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Sitter Bot

By: VogonBard



"What's that?" Brandon pointed across the attic at something that looked like a human figure, draped in a white dustcloth. "Creepy."

Pete looked up from the cardboard box he was pawing through. "That's the old sitter-bot."

"Shit! You guys are rich! You've got a sitter-bot? That you don't even use? Does it work?"

"Yeah, it works. We're not that rich. Dad got it almost free from a private school that was upgrading its faculty. It was the librarian, and he brought it home and enabled the childcare options. Don't get sidetracked, come help me find that stuff for my mom."

Brandon ignored him and walked over to the table, pulling the cloth off the robot's head and shoulders. "Man, she's hot! Are you sure she works?"

"Yeah, it works. It's in hibernation mode. It stays warm and does routine maintenance, and calls Dad if it needs something. Mom and Dad keep it maintained so they can give it to my sister when she starts having kids." He grinned at Brandon. "It looks human, doesn't it? Dad thought the sitter should LOOK like a sitter. When it was teaching Jenny how to swim, I was crushing on it. I used to sit up in my room and watch it through the window. It looked good in a bikini."

Brandon grinned at him. "You were hot for her, huh. She looks like that bot at the theater. You know, the usher?"

"Yeah, it was a popular model. I see them all over the city. Different hair and skin, but basically the same robot."

Brandon had accessed the owner's manual on his pad and was thumbing through the pages. He absently wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Shit, your attic gets hot in the summer."

Pete nodded and pulled off his tee, using it to mop the sweat off his neck and face. "If you'd come help me, we'd get out of here quicker!" He turned his attention back to the box on the floor in front of him, looking for the drives that his mother had asked him to bring down from the attic.

"Pete!" Brandon sounded surprised.

"Yeah, what?" He said absently as he opened another box.

"This is fully functional." He pulled the dust cloth off and let it fall to the floor, revealing a robot dressed in a pale orange jumpsuit, eyes closed. It was a high end human emulator, and in spite of being old technology, could pass for a twenty year old human female in nearly any setting.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Pete, this is fully functional! Shit, it's a sexbot!"

Pete looked up, annoyed. "No, she's not. She's a librarian with childcare modes enabled."

"Pete, look at the manual, she's fully functional!"

"No, she's not. Get real. What would we be doing with a sexbot? And be quiet, someone will hear you." He gestured at the door which silently dilated shut, and joined Brandon, looking over his shoulder at the pad. 

"Wow." He grinned. "She has a lot of options, I'll say that." He took the pad from his friend and tapped in an access code. The robot on the table chimed and he tapped the pad a few more times.

"See?" He pointed at the screen. "Fully functional, yeah, but it doesn't have the subroutines for EVERYthing. Conservative family here, remember? No sexbots here, dummy."

"So what? Let's install them."

Pete laughed. "Do you wanna fuck my robot?"

"Duh, SURE! And so do you! It's awesome! I saved up for six months for a session with a bot that didn't have half the capabilities that this one does! It was great!"

Pete looked at his friend. "You bought a sexbot session? Liar. You can't do anything like that without parental approval."

Brandon blushed. "Dad was okay with it. He said I needed the education. Besides, I'm eighteen now, you're nineteen. We can do anything we want!"

"That's not the point, Bran. It's not my robot, and Mom and Dad sure as hell aren't going to let me start nooky'n with the family bot, not even for 'education!'"

Brandon shrugged. "They don't have to know."

"How can we do it without them finding out? I can't just have an active robot in my room, they'd notice. And besides, we don't have the codes for the subroutines. You think we're just going to walk into a mart and ask for sexbot codes? Codes like that are expensive."

"Pete, it's old technology. I bet I can find pirated codes in ten minutes." He snatched his pad back and tapped furiously for a couple of seconds.

"See... here's the basic code, and there are three... no, four modes." He looked pleadingly at his friend. "Shit, man, you've got the most awesome toy, and you're wasting it!"

Pete ran his finger over the bot's arm, feeling the lifelike synthskin. "Her name is Chloe." He shook his head. "My dad's not stupid. He can look at the installed code page as easily as we can."

"I'm not stupid either, Peter! I can bury it so deep, so many passwords, he'll never know. Come on, man, let's get us some bot action."

Pete grinned. "You're perving out on me, Bran." He looked at the robot again. "I was seriously crushing on her when I was thirteen. It really made me mad when they deactivated her and put her up here." 

Brandon nodded. "Yeah, and now you can get there, Pete. Do the babysitter. You know you want it."

Pete paused and brushed hair out of the bot's eyes.

"Okay, I'm not saying we're going to do it. But, here's what we'll do. I'll try to sell the idea of reactivating her, and you see if you can find some code that isn't dripping with viruses."

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The next morning, the whole family was gathered around the breakfast table. Pete cleared his throat. "Dad, I'm in college now, and I've got papers to write. Devon and Jen are always on the library nodes."

Devon looked up, insulted. "NO, we're not!"

His mother shushed Devon and said, "Homework trumps... you just have to tell them, Pete, and they'll let you use a node."

Ignoring the dirty look from his sister, he plowed on. "Yeah, but that's awkward. I've got a better idea. When I was up in the attic yesterday getting your drives, I saw the old bot. It's got a built in library node. We could reactivate it and not have to pay for another subscription."

"No," his father said, "that bot is a childcare provider for when your older sister starts her family... and then for you when you start yours."

