The phone rang, as she had expected, at noon. The Klines were leaving for a couple of days and they had asked her to stay at and take care of their house and to keep an eye on their fifteen year old, adopted son, Kevin. He was old enough to stay by himself, but they felt better knowing that someone was there with him. Brandi had eagerly accepted the invitation because she needed the money for college. She started next fall and had been earning as much as she could during her senior year.

Kevin's sister, Paula, who was seventeen hadn't wanted the responsibility of looking out for her brother. Paula and Brandi had been best friends for three years so Paula's parents knew that Brandi could be trusted.

Brandi answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi, Brandi," said the voice of Mr. Kline. "You can come over now. We're ready to leave."

"I'll be right there. 'Bye," she replied and hung up the phone.

She arrived at their house in five minutes. Trying to decide what she would do for evening entertainment while she was keeping an eye on the house was something she had not considered. Kevin was usually asleep by ten. That meant that he would be out of Brandi's way relatively early, but also that he would not be a source of activity for her either.

Paula was another matter. She would more than likely stay out late. She was a popular girl and very attractive. She had matured early into a young woman that was average in height, but well endowed with a slim, curvaceous figure and slightly large, firm tits. She never had to worry about dates, though lately she had been seeing one boy, Chad, regularly. Her shoulder length, blonde hair and blue eyes were added bonuses to her already beautiful attributes.

Brandi reached the door of the Klines' house just as they were leaving. They gave her the keys to the house and told everyone goodbye.