Broken People, Part One

“What are you doing?”

Caitlin smiled at the naked six year old girl as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them. In just her bra and panties, she tested the water in the tub, again. It was the perfect temperature.

“It is bath time,” she said, picking the befuddled kid up under her armpits and standing her in the tub. As Mandy settled into the water, she finished what she’d started, slipped out of her bra and panties.

“Why are you taking your clothes off,” Mandy asked, looking wide-eyed at the twenty year old’s naked body.

“Can’t take a bath with your clothes on, silly,” Caitlin teased.

“My old babysitter didn’t take her clothes off to give me a bath,” Mandy said.

“I’m not your old babysitter,” Caitlin said, stepping into the tub. She sighed as she settled into the water. The water felt incredible after the long day she’d had. Smiling at the girl, she said, “This feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I guess,” the girl said, frowning. It was clear by the look on her face that she found it odd that her babysitter was naked in the bath with her.

“I love taking baths, don’t you,” she said, ignoring the girl’s confusion.

“Sure,” Mandy said.

“The hot water, the smell of the soap,” Caitlin said, grinning, “So relaxing.”

The girl looked anything but relaxed. Her posture was rigid, uncomfortable. Her eyes kept going to Caitlin’s naked body, then snapping away. She was so out of sorts, it was comical.

“Hand me the body wash, sweetie,” she said, pointing at the bottle.

Mandy had to stand up to reach it. The teenager took the opportunity to admire her tiny body; her stubby legs and cute little tummy; the fleshy folds of her girlhood, so soft and smooth looking. She was slight and adorable. Caitlin had wanted to see her naked ever since that first meeting, when her mother had introduced the little girl to her.

She handed the bottle to Caitlin, then started to sit back down but the babysitter stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Don’t sit down,” she said, opening the body wash. Sensing her intentions, Mandy reached for her shower poof but Caitlin shook her head, said, “We don’t need that.”

The girl frowned at her, then shrugged and hung the poof back up. She watched as Caitlin worked some body wash between her hands until she had a nice lather. When those soapy hands found Mandy, it didn’t do anything for her discomfort. She looked uneasy as the babysitter started with her right leg at the calf, past her knee, up her thigh. She gasped in surprise when the back of Caitlin’s hand touched her girlhood before working its way back down her leg.

“Your skin is so soft. I’m jealous,” Caitlin said, pulling her foot out of the water to wash it, too.

Mandy didn’t respond.

“Nice skin is wasted on the young,” she said, moving to the girl’s left leg. She ran both hands up her skinny stem slowly. Like before, she let her hand just brush against the soft folds of her sex. She smiled when the girl jerked at the contact. The girl was so prim and proper that it was fun to rattle her cage a little.

This was Caitlin’s second time babysitting Mandy. It had only taken her a few minutes to see something in the stiff way the girl carried herself. Part of it was her pedigree, coming from money, but there was something else. Her parents seemed cold at best. She didn’t know how to respond to being touched, to affection, yet seemed almost to ache for it. Caitlin sensed a need in the girl, a void.

An opportunist, Caitlin saw a chance to have some fun with her. Who knows, it might even be good for her.

She ran her hands down her leg, washed her foot. Her touch lingered much longer than necessary to get the fastidious girl clean. Sliding her hands up the outside of both legs onto her hips, all the way up to her armpits. One hand slipped around to the small of her back, stayed there. Her other hand roamed over the girl’s cute belly and chest, her touch unhurried and sensual. The girl sucked in a breath every time her hand dipped close to her girlhood. Caitlin had to smile, enjoying the girl’s reaction

Using the hand on her back, she soaped her shoulders and back. Then it slipped back down and onto her buttocks. Mandy gasped, her body jerking.

“What’s wrong,” Caitlin asked, her hand still on the girl’s backside.

“N-nothing,” the girl stammered, wanting to squirm but her upbringing wouldn’t let her.

Keeping the hand on her buttock, Caitlin used her free hand to soap first one arm, then the other. Then she let her hands trail over her collarbone, down her belly, over one hip to cup the other buttock. The girl wasn’t breathing as she thoroughly soaped up her backside.

She smiled at the girl, said, “All done.”

The girl let her breath out in a sigh of relief. Caitlin almost felt bad when she suddenly snapped her fingers and said, “Oops, almost missed a spot.”

With that, her open hand gently cupped the mound of Mandy’s girlhood, massaged it until the girl was a soapy, trembling mess.

