The Babysitter Broen

"So, what do you say, Katy?"

I was sitting in my kitchen with my mom and Mrs. Stoddard, staring blankly at the both of them. I had no clue how to respond to what Mrs. Stoddard had just asked me.

"Katy?" My mom asked, confused as to why I wasn't responding.

"I, uh, I don't know," I said quickly. "I mean, it's a whole week...."

My mom looked at me like I was crazy. "Hon, you'd be getting a week-long paid vacation during your spring break," she told me. "What's there to think about?"

I sighed. Mrs. Stoddard had come over to ask if I'd be interested in accompanying the family to Florida on their vacation. The Stoddards had rented a big beach house for the week -- I'd get my own room and everything. All she'd need was for me to watch the girls at night if she and Mr. Stoddard wanted to go out for dinner or drinks, and to play with them on the beach. I'd have tons of time to just lay around and work on my tan, and of course I'd be compensated generously. Sounded like the perfect arrangement.

Except for the one big problem that neither my mother nor Mrs. Stoddard knew about, of course.

"Uh, sure, I'll go," I said, like an idiot. "Sounds fun."

***

A few weeks later, about two hours into the trip, I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. The five of us were sitting in the airport, about to board our plane, when I took a look at my seat number.

"12F?" Mr. Stoddard asked me with a smirk. "What a coincidence. I'm 12E."

In a panic, I turned towards Mrs. Stoddard. "Are we all sitting in the same row?" I asked nervously.

"The girls and I are in row 8 on the left," Mrs. Stoddard said. "Sorry, we couldn't get seats all together."

"I can sit with the girls, if you want," I said quickly. "Then you and Mr. S can relax together! Have a few drinks or something."

Mrs. Stoddard smiled at me. "That's so sweet, Katy," she said. "But Vivian and Emma get nervous on planes. They want me to sit with them."

"Yeah," Emma chimed in, leaning against her mom's shoulder. "Mommy sits with us!"

"It'll give you a chance to just enjoy the flight," Mrs. Stoddard assured me. "You don't need to be watching the girls 24/7."

I tried to smile at her but my throat suddenly went dry.

"Don't worry, Katy," Mr. Stoddard assured me, patting the seat next to his. "I'm a great seat buddy." I knew he was being fake in front of his wife, but I had no choice but to join him.

The flight was a fairly short one -- only two hours --and the first hour went by without incident. Upon sitting down I immediately turned towards the window and put my headphones in, determined to ignore Mr. Stoddard. And I was surprised to find he didn't bother me at all. He didn't try to speak to me, his hand didn't find its way into my lap, and he even kindly handed me my complimentary soda and pretzels when the flight attendant came around.

We were almost in Palm Beach when I realized I really needed to pee. I'd been trying to hold it, but I knew I'd be incredibly uncomfortable for the rest of the flight. Groaning, I took out my headphones.

"Hey, can you let me out? I have to use the bathroom," I said to Mr. Stoddard, as calmly and politely as if he were a perfect stranger.

"Of course," he said with a giant smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop," I hissed at him as I shuffled by.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"I don't know," I replied, shooting him a suspicious look. "I just know you're up to something. So stop." I darted down the aisle to the bathroom and relieved my full bladder.

And when I slid open the bathroom door, Mr. Stoddard was standing right in front of it. I let out a quiet yelp. Before I could think, Mr. Stoddard forced his way inside the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind him. Our bodies were pressed fully against each other -- there was no room to move. No escape.

"This is a new low, even for you," I said.

"Relax, Katy," Mr. Stoddard said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even tighter against him. "I just wanted a little bit of alone time. Even I don't want to fuck in this gross bathroom. The logistics are a complete nightmare."

"Alone time?" I mumbled. My face was against his chest, and my voice was muffled by his shirt. Mr. Stoddard continued to hold me like that, and I had to admit it felt kind of nice. He smelled really good, like fresh detergent and aftershave, which was a welcome scent in the bathroom.

"I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about this week," he said softly, his hands moving from my waist down to my ass. He grabbed my denim-clad butt and squeezed.

"I can already tell you, we're not on the same page," I said defiantly.

"We're just gonna have to be extra careful," Mr. Stoddard said, as if I hadn't spoken. "Especially after Vivian almost caught us last time."

"That won't be an issue," I spat, "seeing as how I told you that last time was the LAST TIME."

Mr. Stoddard frowned. "You didn't mean that," he said.

"I did," I shot back, stomping my foot for emphasis.

