by Tess Oliver
"You don't need to. I can use the one you're using. Unless, you know, you don't want me to use it."
"No, no that's fine. Do you need anything else?" I asked. I was talking fast and stupidly but just couldn't stop myself.
Sutton strolled back to the couch and picked up the duffle bag she'd brought along. "Nope, I have clean undies so I'm good."
"Uh, it's just in there." I pointed to the hallway. If I followed her to show her where to find everything, I would just continue to make an ass of myself so I stayed put in the kitchen. "I'll just be here, scrambling and toasting," I added to top off my clown act.
The shower turned on as I absently broke the eggs into a bowl. Odds were plenty of shell went in too, but my mind was in that shower with a soapy, naked Sutton Jensen. Fuck, this was a mistake. I'd promised to help her find a way out of her mess, to find out what'd happened to her mom and sister, but all I could think about this morning was having her in my bed.
I walked to the sink, turned on the cold water and splashed my face.
"Ouch," Sutton cried from the shower.
"Oh shit." I turned off the cold water. The shitty plumbing in the house was so connected it was impossible to wash dishes and run the bathroom sink or shower without affecting the temperature.
I hurried to the bathroom. The door was ajar and soapy steam was beginning to fill up the small room. "Are you all right? I forgot and turned on the cold water."
Her long fingers curled around the shower curtain. She pulled it back enough that I could see the tops of her breasts. "I'm fine, just a brief scalding." She winked and shut the curtain.
I returned to the kitchen feeling even more like an idiot. I continued with the eggs, though I couldn't remember if I salted them so I added more just in case. We'd find out soon enough if they ended up tasting like a mouth of salt water. And, as I thought about salt water, the shower turned off.
I took a steadying breath as I dropped a pat of butter on the frying pan. The shower was over, and her naked body was soon going to be covered in clothes. I could slowly bring my heartbeat and pulse back to normal, I assured myself, only I was feeling anything but sure. After all, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt were easy to slip off . . . or yank off . . . or rip off. Footsteps in the hallway snapped me out of the fully erotic daydream I was about to jump into. Turned out, I didn't need the daydream because reality was far more intense.
Sutton stepped out of the hallway wearing just a towel, a narrow towel around her body. Each breath lifted the naked swells of her breasts, and the bottom half of the towel fell just an inch or so below her pussy. I couldn't unfreeze my feet from their place on the floor.
"I couldn't find a fan and I made the bathroom super hot and steamy." Her long, wet lashes fluttered up and down.
"Right, uh, it's under the medicine cabinet, in kind of a weird place." There was nothing normal about my breathing, but I tried to pretend everything was just fine.
"Thanks," she said sweetly. "By the way, I think the butter is burning."
I smelled the smoke, something that I was supposedly expert at, as she turned back to the hallway. That was when I noticed the bottom of her pert little ass was showing beneath the towel.
Smoke continued to billow up from the pan nudging me out of my trance. I spun around and grabbed the hot pan. I dropped it into the sink. It hissed with steam as I ran water in it to wash out the burnt butter.
"Damnit, and here I thought this would be easy," she said behind me.
I shut off the water and turned around. The tiny towel was still wrapped around her but barely.
"I've been trying every trick in the book, if there is such a book, to seduce Kingston Bristow. I thought it would be much easier than this."
It took me a second to absorb her words. "Oh, no, it was easy. It was fucking easy. You had me at that seductive little stretch on the couch. Everything after that has just been gravy."
We stared at each other for a good, long moment. It was so strange, the two of us standing in a living room together after all these years, yet everything about it felt right. She was right. She was familiar. She was amazing.
I crossed the room in three steps and yanked away the towel in one swipe. I had to remind myself to slow down, but my body was telling me the opposite. I pulled her into my arms. She stared up at me with a teasing smile.
"I wasn't sure if you'd want me. After all, I'm the wrong twin."
