Your Ticklish Babysitting Story (And Other POV Tickle Stories)

Being A Ticklish Babysitter (MF**/M Reader)

You need the money.

That's all that goes through your mind as you walk up the neighbor's driveway.

You need the money and this should be easy enough.

You try to rationalize your trepidation away by objective observation.

Like, it's not like it's anything bad.

Admittedly, it is a little odd for a young man to answer the call for a babysitter, but the Scotts were family friends.

Anthony was your father's old college roommate and Brittany takes pilates with your mother.

Or something like that.

You don't really recall how, but you know the couples know each other well.

You remember going over to the Scott's place much more when you were younger.

You played in their pool, swung on their swings, and even got you first splinter climbing their tree.

You look to the tree as you walk up their driveway, past their Lexus and Vet.

You know that it's grown since you were little, but it still looked so much bigger back then.

You don't know why you're so nervous.

It's a modest job with a family that you trust.

You know the kids fairly well.

Since growing up, you've still spent time over there, getting to know them as you had with the parents.

Darren is the younger of the two.

Growing up with him, he was really into a wide array of video games.

You had spent many hours playing games like Counter-Strike Online, Minecraft, Halo: Reach, and several others, sharing what you knew.

He seemed to enjoy that and would evidently always ask when you'd come back to play more.

Anna is the older child at around eleven or twelve.

You had not connected with her as much, but she was never the distant type.

Cordial and kind, Anna usually just kept to herself.

Still, a dreadful awkwardness comes over you as you know you'll soon assume the role of 'babysitter' for the two.

You don't know why Anna can't just watch over them both while the parents are out.

Maybe the parents really don't trust her.

Or maybe they're just trying to do something nice for you, formulating this excuse to give you money without just giving you money.

And with college coming up, you really do need the money.

Regardless, it is slightly embarrassing, but you shake it off as you get closer to the house.

You walk up to the front door.

You see a wooden sign that says welcome with a bunny wearing a wide, cartoon smile.

Several potted plants sit out where the sun can reach them.

You catch your reflection in their glass porch door separating you from the front door.

You take a moment to fix your hair and straighten out your shirt.

You had dressed modestly for the job.

You know these aren't your professional goals, by any means, but the couple is offering you the job, so you figured you'd look relatively nice.