"Dad, okay, but those things are indestructible. Using it for library work won't wear it out, and when Samantha needs a babysitter, we'll just send it over. No way do those things ever wear out!"

Dad started to shake his head again, but his wife put her hand on his forearm. "I've been thinking about reactivating it too. The maid service isn't keeping the house clean, and that sitter-bot has house cleaning routines. We could save some money and the house would look better."

Pete smiled inside. Saving money always worked for Dad.

"Okay, go ahead and bring it back online," he said thoughtfully, "but activate bounds ... I don't want it going off the property and getting hit by a car."

Pete nodded solemnly. "Don't let it leave the property, can do. Thanks, Dad."

After breakfast Pete went up to his room and called Brandon.

"Hello?"

"Brandon, get us some codes..." ------------------- Two weeks later, Chloe had been reactivated uneventfully. She'd helped Pete with the research on a couple of his papers, and was keeping the house neat and tidy. It was late morning and she was downstairs cleaning the carpets. 

Brandon, however, hadn't found codes that weren't corrupt or worse, and Pete was beginning to think it was a lost cause. Pete had tried not to think of Chloe sexually, but Dad insisted she wear regular clothes, not standard house robot uniforms because he wanted to downplay the robot-ness of his household staff. She dressed in the tight jeans and tee shirts that any 20 year old girl would wear, and Pete involuntarily found himself watching her ass as she walked around the rooms.

This morning, Pete had slept late, and had just stepped out of the shower. He was in front of his closet, vigorously toweling his hair when the door dilated and Brandon rushed in.

"Damn, Bran, knock or something!" Pete pulled a pair of swim trunks out of the drawer and stepped into them.

"Since when do either of us knock? But never mind that, I got it!"

"Got what?"

He waved his pad in the air. "Codes, man, I found codes!"

Pete looked at him, then at the pad. "Chloe codes?"

"Yeah, for Chloe, what do you think I'm talking about! When can we install them?"

Pete thought for a minute. "I think everyone's gone. Maybe now? How long does it take?"

"Just a few seconds. Where is she?" "Downstairs, I think."

Pete pulled on a shirt without buttoning it and they raced down the stairs.

"Chloe," Pete shouted, "Chloe, where are you?"

"In the living room."

They tore around the corner, skidded to a stop and looked at Chloe. At five eleven and about 125 pounds she was almost too tall and skinny for classical beauty, but she was a handsome machine. Blue eyes and outfitted with brunette hair to her shoulders, she'd be getting lots of attention from guys if she were ever allowed to leave the house.

When she did leave the house she wore the shapeless orange jumpsuit required of household servant bots. It showed other humans that she was a servant robot, and not to be spoken to except for purposes of communication necessary to her job. Because she wasn't going anywhere today, she was dressed in cut off jeans that she'd rescued from Pete's older sister's closet and a too small tee that his younger sister, Jana had given her. She was barefoot. Pete spent a fraction of a second thinking about how totally fuckable she looked.

"Um," said Pete. "Um, Chloe, I've got new access codes and some subroutines for you. Let's install them now."

Chloe smiled. "Okay. Right here?"

Pete and Brandon sat down on the couch in front of the bot. "Sure. Are you okay with laying on the floor?"

Chloe wordlessly lay down on the floor in front of them, by the window. "Do I need to power down completely?"

Pete looked at Brandon, who shook his head. "No, just go into standby. But backup first, okay?"

Chloe blinked once. "Backup confirmed. Standby initiated." Her eyes closed.

"Brandon, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, relax." He handed his friend the pad.

"Enter the access code."

"Wait. Hold on. What if someone walks in when we're ... you know?"

"Can't happen. Let me show you, just give me access. If you don't like it, we'll scram her back to the backup."

Pete shrugged, entered the password, and wordlessly handed the pad back to Brandon.

Brandon tapped on the pad industriously for a few seconds, paused and looked at Chloe, then tapped twice more. The pad chimed twice, Chloe chimed twice, and Brandon sighed.

"Okay, it's done. Let's check the installed code page." He tapped at the pad and showed it to Pete. "See? The RS section is still grayed out."

"RS?"

"Recreational Sex."

Pete stifled a laugh. He looked at Chloe, still lying peacefully on the living room carpet. 

"Is that it? Isn't something supposed to happen?"

"Well, yeah, but we need to power her back up. Then, the passwords. It's two levels deep, behind two password protected walls."

Pete paused, then said, "Chloe, wake up now."

Chloe opened her eyes and smiled. "I'm back. It didn't work, there are no new codes or routines. What were you trying to install?"

"Standby again, Pete."

Pete looked at Chloe. "Chloe, go to standby again, please." She closed her eyes.

"That's good," said Brandon, "it's buried deep in the operating system. When it's not active, even she doesn't know it's there."

"Okay, but we seriously can't get caught. What if someone..."

"I hacked into the security subroutines. She'll use her long range scanners and the house scanners to watch, and will verbally alert you if someone is coming. Wake her up, let's give her the passwords and you'll see."

"But her owner is Dad. She can't lie to him..."

"I hacked into that too. She's still coded to your dad... until you activate RS mode. Then you and I are her boyfriends."

"You? You're her boyfriend?"

"Relax, we both are. I thought we shared, Bro!"

Pete sighed. "Okay, let's see what happens. What are the passwords?"

"I'll show you. Wake her up and activate five seven oh."

