The Babysitter Rules

Ella Knox showed up to babysit looking like trouble on heels. Low-cut dress, dark lipstick, cleavage you couldn't ignore. Veronica Avluv clocked every detail and demanded answers before leaving. She grilled Ella, made sure no boyfriend would crawl through the window like last time. Then she was gone. The second she left, Alina Lopez walked in and spotted Ella on the couch, book in hand. She stopped dead. Veronica had said the babysitter was cute. That word didn't cover it. Alina sat too close, started talking low, touching Ella's bare thigh. Ella shifted, cheeks hot, tried to keep the conversation clean. Alina didn't stop. Then the key turned in the lock. Veronica walked in on skirts and bras everywhere. Rage hit her face. She stormed down the hall and found exactly what she feared: her stepdaughter's mouth between Ella's spread legs. Throat cleared. Both girls jumped like caught kids. Ella scrambled for her clothes, apologizing, but Alina stayed on the bed, calm. She knew the truth. Mom wasn't pissed about the sex. She was pissed she wasn't the one doing it. Alina told Ella to kiss her stepmom. Veronica tried to refuse, but Ella moved in and slid her tongue between Veronica's lips. The denial broke. Veronica grabbed her, kissed back hard. By the time the sun dropped low, the three of them were naked and spent, bodies tangled, the afternoon burned into every nerve.