‘Baby’sitting

“Corinne.” you ground your teeth.

“It’s been a long time!” the bubbly blond beamed. Daniela tossed you a Sharpie, as she already knew everything about Corinne. You wrote your name on her arm, and grinned maliciously.

“Corinne, you’re going to strip naked, but pretend like everything’s fine.” you said, and she instantly complied. See, Corinne was the first girl you ever had a crush on. She was one of Daniela’s close friends, and you’d shyly asked her out, and been publicly humiliated by her. Daniela had gotten into a huge fight with her, and that was that. Now, you had this ability, and you were going to make Corinne’s life hell.

“It was great seeing you again!” Corinne enthused. Daniela laughed and nodded. You wrote out the address of Claire’s tattoo parlor.

“You’re going to go there, Corinne. And you’re going to walk. If anybody compliments you, or makes a comment about you that’s flattering or crude, sexual humor, you’re going to give them oral pleasure. Every single one. But only oral. When you get to the tattoo parlor, ask for Claire, and show her your right arm.” you ordered, and your naked tormentor left. Daniela high-fived you.

Mara leaned forwards.

“Damn, man. What did that girl do to you?” she grinned.

“That’s my business. But a fair warning to you.” you winked.

———

2 DAYS LATER...

You were lounging on Elena’s couch, watching porn, when there was a knock on the door. You turned off the TV, and went to answer it as Elena strolled out of the kitchen.

Since moving in with your ‘wife’ officially, you’d written your name on the wall and made a rule: all of-age female guests have to be topless when they enter the house. Elena didn’t have to follow the rule, but she enjoyed it. Daniela seemed to prefer the comfort of a shirt, and you weren’t going to argue. (A/N My excuse for why Daniela doesn’t have topless pictures. Real reason is her model doesn’t do nudes. Whoops.)

“Hello?” you answered the door. It was one of Elena’s friends.

“Oh! You’re topless.” the woman gasped when she saw Elena. You pointed to the rule board Elena had gifted you.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know!” the woman groveled.

“It’s fine. Just take it off now.” you soothed. She sighed, relieved. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed aside her bra.

“Nice!” you grinned.

“So, why are you here?” the topless woman asked you.

“Oh, I married him. We’re living together now.” Elena beamed. She rubbed her stomach.

“I’m pregnant.” she beamed.

“Elena, wow! That’s so exciting!” the woman enthused.

“I don’t recall your name?” you prompted.

“Oh! I’m Veronica Black. But everyone calls me Vee.” the woman smiled.

“Seth Faust.” you introduced yourself.

“Mom! What the hell is taking so long?!” a gorgeous teen stomped into the house.

She gaped at the topless Elena and Vee.

“There’s a rule, all guests have to be topless.” Vee pointed out the rule board to her daughter.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” the girl gasped.

“Don’t worry about it.” you soothed as she tore off her shirt and tossed aside her bra.

“Damn.” Elena sighed. Veronica cleared her throat.

“So, Elena. I came to ask you a huge favor. Can you watch Natalie for me? I mean, she’s 18, but last time she was alone, she snuck out for a house party. I’m going on an overnight trip for work, and need to know she’s doing the right thing.” Veronica begged her friend. You wrapped an arm around Elena.

“We’ll handle it.” you promised Veronica. She threw her arms around the two of you, seemingly forgetting her incredible tits were bare. You rubbed her back, and she collected her clothes, kissed her daughter, Natalie, on the cheek, and dashed out of the house. Natalie crossed her arms over her cute tits.

“So. Is anybody else here?” she said sourly.

“My niece, my daughter, and my son.” Elena answered.

“Actually, Jaime’s at a friend’s house, but he’ll be back in an hour.” you amended. Elena nodded.

“Fine. How old’s your niece?” Natalie asked.

“18.” Elena said.

“I can take you to see her.” you offered.

“Sure.” Natalie sighed. Elena headed upstairs while you led the topless girl through the house onto the back porch where Camila lay, reading.

“Oh! Hi, Uncle Seth!” she beamed, and hugged you. You admired her topless body.

“This is Natalie. She’s staying with us tonight.” you introduced.

“Hey.” Natalie said flatly. Camila offered a smile, but Natalie turned away.