Four years ago, my son - Ethan, was born. We needed a babysitter for those times when we went out or would be late returning from work. We had a neighbor's girl named Jules that was highly recommended and mature for her 14-years of age. She really hit it off with Ethan, and he absolutely loved her.
About two years ago my wife abandoned Ethan and me, leaving us to have to rely more on Jules than I’d have liked. Ethan took it in stride, and Jules seemed to thrive on it. She spent more and more time at our home than she did at her own. So much so that we had set up a room just for her.
Recently her family had decided to move to a different state. I had come home to find her crying on the couch because she was going to have to leave with her family but had wanted to finish off the school year here and then go to a local college. I offered to allow her to stay at my home and help around in place of room and board. I spoke with her parents, and they seemed okay with the idea.
Once Jules was fully settled into the house we seemed to establish a good rhythm. Immediately after school Jules would pick Ethan up from daycare and bring him home. I’d arrive a short while later. We’d share the kitchen duties and eventually put Ethan to bed. It was after that that issues began to arise.
Jules was used to wearing a minimal amount of clothing at her home. Now that she was living with us she seemed to feel comfortable enough to begin the same practice. It was always after Ethan went to bed and it was becoming quite disconcerting to me.
Here was a vivacious 18-year-old girl wearing little to no clothing. My comments to her only made her laugh and comment on how “old” I was acting. Her outfits ranged from sheer robes to short skirts or shorts that her tight ass cheeks would peek out from.
It had been a couple of years since I had been intimate with a woman, and problems in my shorts were becoming a nightly occurrence now. I was now beginning to see her in a sexual manner for the first time…and this was causing me quite a bit of guilt.
I had been called out of town for a few days due to my job. Jules said that she’d take care of Ethan and the house so off I went. When I got the opportunity to get a flight home a day early, I jumped at the chance. I got home late and knew that both Ethan and Jules would be in bed, so I quietly entered the house and headed for my room.
Imagine my surprise to find Jules in my room with candles lit. She lay naked face down on the bed. She had headphones were on, and her fingers were under her. She was totally oblivious as she strummed her clitoris.