A/N: This one is one I plan on finishing, just so you know. Please r/r.

P.S. WARNING: VERY GRAPHIC

Rating: R

Disclaimers: PLEASE Santa!!!!! Okay, I know I don't own 'em.

Spoilers: Overload

Nick and his best friend, Andy, slowly rode down the sidewalk. They reached the stoplight and didn't bother stopping on the usually empty road. It just so happened it hadn't been empty that day.

As they steered their bikes across the road a car came speeding up. Both nine year old boys froze in fear. Luckily the car stopped just before it would've hit them. The driver honked his horn to get them to move.

The boys quickly rode to the sidewalk and continued to Nick's house a bit shaken. As they reached Nick's house they ditched their bikes in the front yard. They raced each other to the front door. Andy won by less than a second.

Nick gently knocked on the door and his mother who had had the day off came and opened the door. The boys had a snack before running up the stairs to Nick's room.

"Look at this!" Nick exclaimed, holding out his new toy car.

"Awesome!" Andy declared as he inspected the car.

"You wanna line 'em up?" Nick asked, pulling out the rest of his cars.

"Yeah!" Andy agreed.

Whenever Andy came over He and Nick would line up Nick's cars from the ones they liked the most to the ones they liked the least. Then they would find another way to line them up, and so on.

"Andy, it's time for you to go home!" Mrs. Stokes hollered from downstairs.

Andy reluctantly jogged down the stairs with Nick right behind him.

"Bye, Mrs. Stokes," Andy said, waving to her on his way out the door. Nick was right behind him. Andy picked up his bike and said goodbye to Nick before riding off to his own house.

Nick slowly walked back into the house. He walked to the kitchen where his mother was cooking.

"Hey, Nicky," his mother greeted, "your sisters and I have to go to their dance practice; I'm having Mrs. Handler come over to watch you. Is that okay?"

Nick nodded; Mrs. Handler was his favorite babysitter.

"Okay, why don't you go straighten up your room before she gets here," Mrs. Stokes suggested.

Nick ran up to his room and started to clean up. He put all his toys back in the bucket, he even made his bed. When he was finished he ran back downstairs. His mother was on the telephone so he waited for her.

Two minutes later Mrs. Stokes hung up. She turned to Nick and said, "Mrs. Handler can't come today, so I'm going to have another babysitter come, okay?"

"Who?" Nick asked eagerly. I hope it's Mrs. Jacobson; she's nice¸ he thought.

"A girl named Ms. Jones," Mrs. Stokes answered.

"Okay," Nick replied.

"Why don't you watch some TV until she gets here, I'll go get the girls," his mother announced.

Nick nodded and ran off to watch cartoons.

Ten minutes later Nick heard a knock on the door. He jumped up from the couch and ran to open the door. He fumbled with the lock, but finally got it open.

As he opened the door a tall, blonde girl greeted him. She had shallow blue eyes and red lipstick on.

"Hi," Nick greeted.

"Hi, you must be Nick," she said.

"Yup!" Nick replied.

"Can I come in?" the lady asked.

Nick opened the door wider to let her in.

Ms. Jones stepped into the big house and looked around. Her eyes settled on the cute little boy she would be babysitting.

"Hello, you must be Ms. Jones," Mrs. Stokes said as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied.

Mrs. Stokes smiled. "Nicky, why don't you go get your sisters," she asked.

"Okay," Nick said, running upstairs.

He rounded up all the girls and brought them downstairs.

"Thank-you, Nicky," Mrs. Stokes said, "Now you be good for Ms. Jones okay?"

Nick nodded.

"Okay, Mommy will be home around nine-thirty, behave yourself."

His mom then turned to Ms. Jones. "Dinner is already ready. It's in the kitchen," she said before rushing out the door after her daughters.

Ms. Jones turned to Nick after she saw the car leave the driveway. "Are you hungry, Nicholas?" she asked.

Nick shook his head no.

"Okay, do you want to play a game?" she asked.

"Yeah!" Nick replied anxiously.

"I'm not sure if you can play this game," she said frowning.

"Why not?" Nick replied sadly.

