The New Nanny and Her Family’s Secret

My eyes adjusted to the morning light, and I sat up in bed, taking in my surroundings. The small room was cozy, with a low ceiling and a single window that looked out onto the side of the garden. I pulled on a pair of black slippers and left my room, the sound of birds singing outside my window still echoing in my ears.

“Morning,” I said, entering the lounge area, where my mom was busy making breakfast.

“Hi sweetie, are you hungry?” she asked, as she kissed me on the cheek.

“Not that much, I’d kill for some water though,” I replied, pulling a glass out of the cupboard.

“Listen, I have to go to the main house as Mr Berkley wants to introduce me to the Robertson’s, show me the interior of the house and teach me the rules.” My mom said, as she placed two slices of toast on a plate and handed it to me.

“Oh okay,” I replied, starting on the first slice.

A few minutes later, I found myself alone sitting on the couch, with no TV or radio to keep me company. The only sounds were a leaf blower in the distance and the birds outside. I was stuck in a strange new place, with no idea what to do.

I decided to sit under the massive tree outside and get a good view of the mansion. I grabbed my sketchbook and favorite pencil and headed outside.

I sat down with my back against the tree, opened a new page, and started drawing. The back of the mansion was almost as impressive as the front, with large windows and statues adorning the walls and roof.

I must have been drawing for about two hours when a sudden voice behind me made me jump out of my skin.

“Wow, that’s really good,” a young guy about my age said, looking down at my sketch.

‘Jesus!’ I yelled out loud, quickly getting up and brushing against the tree.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the guy said, taking a step back.

I looked at him, trying to calm down. “It’s okay, it’s just…I wasn’t expecting anyone to come out of nowhere.”

“I’m Max, by the way,” the guy said, holding out his hand.

“Lucian,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“What brings you here?” Max asked, looking at my sketchbook.

“My mom works here as a maid,” I explained.

“Ah, I see,” Max said, nodding. “I’m a guest here too. My family owns a bunch of properties around the world, and we’re visiting the Robertson’s for a bit.”

“That’s cool,” I said, looking at Max with interest.

“Yeah, it’s not so bad,” Max said, smiling. “Want to show me around the garden?”

“Sure,” I replied, tucking my sketchbook under my arm.

We started walking through the garden, Max pointing out different features and asking me questions about my drawing.

“You’re really talented,” Max said, as we reached the edge of the garden.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Do you want to come with me to the main house?” Max asked, looking at me with a mischievous grin.

“I don’t know…my mom is going to be there,” I said, unsure.

“It’ll be fine,” Max said, reassuring me. “Besides, I think we’d have more fun together than with your mom.”

I looked at Max, considering his offer. Maybe it would be fun to explore the main house with someone else.

Brandon stood before me, his eyes locked onto mine with a deep longing that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Please,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “just listen to me.”

I felt a surge of anger and confusion, but my legs seemed to move of their own accord, leading me towards the door and outside to the tree. The cool night air enveloped me, a stark contrast to the warmth I felt emanating from Brandon’s presence.

“Today I experienced two things I have never seen or done before,” he began, his voice trembling with emotion.

“I met a guy who made me feel like I can be myself, and I saw a side of my father I never knew existed.” His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the sincerity and vulnerability shining through.

“I would never speak to you like that, Lucian,” he continued, his voice cracking with emotion, “and I really want us to be friends. My father doesn’t understand, and I think he’s scared you’ll…

“Scared you’ll what?” I asked, my anger and hurt simmering just below the surface.

“Fall in love with you,” Brandon replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes avoiding mine as he stared at the ground.

“Wait, what?” I asked, my mind reeling in shock and confusion.

“I came out to my parents about two weeks ago,” Brandon explained, his voice still trembling with emotion.

“My dad didn’t take it well, and we’ve been having a weird relationship ever since. Almost like a piece was lost between us.” He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

“So, you’re gay?” I asked, still trying to process what I was hearing.

“Yup,” Brandon replied, a small smile on his face.

“But why would your dad think you’ll fall in love with me?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.

As I stood there, gazing up at the mansion’s row of lights, I couldn’t help but notice the quiet stillness of the swimming pool. The reflection of the mansion’s facade was perfectly mirrored in the water, and the thousands of stars above seemed to be twinkling in unison with the lights.

Brandon’s voice broke the silence, his words slow and deliberate. “Lucian, I really would like us to be friends. You’re funny, smart, and… well, you’re good-looking, and I’d love to be your friend.”

My heart skipped a beat as I felt a flutter in my stomach. I tried to brush it off, but Brandon’s gaze seemed to hold me captive. “You won’t make any moves on me, right?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Brandon’s laughter was like music, and I found myself smiling along with him. “HAHA! No, I won’t! I’ve been gay for two weeks now, what do I know about making moves on guys?” He chuckled, and I felt a pang of… something.

