Casey Lyons stood on the stoop at the house across the street from hers. Even though she wore her lucky sundress, the yellow one with butterflies that everyone said was so pretty on her, she was a little nervous. She almost felt like she was going to pee her panties. Often she felt that way when meeting older people for the first time.
"That's just silly," she thought. "I'm fourteen, almost an adult. I can handle anything. Besides, it's not like she's a dragon or something." Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell and jumped back.
A few seconds later the door opened. "Hello," said the pleasant-looking woman with a big smile. "You must be Casey. Please come in."
"Thank you, Mrs. Horner."
"Oh, call me Jane. Mrs. Horner is my ex-mother-in-law. And I don't talk about her anymore."
While Casey had never met the woman before, even though they lived so close, she had seen her neighbor around. Mrs. Horner, er, Jane always looked so pretty. With her slim figure, the woman could wear anything and look stylish. This time she dressed in an expensive gray suit jacket, a pleated white blouse, and a black pencil skirt. However, her shoulder length auburn hair had a funky lock of white hanging by her left ear. Jane couldn't decide if it was fashionable or just weird for a mother to look like a teenager.
"So did your mother tell you what I need?" Jane asked.
Casey nodded. "She said you wanted a babysitter for your daughter for a couple of times this week."
"Yes. I'm taking a college course and have three night sessions this week. I won't be home until almost midnight. I know that's late but…"
Casey took a deep breath. Her other babysitting jobs consisted of at most three hours of watching a baby while his parents got a sanity break at a restaurant. That was time for one bottle, one diaper change, and one long nap. No big deal at all. This was longer, later, and more often than the others. She still felt a little nervous, so she repeated her mantra: I'm fourteen, almost an adult. I can handle anything.
"It'll be fine, Mrs. Horn…I mean Jane. We have Spring Break from school this week."
"Great. You are doing me a huge favor, Casey. Upstairs there's a guest bedroom you can stay in. I have all the emergency numbers right here, including my cell. And your mom promised she would be home if everything else fails."
"That's great. You're making this so easy."
The woman smiled at her again. "Your mom said you're a straight A student."
Casey tried not to laugh.
"What's so funny?" asked Jane.
"It's an inside family joke. I get an A in English, an A in Math, and an A in stuffing my bra." Casey blushed a little from repeating the line.
"No need to explain, my dear. You look adorable just the way you are."
Casey felt a tingle, being complimented by a beautiful woman. "Thank you."
"Now you probably would like to meet my daughter."
"That would help."
Jane motioned for Casey to follow her. They entered the family room. On the couch, a preteen girl sat with her eyes glued to the television and her thumbs glued to a controller. "When you get a chance, pause your game."
"Mom," said an exasperated girl. "I'm in a dungeon."
"Then you need to stop now, young lady."
"All right." The girl looked up at Casey. She had inherited her mother's good looks and long auburn hair (though without the white streak) wearing it in a ponytail. However, she lacked her mother's fashion style. The girl wore a floppy tee shirt and a pair of jeans. "Who are you?"
"I'm Casey from across the street. I'm going to be staying with you while your mom goes to school this week. So, what do I call you?"
"I'm Olivia. I like video games. Do you play any?"
"Sometimes. I'm sure we can find something to keep us busy."
"Anything else, Mom?"
Jane motioned for the girl to go back to her game before gesturing to Casey to follow her. "That's my little girl. It's your job to see that she does something, anything but play that game the whole night."
"I will, I promise."
"So we haven't scared you off yet, have we?"
"No, Mrs. Horn…Jane. I think it might be fun. When do you want me to start?"
"Right now if you want. In fact, that would help me out. I can get to class early to talk with my study group."
"Oh." Casey looked down at the floor.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well, I have to tell my friend I can't go to her house for a sleepover tonight."
"Oh, that's right. Your mother mentioned you might have something."
The mantra kicked in again. I'm fourteen, almost an adult. I can do anything. "I just need to cancel," said Casey making a mature choice. "I can attend a sleepover anytime."
"What a grownup decision. I know I picked the right babysitter. If you want, you could use my phone."
"I usually contact her via the computer."
Jane pointed to the laptop in the nook. "You can use it as you please. My ex-husband set it up for Olivia, but she rarely gets on it. The password's 'OliviaOwl'. And don't mind the screen saver. It pops up at the weirdest times."
"Thank you. That would be perfect."
