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|Introduction: Emma (17), a teenage gem, is tasked with babysitting cute, yet annoying Liam (14). Money makes the world go around.|
Emma checked her phone for the time. Shivering, she took a few long strides over the crisp, green lawn grass of the Linkson residence and finally made her way to ground which wasn't frosted over with ice: the stone porch. Her mother had warned the seventeen year old teenager that it would get incredibly chilly in the evening, even though winter was just about over. Wearing tight black leggings, a large gray hoodie which represented her high school, and her eye-glasses, the dark-blonde headed girl tried not to have her teeth chatter as she knocked on the condensed surface of the glass forward door to the Linkson’s household. Fucking open the door, it's freezing! Emma thought to herself, huddling together as she checked her phone again, this time for texts from her friends. The girl was startled when the door suddenly shot open, and a blast of heat enveloped her athletic body, years of cheerleading, gymnastics, a bit of swimming, some tennis, and track/cross-country shaped the girl to her attractive frame. Emma’s chest was decent, her bottom round and hips slightly wide, however her friends considered her as a cute trophy due to her size. Self-conscious about her short height, Emma became angry when someone mentioned it or pointed it out. The first thing Mrs. Linkson did when she beheld the blue-eyed teenager was tilt her head and cheekily comment,
“You’re short for your age. Oh, no offense intended sweetie. Come on in, it’s nippy out.”
“Thank you ma’am.” Emma graciously responded, however inside she was fuming. Mrs. Linkson was in her late thirties, sporting a sexy body In her crimson party dress, high heels, and make-up. Her dark-brown eyes had mascara and eyeliner on, and her long brunette hair was fashioned into a stylish bun, her full lips looking luscious with her bright red lipstick. Emma couldn't help but compliment the woman on her attractive appearance as she stepped inside and took off her shoes, sliding her sock-covered feet over the glossy and smooth hardwood floor as Mrs. Linkson went to fetch her husband.
Nice, humble house. Emma was tempted to jump down into the extremely inviting, black leather cushions of the living room sofa. She instead gently lowered herself down and crossed her slender her legs over the other, relaxing herself into the comfortable sofa. There was a flat screen television embedded into the wall, a ceiling fan with metal designs on it’s blades and custom-designed casings for the light bulbs. A quaint coffee-table was located in the center of the living room, and Emma looked around to see family pictures of the Linksons hung up on the walls in patterned frames. Anthony Linkson, the man of the house, was handsome, and Emma instantly recognized where Liam Linkson got his attractiveness. Emma was a junior in her high-school, and Liam was a soft-spoken yet rogue freshman. The two teenagers almost never met, however both had a vague understanding of each other through the high-school's peculiar vine work. Mr. Linkson came down the stairway, located next to the kitchen, with his wife behind him. He was dressed in a stylish dress suit and tie, a clip connected to it. He was fiddling with his collar and cuffs when he caught sight of Emma. The dark-haired man smiled and nodded to her, preferring his wife to handle the chatting.
“Okay, Emma, we’ll be leaving now. I wanted Liam to come down here, but he’s still mopey about having to have a babysitter at the age of 14. *sigh* Alright Anthony, let’s go. You’re free to anything in the house Emma, just be sure to check up on Liam from time to time. You have our numbers, take-out numbers, and such, right? Money for food is with Liam, order big, we like to have left-overs.” Mrs. Linkson sighed, picking up her cyan colored purse as Anthony headed out the door with the car keys. His audible, sarcastic appreciation of the temperature outside making Emma giggle.
“Liam is a good boy, odd at times. I’m sure he’ll appreciate a pretty woman like yourself as his sitter.” Mrs. Linkson chortled, spinning around and strutting her way out of the house as she pulled a fancy scarf onto her neck, obscuring her ample cleavage. Emma enjoyed how Mrs. Linkson used the word “woman” and not “girl” as her own mother did.
“Have a great night Mrs. Linkson.”
