The Babysitter Rules

Veronica Avluv stared at Ella Knox and scowled. The babysitter wore a dress cut so low her tits threatened to spill, and her makeup screamed trouble. "No boys," Veronica snapped. Ella swore she was staying in. Satisfied, or pretending to, Veronica finally left. The moment the door clicked, her stepdaughter slipped into the room. Alina Lopez paused, taking in the view. Ella's pretty face looked even better up close. Alina dropped onto the couch, close enough to breathe in Ella's perfume. She said hello with her eyes first, then her fingertips brushed Ella's bare thigh. Ella tried to focus on her book, but Alina's hand kept traveling. She slid closer, pressed her lips to Ella's neck, and told her she'd wanted this all week. Ella whispered that she should stop. Her cheeks burned red while her body refused to move away. Alina kept working—fingers tracing bra straps, tongue sliding over her ear—until Ella's breath caught and the book slid to the floor. Panties followed. Alina pushed Ella onto her back and buried her face between spread thighs, licking slow and deep. Juice coated her chin. Ella moaned, grabbing fistfuls of Alina's hair. Neither heard the front door open until Veronica cleared her throat from the bedroom doorway. The girls froze. Ella scrambled for her dress, apologizing. Alina stayed cool. "She's jealous," she told Ella. "Ask her. She's the one who keeps talking about how hot you are." Ella looked at Veronica, whose stare had gone hungry instead of angry. Before the woman could lie, Ella kissed her hard, slipping her tongue between Veronica's parted lips. A low sound escaped Veronica's throat. Clothes disappeared. Veronica shoved Ella onto the bed and spread her open with both hands, licking the same wet cunt her stepdaughter had tasted minutes earlier. Alina straddled Ella's face so she could ride the babysitter's tongue while watching her stepmother feast. They switched places often, trading turns until Ella came with her mouth full of Veronica and Alina's fingers deep inside her. By the time sunlight faded, all three lay tangled, sweat-slick, and too spent to move.