Babysitters
Dazbrilliantwhites asks: You've had them and maybe even have been one. Or maybe you were once babysat by someone who is now a notorious serial killer. Tell us your stories.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 12:15)
Dazbrilliantwhites asks: You've had them and maybe even have been one. Or maybe you were once babysat by someone who is now a notorious serial killer. Tell us your stories.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 12:15)
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Zulu cock :o)
My nan, god rest her beautiful, beautiful soul, suffered terribly with cataracts to the extent that in her seventies, the time wherin this tale takes place, she was so near-sighted as to be practically blind. This, however, didn't prevent her from babysitting me and my little brother as she loved us so and we were "never any trouble".
So, mom and dad, went to a show, dropped us off at Grandma Jo's...
It started off small.
Just innocent little things.
"Poke your tongue out at her, she can't see you!", I'd whisper. We were 8 and 6 respectively, this was HILARIOUS.
"Walk through the room with a cushion on your head!", we're *dying* with quietened laughter.
"Crawl around on the floor like a dog and pretend to wee by her chair!"
Me being the eldest, was the one pushing the boundaries. My little brother, the willing victim and daredevil.
The thing is, when people go out, sometimes they come back earlier than you expect them to. This was the lesson we learnt that day.
And that's also why, having had their night out cut short by a powercut, my parents return to my nan's tiny council flat to find me, with the tea-cosy on my head and drawn-on glasses, collapsed in the corner absolutely laughing my tits off at the sight of their youngest child, my little brother, with a pillowcase over his head and dancing a naked 'zulu war dance' less than ten feet from his grandmother. The pillowcase had served to render my brother equally as blind so he continued his jig, his tiny boycock bobbling around for all to see, until the pillowcase was unceremoniously yanked from his head and we were sent to bed.
My cousin started babysitting us after that.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 18:21, 5 replies)
My nan, god rest her beautiful, beautiful soul, suffered terribly with cataracts to the extent that in her seventies, the time wherin this tale takes place, she was so near-sighted as to be practically blind. This, however, didn't prevent her from babysitting me and my little brother as she loved us so and we were "never any trouble".
So, mom and dad, went to a show, dropped us off at Grandma Jo's...
It started off small.
Just innocent little things.
"Poke your tongue out at her, she can't see you!", I'd whisper. We were 8 and 6 respectively, this was HILARIOUS.
"Walk through the room with a cushion on your head!", we're *dying* with quietened laughter.
"Crawl around on the floor like a dog and pretend to wee by her chair!"
Me being the eldest, was the one pushing the boundaries. My little brother, the willing victim and daredevil.
The thing is, when people go out, sometimes they come back earlier than you expect them to. This was the lesson we learnt that day.
And that's also why, having had their night out cut short by a powercut, my parents return to my nan's tiny council flat to find me, with the tea-cosy on my head and drawn-on glasses, collapsed in the corner absolutely laughing my tits off at the sight of their youngest child, my little brother, with a pillowcase over his head and dancing a naked 'zulu war dance' less than ten feet from his grandmother. The pillowcase had served to render my brother equally as blind so he continued his jig, his tiny boycock bobbling around for all to see, until the pillowcase was unceremoniously yanked from his head and we were sent to bed.
My cousin started babysitting us after that.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 18:21, 5 replies)
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