“You really have to clean this spot,” she said, still soaping her crotch. She didn’t stop until the girl moaned. Smiling, she said, “There we go. Go ahead and rinse that off.”

The girl did what she was told, sitting down. She started to reach for a cup to fill with water but Caitlin took it from her. The girl slumped as the babysitter poured cupfuls down her soapy back and chest, using her other hand to smooth away the bubbles from her skin.

“This feels nice, right, “Caitlin asked, still caressing the girl’s smooth skin and pouring water from the cup.

“I guess,” she said, quietly.

“Turn around so I can wash your hair.”

Mandy turned around and leaned her head back. Caitlin used the cup to wet her silky blond hair, then worked shampoo into it. More cupfuls of water rinsed the soap out.

“All done, kiddo,” she said, pulling the startled girl into a hug. The girl was stiff as a board in Caitlin’s arms, wasn’t breathing as near as she could tell. Still, she didn’t let her go, just gave her a friendly squeeze.

Again, she sense the girl didn’t know what to do with affection, giving or receiving. A six year old who couldn’t respond to a hug broke her heart a little.

“Mandy, honey,” Caitlin said, still holding her, “I know you aren’t used to this, but that’s okay. I’m your babysitter now and we are going to change that.”

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If she was being honest, Caitlin would have to admit she was a little surprised she got invited back to be Mandy’s babysitter. She had been way out of line last time, what with the whole scene in the bath. She figured best case scenario, Mandy tells her parents about the incident in the tub and they never call her again. Worst case scenario involved child abuse charges and jail time.

She hadn’t cared. Her life had gone to shit lately and was circling the bowl. There was a snub nose .38 in a dresser drawer that kept showing up in her hand when she was alone and depressed. It had gotten to the point of no longer being a matter of ‘if’ but ‘when’.

Moral of the story, she was in a dark place and she just wanted to have some fun before she put a bullet through the base of her skull. Call it a going away party.

Now, at the window, she watched Mandy’s parents drive away. Turning around, she found the girl staring at her, her head held to one side quizzically. A faint frown tugged at her lips.

“What’s up, girl friend,” Caitlin said, smiling at the girl.

“What did you mean when you said ‘you are going to change that’?”

Laughing, she said, “No offense, kid, but your parents are about as affectionate as a cactus. I gave you a hug and you looked like I punched you in the gut. It broke my heart a little and this heart of mine is made of stone.”

“They love me,” the girl said, didn’t sound as sure as she had meant to, “they do.”

“I think you are right, but they aren’t very good at showing it,” Caitlin said, kneeling down so the girl didn’t have to look up at her, “Why didn’t you tell your parents about what happened in the tub?”

“I was going to,” Mandy said, looking down at her feet, “I know it was wrong, what you did. I- I don’t know.”

“Did you like what I did,” Caitlin asked.

“Some of it,” the girl said, not looking at her.

“Okay,” she said, putting a hand on the girl’s chin, made her meet her eyes, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Just tell me to stop.”

“Yeah,” the girl asked, her beautiful eyes intent on Caitlin.

“Cross my heart,” she said, meaning it.

“Okay,” she said, then, with insight beyond her years, the girl said, “Just don’t quit too fast.”

Smiling, Caitlin said, “Need a little push, huh?”

The girl nodded, managed a sheepish grin.

“I’ll tell you what,” Caitlin said, thinking, “What is your favorite color?”

“Orange,” the girl said.

“Funny I would have thought green. All of your shirts are green,” she said, thinking about the laundry she had done, all the small shirts in hues of green.

“Mom bought them for me. She likes green.”

“Okay,” the babysitter said, filing that little bit of information away for later, “If I am going too fast or you need to stop, just yell out orange. Not ‘no’ or ‘stop’, but ‘orange’. That way I know you really mean it.”

The girl considered it for a minute, her head tilted to one side in a way that was comically cute. Finally, she nodded, “Orange it is.”

“Now, take off your clothes,” Caitlin said, standing up.

“My clothes?”

“Trust me, kiddo,” she said, grinning. The girl turned away but she gently grabbed her arm, “Where are you going?”

“To take off my clothes,” Mandy said, frowning.

“Were you going to your room?”

“Well, yeah,” the girl said, like Caitlin was being silly.

“Do it right here,” the babysitter said.

“In the foyer,” she asked, dubiously.

“Yeah.”

