For the Love of Babysitting

Amy took another sip of the amber liquid. This time she didn't cough. She turned towards her aunt and smiled.

"Thank you, Suzy," Amy said.

"That's okay, Amy," Suzanne responded. "Every journey starts with a single step, even the most exciting ones. Now, how about us girls have a little chat whilst your uncle's out the way?"

Amy gulped. She had been right. Now was the time that she got that ticking off. She took another sip of her malt, then slowly turned to face her aunt. Amy's heart was pounding. She knew exactly what was coming. A look of dread filled Amy's eyes as she finally stared at her aunt. It must have been obvious, as the next thing Amy felt was a hand on her knee.

"It's okay," Suzanne addressed Amy, keeping her voice low enough not to be heard from the kitchen. "I'm the one who should be sorry, not you."

"But... but... I was the one watching your DVD," Amy proclaimed.

"And I was the one asking Jack to leave it out by the television... and I was the one making sure to mention it before we went out for the night... and I was the one encouraging your uncle to come back early, to see if we would take you by surprise... and I was the one immediately looking, the minute we came back in, to see if that DVD had moved," Suzanne started to explain.

Amy just stared at her aunt, not sure what to say in response.

"You see, my dear Amy," Suzanne continued, giving a gentle squeeze on Amy's knee. "We needed to know."

"Know what?" Amy asked. "You could have asked me."

"And would you have answered? Answered... honestly? You're nineteen my dear, and a very beautiful young woman to boot. So, shouldn't you be having fun with boyfriends... or girlfriends if that takes your fancy... not spending time babysitting for us?" Suzanne asked.

"But... I like it, Suzy... I like babysitting for you and Jack," Amy explained.

"I know," Suzanne replied. "I've seen how eager you are to be here. I've seen the way you look at Jack. Did you think it wasn't obvious?"

"I'm sorry," Amy responded. "I'm so very--"

"Please don't keep saying sorry, Amy," her aunt interrupted. "I'm not upset with you, far from it, and I know Jack isn't either. I was the same at your age, had eyes for an older man, but I did nothing about it. So, I guess the question is what do you want, Amy? Are you happy just watching, or..."

Suzanne paused for a moment, looking for a reaction from the young woman, but when nothing came, she asked the rest of her question.

"Or... are you looking for something more?" Suzanne asked.

"Something more?" Amy responded, the inflexion at the end of her reply suggesting a question rather than a conformation.

"I mean... did you like watching, Amy? Did you like our home movies?" Suzanne asked.

For a moment Amy just stared back. She was scared to admit it, but the feelings building inside had been obvious.

"You can tell me, Amy," her aunt continued, this time taking Amy's hands in hers as she looked lovingly deep into her niece's eyes. "It'll just be between you and me, if that's what you want."

In the end it was a sheepish nod of the head which came from Amy.

There, it was done. She had admitted to enjoying watching her aunt and uncle. It seemed like a weight off her shoulders, and suddenly Amy felt like she wanted to open up and tell Suzanne everything. What followed was like a tidal wave of spoken emotion, as Amy reeled it all off to her aunt.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I've never looked for a boyfriend. God, there's lots of boys I'm friends with, but..." Amy started to explain. "But... they're just that... friends. They're not... how can I say it... they're not Jack. I shouldn't say this, but your husband is beautiful... just like you, Suzy. I dream of finding a boyfriend just like Jack, and every time I dream, I see him. I'm not sure you understand."

"Oh, I do, my dear Amy," Suzanne whispered.

"So, babysitting gives me a chance to see him, and you, and Ollie. You're so different to what I have at home. You're so outgoing. You're so happy. You're so content with each other. It's just... nice to be part of. I'd never do anything to hurt you... please believe me," Amy continued to explain, a squeeze of the hand and a smile coming back from her aunt.

"So, when you mentioned the home movies, I couldn't resist but have a look. I just wanted to see you, as a family, enjoying life. That's what I expected... insights into what makes you happy... and what I got was..."

As Amy paused for thought, Suzanne added a few words of her own.

"What you got Amy, were insights into what makes us happy. What you saw was your real aunt and uncle. I hope it didn't shock you, Amy."

