The Babysitter, Part 52

As usual, it was obvious that Noelle didn’t trust me.

The only thing she had left for me to wear below the waist was pull-ups. I guess having the skirt in the privacy of the bathroom would have given me the option to go commando if I really didn’t want to wear the padded underwear. In her eyes, this was probably the simplest way to verify that I had put them on. Better that than pulling up my skirt to check; though she had given me a bottomless spanking yesterday, Noelle had also shown on several occasions that she would respect my privacy when possible.

Tempted as I was to just put on one pull-up, Miley’s babysitter had already seen what two layers looked like on me. That, and what was I supposed to do with the other one? Hiding it under the sink wouldn’t get me very far. I also didn’t want her to get on my case for taking too long, as the sound of the shower stopping would have been obvious through the door. Reluctantly stepping into the second pull-up, blushing all over again at the bulk between my thighs, I made short work of putting on the training bra and tank top.

I wasn’t particularly into fashion, though it was still painful to see how the pink of the babyish underwear clashed with the blue of the top. Especially since nothing I had on was even mine.

Noelle was going to see me like this either way. Peeking into the bedroom and trying to hide the pull-ups would make me look immature and self conscious about this whole thing. The latter was very much the case, but still. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out into my bedroom. I was well aware that owning the fact that I ‘needed’ pull-ups was potentially just as bad. It just felt like the better call compared to the other approach.

“Wearing both?” she asked. Sitting on my now made bed, which she must have taken care of when I was in the shower, she held up my skirt, “Come here, Miley. You may finish getting dressed once I confirm you have the appropriate protection.”

Like I suspected. No trust.

Doing my best to keep a straight face, as any attitude or hesitation risked making me look even more like the difficult teenager she believed me to be, I walked over and hooked my fingers underneath the first layer to show her that I was wearing both.

As impossible as Noelle was to deal with as a babysitter who had the wrong girl, she at least didn’t take any joy in my situation. Paige was the one living it up this weekend; if my step-sister was the one in charge, she would almost certainly find a way to make it so I had to walk around in nothing but the pull-ups I was stuck in. Not Noelle. The brunette sitting before me offered me the skirt once she saw that I was otherwise dressed appropriately.

I still wasn’t used to moving about in the padding. Even something as simple as stepping into a casual summer skirt made me keenly aware of what I had on, and how I’d much prefer to be in panties like I was used to wearing. Obviously this was better than the soaked pull-ups I had been wearing before my shower, though it’s not like I was going to have another accident. That was all Ruby!

Once I was dressed, Noelle gestured to the hallway door. “Your schoolwork is downstairs, Miley,” she said, “Before you do anything else with your sister today, you need to complete at least two more assignments.”

There was so much I wanted to say. Was I seriously about to start working on the real Miley’s summer work when she was right there? And that was on top of the amusement Paige and her friends would have at seeing this continue after this latest twist.

At the same time, I wasn’t entirely opposed to doing homework. So far, everything that had directly involved Paige had turned out badly for me. There was very little she could do while I was busy with whatever assignments I was given, especially if Noelle was sitting around and supervising me all the while. This was very quickly turning into my own personal game of survival. My plan involving one of our next door neighbors was so weak, and I was starting to think that maybe keeping my head down and staying out of trouble was better than any more active ideas. Noelle was only here for the weekend, and would be leaving on Monday morning. That just meant a day and a half of behaving and waiting out the clock, rather than making things worse for myself along the way. Then, after Miley’s babysitter was gone, I could march down to her house and make sure nothing like this ever happened again. I also planned on getting Paige in trouble for this, although that would be more difficult. Our parents were away for the summer, and it would be a lot of she said/she said about an experience that would be embarrassing to explain after the fact.

For now, I was just going to tackle Miley’s schoolwork. That would be the perfect setting to think more about my plan of ‘do nothing,’ as I could mentally multitask while working on assignments that were more busywork than critical thinking. At least, for a girl who had just aced three AP classes before graduation. I was more than capable of re-learning material from years ago.

Paige and Miley were both smirking in their own subtle ways when Noelle and I came back downstairs, just not when Noelle was looking. Their looks were for me, and I definitely noticed. Violet and Annika were still in the living room as well. The group of girls extended the same invite as before, but Noelle was quick to echo what she had just told me.

A couple of them feigned disappointment; Paige pointed out that I wouldn’t have summer assignments if I had just put in the effort last semester. Which I DID. So much more time and energy than she or the real Miley dedicated to their academic endeavors. Ultimately, none of them pushed, no doubt because the whole group was amused by the thought of me spending my afternoon doing homework as if I had failed the kinds of classes that anyone with a pulse could have gotten a C in by just attending somewhat regularly.

Opting for History this time, as that really would be a matter of opening the textbook and finding the right answer for each question, I settled in with Noelle at the kitchen table and tried not to fidget too much in response to the embarrassing padding that was both underneath me and keeping my thighs from naturally closing. Like at breakfast, I also was constantly vigilant about my posture in terms of making sure my skirt was thoroughly covering the pink layers.

It was actually somewhat cathartic to simply flip through pages to find the appropriate name/date, and I wasn’t really trying to be efficient. The more I thought about it, the more it felt like killing time was the best play. There was just one problem . . . as I started working on the second page of the packet Noelle had given me, it dawned on me that Paige had somehow snuck into my room last night. She had almost certainly given me a sleeping pill, too; there was no way I would have slept through her shaving me down there. As for the bedwetting, I still wasn’t sure if that was due to me sleeping through my bathroom needs, or more sabotage on my sister’s part.

Regardless, maybe I could convince Noelle for better arrangements tonight? I would just have to do so in a way that didn’t make me seem suspicious. As I continued to work on Miley’s History assignment, I started wracking my brain for reasons why a girl wouldn’t want to sleep in her own bedroom. My first instinct was some iteration of a sleepover, which was just stupid; that would only give Paige /more/ access to me.

When I was about halfway through the third page in front of me, the redhead whose behavior triggered this series of events stepped into the kitchen. “Hey, Noelle?”

“Yes, Alyssa?” Noelle asked.

I slightly started at my own name, only to frown as I realized I wasn’t the one being addressed. The identity swap was even more difficult to stomach when I had no idea what the girl was even doing here.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Miley said, “Paige said it was okay to get everyone some soft drinks?”

Noelle nodded, “That’s fine. As long as her parents are okay with those kinds of drinks in the bedroom.”

After affirming as much, Miley opened the fridge and began looking for whatever requests the other three had made. Once Noelle was focused on her laptop again, Miley glanced my way with a wicked smile, and blew me a kiss.

Then, she spoke up again. “Oh. Noelle? One more thing.”