by Sue Lyndon
Her response was lost in her moans as they increased the pace of the fucking, and she buried her face in Trevor’s neck as a second orgasm built deep in her loins. Daniel came with her, his hot seed spurting into her ass as she came undone yet again, shattering into a million pieces as Trevor continued pumping into her pussy. His thrusts quickened as he came inside her too, his cock pulsing hard and hot in her depths.
Body limp and drained of all energy, she fell into a daze as they withdrew from her ass and pussy. She sighed and enjoyed the warmth of their bodies and lifted her head to accept their kisses. She drifted back to reality as Daniel carried her to the bathroom, where Trevor was preparing a bubble bath for her.
“Mmm, sleepy,” she murmured, yawning.
“We know,” Trevor said, chuckling. “We’re going to get you all cleaned up, and then it’s time for bed.”
Warm water surrounded her as Daniel placed her in the tub. She stretched her arms and legs, the water relaxing her muscles and making her even sleepier. “Can I still have a story?” she asked, peering from Daniel to Trevor.
They both smiled and nodded. “We’ll each read you a story,” Trevor said.
A half an hour later, they tucked her into her bed after reading the promised stories. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was hearing two deep voices saying, “I love you,” and she drifted into a content slumber, her dreams filled with erotic images of Daniel and Trevor, taking her in unison over and over again.
Chapter Twelve
The next day, the results of Officer Patrick’s paternity test came in. As expected, they were positive. The bastard was indeed the father of Connie Keller’s child. Trevor drove down to Remsfield two days later along with two other rangers and personally arrested the creep after a judge issued a warrant for his arrest. Patrick became belligerent and resisted, but Trevor had no trouble restraining the asshole and cinching the cuffs tight on his wrists. He took pleasure in driving him to the county jail to oversee his booking.
In a drunken profanity-laced rage, Patrick admitted in front of Trevor, several other law enforcement officers, and his pale-faced sputtering lawyer, that he’d been trying to have sex with Emily before she kicked him. He bragged about how stupid she’d been to allow him to strip search her on the side of the road, and he said she deserved what she’d almost gotten from him for her stupidity. It took all of Trevor’s self-control not to strangle Patrick during his tirade, but the knowledge that his confession would result in charges being dropped against Emily kept him silent.
Patrick appeared before a judge two days later and bail was set at twenty-five thousand dollars. His father secured his release, and the judge gave Patrick orders to have no contact whatsoever with Mrs. Keller or Emily.
On his third day in Remsfield, the charges against Emily were officially dropped in light of the damning evidence against Patrick. Trevor couldn’t wait to return to the ranch with the happy news. After weeks of worry, Emily could finally relax and even show her face in public again, though he doubted she’d want to return to Remsfield for a visit anytime soon.
Trevor’s last order of business was to visit the Maccabee’s, the elderly couple who’d rented their guest house to her during the past year. He explained what had happened and passed along a note from Emily thanking them for all their kindness, and he collected the rest of Emily’s belongings in boxes and managed to fit them in his SUV. Remsfield wasn’t her home anymore.
After calling Daniel and warning him to keep the news channels turned off in Emily’s presence, Trevor merged onto the highway for the long drive back to the Twisted River. Halfway home, one of the rangers called him with another development in the case, one which would hopefully condemn Patrick further.
Since the story of Patrick’s arrest hit the news outlets, two other young women had come forward with similar allegations against the sleazy cop. Trevor wondered how many others would come forward in the subsequent days and weeks. Officer Patrick was finished. Being the sheriff’s son wouldn’t help him this time.
Trevor caught a few hours of sleep after arriving home around two in the morning. The clatter of plates and the smell of bacon and eggs drifted up the stairs, rousing him from his dreams as the rising sun spilled through the curtains. He hurried to shower and dress, anxious to speak with Emily and Daniel. Smiling, he recalled how impatient she’d been to speak with him after his first trip to Remsfield. So much had happened since then. Their lives had merged together, and Emily now belonged to them in every possible way. Trevor had never been happier, and the change he saw in Daniel was astounding. The ever-present distant look in his eyes from before had vanished. He smiled more readily, and a calmness had descended upon him. Emily completed them and made their lives fuller, her sweet presence chasing away the loneliness they’d once known.
“There’s my sweetheart,” Trevor said as he walked into the kitchen. He bent down to kiss Emily’s cheek, smiling.
Daniel cleared his throat, and Trevor glanced up to see his brother’s gaze on him. Apparently Emily wasn’t the only impatient one in the room.
“I missed you,” Emily said, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap. Her brows pinched together and lines of worry transpired on her face.
Trevor sat next to her and threaded his fingers through hers, squeezing her hands as he peered into her pretty blue eyes. “Relax, Emily. Everything is all right. Patrick was arrested and charged with several offenses. Rape. Aggravated assault. Sexual assault. False reporting. Resisting arrest. He’s out on bail but has orders to stay away from you and Mrs. Keller. Don’t worry. With the media circus surrounding him, he won’t make it a mile outside of Remsfield. Two more women have come forward with allegations of sexual assault, and I suspect even more will follow, and with them the media circus will grow even more. I wasn’t in Remsfield for very long, but I was there long enough to tell you that people are outraged.”
