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The Nanny 
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A young woman becomes a nanny to a family. (Mf, reluc, 
1st, oral, preg)

***

It was back when I was fourteen and a cute little thing 
just into the latter half of my freshman year in high 
school. My parents decided to hire me out as a nanny 
during the summer for this couple out in the backwoods 
who had three daughters and needed a hand. Not to 
mention the fact that my parents needed the money. 

The Wednesday afternoon drive out there with my mom was 
uneventful and boring and the last ten miles on the 
gravel road were, to say the least, uncomfortable. We 
pulled up to a modest and very rustic looking cabin 
with a barn not far off on the one side, a lush lawn on 
the front and a ring of pine trees all about the 
property. It looked like the olden days from the 
history books at school.

We arrived and a gaggle of little girls came out to 
greet me and Mrs. Young (really, as she was only 23) 
came out and took my bag. She pretty much ignored me 
and just spoke to my mom who was a friend of hers so I 
kind of understood. Mrs. Young and the three girls were 
all in farm dresses and looked so old-fashioned 
compared to what I was used to. I went into the house 
with the girls and shortly after my mom left and Mrs. 
Young came in with my bag.

"Christie, you'll be staying on the cot in our room so 
have Rachel take you in there and put down your stuff."

Obediently and without having to be told, Rachel all of 
eight years old and the eldest of the three girls, came 
over and took me by the hand and led me to the master 
bedroom. When I went to put down my bag on the cot 
there was a handmade farm dress laid on the bed, as if 
waiting for me. I was about to ask but Rachel read my 
mind.

"Momma wants you to put on this dress while you're here 
because Daddy says ladies don't wear pants 'specially 
around the house." With that she pirouetted and was out 
of the room in a flash.

Even though I didn't much go for the old fashioned 
thing back then I was a nice kid and I went along to 
get along. So not wanting to make waves I shed my jeans 
and my tee-shirt and put the dress on. It was mostly 
modest except for the front where it showed a bit more 
of my chest than I would've preferred, but then in a 
way, that was kind of liberating to show off a little, 
too. All dressed up now just like the other ladies of 
the house I went out to the kitchen where Mrs. Young 
was working on dinner.

"Christie, you look lovely! Let me see you!"

She took my hand and spun me around. Then, with a 
disapproving look she looked down at my fancy sneakers.

"Sweetie, around here we don't wear shoes in the house. 
Shuck those ugly things off and let your toes breathe a 
little. And while you're here I don't want to see those 
again, okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Young." I replied.

"Sweetie," she took my face in her hands in a very 
motherly way, "another thing you can do for me while 
you're here is call me Anna, okay?"

"Yes, Anna."

A minute later I came back to the kitchen and got an 
approving smile from Anna as she looked down at my very 
white and unusually bare feet. She asked me to help 
with the dinner and I went right to work doing so after 
she handed me an apron to put on. I was no stranger to 
a kitchen and Anna was pleased to let me make my own 
recipe for biscuits and I got a serious nod of approval 
when she dipped a finger in the dough and sampled it.

I was having a fine time with Anna and the girls making 
dinner when I heard a pickup truck coming up the road. 
You could hear everything in these woods, it seemed. 
Anna heard it, too, and undid her apron and put it 
down, as did Rachel. I took off my apron and followed 
them outside to join them on the grass by the drive. 
The grass felt so cool and sensuous on my bare feet 
that I was distracted by the feeling as the truck came 
to halt just in front of me.

"Christie? Is that you?"

Anna was smiling as her husband came up to me. Randy 
was the spitting image of Sam Elliot, the actor, but in 
his thirties and not in his sixties. I must say that my 
heart jumped a bit when he took me by the shoulders to 
inspect me.

"You've just become the most charming little thing, 
haven't you?" He smiled at me so warmly that I felt a 
little glow come over me.

"Thank you, Mr. Young," I think I blushed, too.

"What's this 'Mr. Young' stuff? You can call me Randy 
while you're here, okay?"

"Yes, Randy."

"That's better," he chuckled, "now I smell something 
good cooking! How 'bout we get to that, huh?"

The six of us went back in and were son sitting down to 
dinner at the kitchen table and we had a lovely 
conversation about my day so far, getting used to the 
house rules, and about Randy's day at the bank he 
owned. It was when we retired to the living room that I 
noticed there was no TV and no radio. I wondered what 
they did for fun and Anna saw my lost look and chatted 
with me about how they didn't let the outside world 
into their world with the girls. 

