Stephanie's baby-sitting scam  (Part 1)
By: FelixTonto77,  FelixTonto77@aol.com
Young Bobby sneaks his first peek at a muscle girl.


Author's note:
*This is a repeat.
I hope you enjoyed the 'millennium dream' stories. They were a lot of fun to 
make. I am pleased to bring to you two (2) new short series. This one here is 
titled 'Stephanie's baby-sitting scam'. In a sense, it is a continuation of 
the 'millennium dream' series, years in the future. You'll see what I mean 
once you read the prologue. The other story, which I will bring to you almost 
simultaneously, is titled 'A transformed cowgirl meets the city'. I hope you 
will like both. For now, I believe that The Valkyrie has my stories posted in 
the 'Miscellaneous 10 Story gallery'. Tell others to read them. Thanks again.


Prologue:
I was only 14 years old when I first saw Stephanie's body. Even as a young 
boy, I felt a certain admiration towards her strong muscular body. She was 
like nothing I had ever seen before. I mean . . . I knew the story about her 
mom, Mrs. Alyssa Hirst, and her dad, Mr. Ethan Hirst. Their story had spread 
throughout the neighborhood immediately after their arrival. It was like a 
legend among the kids. We boys used to hang out and talk about stuff like 
that. We knew the neighborhood gossip even before it reached the local beauty 
salons.

Many of us kids had overheard our parents talk about the Hirsts. Slowly, but 
surely, we pieced the story together. Apparently, Mr. Hirst had a thing for 
big muscular women. He met his wife when she was only 10 years old. She was 
a very athletic girl. As she grew up, she continued playing sports and lift-
ing weights. Rumor has it that they saw each other nearly every summer from 
the time they met. Alyssa was only a teenager; Ethan was already in his 
twenties. Those rumors fascinated us. We never knew exactly what happened 
between them during those early years. We kinda' added our own 'made-up' 
stories to the existing rumors. But, I don't know how close we were to the 
facts.

What we did know, was that they married when Alyssa turned 18 years old. We 
guessed Mr. Hirst was about 26 or 27. Less than a year after the wedding, 
Alyssa Hirst gave birth to their daughter, Stephanie. Steph was involved in 
sports since childhood. She followed in her mom's footsteps. Unfortunately, 
we never got to see much of her. She attended the local elementary school 
during her early years. But, we were too young still. Not many of us remember 
seeing her, or even knowing who she was, then. After that, Mr. and Mrs. Hirst 
sent Steph to a private middle school and high school several hours away. 
Apparently those schools she attended provided not only challenging academic 
work, but also, everything Steph could want as far as athletics was concerned. 
They offered weightlifting, wrestling, boxing, martial arts, and many other 
sport training sessions and courses. According to 'our' rumors, Steph was 
growing into an incredibly 'buff' amazon girl. We didn't really have any 
proof though.

Stephanie lived in special school dorms during her middle school and high 
school years. Her parents went to see her or pick her up every weekend. How-
ever, even when she did come back with them, we didn't get any good glimpses. 
She didn't come out much. I suppose she wanted to enjoy 'kicking back' in her 
old home. When she did walk out of the house, it was usually to get right 
into her parents' car and go off to some restaurant or a relative's house or 
something like that. Besides, anytime we did see her, even if only from a 
distance (across several back or front yards), she wore loose sweatshirts 
with her school's logo in the front. We never knew what she actually looked 
like underneath. 

We did get several looks at her face. Every boy agreed that she was the 
prettiest girl we had ever seen. Her blondish-brown hair was just like her 
mom's. Except, Steph liked to wear the ends in curls. They bounced so 
perfectly as she walked. Her face had a perfect shape to it. Her lips were 
full and incredibly seductive. Her nose was nice and cute. Her eyes were the 
best. They were big and captivating. Her eyelashes were perfectly curled. 
She had an unrivaled young girl beauty. I'm sure she must've had dozens and 
dozens of guys after her during her teenage years. ( I can't do more than 
describe her using simple words. However, if you want to have a picture of 
someone that I think has a face that looks a whole lot like Stephanie's, go 
to this web address: http://kids.eint.com/paulina/gallery.htm ) (The girl 
featured in those pictures is pop-latin singer Paulina Rubio). 

Chapter 1
Anyhow, things got interesting one day when my parents left town for the 
weekend. I was 15 years old. I argued that I could take care of myself while 
they were gone. My mom did not agree. She arranged for Mrs. Wilkins (a 50 
year old lady who lives a block away) to come over and 'baby-sit' me. I 
hated the idea. But, there was nothing I could do.

Friday afternoon, Mrs. Wilkins arrived and my parents left. Not an hour went 
by, before my older brother Greg (20 years old) came in the door. "Greg," 
asked my baby-sitter, "what are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be 
away at college?" I asked the same question, silently. Greg didn't have 
vacation time at that moment. He lived (and attended college) several hours 
away, by airplane! So, he wouldn't take such a long, and expensive, trip just 
to spend the weekend at home. What was he doing home, I thought? "It's ok 
Mrs. Wilkins," responded my brother, "You can go home. I had mentioned to my 
parents that I might be coming home. I suppose they forgot." Mrs. Wilkins 
left. She wasn't sure that Greg was telling the truth. Nonetheless, Greg was 
my older brother and he was home. There was no reason for her to stay.

