Miranda, Chapter 1: A new job and a new "family"

by JeffB

Her name was Miranda, but all who knew her preferred to call her simply Mandy. She was a sweet little thing, with shoulder length blond hair. She had just turned nine, and her parents had hired me to be her live-in companion and nanny for the summer. Because as cute and sweet as Mandy was, she was also blind from birth. She needed someone to be with her 24/7, and since this was the summer before I became a high school senior, her parents entrusted her to my care. I knew from the moment I met her that she would have a profound influence on me, and likewise me on her. Just looking at her made my pussy wet.

My dad had driven me over to their house, and I now stood at the entrance of the living room, with Mandy's mom next to me and Mandy seated on the couch across the room. She was wearing a ruffled blue dress, with matching blue socks and black patent leather shoes. She looked like she just stepped out of a story book, and I knew at first sight that I was going to enjoy my summer assignment.

"Mandy," Helen said in a soft, lilting voice, "Come over here and meet Jennifer. She is going to be staying here with you this summer." Mandy slid down off the couch and with a measured step came toward her mom's voice. I almost cried when I looked into her face and saw the closed sightless eyes. Such a precious little girl to be so afflicted. Mandy reached a spot a couple of feet in front of us. Standing, her head was about chest high to me. Her mom leaned over and spoke to me. "Jennifer, why don't you get down on your knees, so that Mandy can 'see' what you look like? If you don't mind, that is."

I knelt down in front of Mandy and spoke to her, so that she would know exactly where I was. "Hi Mandy, I'm Jennifer, but all my friends call me Jen. I hope you will too." Down here on my knees, we were face to face; I might have said 'eye to eye' but that would be meaningless. She took a step forward and reached up her hands, palms out. Waving the arms slowly, she finally made contact and touched my face.

I have been touched by probably more than my share of girls before, but nothing prepared me for this first experience with Mandy. She spent several minutes tracing her sensitive fingertips across my face and around my head. I felt myself grow wet between my legs when she touched my lips for the first time. I had to concentrate on keeping myself balanced on my knees while she felt my nose, my ears, all around my head. The hairs on the back of my arms seemed to tingle at her touch, and I could feel myself growing very fond of little Mandy.

Finally she stepped back and spoke to me. "Jen, you seem very pretty to me. And I like the way your voice sounds. I just know we will be good friends and have fun this summer."

Praying that my voice would not break and give me away, I spoke back to her. "Mandy, thank you very much. You are a very pretty girl too. Yes, we will be good friends and have a good time this summer."

"Jennifer. . . er Jen, why don't you come down the hall with me and I will show you your room. Your dad can bring your bags down for you." With that, Helen guided me through the hall that opened onto the living room, my dad toting my two suitcases along behind.

She opened the door into what has to be the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen. It was twice as big as the room I shared at home with my younger sister Amber. It was all in blue, from the thick pile carpet to the dust ruffled bed, to the walls and ceiling. There were two large windows on either side of the headboard, looking out onto the back yard. Light-blue sheer curtains were tied back, letting in the morning sun. There was a walk-in closet that had to be half the size of my old bedroom back home. I would have to do some serious clothes shopping to fill that sucker up. Dad put my bags down at the foot of the bed, and then went back out to the car to get my hanging garment bag. I was afraid my wardrobe was going to get lost in that closet.

Helen then took me over to the adjoining bathroom. It was huge. Don't these people do anything in moderation? There was an enormous tub; I think it's called a 'garden tub', with whirlpool jets along the sides. And there was a separate walk- in shower that looked big enough for four people. Along one entire wall, opposite the tub and shower, was a marble top vanity with two sinks and wall to wall mirror. And there was a separate little room with the commode. It looked like six people could use the room at the same time and not get in each other's way. At the opposite end of the room was another door.

Walking through, Helen said "And in here is Mandy's room. I hope you won't mind sharing a bathroom with her." Little did she know that at home, in addition to my sister Amber, I have two brothers. And all four of us have to share a bathroom not much bigger than the linen closet here. All this space for just me and little Mandy. Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

Mandy's room was about the same size as mine, only finished in shades of pink. A rose-colored carpet covered the floor, pink floral curtains and one wall papered in complementing pink floral paper; a typical "little girl's" bedroom, except for the remarkable neatness and order of everything. Even if I didn't share a bedroom with my younger sister, I could never keep my bedroom this neat. What Helen said next sobered me, and taught me a lesson.

"Being blind, Mandy has learned how very important it is to keep things in order. She knows where every thing in this room is, and can get anything she wants. Please take care not to move things, not without at least telling her first."

