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The Babysitter by Raven

If you find sexual activity with a minor offensive, stop reading this
NOW. If you find the concept of adultery offensive, stop reading this
NOW. If you didn't understand either of the last two sentences, stop
reading this NOW.  However, if adultery and statutory rape don't
bother you, read on, by all means....

Reproduce this file if you feel like it - just don't change it. If you
think it should be changed, talk to me. Maybe I'll like your idea. But
please don't alter my words without my express permission, and leave
this notice attached.

--Raven ate06@aol.com
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"Man, am I drunk," the man with the long blonde hair said as he
stumbled up the steps to the kitchen. Then, looking up at Mia, the
babysitter, "Is Joey asleep?" 

"Yeah," she said, eyeing the bottle of Coors in his hand. "He went to
bed at about midnight... Is Jeff coming in?" Jeff was Mia's sister's
fiancé.

"Should be.... I'm fucking hungry." He opened the refrigerator door.
"Is there anything to eat in here? I'm starving..."

Mia grinned. He looked so fucking  gorgeous when he was drunk. And
when he was sober, for that matter. But when he was drunk he grinned a
lot. The grin was unbelievable. "Not a damn thing, Brady.... You guys
ate the last of the chips, and Amy left the last TV dinner for Joey
today. So you're shit out of luck." (Amy was Brady's wife, and Joey
was her son, whom Mia was babysitting) She had maneuvered herself to
where she was standing right beside him looking into the fridge. Damn,
no more Pepsi. "Can you hand me a Sprite, please..."

Brady grabbed a Sprite, and another Coors, and shut the door. In the
process of doing this, he almost fell forward, but caught himself on
Mia. Not that she minded.... She'd had her eye on Brady for the past
two months. She didn't expect her imaginings to be realized - after
all, he was married, she was the babysitter, and he was 11 years
older. But hey, a girl could dream, right? And dream Mia did....

3 Saturdays previous-

Brady had been at Caroline's (Mia's sister) house one night watching
some stupid movie - not watching it, really.... Jeff had fallen asleep
on the couch, and Mia, Brady and Caroline were all sitting on the
floor talking, with the latter two doing most of the actual
conversing. Mia was 10 years Caroline's junior, so most people tended
to ignore her once they found out her age. 

Brady was surprised at how much older than her 15 years Mia seemed.
But she seemed kind of shy too, just sitting against the bookcase and
listening to the conversation. He made a few attempts to draw her into
the discussion, and managed to get her to say a few sentences, but
that was it. Finally, he just gave up trying to involve Mia, and
decided to have some more beer and let Caroline talk. 

The more he drank, the more open the conversation became, turning
inevitably to sex. Brady watched Mia listen intently as he described
the girl he lost his virginity to, and how the sex had went. He began
to get hard. Just then Caroline excused herself to use the restroom.
Brady rolled over onto his stomach at the same time Mia moved over to
make room for Caroline's gigantic Chocolate Lab who was turning in
circles preparing to lie down. 

Brady's hand landed squarely on the side of Mia's ass. 

She stiffened and looked at him, directly into those beautiful,
intense blue eyes. He didn't know whether he should proceed farther
with his hand, because she wasn't protesting, or remove it, because
she looked a little bit shocked. 

Before he had time to reach a decision, Caroline settled the question
for him by flushing to toilet. He removed the hand, and Mia managed to
tear her gaze away before Caroline walked back in with some sarcastic
comment about the movie.

In truth, Mia had been more than a little bit shocked at the feel of
Brady's hand on her ass. It had taken a moment for the realization
that, yes, Brady Reagan's hand was really on her ass. She knew it had
been an accident that it had landed there, but he hadn't taken it away
immediately, so that had to mean something. Didn't it? And that was
the question she spent two hours staring at the ceiling above her bed
ponder that evening after Brady left. Unfortunately, sleep came before
the answer did.

Back to the present-

Brady righted himself and smiled down at Mia. "Sorry... didn't mean to
land on you."