“What about the arrest warrant out for Emily?” Daniel asked, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward, his features tense.
“It’s been dismissed.” Trevor brought her hands to his lips and kissed the tips of her fingers. “Our girl is perfectly safe now. You can show your face in public and not worry about getting arrested, Emily.”
She grinned and blinked back moisture. “Really? I’m not an outlaw anymore?” she asked jokingly, though a note of seriousness touched her voice.
Trevor chuckled and brushed her hair behind her ears, his heart swelling at the grateful expression she’d directed at him. “Really,” he said. “When the trial gets underway in a few months, you’ll have to testify, but Daniel and I will be there with you every step of the way. And you won’t be the only woman taking the stand.”
She lifted her chin. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be able to do it. In fact, I can’t wait to see that jerk get what he deserves.”
Relief coursed through Trevor to see her so confident and carefree at last. Her nightmare had come to an end. Thank God. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, scooting out of her chair to sit in his lap.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I love you, Trevor.”
A lump burned in his throat, and he swallowed past it and wrapped his arms around Emily, closing his eyes and basking in the feel of her body pressed to his. Her soft, warm breaths drifted against his neck, and she melted into him and tightened her arms around his waist. “You’re very welcome,” he whispered back, finally finding his voice. “And I love you too, Emily, with all my heart.”
* * *
Another weekend came and left, and Daniel had to return to work as his vacation had finally come to an end. Trevor offered to take a few days off work to stay home with Emily, but she insisted she’d be fine on her own during the days. She resumed her usual chores and visited Amy and Caroline when time permitted, and she thrived on this routine.
On the nights Trevor got home early, they often shared Emily, making her scream and writhe between them as Daniel fucked
They also claimed her in any room in the house, instructing her to undress in the middle of the living room or the kitchen, or even in the dining room after a meal.
Trevor entered the kitchen one evening to find Daniel sitting in the breakfast nook, reading a newspaper, while Emily stood in nothing but an apron, spreading frosting over a cake. Her bright red bottom caught his attention, and he cleared his throat to get Emily’s attention. She turned to face him, blushing furiously.
“Young lady, I see you have a freshly spanked bottom.” He moved further into the kitchen to stand directly before her, and he grasped her chin between his fingers. “Did Daniel have to discipline you?”
“I—I…” she stammered and flushed all the way down to the swell of her breasts, glancing at Daniel who was now standing up to approach them.
“Emily, Trevor wants to know what naughty thing you did to get spanked this evening. Go on, tell him. There are no secrets between us,” Daniel said in a stern tone.
As Trevor’s curiosity grew, his excitement grew as well. Emily’s nervousness and constant blushing provoked his desires, causing his cock to harden as he glared down at her. She shifted in place and glanced from him to Daniel, her blue eyes wide and full of trepidation.
“I don’t wanna tell him what I did!” she suddenly shouted, stomping her foot and crossing her arms.
Trevor rose an eyebrow at her childish display. “Emily, you will tell me why Daniel spanked you right this instant, or I’ll spank you again myself.”
She glared up at him, her eyes narrowing. “No!” she said, shocking him. “It’s none of your business!”
It was nearly eight, and Trevor suspected she was getting cranky this close to her bedtime, but that was still no excuse for such naughty behavior. Grasping her arm, he led her to the island and pushed her forward, forcing her to bend over it as he reached for a wooden spoon. When she peered over her shoulder and glimpsed the implement in his hand, she began to struggle, but Trevor held her firmly in place with one hand pressed to her back.
Placing the spoon against her bottom, Trevor raised his arm and brought the spoon down with a resounding thwack, spanking first her right cheek and then her left. She howled and danced on her toes but remained in position bent over the counter. He swatted her a dozen times before pausing.
“Are you ready to tell me why Daniel spanked you?” He held the spoon at the ready should her stubbornness persist. “Very well,” he replied after she said nothing.
Trevor cracked the spoon over her cheeks, adding more redness to her bottom as she gasped and rose up on her toes. Finally, after another dozen swats, she relented.
“Okay, okay!” she said, her voice shaking with her tears. “I’ll tell you!”
He gave her one more spank and then paused, waiting for her to answer.
“I—I was doing something naughty in my bedroom,” she said miserably, her body going limp as she remained in place over the counter. “Daniel caught m-me touching…” Her voice trailed off and she sniffled. “He caught me touching myself.”
“And how exactly did Daniel punish you?” Trevor asked, suspecting she received more than a simple spanking.
“Please don’t make me tell you,” she said, her shoulders heaving.
He struck her upper thigh with the spoon, causing her to dance on her toes again.
“All right! I’ll tell you!” She took several deep breaths. “Daniel spanked my butt and then he spanked my pussy.”
The image of Emily spreading her legs to receive such an intimate punishment flashed in his mind, and his engorged cock pressed painfully against his jeans. “That was very naughty of you, Emily. Are you going to touch yourself again without permission, or did you learn your lesson?” he asked, guiding her off the counter and turning her to face him.