She looked at Caitlin a long moment, then shrugged. The babysitter could tell the thought of undressing in the foyer was unfathomable. Still, the girl started undressing, looking at her with each piece of clothing she shed. Naked, she started to gather her clothing but Caitlin shook her head, pointed to the ground. The girl bit her lip, looked at the pile of clothes in her arms, then the ground. Waiting patiently, Caitlin let the girl work through it, let her struggle with the strict rules her mother had set for her. Taking a deep breath, the girl let the bundle tumble from her arms to the floor.

Caitlin had to bite back a laugh as the girl struggled with the urge to pick them back up.

“Come on,” the babysitter said, offering her hand. Mandy took it and she led the girl through the house to the backdoor. Opening it, she said, “Ready to get started?”

“What are we doing,” the girl said, hiding behind Caitlin’s legs, “We aren’t going outside, are we?”

“Yes, we are.”

“But I’m naked,” the girl said, mortified by the thought.

“Little kids go outside naked all the time,” Caitlin said, then laughed, “You are old for your years, but you are still a kid.”

“Mom would never let me do this,” the girl said, peeking around the babysitter at the backyard.

“All the more reason you need to do it now. The days you can run around naked are limited, so you shouldn’t waste them.”

“What if someone sees me,” Mandy said, sounding like she was caving.

“Let them. That is the joy of being a kid. You don’t have to care.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, starting to balk.

She didn’t say orange, Caitlin thought, putting a hand on the girl’s head, eased out from in front of her. In one subtle move, she positioned the girl in front of her. With gentle urging, she guided the girl onto the back porch. The girl walked like an astronaut on another planet, her eyes darting left and right like she was expecting an alien to jump out and get her.

Caitlin didn’t remove her hand from the girl’s head, ushered her out onto the grass. The girl was trembling a little but she wasn’t in full panic mode, yet.

“I’m outside,” the girl said, her voice a little shaky. Again, this time in wonder, “I’m outside.”

“Congrats,” Caitlin said, affectionately. This poor, broken girl was growing on her, had slipped past her defenses some how.

“Can we go back inside now,” Mandy said, glancing up at her.

“Do you really want to,” she asked.

The girl considered it for a moment, then shook her head. Caitlin had to smile, removed her hand from the girl’s head. The girl wandered over to her playhouse, began to pretend to water the fake flowers around it.

Caitlin sat down on a patio chair, watched the naked girl play. Even now, her posture was rigid, like standing up straight had been hammered into her brain. She was beginning to wonder if the girl’s parents were kooks.

She let the girl play for thirty minutes, then called, “We better go back in. You are too fair skinned to stay out too long.”

The girl nodded, obediently came over to Caitlin. She frowned, had hoped the girl would beg to stay out a little longer. Still, they had made some progress today, she thought.

Inside, the girl started for her clothes but Caitlin said, “No clothes until bathtime.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you are cute naked,” she said, then winked, “and it’ll be good for you.”

“How?”

“Does your mother have rules about being naked?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking guilty. She glanced at her clothes, but Caitlin cut her off.

“No. You are going to misbehave if I have to tie you to a chair.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” the girl said, her eyes wide.

“Want to try me,” she said, smiling.

The girl looked at her, then shook her head, “No.”

“Good,” Caitlin said, smiling, “I’m horrible with knots. Ever hear the saying ‘if you can’t tie a knot, tie a lot’?”

“No,” the girl said, smiling.

She had a sweet smile that she didn’t use enough, Caitlin thought, returning the smile, maybe I can help with that.

“Truth be told,” she said, holding out her foot, “I can barely tie my shoes. See, no laces.”

The girl giggled and it seemed to surprise her as much as it did Caitlin. The babysitter grinned at her, winked.

“So, what else aren’t you allowed to do,” Caitlin asked.

“I don’t think I should tell you,” the girl said.

“Why is that,” she asked, amused. The girl was smart, much smarter than any six year old had the right to be.

“You’ll make me do it,” she said.

“Hmm,” Caitlin said, then grinned, “fair enough. We’ll just have to do something I’m sure you aren’t allowed to do. How about we set the drapes on fire? Most kids aren’t allowed to do that, so it is a safe bet your mom has a rule about that.”

Her eyes got wide and Mandy said, “You wouldn’t.”

“Are you sure,” Caitlin said, producing a lighter from her pocket, “I’m thinking living room. Those long drapes will burn nicely.”

The girl followed her into the living room. Caitlin made a show of grabbing one of the curtains, striking the lighter. She hoped the girl wouldn’t call her bluff. After all, burning down the house would be counter-productive.

