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Jessica's Live-In Babysitter - Part 6
by CutePatti
Becky was walking past Jessie's bedroom as Jessie came skipping out. "K
mom...I'm off to the store. A dozen eggs coming up. Omlettes...yummy." She
said humming. Becky saw Sam sitting on Jessie's bed and stuck her head
inside the room. "Don't you dare think I don't know what you two have been
up to," She said to him. Sam panicked...thinking she may have overheard
the scene that had just transpired. "Uh...well it's really not what you
think," he quickly responded thinking he needed to try to deflect
admitting to what actually happened.
"Yeah, right Sam. Are you going to stick with that line? How many times
have I told you to watch out for Jessica. She is manipulating you, I'm
sure of that. And if you keep letting her she won't stop until she has you
completely under her control. I saw how my laundry was folded on my bed
and I know for sure that Jessica is never that careful with my clothes.
She never folds them the way you do. And I know you are the one who did
the laundry today. So tell me I'm wrong." She was staring at him.
Wow, he thought, thank god she didn't overhear what he thought she did.
"OK, you got me dead to rights. Yes, I did the laundry but I did it
because I wanted to. Jessie had some other things to do and I wasn't
busy...so I did it. And I really didn't mind. Honestly. After all...I'm
here to help out, ya know." "Look, we all agreed to the rules..and the
rules detail when one of us is supposed to do certain things. When it's
Jessica's turn to do the laundry I want HER doing it. Not you. You are way
too easy on her. If you keep this up she'll not be doing anything around
here. So..do you want to be her servant? That's what she's laying out for
you because she knows how to handle you and your weaknesses. Honestly,
Sam. You need to stand up to her and not just be her whipping boy." She
shook her head as she walked downstairs to start dinner.
He just sat there for a few moments thinking of what she had said to him
about Jessie. Being under her control...manipulating him...being her
servant...weaknesses...whipping boy. He tried to keep it in the
perspective that Becky had meant. And he knew she was right. But, of
course, she didn't have any idea what she was saying was correct in other
ways too. All those same words when said in a different perspective were
what he knew was happening between he and Jessie. Yes, he did need to be
less of a push-over when it came to the rules and household chores. But he
also knew that things had changed dramatically only a few minutes ago. And
he wondered if he could have any upper-hand at all with Jessie now.
At the dinner table that evening everything seemed normal but there was an
unspoken tension that Sam was feeling as Jessie kept eyeing him and
smiling. Of course Becky didn't notice and even if she did she had no idea
what the meaning was. "Wow...my birthday is just a few days from now. Mom,
I know something I really really need. A new pair of sneaks. See....these
are so old and dirty and well sort of don't smell too good anymore. So I
think I need a new pair so I can just give these away. haha," She was
holding her foot up so her mom could see.
"Jessica, you didn't take care of those the way you should have, Of course
they need to be replaced. You never wore socks with those and I told you
over and over again to wear socks because your feet sweat so bad. So now
see what happened. And give them away to who? Are you serious? Not even a
charity would want those smelly things. The trash is where they belong.
Yes, you do need a new pair and I hope this time you'll take better care
of them." Becky said. "Well, mom, you're right. But you never
know....there may be some poor unfortunate person who would love to have
even my stinky old sneaks. Haha." Jessie teased and looked Sam straight in
the eyes. Becky just rolled hers.
A few days later after Becky had left for work Jessie told Sam they needed
to talk. "We have so much to talk about, ya know what I mean?" "Yeah,
Jessie. I know. But I think maybe we should just sort of let things go as
they are. We did some things that weren't right. I mean especially because
of your age. I'm sorry you had to find out about my....well...you know.
But, still, we shouldn't be doing things like that together. We both need
to keep certain private matters to ourselves. I wouldn't want to intrude
on things that are private with you, so why don't we just forget what
happened...and you, your mom and I just have fun and a good life
together."
"Well that sounds just oh so goody-goody to me but I'm afraid we've gone
way beyond that now, Sam. You seem to forget that I didn't intrude on your
private things...you were intruding on my private things. Like my sneaks.
My sneaks are mine...not yours. But you were in my room, masturbating with
my own private sneaks. You did that...and you did it in MY room. So don't
you think that is intruding on my private things? Yeah, maybe if I hadn't
caught you doing what you did then we could just have a fun and good life.
But I did catch you. And I caught you really good didn't I? Huh, Sam?
Didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did catch me. And I said I was sorry and tried to explain to
you why I did what I did. But it was a one time thing and it will never
happen again. Can't you see how difficult this will make things between us
if you don't just let this go. People make mistakes and I made a big one.
Just forgive me and please let's move on. OK?" Sam was pleading with her.
"Just move on? I should just forget it? OK...let's see...you were in my
room....masturbating with my sneaks...putting your cum in them. I walk
in...all I wanted to do was get my sneaks so I could go to the store...I
put my foot in my sneak and get YOUR cum all over my foot. And I'm just
supposed to forget it because you're sorry and will never do it again?
Hmmm...let me think. No...I don't think I can do that, Sam. Because I
think you are lying to me. I think you will do it again...and again. And I
think you need someone to help you with your little problem...or your
little fetish as you call it. So, I'm here to help whether you like it or
not. So get used to it. You started it and I'm going to continue it."
