The Babysitter - Part 1 (Patreon)

All characters involved in sexual scenes are 18+

Part 1 of 2

Want to know what's more infuriating than having to spend your Friday night babysitting your little brother at eighteen-years-old? Being babysat at eighteen-years-old.

I guess I don't really blame my parents for not trusting me. I'd certainly given them plenty of reasons not to, but it didn't make the whole thing any less humiliating.

Dad refused to leave me alone in the house anymore since the party the last time, so when he and my mom were invited to some dumb work party, the first thing he did was call a fucking babysitter. A babysitter!

I was admittedly a grouchy little shit about the entire thing, but wouldn't you be? I mean, how embarrassing for me, but no matter how much I begged and promised, dad had made his mind up, and I had to simply get over it. What I didn't have to do however, was be happy about it.

The only silver lining that I kept in my head in the days leading up to it, was that maybe, just maybe, the chick would be some tall, hot blond and as soon as my brother went to bed, I'd somehow get to bang her. An entirely unlikely situation given that, regardless of the wild stories I'd told my friends, I'd never even seen a pair of tits in real life.

Friday evening arrived, and mom and dad were bustling around the house getting ready whilst I lay lazily in the living room throwing little balls of paper at my increasingly frustrated brother. He was only nine, which was the perfect age to coax into a full on meltdown.

"Jamie can you please stop tormenting your brother" mom sighed as she rushed by us, but I ignored her.

"JAMIE!" Dad bellowed, and I rolled my eyes as my brother turned purple with anger.

I didn't really get on too well with my dad. He was a real asshole sometimes, ex-military too, so he had that stupid deep voice that he thought he could rule the world with.

"The babysitter will be here in a few minutes" mom said as she put an earring in, "at least try to look slightly less miserable".

"I'm not miserable, mom" Theo grinned, and my mom kissed him on the forehead and glared at me.

"I know you're not, sweetie" she said coldly, and I rolled my eyes again.

"Well I'm going out" I informed her, "I'm not staying in here to get my fucking diaper changed by some dumb bitch".

Before mom could open her mouth to scold me, dad had already rushed toward me, his finger pointed and his jaw clenched.

"That's where you're wrong, son" he growled, so low that only I could hear him, "I'm not spending my night waiting for a phone call from the police to say you've gotten yourself arrested again. You'll stay right here and if I so much as hear that you've been any trouble, that car you love so much is gone! Do I make myself clear?"

"Dad! You can't just–"

"I can, and I will. Now, do I make myself clear?"

I glared back at him, feeling just the way I'd made Theo feel a few minutes earlier, and sighed.

"Fine".

He stood up, fixed his suit jacket and glanced at me once more.

"And watch your fucking language!"

The doorbell rang about thirty minutes later, but I was already upstairs. Regardless of how hot the babysitter was, I was going to stay in my room for the night. A form of protest, indeed.

I heard some low chatter in the hallway, most likely my dad warning her about the feral teenager in his pit upstairs, and then a moment later my mom called out.

"Jamie, come downstairs and introduce yourself, please".

I wanted to punch the wall. I wasn't in the mood to introduce myself to anyone, but I knew that my dad would take two stairs at a time if I didn't. This bitch had better be hot.

I yanked open the door as loudly as I could. How else would everyone know how angry I was? Then took the stairs just as violently, until I reached the hall and stopped dead.

I'd been right about one thing, the babysitter was a tall blond, but it wasn't a chick that looked down at me.

"Tristan" the young, muscular man smiled, and extended his hand.

I gawped at him, then at my dad who was grinning deviously, and my mom who was kissing Theo goodbye. Dad nudged me in the arm and I took Tristan's hand and almost yelped as he squeezed it.

"If this one gives you any trouble tonight, Tristan" dad said quietly, "give me a call. We've already discussed it, though, so everything should be fine".

I clenched my teeth and secretly rubbed my crushed hand behind my back.

"Oh don't worry, Mr. Nickels" Tristan said, "there won't be any trouble tonight". He stared at me, and I gulped.

I wasn't afraid of him. Sure, he was about six foot five and built like a fucking refrigerator, but so what? He was probably just some dumb steroid using college frat boy. If he thought that he was going to have an easy ride, he was very much mistaken.

By the time mom and dad had said their goodbyes and added more warnings for me, Tristan and Theo were already in the living room watching television. I stood in the doorway with my arms folded and a chip on my shoulder.

