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Babysitting The Babysitter 3: Edge of the Precipice
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Following unprecedented demand from readers, herewith 
part three of what might be seen as the "babysitting 
diaries." Young Jaclyn certainly has an admirable work-
ethic, a strong believer in keeping her finger on the 
pulse, as it were. Since the story continues on 
directly from the last paragraph of Part 2, a grasp of 
what has gone before is really mandatory. (Mff, ped, 
inc, bi, mast)

***

Sometimes there simply isn't any adequate response to 
fully address the situation at hand. Thus it was, as my 
seven-year old daughter's eyes rapidly dilated in 
response to the (now fully un-interactive) diorama on 
the coverlet.

"Jaclyn's got nothing ON daddy!!!" she spluttered. "And 
why's mommy getting ready to have a shower?"

The very innocence of her words brought a shared moment 
of relief. Jaclyn giggled, drawing her legs up and 
hugging her knees defensively. Katie more or less slid 
off the far-side of the bed choking back a full-on cry 
of laughter. With just her head and shoulders visible 
above the bed linen, she reminded me of a swimmer at 
Bondi Beach caught in a rip and looking out desperately 
for the nearest life-saver. I was still modestly 
attired – I could afford to crack a smile.

"Well sweetheart," I responded slowly, "I suppose it's 
a bit like when Jaclyn tickles you. Sometimes grown-ups 
play games like that too."

"But Jaclyn's not a grown-up is she?' Kylie fired back 
with unerring logic. We were quite obviously needing to 
consider Law-School for her further down the track.

"I guess not sweetie," I was forced to concede, "But 
mommy and I were only making Jaclyn feel happy – just 
like she wanted us to." I realized, even as I exited 
that last syllable, the trap I had set for myself.

"Can you make ME feel happy daddy?" she asked, those 
pouty little lips dripping with excess sugar. I was on 
death row.

"Well no we can't honey...its...er, how do I say this?" 
I glanced around, but there was no-one on site to 
prompt or bail me out of the hellish corner I had 
backed myself into. "The fact is baby, we just can't do 
things like that. Stuff we do with Jaclyn is not 
allowed with you. The Police would come and take mommy 
and daddy away for a long time." 

My daughter's eyes were the size of saucers at this 
juncture. Again though, her innate sense of reasoning 
kicked in. "But how would they KNOW daddy?" she asked. 
Game, set and match!

"They have a way of finding out sweetheart," I told 
her. "People say things by accident and stuff you don't 
want other people to know is suddenly no secret any 
longer." I latched on to the sudden hiatus in 
questioning.

"Anyway Kylie, you have to get back to sleep now. 
Jaclyn needs to go home and mommy and daddy are both 
very tired, so let's get you back to your room huh?" So 
saying I got off the bed, took her hand and began 
leading her away from the playing field. She had one 
last parting gem for us. 

"Can I watch you make Jaclyn happy next time she 
comes?" she pleaded, turning around as she spoke. 
Jaclyn giggled once more, Katie let out a sigh of 
shocked disbelief, leaving me to make a suitable reply. 
I opted for the standard parental cop-out.

"We'll see sweetheart," I muttered, "That's up to 
Jaclyn anyway, not me. Now come-on, get that little 
tail into bed. Without thinking I gave her pert rear 
end a swat with my hand. God, Talk about pouring fuel 
on the fire!

"Ouch" she giggled patting her bottom. "Goodnight 
mommy, 'night Jaclyn," she called-out across the 
lounge-room en route to the staircase. Following 
behind, I propelled her into bed and bequeathed her a 
good-night kiss, tucking in the covers as I did so.

Returning to the bedroom, it appeared both girls had 
made themselves decent in the interim. Watching Jaclyn 
as she zipped her skirt back up was no great hardship. 
I was only sorry to have missed the bra and panties 
recovery program.

"I suppose I'd better be getting home," she said to 
Katie, with what almost amounted to resigned 
obligation. 

"Mom and Dad were expecting me back by ten-thirty at 
the latest."

Getting on as it was for 11.15 pm, I could understand 
her concern. Though remarkably difficult to ignite 
spontaneous chat-mode with any under-age babysitter 
that you have just spent the last hour or so 
undressing, molesting and sexing-up generally, I 
managed a smile coupled with a mumbled "Of course 
sweetie, I'll drop you home right away."

Katie I noticed, shot me one of her trademark "That's 
right away Noel, no "just-one-for-the-road type gigs" 
glances. She can be such a little bitch sometimes.

As you might imagine though, having a fully fledged 
Lolita sitting within arm's reach, smiling contentedly 
and fully cognizant of her own youthful charms, as you 
negotiate even a couple of streets – is temptation 
incarnate. 

"That was SO hot tonight," she muttered, as we threw a 
left on to 9th Avenue. 

