SubscribeStar Story: The Babysitter, Part 32

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Part 32

Paige

Around 2 AM, Annika and I snuck down the hall and slipped into Alyssa’s room.

We had miraculously managed to pull everything off. Violet was a hacking superstar, Shannon was an award winning actress, and Noelle clearly hadn’t suspected anything regarding her phone despite the fact that she found it next to her laptop on the kitchen table instead of in her pocket where it was supposed to be.

Sure enough, after putting my sister to bed, Noelle gave Miley’s mother a call. Shannon played her part perfectly, down to the apology about my presence. The story the five of us came up with was that I was supposed to be away at an extended sleepover for the weekend. If Noelle asked later, it would be simple enough to explain that Dakota was supposed to be hosting, but there was a last minute complication on her end. I assumed that Miley’s babysitter would be more focused on Alyssa and wouldn’t look too closely at the rest.

“Ready?” I whispered.

This part was just icing on the cake, almost a reward for all of our hard work. Although it did serve to further sell the idea that she was my middle school sister, I mostly viewed it as an amusing ‘fuck you’ to Alyssa. Because even though she would 100% know that it was me and/or my friends who had done it, I couldn’t imagine her trying to point the finger at me without sounding completely ridiculous in the process.

“Mm hmm,” Annika smirked. She padded over to the bed and delicately gripped the edge of Alyssa’s comforter. We were about to see just how effective a sleeping pill could be on a smaller girl’s body. I had been telling half the truth earlier–one of the two pills had been a multivitamin. Ever the caring sister, I made sure to balance out that unhealthy pizza with a bit of nutrition to round out the evening. As for the other pill, every growing girl needs a good night’s sleep.

I followed her about halfway, then stopped to watch the show from my spot in the middle of the room. Although Alyssa and I weren’t biologically related, we had been sisters for long enough that I wasn’t particularly interested in seeing her exposed. Topless would be one thing, since that was a more common occurrence at sleepovers and in the locker room, but I could do without seeing Alyssa’s lower half. Thankfully, Annika was here to do my dirty work. She had always disliked my step-sister, and was easily one of my boldest friends as well. The look on her face said it all–she wasn’t nervous about Noelle somehow catching us, or about Alyssa waking up. Instead, she was simply excited and ready to give this a shot.

Annika slowly pulled the covers off my sister. Even from where I was standing, I could see that Alyssa hadn’t twitched in the slightest. The good news was, it was summer. It wasn’t too cold inside, and I imagined the comforter was less about warmth and more about sleeping with something over her body. The next step would be more of a test. Annika paused to glance towards me with a sly smile, clearly still more confident about all of this than I was.

Honestly, my biggest concern was Noelle. After taking care of everything earlier, followed by a good hour of board games to relax afterwards, I had gone upstairs to have a casual chat with Noelle. None of my questions had been too pointed. I asked about how she got into the kind of babysitting that sounded more specialized than the simple jobs that teenagers did to make a little extra cash, then eventually transitioned into questions about how she handled the more difficult charges. What would happen if a girl like Miley bolted out the back door? How was sleep possible when there was always the chance that a troublesome kid would sneak out in the middle of the night?

Noelle’s answers were stunning. Before putting girls to bed–she exclusively worked with her own gender for the sake of liability–she installed a collection of simple alarms on their windows and their bedroom door. Always on the outside of the room, so the girls would never know unless they tried something. According to Noelle, the alarm was quite loud. It would wake her up down the hall, and usually caused enough panic and hesitation for the girl to be caught before ever getting out of the house. Sure enough, she had placed one of them on the hallway side of Alyssa’s door. Luckily, the device was more designed to keep a girl from sneaking out than to prevent someone from sneaking in. A quick search of the brand name had taught me how to disarm it without setting it off, as well as how to activate it again once Annika and I were done.

That wasn’t all. When my sister was in the shower, Noelle had installed tracking devices into one of each of her shoes. It was kind of brilliant. If little Alyssa managed to run off while her babysitter wasn’t looking, then Noelle would easily be able to track her down. Not a perfect science, of course, as Alyssa could maybe get desperate enough to escape while barefoot. Still, knowing my sister, there was a good chance she’d put shoes on first.

This weekend was getting better and better. I had confiscated Alyssa’s phone, Noelle had a system to keep her at the house, and my sister really was stuck in a no-win scenario. Whether she behaved or not, she would be viewed as a difficult thirteen year old girl that was not to be trusted.

Annika hooked her fingers underneath both Alyssa’s shorts and her underwear. After glancing towards the petite girl’s sleeping face to make sure she wasn’t stirring from the contact, Annika reached over with her other hand to get a grip on the opposite side. Then, inch by inch, she stripped Alyssa’s lower half. With my blonde friend’s hair and torso in the way, I couldn’t see much despite the nearly full moon keeping the room well lit. That was still the way I preferred it, of course, although I didn’t love that I had lost eyes on Alyssa’s face. Now Annika was the only one who had the ability to make sure my sister’s eyes remained closed and her soft breathing stayed consistent.

It certainly helped that Alyssa was already a heavy sleeper. I had snuck into her room before to ‘check my answers’ against her completed homework, and could now safely assume that a creaking floorboard wouldn’t rouse her. But being fully stripped from the waist down? She probably wouldn’t have normally slept through that.

I held my breath when Annika slightly lifted one of Alyssa’s thighs to get her clothes farther down. However, Annika clearly knew what she was doing. Before long, the shorts/underwear combo were at my sister’s ankles and Annika was pulling them off completely. “Might want to look away,” she whispered. I knew what was next, so I pivoted my body more towards the bedroom door. In my peripherals, I could see Annika taking one of Alyssa’s ankles and slowly spreading her legs into more of a V.

“Still asleep?” I murmured.

“Yeah,” Annika replied, “But maybe not for long.”

With that, she retrieved the waxing kit she had set down on the bedside table before dealing with Alyssa’s covers and clothes.

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