The Babysitter Rules

Ella Knox sits on the couch in a low-cut dress, lips painted dark. Veronica stands over her, hands on hips, voice sharp as she fires question after question—wants to know where the boyfriend is this time. Ella answers cool, calm. Satisfied she's flying solo, Veronica grabs her keys and leaves. The second the door clicks, Alina Lopez strolls in wearing nothing but shorts and an open shirt. She eyes Ella up, sits closer than necessary, traces a finger along Ella's bare thigh and purrs that she's prettier in person. Ella shifts, promises she came to work, but Alina keeps pressing, tongue flicking out over her teeth, until she slides her hand inside the babysitter's dress and cups her breast. Veronica returns early, freezes at the trail of bras and panties leading down the hall. She follows the soft wet sounds to the bedroom and finds Alina on her knees, tongue buried between Ella's spread legs. A sharp throat-clear breaks them apart. Ella scrambles, mouth wet, stammering apologies. Alina just smiles and tells her mother to stop pretending—Mom's jealousy is written all over her face every time she mentions how 'pretty' the sitter is. She grabs Veronica by the nape, pushes her mouth onto Ella's. Veronica fights it for half a second, then moans, hands twisting in fabric as tongues tangle. Soon stepmother and stepdaughter are naked on either side of the babysitter, hands and mouths working over every curve while the afternoon sun cuts across tangled legs and damp sheets.