5 comments/ 14855 views/ 0 favorites Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny Ch. 02 By: EverydayMermaid It had been nearly three months since Rachel, a nanny for world famous celebrity couple, Ryan and Anne, had seduced Ryan in her guest house one night after work. Since then, they sought out every chance they could to be close together, even if nothing sexual could come of it. During a few trips out taking the kids shopping, some tabloid photos showed up. Rachel panicked when Anne brought them to Ryan and Rachel, but she quickly realized that Anne thought it was a huge joke. Ever since the Emmy's, the paparazzi had been hunting Ryan and Anne for any sign of dirt. As far as celebrity couples went, they were too clean. Getting photographs of Ryan out with another woman and their kids was perfect fodder for any photographer or dirt journalist. The photos were always grainy shots of Ryan and Rachel, one or the other carrying the youngest of the four kids. One photo had Ryan's hand on Rachel's back at a street corner. Hard as they tried, no one was able to photograph anything incriminating. The reports, however, were always filled with how the two looked like they were in love, sharing secrets, laughing together, and looked into each other's eyes with lust. "It's garbage, but it's good garbage," said Anne. "I mean, it won't be a picnic for you, Rachel, but you've got us to back you up. We need you around the house, and I'm sorry the press is giving you such a hard time. Pretty soon they'll find something better to chase after. It won't hurt for ratings boots for either of our shows. And yes, I'm horrible for saying it. But it's true." Aside from the few teases from Anne, life went pretty much back to normal around the house. Soon, summer was upon them, and Anne's show took an earlier hiatus than Ryan's. He was writing an article for an entertainment magazine and had been locking himself in his office at home every second he was there. Anne summoned Rachel to the house and gave her some startling news. "Ray, I hate to do this on such short notice, but my mother is being a complete moron and actually scheduled her wedding for my ONE week off of the season. She wants us all to fly out, but Ryan's being... well, Ryan's being Ryan, and he won't leave until he finishes the article." She seemed frantic as she flashed around from the bedroom and back, packing bags, gathering toys, all the while, Rachel followed. "Can you do me a favor? I know it's not your usual job description, but can you keep an eye on Ryan? You should be having this week off, too, but someone has to make sure he remembers to do things like eat... breathe... those kinds of things." Rachel was stunned. Anne was asking Rachel to stay home alone with her husband for a full week? "Well," Rachel pretended to hesitate, "I guess I could manage. And just think, if you need to check up on us, you can turn on the Entertainment Tonight and find out about our torrid affair while you're gone." Anne laughed. She laughed a full hearted laugh. "You're really the best. I don't know who could possible handle the pressure you are under from this insane business." She gave Rachel a long hug, one that may have lasted a moment too long by some standards. "To be perfectly honest, I'm astonished Ryan hasn't come on to you, yet." Anne said directly into Rachel's eyes. I mean, you're young, you're beautiful... you're everything I didn't want in a nanny because I was worried some young girl would be all over him and steal him away from me." Rachel chuckled softly, "Oh, Anne, I've got nothing on you. You're gorgeous, full of personality. Cameras love you. Clearly more than me! I look terrible in those tabloids!" She smiled. "Ryan loves you and the kids. You have nothing to worry about." Anne dropped the pair of children's jeans she'd been holding and leaned to kiss Rachel on the lips. It was a light, tentative kiss, but a kiss on the lips nonetheless. Immediately, Anne blushed. "I'm sorry. I go on jabbering all the time justifying how Ryan is safe with you when I find myself thinking about you." She sighed, and reached down to pick up the clothes, flustered all over again. "God! When am I going to learn how to shut up? It's this whole wedding thing. My parents were so happily divorced. Why she decided to get married again seems like... She's doing this to get on my nerves!" Rachel stopped Anne. She gently took the clothes from Anne's hands and carefully folded them into an open suitcase. "You don't have to shut up. The thought of you finding me attractive is nothing but flattering. If you think I've had only pure thoughts about both of you in all this time, then you'd assume me to be inhuman. It's natural. I've been living with you for nearly five years now. I'm sure you have thoughts about people you work with. People you watch on TV. I'm just another fixture in the household. One that happens to not be related to you. It's really okay." Anne closed the suitcase and sat on the side of her youngest daughter's bed. "Are you going to tell Ryan I kissed you?" Rachel shrugged. "Do you want me to? Frankly, it could go either way. I don't want you to feel guilty for keeping a completely benign secret, and it is benign... you didn't do anything wrong." Anne's voice was soft, "What if I did do something wrong?" "What do you mean?" Anne stood and kissed Rachel again, this time, she softly pressed her mouth against Rachel's and began probing her it open slightly enough for her tongue. As Anne probed around her mouth, she reached out and held Rachel's face in her hands. Rachel wound her arms around Anne's neck and invitingly continued the kiss. Their tongues traded places several times in one another's mouth and Rachel could taste the vanilla lip gloss she was wearing which matched perfectly with the strawberry lip balm on Rachel's lips. As they relished in the kiss, Anne's hands roamed downward and found their way over Rachel's breasts, which were small, perfect handful sized. The kiss had caused Rachel's nipples to be so erect, Anne could feel them through Rachel's bra and t-shirt. Reluctantly, when the kiss broke, Anne's hands were still planted firmly on Rachel's chest. "I would pay a lot of money for tits like those." Rachel couldn't help but laugh, since these words were the furthest from her imagination. "Why would you want to? You've got nice big ones." Rachel dared let her hands dwell down over the swell of Anne's breasts. "They're full and beautiful, and think about it, you've fed four beautiful kids from them," and then with a slight tinge of jealousy, "and probably Ryan more than once." Anne giggled. "I guess I'm just suffering from aging. Hearing that my own mother is on her second marriage and I'm hauling my four children to attend isn't really making me feel very young." "Well, that's total crap," said Rachel. "So what if your mother's getting married again? So what that you have four kids? So what if you age at all? As long as you feel beautiful, you are. I mean, look at you. You stay in shape, and you are an amazing model. I've seen a lot of pictures of in the time I've lived here. You have nothing to worry about." With another soft kiss, Anne thanked Rachel. "Let's not tell Ryan about this. His hours are long, he doesn't get much time at home, and when he is, it's like he's always working. He doesn't need anything else to worry about." Rachel thought she should have felt guilty, knowing she'd had sex with Ryan in the past, but she didn't. Now they both had secrets with her, and she was content to keep them. At the moment, even as she was helping Anne pack for her week in Florida, she kept thinking that she'd have a week alone with Ryan. Anne's voice finally snapped her out of her active imagination. "Ryan's locked in his office, of