"That's okay." *God, he smells good,* she thought. Beer, cigarettes,
sweat and racetrack dust. But not overwhelmingly like any of those,
and not the ripe, nauseating sweat scent - a good type of sweat. Brady
looked like he was about to say something, but just then Jeff entered
the house, and Mia turned guiltily away, without knowing quite why she
felt guilty. Brady and Jeff began discussing that night's race, the
condition of the track, how the car was handling, and Mia took her
Sprite and went back to check on Joey. She didn't want him to wake up
to voices in the house and no one around to tell him who they were.
She had grown very attached to the adorable, incredibly intelligent
seven year old.

When she returned to the living room some 20 minutes later, Jeff and
Brady had decided to barbecue. Mia sat down by her sister, Caroline,
on the loveseat.  Caroline was flipping boredly through a Sears
catalogue while a movie with one of the Baldwin brothers played on the
television. "They're barbecuing? At almost one AM?" Mia asked
incredulously.

"Yeah," Caroline said, rolling her eyes. "I wish they would just hurry
the fuck up."

"Mmmm," Mia answered noncommittally. She would be getting a ride home
with Amy, who was supposed to be home around 1:30 (although Brady had
been saying all evening that she wouldn't be home until much later,
and Mia was rather inclined to agree with him). And whatever Baldwin
was on the screen had just taken his shirt off. She was pretty sure it
was Alec.

Brady came in and flopped down on his back on the couch, folding his
arms under the back of his head. "Damn, I'm tired...." He yawned and
closed his eyes.  Less than ten minutes later, he was asleep. 

Jeff finished grilling the burgers and brought them in. Mia was back
in the kitchen, getting another glass of Sprite. As she helped him
clean up the mess that he and Brady had made, he asked, "Are you going
to stay here until Amy gets home?"

"Yeah... I mean, I want someone to be here if Joey wakes up - Brady's
out for the night, and..." She let the sentence trail off. They both
knew that Brady wasn't exactly a great father. Truth be told, the way
he treated Joey (although Joey wasn't his child) was pretty shitty.

"Okay.... You're sure you'll be okay here alone?"

"Yes, Jeff. I'm here every day during the week - just me and Joey."
And now she'd have plenty to occupy her... another hour or two of
staring at Brady Reagan's gorgeous sleeping face. But she wasn't about
to tell Jeff that.

"You're sure? I mean-"

"I'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll call you guys, okay?"

"Alright...." He still looked reluctant to leave her there. Mia didn't
have to think very hard to figure out why. She knew Brady was fucking
a couple of girls, if not more. Jeff was aware of this too, and she
knew he was worried that Brady might try something.

"Jeff, he's asleep. Very, very asleep. I'll be fine," she assured him
again.

He went to tell Caroline he was ready to leave while Mia poured the
Sprite into her glass, watching the bubbles and fizz in the clear
liquid. She heard Jeff and Caroline's voices in the living room, but
not their words. Then Caroline stuck her head around the wall between
the kitchen and living room. "We're gonna leave now. You'll be okay?"
she asked, raising her eyebrows.

*What the fuck am I, a child? And I'm the fucking babysitter - I know
how to deal with things. Even if the "things" aren't of the scratches
and stomachaches variety. Or even the Fire Department/Police
Department variety,* she mused. *More the married male variety...*
Aloud, "Yeah, Sis, I'll be fine."

"You call us if anything goes wrong, okay?" Caroline gave Mia a
meaningful look. 

"Okay."

"Alright.... Bye!" 

"Bye, Sis!" Mia called as she walked down the hall to Joey's room. She
looked in. He was still asleep. She walked back through the dimly lit
house to the living room. Brady was just as passed out as he had been
the last time she looked. She stood gazing at him a moment, then sat
down on the floor with her back against the loveseat and tried to
watch the movie. 

No more than half an hour had passed before she began to notice just
how dimly lit the house was. And it was a fairly large house.... Not a
mansion by any means, but not small either. The place began to give
Mia the creeps. And it was cold. She decided against going around and
turning on all the lights for the simple fact that she didn't like
light, and she figured that would wake Joey up. So she scooted over to
the floor in front of the couch, near Brady's head. 

