Babysittting the Twins

By terripop

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Babysitting the twins

Kate texted her best friend Laura just after she got off the phone with Mrs. Morgan.

“u up 4 babysitting w me today?”

“Sure, for who?” Laura texted back.

“THE TWINS!” Kate replied.

“Lol, those rascals are a pain in the ass!” came Laura’s reply, followed by “When?”

“Noon ‘til midnight! 12 hrs. Big paycheck. Split 50:50.” Kate replied, hopeful that Laura wouldn’t bail on her.

The twins were notorious. They reveled in causing trouble for their sitters. They were mischievous, naughty, 10-year-old identical twin boys who made you earn your money. Twelve hours with them could end up being quite an ordeal! But the Morgans paid well, tipped big, and stocked the freezer with unlimited ice cream. On balance, Kate thought, this could turn out to be a good gig. Especially if Laura joined forces with her.

She looked at her phone.

“…”

Laura was thinking it over.

Kate texted: “Cherry Garcia! C’mon L!”

That did the trick. “OK, fine! But I’m not putting up with any shit from those twerps!” Laura responded.

“Amen!” Kate replied. “Me & Mom will pick u up. TTYL!”

When Kate’s mom dropped them off at the Morgan’s house, it was nearly noon. Kate rang the bell, and the two girls waited for Mrs. Morgan to answer.

“OK, here’s the game plan,” Kate said. “Let’s just ignore the runts. As long as they don’t get hurt, they can do whatever the fuck they want. We’ll clean up any messes they make after they go to bed. But until then, you and I are just two friends hangin’ out. If we ignore them, they’ll probably just go off and play video games.”

“I like it,” Laura replied, smiling. Then she added “I hope they don’t burn down the house!”

Mrs. Morgan opened the door wide. She smiled warmly and welcomed the girls in, then ran through the essentials. “Timmy and Tommy haven’t had lunch yet. There are hot dogs in the fridge, and some leftover pizza. For dinner, there’s spaghetti and meatballs. Help yourselves to whatever you want. They need a bath before bed. Put them down by 10PM. We should be home by midnight.”

Kate listened attentively. “Thanks Mrs. Morgan. We’re all set. I hope you have a nice time.”

Laura added, “And thank you for letting me tag along with Kate!”

Mrs. Morgan smiled. “No, thank you! Two of you stand a better chance than one against those energetic boys!” She turned to the two boys, who had just entered the room. Taking on a stern look, Mrs. Morgan admonished them: “You two behave yourselves! Listen to Kate and Laura and do what they say. Or else!”

The boys could barely hide sneers. “We’ll be good, Momma!” Timmy said in the most angelic tone he could muster. “Um Hmmm,” Tommy added.

Both boys were fixated on the girls. More precisely, on their tops. Both Kate and Laura wore satiny thin spaghetti strap camisole-type tops, as was the summer style for their age group. Neither wore a bra, and that was evident immediately to the boys – and to Mrs. Morgan. For her part, Mrs. Morgan wrote off this borderline inappropriate attire as a product of the times. In her mind, the boys were too young to take notice of such salacious attire.

But in the minds of the twins, which were often in sync due to their identical genetics, those flimsy tops were the stuff of fantasy! They imagined, with little need for extrapolation, what the girls would look like without their clothes. Their groins tingled with delight at the thought of the nipples they could nearly make out through the sheer fabric. Timmy nudged Tommy, who smirked and nudged him back. It was going to be a good day.

Mrs. Morgan gathered her purse and jacket and left the house. Kate and Laura dropped their backpacks off in the hall closet and braced themselves for what they anticipated would be an early burst of energy from the twins.

As if on cue, Tommy and Timmy appeared, and Tommy announced: “Now that Mom is gone, shall we play strip poker?!”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh! Strip poker with a couple of fifteen-year-old girls! Wasn’t that every early pubescent boy’s fantasy! She smiled at Tommy. “You wish!”, she replied, before changing the subject. “How about you two go and watch some cartoons while Laura and I relax for a bit?”

Laura was too tickled by their request to let it pass without comment. “Strip poker! As if! You guys are so funny. Pathetic, but funny.”

Tommy did not like being called pathetic. Timmy didn’t even notice the snub. He couldn’t take his eyes off Laura’s well-developed breasts, with nipples forming unfamiliar, provocative buttons through her top. He whispered to Tommy: “Look at them boobies, man. I gotta see ’em.”

As doubtful as he was that there was any chance of success, Tommy knew that Timmy was hell bent on getting a glimpse of a bare breast. And while he knew better, he egged his brother on, whispering, “Pathetic, huh? We’ll show her! Let’s make it happen, Bro!”

