Maggie Dutton laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. It was midnight and the rest of the ranch was fast asleep. Dawn would be here before she knew it and the place would come alive for another day. All Maggie could think about now though was the one thing she knew she should be staying away from. The ranch foreman, Rip Wheeler.
Maggie and Rip had several encounters between her sister Beth's sporadic returns to the ranch. It always ended as soon as it began though. Maggie knew that Rip's heart was Beth's but that didn't stop her from trying to claim other parts of him.
Maggie was Beth's younger sister. The "other" Dutton girl as she was commonly referred to. Being the younger of the two daughters meant the attention of their mother's hard eyes had always been on Beth so she rarely had time to bother with Maggie. Beth always called her lucky for that. Beth and Maggie weren't extremely close, but they got on well enough. Maggie loved her big sister and while they looked extremely similar, they truly were so very different. Where Beth was cold and calculating Maggie was tender and soft. They complimented one another with their differences though and it seemed the only thing they truly didn't see eye to eye on was Rip. Not that Maggie ever told Beth about anything she and Rip had done, she wasn't crazy after all.
Before Beth left to head back to the city this last time Maggie asked her why she led Rip on like she did. Beth scoffed at her and shook her head. "We're both adults Mags, he knows what this is. Nothing serious. Just a good time. Not like he's going anywhere so may as well have some fun with him when I'm here."
Maggie took her sisters hand and looked deep into her eyes "Beth, if you believe that for even a moment then you're not half as smart as I thought you were. You and he both know it's more than that. You just won't let yourself admit it." Beth pulled Maggie in for a hug and said nothing else. She left to head back to the city after that, leaving Maggie alone on the ranch once again.
Later that evening Maggie had wandered down to the horse lot and watched the cowboys come in for the day. She helped get the horses all brushed out and fed for the night. She caught Rip out the corner of her eye and turned towards him. He smiled at her and walked her way. "Hey Mags. Thanks for the help, you know the boys get paid to do this right?"
Maggie laughed and tucked her long hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I know. I just like being part of it all. Dad says the bunkhouse is no place for a lady so I figure this is as close to cowboyin' as I'll get." Rip smiled at her again and they walked out of the barn together. They walked silently up the path that led to the foreman's cabin until they got to the split that would lead her back to the main house.
"So I take it she left again. Back to the city?" Rip asked while not looking at Maggie.
"Yeah she uh, had to get back to the office. You know how busy she is…" Maggie trailed off. She hated this part. Watching Rips heart break every time Beth took off and she was left to make excuses for her. Which she did, every single time. It was like a sad little routine. Except Maggie didn't hate all of it because it usually ended the same way for her.
"Oh. Yeah yeah, she's got a lot to take care of. Busy woman…" Rip muttered. He was quiet then turned to look at her. A slightly shorter, longer haired version of Beth looking back at him. His eyes did the asking and Maggie just nodded ever so slightly. A silent question. A wordless response. Their eyes locked and for a moment Maggie felt like the one Rip truly wanted.
She followed him to his cabin where they undressed one another, not in a rush but with enough haste that it was clear where they were headed. His lips covered every inch of her skin, touching all the exposed places as soon as they became uncovered. Maggie moaned low in her throat as he made contact with the delicate skin of her inner thighs, left in just her bra and panties, stretched out before him on his bed.
The last of the daylight peaking through the windows, both of them illuminated in the orange glow of the sunset as if they were burning. In Maggie's mind they were definitely burning for this. Going right to hell. Sleeping with the man your sister was in love with (even if she wouldn't admit it) who was also in love with her (even if he wouldn't admit it) was definitely grounds for burning. But as Rip pulled the last bit of clothing from her body and whispered how beautiful she was, Maggie was more than fine with spending eternity in the flames.
Rips mouth landed on her core, licking her folds gently, slowly teasing her. She writhed under his touch, wanting more. One of his hands softly caressed her side while the other found its way to where his tongue was playing and joined in on the fun. He slid one long finger into her causing Maggie to arch up off the bed at the intrusion.
"Oh fuck, Rip yes. Please more!" Maggie moaned out her voice thick with want. It drove Rip wild to hear his name on her lips, her voice making him harder than he thought possible.
"Just lay back baby, let daddy take care of his princess tonight," he said as he smiled up at her and then dove back in to her center. He curled two fingers inside of her now, brushing her g spot as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He worked his magic on her until Maggie could do nothing but mutter unintelligible babble finally crying out as she came.
"Oh Fuck yes daddy just like that, I'm coming so fucking hard for you, Fuck me harder with your fingers please!"
Rip was never one to deny pleasure so he added a third digit, stretching her out and slamming into her as hard as he knew she could take it. Her sweet juices coating his hand. He had moved up the bed closer to her and as she came screaming his name he grabbed her head with his free hand and brought their mouths together in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on him and it only intensified her orgasm.
As she came down from her high she pushed Rip onto his back, kissing him slowly and then working her way down his body. He stopped her just before she got to his rock hard cock and he pulled her back up to him. He was breathing hard, clearly excited. Maggie's eyes widened, not sure why he stopped her.