course, the kids don't get out of school for another hour. I figured I'll just pack up the car and head straight to the airport from there. They won't like it but I don't have much of a choice." Rachel nodded. Do you want me to follow you and help you at the airport? Anne shook her head, "No, I can manage the kids way better than Ryan can." She chuckled, "But there is one thing you could help me with..." With her finger, she beckoned Rachel into the master bedroom. Rachel had very seldom been in that room of the house. Even as Rachel's room and the guest house were her sanctuaries, the offices and the master bedroom were Anne and Ryan's. Anne closed the door behind her. "Feel free to say no, but I want to ask if I can see you naked." Rachel, who's brain stopped for a moment, could do very little but nod. With Anne's help, her t-shirt was pulled up over her head. While Rachel unzipped her own jeans, Anne unhooked Rachel's bra. Rachel stepped out of her jeans and shivered slightly as Anne's perfectly manicured fingers slipped under the band of Rachel's panties and pulled them all the way down to her ankles. There Rachel stood. Completely bare from head to toe. It was a different experience from anything she ever gone through before. With Ryan, she'd tossed the dice more than once to be sure he'd come visit her in the guest house and set him up by already being naked when he came over. This time it was Anne who was in control. She backed Rachel to the bed, and Rachel, miscounting her steps, fell backward sitting on the perfect comforter. She planted her hands at her sides, and sat with her legs spread only slightly. "Spread them a little wider?" Anne asked, ever so politely. "I just want to peek." Rachel was having trouble catching her breath, "I didn't peg you as the bisexual type." Anne dropped slowly to her knees, "Gotta be careful with pegs, Ray, everyone gets curious." With those words, Anne slid her hands along Rachel's inner thighs and spread them even further. Once Rachel's shaven pussy was right in Anne's face, she exhaled softly. Rachel arched her back slightly, fluttering her eyes closed as the hot breath coaxed more of her juices out that had already been forming from deep within. A few more of Anne's hot breaths and a bead of clear, silky liquid was plainly visible from the slit of Rachel's pussy. Anne took a deep breath and as she kissed Rachel's mouth just earlier. Rachel's vaginal lips unfolded like a blooming flower, as if to kiss Anne back. Soon Anne's tongue began taking their first licks, first at the outer folds, but hunger drove it deeper, probing. Between hot breaths and Anne's probing tongue, Rachel was quickly her mind. "Anne.... ohhh.." Her noise was that of an elongated whimper. More juices began to flood Anne's tongue, and finally, the muscles contracted. Rachel's legs stiffened as she threw back her head, letting out a loud, guttural cry in ecstasy. As Rachel fell onto her back, her chest was heaving trying everything to bring air back into her body. Anne stayed on her knees, sitting back on her ankles smiling at Rachel once she sat back up. "That... was...simply.. wow." "Those are big words for a college graduate." Anne smiled. "Seems like you haven't had much experience with a woman yourself." Rachel, blushing slightly as she began gathering up her clothes and dressing herself haphazardly, "Clearly not as much as you." Anne frowned as she stood to help Rachel get herself dressed. "Are you upset with me? I'm so sorry. Please... let's just forget..." Rachel shushed Anne, "We all have secrets, don't we? I'm just... that felt so good, and I'm not used to being controlled like that." She glanced downward, smiling softly, "It was actually a very nice surprise." Just as Rachel was about to ask what she could do to return the favor, Ryan burst into the room. "What the hell? Are you okay? I thought I heard Rachel scream!" "Rachel was helping me pack, and I accidentally slammed her finger into a suitcase like the idiot that I am." Anne took Rachel by the hand into the master bathroom and ran the water faucet for a few moments before returning with Rachel's hand wrapped in a towel. "I'm fine, really." Rachel told Ryan. "It just startled me." Anne checked her watch. "Shit, I have to get the kids. Ryan, help me pack the car." Rachel looked at Anne wide eyed. Ryan went to take the first load of suitcases outside. "So... just like that, you're off?" "Oh, I'll be back eventually." She winked at Rachel and with the last of the suit cases, the SUV with tinted windows was backing out of the driveway. Rachel and Ryan stood in the living room together. Rachel had since discarded her towel. "Let me see your hand." Ryan reached for what should have been Rachel's injured finger. Rachel yanked it away. "It's fine, I swear!" Ryan chuckled. "You're more of a baby than Mina!" Mina was their 6 year old daughter who hated any kind of medical treatment, even opting out of ban-aids because she was afraid they'd hurt too much. "I am not!" Rachel protested. "Speaking of babies, I'm supposed to be taking care of you while Anne and the kids are gone." Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You're not leaving? I thought you'd be outta here and fucking your little boy toy." Rachel playfully punched Ryan in the shoulder, "His name is Jeffrey and he's a very good musician!" As an afterthought, "...not a great one, but pretty good." "See? You don't even like him!" He shoved her back just enough to get his point across, still laughing. Rachel rolled her eyes and shoving back, knocking Ryan to the sofa she relented, "I just moved to the city and he was the first guy who was really nice to me... one thing lead to another..." "And now you're stuck with a boyfriend you never see?" Ryan said, looking up at Rachel who was now standing over him on the sofa. "He calls me all the time!" "And God only knows what he's doing while he's on tour." Rachel climbed up into his lap, looping her arms around his shoulders, "And God only knows what I'm doing when he's on tour, too." On that, Ryan kissed her, an action he'd been longing to do again for months. They kissed intently for some time as Rachel could feel his grown cock through his jeans between her legs. Rachel broke the kiss, and whispered breathlessly, "I thought we weren't going to do this again?" Ryan kissed her again and spoke between kisses on her mouth, chin, and neck, "You forgot about that little phrase, 'what if?'." "As in.... 'What if Anne unexpectedly gets whisked off to Florida for a week with the kids and you and I are left alone with her blessing?' kind of 'what if?'" "Exactly." "But I thought you had an article to write." Rachel retorted. "Writer's block is a bitch, and one of the best ways to clear it, is with mind blowing sex." Rachel looked at Ryan with a smile, "Is there any scientific knowledge backing that up?" "I'll let you know after the mind blowing sex." In no time at all, Ryan lifted Rachel into his arms and carried her petite frame into the very bedroom where his own wife had eaten her pussy and Rachel had experienced an orgasm unlike any other. Still, she wasn't about to say no to Ryan. Not ever. He was the dream girl of just about anyone with a television or access to fashion and television magazines. Once he laid her down onto the bed, they began peeling out of their clothes, and both knew without words that this was going to be the first of many sessions of "Writers Unblockage" they would have this week. She laid on the bed naked, legs to one side, bent slightly watching him as he finished undressing himself, drinking in the sight of him, knowing this time, they didn't have to rush. They had all week, end there was more than enough time to memorize each other's bodies. When Ryan climbed onto the bed, he began kissing