The Last Taboo: Babysitting your best friend's daughter

Matt was just like any ordinary single man, doing his nine to five job at the biscuit factory and relaxing at weekends with a little fishing by the old canal near his house. He was single for now and being still thirty three thought he still had a few years in him before he worried about settling down. Matt was no saint, but at the same time he valued his morals and the standards he had been brought up with. He paid his taxes and picked up his litter. In every way he was just like every other thirty something.

On the Friday evening Matt received a phone call from his best friend Paul. Paul was a single man like him and they had been buddies since primary school. They played rugby together at college and now met up for the odd beer once or twice a month. Paul had met a girl while still at sixth form and not taking precautions found himself a father at 17. There were a few issues a year or two later, with the mother getting busted on drugs charges, leaving Paul holding the baby.

Beth had clearly inherited some of her mother’s wayward genes and had been suspended twice in her last year at school. Once for smoking weed and once for sending lewd text messages to guys in her class. Paul suddenly found his hands full having to work and be a single parent to a recalcitrant teenaged girl.

“Hi Paul, good to hear! How are you?” Said Paul hearing his old mate at the end of the phone.

“Hey Matt. Yeah good. Ummmm Matt, I need a favour. I’m being posted in Southampton for the weekend and I need someone to take care of Bethany.”

“Oh I see. Sure. I’m not really doing anything this weekend.”

“Ah mate, you’re a gem. Matt listen, if she gives you any grief be firm OK.”

“It’s all good Paul, I’ll cope.”

“OK, she just plays up sometimes. I’ve told her not to take liberties.”

Matt hadn’t really had much to do with Beth, apart from seeing her once or twice when he had dropped Paul off, but that had been a couple of years ago and she had looked like a pretty regular teenager. How hard could it be?

Matt drove round to Paul’s on the Friday evening. Paul left him a few instructions regarding his thermostat and gave him a brief tour of the kitchen.

“OK I’ll be fine Paul. Don’t worry.”

Paul looked at his friend, less than convinced. He had no other options but to leave him in charge of his daughter. There was no one else he could trust.

Beth hadn’t even bothered to come down when Matt arrived and Paul just shouted cheerio as he left. Matt decided to make himself at home and fetched a beer from the fridge and switched on the Discovery Channel. A few minutes later he heard footsteps on the staircase and then the living room door opened. Bethany appeared. Matt turned and was shocked to see a girl who was way more developed than he had imagined. She was not the slightly pinch-faced fourteen year old he had remembered with a figure like Olive Oyl. Bethany was sixteen and her hormones had run riot. Her black T shirt did little to hide the fact that she was an E cup and her tight blue jeggings were also rather revealing.

“You must be Matt,” she said.

“Hi Bethany pleased to meet you.”

“Yeah.”

Beth walked past Matt and returned presently with a bottle of beer.

“Ummm your Dad lets you drink?”

“He’s not here is he.”

“OK. Ummmm Beth. It’s your house and everything, but I have to…”

“Yeah yeah whatever Matt. Just chill and we’ll be fine!”

“OK. I’m just saying.”

“Look Matt. You don’t tell me what to do OK?!”

“Yeah yeah! Fine!”

Matt was taken aback by Beth’s hostility and decided to ease off and hope he could use any little diplomacy he had to best effect.

“Is there anything particularly you wanted to watch on TV?” Asked Matt.

“No, this is OK. I like Mythbusters.”

“Good. OK, that’s good.”

Beth though stood up and put her beer on the coffee table and went upstairs.

“Phew!” Exclaimed Matt to himself, when she had gone. He realised that it might have seemed a bit of an intrusion to her, him appearing as her guardian and she had tried to lay some boundaries early on.

Beth reappeared a few minutes later. Matt did a double take. The clothes she had been wearing were replaced by a thin, white cotton nightshirt and a pair of light pink sleeping shorts. Neither garment fit her very well, looking like they had been designed for a rather less well-endowed girl. Her breasts were as near perfect as Matt had ever seen. He legs were ever so slightly chunky, but shapely and her skin looked as smooth as silk.

Matt was immediately uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but look, but felt a natural resistance to have even the slightest urges towards his friend’s daughter. Beth sat next to him on the sofa and reached past the arm and picked up a brown box and took out a bright green hair dryer. She stood up and plugged it in by the wall, at the far end of the sofa.

“What’s that for? Your hair isn’t even wet.”

“I know.”

Matt looked on as she turned on the dryer and moved the heat setting to cool. She stared at Matt and pointed the nozzle downwards so that the cool air made her night shirt cling to her breasts.