As we sat there, the silence between us became almost palpable. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, like I was caught in a web of emotions I didn’t understand.

Brandon’s words cut through the air, loud and clear. “You know what? Screw my dad. If I want to spend time with you, then so be it! My dad can shove his fears into a well for all I care. I do what I want!”

I gaped at him, unsure of how to react. Part of me wanted to be angry, to tell him that he was being reckless and irresponsible. But another part of me… another part of me wanted to be there with him, to support him in his defiance.

As I stood up to leave, I felt a pang of guilt. I knew I couldn’t risk anything, not with my mom’s job on the line. “Sorry, Brandon. I think I’m just going to call it a night. Thanks for the awesome day, though. I really had fun.”

Brandon looked disappointed, but I knew I had to be firm. I turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the darkness.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Brandon was watching me, that he was waiting for me to make a move. But I knew I couldn’t, not yet.

As I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of restlessness. My dreams were filled with visions of Brandon’s face, his smile, his eyes. And when I woke up, I felt a sense of loss, like I was mourning the loss of something I never had.

I tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on my day ahead. But as I got ready for school, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. What was going on with me? Why did I feel this way about Brandon?

As I walked to the bus stop, I saw a yellow Camaro speeding past me. Brandon was driving, and for a moment, our eyes met. But he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. It was like he was avoiding me, or maybe he was just trying to make a point.

I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to run after him, to tell him that I was sorry, that I didn’t mean to hurt him. But another part of me… another part of me was glad he was gone.

As I got on the bus, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. I was one step closer to leaving this place behind, to starting fresh in a new school.

But as I looked out the window, I saw the mansion in the distance, its lights twinkling like stars. And I knew that no matter where I went, a part of me would always be there, tied to this place, to Brandon, and to the emotions that seemed to be consuming me.

I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation. I knew I had to face my feelings, to confront them head-on. But for now, I just sat there, lost in thought, as the bus drove away from the mansion, leaving me to wonder what the future held.

I stood outside the mansion, gazing up at the sprawling structure that was now my home. Thirty-five minutes ago, I had walked into the school, trying to blend in with the unfamiliar surroundings. Kids chattered excitedly about the weekend, while I struggled to keep up with the conversation. I was the new kid, after all.

The reception desk beckoned, and after a few minutes, I was holding my class schedule in hand. The bell rang, and the school erupted into a cacophony of activity. I had no idea where to go, but a few students pointed me in the right direction. First period was English in room twenty-four, and so it went on throughout the day.

I trudged through the day, trying to make sense of the new classes and unfamiliar faces. The new kid, I thought to myself, as I made my way to biology. I longed to be back home, where everything was familiar and comforting. But that was impossible, not yet.

As I walked into the changing room for PE, I spotted Brandon standing at the back, laughing with his friends. He didn’t notice me at first, and I took the opportunity to change quickly, my eyes drifting towards him every now and then. He was undressing, his perfectly defined abs on full display, and I couldn’t help but stare.

He was really fit, and I found myself getting lost in the sight of him. But the voice in my head snapped me back to reality, and I quickly averted my gaze. By the time I was done changing, everyone had left, and I was alone in the changing room.

We were doing a fitness assessment exercise on the baseball court, and the gym teacher, who also happened to be the football coach, welcomed me with a warm smile.

“Hi Everyone! This is Lucian Bardon. He transferred from Seattle. Let’s all make him feel at home,” Coach Lucian Bardon said, his eyes scanning the room.

There was a murmur of hellos, and the coach announced the fitness exercise assessment. We had to run, climb, and do sit-ups to see who was slacking. I tried to catch Brandon’s eye, but there was too much movement to focus on anyone in particular.

When the coach finally announced the last lap, I felt a surge of relief. “Seems Seattle’s training isn’t too bad if I compare you to this lot,” Coach Bardon said, patting me on the back.

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to catch my breath.

I glanced over my shoulder, just in time to see Brandon looking away, trying to avoid eye contact. I felt a surge of anger, wondering if he was pretending not to know me. But I pushed the thought aside and continued with the exercise.

As I walked out of the school, I spotted Brandon’s Camaro stopping next to me. He was getting out of the car, his eyes locked on mine.

“Lucian! Wait!” he yelled over the rain.

I ignored him, continuing to walk. But he caught up to me, his face inches from mine.

“Lucian, please! I need to talk to you!” he said, his voice urgent.

“What? What do you want?” I spun around, my heart racing.

“You ignored me the whole day, and now you want to talk to me?” I asked, my anger simmering just below the surface.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to talk to you… I didn’t know what to do…” he replied, his eyes welling up with tears.

