What Daddy needs 6

Phoebe dropped onto the sofa and closed her eyes for a second before picking up her book again. Baby sitting Jamie’s boys was exhausting. The three boys, aged five, three, and one, were something beyond hyper. If they hadn’t been Jamie’s kids she would never had agreed to watch them.

Her little brother Justin was the only kid she actually liked. She had just turned seven a month before he had been born and when his mom, her dad’s second wife, had left abandoning her three month old son, Phoebe had happily helped her older sister, Sandra, care for their infant brother. Justin had been like a living baby doll for her and she still marveled sometimes at the fact that he had survived her overly enthusiastic care.

Sandra, ten years older than Phoebe, had followed in their oldest sister Cassie’s footsteps and had gotten as far away from their authoritarian father as she could as soon as she graduated from high school. Jake had never been the easiest man to live with, but Phoebe, the baby for the first seven years of her life, had always gotten away with anything while her two oldest sisters bore the brunt of his anger, especially after Justin’s mom had made her escape.

With both of their older sisters gone, Phoebe had felt that Justin was her responsibility even though her grandmother had moved from her home in New York to stay close enough to help her son raise his two youngest children. She was closer to her little brother than she had ever been to Cassie or Sandra and she knew that he adored her as much as she did him.

She sat up and laid her book on the coffee table when she heard the front door open. Trina Murphy smiled as she stuck her head in the living room door. “Hey,” she said dropping heavily into one of the chairs opposite the sofa. “How have you been?”

Phoebe shrugged. “I have this stupid sinus infection. I’ve been on antibiotics for two weeks.”

Trina grimaced. “I know how you feel,” she commiserated. “I get them, too. Did the boys give you much trouble?”

“Tyson and Alex fed the baby crayons,” Phoebe said slipping her feet into her shoes.

Trina shrugged. “I’m sure they’ve fed him worse,” she said tiredly as she leaned forward to hand Phoebe two twenty dollar bills. “Jamie’s waiting in the car to take you home.”


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Phoebe slid into the passenger seat and leaned across the console to kiss Jamie lightly before he put the SUV in reverse and backed out of his driveway. She leaned back in her seat and smiled over at him.

“Did you have a nice time?” she asked reaching out to caress his thigh.

“It was okay,” he said glancing over at her. “I spent the entire evening thinking about you.”

She let her hand glide up the inside of his leg and brush against the growing bulge between his thighs. She turned slightly in her seat and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his slacks. She practically purred as she pushed her hand into his pants and began to stroke his nearly erect cock.

Jamie groaned and lifted his hips a little as she pushed his trousers down to free his rigid penis. Her fingers closed around his cock and she began to slide her hand slowly up and down. He shifted in his seat to give her better access and she rubbed her hand over the spongy head wetting her palm with the pre cum oozing from the tip before starting to stroke him faster.

“I love the way your skin feels so soft when your cock is so hard,” she murmured.

She squeezed lightly and felt him flex in her grasp. With a mischievous little smile she leaned over and stuck the tip of her tongue into the slit in the head of his cock and scooped up the pre cum gathered there.