Mandy left it as long as she could, the flickering flame only inches from the material. Gasping, she said, “I’m not allowed in my parent’s room!”

Caitlin looked at the drapes longingly, let out a pretend sigh, then said, “We’ll save this for another time, I guess. Let’s go explore your parent’s room.”

The girl looked at the lighter a little longer than Caitlin was comfortable with, like she was rethinking setting the drapes on fire rather than invade the parental type’s sanctuary. Then the girl’s shoulders slumped and she nodded.

Caitlin shook her head and took the girl’s hand. Walking like a girl headed to the gallows, she followed the babysitter upstairs. At the door to her parent’s room, she hesitated, looked at Caitlin like a criminal hoping for a last minute stay of execution. Seeing no reprieve in her eyes, the girl sighed and opened the door to her parent’s room.

The room was so sparse and utilitarian it would make a monk’s space look lavish. Simple white walls, oak hardwood floors, simple furniture. No pictures on the bedside tables. No paintings on the walls. No character at all. The blandness was depressing.

“Wow,” Caitlin said, stepping into the room. She looked back and saw the girl still in the hallway, held out her hand. The girl took one step into the room with enough trepidation to shame a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She stood there, looking around like she was waiting for the poison darts or giant boulder to crush her.

“Come on, kiddo,” she said, smiling at the skittish girl, “you’ve already broken the rule. Might as well enjoy yourself now.”

“I shouldn’t be in here.”

“True,” she said, walking over to the girl. She picked her up by her armpits and flung her onto the bed. The girl scrambled off the bed like it were on fire. Laughing, Caitlin caught her and flung her on the bed, again. She started to get off, again, but the babysitter shook her head. Freezing, she looked at Caitlin, her eyes wide.

“I bet your mom has a rule about being on the bed,” Caitlin said.

“Yeah,” the girl said.

“Good,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She crawled onto the bed with the girl. Getting to her feet, she started jumping up and down. The girl gasped every time the bed groaned when her weight returned to it. Pausing to look down at the girl, she smiled, “Jump with me.”

“Are you crazy?”

She started bouncing, again, said, “I’m gonna keep jumping on the bed unless you do it for me. I don’t know how sturdy this bed is…”

The girl scrambled to her feet, started bouncing. Caitlin stopped, sat down to watch the girl. At first, she did it clinically, just to keep the babysitter from breaking the bed. Then slowly her facial expression began to change. Caitlin had to smile as she began to loosen up, to have fun. The first giggle was like music to her ears.

“Fun, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, smiling as she bounced up and down.

“Atta girl,” Caitlin said, getting off the bed. She went to the dresser, started opening drawers. The girl gasped, stopped bouncing. She appeared at Caitlin’s side, looked wided eyed at the babysitter.

“What are you doing?”

“Snooping,” she said, moving the panties and bras around. Simple white and basic. Nothing with any… well, anything.

“Why,” the girl asked.

“Because we aren’t supposed to,” she said.

The rest of the drawers were uninspiring as the first and she pushed away from the dresser. Going to the closet, she poked through the clothes. Expensive but bland, the clothing seemed to match the woman’s personality perfectly. Glancing at the bedside tables, she almost didn’t bother looking through them. The lack of anything exciting in the closet and dresser had her expecting them to be a bust as well.

Luckily, she believed in being thorough. In the drawer, she found a box of tissues, a bottle of lube and a stack of porn magazines. Figuring this was Mandy’s father’s side of the bed, she sat on the bed and took the magazines from the drawer. The girl came over to see what she was doing, so Caitlin picked her up and sat Mandy beside her. She showed the magazines to the girl and her eyes got impossibly big.

“Your dad has quite a collection,” Caitlin said, laughing. She flipped through a couple of them, saw out of the corner of her eye that the girl was looking at the magazines. Closing the one she was looking at, she passed it to the girl. The girl looked at the magazine, then at her. Smiling, she said, “Go ahead.”

The girl looked down at the naked girl on the cover, biting her lip. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the magazine. Caitlin smiled when her eyes widened at the very graphic poses on the glossy pages. The smile brightened when the girl kept turning the pages.

Leaving the girl to her porn, Caitlin walked to the other side of the bed, opened the bedside table. Her eyes widened when she saw the crazy collection of sex toys it contained. There was a dozen different vibrators, in all shapes and sizes. Taking one out of the drawer, she looked at it closely.

“What’s that?”

“A vibrator,” she said, holding it out to the girl. She almost laughed when the girl took it, sat on the bed looking at it. Instead she said, “Twist that knob on top.”