Emma shut both doors, the solid, wooden one and the thin, glass one. She was a bit unsure at what to do first, but then decided that television and texting could come after she checked up on Liam. From the family pictures, the teenager looked pretty handsome. He didn't have horrific acne, which hinted at a concern for face-care products, and looked slim, having an average build. Emma sometimes laughed at how out of proportion the underclassmen looked sometimes, the more bulky ones having small heads and short heights compared to their toned bodies, while some had massive heads, arms, and feet, while possessing feeble torsos. Emma had yet to have a boyfriend, however she did have her virginity taken by a loquacious soccer star at a party early on in her junior year of high school, something she could not regret or pride herself on for whatever reason. Liam needed a shape-up on his coarse, black-haired head, but he was still handsome with his masculine face and fit body.
“Yo! Liam! My maaaaan.” she joked with no enthusiasm in her voice. She climbed the staircase, the fuzzy gray carpet on each step comforting her small feet as she held onto the broad, dark-wood of the railing. A door seemed to open, and Emma awaited the sight of the boy.
“Uh, well, hi.” Liam responded, trying to deepen his voice. When he said the word “well”, his voice cracked a bit and he balled his fists in embarrassment, smiling and shutting his eyes.
When he opened them, Emma was at the top of the steps. He froze up, shocked to see such a beautiful girl near his age, in his own house. Of course there were other attractive females in the school, and in the house, but Liam wasn't an incestuous type of guy. Instead, he tried to go for the bigger fish, but was rejected so much that he eventually stopped trying, annoyed at how the charismatic gentlemen or the sweet athletes bagged the hottest babes.
Meanwhile, Emma waved to the younger boy and looked at the hallway, noticing how dark and bland it was compared to downstairs. Gray, fuzzy carpet was on the floor, while white walls and white doors were on either side of the short hall, a drawer-table with some fake plants and a picture of motivational words hanging above it at the back wall. Emma noticed how much taller Liam was to her, and how shocked he looked. He was wearing a pair of red manchester shorts with a thin, dark-blue v-neck tee. She shook her head and turned around, eager to end this engagement. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail, and it bounced around as she descended down the steps.
“Alright, see ya bro. I’ll be downstairs, I think you’ll appreciate having your own free time up there all night. If you’re feeling bored, we can order some take-out and watch tv.”
“Videogames are up here if you want to play anything.” Liam replied, coming to the steps and examine Emma’s sexy figure as she slid onto the living room floor and segued herself onto the couch. She quickly took out her phone and began to text and tap away.
Liam shrugged, gently nurtured his erect cock from behind his shorts, and went back to his room. He locked his door, got out some hand lotion and began to browse the web for erotic Japanese cartoon porn. Most of his search results were either shotacon or male domination. Half-way through finding a suitable masturbation video, he heard a knock on his door. Cursing under his breath, he slid his bottle of lotion and tissues underneath his bed while closing the internet tabs to his pornography. The smell of lotion was evident in his room, but he didn't care. Struggling to stuff his thick, large cock back under his boxers and shorts, Liam heard more knocking, this time Emma was speaking.
“Liam. Dude, open up. Orrr we can talk through the door, it’s easier this way.”
Just as her last statement ended, Liam winced as he tried to walk over to the door, opening it partway.
Damn kid, I don’t want to see that mug of yours. Emma thought to herself, trying to avert her eyes. In truth, she actually thought Liam looked cute. Her face turned into a look of disappointment when she smelled the lotion and observed Liam’s face. He looked shifty, panicking almost as something pained him.
Oh shit, better not be a stiffy! That’s disgusting. Ewewewew.
“What’s up Em?” Liam questioned, relaxing a bit as his cock throbbed on, it‘s wide girth and impressive length heating up the inside of his legs as his clothing constricted the free-spirited meat from it’s growth. The penis itself was of a darker color to the rest of Liam’s Caucasian body, and it had big veins running along it. Liam took care not to possess any horrific smegma by cleaning his cock’s head, he paid as much attention to it as he did his face and belly.