"Brady?" she called softly. "Brady?" She repeated his name at least a
dozen more times, slightly louder, but not loud enough for Joey to
hear. She gently shook one of his arms. He didn't stir. "Brady?" she
said, lightly stroking the side of his face with her finger. "Wake up.
Please?" He opened his eyes.

"What?" he said drowsily. "What's wrong?" He half sat, propping
himself up on his elbows. 

"I...um.... I was... The house started to give me the creeps, 'cause
it's so dark and it's so late, and I was alone... and..." Mia started
to feel very childish.

Brady gave a small grin. "Where's Caroline and Jeff?" he asked,
looking around.

"They left about twenty minutes ago."

"They left?" He looked confused. "I've been asleep?"

Mia giggled. "Yeah. Out like a light."

"Are the hamburgers done?"

"Yeah-"

"Oh, fuck it, I'm not even hungry now." He sat up fully and looked
down at her, smiling. "And you know you don't have to sit on the
floor...." The grin again... "I don't bite." He patted the couch
cushion next to him.

Mia, not really seeing any good reason to refuse - and not wanting to
refuse anyway - sat down on the place where his hand had been. Close
enough to be close to him, but also far enough away as not to look
like she was trying to fling herself at him. She smiled at Brady. "I
don't bite either... unless you want me too." She knew it was more
than a bit on the flirtatious side, but... 

"Do you want to bite me?" Brady asked, surprising Mia. She knew he was
teasing her. She decided to surprise him.

"Do you want me to bite you?" She stared straight into his eyes. 

He laughed softly. "A nibble's good... If you know what I mean...."

Mia smiled back. "Yeah. I know. My boyfriend's into biting."

"Oh really? That's... interesting." Brady chuckled. "This is turning
me on."

Mia ventured a glance at the crotch of his racing pants. Yeah, he was
turned on.

There were a couple minutes of silence, both of them staring at the
television screen without really watching the movie. Then Brady asked,
"Do you like to be bitten?"

"Yeah...." She decided to answer the next obvious question before he
could ask it. "On the neck."

Brady's eyes had taken on a glint that wasn't unfamiliar to Mia, and
he had turned to face her on the couch. "Do you want me to bite you?"
he asked, looking her in the eye.

Mia bit her tongue against the first thing that popped into her head -
"What?!"
 - and said instead, "Do you want to bite me?" using his own words.

"Do you want me to?" His eyes were still locked on hers. "I mean, it's
up to you...."

Almost not able to believe this was really happening, Mia took a deep
breath, brushed her hair off of the right side of her neck and turned
that side slightly toward him. Her gaze not wavering, she said, "Go
for it."

Brady leaned toward her and started to put an arm around her, then
asked, "I can't touch you anywhere else, though, right?"

She didn't have to think twice about that one. "Anywhere."

"Anywhere?" He actually looked surprised.

"Anywhere."

Immediately, one large, strong hand was caressing her breast through
her T-shirt, and his lips were on her neck where she had offered it to
him. The hand on her breast soon crept up beneath the shirt to tease
her nipple through her bra. Brady began to pull her shirt up, then
looked at her face as if asking permission. Mia grabbed the bottom of
the T-shirt and pulled it up above her breasts herself. He kissed and
suckled at her chest for a sweet eternity, the feeling exquisite to
Mia. She reached down between his legs to caress the not
inconsiderable bulge there. Brady moaned onto her breasts, the hot air
cascading over them. She never wanted this to end. Tipping her head
back, she glimpsed the clock. 1:15 AM. "Brady?" she said reluctantly.
"It's a quarter after one. Amy said she'd be home at one-thirty..."

Brady pulled himself away from her. "She won't be here at one-thirty,"
he said knowingly. 

"But, Brady.... I don't.... I don't want to risk her walking in with
us here on the couch like this..." Mia was slightly out of breath.

"We'd hear her coming." That was true. Amy made quite a bit of noise
upon entering anywhere, especially if she was drunk. And there was no
doubt that tonight she would be drunk.

"Still.... I mean, I like babysitting Joey, and I don't want to have
my ass beaten." Amy could be one tough bitch when she wanted to be.
Mia had only seen the aftermath of one bar brawl that Amy had been in,
but that had been quite enough. 

