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Archive name: Mia.txt (mf, young)
Authors name: Raven
Story Title : Mia The Babysitter
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AUTHOR NOTE:
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....
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--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 the 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 get-
ting 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 Bald-
win 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 watch-
ing 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 unfam-
iliar 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. "Any-
where."
"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 plan-
ning 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 babysit-
ter..." 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 com-
mented 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, skip-
ping 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 per-
formed 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 every-
where - 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 think so 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.....
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