Unusual Suspects

[TeenFan]

Unusual Suspects
Part One.


Greta, sitting in a swing at the playground, watches the three kids she is babysitting. The two younger ones are on a seesaw. The older one in her charge sits nearby, reading a book. Several boys are playing in the playground area, and a couple older girls. There are no adults in the area, as the boys are around ten years old and don't need up close supervision. These boys are all trying to be the one who can last the longest on the merry-go-round. Two girls who look to be around twelve, look at a phone with a timer going. These girls time the boys on the merry go round, while looking at the boys like they are nuts. Girls don't go round and round on a merry go round till they throw up. Only stupid boys do that.

Greta isn't old enough yet for a regular job. One has to be sixteen to get a crappy job at a fast-food restaurant. She earns some spending money by watching the three Minelli kids. Minnie is nine, Mia is ten, and there is twelve year old Mineo. Mineo can't supervise his younger siblings. He's in a wheelchair. Mr. and Mrs. Minelli have a catering company. They do birthdays and weddings and sometimes a bar mitzvah. Saturdays and Sundays Greta watches over the Minelli kids, all day from 10am to 6pm.

It's around noon. Greta will let the kids play for another fifteen minutes or so, then she'll get them home. It takes ten minutes or so to push Mineo's
wheelchair down the street to the apartment building, then wait for the elevator, which can take several more minutes. After making their lunch, probably sandwiches, she will let the kids watch tv and Greta can catch up on her social media stuff. Just another lazy Saturday in Maple Heights. Maybe Greta will delay making lunch. Perhaps she will wheel Mineo up a walkway past a grove of trees, to a small duck pond. The two girls, Minnie and Mia, like to play hide and seek in the small grove. The cluster of trees is between the playground and the pond.

Greta looks over at Mineo, sitting in the wheelchair. "What book are you reading today?"

"I'm reading 'The Lightning Thief'. It's about Greek heroes and gods in the modern world."

"Never read that one. I read the Harry Potter books when I was your age, but I didn't make it till the end. I saw all the movies, and I though --"

The lazy Saturday's peace and quiet is disrupted by screams. The two girls by the merry-go-round have gotten up and are looking toward the
grove of trees. Greta looks that direction. There is a naked guy. It looks to Greta like it's an older boy rather than a man, running toward the playground. It's hard to tell, as there is a ski mask over the naked figure's head, a black ski mask. The masked naked guy runs toward the girls by the merry-go-round. The two girls run. Minnie and Mia, at the seesaw, see the approaching figure and they hop off the seesaw. Minnie and Mia
run toward their brother in the wheelchair.

The naked guy is coming close fast, and Greta can see that he's got an erection. His dick is banging up against his body but not going all the way down as he runs. Yes, he's got a full floppy hardon. Greta notices the naked guy is wearing some kind of running shoes. The three boys on the
merry-go-round are trying to sit up and see what's going on, see what got the girls so scared. The boys see the naked figure approaching and they
tumble off the merry-go-round. The three boys can barely stand. They run away and fall down and get up. Falling down and getting up, the three
boys run away.

Greta can't run. She has to protect the kids, but how can she do that? How does she fend off a crazy naked pervert? Minnie and Mia have reached their brother and have grabbed hold of either side of him. Greta gets out of the swing. She runs over to the three Minelli kids just as the naked
guy reaches them. Mia, the ten year old, is trying to push the wheelchair but the wheels have the brakes on. The wheelchair isn't going anywhere, not till the little levers on both sides are adjusted to allow the wheels to roll. Greta grabs hold of little Minnie and wraps her arms around the girl.
The naked guy stops, just a few feet away. His eyes behind the ski mask look wild and excited. His arms are spread wide, and his penis sways up and down in front of his terrified audience.

"What do you want?" Greta shouts toward the naked guy.

His response is to grab his dick. They guy starts jerking his already fully erected dick, his hand making a blur he strokes it so fast.

"What's he doing?" Mia says.

"No dude. That's so sick." Mineo says to the 'sicko', and the sicko boy grins, and Greta sees the guy has braces on his teeth. It must be a boy and
not a man. Men don't have braces. Lots of teenage boys do. A teenage boy? He's tall, but slender. Not a lot of muscle. No tattoos. The boy's pubic hair is dark and bushy above his dick, but the total amount of hair suggests a teenage boy rather than a full-grown man. His legs and the
rest of the body is smooth.

