Dtmwiatb 10

The sun hung low in the sky, basking the lush green backyard in a warm, golden glow. It was the perfect late spring afternoon, the kind that made you feel all tingly inside with the promise of summer to come. And it was exactly the kind of day that made Amy wish she wasn’t spending it watching some bratty little shits.

As the buxom, 22-year-old blonde flopped onto the squeaky porch swing, a heavy sigh escaping her glossy lips, she messed with one of her cute pigtails. The pigtails were an attempt to look younger and more “girlish” for this gig – the kids’ mom had requested the babysitter look “innocent”. Amy snorted at the thought. Innocent, her ass. What their mom didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?

Tugging down her tight white crop top a bit to display more of her ample cleavage, Amy checked her reflection in her phone. Her toned tummy was on full display, and her too-short jean cutoffs left little to the imagination. Her plump, glossy lips were pursed in thought. “Might as well give the little pricks something to stare at,” she muttered with an amused smirk. “Maybe if they’re distracted by the goods, they’ll stay out of trouble.”

Just then, the squeal of bike brakes interrupted Amy’s contemplation. “Yo, Aimee! Check us out!” came a shrill voice. The littlest demon, a freckle-faced eight-year-old with shaggy auburn hair, was completely out of control on his over-sized 20-inch bike. He weaved and careened around the yard on two wheels, zooming towards Amy at breakneck speed.

“Timmy!” Amy shrieked, jumping up from the swing and flustered. “Slow down before you kill yourself!” She would’ve hopped in front of him to jazz this wild child up, but she didn’t want to get smacked by a bicycle tire.

Meanwhile, his older brother Jordan, a gawky pre-teen with an attitude, sauntered up and gave Amy the side-eye. Ungrateful little leches. Didn’t they realize how super cool she was?
“How old are you again?” Jordan sneered, lip curled in a scowl.
Amy secretly reveled in his blatant ogling of her assets, but played it off. “Not that it’s any of your business, but…” Florideal, “I’m super mature for my age…” She waggled her fingers at him in a mockery of a wave. “Now run along and find something more productive to do than bother the babysitter.” Amy silently cursed their mom for not arranging her usual sitter today. That totally hot college senior with all his muscles and lack of scruples knew exactly how to handle bratty kids – and keep babysitters entertained in the process.

Oh well. Time to earn her money the old-fashioned way, she supposed. Amy plopped back down on the swing, determined to ignore the boys’ antics. Grabbing her phone, she pursed her lips and focused in on a game of Candy Crush.

However, it wasn’t long before Timmy’s wild zooming and Jordan’s general orneriness got to be too much. To Amy’s horror, Timmy managed to crash right into Jordan’s bike, causing both siblings to tumble on top of her in a mangled heap.

“Ow ow ow!” Timmy wailed, while Jordan muttered curse words so mature for a tween.

Amy huffed in frustration, “Are you two okay??” It took a few moments of disentanglement for her to realize that Jordan had ended up face-first between her legs in the fall. His hot breath tickled her inner thigh as she swatted at his head to shoo him away. “Jordan!” Amy yelped, feeling a rush of heat to her core at the intimate contact. She really needed to get laid.

Suddenly emboldened by her schoolgirl-ish lewdness, Amy decided to turn the tables. In one swift move, she had Jordan pinned underneath her lithe body. The boy gulped audibly as Amy smirked down at him, her lips inches from his.

“Now do you see why it’s not a good idea to tackle the babysitter?” she purred, grinding her hips against his involuntarily. Jordan’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and he shot an uneasy glance at his oblivious little brother. Amy just smiled, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted.

The rest was a blur from there. Before long, Amy’s crop top was on the grass, and she was nibbling Jordan’s earlobe as she worked on freeing his stiffening cock from his shorts. Timmy continued to careen around them on his bike, but she barely noticed him anymore.

“What are you doing??” the boy stammered, half frightened and half aroused.
“Shhh, it’ll be our little secret,” Amy whispered, giving him a wink and biting her lip…