Message-ID: <12696eli$9807051828@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: steve1044@aol.com (Steve1044) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: "The Housesitter" by Steve - Part 1 (MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070303344700.XAA24674@ladder01.news.aol.com> The Housesitter by Steve Part 1 It had been just three short weeks since Brian’s parents had divorced, and his mom had already decided that she wasn’t going to be able to handle him all by herself. Brian’s mother had gained custody of him, because that’s the way he wanted it. He was 17 and by law, he had the right to decide for himself which parent he wanted to live with. He liked his dad well enough, but he knew that his dad hated where they lived, and wanted to move to California. Brian was already depressed about his parents divorce, the last thing he needed was to have to go to a new place and make new friends. So the decision went to his mother. This came as a surprise to everyone, because everyone knew that Brian was closer to his father, and that his mother was about two steps away from being a completely unfit parent. She had a full time job as an executive for a very prestigious world-wide clothing company. She spent most of her time at any one of the many branches of the company around the world. So pretty much, Brian’s father raised him. When Brian’s mom said that she couldn’t keep spending this much time at home with and that she was going to have to do something, he started to worry. Did she expect him to go live with his dad? That was out of the question, but if she refused custody of him, that is what would happen. The only other alternative that seemed to exist was her quitting her job, but she would never do that. She had fifteen years at the company, and was the third highest paid person on their payroll. She wouldn’t give all that up, or would she. Brian hoped their was another way around it, because he didn’t want to be the reason that his mom didn’t have her fabulous job anymore, and besides, he loved being rich. "Brian, we need to talk," his mother said as Brian walked in the door after school. Conversations that started like that are never good. "Yeah, what is it mom," he said, trying to sound like he didn’t know what the talk would be about. This where he found out he was moving to California with his dad and his new girlfriend. "As you know, there is no way I can keep an eye on you and do my job. These last three weeks I’ve used up almost all of my vacation time, and when I go back, they’re not gonna let me stay home with you. My job description says that I am to oversee the functions of all of our world branches, and I can’t do that from home. I’ve thought about this for a few days and I think I’ve found the solution," she said. She had that look in her eye like he wasn’t going to enjoy what she about to say. Brian assumed the words dad and California where about to pop up. "I’ve decided to hire a live-in care giver." His ears were stunned. No California, but could this be worse? Brian immediately thought of a 90 year old woman living with them, hovering over every thing he did, telling him what he could and couldn’t do. Oh yes, this was bad. "You mean like a babysitter?" Brian asked, dumbfounded. "No, not like a babysitter. She would be here just to watch after you, to make sure you don’t get into any trouble, and someone to keep you company while I’m gone," she smiled. Like a 90 year old woman is any kind of company. "She? You sound like you’ve already got her picked out," Brian said, raising his voice in anger. "Actually I have. When I got the idea, I started calling the people from work, asking if they knew of anyone that would do it, and it just so happened that one of the women said that she had a friend that was looking for a place to stay and that she would be perfect," she said. "Well, isn’t that just great," Brian said sarcastically. All of the women his mom worked with her old hags. Their friends couldn’t be much better. "So, how does that sound? She is ready to move in whenever you give me the green light honey," she said, smiling and placing her hand on top of Brian’s. Brian began to weigh the pros and cons of this deal. If he didn’t accept, he would have to move to California with his dad, and that was out of the question. But if he agreed to this, then he would have a 24 hour a day babysitter. He decided he’d just have to start doing a lot more dating and socializing to keep him out of the house. "OK," Brian said half-heartedly. "Great!" his mom said, "I’ll call her and tell her." It was Friday night. Brian was lying awake in bed. He couldn’t sleep. His "babysitter" moved in tomorrow and he was nervous. He couldn’t really explain why he was nervous, but he was. At first he just thought it was anticipation, but he quickly ruled that out because he knew that he wasn’t looking forward to any senior citizens moving in. He eventually fell asleep though, his exhaustion defeating his worries. That night he had several odd dreams of the forthcoming day. All of them involved a scary old woman pissing him off, and in a few scenarios, killing him. He woke up early that morning, hoping that his dreams weren’t in any way a reflection of reality. Brian watched TV all morning, but he didn’t actually see anything. His mind was focused on one thing: the woman who was soon to walk through that front door and forever change his