[CaM] Chapter 1 - Babysitting

„Thank you very much to look after Laila." Mrs. Karen Oldfield squeaked and patted the hand of the teenager. She was a white mouse, just like her daughter, just that her tail was not decorated with a black tip like her daughters.

"Don't worry about it, Aunt Karen." The handsome, young black panther replied. He was a looker with his pitch-black fur from head to toe, only interrupted from his red shirt and the blue jeans. Arthom Pareato was 16 years old and even though he was not related to the Oldfields, which would have been odd with them being mice and his family being panthers, he always had called them uncle and aunt.

His father, Antonio Pareato, and John Oldfield had been best buddies since elementary school and when they each found their girlfriends in highschool, they continued their friendship and their wives, Maria Pareato and Karen Oldfield, also knew each other before already and were best friends.

"When will you be back?" the young girl asked, looking up to her mother. While Mrs. Oldfield stood just two heads smaller than Arthom, which was normal with her being a mouse, her 8 years old daughter Laila barely reached up to the hips of the boy. "On Sunday, dear!" said John, who came to get the last bags to carry them to the taxi. He bent down to place a kiss on the forehead of the little girl. "You will have Arthom all for yourself for 2 full days!" all adults smiled at the sparkling in the deep blue eyes of the mouse girl. She had the same blue eyes that her father, a big mouse with a brown coat, had. Her mother on the other hand had green eyes.

"And next week, we will all spend some time at the ocean, okay?" Maria Pareato asked the girl and then placed a kiss on the cheek of Arthom, who was not fast enough to defend himself from it. He hated it, when his mother kissed him. He was 16 after all and not a little kid. It just was not cool to be kissed by his mother.

"I would not mind if it was just us two." The girls giggled and Antonio Pareato grinned. "She is very attached to you, my son." He whispered, when he gave him a short hug and padded his back.

Arthom just padded his father on the back once and then let go. Even though he did not mind looking after the little girl, he had to admit that he had plans for the next week. They had a one-week vacation from school, and he wanted to go to the pool and maybe finally find a girlfriend. But at least they were going to the beach. The only thing he had to figure out was, how to get some time without Laila, because he was sure that he would not find any hot panther girl while he was running around with the mouse.

He did like the girl, but at times it was exhausting to have her follow him everywhere. He was a boy in the middle of his puberty after all and his thoughts about girls changed in the last year, when the hormones got the better of him.

Unfortunately, no other girl ever got attached to him like Laila. Part of it was because he was shy and never dared to make the first move. From his statue, he was a boy the girls would swarm over. Muscular from playing football and practicing karate. A spotless black coat that often was decorated with colorful shirts and a cool cap between his ears and as a feline species, his movements were delicate and flourish.

There were two panther girls in his school, but one already had a boyfriend and the other was one of the schools most wanted girls and Arthon did not find his courage to approach her yet. But even around other girls, the boy always had felt very nervous and often ticked them off with being silent and not talking much or tippling back and forth from one paw to another.

Laila always had clung to him wherever she could. Because their families had always been close, also because they were neighbors as well, he had played with her a lot and they grew up like siblings. Laila always had been proud about her big brother and he had to admit that it had been cute how she cheered for him at the football match or the karate tournament.

As a younger boy, he had always felt proud to have a cute little sister and he protected her when she got into trouble.

She adored him and one time, when she was three and he 11, she told him that she would marry him and that he was her husband. Both kids did not really understand what it meant and Arthom promised her, that he would make her his bride when they were adults.

Sure enough, like most boys, he forgot all about this promise by now. His head was not filled by dreams and childish fantasies about being married and boyfriend or girlfriend, but with hormone driven thoughts about a real love relationship.

Even though he would never tell his mother, the only panther of the family, that did not have black eyes, but brown ones, about the magazines and videos that he hid in his room, he had quite a collection by now and only his father once walked in to him eyeing the open magazine without his pants and stimulating his privates with his hands.

