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.....

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