Not only that, I would have to be careful to keep my own bedroom orderly, so that she won't go bumping into things in there. I was already learning a new respect for my little charge. Before this summer is over, I will learn so much more.

Returning to my new room, dad was just finishing hanging my garment bag in the closet. Together we walked back up the hall to the front door, where he kissed me goodbye. I stood at the door and watched him back down the driveway into the street, then waved as he drove away back to my home. For the first time in my life I was on my own, among strangers who hopefully would become a second family to me. I turned around and went back inside.

Helen asked if I had packed a bathing suit in my clothes and I asked "why?"

"Well, I thought you and Mandy might want to go swimming before lunch. It's such a pretty day outside, and Mandy likes to swim in the pool."

Pool!!! My god these people have a swimming pool in their back yard! About all we could look forward to at home was a trip to the community swimming pool, where you had to pay to get in. Now I could just walk out the back door.

I told her that I had my bathing suit, and she told Mandy to go get her suit on too, and then we could get in the pool before lunch. I wondered if I would need to help Mandy get to her room, when she hopped up and literally ran into the hall. Following quickly, I watched from behind as she hurried down the hall, her right hand riding along a projected piece of molding that ran the length of the hall. Before I was half way to my bedroom door, Mandy was already in her room. It was going to take a lot of energy to keep up with her.

Closing the hall door behind me, I opened the suitcase and rummaged about until I found my suit; a bright green bikini affair that I just got last week. I stripped out of my clothes, and then decided I better go to the bathroom first before getting into my suit. So I ran bare ass naked into the bathroom, only to pull up short when I was confronted by Mandy coming in through the other door. She at least still had her panties on, and in a way that made it even worse. She was at least partially dressed, and there I was completely naked.

I let out a quick exclamation of surprise, which in turn startled poor Mandy, who had no idea I was even there. "What's wrong, Jen?" she asked, with an air of concern in her voice.

"Nothing, sweetie, I was just surprised by you. I guess I was a little embarrassed."

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Because I don't have any clothes on, Mandy."

"Oh, well that's OK. I can't see you anyways. And if having my panties on is the problem, I'll take care of that right now." With that, she pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. "Besides, I don't have anything you haven't seen before. And I can't get embarrassed about you looking at me."

So there she stood all out in the open, feet spread apart and hands on her hips. And there I stood across from her, with one hand over my breasts and the other over my crotch. Boy, did I feel stupid, trying to hide myself from the eyes of a blind girl. I laughed and agreed with her.

"Go ahead and use the toilet first." I told her. I carefully gazed at her exposed slit between her legs, and admired her perky bottom as she scampered into the toilet room. Reaching down I pulled my fingers up through my juice filled pussy. That little incident had me quickly thinking of what more I wanted to do to and with little Mandy.

While Mandy sat on the toilet and tinkled, I reached down and picked up her discarded panties from the floor. Turning them inside out, I lifted them up and inhaled through the slightly damp crotch gusset. It smelled of fresh little girl; a smell I was very familiar with. Extending my tongue I licked the gusset. My tongue picked up the tang of her essence, and I noted that they were still warm from being pulled up into her tiny crotch. My knees got weaker and my juices flowed freely.

I stood over close to the door, and Mandy finished on the toilet, wiped, then jumped down. As she slid past me in the doorway, her hand brushed along my naked flank. I had to catch my breath at the touch of her hand on my bare skin. I quickly assumed the seat on the toilet. Lord knows I was already wet enough to need a wipe.

Returning to my room, I tied my bikini in place and started to Mandy's room when I heard her in the hall.

"Come on, Jen, let's get out there." Stepping out into the hall, I caught a glimpse of her rounding the far corner, in her one piece bathing suit. I better start taking vitamins; this kid will be hard to keep up with.

Stepping out the back door, I found myself on a large, stone patio. Off to one side was a rope stretching from the back of the house across the yard to the in-ground swimming pool. Mandy held onto the rope while she ran for the pool. At the end of the rope she let out a shriek and jumped off into the water. Bobbing back to the surface, she called "Come on in, Jen. The water's fine." So I did.

We were in the shallow end of the pool, bouncing up and down, laughing and generally having fun. She waded over to me, and reached out with her hands to grab hold of me. Her hands made contact on both sides of my bare waist. Her hands slid up and down my bare skin.

"Ooooooohh, Jen. You don't have a bathing suit on. Are you still naked?"

"No, silly, it's a two-piece bathing suit, a bikini actually. Here, let me show you." And without thinking it through, I picked up her right hand and placed it over my left breast. Her left hand I guided down to my crotch. All too soon I realized what I had done. Remembering the first few minutes together this morning, in the living room, I thought about how Mandy 'looked' at me. Now she was once again 'looking' at me, only much more personal this time. Too late, I would just have to suffer through it.

