The Babysitter, Part 33

Chapter 33
The Babysitter, Part 33

PART 33

Paige

We both knew it was a risk.

Of course, a lot of things over the last few hours had been risky. This was just one that was entirely unnecessary. Alyssa’s body hair wouldn’t be enough to prove her real age, as it was entirely possible that a girl like Miley had already developed in such a way. Still, the reward was just too good. When Alyssa realized, she would have to suffer in silence, as there was absolutely no way Noelle would believe her side of the story. It would also add onto the youthful way she was perceived, so it was an amusing win for multiple reasons. 

I still couldn’t believe she even had hair down there to begin with. All my friends and I either waxed or shaved. The only reason I knew that Alyssa didn’t was because Violet had been dared to dump a bucket of cold water on my sister while she was showering a few weeks ago. Aside from the shrill scream the rest of us got the pleasure of hearing downstairs, Violet was happy to inform us when she returned that Alyssa was indeed a natural redhead. 

Sure enough, nothing had changed since then. After Annika had positioned Alyssa for the impending wax, she whispered, “At least she’s trimmed.”

“Gross,” I muttered, “I don’t need to know the details.”

Annika quietly chuckled, “So I guess you don’t want to hear about her cute coin slot?”

I rolled my eyes, although I questioned whether or not my bratty blonde friend could see it while I was slightly angled away, “I can go wait in the hall, you know.” The truth was, I didn’t actually care that much, which is why Annika was happy to tease me about it. Unlike my sister, I wasn’t a total prude, and I had even fooled around with a couple of girls despite how it didn’t really do that much for me. Since Alyssa and I were step-sisters, it was really only weird because of how long we had lived under the same roof, as well as the fact that we were polar opposites. And not in the good way. I was honestly so glad she was being treated like a rebellious thirteen year old for the weekend; maybe she would finally learn how pathetic her attitude was when it was perceived in a less mature way.

“Alright, Miley, let’s see how sleepy you are,” Annika murmured. I watched with my peripherals as she applied the wax to Alyssa’s mound; while I still had no desire to directly look at my bottomless step-sister, I very much wanted to see her further degraded. 

The hot wax we had prepared downstairs earlier didn’t seem to be enough to wake little Alyssa. Not a huge surprise, considering that she hadn’t budged once throughout the entire stripping process. The next step was going to be the real test. Annika waited a good minute for the stuff to cool, and neither of us risked any further hushed comments. At this point, we had no choice but to commit. When it was time, she placed one hand on Alyssa’s waist to pull the skin taught, and probably also to slightly brace herself, and gave a good tug that she had done plenty of times on herself. 

I held my breath when Alyssa’s body shifted in response. Annika froze as well; she was much closer, so she had the better vantage point to see whether the now hairless girl was actually waking up or not. After a few stressful seconds, Alyssa was lying still again. Her breathing wasn’t quite as consistent as before, however. I couldn’t imagine she was faking it, as there was no benefit to doing so. She was probably in that precarious half asleep state, and I kept waiting for the slight soreness between her thighs to push her over the edge. 

Annika and I had planned for the worst. It required bolting from the room and activating the alarm before Alyssa opened the door herself to chase us down. Even if the alarm went off properly, however, Noelle would then burst out to see a bottomless ‘Miley’ and potentially the two of us as well. I was prepared to distract the brunette while Annika slipped away to hide her waxing supplies, although I was also heavily assuming none of that would actually transpire. Alyssa was too reserved to leave her room without underwear on, even if instantly realized what we had done upon waking up. My guess was, she would lie there in stunned silence long enough for us to get back to my room. 

After all that preparation, I was a little bit disappointed when Alyssa merely settled back into her bed. Still, we weren’t out of the woods yet. Neither Annika nor I moved a single inch for what felt like at least five minutes. It was one thing for a floorboard to creak when Alyssa was out cold, and something else entirely for us to make a noise like that when it could be the difference between my sister waking up or not. Finally, when her breathing was softer and closer to what it had been when we first arrived, I gestured to Annika that we should get moving. I led the way, quietly padding across the room and positioning myself to open the door so the two of us could slip out as quickly as we had entered. Annika stayed for an extra few seconds; she carefully pulled the covers back until they were concealing every inch of bare skin below Alyssa’s waist, then paused to make sure she still seemed more asleep than awake before tip-toeing away. 