Greg cooked dinner for both of us and he washed all of the dishes. There was 
definitely something fishy going on. At around 9:00pm, Greg said to me, "Baby 
bro, I'm going to do some hard studying in my room. So please don't disturb 
me. I trust you to be all right. You can watch some TV downstairs or up in 
your room. I'll see you in the morning." I said goodnight to him too. Our 
house had more rooms than we knew what to do with. When Greg left for college, 
my parents decided that his room would remain his room. Whenever he came home, 
he had his old room waiting for him. As my brother studied, I played some 
video games downstairs in the living room.

While I played, I heard a faint noise outside. I looked out the window. I 
couldn't believe my eyes. It was Stephanie! She had never been to my house 
before. I couldn't think of any reason she would be there that night either. 
She walked quietly to the side of the house. I assumed the manners of a 
'private eye' detective as I tried to follow Stephanie's movements. I jumped 
and crawled as I moved closer to a side window. Our lights were on. If I 
wasn't careful, Steph would've been able to catch a glimpse of my shadow 
through a window. I peeked. She threw a tiny rock at Greg's window. After a 
second or two, I heard Greg whisper to her, "Here, use this rope to climb up." 
The end of a rope dropped right in front of Steph. She steadily made her way 
up. I wondered what they were up to.

I made my way upstairs quietly. I tried to rationalize. Why would Steph be 
in my house? Did Greg know she was coming? Why had Greg come home so un-
expectedly? I had no explanations. But I did have one thing. I had a peek 
hole into Greg's room! I made the tiny hole during Greg's high school years. 
He never found out. I was in my pre-teen years back then, and very intrigued 
with my older brother's Playboy magazines. By accident, I found out he had a 
secret collection of the 'naked ladies' magazines. I was extremely curious. 
Knowing that he would never let me see them, I found my own way to see them. 
While he laid on his bed looking at the magazine pictures, I sat in the bath-
room corner, looking at the same pictures through my 'man-made' hole. The 
upstairs bathroom was located right in between Greg's room and my room. We 
each had a private door leading to the bathroom. My peek hole was positioned 
to the side of the sink, about three (3) feet above the floor. It was perfect. 
It would be more perfect than I ever imagined on that particular night.

As I sat on the floor of the dark bathroom, I could hear Steph and Greg 
talking. They sounded very happy. I settled down comfortably in my spot. I 
saw Steph pulling off her sweatshirt! While she did so, she laughed and she 
spoke, "If I have to do this, you have to take off your clothes too, Greg." 
Greg smiled and pulled off his shirt too. I couldn't believe my eyes when I 
saw Steph's upper body. I mean, my brother was an athletic guy. He had always 
been into every sport imaginable. He was 20 years old. He stood about 6' tall 
and probably weighed around 180. His upper body was well toned. There was no 
doubt he was in good shape. But, when I saw Steph . . . her upper body looked 
even more muscular than Greg's! I knew she was only 19 years old. From what I 
could tell, she was a little shorter than him too. She was probably around 
5'9" tall. But her biceps, her triceps, her shoulders, and her chest muscles 
. . . they all looked bigger than my brother's!

When she dropped her sport 'warm-up' type pants, my jaw hit the floor. My 
brother had already brought down his pants. The definition in his legs was 
visible. He didn't have big thighs or calves, but his legs, from top to 
bottom, were very firm and toned. They were sure stronger than my own. Yet, 
when I saw Steph's legs, I was speechless. Her legs made Greg's look like 
broom sticks. Steph's thighs were huge! Her calves were massive! They bulged 
with muscle. Steph's waist was easily leaner than Greg's, but, the rest of 
her body was bigger and stronger. I figured she must have weighed the same, 
if not more, than my brother. Wow!!

My eyes made their way up to Steph's breasts. They were like two huge round 
melons. Greg's penis caught my attention. It was growing and growing and 
growing! Suddenly, it made its way out of his underwear. I had never seen 
something like that happen right before my eyes. His dick stuck straight out. 
Steph covered her mouth with her hands as she tried not to laugh. "Did I do 
that?" she joked. Greg's face turned as red as a tomato. I could tell he 
didn't know what to say. "It's ok," Steph comforted him, "I'm flattered that 
you feel this way about me and my body." Greg only sighed and nodded in 
agreement. Steph moved closer to him and hugged him. Greg hugged her back. 
"Oh, that tickles," Steph said giggling, "Your penis really wants to play 
with me, doesn't it?" I looked in between them. My brother's dick was 
thickening and hardening by the second. It was pressed right against Steph's 
own crotch. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Greg let out a couple of words (they 
were barely decipherable), "My penis does want to play with you. Maybe you 
and me can do something . . . maybe we can . . . you know . . ." Greg looked 
toward his bed. He was asking this muscular goddess, named Stephanie Hirst, 
to have sex with him! At that moment I didn't notice it, but my own small 
penis was growing into a fully erect position too. I was too busy and 
entertained, with the situation my brother was in, to notice my own body's 
physical reactions.