Pete looked at Brandon for a moment, then shrugged and said "Chloe, wake up now."

The bot opened her eyes. "Are we done? I've got work to do."

"Chloe, activate subroutine five seven oh."

Chloe looked curiously at Pete. "What?"

Pete looked at Brandon. "She's asking for confirmation, without, you know, asking. Watch."

Brandon said "Chloe, you like to fuck, don't you?" 

The bot blushed and smiled. "Yeah, I do!" she answered.

He looked back at Pete. "K, see, the blush and the smile are the confirmation. She's in RS mode now."

"She doesn't look different to me. Are you sure it's working?"

Brandon shrugged. "Only one way to know. Chloe, perimeter check, please."

Chloe blinked once and said, "No one is on the property except for Pete and Brandon Farnsworth."

"What about bots?"

"The family bots have completed their morning tasks and are powered down in their closets."

"Chloe, what will you do if someone approaches?"

"I will give my boyfriends a verbal warning of the approach, and then help them eliminate all evidence of any recreational sexual activity that may have been taking place. Then I will revert to housekeeper/librarian mode."

Pete's eyes got wide.

Brandon said "Chloe, give Pete a handjob, please."

Chloe blushed and grinned and reached out and began to pull on the drawstring on Pete's swim trunks. "Would you like that, Pete? May I?" She asked.

Peter nodded wordlessly and Chloe untied his trunks. She grabbed the waistband on each side and pulled them off his body, exposing his semi-hard cock. Taking him in both hands she gave him two gentle tugs and smiled up at him.

"Brandon," Chloe said, "go get us some lotion, please."

"NO," croaked Pete. He cleared his throat and said, "No... Chloe I don't want a handjob."

Chloe stopped and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Brandon looked at his friend. "Are you crazy?"

Pete said, "Chloe, I want a blowjob." 

Chloe blushed and grinned, and took his cock in her hands, guiding it to her mouth. She licked him, getting him wet and slippery. She pumped his cock slowly with her left hand, her tongue swirling the tip as her right hand cupped his balls and gently played with them.

Pete gasped as his whole body tensed. His hands dug into the cushions of the couch as Chloe began to suck and slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She went deeper, and choked a little, smiled up at Pete apologetically, then began to slurp at him as if he were a Popsicle.

Brandon grinned and sat down on the chair, watching the fun.

Pete croaked "Bran, Get out of here!" Brandon ignored him.

Chloe slid him deep into her mouth, not choking this time. She sucked hard as she came back up, then licked him like a Popsicle, holding his cock with her right hand, gently caressing his balls with her left.

He tensed again as she swirled the tip with her tongue. He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair as she slipped him in and out of his mouth. His breathing became fast and shallow and he grunted when she made one particularly deep stroke. 

"Shit, I've never been this hard!"

Chloe slid her hands under him and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him closer to her, pulling his cheeks gently apart. She sucked and slurped, sliding him in and out.

"Shit, shit, shit," moaned Pete. He closed his eyes and gripped the bot's head. She stopped pumping and sucked hard on the tip of his cock.

"Chloe, stop, I'm gunna cum!"

She giggled, licking her lips, a string of saliva trailing from one corner of her mouth to the tip of his raging hard on. 

"Silly, you're supposed to cum!" She dived back onto him, sucking noisily.

He moaned one last time and arched his back as his cock shot ropes of cum into her mouth. She squealed and swallowed, trying hard to keep every drop in her mouth. Some of it dribbled out and ran down his cock and down her chin. She giggled and licked him clean as he lay there, panting hard.

Chloe sighed and smiled dreamily up at him, licking a bit of his boybatter off her chin.

Pete opened his eyes and said, "Shit, Chloe, that was awesome!"

He looked over at Brandon and laughed.

"Did I tell you?, said Brandon, "Did I fucking tell you?"

"Was I good?" asked the bot.

"Shit, Clo, that was the best!" He grinned at Brandon. "Awesome!"

Brandon stood up and unbuckled his jeans, unsnapping them and pulling down his zipper. His hard cock slipped out of his boxers and into the air. 

"My turn, Chloe. Suck me off, babe!"

Chloe blushed and grinned, took his cock in her hands and using it like a handle, pulled him over to the sofa. She pushed him gently down on the couch next to Pete. Pete, watching the action, pulled off his shirt and wiped up the errant drops of cum that were on his belly.

Chloe licked Brandon from the base of his cock to the tip.

She froze, inches from his cock, then blinked.

"Perimeter alert. Pete, your sister and two of her friends are walking up the driveway." 

She stood up and pulled Brandon up off the couch.

"What the fuck?" shouted Brandon. "NO!"

Chloe handed Pete his swim trunks and shirt and said "Get Brandon up to your room. I'll handle things down here.

Pete nodded and pushed Brandon toward the stairs. Brandon struggled to pull his pants back up, his cock straining through the open fly of his boxers. They just managed to get past the turn at the first landing when the door opened and he heard Jen say hello to Chloe.

The guys stood quietly, listening to what was going on downstairs. Pete stepped into his swim trunks and Brandon gingerly tucked his cock back in his pants and eased the zipper up.

Chloe said hello to Jen and told her to not leave her backpack on the floor. "I'm going to do some vacuuming."

"Oh? I thought you'd be done by now. We wanted to listen to music in here."

Without missing a beat, Chloe said "I've been doing some deep cleaning today. I'm running a little longer. Why don't you three go play in the pool before dinner?"

