A/N: Sorry for the late update to this fic, and in general. Been thinking on new ideas since I finished the last fic, and just as I was putting them into practice, I caught a cold. :(
Luckily I'm better, for the most part, so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things, starting with this update! Thanks to everyone for being patient, and I hope you enjoy.
Timmy released a loud huff of air from his nose as he laid on his stomach on the blanket he and Vicky were sharing, his chin resting on the soft fabric with his arms stretched out in front of him; and his gaze directed at a small piece of loose thread that had apparently broken off, but not completely detached; from the blanket at some point.
The boy would occasionally flick or tug at the tiny string in an effort to alleviate his boredom, but even that had, unsurprisingly; grown dull and uninteresting fairly quickly.
"Argh... Quit huffing and puffing, Twerp!" Vicky loudly remarked over a mouthful of the sandwich she was eating, taking the time to chew and swallow it before she continued. "Ah... It's only a little past two, so we'll probably be here another hour, then there's driving back, and even after that, your parents probably won't be back until nine or ten! More than enough time to..." The seventeen year old trailed off, realizing that if she considered how very little Timmy probably knew about his own body, nevermind a girl's... "Shit, I've got my work cut out for me... Eight hours won't be anywhere near enough time to explain-" Another thought occurred to the red-head, cutting her first one short. "Where should I even start?!" She thought to herself, her eyes widening just a little.
"Ugh!" The brunet flipped over onto his back, his arms thrown up and laying above his head on the blanket while his legs were fully stretched out and parted slightly, making him look like someone who had just collapsed after running a marathon and was now trying to relax. "I can't help it! I'm so bored!" He gazed up at the palm tree they'd positioned the blanket under for shade, watching the fronds sway back and forth from the sea breeze.
"Well you should've brought a game or book or... Something." The red-head tipped backward off her legs, which she'd been sitting on in a sort of kneeling position; and stretched them out in front of her, bending her right knee as she braced her right hand against the blanket, propping herself up with her arm. "Could always go back in the water and paddle around for a bit, maybe build a sand castle... There's more than enough to do around here to keep you from getting bored, Twerp."
Timmy frowned at his babysitter, letting out a low grumble that sounded a bit like a growl, since he didn't open his mouth. "Then you're gonna just pretend that you never said you'd teach me about relationships and girls and stuff, just like when you said you'd give me a kiss if I swam over to you." He turned over onto his side now, propping his head up in his hand to face the older teen fully. "I'm not that stupid, Vicky..." After another moment, his eyes absently trailed down her body, stopping on her cream-colored thighs, specifically her right one, which was closest to him.
Remembering how soft her skin had felt when she pulled him into her lap to put sunscreen on him, Timmy reached out and prodded the smooth, slightly damp skin with his free hand, eventually dragging his finger back and forth across it before finally pressing his palm against it and moving his hand up and down along the side of her thigh. There was something oddly pleasant about the contact, and Timmy found himself slowly drifting off into a bit of a trance, his gaze focused entirely on the girl's leg, and how it felt to touch it.
Vicky, meanwhile; eyed the boy with no small amount of curiosity as she ate her sandwich and he continued to unknowingly(she assumed) massage her leg. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he enjoyed touching her like this, and the same thought had occurred earlier when she'd pulled him into her lap, but there was a certain something about the way he touched her that intrigued her, in its own way.
Unlike Ricky, who at times seemed hellbent on getting her clothes off just so he could... Well, try to have sex with her; she was fairly confident that Timmy was still too young to understand what sex even was, nevermind actually want it. His little touches and caresses weren't hungry and roaming, they were mostly just curious and explorative, his hand never getting too close to the front or inner part of her thigh, nor did it move too close to and linger on her butt. The contact was, much like Timmy; entirely innocent, and that gave the red-head a warm, fuzzy feeling of excitement, strange as it was.
"Nnf. Bored now." Timmy remarked with a huff, turning over to lay on his back once again before interlacing his fingers together and settling his hands on his chest.
"Shocker." Vicky deadpanned sarcastically, speaking over another bite of sandwich. "If you're getting bored just sitting here, how do I know you're gonna listen to me when I explain all this relationship stuff to you? Not all of it is interesting, Timmy. Some of it'll probably sound pretty boring to you, since you're... Well, just a kid." The red-head took a final bite of her sandwich, then tossed a bit of the crust away, toward the ocean; she'd never been a big fan of the crust.