“Beth! What the fuck!”

Matt watched as the cold air gradually made her nipples firm and erect. She turned off the dryer after several minutes and looked down, admiring her own breasts.

“What do you think Matt?”

Matt’s cock had been growing during her performance and now he sat there, as hard as rock. He gulped. He didn’t know what to say.

“I'm sorry how I carried on before Matt.”

“Ummm… that’s OK. Beth?”

Beth pushed his left leg to one side with her foot, confirming as she thought that he was hiding a good erection.

“I was a bad girl Matt. I understand if you want to punish me.”

“I..I don’t want to punish you Beth.”

“You don’t?”

Beth turned her back on him and gradually lowered her shorts until her firm, round ass cheeks were exposed. They already had a rosy glow about them.

“I bet you want to bend me over and spank me don’t you Matt!”

Matt was shaking, almost uncontrollably. He wanted her to stop, but his cock was so hard now and it was hurting.

Beth turned round and faced him. Her pubes were the same colour as he shoulder-length mousy hair.

“Maybe this side interests you a bit more Matt.”

As Matt gawped at her moist pudenda, she took the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She was naked except for her shorts, which were around her knees. She stepped a little closer to her baby sitter until her pussy was within sniffing distance. Matt could see a little droplet of moisture at the top of her crack.

“That’s it, you have a good look Matt.”

Beth put one finger into her pussy and lifted the little flange, that covered her clitoris and then the cute little nodule of flesh appeared. Matt gasped. Her clitoris looked so good. His cock was now so hard, he couldn’t hold on any longer and unzipped his trousers, relieving some of the pressure.

“Yes, come on Matt. Show me your cock!”

“Bethany your Paul’s daughter for fuck’s sake! I can’t do this!”

“Sure you can Matt. My dad thinks I‘m still a virgin.”

“Oh no Bethany!”

She leant forward and pulled Matt’s head towards her and then rubbed his face between her breasts. He groaned loudly. The warm, soft flesh of her tits glided around his nose and mouth. They had a beautiful milky scent. Her nipples were pink and ripe, as succulent as cherries. He stood up and against every fibre of reason that he knew, dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. Beth's face lit up. His cock was bigger than any of the guys at school and she loved how his helmet was thick and bulbous when the foreskin had rolled back.

Paul turned her round and knelt behind her, pressing his face into her ass. Then he licked her, lower and lower until he found her pussy, which was wet and had an amazing, sexy scent. He suddenly found himself lost in her cunt, inhaling her musk as he lapped up her pussy fat.

Bethany moaned wildly. She had never been licked out by a real man and was benefiting from the years of his experience. The more he licked her, the more she ached for him to fill her pussy. Matt stood up and looked at her ass and cunt. His dick bobbed up and down with every beat of his heart. There was no going back now. She might be the daughter of his best friend, but he wanted to fuck her… and fuck her hard.

He pushed her onto the sofa, arranging her length-wise. Bethany held on to the arm as Matt aimed his cock into her pussy. She was wet, but at sixteen, she promised to be tight. Paul gripped her broad hips and plunged his cock in slowly but surely, until all six and a half inches was buried into her lush young minge.

He groaned helplessly and she squealed with pleasure as he thrust his dick in and out of her cunt. He gritted his teeth as he held onto her ass cheeks, lunging at her, making her moan more and more. Her exquisite sensations were right on the border of pain and pleasure as her pussy was filled with his thick, hard shaft. Her whole body rocked back and forth as he pounded her, urged on by her wild cries of “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Matt’s will power had reached the end of its tether and with a final groan of pleasure, unloaded his balls into her pussy. His body jerked for nearly half a minute with Bethany howling with the intensity of her own orgasm at the same time.

“Fuck that was good!” Said Matt, as he pulled his still hard cock out of her. He walked round to the end of the sofa and Bethany opened her mouth as he wanked what was left of his ejaculation into her mouth.

“Oh yeah! That’s it Beth, suck me dry!”

She looked up at him, when she had swallowed the last few drops of spunk.

“Hmmmm.. You can come and baby sit me any time you like Matt!”

Matt looked across at the television and the photo of Paul and his daughter on her prom night. He rubbed his dwindling cock against her lips as pangs of guilt played on his conscience.

They spoke little afterwards as Beth picked up her clothes.

“Get me a glass of milk Matt. I’m going to get a shower and then to bed.”

“OK sure," he said, meekly.”

“Oh and I like toast and marmalade for breakfast.”

Matt nodded and headed for the kitchen to get her bed time drink.