With her right hand she stroked and rubbed across the top of my bikini, then sliding her hand over she rubbed my right breast as well.

"Gosh, Jen, you got nice titties. I wish mine were as nice as this."

I reached out and stroked the little nubs on her chest through her bathing suit. Even with the cloth between us, I felt an electric spark as I brushed across her hidden nipples. I could see them stiffen under my touch. "Mandy, you have a darling figure for someone your age. Remember, I am almost twice as old as you." Man, did that make me feel ancient.

Meanwhile Mandy's left hand still clung to the crotch of my bikini, and she stroked across it several times. I was glad that we were already in the water, because here I was juicing up again. I am such a horny slut, to get turned on by this little nine-year-old. Still, with both our hands under the water, I decided to take advantage and rubbed her crotch through her suit. She immediately clenched her thighs shut, trapping my hand, and bouncing up and down, in effect humping my hand. I just stood still and enjoyed her touching me, and me touching her. I did not want this moment to end.

I was shocked back into the real world when Helen stuck her head out the back door and hollered that lunch would be ready in five minutes. She would bring it out to us on the patio, and we could sit at the table with the big umbrella and have sort of a picnic, just the two of us. Then she ducked back into the house.

I was taken with a sudden inspiration, and reaching out, I embraced Mandy with both arms, drawing her to me through the water, and giving her a very affectionate hug. I wrapped my arms around her and leaning over planted a kiss on her forehead. She giggled, and tried to reciprocate, catching me on the left ear instead. I hustled her out of the pool, and we quickly toweled ourselves off. I could still see her little nipples pressing against the inside of her bathing suit. God it turned me on. My own nipples were doing pushups, and not all of the moisture I toweled from my inner thighs was pool water.

Helen came out with a platter of sandwiches, a big bag of chips, and two cans of Coke. Personally, I prefer Dr.Pepper myself, but I was a guest (sort of) so I was polite. I put the food on Mandy's plate and brought her right hand up to touch the side of her plate. She found her sandwich and started to eat. After a few bites, she looked like she wanted a drink. Reaching out to her left hand, I guided her to her Coke can. She picked it up, and with her other hand felt around the rim until she found the spout. Turning the can, she lifted it to her mouth and took a swallow. She returned the can to the table and went on eating. I joined her.

After two sandwiches apiece, the bag of chips and our two cokes, we were finished with lunch. I knew we couldn't go back in the pool after eating, so I suggested we lie out and get some sun. We dragged two chase lounges into the yard, and stretched out on them. We were close enough to reach out and touch each other's hand. That way Mandy would not feel all alone out here.

Soaking up the sun on my back for half an hour, I decided to turn over and get some on my front. I knew that we three females were all alone here at the house, so I decided to remove my top and get a full tan. Stretched out with my eyes closed, I let the sun warm my bare breasts. I was so happy to be here, away from the rest of the kids in my family, in a position of responsibility. I slowly drifted into a sound sleep, there in the sun.

All of a sudden, I don't know how long it had been, I was awakened by someone touching me, clutching my exposed left breast and latching onto my nipple. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Mandy, and she was quickly withdrawing her fingers, like she had just touched a hot stove or something. But of course it was only my sun warmed bare breast, and she was only surprised, not hurt.

"Oh Jen, I'm sorry. I was just reaching for your hand to see if you were still here."

Reaching out, I caught her at the wrist, and then gently drew her hand back down, to rest atop my nipple again. "That's OK Mandy. I was asleep, that's all. It's all right for you to touch me. I like that. Don't be afraid."

At first she resisted my pull, then relaxed and allowed her hand to come to rest there atop my breast, her palm flat against my nipple, which was rapidly stiffening at her touch. She could feel that reaction with her heightened sense of touch, and a strange expression came over her face. I moved her hand around in circles, and her palm brushed my nipple back and forth. It felt so good, and my pussy became wet again.

"What's happening to you, Jen? Why does your titty feel like this? Does it hurt?"

So many questions, but that's how we learn. Deprived of her sight, her other senses must compensate.

"No, Mandy, it doesn't hurt. It gets like that whenever I touch myself in a special way, or whenever another pretty girl like you touches it. It feels wonderful."

We were interrupted by Helen calling from the doorway again. "Girls, I think you've been out in the sun long enough for one day. Why don't you come inside and get cleaned up for dinner? Dad will be home in about an hour."