"I am not just a kid!" The boy turned his head to look at his babysitter, trying and failing once again to give her a convincing glare. "You even said I wasn't such a kid a little while ago, when I-... When I said that I wanted to... Hug you..." He spoke hesitantly, eventually trailing off in a low tone as his cheeks began to show the clear signs of a blush. It perplexed him as to why he tended to get embarrassed talking about hugging his babysitter, but again, he figured that had something to do with the explanation the older teen was going to give him... Assuming she ever would.
"Well- A-Alright fine, you're not just a kid, but... But there's... A lot of stuff I- We need to cover, and I... I don't really know where to begin." Vicky admitted with a lopsided frown, rubbing the back of her head with her left hand. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this whole 'you liking me' thing..." She spoke in a low, muttering tone as she finished, her gaze evasively drifting toward the lagoon again.
"Oh..." Timmy responded, feeling a bit shocked at hearing his babysitter's admission. The girl always seemed so sure of herself most of the time, it was a bit strange to see her blushing and speaking in such an... Uncertain way. This certainly didn't appear to be the same Vicky he grew up with, though he knew that it was. She'd had a few moments in the past where she treated him nicely enough, and he'd even managed to 'bring out' a nicer Vicky a few times, with Cosmo and Wanda's help, of course, but...
All this made him wonder, was this 'nicer' Vicky always there from the get go? There was no magic involved this time, no threat to either of their lives that forced them to at least coexist; all he'd done was hug her, show her a bit of gratitude and affection at her old friend, Heather's; suggestion. And now they were 'trying things out', apparently. If someone had told him that he'd not only be friends with, but in the beginnings of a relationship with the babysitter he was once all too happy to call evil, he'd more than likely think they were completely out of their mind.
The call of a nearby seagull made him flinch a little, the sudden noise shaking him from his thoughts, and making him remember the red-head not two feet across from him on the blanket. "Um... Wh-What about... What we were talking about earlier?" He questioned with a bit of a quiver in his voice, wondering if Vicky would hear him out, or shoot down the question as soon as he voiced it.
"...Which part?" The red-head quirked up an eyebrow in curiosity, her lips forming a bemused frown.
"Uh... Y-Y'know... You m-mentioned how it... Would be bad for me to look at girls' boob- Breasts!" Timmy quickly corrected himself, the blush on his cheeks turning a near-luminescent red. "S-So, um... Y-You also said you'd make an exception f-for me, and... Um..." He trailed off in a higher, squeakier tone; breaking eye contact with his babysitter when it felt like her gaze was starting to pierce right through him.
"...I did." Vicky nodded in agreement, already having a pretty good idea where this conversation was going. "Wh-What, didn't get a good enough l-look when my top slid off a little while ago, Twerp?" She asked in an amused, somewhat teasing tone, though her blushing cheeks and the stammer in her voice easily gave away her embarrassment.
"No-Er... Yes-! Um..." The brunet quickly sat up, tucking his legs underneath him to sit on them as he oriented his whole body toward the older teen, his hands settling on his lap nervously. "I k-kinda saw them, but- Um... If it'd be alright with y-you, maybe...?" Timmy struggled to find the right words as his heart pounded against his ribcage, the sound more than audible in his ears over the sea breeze and the far-off sounding crashes of the waves against the shore.
"Eheh... N-Normally people... This is usually saved for later on, when two people have dated for... At least a little while..." The red-head chuckled nervously as she slid backward across the large blanket she and Timmy shared, her back a little over a foot away from the palm tree they were using for shade. "B-But..." She bit her lower lip, though not nearly hard enough to draw blood; and looked around the lagoon, then over to the trail they'd used to get down to it. She doubted anyone would come around this late into the afternoon, as most people came to this spot around mid to late morning, and even then, she doubted the lagoon was all that well-known, the only people that she knew who knew about it being her, Heather, Tootie, and now, Timmy. "No way Heather's coming down here today, not this late; and Tootie doesn't even have a way to get to the beach..." She cast her gaze back over to Timmy, who fidgeted a little upon making eye contact with her.
