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The Babysitter; the Year I Became a Rapist.
by Wolf359loki (address withheld)

***

A story of a guilt-ridden young man meeting his victim 
years later. (mf-teens, youths, nc, rp, 1st)

***

When I was 14 a new family moved in next door to us. 
It was a single mother and her daughter. Mom was sort 
of this trampy type. Smoked way to much weed and drank 
a lot. After a few weeks she asked my parents if it 
would be ok for be to baby sit. Having done lots of 
this in the area, it wasn’t a big deal.

After a short time I was the regular babysitter and 
the daughter and I became friends. The daughter was 
about 9 when I met her and sort of lonely. I can only 
imagine what her life was like growing up. The 
babysitting gigs got longer and longer and it seemed 
like mom had checked out. She was out all night most 
of the time and when she was home she was drunk or 
stoned.

Her mom was a total tramp and would stay out all night 
or come home at 4am with some DBag she picked up at a 
bar. She even gave me a Blow Job once instead of 
paying me for babysitting. 

I was a very normal kid and my parents were always 
happy with me. I got good grades, had friends and even 
the occasional girlfriend. I had never been in any 
real trouble and was very responsible for someone my 
age.

At first the time I spent there was normal and I help 
with chores around the place when mom was away. Made 
lunch and breakfast, helped with homework and did what 
normal babysitters did. We played games and talked and 
watched TV. This was before every kid on earth had 
cell phones or computers.

She was a very nice girl and we got to be very close. 
After a year or so things started to change and I was 
not sure what to do. She wanted to always be close to 
me. Always wanted to play games that included touching 
or fighting. At the time I wasn’t not sure what was 
going on, but looking back now I could see that she 
was becoming interested in boys. It was at this time 
again looking back that I was turning from a normal 
kid into a rapist.

This was and is the time in my life filled with the 
most guilt and shame that I can imagine. I look back 
on this time with fear and loathing. I should have 
told someone of this time sooner, I should have maybe 
been punished. I am telling you this now so I can move 
forward as life can be stranger than fiction at times.

She was very cute and developed. It started with her 
always wanted to play these games with me that 
involved tickling her or rough housing or she always 
wanted to sit on my lap when we were watching TV, 
especially when her single slutty mom was away. I was 
wondering at the time if it was just because she was 
lonely. I was nice, but I am sure she missed her mom.

This one evening we were playing and she was getting 
me to play rough and goof off. She asked me if she 
could see my cock. I said no at first, but she said 
she really wanted to see one. She begged me and said 
she would never tell. She had this way of pouting at 
me that made me want to please her.
I gave in and said only if I could see hers after. So 
I lay on the bed and pulled my sweats down (I wore 
them because when we played I got a hard on lots). She 
was very interested and asked why it was hard. I said 
it’s because she was a girl and it was natural for it 
to get hard when a girl wanted to see it. I told her 
she could touch it after a few minutes. She did. 

She sort of touched it very lightly at first and said 
it was very warm. She ran her hand all over it, but 
not in a sexual way, more in an examining it way.

After a while I asked to see her and she puller hers 
down too. I sort of joked that there was not much to 
see with her legs together.

She spread them wide and lay back on the bed. She had 
very light pubic hair and I could see she was excited 
too. I asked her why it looked wet. She giggled and 
said it got that way a lot when we played. I just 
about laughed. She said I could touch it too if I 
wanted.

I ran my fingers over it very lightly, pretending not 
to know what I was doing. I touched her where her 
pubic hair were growing and then down the side. I 
could see her looking at me and smiling. I ran my 
fingers a bit harder up her slit and her lips opened. 
She laughed but didn't stop me. I got to her tiny clit 
and rubbed it. I asked her what it was and how it 
felt. She started to mover her hips and said it felt 
nice. 

I had to stop myself or I was going to do something I 
didn’t want to do.

After that our "playing" went to a new level. She 
would sit on my lap like before but she would wiggle 
so I got a boner that she could feel. She would rub 
herself in it like it was just a game. She would grope 
me through my sweats and put her hand down my pants. 

She had no idea what she was playing with or what I 
wanted to do. I did nothing for a few months.

Anyway sometimes at night I would tuck the little girl 
in bed and she would ask me to lay with her until she 
went to sleep. After playing with her I would 
sometimes be very excited and I would wait till she 
was sleeping and lift her nightly to peek at her naked 
little pussy. I would even touch it at times to see 
what it felt like. I was always ashamed.

She wanted to play "house" and asked me to sleep with 
her at night more because her mom was away a lot. I 
was 17 and making this kid breakfast and sending her 
to school on more days then her mom did. It was very 
messed up.

I grew bolder at night when she was asleep. I would 
often rub my cock up and down her ass when she slept 
and jack off in bed with her. I would put her hand on 
my cock and pretend she was jacking me off. I felt so 
guilty but I couldn't stop myself. She was so 
affectionate to me that I figured she didn't know what 
I did at night.

