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Walter was just expecting a quiet evening when he accepted the babystting jig...
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The knock on the door was answered by a well-dressed man, probably in his early forties. His hair was well groomed, and he would have been considered attractive.
"Yes?" he asked of the young man standing on the front step.
"Hi. I'm Walter. The babysitter," the boy replied.
The man was a bit disconcerted. Walter was not what he had expected. The boy was fifteen, he knew, from his wife's information. He wore tan slacks and a button-front shirt, fastened all the way up to his chin. The only thing missing was a bow tie, the man thought. His hair was reddish brown and combed to the side. One unruly lock continually dropped down in front of his eyes and was swept back. He sported a red backpack, the straps of which coursed over both sloped shoulders. He was in all respects a nerd.
The man recovered from his assessment and bade the boy enter.
The young man stepped inside and removed his shoes by an entry table just as Mrs. Cline, the lady of the house, was coming from the back down a short hallway which was bordered on one side by an open stairwell.
"Ah, Walter," she said, pleasantly. "Glad you could make it."
She then went into the mother's litany of emergency telephone numbers, places they could be reached, etc. 'There were sodas in the refrigerator, snacks on the table, help yourself'.
About the time she was wrapping up, a young girl came down the hall. She was attractive or would have been had there not been a look of animosity in her eyes.
Mrs. Cline made the introduction. "Marcie, this is Walter. He's going to be your babysitter tonight."
Marcie, for her part, fumed. She stamped her foot and proclaimed, "I don't need a babysitter. I'm old enough to stay by myself."
"You're ten years old. When you reach twelve, we'll talk. Maybe," she added after a hesitation.
Marcie stamped her foot again and huffed, "This is so humiliating. You're ruining my life." She stormed up the stairs.
Mrs. Cline shook her head and rolled her eyes as she addressed Walter. "She's a bit precocious," she said.
Mr. Cline added, in a quiet tone, "She's a little bitch."
"John! Stop that!"
The Cline's finished getting ready and departed out the front door. When they were in the car, Mr. Cline told his wife, "You know, when you told me you hired a fifteen-year-old boy to babysit our daughter I was a tad concerned, but after meeting Walter… Well, can you say Nerd?"
"John! That's not nice. Walter is a responsible young man. He has top grades in school, and… Oh, my god, you're right. He is a nerd."
They laughed as they drove away.
Walter would not have been surprised if he had heard the conversation. He was frequently called that. It didn't bother him. Well, it did, but he was who he was. He couldn't change that.
He settled in the living room and began to unpack his knapsack. There were three books on the paranormal he would peruse for a while. He also pulled out an EMF detector, for locating electro-magnetic fields, which some say indicates the possible presence of a spirit. And he had a small, hand-held spirit box, which scanned radio frequencies at a rapid rate allowing spirits to select which frequencies they could use to communicate, later he would sweep the house. He also planned on tuning in to his favorite paranormal programming on TV.
Walter had been studying the paranormal for nearly a year. So far, he had yet to experience anything out of the ordinary. He wasn't entirely sure he believed in any of it, but it was interesting, and, who knew?
After an hour had passed, he got up to check the EMFs in the room. There was only a small spike near the entertainment center; quite normal. As he neared the stairway, he could hear voices from upstairs.
Walter knew he and Marcie were the only two people in the home. One voice was definitely hers, but the other was that of a male.
His heart jumped a beat. 'She's conversing with a spirit,' he thought. What other explanation could there be? Walter tried to pick up the words, but they were just too faint.
Quietly, he mounted the stairs. He had to know if this was an authentic ghost, spirit, or maybe even a poltergeist.
Standing just outside Marcie's door, which was cracked open, he heard the male voice say, "Someday, I will materialize from nowhere to be with you, but for now, we will have to keep our meetings like this. I want so badly to touch you physically. Let me look at you."
Walter was stunned. It was true! All the books he read and programs he watched were true! He gently swung the door inward.
Marcie had her back to him and was wearing a long, plush black robe, which she held wide open. What shocked Walter was that she was facing a large computer monitor on the screen of which was a man sitting at a desk. He wore no shirt, and Walter was convinced he was probably entirely naked, though he couldn't see below the desk's surface. He was also sure, due to the motions of the man's arm that he was performing an activity with which Walter was all too familiar.
When the man noticed Walter, he showed neither surprise nor shock. Instead, he asked very calmly, "Well, well. Who have we here?"
Marcie whipped her robe closed and turned to confront the intruder. "What are you doing in my room?" she screamed. "Get out!"
"I'm sorry," the boy stammered. "I heard voices. I thought you were talking to a spirit."