teenage years. It was about noon when Brian heard a car pull in the driveway, soon followed by a knocking at the door. he nearly jumped out of seat and ran for the door. Brian was extremely anxious to see the face of the woman who would ruin his teenage years. He got to the door in a hurry, but opened the door slowly and politely. He figured the nicer he was the nicer she’d be. As the door swung out of the way, his eyes focused on a short white haired old woman. His suspicions were correct. "You must be Renee," Brian said, barely recalling the name his mother had given him. "Oh sweety, I’m Renee’s grandmother, I’m just here to help her move in," the old woman stated. Brian’s heart nearly stopped. Grandmother? Then Renee, should be just about… That instant Brian saw a tall blonde haired girl walk around the corner from the driveway and step up next to the old woman. Yep Brian was right. She was about twenty, twenty-five at the oldest. Suddenly, things were looking up. "Hi, I’m Renee, you must be Brian," she said, extending her hand. Brian shakily raised his hand towards her. Brian felt her soft skin envelop his and give it a soft, feminine hand shake. His moment was ruined when his mom burst by him, breaking his contact with Renee. "Hi, you must be Renee. I’m Mary. I see you’ve met Brian," she said. Brian sat and stared as Renee and his mom spoke for a few minutes. Then his mom told him to go help Renee get her things inside. It only took the four them maybe fifteen minutes to get all of Renee’s stuff up to her room. She didn’t have that much stuff, so the room looked very empty. That would change with time though. Brian’s mom went back to work that following Monday, and that was the moment of truth. Brian spent the whole car ride home from school wondering how things would transpire. Would Renee turn out to be a bitch, or was she gonna be the same as she had been the past few days while Brian’s mom was still home? It wasn’t long before he found out. "Renee?" Brian called as he walked through the door and tossed his book bag on the couch. "In here," Renee called from the kitchen. Brian made his way to the kitchen, smelling something wonderful in the air. "What are you cooking?" Brian asked as he peeked his head into the kitchen. "Lasagna. I hope you like it," she said, leafing through a magazine at the kitchen table. "I love lasagna," Brian said, sitting down next to Renee at the table. "Good. I figured I’d make it for you before I left," she said. "Where are you going?" Brian asked. "I’m going out with a few of my friends. I shouldn’t be real late," she smiled, "Why don’t you have some friends over?" "Uh, OK. What if I wanted to have my girlfriend over?" Brian asked, testing her. "You have a girlfriend? What’s her name?" Renee asked, oddly curious. "No, actually I don’t have a girlfriend. That was a test. I was just going to use that for future reference," Brian said honestly. "Oh, I don’t care if you have a girl over," she said. "Really? Kick ass. You know, you’re best damn authority figure that I have ever been blessed with," Brian said. "Well, thanks. I know what it’s like to be a teenager with strict parents. It’s only been two years since I was in your position," Renee smiled. "Two years?" Brian said," You mean you’re only 19?" "Yeah, did you think I was thirty five?" Renee joked. "No, but I didn’t think you were only two years older than me. Damn, that’s weird," Brian said, letting the information sink in. "Do you have any friends that are interested in younger guys do you?" "Sorry," Renee said, standing from the table, "I’m going to get ready." Brian was speechless, to say the least. Two years. That’s all. Just two tiny years that stood between them. Oh he would like this babysitter thing, a lot. The next few weeks seemed to fly by. Brian’s mom came for a day here and there, but he never really noticed. She would get home late at night, after Brian was asleep, and then leave the next day within hours after he got home from school. He didn’t mind though. In his mind, Renee was his mom. She did all of the things for him that he would expect from a mom, but she just wasn’t a mom. She let him do whatever he pleased, to a certain limit. But of course that limit laid far away from Brian ever went, so he was happy. Pretty much Renee said no drinking and drug use and be home before she went to bed, and she usually was up until about one in the morning. Things were good. And best of all, Renee was no strain on Brian’s eyes. In fact, she was gorgeous. She had long, curly blond hair that ended just below her shoulder blades. She had a great figure, topped off with a tight little ass and a pair of little breasts that seemed to be perfect for Brian. He never like women with such big breasts that it looked unnatural. As matter of fact, Brian knew that she was a 34B. (He did the laundry sometimes.) Spring came and went and soon summer was upon Brian. School had ended that week and Brian was happy. He had a steady girlfriend of two weeks named Elizabeth, Renee was letting him have a party to kick off summer, and best of all, he had just put in a phone call to the pool cleaning service. They would be out the following day to clean out the pool and fill it for the summer. Oh yes, things were looking up. "Did you call the pool cleaners?" Renee asked, walking into the kitchen, where Brian was sitting, reading a magazine. "Just hung up with em. They’ll be here tomorrow