Pete looked at Brandon, and they grinned. "It's working. She's back in housekeeper mode."

"Yeah, but what about me?" His cock was still straining to get out of its denim prison.

"Man, I'm sorry, Bran." 

He thought for a moment, then grinned. "Everyone's going to Chicago tomorrow. We'll have Chloe all to ourselves!"

Sitter Bot Ch. 02



A chime sounded quietly in the darkened room, then after a few seconds, again.

Pete rolled over, his eyes still closed. "What?"

"Sorry to disturb you, sir," said the house, "Brandon Fullerton is calling. He says it is urgent. Would you like to speak with him, or shall I tell him you are not available?"

"No, I'll talk ... gimme a second." He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and pulled the sheet up to his belly, providing a little more modesty.

"Phone on." A projected image of his friend wearing a pair of pajama pants and sitting cross legged on his bed, appeared on the wall opposite Pete's bed.

"Hey, Bran," he managed, "wassup?"

"Are you still in bed? Late night with Chloe the sexbot?" Brandon sniggered.

"I wish. No, just sleeping. What time is it, anyway?"

"It's almost noon ... what's going on over there?"

"I dunno... I've been asleep."

"Seriously, man, what's going on? Is anyone there? I thought you were going to call me. Did your family go to Chicago like you said? Can I ... um ... come over and talk to your robot?"

Pete burst out laughing. "You want to talk to her?"

Brandon blushed. "You know what I mean! And it's easy for you to laugh, the sexbot is right there with you. Did you two do it all night?"

Pete tried to get serious for his friend. "Brandon, you know I can't activate the nooky routines with my family around. You and I are the only ones that know that she's not just a housekeeper robot. After you left she went right into housekeeper mode. Nothing happened, honest. My little sister was around all night. I can't enter the passwords and access Chloe with my family around, you know that."

"Yeah, sorry Pete. Bad day yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that Bran." The two had been playing with Chloe, trying out the new recreational sex options which the boys had surreptitiously installed. Pete had just cum from Chloe's oral attentions and she was going down on Brandon when they were interrupted by Pete's little sister walking up the driveway with two of her friends. If Pete's family found that their housekeeper/librarian/sitter robot had been turned into a fully functional sexbot, the fun and games would be over. Brandon had gone home with very blue balls.

Pete said, "Hang on a second." He turned to the intercom, and said "House? Who's home?"

The house AI responded that the entire family had left for Chicago and planned to return just before midnight.

"Bran, can you come over now? No one's home."

Brandon cheered up immediately. "I'm on my way."

Pete kicked off his blankets and went into the bathroom, stepping directly into the hottest shower he could stand. Behind him, one of the housekeeper bots quietly whirred into the room, changed the sheets on his bed and straightened the room for the day. 

Pete lathered up his entire body. Being 19, he couldn't help but give his lathered cock some extra attention, feeling it grow in his fist. He thought about jerking off , but decided to keep it for Chloe.

He closed his eyes under the streams of hot water and thought about the robot. As far as the family knew, the robot was primarily a housekeeper and librarian, adept at helping the family's three students (of which Peter was the oldest) with homework research. Housed in a very convincing replica of a twenty year old female human's body, it had special subroutines enabled for babysitting and housecleaning. But he and Brandon had found and quietly installed the optional programming that enabled this fully functional robot to "engage in recreational sexual activity" as the manual put it. They had buried the subroutines so deeply in Chloe's operating system that even the robot didn't know that they existed unless he or Brandon spoke the coded phrases that turned her on (as they liked to joke).

Pete toweled off and walked naked out to his room, his cock still at half mast. He was grabbing a pair of shorts for the day when the door dilated and Brandon walked in.

"Shit, Brandon, why do you only come into my room when I'm bare-assed?"

"Um ... maybe because you're ALWAYS bare-assed?" He looked at Pete's semi and raised his eyebrows.

Pete grinned. "Just getting ready for Clo..."

"Yeah, about that. Pete, she's got a subroutine called "beach date." Sun's out today, you want to give it a try?"

Pete eyed Brandon's clothes. He was wearing a pair of surfer jams and an open shirt, his feet pushed into flipflops. "Yeah, I can do that, let's go find her." He put the shorts away and stepped into swim trunks and grabbed a tee.

"Okay, put on your shirt, Pete."

Pete gave him a questioning look, but pulled on the shirt and they ran down the stairs. They found her in the kitchen, dressed in her working clothes; she was barefoot, with cutoff jeans and a tee shirt.

"Good morning, Chloe," they said, almost in unison.

"Good morning, Pete, Mr. Fullerton." said the bot as she put the finishing touches on two huge sandwiches. Chloe had long range sensors that let her see that Bran approaching the house a few minutes ago, so she automatically prepared lunch for him too. She put the plates on the table and added two cans of Coke and two glasses of ice. 

"Clo, have you finished your morning tasks?" He opened his can and poured it over the ice.

She turned to Pete, drying her hands on a paper towel. "Almost finished with morning tasks. I still need to dust ground floor rooms."

"Okay, That's good enough," said Pete, "Please don't dust today, Chloe. Please run subroutine five seven oh."

Chloe looked at Pete curiously. "What?"

Pete and Brandon smiled at each other. Pete had just given the first pass phrase, and Chloe had responded correctly. Even if someone stumbled upon this random numbered subroutine, Chloe's confused reaction would cause them to move on, thinking they had made an error.