Mrs. Horner left a few minutes later after giving Olivia a kiss goodbye. She gave Casey money for pizza delivery and strangely a kiss on the cheek.
With the woman gone, Casey checked in on the gamer, still busy killing zombies. With her charge occupied, Casey returned to the breakfast nook. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 5:30. She popped the laptop open and pressed the power button.
After the startup messages, it displayed the password page. Casey typed in 'OliviaOwl' and the computer logged in. She found the browser and logged into her social account. Her friend Tamara wasn't on so she left a message explaining her schedule for the week. She apologized and logged out of her account.
Hearing zombie agony coming from the game in the other room, Casey decided to snoop around on the computer. Since it was Olivia's computer, it might give some insight as to what the girl liked to do besides first person shooters.
She started with Olivia's favorites. Or should she say an empty favorites list. The browser apparently never got used.
She looked on the desktop and found only one unusual program, Owl Hoots. With no other option, Casey started the program. It put up a screen with the question.
'Is this Olivia or a Guest?'
Honestly, Casey typed "Guest."
'Type in your name.'
Casey typed "Casey." Easy Peasy.
'Are you Male or Female?'
This is getting boring, thought Casey. Nevertheless, she typed "Female."
'Contemplating the next move. Please wait. Do not shut off computer.'
That lasted ten seconds before the computer popped up the screen saver.
Casey was used to the screensavers that drew geometric string figures that dance about. This screen displayed a grid of spirals spinning in sync with each other.
"And I thought the string figures were mesmerizing," she thought. As she stared at the rows of synchronized images rotating constantly, she would never know how close to the truth she was.
"Whatcha doing?" asked a voice.
Casey snapped out of her daydream. "What, ah, sorry. Oh, hi, Olivia. Did you kill all the zombies?"
"Not all of them. But I did get hungry. When are you going to call for pizza?"
"I will in a little while. It's only…" She glanced at the clock again. This time it read 7:45. "Wow, where did the time go? Okay, I'll order it now."
While Casey headed for the phone, Olivia took her place at the keyboard. A couple of keystrokes later, the screensaver disappeared. When the prompt came up, she typed in "Olivia" and the program responded with 'Welcome back, Baby.'
After ordering the pizza, Casey returned to find the girl and the program exchanging information. "I ordered pepperoni and onion, Will that be all right?"
"It's my favorite," squealed the little girl.
"I wonder why I ordered that combination," thought Casey. "Just lucky, I guess."
Aloud she asked, "So what are you typing?"
"He wanted to know a little about you."
"He who?" Her babysitter sense kicked in, immediately thinking Olivia was communicating with some old pervert on-line.
"The Owl game," said the preteen. "He likes to know whom he's playing. He said he's waiting until the pizza arrives before starting our game."
Our game? What did that mean? "Okay, I guess. I'll get the drinks and snacks ready."
Casey left the room and headed for the bathroom to relieve herself. As she went to pee, she noticed something was missing. "Where are my panties?" she thought. She checked twice but they weren't on.
After washing her hands, she returned to the nook without her lost underwear. She tried to search for them covertly.
"Whatcha looking for?" asked the little girl.
"My…ah…my underwear," she said. The preteen giggled. "What's so funny?"
"You'll find out," said Olivia as she typed something on the computer.
A bit perturbed, Casey went back searching. A few minutes later the pizza arrived to end her mission. After paying the driver, she brought the pizza into the nook.
"Okay, Olivia. It's time to put the computer to sleep and have some pizza."
"Can't I watch while I eat?"
"Watch what?"
"The funny spinning rings."
Casey watched the screensaver come on as if by voice command. She thought it must have a short threshold set to come on from being left idle. "Well, I guess. Here's a piece for you." She handed a plate to Olivia while she sat in another chair.
The preteen took a bite of pizza. While she chewed it, her mouth open and each jaw movement slow and deliberate, her eyes darted around the computer screen. "What are you looking at now?" asked Casey.
"The letters, of course."
"What letters? All I see is the spirals."
Olivia rose from her chair. "You can't see them over there. You have to sit right here."
Casey exchanged chairs with the preteen. Staring at the screen, she saw spirals, but nothing else."I still don't see what you're talking about."
"You're just looking at the front of the screen. You have to focus at the back of the screen. The spirals are in front and the letters are behind them." The little girl sounded exasperated with her babysitter.
"But the screen is flat. It has only one surface."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "It's so simple. You just focus behind the monitor."
"Perhaps you should tell me what it says."