"Shock? No... well... maybe... at first... yes. I just wasn't expecting to see the two of you like that, but you seemed so comfortable... so... what's the word... satisfied... and the more I saw, the more I wanted to see... and then it happened... you know... down below... I felt it myself," Amy admitted.

"It was a tingle... no... an itch... no... an ache... which just needed to be rubbed... and as I rubbed, I felt excited... and as I became excited, I felt hot... and rubbed more... and... and..." Amy continued.

"And that's when we walked into the door, isn't it?" Suzanne asked.

This time Amy went all sheepish again. She nodded her head, embarrassed now that her little white lie about working out had been uncovered as something much more personal.

"So, back to my question," Suzanne continued. "What are you looking for, Amy? Are you happy just watching, or do you want something more?"

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Six

Something more? What more could there be?

It was on the announcement of 'something more' that Jack came back into the lounge, carrying the promised bowl of fully loaded nachos.

"What do you mean, something more? I brought you malt. I brought you nachos. What more could you want?" Jack asked, picking up on the final words of the previous conversation.

Amy just stared at her uncle, a cheeky half-smile on her face. She wanted to say it, but still she was scared to do so. Talking to her aunt, eventually, had come naturally, but it wasn't her aunt who she desired... it was her uncle, and now he was standing there asking the very question she so wanted to answer. Over and over, she heard the words of her uncle churning in her sub-conscious.

'If there's anything else you want, you only need to say,' he had said earlier that evening, and now that the chance had arrived, Amy found herself unable to utter a word. Luckily for Amy, Suzanne wasn't so shy in coming forward.

"Something more... well, to start with, I think Amy wants you to come and sit on the sofa, Jack," Suzanne responded, giving her husband a knowing wink. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Amy?"

Amy smiled. Under any other circumstances she would have loved her uncle to sit at the side of her, and with three of them on the sofa, they were going to be sitting closer together than she would ever have hoped for. These weren't normal circumstances though. Her aunt may have been so understanding about everything, but Amy was still scared. Would her uncle be just as understanding if she simply came out and said what was on her mind... that she wanted him to fuck her just like on those videos?

Those videos? It seemed that Amy wasn't the only one with a certain DVD on their mind.

"Then, she was only just saying how good the television had been this evening. Why don't we watch a bit together. Would you like that too, Amy?" Suzanne asked.

Jack was one step ahead though. He didn't wait for a response. Already he had the remote in his hand, his thumb hovering over the power on button.

Amy just looked from her aunt to her uncle and back again. It was the hand on her knee, that gentle squeeze from her aunt, which reassured Amy that all would be okay. Still though, Amy was a bag of nerves as the television burst into life.

For a moment there was silence in the room, as all three watched the scene now playing out on the television. It had moved on from before, but was no less suggestive, no less explicit, and most definitely no less exciting.

Suzanne was no longer on top, fucking her husband. In this scene, she was lying naked on the bed, but that wasn't the half of it. She wasn't exactly lying on the bed. It would have been more accurate to say that she was bound to the bed, spreadeagled, with a pillow under her ass and a blindfold covering her eyes.

Amy couldn't believe just what she was looking at, nor the ease with which her aunt and uncle simply sat at the side of her and watched along. Amy glanced towards Suzanne, and her aunt just smiled back. Suzanne gave another squeeze on Amy's knee, then held her arm out and beckoned the young student to rest her head against her aunt's shoulder. Amy did just that, her gaze then moving back to the screen.

Amy watched as her uncle came into view on the video. He was naked. He was sporting another huge erection, but he wasn't about to start fucking his wife... oh no. It wasn't his hard cock which was inching towards her waiting sex.

Amy pulled away from the video, and dreamily stared in the direction of her real-life uncle. As Amy turned to look at Jack, Jack also glanced back towards his niece. He noticed her gaze wasn't up against his face, but more down towards his lap. He saw a look in her eyes, which could only be described as curious excitement.

Jack looked across towards his wife. Suzanne didn't say a word, but a single nod of the head and a smile told just as much. It seemed Suzanne might have been right all along, and Jack had doubted her every word. For a moment he wondered. Is this what the something more was all about? Did Amy want something more of her, of him, of them? Jack wasn't going to take any chances though. At the end of the day, his niece may not have been a little girl any more, but she was still his brother's daughter.

