Lydia’s Twin Temptation

Once the enchiladas were in the oven, Lydia blotted her forehead and her neck and looked very satisfied with her work. Clayton removed two beers from the refrigerator and took her by the hand. He drew her into the family room, set the ceiling fan above them on the highest setting and sat down in the big cushioned recliner, still holding her hand.

He got comfortable, patted his knee and said, “Come sit in my lap. We have twenty minutes before they’re due. That’s plenty of time for you to cool down and take a breather.” At her uncertain look he added, “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

“I’m just not used to sitting in someone’s lap.”

“Well this someone would very much like you in his lap.”

Clayton slid his arms around her hips and pulled her closer as he rocked the recliner back. The chair tilted and he allowed gravity to help her find her spot, and she curled into his side. She scooted around, eventually getting comfortable, and he rocked her and took a sip from his beer. She let out a long sigh and took a sip from her beer as well.

“Better?” he asked as he shifted under her and she sank deeper into his side.

“Yeah. I don’t mean to be so…stiff with you.”

Clayton was thinking she wasn’t the only thing stiff and she chose that moment to look in his eyes, evidently realizing the dual meaning her words could have. Clayton smiled and a chuckle rose from his chest. “Wish I could say the same thing, but it would be a lie.”

Color rose in her cheeks and she burst into laughter. They laid there laughing until Lydia finally said, “Oh, I needed that. I’m sorry. Should I get off?”

Clayton rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re killing me!” They laughed again and it was a nice feeling. He was definitely hard and getting harder by the second with her sexy body pressed against him, but he was glad that she felt more comfortable. He set his beer on the side table. She looked up at him and he tilted her chin farther up and kissed her lips. He took her beer from her and blindly placed it with his.

A sexy groan came from her, reminiscent of the sexy sounds he’d heard her making in her bathtub on her first night at the ranch and his cock pulsed with excitement. Her dark lashes fanned down against her cheeks, and he stroked her jaw. Lydia’s skin was like satin under his fingertips. She slid her left hand upward until her fingers traced through the hair at his nape. Her lips and silky tongue played against his own as she stroked the back of his head.

Having her curled up in his arms in such a comfortable setting felt so good. It seemed right and natural when his hand strayed to her ass, then gently slid down the back of her thigh and pulled it up so it was pressed over his throbbing erection.

She slid her hand back down his chest to his abdomen and seemed to melt in his arms. They kissed for several minutes and he became concerned that she was straining her neck. Shifting slightly to his left side, he gave her a little room so she could move into a more comfortable position.

The timer on the stove signaling seven o’clock went off just as she rose up on her right elbow to get a little leverage. Unfortunately, when she did that it triggered the recline mechanism in the chair and it flattened out beneath them.

“Whoa-oa!”

What happened next was like something out of a cartoon. Because her weight was on her elbow, she was knocked off balance and fell forward and flopped onto him, straddling him. Her momentum caused the chair to tip over onto the tile floor as Chance and the ranch hands filed in through the back door.

“Ah—”

Her panicked cry was muffled by a mouthful of recliner and his surprised exclamation was stifled by her glorious, full breasts.

From Clayton’s perspective it was all good and he put his arms around her, now that the room had stopped spinning. Lydia finally achieved her leverage and lifted off of him.

Chance walked up with a grin on his face. “Technical difficulties?” he asked, as the ranch hands followed him into the family room.

Adult Excerpt

Lydia grabbed her toiletries and clothing and went down the hall to the bathroom that adjoined Clayton’s and started one of the showers. She stripped and got under the hot spray and groaned quietly as the hot water pummeled against her head and shoulders, erasing the last of the tension from the grass fire and Parker’s unwelcome visit. She hoped he heeded Chance’s warning. She lathered and rinsed off then squeezed the hot water through her hair in preparation for washing it. She opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of a dark head through the frosted glass a split second before the shower door swung open.

“Hey, Chance. Did you not get all the soot off you?” Clayton poked his head in the shower, she gasped, and then his eyes bugged. “Oh, damn! Lydi, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here.”