From where I had dragged the lounges, Helen did not have a clear view, so she did not see Mandy with her hand on my bare tit. I whispered to her that we were not seen, and then sat up quickly to replace my bikini top. Taking her hand, we went into the house and then back to the bathroom to clean up. We needed to wash the combined sweat and chlorine from our bodies and in my case some additional remnants of our day together in the pool and the sun.

I planned to let Mandy use the shower first, but she thought that was ridiculous and insisted that we could both easily fit in that big shower together. She didn't have to work too hard to convince me, and in a matter of minutes we were both out of our suits and into the shower.

After baking in the hot sun, the shower felt wonderful. I adjusted the spray and the water poured down on top of us like a tropical rain. It felt so good, and little Mandy wrapped her arms around me and held on to keep her balance. All of that full body skin contact was starting to get to me, and I was feeling really good.

Soaping up my hands, I got down on my knees in front of Mandy and started to lather her body. I brushed across her nipples a few times, and they reacted like they had when I held her out in the pool. She had been distracted that time, and had not noticed. This time however, with my bare fingers stroking her bare nipples, the effect was noticed.

"Oh look, Jen, my titties are doing like yours did outside. Ooooooohh, that feels so weird."

I figured I better check into this, so I asked, "Mandy, is it a 'good' weird or a 'bad' weird that you are feeling right now."

"Yes, Jen. It's a 'good' feeling. I like it."

Handing her the soap, I said "Here, Mandy, make mine feel 'good' weird too."

Lathering up both hands, she reached out in front of her and placed them against my nipples. The soap and water provided sufficient lubrication, and she played with my nipples for several minutes. And I played with hers.

After the shower rinsed the soap from us, I said "Here's something else you might enjoy." Reaching around her back I held her to steady her, and brought my mouth down to her left nipple. Using just my tongue at first, I licked across and around her nipple, while she danced from foot to foot in my embrace. I then moved across to her other side and licked on her right nipple the same way.

Then I straightened up and said "Do you think you would like to do that for me?"

She beamed back at me her agreement, and she soon was licking first one then the other of my rapidly hardening nipples. It felt so good that I held onto her in fear of losing my balance and falling over. This went on for a few more minutes, and then I came to my senses (sorta) and pushed her back.

"We better get on with our shower or we will be late for dinner." I lathered my hands again and started to wash the rest of Mandy, down her back, her sides, and her legs. I was saving the 'good parts' for last. She reached up and did the same to me.

Working up more lather I reached behind her and started to soap her cute little butt. I squeezed and stroked that bottom and spreading her cheeks I ran a soapy finger up through her crack. I massaged around her little rosebud, and while not inserting a finger this time, I made sure she knew just where that finger was. Picking up the soap I handed it to her and said "Now do me."

She complied, and soon she was squeezing my butt cheeks too. She worked in between my cheeks and rubbed my butt hole too. She giggled when she did this.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing. Only this seems like a kinda naughty thing we are doing like this."

"Well, some people might think so, but I don't. It would be naughty if I were to do anything to hurt you though. But I promise I will never do anything that will hurt you, only give you pleasure. Still, games like this should be just between the two of us. If your folks found out, I would probably have to go away, and I would not like that."

She got a sort of panicky look on her face, and wrapping her arms tightly around me she said "Oh Jen, I don't want anything to happen to make you leave. This will be our secret, just between you and me."

I bent and kissed the top of her wet head. "OK kiddo, we got one more place to wash clean, and then we can get dried and dressed." I got down on my knees again and lathered my hands. Reaching out, I put one hand around on her butt and held her close. With my other hand I started lathering her crotch. She shifted her feet apart and allowed me to touch her between her legs. Stroking and rubbing, I let one finger slip just within the lips of her sex. I carefully watched her face for any signs of distress as I gently slid my finger up and down within her pussy. She smiled and cooed like a baby as I brushed my fingers ever so lightly across her clitty.

"Oh yes, Jen. Touch me there. That feels the best of all."

I applied more pressure, and she responded to that as well. I could tell that she had some experience with these kinds of feelings by the way she pressed herself onto my hand. I remembered how she clung to my hand out in the pool today. Finally I concentrated on some heavy duty diddling on her, and she froze up in a climax. At nine years old and she can have an orgasm. Hell, that didn't happen for me until I was twelve. I held onto her until it passed and she could stand on her own. I hugged her to me and kissed her on the mouth.

"Mandy," I whispered, "Would you like to finish washing me now?"

In an almost reverent tone she whispered back, "Jen, I don't know if I can, but I want to try. You made me feel so good. I just have to try." At that she soaped her hands and proceeded just like I had done with her. As hot as I was, I didn't think it would take long to get me off. I had been on a major buzz since I first saw her sitting on that couch in the living room.

