"Oh, hi Mary Anne, I'm so glad you could make it. And what’s this? Hello, Dawn!” Mr. Scott opened the door and saw both Mary Anne and her stepsister, Dawn standing on the porch. Mary Anne had been chewing on a fingernail, but quickly put her hand down when Mr. Scott opened the door.
“Hi, Mr. Scott,” Dawn said. “I hope you don’t mind, Mary Anne and I are working on a science project together for school, and I thought we could babysit Little Reggie together and think of some ideas for our project. You don’t mind, do you?”
Mr. Scott held the door open and gestured for them to come inside. “Of course, not, Dawn. You girls always do a good job taking care of little Reggie, and I’m always glad to see my California Girl.”
When he said this, Dawn froze, her expression going blank. Mr. Scott reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside. When Dawn didn’t continue the conversation, Mary Anne turned and saw her stepsister’s green eyes staring into space. She looked worried, then turned to Mr. Scott. "Thanks, Mr. Scott. Dawn, what’s the matter with you?"
"Don’t worry, Mary Anne—do you like horsing around?" He smiled as her brown eyes became glassy, and her expression matched Dawn’s.
"Ah, my little equestrian nymph, I've set some clothes out upstairs for you to change into. When you come down to the basement, you are going to be a sexy, confident model, willing to pose and show yourself off for me without a hint of modesty or shyness. The more you pose, the more you show yourself off, the more turned on you will be. Understand?"
"Yes, of course. I'll be right down."
“Now what to do about you, Dawn? I wasn’t expecting to have two playthings today, but I guess I can find something for you to wear. Since Mary Anne is going to be a sexy model, I guess you will be too. Like her, you’ll get aroused posing and showing off, but what will really get you hot will be watching Mary Anne stripping. The more she shows herself off, and gets aroused, the hotter you’ll get. And the hotter you get, the more you’ll want to kiss and lick and taste your cute little stepsister. Understand?
Dawn smiled and followed him upstairs. “Of course, I like Mary Anne.”
“Now let’s find you something to wear.” He said.
The basement was set up like a photographer's studio, with various backdrops, lights, and reflectors. When Mary Anne entered the room, the transformation was amazing. Instead of the shy, self-conscious girl she had been when she came in house earlier, she was confident, poised, and oozed sex. She swung her hips as she walked. She wore a riding outfit similar to the one she wore at the Stonybrook Equestrian School, with jodhpurs, boots, a short jacket, and a blouse underneath. Her brown hair was covered by a cute little jockey’s hat. She gave Mr. Scott a smoldering look as she walked toward him, flicking her riding crop against her thigh.
The riding outfit was subtly different than her regular riding outfit, however. The jodhpurs were much tighter, and tailored to form a cameltoe to show off her pussy lips. Tight as it was, it would have shown off her pantylines, if she wore anything besides the tiny thong she had on. The boots were taller, tighter, and had higher heels—impractical for riding, but sexy as hell. The white blouse was sheer, and offered glimpses of her nipples when the bright red jacket shifted. Besides her outfit, she wore more makeup than she had ever worn in her life. With bright red lips and smoky eyes, she looked like a model.
Mr. Scott led the preteen over to a backdrop that had an outdoor scene painted on it that included a wood fence and rolling hills, with a riding path running through it. In front of the backdrop, a black English style saddle stood on a stand. Mary Anne climbed on the saddle without being told, swinging her legs gracefully over the side, then turning around to face the camera. As Mr. Scott began taking pictures, she smiled sexily and flicked the crop as if spurring on an imaginary horse. As she was posing on the saddle, Dawn walked in the room quietly. Mr. Scott paused and looked her over.
There was nothing subtle about Dawn’s outfit. She looked like a California girl, in a neon bikini, but it was completely inappropriate for a thirteen-year-old girl. The bikini top showed the sides of her small breasts and was thin enough that her nipples were visible. The bottom consisted of a small neon green triangle, with a thin black cord around her hips and between her asscheeks. Where the top was tight, her bottoms were too big, and exposed a few blond hairs and her slit when she walked. She was wearing a pair of clear open-toed sandals with a 4” heel. Dawn had obviously never worn a bikini this small, evident from the patch of pale skin that extended beyond the edges of the bikini. The visible tanlines only served to make her look that much sexier.