The girl did and dropped the toy when it came buzzing to life in her hand. Laughing, Caitlin crawled onto the bed and picked it up. The girl watched her, relaxing when she realized it wasn’t going to hurt her.

“What is a vibrator,” Mandy asked.

Holding it out to her, Caitlin said, “It is an adult toy. Your mom uses it to make herself feel good.”

“Really? How?”

It was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, so she said, “Here. Take it.”

The girl took the vibrator, looked at Caitlin expectantly.

“Now put it between your legs.”

Mandy looked at her a moment, then put the vibrator between her legs. She gasped and giggled as the vibrations found her young sex. Pulling it away, she held it out to Caitlin.

Taking it from her, the babysitter said, “Here, let me show you. Lie on your back.”

The six year old thought about it a moment, then did as Caitlin said. She lay with her legs primly closed,her ankles crossed. Laughing, Caitlin moved first one leg, then the other until she was spread eagle. The girl was clearly uncomfortable with the very unladylike pose but she didn’t close her legs.

Caitlin traced lazy circles with the vibrator on the girl’s belly, making her squirm and giggle. Smiling, she moved it lower, pressed it between the puffy folds of the girl’s sex. The giggles dried up as the toy sent shivers through her tiny body. Her eyes widened as her body came alive with pleasure. The moan that spilled from her slack mouth seemed to surprise her, a hand flying to her lips.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

The girl nodded, still covering her mouth. She couldn’t stop the moans that the vibrator teased out of her, though. Her little hips began to undulate against the toy, her adorable belly clenching and unclenching. Caitlin watched with interest, wondered if it felt as good for the girl as it would have for her. Could a six year old really become aroused?

Judging by the noises the girl was making, she thought Mandy was plenty aroused. Her breathing was funny, shallow and fast and she couldn’t stop making these little mewling sounds of pleasure.

Caitlin felt a flush of heat between her own thighs, getting turned on by the girl’s reaction to the vibrating toy. Seeing the six year old writhe in ecstasy had her in a state. Without thinking, she began to rub her pussy through the denim shorts she wore. It didn’t take long until she was moaning and sighing like the girl.

“What are you doing,” the girl asked, her eyes on Caitlin’s hand.

“Playing with myself.”

“Why,” the girl asked, the question coming out as a moan.

“Because I’m excited,” Caitlin said, biting her lip. Her fingers were a blur as she strained for release.

The girl’s eyes were wide as she watched Caitlin pleasure herself. It was oddly thrilling to be watched by the girl and her cries grew louder.

Suddenly the girl’s eyes widened almost in a panic and she said, “Caitlin! Something is happening! Stop!”

Then the girl stiffened, her whole body clenching up. Her cry of surprise was mixed with pleasure as an orgasm gripped her. Caitlin’s hand froze and she stared dumbfounded at the climaxing six year old. The kid had come from the vibrator.

“What the hell,” Caitlin said, laughing.

“What- what happened,” the girl said, looking at Caitlin wide eyed.

“You came,” she said.

“Came?”

“Had an orgasm,” she tried but the girl still gave her a blank look, so she explained, “when a girl feels really, really good she can have an orgasm, like you just did.”

“Oh,” she said, then uncertainly, “then it is okay?”

“Amazing,” Caitlin said, smiling at the girl, “but definitely okay.”

“Why amazing?”

“I didn’t know a girl as young as you could come.”

“Oh.”

“Feels nice doesn’t it,” Caitlin asked.

“Yeah,” the girl said, then added, “it was a little scary, though.”

“I bet it was, kiddo,” the babysitter said.

“Did you come,” the girl asked, startling a laugh from Caitlin.

“Um, no.”

“Why not,” the girl asked.

“Um…” she said, laughing, “You distracted me from finishing.”

“Oh,” the girl said, then, “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Thinking about you coming, I’m sure I’ll be able to finish later. A couple of times.”

The girl looked at her for an explanation but Caitlin only said, “Don’t worry about it. Let’s put the room back to the way we found it, then get some food.”

“Okay.”

By the time she had finished cooking and they had eaten, it was time for the girl’s bath. Caitlin drew a bath for her. Already naked, Mandy let Caitlin pick her up and put her in the tub.

“Aren’t you coming in,” the girl said, looking at Caitlin as she sat on the toilet.

Caitlin smiled at the naked girl standing in the tub. She hadn’t intended on joining her this time. A little surprised, she saw the girl really wanted her to.