Mia got up from the couch and picked up her glass of Sprite from the
end table where she had set it before waking up Brady. She took a sip
and looked at him.  Still gorgeous. Still drunk. Still hard. Still
married. Not happily married, though.... He and Amy were planning on
getting a divorce... Mia looked at Brady again and made up her mind.

She set her drink down and knelt in front of Brady on the floor. "I
didn't know you were... like this," he said with a hint of amusement
in his voice. "You don't seem like the type...."

"The type of girl who fucks around with married men?" She laughed.
"I've done this before... I know you know about me and Jeff, Brady."

"Yeah...." Mia undid the fly of the red racing pants. "He said...."
She tugged his boxers down over his cock. "He... that... um..." Brady
didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because at that moment the
hot circle of Mia's lips enclosed the head of his throbbing cock. He
moaned and leaned his head against the back of the couch and began to
enjoy what he would later call one of the best cock-suckings he had
ever had. 

*Jesus, he even tastes good,* she thought. Clean, but not soapy...
Kind of sweet... Fresh. Mia slowly lowered her head down his shaft,
brushing her tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside, then
further down, building up an incredible suction. She did this ever so
slowly at first, then faster, then working on just the head, teasing
the tip of his penis with the tip of her tongue. At one point during
this, Brady said, "You're the babysitter...  You're the fucking
babysitter..." with a kind of wonder in his voice.

Mia tried to say, "So?," but it came out as something like "Thsoo?"
through a mouthful of hard, throbbing cock. 

Then, sometime later, "You're only 15 years old...." 

Mia didn't even bother to try answering.

She didn't know how long it had been since she started sucking, but
she was getting bored with it. It wasn't really her forte, and her jaw
was beginning to ache. Mia eased slowly back up the long, pulsing pole
in her throat, then let it go with a loud pop. Still kneeling, she
looked up at Brady's face. "You like?" she said in a little-girl
voice, widening her big blue-green eyes, and swiped at the tip of his
penis with her tongue, her eyes never leaving his. 

Brady graced her with an amazed grin. "You have no idea how quickly
that will sober a guy up..." Silence for a beat. 

"Earlier, Brady, you were talking about something Jeff said...." Mia
was a curious girl by nature.

"Yeah, well... Let's just say Jeff likes to talk."

"Okay, but what did he say?" She wasn't going to be satisfied with
generalities.

"You don't really like kissing," he began.

Mia wrinkled her nose. That was truth. In her opinion, kissing was one
of the strangest types of foreplay. Having someone else's germ-coated
tongue in her mouth didn't generally excite her. But there were those
select few people - two, to be exact - whose kisses could turn her on. 

"And I know.... He said that you don't... You don't do what you just
did very much... So I know I must be something at least a little
special, in your mind.... And he said you're tight as hell."

Mia laughed. Jeff wasn't the first person who had commented on that
particular attribute. And cocksucking... She wasn't sure why she
didn't do it more than she did. It wasn't that she didn't like the
taste of cum - in fact, she had developed quite a taste for it - or
that she wasn't good - she was. It was just that it never really gave
her the sense of accomplishment that sex - actual intercourse - did.
"Well, Jeff told the truth there.... Did he say anything else?"

"He said you love having your tits played with." Brady reached down
and began to fondle her small, perky breasts.

*True again,* she thought. Mia pulled off her shirt, throwing caution
to the wind. Slowly, teasingly she undid the clasp on her bra, letting
it fall to the ground. She didn't say a word.

Brady gently pinched her nipples - large for her small breasts - until
they became hard gumdrops topping the creamy mounds of her breasts. He
noticed the small red marks on them from their previous play. "Come
here," he said, gesturing for her to get on his lap. She did, offering
her pale breasts to his lips. He planted a light kiss on the nipple of
each, then leaned back and grinned widely. "So, little girl, what can
Santa get you for Christmas?" he said, bouncing Mia up and down on his
lap.

