Why the hell did I notice her enough to question it? Why is my cock hard thinking about her firm, speared nipples, or the way her heavy breasts hung beneath her dress, and how’d they’d feel against my tongue?
We’re at the lake, it’s the first sunny day we’ve had in a week, and I’ve got a cold beer in my hand and my pole in the water. The last thing I should even be thinking about is my best friend’s daughter and her bra situation.
Hell, my kids are playing ten feet away. What’s wrong with me?
Lord knows I shouldn’t be thinking about whether or not my nanny was wearing a bra, or about her perfect, bouncy, little tits, or the way her hair falls off her shoulders, a few strands curling near her nipples.
I don’t keep up with the bible much these days, but I’m pretty sure it’s a sin to picture my best buddy’s daughter bent over and spread wide, her little, pink pussy on display while I thrust my old, perverted cock deep inside of her.
“Dad!” Cora shouts, rightfully interrupting my ill-timed delusions. “When is Ms. V coming? She said she’d behere in an hour. Has it been an hour?” My daughter stares toward me with big, brown eyes that soften every rough edge I’ve ever had. She’s only five and I already know I’m gonna miss days like this.
“It’s only been forty-five minutes, bug. We gotta give her time.”
“Okay,” Cora sighs before skipping back toward the beach where my son Jake sits squeezing sand through his hand quietly. He’s four next month, and he still hasn’t said a word. I’ve taken him to so many doctors. They all say words like‘developmental delay,’but none of them have answers on when or if he’ll ever let me hear his voice. Their advice is always‘give it time.’
I guess Cora is her father’s daughter… because waiting is bullshit.
I scrub my hand down over my face as Cora settles next to Jake at the water’s edge. She’s always talking to him, telling him stories, and doesn’t seem bothered that he doesn’t talk back. It probably sounds terrible, but these days, I follow her lead when it comes to my son.
I try to talk like Cora does, steady and patient, and I hope that someday, in his own time, he’ll say something back. Lord knows that my anxiety with all of this isn’t going to make him speak any sooner.
I wish I had more hours in the day to spend with the kids. Maybe then things would be different around here. Between the distillery and the ranch, I’m fairly strung out for time. I thought a nanny was the way to go, and when my best buddy offered the help of his daughter, I figured it was the perfect fit. I know Violet very well, and the fact that she could only be here temporarily was perfect. It wasintended to be a trial period to get us through the summer hump.
Now, I don’t ever want her to leave. Even when she takes a day off, I miss her. Sure, it’s in part because of the way she takes care of the house and the kids, but if I’m really honest with myself, I miss her presence.
Her soft voice.
Her thick, round curves.
The way she moves.
My cock stretches outward at the mere thought of her full hips pressed into the countertop as she lifts up onto her toes for a cup on the top shelf. I’ve been blaming this on the fact that I’m a lonely man and that it’s human nature for a man to be attracted to a woman with curves as thick as Violet’s.
That’s what I tell myself.
I tell myself these lies because it makes me feel better about the fact that I’ve had fantasies about Violet long before she came to work for me. Back then, they were easy to push away given the fact that I didn’t see her every day.
Now that she’s in my house, the attraction I have to her is a completely different story. Now, I see every cute little outfit, every nighttime T-shirt, and every late-night walk to the bathroom with messy hair and no bra.
My cock strains against my shorts and an aching urge gnaws at me like a hunger I’ve never felt. I don’t know what to do about this. It’s sick. It’s sick and I should probably find someone else to watch the kids. It makes the most sense. But who? Who would I find that I trust like Itrust Violet? Who would I find that’s as good with Jake and Cora?
I can control myself.
I need to control myself!
I glance at my watch. It’s been two minutes since I told Cora forty-five. I guess my impatience is showing too.
“Look at this, Dad!” Cora runs from across the beach, her little feet digging into the sand as she squeezes something tight in her fist. I love this about her. She’s so inquisitive, and she still looks at me like I’m her hero. “See,” she says, opening her small hand slowly, “it’s a rock with a pink stripe.”
“That’s quartzite,” I say, brushing my finger over the rough stone. “The ancient giants carried it from the mountaintops eons ago. Legend has it that only the kindest of hearts can read its messages.”
“Dad,” she tilts her head to the side and narrows her gaze like I’m full of it, “you told me last week giants don’t exist.”
“What?”
Her eyes roll to the side as a cloud hides the sun. “When we were reading the beanstalk story.”
“Oh, well,” I clear my throat and take the rock from her hand, “they don’t exist anymore. They used to, but then they turned to mountains.”
