BOBBY'S BABY SITTER

Cynthia was a pretty teenager. At seventeen she was
 popular both with classmates and her neighbors. Her
 athletic body and vivacious personality made her fun
 to be around, everyone liked her and watched her excel
 at everything she did.

 An over achiever, Cynthia was a top grade earner,
 excelling at school and sports, as well as being a
 hard worker after school. Cynthia was always available
 to baby-sit for family and friends. All the neighbors
 sought out the pretty teen because she was so respon-
 sible. 

 The mothers loved having her watch their children be-
 cause they could go away secure in the feeling that
 their children were safe. The fathers just plain liked
 to look at the pretty girl when they came home after a
 night out with their spouse. Many a man fantasized
 about Cynthia; the pretty blonde teenager.

 Although Cynthia's schedule was jammed with all the
 extra curricular activities of an active teen, she
 always made time to baby-sit her neighbor's young
 children. The Evens' had two beautiful kids, everyone
 said so.

 Merna was a cute 3 year-old, and brother, little Bobby
 was 18 months old. Both kids were Cynthia's favorites.
 The Evens' were flattered by her gushing compliments,
 they felt proud of their young children and Cynthia's
 continuous positive remarks just confirmed their own
 opinion. They would never think of having anyone but
 Cynthia care for their children. Bob Senior had even
 commented that he wished that the young girl were his
 daughter, he couldn't think of a better daughter than
 this pretty hard working person.

 The Evens' were in the process of remodeling their
 house and were having workmen over at all hours of the
 day. During this time they began to find that items in
 their home where missing. Someone was stealing from
 them. At first Bob Sr. wasn't sure if it was just his
 faulty memory, but when his wife Gail noticed some of
 her jewelry missing they both became very concerned.

 Since they both worked and Cynthia baby-sat after
 school for them, they were confident that their home
 was safe at least from 2 p.m. on. But what about the
 morning hours when just workmen were around?

 Bob Evens decided to set a trap for the wayward work-
 man. He borrowed a video system from his workplace.
 Since he worked for a security agency it wasn't dif-
 ficult to obtain a state of the art system for a few
 days. This system was the kind that activated only
 when it sensed movement. That would allow for a full
 days filming depending on how much movement went on
 in the room.

 He set a few interesting valuables on the fireplace
 mantle in full view of the camera and went off to
 work with the hope that this nasty problem would be
 resolved soon.

                       ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 Bob impatiently waited for his wife as she walked down
 the pavement to their car. As she opened the passenger
 door, she said, "I hope you don't cause an embarrassing
 scene if you do catch some workman on your video. I
 still don't like setting someone up like that. It seems
 kind of unfair to actually put things in temptations
 way like that."

 "What are we supposed to do just set around and let
 people steel from us. I wish Cynthia was our daughter,
 then once school was out we'd have someone home to
 look after things for us." Bob said with a sigh.

 "Yes that would be nice." Gail agreed.

 The couple drove straight home and greeted their young
 baby-sitter, thanking her as ever for her help and
 asking her if she'd like to stay for dinner. When she
 said she couldn't, Bob let her leave without his usual
 plea for her to reconsider because he could see that
 several of the items on the fireplace mantle were
 missing. He couldn't wait to see who was steeling from
 them, but didn't want to distress Cynthia with their
 problem.

 Once the teenage sitter had left for home, Bob called
 out, "Hey Gail, the stuff is missing, just like I
 thought it would be."

 Gail rushed into the livingroom, "Oh my god, then we
 have whoever it is who has been doing this. Now Bob,
 I don't want you to fly off the handle. This is some-
 thing that we turn over to the police! I don't want
 you playing Mr. Macho do you hear me!"

 "Yeah yeah, okay. I just hope that this film shows us
 who's been doing this." Bob growled as he went over to
 the recorder and pushed the rewind button.
 
                       ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 Back up a few hours. . .

 Cynthia relaxed as the last workman left. It was 4
 o'clock and she would have a few hours of peace and
 quiet before the Evens' came home.

 Thank god it was Friday, Cynthia thought. It had been
 a bitch of a week; she had only been able to baby-sit
 for little Bobby once that week. She felt tense and
 unhappy, just like she always did when she hadn't been
 able to get her "Bobby fix". She smiled to herself as
 she put Merna down for a late nap.

 Cynthia walked slowly around the house checking the
 doors and windows to make sure everything was locked
 and that no one would stumble in on her. She felt that
 familiar excitement that always thrilled her before a
 session with little Bobby.

 The high school girl knew that what she was doing was
 very wrong, but as always she reasoned with herself
 that if no one knew what she was doing it wouldn't
 hurt anyone. She ended up in Bobby's room and quietly
 stared down at his sleeping face.