Mia laughed. Then, putting on her best little-girl act, complete with
the voice, the big eyes and the fidgeting and squirming, she said,
"Well, Santa.... I only want one thing.... I want you, Santa." She
ground her denim-covered cunt onto the swollen cock between her
thighs.

Brady chuckled. "You looked so fucking innocent.... Good thing it was
just an act, huh?" He took a nipple lightly in his teeth.

"Mmmm.... yeah," she managed. 

They fell back onto the couch again and stayed that way for quite some
time.  Brady kissed his way over her upper body inch by agonizing
inch, tracing paths of flame on her skin. He worked his way from her
lips to her neck to her breasts to her stomach, then, skipping over
the denim of her shorts, kissed her ultra-sensitive inner thighs. Then
he placed his lips over her cunt.  Startled, Mia opened her eyes.
Brady's fingers undid the button of her shorts.  "Brady, no."

"Sure... okay," he said, immediately drawing back from her. 

*Like I'm gonna cry rape or something,* Mia thought. She sighed
inwardly. She liked having oral sex performed on her, but she had to
know the guy a little better than this.... 

Brady sat up, removing her legs from over his shoulders. 

*I've blown my chance at him now,* she thought. *I should have let
him-*

"At least you'll let me do this, won't you?" Brady asked, holding up a
hand and wriggling the fingers. 

"Um....." It took a moment for the meaning of the gesture to sink in.
"Oh.  Yeah, sure..." Mia smiled. His fingers in her cunt. His long,
hopefully talented fingers....

"Then let me go wash my hands... They're kind of a mess." Brady
grinned ruefully, looking at his hands, dirty from the dirt of the
racetrack and the grease of his racecar.

The condition of his fingers didn't really matter to Mia, but she
decided against saying anything. Mia stood, turned toward the table
where her glass was and was suddenly caught up in Brady's strong
embrace. 

His lips were liquid fire on her neck. She felt the rock-hard
protrusion of his cock as he ground it against the small of her back.
A low throaty moan escaped her lips involuntarily. In her ear, she
heard his lust-thickened voice hissing, "I'm gonna finger-fuck you,
little girl. Like you've never been finger-fucked before. I want you
so bad. And you want me too, I know you do, baby...." His hands seemed
to be everywhere - her breasts, her ass, her stomach, tracing the line
of her jaw, between her legs, rubbing the denim of her shorts against
her sensitive clit. "Are you wearing any underwear, baby? I love it
when girls don't wear underwear..." Mia answered, "No...none...." She
loved the feel of him against her. Brady turned her around to face
him, crushing her much smaller body against his. Mia gasped at the
sheer feeling this caused. However melodramatic it might seem, she
felt as if she was on fire, each caress sending another flaming wave
of desire through her. 

Mia looked up (quite a ways up, seeing as he was 6'1" and she was
5'4") into Brady's incredibly vivid blue eyes. They smoldered with an
intense lust that she had read about a million times in her mother's
romance books and the stories she found on alt.sex.stories, but had
never actually experienced.  That, combined with the normal intensity
of his eyes, caused Mia to practically melt against him. 

Brady's hand roamed up her back from its place on her ass to tangle
itself in her long, dark hair. He tightened the hand into a fist and
roughly bent her head backwards. His lips pressed down on hers. All
coherent thought was lost to Mia at the intensity conveyed by that
kiss. She responded with absolute abandon. Brady finally raised his
head from hers. He stepped away from her and grinned. "I should wash
my hands now." He walked into the kitchen. Mia followed on shaky legs.

Mia leaned against the stove and watched Brady use the dish soap to
wash all the grime off his hands. She loved the way he looked in what
she thought of as his "race-day" outfit. The very, very tattered black
T-shirt and the red racing pants with a white stripe down the leg. It
was very... Brady. And that long blonde hair down the back of the
shirt... It was enough to make even a tough girl swoon. 

Brady dried his hands on his pants and turned to Mia. "God," he said
softly. "I am so hard for you..." The bulge in his pants and the heat
radiating from his eyes was evidence of this. "I want to fuck you so
bad..." He pressed her up against the stove.

Warning bells began to chime hesitantly in the back of Mia's mind.
"Um, Brady.... We can't fuck... I mean... I don't have any condoms,
I'm not on the Pill..."