"Because you might not be old enough," she replied calmly.

"I'm old enough," Nick insisted.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Nine," Nick said proudly.

"Oh, when's your birthday?" she asked innocently.

"Next month!" Nick replied.

"Okay, then you might be old enough," she said.

"What's the game?" Nick asked.

"Well, it doesn't really have a name, but I like to call it Sex," Ms. Jones said.

"Sex?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Okay, how do you play?" Nick asked.

"First you'll need to take off your socks and shirt," Ms. Jones instructed.

Nick knew he wasn't supposed to take off his shirt in front of others, but this girl seemed nice, and besides, it was for a game.

Nick pulled both socks off. After that he pulled his shirt off.

"What next Ms. Jones?" Nick asked.

"You can call me Amy, okay?" she asked.

"Okay," Nick replied.

"Okay, now you go up to your room, close the door, lay down in your bed, and count to 50 really loudly, okay?"

"Okay," Nick said again.

He quickly ran up to his room and got in bed after he closed the door. He then started counting.

"1, 2, 3, 4…"

When he reached 50 he heard the doorknob turn. The door opened and Amy stepped in. She didn't have any clothes on.

Nick was slightly scared, but asked, "What next?"

"Just lay still, okay?" Amy asked.

"Okay," Nick replied.

Amy made her way over to the side of his bed after closing the door. She gently pushed his covers back and got in his bed. She was now right above him.

Nick's heartbeat sped up as she leaned down and kissed him.

"Wh…" Nick started.

Amy put a finger to his lips to stop him. "You have to be quiet in this game," she said.

Nick nodded uncertainly.

Amy leaned down for another kiss. Nick pulled away slightly, but her hands held him still.

She ran her hands down his stomach, making him quiver. She kissed him again, this one much longer than the other two. Her hands were roaming his stomach throughout the kiss.

She kissed him on the lips again, but this time she trailed the all the way down to his belly button.

Nick was helpless. I don't like this game¸ he thought.

Amy continued to kiss him. By this time she was laying on top of him. Her hands trailed down to the zipper on his jeans. Nick stiffened, but Amy didn't seem to notice. She continued to kiss him as she fumbled with the button on his jeans. She finally got in undone. Then she reached her hand into his jeans.

Nick squirmed. He knew this wasn't right, but couldn't do anything about it, so he just stayed still.

Amy still had her hand in his jeans. She was taking her time to explore everything.

Nick felt relief surge throughout his body as she pulled her hand from his pants. That relief was short-lived however when she reached inside his boxers.

Nick was squirming like a fish by now, but still Amy didn't seem to notice, or maybe she was just ignoring it.

Amy groaned as she felt around in his boxers. She grabbed his penis and lightly squeezed. Nick whimpered.

"Shhhh, Nicholas," Amy commanded.

Nick complied unwillingly.

She continued to squeeze his penis as she kissed him deeply. She finally let go of his penis, but didn't remove her hand from his boxers. She liked the warmth that encircled her hand. She reached her other hand around to Nick's back and slowly rubbed it. Then she moved it down to his waist and snuck it in his boxers.

She grabbed his butt and squeezed tightly, making Nick yelp.

"Shhhh," Amy commanded.

She continued her exploration before finally removing her hands, just so she could unzip his jeans. She slowly tugged his jeans down his legs. They remained in a heap at his feet.

Nick whimpered again.

"Shhhh," she whispered huskily.

Amy pressed her body into Nick's. Her hands traced patterns on his bare skin. Nick shivered. She slid her body down, so her head was at his waist level. She ran her hands down his legs. Then she reached up and grabbed his penis, slightly squeezing it. Then she leaned her head toward her hands. She began sucking on his penis.

"Oh, Nicholas," Amy hissed, groaning afterward.

Her hands settled on his hips. When she finished she slid back up. She ground her body into his, wrapping her legs around his. She continued to kiss his whole body.

When she finished she propped herself up on her elbow and began rubbing his stomach. Nick stayed still, frozen in fear. Amy's hand ventured lower again. Nick whimpered.

"Nicholas," Amy warned.

