Rainy Day Babysitter [Futa X Male]

WARNING: This story contains shotacon (a boy age 4), futa on male, and is softcore. If any of these things are not to your liking then I suggest you please leave.

As a preface there are two terms anyone not familiar with the fantastic and lovable Kaori may not be familiar with, the terms used for futanari parents:

Mirri: The 'mare' of the relationship. Is often more feminine with larger breasts, hips, and a smaller penis and testicles. Many mares are also sometimes impotent, their cum unable to impregnate other futanari or women.

Mum: The 'stud' of the relationship. Often displays smaller feminine qualities with smaller breasts and a more fit or toned body, but has much larger cock and larger and more virile balls.

Exceptions are just as common as the rule, however.

For more info about this particular type of Futa, go to this lovely writer's thread!

Meteorological Family Fun Night Chapter One

Rainy Day Babysitter

Rain gently pitter-pattered outside, a soft tattoo beat filling the cozy little home. Jennifer closed her eyes, letting the soft sound fill her sense for a moment. Deciding that was incredibly boring, she reach for the remote and flicked on the TV, instead settling on the sound of cartoons over the sound of the rain. She stretched out on the plush couch she was lying on, sprawling out and resting on her stomach, head propped up on a pillow. Her short brown hair spilled out around her head and her green eyes watched cartoons on the screen sleepily. She kicked her thigh-high sock clad legs in the air. Further up her round bubble-butt was clad only in clingy pink panties. A long white t-shirt that fell to her thighs gave her a sense of modesty. Not that she needed to be all that modest, she was alone in the house after all. Not counting her little brother, but he was napping so he didn't count.

Thinking too soon, she heard the sound of her brother's door open and the sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor. Soon he stepped into her field of vision; a bleary-eyed little boy, barely tall enough to reach her chest, and clothed only in one of her t-shirts as pajamas, looking more like a robe on his little body. Unceremoniously he dropped onto the ground in front of the couch, lying sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if sleeping. Jennifer arched an eyebrow, but decided not to question it and went back to her cartoons. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got the best of her.

“You ok, Rich?” She asked sweetly, reaching down to brush aside his matching shade of brown hair. All things considered, she thought, they looked pretty similar, with him looking like a mini version of her, especially when they were both wearing little else other than long t-shirts.

“'M sleepy.” Rich mumbled, turning his head to nuzzle her hand as she stro