The girls were playing with dolls and Randy was reading 
a newspaper while Anna busied herself with working on 
what looked like a nightgown. I found a book with some 
old stories in it about some guy named Ivanhoe and was 
really enjoying myself when Anna broke my reverie.

"Christie, why don't you come and I'll show you how to 
help the girls with their evening bath?"

We padded off to the bathroom and I was surprised to 
see that while the rest of the house was so old 
fashioned, the bathroom was really very nice, even 
though all the brass and wood made it seem to match the 
rest of the house. Anna got the water going and the 
bathroom steamed up in a pleasant way.

"Kimmie!" Anna called to the three-year-old, "Bath-
time!"

"Yes, Momma!" was the ever-obedient reply as the little 
girl came running.

The little girl came into the bathroom and held her 
arms up and Anna swooped the dress off of her in one 
motion. It was cute as the naked little thing jumped 
into the water and it splashed about a bit.

"It's the one thing where we let the girls misbehave a 
little so you have to deal with it a little 
differently." Anna said this as she turned her back to 
me.

"Would you be a dear and unbutton me?"

I just kind of gaped at her for a second.

"Christie, I want to wear this dress tomorrow and I 
can't hardly do that if Kimmie gets it all wet, now can 
I?"

Okay, that made sense. "Sorry, Anna, I just haven't 
ever..."

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "That's 
fine. I'm sure we're really weird to you up here in the 
woods with our own ways of doing things, but this is 
who we are and you're part of who we are for a while at 
least. You may as well get used to some surprises, now 
help me out of my dress."

She turned her back to me and I undid the buttons down 
to her waist and it was then that I noticed she wasn't 
wearing a bra. When she stepped out of the dress I 
noticed there were no panties, either.

"Okay," she said, "turn around."

I did as I was told, afraid to do so and afraid not to. 
Just as I thought, Anna undid my dress down to my 
waist. I held it to my chest as she motioned for me to 
turn around.

"C'mon, Christie, we're big girls here."

She gave me a motherly look and eased my hands from the 
dress and I stepped out of it. At least I still had my 
bra and my satiny Victoria's Secret panties.

"Christie?", her look was clearly impatient, "Kimmie's 
water is going to get cold. Now give me that bra and 
those awful panties."

It wasn't in me to disobey so I was soon bare and Anna 
had my undergarments in her hand.

"Hmmm. Size three on the panties and..." she fiddled 
with the tag "...34C on the bra. You are growing up, 
aren't you?" She smiled at me.

"Okay, c'mon and let's clean up some little girls!"

The next thirty minutes was really kind of fun with 
water and laughter and a lot of playing around as we 
got the girls cleaned up and ready for bed. The girls 
went out to join their father after their baths and 
then Anna had me get in the bath and it was kind of 
neat to be a little kid again and have her be a mother 
to me as she cleaned me up. I dried off and we traded 
places and then she had me get into the nightgown that 
she'd be sewing for me. I went to reach for my panties 
and bra as I was about to get into the nightie.

"None of that, Christie," she said as she took them, 
"those things are the Devil's own handiwork and you'll 
not be wearing those things in this house. Now you're 
not on your period so you don't need any drawers and if 
you do we have some. Girls your age get awful yeast 
infections from not letting themselves air out down 
there the way God intended and you're going to be 
healthy while you're here, you got it?"

I nodded.

She went on, lecturing me as we both stood there in the 
nude.

"Don't you ever get itchy down there when it's hot?"

I nodded 'yes' because, come to think of it, I did.

"That's why. Now go keep an eye on the girls."

She turned to the door as I pulled the soft and 
recently handmade nightie over my head.

"Randy? Your turn, hon!"

I walked out the door and down the hall and Randy 
smiled at me as he made his way to the bathroom where 
he properly closed the door.

It was not that long afterwards when Randy and Anna 
came out in their nightclothes, Anna in her nightie and 
Randy in pajamas, to see the girls to bed. I went with 
Anna to tuck the girls in and then we both went back 
out to the living room where three small wine glasses 
were waiting.

Randy handed both Anna and I a glass.

"Christie, this is a little tradition of ours and I 
know you're not old enough to drink, but we'll make an 
exception for you tonight as we welcome you to our 
home."

He held up the glass in a salute to me and Anna did the 
same.

"Cheers!"