"He has to be in bed by nine" I remarked, but I wasn't sure why.

Tristan looked back over his shoulder. He reminded me of an Australian surfer, which was dumb because we were in America, and he was clearly American.

"And what time do you have to be in bed by?" He asked, and I was sure there was a hint of sarcasm in there. Theo giggled, but I glared.

I considered going back up to my room and staying there until this guy went home, but now I felt like I  had to have the last word. This asshole wasn't going to come into my house and make fun of me like that. I stormed over to the armchair and threw myself in it, but Tristan didn't even look.

"Isn't this a girl's job?" I asked, rather childishly, "what guy wants to babysit?"

"Your dad was my sergeant in the military" he replied, "I guess he thought I was the right man for the job".

I gulped again. That made sense. God, my dad was such an asshole.

As the hours ticked by, I found myself getting more and more irritated by Tristan's presence. He was one of those douchebags that seemed to be good at everything. Theo clearly loved him, and laughed at all his stupid jokes, and even when Tristan told him to go to bed at nine, my brother didn't even bitch and moan like he usually did, he just went.

"You can go now" I told him, "I don't need you to babysit me".

The young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, glanced over at me and smiled.

"What?" I growled.

"It's funny" he told me, "when your dad called, he didn't ask me to come here to babysit Theo, he asked me to come here to keep an eye on you".

My cheeks flashed red and I looked back at the tele. What an asshole.

"Seems like you've got an attitude problem" he continued, and I lowered my brow, "aren't you a bit old to be a stroppy teenager?"

"Yeah, and I'm a bit old to have a babysitter, so why don't you just fuck off?"

Tristan laughed, but I don't know what was so funny. He picked up the remote, turned the television off and watched me.

"What?!" I snapped, "turn it back on!"

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He asked, a satisfied glimmer in his eye as my heart began to beat a little faster.

"What? No! Fuck no, I've fucked lots of bitches" I lied, and Tristan scoffed.

"Any guy who has had sex with a girl and isn't a complete asshole doesn't call them 'bitches'" he told me, "so either you're a virgin or you're an asshole, which is it?"

I stuttered over myself for a moment. Fuck!

"I'm an asshole" I shrugged.

"Well, bro" Tristan sighed, "whatever you are, you need to grow up".

"Fuck you, man" I spat, "you don't know me".

"I know you enough to know that you're a spoiled little brat who needs to stop acting like a tough guy and pretending he's something he's not".

I balled my fists. Who the fuck was this guy to come into my house and talk to me like that?

"What?" He smirked, "you want to hit me?"

I didn't answer him.

"Well hit me then, tough guy" he said, and stood up. Holy shit, he was big. "Come on, stand up like a big man and hit me".

The mountain of a man walked toward me, and if I hadn't peed earlier, I probably would have done it in my pants, but how could I let him treat me like this? I had no choice.

I stood up sheepishly, but kept my fists clenched. This was going to hurt. Me, not him.

"Go on then" he nodded, and leaned down, pointing at his chin. "Give it your best shot, tough guy".

My breathing became rapid as I stood there with my fist clenched and my heart pounding. I'd never hit anybody in my life, and I really didn't want to start with a bodybuilding army guy. I held my breath, considered what would happen, and then sighed. I couldn't do it.

Tristan shoved me back onto the chair and grinned down at me.

"Sit down, kid" he spat.

"Don't touch me!" I barked, standing back up, but he pushed me down again.

"I said don't touch me!"

I stood once more, and once more, Tristan threw me back onto the chair, but this time I grabbed his shirt, and somehow dragged him with me. His heavy, muscular body landed on top of mine, and for a moment, the two of us were inches from each other, and I could smell his deodorant.

He didn't move. I couldn't move. And we simply stared at each other in the dark.

"Now it makes sense" he whispered, his lips close to mine.

I was frozen in place, but something about feeling his warm breath on my face was... Well, I don't know what it was doing, but suddenly I wasn't too bothered about moving anymore.

His lips pressed against mine, and an explosion of chaos burst through me. What the fuck was he doing?! I wasn't gay! I'd never even looked at another guy like that before, yet there was something magical about the feeling inside me as Tristan's tongue pushed into my mouth.

"What are you doing?!" I gasped, pulling away, and Tristan stood back up.

"Fixing your attitude problem" he grinned, and I watched in awe as the handsome young man peeled off his t-shirt and threw it aside.