Keeping an Eye on Him

It was really weird to get a babysitter for a teenage boy, but they were paying me, so I did it anyway.

His mom called him “Tommy” at the door, and pulled me in. “This is Karen, she’s just going to keep an eye on you tonight, while I’m out.”

He just looked at me, wide eyed, but all over, which made me blush. His mom said he got in trouble if she left him alone, and he’d fallen in with a bad crowd. Boys that got him arrested for stuff, like shoplifting, vandalizm, breaking into places, and brought home by the cops late at night.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do to stop him, but if he left, I guessed I could hang out here until his mom got home. Then, I could tell her about all the trouble he got in, but that was about it.

She left, so I asked “You hungry?” And went in the kitchen to see what they had to fix for dinner.

“Yeah, make me a sandwich.” He sat back on the sofa with his phone out, and the TV off.

“Where do you keep the bread?”

“On top of the fridge?”

“You got a step-stool or something?” I opened up a cabinet, that was tall enough for mops, and brooms but it was full of shelves, and cans mostly. “Oh,” I pulled out a loaf of bread “Found it!”

I’d babysat before, but that was more like practice to be a mother. This was more like being a wife for a lazy husband, that just sat on the couch, and did nothing. After a long day at work is one thing, but he didn’t say what he wanted on his sandwitch.

They had salami in the meat drawer, lettuce, and tomatoes in the veggie drawer, so I pulled a knife out of the block, to slice a tomato.

“Can you grab me a beer while you’re in there?” I heard him laugh, then another laugh.

“There isn’t any in the fridge.” Just a box of wine. “How old are you?”

“How old are you, Karen?” I heard another voice, so when I finished cutting the sandwich, and put the knife down, I saw what he was doing on his phone the whole time.

He was standing in the living room with 2 other boys, and I didn’t like the look of them. I didn’t like they way they looked, and they were smoking.

“Uh, are you supposed to be smoking in the house?”

“Are you supposed to be smoking in the house?” They mocked me, and went out on the porch, but they turned around to watch me through the windows. Good thing, because I left the kitchen knife in the kitchen, but what was I going to do with a knife, fight them all off? I’m not a knife fighter, and I’m not a killer, neither.

“So,” he touched my hip, and took the plate when I looked the other way. “Karen, you’re saying how old you are?”

“I’m thirteen, and your mother didn’t say anything about you having friends over.”

“She didn’t say I couldn’t, right? You can just charge her extra.”

“Huh!” These must be the juvenile delinquent friends she told me about, but then he started kissing my neck, and he put the plate down to hold my hips straight in front of him.

I shook my head, but those. Boys, they’re practically men, and their dirty looks. I don’t know why I liked them, not the boys, their dirty looks. I don’t like bad boys, but his mom seems to think there’s still hope for Tomas.

I jumped when he pulled me back, and sat down on the couch, but I sat down in his lap, and he let go to feel me up. I bit my lip, before I said stop, because I didn’t want him to stop. His friends were already starting to rub their peckers hard. “Are you a virgin, Kelly?”

I shook my head, “It’s Karen.”

“Well, who have you been with before me, Karen?”

“No one?” I tried to lie, but I’m a lousy liar, and I’m not supposed to tell, because he’s older, and I could get in a lot of trouble if they found out, what I did. “You tricked me, I’m a virgin, but my name’s not Kelly.”

I don’t like bad boys, but they looked over real quick, to make sure the other one wasn’t looking, than unzipped their pants. One at a time, but they made sure the other one wasn’t looking first.

Why does this keep happening to me? Tommy pushed my shoulder, so he could reach up under my top, and unhook my bra, but he’d obviously done that before. I laughed, nervously, but the irony was sort of funny.

I was supposed to be watching him, and keeping him out of trouble, but when I was making him a sandwich, he called his friends over to watch him, get me in trouble. I bet his mother would be disappointed in me, if she could see me in his lap, and topless once I held my hands up, for him to pull off my top.

I scootched around in his lap, so he spread his legs, and my legs were caught over his knees, so he could stick his hand down my pants, and rub my panties into my pubes.

One of the boy’s eyes went wide, well both of them were wide open, but then the one on the right held them shut, and started shaking. I even saw a little hit the bottom of the window, and roll down.

“Uh, Tomas? I’m not on any birth control, so do you, have any protection?”

“Huh!” he slipped his fingers out of my pants, and sniffed them. “Yeah, in my mom’s bedside table.” She was singIe, divorced, but dating, so she was prepared for bringing men back to her place. I got up, topless, and the boy that got off stood up. With his pants fixed, he lit up, and turned to smoke, with his back turned.

I leaned back to check out his butt on the way by the window, but I covered my chest, because they were out on the front porch. Jerking off, right out in public, so I flipped on the porch light, and giggled when the other one fumbled to zip up his pants.

CLICK! I locked the bolt, and looked back. “Let me just go get that for you,” I pointed down the hall, but he already had his pants down, and he pulled off his shirt.

I certainly never did anything like this before, but I was molested. Obviously, but he wanted to keep our relationship a secret, also for obvious reasons. So, he never molested me in front of other men, or took pictures to share childporn, he just showed me videos of older women having sex, and made them do what they did.

I’m starting to figure out my problem is, I can’t say no. Oh well, can’t get raped if you don’t say no. I wasn’t about to be gangbanged though. I wasn’t ready to get gangbanged on the first night.

I want to come back, his mom pays good money, and we can save it for another night, but I have to do a good job, to please him. Keep him out of trouble, so I can cum back again, and again.

I know, I’m supposed to be a good girl, a Karen, and tell someone when people do bad stuff. That’s why his mother trusted me with her son in the first place, but I won’t tell.

It’ll be our little secret…

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