Summer break was finally here, and as it was every year, all of the teachers and students were excited.  Ben was no different; although his reason was.  For the last three months, he had been using his modified chemistry set to knock out his pretty babysitter, Teresa, every time she came over to watch him.  Thanks to the instructions he found on a website, he was able to create a number of sedatives that could be easily slipped into a drink without anyone’s knowledge, as well as a type of chloroform that could be used as an anesthetic.  And the third thing was probably the most important: a chemical he could inject, which would wipe out any memory of what had happened.

With summer vacation coming, and his mom working during the day, he was looking forward to having Teresa watch him every day, all summer long; the anticipation was almost too much to bear!  He got off the bus and walked through his front door with a huge smile on his face.

His mother was in the kitchen.  “I see somebody’s happy that the school year is over!”

“You bet, Mom!” Ben exclaimed, as he walked over to see what she was cooking for supper.  “I am looking forward to the best summer ever!”

His mother turned to him.  “I should let you know, Ben – there’s been a bit of a change of plans.  Teresa won’t be able to watch you this summer.”

Ben’s smile faded.  “Why not?  I thought she had already said she would!”  He tried to put on a brave face, but in his mind, all of the plans he had made for what he was going to do with his babysitter were over before they had even begun.

“Apparently, Teresa has let her schoolwork go in a big way the past three months, and she has to go to summer school or she won’t pass the 11th grade.”  She paused, “I was shocked too, when her mother told me, because all I ever heard about was how smart Teresa was, and what a good student she was.”

Was, thought Ben.  What had changed in the last three months – besides the ‘chemistry experiments’ he had been doing on her…as he thought about it, it dawned on him that she had been acting more and more dingy and ditzy since she had started babysitting him.  He didn’t remember reading anything on the website about side effects, but maybe it was Ben who had unintentionally lowered her intelligence?

“So what are we going to do, Mom?” Ben asked.  “You have to work, right?  You’re not going to send me to one of those awful day camps, are you?”

“Oh no, actually, I already have taken care of the problem.  You’ll have a new babysitter Monday morning.  One of Teresa’s teachers is going to watch you.  Apparently, she could really use the extra money this summer; and since she is older, I have to say, I am far less worried about you pulling any kind of stunts with her.”

“Stunts, Mom?” Ben asked innocently.

“Yes, I know you are at the age where you are looking at girls differently, and I know how smart you are.  Teresa’s older than you, but she doesn’t have the maturity, or experience with discipline, to properly handle you, especially for an entire summer.  I think this is good for everyone!”

Everyone except me, Ben thought.  

“Teresa gets her mind back on her grades, I will have the peace of mind to know things are going to be fine while I am gone, and your new babysitter gets the money she needs.  And I am sure you will get along with her just fine, Ben.  I can see how disappointed you are – you probably have a bit of a crush on Teresa; but she’s almost an adult.  You’re growing up too fast for me!” And she reached over and gave Ben a big hug.  A bit reluctantly, Ben hugged her back.  It wasn’t the first time he had been disappointed in his life; he would just have to deal with it the best he could.  He did, after all, have the videos he had taken while Teresa was unconscious; they would have to keep him company all summer long, he thought.


Ben yawned; it was Monday morning, and the day he had been looking forward to, he was now dreading.  All of his plans that he had for Teresa had gone by the wayside.  He had no idea who his new babysitter was, except that she was one of Teresa’s high school teachers, and in his mind he pictured her as an old woman, probably plain and drab, certainly the opposite of what Teresa had been.  Being a teacher, she would probably be strict – even more so than his own mother.  

Maybe this is my penance for everything I did with Teresa this spring, Ben thought.  Begrudgingly, he got up out of bed, put on a clean t-shirt and shorts, and trudged down the stairs into the kitchen.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes widened in surprise.

There was a woman sitting there at the side of the counter.  She was a brunette, maybe in her twenties, with blonde highlights in her short-to-medium length hair; she was wearing a midriff top which did little to conceal her ample bosom, and a pair of cutoff shorts.  Ben realized after a minute that he was staring, and stopped, as he walked around to the other side of the counter.