Emma was caught off guard as her suspicions were suddenly dashed by how calm and collected Liam had become, however he was still neglecting to show Emma the rest of his lean body. He noticed that Emma had taken off her hoodie, probably due to the intense heat inside of the house. She was wearing a black, sleeve-less top. This same heat was what was causing Liam’s testicles to hang so low. Unknown to the both of them, they each shaved their pubic hair. Although Liam was very firm in his belief for a smooth pelvis and balls, Emma was allowing her dark-blonde fuzz to grow out more before she cut it off. Liam noticed how Emma’s own pleasant smell somehow overpowered the lotion’s smell. Emma put her phone to her face and pretended like she got a message, turning to her right and walking away from the door. She allowed time for Liam to back away from his door, take a few deep breaths, and let the rushing blood of his cock to slow, the erect member soon shrunk down in time.
“Liam, how much money did your parents leave you. I’m not hungry, I just figured you were.”
Pleasantly surprised to see Emma show care for him, he walked over to his desk and picked up the fifty dollars his parents had left them.
“Uh, let’s see, there’s 50 bucks here.”
“What?! Wow, I’m only getting paid 25 to babysit you.”
“Really? Interesting. Well, I’m not hungry right now, so I’ll just hold onto the cash.”
“Kay. I’ll be downstairs again.” Emma responded. Her phone’s clock said 9:23 PM. A half-hour had already passed. Liam’s parents were going to be home at around midnight. She began to imagine what driving home would be like. Mr. and Mrs. Linkson hadn’t specified who would drive her, which began to worry Emma. If it was Mr. Linkson, as her gut was telling her, would he try to have his way with her in the car? A hand job or blowjob?
No. He’s too much of a nice guy. Then again nice guys are always serial killers or rapists, right? Fuck it, I can walk…and get raped in the snow. Shit, I’m going to take that ride home. Mr. or Mrs. Linkson, don’t rape me, please?
Her inner thoughts made her chuckle, and Liam gave her a curious look. Emma composed herself and began to head down the stairs.
“Alright dude, keep the cash.”
Instead of planting herself on the couch, Emma decided to explore the household. She walked through the kitchen, enjoying how crisp and clean it appeared, with the marble counters and neatly organized drawers, and bleached white sink. There was a bathroom on the first floor, it smelled lovely, like flowers, and had blue walls and a bathtub. Emma wondered at who took baths anymore, however she figured people must still in bathtubs are still being produced and marketed. The closet door was right next to the garage door, but each appeared too cold to open, lest Emma freeze herself in place. Busying herself in the dining room, Liam was busy on his bed, devising some sort of plan. A night without dinner was something he could manage, there always was cereal or leftovers. After some deep pondering, and his juvenile lust for Emma overpowering him, Liam rolled off of his single bed and began to scour his own room and his parent’s room for certain objects of value. After some time, he happily counted up his collection, and slid down the staircase railing. Emma was stretching out on the couch, about to turn the television on when she saw Liam pathetically slide down the staircase railing.
“Hey Liam. Enjoying me as a babysitter yet?” Emma joked. Liam chuckled and grinned back at her, approaching the couch opposite to her. The modern clock on the wall read 9:55 PM.
“So Emma…how’s school, I mean we rarely see each other, right?”
Taken aback at his question, Emma sat up and flexed her arms. She raised an eyebrow and took off her eyeglasses, setting them on the coffee table.
“Well, I’d think so. We aren’t really, like, ‘close’ y’know? I mean you‘re just a freshman.”
Liam slunk into the couch, however he nodded in agreement with Emma’s statement. He peeked looks at her sexy legs and feet, shooting his eyes from her chest to her face and then to the window behind her, the curtains pulled to a close to obscure the view of inside the house.
“Yeah well…d’you have any boyfriends?” Liam meekly asked. Emma scoffed, rolled her eyes, and put her hands to her hair.
“Yeah, I’ve had them. Why do you ask?” Liam hesitates to respond.
“Well I’ve tried to hit it off with other girls. Never really got that far.” he honestly admitted. Emma pouted and look genuinely empathetic to the teenager. Putting his arms up around the couch, Liam slid himself downwards, his open legs and pelvic region coming closer to the coffee table.
“Can you, like, please, not do that?” she asked, looking disgusted and confused.