"Then why are you holding me so close?" Mr. Stoddard was grinning now, and there was a glint in his beautiful blue eyes.

Damn it! It was true. While the bathroom made it impossible for our bodies not to touch, I'd wrapped my arms around him all by myself. I immediately let go of him.

"We should get back to our seats," he said. Mr. Stoddard leaned down, gave me a big, open-mouthed kiss, and fondled my breasts. "This is gonna be a fun week." And then he slipped out of the bathroom and headed back to his seat.

***

"Katy, your room is SO cool!" Emma excitedly bounced up and down on my bed, taking it all in. She was right -- my room was awesome.

I'd gotten the giant bedroom on the first floor, while the girls' and Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard's rooms were upstairs. It had a giant bed with fluffy white bedding, big bay windows you could see the ocean from, and tasteful nautical decor. I even had a private bathroom. My suite made me want to throw open my arms and scream, "Florida!!! Is one hell of a drug!" This week was looking up already. All I needed to do was get creative with keeping Mr. Stoddard away from me, and maybe I'd actually enjoy this trip.

"Your room is pretty cool, too," I pointed out. In fact, the entire house was gorgeous. The Stoddards must've shelled out a lot to rent this beach-front palace.

"Girls, you're supposed to be getting ready for bed." I looked up from the suitcase I was unpacking and saw Mr. Stoddard standing in the doorway. Our flight had gotten in kind of late, and by the time we'd eaten dinner, everyone was wiped out.

"Ugh, daddy, it's VACATION," Vivian complained.

"But you're gonna want to rest up for the beach tomorrow," I pointed out.

"True...," Vivian said with a sigh. She shuffled out of my room. Emma, on the other hand, flopped down on my bed and refused to move.

"Katy's bed is sooo comfy," Emma said.

"It looks very comfy," Mr. Stoddard said, shooting me a look. "Big, too."

"Try it out!" Emma said, scooting aside to make space next to her.

"Oh, I'll try it out later," he replied.

My heart dropped to my feet.

"You really should get to bed, Emma," I said in a stern voice. "I need to finish unpacking."

Emma sighed but slid off the bed. "Don't forget to come tuck me in," she said to her dad.

"I won't, pumpkin."

Emma skipped out of the room, leaving me and Mr. Stoddard alone. I was relieved to see he didn't try to come in -- he just lingered in the doorway. I ignored him and continued unpacking.

"So...," he started quietly. "Did you pack that sexy bikini?"

I laughed out loud.

"It's okay if you didn't," Mr. Stoddard replied. "Because you look sexy in everything. And nothing."

"Let's get something straight," I said, angrily shutting my suitcase. "Absolutely nothing will be happening between us on this trip. If you're feeling horny, go have sex with your wife."

Mr. Stoddard looked a little taken aback.

"Kitten, you've gotta stop with all these mixed signals...."

"Mixed signals?!" I walked over to him and lowered my voice so Mrs. Stoddard and the kids wouldn't hear. "Since you're obviously confused, let me clear some things up for you. Every single time we've been together, you've forced yourself on me," I hissed. "You're a disgusting middle-aged man who is taking advantage of a teenage girl. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself."

Mr. Stoddard's jaw dropped.

"Forced myself on you?!" He hissed back. "When have you ever told me no, or fought me off? How many times have I made you cum?"

"Cumming isn't consent!" I shot back.

"You know what," Mr. Stoddard said, turning to go, "I thought we had a fun, play-hard-to-get thing going on, but apparently, I'm Bill Fucking Cosby to you."

Before I could think of anything else to say, Mr. Stoddard stormed off. I shut my door and let out a long sigh of relief. He was gone. Sure, it'd been a pretty nasty argument, but I didn't think he'd actually let it get to him. Isn't he always telling me he's a man, not a teenaged boy?

I got ready for bed, keeping an eye on my door the whole time. I kept waiting for it to slowly creak open. But it didn't. I cautiously climbed into bed, still waiting for Mr. Stoddard to try and sneak into my room. Even after our fight, I didn't think he was actually capable of staying away from me. But again, nothing. I calmed down a little, thinking maybe laying down the law with Mr. Stoddard had actually worked. Could it be that easy? I got comfortable under my fluffy duvet and shut my eyes, ready to drift off. And I was almost asleep when I head it.

It was a faint, distant creaking at first. But as I listened harder, it became louder. It was coming from right above me, and I was horrified to realize my room was right below Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard's. The pace of the creaking increased and I heard a muffled moan.

