You chose Emma. Your parents knew her from their work. Your parents owned a clothing store and Emma, who is studying fashion works in the weekends in the shop.
You hadn't seen here and had no idea who Emma was, but your parents advised you to pick her. So you did, not that you care.
Three days later is was time. Your parents were about to go to the airport, but awaited Emma to make sure she is coming.
"There she is!" Your dad said smiling. "I am sorry, I am a little late no?" Emma said. "Oh don't worry, we have still time." Your mom said. "Come on in." Your mom continued. "So this is Michael, he can be a little iritating, you now puberty and all that sort of stuff." Your mom said jokingly. "Oh I can manage a puber." Emma said while looking at you and winked.
This was the first time you two saw eachother. You gulped when you first saw her. She was so beatifull. A long brunette, with long hair wearing a high rise jeans with an orange woolly sweater and white sneakers. This was perfect, such a beatifull girl the whole weekend around your house.
Your parents quickly explained everything and left. Emma's task was to make food and to make sure you behave well. With Emma as your babysit you are going to behave perfect you thougt.
Because you were in your puberty it didn't took your mind long to wonder how her feet would look like.
For your entire life you had have a foot fetish, but now because of puberty it became worse. Constantly thinking about feet and wanking off on them. With Emma here it would be impossible not to think about feet.
Nonetheless Emma didn't take her sneakers off just yet. She first looked around analyzing your house a little. "Nice house, very nice actually." She said. You lived in an above avarage house with a pool and large rooms and that sort of stuff. You even had a jacuzzi in your garage. "Uhuh." You said shortly. Emma then walked towards you. You were laying on one of your chouches. She sat herself on one of the other couches and crossed her legs. She then looked at you and said: "So who are you Michael?" You sat yourself upright so you could properly chat with her. "Euh, I am Michael I am almost 13 years old and I play basketball." You said. "Haha, is that everything you have to say about yourself?" Emma said laughing at your short discription. "Euhm Yes?" You said slightly laughing aswell. "Haha okay then Michael!" Emma replied. "And euh, who are you Emma?" You asked her shy. "Oh good you already know my name." Emma said suprised. "I am Emma. I am 21 years old and study fashion. I love eating all sorts of pasta, my favorite color is blue and I like going out. Oh and btw I secretaly like basketball aswell" Emma said. You looked at her, but couldn't figure out a passing reply so you just akwardly sat there.
"Haha, no need to be shy Michael. I am very cool you know." She said teasing you a little. "So lets play some basketball then?" Emma suggested suddenly. You definitly did not expect that. "Euhm okay sure." You replied.
You two went outside in your big garden that had a little concrete place where you and your dad always played basket. Emma picked u a baksetball and said: "So ready? I am not that good tho." You on the other hand were quite alright.
You two played for almost an hour before getting to tired. Emma wasn't bad actually. Her lenght definitly had an advantage over yours. "Youre not that bad Emma." You said giving her a compliment. "Not thaaatt bad he?" She replied with a grin on her face. "Okay you scored some nice shots." You said giving Emma the compliment she wanted. "Ah that's better!" She said with a smile while walking back to the house.
Once inside you took of your shoes (secretaly hoping Emma would do the same). Oh yes tou thougt as Emma was unlacing her laces and slipped her both feet out of her white sneakers revealing a light gray ankle sock.
It was already becoming dark outside so Emma started making dinner. You on the other hand laid on the couch and played some video games.
"Hey could you help me making dinner?" Emma said from the kitchen. You had never helped your parents before. You are a little spoiled in that regard, but for Emma you would maybe make a change?
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