"Get out," the girl repeated.
The man in the computer tried to calm her.
Marcie, Marcie, hold on a minute."
"He can't just come in here like that. It's MY room."
"That's true, but just let me talk to him for a few seconds." Turning to address the boy he asked, "What's your name, son?"
"I'm Walter. The babysitter."
Once again, Marcie flared up. "I don't need a babysitter."
The computer man responded, sympathetically, "That's true, Sweetheart, but parents don't seem to recognize when their children mature to the point of independence."
"Make him leave, Bennet," she whined.
"Hold on, my love. Just let me talk to Walter for a couple of minutes. I have an idea that his presence could come in handy," the man said.
The girl regarded him questioningly for a moment, then turned to glare at Walter.
Bennet spoke with a British accent, but the boy wasn't convinced it was authentic.
"You said you thought Marcie might be talking to a spirit. Do you believe in spirits, Walter?"
The boy felt extremely out of place. He would have liked nothing other than to quit the room, but he found himself transfixed.
"I think there probably are spirits," he replied.
"So do I, Walter. So do I. Do you think a spirit can invade, or occupy a living person?"
"It's called an attachment," the boy explained.
"An attachment. Yes. Let me ask you this. Do you like girls, Walter?"
The abrupt change of subject confused the boy, but he quietly answered, "Yes."
"And Marcie is a girl, right?"
Marcie, who had been shooting looks of daggers in Walter's direction turned questioningly to the screen.
The boy nodded, silently.
Bennet continued, "And, as a red-blooded American teenage boy, I bet you like looking at naked girls, too. Don't you?"
It was true. Walter spent a fair amount of time looking at porn on his laptop at home, but these questions were getting personal. However, for some unknown reason, Walter admitted it with another nod.
"Would you like to see Marcie naked?"
"Bennet!"
"Now, hold on, my Sweet, and let me finish. Then I will explain all to you."
The boy was very uncomfortable. This was not at all the evening he had expected.
"So, Walter. Would you like to see Marcie naked?"
Walter looked at the girl. Her eyes were filled with animosity. Then he glanced at the floor for a moment before looking up at the screen. He nodded.
"What!?" she shrieked.
Bennet spoke softly to her, "Marcie. You know how much I love you, and I know you love me. There is nothing I want more than to be with you, for us to do the things we've talked about. But I am an ocean and a continent away. It will be a long time before we can achieve that."
It entered Walter's mind that Bennet could actually be in the next city over for all he knew.
"This is my proposal," Bennet continued to weave his web of deceit. "I'm going to send my spirit to Walter tonight. Whatever goes on, you may be seeing Walter, but it will be me with you."
Marcie shook her head, confused. "That…"
"It is possible." He insisted, "If you truly love me, you will let this happen. I want this more than anything."
The young girl looked down; her visage perplexed. "Alright," she sighed.
"Walter, are you ready to accept my spirit?"
Now, the boy was not street smart by any means, but he understood a con when he heard one. This is where he should call the man out. This is where he should refuse to comply. This is where he should leave the room. Instead, he nodded.
Bennet went through a dramatic effort to cast his spirit thousands of miles in the space of a few seconds.
"Do you feel my spirit, Walter?"
"Yes." The boy felt ashamed that he was going along with this fraud. He couldn't figure out why. Yet here they were.
Bennet's form was still on the monitor. Apparently, his spirit had a split personality. He instructed the girl to remove her robe. There were a few seconds of hesitation in which Walter thought she might not comply. But in the end, she opened the robe and lay it across the back of the computer chair.
Bennet interjected, "Oh, my god! Isn't she beautiful, Walter? Isn't she the most sensual thing you've ever seen?"
The boy gazed at her. He was used to seeing women with fully developed breasts and a triangular hairy patch between their legs. Walter had to admit, Marcie was sexier than any of them.
Her chest was only beginning to show the slight swelling of growth. Her mound was bare; just a simple slit that made the boy's knees weak.
"And look at that pussy!" Bennet chimed.
Walter was.
"There is nothing I want more than to lick that pussy," Bennet admitted. "Marcie, honey, sit on your chair like you do when you masturbate for me."
By now, Marcie had resigned herself to the realization that Bennet would somehow manage to get his way.
The computer chair was large, well-padded and wide. She slouched onto the seat near the front, but far enough back that she could raise her heels onto the edge. This put her knees on the air and her legs spread.
"Oh, what a beautiful sight," Bennet sighed.
Walter had never seen a real live pussy before, either on a preteen or a grown woman. He had to admit it was beautiful. At this angle, he had full view of its entirety.
