by Becca Van
Tara didn’t wait around to hear the reply. Just when she was feeling on top of the world again, that bitch had to turn up. She knew Johnny and Clay were healthy, sexual men and wouldn’t have waited around for her, but having the situation right in her face made pain stab into her heart.
Tara washed her hands at the sink and set about making omelettes and salad for lunch with warm crusty rolls from the oven. By the time Clay and Johnny entered the kitchen, everything was set out on the table ready to eat.
Tara sat and ate quietly. She wasn’t interested in making small talk to the two men seated at the table with her. She kept her eyes on her plate, not willing to have the confrontation she knew would come if they could discern her thoughts. When Clay spoke, it seemed that wasn’t necessary anyway. He seemed to be able to read her mind.
“Celia meant nothing to us, Tara. We used her and she used us. She knew from the start nothing would eventuate from a relationship with us. She was a means to scratch an itch, to fuck. You mean so much more to us than that,” Clay stated as he leaned over the table, placed a finger beneath her chin to make her look at him.
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You have a lot to learn about women if you think that explanation is supposed to make me feel better,” Tara stated with ire, rose from her chair, and left the dining room.
Tara couldn’t believe how callously he had treated that woman. Didn’t that mean they treated all women the same? Including her? She waited until she heard the slam of the back door then went to clean up the kitchen. She gave a sigh of relief to find it empty and set about putting the kitchen to rights and preparing food for dinner. Once that was done, she went on a cleaning frenzy. By the time she had to put dinner in the oven, the house was spotless. Tara had cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, including the bathrooms and the floors. She put the chicken casserole in the oven and set the rice boiler to start in about forty minutes, and then she went to shower.
Tara was back in the kitchen ready to serve dinner when Clay and Johnny entered the back door.
“You’ve got five minutes to clean up. Dinner’s ready, and if I hold it off any longer it will start to spoil,” Tara stated without turning around. She heard their footsteps as they left to shower and change.
Tara served dinner and was just placing the plates on the table as Clay and Johnny returned. She wanted nothing more than to pick up her plate and hide in her bedroom, but knew she would be hauled back to the dining room, so she didn’t bother. She sat down and picked at her food, listening as Clay and Johnny talked about the ranch. When Tara couldn’t stomach the thought of another mouthful of food, she picked her plate up, stood, and took it over to the kitchen. She was just about to scrape the food into the trash as a large hand plucked the plate from hers, put it down on the counter, and turned her around gently by the shoulders.
Tara felt Johnny’s finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She knew he could see the pain and sadness, which was not there this morning, back in her eyes and face. He picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the table, sat down with her on his lap within the circle of his arms.
“Talk to me, Tara. What happened between our horse ride and now to make you so sad?”
Tara kept her eyes on the table, not wanting him or Clay to know she was envious of their previous and or current lovers. She’d felt as if her heart was breaking all over again when she had seen Celia hanging off her men and talking to them.
“Celia,” Clay stated from next to her. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it, baby?”
“Is Clay right, sweetheart? You have nothing to worry about, Tara. You are the one we want. The women we had previously in our lives, before you showed up again, meant nothing. They were just a fuck, Tara, they didn’t mean anything,” Johnny explained.
Tara pushed Johnny’s arms from around her waist, rose to her feet, and moved a few paces away. She turned back to face Clay and Johnny head-on. She’d had enough of this shit.
“So was I just a fuck, too? Another warm body to relieve an itch?” Tara asked with a sneer on her face, trying to cover the pain inside her.
“Is that what you think? God, Tara, don’t you know how much you mean to us? We love you, baby. We have loved you since you were fifteen years old. But there was nothing we could do about it. Don’t you understand that? We were so much older than you. We still are, but at least you’re of age now. Nothing will ever stop us from loving you,” Clay verbalized as he rose from his chair, moving toward her with a predatory glean in his eyes, Johnny following close behind him.
“Do you really mean that? You’re not just saying it to make me feel better?”