“Hi, Dawn! You look great!” Mary Anne said, smiling and waving at her stepsister. “Do you like my outfit? I’d get thrown out of the Equestrian School if I wore it there. And you won’t believe what I’m wearing under it!” She giggled and struck a sexy pose at Dawn.
“Y-you look great, Mary Anne.” Dawn said, licking her lips. Her hand moved toward her crotch, then she stopped herself.
Mr. Scott motioned for Dawn to sit on a stool behind him, noting that her eyes never left Mary Anne’s body. He turned around to Mary Anne and suggested she unbutton her jacket, which she did, teasingly, slowly revealing the sheer blouse underneath. As she faced the camera, her nipples hardened and reddened, showing even more prominently to the camera. She removed the jacket, then took off the little cap and threw it at the camera. She playfully brushed her nipples with the riding crop through the shirt.
As he looked through the camera lens, Mr. Scott could zoom in and see that the crotch of Mary Anne's riding pants had a small wet stain, slowly growing in size. He told her to move her legs further apart. Making the excuse that he needed to show her how to position her legs, he groped her thighs and let his hand brush her crotch. She looked down, noticing the wet spot for the first time.
She giggled and said, “Oops!” She moved the crop between her legs suggestively. She looked him in the eyes and said, “Naughty boy!” Then she looked over to where Dawn was sitting and blew her a kiss. Dawn blushed and moved her hand to her crotch.
Mary Anne removed her shirt, still sitting on the saddle, showing off her small, firm tits and rock-hard nipples. She licked her fingers and then rubbed her nipples. With her shirt off, the contrast between the lightly tanned skin of her arms and shoulders and the paler skin of her breast and stomach was obvious. She leaned forward in the saddle, as if leading the horse into a gallop.
Mr. Scott paused from taking pictures of the brunette slut and turned to look at Dawn. He caught her with her fingers inside her bikini bottoms. She blushed when she noticed him looking at her, and reluctantly withdrew her hand. She tried to look natural as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and lick the juices off. Mr. Scott noticed a puddle on the vinyl cover of the stool beneath her crotch.
He turned back to Mary Anne, having her get down from the saddle, then stand in front of it and take her riding boots and pants off. Kicking off her pants, she raised up and slid her hand over her tiny white thong and cupped her pussy. She slid her leather boots back on, wearing nothing but the boots and her thong, and sat back on the saddle. The crotch of the thong didn't begin to cover her pussy, and it very clearly glistened with wetness, becoming transparent in the process. Mary Anne lifted herself up and pressed her pussy against the horn of the saddle. Her hairless mons, separated by the thong, easily pressed against the protruding horn. She shivered with arousal, then moved her riding crop around and used it to whip her ass. When she heard a squeak from Dawn, she shifted so that her pussy was pointing straight at her stepsister.
Mary Anne gracefully slipped off the thong while staying on the saddle, smiling and laughing at the camera as she tossed it to Dawn. Mr. Scott turned and saw that Dawn had caught it, still had one had in her bikini bottoms, and now the other hand brought the sticky wet piece of cloth to her nose. He couldn’t help but feel a little envious. He took a few more pictures of Mary Anne sitting naked on the saddle, leaning as if riding a galloping horse. Then she positioned the tip of her riding crop between her pussy lips. She slid it in a little ways, rubbing it along her lips, when she found her clit, she squealed. With Mary Anne naked, and stimulating herself blatantly with the riding crop, Dawn breathed raggedly as she played with herself. Her bikini bottoms were soaking wet, and the vinyl top of the stool was covered in her juices.
“Dawn, why don’t you get over there,” Mr. Scott said, pointing to the other side of the ‘studio,’ which was set up with a girly canopy bed. “Mary Anne, you can join her. I think the two of you together will be just right for the rest of this photoshoot.”
