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Family Care, 4th ed.
Family Care, 4th ed.
Family Care, 4th ed.
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Family Care, 4th ed.

Автор Jessa Callaver

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A family of attorneys. Three rowdy kids. A chance to earn some extra money before leaving for college. A curious girl with a family eager to teach her a thing or two. What's the most that could happen? When 18-year-old Josie agreed to sacrifice her last high school spring break to babysit for the Sharps' she could have never foreseen the result. The Sharps are the new shiny successful family in town...with a hidden secret. Drawn into a cold and chaotic house, an even chillier marriage and a family in dire need of her care Josie soon realizes she's bitten off more than she can chew. Will she be willing to learn what this family has to teach?

ИздательJessa Callaver
Дата выпуска20 апр. 2011 г.
Family Care, 4th ed.
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Jessa Callaver

Jessa Callaver is a novice American fiction writer. She has published four erotic short stories, and is currently in work on a number of projects including a contemporary romance novel - her first.The guiding influence behind her work has been the question 'what if?' After that, all bets are off and fantasy reigns supreme. You will no doubt find smart wistful female protagonists in her books; women in different stages of life, of different dispositions and design, women seeking answers both within and without. And, being a woman of curious disposition herself, you should expect nothing short of a bumpy ride.Her work is available online at Barnes & Noble, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, Diesel, Apple and Sony e-bookstores.Connect with her on Goodreads, Facebook and on her website, where you can sign up to her mailing list (jessacallaver.wix.com/jessacallaver#!contact/c1kcz) for updates on her newest releases!**Now available on Smashwords and Kindle, "Dara's Decision," the sequel to the sexy flash fiction short, "The Very Thought of Him"!!! And to celebrate the new release the original title is now free at all e-outlets (excepting Amazon Kindle) for the next two weeks. Pick up your copy of both today!

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    Family Care, 4th ed. - Jessa Callaver

    Family Care

    An Erotic Short Novelette

    by Jessa Callaver

    Copyright by Jessa Callaver 2014

    Smashwords Fourth Edition

    Book Cover Image: Copyright Yuri Arcurs | Dreamstime.com

    Title: Married young couple during the act of sex at home

    Description: Intimate young couple indulging in sexual intercourse


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    The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The models featured on the cover of this e-book are in no way associated with the story’s characters.


    This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    About the Author

    Connect with Me

    Other Books by Jessa Callaver

    Family Care

    Chapter 1

    No problem, Mrs. S. Josie propped her cell phone between her shoulder and left ear, pouring hot water onto her oatmeal. I’ve already okayed it with the folks, and should be able to stay the full two weeks starting Saturday. I can’t wait to see the kids!

    Josie smiled as the call ended, settling the kettle back on the stove, and grabbing a spoon from the kitchen drawer. She placed her phone and bowl onto the table and plopped down into a chair to eat her oatmeal. Breakfast of champions. She laughed.

    She’d need the strength in the days to come.

    Everything was set, the i’s firmly dotted and t’s crossed. She’d start on her overflowing laundry basket tonight, pack her bag and what not tomorrow, and be ready-to-go on Saturday.

    There would be a lot to do in the days ahead, but she was ready. She was eighteen, after all. Kiddy appearance and freckles aside, an adult – sort of. She could handle this. More than that, it would serve her well doing something useful during her two weeks off; prepare her for the tough transition into college. And anyway, spring break was overrated. The high school variety in particular.

    Her friends loved to harp about how much she’d be missing out on. But really, what exactly was there to miss? Sneaking into bars with fake IDs, beer-bonging until dawn, bodyshotting with raunchy frat boys from Jackass State...


    Josie shook her head, laughing to herself around a mouthful of hot cereal.

    As far as she knew she would be young for at least a few more years, and the domestic reserve of North-American frat boys wasn’t exactly depleting. There would plenty of good times to go around – plenty of time to be reckless and irresponsible – later on. Once she was older, and more importantly had secured her way to and through college.

    And if Josie were being honest, she was actually looking forward to the alternative. To her version of a good time, even if she would (technically) be working: babysitting three boisterous kids for two weeks, and earning some sorely needed scratch. Not what your average eighteen-year-old would call fun, but for all her repeated attempts, she had years ago come to the conclusion that she wasn’t meant to be like every other kid her age.

