The Imperfections

Of course. Leave it to Theo to be reckless enough to not even use a fucking condom while he’s cheating on my sister—with a teenager.

I hope this isn’t going where I think it’s going.

Theo continues, “Well, right about the time I was coming inside our babysitter, I hear Bri calling my name down the hall. I panicked and we jumped off the bed and started throwing our clothes back on. I was sweating bullets. I was terrified Alyssa might—I wasn’t sure, so I grabbed her and gave her a kiss, sort of silently pleading with her not to say anything, then we went back to the kitchen. Bri didn’t know why Alyssa was still there if I was home, so I told her Alyssa was cleaning up after she made dinner, and I fucking made this teenage girl I just fucked who was still full of my cum clean up while I kissed my wife hello. These are not my finest moments, Brant.”

“That’s pretty fucked up,” I agree.

He nods then looks off and says, “It didn’t happen again after that for a long time. I didn’t even ask her to come babysit again because… you know, I hoped it would just go away and no one would ever have to find out. But Bri likes Alyssa and she didn’t know, obviously. She didn’t suspect anything. Again, Alyssa isn’t the kind of girl you think would do something like that.”

I’m getting worried about the fact that he keeps trying to protect this babysitter in the telling of this story, like he cares about her. Before I ask any questions, though, I give him a chance to finish.

“So Bri surprised me one night. When I got home, Alyssa was there to watch the boys so we could go out. It was weird for me, obviously, but Alyssa kept her mouth shut and did a good job acting normal, so we started having her come over again. I was nervous the first time I got home before Bri, but she seemed to get the message that I didn’t want to talk about what had happened, so she just told me what the boys had for lunch and left. I thought it was over.”

“But it wasn’t,” I surmise.

He looks at me and hangs his head. “One night we were working late again. I got home first and the boys were already in bed. Alyssa was sitting on the couch with a book and when I got there, she just looked up at me, and… I don’t know, Brant. The look in her eye… I got hard as a fucking rock. I asked her if she had to get right home and she said no, and then before I knew it, I was grabbing her and unzipping my pants and then my cock was in her mouth. She gave lousy head and I was so fucking hard, so I pushed her back on the couch and fucked her again. When we were finished I got a message from Bri telling me she was sorry but she wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours. This is where it gets real bad,” he tells me, like a warning.

“Now is when it gets bad?” I ask, shaking my head as I cross my arms over my chest. “All right. Go ahead.”

“Since the boys were in bed and I knew Bri would still be a while, I took Alyssa in to the shower. I told her I wanted to clean her up, but… you know. In the shower I had my hands all over her and by the time we got out, I was hard again. I guess I was talking dirty to her in the shower, telling her all the things I fantasized about doing to her. When we got out and she saw how hard I was, she asked me if I wanted to do any of that stuff to her before she left.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, trying to shake off the image of a teenage temptress my mind keeps conjuring.

Eyes widening, he nods. “Right? I know I should have sent her home, but there was this one thing I’d always wanted to do that Bri didn’t want any part of.”

“Oh, now you’re gonna be discreet. After telling me you were balls-deep inside the tightest hole you’ve ever fucked, now you’re gonna get precious?”

“I wanted her ass,” he says a little sheepishly. “I thought she’d say no, but she thought about it for a minute and then said okay. I couldn’t turn that down. I should have, I know, but I didn’t. I took her back to the spare bedroom, bent her over the bed, and fucked her sweet virgin ass.”

My cock starts to respond to the vulgar mental image he’s concocting. Of course it’s not him in my mind’s eye; it’s me with my cock buried deep inside some nice little almost-virgin who cooks like a wife and fucks like a whore.