“Good morning,” she said to him, in a pleasant voice.  “Your breakfast is on that plate there, I think it is still warm?”

“Umm…okay,” Ben replied, “who are you?”

“I’m Denise,” she answered.  “I’m your new babysitter for the summer.  Didn’t your mom tell you?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, as his eyes went back to her chest for a moment.  “You’re one of Teresa’s teachers?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “well, I was this past year.  She was your babysitter the last few months, right?”

Ben nodded, still in shock.  He had completely abandoned his plans for Teresa; but as his eyes wandered back and forth between his breakfast plate and Denise’s upper body, he began to think that maybe the summer wasn’t going to be a total loss after all.  He was hungry, so he started to eat, but his mind started working.

“I guess you know that Teresa is in summer school, then.” Denise kept talking as Ben ate his bacon, eggs and toast.  “I just don’t get it – she was acing all her classes until maybe three months ago.  Then it was like her IQ started dropping or something.”  She glanced over at him as he ate.  “She was here a lot, your mom said – did you notice anything about her change?”

Ben chuckled a bit.  “She was here a lot!  I dunno, maybe she just isn’t as smart as she thought she was?”  He thought for a moment, then added, “She’s real pretty though!”

“You need more than just looks in this world, though.   You’re young, so you don’t get it yet.  But your mom says you are extremely smart, so you won’t have to worry anyway.”  Denise stood up, and started clearing off the dishes.  “Are you sure you didn’t see anything?  This all started at the same time she started watching you, Ben.”

Ben started feeling a bit nervous, but a bit chagrined as well.  He stood up and walked over to where Denise was standing at the sink.  As he did, he let his eyes wander up and down her legs.  She was a good foot or so taller than him in her heels.

“Are you saying I had something to do with her changes?” he asked, trying to sound confident, and at the same time come across as slightly offended.

“I don’t really know how you could have.  What did you two do all the time she was here?”

“Oh, you know, we watched a lot of movies mostly.  Action ones,” he added with a smile.

Denise had finished cleaning off the dishes, and was walking into the living room.  She took a glance at the DVD case sitting on top of the player; it was ‘Vampire Vixens from Venus’.  “Like this one?” she asked him, turning to show him the cover as he followed her in.

“Oh yeah, that was one of her faves, we watched it a lot!  Maybe we can watch it too?”

Denise looked at him with distaste.  “She let you watch these kinds of movies? That was a bad idea on her part – these will turn you into a mindless idiot!”

“It wasn’t her idea, it was mine.”  His smile grew a bit wider.  “I guess it worked, though?”

“I can guarantee you one thing – we won’t be watching this mind-numbing stuff while I am watching you!”  She took another look at the cover.  “Where did you even get this?”

“You can find anything you want on the Internet – don’t you know that?”

“You probably spend way too much time on that, too.  It is summer, and it’s a beautiful day, so we are going to enjoy it.  You have a really nice backyard and pool, and fresh air and sunshine are much better for you than this,” she sneered as she held up the DVD case in front of him again.  

“Fine,” he said to her, “I’ll go upstairs and put on my trunks.  I do like to swim, that’s why I asked Mom for the pool.  Are you going to swim too?”

Denise picked up a book.  “I’m going to read, and get some sun.  There’s nothing better than laying out on a hot summer day with a good book!”

I can think of something better, Ben thought as he headed upstairs to change.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he didn’t see her at first, until he glanced out the back window; she had found a lounge chair, and was removing her shirt.  Ben watched, unbeknownst to her, as she peeled off her clothes to reveal the yellow polka-dot bikini she was wearing underneath.  One of his friends from school had shown him a Playboy magazine once, and he had done his fair share of surfing on the net; as he looked at Denise, he thought that she looked a lot like those Playboy Playmates he had seen before.  

Teresa was pretty, but Denise, well, she was something else.  Ben didn’t feel disappointed any more, as he went into the refrigerator and poured a glass of lemonade.  Then, he added one of his sedatives that he had used on Teresa, and stirred it in well before carrying it out to the backyard.