I shook my head. "No, you're fucking not. You're the right twin. I've been in love with that girl in the park, the one who let me kiss her. My first kiss, Tic Tacs and all. All I could ever think about was that damn kiss. These are the lips I've been wanting for all these years." My mouth covered hers.
The kiss started tentatively. I didn't want to scare her off, but it became apparent pretty fast that Sutton was not going anywhere. She leaned harder against me, pressing her hardened nipples against my shirt. Her lips parted, inviting me to deepen the kiss.
My hands smoothed over her naked back, along the curve of her hip and over her ass. I couldn't suppress the groan that rolled up from my chest. I wanted her. It seemed that I'd wanted her forever.
Our mouths stayed pressed together hard, devouring each other as her long fingers snatched the ends of my shirt. She lifted the hem up to my chest. We parted just long enough for me to pull off my shirt.
She smiled and licked the side of her lip. "Oh my, Kingston Bristow grew up even better than I expected. And, trust me, I was expecting a lot." She pressed her mouth against my chest and kissed me.
She squealed as I lifted her into my arms. "My gosh, if you knew how often I'd imagined exactly this scenario when we were teens."
"But you hated me," I reminded her.
"Yes and as I hated you, you were carrying me naked in your arms to a lush green hillside in the middle of the country."
I paused in the hallway. "Sorry, it's just my bed, and I haven't made it yet so—"
As I spoke she curled her arm around my neck and brought my mouth down to hers. I continued on to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed. "That wasn't part of the dream either. Neither was the condom you're about to put on," she said.
"Right. Condom. Nothing like a fucking condom to interrupt a perfectly good fuck." I shuffled through my nightstand drawer and pulled out a handful.
Her head dropped back with laughter. "Someone is feeling mighty virile this morning."
I pushed off my jeans and my cock sprang free. "Damn fucking right."
She stared admiringly at my erection. "Like I said, nothing disappointing about the way Kingston Bristow turned out."
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about Sutton, excuse me, Tony Brooks."
We'd been joking, teasing each other but then a quiet, intense silence fell over the room as we gazed into each other's eyes. I'd felt so instantly connected to her in every way. My mouth pushed down over hers. Her body rose up to meet mine. My mouth left hers, and I trailed kisses along her neck, breathing in the pure fragrance of her soft, flawless skin. My senses were on overload. My mouth found her taut rose colored nipples as they tightened and puckered in anticipation of my kisses. I swirled my tongue around each nipple taking time to nibble and tease each one.
Her hands cupped my head, holding me tighter against her as I continued the trail of kisses between her breasts and along her stomach. My hand tucked between her thighs and they fell open, inviting me to explore. My cock thrummed with heat as my fingers found the hot, sweet moisture between her legs. She groaned in pleasure as my thumb stroked her clit, and my fingers plunged inside of her. Her hips came off the mattress to meet my strokes.
I pumped my fingers inside of her and moved my mouth over the mound of her pussy, replacing my thumb with my tongue. I flicked it against her clit. She lifted her ass higher off the mattress to meet the pressure of my mouth. Her thighs squeezed around my hand as my fingers dove three deep inside of her. Then I felt the quivering energy
of her pussy as it spilled over into an orgasm.
"Fuck, King, yes, yes." She rocked against the pressure of my hand and mouth to feel every pulse, every wave of pleasure. "Hurry," she said hoarsely. "Again, with you inside of me."
I moved to straddle her. I wanted her so badly I had to take deep breaths and steady myself so that I didn't come instantly. I lifted her ass off the mattress and thrust inside of her, watching her incredible face as my cock reached the depths of her pussy, a pussy still hot and pulsing from the orgasm. She cried out softly, intensely as her pussy shuddered in waves around my rock hard erection. I wanted to take it easy, slowly to savor her body for a little longer, but in this case, my lust won out.