She fingered my pussy lips and stroked up and down, just like I did her. She soon found my clit and I braced myself for the assault. But it didn't happen that way. With a touch as light as a butterfly's wing, she stroked my hardened clit up and down. Honestly, in all my days of touching myself, and being touched by numerous other girls, I have never felt anything so erotic.

"Jen is that your heartbeat I am feeling here?" she asked, as she gently stroked my clit.

"Yes, baby." I gasped through the rush that was climbing up through my body, from my tingling clit to the pounding in my ears. The amplified beat of my heart seemed to resonate back and forth within my body, and I felt my toes curl in anticipation of my orgasm. "Rub just a little bit harder, baby. . . that's it. . . oh yesss!" And the waves of pleasure washed over me as surely as the water from the shower. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling over. It took almost a minute for the room to stop spinning, and I clutched her tightly to my body, her head between my breasts. And I did something I have never done while having sex with another girl; I cried.

This of course distressed poor little Mandy, as she thought at first she must have done something to hurt me. I got down on my knees and hugged her to me. I rocked back and forth, and reassured her that I was all right and that she had made me feel wonderful. Then I pulled her face to mine and pressed my mouth to hers. I ran the tip of my tongue across her lips, begging her to open her mouth. When she did, I inserted my tongue and tasted her sweet freshness for the first time. With some hesitation at first, she offered me her tongue in return, and I gladly accepted it. Finally breaking that kiss, I reached up and turned off the water. We got out of the shower and each took a big fluffy towel back into our respective rooms to dry off.

I reached into my overnight bag and got out my portable hair dryer. Without putting on anything I went over into Mandy's room. "Let me dry your hair, sweetness." She hopped up onto her bed while I plugged in the dryer and started blowing her hair dry. After she was dry, she offered to help me and I accepted.

She seemed deep in thought, and then in a faltering voice she started to speak. "Jen, when I was washing your... your... you know, down 'there', I didn't feel like… any hair, you know? How come? Mom says girls get hair down there when they get to be like twelve or so, and I know you're way older than twelve."

Boy, here I go again feeling ready for the retirement home. Still, I have always believed in answering a question directly, so I did. "Yes, baby. Most girls do have hair down there. I did when I was twelve, maybe a little younger even. But since I was fourteen I have shaved that hair away. I keep it that way on purpose."

"But why would you want your cunny to look bare, like mine? I can't wait to grow hair down there. That means I am a grown up."

"Oh sweetie, don't be in such a hurry to grow up. There are lots of reasons why I choose to keep mine shaved. It is cooler in the summer. It looks better when I wear my bathing suit. And most of my friends have theirs shaved too. We all belong to a kind of club, and it's neat to all look alike."

"Well, when I get older can I belong to that club?"

"You most certainly can. In fact, you and I will have our very own chapter right here. It's a secret club, and we do all sorts of neat things together. You will like it. Now we better get dressed for dinner. Your dad will be home any minute. Do you need any help dressing?"

"No thanks, Jen, I can do that by myself. Mom has my clothes laid out for me already."

I kissed her once on the forehead and started to go back to my room to dress.

"Aren't you going to kiss me like you did in the shower?" she asked, the disappointment evident in her voice.

"Sweetness, if we start that again we could be in here all evening. And I think they expect us out there for dinner. Maybe later." And I went off to dress.

Before I left my room to go out for dinner, I carefully looked around to see that all of the floor space was cleared of anything that might cause Mandy problems should she come walking in here. I placed all of the dirty clothes in the hamper, made sure my suitcases were tucked away in the closet, and the closet doors shut. I didn't want Mandy to trip over anything, or walk into an opened door. Checking myself once more in the full length mirror, I went out into the living room.

Mandy and her mom were seated on the couch, and it looked like they were having a quiet conversation. When I entered the room, Helen put her hand on Mandy's arm, and she became quiet. Why did I get the feeling they were talking about me? And what were they saying? I'm used to the kids at school talking about me. That's OK. Most of them are bitches anyway. But this was different. I got nervous, and then Helen got up from the couch and walked toward me. And somehow nervous slipped over into scared.

Helen reached out to place her hand on my shoulder, which I first feared was going to be a blow to my head. It turned into an affectionate squeeze of my upper arm, and now nervous turned into scared turned into surprised relief. Maybe I wasn't in trouble after all.

Then Helen did something unexpected. She leaned over and kissed me, softly on the cheek. "Thank you, Jen. Mandy was just telling me how excited she is that you will be here with us for the summer, and how happy she is to have you for a new friend." In the muddled fog of my confusion and relief, there was something a bit odd about the way she emphasized that final word 'friend'. Was she meaning something beyond what you'd expect with that word? Whatever Mandy told her, she didn't seem to be mad or upset about it.