Pete smiled at Chloe and finished the password sequence... "Chloe, you like to fuck, don't you?"

The robot blushed and smiled. "Oh yes! Yes I do!"

Pete and Brandon grinned at each other. They now had a perfect 20-something, fun loving, sexy babe to play with all afternoon.

Brandon said "Chloe, please run 'Beach Date.'"

Chloe blushed and smiled, then paused a moment and frowned. "Guys. Bad news. I forgot my pool stuff."

Brandon held up a bag. "Here it is ... you left it in my car."

Chloe opened the bag and squealed happily as she pulled out a skimpy yellow bikini and some bottles of sun block. "Oh, yeah, thanks Brandon."

"Go get ready while Pete and I finish lunch,okay?"

After Chloe left, Pete whispered "How did you know to do that?"

"I read the documentation, dummy. Don't you read the stuff I send you? That's my sister's bikini. I don't think she'll miss it today."

"Anything else I should know?

Brandon hesitated. "Yeah, in Beach Date she's only hot for one guy. She's faithful to her boyfriend, and the program tells her that her boyfriend is the first guy who takes off his shirt at the pool."

"Only one guy gets her today?"

"Well, yeah, but then we can re-run the program after for you."

"For me? Who says you're her boyfriend today?"

"I do! She sucked you off yesterday and I went home with blue balls, remember? It's my turn. You can hang around a while, but you leave your shirt on, and when I take mine off, you get lost for half an hour or so, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, but only half an hour, then we restart!"

Their whispered conversation ended when Chloe came back into the room in the yellow bikini. The boyshorts bottom fit perfectly, but the triangle top was a little too big for her pert 'a' cup breasts. Her nipples were charmingly erect in the cool air of the kitchen.

"How do I look?"

Pete grinned stupidly. Brandon said "So hot! Let's hit the pool."

The guys trailed after the bot, watching her cute dimpled behind in the tight bikini. At the pool Brandon kicked off his flipflops, and Pete started to pull off his shirt until he saw the dirty look that Bran gave him. Chloe ran and dove into the deep end, coming up laughing on the far side. The guys sat on the side of the pool and kicked in the water, and Chloe swam up between them and smiled up at Pete.

Brandon pulled off his shirt and looked down at Chloe in the pool. She looked up at him, blinked and said "Have you been lifting weights, babe?"

"Yah, I have. How do you like me?"

Chloe moved to him in the pool and put her hands on his knees. "Grrrrr, tiger, I like! We need to get you some sunlight, though, you need more tan."

"I don't need more sun, I need more Chloe." said Brandon. Chloe giggled and pulled him into the pool. There was a huge splash, and Brandon came up under Chloe, lifting her onto his shoulders.

Pete rolled his eyes, then noticed that Chloe's top had shifted, exposing her left nipple. He smiled and lay back on his elbows, enjoying the view. Brandon tipped Clo backwards off his shoulders into the pool. She squealed as she went under, and when she came back up, the yellow triangles were completely gone; she'd lost the top to her suit. She covered her sweet rosy brown nipples with both hands and grinned at Brandon. 

Brandon scooped her into his arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips. At first she resisted, but after a few seconds she wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck and enthusiastically kissed him back. Their kisses got longer and deeper, and Brandon's hands disappeared under the water to cup her ass cheeks. After a few more kisses his hands slipped inside her bottom and she giggled and nibbled playfully at his ear.

On the edge of the pool, Pete pulled off his own shirt and shifted his weight, easing his growing cock inside his swim shorts. It wasn't easy ... under the circumstances, the trunks weren't really big enough for both Pete and his massive cock. He quietly stood and slipped into the house.

In the pool, Chloe had pulled open Brandon's trunks and was slowly pumping his cock with one hand while the other hand slipped around back and gripped his ass cheek. Brandon was massaging her ass inside her swimsuit bottom, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

He broke the sloppy kiss, slipped his hands down to her thighs and picked her up. She squealed as he walked her slowly through the pool and placed her gently on the edge. He pulled her boyshorts off and threw them onto the grass. 

Brandon looked up at her and licked his lips. She giggled and nodded, spreading her legs for him. Brandon kissed Chloe gently on one nipple, then the other, sucking each momentarily into his warm mouth. He slowly licked his way down to her smooth pussy. Chloe leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs wider for him.

In the house, Pete was finishing his sandwich and drink, trying not to think about what was happening in the pool. He finally gave up and went to the kitchen window, arriving just in time to see Brandon wrap his arms around Chloe's bare ass and pull her closer to the edge of the pool, where he lapped slowly at her sweet pussy. Pete moaned involuntarily as his cock grew even harder. He eased his swim trunks one more time, futilely trying to make room for his cock. It didn't work, so Pete pulled his shorts open and let them fall to a puddle around his ankles.

Outside, Chloe was wriggling and moaning under Brandon's tongue. He was lapping at her lips and clit, and slipping a finger in and out of her. With his other hand on her ass, he pressed her close to his mouth.

"No, stop," Chloe panted, "Brandon, stop, I'm almost there." I wanna cum ON you, babe."

"Yeah, babe, okay." he said. He stopped finger fucking her, licked her juices off the lucky finger, and climbed out of the pool, pushing her back on the cement. 

"mmmm... Brandon, on the grass, silly.

