TBaby/Smith/Alice

You are doubly fed up. You'd finally managed to convince your mother to let you off going to church so you could stay home with Trevor, but then she insisted, in spite of your protests, on having a babysitter. Not only that but the babysitter was not much more than a baby himself, the geeky kid from downstairs.

When you get up on Sunday morning, he's already there, sitting at the dining table doing what looks like homework and making you feel guilty because you haven't done yours. When he says good morning, you give him the evil eye and flounce into the kitchen to get yourself a bowl of cornflakes. You've just sat down to eat them when Trevor comes in wearing only the bottom half of his pyjamas. "I see what'shisname turned up then," you say.

"Jason, his name is Jason and I don't think he's that bad," Trevor says, so you give him the evil eye as well. You finish your cornflakes and decide to go back to your bedroom it's only as you shut the door, rather noisily, behind you that you realise you're wearing your short nightie and that Jason quite probably got an eye full. " Fuck him, you think. " It's not fair, spoiling our fun like this."

You hear voices through the door. Trevor's still high-pitched, but Jason's is deeper, "At least his voice broke," you think. " Maybe he's more grown-up than you thought." You lay on the bed propped up on your elbows to read the magazine you stole from the newsagents. There's an article about cunnilingus with instructions on how to get your man to do it properly. You think back to the holiday in the caravan when you and Trevor experimented and how you planned to experiment some more while Mum was at church.

You open the window when you got up and now you can feel the cool breeze on your bare bottom. The way you are laying means most of it is on view to anyone who came in. You wonder how Jason would react if he came in now and that gives you an idea.

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