“Do you want me to?”

“I thought you would, since you did last time,” the girl said.

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

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In just a pair of worn out panties, Caitlin walked through her tiny apartment to the kitchen. Swayed, really. The empty bottle of wine in her hand had gone down way too easy and she was well on her way to being numb. Dumping the dead soldier in the trash, she pulled a replacement from under the sink. With the ease of practice, she popped the cork. She swayed her way back to the living room and to her laptop sitting on the couch.

Pulling the laptop in front of her, she felt her pulse quicken again. It had slowed on the trip to the kitchen but the picture of the adorable, naked seven year old girl on the screen had her excited again. Clicking on the thumbnail, she started the video.

The little girl wasn’t naked, yet. She wore a button up shirt half unbuttoned and tied up to reveal her belly and itty bitty Daisy Dukes that clung to her backside and left her knobby kneed legs gloriously revealed. A pair of tall heels completed the outfit, although her feet were too small to fit them. It was kind of goofy looking and oddly sexy, excited Caitlin.

She began to dance on the screen, her hips gyrating to the annoying background song. Caitlin muted the sound, watched the girl sway and tease in silence. A heat blossomed between her thighs as clothing began to be shed. Trying for sensual, the girl only managed sweet and comical, but as her lean body was revealed, Caitlin couldn’t deny she found her sexy.

As it had so many times before, her hand found its way into her panties, to stroke her tender clit. Her moans sounded weird in the quiet room, so she started some music. The tempo of the song was way off from the girl’s dancing, adding to the absurdity of a seven year doing a strip tease but she didn’t care.

When the Daisy Dukes disappeared, revealing an impractical little thong, her breathing quickened again. She didn’t know why, but the sight of little girls in thongs excited her, turned her on just like that. Maybe it was because it was so wrong. The whole thing was wrong, making a little kid dance naked and putting it on a website, but the thong seemed to make it worse, some how. And the high heels. The sexy underwear, the stripper shoes… It was an attempt to further sexualize the girl.

It worked for Caitlin. The girl had her a horny mess. The hand in her panties slipped lower and she eased two fingers deep into her sopping wet core. Her eyes never wavering from the screen, her fingers thrust in and out faster and faster.

The thong disappeared and Caitlin smiled at the slight bulge of the girl’s sex, the soft folds. Little girls had such pretty pussies, she thought.

Naked now, the seven year old let her hands roam over her body, continued to sway and grind her hips. What she lacked in skill, she made up with enthusiasm. Her grin for the camera was full of nervous energy, a curious excitement that made Caitlin’s fingers fly even faster.

The video ended too early, left her only half way there. She thought about restarting it but didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and pictured Mandy writhing on her mother’s bed, her naked little body straining toward orgasmic release. It was an image she’d not soon forget and it played as clear as video in her mind now. She could hear the cute little noises the girl had made, the shallowness of her breathing.

As the girl came in her mind’s eye, her little body stiffening, Caitlin climaxed, her whole body shaking with its intensity. She sighed, slumped like a wet rag into the couch. A faint smile played at her lips as the feel good juices hit her blood stream.

The afterglow wore off and she had to reach for her wine. Not bothering with a glass, she drank it from the bottle. As usual, the guilt over what she had done set in and she closed her computer in disgust. She chugged more wine, hoping to drown the shame.

Glancing to her left, she saw the snub-nosed revolver on the cushion beside her. It was cool in her hand, a familiar weight. Looking at it, she played the game, A Reason To Live. That was how it felt to her, like a game show. Some swarthy spokesperson would give a spiel about today’s contestant, spill out all the dirty laundry that was her life, then point at the board. What will it be folks, he’d say, does she have a reason to live today.

Lately, the list of reasons was getting pretty short. Playing the game, she saw a new reason on the board, blinked in surprise. Mandy. The little girl had found her way into Caitlin’s heart, some how. The messed up kid reminded her of herself in some ways. Another broken soul. Maybe she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t be fixed. Or, at least, broken in a more… human, sort of way.

Setting the gun aside, Caitlin realized she had a purpose now. It had been so long since her life had any meaning, that the prospect scared the hell out of her.

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Mandy looked at her expectantly, reminding Caitlin of a robot awaiting instructions. She sat on the couch, took her time getting time getting comfortable. She wanted the kid to fidget so bad that she was disappointed when she didn’t.

“What’s up,” she finally asked.

“What do you want me to do,” she asked, raising her eyebrows questioningly, “Take my clothes off?”

