The Nanny -- Christmas
This is the third in a series of stories about my sister's nanny and our adventures. Everyone in the story is over nineteen years of age. The people in the story are fictitious and are not based on anyone living now, in the past, or, as far as I know, in the future. The story is written as fun, and hopefully, will be an enjoyable read.
It was late December. School had been out for a few weeks. I had graduated, but given all the confusion Covid introduced, I didn't go through the commencement ceremony. I settled for a good night out with some friends and a congratulatory fuck from my stepsister, Julie. I had finished up a project for a professor in the engineering college. With that completed, I was done working for the university and was unemployed.
The company I had secured a 'real world' job with lost a government contract, so all hiring had been frozen. It looked like I would be moving home, until I found something else. That almost sounds like bad news, but it meant I could spend the next semester looking for work until Missy graduated next spring. I had already made up my mind that I was going to look in the same cities as she did. I wasn't sure about marriage yet, but I was sure I wanted to stay in her life.
It had been about six weeks since that weekend at the cabin when we learned about Julie and my parent's sexual appetites. We had left our little contribution after theirs on the videotape we had found. I had no way of knowing whether our message had been found. I still wasn't sure if I wanted our message to be found.
Mom wasn't my biological mother. Mom was Julie's mom and my stepmother. But she had been part of the family even before Dad married her after my biological mom left us. She was the person who kissed my knee when I skinned it and took care of me when I was sick. I don't know how or when it was ingrained in me, that mothers and sisters were off-limits when it came to sex, but it was. But last year, things changed when Julie broke through those limits and got me to fuck her. She was my stepsister, not my sister.
Now I was thinking about Mom and Aunt Betty. I had watched parts of that tape in my mind several times, since the night we found it. Mom and Aunt Betty were both hot. They were both well-toned. Mom and large breasts that bounced violently when she moved. Aunt Betty's breasts were much smaller, but her athleticism more than made up for it. Aunt Betty could get her body into positions that hurt me just watching her.
I was able to get through most of that. Neither Mom nor Aunt Betty were blood-related. The idea that I seemed to keep getting hung up on was the picture of Dad fucking Missy or Julie. I had seen both of them fucked by friends at parties. Somehow having my father fucking them was a different feeling. Why was I jealous of my father fucking my girlfriend and stepsister, but I wasn't jealous of other guys doing the same thing?
Here I was, about to take the last exit off the expressway. The exit would lead Julie and me home in about fifteen minutes. Julie and I had packed up yesterday. All my personal belongings from the apartment were in the back of my truck. Julie--actually, Mom and Dad--would be taking over the rent on the apartment. Julie would find a roommate over the break or during the next semester and take over the rent payments at that point.
"So, do you think they saw the video?" Julie asked.
"How would I know and stop reading my mind," I growled back, not wanting to spend any more time thinking about it.
"I expected to hear something from them," Julie said, sounding shaken.
"You can't be nervous about something that hasn't happened. For all you know, they haven't been to the cabin since we were there," I said, curtly.
"But Aunt Betty and Uncle Paul live there," said Julie, in the same, shaken voice.
"Do you think they watch that sex tape every night?" I replied.
"I don't know," she said, quietly.
"They aren't horny teenagers like you. They probably haven't watched it since they made it," I said silently, hoping I was right.
"Do you think so?" Julie asked.
"Hell no, did you see them? They were all over each other. They probably watch it twice a day," I hollered.
That broke Julie out of her funk, and she started laughing.
"Just imagine the look on their face when they realized there was more on their tape now," she said.
"And just imagine the phone call when they realized who it was," I said, smiling inside at how I had just reignited Julie's fears.
There were tears in Julie's eyes, as we pulled up to the house.
"Girl, I'm just kidding. If they were mad about the video, they would have called us or come out to see us."
"Yeah, probably," she said, with a sniffle.
"Are you afraid of them being angry? If you are--first, they have no place to be angry, considering we got the idea from them. Second, like I said earlier, we would know it by now if they were angry. Finally, they would be mad at Missy and me. We are the adults in their minds, you are still their little girl, so they would be yelling at us, not you."
"Yeah, it's all your fault. You turned me into your fuck-toy," she said, much happier.
"I kind of remember that the other way around," I said, with a smile. "Now, let's just go inside and act like nothing has happened. The first move is theirs."
With that, we grabbed bags and headed for the house. Unloading the remainder of my items would wait for later.