There was no one around. Parking kerbside I pulled her 
across the seat. Those sexy little lips were no less 
adventurous then they had been but thirty minutes 
earlier. Time was of the essence!

Squeezing gently the young girl's right breast, the 
sensation was I think as much to her liking as my own. 
She wriggled beneath my touch and as I kissed her with 
greater intent, I could not fail to notice her legs 
parting noticeably. Shifting base further south, I 
slipped a hand up between her thighs and locating those 
hot little panties, began indenting my way vertically. 
Such interesting terrain, a locale where heat, fantasy 
and illicit desire co-exist.

"Not AGAIN?" she giggled, as I began easing her panties 
down her thighs. I had my hand inside her bra by this 
stage and was teasing both nipples unmercifully. It may 
have been a dark street devoid of humanity at that time 
of night, but in all honesty I don't think it would 
ever have mattered. 

Kicking her shoes off and with her panties down around 
her left ankle somewhere, Jaclyn lost no time in 
seating herself astride my lap. I don't even remember 
who performed the unzipping honors – not that too much 
honor was on display at that particular moment.

What I do remember was her easing herself down with 
unerring accuracy upon something that most thirteen-
year old girls would not normally be wanting to sit on. 
I felt her gasp as she was penetrated to what was 
probably her cervical depths. It took but ten seconds 
to extricate her breasts from any confining material on 
site, and at the point I was able to draw down upon her 
left nipple she was breathing like a young soul lost in 
Hell. What, I wondered, did that make me for taking her 
there?

**

"Heavy traffic?" Katie enquired as I stepped back into 
the kitchen. "You just HAD to didn't you?"

"Had to what?" I countered bravely. "You think I messed 
around with her in the car on the way home?? C'mon I've 
only been gone fifteen minutes tops."

"Yeah for a FIVE minute trip – tops," she grinned. 
"Besides, you have a ridiculous expression on your face 
Noel - guilty as hell I call it."

"If ya really want to know" I bluffed, angelic 
composure oozing from every pore, "We were just sitting 
out the front of her house for a few minutes talking 
about school and stuff – nothing to get yourself het up 
about. Trust me."

"Day I trust you," she responded, "Is the day I need a 
frontal lobotomy."

No more was mentioned on the subject till we hopped 
into bed. "What DID you do to her?" she whispered. 

"What DIDN'T I?" I said grinning, "Wanna hear the 
details?" 

"Of course," she replied, slipping her panties off once 
again.

**

Given an inexplicable lull in our social calendar, 
Jaclyn's babysitting talents were not needed for almost 
three weeks. I for one, was already suffering early 
withdrawal symptoms. 

Deposited on our porch by her quite youngish father, it 
was all I could do to suppress a grin, wondering just 
how he would react were he privy to his teenage 
daughter's antics the past few visits. Only two 
possibilities came to mind - an AK47 with full clip or 
a digital-camera hosting a 4 gig memory card.

The little minx had done it again. Contour-revealing 
skivvy with a tight little tartan skirt. She bounded 
over and gave us both a hug.

"Get a grip," Katie whispered to me. Damn, if that 
wasn't exactly what I had in mind. 

"We'll be back around 10 pm kids," Katie called out as 
Jaclyn and Kylie high-tailed it up the staircase to the 
loft. 

Wasn't much of a dinner-party as I recall, but there 
again, who was paying that much attention? I can't 
speak for my wife, but I could barely wrench my 
thoughts away from what may or may not have been taking 
place back home. The food was passé, the conversation 
boring and still it was only 9.45.pm when we excused 
ourselves from the Hendersons, citing an early morning 
downtown appointment.

"Think they've been up to anything covert in our 
absence?" I muttered to Katie as we reined-in the old 
Delta 88 to our rear driveway. She just rolled her eyes 
at me.

"Don't you ever think of anything ELSE?" she asked.

"Sure," I grinned. "Just this morning I was wondering 
how Jaclyn will look back on all this when she's in her 
twenties?"

"You are soo sick," she replied. 

There being no-one in sight upon entry...kitchen, 
dining room and lounge all deserted, this really left 
few options. Can't say I took the stairs two at a time 
exactly but neither did I make hard work of the ascent.

As the early explorers must have said when they first 
looked down from the rim of the Grand Canyon – "Hell, 
what a view!"

Both girls were sound asleep on Kylie's bed, yet David 
Hamilton (See endnote) could not have orchestrated a 
more arousing aspect.

Clad in just their panties, "erotic innocence" is the 
only way to describe what I saw before me. Kylie lay on 
her back, hair splayed every which way on her pillow, 
one arm at her side the other beneath Jaclyn who was 
lying on her side, snuggled up to the younger girl, her 
face nuzzled but centimeters from Kylie's left cheek. 
Awake, they could have kissed with but the slightest 
movement on either one's part. 

