Alexa was my best buddies daughter, and she had been babysitting my wife’s kids, my step-kids, since she was 15 years old. We all adored Alexa; she was bright, funny and very cute – in a teenage girl sort of way, but that was three years ago but now; a few months back, she turned eighteen, and while I may burn in hell for saying so, she was growing into a very hot and sexy young lady.
It was becoming more and more difficult not to look at her without a growing lust, as each day that passed, it seemed that her waist became smaller; her hips and ass more pronounced, and of course her once girlish flat chest bloomed into beautiful full firm tits.
As far as I knew she was still a virgin, her dad kept a very tight reign on her, and I had yet to hear of a boyfriend. She was a very studious young lady, keeping busy with homework, sports and her babysitting jobs and while I am sure she was boy crazy, no boy yet had gotten past her fathers strict rules and her busy schedule.
It was on my wife’s and mine fifth anniversary that things really began to get crazy with my erotic feelings for Alexa. I’m not sure if it was the fact I was getting older and that I had no kids of my own – my wife had made it very clear she was not going to have any more children when we got married – but my mind began to reel with taboo fantasies of taking Alexa’s virginity, without protection, with the intentions of putting a bun in her oven.
It was totally insane, and a plan that could very well get me shot by her father and land me in divorce court, but when she came through my kitchen door that day, looking radiant and ripe, to babysit the kids while my wife and I went out to celebrate, the urge became cemented in my mind and I set out to make it happen.
“Hi Chris!” Alexa greeted me in her usual upbeat way, “hey, congratulations on five years of marriage!”
“Why thank you sweetheart, and how are you today?”
“Fantastic!”
“Great, OK we’ll be home in a few hours, the kids are already fed and in their PJ’s and there are munchies in the kitchen. Call us if you need anything!”
It was difficult to act normal around Alexa, and I needed to be cool, but when the time was right, I’d find a way to break the ice along with her hymen!
Dinner with my wife was nice, but my mind was not on our fifth anniversary celebration and she could tell. “Honey, is everything OK?” she asked, “you seem so far away?”
“I’m sorry, it’s work,” I lied, “just some reports I’ve got to get done…”
“Well, tonight is our night so lets just relax OK?” my wife suggested, holding up a flute of champagne “here’s to us, and to many more happy years!”
“Yes, here’s to us…” I half heartily said, as visions of taking Alexa ran through my mind, “to many more happy years…”
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