“Oohps. Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.” Liam responded. His heart was beating like crazy, and his head was swimming in anxious energy.
“Let’s watch some tv?” he asked. Emma nodded and tossed him the remote. Liam missed the catch, and the two laughed off his failure.
Alright, this guy is getting creepy. Damn, he’s getting cute though, too.
Liam patted his thigh, feeling the size of the objects in his pocket. This encouraged him to become more bold.
“Let’s watch some BOH.” Liam remarked. Emma gave him a sideways glance as she turned around and laid on the sofa, using her arm to prop her up and she rested the other one across her chest. Liam flicked through the guide and eventually landed onto the Box Office at Home channels, choosing one with speed so Emma would not perceive what he picked. Emma’s eyes went wide when she saw what was on television. Liam made a cackling sort of laugh as he jumped upwards, pointing to the screen in bewilderment. On the screen was an attractive, naked actor with on a white bed, shadows behind him. On her knees was a naked woman, bobbing her head up and down near the man’s crotch, her face away from the audience. The man appeared to be intensely enjoying the oral treatment he was receiving, and was running his fingers through the actress’s long, blonde hair.
“What the fuck?! Liam, switch it!” Emma commanded. Engrossed with the television’s picture, Liam took a moment of hesitation to respond. He sucked in a breath and said,
“Hold on Em, this is hot.”
Aghast at his response, Emma shot over to him with superb speed and snatched the remote from his hands. She then shut the television off.
“The fuck’s the matter with you?!”
Liam stood up, trying to regain control of the situation by expelling Emma’s courage and replacing it with fear, seeing how he was dwarfing her.
“Me?! Chill out Emma, it was just a tv show!”
“Why didn’t you listen to me the first time, huh?!”
“That’s an actress, she gets paid to do that stuff. She wasn’t even doing it, it was just an illusion. Jeez!”
“You’re going on a tangent, you cheeky fucker.”
“My parent’s won’t appreciate that type of language being used with me.”
“Fuck you, I’m calling them right now.”
“Oh no you’re not.”
Liam was confident that he could overpower the little vixen and trap her in a cage of blackmail. However she used some martial arts moves to deflect his outstretched arms, and ran upstairs to his room. Shutting the door and locking it, Emma waited to see if she could scare the punk into submission.
“You call them and I’ll spread lies about you over the Internet and in school!” Liam threatened, his voice cracking as he ran up the stairs.
“Oh fuck you Liam, you’re just a shitty freshmen. My phone is right here with me, as well as your computer. I’ve got the power here, bitch. Want me to ruin your life? I can always just snapshot your internet history of homosexual bestiality porn. Or even kiddie sex, I’m sure a stupid shit like you gets off on that filth.”
Liam was frozen in fear, speechless at how the tables had turned. His phone was also in his room, which the bitch had just locked herself in. It was now time to act, balls to the wall, all in.
“What?!” she barked back.
“Listen to me.”
“Why?!” she growled, pacing his room back and forth as she tried to compose herself. That scene had gotten her tits hard. No doubt Liam was outside with his willy fighting against his fucking underwear.
“How much are you getting paid to babysit?”
“…25. That’s for three hours with your dumb ass.” she sighed, exasperated.
“…I’ll never speak of this to anyone, I trust you’d do the same. Okay?”
“The fuck are you going on about Liam?”
“Check this. That guy was getting his dick sucked.”
“Oh my fucking go-”
“Wait! Listen! That actress was getting paid hundreds of dollars a scene, maybe more, maybe less. That’s big money. Emma, let’s fucking do it together.”
“I’ll give you 120 dollars if you have sex with me. I’ll pay you 50 more when it’s done, and 50 just for shits and giggles, because I had my dick in you, period. That’s like, over 100 in profit, just by babysitting.”
“No way. No freakin’ way Liam, you, ugh, shit!”
“No condoms, no regrets, good pay. My parents come back in a few, make your choice now. 220 dollars to have sex with me. Hookers charge less than that!”
“Are you calling me a fucking hooker?” Emma seethed.
