Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

A low, growly sound caught our attention and I flushed. “My stomach.”

“Hungry?” He moved his hand to cover my navel.

I nodded. “Starving. We didn’t have dinner.”

“Well we can’t have that.” He smiled. “And I’m about to die of dehydration myself. Let’s go scrounge.”

He rolled out of bed, holding his hand out to me. I slipped out from under Mrs. B’s arm, taking his hand and letting him help me stand.

“What about Mrs. B?” I looked back at her. She was sleeping, her hair falling over her face.

Doc put one knee on the bed, leaning over and brushing the hair out of her eyes, kissing her cheek and talking right into her ear. “Baby… Ronnie and I are hungry. Wanna come to the kitchen and get something with us?”

She murmured something unintelligible, rolling over to her other side, reaching back and pulling the comforter with her. He smiled and tucked it around her, kissing her hair.

“Guess not.” He grabbed his boxer briefs from a pile of clothes and tugged them on. He noticed me standing there with my arms crossed over my chest. I was a little cold, and a lot shy now, all of a sudden.

“Here you go.” He smiled and picked his t-shirt up off the floor, tossing it to me. I followed him out the door, pulling the dark material over my head. It hung to mid-thigh on me, and it smelled like him.

Mrs. B always left the light over the stove on so we could see our way to the kitchen. Doc opened the fridge, grabbing the milk carton and drinking straight from it. I made a face and snorted when his eyes skipped to mine. He lowered the carton, grinning as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

“Sorry,” he apologized, putting it back and grabbing a glass out of the cupboard.

I just rolled my eyes and said, “Ew,” opening the fridge back up. My stomach was really making noise now. Doc was standing at the sink with the water running, just drinking glass after glass. He was swallowing continuously but the angle of the glass made it come so fast his mouth couldn’t contain it all and it dribbled out the sides.

“Thirsty?” I teased him, finding a ripe peach in the fruit basket next to the fridge and taking a bite while I rummaged. It was juicier than I expected and I tried to catch it before it ran down my chin onto Doc’s shirt.

“Hungry?” Doc teased back, putting his glass back down on the counter and burping loudly.

“Ew!” I said again through a mouthful of peach flesh, rolling my eyes. “Gross!”

He chuckled as the peach juice filled my cupped hand and he tore off a paper towel, handing it to me. I reached for it, but he pulled his hand back with a grin.

“Hey!” I swallowed my next bite of peach. I couldn’t stop eating it. My stomach was protesting too loudly. “Gimme that.”

“Come get it.” He held it above his head.

“Doc!” I reached for it, but he was much too tall for me. I jumped once, trying to grab it and he laughed, keeping it just high enough that I couldn’t quite get it.

“You’re enjoying this!” I made a face at him.

He laughed again. “Hell yeah, I am.”

Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me close, his mouth covering mine. It felt strange, standing in the kitchen and kissing this way with Mrs. B sleeping upstairs. He licked at my lips, my chin, my neck where all the peach juice had spread.

“Doc…”

His mouth reached the hollow of my throat, lapping at the sweetness there.

“Hmm?” His tongue was dipping below the neckline of the t-shirt, his hands lifting it in back.

“I’m still hungry,” I protested with a laugh, pushing at him with one hand, my other still holding the dripping peach.

He groaned, looking at me and licking his lips. “Me, too. And you’re sweet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please!”

Smiling, he reached around me and opened the fridge while I devoured the rest of the peach. He started pulling things out.

“Gotta have some protein.” He put lunchmeat and cheese onto the counter. “Keep your energy up.”

“Ha.” I snorted, tossing the peach pit in the garbage under the sink and washing my hands. “Very funny.”

“Ok, then, gotta keepmy energy up.” He looked back at me with a grin as I wiped my face and neck with a wet paper towel. “I’ve got two beautiful women in my bed now.”

I flushed and was glad that the stove light wasn’t too bright. “I’m still hungry.”

“Well, eat!” He waved his hand at the spread on the counter.

I grabbed a slice of ham and a slice of cheese, rolling them together. Doc was making some sort of sandwich, stacking piles of lunchmeat and cheese on bread as I watched.

“Who are you-Dagwood?” I laughed, finishing my first ham and cheese roll-up and making another.

“You’re too young to remember Dagwood.” He was squirting mustard on the mess.

I smiled. “Yeah, it’s an ancient history reference.”

He groaned. “Thanks. I’ll have you know, I’m too young to remember Dagwood.”

“Age is a matter of mind,” I quipped, finishing my second ham and cheese roll. “I don’t mind, so it doesn’t matter.”

He looked over at me, smiling but there was something else there, and then asked casually, “Are you ok?”

The question stopped me. I didn’t know how to answer-I didn’t know the answer.

“I think so.” I filled a glass with milk and took a long drink. He bit into his sandwich, still standing at the counter, just watching me.

“If you’re not, will you tell me?” He swallowed. I noticed some mustard at the corner of his mouth. Somehow his question made me feel warm and soft in the middle.

“Yeah.” I nodded, reaching out and touching the dab of mustard with my finger. “You’ve got something-”

He caught my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist. I smiled, and he kissed up a little higher, and higher still, his eyes on mine.

“Who are you, now-Gomez?” I laughed as he set his sandwich down and kissed fast up to my elbow.

“Tish!” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You spoke French!”

I giggled as he kissed higher up my arm, over my shoulder.

“No, I didn’t!” I felt his lips on my neck. His hands slipped behind me, moving under my shirt.

“I still can’t resist you.” He kissed me, tasting like mustard and bologna on rye and I put my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe to press myself against him. His fingers gripped my ass, pulling me up to him as our mouths slanted together, his tongue moving with mine.

“Now, I’m hungry.” His voice was low as he kissed his way back down my neck, lifting my t-shirt, and I let him pull it off over my head.

“God you’re something.” He looked at me for a moment, shaking his head a little and smiling. The he grabbed my bottom and lifted me, squealing, to the opposite counter, setting me up on it.

“What are you doing?” I smiled, my eyes dipping down past the top elastic band of his boxer-briefs and seeing the bulge there. It made something in my belly tighten.

“I told you.” He sank to his knees on the tile in front of me. “I’m hungry.”

“Doc…” My hand moved through his hair as his palms spread my thighs. “We can’t-”

He pulled me forward, hooking my legs over his shoulders, breathing me in.

“Spread it for me.” His breath was hot against my mound. Biting my lip, I did as I was told, reaching down and opening my lips with two fingers. He made an “mmm” sound and looked up at me.

“Show me,” he said. “Play with your pussy.”

I slipped my finger over to my clit, rubbing it a little, pressing the hood up and down, back and forth. It was only a few moments before everything there began to tingle and I was making a soft “mmm” sound, too.