 He was the most beautiful little baby boy she had ever
 seen. She had fallen head over heals for this little
 guy the first time she had given him a bath. Cynthia
 slowly reached into his crib and stroked the fine
 black hair that was beginning to show prominently on
 the top of his handsome little head.

 For an 18-month-old, Bobby was a big boy. He was pro-
 bably 25 lbs. by now, and was standing on his own.
 Cynthia loved the way he would gaze around the room
 with those intelligent dark eyes of his. She just knew
 that he understood the world around him. If only he
 could speak, she thought.

 An instant later she changed her mind. If he could
 speak, no when he could speak, their special relation-
 ship would *have* to come to an end. Cynthia shivered
 with the thought that at something in the not too
 distant future she would have to live *without* him.

 The teenager's eyes looked dreamy as she picked up the
 baby boy and carried him over to the bassinet and re-
 moved his soiled diapers. Looking at his naked body
 made the teen sigh. What would it be like to have a
 baby of my very own, she wondered.

 Cynthia lovingly bathed the handsome little boy from
 head to feet. Lovingly soothing the slick soap over
 his smooth hairless skin. She always thrilled at the
 sight of his little penis as it became hard when she
 soaped it with her hands.

 After she had her little charge squeaky clean, she
 looked at the clock and realized that if she didn't
 get a move on it would be too late. She quickly hugged
 the young male child to her chest and carried him into
 the livingroom.

 As always, Cynthia sat by the fireplace on the comfor-
 table couch. While holding little Bobby close she slid
 her canvas shorts to the floor, wiggling her bottom
 while shoving them off with one hand. Then she expertly
 pulled her t-shirt up over her teenage breasts and
 unclipped her bra from the front.

 Cynthia urgently placed young Bobby's mouth to a nipple
 and the baby boy eagerly began to suckle at the young
 woman's breast. He closed his dark inquiring eyes and
 sucked her nipple as if his life depended on it.

 The teenager groaned loudly. It had been days since
 she'd been able to do this. Her other hand crept down
 between her legs and started to fondle her pussy lips
 and clit hood. Yes! back in the saddle again, she
 smiled contentedly.

 After a bit Cynthia took her cunt-slicked hand from
 between her legs and breathing faster she pulled at
 the baby boy's diapers. After a moment of fumbling
 they came open and fell away to her feet.

 Cynthia's eyes closed to slits as little Bobby,
 knowing what would come next, renewed his urgent
 suckling of her swollen nipple. She reached out her
 fluid coated hand and began to rub the baby's tiny
 penis.

 Bobby responded immediately with remembered pleasure.
 His tiny little male cock expanded to its full 2-inch
 length as Cynthia spread her juices along his shaft
 with her hand. She gripped his little erection and
 squeezed him, fingering his tight little balls all the
 while.

 Touching little Bobby in this intimate way always sent
 Cynthia to the top. As she felt her orgasm begin she
 leaned over, bring the baby boy's erect penis to her
 lips. And as she had done many times before she slipped
 his little manhood between her lips and began to suck
 him in and out between her moist lips.

 Cynthia could taste herself on his tiny cock. She loved
 that taste. Another spasm as her orgasm increased. . .
 Bobby was sucking her very swollen nipple like mad now,
 as she in turn suck his little member in and out of her
 mouth. She swirled her tongue around his little dick to
 excite him to further effort on her nipple.

 After the teen had come down somewhat from her wonder-
 ful baby induced orgasm, she lay back on the couch,
 legs spread wide, naked baby boy still snuggled against
 a breast and closed her eyes to enjoy the afterglow of
 the sex she'd just had.

 After a few moments Cynthia slowly got up and lay lit-
 tle Bobby carefully on the couch, and dressed herself,
 then re-diapered the little boy. She kissed him on the
 lips, he opened them to accommodate the teens flirting
 tongue, like he had many times before. Then she took
 the smiling little guy back to his crib and lay him
 back down for his late afternoon nap. She smiled, he
 deserved a little nap after that, she thought to her-
 self.

                        ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

 Bob Sr. watched as the video showed the plumber stand-
 ing by the fireplace going through their belongings.
 The couple stood in shock as the man shoved several
 items into his pockets. The time stamp on the video
 showed the time as 3:33 p.m.

 The bastard was so cocky that he was steeling even
 though Cynthia was in the house. It amazed them that
 someone could do something like that. Gail went to
 the phone and called the police, and called Bob over
 to speak with the desk Sargent.

 As the young couple told the policeman what had hap-
 pened and that they had a video to prove who had done
 it the tape played on. Unnoticed by the distraught
 couple, the film blinked back on as pretty young
 Cynthia came into the livingroom with their baby boy
 and sat down on the couch. . .