“Here,” he said as he walked out to her chair, “I made you a glass of lemonade.  It’s going to get hot today.”  He handed it to her, as she sat up, and then he sat on the edge of the chair next to hers.

“Thanks!” Denise exclaimed, as she took a sip.  “It’s really good!” She took another sip.  “Hey, I’m sorry if I was a bit rough in there earlier.  It’s just, I’m a little worried about Teresa, and I just want to find out what happened to her.”

You’re going to find out, all right, Ben thought, as he watched her drink her lemonade for the next minute or two.  Denise put the glass down in the chair’s cupholder, and then she reached down for her book.  She was about to pick it up, when instead, her hand went to her head.

“Oooh,” she moaned softly.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked, a bit playfully.

“I don’t know…I feel dizzy…I feel…oooh,” Denise moaned again, as her eyes fluttered.

“Maybe you need to take a nap,” Ben suggested.  He moved closer, putting his smaller arms around her torso.  Other than her chest, she really wasn’t that much bigger than Teresa, and he was able to hold her up with ease, as he head started to loll back a bit.

“It’s too early…why I…so…sleepy…”

“Don’t try and fight it, honey.  A good nap is what you need, isn’t it, Denise?”  He let go with one hand, and reached down for the glass of lemonade.  “Or maybe you want some more lemonade?”  He placed it to her quivering lips.

“I…umm…please,” the struggling young teacher mumbled, as he slowly gave her some more of the drugged drink.

“That’s a good girl,” he said to her, as she finished the glass of lemonade.  He smiled as her eyes began to roll back into her head, just as Teresa’s had.  He put the glass back, and then with both arms around her again, he gently lowered her down so that she was in a lying position on the chair.  “It’s nap time.”  And right on cue, Denise’s eyes closed, as she succumbed to the powerful sedative.

Ben remembered how he felt the first time that he knocked Teresa out; he was feeling the same kind of euphoria now.  He quickly went back inside, and when he came back out, he was carrying three things: his camera, a chloroform-soaked cloth in a round container, and a syringe with the mind-wiping drug already inside.  He walked around to the front of the chair, and looked down at Denise; she was still in a deep sleep.

Ben took his camera and started snapping some photos from different angles, admiring how amazing she looked in her bikini.  Denise obviously spends a lot of time in the sun, Ben thought, as he finished his photography and set the camera down.  He decided he had waited long enough – he wanted to see what was under that bikini.

Undressing Teresa had been a bit of a chore; even with her being unconscious, it wasn’t the easiest thing for the smaller boy to get her out of and back into her clothes.  Denise, on the other hand, was going to be easy.  All Ben had to do was pull two strings on her top, and two more on her bottom, and her entire body was laid bare for him.  He picked up his camera again, and started to take photos of her upper body.

Ben knew that he had never seen a pair of breasts as fine as what he was looking at right then.  They were large, and well-rounded, and slightly tan – not nearly as dark as the rest of her body.  He looked at the tag on the bikini top, and it read ’36 D’ which he assumed was the size.  Then, he worked his way down her tanned, shapely stomach, and carefully parted her legs.  What he saw amazed him even more; he had heard about a ‘Brazilian’ but had never seen one up close!  She was perfectly hairless and smooth around the entrance to her vagina.  He took some more photos, and a short video, and then put the camera back down.

Ben watched Denise for a moment, as she lay there, asleep, breathing easily.  Then, he decided he needed to get a little hands-on, and see what her body felt like to his touch.  He started at her shoulders, worked down her arms, and then around and over her breasts, watching her nipples harden as he gently slid his fingers over them.  He marveled at how smooth and hairless her skin was, as he moved down her stomach and then up and down her legs.

He saved her lower lips for last.  As his fingers brushed over and around them, he was amazed at how much smoother Denise was than Teresa – he chuckled as he thought that if someone was blindfolded and could only feel what he was feeling, they might think she was a little girl, rather than a grown woman!  