I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. I was still angry, still confused. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that made me pause.

“You are killing me! I… I…” I stuttered, but the words failed me.

I thought I was going to hit him, be angry at him for not talking to me. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that made me stop. I saw a spark of recognition, of understanding.

And then it hit me, like a ton of bricks. I was angry because I had feelings for him. I was angry because I didn’t know what to do with them. And as I looked at him, I knew that I had to be honest with myself.

I lunged forward, my lips crashing into his. He was taken aback at first, but then he kissed me back, his lips warm and inviting.

I felt a rush of excitement, of lust. Every cell in my body was on fire, and I knew that I couldn’t stop. Not now, not ever.

As we stood there, kissing each other, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

I pulled back, my body cold from the rain. He looked at me, his eyes locked on mine.

“I’ve really wanted to do that for a while now…” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think I wanted too…” I replied, my heart racing.

“Let’s get out of the rain,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the car.

I felt like I was floating on air, like nothing could bring me down. And as we drove up to the mansion, I knew that I had made a choice. A choice that would change my life forever.

As we pulled into the garage, I felt a pang of fear. What would his parents think? Would they be okay with us being together?

“Thanks for the lift back home,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Can we talk later?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

“Err… Sure…” I replied, watching as he removed his wet shirt.

“See you,” I said, quickly getting out of the car.

The rain was still coming down hard as I walked back to our small house at the back. I undressed and ran straight into the warm bath, feeling the water envelop me like a warm hug.

My mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, but I knew that I had to be honest with myself. I had feelings for Brandon, and I couldn’t deny them any longer.

A few hours later, my mom came home, and we sat down to dinner. I tried to avoid talking about Brandon, but she asked me if my new friend had shown me around the school.

“Err… No…” I replied, feeling a pang of guilt.

She dropped the subject, but I knew that I couldn’t avoid her forever. I had to be honest with her, eventually.

As I lay in bed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. And then I heard it, the sound of someone tapping on my window.

“Tap” What was that…?” “Tap” I heard it again.

I got up, wearing only my boxer briefs, and walked towards the window. I opened it slightly, and Brandon’s face lit up when he saw me.

“Dude. It’s like two AM,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down.

“I wanted to see you. Get back,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine.

“Shssss! My mom hears me, she will kill me. We have school tomorrow,” I said, trying to reason with him.

“How did you even get out? Doesn’t Mr Berkley activate the alarm when he locks up downstairs?” I asked, watching as he climbed through the window.

“I climbed down from the ivy ladder by my window. Besides… I really wanted to see you,” he replied, his eyes drifting towards my underwear.

I felt a surge of embarrassment, but I pushed it aside. I was happy to see him, despite the circumstances.

“Don’t… You look really sexy…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I’m getting back in bed,” I said, trying to hide my arousal.

“Good idea. I’ll join you,” he replied, pulling off his hoodie and getting into bed with me.

We lay there, staring at each other, and I felt a rush of excitement. I had never felt this way before, and I didn’t know what to do with these feelings.

“So, what now?” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.

“I don’t know. You came to me and woke me up. You’re semi-naked in my bed. You tell me ‘what now’,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his lips brushing against mine.

I felt a rush of excitement, of lust. Every cell in my body was on fire, and I knew that I couldn’t stop. Not now, not ever.

As we lay there, kissing each other, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me close as his lips continued to explore mine. I felt a sudden jolt as his body pressed against mine, the hardness of his erection undeniable against mine.

He drew back, his lips tracing a path to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, pulling him closer, the intensity of my desire overwhelming.

“Wait,” he said, suddenly releasing me, his eyes burning with restraint.

“Maybe we should take things slow,” he continued, his voice low and husky. “I really like you, and I don’t want to rush into anything that might ruin everything. I came down here to tell you how amazing you are, and maybe we can end the conversation with a kiss.”

“Ok… This is all new to me too,” I replied, pulling myself up, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty swirling inside me.

“Yeah?” he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Feel here,” he said, guiding my hand to his erection, the precum glistening on the tip.

The length and width of him took my breath away, and I could barely wrap my fingers around him.

This is incredible, I thought to myself, before letting go, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

“I’m going to head back,” he said, jumping out of bed, and within minutes, he was dressed and out the window.

“See you in the morning,” he called out, turning back to me before disappearing into the night.

“Almost forgot,” he said, reappearing at the window, his eyes locked on mine.

He pulled me into a fierce kiss, the world around me melting away.

I was left staring into space, still feeling the aftershocks of his kiss, my body still thrumming with desire.

I was hard, my cock aching for release, and within minutes, I was frantically jerking myself off, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, shooting streams of sperm across my chest and stomach.

I collapsed back onto the bed, spent, and within minutes, I was asleep, lost in a world of dreams.