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As soon as the door closed behind the babysitting Julie, there was an odd charge in the air. Peter felt it like a jolt through his body. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but he knew it was related to the babysitter. He was supposed to go to his room and do his homework, but he lingered near the staircase, trying to listen in on Julie’s conversation with his parents.

It wasn’t that he was particularly interested in what the babysitter had to say, he just wanted to prolong her presence in his house. It was as simple as that. Julie was a mature school student, with a curvy body and long hair that fell down her back. She wore tight jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her breasts. She wasn’t a supermodel, but to Peter’s thirteen-year-old eyes, she was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

He knew it was wrong to think that way about his babysitter, an older woman who was paid to watch him and his little sister. But the more he tried not to think about her, the more focused he became on her presence. He waited nervously for his parents to say goodnight and head out for their date night, giving him a chance to watch television with his sister and Julie. His sister fell asleep in front of the TV, while Peter watched Julie laugh at some late-night comedy show.

Peter couldn’t help but stare at Julie’s curves as she leaned forward to grab the remote control that had fallen on the floor. Her boobs pressed snugly against the fabric of her shirt, sending waves of longing through his thirteen years old body. He turned away, hoping she hadn’t noticed, but when he looked back at her, he could see a smile on her face. She had caught him staring.

They spent the rest of the evening discussing movies and music, both of which Peter had little interest in. He just wanted her to keep talking, to keep smiling, to keep looking at him the way she was doing. He felt warm inside, as though he was under some sort of spell. It wasn’t until she stood up to say that it was getting late, that Peter realized that he had a full-blown erection in his pants.

He tried to hide it, squirming awkwardly on the couch, hoping she wouldn’t notice. But she did. She looked down at his crotch, then back at his face, then down again. A look of curiosity crossed her features, and then she said, “Looks like someone needs to go to bed.”

Peter blushed hotly, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. He mumbled something about having to finish his homework, then bolted up the stairs as fast as he could. He lay in bed for hours, thinking about Julie and the way she had looked at him. He wanted her so bad that it hurt.

The next few days went by in a blur. Peter kept his distance from Julie as much as feasible, trying to avoid her gaze. But it was a difficult task, given that she was watching over him and his sister. He caught himself sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking, studying the curves of her body, imagining what it would be like to touch her.

One afternoon, when Julie was helping Peter with his History homework, the storm outside grew particularly strong. The sound of the raging storm sent shivers through Peter’s body, making him feel cold and scared. Without thinking, he snuggled up to Julie, hugging her tightly around the waist.

It was so difficult to hold back the moan that threatened to escape from Julie’s lips. She was acutely aware of the bulge in Peter’s pants, pressing firmly against her backside. She broke away from the embrace, turned around to face him, kneeling between his thighs. Her face was flushed with arousal, eyes dark with desire.

“Peter,” she whispered, “you’re old enough to know what you want. Do you want me?”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He shook with excitement, his heart beating wildly. He felt like he was floating, as if suspended in a dream, not sure if he was imagining this. He nodded, unable to speak.

Julie smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him. It was a kiss that was full of passion, a kiss that didn’t hold back. Peter felt himself melting under her touch, lost in a world of desires and temptations. She pulled him to his feet, and he followed her blindly, thirsty for more, totally under her spell.

They went up to his bedroom and locked the door, leaving his little sister downstairs, asleep on the sofa. The thunder roared outside, as though cheering them on. Peter felt like he was in a movie, like he was living an impossible fantasy. But it was real, and the reality was glorious.

Julie undressed slowly and sensually, revealing her naked body inch by inch. Peter watched her with awe, his eyes devouring every curve and contour, every swell and dip of her flesh. She was a masterpiece, a forbidden masterpiece, and he was eager to pay any cost to be with her.

They went to bed together, and their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion. It was as if they’d been waiting for this moment all their lives, as if their bodies knew exactly what they wanted. The storm outside raged on as they explored each other’s bodies, lost in pleasure and ecstasy.

When it was all over, they lay together, spent and content. Peter knew that what they had done was wrong, that it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But at the same time, he didn’t care. He felt like he had discovered something precious, something that was worth every risk and every temptation. He was under the babysitter’s spell, and he knew that he would never be the same again.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, and the next morning, when his parents returned, Peter couldn’t meet their eyes. He felt like he had betrayed them, even though they would never know what had happened. He didn’t know what to do or how to act, but Julie was there, holding his hand, guiding him through the confusion.

She paid special attention to him in the days that followed, giving him little gifts and tokens of her affection. Peter felt like he was the most special person in the world, and he knew that it was all because of Julie. He knew that what they had shared was taboo, something that was never supposed to happen. But at the same time, he didn’t care. He was happy, he was alive, and he was under the babysitter’s spell.
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