Brady didn't really look disappointed. He planted another of his
spectacularly nerve-melting kisses squarely on her lips, silencing any
other protests. Mia felt fingers unzipping her shorts, then descending
lower. "You aren't wearing any panties," Brady said, surprise evident
in his voice.

"I told you I wasn't," Mia murmured as his fingers began exploring her
most intimate of places. Her earlier hopes that Brady would be skilled
with his fingers - as so many men weren't - were realized. He gently
rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, making her shudder
and moan loudly into his shoulder. She reached down between Brady's
legs and wormed one hand into his pants, retrieving his swollen rod.
He breathed in sharply at the touch of her small, smooth hand on him.
Mia began to slowly jack him off. She pushed her wet cunt against his
hand, inviting him into her. Brady slid one, then two fingers into the
tight, slippery hole. Mia gasped, for he was reaching places that no
fingers had reached inside her before. She could feel the tips of his
fingers make contact with her cervix. She pushed hard against his
fingers, and soon they developed a rhythm of hard deep thrusts that
made Mia gasp each time they hit the back of her pussy.. She let out a
long, strange moan, and her eyes popped open as Brady curled his
fingers up, rubbing her g-spot. Her hand began to move erratically on
his cock. "Oh... Brady... That feels... soooo....  good..." she
managed between moans. Then she felt the tingling heat in the pit of
her stomach that signaled an approaching orgasm. "I'm.... Oh, God,
Brady.... I'm gonna.... cum..." Brady felt her whole body stiffen in
his arms, her head against his shoulder, her arms locked around his
neck. Mia's already tight cunt tightened even more around his
still-probing fingers as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. When
it was over, she was as limp as a rag doll in Brady's arms. She looked
up into his face, her eyes shining. "Wow," she whispered.

Brady grinned. "Yeah.... Wow." Then, rubbing his shoulder where her
head had been, "You bit me."

She giggled. "Oh, I didn't realize I did.... Sorry.... But don't say I
didn't warn you."

"I think I need to wash my hands again," Brady said, holding up a hand
shiny with her juices.

"No, you don't," Mia said softly. She grabbed his wrist and brought
the fingers to her mouth. Slowly, she licked the tips of each finger,
then up and down the sides like a lollipop. Then, her eyes locked onto
his, she sucked the fingers into her mouth, making sure to get every
single drop of girlcum she could. 

When she was through, Brady whispered, "Wow." Mia dropped to her knees
in front of him. His long, thick cock jutted out right in front of her
face. "Mia, you don't have to..."

"Ssh," she silenced him. "I want to." It was true. She wanted to give
him the same release she felt. She grasped him in her hand and slowly
eased her lips down over the large head. Then she began to suck in
earnest, using every piece of knowledge she had gleaned from stories,
porn movies, and - of course - personal experience. Brady twined his
hands in her dark locks and began to press her head down, encouraging
her to take more of him in her mouth. Soon, he started to moan, and
Mia knew he was close. She redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded
with a loud moan, and she felt the twitches of his cock. Mia moved up
his shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She felt the first
burst of cum in her mouth and was delighted at its sweetness. Eagerly
she sucked the rest of it down.

Brady looked down at her. "Shit.... Not even Amy will swallow..."

"Do I fucking look like Amy?"

He laughed. "No... I guess not...."

Mia climbed to her feet and looked over at the clock. 2:23. 

Brady followed her gaze. "I knew she wouldn't be home at 1:30...."

"Well, I didn't either, but...." Mia didn't really feel like
discussing his wife right then. She walked back into the living room
and sat on the loveseat.  Brady sat in the chair next to the loveseat.
*I need a cigarette,* Mia thought, staring at the television screen.
The Baldwin movie was over now, she noticed. 

As if on cue, Brady tapped a cigarette out of his own pack of
Winstons. "Want one?" 

Mia was caught completely off guard. Never had she seen Brady offer a
cigarette to anyone. "Uh... sure." She took the one he offered and let
him light it for her. She took a long drag and smiled. She loved
babysitting.....


End


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