Flirting with the Sitter

“Hello, Mr. Peterson,” Billy said as the door opened. The Petersons were friends of his parents and when their regular babysitter cancelled, they asked if Billy would be willing to look after their kids. Billy hadn’t done any babysitting in a year, not since getting real summer jobs, but he was home this weekend from college and didn’t have any other plans tonight. Besides, Tim was in 1st grade, so it wouldn’t be like taking care of a baby. He expected to spend most of the night lounging in front of the TV making sure the house didn’t burn down.

“Hello, Billy. This is our son, Tim,” he said referring to a short, scruffy looking 7 year old standing behind him, “and our daughter Sarah is downstairs.”

‘Sarah?’ I thought? ‘I’m stuck with two kids now?’

“Tim goes to bed at 8, Sarah at 10. Make sure she finishes her homework before then. We’ll be home around 11.” He continued on.

Anyway, I was getting a little grumpy inside. Instead of being able to send the kid to bed early and then lounging about, I’m going to be stuck with her underfoot most of the evening. I knew there was a catch.
I briefly wondered why they needed a babysitter at all, but I guess that while Sarah might be old enough to stay at home, they didn’t think she was old enough to look after her little brother on her own.
Anyway, Tim and l went downstairs to the living room. Tim ran off to the far end of the room where a mini basketball hoop was set up. I saw Sarah sitting at the coffee table in front of the TV (which was off); her flowing blonde hair that went down almost to the floor. She was wearing a loose shirt and a skirt, with just the hint of a figure developing underneath. She was sitting on the floor cross-legged such that I could see most of the way up her skirt.

I wondered if she knew what kind of view she was giving me, when she shifted her legs to a more modest pose. I then saw her glance up at me and smile.

“You wanna play ball,” Tim asked, and that seemed as good an idea as any. We played one-on-one for about half and hour. It’s surprising how competitive a game can be between a 7 year old and a 20 yr old confined to his knees the entire game. Just as I’m about to take a long range shot, I feel something swat the ball out of my hand.

Sarah is standing behind me, holding the basketball that she pilfered from me, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Tim started laughing as Sarah dodged around me heading towards the hoop, laying the ball up in the basket.

I picked up the ball as it rolled back to me, and both Tim and Sarah take positions between me and the basket. I make a feint to the side and then try to push between them. Tim runs towards me and jumps on me, but he can’t pull me to the ground. I try to continue on towards the hoop when Sarah also jumps on my back. This knocks me to the ground and both of them fall on top of me. As we land on the ground, I can feel her soft body roll over me. She lands upside down, with her shirt lifted halfway up her body, and her skirt lifted high enough to flash me a view of her panties. She seems to pause for a moment, letting me enjoy that view, before getting up and fixing her clothes.

I glance at the clock and see that it’s just after 8pm.