“Do you want to take your clothes off?”

The question seemed to catch her off guard, “What do you mean?”

“I’m not going to make you take them off, nor will I stop you if want to.”

“Oh,” the girl said, frowning.

“Or anything else, for that matter. We will do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want,” she repeated. The concept seemed so foreign to her, Caitlin could see her wrestling with the idea.

“We could run around the house naked or we could just watch TV.”

Grinning, the girl asked, “Could we watch TV naked?”

It was Caitlin’s turn to be caught off guard, the comment startling a laugh from her. The girl blushed at her response, looked ashamed for saying it.

“We could,” Caitlin said, smiling at her, “Is that what you want to do?”

“No.”

“Then what will it be?”

“Can we… Can we play with Mommy’s toy, again?”

Grinning, she asked, “Is that what you want to do?”

The girl nodded shyly.

“Then go get it.”

The girl ran off and Caitlin felt her pulse quicken. This was going better than she could have hoped. She kind of wanted to follow the girl, see her reaction when she realized she would have to sneak into her parent’s room to get the vibrator but didn’t.

A few minutes later the girl came back with the toy in her hand and a grin on her face. Caitlin asked, “What are you grinning about?”

“I snuck into my parent’s room,” the girl said, giggling.

“Misbehaving is fun, isn’t it?”

“I thought I was going to wet myself, I was so scared.”

Laughing, Caitlin said, “I don’t think your mother would approve of such language.”

The girl’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. The guilt on her face was comical and Caitlin had to laugh.

“I’m not going to tell her,” she said, smiling playfully.

The tension left the girl’s body and she lowered her hand from her mouth. She was grinning, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Caitlin realized the girl was starting to like that naughty thrill that came from being bad. She might have created a monster.

Mandy handed her the vibrator, then looked down at herself. Glancing at Caitlin, she said, “Do I have to take my clothes off?”

“No, you can do it with them on,” Caitlin said, then added, “It is a lot more fun if you do, though.”

She bit her lip, looked down at herself. Caitlin wasn’t sure if she was going to do it, take off her clothes, and kind of regretted being honest with her. Then the girl started undressing, first her shirt, then her shorts. She hesitated in just her panties and Caitlin thought she looked adorable in the slightly baggy underwear. She’d have been okay if the girl left them on but she smiled when she shucked them down then off her stubby legs.

Naked, she looked at Caitlin, grinned shyly.

The babysitter scooted back as far as she could on the couch, spread her legs open, then patted the space between them. The girl sat between her spread thighs, her backside nestled against Caitlin’s lower abdomen. Taking the vibrator from the girl, she turned the knob, bringing the toy buzzing to life. The girl sighed when the cool plastic touched her hot girlhood, then moaned as the vibrations found her tender little bud.

“This feel good, Sweetie,” Caitlin asked.

“Uh-huh,” the girl said, her voice thick with excitement.

The girl’s hips began to undulate, rubbing her backside against Caitlin’s crotch. Sighing, she adjusted her body so that the girl’s buttocks ground against her clit. She had to bite her lip to keep quiet as wonderful sensations worked through her body. The girl was oblivious to the torment she was putting the babysitter through, lost in her own pleasure. She strained to keep it that way, hoped the girl wouldn’t notice the change in her breathing, the slight roll of her hips as she rubbed her crotch on the girl’s soft backside.

Really without thinking about it, she let her free hand fall on the girl’s shoulder, then slip down her chest and onto her belly. The girl’s breath caught in her throat and Caitlin finally realized she’d been caressing the girl’s tiny body.

“Is this okay? Can I touch you like this?”

“I guess,” she said, unsure.

“Do you remember what to say if you want me to stop?”

“Orange.”

“Right,” she said, kissing the top of her head.

She let her hand continue its exploration, thrilled to the soft body under her fingertips. The girl’s breathing was funny but she didn’t stop Caitlin from her fun.

The excitement of touching a little girl like this, the feel of her little backside still rubbing against her womanhood, had her in a state. She was so aroused it was almost painful, too much to take. She gave up on keeping quiet. The girl had to know she was enjoying this by now, anyway.

Her moans mixed with the girl’s and Mandy craned her neck to look at the babysitter. Caitlin smiled at her. She really didn’t know how the girl would react, was relieved when the girl smiled back.

The girl’s breathing changed and her moans grew louder. Caitlin knew she was coming, felt the tension start building in her little body. She tried to focus on her own orgasm but she didn’t make it before Mandy stiffened between her legs, shaking through her climax. Frustrated, she pulled the vibrator from between the girl’s thighs. She managed a smile when the girl looked back at her.