Rachel's body, starting with her feet, her legs, her thighs, and up over her well shaved mound, stomach and then spent time kissing around her breasts before moving up to her neck and shoulders and finally his mouth found hers. Rachel slid her hands over Ryan's thighs, ass and ran over every inch of his back. Feeling his hard cock against her stomach made her wet all over again and she could feel the lips of her mouth swelling down below. When Ryan raised himself up with his arms and looked down on her, her lips were swollen and dark, both pairs, and her nipples were hard and the color of cherry chocolate, a beautiful contrast to her pale golden skin. "I can't even tell you how many times I'd wished a time like this could happen. Having you here, in my own bed." Ryan's voice was deep with a slight rattle. Rachel's voice, too, was low and now slightly husky. "I shouldn't wish for this, but I have. I've dreamt of it. I'd wake up in my guesthouse and wish I waking up here in this bed with you." Ryan began grinding his hips, rubbing his cock against Rachel's flat belly. Instinctively, Rachel raised her knees, very slowly, but she raised them high. Her hips tipped upward and as Ryan continued grinding against Rachel's body, the wetness of her slick and swollen pussy took place of its path, and inside he slid. Deep and sudden, without a single hitch, both of them gasped. Rachel took firm hold of Ryan's ass and as he stroked himself into her, she pulled on him, and bucked her hips upward, forcing him deeper than he'd ever been inside of her. With the house empty, they both moaned their pleasures aloud. They cried each other's names out and let them shamelessly linger in the air above them. She worked her hips against him exactly the way he wanted, and at her breathless request, he sucked on each of her dark brown nipples. Her grip on his shoulders was so tight, that she had forgotten entirely not to leave any visible marks. Her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders as with several sharp groans, he warned he was going to come. Rachel, incapable of speech, only nodded. Her muscles contracted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside her and her fingernails raked deep and sharp down his back. Both of the cried out, deep soulful cries of simultaneous orgasm. Gasping for air, they lay together on the bed, his cock covered in both of their juices, and Rachel's pussy, dripping all over the sheets. Covered in sweat, they turned to face one another and with fingertip traces, touched each other's spent bodies. "Mind blowing," Ryan whispered against her mouth. All Rachel could do was murmur wordlessly against his kiss. They touched each other lazily and lithely for several moments as the air cooled the sweat off their skin. "It's going to be a good week." Rachel said. Ryan closed his eyes with a smile, "God, when you raked your nails on my back, I thought I'd turn inside out with pleasure." Rachel suddenly sat up, "Oh shit! Let me see!" Ryan agreed, but did slowly, "Relax, I liked it. I mean... I really liked it. Besides, you're the one with an injured finger. Are you hurt?" "Yeah, but if someone sees? Like.. if there's a scab when Anne gets back?? My finger is fine!" Rachel was touching the swollen welts down Ryan's back, some which showed traces of blood already, taking a second to discretely bite her own finger behind his back to fake a healing wound. Ryan kissed her softly, laying her back down onto the bed. "We'll think of something." After a few more kisses, a few more touches, a few more murmurs of general nothings, Ryan finally got up. "I guess I better get back to writing." Rachel, too, got out of bed and dressed. "Yeah, and I'd better cook something very special for you. So, you better be ready to take a break for dinner." Her voice indicated it was not a suggestion, but a promise. Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny Ch. 03 Anne, a famous day time talk show host and wife of prime time, ultra famous television actor, Ryan, had just left with their four kids to attend a wedding for a week. After stealing a dirty secret with Rachel, the family nanny, that she had harbored for years, she was gone. Even when Anne was eating Rachel's delicate, shaved pussy, she never revealed to her that several months ago, she'd lured Ryan to her guest house in the back yard, where they'd fucked on her bed in the middle of the night. Now with Anne and the kids out of the house, Ryan and Rachel spent almost no time finding themselves in bed together. Even after the first time he fucked her, they both realized Ryan had writing he needed to do for an entertainment magazine and Rachel had promised Anne that she'd make sure to keep Ryan fed and taken care of. The night Anne left, once Ryan had finished writing his article for the night, he found Rachel in the kitchen. Dinner of perfectly cooked mushroom marsala was waiting for him, along with Rachel at the table, dressed only in a bra and panties and a single candle was lit at the center of the table. She rushed him to the dining room, and even as she took him by the shoulders, the furthest thing from Ryan's mind was the food. Having spent himself on her only hours earlier, then his mind on a celebrity article he was writing, this beautiful vixen wasn't done teasing him. Rachel sat him down where his plate was arranged pretty enough to be photographed. She poured two glasses of wine and with her own glass, she sat down to her own plate. "Rachel, you really don't have to go through all this. Anne and the kids aren't going to be here for a week. You're practically on vacation. You could have ordered me a pizza and left me a note." Still, the sauce on each mushroom tasted absolutely perfect, and he found himself eating as he spoke. "You really can take a break from all of what you do." "Shut up and eat." Rachel's tone more of exasperation than demanding. Since she moved into their household, she was injected to all parts of their lives, and it was always important that Rachel be trusted. Not once, was she ever put under question. She ran the household like a well oiled machine and never took shit from Anne or Ryan. She kept them level for the sake of the kids. She made sure the children felt safe when the press would do anything to get their lenses on them. Now, though, she had nowhere else to be. She was always grateful for having a yearly salary, and her room and board in their house or their guest house. Taking care of Ryan for a week, she was sure, would be a pure pleasure. "I'm eating! Stop yelling at me!" Ryan chuckled into his glass of wine, then leaned to refill both glasses. "So, I have to ask, do you always cook dinner in your underwear, because Blake's going to be a teenager soon and... I don't know how I feel about this." Blake was their oldest son. Rachel giggled, the wine already working its way into her brain. She had a tiny frame and it never took much alcohol to get her tipsy. "No. I just didn't bother getting completely dressed after we left the bedroom." When dinner was completed, Rachel insisted that Ryan help her clear the table. "I make the kids do it, so now you get to. Quit being an asshole!" Ryan whined something about how shouldn't have to be doing dishes anymore, but quickly stopped himself, and quickly stacked up the plates and brought them into the kitchen where Rachel was loading the dishwasher. "If it wasn't for you, my life would be that of complete selfishness." "No, if it wasn't for your wife and kids, you'd be totally selfish. If it wasn't for me, you'd just be an asshole." Rachel smiled as she started the dishwasher and wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. Ryan turned her around and kissed her deeply. "Then I guess I need all of you to keep me being this selfless, kind person