After some thought on Steph's part, she declined Greg's invitation. "We don't 
know each other well enough, honey," she claimed, with sad eyes, "But . . . 
I can help your little buddy feel better." Greg's face lit up. He did ask 
Steph not to call his penis 'little'. She giggled and agreed not to do so. 
They stood face-to-face. Steph put her hands on Greg's shoulders. She rubbed 
them. She rubbed his chest and neck. My eyes were glued to the peek hole. 
"You can unfasten my bra if you want," she said to Greg, teasingly. He didn't 
need to be told twice. He did as she said, immediately. I felt very proud of 
my older brother. I knew he was having the time of his life. Stephanie was 
gorgeous (like I said, if you want to see someone who has a face that looks 
very much like hers, go to the following web address: 
http://kids.eint.com/paulina/gallery.htm). Her body was out of this world. 
It had remained a secret to every kid in the neighborhood for years and 
years. Now, it wasn't a secret to me anymore. She was a real-life 19 year 
old goddess.

Greg's eyes were fixed on Steph's nipples, as her bra dropped to the floor. 
My eyes were too. It was like looking at the Playboy magazines, only we had 
the real girl right there, live. Steph's hand made its way down to Greg's 
underwear. She gently grabbed his dick which was already sticking out of his 
underwear completely. She massaged it teasingly. "Play with my nipples if 
you dare, lover boy," she said. Greg put his fingers on her ample chest. Her 
breasts were like two perfectly round volleyballs exploding right out of her 
huge pectoral muscles. Greg brought the tips of his index fingers to her 
nipples. He touched them, tickled them, pinched them lightly . . . he just 
played and played with them. 

When Steph noticed that my brother's dick was throbbing at full power, she 
stepped back. "Now to relieve your penis," she said sensuously. "Kneel on 
the floor," she ordered. My brother kneeled. I was already kneeling inside 
of the dark bathroom. Steph, still standing, turned around. Her back faced 
Greg. Her butt was right in his face! His penis stuck out about level with 
her massively muscular calves. "There," she said, "Place your penis in bet-
ween my calves." He inched closer. As his erect penis made its way between 
her calves, she tightened them and smacked them together. His penis was 
caught in the middle. She pumped and pumped my brother's throbbing dick. He 
placed his arms around her thighs. His hands looked so small on her huge 
legs. But he did everything he could to hold on. He purposely pressed his 
face against her firm butt as her calves milked his penis to the point of 
ejaculation. As he felt it coming, he arched his back backwards and let out 
a big moan. His dick let out spurts and spurts of semen. His cum dropped to 
the floor around Steph's feet. It was incredible. I was mesmerized . . . but 
not for very long at all. I started to feel my own crotch wriggle and throb. 
Before I knew it, I was cumming inside of my underwear too. I sat down on 
the bathroom floor to regain my strength.

When I looked into my peek hole again, I saw my brother laying down on his 
bed resting. Stephanie was putting on her clothes. "See you later lover boy," 
she said as she looked at my brother. Then, she looked towards my hole. 
"Next time, we'll bring you into the picture too, little guy," she said, 
giggling, "For now, I hope you had fun watching us." She knew I was there, 
watching them! I didn't say anything. I didn't even move. She looked back at 
my brother. Then, she looked down at his dried up cum on the floor. She said 
to him, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope I wasn't too much for you." He 
smiled at her. I could tell that she had really drained him. He couldn't say 
a word. "Both of you better get your strength back soon," she added, "After 
all, the weekend is only starting." Steph made her way out of the room. This 
time, she left through the door, not through the window.

After a couple of minutes, Greg got up and walked over to the bathroom. I was 
still there, sitting on the floor, leaning back on the wall. We looked at 
each other. But, we said nothing. Greg looked down at my crotch area. I 
looked down too. My cum had stained my pants. "Let's get those in the washing 
machine, little bro," Greg said, "Then, you can help me clean up the carpet 
stain that I left." I nodded. We looked at each other once more. We smiled. 
Our smiles never left. We washed my clothes, we cleaned the carpet . . . all 
throughout, we were the happiest guys in the world. After all, like Steph 
said, the weekend was just starting. We knew she would be back. I could only 
imagine . . . I could only imagine . . .


Stay tuned for Part 2 . . . coming very soon. Also, stay tuned for the 
'Transformed Cowgirl . . .' story. Both stories will unfold simultaneously.

Please feel free to e-mail me with any comment about these stories or about 
the previous 'millennium dream' story series (in the Miscellaneous 10 gallery).

E-mail: FelixTonto77@aol.com