From a Boy With the Babysitters

I was around 12 years of age, it was the summer between 6th and 7th grade and I was living with my Aunt. She told me that she was going out with her friends on Friday. This would mean that I was going to have to stay with her friend’s kids that night. Now she had 4 kids the oldest was her only son and the other 3 were little girls. That made her son her son have a very feminine attitude and a pansy ass buzzkill to me. So under normal circumstances I would hate going over there to be the oldest and boredest of the bunch. But the last couple times I had been there I had gotten real friendly with a girl from down the street from their house, her name was Kayla.

The last time I had spent the night Kayla and I got pretty heated. I’ll admit that it was one of my first serious kissing sessions so I got very excited and a little carried away. Since then I had raided my uncle’s porn stash (as well as the internet) and I was really anxious to see how far I could get her to go with me. It took almost no time at all for us to sneak away alone after the adults went out. They said since me and Kayla were oldest (Kayla being 13) we were in charge until the babysitters arrived. Kayla figured the girls and their dainty little sister couldn’t get into too much trouble without us watching them, and I didn’t care to differ. So in no time at all we were tucked away in the parents’ bedroom kissing deeply in the dark.
I remember she kept her hands around my neck, and she sat on my lap with her legs around my waist. Her tongue was so unbelievable, I had no idea what I was doing so I tried to keep my composure and let her lead. She ran her tongue in and out of my mouth. Her taste buds felt so rough against my own tongue and the back of my teeth. I found my hands caressing the small of her back, and without meaning to, lifting up her shirt.

She stopped kissing me abruptly. She leaned her forehead against mine. I really liked the feeling of our mixed sweat and breath meeting eachother. She was looking straight down between us and I thought she was glancing down to see my hardon sprouting up from beneath her skirt and my pants. But then she asked me “Do you want me to take my shirt off?” I didn’t need to even think about it before I whispered my reply. She put her hands on the base of her shirt and looked into my eyes sheepishly, her short hair framed her face so nicely. “You too…” she said quietly. I ripped my shirt over my head like I was trekking around in the summertime no problem and hungrily watched her do the same. In the limited light I saw her olive flesh creep out of her top.
She wore no bra (I didn’t know what they were all about back then) and her expectedly small and perky breasts bounced out immediately as her shirt came off over her head. My heart thundered a beat that seemed to stop time. I reveled in the first set of living breasts I had ever seen. Kayla’s hands crept back around my neck and I wrenched my gaze away from her chest to see she was studying my face really hard in the dark.
A smile swept across her face and she pulled me in to continue kissing. Her boobs were wedged tightly between our two bodies, I could barely breath and my head sort of swam. My mulatto skin complimented her olive skin so nicely in the darkness. I was completely surprised by how hot her frame was against mine. I couldn’t believe that our bodies were producing so much warmth. Something primal deep within me stirred… I wanted to touch her chest, to fondle each breast and suck them… I wanted to discover what was beneath her skirt pressing back against my swelled manhood with it’s own source of heat. I wanted so much but the bedroom door burst open, and there in the blinding light stood the two babysitters.