that I am," he quipped with just the right amount of sarcasm. At this, Ryan had pressed himself against Rachel's body, now pinned against the kitchen counter. Rachel could feel him already hardening, so to relieve this, she quickly unzipped his jeans and gave them a good tug downwards. Ryan unhooked Rachel's bra and hoisted her up onto the countertop. Rachel wriggled out of her panties while Ryan finished stepping out of his jeans and boxers. When he moved toward her again, Rachel spread her legs and guided him into her already wet pussy, and as they began to move together, she peeled the t-shirt off over Ryan's head. Now they were both naked, and Ryan was pistoning in and out of Rachel as she rode his movements by reaching up for the shelves above her head, rocking her hips forward and down on his cock. After several minutes, they were both covered in sweat and Ryan pulled himself out of her. He picked her up in his arms, seeing already that she was physically exhausted and took her to the dining room table and laid her down. He kissed the lips of her pussy gently before he climbed on top of her and entered her again. This time she took him in more lithe and smooth. She rolled her hips up against each of his thrusts like a trained belly dancer and draped her arms around his body. Ryan whispered softly in Rachel's ear, "Kiss me when you come." She whimpered her response and after many sharp breaths and audible gasps she lifted her head and pressed her mouth to Ryan's as her muscles tensed around him. Ryan, driven over the edge by this, began shooting waves into her while grunting into her mouth as they came together. Finally, Ryan collapsed in a heap of flesh on top of Rachel and there they lay for some time. In fact, Ryan wasn't aware at all how much time had passed because he wondered if he hadn't fallen asleep while laying on Rachel, who, though not protesting, was still struggling for air with the weight of his body on top of hers. He quickly climbed off the table, apologizing. "It's okay. We're both just tired. It's been a long day for us." Rachel said this thinking about the fact that she had not only fucked Ryan in three places in the house, but also had her pussy eaten by his wife before she left. "Come sleep with me." Ryan took Rachel by the hand and began lazily leading her to master bedroom. Rachel hesitated, "Isn't that going a little far?" "What, it's okay to have sex on the kitchen table, but sleeping in my bed is off limits?" She hated it when he outwitted her. "It just seems like spending the night together is... somehow different." Ryan continued leading Rachel to the bedroom. "You've lived in this house... almost five years now? All you're doing is sleeping in a different room for once." In short, Ryan wasn't going to take no for an answer, and Rachel was far too exhausted to match wits with him. In the morning, Rachel jumped at the sight of the clock, seeing that it was almost 5. Normally, Anne was awake and ready to leave the house by 5:30. Rachel tried to be up and ready to help see Anne off for work. She was also started by her surroundings. The bed was so lush and she was comfortable. And next to her was Ryan, naked and deep in slumber. She was torn. She felt like she should stay in bed and sleep until she felt rested, but part of her worried that if Ryan found her there, he'd regret bringing her there, and if things ever became awkward in the house, she knew she'd lose her job. She looked longingly at Ryan. She wanted to touch him, wake him, stroke his cock until it was hard and take him, but she knew he had to work that day, and he'd have no shorter than an 11 hour day, so she let him sleep. With her final decision made, she climbed out of bed and began making her way to the door, realizing her clothes were somewhere in the room still. It was only her bra and panties that remained in the kitchen. She successfully found her shirt and went rummaging for her jeans when she misguided herself into the side of the entertainment center, unable to contain a particularly loud expletive of pain. Ryan sprung up immediately, and squinting, he found Rachel on her knees in the front of the bedroom. "Rachel? What happened? What are you doing up so early?" "I kicked your fucking furniture looking for my clothes. And I'm not up early. I should have been up a long time ago. At least if Anne were here, but I was trying to let you sleep while I got up." She was talking too fast and to loud at this time of morning for Ryan, "No, no no no." He held a palm to his forehead, shaking his head with his eyes closed. "Come back to bed and sleep a couple more hours with me. We'll find all the clothes in the morning." Half an hour of Rachel's inner logic and a firmly stubbed toe later, her body was back in bed next to him, and her theories were shot to hell. She snuggled against him, nuzzling his neck, "You should be careful about this, Ryan. I could get used to this." Ryan muttered something, but it was unintelligible. He wrapped his arm around Rachel and was sound asleep. At the sound of the alarm, Ryan smacked it off and stretched, only then remembering that Rachel was there. Even though Anne only woke up with him on weekends, he still was more used to waking up alone. Rachel drowsily looked at Ryan, both of them were completely bare. Ryan knew better to drain his energy at the beginning of the day but something about this woman energized him in a new way. Though only 16 years older than Rachel, he felt comforted by feeling too much like he could be her father. As his thoughts went in one direction, his body another; toward Rachel. Helpless to the nibbles on her neck and collarbone, she knew he was getting hot. His hands began to roam over her skin and the moment he reached her inner thigh, Rachel let out a blissful sigh, a sound that fueled Ryan further. His mouth found one of her nipples and began licking before sucking very gently. He crawled between her legs and moved his mouth from Rachel's nipple to her mouth. "We shouldn't be doing this." Rachel whispered just as he entered her. "Yet witness the lack of your protest to my cock inside your body." Ryan grunted between breaths, intent on holding his wit, even at the most trying of times. Rachel moaned and sighed her pleasures as he worked her body. Finally she mustered the energy to roll him over and hoisted herself up on to her knees, flinging her long black hair backward. She rode him deep and hard now, the morning and extra sleep were now giving her unfound energies. She was rocking her hips down on him, working her muscles to massage Ryan's cock, when she found herself raking her nails down his chest. Ryan grunted in pleasure as his cock twitched inside Rachel's pussy. Rachel liked the way they sunk into the lush deep mattress when they were on top of each other. It was like the bed was inviting them. "Baby, do that again." Ryan sighed. Rachel's mind reeled. He'd never called her Baby before. Assuming it was a mistake, made out of years of habit with Anne, she raked her nails down Ryan's chest again. As her nails pulled at his heaving flesh, Rachel realized he called Anne "Honey" on occasion, but to her knowledge, he'd never called Anne baby. Her contemplation was cut short because soon, Ryan was groaning aloud, teetering over and off the edge of his own pleasure. He came into Rachel so hard it triggered Rachel's orgasm, just seeing him in such bliss. She felt the hot streams shooting into her, a feeling she was growing to love, desire, and crave when he was away. She cried his name out and he sat up and kept her in his lap as she came, holding her close murmuring into ear, "That's right, baby, come to me." Rachel nearly fainted at the words and the perfect timing in which they were spoken to her. As each of their orgasm-tense