Mary Anne slid off the saddle and walked over to the bed Dawn was sitting on. Mary Anne had caught onto the effect she was having on Dawn and purposely moved in close and hugged her tightly.
“Kiss your stepsister, Dawn; you’re glad to see her.”
Dawn hesitantly moved to give Mary Anne a kiss on the cheek, but Mary Anne grabbed her and turned her so that their lips met. Dawn’s eyes opened wide and she blushed, but she didn’t break the kiss. Her tongue snaked its way into Mary Anne’s mouth. At this, Mary Anne broke the kiss and giggled.
“Mary Anne, why don’t you help Dawn take her cute bikini off?”
“That won’t be hard, there’s hardly anything there to take off.” She leaned toward Dawn and pulled the top over her neck and head. This left Dawn’s long, curly blonde hair tousled. Mary Anne playfully groped the older girl’s breasts, which were slightly larger than hers.
“Now, turn over. Mary Anne, Dawn is a very naughty girl. Whip her ass with the crop, that’s it.”
Mary Anne playfully swatted Dawn’s tight little ass with the riding crop, causing Dawn to squeal. Mary Anne giggled excitedly.
“Very good. Now, help Dawn take her panties off.” As Dawn raised up, Mary Anne slid the bikini bottom down her thighs and over her heels. In this position, the girls’ backsides were close together.
As Mr. Scott took a picture, he could compare Mary Anne’s tight ass and toned legs with her stepsister’s rounder ass and curvier legs. And where Mary Anne was pale, with only a faint tanline at her shins and shoulders, Dawn had a rich tan, evidence of the time she spent outdoors.
“To make sure there are no hurt feelings, Mary Anne, kiss her ass to make it feel better. Yes-ss. Now, Dawn, turn over—Mary Anne, keep kissing her. That’s it. Dawn, spread your legs apart.”
Mr. Scott watched as Mary Anne kissed her stepsister’s ass, then planted little kisses along her thigh and around her crotch, before focusing on her pussy. The light blonde bush was already wet, and she began licking the moisture. Dawn moaned, then shuddered as Mary Anne’s licking became concentrated on her clit. She moved around to where she could get closer to Mary Anne’s pussy. Dawn pushed the riding crop out of the way and stroked it with her fingers. They quickly got covered with Mary Anne’s juices, and she brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices off.
Mr. Scott gave up even pretending to take pictures. As Mary Anne licked her stepsister and Dawn fingered her pussy, he couldn’t help noticing Mary Anne’s pert little ass pointing straight at him. He put down the camera and moved behind her.
“Okay, Mary Anne, I’m going to give you a ride like you haven’t gotten from any horse. And Dawn, I want you to use your tongue to make Mary Anne and I both happy, understand?”
He plunged his cock into Mary Anne’s pussy and Dawn began licking both his cock and her stepsister’s wet and stretched tight pussy. Mary Anne whined and used her riding crop on her ass as he pounded into her. “Oh, Mr. Scott, this sure beats dressage with Silver Star.”
“—And Mr. Scott gave us a really great idea for our Science presentation: ‘The History of Photography, From Daguerreotypes to Digital’.” Mary Anne had been unusually talkative at the Baby-Sitters Club meeting the next week. Dawn nodded occasionally, but didn’t say anything. For some reason, her jaw had been sore since their babysitting job with little Reggie.
While the other Club members were surprised by Mary Anne’s out of character bubbliness, they didn’t say anything. The meeting of the Baby-Sitter’s Club continued: the phone rang a couple of times, with parents wanting to set up appointments.
Mary Anne suddenly remembered something, and studied the calendar she kept as Secretary of the Club. “Oh, I just remembered—Mr. Scott needs a babysitter for Thursday afternoon. Looking at the schedule, it looks like Jessi and Mallory are free.”
Jessi and Mallory nodded. Being the two youngest members of the club, they often worked together.
“Sure, that sounds good, I’d like to meet Little Reggie, the rest of you seem to enjoy babysitting for him. I don’t have ballet practice on Thursdays, so we can head over after school.” Jessi answered, as Mallory nodded her agreement.