I would have to get a chance to talk to Mandy about this, but my plans were interrupted by the opening of the front door, and Mandy jumping up from the couch to run across the room. Holding out her open arms and calling "DADDDDY!" she propelled herself at her father, who picked her up and twirled her around while planting kisses all over her face. As she spun around, the air lifted out her skirt and showed off her ruffled panties underneath. Oops, there I go, getting wet again. I'm going to have to start wearing pads if this keeps up much longer.

He finally put Mandy down and turned his attention to me. Extending his right hand to me he stepped forward and said "Hello. You must be Jennifer, so good to meet you." I shook his hand and said that I was glad to be here, which I was. He then went over and kissed his wife.

"Ed, darlin', dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. Why don't you go ahead and change your clothes?" He agreed, and headed off to the master bedroom to do just that.

Helen came up to me and spoke quietly. "Jen, whatever goes on here between you and Mandy will be a secret among the three of us. Ed does not need to be involved. I won't tell him. Mandy won't tell him. And I am darn sure you won't tell him either."

Again my stomach is doing cartwheels. I can't believe my ears. Helen not only knows something is going on with Mandy and me; she's willing to keep it a secret from her husband as well. I looked first at her, then over at Mandy, who was back sitting on the couch. I started to say something to Helen when she held up her hand to stop me.

"Mandy did not break any confidences with you. She did not tell me anything about what took place here today. She didn't have to either. I just asked her to tell me how she liked having you here with her, and if she wanted you to stay. She assured me that you were the best person for the job, and that she would just die if you left."

"I love my daughter very much, but what's just as important is that I trust my daughter. Being blind, she has to rely on her other senses and emotions to judge the world around her. It is almost impossible to fool her. She seems to have a sort of 'sixth sense' about people. All I know is that right now she is the happiest that she has been in a long time, and you are the reason for that happiness."

"This morning, when you first arrived, I watched both of you closely. I saw how you accepted her from the very beginning, and how she opened up to you. And I saw something else, in your face and in your eyes. It was a look of love for my daughter. That pleases me very much."

"I watched both of you playing in the pool this morning. That's an advantage to having a second floor bedroom that overlooks the back yard. And later, when you were getting your suntan on the lounge, I watched while you let Mandy explore your bare breasts. Finally, while the two of you were in the shower, I went into her room to lay out her clothes. I stood in the bathroom door and watched the two of you together. I only walked away when you turned off the water and started to get out."

"At any of these times I could have intervened and stopped what was going on. If I thought for one second that you would hurt my little girl I would have stopped it. But I saw how much she enjoyed everything, and I know she is safe with you."

Before I could say anything back, Ed came downstairs and into the living room. Helen announced that dinner was ready, and the four of us went to the table. Helen told me to watch how she served Mandy's plate, as that would be one of my duties in the future. She carefully placed the foods in small piles around the plate; meat, two vegetables and placed the plate in front of Mandy.

"See, Jen. You put the food onto the plate in a specific order. And you put the plate onto the table so that the food is always arranged in the same order. Meat is turned to the straight up or 12 o'clock location and the other vegetables are at 4 o'clock and 8 o'clock accordingly. That way Mandy can feed herself from the plate."

After dinner, I helped Helen clear the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. A lucky woman, at home we had to do dishes by hand, and with six people eating two and three meals a day, that's a lot of dishes to wash, dry and put away. I'm going to get spoiled living like this.

While we worked in the kitchen, Ed and Mandy went into the living room. I soon heard the sound of the television. One of my favorite comedy shows was airing, and I could hear laughter from both of them. This surprised me, and I mentioned it to Helen.

"Sure, Mandy 'watches' television. She enjoys it a lot. There are some shows she doesn't follow, mostly dramas that rely on a lot of visuals to tell a story. But she enjoys most sitcoms, and a lot of the old family oriented shows. And commercials... she can tell in the opening seconds exactly what product or service is being hawked. The opening two or three words, or the first notes of the music, and she can tell what it is. And stop and think about it. To her, it's no different from how old time radio was to me when I was growing up. We didn't have a television when I was her age. But we all gathered around the radio and listened to our favorite shows."

Once again I was surprised about Mandy, and how she was able to cope with life. "What else does Mandy like to do? How does she spend her time?"

Helen put the last dish in the washer and stood back up. "Well, let's see. Oh, she loves to read. Spends hours reading. And writing, she makes up stories and writes them down. Then she reads them to us."

This really confused me. I could see how Mandy could at least listen to television; but reading and writing? That didn't make sense to me. "So how does she do that?" I asked.

