House Sitting Ch. 01

The call from Brooke had come out of nowhere. She'd said her family needed a house sitter for two weeks. Just someone to be there, feed Sam the dog, attend to the cat and bring in any packages.

Brooke was attending College the next state over on a full athletic scholarship. Her sister Hailey, who was four years older than us, was off to the Bahamas and her parents were on vacation in the South Pacific.

I hadn't heard from Brooke since sometime before she'd gone off. We had been good friends in elementary school and lower high, but then we'd drifted apart. She was the sporting high achiever with great grades and her mother's amazing looks who had become the center of the cool kids' world at school. I was the struggling dork who couldn't catch a ball to save his life and was so far down the social ladder that I was a nobody, a nameless seat warmer at the local community college, who lived at home with his struggling mom.

Just stay out of the bedrooms, don't dare touch her dad's booze collection, don't have friends over and sleep in the basement spare room. That was my tasking. I'd never really had friends, so I had never really tried alcohol, so the last two things were certainly not an issue.

I'd made my way over after my class on Friday and let Sam, the black Labrador, in and played with him for a minute. With Sam in tow, I dropped my bag of clothes and backpack in the cellar and wandered up to the kitchen. There was some leftover pizza in the fridge, a freezer full of frozen meals and a pantry full of the usual staples. I grabbed a slice of pie and a can of cola and walked into the TV room.

One wall was covered with photo frames which documented the happy family life the Wards had experienced since they'd moved in. There were the obligatory staged photos that had been taken over the years, and lots of incidental photos. In one frame, an image from Brooke's eighth birthday showed a carefree bunch of children clustered around a cake lit with candles. I was there, on Brooke's left, caught up in the golden moment. We'd been close back then.

I finished off the last bite of pizza and took a chug of my drink. Further along the wall the images became more recent, and more unfamiliar. Hailey, off to her prom, looking drop-dead gorgeous. Hailey in a bikini on a beach somewhere, looking fucking amazing. Brook off to our prom, that I'd never gone to, not that anyone had noticed. She looked stunning. Brooke in her full collegiate athletic gear, a look of pride and determination in her eyes. A family photo, maybe from last summer, out by the pool, Brooke's dad in board shorts, her mom in a flattering one-piece that showed off her amazing figure and then the two girls in black bikinis, their now well-developed curves on full display. The image had a predictable effect on my manhood, and I gave the erection that had formed in my shorts a squeeze.

At that, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message from a number I didn't recognize.

Them: Hey Pipsqueak, it's Hailey. You at the house yet?

Only Hailey called me Pipsqueak. She had tormented me for as long as I could remember, starting with that nickname. "How could you be called 'Pip'?" she'd asked. "Boys aren't called names like that. Anyway, you're too small to be a boy. You look like a girl." I'd hated her for her incessant bullying, but had always had a crush on her.

Me: Y.

Hailey: Great. Got your deets from sis. Left you a pizza there last night. In the coffee can by the fruit bowl, you'll find $100. Please use it. The weather is warming up and the pool is good to go. Use towels from the laundry or pool house. Enjoy! But stay out of the bedrooms. No party. No friends over.

Me: K.

I looked again at the last image on the wall and squeezed the front of my shorts again, walked to the sofa and fired up the TV.

After watching some crappy show I changed into some swimming trunks, grabbed a towel from the laundry and made my way out to the pool. The afternoon was delightfully warm and the pool refreshing. I swam for a while and then dried off, headed inside and went to shower up.

I could have used the small bathroom down in the cellar but thought I'd make use of the better facilities upstairs. Turning on the fan and the faucets, I turned and dropped my shorts, throwing them on top of the laundry hamper. That's when I saw the black thong half hanging out of the hamper lid.

I looked around the room as if I needed to check that no one was actually there. My heart raced as I extended a hand and my erection hardened as I grasped the simple black cotton in my fingers.

I raised it to my nose and drank in the slight musky smell.

It had to be a pair of Hailey's.

To think that I had a pair of her panties in my hand, panties that had recently been so close to her intimate parts. My head swam with images of her amazing body.

For some reason I stepped into them and pulled them up my legs, almost shivering with delight as I did so. My hardness looked ridiculous trapped in the black cloth, peeking out of the top band, but I didn't care. I pretended for a moment to be Hailey, the tall, dark-haired goddess. The feeling the strip of cloth between my ass cheeks gave me was heavenly.

Stepping into the scalding hot water, I rubbed myself with a handful of coconut-scented body wash and treated my hair to a serving of the high-end shampoo and conditioner. I stood mesmerized as a dollop of suds ran erotically down my torso towards the black material. It didn't matter that there were no boobs for the suds to navigate. That was Hailey's thong on my body!

I pumped another serve of body wash into my right palm and rubbed the front of the thong, luxuriating in the feel of the fabric and wash rubbing against the underside of my erection. Leaning against the wall, just out of the jet of water, I moved the fabric down, freeing my hardness, gasping as I grasped it. Except in my mind, it was Hailey's hand.

She ran up and down my length several times, then paused at the head of my hardness, causing me to gasp and tense my legs. Her hand went back down to my balls and slowly came back up. That's when I felt my body lose control and my orgasm hit, sending ropes of cum flying against the glass door as I bucked and shook and moaned.

'Fuck.... that was intense!' was all I could muster in the way of thought as I stood there in the steam and heat.

It was only as I pulled the wet material down my legs that I thought, 'I wonder what other bits of clothing I could find in the coming days?'