I didn’t blame her for not trying to deal with Alyssa’s underwear and shorts. We could always sneak back in an hour or two later to take care of that once she was sleeping more soundly again, or simply let her sort it out herself when she woke up. What else would she do? Noelle was much more likely to believe that Alyssa decided to sleep without clothes on than the actual truth. At the same time, I was definitely leaning towards the former idea. Mostly because it would be more impressive–and more baffling to Alyssa–to have removed her hair while also leaving her in the exact state that we found her in. 

The celebration came a couple minutes later, after we had safely made it out of her room, reactivated the alarm, and snuck back down the hall into my own room. Seconds after the door clicked shut, we both exhaled in relief before bursting into quiet giggles and hugging in victory. We still had to be somewhat quiet, as Noelle was sleeping in the guest room just down the hall, but we had also warned her that we would probably be up pretty late. It’s why Annika and I hadn’t been too worried about making a noise or two in the kitchen after midnight. As long as an alarm wasn’t blaring through the house, then ‘Miley’ was in her room and Noelle could rest assured that it was just one of those sleepovers that didn’t include much sleep. 

Not wanting to leave the other girls out, we happily shared the details of our little excursion with them. They already knew what we had left to do, of course, but they were also interested in the story of how we actually pulled it off. I was just content that Alyssa was now physically youthful in yet another way, so I was fine letting Annika take the glory. Besides, she had done most of the work; she deserved to tell the tale. In the meantime, I made myself busy setting up one last online game for the five of us while continuing to brainstorm and plot. 

There were dozens of ideas bouncing around in my head. It was only a matter of picking the best ones and/or the ones that were actually possible without Noelle catching us or getting suspicious. 

Two hours later, Violet and I were sneaking down the hall and into Alyssa’s room. My dark haired friend had wanted a turn screwing with my dear sister, and also was shameless about admitting that she wanted to see Annika’s handiwork. Of the five of us, Violet was the only one exclusively into girls and, although Alyssa wasn’t her type in the slightest, she could still tease about how she had always wanted to see my step-sister naked. 

This trip felt far less risky. Whether Alyssa had eventually woken up or not after my previous visit, the sleeping pill would still be in her system. She obviously hadn’t left her room, so she was either still out cold or she had begrudgingly rolled back over after realizing what we had done and how there wasn’t really anything she could do about it in the middle of the night. At least, not without making a scene and pissing off Noelle at 3 AM. 

While I partially stood watch and partially kept my distance for the same reasons as before, Violet got to work. Like Annika, she carefully yet efficiently pulled the covers off. After revealing Alyssa’s bare legs and whispering a lewd comment or two that made me quietly scoff and roll my eyes, Violet retrieved the petite girl’s shorts and underwear. Though Annika had taken them off together, Violet didn’t want to risk the reverse maneuver in the same manner. She held up the plain, white panties with a smirk–they were clearly one of the pairs we had added to Alyssa’s drawer after confiscating all of her mature underwear earlier–then slipped my sleeping sister’s feet through the holes one at a time. It took a few minutes, but Violet eventually managed to get Alyssa’s underwear back on without interrupting her slumber, followed by her shorts.

There was just one thing left to do. 

It didn’t exactly line up with the ‘rebellious brat’ thing that we had been selling to Noelle ever since she arrived. However, I just couldn’t help myself. I was determined to strip away every ounce of maturity that Alyssa had, logic be damned. 

In the time that Violet had taken to re-dress Alyssa, the bowl of steaming hot water I had prepared and brought with me had cooled down to a perfect level of warmth. Nodding to my friend to hold the bowl for me, as I wanted the satisfaction of handling Alyssa this time around, I delicately lifted her hand and submerged it into the water.