"Sit down here at the counter and I'll show you." She then went to the cabinet and opened a drawer. She brought out some things and came to sit next to me. The first thing was a piece of heavy paper, covered by rows of raised bumps, like dots. "Close your eyes and lightly run your fingers across the paper. Feel the dots with your fingers. It's like your finger tips are your 'eyes', and the raised dots are printed 'words'. The combinations of dots are symbols for letters and words. It's called 'Braille', and its how blind people read and write."

I closed my eyes and felt the raised dots and bumps with my fingers. It just felt like a bunch of bumps to me. I couldn't tell what any of it meant. "How can you make any sense out of this? Are you kidding me?"

Helen moved the paper from in front of me, closed her own eyes, and deftly ran her fingers across the same bumps. She read, 'My name is Mandy. And I am nine years’ old. I live with my mom and dad in a big house. We have a pool. I like to swim.' Mandy wrote this just last week."

"Wow. I'd like to see how that's done. She wrote it all by herself?"

"Here, I'll show you." With that, she placed a blank paper in the frame of the Braille writer, and picked up what she called a 'stylus'. She showed me how the end of the stylus was pressed into the paper, producing an indentation. She quickly pressed out a series of dots into the page, and then removed it from the frame. "Come on, I'll let Mandy read this to you." She took the paper in one hand, and me in the other, and we went into the living room.

"Mandy, would you please read this for Jen," handing her the paper.

She deftly slid her fingers across the maze of bumps, gave a big smile, and read what was printed. . . "Today we welcome my new best friend to our family. Her name is Jennifer and I like her very much." Smiling at her mom, she handed it back to her. "Thanks, Mom. That's just how I feel."

Since we were done in the kitchen, Helen and I settled in and started to watch the next show that was just starting. Helen sat over on the couch, with Mandy between her and Ed. I took the recliner chair off to the side. Soon all four of us were laughing together at the antics on the television. As the show paused for the obligatory commercial, Helen leaned over and whispered to Mandy. Throughout the commercial break, she identified every sponsor as their ad aired, all but one. That was a new commercial, which Mandy had not heard before. But I was impressed, and sure that she would recognize it the next time it plays.

We sat through the rest of that show, and one more. Then Helen said it was time for Mandy to go to bed. Mandy put her arms around her daddy's neck and kissed him good night. Then she got up and walked with her mom back toward the bedroom. Helen waved me to come along with them.

"Jen, why don't you help Mandy get out of her clothes and into her nightgown? I'll just stand over here out of the way."

Mandy came over to me and stood still while I unbuttoned the front of her dress, and she held up her arms as I slid the dress up and over her head. Helen handed me the hanger and I put it through the arm holes. In the meantime, Mandy hopped up on the bed so I could help her out of her shoes and socks. This left her sitting there in her cute ruffled panties. Helen said "Mandy, hop down and go use the pot and brush your teeth. Then come back here so Jen can get you into your nightie. Jen, it's hanging inside the closet door. You can put her dress up at the same time."

She did as her mom said, and I hung her dress in the closet and retrieved her nightie. I was surprised to see that it was just an oversize (for her) man's T-shirt, soft cotton and dyed pink. I heard the toilet flush, and a couple of minutes later the water running in the bathroom sink. Shortly thereafter, a very cute and very naked little Mandy came back into the room. I watched her come over to the bed. And I felt Helen watching me watching Mandy. I don't know what made me blush more, what I saw, or being seen seeing it.

Mandy stretched her arms up over her head, elongating her slim body and accentuating her flat little chest. I reached out over her and pulled the nightie down over her arms and head. I watched as it slowly descended to cover her enticing body, until it rested on her slim shoulders. The hem reached to her knees, and it looked like a choir robe on her; a soft pink choir robe that covered her soft pink body. And I was acutely aware that she was completely nude up under that night shirt. I stood there looking at her briefly, again aware of her mom's watchful gaze.

"OK Mandy, say your prayers and get into bed. Jen, why don't you get down next to her while she does?"

So I joined Mandy down on her knees beside her bed, with her hands placed together in front of her. She looked so sweet like that, while she recited the traditional "Now I lay me down to sleep... She got to the end, then she said "And God bless Mommy and Daddy, and Gramma and Grandpa, and 'specially my new friend Jen. AMEN!"

Then she hopped up and waited for me to turn down the covers so she could get into bed. I covered her up, and Helen came over to kiss her good night. Mandy reached out her arms and said "Come here, Jen, and kiss me good night too." So I did, kissing her chastely on the forehead.

Helen stood over at the bedroom door, and I started to join her when Mandy called out from her bed. "Mom, can Jen stay here with me for a while, just till I go to sleep? Maybe read me a story or something? Please."