Denise started to moan softly as he touched her, and it snapped Ben out of his reverie.  He realized that she was probably starting to wake up, and so he opened the container with the chloroform-soaked cloth.  He took it out and turned back to her, watching as her eyes started to flutter open a bit.

“Ben?” she mumbled.  “What the…I…ohh…” He started moving the cloth towards her face, watching her eyes widen.  “No…don’t…please…mmm!”  He clamped the cloth firmly over her nose and mouth, just as he had done many times before with Teresa.  Denise struggled, but the chemical soon overpowered her; her eyes fluttered a few times, and then closed again.  She was out, and this time it would last a while.

His experience told him that she would probably be out for at least an hour, maybe more.  He carefully rolled Denise over onto her side, enjoying the sight of her bare ass, before sticking the hypodermic needle with the mindwiping chemical into it.  Denise let out a tiny moan when the needle went in, and then went quiet again.

Now that he knew she would be out for a while, his fingers went back between her legs, gently caressing her folds.  Denise once again began to moan softly, but Ben knew, from his experience with Teresa, that the moans were subconscious ones.  As her labia opened, Ben leaned in closer and started to lick between them with his tongue.  Denise’s breathing got a bit faster, as her pussy became damp, and her moaning became more intense; her body began to involuntarily spasm, and she climaxed hard.  After a few more shudders, her body went completely still again.

“That never gets old,” Ben chuckled to himself.  The sun was beating down on them, and Ben realized that Denise probably needed some sunscreen.  She had brought a bottle out with her, which was sitting in the grass next to the chair; he picked it up and opened the lid.  He looked over her sleeping form, and then squeezed a generous amount on each of her breasts, on each arm and leg, just above her labia, and a little on each cheek.  Then, he took his time rubbing the suntan lotion all over her body, taking care to make sure every bit of her body was covered.  He had to turn her a bit each way to get her back and ass properly covered; and then he was finished.

Ben took a look at his watch, and watched her lay on her back for about twenty more minutes.  Then, he carefully flipped her over, and again checked his watch, letting her tan on that side for another twenty minutes.  At that point, he knew she would probably be waking up soon, and the clever Ben was going to cover all of his bases.  He carefully turned her back over once more, so she was laying on her back, her eyes still closed; and then, he quickly jumped into the pool, making sure to get his whole body wet.  

Ben climbed out of the pool, wrapped a towel around him, and then made sure to return all of the chemical and the syringe from where he had hidden them inside the house.  He walked back out to her side and quickly re-tied her bikini top and bottom back on her the same way they had been before.  He had just finished, and had re-wrapped himself in the towel, when she began to stir.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he chided her, as she opened her eyes and looked around.

“Oh my God, I must have dozed off?” Denise mumbled, as she sat up slowly.  “I am so sorry!”

Ben smiled.  The mind-wipe worked on her just like it did on Teresa.

“It’s okay,” Ben reassured her.  “I’ve just been swimming the whole time,” he lied, as he dried himself off a bit more and then hung the towel over the pool ladder.  He looked back at Denise; she had a rather sated expression on her face.  “You okay?” he asked her.

“Uh huh,” Denise replied.  “I had a rather nice dream, actually.” She reached down for her book.

“What was it about?” Ben asked.

Denise blushed a bit.  “You’re a little too young, sorry!”

Ben just grinned.  “I’m really very mature for my age.  I know what a sex dream is.”  He watched in delight, as she blushed even harder.  “You have that same look Teresa would have sometimes when she woke up after falling asleep on our couch.”

“Oh God,” Denise gasped, “I’m so embarrassed!  I promise that won’t happen again!”

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, you know,” Ben said with a slight smile.  “You’re a female, after all.  I’m getting hungry – make me a nice lunch and we can forget all about it, ok?”

“Umm, yeah, sure,” she answered, looking a bit relieved.  She got up from her chair, and pulled her shirt and shorts back on before heading back into the house.  Ben followed her, thinking that this was going to be an amazing summer after all…