"All right, but I'll have to sit on your lap." Olivia climbed onto Casey's lap and squirmed a little to get comfortable. The movement bunched the sundress up to Casey's stomach leaving the jeans on her bare legs. The preteen was light enough that Casey didn't mind the extra weight.
Olivia took another bite of pizza and resumed her mastication. "Oh," she said.
"What?"
"He said I might get pizza on my shirt."
"I told you to each the pizza first."
"No," Olivia said forcefully. "I have to watch. In order to do that, I have to take my shirt off." Without waiting, she hopped off Casey's bare legs and stripped off her tee shirt.
Casey stared at the newly exposed flat chest of her charge. It hadn't been that long since the teen had a similar physique.
"Do I look funny?" asked Olivia. "All the other girls have started to get their titties."
"You look perfect," said Casey. "Mine took a long time to form. I think it was all the athletics I did."
"Okay." She jumped back into Casey's lap. There she resumed the pizza.
Casey returned to feeling nervous. Here was a half naked nymph on her lap, her bare lap mind you. She felt a little moisture down there and hoped she wouldn't pee her missing panties.
"Do you see the letters yet?" asked Olivia.
"Ah, no. Sorry."
Olivia studied the screen for several moments. "He suggests counting the spinning wheels backward, starting at seventy-three."
"Like seventy-three, seventy-two, seventy-one, and so on?"
"Yes, but you have to focus on one wheel at a time, the next one can't be touching it, and you can't use a wheel twice."
"Really?" thought Casey. "Who comes up with these crazy requirements?"
Aloud she said, "All right. Here I go. Seventy-three, seventy-two, seventy-one, sixty-nine…"
Her eyes closed and her head nodded forward. She heard a voice, too high to make out, but it was telling her things. How to slow the visual processing down. How to listen to smells. How to experience the touch of a breeze within her body.
"…three, two, one. I made it."
Olivia was now sitting in the opposite direction, facing her babysitter while straddling her. She had removed the jeans, leaving her only in light pink panties. "Now what do you see?"
Letters flashed out of the spirals now half-hidden behind Olivia's head. They appeared too fast for her to make out. Casey slowed the processing down and saw the letters now floating by. Still they were a mixture of colors and brightness.
Rewinding the image with her mind, she filtered everything that appeared except the green letters. R-E-M-O-V-E. "Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to remove something."
"Try the pink letters next," said Olivia.
Rewinding the image again, she filtered everything but the pink letters this time. It revealed the next set of letters. D-R-E-S-S.
"Excuse me." Casey lifted the girl off her lap before standing. She then lifted her sundress over her head, dropping it on the ground. Without prompting, she unfastened the bra and let it fall also.
Casey stood fully nude in front of her charge. She did nothing to protect her modesty. In fact, she knew somehow she would never need to be modest again.
Olivia stood there speechless. She had seen her own body, without any secondary sexual attributes yet appearing. Even though Casey's tits were generously called an A cup, they were huge compared to a flat chest. Casey's downy hair was a forest compared to her single brown pube. Casey's hips flared just enough to show her not being a boy, unlike Olivia.
"You are so beautiful," said the little girl.
"You will be also," said her babysitter. "And soon."
"I already learned how to masturbate. He taught me that before. Now he wants you to teach me…"
"…how to love another. I know. We won't need any further instruction. Why don't you go to your bed to wait for me? I'll be there momentarily."
Olivia smiled as she skipped from the room.
Casey rummaged in the nook for a thumb drive. Finding one, she mounted it on the laptop. She typed a few characters and watched the program clone itself on the drive.
She then typed "good night".
The program responded with one last message.
'Make my baby into a happy girl'
"I will," said the naked babysitter.
Jane Horner returned home a little after midnight. She discovered a half eaten pizza in the refrigerator, all the dishes cleaned up, and a shut off laptop. She went upstairs and peeked in her daughter's room. There she saw the two girls nose-to-nose, sleeping soundly.
"How sweet. Olivia must have worn Casey out."
She entered the room and gave each a kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams."
After she closed the door, Casey opened her eyes and whispered, "She's gone."
"Kiss me there again," said Olivia, pulling the pillow over her face to muffle her moans.
"Gladly," said her babysitter, diving under the covers for the fourth time tonight. Or was it the fifth? They both lost count long before.
"Well, Mrs. Horner can't complain," thought Casey as she licked her charge. "She told me to keep Olivia away from the zombies. I just taught her a new favorite activity."