Brandon took her hand and pulled her up to her feet. He led her over to the cool grass and eased her down to the ground. He knelt between her legs, dropped his shorts to his knees and gave his cock a couple of vigorous strokes, and positioned the dripping head against her slit and grabbed her waist with both hands.

"Um, yeah!" said Chloe. She closed her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. He pushed hard into her, getting almost half way in with one stroke.

Brandon moaned "Cho, your so wet!" She gasped and squeezed his shoulders harder, and he forced himself the rest of the way, balls deep, in one more stroke. She moaned quietly and arched her back under him.

Pete was feeling kinda creepy, watching his friend screw Chloe from the kitchen window. He didn't stop watching though. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful brunette that was writhing under his friend's thrusts, moaning and gasping and arching her back. He was gently playing with his cock and balls, watching her fine tits pressing against Brandon's chest, then the sweat on them glistening in the sunshine as Brandon rocked away to start another stroke. Robot or not, she was one fine fuckable babe.

He watched Chloe receiving Brandon's firm thrusts, one after another, moaning her pleasure, and he began to loose control without realizing it. He got a drop of olive oil from the dispenser near the cook top in his left hand and idly began to work his cock. Outside, Brandon and Chloe had slipped into a version of doggy style that showcased Chloe's beauty for anyone standing in the kitchen. Her lean body glistened in the sunshine, her tits dangling and jiggling with each thrust.

Inside, Pete's cock started pulsing. "Oh, shiiiitt... no..." he whispered as the jets of cum began to slap against the wall and window he was standing in front of. He helplessly watched as his cock emptied its load. As it slowed he began to feel a little dizzy. "Fuck," he laughed, "that was a big one." He sat on a kitchen chair and pumped himself gently, waiting for the last few spurts to end. 

Outside, Brandon and Chloe were getting into the doggy style rhythm. Bran was pulling on her ponytail and holding her hip, slamming his cock deep into her with thrust after thrust. Chloe had spread her legs in the grass to give Brandon deeper access to her warm, wet pussy. She rocked back into his thrusts firmly, biting her lip and moaning with each bump.

"You ready?" gasped Brandon.

"mmmmmm yeah, fucker, fill me up," she said.

Brandon took two more hard, deep strokes then froze, his meat planted deeply in her. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him as his spasms filled her up with his boybatter. She squealed and pushed back hard, wriggling gently on his cock. After a few minutes they giggled together and fell onto the grass, his sticky cock still in her pussy. 

They cuddled tenderly for a few minutes, then Brandon rolled off her and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. "Thanks, babe, you were fuckin' hot."

Chloe rolled onto her back in the sun and hugged Brandon loosely around his neck. "You're such a stud! You made me cum twice, you bastard!" She closed her eyes and pulled him down for another kiss. He joined her, by her side on the grass, his sticky cock pressed against her hip, and they gently kissed and touched for a few minutes, both of them coming down off their sexual peaks. The kissing and caressing slowed, and Brandon was nearly asleep with Clo on his shoulder when she stirred.

"Come on, fucker. We got to get up, we can't let Pete's family find us all sticky in the sun."

Brandon opened his eyes and frowned. "No! Wanna stay!"

"Brandon, behave!"

He sighed, stood up and pulled her to her feet. She led him over to the pool. "Help me wash off, babe." She jumped in the cool water, Brandon right behind her. They began to wash away the sweat and spilled cum that was all over their bodies. Brandon started to get hard again and nestled his hard cock between her ass cheeks, hugging her and roughly rubbing her breasts.

Chloe giggled. "Bran, you're not ready again, are you? We can't. Peter's inside, and we're torturing him." She pushed his hand away from her cunny. "Come on babe, there'll be another time."

He grinned sheepishly and let her get out of the pool. They both pulled on their shorts. Brandon fished her bikini top out of the pool and handed it to Chloe, but she didn't put it on.

They stepped through the kitchen door and found Peter, in his swim trunks, vigorously scrubbing the window and wall with paper towels and a spray bottle.

"Hey, Petes. Sorry, that was kinda rude." said Chloe.

"No, you're fine. I'm glad you had fun." He looked up at her. She had her left arm covering her breasts, her left hand just barely concealing the right nipple. He momentarily lost his train of thought.

"What are you doing?" asked Brandon.

"Nothing. Just cleaning up ... some jam ... yeah, some jam I spilled." He gathered his tools and stood up. Chloe was grinning at him. "Are you two done ... um ... swimming?"

Brandon grinned. "No, I want to take another dip. How about you, Chloe?" Chloe elbowed him in the side, and her breasts were free for a moment, bouncing gently. Pete lost his brain power again.

"Guys, I'd love to sex you all day, you know that. I have to get some work done though."

Pete's face fell. "What?"

Chloe took pity on Pete. "Brandon, go get my tee shirt from the guest bath ... hurry." Brandon scurried off.

Chloe took Peter in her arms. "Petes, We've gotta keep your secret. Your parents can't find out about our loving, right? Your mom gave me a boatload of work this morning, and if the family gets home and I haven't done it, they'll wonder what's going on, right?"

Pete nodded, but he didn't look any more cheerful.

They stood quietly in the middle of the kitchen. She cuddled with him, her erect nipples pressing into his chest. He put his arms around her and rubbed his body against hers. Just then, Brandon came into the kitchen, and Chloe broke away, blushing and looking at Brandon.

"Sorry Bran. Pete's kinda sad. Don't worry, I'm still your girl."

