orgasms together. She walked me to my bedroom and removed my PJ top and caressed my slight chest bumps as I fell asleep. She lifted her shirt one last time to let me have a final look and then whispered, "Our little secret."