around noon," Brian said. "Good, now get out of here. It’s summer, you should be out having fun with your friends," Renee said. "Well, I really felt like just lying around the house today," Brian confessed. "Too damn bad. This is your last summer before you hit the real world. Go out, party, have lots of sex, just use a condom," Renee said, nudging Brian, trying to coax him up. "You’re encouraging me to have sex?" Brian asked, kind of blushing. He found it hard to talk about sex with a woman he had fantasized having sex with. "Yes, as long as it is safe, consensual sex…with Elizabeth. Don’t cheat on her, I like her," Renee smiled. "Why do you want me out of the house so bad?" Brian asked as Renee pushed at him harder to get him out of the chair. "Truthfully?" Renee asked. "Truthfully," Brian said. "Ron is coming over," she said. Ron was her boyfriend. "Then I’m leaving," Brian said, standing just as Renee went to go nudge him again. She didn’t realize that he was getting up and she rammed her hip right into his chest as he went to go stand. Looking for something to grab to get his balance, Brian grabbed Renee’s hand. She wasn’t ready to hold him up, and they both fell to the floor, Renee landing on top of Brian, their faces just inches from one another. "I’m so sorry," Renee said, laughing hysterically. "It’s OK," Brian said, laughing as well. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second and then the moment struck them both. It was the sudden realization one gets when something has happened too fast for them to keep track of everything. At that same second, both Renee and Brian realized how they were lying on the ground, arms clutched around one another. Instinct told both of them to reach their lips out and kiss the other, but something held both back. "Uh, I’ve got to go get dressed," Renee said, standing, "Ron should be here soon." "Yeah, me too. I’ll let you guys have the house to yourselves," Brian said awkwardly. They both parted to their rooms, Brian taking the back staircase, and Renee going up the main one. They met again at the top, as their rooms were right across the hall from one another. They both just smiled at each other and entered their respective rooms. Both felt the guilt weighing heavily in their stomachs, but both still couldn’t help how exited they were. "When did you say your parents would be home?" Brian asked as he and Elizabeth slowly groped each other on her bed. "Ten thirty," she said, returning her lips to Brian’s. "Good," Brian said, lifting his hand under her breast, cupping and squeezing it gently. "Maybe you’ll like this a little better," Elizabeth said, pulling back a little from Brian and lifting her shirt over her head. Brian stared in amazement at her beautiful breasts. They weren’t large, but still amazing to Brian, as they were the first live pair of breasts he had to ever laid eyes on. Brian’s pants instantly rose, and Elizabeth noticed, as she felt it press against her leg. "What’s this?" she asked, pretending like she didn’t know. Brian couldn’t speak. He was feeling much too elated. With the apprehension of an amateur, but also the eagerness of a pro, Elizabeth kneeled down between Brian’s legs and placed her hand on the bulge tenting from his pants. Brian nearly jumped through the roof. As much as he had dreamed about this moment, or at least something similar, he was no prepared for he would react when it finally happened. Elizabeth saw the anticipation in his eyes, and didn’t want to let him hang for any longer than he had to, so she reached up and unzipped his pants. This wasn’t easy for Elizabeth. She had contemplated this action for several days before deciding to through with it. When she started dating Brian, she had no idea she would be sleeping with him this soon. This was to be her first time, and she was still a little unsure, but a lot more sure than she had been just days before. Elizabeth grew up thinking that she would wait until she was married to have sex, but as she hit her later teenage years, she started to realize that that would be hard in this day and age, especially with the feeling she had been having for Brian. In a matter of three days, Elizabeth decided to give herself to Brian. Of course he didn’t know until it took place. "That feels great," Brian said, as Elizabeth’s hand flowed gently up and down his cock, jerking him closer and closer to his climax. "I’m glad you’re enjoying this. You’ll just love what I’ve got for you next," Elizabeth mouthed sexily. Once again, Brian was speechless, so he just sat back and enjoyed the attention. "Honey, we’re home!" a voice called from downstairs. "Oh shit," Elizabeth said, "my parents are home!" "Fuck!" Brian said, jumping to his feet and pulling his pants up quickly. "Elizabeth? Who’s car is that in the driveway?" the voice called again. "It’s Brian’s," Elizabeth called back. "Isn’t it a little late to have boys over?" the voice called back. "He was just leaving," Elizabeth responded. "I guess that’s that then," Brian said. "I’m sorry," Elizabeth said, stroking Brian’s face. "I’ll see you tomorrow," Brian said, giving her a lingering kiss on the lips then heading for his car. Elizabeth’s parents gave Brian one of those parental looks as he walked out the door. That was something he hadn’t seen in awhile, and he didn’t miss it. Renee sat in the living room, reading a book. One of those trashy romance novels. She loved them. She