Pete looked at Brandon. "Shit, Bran, she has to go back to work!"

"Oh, man, did I take too long?"

Chloe said "Guys, I'm reverting to housekeeper now. I have to, sorry. Keeping your secret is one of my prime motivators. Sorry." She pulled on the tee and left the room. She stuck her head back in for a moment. "Brandon, you are one fine fucker! You guys should probably get dressed." She disappeared into the other room.

"Shit."

"Sorry, Pete, I know what it's like."

"Yeah, whatever."

"It's okay, we can fix this. Didn't you read ANY of the stuff I sent you? There's a game called "Sleepover." Come on, let's talk to her about it."

They found Chloe in the living room, dressed in her cutoffs and tee, with a tote full of cleaning supplies.

"Chloe, are you running your housecleaning routines?"

"I'm still in Recreational Sex mode, if that's what you're wondering."

"Yeah, cool," said Brandon, "can you run "Sleepover" automatically for Pete after everyone goes to bed tonight?"

"Yeah, I can imbed a trigger that will run the RS routines after a certain event has happened..."

"Okay, great, can you activate RS and run "Sleepover" one hour after everyone has gone to sleep?"

Chloe blushed and smiled. "It's all set up."

"You're on, Pete," grinned Brandon. "Chloe, shut down RS." Chloe blushed and smiled, then carried her cleaning supplies out to the kitchen.

Pete didn't look convinced. Brandon said "You're having fun tonight, Bro! Go read the stuff I sent you about the Sleepover game!"



Sitter Bot Ch. 03



Interlude



Pete pressed closer. 

"No, lower..." she whispered, "your upper lip ... just under your nose ... press that against my pubic bone."

Pete paused, licked his lips, and looked up at her. "What?"

Chloe took a breath. "You almost had it. Press your upper lip against me, only lower ... so that you can just barely breathe ... you'll feel my pubic bone (she sighed) there's a slight indentation where your upper lip can nestle. Press hard, like you mean it. And remember, no teeth!"

Pete went down on her again, finding the sweet spot, pushing his face into her crotch with his nose right where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn't shaved it off for him ten minutes ago.

"Yeah, that's right... now some tongue, firm and slow..."

Pete dragged his tongue through her slit, slowly, pressing hard.

Chloe breathed deeply. "Yeah, now you're getting it."

Pete's hands, already holding her ass cheeks, pulled them closer to him and and kneaded them, playing with them. He pressed his tongue more firmly against her lips, slipping slowly up and down, enjoying the way she was breathing quick and shallow. Looking up across her body, he watched her perfect breasts rise and fall, the rosy nipples visibly crinkling as he fucked her with his tongue.

Her hands twined through his hair. "Mmmm, yeah. You've got it. Tickling is bad, but when you're firm and slow, lots of contact, (she paused for a quick breath) it doesn't tickle.

Keeping the pressure firm, he toyed with her lips, slipping his tongue between them and finding her hood with the tip.

"Careful," she panted, "girls are very sensitive right there... firm but gentle."

He pressed harder accordingly, trying to be gentle without tickling.

Chloe smiled and wriggled on his face.

The door chimed and dilated, and Pete's best friend Brandon walked in.

"Whoa, sorry!"

Pete jumped up and wiped his face, glaring at his friend.

"God damn it, Bran, don't you ever knock?" He pulled on a pair of boxers that had been lying on the floor next to him. His cock poked insolently out of the fly.

"It wasn't locked, dude." Brandon grinned, smiled down at Chloe, still spread on the bed, up on her elbows and smiling back.

"Hey Chloe."

"Hey Bran," she replied. "I'm teaching Pete how to go down."

"Cool!"

Pete blushed beet red. "Brandon, get out of my bedroom."

"Um... let me stay?" Bran asked, getting serious. "I want a lesson, too." He looked at Chloe. "Are you in full Recreational Sex mode?"

Chloe nodded, and looked over at Pete. 

Chloe was Pete's family's household robot, engineered to look (and feel) exactly like a 20-something human girl. Pete's conservative family thought Chloe helped with housework and the kids' homework. They didn't know, however, Brandon and Pete had installed the recreational sex programming that turned her into the best sex toy that a couple of 18 year old guys could hope for.

Because his family didn't know about Chloe's altered operating system, the two guys had to be sneaky. The RS routines were buried under two passwords, and they had to be very careful about when they activated them. Pete's family was in Portland today, so Pete was taking advantage of the empty house.

Pete's expression softened and he shrugged. "Okay, I guess we've done threes before. But me first, okay?"

Brandon nodded. "Yeah, but Pete, I thought we were going to Sally's party. I'm picking you up, remember?"

Chloe looked from one guy to the other as she dabbed at her lower lips with the panties she'd been wearing ten minutes ago. "It's okay, Pete," she said, "we can finish the lesson later."

Pete looked longingly at the hot babe, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her tee shirt. "Chloe, I ..." he trailed off and tried to tuck his raging cock into his boxers.

"No," he looked at Bran. "I can't go like this."

Brandon didn't reply. He just stared at Chloe, then said, "Yeah... well..."

"I can be quick." He turned to Chloe. "Can we do a quickie, robo-babe?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, then giggled. "Yeah, come here Tiger."

Pete left his boxers on, but pulled his cock fully out. He climbed onto the bed, pushing Chloe onto her back. She dropped the tee and scooted back on the bed, pulling Pete along with her. He looked over his shoulder at his friend. "Get lost for ten minutes."