One night I we had some fun playing and she even 
wanted to play with my cock some more and I let her. I 
asked her if she wanted to give it a kiss because she 
like playing with it so much. I just about came when 
she kissed the head. All this time that she played I 
forced myself not to teach her how to jack me off, but 
just let her play in her way. She never really stroked 
it but more like picked it up and squeezed the head or 
played with my balls. To me she seemed innocent and 
not playing in a sexual way.

That was all I could take. That night she asked to 
sleep with me again and I was so horny. I couldn’t 
wait for her to go to sleep. When she was I pulled off 
my sweats and she was laying with her back to me. I 
got up close behind her and stuck my cock between her 
legs, in the gap between her pussy and her thighs. I 
sort of fucked that gap for a while.

I could feel the heat coming from her little crouch 
and I could sometime feel the lips rubbing the top of 
my cock.

My cock would sort of flex and I could feel the tip 
touch her cherry hole. It felt so good to have the 
head wrapped up by her young lips that I stared to 
push the tip deeper.

I was going very slow and feeling the pounding of 
blood in my cock. I had to hold back or I would just 
ram it in, but I didn’t want to wake her or hurt her.

Her pussy was very wet and it make my cock all slick. 
I kept pushing and pulling my cock in and out with 
just the head spreading her cherry wider and wider. I 
soon felt a little tear and the head just popped into 
her new opening. I stopped thinking she would wake up 
from the pain, but she slept on. I got braver now; I 
was behind her so I move her hips up so I could see 
where my cock was. 

Her young pussy was stretched over the shaft now and I 
began to slowly fuck her deeper. Every few minutes I 
was deeper and deeper inside of her. Her ass and pussy 
looked so small compared to me. I was biting my lips 
to keep from moaning. I could hear her breathing in 
and out with each stroke of my cock and the sound of 
her wetness was all I could take. I pushed it as deep 
as I could and I felt my balls tingle and I came 
inside of her. 

There was a lot of cum shooting into her and I shook 
all over with excitement. The cum dripped out of her 
around my cock and make her all wet and sticky. I 
continued to fuck her slowly until every drop was 
drained from my cock into that little girl. Even when 
I was done I kept my cock in her and held her close to 
me until I went limp.

After that night in the morning she was sort of 
concerned and I asked her what was wrong. She said she 
thinks she may have had her first period and asked 
what she should do. I was sort of startled and said 
she should maybe take a bath. She did and she said she 
felt way better. 

I never fucked her again after that and I stopped our 
special play. I told her it was now that she had her 
period (might as well use that) she was becoming a 
women and it may not be the best for us to play like 
that anymore. She seemed hurt for a while, but we 
talked and she understood. 

I helped out for another year but then they moved 
away.

I have never done anything like this since. I have had 
a few relationships that were normal I guess. I have 
never even been attracted to young girl porn. I have a 
good job and a career. 

So 11 years go by and I never see her again. One day I 
am walking through a mall when I ran into her she was 
24 or so and a very happy girl. Finished University 
and she said she always remembered how nice I was to 
her. That was all; she took my number and calls once 
in a while but is very busy with work. Her mom is 
still a drunken slut, lol.

So this week she calls me up and wants to hang out on 
Friday. I say sure and we went out as friends. We had 
dinner and talked and somewhere along the night it 
went from friends to a first date. We even ended the 
night with a kiss.

She asked me what I was doing for on Saturday and she 
wanted to go out again. I asked as friend or a date, 
she said a date for sure.

Things went very well. On a scale of 1 to 10 of first 
dates (that don't end is sex of course) it was an 8. 
She was very open and fun. I am pretty sure it is 
because we have a history of sorts. We are seeing each 
other later in the week as she has work things this 
week.

I was surprised at a few things she said or at least 
hinted at. She sort of talked about me helping her 
with homework. She had this little smirk that told me 
it was more than the homework but I didn't pry and let 
her feel all coy and giggly about the inside joke. 

After a few dates we had the chance to talk of old 
times. We had a few drinks and I had cooked dinner and 
we had a nice romantic night. We started to kiss and 
touch on the couch. It all seemed very familiar. I was 
worried about how to approach the subject of what she 
recalls and doesn’t. So when she dropped her hand onto 
my lap I joked with her if she wanted to see my cock 
again.

She snorted a big laugh and we both laughed a lot. She 
said she wondered when I was going to bring that up. 
We talked about it and she said she felt bad because I 
was put in such and awkward position. She was so happy 
that it was me, but still now knows how bad it could 
have been if anyone had caught us. I didn’t tell her 
what I had done.

I wonder if she remembers what I did. I wonder if she 
really was asleep through the whole thing. I think at 
the time I was in love with her in some strange way. I 
can see myself falling in love again.

Was I just a kid? Does it matter now? Can I rid myself 
of this guilt?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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