"Hello, Don't tase me," I yelled, as we walked into the house.
"In the kitchen," was the familiar reply of Missy's voice.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked, after a quick kiss and a longer hug.
"You're Mom's dealing with some Navy stuff, and your dad is on a flight. Both swear they will be home for Christmas," said Missy.
"It's two days before Christmas," said Julie, obviously pissed at the situation.
"Don't worry. The ship is in port, so your mom is just a few hours away. The port operations are shutting down for the week between Christmas and New Year's, so she'll be here the whole week. Your dad is on the return leg of his trip and promises he will be here Christmas Eve, at the latest," assured Missy.
"So, we have the house to ourselves 'til then," I said, hugging Missy again.
"Yes, and now that you two are here, we can get it decorated," said Missy, in a no-nonsense voice.
"Can we have some dinner first? We haven't eaten since we stopped in Nashville," I whined.
"That sounds like a good idea. We can pick up a tree, a couple of wreaths, and some garland," said Missy, in a very authoritative voice.
"Okay, 'Mom'," said Julie, as she skipped out of the room, laughing at the look on Missy's face.
"What was that about?" asked Missy, looking at me.
"You're just more 'take charge' than usual tonight," I said, smiling.
"I just love decorating for Christmas," said Missy.
"It will be fine. Just remember, there are some traditions we have as a family. Some things can be changed, but others can't. Just be sensitive to any pushback from Julie," I said, smiling warmly at Missy.
We went to Julie's favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner. Julie told Missy all about the last couple of weeks of school. There was a boy Julie had met that she was going to be 'talking' to over the holidays. I hadn't met this new guy. Now that I had graduated, I probably never would. I just had to hope that whatever Missy and I taught her stuck.
God, is this what it's like being a parent, I thought to myself. She's on her own, and all I can do is hope. I've got some friends up there still that I can get to look out for her.
We finished our dinner and went to a tree lot we had passed on the way to dinner. Once there, we started walking around looking.
"There isn't much left on the lot, is there," I said to a kid about Julie's age, who came over to help us.
"Considering Christmas is only two days away, we've got more than I would like to have," he said.
He probably shouldn't have said that. No way is he getting full price now, I thought.
"Do you have any wreaths and garland?" Missy asked.
"It's over here," the kid said, pointing toward the RV in the center of the lot.
"Julie, go with her," I said.
I continued looking around for a tree. It needed to be around six to seven feet tall but no taller than eight feet, I thought to myself. It has to be as filled out as we can get, but everything here is pretty scrawny. There is one big ten-footer that would be perfect if we could just shrink it.
Then it hit me --
we would get the ten-footer and cut it down to size. This guy wasn't going to get it sold at this point, so I bet I could get it for the price of a regular seven-foot tree.
I stood by the tree, waiting patiently for Julie and Missy. I was beginning to wonder if they were okay when I saw them walking towards me with the Christmas Tree kid in tow.
"All of your trees look pretty sad," I said. "The only one you have that's worth anything is this ten-footer here." I continued motioning toward the tree.
"That won't fit in the den," said Julie, almost on cue.
"I can cut it to whatever size you want," volunteered the kid.
That was too easy, I thought to myself.
"Great," I said, "How much?"
I was afraid to hear the answer.
"Oh, the ladies paid already," he said.
I looked at the girls very disapprovingly. "Okay, let's get it cut up and in the truck," I said.
It didn't take long to get the tree cut down to size and in the back of the truck. Still having a significant part of my belongings in the truck, I made Julie sit in the back seat with the garland in her lap, on the way home.
"So, what the hell was that all about?" I grumbled, as we left the parking lot.
"Well, when I got behind the RV, Missy and Tod were talking about the garland. He wasn't budging on the price, so I asked him what he would give us if I gave him a blowjob," said Julie, immediately.
"You didn't!" I yelled.
"No, she didn't, but as they say, that got him in the mood to negotiate," Missy said. "By the time we finished with him, the poor boy was so confused he gave us everything in exchange for a phone number."
"You gave him your phone number. Just how do you think that's going to end?" I yelled, as I looked at Julie through the rearview mirror.
"Not my number," Julie said, laughing.
I looked over at Missy with a shocked, hurt look.
"No, don't even go there," Missy said, looking at me.
"So, whose number did you give him?" I yelled.
"Yours," said Julie. "He likes guys and thought you were cute."
