A Teenager’s Revenge Part 2

A TEENAGER’S REVENGE – PART 2 – MR. SINCLAIR

Kelly Willis knocked on the door of the palatial home owned by John and Margaret Sinclair, having taken the bus from her home. She had been asked to babysit their two young children that evening while they went out to a party, and she had readily agreed. This was her chance to begin putting her plan into action.

The door was answered by Mr. Sinclair, in a tux. He was a tall, well-built man in his early 40’s. “Hi!” said Kelly, smiling brightly. The rise of her perky nipples was obvious through her top as she stood there in the cool, foggy air of the evening.

“Hi, Kelly,” he replied, his eyes drifting up and down the young teenager’s cute body. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, that much was clearly evident. God, what a sexy little minx, he thought to himself. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed Gerald and Samantha Willis’ daughter. For months, now, he had been watching Kelly as she started to blossom into adolescence, indulging in more than a few idle sexual fantasies about the nubile girl. She had spent more than one afternoon by their pool, in her skimpy little swimsuits, in addition to her occasional housekeeping and babysitting duties. And he was keenly aware that she was rapidly turning into a younger, slimmer version of her sexy, voluptuous mom. “Come on in,” he said finally, his cock stirring in his pants.

Kelly walked through the door, conscious of Mr. Sinclair clandestinely checking out her pert ass in her tight cut-offs. Just as he looked up, Margaret came down the stairs, looking at Kelly disapprovingly. “Ah, there you are, Kelly. The kids have been fed, all you have to do is make sure they get to bed. Help yourself to whatever you can find in the fridge.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Sinclair,” said Kelly. “Ummm, listen, do you think Mr. Sinclair could give me a ride home when you get back? It’ll be pretty late to take the bus.”

Mr. Sinclair tried to conceal his interest in this turn in the conversation, but Kelly could tell from his expression that he wasn’t at all averse to an opportunity to be alone with her. Margeret, however, was even more disapproving of the proposal than she was of Kelly’s sexy outfit.

“I don’t know, Kelly…you should have made arrangements for your mom to come and get you.”

“She’s working late, Mrs. Sinclair,” said Kelly. “She’s got a second job, now.” Let the snooty bitch feel guilty, she thought to herself.

“No, no, it’s all right, Margaret,” said Mr. Sinclair. “The buses don’t even run that late. I’ll be happy to drive her home.”

Margaret sighed. “All right, Kelly. We should be back around midnight. And remember, I don’t want any boyfriends here, understood?”

“Sure, Mrs. Sinclair. I’ll just read and watch TV.”

The couple turned to leave, Margaret fixing Kelly with one last stern glance, and then went out the door.

The children were well-behaved, for once, and she managed to get them put to bed and asleep by nine o’clock. After that, she watched television for awhile. Having worked there as a maid a few times, she knew where Mr. Sinclair kept a few porn DVD’s hidden. She selected one entitled “Young and Tender” and plugged it into the player, turning the volume down so as not to awaken the kids. She was always anxious to learn as much as she could about sex, and this was a great opportunity. The movie involved a series of vignettes with older men and young girls, girls that looked no older than Kelly, having sex in every way imaginable. She watched with growing arousal, wanting more than anything else to unbutton her cut-offs so that she could touch herself. Finally, figuring she would have time to button up if she heard either of the kids coming down the stairs, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. She was wet, she knew.

Although she wasn’t very experienced yet sexually, Kelly had lost her virginity a month before her parents’ divorce, to the tennis pro at her stepfather’s golf club. He had been a good teacher, as it turned out, coaching her about much more than two-handed backhands and footwork. As a result, Kelly felt increasingly confident regarding her abilities as a seductress, despite her young age. She would need those skills tonight. As she watched the movie excitedly, her fingers slipping down beneath her tiny thong and gently rubbing herself, she thought of the scene that she hoped would soon be unfolding between herself and Mr. Sinclair.

After watching the entire movie and part of a second one, she saw the lights of the Sinclair’s car as it pulled into the driveway. Quickly she buttoned her cut-offs and put away the DVD’s, turned off the TV, and was curled up on the couch with a book by the time the couple came through the door.

“Hi, Kelly,” said Margaret.