That call to action set Timmy on a course that he would remember with regret for some time to come. He raced forward toward Laura, pretending to fall at the last minute and using that excuse to grasp the low-slung neckline of her top as he descended to the ground. “Boobie attack!” he blurted, undermining his own subterfuge. His plan had the desired effect, Laura’s shirt stretched down under the weight of his grip and revealed her left breast.

Tommy, abandoning all reason in support of his visceral bond to his brother and his prurient desires, lunged forward, echoing “Boobie attack!” as he mirrored Timmy’s actions to expose Laura’s right breast.

Her neckline was now tucked neatly underneath the crease of her breasts, which were indeed ample for a girl her age. Laura was momentarily frozen in shock. “What the fuck!” she shrieked.

Timmy lay on the ground, getting an awkward and skewed view of his prize. But Tommy, ever the more prepared twin, pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture. “Oops, we slipped!” he laughed. “But thanks for the show!”

Laura took that moment to regain her composure, pulling up her top and snarling at Tommy. “You little creep! Give me that phone!”

“I don’t think so,” Tommy sneered, racing toward the living room. He would have escaped, had not Kate been directly in his path. She used his momentum to spin him around and hurl him to the floor.

“Not so fast, jerk-off!” she snarled, wrestling his arms behind his back, and twisting the phone from his grip. “I’ll take that, thank you,” she said, shoving him further and keeping him immobilized with her right foot. “Be still, you little shit,” she threatened.

Tommy made no attempt to fight. Kate was bigger and stronger, and they both knew it.

Laura, still shaken, said “I think he took a picture!”

Tommy nodded his head. “Yeah, I did! So what? Go ahead and delete it. I don’t care. We still got to see your boobies!”

“I will delete it,” Kate replied sternly, “but first I’m sending myself a copy so we can tell your mom about this rotten behavior.” She sent the photo to herself and then deleted it.

Timmy, now bent in a headlock by Laura, snickered. “You think a picture of Laura showing off her boobs is going to make mom mad at us?!”

Laura tightened her grip. “Shut the fuck up and sit down, Timmy!” she commanded, forcing Timmy to join his brother on the floor. Then, turning to Kate, she said in a worried tone: “Make sure to empty the deleted items!”

“Good call,” Kate replied.

Tommy, now sitting on the floor next to his brother, was about to rattle off a snide comment. But instead, something ratcheted in his brain. “Deleted items…Shit!” he thought to himself. He went pale.

“Oh! My! God!” Kate exclaimed, using her free hand to cover her mouth. She looked wide-eyed at Laura, speechless.

“What?!” Laura asked.

“Guess what? You’re not the only exposed person on this phone! There are a bunch of pictures here of Mrs. Morgan – in the buff!! They must have spy-cammed her!”

Laura shrieked, running to Kate’s side to see the photos. Her jaw hung open and her eyes grew wide as Kate scrolled through the shots.

“By the way, nice body, Mrs. M!” Kate declared, stopping at a particularly flattering full-frontal image of Mrs. Morgan.

“They took pictures of their own mom, naked?!” Laura asked, incredulous.

“Looks like her bedroom,” Kate confirmed. “Taken from the dresser! Maybe they used one of those motion detection phone apps.”

On the floor, Timmy scowled at Tommy. “You idiot! You were supposed to delete those!”

Tommy, perplexed, shook his head. Weakly, he replied, “I thought I did…”

Laura laughed and let out a whistle. “Man, she’s going to be mad as a hornet when she sees these!”

She’d be furious, Tommy thought to himself. He’d be grounded, maybe for the whole summer, and his phone would be gone for good. And then when his dad found out, well, Tommy didn’t even want to think about that.

Tommy stood up and mustered his best doe-eyes. “Come on, please, Kate and Laura, don’t tell her. We’re sorry for misbehaving. We’ll be super good from now on. Okay? Pleeeease!”

Timmy joined his brother’s quest. “Yeah, I’m sorry too. We promise to be really really good. Just don’t tell! She’d kill us!”

Kate knew that telling Mrs. Morgan was only one of a couple of options, and maybe not the best one. If she chose to tell, she knew that it would be both embarrassing and sad for Mrs. Morgan, a woman she admired and liked. The other option, more attractive to her, was to use this discovery as a tool to make the boys behave – and maybe to teach them a lesson. In any case, she knew a victory when she saw it. “On your knees, assholes!” she barked. “Why shouldn’t we tell your mom that she’s raising identical perverts?”