Amy glanced back at the television, just in time to watch her uncle lower his face down against her aunt's pussy. The gasp coming from her bound and naked aunt said it all. The way Suzanne squirmed against what Amy imagined must have been his tongue, was mesmerising.

Already, Amy could feel that ache returning inside her leggings.

She wanted to rub again.

She needed to rub again.

With excitement building deep inside, Amy's heart started to race, her breathing now ever so slightly faster than before. The look of excitement in Amy's eyes had morphed into one of utmost desire.

Without thinking, Amy placed her hand against her leggings. As she stared at the television, her eyes transfixed on the goings on playing out on the screen, Amy started to apply a little pressure. She began, ever so slowly, ever so discreetly, to rub at the ache inside. Amy was so focused on the need for relief that she didn't even hear the words whispered to her, the soft words of another woman.

"Do you feel it, Amy?" Suzanne whispered directly against Amy's ear; her words barely audible above the on-screen moans.

There was no response.

Suzanne waited a few seconds, then whispered again.

"Do you feel it? I know I do... every time," Suzanne whispered.

Amy turned her head towards Suzanne. She stopped rubbing as she comprehended what had just been said.

"You do?" Amy whispered back.

"Oh yeah...," Suzanne replied. "Jack's really good with his tongue. Would you like to try, my darling? Would you like to see how good he can be? Would you like to feel the way I was feeling on the bed that day?"

Suzanne didn't push any more. The seeds had been set, and the young woman would decide for herself what she wanted. Either way, the answer would be the correct one, as this was Amy's decision to make and nobody else's.

For a moment Amy said nothing. She was scared and excited in equal measure. She'd never been with a man before... let alone the man she fantasised over... her uncle. Would it be as good as her aunt had said? Would it feel as good as she had hoped? Would it hurt? Would it disappoint? Would it just feel... wrong?

Her mind was awash with conflicting feelings, but her heart told Amy of just one answer. It was her heart which won the battle. A smile came across Amy's face. She was lost for words, so once more she just nodded her head.

"Trust me, Amy. I know it's your first time and I promise you... nobody's going to hurt you, but if you feel uncomfortable, or it doesn't feel right, then all you have to do is say," Suzanne whispered, all the time wrapping her arm around the young woman; a grip which exuded both warmth and safety.

"All you need to do is relax, let yourself go, and enjoy every moment," Suzanne continued.

Amy smiled.

"Thank you, Suzy," Amy whispered back. "I'll try."

Suzanne smiled down at the young woman.

"Go on then... take them off," Suzanne whispered, moving her hand down to the waistband of Amy's black leggings.

This time there was no pause. Amy climbed up off the sofa. With her back to her aunt and uncle, she slowly yet purposefully, peeled her leggings down her legs. There was no sexy wiggle, no sultry shimmy. From the way she nonchalantly removed those leggings, Amy might as well have been in her room getting ready for bed, not hoping to enjoy the touch of a man for the first time. In no time at all Amy was standing there in a pair of red polka-dot panties and her cropped top.

Amy turned around to face the sofa. Suddenly she was conscious of her state of undress. Nerves ran through her young body, and she started to shake a little as she thought about what she was going to do next. Amy glanced towards her aunt, as if looking for a nod of encouragement, or an instruction to remove her last bastion of modesty... those cute girlie panties. It never came. What did though was a most unexpected compliment, one which made the young woman blush.

"Doesn't Amy look beautiful?" Suzanne asked, her question directed towards her husband.

"Like an angel drifted down from heaven," Jack responded, his eyes fixed on Amy, but his words directed back towards his wife.

Amy looked towards her uncle. Much as she loved him, or at least fantasised about loving him, the smile Amy gave was a nervous one.

"Come here, Amy," Suzanne called out, her arms once again outstretched, welcoming her niece towards her.

This time, as Amy glanced back towards her aunt, Suzanne shuffled around on the sofa. She positioned herself right into the corner of the seat. Amy watched as her aunt slid up the skirt she was wearing, flashing a tiny glimpse of black silky knickers, then spread her legs. By the time she had finished, Suzanne sat there, her ass pressed as far back as possible, one leg on the sofa itself, bent at the knee, following the length of the back cushions, the other out front, her foot resting on the floor.