was just a sucker for men who would do anything for the woman they loved. She wished some guy would come and sweep her off her feet, literally. No guy had ever swept her off her feet. She often dreamed about a guy coming along and kissing her, then grabbing her up in his arms and carrying her off to the bedroom where he made love to her. Of course they were only dreams. The only men she ever got, no matter how handsome, turned out to be losers. Five minutes of unpleasurable sex and then to bed. How romantic. Renee heard the car door slam, and the sound of feet across the porch. Brian walked quickly in the door and almost immediately headed for the stairs. He had to get to his room and jerk off before he exploded. Elizabeth had just kind of left him hanging. It wasn’t really her fault, but she could have thought a little more and started something so close to a time when she knew her parents would be home. Damn her. "Hi Brian," Renee said as she saw Brian nearly fly by her. "Hello," Brian said in a short, frustrated tone. "How was your date?" Renee asked. She saw that something was bothering and she wanted to keep him downstairs so she could try to talk to him. "Fine," he said, flatly again. "If were fine, you wouldn’t be almost running up the stairs. Now get over here and tell me what’s bothering you," Renee said in a calm and soothing voice. Brian just couldn’t resist. He walked over and sat next to Renee on the couch. "OK, here I am," Brian said. "What happened tonight. Did you and Elizabeth break up?" Renee speculated. "No, it’s not that," Brian said, squirming in his seat. He really needed to get away from Renee and jerk off soon. "Then what?" "Do you want the truth? I mean the dirty truth, even though you probably don’t want to hear it?" "Yes, I want the truth," Renee confirmed, turning to face Brian on the couch and setting her book down. "Well, after the movie, me and Elizabeth went back to her house, where we started kissing and groping, you know, the normal teenage date. Then she takes off her shirt and unzips my pants. Next thing I know, her hand’s on my crotch, jerking me off. Then her parents came home," Brian said, blushing a little. "Ouch. That isn’t good," Renee said, her voice laden with experience. "And it had such potential to be the best night of my teenage years," Brian said, slumping back in his seat. "So you were probably running upstairs to go, you know, ‘finish the job’" Renee smiled. "Sadly enough, that is what I have to resort to," Brian frowned. "No you don’t," Renee said, acting on her words. Her hands were on Brian’s crotch before he knew what was going on. He felt his eyes were deceiving him. Was this Renee fondling him? "What are you doing?" Brian asked out of shock, not opposition. "I’m finishing up where Elizabeth left off," she said, sliding the zipper down on Brian’s jeans. She slipped off the couch and onto the floor, where she snuggled herself in between Brian’s legs. She skillfully removed Brian’s penis from inside his boxers, sliding both them and his jeans off of him and throwing them on the floor next to her. Brian was speechless once again that night. "Does that feel good?" Renee asked as she pumped her hand up and down Brian’s swollen cock. "Oh no, not at all," Brian sighed sarcastically. "Then maybe this will," Renee said, fitting her tight little lips down around the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked the underside of the head and Brian nearly came right there. "Holy shit!" moaned Brian. Once again, after all of the thoughts he had had of how this would be, it was just so much better. And now Renee was bobbing her head up and down his shaft slowly, which added to his arousal so much more than Brian could have ever contemplated. Then his thoughts got clouded by something a little more powerful. "Oh god, Renee. I’m gonna cum," he said, short of breath. He was kind of embarrassed at his lack of stamina in the event, but it still felt great. Much to Brian’s surprise, Renee’s mouth stayed firmly attached to his dick as he began to pump squirt after squirt of his semen into her mouth. He didn’t expect her to do that. Renee didn’t look like the type of woman who would swallow. But she did. "Holy shit," Brian sighed as his orgasm subsided and his body returned to its normal breathing. Renee cleaned off his cock and slid it out of her mouth, her smile lighting the room. "So how’d you like that?" she asked sexily, running her hand up and down his thigh. "That was utterly wonderful. Words can’t describe how great that felt," Brian rambled. "I’m glad you enjoyed it," Renee said. Just then the phone rang. Renee stood up and picked up the phone that sat next to the couch. "Hello?… Oh hi Sally!" Renee cooed. Sally was her best friend. They hadn’t talked in a few days. This would be a long phone call. Brian tossed aside his feelings and thoughts and grabbed his clothes and headed for his room. He was tired. He needed to get to sleep. What had just happened seemed a blur in his mind. Did it really happen? Or did he just dream it? His mind was toying with him. He was way too tired to think anymore, so he stripped off the remainder of his clothes and slid into bed. He was asleep almost instantly. To be continued... Please send all questions, comments, and death threats to Steve1044@aol.com Visit my website at http://members.aol.com/steve1044/index.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----