My Daughter The Sitter

Brandi Love finally has a night planned away from the baby, but the sitter drops out. Her husband suggests Carter Cruise. Brandi calls it reckless and claims the girl still has the maturity of a child. He pushes harder and offers to pay double. The money lands. Brandi contacts Carter. When Carter learns the plans have changed, she protests until Brandi mentions the extra cash. The sum shifts her mind. Later, with everyone out, Carter curls up on her parents’ bed, knees spread, fingers teasing her wet slit while the laptop plays dirty scenes. Moans spill into the hallway. Brandi walks back in for her forgotten purse and follows the sound upstairs. She pushes the bedroom door open. Carter freezes, hand still between her thighs. After the first shock passes, Brandi steps closer. Carter blurts that she will do anything to keep this from her father. Brandi studies her, unmoved. Carter scoots to the edge of the bed, big eyes pleading, asking for one chance to make things right. Her fingers, slick with her own juices, reach out and brush Brandi’s wrist. The touch lingers. Brandi leans in. Their mouths meet hard. Carter promises she will behave—just not until she finishes with her step-mother first.