Ray Mills - Spread wide babysitter

"I'm underage," Jondra said. "You know that. And I don't want you to get drunk at all."

But as she looked into his eyes and saw the pain there and thought of her own foolishness moments ago in the bathroom, she was very temped to join him, underage or not. She could drink at least one, just to help her forget about everything for a while. And to help him forget. She knew he would probably want to talk about what a bitch Carol was to do this to him. And Jondra wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there.

Long ago she had suspected that something like this would happen. Her female instincts had told her that Carol was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be happy with only one man at a time. Look who's talking, she thought, with a quick flush of shame. Maybe it takes one to know one.

But maybe it was time for her to play it straight with her brother. She would try not to say "I told you so," but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get her mind off that embarrassing fiasco she had had in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again. "What kind of party is it with only one drunk?"

"You know I'm not used to drinking," she warned him. "But why not? If I fall asleep, you promise not to mind?"

"If you fall asleep, I'll just put you to bed and flake out on the sofa."

"You don't have to, do that," Jondra said. "You can sleep in morn and dad's bed since they're not home."

They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Jondra sat on the sofa and Eric in one of the easy chairs. He began to tell her about Carol's fun and games, how she had not only been fucking around behind his back, but fucking one of his best friends.

Jondra listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. Even though she sipped the Scotch slowly, it still made her remarkably warm and tingly. No wonder people like this stuff, she thought, feeling a little giddy. As time wore on, she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery.

It was hard enough to keep the skirt of it over her thighs and knees, but even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved, it loosened more. Her firm, up thrusting tits pushed against the front part of her robe until the lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of the smooth upper slopes of her tits.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling smoothly against the skin of her inner thighs when she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse and getting up to change, but it felt so good and she was so warm and giddy from the Scotch, that she really couldn't decide. In front of her own brother, she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed. He was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal of him that he hardly paid Jondra the slightest attention.

After a while, as Eric droned on and on about Carol's infidelities, Jondra really didn't hear him any more. The unfamiliar sensations provided by the liquor dropped her into a kind of pleasant trance. The feelings of sexual arousal that she had kindled in her body prior to Eric's arrival seemed to revive. She smiled dreamily, enjoying the warm, distant throbbing in her cunt, the achy pulsing in her nipples.

She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she drifted back toward conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped. Then she saw his eyes. She saw that he was stuck in some kind of trance too. She saw him staring at her, but not at her face. No, he was staring lower, at her body. Jondra glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming. The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her crotch hair.

Flushing with embarrassment, Jondra quickly tried to regain control of her wits. She pulled the robe shut.

"Oh, I… I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked quietly, his eyes briefly focusing again as the satin closed across her naked body.

"Eric!" Jondra said, as if to shame him. Rut her voice was not convincing.

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister."

Once, as a kid, she had passed the door to his room and glimpsed him undressed. He had brazenly stared right back at her while she watched his thick, ropey, adolescent prick fill with blood, jumping and twitching. What must his cock be like now that he is a man? Jondra thought, hating herself for thinking it. Quickly she banished the thought from her mind. She was sorry she had ever remembered that incident from long ago.

I've got to stop it! she thought. He's got to stop it too!

Eric shook his head as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at her. "That's right. You are my sister. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute it was hard to think of you that way."

"Eric…"

"You're so beautiful, Jondra."

"Eric. I think we'd better change the subject. Did I tell you I've been babysitting lately? Picking up a lot of extra money for college? Hm, did I tell you that?"

Jondra's blood was thundering against her ears. Her skim was hot and prickly. Her mind was in a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again. They were both a little drunk, herself especially since she had never even tasted Scotch before. But if anyone was going to take charge, she could see it would have to be her.

"I think you did mention something about it," Eric said.

His eyes drifted down to her legs, where the skirts of her robe were again falling away from her naked creamy thighs. Acting firmly, Jondra tightened the sash of her robe and stood up.

"I think I'd better change. Get into something else. Don't you?" she said.

"No." Eric grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but dead serious.

"I mean," Jondra's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of…" But she couldn't go on.

"Of what?"

"You know very well what."

She looked down at her brother and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.

"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and…"

He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Jondra had not budged a step since she had stood up.

"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his calm irony.

"No, you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."

"Why should I?" God, Jondra thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him. I'm just making it worse.

"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."

"Lovelier than Carol?" Jondra whispered softly, growing more ashamed of herself by the second.

For the first time, she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there. I should have taken a babysitting job after all, she thought with a mild twinge of panic. This is getting dangerous.

"Lovelier than anybody. I swear," Eric said.

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all."

"You won't touch?"

Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any more. "Promise," he said.