The seventeen year old couldn't deny that there was something exciting about the situation. Timmy clearly trusted her quite a bit, and she could admit(to herself) that he was different, in a way; from the other kids she babysat. The two of them had been through quite a lot, more than normal babysitters and their charges had by a longshot. She felt weirdly comfortable around the eleven year old, and part of her had an inkling that he, in turn, felt comfortable around her(even if he was shivering a bit, at the moment).
Then there was the fact that she was quite aware of her own attractiveness. Ricky had found her attractive, most of the boys she went to school with found her attractive, though they knew her well enough that they didn't dare approach her; and Timmy had even told her outright that she was pretty. She certainly hadn't needed the confirmation of what she already knew, but that didn't mean it was unappreciated, either.
All these factors, along with maybe a hint of youthful playfulness and naivete; made the girl seriously consider her Twerp's request, though not without a fair bit of hesitation. "W-Well, um... I guess... It's alright, since y'know... It's you and all..." Vicky felt her face heat up even more the moment the words escaped her, and she again glanced around self-consciously, just to make sure she and Timmy were still the only ones around.
"R-Really?" Timmy spoke up, unable to completely contain the excitement in his voice, his body leaning forward just a hair.
"Y-Yeah, I'm- I'm not made of stone, y'know... And I still owe you, since I didn't give you that kiss in the water..." Vicky slid back a little more, gently pressing her back to the trunk of the palm tree so she didn't have to hold herself up with her arm, which by now had grown tired.
In turn, Timmy crawled forward on his hands and knees, stopping to tuck his legs and sit on them again once he was right next to his babysitter, just a few inches to her right.
"Okay, um... L-Look, just don't get... Any funny or... Weird ideas, got it? No... Doing things without me telling you you can, or... Or asking me first, alright?" The red-head attempted to shoot her charge a glare by narrowing her eyes at him, but the effect was diminished by the nervous, lopsided frown her lips formed. Part of her knew that what they were doing was... Not necessarily wrong, but not necessarily 'right', either. It was exciting and naughty, and made her skin tingle with goosebumps, while her heartbeat seemed to quicken, the organ feeling a certain degree of excitement itself from the situation.
Timmy nodded in understanding, absently wondering what his babysitter meant by 'weird ideas' as he watched her gently settle her hands near the bottom of her ribs, then gingerly slide them up her chest, coming to a stop at the bottom of her bikini, the index finger of each hand slipping under the lime-green fabric.
After another pensive moment, the red-head slid her hands up, her bikini top catching on her index fingers and sliding up off her breasts, while her hands followed it, covering up her now exposed flesh. She felt a renewed sensation of warmth wash over her almost immediately, her whole body feeling like it was blushing, much like her cheeks had.
"Um..." Timmy hummed quietly, his gaze transfixed on Vicky's still covered chest.
"Would you-!" She snapped at him, then caught herself, her expression softening somewhat as she again looked away. "I-It's not like I d-do this for anyone... Or at all, for that matter... I'm a little... Nervous, that's all."
The seventeen year old hated admitting any sort of weakness, especially to someone younger and less experienced than her, and even if it was Timmy she was making said admission to, that didn't make her feel any less self-conscious.
"Ah, um... Okay, then..." Timmy glanced down at his lap, the whole situation leaving him at a loss. "I'm..." He looked up again at his babysitter, taking a moment to scratch at his nose out of nervous habit. "...Not gonna make fun of you, or anything...?"
"Who said anything about making fun-" The older girl caught herself again, realizing that, as bad as he was at it; Timmy was simply trying to reassure her. She couldn't really expect him to know what to say; he was still young, and was probably at more of a loss than she was. "...I know that..." She remarked in a knowing tone, feeling a bit of her confidence come back. "Besides, you should already know that if you tell anyone about-"
"I-I won't!" The boy interjected quickly, cutting the girl off. "I a-already know that this place, and anything that h-happens here is supposed to be s-secret!"