Both boys sank to one knee, hoping to defuse the situation.

Laura amplified Kate’s derisive tone. “And if we do decide not to tell her, you’re going to have to do a lot better than just ‘being good!’ We already expect you to be good. To have us even consider keeping this as a secret from your mom, you’ll have to do exactly as we say, with no complaints, starting right this minute.”

Timmy sensed a sliver of hope. “Yes! Whatever you say!”

Laura wagged a finger at him. “Are you sure? You might not like what I tell you to do!”

Tommy nodded his assent. “Just delete those pictures and don’t tell mom.”

With her hands on her hips, Kate declared, “Oh, I’m never deleting those pictures. And I’ve sent myself copies for safe keeping. But, before deciding on whether to tell your mom about your nasty violation of her privacy, we’ll wait to see if you are serious about being obedient young men instead of imps!”

Laura spread her arms. “Let me make it simple for you, boys. We own you!”

Kate looked at Laura, smiling. Kate was always inclined to forgive and forget, to smooth over socially awkward situations and confrontations. But one of the things that attracted her to Laura was that Laura did not shy away from those same confrontations. She reveled in them. Win or lose, Laura could be counted upon to push back hard against those who crossed her. Timmy and Tommy had picked the wrong boobies to attack.

Egging her friend on, Kate asked, “What shall we do with these bad boys? Don’t you think they could
benefit from a lesson in personal privacy?”

Laura’s broad smile accentuated her natural dimples. “Oh, for sure! I like the way you’re thinking! Let’s give them some of their own medicine.” Then, turning to the twins, she said, “Gentlemen, you need to learn to control yourselves, and we have the perfect lesson in mind!”

Timmy and Tommy looked at her warily. They were expecting a ‘time out.’

“You can start by stripping, right now,” Laura demanded, as she folded her arms and glared. “And make it snappy. I want to see two buck naked Morgan boys, pronto!”

“No way! I’m not taking my clothes off!” Timmy asserted, not yet understanding the abject weakness of his bargaining position.

Kate pointed a finger at Tommy. “You guys just promised to do what we say, and now you’re breaking that promise. Fine! I’m calling your mom right now.” She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and began to dial.

Tommy panicked, “Wait!” Turning to his brother, he pleaded. “Timmy, we’re dead if they show mom and dad those pictures!”

“You had better believe it!” Laura chimed in. “And now I’m kind of curious to see what your dad does when he gets home from his interrupted dinner to deal with his peeping Timmy and Tommy. I hope they let us stay for the fireworks!”

“Alright!” Timmy conceded “We’ll do what you say!”

“So, why are you still dressed?” Kate smiled.

Timmy snarled at his brother. “You should have deleted those pictures, Tommy!”

Tommy nodded. “You’re right, Timmy. I’m sorry!”

“Sorry they got caught,” Kate chuckled, high-fiving Laura.

Both boys began to unbutton their shirts, and neither was quick about it. But the girls had time on their side and were relishing the drawn-out disrobing. Once their shirts, shoes, and socks were in a pile beside them, both Timmy and Tommy unzipped their cargo shorts and let them drop to their ankles before stepping out of them. Now both were clad only in their matching tighty-whitey underwear. They looked at their tormentors for a sign of leniency.

“Let’s get those underpants off, dummies, we don’t have all day!” Kate grinned, stretching her palms outward toward their respective groins. Then she looked at Laura and laughed. “Oh wait, we do have all day!”

Laura smiled at her friend’s joke. She turned toward the boys. “Nevertheless, get naked, now!” she said, with a little more harshness than they expected. Both boys bent over and pushed their underwear down to their ankles, stepping out of them and standing back up while cupping their hands over their genitals.

“Good job, dummies!” Kate applauded.

Laura was not yet satisfied. “Now put your hands on your heads so we can get a good look at your wieners,” she said, dismissing their faint hope to retain some modesty.

Timmy and Tommy were flushed with embarrassment. Only their mother had seen them naked in the last year, and now they were about to be fully exposed to two girl babysitters! It was humiliating.

Tommy went first, lifting his arms and putting both hands on the top of his head. Timmy followed Tommy’s example. Both boys looked at Kate, instinctively aware that she was the lesser threat.

Kate smiled and began an embarrassing critique while staring at their penises alternately. “Nice! No pubes yet, but they are definitely on their way to becoming young men!”

“You know, even though they are twins, I think Timmy’s is a little bit smaller,” Laura commented, landing an intentional insult to the twin who had first attacked her. She added, “But they’re both cute as buttons!”