"Go away," Mia says and she jumps into her brother's arms. Mineo wraps his arms around his sister.

The naked guys says "Wooooo" and his cums. He shoots a long way. He stands a few feet away from the huddled and frightened cluster of kids
gathered around the wheelchair, but his shot is so long it lands on Mia's leg. Mia looks down at the splotch of white goo on her pant leg. She screams and runs away.

"Don't run," Greta shouts after her, afraid the crazy naked guy will chase her down. Mia runs toward the pond. The naked guy turns and looks at her running off. He turns back toward Greta and the remaining kids, and he grins again. The naked guy then runs after Mia.

"No," Greta yells, and she starts running after the masked figure.

The masked guy makes a detour and runs back into the grove of trees. Greta loses sight of him. Greta continues running after Mia, and she is
starting to catch up to the younger girl. Mia, running by the edge of the pond, falls into the water. She starts splashing and screaming, but the
water is only waist deep on her. Greta jumps in and pulls Mia out. Mia is safe, but the DNA evidence on her pant leg is now ruined, washed off.

Greta gets the kids home and she calls the parents. The parents call the police. The police put into the files another playground incident of a
masked naked teenager terrorizing the neighborhood playgrounds. Turns out Greta gives the best description of the serial flasher, having gotten
a good up-close look at him.

A week later, the police have rounded up a group of teenage boys, who have been observed hanging around the local playgrounds. The
police want to bring Greta down to the station. They want Greta to help them identify the suspect.

[coolcurt86]

let me guess Naked lineup for Greta.

[TeenFan]

Oh I don't know about a naked lineup. Maybe the boy will wear the same shoes, and have a black ski mask tucked into his pocket.

[Frank89]

Fun story. I'm pretty sure I know where it is going, but I don't want to speculate. If we happen to have the same idea in mind, I would only ruin it with speculations.

[TeenFan]

Unusual Suspects
Part Two.


Greta got picked up at her house by a squad car. She got to ride in the back and pretend she was a criminal who had just gotten picked up on one
of those COPS shows. At the station Greta is taken to a Lieutenant's office, a woman Lieutenant. LT. Hopewell and two detectives want to let her know how the lineup will take place. First, they have some questions for her.

"That was a traumatizing event you had last week. Are you sure you will be able to do this?" the Lieutenant asks her.

"No problem. I want to bust this asshole," Greta says.

Next, one of the detectives has a question. "You said the sexual assailant looked like a boy, probably fifteen or around there. You have experience with seeing boys' dicks? This info sheet here, made during your first testimony, says you have no brothers."

Gretas has experience, but she's not going to tell the detective. She's not going to tell him she could pick out several boys' dicks out of a photo lineup. Some penises she could easily identify, like Mineo's, the twelve year old boy she babysits on the weekends.

Mrs. Minelli was very firm about her instructions for the babysitter: what to feed the kids, when to feed the kids, what to let them watch on tv, and
all the kids are to have a bath before the parents get home. Mrs. Minelli wants to be able to take them to dinner, bring them home and send them to bed, and not mess with cleaning up a messy bathroom after bath time. Greta will do that. Mrs. Minelli had extra instructions concerning Mineo.

"His butt gets quite filthy and stinky, sitting on his ass in a wheelchair all day. Make sure his butt is washed thoroughly."

MIneo was in the room when these instructions were given out. The look on the boy's face was so sad, it was heartbreaking. That first day of
babysitting the three Minelli kids was a couple months ago. First Greta got the two girls, Minnie and Mia, into the bath. Mineo actually came into
the bathroom to help. Minnie and Mia had no problems being naked in front of their big brother. Mineo washed their backs. But when it was time
for Mineo to get his clothes off and get into the bath, he was extremely shy. He could get on and off the toilet on his own, but he couldn't get into
and out of the bathtub himself. Greta could see how shy he was, and she made sure Minnie and Mia are out of the bathroom.

It took a bit of coordinating and pre-planning to get Mineo's body from the wheelchair to the bathtub, since his legs were of no help and limp legs
get in the way of doing things. Mineo can't cover himself up while doing the transfer. He has to use his arms, and this leaves him unable to shield
his crotch from other people's eyes. Greta was impressed with how much muscle the boy had in his upper arms and shoulders. Couldn't help but
notice how thin and weak, how fragile his legs looked. The first time Greta bathed Mineo, the boy wouldn't look at her face. He kept his turned
away, looking at the wall. Having to roll himself over and let someone else run a washcloth up and down his butt crack, well, the boy looked helpless, hopeless and emasculated.

