Free Twin Babysitters I: Sherry by Jodi Sylph Page A

was Thursday night and she started flipping
through the channels. Chris and Mark would be gone most of the
night, not getting back until after midnight, and it was just now
7pm. She ordered a pizza and thirty minutes later the doorbell
rang.
    Mark had left her a twenty to buy pizza, so
she had ordered a 2 liter jug of soda too; they only had wine. She
went to the kitchen and got a plate and served herself with a glass
of cola. “I could live like this,” she thought. In truth it was the
first pizza she had since she’d moved into the dorm, her mother was
a single mom and Sherry and Shelly were twin sisters going to
school together.
     
    She checked the clock and saw it was almost 9
now, and she got up the check the baby again. He was so cute. She
thought of the irony and how lucky this kid would be, “Rich
parents…must be nice.”
    She turned off the light and pulled the door
almost closed. As she walked to the couch, she reached down and
casually undid the button on her shorts. So damn tight , she
thought.
    She returned to channel flipping and ended up
in the movie channels, and as she flipped through a sex scene came
on the screen. She caught herself staring and then changed the
channel, feeling her cheeks heat up. When she was about 5 channels
from that one, she found another sex scene, but this time she kept
it on just a little longer.
    “I’ll stop if there’s another one,” she said
and hummed under her breath.
    Sure enough, three channels later, she came
across another one. She looked at the TV, and then looked at the
clock again, 9:20. Plenty of time , she thought.
    She put down the remote and leaned back into
the comfortable couch. It was leather and was worth more than the
car she shared with her sister. It felt great against her skin,
kind of tugging at it when she moved, like it was trying to hold on
to her.
    Anything would want to hold onto her, she
knew, she was actually stunning. What Mark didn’t see was what Mark
never noticed in girls, her face was pretty and her hair was blond
and she had legs and boobs. In truth, she was a vibrant female with
quite a history with boys.
    She slid her shorts down off her tanned legs,
and spread her legs open to reveal a glistening and tiny pussy. Her
delicate hands were moving down her breasts, both ample for her
frame, and teased the nipple through the tight little t-shirt. It’s
too bad Mark was gay…he was a sexy looking man.
    She pushed her hand down the flat of her
stomach, getting to her bellybutton and continuing south slowly,
making little circular motions on her skin to appease her until she
got her hand on her hot pussy. Oh it was hot too. The scene on the
TV had made her nice and moist; or was she moist pretending she
lived here?
    She had her eyes closed listening to the
sound on the TV, imaging Mark doing that to her, ravishing her,
intruding her, almost forcing he. She pulled her lips apart and
slid a finger into herself. She moaned as she did, feeling it slide
into her waiting pussy. He was so sexy. He was shorter, kind of
stocky, but built. There were pictures of him hanging all over the
place in tank tops and without his shirt on. He was hot, and so was
Chris for that matter, what would that be like…to make a gay man
want to fuck a girl?
    She jaw clenched as she felt it coming on.
She enjoyed the rush over her body, smooth and easily she moved her
left hand to her bra strap and undid the clasp. Her bra fell
against her and she quickly pulled it out of her shirt through her
sleeve. Then she went back to pushing her finger into her pussy.
This time she used two fingers. Her nipples were standing up and
her tits already seemed like they were going to bust through the
shirt. She kept looking down at them and now and then would raise
her left hand to squeeze her boob. Here it came, feeling the orgasm
build. She swore she could do it forever.
     
    Mark and Chris got home right at midnight and
walked into a flawless house. The dishes were all done, and