The Nanny

It was back when I was eighteen and a cute little thing just into the latter half of my freshman year in junior college. 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 28) 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 ktchen 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 of 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 equal 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.