“No, sweetheart. We never say anything we don’t mean. You should know that, Tara. How could you think we didn’t love you?” Johnny asked, anguish evident in his voice.
“I thought you liked me like a sister. How was I to know it was more than that? You never told me.”
“Oh, baby. We wanted to. So damn much, but we couldn’t. You were way too young. We were waiting for you to grow up, and then nothing was going to hold us back,” Clay stated as he drew Tara into his arms. Tara sighed as he pulled her up against the length of his body, holding her tightly against him. She glanced over her shoulder when she felt Johnny move in behind her, leaning his body against Tara’s back, sandwiching her between them, and felt his brother wrap his arms around Tara’s hips.
“I love you, too. I love both of you so much. I thought I’d die not being with you when Mom and I had to move. And when I came to say good-bye, found you both fucking that woman, it broke my heart. I felt like I would shatter. I wanted to get in touch with you, but I didn’t think you cared anymore.” Tara sobbed. She clutched Clay’s shirt in her hand and let the warmth of their large, muscular bodies seep into her cold frame. She felt her heart open wide and fill with joy and happiness. She had finally come home. She was complete for once in her life. Complete like she never had been before.
“How about you go and strip off your clothes and lay on the bed, sweetheart? Clay and I want to give you a massage so your muscles don’t freeze up after riding this morning.”
“Okay. That would be nice.”
“Go on then, baby. We’ll be in in a minute,” Clay said as he released Tara, turned her toward the hallway, and popped her on the ass.
Tara exited the kitchen with a smile and an extra sway in her hips. Her smile broadened as she heard Clay and Johnny groan behind her.
Chapter Ten
Tara grabbed a large, clean towel out of the bathroom cupboard, stripped her clothes off, and settled on top of the towel on the bed. She gave a sigh and let the tension in her muscles drain away as she rested her head on the back of her hands She heard footsteps in the hall and knew Clay and Johnny were about to enter the room.
“Wow, do you know how sexy you are, Tara? You take my breath away.” Clay growled as he walked to the side of the bed.
“I’ve never felt sexy before, but you two make me feel beautiful and sexy. I love you both so much,” Tara replied with a hitch in her voice.
“We love you, too, sweetheart. And you are the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen. You make me so hard, Tara,” Johnny stated in a deep, husky, passion-filled voice. “Now we are going to give you a nice massage and then we’re going to show you how much we love you. We want you to just lay back and relax, let us give you some pampering, honey. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Tara heard the pop of a bottle, and then the sweet scent of avocado and honey filled the air. Large, warm, oily hands connected with her shoulders and ran down along her back and spine, massaging the tight knots of muscle until they released. Another pair of hands began to massage her thighs and legs and slowly crept up to her buttocks. Tara couldn’t help groaning at the pleasure-pain of her muscles being massaged. She could have lain there for hours, floating in and out of a doze as they eased her tension.
The air in the room began to thicken as her butt chee
ks were massaged and separated with eroticism then the large warm hands ran up and down the inside of her thighs. Tara’s breathing began to escalate as the two pairs of hands wandered up and down the length of her body. They spent a lot of time on her, getting her to relax, but also turning her on until she could feel her pussy weeping her juices onto the inside of her thighs.
“Turn over, baby,” Clay commanded quietly as he held her hips to help her turn.
She opened her eyes, her lids heavy with passion as she took in Johnny, then Clay. She watched as they poured more oil into their hands then rubbed them together to warm the oil. Clay reached for her shoulders and began to massage, moving his large palms down over her until her breasts were beneath his slippery hands. He kneaded the mounds of flesh gently but firmly, making sure to flick his thumbs over her hard nipples.
Johnny started from the tops of her feet and worked his way up the length of her legs. He moved up the outside of her limbs, gliding his hands back down over the top of them, then worked his way up the inside of her thighs.