Jaclyn's fully exposed breasts, beautiful that they 
appeared in such angelic a profile, rested now almost 
touching my daughter's yet-to-be-puffy swellings that 
try as I may, I could not wrest my eyes from. 
Accentuated by each soft breath, Kyle's nipples 
undulated as if aware of the close proximity of the 
other girl's breasts and striving to make that most 
feminine of contact.

Dominating everything else however, was the positioning 
of Jaclyn's right hand. Partially obscured by her pert 
little bottom, thrust out as it was in her gentle 
repose, I had to lean across to capture the moment in 
all its arousing immediacy. Though obviously fast 
asleep, her small hand lay casually across the front of 
my daughter's panties, her fingers resting where 
obviously they had been actively operational, at the 
point she had lost consciousness. Kylie's legs were 
parted – just sufficiently it would appear, to allow 
the other girl digital access. Perhaps that was simply 
wishful thinking on my part.

So erotic was the scene before me, arousal was 
inevitable. I wanted to touch them. Desire for both 
girls transcended social dictates, marital strictures, 
parental responsibility... even common sense. Before me 
lay timeless Goddesses, two Fairy Queens, the 
procreational blueprint of life itself. This was God's 
greatest achievement surely? the realization of the 
perfect female form.

For several minutes I indulged by senses, gently 
sifting strands of either girls' hair through my 
fingers, relishing the texture and sensory overload 
inherent in such contact. I smoothed my way with 
ultimate slowness, across the rear cheeks of our young 
baby-sitter, taking infinite care so as not to awaken 
her. 

It was not enough though.

Forever condemning myself to Hell most likely, I 
lowered my left hand to that prominent curvature as it 
lay resident beneath my daughter's panties. Taking all 
the time in the world, I placed my hand atop Jaclyn's 
and by judiciously applying increased pressure, caused 
those girlish fingers to infiltrate that narrow cleft 
between Kylie's legs. Did I imagine those slim legs to 
part fractionally more? Certainly the slightest sigh 
was audible from the pillow.

With increased confidence I pressed in harder, Jaclyn's 
fingers were clearly highlighting the indentation there 
between Kylie's legs. My own finger was almost making 
the illicit contact itself.

I sensed quite suddenly, rather than notice, Jaclyn 
open her eyes. I looked down at her and put a finger to 
my lips. She understood. Turning her head then to the 
younger girl's aggravated sexual plight, she gave a 
stifled cry as she picked-up on the use I was putting 
her hand to. Her smiling acquiescence of the situation 
served only to triple my lustful needs.

Whether to consign me to eternal damnation or simply to 
appease her own bisexual yearnings I couldn't say, but 
fixing me with a "tell me this isn't sexy" look, Jaclyn 
carefully tugged her right hand free from its 
protective duties beneath Kylie's shoulders and with 
not the least embarrassment (given her own exposed 
condition at least) began to manipulate Kylie's left 
nipple as she slept, fully unaware still of all around 
her.

A sound behind me caused me to turn my head quickly. 
Katie stood there, if not in total shock then close to 
it. If she was aware of the fact, it wasn't immediately 
obvious but her right hand was well up between her own 
legs and I don't think she was checking for any rash.

In the mouth of madness almost, I removed my hand from 
atop Jaclyn's and slipped it down the front of the 
young girl's panties, their being little more than an 
arm's length from my face after all. Making no move to 
stop me she simply parted her own legs marginally, 
enough let's say that I could get my index finger well 
inside her pussy. Unable to perform there-in the 
digital tango I may have wished for obvious reasons, I 
simply penetrated that sexy little cleft at the same 
time watching Jaclyn's fingers slip-slide their way 
along Kylie's now quite pronounced camel-toe.

There came shortly thereafter, a point at which I not 
surprisingly became un-hinged. I have no idea what 
condition Katie was in. Retracting my hand from her 
panties I simply slipped my arms beneath Jaclyn's 
thighs and shoulders and literally scooped her from the 
bed. I don't think she even weighed much more than my 
daughter. 

Brushing past Katie, I maneuvered her down the 
staircase, taking the greatest of pleasure in watching 
those sexy little breasts jiggle en route to our 
bedroom. Dropping her on the covers, I had my weapon-
of-choice to hand in less time than it took the 
babysitter herself to peel those tight little panties 
down to her ankles. One kick and they were consigned to 
the far side of the bed. Spreading her wide with what 
could only be described as her total complicity, I 
...well, I guess the only really applicable phrase here 
is to say, "I fucked her senseless."

Even as I transferred across more DNA residue than I 
knew I possessed, I heard movement behind me. My wife 
stood there in the doorway, half smiling, half bemused.

"We really should talk about this," she said.

***

Endnote: David Hamilton is the renowned British 
photographer of the erotique. He is the writer/director 
of the films "Laura" and "Bilitis"

(c) Peter_Pan 2007

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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