The babysitter, a young, hot thing, arrives, her eyes widening at the sight of me, a young teen, shirtless and smirking. I can see the hesitation in her eyes, but also the spark of interest. I lean in, my voice low, "You're not like the other babysitters, are you?" She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing. I take that as a yes, my hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. She gasps, her body stiffening, but she doesn't pull away. I can see the war in her eyes, the struggle between what she knows she should do and what she wants. I lean in, my lips brushing against hers, and she gives in, her body melting into mine, her hands exploring my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I grin, knowing I've won.