Arthom had been very embarrassed, but his father had been cool. He just said that it would be great to be young again and that Arthom was just like his father and left the room. The teenager looked up to his father and they had a great relationship.

The taxi finally pulled off and Arthom waved one last time, befor he turned around and stepped through the door.

"What do you want to have for dinner?" he asked, and the girl jumped and squeaked: "Pizza!"

Arthom had to grin looking down at the cute mouse. Her big ears flapped a bit back and forth and her nose winced excited. "Pizza it is!" he confirmed it and picked up the phone to dial the number of the delivery service. He knew that Laila loved the "Four Cheese" pizza and he ordered a steak and cheese pizza for himself.

They always ordered pizza when they had an evening alone. Not only because they liked pizza, but also because Arthom was not very fond of cooking and there were not that many delivery services around here that had food that Laila liked.

"Can I stay up late today?" the girl asked, when he put the phone down. She looked at him with her big blue eyes and this begging gaze, that always melted him.

"Sure, we got the house for us and there is no school tomorrow, so why not stay up as long as we want?" he responded, even though deep inside he wished that she would go to bed early, because he did not find any time to play with himself this day and he felt a bit pent up.

They started with some game of Uno until they pizza came and then had their dinner. Even though Arthom was sure, that Cola was bad for the girl so late in the evening, he could not avoid her cute look and allowed her to drink one glass of Cola and sure enough, she was nowhere close to being tired after the meal.

"You should take a bath and get ready for bed." Arthom told Laila when they put the pizza box into the trash. "But I am not tired!" the girl complaint. Arthom sighed.

"I know, I just said you should get ready, so that you can get into bed when you feel tired. I didn't mean that you should go right after the bath." The girl giggled and hugged him.

"Hey, Arthom!" she came back into the living room a few minutes later. He could hear the water running into the bathtub. "Wonna join me in the bath like we used to?" she asked him.

Arthom started to cough, because he was just drinking some Coke, when the naked girl stepped in. Laila never had any shame around him, and he knew that she liked running around butt naked, but it still caught him off-guard.

"Aren't you a bit too old for that?" he asked, leaving open what exactly he meant. He noticed that, for the first time, he was actively scanning the naked body of the girl. His thoughts had already moved to the activity he had planned, when she hopped into the warm water.

"What a bummer!" the girl complaint and came a bit closer. "Common, we haven't taken a bath together for years now." She sure behaved like a little sister, but when Arthom looked at her naked chest and belly, and saw the small dugs through her white fur, he felt himself getting a bit aroused.

"Not today, okay?" he quickly replied, feeling how his dick slowly puked against his pants from the inside. He did not know what was going on and why he suddenly felt aroused by the little girl. She was just his almost sister Laila and a mouse on top of it.

But when she groaned and turned around to run out of the room and to the bath, he follower every of her movements.

He looked at her cute little butt, the swinging tail with the brown tip and her else spotless white body. She was only 8, far too young for his target group and on top of it she was a mouse. Alone from her size she looked much younger than 8 compared to cats of the same age.

When Arthom heard her splash with the water, he got back to his senses and noticed that he was drooling. Embarrassed, he cleaned up the drool and ran up to his room. He could hear the humming and splashing of Laila, because the bath was just a few doors down from his room and he quickly closed his door, because he felt painfully tight.

In record time, he got rid of his pants and underwear and threw himself on the bed. He knew that he did not have much time. He picked up one of his magazines and started to glide his soft hand along his hard member.

His barbs already were hard and poked out. Arthom was happy, that anthros did not have the full spec of their feral counterparts. His barbs were not as spiky and thorny as a real cat, but more like hard nubs that were very sensitive, when he closed his hand around the tip and stroke it.

With his other hand, he browsed through the pictures on the magazine, when he suddenly stopped and looked at the picture, while his member started to throb and he erupted, faster than he had ever done before.

The picture showed a gray mouse without clothes on all fours, with her tail high up in the air, showing off her private parts and looking over her shoulder with demanding eyes.

