El Rancho del Corazón
6 Crime and Punishment
THE HOUSE WAS QUIET when we got home. In fact, the only people home were Courtney and Anna. Court was sitting at the kitchen table with notebooks in front of her and the phone beside her when we came through the door. She almost knocked over the table scrambling up to come and greet us. Jennifer got the first big kiss, but before they had parted, Courtney pulled me in to join them. Courtney and Jennifer are the only ones who ever do this with me, and I will never get tired of feeling both their tongues dueling with mine as the three of us kiss together. Nor will I ever stop springing an instant boner when they do.
Let’s just say that I didn’t get a chance to say ‘hi’ to Anna, who had been peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink, when Rose and Rhiannon both rushed her and began talking at once. Courtney had Jennifer and me upstairs and in bed before my car had stopped ticking in the driveway. That three-way kiss just disconnects my brain from anything outside the reality of these two girls. Courtney was on top of Jennifer as they licked each other’s clits. I got sheathed and slid deep inside Courtney’s incredibly tight pussy. Jennifer began her usual routine of alternating licks on Courtney’s clit and my balls, sliding up along my shaft to descend on Courtney’s clit again. I petted Court’s butt and slapped it lightly as she mounted toward her peak. After her first, she turned her head from Jennifer’s juicy snatch.
“Brian,” she panted. “You know I love your cock in my pussy, but I need it an inch-and-a-half south of there.”
“Now, Court?”
“Right fucking now!”
I reached into my nightstand and retrieved my bottle of lube. I needed to remember to get some more after this use. I ran it into Courtney’s crack and massaged it into her anus with my fingers as she panted, “Yes. Yes. Bump. Bump.” I pulled out of her tight hot pussy and lined up with her little brown hole. “Bump. Bump. IN!” I slid into Court easily and she was on-track for an ear-shattering orgasm that caused Jennifer to scream as well—a sound that reverberated against my balls. Three more long slow strokes into Courtney’s ass and I was spewing my load. Courtney screamed again.
I collapsed against Courtney, pulling her to the side so we didn’t crush Jennifer under us.
“My Courtesan, I love you,” I said.
“It was that kiss,” she sighed. “I just can’t resist that kiss.” I pulled out of her bottom and she breathed another sigh.
“I should not have been here for that,” Anna said from my desk. Rose and Rhiannon stood at Rhiannon’s drafting table next to her.
“Aren’t they incredible?” Rose said.
“It makes my butt twitch,” Rhiannon sighed. “I don’t think I could do that. But it was so sexy.”
“Anna, what are you doing spying on your daughters?” I said with a grin. “That is very naughty of you.”
“Brian,” she warned. I could see she was flushed. “We didn’t know you were going to do… that!”
“Oh. But you knew we’d be doing something, didn’t you, Mommy,” Jennifer giggled.
“Don’t you dare… tell Marilyn,” Anna whispered. This time, I thought, I needed to have a little talk with my mom.
Hannah and Sam got home about four and both ran to greet and kiss me. Samantha plastered herself to me and tried to crawl down my throat tongue-first. Another couple minutes and I’d have undressed her right there in the kitchen where I was helping Anna prepare dinner. Anna ran out of the room and I heard the bedroom door close. Hannah was more demure in her kiss, playing with our tongues, but still exploring our response to each other.
“I missed you, my novia,” she smiled and hugged me tightly.
“I can’t wait to have the two of you in my bed tonight,” I sighed, pulling Sam into our hug.
“Oh, not tonight. We’ll have to wait our turn. If Whitney and Liz don’t get you tonight, we’ll all wake up dead in the morning,” Samantha giggled.
“But…”
“Don’t worry, my novia,” Hannah said with her face still pressed against my neck. “I want both my novia tomorrow night. All night. I love you both. I love each of you.” I got a little lump in my throat. “Besides, we have to work tomorrow. Harvey is such a slave-driver.”
“And don’t you dare turn into Miss Polly, or we’re all going to quit,” Sam said firmly. I laughed.
“Just be thankful you don’t work for her,” I said. “She’s a great person and a wonderful host, but she’s not the greatest with her employees.”
“So we noticed.”
Mom, Dad, Whitney, and Liz all arrived in plenty of time for dinner. Fortunately, the capons had already been put in the oven in our clay pots before Anna disappeared. We made a big salad and more vegetables. Clay pot chicken is big on root vegetables, but not much for greens. I shredded Brussel sprouts and sautéed them in butter with a hint of oregano. Yummy. When we were all seated and had food, I decided to have some fun. I winked at Rose.
“Mom,” I said. “Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you caught one of us, say one of the girls, spying on you and Dad and Anna while you made love?”
“Hypothetically speaking? Brian, has someone been violating our privacy?” Mom asked sternly.