Bennet continued his charade. "I can't believe I will get the chance to lick it, tonight."
Then he addressed the boy in almost an 'aside'. "Walter, you know what to do."
Actually, Walter didn't know what to do. But he was a grade 'A' student and biology was one of his best subjects. He knew all the parts of a female's anatomy; the labia, the vagina, the vulva, the clitoris. Plus, he had hours of pornographic screening.
Marcie, for her part, would look at neither of them. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. She was utterly disgusted and humiliated.
Walter knelt on the floor in front of her. He wanted with all his heart to stop thus insane ruse. Instead, he brought his lips to her small hood and began to suck.
Marcie wriggled her hips slightly and, despite her best efforts not to, moaned.
Walter could hear Bennet's narration as he continued to work. "Oh, Baby, you taste so good."
She did taste good. It was a combination of bath soaps and a slight tang.
Walter's tongue slid beneath the folds and located her diminutive clit. He concentrated his energies in that region and Marcie began to respond with more fervor. Soon, her moans were louder and her movements less restrained.
He was surprised when she grabbed his head and pressed him tighter against her. But he didn't stop.
He was even more surprised when she released her grip, only to slam her legs shut, clamping his head like a steel trap. But he didn't stop.
Now, she was shaking uncontrollably. Her body contorted in spasms.
When she finally came to rest, she opened her legs and immediately pushed him away.
Walter wasn't sure what he read in her expression. A combination of guilt, shame, exhaustion, and maybe the tiniest bit of respect, though he doubted it.
Marcie's attention was diverted to Bennet, who exclaimed, "That was marvelous! Did you enjoy it, Babe?"
This time it was Marcie's turn to nod silently.
For the first time, Bennet pushed away from the desk and refocused the camera. Now it was obvious he was naked. He held his dick in his hand. "See how hard you make me?"
Bennet's dick was at least two inches longer than the normal ones Walter had seen in the vids. He was no John Holmes, but it was impressive.
"My cock is so hard. Marcie, it needs to come! It needs your perfect mouth to bring it to an orgasm."
Marcie's head immediately swiveled to look at Walter. Her eyes were wide with shock and horror.
"No," she murmured. "No. Bennet, please."
"This would mean the world to me, Darling."
"But, it's not really you."
"It is, my Sweet. You have to trust me."
The boy had been standing a few paces away, uncomfortable. He knew this was wrong. He knew Bennet was conning Marcie for his own personal perversion. He knew, also, he desperately wanted Marcie to suck his cock. So, he stayed unmoving, mute.
The girl rose slowly from the chair. She approached Walter and undid the button on the waistband of his slacks and unzipped the zipper. When she pulled them to his knees, his dick sprung from their bondage like a jack-in-the-box waving in the air at its new-found freedom.
Walter hadn't even realized how hard he was and how much he ached.
She stood and wrapped her hand around it then led him, shuffling behind her, to the chair.
For a long time, she just stared at it. Then, she raised her eyes to look into his. At that moment, Walter realized, she knew she was being conned, too. It didn't make the boy feel any better about himself. He was left in charge of someone's daughter, to see that she was properly cared for, protected, and kept secure.
But all the self-loathing evaporated when, without removing her gaze, she asked Bennet, "Do I have to swallow?"
"You know how much I would love that," he replied.
The girl looked away to the right. In a second, she turned back to his rigid member and took it in her mouth.
Walter's eyes shut involuntarily. He never expected the feeling to be so intense. She worked diligently, probably hoping for it to be over quickly. In the background, Bennet coached her, praised her.
"Get ready, Hon, I'm getting close," he told her.
Walter wasn't sure if there was some sort of Mesmerization going on here or what, but he was getting close as well. Just as he shot his load into Marcie's mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he caught Bennet shoot his in the air like a geyser.
The young girl was true to Bennet's request and swallowed of the sperm. Once finished, she sat back in the chair. She would not make eye contact with him.
"You can go now, Walter," Bennet told him. It wasn't a request. He was being dismissed.
The boy righted his clothes and left as quickly as possible. He was only too happy to be out of that room.
He stood outside the door long enough to hear Marcie say, "I know your spirit wasn't in him. I'm not stupid."
"I know, Sweetheart, but Walter walked in on us doing somethings other people would not understand or approve of. I had to figure out a way to bring him into our world, even for a short time, to make him complicit. Now, he can never tell another soul about us. About our enduring love."
The con continues, Walter thought. But then, he had been conned just as easily. Bennet was good.
The rest of his evening was spent aimlessly watching television. When the Clines returned home, he felt guilty accepting the thirty dollars, but he took it. He also determined; this would be his last babysitting job.
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