The Call Me The Babysitter 2 - Sex Stories

The Call Me The Babysitter 2

Charlotte, Megan's little s****r was fast becoming a distant memory. Still, despite the loss, it had buoyed up my self-image. It had been the most sexually fantastic six hours of my life! It was only a week or two later that Bruce, who was also a member of the "freak community", and a fellow member of the campus newspaper staff, came up to me and said, "Hey, my little s****r is visiting for two weeks, and she is a royal pain in the ass. I heard that you babysat Megan's s****r. Can you take mine off my hands for a day or two? I'll pay you. Please?" Now having a better idea of the possibilities, I cheerfully agreed. Of course, I kept reminding myself that there was no guarantee of future success. But hope burns eternal... And then Bruce stepped in closer and put a finger on my chest. "Listen up! I heard rumors you fooled around with Megan's s****r. Don't even THINK about touching my s****r! You hear? I find out you messed with her, I'll kill you!" Well. That was certainly promising, wasn't it? Bruce's younger s****r was Heather, age sixteen. She had short, copper red hair and freckles. She was petite, stood about five feet two, and had nice gentle curves. Okay, she wasn't gorgeous or sexy, but she was definitely cute in a tomboy kind of way. And I detected right off that she was anything but stupid. Things did not get off to a good start. She was obviously disappointed that her b*****r had foisted her off on me, a total stranger. Her lip turned up in disgust when she saw her ...

... b*****r give me fifteen bucks and a clap on the back. He turned and gave his s****r a perfunctory wave, then trotted off. She growled, "So you're my paid guardian, huh? I'm not impressed." She wasn't impressed by anything! I tried the campus tour, I tried the rose gardens, I tried the Big Boy restaurant, but nothing sparked any interest in her. It wasn't until I (finally!) got her talking about herself that she became animated at all. She was striving to be school valedictorian, and currently had the top grades in the tenth grade. She was in the Science Club, the Math Club, and played first-chair-first flute in the high school orchestra. So I told her about my studies in physics. When I mentioned my master's thesis, she got positively titillated. My graduate advisor had somehow managed to get a grant from NASA to study cosmic ray sputters in a block of photographic emulsion that had been taped inside the escape hatch of Apollo 13. I k** you not. She wanted to see it! Now! So I drove her to the physics building and showed her my stereo microscope. I put a thin sheet of emulsion on the microscope stage, and showed her some sputters, tiny conical "holes" where atomic nuclei had slammed into the emulsion at nearly the speed of light. By the time we left, it was dusk, and Heather was absolutely giddy. She even let me hold her hand as we walked back to my car. She wasn't hungry but I was, so I asked her if we could run to my apartment for some food. She nodded and said Okay. "But ...