"Ah... G-Good, glad I don't... Have to tell you." Vicky nodded once, casting yet another glance toward the trail they'd used some time earlier. "C'mon! Stop being a coward and just do it! It's just the Twerp! You're still gonna be his babysitter if you do! You're still gonna be in charge!" She mentally coached herself, her hands beginning to slip down her chest subconsciously, in turn causing her fingers to lightly brush against her nipples, making them a bit erect. "One m-more thing!" She leaned toward the boy a bit, her hands pausing in their descent.
"Er... Y-Yeah...?" Timmy flinched, his gaze snapping back up from Vicky's chest to meet hers.
"If... If I'm gonna be teaching you about this stuff and... And showing... Well, me to you... No more of that idiot, Trixie, got it? I know you go to school with her, and obviously you're gonna talk to her, but wasting your time chasing after her? Trying to get her to go out with you? That's done, understand? You- You're mine now, alright?" Remembering just who it was she was talking to, Vicky made sure to word what she wanted to say as questions. She wasn't about to force her Twerp into anything, but she was going to make sure he knew the stakes; if they were going to go any farther, he was hers and hers alone.
"S-So... Like dating then? Like... You and me?" Timmy's mouth formed a sort of zigzag due to the conflicting emotions he was feeling. He was by now quite aware that he liked Vicky, so long as she wasn't constantly acting like the evil babysitter he grew up with, so he was thrilled to hear that she at least wanted to try being... Well, more than friends, but at the same time... He was honestly a little scared by what the red-head had just said. She was acting just a tiny bit like her younger sister, though he could understand why she was. He certainly wouldn't like sharing a hypothetical girlfriend with another guy...
"E-Eventually, yeah..." The seventeen year old nodded hesitantly, knowing they'd both have to work their way up to actually dating, as they'd said earlier. "We'll... Hang out after you get out of school, play video games, maybe go to the mall... The stuff that... Friends do."
"What about kissing?" The brunet blurted out, not even taking a moment to think until the words had already left his mouth, at which point he blushed furiously and looked away ashamedly. Much to his chagrin, he was having immense trouble keeping his inner thoughts from becoming outer thoughts. A kiss from Trixie had always been a sort of subconscious goal for him, but as he got older, he came to realize that a simple kiss on the cheek from a pretty girl didn't define a relationship, and Vicky certainly wasn't like Trixie. There was more to her than her appearance, and while he got the feeling it'd take more than gifts to make her happy, he actually wanted to try. Something about seeing the red-head smile was uplifting for the brunet, though the reason for it continued to escape him.
"Wha- N-Not..." Vicky retreated a bit, leaning her back against the palm tree once more. "I m-mean, you're... Still kind of young for-... Well... I guess a kiss on the cheek or forehead wouldn't hurt every now and then..." She frowned a bit, realizing she was making it sound more and more like her and Timmy would be sneaking around. If she was being honest with herself, the boy's age really wasn't a concern. If people had a problem with them dating and said so... Then they'd soon really have a problem with her. She wasn't about to let anyone tell her who she could and couldn't date, and she had more than a few contacts in her phone to get her out of nearly any sort of trouble she found herself in. "Lucky me that mom and dad can be pretty influential..."
Timmy continued to watch his babysitter; noticing a sort of far-off look in her eyes that suggested she was deep in thought. Part of him wondered what she was thinking, but another part, more grounded in the here and now, and maybe just a bit childish; was feeling kind of impatient. "Ahm..." He quietly cleared his throat, causing the older girl to perk up from her thoughts and look at him, her cheeks still significantly pinker than they usually were.
"Ah... A-Anyway, just- Just remember what I said, don't do anything... Weird. And don't go telling your Twerpy little friends that you got to see my boobs, or... Or I'll bury you out here!" A feeling of nervous anger swept over the red-head, again making Timmy flinch as she unintentionally snapped at him.
"I won't!" The brunet put his hands up defensively, palms facing his babysitter.
Rather than respond, Vicky simply nodded, then released a breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding. "Phew... Okay then, um... Y-You can come a... A little closer, if you want..." She responded in a much quieter voice, the angry tone from moments ago completely gone.
Knowing another opportunity like this might not present itself again for a while, the buck-toothed boy crawled closer to his babysitter on his hands and knees, before rocking back to sit on his legs again.
