17. Piper
Piper
A blissful Sunday morning where I could sleep in had been promised to me before I went to bed late Saturday night.
Clayton had announced that the guys had promised to give Evelyn a ride into town to go to church. They’d also promised to spend some “daddies and me” time with Maisie at the park.
All of this conspired to give me a few extra hours of my Sunday morning where I was beholden to no one but myself until I had to get an early supper started.
I had resolved to stay in bed as late as possible, at least until ten.
Of course, the one morning I’d scheduled a lazy morning in bed, I found myself wide awake at a quarter to nine, the others only having recently left the ranch.
Groggily, I dragged myself into the kitchen, too lazy to throw on a fresh set of clothes while alone in the house, leaving me in boyshorts underwear and a lace-trim camisole.
I gave a big stretch and an even bigger yawn as I slowed to a stop in front of the kitchen island in a daze.
The warm, inviting smell of coffee filled my nose.
Mm, coffee. I could really go for a cup.
Still in a daze, I felt disappointed that I would have to make my own. Until I stood at the end of the counter, blinking dumbly at the tall coffee pot that was already mid-brew.
But if I hadn’t made the coffee, who had?
“I like your jammies ,” a voice called from behind me, followed by an appreciative wolf whistle.
I whipped around to see Dakota grinning.
In a completely misguided attempt to cover myself, I snatched the dish towel hanging from the bar across the front of the oven, as though the tiny chicken print towel would meaningfully conceal my near nakedness.
“I didn’t think anyone else was supposed to be home,” I blurted, my heart suddenly in my throat.
“Zeke and Clay took Maisie downtown for the morning.” Dakota swept his eyes up and down over me and my dish towel. “Just you, me, and Montana until they get back.”
“What!?” I squeaked, noticing Dakota’s eyes flit over my shoulder to the small breakfast table.
Sure enough, when I turned to look over my shoulder, Montana gawked at me over his newspaper.
Since I hadn’t been facing him with a tea towel, I was giving dear Monty a nearly unobstructed view of my butt in my cheeky boyshorts underwear.
“Every once in a while, Kota and I agree on something.” Montana gave me an approving nod. “Nice pajamas.”
And just like that, my bitch switch flipped.
“Well, at least one of us has to look good around here if Zeke’s out.” I sniffed, giving up on the dish towel, tossing it back over the counter to leave my skimpy pajamas on full display.
“Are you saying that Monty and I aren’t up to snuff?” Dakota scoffed, beginning to cross the kitchen floor to where I stood between him and his twin.
I took in the sight of Dakota and Montana, both still in plaid flannel pants and white cotton T-shirts. While it would take a lot of work to make either of them look anything less than downright gorgeous , the standard dude PJs weren’t doing them any favors, either.
In my best impression of nonchalance, I gave them a nonplussed lift of my shoulders before letting them sag.
“I mean—you’re the one who said it, not me.” I shook my head, ready to walk off, close myself into my room, and quite possibly die of embarrassment.
“Well, is this an improvement?” Dakota stripped out of his T-shirt lightning quick, revealing well-defined abs and pectoral muscles covered in a fine layer of golden brown chest hair, the muscle cuts at his hips disappearing as they dipped beneath the waistline of his blue plaid pajama pants.
Montana clicked his tongue in admonishment behind me as Dakota flaunted his ruggedly ripped physique.
“Yes, I would say that ditching that pesky shirt was a massive improvement.” I nodded, eyes running up and down his body greedily.
Without warning, a screech of chair legs on the wooden floor sounded, letting me know that Montana had pushed back from the breakfast table.
I turned to watch as Montana’s hands found the hem of his shirt, whipping it up and over his head in a single fluid motion to display his similarly impressive form.
Not to be outdone by his twin brother, Montana continued on—dropping his green plaid flannel pajama pants to reveal a pair of skintight black boxer briefs, his massive cock already visible at half-mast through the thin material.
“I’m sorry, Kota, I think Monty may have found a way to improve on your methods.” I shook my head, my eyes big as dinner plates as I spotted that bulge.
