The Sitter : Introducing Joey

The sitter

At the age of 12 I’m told I can start babysitting and I’ll be old enough to be home alone with my sibling who will then be around 10 ½ since she is 15 months younger than me. Until then we have to put up with a “sitter”.

Mom doesn’t say “Baby-sitter” but that’s what she means, right? Somehow at almost 11 ¾ yrs old I’m still a baby but in just a few months I’m not. So we say sitter, OK, I was sort of fine with this until Tracy moved out of town.

Tracy is 15 and she was fun to have around, she made us snacks and sometimes even cooked diner when mom had something planned that kept her late at work or had a date and wasn’t gonna be making diner. We liked a lot of the same movies and talked about how hot the actors were. She even teased my little sister with me about how boy crazy she gets when she sees a guy in his swim trunks and made her cover her eyes during the steamy scenes but let me watch!

With Tracy it was more like having a friend come hang out… I tried explaining this to our mom but her answer was just that “she didn’t make the rules” which makes no sense since she literally does! Or she’d explain that “this is the way it has always been” which is no reason for anything, I say.

Anyway Tracy is gone and in her place I get Joey. Yep you guessed it, a boy, as a sitter for 2 girls. How is this OK I ask you? It sure wasn’t my idea but I guess it ended up working out. Hah!

You see Joey is kinda hot. Well he’s not bad looking at least and he’s got muscles. My little sister fell in love before the 1st night was over and he was pretty nice to us but I don’t need or want a “sitter.”

Joey lives in the neighborhood and we all knew each other but he’s almost 15, so being a few years older he never talked to us other than just saying hey if we saw him around, like folks do you know. It turns out he knew Tracy and she apparently suggested to our mom that he could really use a few dollars and was available to help out for a few months until I turned 12 and magically become responsible enough to be “in charge”

Tracy’s family got some kind of job offer or transfer and school is about to let out so Mom want’s someone to be around for the summer to make sure I don’t kill my sister or let her do something stupid. Who knows really why she thinks we need him, it looks like we are stuck with it for now.

Joey came over for lunch and to “get to know us” on a Saturday. Things were a bit awkward as I couldn’t believe mom was really going to go through with this. A boy as a sitter just didn’t make sense to me. I only knew of one person who ever had a boy as a sitter and they were really little and the boy was their cousin. I don’t count family really. A sibling looking after their brothers and sisters isn’t really babysitting but cousins are sort of a grey area, you know?

Well Becky acted all shy and I could tell she was forming a crush. Maybe she already had it before and I hadn’t noticed. Like I said we did sometimes see him around.

For my part I was not happy. Not mad really but I knew it was either gonna have to run its course or we’d have to run him off and it didn’t look as if I was gonna get any help in that department. So, I tried to put my best face on and smile.

Joey turned out to be nice. Like I said he is sort of cute or almost handsome and looked to be fit. I might have seen him playing B-ball with a few guys without his shirt a couple times and though at the time I didn’t really care I remembered thinking he looked good.

He is also a good talker. Well, he talked himself right into being our next sitter at least. Our mom liked him almost as much as my sister. Within the space of a short lunch she decided we should “hang out” for a couple of hours while she went into town for some groceries and snacks.

Her reasoning being that she figured boys eat more than girls and she needed to make sure there were things here he liked and could have while he was helping out. Our cabinets were getting a little thin as to that so, OK whatever, my thought was that we could go with her and Joey could come back some other time but that didn’t fly.

I had to stay with my sister because it “wouldn’t be proper” to leave one little girl alone with a boy but evidently two girls is no problem. Same I guess if Becky had asked to go but she was all into Joey at the moment and happily told mom what she wanted for snacks.

After Mom left, we all sat around for a minute looking at each other in this awkward silence. Then Becky suggested he should go see her room. Mom had sort of given him a basic walk through of the house already so he knew where her room was but he hadn’t actually gone into it or looked around at our bedrooms. Just kind of stood at the hallway and pointed; Bathroom on left, then her room, closet at the end of the hall; Mom’s room is down on right and my room closer on right, across from the bathroom. A basic 3 room 2 bath lay-out like so many others in the area with the master bath off the back bedroom. I pointed out that he had likely been in plenty of houses exactly like ours in the neighborhood so nothing to see really but she insisted so he went along.

Taking a moment to myself I let them leave and went to find something to watch on TV that might let me ignore that a strange boy was in my house.

I was settling into a rerun of some anime when they joined me in the den. Our house just has the one den and isn’t really super big. There’s a set of windows that look out on the front yard, street and drive way. Our garage is like everyone else’s and is half full of stuff so Mom always parks in the drive near the roll up door.