"Alright, now or never, I guess..." She slowly let her hands slide down, only just now noticing how tired her arms had become from holding the same position for so long. Just before her index fingers slipped off her nipples, however; she slipped her hands right back up, covering her breasts with them once more, earning her a look of shocked disappointment from Timmy. "...Heehee! J-Just messing with you!" An amused, nervous giggle escaped Vicky upon seeing her charge's expression, before she finally slid her hands up her chest to hold the cups of her bikini top, revealing her bare breasts to the brunet.
For the second time that day, Timmy had an unimpeded view of his babysitter's bare chest, though unlike the first time, he now had the chance to appreciate the sight, so long as he didn't break any of Vicky's vaguely described rules. It was now that he noticed that, despite having put on sunscreen, the red-head had a tan, made obvious by the bikini-shaped area of lighter skin on her chest. It wasn't a particularly heavy contrast, as the sunscreen they'd used had clearly done its job, but being this close to her, it was noticeable enough, even with his eyes focused primarily on the two lumps of flesh she'd referred to as breasts.
Each was a pale, off-white cream color, save for what the bikini she'd been wearing hadn't covered, and both were topped by a pink nipple, close in color to the girl's lips, and in roughly the same place as the nipples on his own chest were, though understandably, his chest was considerably flatter than hers.
What confused and vexed the eleven year old most, however; was how bizarrely alluring these 'breasts' were. His eyes seemed to focus on them instinctively, ignoring anything else happening around him, and even the sounds of the beach had seemed to somehow become far-off and muffled. Worst of all, he was beginning to think that the two enticing mounds on the girl's chest had to be magic, in some way. To the brunet, it didn't seem too farfetched, considering the existence of fairy godparents and magic genies that lived in lava lamps, and it was the only reason he could think of for why he got the nagging desire to reach out and touch them, see how they felt in his hands, despite Vicky explicitly telling him not to. In fact, it almost seemed worth it to try, even with the consequences she had stated, but left very much unclear.
"Jeez, Twerp. Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer..." Vicky muttered out, her gaze focused entirely on the trail they'd used to get down to the beach.
"Wha-? Take a picture? But I... I don't have a camera...?" The eleven year old looked up at his babysitter, his face bearing a quizzical expression.
"No, I mean-..." The girl averted her gaze from the trail, focusing her attention on Timmy once more. "I know you don't have a camera, it's an expression you say when someone... Just stares at something or someone... Like you're doing."
"Oh." The brunet frowned slightly. "Then... What else am I supposed to be doing?" He questioned, getting the odd feeling that he wasn't supposed to disclose his silent desire to reach out and touch his babysitter's chest.
"Uh..." Vicky felt her blush burn a bit hotter. "Y-You're asking me?" She turned away yet again, her eyes locking on the weathered wooden steps of the trail. "H-How should I know?"
"But- But you just said that I was 'just' staring! I figured you'd... Have some idea..." The boy remarked in frustration, wondering in the back of his head if Vicky was simply messing with him again.
"Well... Why not, y'know, try your luck?" The girl offered somewhat nervously, shifting her weight back and forth on her rear-end before apparently becoming satisfied with her position. "Wh-What've you got to lose, right?"
"My life, for starters...According to you, anyway..." Timmy thought to himself, his left hand unconsciously flexing its fingers as he reconsidered the lingering desire in the back of his mind. "And... You're not gonna get mad or... Or hit me or anything?"
"...I will not punch you." Vicky admitted after several seconds of consideration, directing a mildly cautious stare at her charge.
"Wish that reassured me more than it did..." The buck-toothed eleven year old sighed, resigned to the soon to be realized consequences of his next actions, be they good or bad.
Moving at what amounted to a snail's pace, Timmy leaned his body forward, lifting his left hand at the same time and extending it toward Vicky's chest, the seventeen year old eying him carefully the entire time, looking more like a wild animal waiting for its opportunity to strike than his attractive, slightly scary babysitter.
Mere centimeters from his fingers making contact with her bare, right breast, he hesitated and stopped, his hand simply hovering in front of her chest. "Um..." He scooted forward on the beach blanket, leaving less than a foot of space between them, and not daring to make eye contact with the girl now, knowing her striking pink eyes would only make what little courage he had drain away.