“I’m calling you fucking gorgeous. Your body is amazing. I’m god damn proud to have a senior like you, jesus, you’re fucking smoking hot.”
You’re not so bad yourself Liam. Emma secretly thought to herself. 220 dollars, plus 25 just for babysitting? Shit, that was tempting. Who knows though, what if Liam is setting a trap for her?
“This isn’t a trap Emma. If that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Let’s make it romantic. I’ll be in the shower, waiting. No traps, no tricks up my sleeve. Just cold, hard cash…and a hot, hard cock. To be honest, it’s not that shabby. I shave regularly, big, and my stamina is good.” Liam wasn’t sure on that last part himself. He didn’t have a pussy to test that out with.
“Emma, c’mon. Let’s go. You want more money?! I can try to arrange that, but everything else will happen, I swear.”
Walking away to the upstairs bathroom, Liam began to take off his shirt. He left the bathroom door open, turned on the hot water to the shower, and let the bathroom steam up. Removing all his clothing, Liam winced and groaned in ecstasy as his cock grew to it’s biggest yet. The sexual tension of the current situation was intense.
In Liam’s room, Emma was on Liam’s desk chair, one leg up to her chest as she cried into her arm. Her strong feelings of attraction towards Liam were overpowering her mental blocking she was so efficient at before. Thoughts of Liam’s naked body and dick floated in her mind. She could make a lot more money than an entire week at her job, by just having some cute guy fuck her. The fight in her mind was too much, and she began to bawl. Liam stood in the shower, drenching himself as he prayed for Emma to come. After some time, his eyes shot open as he heard his the faint sound of his bedroom’s door open in the pitter-patter of shower water against his body and the ground.
Wordlessly, Emma stripped with her back to Liam. She first took off her top, meekly letting it fall to the ground as her arms came to protect her breasts. The sight of Emma’s bare back was driving Liam crazy. His cock was surging with strength and lust, twitching as he began to gently touch it, one arm bracing himself on the wall. Emma took a moment to take off her shorts, but when she did, she kicked them away. They collided against the wall and slid to the white tiled floor, the floor mat taking it onto it‘s colorful, surface. Emma then began to lower her silky white panties. She had gotten wet earlier, and they were slightly damp with the musky scent of her cunt. Liam was tempted to rush over and force himself into Emma when she bent, exposing her bare ass to him. However he patiently waited for her to finish. Finally she turned around, wiping her eyes and tightening her lips.
Fuck, he’s hot. Emma thought to herself. Her hands were at her sides, and she looked away as Liam took in the image of her breasts and crotch. After a moment of erotic silence, Liam huskily growled,
“Fuck. On your knees, Em. Suck this dick.”
Emma glanced at his erection and put a hand to her mouth in shock. It was massive, enormous pubes of smooth and loose skin hanging down from quite possibly the largest cock to ever grace a young teenager. Liam went out the shower, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her inside with him. He then shut the glass sliding door and embraced Emma, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing up against Emma’s flat naval region. Emma was slow to respond to his command, so her took her by the top of her head and shoulders and forced her down top his cock. The wet member connected with the bottom of her face and slid it’s way up to her left cheek, where Liam then began to probe Emma’s lips and nose with his cock. Shutting her eyes, Emma waited for the right moment and then opened her mouth wide, sliding her soft lips against the cock as she forced it into her mouth, gagging slightly as it engulfed her hot mouth. Emma had sucked cock before, and knew some extremely erotic techniques, which began to make Liam shiver. Her tongue swirled itself around his exposed head, pushing up under the foreskin and she suckled on his meaty length. Her hair was drenched as Liam gently guided her along, and she held his large pubes with her fingers, the fingernails painted a deep purple color. Slurping at the warm, wet, thick cock, Emma really got into the blowjob and stimulated Liam’s nuts as she began to choke. She could only get 3/4th of his cock’s length into her stretched mouth, and was gargling out accumulated pre-cum,, hot water, and saliva as gobs which slid down her chin and the sides of her mouth. Now thrusting his cock back and forth, Liam moaned and groaned in pleasure, his voice cracking as it got higher and higher.