By the third time of giving Mineo a bath, Greta decided she needs to make a change in tactics. She must forget she's a babysitter and think of
Mineo as a boy. She will give a boy what a boy needs, even when the boy might not know what he wants. The second weekend of watching the
Minelli kids, Greta changed how she bathed Mineo. Instead of letting Mineo wash his arms and chest himself using a washcloth, and only assisting
with the harder to reach areas of the legs and butt, Greta takes the washcloth away. She soaps her hand, and she places it on Mineo's chest, her
hand on bare skin. Mineo stops his staring at the bathtub wall, looks Greta in the eyes.

"I bet you can do more pullups than any other boy in your school," Greta says, and Mineo smiles. It's the first time he's smiled at her.

Greta washes Mineo's chest, arms, and back. Next, it's time to do the bottom half. Greta starts with playtime. Mineo may be twelve years old, but
Greta acts as if he is younger, and she tickles the boy's tummy. "Are you ticklish, Mineo? Big boys like you don't laugh when tickled by a girl."

Greta places her hand again on Mineo's stomach, right above the waterline. She slides her hand down into the water. She can hear Mineo's breath
draw in when she wraps her hand around his dick, and the boy instantly gets hard. Greta is happy to know the boy's penis works just fine.

"I detect a lot of dirt on your dick. I must get this clean. I'm going to clean you until you tell me when to stop," and Greta reaches lower to grab
hold of the boy's balls. Mineo pushes his bottom up off the tub, lifting up using his arms, so Greta can reach all the way under as she massages his
balls. "Mineo, you're the most filthy boy I've ever seen," Greta says, looking the boy in the eyes, and Mineo laughs. It's the first time Greta heard
the boy laugh, and it's so sweet to hear.

Mineo settles his butt back down and Greta goes back to underwater stroking on his dick. Will something happen? Is the boy old enough to cum?
The dick feels big enough in her hand. A minute later a shiver, a slight muscle convulsion goes through Mineo's body. Greta can see the boy's chest
muscles tighten. He starts panting and he closes his eyes. Greta looks at the water. If something came out, she can't see it. She didn't feel anything either, except for the tightening and stiffening down there. Mineo is doing deep breaths.

"Okay, you can stop now." Mineo says.

"Are you sure. Are you clean enough?"

"Yes, I'm sure. And you can scrub my nasty ass now," and Mineo laughs, and Greta laughs. He's so cute when he's laughing. Mineo kept laughing
all the way through his butt scrubbing. His forlorn, pouty look is gone. Mineo's a new boy. To keep up the playfulness, Greta tickles Mineo's feet
when she washes his legs.

Mineo is still beaming when his parents come home. Mineo's father notices the change.

"Has Greta been treating you good, son?"

"Yes father. She...she's great, makes excellent sandwiches."

"I'm glad you like her," Mr. Minelli says, and he winks a 'knowing' wink at his son. To Greta he says, "Keep doing what you are doing," and he slips
her an extra five-dollar bill.

Over the next month, Mineo gets more comfortable, and easy going. He's not shy about his body as much. He takes off his clothes in the bathroom,
when it's time for Minnie and Mia to take their bath, sits in the wheelchair naked and ready for his turn in the water. Once the two girls stayed and
they helped wash their brother, but there wasn't any "extra washing on the boy's dirty bits" during that bath. Instead, Greta dries Mineo off and
doesn't get him dressed. She wheels him to his bedroom and gets him on the bed. "Sometimes, an athlete needs a good rubdown," and Greta
gives Mineo an extra good rubdown from his chest all the way down to his feet, with extra attention on any place that felt too tense. Mineo's dick isn't that big, maybe five inches, but it gets super hard, and he does cum, mostly just a clear liquid.

"You have experience with boy's dicks?" the detective at the station asked her, and Greta wants to shout out "YES. I jerk off the boy I babysit all
the time". But Greta can't tell the detective that, and anyway, there are more examples popping to her memory she could tell the officer about. Actually, more examples she will not tell the detective about.