“Agreed, cute, but naughty!” Kate replied. “Boobie attacks? Spying on your mom? You two should be ashamed of yourselves. And even if you’re not ashamed of what you did, I’ll bet you’re at least feeling some shame because you have to stand there naked in front of me and Laura. Aren’t you?”

“Totally,” Tommy replied, staring at his feet.

“Well, what you’re feeling is the shame that you should have felt when you betrayed your mom and attacked your babysitters,” Kate lectured. “Keep that feeling in mind the next time you consider doing anything so horrible!”

“We will,” Timmy replied, hoping that his agreement would mean that this predicament would be over soon.

As if she heard his thoughts, Kate added a coda to her lecture on shame. “Good! And just to be clear, what you are wearing now will be what you wear for the rest of the day. It’s a fitting punishment for you and a fun game for Laura and me. And when we babysit for you again in the future, you can expect to wear the same thing! As soon as your parents leave, you’ll get into your birthday suits.”

Laura smiled. She liked that Kate was piling on. She added an amendment to Kates’ nudity requirement: “Unless we decide to play dress-up with you and give you pretty makeovers!”

“Oh, I love that idea!” Kate replied, giving Laura a thumb’s-up sign.

Timmy and Tommy resigned themselves. They were going to spend the day naked. If that was the worst of it, they’d survive. What they desperately hoped for now was the chance to just sit and watch TV or play a video game.

No such luck.

“Boys, put your hands behind your backs and face each other,” Laura instructed. “Stand so that the tips of your noses are touching each other.”

They both took their hands off their heads and put them behind their backs. Then Timmy shook his head, more in puzzlement than defiance. “Touching noses? That’s stupid,” he declared.

“Just do it,” Kate commanded, sharply, though she had no idea where Laura was going with these instructions.

Not willing to risk angering Laura, Timmy and Tommy touched noses. They both snickered at the absurdity of being naked, nose-to-nose. “Hi, Timmy.” Tommy said. “Hi, Tommy,” his brother replied.

Laura was pleased with their compliance. “Now close your eyes,” she said.

They both closed their eyes.

“OK, now listen carefully,” she said, with a more serious tone, “If either of you open your eyes before I tell you to, or fail to follow my instructions quickly and completely, we will take you over our knees to give you some well-deserved spankings. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh,” replied Tommy, squeezing his eyes shut more tightly, as if that would dismiss any doubt.

“And you agree?” Laura pressed.

“Yes,” Timmy responded.

Laura motioned to Kate, pretending with her hands to take a picture. Kate grinned, got the message, and took out her phone. She began to record pictures and videos of the boys, naked, eyes closed, and touching noses. She thought it looked adorable. They, of course, would have been horrified had they known they were being recorded.

“I want you to repeat after me,” Laura instructed. “We will never take naked pictures of our mom again!”

The twins obliged, in unison: “We will never take naked pictures of our mom again.”

Laura continued her guidance for their impromptu oath. “And when we get horny, we’ll work it out ourselves instead of bothering others.”

The twins parroted: “And when we get horny, we’ll work it out ourselves instead of bothering others.”

Laura smiled, “Excellent!” She continued, “Now take your left hand from behind your back and grab hold of your brother’s penis. But keep those eyes closed!”

Kate’s jaw dropped. She mimed a shocked outcry to Laura, who shrugged and smiled.

Timmy did as she instructed, bringing his left arm around and reaching forward to find his brother. His hand collided with Tommy’s hip, then he felt his way to his brother’s tool. He wrapped his hand around it, causing Tommy to utter an involuntary “Oh!”

Tommy hesitated, keeping both hands firmly behind his back.

Kate asked: “Tommy, did you not hear Laura? Are you failing to follow her instructions quickly and completely?”

“Um, I, uhh…” Tommy hemmed.

Timmy tried to head off more trouble. “C’mon, Tommy. I don’t want a spanking!”

Neither did Tommy. He sighed heavily, then said with exasperation, “Fine!” bringing his hand around and deftly gripping his brother’s penis. All of this, Kate recorded.

“Good boy, Tommy!” Laura responded. “Now here’s the last part of this adventure. I’m going to play a song, and you are going to shimmy your hips to the music. Convince me you’re into it or things will get worse for you. Keep your feet planted where they are. Don’t ever let go of your brother’s wiener, Don’t you dare open your eyes and try hard to keep those noses touching. Got it?”

Neither boy responded to this bizarre and detailed set of instructions. Laura took out her phone and opened the music application. She started up the rap song “It’s Hot in Here” by Nelly. It was a lively tune, and the boys dutifully tried to keep time with the music by gyrating their hips. The punctuating refrain “It’s getting hot in here, so take of all your clothes” was a perfect theme for this dance!