She could’ve reacted like a prude, screaming at his sudden appearance, but that reaction seemed out of line with their relationship so far. “It’s okay, Clayton. You just surprised me.”

He stood there like a statue and she finally went back to what she was doing, feeling a little slutty as she allowed him to look her over. She gazed up at him through half-shut eyes as she wet her hair again.

Clayton’s eyes smoldered with blue fire as he looked his fill, and her pussy swelled with a corresponding wave of heat. Even though she was in the shower she felt the hot moisture seep from her pussy in response to his stare. She poured shampoo in her hand and lathered her hair.

He never took his eyes off her and she was acutely aware of how her nipples hardened as her breasts swayed with each move of her arms. They seemed to swell under his gaze and it was honestly the most sexually stimulating moment of her life.

There were no words necessary as his gaze dipped from her breasts to the dark triangle of curls between her legs. His cheeks were slightly flushed and she noticed the thick ridge that bulged at his groin. Her pussy clenched at the thought of giving herself to him and it made her bold as she finished rinsing her hair and then shut off the water.

She turned to the doorway, water dripping from her hair and her body. “You slept with me last night?”

Blinking his eyes as though he were in a daze, Clayton nodded. “We did. You were sound asleep, even when we tucked you in between us. It was hard to not touch you. You’re like a little angel when you’re sleeping.”

Lydia smiled at him and softly replied, “I’m not feeling like much of an angel right now.”

Clayton made a growling sound in his throat as he handed her towel to her. She blotted her face and hair, never losing eye contact with him. She was hyper aware of how hard her nipples were and how heavy her breasts felt as they swayed with her movements.

As if it were happening in slow motion, Lydia watched Clayton gently stroke the underside of one breast with the backs of his fingers. She bit her lip as he stroked her nipple with the pad of his thumb. His hands were so rough, and the stimulation to her nipple and the extreme tension of the moment had her pussy quaking on the verge of a small orgasm.

From the bedroom, Chance called out, “Baby, I have to run to town—Oh. Hey, Clayton.” Lydia looked beyond Clayton to Chance standing in the doorway. His trademark sexy grin spread across his face. “Whatcha doin’?” he asked as he came in the steamy room.

If it had been any other man or situation she never would’ve stood there like that, letting Clayton caress her breast while his brother watched with obvious enjoyment. But this felt right.

Her pussy lips swelled and throbbed as Chance mirrored Clayton’s caress on her other breast. Her pussy convulsed and she gasped desperately, her legs weak and barely able to hold her up.

“Lydi,” Clayton whispered before he clutched her to him, hungrily kissing to her lips. She moaned as a tremor went through her and suddenly felt her world tilt as he lifted her from her feet.

Clayton laid her on Chance’s bed and she looked up at them standing over her and reached for him and his brother both as they descended on either side of her. It would soon be daylight outside and she whispered, “I know we have to start the day but—I need…” Clayton’s lips descended on her nipple and she gasped as he sucked lustily. Her back arched, and she was amazed at how explosively she responded to his sensual touch. Clayton’s hot mouth tugging at her nipple sent a current straight to her clit, and the tension grew exponentially within her body.

“Damn, you’re beautiful, baby,” Clayton whispered as he trailed kisses down her ribs to her hipbone. Chance pressed kisses to the dip between her hip and upper thigh as she feathered her fingertips into his closely cropped hair.

Rivulets of heat raced from Chance’s mouth to her trembling pussy and her juices trickled from her lips. Knowing their ultimate destination, she bit her lip, afraid she might scream as an orgasm of epic proportions loomed.

Panting, she caught Chance’s rapt gaze as he looked into her eyes and then at her pussy up close. He gave her a happy smile as he parted his lips to take a taste.

“Oh!”

Her cunt convulsed in anticipation the second before his mouth descended on her. He was ravenous as he licked at her opening and flicked his tongue against her clit, torturing her with his teasing and then pulled away. “Mmm, baby. You’re sweet.” The sexy, playful sincerity in his tone created another wave of molten desire inside her.

She froze as she watched Clayton come closer for a lick, too.