I pumped inside of her easy at first then fast and hard. She threw her legs around my waist to take in more of me, and I took it as an invitation to do just that. The bed rattled beneath us and slammed the wall behind us as our bodies, in opposition, slamming into each other with each thrust until I couldn't hold back. I gripped her ass tightly, holding her against me. She cried out and her pussy clenched around me, milking me to orgasm.
The wet heat of sex covered our bodies, making our skin slick as I lowered myself down, rolled to my side and brought her against me. My arms wrapped around her and she pressed her face, her entire body against me snugly as if she planned to stay there for a long time. I was good with that.
How many times I'd imagined myself holding her naked against me, I thought and then it struck me. I hadn't. I'd never considered Sutton to be the one in my arms. It had always been Kenzie. My head was splitting with confusion. My feelings for one sister had been instantly transferred to the other, so similar and yet so different. What the hell was happening? Something about it felt wrong but then mostly everything about it felt right. One thing was certain, I was determined to help bring her dad to justice.
"Penny for your thoughts, Kingston Bristow," she said softly.
"They're not really worth the penny." She'd caught me off guard. My thoughts for the most part were far too jumbled, too aggravating. I was in a quiet turmoil about the whole thing. Had I really been in love with Sutton? Was it the kiss that sparked my true feelings? But the kiss was with Kenzie or so I thought. But right now Sutton was in my arms, and I wanted her there. I wanted her.
I wrapped my arms tighter around her. Soon, I felt her relax against me, breathing softly in a deep sleep. The connection between us was profound, instant, as if I'd always loved her. Sutton. I spent my childhood and teens dreaming about Kenzie, but I was holding Sutton in my arms. It was all pretty fucking crazy, but what mattered most was she was with me now and I was going to do everything in my power to protect her.
14
I woke to food cooking. It was the eggs I'd started earlier only to be sidetracked by my seductive couch guest. Sutton was standing in the kitchen, a stream of sunlight highlighted her profile as she focused on the pan on the stove. She tucked her hair back. A breath caught in my throat. It was really her. I was still having to convince myself that none of this was a dream. While I never got to see Kenzie as a full-grown woman, it was amazing how much Sutton looked like her sister. They were truly identical. How had I missed that?
Sutton heard my footsteps. They were hard to miss on the old, creaky floors. She smiled and I was swept right back to Westridge and my teen years. Everything about her stirred my blood. Empty stomach or not, I wanted nothing more than to carry her back to my bed and strip her naked.
"I decided these eggs shouldn't go to waste," she said. "I hope you don't mind, I added some onions and peppers. I figured it wasn't too unorthodox considering it is now closer to lunch than breakfast."
"Sounds delicious." I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. My cock stood to attention as I pressed it against her bottom. "Delicious is my new word for everything in this kitchen."
She laughed. The motion caused my erection to poke at her. She laughed again and wriggled her bottom against me. "I thought I should feed you first, so you had plenty of energy for another round." She turned in my arms and kissed me, then spun back around to the stove.
"It's going to be awfully hard to eat when all I can think of is you climbing back into my bed," I said. Hours earlier, I'd chastised myself for even thinking about sex with Sutton. But she had been so different, so much freer and wilder than I expected. It hadn't taken long to put away my guilt and enjoy being with her. Now that we'd started, I worried that I'd never have enough of her.
"You know, you might have unleashed an insatiable hunger here," I growled into her ear.
"That's why I'm making eggs," she said with a giggle because my ear growl had tickled her.
"No, I don't think you're understanding my meaning." I reached under her shirt and was pleasantly surprised that she was braless. My hand swept over her breast. Her nipple hardened as I pinched it lightly.
"Oh, I understand you very much." The words floated out on a sigh. She leaned her head back against my chest and jutted her breast forward. At the same time she continued to stir the pan of eggs. "This may turn out to be my best scrambled eggs ever," she said between breaths.
My hand traveled down and slipped under her jeans until it found a soft, warm place between her legs.