Sometimes I like to sit on the couch or the floor but for some reason I was in our recliner. Maybe I just needed my own space with this new person in my home and him supposedly being in charge of us. I for one don’t think I need anyone in charge of me and I can handle my little sister just fine too, usually. If nothing else I can at least tell her to go to her room till mom gets home!

Joey sat on the couch when the two of them came in the den and evidently wanted to be chatty.

“You like anime? Me too,” He offered, such a bright one huh? “I watch this series too.”

“OK” I quipped, hoping it might clue him in that I wasn’t up for conversation exactly.

Becky took this as her que to launch into a spiel about all the shows she likes and what I like; she was so animated I couldn’t help but be agitated even more.

“Do you mind Becky? I’m trying to watch this. Why don’t you two go talk somewhere else?” I suggested.

“Sorry! Geez, he just told you he likes this too. We don’t have to leave anyway cause Joey here is in charge.” The brat reminded me, “If he wanted to he could change the channel so you‘re lucky he likes anime!”

“I wouldn’t do that, Becky.” Joey insisted.

You’re dang right he wouldn’t, I thought. Though I’m not sure what I could do if he wanted to… This got me thinking; Tracy and I usually liked almost exactly the same sort of TV shows and movies but I might have to settle on watching some dumb ball games or wrestling with a boy hanging around. No way was I gonna let him be in charge of me or my house though.

“It’s gonna be a hot day today, we should see about mom taking us to the pool.” I suggested to Becky, hoping to distract her from her current infatuation. “If we’re ready when she gets back maybe she’ll agree.”

“Maybe you can come too, Joey. Tracy was helping me learn to swim. You can teach me, right?” Of course my sister missed the point of me trying to get him gone today. “I’m gonna go change!” She squealed excitedly.

“He doesn’t have a suit so I’m sure he’ll have to go home.” I point out as she retreated to her room.

Our neighborhood has a clubhouse and pool so we can’t just go swimming anytime we want but rather have to go to the other end of the community to get to the pool. Mom insists we are too young to go alone and need to be accompanied by an adult, though she was willing once to let us stay once when Tracy was at the pool and she wanted to come home to prepare dinner.

I was not sure how I was going to go about changing into my suit with a strange boy in the house and had only just begun to think about this as Becky returned in her suit. No cover up or even shorts, just her yellow bikini and some flip flops.

My little sister has a budding figure. Not much in the hips department yet but her bust is starting to take shape and she seems to be trying hard to get Joey to notice as she struts into the room and spins for him to get a good look.

“What do you think?” She asks him, “Is this suit ok or should I pick another?” I don’t have many bikini’s yet but this is one of my favorites.

“You should put on your blue one piece and a cover up till mom get’s back.” I suggest.

“Wasn’t asking you,” She quips, “I need a guys opinion!” With this she sits herself in his lap as he falls back into the sofa.

“Hey, get off of him!” I warn my sister, “Mom will freak out if she comes in and finds you sitting on his lap dressed like that!” Then it occurs to me what I just said.

Joey too seems to realize his situation and seems to be very uncomfortable. He tries to rise but with a nearly naked girl in his lap he finds it difficult.

As he squirms, my sister has her arms around his neck and he resorts to trying to push her off which leads to his hands dislodging her top. Intentionally or not, Joey is now looking at and touching my sister’s bare chest.

Seeing this I cry, “Get your hands off my sister!” As he stands up, forcing her once and for all off his lap. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you some sort of pervert?”

“I didn’t!” He protests vehemently, “I was just trying to get her off me.”

“Oh really?” Looking at him I notice a bulge in his pants. “So are you trying to say you weren’t getting a boner and feeling up my sister just now?”

“I was just watching TV. You saw her come in and jump in my lap.” Joey tries to protest.

“I saw you pull her top aside and grab her chest, and now I see you standing there with a bulge in your pants.” I accused him, “You saw her and you grabbed her, you tried to take her top off!”

“I, I didn’t, honestly. I wouldn’t do that.” Joey denies, though he knows he did at least see and touch my little sister, who still stands in the room, looking at him.

She is blushing though she has pulled her top back into place. As I look at her she appears to be looking at the bulge in his pants with some level of interest.

“You saw her and touched her, if you didn’t mean to do it then you pay her back, now.” I tell him spontaneously.

“You want me to take off my shirt?” Joey asks us.

“No way,” Becky says, “Guys go around all the time topless.”

“She’s right,” I agree, “Lose the shorts, show us how hard you get from feeling up a 10 yr old girl, pervert.”

“I want to see it!” Becky admits, “I felt it getting hard as I sat in his lap.” With this she boldly reaches forward to pull his shorts down.