bodies began to soften, they fell back to the bed. Now they were face to face with their legs entwined. "What would you be doing right now if Anne kids were here?" Ryan asked absently. Rachel, mind just as open and absent, "Making breakfast for the kids, getting them out of bed and dressed. Reading homework...." Her voice trailed off, "I'm supposed to be taking care of you. You should be getting ready for work right now." "I wish I didn't have to go." Ryan said softly. "I just want to stay here with you." Rachel felt her heart melt a little, but she insisted on keeping her composure. "You're an actor. You don't get sick days." She tugged the sheets off of him, leaving him exposed completely. "Up with you!" She found her shirt and put it on deciding she didn't need her pants to make toast and brew coffee. "Alright! Jesus! I'm going. Are you sure you're not a director in disguise? You act like one sometimes." "Whatever, Ryan. Quit whining and get into the shower." "See? That's what I mean!" "I almost never know what you mean." Rachel gathered her jeans in her arms. "You're pushy!" Ryan said as he tried to slam the bathroom door, but Rachel stopped the door and kissed him deeply. "I'm caring, loving, nurturing, and protective... I believe those were the reasons you hired me, right?" Ryan kissed her back and Rachel let him go, reluctantly to take his shower. She made her way to the kitchen, gathering up the rest of the discarded clothes, putting them in the laundry room. She went back to the kitchen and started the coffee and toast while she thought back on the past 24 hours. Rachel relished in taking care of Ryan. As many times as she told herself to stop it, her imagination boldly stepped forward as she began to see herself as a fixture. Even as much as it pained her to think of a wedge between Anne and Ryan, she found out how much she loved Ryan... yes, she loved him. She poured his coffee and made his toast just like she did every morning as a nanny, only now she lingered for a kiss or two. When he went off to work, she spent the day cooking gourmet dinners for him, and despite his long hours, they'd eat together by candle light, and retired to bed together, where night after night, their "fucking" truly did turn to "love making". They could see the inner monologues in each other's eyes of how wrong it was, so it was pointless to verbalize it. It was cliche and awful that a week alone with together would be enough to coerce these kinds of feelings. It was Thursday morning when Rachel was bringing coffee and toast into Ryan's office that he asked her to sit down. This is it, Rachel thought. The big kiss off. The 'this ends here' speech. The only reason Rachel felt upset at all was because she hoped to beat him to the punch. Maybe it would sting a little less. "Rachel... I don't know how to say this." "Um, you're married and I'm not your wife, so... we probably should stop fucking?" She looked at him and blinked, "How was that?" Ryan just stared at her for a second before chuckling a little, "Okay. That was... well, blunt, but that's not really what I was trying to say." Ryan took a deep breath and stood up and moved from his desk chair to the sofa where Rachel sat. It was pointless for him to have a sofa in this room. Even though it was just another spare bedroom, it had a TV and Ryan's computer, and thus, it was dubbed Ryan's office since they moved in. Ryan reached his hand out to touch her face, "This started out feeling like it was happening so fast, but to be honest, I've been falling for you for years." Rachel swallowed hard and her heart began pounding. Ryan was right... this wasn't what she was thinking at all. In fact, the fact that any of what was happening that week felt attached in any way to the past. She would never allow it. "No." Rachel shook her head and stood up, "That.... just, no. I can't let you say that to me." "I just did." "You have a wife! You have four perfect children!" Rachel had almost begun crying, but since she hadn't done that for as long as she could remember, tears were no where near her eyes. "I know I have a wife and children. Believe me. I'm confused. I didn't expect this to happen, but somehow, eventually, I knew it would. I've been waiting since the first day you came to work with us." "For you," Rachel corrected sternly. "I work for you." "You can't call me an selfish asshole one day and then start degrade yourself to me the next, Rachel. I love you. And yes, I love Anne. I just don't know how or if I can go on loving both of you." "You're going to be late for work," was all Rachel could reply before she stood up and left the room. Ryan knew better than to chase after her. He laid a whopper on her and he felt a bit like an ass doing so, leaving her with nothing to do but stew on it all day while he kept plenty busy at work. As he fought his way through mid-morning traffic, he vowed a way to make it up to her. The easiest, he thought, was to just admit he was wrong. That when he comes home tonight, maybe he could get away with retracting everything he said. He felt childish and selfish, and everything about his performances that day reflected the way he felt. When he returned that night, he was glad to see that her car was still in the garage, but there seemed to be no sign of her in the house. There was no dinner on the table. No candles. No lights from the guest house glimmering from the back yard. In fact, after searching the main house, it was almost like Rachel never existed. Hoping against hope that Rachel had simply gone to bed in her own bed, Ryan headed into the back yard to try to talk to her there. That's when he smelt the faint scent of cigarette smoke, and turned to find Rachel sitting in the dark, a new, but half-smoked pack of cigarettes sitting next to her and a coffee cup used as a make-shift ash tray. In her lap were the stacks of drawings and letters Ryan and Rachel's children had taken from the walls and off the refrigerator. "What are you doing?" "Smoking." "I didn't know you smoked." "I quit five years ago." Rachel's voice was steady, without a strand of emotion, still staring at the drawings. "I figured since the kids made these drawings for me, I could keep them. The car is technically in your name, so that's yours. You've already paid me for this year. If nothing else, I'll owe you for the rest of the year, but at least I can keep these." She flipped through each drawing one at a time as though she'd been doing it all night. In fact, it was in all likelihood that she had. "Rachel, I was being a selfish asshole this morning. I had no right to do that to you. Can we..." he was losing ground fast, it was obvious. "Can we just... please," he pleaded, "please pretend this morning never happened?" Rachel lit another cigarette, her eyes stayed dry and looking straight ahead. The tone of her voice, in stark contrast to Ryan's, Rachel's still remained monotonous and emotionless. "What part should I pretend never happened? The part where you told me you loved me? Or the part where I believed it enough to quit my job?" She exhaled her drag, "I can't live here, anymore, and we both know that. Even under normal circumstances, I'd have to leave, but these are far from normal circumstances. The press would crush you and they'd take Anne and the kids down with you." Only then did Rachel's eyes meet Ryan's, "Maybe you'd be willing to let that happen, but I'm not." Ryan was left speechless. Any way he dressed this up now, it would all be boiled down to selfish lust and his precious children would grow up thinking of their father as the man either drove off their mother or their best friend, all while the world watched it on television and read every detail in the magazines. In the dark, Rachel finished her cigarette, while Ryan tried to figure out how or what to say in parting words. Somehow, "Don't worry about paying back the rest of this year's salary," didn't seem appropriate. Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny Ch. 03 As the silence hovered over them in the dark, they were both startled by the sound of the auto garage door opener. This could only indicate that Anne was home. Both of them jumped to their feet and ran inside. Anne had frantically keyed into the house, and with her makeup streaming down her face, she made a beeline straight to Rachel and hugged her tightly, kissing her directly on the lips. Rachel could see Ryan standing behind Anne over her shoulder. The expression on his face was one Rachel had seen on his face many times on television but almost never in real life. It was a look of pure befuddled amusement. Especially as the kiss lingered even after Rachel looked, with sheer panic at Ryan, he could see that Anne had deepened the kiss. Once the kiss broke, everyone shared looks of shock and shame, but first and foremost, curiosity. "What the fuck is going on here?" Asked Ryan "Where the hell are the kids?" Asked Rachel "Why is my life such a disaster!?" Cried Anne, who, by the look of her, had been doing so for some hours. Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny Ch. 04 From part 3: Anne had frantically keyed into the house, and with her makeup streaming down her face, she made a beeline straight to Rachel and hugged her tightly, kissing her directly on the lips. Rachel could see Ryan standing behind Anne over her shoulder. The expression on his face was one Rachel had seen on his face many times on television but almost never in real life. It was a look of pure befuddled amusement. Especially as the kiss lingered even after Rachel looked, with sheer panic at Ryan, he could see that Anne had deepened the kiss. Once the kiss broke, everyone shared looks of shock and shame, but first and foremost, curiosity. "What the fuck is going on here?" Asked Ryan "Where the hell are the kids?" Asked Rachel "Why is my life such a disaster!?" Cried Anne, who, by the look of her, had been doing so for some hours. Rachel, as usual, quickly became the voice of reason. "Okay, clearly, we have to prioritize some shit. Number one, where are the kids?" She looked at Anne, clearly concerned that they weren't with her. Rachel took both Ryan and Anne slowly to the sofa, and sat between them. Anne, finally stopped crying enough to say, "The kids are with my sister." "Ashley??" Ryan immediately yelled, knowing that Ashley was Anne's older sister who lived in Florida, and was well known to be highly bi-polar and had been hospitalized more than once. "You left our kids with your crazy sister in another state!?" Anne yelled back, "No! And she's not crazy. She's sick. Have a fucking heart! And give me a little credit. They're at Leane's house." Leane was Anne's younger sister, who, by strange coincidence at the moment was a practicing divorce lawyer who lived just across town near the airport. A little emotionally detached as she was, she was smart enough not to attend their mother's wedding knowing full well it wasn't going to go well. Rachel spoke, keeping her voice low, first addressing Ryan, "Stop yelling. Can't you see Anne is clearly upset? We've established that the kids are perfectly safe, and here in town. So we can move on." Then she turned to Anne, keeping her voice gentle and caring, "Anne? What's going on? Why are you so upset?" Anne began crying anew speaking a million words a second, "Just... I don't know. I just feel so old and everywhere I go, people want to talk to me and I get so scared for the kids, and I can't imagine how you do it every day and my mother is married to some idiot who doesn't understand anything about our lives and she's become so bitter toward me and I don't know how my own mother can turn against me right now, not to mention the kids don't know how to handle it. She's not being a very good grandmother, and then I asked myself, what if I'm just not a good mother and I left you two here on purpose, and I meant to give you the whole week together, but I just couldn't stay in Florida anymore. The kids and I were completely miserable. I had to come home." Anne finally stopped to take a breath. Rachel asked cautiously, "Why are you so worried about coming home so soon?" "For you and Ryan." Anne slowed her pace slightly, "I've seen you parading in your underwear in your guest house. I know it would be just a matter of time before you and Ryan would..." Ryan interrupted, "Wait, you were trying to get something to happen between us?" "Maybe if you and Rachel did something together, I wouldn't feel so guilty for wanting her as bad as I wanted her. And... and... maybe if you two did something together, I'd know for sure if you were going to leave me or not!" Now it was Rachel's turn to be outraged, "Hello?? Can everyone please stop talking like I'm not right here?" Anne turned to Ryan with her arm wound tightly around Rachel's shoulders, "Ryan, I'm so smitten by her. You know I have a small affinity for women. Rachel's exactly the kind of woman for me. She's patient. She's sweet and loving, not to mention so young and beautiful." She turned to Rachel and planted another kiss on her mouth. Despite the craziness of this display, Ryan found it difficult not to find the situation strangely arousing. His own hysterical wife was kissing the nanny that he thought he'd been secretly having an affair with. The familiarity with which the two were kissing, he was slowly beginning to realize that they had done this before. "Anne," Rachel whispered, "The first thing you need, is to relax. Let us help you." Anne nodded, slightly breathless already. Rachel began unbuttoning Anne's blouse, letting it slide off over her shoulders. Her large breasts were still being cradled in her bra, so as Anne struggled to rid herself of the silk blouse, Rachel was reaching around Anne, releasing the hook and thus, Anne's large breasts sprung free. "Stand up, beautiful," said Rachel. Going with the moment, Ryan stood with Anne and helped Anne out of the skirt she was wearing. Ryan and Rachel both slide down her panty hose and underwear and then it was back down to the sofa. Rachel urged to Ryan, "Take off your pants." Her gaze at Ryan was stern and unmoving. "Your wife needs your love now more than ever." Ryan, knowing he'd committed a likely faux pax of confessing to Rachel that he was now in love with both Rachel and his wife, knew he was at Rachel's mercy. He slipped out of his clothes and crawled onto the sofa kissing Anne deeply while Rachel teased Anne's pussy with her fingers. It was a little awkward with all three of them on the sofa, but pleasing Anne was paramount. "You're a wonderful mother, Anne. Your children always wish you were home more. They love both of you. They're proud of you. They don't care about your family. You are their family now. You're their beautiful mother. You have no idea how many people in the world think you're the most beautiful woman ever." With high heels still on, Anne was the very picture of beauty. She may have been worrying about aging, but at that moment, no one would think anything about it. She was pale and beautiful. She draped her knees over Rachel's shoulders, and Rachel began kissing Anne's pussy, knowing Anne had done this for her in the past. She'd been wanting the opportunity to return the favor, and she intended to it now. Anne seemed so upset and tense, the best thing Rachel could think of now, was to give her as many orgasms as she possibly could take. With the kids out of the house, this could be their only chance to do something so frivolous. Anne's pussy was getting wetter by the second, and the skin of her lips were swelling, opening from perfectly trimmed