Babysitter First Aid Training

Gizelle Blanco and Demi Hawks want to level up as babysitters. Their plan is simple: snag some first-aid tips from Gizelle's stepmom, Serene Siren, an actual RN. Serene agrees, pulling Gizelle in to be the dummy. The second Serene’s mouth seals over Gizelle’s to teach compressions, electricity shoots between them. Demi clocks the heat right away, cheeks flaming, suddenly dialing her charm up to flirty instead of playing it cool. Serene feels the shift too. One hand stays on Gizelle’s sternum, the other drifts toward Demi, skimming thighs under the pretense of positioning. Next comes choking rescue, fingers circling throats, bellies brushing hips. Every new move brings more contact—fingers under ribs, palms sliding down spines—until the whole demonstration drips with heat no certification card ever prepared them for. Shirts inch up, laughter gets hoarse, and after one last breathless Heimlich squeeze that ends in a moan instead of counts, Serene drops the pretense. She kicks the practice dummy aside, three pairs of eyes meeting, all smirking, all deciding class is over. They’ll take that break together, right now, and the first aid that follows won’t involve any mannequins.