Tara arched her breasts and hips up to those delicious, massaging palms, trying to get them to touch her where she needed them most. Johnny and Clay chuckled and moved their hands away from her breasts and legs to meet on her abdomen. They removed their hands, wiped them off on a hand towel, and began to remove their clothes as they watched her.
“If you don’t want this, baby, now is the time to say something,” Clay growled out.
Tara looked from Clay to Johnny, giving them a saucy smile and wink. She laughed out loud as the two men removed their clothes, lightning fast. Johnny finished first and crawled up onto the bed on her left side. He held her gaze with his own and slowly lowered his head down to hers. He slid his lips over her mouth, groaning with pleasure when Tara slid her tongue over his top lip. Johnny angled his head and devoured her mouth.
Tara mewled as Johnny slid his tongue into her mouth, gliding it along hers as they twirled and fought for supremacy of the kiss. Johnny won by pushing her tongue back into her mouth using his own. The sensation as he nipped and licked at her lips as their mouths mated was so wonderful she wanted more, and she whimpered with frustration as he finally drew back from the kiss when the need for air necessitated. She heard him gulp air into his own lungs and watched as he turned his head to see Clay sucking her nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other hard peak between his thumb and finger.
Her breath hitched as Johnny crawled down to the end of the bed, spread Tara’s thighs wide, and moved up between them. She couldn’t believe what he did next. He lay down on his belly and breathed the scent of her weeping pussy into his nose. It looked as if he enjoyed her scent as a wicked grin slid over his lips, and then he was lowering his head. He moved his head down and licked her from her small, creamy hole, up through her folds to her clit. The little bundle of nerves was standing up, begging him for attention.
Tara felt Clay release her nipple from his mouth with a pop and then lean up to take her mouth with his. He slammed his mouth over hers and ate at her lips until she opened her mouth to give him the access he wanted. He gentled the kiss and took her mouth with a languid slowness that had Tara begging for more. She groaned into his mouth as he poured all of his love into his kiss. She had never wanted a man or men the way she wanted Clay and Johnny. They made her feel complete and comfortable in her own skin. He weaned his mouth from hers and lifted his head to watch Johnny consume her pussy.
Tara couldn’t prevent a groan from escaping as Johnny pushed two fingers into her hot, wet cunt as his tongue swirled and laved over her clit. He twisted his fingers around and slid them up to the top of her pussy walls to the second knuckle until he found what he was searching for. The sensation of him rubbing the pads of his fingers over the rough patch of flesh inside her pussy had her moaning even more, and she heard Johnny give a chuckle as she bucked her hips up, eager for more of his touch. She felt Johnny place a large palm across her lower abdomen and pubic bone to hold her hips down. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy faster as he laved his tongue over her clit. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning with pleasure and felt the walls of her wet sheath ripple around his fingers. Johnny began to pump his fingers in and out, faster, harder, and deeper, making sure to slide over her G-spot and give a slight tug at the top of her pussy near the entrance. She felt him push down on her pubic bone harder to keep her from bucking him off of her, and her moaning was became louder and longer, indicating she was moments away from climax. She saw Johnny open his eyes just in time for both of them to see Clay suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth as he pinched the other one between his finger and thumb.
Tara heard Johnny give a moan of satisfaction when her cunt clamped down hard on his fingers and filled his mouth and the palm of his hand with her cum. He growled deep in his throat as he sucked and licked her juices up into his mouth, making lewd slurping sounds. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her sweet cream. He always seemed so eager to eat her pussy out, and she knew he could spend hours doing so if she would only let him. He told her as much early this morning. He kept thrusting his cock and balls against her thigh, and she knew he was aching as much as she was. He was as eager as she to have his flesh buried deep in her cunt.