“I’m, urgh, about to, ahhhh, blow.” Liam warned. Emma suddenly used both hands to squeeze his member and pulled away from his mouth, gasping for air.
“Fuck no, this is going in me tonight.”
Liam, between watery eyes which were narrowed, seemed to smirk in appreciation. Emma stood up, her abs flexing and breasts swaying. Liam cupped the tender and fleshy mounds, coming down to suck at the hard nipples and slobber at her breasts.
“Ohh. Ohh, shit. Liam. Aaaah. Ohhh.” Emma erotically wailed, elongating her vowels as she writhed on him. Emma suddenly put a fot up to his hip, another onto the slippery wall, and hefted herself up. Liam quickly grabbed onto Emma’s slender body, her legs snaking around his thighs and wrapping themselves around his waist. He was heavily enjoying how she moaned out his name.
“Fuck me Liam. Make me cum, baby.”
Liam gladly obliged, pushing Emma against the shower wall and trying to find an entrance to her hot slit. He was spreading her mound’s lips, trying to search for the entrance, and Emma was moaning as he stimulated her cunt. Pushing herself onto one of his shoulders, she traced her hand down to their connecting sexes, and led him in. Liam’s eyes shut tightly as he groaned loudly in pleasure. He jolted himself upwards and stuffed more of his cock into Emma, stretching her tight insides apart as she sighed and moaned in joy.
“Oh shit!” Liam shouted, wildly bucking into Emma’s thrashing hips. His balls tightened up and his cock engorged for a split second as cum jetted through his penis head’s slit and up into Emma’s womb.
“Make me cum, baby! Make me cum!” she ordered. She looked down and saw Liam wasn’t thrusting as hard as he used to.
“Did you just-!?”
“Fuck yeah I did. Arrgh.”
Liam hefted Emma onto his shoulders and struggled to open the shower door. She fought against him, cum was dribbling down from her cunt and onto the floor as Liam brought her to his room. Water was being tracked against the floor, and the shower was till on.
“Lemme go you psycho!” she wailed, still excited. Liam flung her onto his bed, where Emma landed on her breasts and face. She tried to scramble upwards, but Liam jumped on top of her and mounted her with another rock-solid erection.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with spunk, Emma.” he huskily explained. Emma wailed as he pushed past her mound and entered her. One hand went to her clit, where she stimulated the small bean like a madwoman, bucking herself against Liam’s pelvis and he thrusted back and forth, again and again. Emma’s legs were spread apart, an she was kneading her breasts onto the bed sheets while Liam drove himself into her and pulled back, only to slide his thick meat back in.
“Fuck me harder!” Emma commanded. Her small demeanor made her an easy plaything for Liam. He picked Emma up be her legs and began to fuck her side-ways, resting one of her petite feet on his shoulder as he fingered her clit.
“Aaargh! Aaahhh!” Emma whined, lost in ecstasy. She orgasmed, droning on and on as semen spurted out of her insides and onto Liam’s cock. The boy pushed her down, spread her legs, and moved his chest up to her fest. He began to buck into her with erotic force, shaking the bed while Emma squealed as another orgasm rocked her. The contact of her fuzzy pussy against his smooth pelvis felt so pleasurable and erotic, and the water served a lubricant which made the sex slick and quick. Burying his face into her breasts, Liam relaxed and ejaculated another three long loads of stringy cum into Emma. The two panted as they laid on each other, Emma hugging Liam as he let his erection shrink down.
“*pant* *pant* Better shut that shower off.” Emma commented. Liam nodded, and rolled off of her. He took the 120 dollars he had on hand and slid them to Emma. She caught a look at Liam’s ass he walked out of the room, his large cock swaying in the air as he fought to catch his breath.
If baby-sitting for Liam was going to be this profitable, Emma couldn't wait to do it again. Then again, he did just get her pregnant. As if on cue, Liam popped his frightened face back into the room.
"Shit, Emma I'm so sorry-"
"Liam, I've been on the pill for a while. Come back here, it's bedtime."
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