They downed the wine and looked at me to do the same. 
Which I did. It was sweet and syrupy and the tang of 
the alcohol was rather pungent. I found out later that 
it was forty year old sherry from Anna's parent's 
vineyard.

We sat and chatted and I kind of liked how they treated 
me as an adult and when it came time for bed we all 
three went to the master bedroom and Anna gave me a hug 
and then Randy did, too. It was strange to feel my 
little boobs squish up against Anna's ample chest and 
then when Randy hugged me I went to hug him in that way 
where you just lean in to someone, you know what I 
mean? And he just took me by the hips and pulled me 
close for a bear hug. I realized he only had just the 
pajamas on and his manhood became the very first to 
press against me like it did.

I was a little dazed as Anna tucked me in and, I guess 
it was the wine and the busy day, but I soon fell 
asleep.

I'm not sure when it was during the night, but I heard 
Anna whimpering and I heard the big bed squeak with a 
sort of rhythm. I listened for a while and realization 
slowly dawned on me that not five feet away from me 
that Randy and Anna were making love.

I didn't hear Randy leave in the morning but I did hear 
Anna as she came back to the bedroom to get me up.

"C'mon sleepyhead, we've got work to do."

Anna and I brushed each other's hair as we were getting 
cleaned up for the morning and then I helped her button 
up her dress. It felt sort of naughty to me as she 
buttoned me up in my dress; here I was getting dressed 
and I had no panties on and no bra on. When I went to 
the bathroom later in the day it was strange to not 
have to pull down my panties as I peed, all I did was 
lift up my dress and sit down and go.

The day was a blur of activity and daily chores as Anna 
had me help Rachel with her lessons while she played 
with the other girls and then there was lunch and more 
lessons and chores and more playing and then it was 
time for dinner and then we were doing bath time again. 

This time Anna stayed out with Randy and let me bathe 
the girls by myself and I followed the household 
tradition of doing so in the buff. It made sense to me 
now to keep my one and only dress dry because the 
laundry wasn't done until Saturday to conserve on hot 
water and just because it made sense to them to do all 
the clothes on just one day a week.

When I got done with the girls there was no wine 
waiting for me as I went out to the living room and 
Anna and Randy took my place.

Afterwards we chatted for a while and then it was 
bedtime. Again, I promptly fell asleep being as I was 
tried from the busiest day of my life.

The sky was clear on this night and the moonlight was 
shining brightly in the window when I woke up to the 
sounds of Anna and Randy making love again. My teenage 
hormones and curiosity demanded that I try to see what 
was going on and I turned in my bed as quietly as I 
could to see what they were doing.

My heart was in my throat as I saw Randy naked in the 
moonlight. Anna was on her back with her knees on 
either side of Randy as his hips made a slow and steady 
motion back and forth at Anna's body. Her hands 
lovingly wandered over his body and caressed the 
muscled back that I could see so clearly in the 
moonlight. 

It was fascinating to see something up close that I'd 
only ever heard whispers about before. Without 
thinking, I sat up on an elbow to watch the loving 
parents of three children go about the business of 
trying to make number four. As before, Anna started 
quietly whimpering as Randy pushed harder at her. I 
thought for moment that she was uncomfortable but then 
heard her whisper, "Harder!", at Randy and I knew she 
was enjoying herself. 

Randy was soon making the bed noticeably squeak and 
then Anna gave out a little shriek which I knew to be 
one of joy. Seconds later, Randy moaned a sigh that 
sounded like relief and it was then that I noticed he 
saw me looking at them in the moonlight. I instantly 
rolled over and feigned sleep while I heard Anna 
whisper something to him and then they giggled a little 
before we were all asleep again.

Friday was a repeat of Thursday except that while I 
waited for the nightly bedroom activities to take place 
that evening none did.

Saturday was a different routine.

Anna awoke me and I saw that Randy was still in bed. We 
did our morning routine of brushing each other's hair 
and then we got dressed and made the breakfast. The 
smell of the coffee brought Randy and the girls out 
from their beds just as we were setting the breakfast 
on the table. Breakfast was a wonderful affair with 
laughter and giggles and food and then Anna told me to 
get the table and the kitchen cleaned up while she 
started the laundry.

It seemed strange to me that Anna would go outside 
first to start the laundry, but that's exactly what she 
did. I was cleaning the dishes and the pans and 
watching Anna carry armloads of sheets outside. One by 
one, the girls went out to join their mother. Randy sat 
at the table sipping coffee as the ladies of the house 
busied themselves together.