Oh my god! They were having sex! When the shock wore off, I started to get mad. Mr. Stoddard was doing this specifically to piss me off -- to somehow try to make me jealous.

"Oh, Rich," I heard Mrs. Stoddard moan quietly. The creaking got even louder, and I heard the headboard banging softly into the wall above me.

"Fuck, Liz," I heard Mr. Stoddard grunt.

I suddenly heard a loud flop, followed by a tiny squeal from Mrs. Stoddard.

"Rich! What's gotten into you...." I heard a slapping sound, which I assumed was Mr. Stoddard's hand on his wife's ass. She squealed again before I heard Mr. Stoddard let out another loud grunt.

"UHHHNNN!" Mrs. Stoddard had yelled out really loudly -- so loudly, I wondered if they woke the kids. Mrs. Stoddard continued to howl with every thrust -- it almost sounded like she was in pain. And then I found out why.

"God, your ass is so fucking tight," Mr. Stoddard groaned as the creaking of the bed continued.

I couldn't believe it. He was so mad that I rejected him, he was taking it out on his wife in the form of anal. And I was absolutely positive he knew I could hear all of this.

"I can't remember...the last time...you fucked me...like this," Mrs. Stoddard panted out as her husband relentlessly drilled into her.

I continued to listen, completely fascinated -- and getting more turned on every second. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was slipping my hand into my underwear. I was already wet. I furiously rubbed at my clit while I listened to Mr. Stoddard fuck his wife.

"Am I hurting you, Liz?" he asked. "Is my huge cock destroying your ass?" The creaking was constant now.

"Don't...stop...," Mrs. Stoddard replied. I slid two fingers into my pussy and started pumping at a rapid pace, wondering how it would feel to have Mr. Stoddard inside my ass. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating, and enough to bring me right to the edge.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Mrs. Stoddard yelled as she came, and I heard the familiar sound of Mr. Stoddard finishing, too. And when I imagined him shooting his load into my own ass, I felt my pussy clenching hard around my fingers.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned quietly as I orgasmed with the Stoddards. The bed finally stopped creaking and I heard them both panting.

In that moment, I fucking hated him. I hated him for playing these games, and I hated the fact that it was working. I was out of my mind with jealousy and my pussy was burning hot. I wanted Mr. Stoddard doing all that to his little Kitten, not his wife.

So after being worried for weeks about ways to keep Mr. Stoddard away from me on this trip, I started brainstorming ideas to do just the opposite.

***

"Hey," I said casually from my beach towel, flipping up my sunglasses. "Could you do my back? I think I'm burning."

Mr. Stoddard sat a few feet away from me in a beach chair. We were the only ones at our spot on the beach -- the girls had dragged Mrs. Stoddard down to the water's edge. Usually they demanded my participation, but this time it was mom's turn, leaving me alone with Mr. Stoddard. He took his time putting down his book, pausing to soak up more sunlight with that handsome face before turning towards me.

"Why don't you wait for Elizabeth to come back?" He asked, his tone icy. "I'm sure you'd feel more comfortable asking her to do it."

We stared at each other for a beat. This was the first time we were speaking since our argument.

"Can you just do it, please?" I asked, trying not to sound whiny.. I picked up my sunscreen and held it out to him. Sighing, Mr. Stoddard snatched the bottle from me and got up. I was stretched out on my stomach on my towel, and he knelt beside me. I pulled my hair around off the back of my neck.

"I'm surprised you're even letting me touch you, seeing as how I'm such a disgusting middle-aged man," Mr. Stoddard commented as he squirted some sunscreen into his hands.

I sighed. "I might have...exaggerated a little bit last night," I replied carefully.

Mr. Stoddard slowly began rubbing my upper back.

"Hmm," he remarked, his fingers kneading into my skin. "I wonder what caused this change of heart." I could tell by the tone of his voice he knew exactly what had caused it.

"I had a lot of time to think last night," I said as his hands moved to my lower back. "I couldn't seem to fall asleep."

"Yeah?" he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "What was keeping you up?"

"Not sure," I responded casually. "Maybe it was the sound of you fucking your wife."

Mr. Stoddard's hands froze for a minute -- he was startled that I had called him out so bluntly. He probably thought we had a fun, hint-but-don't-say thing going on. But he quickly recovered, and his hands continued their way down my back. His fingers were brushing the top of my swimsuit bottoms.

"So you heard that, huh?" he asked.

"I didn't realize Elizabeth liked it so rough," I said, preferring to answer him indirectly.