She really was wise beyond her years. She saw something in Caitlin’s face, said, “What is it?”

“Nothing, sweetie. Do you feel good?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, grinning and stretching like a cat in a sunny spot. Caitlin was envious but she still smiled at the sated look on her face.

“That’s good,” she said.

“You didn’t finish, again,” Mandy said, looking at her.

“I was close,” Caitlin said, shrugging.

“You could use the vibrator,” the girl said, pointing at the toy still vibrating in her hand.

Looking at it, she had an idea pop in her head, said, “You know, it is customary to give an orgasm if you get one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I helped you have one, so…”

“You want me to…,” the girl said, her eyes wide. Lowering her voice to a whisper, “You want me to do it to you?”

“Only seems fair, doesn’t it?”

Her limpid brown eyes fixed on the toy and she bit her lip indecisively. The fact that she was even thinking about it made Caitlin’s heart race. It would be fuel for a burning fantasy later, she was sure.

Then the girl made up her mind, nodded. Caitlin felt a flush of excitement when the girl took the vibrator from her.

“Do you want me to take my clothes off,” Caitlin said, fighting the urge to cross her fingers. Still, she crossed them in her mind.

“You said, you didn’t have to take your clothes off, right?”

“Yeah,” Caitlin said, wanting to kick herself for it.

The girl nodded, then grinned, “But it is more fun if you do?”

Laughing, Caitlin said, “Yeah.”

She pulled her t-shirt over her head, unhooked her bra. Her nipples grew instantly hard in the air conditioning. Shivering, she urged the girl to get up so she could shimmy out of her shorts and panties. Naked, she grinned at the girl. She spread her legs wide for the girl.

The girl looked down at herself, then at Caitlin. Frowning, she said, “Yours looks different than mine.”

“I know. Your who-ha will change when you get older.”

“My who-ha?”

“Your, you know,” Caitlin said, laughing, “Why, what do you call it?”

“My vagina.”

“Really,” Caitlin said, laughing harder, “Never heard a kid call it a vagina before.”

Mandy shrugged.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said, shaking her head, “Anyway, your vagina will change as you get older. You’ll grow hair down there and have to shave it off like I do. You’ll get your period and have to wear an uncomfortable pad or stuff a tampon up inside. Moral of the story, enjoy your adorable little who-ha while you can.”

“Okay,” the girl said, clearly not understanding half of what she’d said.

The girl stood between Caitlin’s spread legs, hesitantly pressed the vibrator to her womanhood. Her eyes widened when Caitlin’s hips began to gyrate against the toy and she seemed hypnotized by the flex of her body.

She was so excited, watching the girl use the vibrator on her. It was so wrong and inappropriate, which made it all the more arousing. She’d never been so turned on than she was right then. Her body was going crazy.

“Is this okay,” the girl asked, looking at Caitlin for guidance.

Moaning thickly, she said, “It is perfect, Sweetie. Just don’t stop.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling.

She had to grab the armrest to keep from climbing up the back of the couch, her body trying to escape the intense pleasure washing through her.

“That feels so good,” she said, arching her back.

She hadn’t been lying to Mandy when she said she was close and already she felt an orgasm building a head of steam deep inside of her. Her cries of ecstasy seemed to make the girl uneasy but she didn’t care as the climax ran into her at breakneck speed. One more cry ripped from her as her body as she came, one to wake the neighbors.

The girl didn’t pull the vibrator away, probably didn’t know to. A second orgasm shook her, made her hastily push the girl’s hand away. It was so intense, she was a trembling mess, like a palsied chiwawa.

“Wow, kiddo,” she said, laughing.

“You finished?”

“Twice,” she said, reaching out to caress the girl’s cheek, “Thank you, Mandy.”

“Your welcome.”

It was an ingrained reaction to her saying ‘thank you’, one she was programmed to say. For some reason, it was hilarious to Caitlin and she scooped the startled six year old up into a hug. The girl was stiff in her arms, at first, still awkward with receiving affection. Then she hugged Caitlin back, her little arms encircling Caitlin’s neck. It was probably the first real hug the girl had ever given.

Again, Caitlin felt a tug at her heart. She didn’t deserve this girl’s hug, but she was probably the best person for it in the girl’s life. So, she hugged the girl for all she was worth, hoped the girl could feel the genuine love behind it.

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