Suzanne smiled, then opened her arms, offering the warmest of welcomes to the young Amy, and an obvious offer of somewhere to sit. Still nervous, Amy moved closer. She sat on the very edge of the sofa, perching nervously between her aunt's outstretched legs.

"You're doing so well," Suzanne whispered. As she spoke, Suzanne removed the tiny black band holding Amy's single pigtail in place and started to run her fingers through the plaited blonde locks, easing them out over Amy's shoulders.

Amy started to relax a little.

"Now, Amy... take those beautiful panties off, then lean back against me," Suzanne continued.

Amy felt uncomfortable, but still she did what was asked of her. Carefully, each side a little at a time, Amy eased the polka-dot panties down her legs, leaving them on the floor by her feet. Amy slowly sank back against her aunt. All the time, protecting the modesty she had been brought up to respect, Amy kept her legs tightly closed together.

Suzanne looked down at Amy, noticing the way Amy had become so conscious of her nakedness. It didn't matter. That time would come. For now, though, Suzanne simply wrapped both arms around Amy, one above, and the other below her niece's breasts, holding Amy close and safe.

Amy craned her neck up towards her aunt and smiled. She didn't say a word, but the look in Amy's eyes said enough. Amy wanted to, or maybe she needed to, be guided. As her aunt had said, every journey started with a single step, but as Amy knew, sometimes you needed to be shown the direction in which to start out.

"Close your eyes, Amy," Suzanne whispered, smiling back at the young woman snuggled up within her arms.

For a second, Amy closed her eyes. It was only a second, as the minute she felt movement, they were open again, looking back up towards her smiling aunt.

"Trust me, Amy," Suzanne continued. "Close your eyes, relax your body, let your mind drift, feel how removing one sense makes the others stronger."

Amy closed her eyes once more. For a moment she just lay there, slumped back against her aunt's body. Suzanne had been right. Without the gift of sight, her other senses seemed to heighten.

From behind, Amy could feel the warmth of her aunt's body. She could feel the rise and fall of her aunt's chest, and the press of those large breasts up against her back. She could hear the DVD playing away in the background. Every gasp, every moan, filled Amy's mind with excitement, filled her loins with that aching desire.

For a moment Amy let her mind drift. She imagined herself taking the place of her aunt, blindfolded, bound to the corners of that bed. Was this how it would feel... to be there... to be waiting... to not know quite what was coming next?

What did come next was a hand, her aunt's hand, as Suzanne moved it slowly down across Amy's stomach. Amy jumped as she felt the first touch of fingers against her bare skin where cropped top finished, and naked body started. She quivered as those same fingers traced lines through the soft blonde bush covering Amy's mound, all the time intent on delving lower.

Amy gasped as her aunt's touch reached her apex.

In that moment, Amy knew what she wanted. It was now or never. Just a little at first, Amy started to spread her legs. It wasn't so much to be flashing her sex towards her uncle, but it was sufficient to allow her aunt to delve just that little bit deeper.

Suzanne wasn't one to miss an opportunity.

The video reached its climax. Sounds of orgasmic bliss filled the room, and, as one beauty was cumming on screen, another was setting out on her own journey of discovery. Amy couldn't believe how good it felt. Her aunt was working magic with her fingertips, bringing soft gasps from the young babysitter. With the gentlest of pressure, and the tiniest of movements, Suzanne drew circles over Amy's outer labia, starting at her apex before moving ever so slowly downwards.

The deeper Suzanne ventured; the further Amy spread her legs. The further Amy spread her legs; the more Suzanne started to explore, bringing additional fingers into play, working firmly along Amy's slit. Amy couldn't see the puffiness in her outer labia, nor the way they eased apart under the touch of her aunt's fingers. What she could feel though was the dampness within, and the embers of desire, which by now were close to becoming a raging fire deep inside.

The DVD had finished. The television had gone silent, yet still the room was filled with a symphony of desire... and this time, for Amy, every note was very personal... every moan... every groan... every tiny shockwave of pleasure rippling out inside... every pounding thump of her heart. Amy was consumed with emotion, and it was her own desires providing the soundtrack to her own intimate journey.

To a whispered suggestion from her aunt, Amy shuffled down a little further on the sofa, at the same time spreading her legs even wider. All Amy could think about was the magical tune being played through her mind by her aunt's fingers. Desire was giving way to need, yet still her aunt just toyed with Amy's sex.