"I saw you watching us the other night."

Crap. I was hoping to avoid this conversation.

"I didn't mind. Really."

He didn't?

"You're fourteen and you're old enough to know about 
these things."

I was in the middle of breaking a sweat when I heard a 
scream. I ran outside and Anna was holding a naked 
little Kimmie who had stepped on something and fell 
when she tried to get away from whatever it was.

"Christie, please get Kimmie inside and settle here 
down. Tell you what, put her on your bed and close the 
curtains and we'll have her take a little nap to get 
over this."

I did what I was told and soon had the little girl 
hushed away on my bed which was currently just a bare 
mattress. I put a light blanket over her and smoother 
her hair until she was asleep. When I figured she was 
sound asleep I went back outside and found the whole 
family naked with a big kettle boiling over a fire.

Anna broke my trance-like state.

"Christie, get your dress off and into the pot so we 
can wash it. We boil the laundry once a week to make 
sure any ticks are dead."

Okay, again that made sense. I shucked my dress and it 
disappeared in the frothy, boiling water.

I don't know what it was, but something made me look at 
Randy and I found him giving me the once-over. I was 
sure Anna would kill him for the way he was looking at 
me.

"Anna, isn't Christie beautiful?"

Anna looked at me the same way, more or less. "Yes , 
she is. You're really pretty, Christie. You're going to 
make a good mother, too, I bet."

Randy nodded approvingly.

The rest of the day we all went about our business 
naked and I even stole a few furtive glances at the 
strange looking equipment hanging from Randy's front. I 
tried to imagine that all inside of Anna and it just 
didn't seem to make sense when I'd look at Anna and she 
seemed so small down there.

About an hour had gone by since Kimmie was sent to take 
a nap and she came out of the front door crying. Anna 
handed me the paddle to stir the laundry and admonished 
me to be careful before she went to attend to Kimmie.

It turned out that Kimmie always cries when she wets 
the bed and today she had wet my bed. Oh, lucky me.

Randy went into the house and brought my mattress out 
and threw it up on the metal roof of the chicken coop 
to dry up and air out.

A short while later the laundry was flapping in the 
light summer breeze and I was amazed to see that our 
cotton dresses were dried by lunchtime. I was 
absolutely relieved to be covered by at least the dress 
for the rest of the day. By the afternoon the sheets 
were all dry and Anna and I made the beds, except for 
mine, while Randy kept the girls busy.

We had our dinner and the sun went down and my poor 
little bed was still unfit to sleep on.

"No problem," Anna said, "We'll make room for you in 
our bed tonight."

Gulp.

"That'll be nice." said Randy.

Gulp again.

I wondered about Randy and his manhood as I stripped 
myself and bathed the girls. I was and wasn't surprised 
when Anna came to the bathroom as I stepped into the 
water to mother me and she poured lavender scented oil 
into the bathwater..."So we can smell like ladies 
tonight."

As is common for the backwoods high country, an evening 
chill set into the summer air and when I reached for my 
nightie after Anna had had her own bath and dried off 
Anna gently took it from me.

"We're friends, Christie, and you won't need that 
tonight."

A knot entered my stomach as we padded out to the 
living room and Randy's eyes perked up as he saw us. 
He'd taken his own evening bath in the stream outside 
saying that he liked the bracingly cold water 
sometimes. From the looks of him at the time I now know 
that the water wasn't cold enough.

There were three glasses of wine ready again and when 
we repeated our ceremony from the other night my throat 
burned a bit with the wine.

"That's a little of my Everclear fortifying that glass 
of courage for you there, Christie. Hope you don't 
mind."

I could only nod that I didn't mind, but I also had no 
idea what it was that I didn't mind.

My head was a bit buzzed as Anna took my hand and led 
me to the bedroom. I'd had a few fears about the 
evening but the rush of the liquor did, indeed, take 
them away and I was relieved to climb onto the soft bed 
with the cool, white sheets.

"Spread your legs a little, sweetie." I didn't bother 
to question, I just did it and Anna rubbed me down 
there with something cool and slick.

Anna then lit a candle on a side table as Randy came 
into the room.

"The girls are all asleep." He said to Anna.

