The Babysitter's Secret
Keywords: The, Secret, Babysitter's,
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"Note: I just want to thank everyone for the kind responses I've received for my most recent story, "The Sisters' Secret". I was truly touched by how much I've been missed. Don't worry, I will continue that series and the Tina series and, yes, Mom's series as well. Thanks for your patience and support.
Synopsis: Peter is a loving husband and father and a pillar of the local community. Jenny is the girl next door - his best friend's daughter and the girl who babysits his children. He's always known she had a crush on him but there's a lot more about this teenager he doesn't know . . ."
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The story that I am about to tell you took place on a day that started out very ordinary, but would end up as the least ordinary day of my life. Until that particular Winter day, I thought I knew who I was. I was Peter Fuller -- respected educator, devoted husband, loving father. I had never cheated on my wife, I had never lied to a friend, and I had certainly never slept with a girl that young before. All of that changed within a matter of hours. But you know what? I wouldn't change what happened for the world.
Years ago, I moved to the small town of Emberton, Rhode Island to take a job teaching biology and psychology at Emberton High School. I was twenty-seven years old at the time. My wife Shawna had recently given birth to our twin children, Nathan and Johanna, and I thought the job would at least provide a stable source of income. Little did I realize how much I would enjoy teaching. It really became my calling and, for the last eight years, it had been the single greatest joy in my life besides my family.
We had been in Emberton for some years when I first met Jenny Rove. She was the daughter of an old friend of mine from high school named Mike Rove with whom I'd lost touch over the years. Mike and his family had moved to South Haven, the town that bordered Emberton. He had seen my name in the paper and gotten in touch. Our old friendship had been rekindled and now we were closer than we'd ever been. Mike and his wife, Cassandra, had three children. Jenny was the eldest. She was a shy, boyish-looking kid who I always suspected of having a little crush on me.
It wasn't until later that she first babysat the twins. Shawna and I had been wanting a night out alone but we needed someone to watch the children while we were gone. None of our regular babysitters were available so Shawna suggested we call Mike and Cassandra to see if Jenny would be available to sit for us. As it turned out, Jenny had so much experience watching her own siblings that she was a natural for the job. My kids loved her and she loved them. Everything worked out so well that Jenny became our first choice every time we needed a babysitter.
I never suspected where it would one day lead.
It was a particularly threatening Thursday night in early December when I called on Jenny for the visit that would change my life forever. Shawna's mother was performing in a musical put on by a local theater group and my wife had decided to drive the two hours to watch and support her mother. The kids and I would have gone under normal circumstances but the performance was being given two hours away and the next day was a school day. I would have to be at work in the morning and the kids would have to be at school. There simply wouldn't be enough time. Shawna decided to stay overnight to avoid a late-night drive home so it would be just me and the kids.
Then I received a last-minute call inviting me to an emergency meeting of the Teachers' Union to discuss a possible strike. Despite the forbidding skies, I couldn't just refuse such an important meeting. I couldn't leave the kids alone, either. I called Mike and told him the situation.
"Do you think Jenny could come and watch the kids for a few hours?" I asked. "I know it's a school night but I'm really in a bind."
"I'm not sure . . ." he said hesitantly.
"Please, Mike," I pleaded. "I don't have any other option."
"Alright," he said after another moment. "Let me go ask her."
I waited nervously. A minute or two later, someone returned to the phone. It wasn't Mike, though. It was my favorite babysitter. "Hey, Mr. Fuller!" Jenny said in her bubbly voice.
"Hey kiddo," I replied. "So what's the final report?"
"My dad is just getting his boots on and then he's gonna bring me over," she explained.
"That's great, Jenny," I said. "Thanks so much. You're really helping me out."
"No problem! Oh wait, here he comes. See you in a few!"
"OK! Bye!"
I hung up the phone, then told the kids what was happening tonight. They were both thrilled that Jenny was coming over and could barely contain their excitement. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Jenny on the steps outside my house. Her adorable, cherubic face was haloed by copper red hair and freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. Her green eyes seemed to dance.