"But what about your mom. Remember, the three of us are living together.
We can't have this going on and just pretend like things are ok. Like
things are normal," he said. "Normal...NORMAL, Sam? Are you friggin'
serious? Normal? You think it's normal for a 33 year old guy to masturbate
with a 9th grade girl's sneaks? And do it in her room? You are so freakin'
funny, Sam. And you think you can just stop? Tell me how...how you can
stop when you're living with me. When my sneaks will always be around for
you. I'm just wondering what else you may be doing in my room when I don't
know it. But you know what? I'm going to find out. And you won't have to
sneak around anymore because I'm glad I caught you. And I'm going to have
fun with you. And mom? Don't worry about mom. She has no clue and won't
have. So stop making excuses and saying you're sorry. You're NOT sorry,
Sam. Pathetic, maybe...but not sorry. You're just sorry you got caught."
"Now I want to ask you about something I found in your room. Oh gosh...I
was sneaking around in your room, Sam. In YOUR private things. Uh oh. And
I've done it several times in the last few days ever since I caught you.
Oh my...I'm SO sorry. Can we just forget about it? Haha. But at least I
wasn't masturbating with your shoes. Yeah, Sam, I DO masturbate. I may be
just a silly flaky young girl...but I do like to masturbate. But not like
you do. I am NORMAL when I masturbate. And I do it when and where I won't
get caught. Jeez. Yeah, I've found lots of private things in your room.
And seen some interesting places you like to visit on the web. Don't you
know you should be more careful with your laptop when there are curious
people living with you. Good thing it's me that's curious and not
mom.Yeah, Sam. I've learned a lot in the last few days."
"Anyway, tell me about this thing. I've never seen anything like it." And
she held up a device that Sam knew well. A device that had given him a lot
of pleasure. And a device that a young girl should no nothing about. "It
says on it that it's an Electro-Jack. It sure is a weird looking thing.
Lots of wires and straps and some kind of dial thingy with buttons and
switches on it. So tell me about this private thing of yours, Sam." Sam
was totally stunned. His face went white. He just sat there and looked at
her holding it unable to speak.
"Oh...poor baby. Wow, I'll bet I wasn't supposed to find this, huh? I'm so
sorry. But...too late. I found it. And it's OK. You don't have to explain.
I already know. I just did a google search for Electro-Jack and found out
everything about it. I guess you use this when my sneaks aren't available
to you, is that right? You are so unreal, Sam. So friggin' unreal. Now I
know why you don't have a girlfriend. You don't need one. And maybe this
is why mom dumped you? Does she know this stuff about you? Probably not or
she wouldn't have you living here now. But you know what? You are so
pathetic. I feel sorry for you. A guy your age should have a girlfriend,
but no...you only need a fourteen year old girl's sneaks...or this thing.
When you told me you were weak I wasn't sure what you meant. But now I do.
You aren't man enough to have or keep a girlfriend. But why should you
when you have my sneaks and this thing? Most girls wouldn't want a
pathetic pervert like you. But, you have me now. I'm not a girlfriend I
know and would never want to be your girlfriend...ick...but, still, I
think it's a girl like me that you really want and need."
"OK....anyway, so do you use this thing when you sit at your laptop
reading your little stories..and looking at the pictures? You must get a
real charge out of it. Haha. Get it, Sam? A charge? Jeez. So you like
looking at little boys who want to be little girls? Or even bigger guys
who like to be little girls? You like that, do you Sam? Wow, I'll bet you
must have really liked looking at the pics I showed you of Brian wearing
my cheer uniform. Did you, huh? Don't you wish you would have had this
thing on when you were looking at my boyfriend dressed up so cute? When
you do that do you pretend it's you that's dressed up that way? Dressed
like a little girl? Have you ever dressed that way or do you just like
looking? Maybe I better lock my bedroom door because it could be you want
to use more than just my sneaks. Is that right? Like that guy did in your
web pics when his daughter caught him and spanked him. You sure like that
one, don't you? You have it as a favorite. He sure was cute in her frilly
clothes wasn't he? Bet he thought he wouldn't get caught either. Haha."
Sam was numb. Listening to Jessie telling him that she knew almost
everything about him was like he was dreaming or in a trance. He didn't
know whether to scream at her, or cry or what to do. So he just sat there.
"You sure aren't saying much, Sam. I'm asking you lots of questions and
you don't answer. How am I going to understand if you won't talk to me."
She wasn't letting up even though she knew he was totally humiliated and
embarrassed.
"Oh...I just had an idea, Sam. An idea of a way to maybe get you to talk
to me. Since you won't tell me the truth maybe we need something that will
help you to do that. Sort of like a lie detector. Hmmmm...a lie detector
has lots of wires and dials, switches and buttons, ya know? A lot like
this Electro-Jack machine. I'll tell you what. We'll do that. We'll wire
you up to it and I'll be the technician. I'll ask you lots of questions
while I turn the dial and push the buttons and then maybe you will talk
and I can get the truth out of you. OK? Wow, I am so smart. This is going
to be fun, don't you think?"
End of Part 6
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