Mr. Stoddard's hands were now on my ass, the ruse of applying sunscreen over.

"She usually doesn't," he said, fingers squeezing my ass tightly now. "But I was pretty fired up last night, and she was into it." Mr. Stoddard leaned over me so he could whisper in my ear. "See, when I was fucking her ass as hard as I could, I was imagining it was you."

Despite the blazing, bright Florida sun, I shivered. I turned my head to look at him.

"And when I was listening and touching myself," I whispered back, "I was pretending you were cumming inside my ass, and not hers."

"Fuuuuuck," Mr. Stoddard swore softly under his breath.

"You better be ready to back up those words with some action, Kitten," he replied.

Before I could say anything else, Mr. Stoddard and I noticed his wife and the girls were starting to make their way back to us. He quickly slapped my ass before getting up and back into his chair.

After a long day at the beach, Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard decided to go out to dinner by themselves, leaving me to entertain the girls. I made them macaroni and cheese, we watched a movie, and I put them to bed. Their parents still weren't home yet so I just chilled out on the couch in the living room, watching bad reality tv. It was almost 11:00 p.m. by the time they stumbled in. And they weren't quiet about it, either.

"Whoops!" Mrs. Stoddard giggled as she dropped her purse on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and would've toppled over if Mr. Stoddard hadn't grabbed her arm.

"Looks like you two had a fun night," I said with a smirk.

"We sure did!" Mrs. Stoddard smiled at me and I saw how flushed her face was. "How were the girls?"

"Perfect, as usual," I said.

"Why don't I help you upstairs, hon," Mr. Stoddard said, guiding his wife towards the staircase.

"That second bottle of wine was probably a mistake," I heard her mutter as they made their way slowly up the stairs. Once they disappeared, I went straight for my room. I just knew Mr. Stoddard would be stopping by -- something told me he'd specifically gotten his wife drunk for that reason.

I freshened up a little and put on the pajamas that I had packed -- a cami and my boy-brief underwear. I hadn't brought anything super sexy with me, but something told me Mr. Stoddard would like this.

I hopped into bed and got under the covers with my back facing the door, wondering how long until he'd sneak in. My heart was racing in anticipation. I wasn't sure what came over me when I said that thing about him cumming in my ass. Sure, I was willing to put out tonight, but not anal. Not yet. Hopefully he wouldn't hold me to that.

After about fifteen minutes of me pretending to be asleep, I heard the knob on my door turn. I stayed very still as I heard someone enter and quietly shut the door. I felt a shiver down my spine when I heard the lock click. Mr. Stoddard carefully climbed into bed next to me and spooned me. I could tell he was naked.

"Elizabeth is down for the night," he whispered in my ear as his hand grabbed my breast. "When she's this drunk, she'd sleep through a tornado." Mr. Stoddard's hand traveled from my breast down between my legs. He rubbed me through my underwear.

"Let me get a look at you," he growled. I slowly turned so I was on my back, and he flung the covers off me. His eyes hungrily took in my pajamas. He kept pushing up my cami until my breasts were exposed. Mr. Stoddard grabbed my left one and played with my nipple.

"Do you love her?" I asked quietly. My question caught him off guard.

"Elizabeth?" he asked. "Of course I do." Mr. Stoddard rolled on top of me and pulled my cami up over my head. I raised my arms to make the process easier.

"Then how can you do this to her?" I asked as both his hands grabbed my bare breasts.

Mr. Stoddard sighed at my question. "Look, Katy," he said. "I love my wife very much. We've been together for 24 years, and she's given me two amazing kids." Mr. Stoddard paused. "But when you've been with someone that long...it's just not exciting anymore, you know? The sex is just okay, and you start to lose that passion you once felt. But with you..." He shook his head. "It's hot and dirty and exciting. You're so damn young and sexy -- you give me everything I can't get from Liz anymore. So if I can have the best of both worlds, why shouldn't I?" His fingers hooked into the waistband of my undies, and he started to tug them down.

"So that's all I am to you?" I asked him, my voice very even. "A young, tight pussy?"

He looked offended.

"Of course not, Katy. I care about you. And we're both getting something out of this, aren't we?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. Mr. Stoddard had managed to get my underwear down to my knees. His fingers probed at my entrance, which was already dripping wet.

"You're so goddamn wet for me already," he provoked as he plunged his fingers inside me. "If you hadn't thrown your little fit, we could've fucked last night. That could've been you instead of Elizabeth."

"I know," I said, my voice tight, as Mr. Stoddard's fingers continued to fuck me.