I invited her inside and took her coat. Jenny was wearing a sky blue angora sweater and a tight pair of blue jeans, both of which seemed form-fitting to her lithe body. Although Jenny had been boyish when she was younger, she was downright sexy now. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help but notice how her breasts had grown from non-existent to a medium C cup in just a few short years. Her face had become more pretty and feminine. Her hips now had a lady-like curve. Her butt had formed into a round, heart shape that I couldn't help but stare at as she walked into the living room to greet the kids.
"Hey there, you little munchkins!" she cried. The twins threw their arms around her and Jenny hugged them tightly. She then launched into an immediate tickle attack that saw Nathan and Johanna rolling on their backs, laughing madly. I had to smile.
"I'm going now, Jenny," I told her.
"OK, Mr. Fuller!" she called. "Drive safe!"
"Thanks, Jenny," I replied. "Remember, if anything happens, call 9-1-1. Or if it's not an emergency, just call me or your dad."
"I will. Bye bye!"
"Bye, Jenny. Bye guys."
"Bye, Daddy!" the twins called back in unison.
I cast one last, lingering gaze at Jenny. I was amazed at how she had transformed from an awkward tomboy into a sexy nymphet who seemed to virtually ooze hormones. She was on her hands and knees, tickling the kids again, and my eyes fixated at her bubble butt. My cock immediately grew hard in my pants and, for a brief moment, I felt a kind of animal lust rip through my body. I suddenly wanted this eighteen year old girl more than I'd wanted any woman in my life. But the moment passed. I walked out the door, thankful for the cold, and climbed into my car to begin the drive to the meeting.
It was already snowing when I arrived at the appointed location for the meeting. By the time I left, about two hours later (we decided not to strike, if you really want to know), it was coming down pretty heavily. The roads were treacherous as I drove home. In fact, by the time I reached my street, I was slipping and sliding so badly that I decided not to risk going down the driveway because of its steep incline. Instead, I parked on the street, and gingerly walked down the front lawn to the door.
I opened the door quietly because I knew the kids were probably asleep by now and didn't want to disturb them since their room was right above the front door. I stepped inside and immediately heard strange noises coming from the living room. Curious, I walked into the hall and towards the living room door. When I peeked inside, I got the shock of a lifetime.
On the big screen television was one of the adult DVD's I kept hidden in my study/office. It was pretty standard fare -- a buff man nailing a woman with fake breasts -- and I rarely ever watched it. On the couch on the opposite side of the room, I caught Jenny with her eyes glued to the screen. With her left hand, she was fondling her breasts, which were clearly visible since she had pushed up her sweater and bra. With her right hand, she was masturbating furiously to the action on screen. That wasn't the big shock, though.
Instead of her fingers digging eagerly into her pussy, they were wrapped around a hard, pink cock that was sticking out of her panties.
Suddenly, things seemed to fit into place. I now knew why Jenny had been such a tomboy when she was younger. I now knew why the Rove family had made such an unexplained move from the other side of the country when Jenny was 12. The only thing I didn't know was what to do next. In a split second, I decided to sneak back out of the house without Jenny noticing me, and then come back inside. This time, I would make a lot of noise and take my time so that Jenny would know I was back and could cover herself up. I didn't want to humiliate her if I could avoid it. But it was already too late.
"Mr. Fuller!" Jenny shrieked. "Jenny, I'm so sorry!" I cried. "I just walked in a split second ago! I had no idea what you were doing!"
"Please don't be mad!" she replied, now sobbing. She was desperately trying to stuff her erect penis back into her jeans. Meanwhile, she was apologizing for what she was doing and pleading with me not to tell her parents. "I just found it and I didn't think you'd be home so early and . . . and . . ."
"It's OK," I told her. "I'm not mad at you."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fuller . . ."
"It's alright, kiddo," I said, trying to calm her. "Just relax. I won't tell your parents anything, I promise."
At last, Jenny got her dick back into her pants and pulled her sweater back down to cover her chest. Hesitantly, I walked across the room and sat down on the couch beside her. I picked up the remote and turned off the porno movie. Jenny was no longer sobbing, but tears were still running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy. She wiped at her nose constantly.
"I'm not mad at you, Jenny," I told her. "There's nothing wrong with what you did."
"Did you . . ." she began. "Did you see . . . that I have . . . that I'm .
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