Her hand had returned to his lower parts. It stayed that way for at least twenty minutes, exploring every part of Nick's body. Amy silently got up and walked out of the room. Nick was left in the dark. Nick's body began to shake violently. He knew that what had just happened wasn't supposed to happen. He felt guilty somehow. He knew what had happened was wrong.

Dad will kill me, he thought.

His chain of thought was interrupted when Amy walked back in, fully clothed. She sat down next to him.

Nick moved slightly away from her. Amy reached out to rub his back, but Nick jolted to the corner of the room. Amy frowned.

"Nicholas?" she asked innocently.

"My name is Nick," Nick replied uneasily.

Amy walked over to the corner. Nick crouched down and crammed himself in the corner, trying to get as far away from her as he could.

Amy reached down to rub his back. Nick's body instantly stiffened.

"Please, just leave me alone," Nick whimpered. The tears he had been holding finally sliding down his face.

"Shhhh, Sweetie," Amy said as she knelt down and gathered him in her arms. She picked him up and carried him back to his bed. Nick squirmed, trying to escape her grasp, but failing. Amy gently laid him down on his bed. She sat down next to him again. She gently rubbed his stomach. Nick flinched.

Amy slowly got up. "Wait here, okay?"

Nick nodded.

Amy walked to Nick's parents' room. She entered the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. She found a container full of sleeping pills and took a couple. She made her way out of the room and down the stairs. She grabbed a cup from the kitchen and filled it with water. She then returned to Nick's room.

She walked up to his bed and sat down.

"This is our little secret okay?" Amy asked.

When Nick didn't respond Amy said, "Or I can tell your parents what you did." Amy knew it was unfair to place the blame on him, but it would ensure that he didn't tell.

Nick quickly nodded, not wanting to get in trouble.

"Good boy, Nicholas," Amy praised.

"Here take these," she said handing out the pills and water.

Nick reluctantly took the offered medicine. Then he took the water and downed the pills. He handed the glass back to Amy. He instantly felt tired.

"Now go to sleep," Amy instructed.

She left the room to take the glass back downstairs. By the time she returned Nick was asleep, courtesy of the overdose of pills. It was still only 8:00pm. She decided to have a little more fun.

She sat down on his bed. Her hand reached out to rub his legs. She couldn't help herself, and before she knew it she had his penis in her hands again, constantly squeezing it. Before long it had transferred to her mouth. Now she had her legs wrapped around him. She toyed with his privates. Then she realized what time it was, 9:15. Mrs. Stokes would be home any second. She quickly got off him and rummaged around his room for his clothes. She found his shirt and jeans and rushed back over to him. She threw his shirt over his head. She pulled his boxers from his jeans and tugged them around his waist, taking time to have just bit more fun. Then she reached for his jeans; she tugged those on over his boxers. Her hands fumbled with the zipper. It was stuck! It took about 2 minutes before she finally got it. Then she slipped the button through the hole.

She stepped back and tucked him in. She'd have to say that he was so tired he didn't even bother to put on his pajamas. She walked downstairs just as a car pulled into the driveway.

Amy walked to the door. She opened it as Mrs. Stokes and her daughters got out of the car. They entered the house and went in separate directions.

"Hi, Mrs. Stokes," Amy greeted.

"Hi, Ms. Jones is Nick asleep?" she asked.

"Yeah he's upstairs in his bed," Amy replied.

"Did he behave well?" Mrs. Stokes asked.

"Oh, yes, he was great," Amy answered.

"Okay, Thank-you so much, his regular babysitter canceled at the last minute, so thank God you could come," Mrs. Stokes explained.

"No problem, any time you need a babysitter you can call me," Amy replied.

"Thank-you so much," Mrs. Stokes said, handing over some money.

"Thank-you, ma'am," Amy said.

"No, thank-you," she said.

Amy walked out the door to her car. She hopped in and drove off.

Mrs. Stokes headed up the stairs to Nick's room. She opened the door and smiled at her son, clad in his school clothes. She didn't want to wake him, so she silently closed the door and walked back downstairs.

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A/N: Okay, yeah I know, very graphic, but I warned ya'll. Please review, and thanks so much for reading, I really appreciate it.