“Oh no, Mom. Not that I know of. Of course, there’s a lot that goes on in the common areas of the house. I’ll bet you’ll be glad when there aren’t so many others around to limit your activities,” I grinned. “But I was just thinking about our anticipated living arrangement in Bloomington and thought we might benefit from our parents’ knowledge about how to handle a violation of privacy, as you put it.”
“Well, I can certainly see your point. We’ve always assumed certain rules of privacy here at home. You should probably make sure that it is one of the explicit rules for your casa,” she said. She turned to look at Dad and Anna. Anna was fire-engine red. Mom caught her breath and looked back at me with one eyebrow raised.
“You know that I’m not above corporal punishment when it’s appropriate. Of course, with Courtney that’s not really punishment. But with Jennifer, even the threat of one hard smack on her bare bottom is enough to send her into paroxysms.” Jennifer jumped and squirmed in her seat, an act that was almost mirrored by Anna. Mom started to smile as she watched. Dad had both eyebrows hidden in his non-existent hairline as he watched the conversation.
“You beat your women?” Mom asked.
“Oh no, Mom. Well, occasionally I get a good punch in on Whitney, but usually it’s the other way around. As a general rule, I think you and Dad had it right when you punished Betts and me with love. We always felt so ashamed at having let you down,” I said. “But, I’ve just begun to realize that different people are simply wired to respond differently to… uh… different stimuli.”
Anna jumped up from her chair and stood at the table.
“Stop it! Stop! I confess!” she said. “I didn’t mean to do it. I just followed Rhiannon and Rose upstairs to the drafting table to look at Rhiannon’s plans and they… Jennifer, Courtney, and Brian… were on the bed and he…”
“Anna,” Mom said kindly. “The children. Please sit and finish your dinner. Hayden and I will discuss this with you later. In our room.” She glanced around at the rest of us and said firmly, “In private.”
“That was so wicked,” Whitney giggled as we got ready for bed.
“It made my bottom itch funny and I’m definitely not into getting spanked,” Liz laughed as she stepped out of the shower. Hannah and Sam got in.
“Brian, you aren’t going to punish me for something. Are you?” Jennifer asked as she undressed outside the open door.
“Little Girl Scout,” I said as I came out and gave her a hug. “We’ve suspended that game. You’ll have to tell me explicitly if you ever want to reinstate it. You know how much I love you. I would never hurt you.”
“I love you, Brian. It was exciting, but we’ll save it for when we need excitement. I’ll think up a code-word that I can use so that you’ll know when it’s okay,” she said. “But oh! My mommy! I think she might be about to get her bottom spanked!”
“I never told on her,” I said. “She just stood up and confessed.”
“I’ll bet she was creaming her panties all through dinner.”
“Uh, Brian? Is it okay if I spend the night?” Rhiannon asked. “I didn’t mean to be a voyeur. I didn’t even realize what was happening until Courtney screamed. But, I don’t want to invade the privacy of your casa.”
“Isn’t there some Spanish word for that?” I asked.
“For tonight, mi casa es tu casa,” Rose supplied.
“Mmm. Not for us, please,” Hannah said. “Sam and I are going to sleep downstairs. I’m really tired and I’d want to stay awake and watch if I slept up here. Okay?”
“Honey, you know it’s always okay. Either way,” I said. She was still dripping from the shower as Jen and Court stepped in. She hugged me, getting me almost as wet as she was.
“Are you going to… spank me, Brian,” she whispered in my ear. She was shaking. I held her away so I could look into her eyes. It broke my heart that she could be frightened of me.
“My sweet, precious novia. I swear to you… I promise… I will never raise my hand to you. No matter what. I promise.”
“I don’t think… I could take it. I knew you wouldn’t, but… I still get scared.”
“Never. I promise.”
I had a great night with Liz jumping on me for a marathon session before we went to sleep. She’s usually one and done, but this time, she wanted to go again and again. I had to apologize to Whitney, who was lying beside us fingering her own pussy and occasionally managing to get a kiss.
“It’s okay, Brian. You’re mine in the morning.” And I was. She fucked me into submission when we woke up and then took me out back and beat me into submission as we sparred for nearly an hour. I was ready to go back to bed and actually get some sleep.
Instead, I spent the day hunched over Rhiannon’s drawing table with Rose as we went over every inch of the new plan that she was creating. It was beautiful. I just had a feeling that if we ever saw this house, it wouldn’t be for a long time.
Hannah and Samantha were gone to the studio again by nine, and Jennifer and Courtney disappeared with the horses for most of the day. I was surprised that Courtney’s butt wasn’t too sore to ride.
By one o’clock, Rhiannon had been on the phone to discuss the plan modifications with Isaac Schroyer, the manager of Nappanee Manufactured Housing. After they’d been on the line nearly half an hour, Rhiannon and Rose talked to Anna for another half an hour. The three of them took off to go to the plant and show the plans to Mr. Schroyer.
All of a sudden, I was alone in the house.
It was such a weird feeling.
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