baby fine pubic hair, which was a blonde has the hair on her head. Rachel soaked everything using Anne's own juices and her tongue. Ryan had been kissing Anne all over her body, especially her breasts, which she particularly enjoyed having them played with. Even after her children were finished breast feeding, she still loved it when Ryan would toy with them, lap at her nipples and scrape his teeth over them as he was now. He was working one one breast and as he moved to work on the next, Anne noticed the scratches on his chest. Anne asked him to tell him about Rachel giving them to him. Ryan was a little worried this would ruin the moment, but took the chance. In a low, throaty voice, he spoke, "This morning, before work, Rachel was in bed with me. I was fucking her when she rolled me over on to my back and started riding my cock. She raked her nails down my chest and I came so hard." Then he kissed Anne on the mouth and whispered between her lips, "You should let her do it to you." Anne was losing her mind. Rachel had been working her pussy with her mouth. She could feel her luscious tongue lapping, probing, and flicking. When Rachel wrapped her lips around Anne's clit and began sucking, Anne came. Unlike Rachel's keening, sharp breath orgasms, Anne's were low and throaty, employing every muscle in her body. Rachel hungrily drank up the nectar that was flooding from Anne's pussy. Almost animal like Ryan pulled Rachel off of Anne, leaving Anne naked and languidly coming down from her first orgasm. In Anne's view, Ryan stripped Rachel bare, and Anne watched with satisfied delight, but watching her husband strip Rachel was exciting her anew. Rachel had pulled off Ryan's shirt, and now all three of them were naked. Ryan crawled between Anne's legs and shoved his cock easily into Anne's vagina, which was still soft and and craving for depth. Rachel began kissing Anne when Anne instructed Rachel to climb up to her shoulders. She wanted access to Rachel's pussy. "I've been wanting another taste since I left," Anne sighed between Ryan's deep, slow thrusts. Ever obedient, Rachel climbed up and straddled Anne's face, hovering her very wet, and wanting pussy over Anne's mouth. The harder Ryan fucked Anne, the more Rachel could feel Anne's large breasts bounce up, slapping against Rachel's ass. Rachel, leaned forward and planted her hands on the arm of the sofa and lowered herself down on Anne's mouth which probed her deeply, sucking on all of the little bumps and folds of skin inside Rachel's pussy. Her juices were dripping off Anne's lips and Anne was in bliss. Anne was feeling her tension melting with each thrust from Ryan's cock, and every lap of her tongue on Rachel's sweet, soft pussy. Ryan and Anne had been married for eleven years and Ryan knew how to fuck Anne the way she liked it best. She liked it when he started out slow and deep and surprised her with sudden bursts of speed and then teased her by stopping and slowing into long, deep thrusts. Rachel wasn't used to this kind of epic sex, and only had begun to understand how long Ryan could go on nights that Ryan wasn't completely wiped out from work, when he'd take Rachel's body all over the house before ending up in bedroom when he'd come with such ferocity that it was easy felt from inside her pussy. Anne wasn't necessarily wanting to be gentle either. She teased Rachel's clit with suction and just enough teeth to get tiny whimpers of surprise from her. Every little noise Rachel made fueled both Anne and Ryan. He loved watching his wife eating Rachel, and the view he had was perfect. He was fucking his wife, while staring directly at Rachel's heart shaped ass being bumped constantly by Anne's heavy breasts. Rachel was already on the edge. Even when she did come, Anne had no intention on letting up on her. Rachel finally bucked up on her knees, remembering her instructions from Ryan. She blindly reached behind her and at the first place her hands could gain purchase, she scratched up. She raked her nails up and over each of Anne's breasts, even across both nipples until she was pressing both of them up against her own ass. Anne was close to coming and she was lapping at Rachel's pussy, thirsty for all the juices she could get from the beautiful young lady who was clearly now much more than just a nanny to them. Ryan began another burst of speed into Anne's pussy, and with Rachel's nails still dug into Anne's skin, she came, moaning low and deep against Rachel's pussy, flooding her nectar around Ryan's cock, which began to spasm. He shot once inside his wife, pulled out, and shot against Anne's breasts and Rachel's ass. Anne insisted she move to let her lick the cum off her skin, and Rachel, now realizing how for out of her own league she was in, obeyed. Barely able to muster the energy to move, she flipped over, holding herself up by her feet and hands, on top of Anne. Keeping her hands behind her on the arm of the sofa, Rachel's ass was now right on Anne's face. Rachel could feel Anne's tongue lazily swirling over the skin of her cheeks, cleaning off the load Ryan let loose on her. When she could no longer handle it. Rachel eased herself to the floor, crumpled in full collapse. Ryan sat back on his heels, watching everything take place, while his wife sat up. and lifted each of her own breasts to her mouth, and with eyes closed, she licked the last of the drops of semen from them. It wasn't until he was able to break his transfixed gaze on his own wife that he saw Rachel, spent on the floor. "You okay down there?" Rachel just moaned in response with a slight nod. "What about you?" He now addressed Anne. "You still love me after being with Rachel?" Anne was now a seasoned television veteran, and with a talk show, she had mastered that kind of piercing stare. The one that punctured into the back of your soul and knew before you spoke if you were going to lie or not. "Yes, of course, I still love you. I love the kids. I just... I scared Rachel. I love her, too. Why does it always have to be "either/or" can't it ever be both?" "Only if Rachel says so. I've made my decision. I love her, too. So, really, if you can handle it, and I can handle it. The only person left to decide is her." "Hey guys? Remember that whole thing about talking about me when I'm still here? I'm still fucking here!" She yelled, though her voice was slightly muffled by the carpet. Anne and Ryan helped Rachel to the sofa and the three of them just lithely relaxed together. "I can't make any "decisions" right now. Is that okay? Can it wait?" Anne nodded, "Of course, darling. I know we've put so much on you at once, and my display today couldn't have helped. I'm too emotional sometimes." Rachel reached for both Anne's and Ryan's hands. I think we should all go to bed. Anne still needs our love. We'll talk more in the morning. The kids can bother staying with their Aunt another day. Together, they climbed into the giant bed, Anne was in the middle, and the center of Ryan and Rachel's attentions. They kissed her and in turn, she turned her head side to side to kiss each of them back. It wasn't long before they were all asleep though. It had been an emotionally draining day for all of them for so many reasons, and the night held for them a very deep and dreamless sleep. The sun peeked through the curtains, still purplish pink, indicating that dawn had come, which immediately woke Anne, and soon after, Rachel. Anne and Rachel quietly steeled themselves to the bathroom held back words until the bathroom door was closed. They were both still naked and exchanged words of admiration of the other's bodies, which were almost exact opposites of each other. Anne was willowy, tall, with blonde hair with large breasts, long arms and legs, and pale skin with green eyes. Rachel had