David Housesits pt 1

It was another hot summer day, and David Stark was tired, sweaty, and hungry. He had graduated high school in May and was working for a landscaping company until he went off to college in the fall. Being athletic person who was a star high school baseball player meant he wasn’t out of shape, but seven hours of moving sod and dirt and shoveling wore anyone out. He desperately needed a shower and dinner.
As he entered his house, his mom called out to him. “David, is that you? I need to speak with you.” He wondered what the hell his mom wanted as he tossed his dirty socks and shirt in the laundry. He was about 5’11” and 165 lbs. He wasn’t horribly muscular, but he could stand up to most people and be considered in shape. He found his mom in the kitchen.
“What’d you need, mom?” he asked as he grabbed a glass of water.
“You know Mr. and Mrs. Stephens from church?” He nodded his head as he gulped down water. “Mrs. Johnson’s mother just became very ill and is in the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Stephens need to leave town for a few days, and they need to do it quick. They wondered if you’d be willing to stay at their house to house-sit their two daughters and make sure everyone stayed safe. Bethany just turned sixteen, but she doesn’t have her license yet, so they need someone with a car who can take care of the girls and shuffle them to and fro. They’ll pay you more than you make landscaping if you’ll do it.”
Now David may have been a nice guy who didn’t have much experience with girls, but he immediately got excited at the thought of being in the same house as two teenage girls. Bethany and Amber were 16 and 15 respectively, born almost one year apart to the day. To most, they looked like twins. David had grown up knowing the girls from church and they often played together when they were young. He could easily tell them apart even though they hadn’t ran in the same circles in years. Bethany was slightly taller, but Amber was skinnier and better endowed. They both had shoulder length brown hair and dark, tan skin. David had his mind made up quickly. “Yeah, of course mom, I’d be happy too. Can you call them and let them know I’ll be over as soon as I can shower and grab some clothes for the night?”
“I knew you’d be kind enough to do it. What will your work say?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll explain there’s been some kind of family emergency or something. I’m sure it won’t be a big deal.” David was already headed upstairs and in the shower faster than he’d ever been before. He showered, got dressed, brushed his teeth, and had grabbed clothes for the night in less than fifteen minutes. He picked up a Gatorade, his cell phone, wallet, and keys that his mom had set out, and he kissed her goodbye.
“The Stephens are waiting for you. They’ll leave once you’re there. Call me if you have any problems, although I’m sure you won’t.” David jumped in his car and drove the few miles to their house. He parked on the street, check his hair, grabbed his overnight stuff, and walked towards the house. Mr. and Mrs. Stephens were already in the car waiting to go. They handed him a garage door opener, house key, and $100 cash.
“Thank you, David,” said Mr. Stephens. “We really appreciate it. The girls are laying out by the pool in back and there’s a frozen lasagna in the freezer for dinner. We’ll call tomorrow to check on everything.” David just nodded and started to say it wasn’t a problem, but they were already backing down the drive way. David waved goodbye, walked into the house and closed the garage door on his way inside. He set his clothes down and decided to go say hi to the girls.
Now David was horny, but he didn’t really expect anything to happen. First, he wasn’t very good with girls. He’d kiss Katherine Whick after their senior prom, but it didn’t end up going much beyond some kissing. So he was more so looking forward to being around two hot girls and having plenty of images to jack off to each night. Second, Amber and Bethany didn’t really seem like the type of girls to involve themselves sexually with boys, which made his odds of anything happening even lower.