We Put the Baby in Sitter 3 by Cassandra Zara Page A

have her.”
    “Right.”  I said with a grin. “We.”
    Charlotte came out of the water, walking toward us as rivulets of water streamed down her lean, shapely young body.  She lifted her arms to swipe the water back off her face and smooth down her hair, which brought her delicious little tits to attention, making them jiggle a little as she walked.
    I felt the familiar bloom of heat between my legs.  I’d become unbelievably horny since Charlotte first entered our lives only a couple of months ago.  We’d been adventurous, but nothing crazy in the sack.  Then we met Charlotte, and I couldn’t help myself... and Kevin was more than eager to agree to my plan to seduce her.  Before we knew it, we were in bed with virginal little Charlotte, only eighteen and barely out of high school, enjoying every inch of her smooth, taut body.  Watching Kevin take her for the first time had been a thrill.  Knowing he’d done it bareback, and that she might have gotten pregnant, only added to the excitement.
    After that, we couldn’t keep our hands off her.  Or the friend she’d sent over in her place to babysit one night.  But it was Charlotte that really stole our hearts.  She was sweet, helpful, the best babysitter a mother could ask for, and she was smoking hot to boot.  Most mothers would hate that, but I loved it.  I loved every single second that she spent pressing her naked body between Kevin and I in our bed.
    Watching Charlotte approach, I was glad I’d asked her to join us for the weekend at our beach house.  It was a small house set back from the ocean along a private beach—usually. Only homeowners along the beachfront road were seen on the beach, walking their dogs, jogging, or going for a swim.  There wasn’t much foot traffic, but the little we had zeroed right in on our barely-legal-aged babysitter.
    I couldn’t really blame them.
    “Uh oh, here comes another one,” Kevin warned.
    I looked up to see probably the third young stud of the day intercepting Charlotte before she’d gotten halfway back to us.  He smiled, putting his hands on his hips (and giving himself an opportunity to flex his muscles slightly).  Charlotte smiled, ducked her head—surprisingly, for such a beautiful girl, she could be shy sometimes—and tucked her hair behind her ear.
    “What if she finds another boyfriend?”
    I shrugged one shoulder. “If she does, she does.  I won’t stand in her way.  But I hope she doesn’t.  That last one just about crushed her ego.”
    “You’ve done wonders for her ego.  If it wasn’t for you, she’d have gone into college with a terrible self-esteem, and afraid to have sex.”
    “Thanks to you , she might go into college wearing maternity clothes.”
    He grinned sheepishly. “I would feel bad about that, but she doesn’t seem to care.  In fact, she almost seems to like the idea.”
    “I know.  I’m beginning to think all three of us are strange.”
    “Strangely hot!”
    “It’s incredibly hot.  I never thought sex could be this good.  And look at Charlotte.  She’s so much more confident.  She’s glowing.”
    The young man—who probably thought he was far more subtle than he actually came across—kept stealing glances at Charlotte’s wet, nearly-nude body.
    “Well, I’d better go,” Charlotte said, “I need to get some more suntan lotion on.”  She turned to go.
    “Wait!”  The boy said, touching her arm. “Uh... I could apply it for you.”
    “Oh, that’s okay.  I think my boss can handle it.”
    The admirer glanced toward Kevin, then leaned in, lowering his voice, and murmuring something to her.
    Charlotte giggled. “No, it’s not weird.  They’re basically like my family.  Bye.”
    She gave him a little wave, then jogged toward us, her firm breasts bouncing.
    “That makes it even more weird,” the boy muttered, then turned and skulked away, rejected.
    I knew I shouldn’t be doing a mental happy dance as the boy retreated.  But I