Joey turns to flee but is blocked by the sofa and other furniture in the den. His shorts are elastic and our den is small so with two against one he has little chance of escape. He was wearing loosely fitting boxers and they come off with the shorts quite easily. In what seems much longer than it must have taken he is lying on our floor, pants and underwear stripped and thrown across the room. My sister is sitting on his chest, still mostly covered by her bikini, holding his arms down and staring at his nudity.

Joey is sporting quite a boner. It is at least 4-5 inches long and stands firmly from his body, waving in the air proudly.

“It looks like you must be into little girls huh?” I ask him as I flick the end of his penis. It dances back and forth as he cringes and cries out in pain and shock.

“Let him stand up, Becky” I tell her as I pull her off him. Grabbing my phone from a nearby table, I point the camera at him and tell him. “I can’t wait to share these pics with Tracy.”

“You can’t, please.” He begs. “I’ll do anything. Whatever you say, please!”

“Why is it getting smaller?” Becky asks.

And I see she is right, his penis is shrinking. “Make it bigger again.” I tell him, “I’m not done taking pictures and it won’t do to let it be too small to show up!”

Grabbing himself, he rubs his penis as he protests, “I can’t help it, it does what it does! I didn’t make it get bigger when Becky sat on me and I can’t make it stay big just cause you tell me too.”

Curious, Becky asks, “What do you mean? Do you need help to make it bigger? Want me to rub it?”

“No!” Joey edges away, though I think that would probably work to get him hard again and I think she should do it; besides that would make for some great pictures for later.

Teasing him further I say, “Maybe if you take your top off and let him touch you like he did before Becky.”

“I didn’t let him touch me, and I’m sure not taking my top off for him, unless maybe he takes everything off first. He is almost naked, right? Why stop there?” Becky suggests and I must say I like the idea.

“There’s a thought,” I decide, “You can gather your shorts and boxers from over there get dressed and leave or you can strip naked. When mom gets back you can go into the bathroom and get dressed or we can let her know you had to leave early, your choice!”

“What about next time she calls me to come over?” Joey asks.

“You can come over and get naked or you can tell her you’re busy, again your choice!” I tell him. Figuring he’ll leave and that will be that. “But if you stay or come back, we can take as many pics as we want and you do what we say no excuses. If you don’t do what we say then we share these pictures of you standing in our den stroking yourself with my sister in her bikini, starting with Tracy and a few of the kids in the neighborhood.”

“I don’t think I can just leave.” Joey complains, his penis is only 3 or so inches now and looks to be getting soft.

“I guess that means you’re getting naked then!” Becky observes excitedly. “Just toss me your shirt and I’ll put your stuff in the hall bath till time for you to get dressed.”

“We almost always hear mom drive up,” I tease him. “Don’t worry.” Maybe having a boy for a sitter will be fun after all!

Mom tends to be pretty noisy coming in and we usually have plenty of notice hearing her long before she comes in. This would never work out otherwise, right? I mean she would definitely flip if she came in and saw a naked boy in the house.

Joey very reluctantly took off his shoes and his shirt. Fully naked now he got hard again which looked even bigger now and Becky teased him about helping him keep it up.

“Maybe Chris will change into a bikini and help you keep it up too! You never really said what you think of my suit before you tried to take it off me that is.” She was relentless as she continued. “I bet you’d love for me to sit in your lap now.”

“Mom is usually pretty uptight about boys coming around but I guess we got lucky she likes you.” I tell him, “Maybe we can convince her you do a good job and have some friends over to hang out. That would be lots of fun for you, I bet. We could invite some of our cousins or the girls from the pool. There’s a couple of older girls I have seen hanging out down at the park where you and your friends shoot hoops.”

“I’d really rather just keep this between us.” Joey says. “If you want me to leave I will. I don’t want to make your mom mad, and she said she needs me but I can’t risk getting caught like this, naked with two young girls! It isn’t right and it could get me in lots of trouble.”

He seems to be scared now and his tool has shrunk to a point that it is nearly gone. This looks pretty hilarious but I can’t laugh at him being so vulnerable. His balls are pretty hairy and it occurs to me that it might be easier to see everything down there if he was shaved.

“I’m thinking you had your chance to leave. You decided you wanted to stay and entertain us, so here you are.” Having decided, I inform him. “You obviously have trouble maintaining a hard on so it seems you are gonna need to get rid of that fuzz down there so we can see better what you have going on. It’s quite educational after all seeing how your penis keeps changing all the time.”

“Fuzz?” Joey asks me, “What are you talking about? You think I’m gonna shave my pubes for you?”

“Great idea, sis!” Becky jumps in excitedly. “I want to watch him shave his balls!”