Kate doubled over with silent laughter, while still video-recording the extraordinary scene in front of her. She gave Laura a silent high-five.

Before the song was half over, Laura’s devious plan began to work. The boys’ manual grips and syncopated hip motions caused enough stimulation to bring each boy to a state of semi-erection. They found themselves each holding their sibling’s hard-on. They were horribly embarrassed by their arousal, especially in the presence of the girls.

Laura noticed the erections before Kate did and pointed to them before putting her palms together and then spreading them apart to pantomime their growing penises. Kate nodded her approval and zoomed in for a close-up.

As the song ended, Kate took over, “Well, that was certainly fun for us, and I guess you two now understand what Laura meant by ‘working it out yourselves instead of bothering others!’ Now, listen up. When I count to three, you can open your eyes and look at me. But don’t let go of your brother’s wiener!” Kate positioned herself squarely in front of the two mutually masturbating boys and framed them in her phone camera. “One…two…three!”

Both boys opened their eyes and turned toward the girls, surprised to see both pointing iPhones toward them! “Say cheese!” Kate sang out.

They immediately let go of one another and covered their own erections with cupped hands. “Hey, no fair!” Timmy complained.

“Oh, honey, I’m not trying to be fair,” Kate replied in her most maternal tone. She turned the camera screen toward the boys, showing a particularly bawdy shot of the two of them, boners in hand, staring agape at the camera. “And now, you have even more reason to behave. Because now we don’t even have to tell your mother about your misdeeds to get you to do what we say. Now, unless you are completely obedient, you risk having us share these pictures with your friends! Wouldn’t that be humiliating?” She high fived Laura again, this time with a loud clap.

Timmy and Tommy were disconsolate. It was true. Far worse than enduring their mother’s wrath would be the abject shame of having a photo get out showing the two of them wanking one another off.

Laura continued the onslaught, “Speaking of which, put those hands at your sides, now!”

Timmy let out a guttural “Arghh”, but both boys complied, revealing horizontal erections jutting toward their tormentors.

Laura guffawed. “Aww, those are the cutest little hard-ons!”

Both boys felt the flush intensify in their cheeks.

Kate spread her arms, palms up. “You know, Laura, I don’t recall telling them it was okay to let go of one another. Do you?”

Tommy’s eyes widened. Timmy, always a bit slower, said “Huh?”

Laura brightened at Kate’s observation. It set them up for a perfect next step in their babysitting adventure with the twins. “Why, no, Kate, on the contrary, I am certain that we told them specifically not to let go.” Turning to the twins, she shrugged. “I guess we all know what that means! Time to get spanked!”

Timmy balled his hands into fists. “You can’t spank us!” he declared.

“Um, yes, we can, dummy,” Laura replied, before turning and beginning to walk toward the living room. She motioned for Kate to follow. “We’ll be in the living room. You and Tommy think it over.” As the left the room, Laura paused for a moment and turned wave her phone toward the boys. “But don’t take too long, or we might start posting on Instagram!”

As the girls left the room, Timmy turned toward his brother. Both boys’ erections were fading as they weighed the events of the past half hour and the 11 or so uncertain hours ahead before their parents returned home. Timmy tried, fecklessly, to take a stand. “We are not letting them spank us,” he informed his brother. Tommy replied, wearily, “Yes, we are, Dummy. Yes, we are.”

Just after she landed a particularly fierce spank with a resounding ‘Thwack!’ Kate paused to admire her handiwork. Tommy’s ass was rosy red. His muffled sobs were less disturbing to her now than the wailing yelps that had punctuated the earlier phases of his spanking. His struggles, too, had waned. Squirming and writhing had done no good – her grip was too firm, her palm relentless in its punishment of his derriere. Now, he lay almost still, draped enticingly across her lap. She felt the pressure of his erection on her thigh, and marveled at how boys’ minds must work, to be aroused by such treatment. In that moment of calm, she rubbed his ass cheek in small circles, considering whether to expand the diameter of that circle to allow her fingers to graze his exposed balls. She decided against it, for now. She looked over toward her friend, whose satisfying drumbeat on Timmy’s backside was making him howl with rage, pain, and humiliation. Kate wondered whether Timmy, too, was hard.

“You know, this might be our best babysitting gig ever,” Kate said, as she stopped rubbing Tommy’s cheek and rested her hand on his ass cheek.

“No doubt,” Laura replied, “And the day is still young!”

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