We looked into each other's face, and exchanged eye contact. In my eyes she detected a hunger and longing need. In her eyes I saw first recognition, then acceptance, as she spoke. "Ah, sure sweetie, Jen can stay in here for a while. Just keep it quiet though. I don't want to hear a lot of talking and giggling in here, or I'm going to have to come in here again." With that, she slyly winked at me and went out of the room. I quickly returned to Mandy's bedside, although the butterflies were flapping around inside of me. I could hardly believe what was happening here.

I pulled the bedside chair closer and sat down. Mandy rolled up on her left side so that she was facing toward me. I leaned close and kissed her lightly on her mouth. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me down to her face. She then searched out my mouth and clasped her lips to mine. Before long I felt her tongue reaching for mine, and we joined in a deep kiss like back in the shower earlier today.

Finally I broke free of her tight grip around my neck, and sat up in the chair. "Mandy, let me go run real quick and get into my nightie. I need to use the bathroom too. Can you wait here a couple of minutes?"

"OK Jen, just don't be too long."

Promising I would not take long, I went through the bathroom into my bedroom. I started taking my clothes off before I got out of Mandy's room, and was almost naked by the time I reached mine. Picking up my shorty nightie, I went back into the bathroom to pee first. Then I slipped it on over my head before brushing my teeth really quick. I was back in Mandy's room in less than three minutes. Truth is; I never wear any panties to bed, and very seldom even a nightie. But this one was short and light weight and the next best thing to nothing, so I didn't mind putting it on. It was also very sheer, not that it would matter to Mandy. I liked the way I looked in it. I got back over to the chair next to the bed, and reached down to hug Mandy again.

After a couple of minutes, Mandy pulled away and slid back across the bed. I was puzzled at first, then she held up the covers and said "Here, get into bed with me so we can snuggle and talk." I thought about it, but not too long, and then slid into bed next to her. She lowered the covers and slid back up against me, pressing her body against mine, and generating warmth that was more than mere 'body heat'. The all too familiar warm and sticky feeling started in my crotch, and quickly radiated through my body. Wrapping our arms around each other, we locked in a full contact embrace and started to kiss again.

We stroked and rubbed each other, and I could tell Mandy was getting aroused, much like she was in the shower. I reached up under her nightie and traced my fingers along her inner thigh. She giggled quietly, and said that it tickled. I thought to myself 'just wait, if you think that tickles'.

She in turn slid her hand inside the open top on my nightie and latched onto my left nipple. As soon as she touched it, I let out a low moan of pleasure. After playing with my erect nipple for a few minutes, she hoisted herself up and brought her mouth down to my chest, taking as much of me in as she could. My tits are not really all that big, but it was more than a mouthful for Mandy.

While she worked over my nipple with her lips, tongue and teeth, I squeezed her butt with one hand and stroked her pussy with the other. I carefully inserted the tip of one finger into her little vagina, and rubbed around the entrance, getting it wet with her juices. Then I slowly drew my finger upward until it rested against her tiny clitty. I held it there without moving for almost a minute. Then I slowly started to circle her clitty, picking up more moisture and applying more pressure to my strokes.

I could tell by the way she humped against my hand that she was nearing her climax. I was prepared when it hit her, and I gently but firmly pressed her face into my tit to muffle any outcry from her. The sensation of her silent scream against my nipple sent me off into my own orgasm, and we rode them both together. When I felt it was safe, I let up pressure on her head and she pulled up to reach my face. We covered each other with kisses, and she thanked me for the wonderful feelings I had shared with her. I thanked her too, and then pulled myself up from the bed.

"You better get to sleep now, young lady. You have had a full day today, and we can play some more tomorrow." Tucking the covers around her I leaned down and kissed her again. Then I left to go back to my own bed. I think she was probably asleep before I got back to my room.

After going to the bathroom again, I climbed into my own bed, for the first time. Since I was here in my own bedroom, modesty was not an issue. I had removed my light nightie and hung it on the closet door. I laid there for a few minutes, feeling that something was missing. Then I felt the bed next to me, where my sister Amber would be if I were at home, and I knew what was missing. Amber and I had slept in the same bed for many years. And lately we had been a comfort to each other, as we explored her budding sexuality. For the first time I thought of her, and how she must be lonely tonight too.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of a family have I stumbled into here? Helen not only seems to approve of what I did this afternoon, both in the pool and in the shower; she also is willing to keep it a secret from her husband as well. And that wink she gave me just before leaving Mandy's room tonight. What was that all about? This was going to be one hell of a summer job, that's for sure.