This idea is getting me a little excited as well I must admit. I’ve seen a couple of pics from a magazine of guys who do porn and they were bald down there. You could see everything and it was a little distracting seeing Joey all hairy down there. His pubes weren’t thick exactly but they were covering some of him from being seen and so I thought it better they go. If I can make him get naked for us and our friends I wanted him to be on full display and to know he was at our mercy. He is almost a man at 15 so shaving his pubes will make him look younger and plenty of girls have seen little boys get baths or diaper changes so I’m thinking they might like to see an older boy without being all hairy.

“I’ve never,” Joey protests once more. “I can’t just shave down there, what if I cut myself?”

I suppose this is a real concern, I think. After all it isn’t like I have ever shaved myself. I know some older girls shave their underarms and legs. Mom even shaves occasionally, but she also has a cream she uses.

Looking at my sister I tell her, “Bring him to our bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

I’m turning into Mom’s room as I look back and see my sister leading Joey along, for some reason pulling him by his once more semi rigid penis as he walks down the hall. What a pervert, I bet he’d get really hard if I grabbed him! Hah, maybe I will.

Mom’s shower has shaving stuff and this is where I find the cream she uses. I know which bottle it is as she has always warned us not to use it.

I take it into the hall bath and find my little sister holding and rubbing a now fully erect Joey while seated on the side of our tub enclosure.

“Look what I did, Sis!” She says proudly. “He’s back awake now!”

“I see,” I agree, “Pervert.” Not knowing if I mean him or her exactly.

“It’s gotta be easier to shave if it’s awake, right?” She offers thoughtfully. “And all I did was touch it and it started twitching and growing. You should try it, it’s pretty cool.”

“I don’t think so, not right now anyway. First things first,” I answer. Was that a hopeful look he just gave me? I bet he’d love me to touch his thing.

Handing him the bottle I say, “Mom uses this sometimes to get rid of hair on her legs. You can either read the instructions and try this or I’ll find a razor and shave cream.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” He answers as he looks over the back of the bottle. “Maybe, if you give me a couple of days to try to come up with something better? This doesn’t say it’s for men’s privates.”

Taking the tube from him I look it over. The instructions do mention caution on sensitive areas but how bad can it be? I pop the cap and squirt some into my hand, then reach down and grab his penis as I rub the cream all over his privates.

His reaction is as I suspected. He got instantly hard even before I turned him loose. His penis was twitching as Becky had said it would. I watched it jerk and bob for a moment before looking into his face, embarrassed at having taken things into my own hands as it were.

“I can’t believe you,” Joey began.

“You’re probably gonna want to wash that off in a minute.” I point out, helpfully. “I don’t think it takes long to work.”

“It does sort of tingle…” He answers me, as he looks down at his still firm and twitching member.

I turn to the sink as he turns to the bath. We both wash away the cream. My hands seem normal, there is no tingling but I think maybe the fine hairs on the back of my hand may have thinned.

Joey is apparently more sensitive as he is removing the cream. The skin around his groin looks sort of pink or almost red. The hair down there is thinner for sure but not all gone. Maybe it’ll take several treatments?

“That doesn’t look like it worked exactly.” Becky observed. Holding the tube up, she offers; “My turn to try it!”

“No way,” Joey says backing away. “Keep that stuff away from me.” Holding himself, “It burns!”

“Probably need to set a timer next time. How long was it on that time I wonder?” Becky asks helpfully.

“Not long at all, I think.” I point out, but it isn’t like we timed it. “I guess that’s what they mean by a sensitive area huh!”

“Yeah, you think?” Joey says cringing and holding himself. “Mind if I get dressed now? Jeez, I think I’m on fire down there!”

“Want a cold wash cloth?” Becky offers helpfully again.

“I don’t think I want anything touching me down there right now, thanks.” Joey says as he locates his boxers.

“I guess we’ll leave you to get dressed now then,” I tell him, feeling kind of bad. It didn’t even work exactly. I mean, if he was like totally hairless it might have been worth it, right?

Mom came home about 30 minutes after Joey got dressed and she didn’t notice that he was sort of limping a little as he said his goodbyes and left to go home.

Once Joey got dressed Becky changed back out of her swimsuit and the pool visit got put on hold for another day. Maybe we would have still gone if I had changed into my suit but it seemed too weird to change while he was there. Even fully dressed I still imagined him naked every time I looked at him.

Becky and I agreed that it might not be the end of the world if Joey came over again sometime. Mom seemed very pleased with this and though I wasn’t sure how things might go next time, if there ever was a next time, I think it might be fun having a boy for a sitter as long as he knows who is in charge!