golden skin with dark brown eyes and non-bottled black hair. She was significantly shorter than Anne and had a much tinier frame. The showered together, arms entwined, lips and tongues exploring mouths and skin. They took turns pleasuring each other with fingers and mouths and let themselves get lost in the steam of the bathroom. It was just pleasure and soap that smelled like lilacs. Anne came with a breathy orgasm as Rachel pleasured her on her knees. Lapping her clean after, letting the hot water bounce from her tongue up to Anne's vagina. It was a warming friction of being cleaned that calmed Anne from her morning orgasm. Once the water was off, they toweled each other dry. Anne was grateful that she had another day to spend home before going back to work. She'd get another week off later on in the summer, but Ryan would be on summer hiatus soon and Anne was still concerned that Rachel might leave during that time. In a bold attempt to entice her to stay, she whispered to Rachel, before Anne retreated into the giant walk-in closet to get herself dressed, "You should wake Ryan up. Do it nice and slow." Rachel looked at Anne with a torn look on her face. "Are you sure?" "I am, the question is, are you?" "We're still all going to talk later," said Rachel as she built her confidence back up. She didn't bother to get dressed. The cool air from bedroom made her nipples hard, and her hair was still wet on her back. She decided not to get dressed yet. Instead, she crawled into bed with Ryan and planted a soft kiss about one inch below Ryan's navel. She swirled her tongue around it and then made a slow path downward, taking his soft cock into her mouth. Ryan was sound asleep when he felt the first kiss. It was like a far away dream. It felt completely disconnected from him, yet in some way, it was intimate and close. As he felt the soft gentle sucking on his cock, he began waking up. His mind reeled, but in a gentle way, loving what he was feeling. He was getting hard and his immediate thought was it must be a weekend and Anne wanted him awake early. But he'd known the way she sucked his cock, and this was somehow different... this was new. As his sleep blurred vision cleared, he saw Rachel's raven black hair and remembered fondly the way Rachel struggled to take him all the way into her tiny mouth. Ryan moaned aloud as his cock became painfully hard, making it even more difficult for Rachel to swallow, though it was clear she was determined. Her determination paid off. After several attempts, and licking him wet, she'd taken him to the point where he could feel the curve of her throat. This was very much not like Anne, and he loved both ways. He reached down and ran his fingers through her wet, well conditioned long hair and gently guided her head as she bobbed up and down, allowing her to breathe every few swallows. Her mouth was so hot and the air of the room seemed so cold. She was inviting in every way. Part of him couldn't wait to come into her mouth, part of him wanted to roll her over and make love to her. He looked around the room and noticed Anne was standing in the doorway of the closet, watching like a hawk. She was dressed in casual, yet designer jeans, but hadn't yet put a shirt on. She stood bare breasted, watching with dark eyes. Ryan could hardly take it anymore. "Rachel... baby.... I'm..." He couldn't even get the words out. How long has it been before that's happened, he wondered? He carefully lifted her head so that he wouldn't choke the poor girl as torrents of semen shot into her mouth. She took it all, though, lips closed around his spasming cock, and in two swallows, she swallowed every drop. Anne came up behind Rachel and lifted her face to hers and kissed her deeply. Once the kiss broke, Rachel realized that any decisions that were to be made weren't going to be as easy as she thought. She dressed by finding clothes that she kept in her bedroom in the main residence of the house... a part of the house she rarely used any more. When she came into the kitchen, both Ryan and Anne were there to greet her. Anne had already begun making coffee. Ryan offered to cook something to which he received a resounding, "No!" from both of them. They all sat at the kitchen table with cups of coffee, and there was a definite air of awkwardness. Rachel, once again, spoke first. "Look at us. I told Ryan last night, if anything was going to be awkward in the house, I would have to leave. And if this isn't awkward, I don't know what is." Ryan spoke next, "This is awkward, but what if it's only temporary? Imagine the kind of awkwardness the you'll leave behind forever. We'd have to lie to the kids about why you left, and that wouldn't be fair to any of us." Damn. He was right about that. Rachel had worried far more about the children than herself, or Ryan and Anne. Her job was to do exactly that. Anne only looked at Rachel, knowing that Ryan had driven the final nail into the coffin, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. "Sweetheart, none of us planned this. I hope you know that. This wasn't a set up. Maybe part of me was worried that Ryan would leave me after this week, but admittedly, most of that was fueled by the fact that my mother's a flaming bitch." "She's right. Anne's mother is the mother of all bitches," Ryan mused into his coffee cup. He himself had parents who were still married and happy in Connecticut. They usually took the kids up there for the week of 4th of July and Christmas. "Her whole family's fucking insane." Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny Ch. 04 Normally, Anne would protest, but it wasn't about her right now. She chuckled softly and laid her hand over Rachel's. "We want you to stay." "I don't know. I mean, the kids are going to grow up eventually. Sooner or later, you guys are going to have more time at home. Do I just sign myself over to a life of polygamy over coffee like this? There is one thing I have to do, though. No matter what, I have to go break up with Jeffrey. And I'm not going to do it over the phone." Ryan nodded, "I know you don't love him. And I don't think it's fair for you to feel tied to anyone you don't love... and that includes us. We can only tell you what we want." "So, if I said all of the sex is just bullshit and there's nothing romantic about it, and it stops now, I can just go back to being a nanny?" Rachel asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer. Anne cleared her throat, "You have your rights, of course. But I will find it difficult to believe you if you look each of us in the eye and tell us that you don't love us." Rachel put her head down against the rim of her half empty coffee cup. "I do love you. I just... do you realize that statistically relationships like this have almost no chance of longevity? And usually, they end up breaking up all three parts? And how do we tell the kids? Do you plan to keep this a secret from them? I mean, it's easy for me to love them as my own, but I'm not sure I can spend the rest of my life lying to them." It was true, their youngest daughter was born while Rachel was under Anne and Ryan's employment and had her fair share in raising her as a newborn. Even as she started, their second youngest daughter, was still quite young. The other two had never had a nanny for more than a couple of months at a time. They've formed strong bonds with Rachel. To them, she was like an older sister, to the younger two, they've even slipped up and called Rachel, "Mommy" from time to time and Rachel has had to correct them. "I'm going to take the last few days of Anne's vacation to go to San Francisco. That's where Jefferey is at the moment. I'm going to break up with him. If I come back, I'll have made my decision." Ryan and Anne knew they could do nothing now, but wait.