Author's Note: I wrote the first of these three stories years decades ago. I recently updated and expanded the first story as told by the older brother about his Japanese nanny, and then decided to add two other tales. The second story is by the younger brother who comes to share the same nanny in more than one way, and the last is the tale from the nanny herself who continues to care for her young men in a most gratifying way. Enjoy the tale as they share their own take on this highly unusual threesome.
ERNIE'S STORY
I was six-years-old when I first met Emiko, a Japanese exchange student who was earning a bachelor's degree in early childhood education. She had agreed to help our family by serving as a live-in nanny for my younger brother, Greg, and myself. In exchange for caring for us and helping with our studies, she received a small stipend along with free room and board.
Soon afterward, my parented divorced with my dad moving to East Coast and my mom deciding to return to college on a full-time basis. Emiko who had decided to seek her citizenship before she finished her educational visa, readily agreed to assume much of the household duties in return for an increased stipend and a citizenship sponsorship.
For all intents and purposes, Emiko was a second mother to my brother and me, and practically raised us. Our nanny (as I referred to Emiko) was always there for us and in her calm Japanese manner, managed to please and accommodate our needs throughout childhood and into adolescence. The three of us became a small tight-knit family as my brother and I practically grew up in her room.
The only time that Emiko ushered us out of her bedroom was when one in a long line of her boyfriends stayed over. All were attracted to her subtle Asian beauty, her slender form, and her accommodating nature. I can remember listening from outside of her locked door to the muffled whispers, soft moans, and bed squeaks, but being young, I never grasped what such sounds truly meant. All I knew was that I hated each of her many suitors who sought to take Emiko away from us and especially me.
Soon after middle school, my parents decided that my dad should have a hand in my upbringing, and I was shipped off to live with him. Unfortunately, dad's concept of parenting was to send me to a private boy's academy and then upon graduation, had me enroll in an exclusive Ivory League college. I resented this for years, but what really irked me was being yanked away from Emiko's nurturing care and embracing arms. As it turned out, the only time I saw Emiko was during the various school breaks when I returned briefly to the Islands to briefly visit my mother.
It wasn't until the Winter Break of my college sophomore year that I suddenly decided to hop on a plane to surprise my mother and younger brother. However, it seemed that my mother had the same idea and had unexpectedly decided to do some serious shopping on the East Coast and took my younger brother along to visit our dad. As a result, we missed each other in transit and for the Holidays.
My sole consolation was that Emiko and I found ourselves alone with each other at a very special time of year. Neither of us realized when she picked me up at the airport just how special that Christmas would turn out to be.
I had gone out to do some shopping shortly after my homecoming but decided to call it an early night. As I made my way from the bus stop, I saw that the house was dark except for Emiko's dimly lit room that was next to the front stairs. When I walked up the stairs, I heard soft feminine moans and curiously peeked through Emiko's window. Was I surprised at what I saw?
There before my startled eyes was sweaty Emiko laying in her rumpled bed. With one hand thrust between the folds of her loose sleeping kimono, she leisurely palmed and squeezed one of her hidden small breasts. Her other hand was shoved between her trembling thighs that were amply exposed by her parted kimono that was tied loosely at her slim waist. Totally oblivious to my presence, Emiko openly masturbated before my amazed eyes.
Her fingers which had been slowly rubbing her concealed pussy began to pump faster and faster as her entire body began to shake. A strangled cry escaped her drawn lips as Emiko's lithe body arched sharply off the mattress before bucking wildly. My breath caught in my throat as I was riveted by the violent convulsions of her climax. It was only after Emiko had collapsed with her hand still thrust between her slender legs, whimpering pitifully, that I became aware that I had cum, drenching my underwear.
In the days that followed, I made every effort to peek down her blouses, look up her skirts, or catch her disrobing. I even took to spying on her through the bathroom keyhole or from the porch outside of her window. Yet for all my efforts, I only caught fleeting and frustrating glimpses of Emiko's feminine delights. I had pretty well given up when my chance of a lifetime came unexpectedly on Christmas Eve.
I was watching a late-night movie on the television in Emiko's room when she returned from her shower. Clad in her familiar sleeping kimono, she was sipping on some wine which was unusual since alcohol of any kind didn't agree with her at all. I dismissed this odd observance since Emiko had shared earlier that she had broken up with Clifford, her most recent boyfriend, and was very depressed.
"Ernie," Emiko mumbled wistfully, "Could you please give me a massage? Clifford dumping me has left me so stressed out that my shoulders are super-tight. You would think that after all these years, he would have had the guts to leave his girlfriend for me. But no...the lousy bastard. A massage, please?"
Sidling next to me on her bed, Emiko sat erect, eyes closed, calmly holding her kimono closed and to her chest. But as I carefully kneaded the shoulders of her slim body, she murmured, "Ooh, that's really...ooh, so unbelievable. Just like that, Ernie." After about fifteen minutes of neck, shoulder, and back rubbing, a stress-free Emiko sighed softly, "Ooh, that was just what I needed. With this wine and your massage, I feel so sleepy..."
As Emiko relaxed, she pulled my arms under hers and snuggled trustingly in my embrace. Leaning limply against my thumping chest, she mumbled, "Hold me, Ernie. I'm so comfortable right now. I'm so glad you are back home and are mine again." And with that, Emiko dozed in my embrace as her hands slowly drifted to her lap.
Holding my breath, I slowly parted and inched back her kimono to reveal her slender snow-white form. With her kimono opened, I gazed at her tantalizing body and quickly realized that Emiko was not what I expected. Her breasts were small gentle mounds that barely rose from her otherwise flat chest. Emiko's nipples were nothing more than little fleshy bumps that weren't much bigger than mine and rose from puffy dime-sized pink areolas. Even though I knew that numerous lovers had sucked those tiny titties of hers, I could help but think of how tantalizingly her small boobs looked.
