The Baby Sitter part 1 - Sex Stories

The Baby Sitter part 1

All events in this story are fictitious and all persons in this story are over 18.

Any similarities to any persons or events in this story is purely coincidental

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The Babysitter part 1

I grew up in a very strange household, although I never knew it at the time to me it was very normal.

Mum was married to an interstate truck driver who we only saw for a couple of days every fortnight, she was a nurse who worked all week so we only saw her at night and on weekends.

I had a sister who was 2 years older than me, we were very close and I guess argued a bit like most siblings.

Our next door neighbour was Nancy who was a few years younger than Mum and she was married to Bob who was about Mum’s age.

Nancy stayed at home and had a wheel chair which she rarely used but occasionally she would collapse and couldn’t walk for a few days so she stayed home mostly.

Nancy and Bob were trying to have a baby but without any luck and were always trying new and different ways to get pregnant which Mum and her discussed quite often.

As Nancy was desperate to have a baby she was only too happy to be our almost live in babysitter, she loved us both but I was her special little man probably because she delivered me on the kitchen floor while mum was waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Mum said we formed an unbreakable bond from the moment I looked up her as she crooned to me in her arms but that was not the only special bond we ...

... had.

Mum always talked about how my sister Darcy came out screaming the place down whereas I cried for a few moments until Nancy spoke then simply calmed down and gurgled happily.

Bob opened a gateway in our dividing fence and as kids we spent as much time over next door as we did at home, he even put in an intercom between the two kitchens so Mum and Nancy could talk without yelling out the kitchen windows which faced each other.

Nancy would wander over to our house in the morning after Bob went to work and see mum off then look after us until Mum came home in the afternoon and they would gossip and bake cakes and yell at us two kids for whatever trouble we were up to at the time, I was always being told to go put some clothes on but that never lasted before I would strip off again and in the end they just let me be, my sister on the other hand was always dressing up in fancy costumes and would be getting told to take those good clothes off.

A lot of my early memories of Nancy was the two thin night dresses she always wore with nothing underneath and those two big breasts that swung independently as she walked.

My sister always slept later than I did [apparently I always woke as soon as Nancy walked in through the kitchen door] so Nancy would run a bath when she woke up and joined us to wash and play, my usual position was to sit on her lap with her hairs tickling my bum and those big boobs on either side of my head, she was not what you would call fat but rather ...