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6/12/2025, 3:22:30 PM
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>More and more awkward minutes of silence go on, with you feeling your sprouting curiosity growing more and more impatient as you begin to glance over at Candy's soft boobies barely stuffing her black tank top more frequently.
>In this moment of pure loss to your unfortunate situation, you've been exposed to something entirely new and unfiltered by your usual worries.
>And it's making you weirdly glad to be injured and stuck here with your babysitter Candy.
>Her soft, vibrant locks of hair fall onto those smooth bare shoulders in just the right way.
>It is now just about 9:30 PM.
>The flash of lightning is now getting frequent outside the window, loyally followed by equally frequent thunder.
>Heavy rain pelts the roof, probably loudly enough to keep your brothers up at this point.
>The cable connection starts to dwindle slightly as the dim lights of the living room and kitchen begin to flicker.
>All of this makes you feel chained to Candy's presence even more than you feel chained to this couch by your minor injury.
>You don't know if you like it or not.
>The soft bump of Candy's hip against yours after you start sitting upright again makes you fantasize about... cuddling with her?
>This can't be... you're not supposed to want something like that!
>You're the evil villain the babysitters all fear having to deal with!
>Hell, you even practiced your evil laugh in your room earlier today and everything, and now you're in no mood or position to use it?!
>But there'd be nothing more cozy than snuggling up to this babysitter on a dark and stormy nigh- DON'T THINK THAT!
>The cable connection is only faltering more and more as the minutes go on; the rain outside is really giving the satellite dish on the roof a proper beating like it does every year around this time.
>After finally giving up on trying to find any channel at all to watch, Candy decides to stretch while lounging on the couch with the boy she's babysitting right next to her.
>The inability for her clingy black tank top to stay at her belt line combined with the swell of her soft chest taking up more surface area of that fabric forces the bottom of Candy's black tank top to ride up her midriff as she stretches her arms up.
>More and more awkward minutes of silence go on, with you feeling your sprouting curiosity growing more and more impatient as you begin to glance over at Candy's soft boobies barely stuffing her black tank top more frequently.
>In this moment of pure loss to your unfortunate situation, you've been exposed to something entirely new and unfiltered by your usual worries.
>And it's making you weirdly glad to be injured and stuck here with your babysitter Candy.
>Her soft, vibrant locks of hair fall onto those smooth bare shoulders in just the right way.
>It is now just about 9:30 PM.
>The flash of lightning is now getting frequent outside the window, loyally followed by equally frequent thunder.
>Heavy rain pelts the roof, probably loudly enough to keep your brothers up at this point.
>The cable connection starts to dwindle slightly as the dim lights of the living room and kitchen begin to flicker.
>All of this makes you feel chained to Candy's presence even more than you feel chained to this couch by your minor injury.
>You don't know if you like it or not.
>The soft bump of Candy's hip against yours after you start sitting upright again makes you fantasize about... cuddling with her?
>This can't be... you're not supposed to want something like that!
>You're the evil villain the babysitters all fear having to deal with!
>Hell, you even practiced your evil laugh in your room earlier today and everything, and now you're in no mood or position to use it?!
>But there'd be nothing more cozy than snuggling up to this babysitter on a dark and stormy nigh- DON'T THINK THAT!
>The cable connection is only faltering more and more as the minutes go on; the rain outside is really giving the satellite dish on the roof a proper beating like it does every year around this time.
>After finally giving up on trying to find any channel at all to watch, Candy decides to stretch while lounging on the couch with the boy she's babysitting right next to her.
>The inability for her clingy black tank top to stay at her belt line combined with the swell of her soft chest taking up more surface area of that fabric forces the bottom of Candy's black tank top to ride up her midriff as she stretches her arms up.
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