I come from Old Money. In fact, my great-great-great-grandmother was Elizabeth Lowell, the sister of astronomer Percival Lowell. Yes, that means that in the day, we were the Lowells who spoke only to Cabots, who in turn spoke only to God.
I was my parents' fifth-born, and youngest, child. And I was always shy and socially awkward. As a result, my parents decided that even though my siblings were going to elite private schools, I was to be homeschooled. And when my siblings went to business school and learned how to run the family business, I was to be shipped off at age 18 to a family property - one of numerous "vacation houses", this one all the way on the West Coast - with an older woman who was ostensibly to be a maid. In reality, her job was to make sure I was kept out of sight. Black sheep of the family doesn't begin to describe me.
I was, of course, so pale as to almost be albino. That's what happens when you're never let outside. Scarlet, the "maid" sent with me, was the sixth generation of her family to be as much a part of the Lowell family as the Lowells themselves. Her mother, father, grandparents, etc. to six generations back had been butlers and maids and cooks for us. Scarlet's skin was coal black, and she was about 30 years old. Tall, strong, pleasantly plump, and buxom, with one of those amazing black girl rear ends, she was a contrast to my skinny, unmuscled self. My parents were giving her $20,000 a year (plus, of course, room and board at the vacation house) and she was expected to use that money to keep her and me fed and clothed. Any extra would simply accumulate in her bank account.
Scarlet had two kids, but after her husband's untimely death while off work - he was driving to the mall and got T-boned by a speeding drunk who ran a red light - her mother and father had taken them in, as the experience was too much for Scarlet to deal with. So, we both had our own issues and were essentially being tucked out of the way. Scarlet had her tubes tied after her husband's death, as the idea of ever having more kids was too traumatic.
"We're here, Will."
Scarlet's voice intruded on my thoughts. We had indeed arrived at the country house which would now be our permanent new home. Our essentials had been sent ahead and already put away, of course. There was food for a week, so Scarlet wouldn't have to shop immediately. We got out of the rented limo and walked inside.
My bedroom was luxurious. Stocked book shelves, 36 inch TV, large and comfortable bed, attached bathroom with bathtub. Scarlet had a nice, though not as luxurious, room, and the living room, kitchen and hall were spacious. There was a working hot tub and an indoor pool. Several guest rooms, which we would now not need but could use to store things in, completed the house. Several computers were available, scattered around.
It was 12:33 p.m. Scarlet prepared us lunch, and afterwards, I lounged in the living room and watched the first two Harry Potter movies. Scarlet brought dinner at around 6. I watched Thursday Night Football, then another Harry Potter movie, and grabbed a snack before proceeding to bed.
The next day, I mucked around on the computer all day. Scarlet brought my meals to me and I ate them while sitting at the desk mucking around online.
On Saturday, I spent the entire day watching college football, from 9 am until the last game ended just after 11 pm. I ate my meals on a TV tray. And I did the same thing on Sunday watching pro football.
"You like football, I see," Scarlet observed, bringing me dinner during halftime of the Sunday night game.
"I do," I acknowledged.
"I'm going to go shopping tomorrow, Will," Scarlet continued. "Is there any sort of food you particularly want?"
I shrugged. "Meat."
"Oh, don't you worry about that," Scarlet chuckled. "I'm no vegetarian."
One of Scarlet's duties was actually still to be a maid. No, she didn't dress in one of those slutty "maid outfits" you see in pornos. In fact, she had on a pretty sundress that came down slightly below her knees. But it still showed off her figure nicely. When she vacuumed the living room on Tuesday, my eyes wandered to her thick, muscular rump.
She turned around to unplug the vacuum. "Enjoying the view, Will?"
Busted.
"I do appreciate being admired. All women like to feel pretty. But your eyes were like laser beams."
I blushed. "I'm sorry, Scarlet."
She walked over to me. "Look, I get it. You're 18, your hormones are going wild, and there's only one woman you can look at unless you watch porn."
I nodded. "And you're objectively attractive."
"You, not so much," Scarlet replied. Her eyes strayed to to my crotch, where a large bulge was visible. "But your equipment looks serviceable."
"We are by ourselves out here..."
"Don't tempt me, Will. I haven't had sex since my husband died."
"I've never had it."
"And you won't have it with me. I'm an employee, and it would be improper for me to have a relationship with you."
"I won't tell..."
"Well, don't try to rush me. Rule #1 is you never try to pressure a woman."
"Is it OK if I ogle you? You really are lovely."
"I appreciate the compliment. Sure. You can look at me as much as you want, just don't touch."
So for the next few weeks, I openly admired Scarlet's marvelous body (and booty.) She started smiling at me a bit more when we were chatting.
"Will, I just received a notification that from now on, I am to buy our groceries online and have them delivered."
"So... we're essentially being put under house arrest? Not allowed to leave the premises?"
"I don't think that was the intent, but... yes, that will be the effect."
"At least it's a gilded cage. Want to go swimming?"
"Sure, Will."
Scarlet looked absolutely magnificent in her bikini. I admired every curve on her body, from her kissable neck to her full breasts to her marvelous butt. And her legs were insane. My cock was instantly hard.
She looked at the bulge in my swimsuit. "You really like me a lot."
"You are incredibly sexy."