    At a gangling five-foot-ten (and one-quarter) with curly, pressing-comb-resistant hair, orange freckles, and a sci-fantasy fetish, Josie didn’t exactly fall into the category of wet ‘n wild spring-breaker-friendly. The words soccer dork came more readily to mind, complete with an inordinate amount of skinned shins, piles of permanently mud-speckled socks under her belt and dog-eared volumes strewn across every spare bit of carpet in her room. Corrective lenses freshman year had rid her of her childhood glasses, easing the dork label. Little had Josie known that the next year she was destined to be divested from the other feature as well. A basic maneuver, a hard awkward tumble, a torn ligament in her leg. And suddenly both Josie’s hopes of an athletic scholarship and affordable ride through college had gone the way of her Wendy Thomas resemblance. It was surreal.

    Her parents would help with tuition but it wouldn’t be enough. So, at fifteen, while still mourning her dream of soccer paving her way to higher learning, Josie said goodbye to her social life, and went to work. Her folks had objected but Josie had been insistent. Their family life had been comfortable. She’d grown up in a nice house in a safe neighborhood, never wanting for much. It was time for her to step up, she’d told herself. With her parents stretched too thin, it was the least she could do – build up her college fund to the best of her teenaged abilities.

    The start had been slow. A few failed attempts at flipping burgers at local fast food joints. A stint at THE GAP dealing with self-important sales girls. Only at her mother’s suggestion had Josie tried babysitting. A last resort. And four years and dozens of families later, she couldn’t imagine herself doing anything else. She’d taken to it like a fish to water. So much so that within a few months of her first assignment, Josie had started rethinking her plans to study sports therapy, and began researching child care and development coursework. A decision she’d only shared with a handful of people (her parents not included).

    But first she had to make it to college.

    Rising, Josie walked to the sink and placed her empty bowl inside, whistling to herself.

    That had been two years ago. After sending out a half a dozen applications, she’d miraculously been accepted to the school of her second choice. The child education program was one of the best in the country, and the coursework renowned for its hands-on approach and real world exposure.

    Thankfully she’d also qualified for college loans. They, along with her parents’ help and the money she’d earned over the years, would cover most of her tuition, but she still needed money for other basic living expenses. Meals, pens, notebooks, course texts, occasional J.C. Andrijeski book splurges… Start-off cash. The babysitting money from these two weeks would go squarely toward those costs. Once she was in school, she would find a job (or two) to pay for the rest.

    Returning to the table, Josie flipped her textbook open, releasing a hard sigh that fluttered the curls of her bangs along her forehead as she settled back into her chair.

    Girls gone wild spring breaks? No thanks. Leave them to the cheap-thrill trust-funders. A content ‘girl gone mild’ would suit her just fit. Next stop, university!

    Josie grinned.

    But first, la Casa de Sharps.


    It was hard to believe it had only been a year. Twelve months since Josie had been tapped as the Sharps’ go-to child wrangler – a few months after the family’s arrival in town. And it all began with a bright green flyer.

    Josie had been on her way to Calculus. As she exited the front office a new post the job board, the words, parents seeking babysitter for three spirited children under ten, in large pink and white letters caught her eye. The ad had beckoned to her. She’d been meaning to investigate it that morning but when her bus had arrived late, she’d been forced to all but run to her first class so she wouldn’t be locked out.

    The family she’d been sitting for had recently laid her off. Something about an elder relative who’d be moving in and ‘rendering her presence unnecessary.’ Likely. Two boys with an overly strict, overprotective mother and raging pre-teen and teen hormones was an even more likely reason. One she was frankly happy to let win out after weeks of ogles and ‘accidental’ brushes with her butt and breasts from Todd and Brian Tayler whenever she let her guard down.

    She had saved up about $150 in the past two months, but would need two times that to make her goal before the summer.

    So that morning, balancing her half full book bag under one arm, her Calculus book under the other, she’d jotted the number at the bottom of the poster down on the back of her hand. An interview at the family’s spacious new home (located around the block from her own) had been set up for the next day after school and ended with her staying for dinner.

    The rest was history.

    Glancing up at the oven clock, Josie gasped, her knee connecting with the table leg and nearly spilling her untouched O.J. Shit!

    She gathered her books and papers off the kitchen table in a hurry, shoving them into her backpack along with her phone, then tossed her juice into her empty bowl.

    Ten after seven already. Thanks to her memory-lane musings, she was about to miss her bus.

    Josie wiped the crumbs from her breakfast into her hand, and emptied them into the waste basket. Grabbing her things, she headed for the door, slamming it behind her as she exited and cutting across the dew-covered lawn in the direction of the bus corner. She heaved her bag onto her back, her thoughts returning to her first days with the Sharps as she made her way across the street.