Brandon said "sure, you bet," but moved to a chair beside the door. Pete and Chloe positioned themselves in the classic missionary position, and Pete took her hips in his hands. He pressed his cock against her cunny lips and looked at her for permission. She smiled and nodded and he thrust hard, driving himself a couple of inches into her tight cunt. She sighed and rocked against his thrust. Pete withdrew slightly, then drove in deeper, then again until he was balls deep in the very realistic robot girl. She wriggled under him, positioning for deeper thrusts and dragged her nails across his shoulders.

As Pete and Chloe began to rock in an age old rhythm, Bran sat down in the chair and cupped his cock. While not actually masturbating, he began to gently rub his tool with the palm of his hand, watching the fuckers intently.

Chloe grinned at him and winked, then turned her attention back to Pete. She slipped her hands inside his boxers as the tempo of his thrust began to pick up. He closed his eyes and slid his hands under her, one under each cheek. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped at one particularly deep thrust. He murmured "sorry" and pulled out, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. He dove back in, getting all the way deep in just two thrusts. Glancing over at Brandon he said "Will you get out of here, you fucking perv?" He turned his attention back to the naked girl-bot.

She took his shoulders in her hands and began to moan with each thrust.

"God, Chloe, I'm close... are you ready?"

"Go for it, fucker."

He thrust in once, twice... then on his third push, he stiffened and his eyes closed tight. He dug his fingers into her fine ass and grunted as his load splashed into her. Chloe cooed and hugged him tight with her legs and arms.

Pete did a pushup, letting Chlo put her legs down. He stayed inside her and collapsed on her and the couple just lay there, their breathing returning to normal. After a couple of minutes, Pete rolled lazily off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Damn" he said.

Brandon laughed and stood up, trying to ease his dick into a more comfortable position. "Okay, get dressed, let's go."

"Bran?" Chloe said, "you okay?"

Brandon shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Pete and Chloe both laughed. Pete said, "That's what you get for watching." Pete stood up and walked to the bathroom, gathering his clothes as he went, smiling at the naked girl robot as he closed the bathroom door. They heard the shower start.

Chloe walked over to Bran, pushed him back into the chair and brushed her hair back behind her ears. She knelt on the floor between his legs and fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper. 

Brandon pushed her hands away and opened up his pants and pulled his cock out for her. 

Chloe smiled up at him and took him in her hand. She pulled him to the edge of the chair to give him more room to move, and made a fist to keep him from going too deep and choking her.

"Brandon?" she whispered, "will you please fuck my mouth?"

Bran moaned deep in his throat and slid forward, pushing his cock into her waiting mouth. He grabbed the arms of the chair to give himself leverage and began to thrust his cock in and out. She took him deep, letting him thrust hard, but it wasn't enough. He stood up and took Chloe's head in his hands. She tightened her fist on his cock and moved back to make more room for him. Moaning deeper he held her head in his hands and slowly and firmly fucked her mouth, his mouth open, eyes closed. She cupped his balls and gently toyed with them. Bran started to get more excited and fucked her harder ... she held his cock tighter, working hard to keep him from going too deep and choking her. He opened his eyes and watched his wet cock sliding hard in and out of her mouth.

"Shit, I'm close ... stop babe." Chloe stopped sucking, but kept a firm grip on Brandon's tool. She leaned back, kneeling in front of him and smiled up at him, licking her lips. "What?"

"Lean on the bed." Chloe moved over to Pete's bed and knelt in front of it, her forearms on the comforter. She wiggled her ass at him. "Come get me, perv."

Brandon knelt behind the sexy robot and guided his cock to her cunt, still dripping Pete's jizm. He bent over, and just the head slipped in a bit as he reached for her breasts. He cupped her and gently pinched her nipples as he began his first thrust. 

Chloe wriggled her ass involuntarily and Brandon slipped out. He moaned and gripped her tits as his cock went off, spraying her lips, the bed, and her hand with his cum. "Oh shit."

Chloe giggled and grabbed his cock while it was still jerking. "Mmmmm ... babe, it's okay, it's so hot, make a mess!" She pulled on it, coaxing more cum out and and spreading it around with her other hand.

"Damn, Chloe, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, babe, it makes me hot to know you can't control yourself with me. Besides, you were a marathon fucker last time. I know you can last." He slid his cock into her, still twitching, and closed his eyes, feeling her tight wet warmth. He put his hands on her hips and sighed. "Brandon?"

"Yeah?"

"Come back after the party at Sally's and we can do it out in the pool. You love that right?"

He wriggled his cock inside her. "Fuck, babe!"

Chloe giggled. "I knew it." She stood and used her panties to wipe away some of his cum. "So, go get a shower, go to your party, and come back to me. I'll be naked for you."

He stood and kissed her hard. "Now, please?"

"No, babe ... we'll have more fun if you have some time to look forward to it. Just promise me you won't do anyone at the party, them come back to me and fuck me hard!"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I'll make Pete let us have some alone time."

Brandon grinned, tucked himself back into his clothes and went across the hall to another bathroom. Chloe stepped into the cotton panties that Pete had picked out earlier, gathered up the rest of her clothes and made her way to her room. She was going to need a shower too, and would need to top off her batteries. It was going to be a long night, and she smiled as she padded barefoot down the hall.