"What's the matter, did I do something wrong?" She asked quietly, searching his eyes to see if she had messed up. Rip smiled at her sweetly and moved her hips so she was situated right on top of him and could feel his hardness pressing into her.
"God no princess, I just want to Fuck you so bad, I can't wait anymore. And as much as I'd love those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, I don't think I'd last long and when I come I want it to be inside this sweet pussy so be a good girl now and sink right down on daddy," Rip cooed out in his gruff cowboy voice, sweet like honey but with an edge like whiskey.
Just hearing him speak like that made Maggie wet all over again and she wasted no time lining her entrance up and impaling herself on him. She allowed herself no time to adjust, she thrust down hard, feeling him instantly fill her up and hit the wall of her cervix he was so deep inside her. She rode him hard and fast, loving how every time she came down her pelvic bone would hit against him and it drove her wild. The head of his cock rubbing just the right spot inside of her so she was quickly ready to climax.
"Daddy I'm gonna cum please can I cum all over your cock please?" She pleaded as she threw her head back, that feeling like a rubber band ready to snap inside her growing steadily.
Rip reached between then and rubbed her clit. "Yeah princess, you can cum but you have to look at me when you do it. Tell me who is making you cum so hard all over his cock baby girl, tell me, whose dick makes you feel this good?"
Maggie could hardly stand it and she snapped, her eyes locked on his as she thrust wildly while he rubbed her clit making her gush all over him.
"It's you daddy, it's fucking you oh god yes it's your dick that drives me so fucking wild and makes me cum so fucking hard oh Fuck daddy yes! Uhhh Rip yes yes yes!" Maggie literally screamed as she collapsed forward onto Rips chest burying her face in his neck. She panted hard trying to catch her breath as he whispered in her ear words of praise making her smile.
"That's a good girl. Such a good fucking girl, cuming on daddy just like I asked. You're so amazing baby."
He lifted her hips and shifted them so Maggie was laying on her side facing away from him. His hands stroked everywhere on her body while still telling her what a good girl she was.
"Are you ready for daddy to come in you princess? I'm going to do it hard and fast, can you be a good girl and take everything daddy gives you?" He asked her as he reached his hand between her thighs and touched her pussy from behind, running his fingers through her folds he had his answer as he felt her wetness gathering again.
Maggie wriggled back against him and whispered 'yes daddy' as his arm wrapped around her pulling her to him. He lined himself up with her entrance and grabbed her hip, his other hand wrapped lightly around her neck. Not choking her, just holding her in place as he thrust into her. This new angle got them both on the first thrust and they both cried out.
Maggie was clearly running on E and more than happy to be filled up by Rip but could do little more than murmur out his name, and the occasional 'Fuck me harder daddy' to which he obliged happily. As he was almost ready to cum Maggie turned her head back to look at him and as soon as their eyes locked they both fell over the edge. Rip spit out a string of obscenities as he came and Maggie moaned his name over and over.
He kissed her softly and went to get a shower started for her. As had become their custom they didn't speak. She washed off in the hot water, drying off with the fluffy white towel he left out for her. When she entered the bedroom he had gathered all her clothes in a pile at the end of the bed. She dressed silently and hung her towel over the hamper to dry out.
As she headed out to the kitchen to say goodbye, Rip was standing at the counter having a drink. He smiled at her and she smiled back. It was all exactly as it was just like the other times before, but also it seemed so very different now. That look when their eyes met this last time. It was more intense than it ever had been before. Maybe she was imagining it though. It was probably all in her head.
"Well, thanks, maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Dad said the roof on barn 2 needs a patch job so if you need any help I'm around."
Rip laughed, "Mags tomorrow is Saturday, don't you have something more fun to do?"
"Nah" Maggie said with a smile. "Can't think of anything more fun than climbing on a hot ass roof with a bunch of cowboys most of whom are scared of heights. Should be a good time." She winked at him as she walked around the counter to give him a quick kiss goodbye.
Her lips touched his briefly but as she pulled away she felt his hands grab the sides of her face and bring her back to him for a deeper kiss. Maggie felt all the breath leave her body and as he let her go she blinked wildly at him as she regained her wits. He smiled and she turned and walked out the door. She shook her head as she walked the path up to the main house. He'd never kissed her goodbye like that. He usually just let her give him a quick kiss and that was that. This was… new. And she didn't hate it.
Now here she was hours later, staring up at her ceiling in the dark. She could still feel all the places his lips and hands had touched her. Her skin was practically still on fire from it. But why was she doing this to herself? She knew what this was, the unspoken arrangement they had. She was nothing more than a backup for Beth. Someone to give him comfort while she was gone. In a couple weeks she'd be back and once more it would be her in his bed. Beth who would get to call out his name. Beth whose body he would work over with those rough but gentle hands of his. Beth who would get to stare into those shining eyes that seemed to go on forever…
Maggie felt a small tear run down her cheek and she instantly froze. 'No no no' she told herself 'you don't get to go feeling sorry for yourself or be jealous of Beth. You're the one who is in the wrong here.' So with that last thought she turned over and went to sleep. Daylight would wake her soon enough.