In retrospect they were being kind of harsh on Kayla. They threw her back into her clothes, and made us both stand there looking very guilty under their unforgiving stern looks. They told Kayla she should be ashamed, and that she shouldn’t be thinking about things like that. They made her go home and threatened to call her mother and tell her what had happened. Kayla scurried back to her house, and they turned their attention to me. I didn’t care who they told, my Aunt wouldn’t care, and I tried not to look ashamed as far as I was concerned I didn’t do anything wrong.
I took a good look at them. They were Krystal and Amy, they had babysat me and my ‘cousins’ before. They might have been about 16 and that wasn’t much older than me. When I was forced to stay over with my cousins I preferred to hang out with them when they would let me. But tonight they probably weren’t too happy with me. I had always thought they were both so pretty and I developed an impossible crush on the pair of them. Krystal was my top pick of the two. She had long blonde hair in a ponytail. With had a slender body, a fair sized bust that led down to her round hips and long legs that seemed to run on forever out of her coochie cutter shorts. All of that paled in comparison to her gorgeous face. She had beautiful features set with a bright toothy smile and stunning blue eyes. Amy was just as pretty but had a completely different body. She was shorter than Krys, with deep brown hair, and a round face with pouty lips and almond brown eyes. Like Krystal she had a nice ass and thick long legs, but unlike her she really had something to put behind a bra. Now more than ever I found myself gazing at her huge tits, barely hidden beneath a thin orange weekend shirt… the primal thing in me wanted to see those now too.
I guess at this point it would be good to describe myself when this took place. I was always tall for my age so i was about the same height as Krystal and a few inches taller than Amy. I’m mulatto so i have a light brown caramel complexion. I have deep brown eyes (I’m always told that’s because I’m full of shit) and black hair that back then was kept cut and faded. I had always been an athlete and in middleschool that really took off for me, I was the top swimmer in school and was on the football team so my body was nothing lacking leanness or tone. And for the sake of the story, my genital stock was around 6 and a half inches at this time. I had never thought of it as big but once i had fully grown and i started using it more often, I received my fair share of compliments.
I tried not to falter under their conjoined glares. Why did they have to show up? Normally they would chat away on the phone with boys and talk about stuff that even at my young age I knew was unimportant nonsense. But now I guess they had more important issues at hand.
They started with what they probably thought was an adult-like investigation. They asked me if I knew what I had been doing. I didn’t want to seem stupid or childish so I threw caution to the wind and bass in my voice when I said “Of course I know what I was doing, I’ve told you I’m not a stupid kid before!” Amy thought my attitude was cute and smiled out of Krys’s eyesight. “You do? Really?” Krys chimed, she obviously didn’t believe me. I stepped up my lies a little bit and told them I had seen tapes and done lots of things like that. “Well even so, kids your age still aren’t supposed to do sexual things like that.” She scolded. Something in my mind loved the way that word resonated sexual…. I told her with more force that I wasn’t a kid, while Amy looked back and forth between the both of us.
Krys sat with her arms crossed and clearly wanted to continue chastising me. But Amy grabbed her by the shoulder and leaned her back so she could whisper something in her ear. Years later I can still only guess that she said something like he has no idea what he’s doing we have to help him out. Krystal kept shaking her head saying “No!” and “What?!” then she would glance at me. I felt really awkward standing there, I hadn’t been able to find my shirt when they busted me and Kayla. They both kept looking up and running me over with their eyes. I looked down at myself and suddenly I was really aware of my scrawny excuse for preteen muscles.
They must have come to some kind of agreement they both stood up very quickly and one of them sang “Come with us.” I was still sort of examining myself, and I was surprised when Amy grabbed my hand and Krystal placed her hands on my shoulders, together they lead me into one of the kids’ bedroom.

I was completely clueless as to what was about to happen. The room we went to belong to one of the girls, it was small with a fluffy bed and glass cases lined with porcelain dolls. “What are you doing?” I asked. They exchanged a smile over my head and Krys let go of me to lock the door behind us. Amy pulled me more forcefully towards the bed “Oh, I thought you did this all the time?” she said accusingly as she sat me down.
I was losing my breath again, she had said this and I wasn’t stupid. I tried to keep my composure and act like I knew what was going on. Krystal sort of sauntered over to the bed with us and sat behind me while Amy knelt down in front of me on the floor. From behind me Krystal wrapped her hands around my bare chest, and laced her legs around my midsection. I found myself stammering as I tried to answer “R-right… I-I do”
Amy smiled up at me, I didn’t expect such a gentle smile. “We don’t believe you.” Krys said softly in my ear “How far did you guys get in the backroom before we found you?”. I was completely at their mercy, I told them we hadn’t done anything really. I told them we had kissed and took off our shirts. “Did you like seeing her breasts?” Amy asked. I was looking away from them, trying to seem like I was examining the dolls who were watching this whole thing unfold as I nodded. “Of course you did. Would you like to see mine?”. My eyes snapped back to give her my full attention, and she smiled as I nodded vigorously.
“Say it.” Came Krys’s voice in my ear. Amy looked at her and laughed “Say ‘Can I please see you’re boobs Amy’” she ordered.