“They might call it the full Monty , but I assure you…” Dakota dropped his trousers completely, his hard cock bouncing freely in the open air until he grabbed himself by the base, just above his swelling knot. “I’ve got an inch on him where it counts.”
“You two better come over to the couch and let me take a closer look,” I purred hungrily, inviting the two of them to join me on the large leather sectional.
Practically tripping out of his boxers on his way to me, Monty was the first one to my side. I reached out my hand, caressing him down to the knot as he shuffled himself onto the couch before me.
Dakota wasn’t far behind, deftly scrambling onto the couch on my opposite side, and I took his throbbing erection in my other hand.
“Hmm, I don’t know, looks pretty close to me,” I mused aloud, turning to Montana and taking him into my mouth before popping him free from my lips then taking Dakota’s length nearly to my throat.
I gave a few more of these “oral exams” before shimmying out of my panties and camisole. Immediately, Dakota and Montana reached down to toy with my hard, rosy nipples.
“Might be able to tell a little better if you let me demonstrate, pretty girl,” Dakota rumbled low in his chest as one of his hands helped to guide me onto my hands and knees.
Eagerly, I adjusted myself on the couch cushions between them—both Dakota and Montana still in a high-kneeling position—me on all fours.
I felt Dakota’s fingers trace my slick pussy lips, gathering some of the dewy drops to lube his impressive erection and gently pulsing knot.
Montana cupped my face as he fed me his cock, watching Dakota press himself to the slippery tightness of my pussy.
“Don’t you worry, sunshine, just relax,” Montana crooned as Dakota sank several inches of his length inside of me. “My cock isn’t much bigger than his, just enough. And you’re taking him beautifully .” Montana looked down at me adoringly as he slipped his cock past my waiting lips.
I moaned around Montana’s hardness, the praise and the warm, full sensation of Dakota pushing into me up to the swell of his thick knot drawing the sound from my belly.
After a couple of deep, seeking strokes, he huffed a few ragged breaths and pulled out completely.
“Okay,” Dakota breathed shakily, stroking himself while still dripping with my slick. He turned me around and shoved my mouth on him, Montana now saddled with my slick cunt.
“Now the moment of truth,” Montana growled, his cock nearly jumping in his hand as he pressed himself against me.
I resisted the urge to just slam my hips back, driving him as deeply as I could, but I waited. Montana’s grip was like iron on my hips as my hungry cunt pulled him in, inch by glorious inch.
“You can feel that difference, can’t you, sunshine?” he rasped, giving me a few gentle thrusts, testing just how far he could get himself inside before his knot shut him out.
The best I could do was moan around Dakota’s cock by way of response while the twins filled me at both ends.
All of Montana’s smooth talking flew out the window once he found a rhythm.
“You’re taking both our cocks so well, pretty girl,” Dakota encouraged me while his twin growled with pleasure behind me. My whines reverberated around Dakota’s cock each time Montana’s rubbed against my cervix, his knot stretching and stretching me until?—
“ Fuck! ” Montana barked, his knot pushing past my tight pussy with a start as his hips rolled to a stop.
Dakota did his best to contain his laughter at his twin’s premature knotting. Pulling himself free of my lips, he pumped away at his cock with his fist.
“Jesus—fuck, this is embarrassing,” Montana grunted out, easing us both back onto the couch, him leaning against the back of the chaise lounge, my exposed pussy still filled with Montana’s knot.
“It’s okay,” I panted, though I could feel my heartbeat thundering in my swollen clit.
“Don’t worry.” Dakota beamed, dipping his index finger between his lips before reaching for my clit. “I’ll help you get there.” He started the most tender of stroking motions at the perfect speed.
Montana let out another moan as I clenched tighter around his knot, the attention on my clit driving me absolutely wild.
“That’s right—go ahead and come for me, pretty girl.”
Dakota’s words knocked over the first of the dominoes, his stroking, the pulse of Montana’s knot inside me, and my muscles firing like mad all tumbling after as I cried out in the living room, my arms giving way as my orgasm finished rocking through me.