I was transfixed as Anna sidled up to him and kissed 
him while at the same time her hand sought out his 
manhood. I saw it rise up and was amazed when Anna 
knelt down and took it in her mouth and did things to 
it that I'd never imagined nor ever heard of. Randy's 
head went back in pleasure as she did what she did and 
then he came back up and kissed her on the lips as she 
rose from her knees.

"She's ready."

Randy nodded at her and then looked at me as if he were 
starving and I was a hamburger. Anna got up on the bed 
and cuddle up next to me and pulled my lips to hers and 
gave me what was my very first romantic and passionate 
kiss. I felt her hands on my breasts and then felt them 
wander down between my legs where her fingers started 
to do magical things to me. 

I felt my glow come up and felt myself relax with her 
touch. I didn't complain when she slipped a finger into 
me and the magic just got better. It was as if she knew 
everything to do to make me feel so special and warm 
inside. I felt myself answering her probing at me with 
my hips, I was trying to get more of this fabulous 
feeling into me. Anna stopped kissing me and turned to 
Randy who was at the foot of the bed.

"C'mon, baby."

Randy gently took my ankles in both hands and set them 
apart and then got up onto the bed. I was just about to 
close my legs together when he scooted up between them.

"Shhh, it's fine sweetie."

I looked up at him and he seemed to be so caring as he 
said it.

Slowly, he laid himself on top of me and allowed his 
weight to crush me into the soft mattress. My lips were 
still wet from Anna's kisses when Randy's lips met mine 
and as we kissed his hands sought out my breasts and I 
swooned as he found the tender buds and massaged them. 
Anna then took my left hand and held it in hers.

"You'll be wonderful as a mom." she said.

With that she looked at Randy and nodded and then he 
leaned in and kissed me again.

I felt his manhood nudge into my sex and a whole world 
of reason and understanding hit me all at once.

"We....we can't do this...I'll get...I'll get 
pregnant!"

Randy ignored my furtive plea and with my body helpless 
to his he started to make me a woman.

He pushed and prodded at me several times and I felt 
his manhood poke and then slip between the cheeks of my 
butt before he pulled back to try again. I didn't 
notice Anna getting up from the bed as I was a little 
distracted at the time. But I did notice when Randy 
rose off of me a bit and swooned a little and then I 
felt Anna's hand massage me down there with the same 
fluid she'd put on me earlier.

I gasped as Randy now slipped his mature manhood into 
me and the sudden fullness was shocking. I had a flash 
memory of the other night when he and Anna were in this 
same position and I realized that he was mating with 
me...he was treating me as if I were his wife. Reality 
crashed back as he withdrew from me ever so slowly and 
I thought for a moment that he might be done and then 
he slid all the way back into me again. 

I felt Anna get back on the bed just as Randy snuggled 
his body all the way into mine and I felt his hairy 
crotch press up against my belly. It was almost a 
pinching sensation to feel that part of my body being 
squeezed between his manhood and his body.

Anna reached between us and felt where her husband's 
body disappeared into mine. And then she was off the 
bed again and she took my feet in both hands and 
started to massage the soles of my feet with her 
thumbs. I didn't realize that she was getting me to 
relax and allow my legs to go up higher to allow Randy 
deeper into me, but then he pressed himself into this 
new place in me that his wife had convinced me to open 
up for him.

I recall the thought at that moment that I was being 
fucked.

He went on for a long time just thrusting into me and 
relaxing and holding himself in me and then 
periodically going for a while of going back and forth 
into me. It was wonderful. The candle was a quarter of 
the way gone when he started to keep a tempo going at 
me and Anna massaged my feet almost hard enough to 
hurt. I tried to pull my feet away from her and then 
Randy hooked his arms behind my knees at that exact 
moment. In the candlelight I saw Anna looking at me 
with a smile as Randy started to moan like he did with 
her.

He slowed down and then alternated between pushing 
deeply into me and holding it and going back to his 
rhythm in me.

It was amazing when I felt him hold himself deep into 
my body and I watched his face as he closed his eyes 
and moaned. And deep inside my sex I felt his manhood 
swell and begin to pulse into me. It seemed forever as 
he held himself inside of me and filled me. I was 
utterly dazed when he finally withdrew from me and Anna 
swept in with a cloth to clean me up.

It was September when I finally heard why this had all 
come to pass.

My parents had essentially sold me to Randy and Anna 
and in return he forgave the debt on their house and 
daddy's business.

Here we are ten years, four boys, and Lord knows how 
many orgasms later and I believe that this was the best 
thing my parents ever did for me.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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