(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: University = College. Colleges are the residential halls attached to Universities. Mobile = Cell Phone. We drive on the left side of the road so we drive on the right side of the car. Summer begins on December 1. Chips = potato crisps, unless they are hot and then they = French Fries. Bathers have different names even in Australia = togs = swimmers = board shorts for swimming. In Australia we wear thongs on our feet = flip flops. That is 'thongs' plural. 'Thong' could be one of those items of footwear but increasingly is also used for that item of underwear which has barely a string between the bum cheeks and a tiny triangle of cloth in front. In Australia the age of consent for sex is sixteen and legal drinking age is eighteen. We use metric measurements and Celsius for temperature.)
In 'Mr D and the Babysitter' I set the scene for this and other stores to come. I followed up with 'Mr D and the Babysitter (now live in)'. This story picks up where the last one left off. I will start with a summary, but why not go back and read the previous stories! The taboo/incest aspect will develop later in the series. Let me know what you think.
All persons in this story involved sexually are aged at least 18 years.
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My wife, Debbie, died in a tragic accident when we had only been married for two years. She was finally pregnant with what would have been our first child but her second. When we married she had a beautiful three year old daughter, Sarah, whose father had died when she was about one. So each other was all we had. The teenager, Rachel, from next door began caring for Sarah and spent a lot of time at our house over the next two years. When she graduated from secondary school, just after she turned eighteen, she came to live with us because her parents moved interstate to expand their business. So then all we had was the three of us, which is where the second story took over. That second story was all on our first full day together but ended with Sarah walking in unexpectedly catching' Rachel and naked together.
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"Daddy? Rachel? Is everything ok? I heard noises."
Rachel and I quickly grabbed our robes and rushed to the door to reassure Sarah that we were ok and there were no problems and she had nothing to be worried about and as much of a torrent of words as we could find to cover our embarrassment. We had just been 'caught' in my bed by my stepdaughter. Rachel was her babysitter and now had come to live with us. We had been at the beach and thought Sarah was sleeping. She had been but the sounds of us in ecstasy must have woken her.
"Sorry that we woke you darling. Didn't we have a lovely morning at the beach! Is your sunburn worrying you?" Any thoughts we could use to distract her from what she might have seen as she came into the room would be good. Because I had just brought Rachel to an explosive orgasm through an extended banquet of oral delight. That was after she had done the same for me. Yet we kept being stopped before taking the physical connection to the next level. This was a reminder that we needed to pay attention to the fact that we were not alone in the house.
"I am thirsty, daddy." At least her mind had already moved on. We all moved into the kitchen though I noticed that Rachel dashed away quickly and when she returned she was wearing shorts and t-shirt again. I then made my own exit and re-joined them soon after wearing something similar.
Crisis averted. At seven years old Sarah was old enough to be aware of a lot about the world and human relationships and even the differences in human bodies. We had not had 'that' conversation yet, but perhaps it was time to start talking to her about some of the realities and differences and complexity of human life, even sex. Was it too early? I did read an article which suggested that even younger than Sarah's age was a time to start talking about sex, or at least about human bodies and privacy and things like that. But she was still far too young to be exposed to practical examples! We would need to be more discreet.
Technically Rachel was also just a 'lodger' in the house. She was staying with us as a favour for friends who were neighbours until recently. She didn't want to stay at a College when she went to Uni and so the plan was for her to live here while studying. I am not sure how those friends would have felt if the word leaked out and got back to them that Rachel and I were rolling around naked in bed together!!
Not that it worried me really. Everything we had shared so far had been amazing. She is over eighteen, and the legal age in Australia is sixteen so we were not even close to anything illegal. My thoughts rambled on, but the refrain that kept returning was that we need to be discreet AND that I need to start some serious conversations with Sarah about human bodies. It did strike me that I could palm that off on Rachel and, at least in part, that might be easier.
That night, after Sarah was finally properly asleep in her bed with the door firmly closed, Rachel and I took up that conversation. I wasn't really surprised that she had been thinking along similar lines, especially as she remembered the ways her mother had talked to her about these things. I am in my mid 20s and I love women's bodies and exploring and ... you know what I mean. But some of the differences between men and women are still a mystery to me. This would be much easier for Rachel. And she agreed.
We decided that it would be best to sleep separately that night, just in case Sarah woke again. We hadn't come up with any explanation for why she was in my room but a second time before we had an idea of how to handle this would cause too many problems, we decided. I had actually gotten a bit sunburnt at the beach that morning so when my head hit the pillow, even though that pillow still smelled of Rachel, I went off into a sound sleep.
I woke late and was surprised to find that neither Sarah not Rachel were already up. When they did emerge Sarah was looking different somehow. Rachel explained "We have been having a little talk about boys and girls."
"Penises and vaginas" added Sarah.
"Um ... ok ... good." I stuttered. "Um ... Is there anything you want to ask me Sarah or has Rachel explained everything?" I really didnt know what to say.
"Well we talked about how babies are made and how we look different down there. Rachel and I look sort of the same but she said that you and other boys look different. Can I have waffles for breakfast?"
The sudden change of topic threw me a bit, but perhaps that was her way of saying that she had learned enough for now and didn't want to think about all that any more, at least not on an empty stomach! I mouthed a silent "Thank you" to Rachel who simply smiled.
Over breakfast Rachel told me she had something she wanted to ask. "Anything" I said, glancing at Sarah in case this was something not for her ears, especially with her newfound knowledge.