Jasperspen ©
All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
I was persuaded to write another chapter; I'll see what reception it receives before writing the concluding part.
It is certainly worth reading the preceding four chapters first, to understand the full background. However, you might be able to read this chapter as a stand-alone story if you wish, although you will not understand how I got into this position.
As in previous chapters, this is the background to the time and place.
This story is based in the mid 1980's in the United Kingdom when the internet was barely an infant and not available to the majority of individuals. As for mobile phones, they were huge, solid, brick-like blocks weighing over two pounds and were owned by only the very wealthy. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Hustler and so on which were often bought by older brothers or sisters. Certain books like 'Tropic of Cancer' that were 'borrowed' from someone's father's collection also worked a treat. Hearing playground chat amongst more or less 'informed' friends, proved popular too.
Finding out officially what 'sex' was all about was mainly limited to the teachings of the Biology teacher who, if he/she were confident, would talk you through the reproductive cycle of humans or if not, would tell you how frogs and newts reproduced (not very useful and definitely not very sexy!). Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today's 14, or 15-year-olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet 'information' that can now be accessed by anyone that can type 'sex' into a search engine.
All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the late 1970s, early 1980s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters and in the UK (as is now) anyone over the age of 18 could buy and consume alcohol.
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Ch 5.
While Cassandra, our babysitter that the first four stories are about, was away at college studying hard and no doubt enjoying the extracurricular activities as well, my wife organised a few different babysitters to cover the time when our shifts overlapped at night. They were all middle-aged, friends of friends of my wife, some I knew and some I did not, and so there were no hints of impropriety with any of them.
After Cass and Nat, they would have had to be very special anyway, and none of them were, so when I got home from work on those days, I simply paid them the agreed rate and they left in their own cars. Life went back to normal, although I did somewhat miss seeing Cass.
I said at the beginning that Cass came from a large family, and I thought she enjoyed babysitting as it got her some peace and quiet to study uninterrupted. I didn't know much about the rest of the family, as my wife usually arranged the babysitter and talked with them.
"Pete," my wife said one morning, as we were having breakfast, "you remember Cass who used to babysit for us months ago?"
"Yes, of course," I answered warily, my guilty conscience alerting me to wonder what was coming next.
"Well, I saw her mother in the shops yesterday and she said that Helen was looking for a babysitting job."
"Oh, ok," I replied, quietly relieved that it wasn't something that was coming back to bite me. "Err, but who is Helen?" I asked, thinking it was probably another middle-aged friend.
"You must know, it's Cass' sister," she said, as if I should know all these details.
"Cass' sister?" I repeated, dumbly, "I didn't know she had one."
"Yes, for goodness' sake Pete, keep up, Helen is looking for a bit of spending money, so now that she has just turned 18 and often looks after her two younger brothers and a sister, her mom thinks she is responsible enough to do some babysitting."
"Ohh, I see."
"Good, at last, well I thought we might give her a chance, as she only lives around the corner and Cass was very good, wasn't she?"
I nearly choked on my cornflakes, "Ummm yes, she was, very good," I mumbled, trying to not blush at the thoughts going through my head.
"That's settled then, next time we need one, I'll see if she is free and see how she works out," she said, oblivious to my discomfort.
Cass' sister, I thought, goodness, Cass never mentioned her I don't think. I wonder what she is like I mused. I can't imagine Cass would have said anything to her about what we did, so it'll probably just be like any of the others we've had babysitting for us here.
How wrong can you be?
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It was about two weeks later, when I had more or less forgotten our conversation, that our shifts collided again, and my wife told me she had booked Helen to come over and babysit.
As usual, she would be at home to meet her, show her everything, and then go to work at the hospital. The babysitter would be home with our two children for about four hours, until I got home around 11:30 pm. In truth, as the children were still quite young, once they were in bed, there was little for the babysitter to do, as they usually slept right though now.
On arriving home that night, I parked the car on the drive and went into the house, curious as to what this Helen was like.
It was like deja-vu.
Helen was sitting on the sofa, her bare feet on the coffee table, quietly watching TV. However, she was nothing like Cass.
As she heard me enter the room, she muted the TV and stood up, all 5' 7''ish of her, a tall, thin, leggy blonde with the bluest eyes I think I have ever seen. I struggled to keep my jaw from dropping as I took in her micro-short skirt and fashionable boob-tube. It was clear that she had very small breasts, as the material stretched across where they should be, was almost flat.
"Hi," I said, "you must be Helen, I'm Pete."
She held out her hand for us to shake hands. What a polite girl I thought.
"Nice to meet you," she answered, with a lovely smile on her face. "The children have been fine; they've been no bother at all. I checked on them only a few minutes ago, fast asleep."
"That's good, I'll just pop up and see them if you can hang on for a few more moments."
"Yes of course," she said, sitting back down, but demurely sitting with her legs together, feet on the floor.
I went up to their room and just cracked the door, sure enough both were fast asleep. I was sure they would be, but I always did that when we had a babysitter looking after them.
Walking back into the living room, Helen was still sitting on the sofa and didn't make a move to stand up to leave.
I felt I ought to make a bit of small talk and acquaint myself with her a bit more.
"So, you're Cass' sister my wife said?"
"Yes, she is a few months older than me."
When she said 'a few months' I was slightly confused and was trying to do the maths. When Cass was babysitting for us, she had just turned 18, and that was several months ago, but nowhere near nine months. I was sure my wife had said that Helen was 18 too, so that didn't make sense.
"But you are sisters?" I asked.