Staring at her feet, Emily twisted her hands in front of her and blinked rapidly. “Yes, sir, I learned my lesson. I—I am very sorry for touching myself.”
Daniel approached and stroked the side of Emily’s face. “Show Trevor your punished pussy, little girl.”
After much fussing and struggling, which resulted in Trevor applying the spoon to her bottom for a few more strokes, Emily acquiesced to Daniel’s demand and she reached around to untie her apron. It fell to the floor, and Trevor picked her up and placed her on the kitchen island after Daniel moved the cake pan aside. She laid back and spread her legs slightly.
“Baby, you’re going to need to spread wider than that,” Trevor said. His cock throbbed harder when he realized the counter was perfectly level with his groin. He ached to sink into her folds, and he stifled a groan when she slowly spread wider to reveal smooth, dark pink pussy lips. Moisture glistened all over her folds and on the insides of her thighs.
“Look how wet our naughty little girl is,” Daniel said.
“She’s very wet,” Trevor said, trailing a finger through her folds. Splaying her apart as she whimpered, he glimpsed her clit, red and swollen to nearly twice its normal size. “It appears Daniel punished your pussy thoroughly, Emily. Is it sore from the spanking?”
Her legs wobbled on the counter and she covered her face, then answered with a muffled, “Yes.”
“Your clit is very swollen, Emily. Did you orgasm before Daniel stopped you from masturbating?” Trevor suspected she was desperate to come, and he supposed if she’d learned her lesson, there wasn’t any harm in finally allowing her release.
“He caught me before I came,” she said, still keeping her face covered.
“You should have seen her,” Daniel said, leaning against the counter. “She was in her room, sitting on the edge of her bed with her skirts hiked up around her waist. I walked in to see her thrusting two fingers into her pussy while she was stroking her clit with her other hand. She was moaning so loud I heard her from downstairs.”
“Tsk tsk,” Trevor said, drawing moisture atop her clit, ever so lightly so as to tease her without pushing her into a release. When she tried to raise her center to meet his hand, Daniel swatted the insides of her thighs until she stilled on the counter, panting as her face flushed with frustration and desperate need.
“Emily, if we ever catch you masturbating again, you will be punished more severely than this time,” Daniel said.
She uncovered her face and stared at him with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”
Trevor continued to torment her clit with the pad of his thumb while she stared at Daniel.
“We’ll punish you together, little girl, and Trevor and I will take turns spanking your pussy, and we won’t allow you to come for a long time. Do you understand?” Daniel asked.
She nodded. “Yes, yes, I understand. Please, may I—I come now? I learned my lesson. I swear it. I’ll never, ever touch myself again without permission.”
Trevor dipped two fingers into her inner core, drawing more of her sweet essence over her clit. She whimpered and her legs trembled harder.
Daniel took her breasts in his hands and toyed with her nipples, pinching the stiff peaks while Trevor continued to tease her clit with little brushes of his thumb. “All right, Emily,” he finally said. “You may come now.”
Her head fell back and she thrust her hip to meet Trevor’s hands, falling apart in an instant as he rubbed her swollen clit, swirling his thumb over the nub as she shuddered and gasped. After she came, Trevor made her lick her essence off his fingers before they instructed her to get on her hands and knees on the floor, where she accepted Daniel’s cock in her mouth and Trevor’s cock in her pussy. They took her roughly in the middle of the kitchen, and she came again twice more as they used her, coming undone under their rough treatment.
Though Emily earned the occasional spanking for using bad language or talking back, she didn’t earn another punishment for touching her pussy.
* * *
On some days, Emily became their sweet little girl, and they enjoyed taking care of her and pampering her on these nights, encouraging her to play and be her little self. Emily’s colorful paintings adorned the refrigerator, and Trevor couldn’t help but smile each time he stepped on one of her ponies while walking around the house. Occasionally she’d earn a spanking for not tidying up after herself, though Daniel was stricter when it came to making her put away her toys.
On the nights she was naughty and earned an early bedtime, Trevor began insisting she wear a diaper to bed and wouldn’t allow her to get out of bed in the morning until one of them came to change her. She’d protested this treatment at first, but after earning quite a few spankings for sneaking out of bed to use the potty before they awoke, she acquiesced once she discovered such naughtiness would earn her an entire day spent in diapers in addition to a sore bottom. Trevor thought she looked adorable walking around the house in her cute childish dresses, a bulky diaper poking out from under the ruffles of fabric.
Two months after Patrick’s arrest, Trevor arrived home just before Emily’s bedtime. He hurried into the house, hoping to spend a few minutes with her before tucking her into bed. He grinned when he walked into the living room and spotted her sitting on the floor with her art supplies out on the coffee table. Her golden pigtails flipped around her head as she glanced up from the picture she was drawing.
“Trevor!” She tossed her crayon down and bounced up, running for him with a joyful expression that melted his heart. God, she was a sweetheart.
He picked her up and spun her around in a circle while she giggled. Daniel peeked his head in the room and nodded at Trevor.
“I’m expecting a phone call,” Daniel said. “Perhaps you can put our little one to bed tonight. She’s already had her bath and brushed her teeth. She’s been waiting for you.”
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