Another moment passed, and as he began to close the last few centimeters of distance between his hand and Vicky's chest, he rotated his wrist a little, his hand oriented in such a way to allow him to 'cup' her breast, exactly what he did when he finally made contact, his fingers ever so carefully curling around the modest mound of flesh.
To the brunet's surprise, Vicky's breasts, boobs... Whatever she preferred to call them; didn't feel like water balloons, like he'd expected, but more like actual, very slightly squishy parts of her body, like he realized they should have. Her skin felt soft and warm, while predominantly smooth as well, save for her nipple, which seemed to poke out a bit in response to his touch and cause a chain reaction in the rest of her skin, making it bristle with goosebumps.
"Huh..." Timmy breathed out in wonderment, finding that yes, there was something oddly exciting and almost... Gratifying about holding this alluring mound on his babysitter's chest. The specifics of it eluded him, young as he was, but he somehow felt... Warmer, and not just from his blushing cheeks. There was a strange heat in what felt like his gut, a blooming warmth that felt like something waking up for the first time. It perplexed his young mind to no end, but the feeling itself was at the very least, pleasant.
Vicky, meanwhile; continued to watch her charge with bated breath as he gently groped her right breast, seemingly testing its pliancy, while at the same time sliding his fingers in tight back and forth motions across her skin, now that it was covered in goosebumps. She felt a bit odd letting another person touch her in such a way, even odder considering it was her Twerp, but then, she wasn't exactly used to anyone touching her at all, nevermind in a somewhat intimate(even if Timmy didn't realize it) way.
Before long, the brunet brought his right hand up, his fingers delicately sweeping up across her skin, before carefully curling around her left breast, comparing the feeling of it against her right one. "They're really soft..." Timmy mused to himself, as he slowly and nervously brushed his thumb against her erect left nipple. "Except here..."
After another moment, the red-head let down her guard a little so she could relax, the back of her head coming to rest against the trunk of the palm tree she was reclining against as her eyes slid closed. "I suppose... This is alright... Twerp's not gonna do anything too weird at his age..." "Nnh..."
"Huh?" Timmy suddenly asked upon hearing the odd noise from his babysitter, thinking she'd said something when he wasn't paying attention.
"What?" The seventeen year old's eyes shot wide open, her surprised pink orbs meeting vibrant, curious blue ones that were now mere inches from her face. "Gah-!" The girl tipped to her left in surprise, slipping off the trunk of the tree and falling flat on her back, the sand of the beach beneath the blanket cushioning her fall. "Wha- Why'd you get in my face like that?!" She looked up at her charge, now partially hovering over her, a hint of concern evident on his face.
"I-I heard you m-moan or something, I thought... I might've done something wrong and squeezed too h-hard, or... Um..." Timmy blushed in embarrassment and glanced away, worried his inexperience had somehow caused his babysitter some discomfort. "Y-You were, um... Biting your lower lip too."
"Biting my...?" Vicky frowned bemusedly, only to blush beet-red as Timmy's words sunk in. "Biting my lip and moaning... Jeez! Was I seriously getting turned on just from him-?!" The girl cut her thought short and stamped it out, her body growing increasingly warm just from the mere acknowledgment of what had just happened. "Ah... M-Maybe we ought to pack up and head back to your h-house, all this... Excitement is tiring me out." She attempted to offer as nonchalantly as she could while sliding her bikini top back down, only to take pause as she came up against a bit of resistance. She tilted her head down to look at her chest, finally noticing that Timmy's hands were still on each of her breasts, explaining why he was partially on top of her. "Um... Y-You can let go n-now, Twerp..."
"Ack!" The eleven year old bounced backward as if he'd been burned, landing squarely on his butt as he put his arms up defensively and shrank back. "S-Sorry!"
"Oh would you stop?" Vicky remarked exasperatedly, shaking her head back and forth as she fixed her top. "I would never hit you and you know it, Timmy." The girl pushed herself to her feet, watching as her charge slowly lowered his arms, letting them come to rest at his sides. "Now, how about helping me get everything together so we can go?" She bent forward, offering her right hand to the boy.
"A-Alright." The brunet nodded, taking her hand and allowing the red-head to pull him to his feet. "That... Went better than expected..."