She dropped the spoon. It clattered onto the pan. "You're not playing fair," she sighed and turned off the stove. "Guess we'll eat cold eggs." She leaned back against me as my hand massaged her pussy, making it hotter and wetter with each stroke.
Reluctantly, she pulled my hand from her pants and spun around to face me. Her arms went around my neck. I cupped my hands beneath her ass and she wrapped her legs around me.
We kissed as I carried her to the front room, kicking shit like shoes and a football out of my way as I plodded blindly toward the couch. She lowered her legs and arms and reached for the button on my jeans.
She laughed lightly as she fumbled with the button. "Look what you've done to me," she giggled. "I can't even open a fucking button."
I nudged her hand away. "Get naked. I'll handle my buttons."
She pulled off her shirt and her naked breasts popped free. I was temporarily pulled from my task of undressing to take each one into my mouth, teasing the nipples to tautness with my tongue.
She pushed off her pants and panties with one movement. "You are behind and I'm going to yank those suckers off of you if you don't hurry."
I pushed my pants off and sat down on the couch. My cock jutted straight up, hard and ready and anxious. Sutton's hard nipples pointed at me with appreciation as she straddled my lap. Her mouth covered mine for a few seconds until she lifted up and pressed her tight pussy down over me, sighing and moaning as she took in each inch of me.
"Oh, King, this feels so fucking good," she whispered as she began to writhe over me. Her breasts slapped against my face. I sucked and kissed them as they neared my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her naked ass and spread her wide, to allow her to take in more of me. My fingers probed her ass as she rose up and down, impaling herself each time while she pushed her ass out and in toward my probing fingers. She braced her hands on my chest and stared down at me with glittering green eyes, heavy with lust and burning for satisfaction.
Then her eyes closed and her head dropped back as she milked me with her hot, tight pussy. She cried out in pleasure and the sound of it brought me to climax. My cock pulsed inside of her as she clenched around me. She held me tightly between her legs to squeeze the last drops out of me.
She collapsed down over me, resting her head against my shoulder and keeping me buried deep inside of her.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Forgot about the protection."
"Hmm, that's right. Guess it's good I have protection."
I smoothed my hand over her back. "Now I'm jealous of whoever you needed that protection for."
Sutton lifted her head. Her lip was curled up to one side. "Did you think I was saving myself for Kingston Bristow?"
"No, I mean obviously you weren't." I was teasing of course,
but at the same time there was definitely a feeling of proprietorship seeping through my bones. The thought of anyone else holding her, kissing her, fucking her was getting to me.
She sensed it. "Guess you thought prim, little Sutton should have stayed dour and prudish. You forget I've been traveling with bands, singing in bars and clubs. I left behind that old Sutton long ago. Been living the life of a twenty-first century woman." She leaned down and bit my shoulder.
I jumped. "Ouch. What was that for?"
"To startle you into the new century too."
I hugged her against me. "I'm a new century kind of guy just as long as all the other new century guys keep their fucking mitts off you."
"You haven't changed. Still possessive," she said, then grew quiet as if she hadn't meant to say it.
"I don't remember ever acting possessive around you," I countered.
She climbed off of me and suddenly seemed flustered. "No, not with me but with my sister," she said off-handedly. She hopped up and put on her clothes. "How about that breakfast? I mean lunch?"
Sutton walked to the kitchen as she pulled on her shirt. "Do you have any bread? We could make toast."
I was slightly baffled at how quickly she wanted to escape what she'd just said. "Uh, yeah, there's bread." I plucked up my pants. "I'll make the toast. I think I can handle that without screwing it up."
I pulled the bread out of the fridge and dropped some slices into the toaster. "Sutton, I've decided I'm going to head to Westridge. I'm going to go up that trail and look around. There has to be something up there to help us find out what happened to your mom. I don't think it's a good idea for you—"
Sutton spun around from the stove. "I'm going. I want to go with you."
15
We'd finished the dishes and were just about to sit down to make a plan when my phone rang. I laughed. "It's Bronx."