Hi. My name's Aaron Silversten, and when I say I have a story to tell, I’m not kidding. You see, when I was in high school, my friend Jarod had this younger sister. Well, she's still his younger sister, only she's not so young anymore. Allow me to explain.

When first I knew Allison, she was fourteen when I was eighteen, but boy, even then, she had a killer body, and sure as hell flaunted it enough around me. Now, four years later, she just turned eighteen, and I’m twenty two. The importance of this, of course, is that it’s the summer of her eighteenth year, and I just graduated from college. As to how this involves babysitting, as the title indicates, well, my parents had me early in life, and then waited until I was thirteen to have another kid – thus, my brother Jonah was born. Fast forward five more years (I’m eighteen by this point, and Jonah is five, for all you math geniuses out there), they had my sister, Carah.

Well, back in the present, I just got home from college, and would just love to baby sit my four year old sister, and my nine year old brother and I have a cool relationship, so it’s fun hanging out with him too, despite his ADHD tendencies. However, my parents have had a bad experience with my brand of “babysitting” - when I was sixteen, Jarod and a couple of other friends were over playing D&D (dungeons and dragons, in layman’s terms), and I accidentally let my three year old brother ride down the road naked on his tricycle. So much for my babysitting career.

Anyway, this actually had its benefits, as it would turn out, though I hardly knew it at the time. I was hanging out at Jarod’s parent’s house, when his mother mentioned that Allison could probably co-baby sit for my siblings, she knew better than to volunteer Jarod, since he hates anything with an overly large amount of germs and daylight (quintessential d&d nerd). Well, with the premise set, on to the juicy parts.

Well, I jumped on the opportunity (not literally, of course, though I probably could have, I was so aroused at the thought of having Allison hanging out in my house all summer...with her short shorts, even shorter skirts…BIKINIS... okay, now my mouth is watering), and told their mom that if it was okay with Alli, as was her nickname, it was alright with me. My parents already knew her parents, mainly through my link with their son, who does not play a particularly important part in this tale, and they were okay with the whole thing. So, the following week, Allison started work for us as a babysitter.