Tara was panting heavily as she felt Johnny move up between her legs, lean over her, and take her mouth with his, getting even more turned on as he shared the taste of her cum with her. He pushed his hips into hers, making both of them groan when she felt the head of his cock slip through the tight flesh of her pussy. He slid his tongue into her mouth, twining it with hers as he thrust his hips forward again, another couple of inches of his cock slipping into her tight sheath. Tara knew he was trying to go slow, but she was having none of that. She grabbed his ass and bucked her hips up into his, and he plunged into her until he was buried balls-deep.
Tara gripped Johnny’s ass tighter as he weaned his mouth from hers, slid his arms up underneath her shoulders, and pulled her up, making her release her hold on him, until they were breast to chest, with her sitting impaled on his hard rod. He spread his legs and grasped her fleshy, muscular cheeks and spread them wide. Tara felt Clay move up behind her and massage some of the fragrant oil into the small pucker of her anus. He pushed and tantalized the sensitive nerves until she relaxed her muscles as her ass opened up to him, letting him know she liked what he was doing. He slowly eased his fingers into her tight ass, and Tara turned her head just in time to see him bite his lip as if to keep himself in control of his own body. Once his fingers were all the way in her tight, dark entrance, he wiggled his fingers around, stretching her tight muscles. She could feel him slowly scissoring his fingers as he began to pump his digits in and out of her dark entrance. Then she started trying to push back on his fingers, letting him know she was ready for him. He withdrew his fingers from her butt, causing her to groan, but then she heard the slick sound of him lathering his cock with more oil, and he moved in close to her body once more.
Tara groaned as Clay held her waist while Johnny held her butt cheeks wide for him. He slowly began to push his hard cock into her body. He moaned loudly as the tip of his penis pushed through the tight muscles of her sphincter.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me? It burns. You’re hurting me,” Tara gasped out.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” Clay asked, holding his breath, waiting for her reply.
“No, I want you to fuck me,” Tara cried out.
“Breathe, sweetheart. That’s it. Breathe in and out with me, and when Clay starts to push in again, use your muscles to push out,” Johnny whispered in her ear.
Clay began to push in again, so Tara breathed and pushed her ass muscles out. She groaned as Clay slid into her ass. The pain was too much to bear, until all of a sudden the feeling changed to pleasure.
“I’m in, baby. Good girl. God, you are so sexy. Now don’t move, Tara, let Johnny and I do all the work. We don’t want to hurt you,” Clay advised.
Cla
y pulled his cock back until just the tip was resting inside her ass. As he pushed back in, Johnny pulled his engorged meat out of her tight, wet pussy until he was just resting inside her body. They set a slow, easy rhythm, making sure not to hurt Tara in any way. With each thrust of their hips, they slowly increased the pace until Tara couldn’t stand it anymore. She began rocking her hips in time with their thrusts until she had them moving in and out of her body in a faster pace. The sound of their balls slapping against her flesh heightened her arousal to a fever pitch. She felt the first tingles warning of her impending climax as her wall rippled along the hard flesh sliding in and out of her body.
“It’s too much. You have to stop,” Tara cried.
“No, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. We want you to come on our cocks. Let go, Tara. Milk the seed from our balls,” Johnny panted against her ear.
Tara grunted as Clay moved a hand down between her and Johnny’s body. Without touching his brother, he wet the pad of his finger in her pussy juice and slid back up to her clit. He rubbed his finger over the hard bundle of nerves a few times until she was screaming and bucking between them. She couldn’t prevent her body from clamping down hard on their dicks. She had them groaning out loud as they forged in and out of her body. They pumped into her body a couple more times, and she was satisfied to hear them both roar their release as she pulled them into space with her, her cunt still convulsing around their hard cocks. When her body stopped clenching and slowly came back down to earth, Tara flopped her head onto Johnny’s shoulder, breathing rapidly until her lungs stopped working so hard.
Tara gave a soft sigh as Clay slowly eased his softening cock from her ass, which then had them both groaning. He bent down and scooped her up, pulling her off Johnny’s cock, and headed to the bathroom.
“Hey. I was enjoying our cuddle,” Johnny stated belligerently as he followed Clay into the bathroom.