    The Sharp family consisted of three children: Ben, Delia, and Seth (nine, six and eight, respectively). Or as Josie liked to think of them, the cutest ‘stairsteppers’ a babysitter could ask for – a moniker she made up both because the kids were so very close in age, and because the brood forever seemed to be on either the ascent or descent of the stairs in their home when she arrived. Her first encounter with them had been rough. Discouraging, really. Their introduction cool and distant, the looks they’d given her filled with distrust and wariness. In truth, the three had all but ignored Josie for the first few days she’d come to sit for them, following her orders but never speaking to her directly or making eye contact.

    Not exactly encouraging, but Josie had expected as much. Strange new home, strange new town, strange new girl telling you what to do. Any kid would revolt.

    But after a trying couple of weeks – not quite at the level of Maria Von Trapp, but close enough to where Josie kept her belongings close at all times to avoid something creepy and/or crawly finding its way inside her bag – they had warmed to her. In time, the entire family had. Warmed to and welcomed Josie as a family member; opened their home to her. Birthdays, dinners, holidays…offering car rides when her parents were too busy to take her to an event. With her they had shared their milestones and happy moments. And she’d returned their kindness by helping the new family in town acclimate to their new surroundings. Kept them abreast of family-friendly goings-on, told them about places she thought the kids might like to visit. Places she’d loved when she was their age. All of it giving her the chance to spend more time getting to know them, to establish a real bond with the children in a way she hadn’t with any of the other families she’d sat for.

    In their time together, she read to the children, often times from books from her shelves. She took time to explain things, no matter how long or elaborate the trail of questions. She played music for them, stuff she liked, and found kid-friendly websites and activities for them to do when they were bored; made sure the three had plenty of time to run around and get dirty as all kids should. And in return, the trio drew to her: sought her approval on school projects, on the themes of their drawings, spoke to her about their classes and what they wanted to do when they were older, and even, on occasion, confided their and their siblings’ secrets. Apparently, according to Delia, Seth had a secret girlfriend and Ben was keeping a stray cat that he’d come across while playing tag near the big oak tree next to the seesaw. Of course when Josie had asked the two boys about their respective treasures, they’d both denied it – taking turns scowling at their smiling baby sister.

    Josie was happy to let them keep their secrets. She felt it helped them trust her. And Celia and Evan couldn’t have been more kind and complimentary about her sitting skills, which only endeared her to them all the more.

    It was such odd serendipity how they’d found each other. Almost like kismet, if Josie believed in such things. Her looking for a new family and them the new family in town. The right place, the right time, a well-placed poster. And they’d clicked. Josie had been their saving grace, they’d told her. Someone they could depend on, could place their faith in, and who cared enough to look after their children as if they were her own. And unlike most of her other families, over the space of a year, theirs became a bond Josie hoped would endure past their need for her babysitting services.

    She hoped.

    Chapter 2

    Celia and Evan Sharp were more than the parents of three energetic young children. Truth be told, they just happened to be the resident new power couple in the neighborhood. In the time Josie had spent in their home, she’d picked up enough bits and pieces to make that conclusion first hand. As their ‘sitter on call,’ she’d received more than a few last-minute ‘sitting requests when the couple’s presence was requested at some important affair or banquet. On a few occasions, one or both had arrived home holding an award or two.

    Barely over thirty, Evan and Celia were successful attorneys at medium-sized, regionally-celebrated firms in the downtown Kensworth area. From what Josie picked up during snippets of conversation, the two had married straight out of college, started their family soon after, and were now making quick steps up their respective ladders of success.

    Both were very much in-demand at the firms where they worked. Words Josie had heard spoken by Mrs. Sharp herself. Because mostly it was Mrs. Sharp who used such expressions – in-demand, on their way up, and the like. Just as it had evidently been her decision to relocate. ‘Moving out and moving up,’ she’d once joked.

    Not that Mr. Sharp didn’t appear to exhibit equal parts workaholic and young legal star on the rise himself. But when it came to unbridled ambition, it was pretty clear that Mrs. Sharp led the band. Josie couldn’t count how many times she’d arrived to find the couple, dressed to the nines and preparing to rush out the door, while Mrs. S encouraged her husband to use so-and-so or such-and-such as a ‘network opportunity’ – him nodding in acquiescence.

    A power couple. Smart, beautiful and hardworking with three gorgeous kids. The perfect family.

    Except for that one…thing. A tiny blemish on their otherwise radiant complexion. A tension. A tacit disconnect in their interactions that Josie had noticed in her years as sitter. And one that had occurred often enough to let her know not everything was as it seemed on the outside.

    One rather ugly incident a month ago in particular had stayed with her.

    It had been a Wednesday night a year ago. Josie’s cell had rung around 9:30 pm, a frantic Celia Sharp

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