My Last Night as a Babysitter

This is my last night at the Harrington's. The kids are already asleep, and I'm laying on the couch, waiting for the parents to return from their date night. Jack, the kids oldest brother came home a couple of minutes ago, after a long shift on the local coffee shop. 

He usually gets into bed when he arrives, so he won't do anything if the kids wake up. Still, my heart skips a beat every time I see him, and my panties melt when he flirts with me. 

"Peyton," Jack sits next to me on the couch, pulling my feet to his lap. 

I look, surprised, as he starts caressing my right foot, moving up my leg slowly. 

"Aren't you tired?" I ask, wondering why didn't he go to bed, as always. 

He shrugs. "I realized that today is your last day at our place, and there's something in my mind, ever since I first saw you. I couldn't waste my last chance."

Before I can ask what he's talking about, he leans closer to me, taking my lips with his. I moan, and his tongue slips between my lips, dancing with mine.