It took a few minutes for Arthom to calm down from his climax and only then he realized which picture had given him the edge.

He groaned and threw the magazine off his bed. He noticed, that unconsciously, he had imagined the naked Laila when he looked at the picture. Sure, the mouse in the picture was adult and therefore much older than Arthom, but she had been a mouse and somehow, the picture mixed with his memories of her naked body just a few minutes ago.

"No!" he whispered to himself and hurried to get his paper towels from the bed stand to clean up. "I am just stressed and pent up." He excused what happened to himself and picked up the magazine to put it back into the drawer.

He felt a bit relieved, but also quite confused. How could it have happened, that he subconsciously lusted after the little girl. She was not even the right age group, let alone the right species.

He quickly got dressed again and went for the rest room to wash his hands. He also splashed some cold water into his face to get his senses back together.

"It is just my hormones talking to me, because I got no girlfriend." He explained to himself. "It has nothing to do with her. It is just, that I felt super frustrated and finally was able to relieve myself." His thoughts about the girl, that still hummed and splashed in the bath, made himself purr, until he noticed that he was drooling again and having her picture in front of his inner eyes.

Arthom ripped himself out of the thoughts and went downstairs to wash the dishes. It could be a problem, if he did not get this image out of his head. He had to watch her for the rest of the weekend after all.

Arthom wondered, if it was normal for boys his age to have thoughts off girls they knew while masturbating in their head.

Like with girls, he also did not communicate much with boys and even though he heard some of them talking about girls in the pool or during sports, he could not remember any of them saying, that they imagined their sister while rubbing one out.

He did not have time to follow this thought, because Laila entered the kitchen a few minutes later. Arthom had not noticed, that the splashing upstairs stopped, because he had been so in thoughts.

"You should put on your pajama!" he said, when he saw her running around naked again. The scent of the shampoo waved around him.

"Okay!" the girl replied. She was such a cutie and did all he asked her and rarely complaint. "Can we watch some movie?" she asked and Arthom took a minute to notice that she asked a question. He realized that he had marveled in looking at the naked mouse for too long and felt a bit embarrassed.

"Sure, whatever you want, sweety." He said, overplaying his slightly wavering voice. He was just happy, that he did not pitch a tent in front of the girl.

He did not enjoy the movie, Bambie, as much as the girl. She cuddles up with him on his lap and was totally in the story of the little deer, that she did not notice how Arthom struggled to keep his attention on the movie instead of the girl in his lap.

The scent of her shampoo, the warm touch of her hands on his arms, which he crossed in front of her chest to hold her tight in his embrace and the cute squeaking, when there was a very exciting part of the movie all made it hard for Arthom to fight against his arousal.

They had sat together like that a lot of times already, but it had never been this hard for Arthom. He still had the picture of her naked inside his mind and the memory of his alone time just an hour ago.

He fought hard to prevent himself from getting a boner, because he did not want the girl to notice it. With her being snuggled tight on his lap, she sure would notice, when it poked her from below.

Arthom was just happy, that he did not change into his pajamas yet, but still wore his jeans. It made him feel painfully constricted, but at least it was less likely, that she would notice his half-grown penis under her but and her squirming did not stimulate it that strongly.

Despite all the energy the girl had before taking the bath, she got tired quite fast during the movie and Arthom as well felt himself getting drowsy. When the movie was over, the girl slept on his lap and he felt too tired as well to carry her up to the guest room.

He just pushed the switch of the controller for the TV and pulled a blanked, that lay next to them on the couch, over them, before he lay down on the side, taking the girl in his arms with him, and put his head on the arm rest of the couch.

It did not take more than a few minutes in the dark and silent room, listening to the steady breath of the girl and the silent tapping of the rain against the shutters, and with the flowery scent of her shampoo, until Arthom also fell asleep.

He had a smile on his face and his arms in a tight embrace around Laila, not thinking about the thoughts that tormented him the whole evening. He faded away into a dream that featured the panther girls from his school, the mouse of his magazine and Laila, running around naked.