The Lawsons

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 3.

Recap - With two weeks of vacation time coming for him, Emma decides to bring Roger home to Montana. Serendipitously, Tina, a childhood friend of Emma, is the pilot for their private jet. Long-time staff at Emma's family farm all gather to greet her, and Sarah, Emma's former nanny and now the caretaker of the estate, greet them for a happy homecoming. While trying to relax in the tub, Emma finds that Tina has come by to visit. With Emma's sexual awakening in full swing, and memories of a budding relationship in Emma's youth, Roger, Emma, and Tina kick off Emma's desires to be with a woman.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Roger awoke when he rolled over and put his arms around Emma. He had forgotten that he had fallen asleep in the bed with both Emma and Tina, so it was a shock, at first, when Tina's arms wrapped around Emma from the other direction, the two girls facing each other as they slept. It was still dark out, but he needed to use the bathroom, so he slid out of the bed trying not to wake either of them up and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Finishing his business, he returned to the bedroom and looked for his phone to check the time. Remembering that his phone had essentially been destroyed by his bathtub antics the night before, he found Emma's phone on the nightstand and activated it to see the clock feature. It was 5:30 am. Looking at the bed in what little ambient light there was available, he liked how adorable Emma looked curled up against Tina as she was, but he knew that he would need to wake at least one of them up. They had discussed the night before about Tina needing to move to another room before the staff arrived. This seemed like a good time.

He wasn't sure how to go about waking her up, but assumed the gentle way was best. Before waking her, however, he took her bag to the room across the hall and sat it on the ground

He walked around to her side and sat gently on the bed, rubbing a hand up and down her thighs, then up to her arms and shoulder.

"Tina," he whispered. There was no response. He ran his hand gently through her hair and across her cheek. "Tina, wake up," he said as he leaned in close to her ear.

She rolled over to him and he thought he had been successful in waking her as she wrapped an arm around his head and pulled him in for a tongue-fueled kiss.

"Okay. We'll do it tomorrow," she said sleepily and rolled back over to face Emma.

"Hmm," he grunted, then heard a light giggle. He saw that Emma was awake and smiling at him.

"She's always been a heavy sleeper," she said, gently moving hair out of Tina's eyes. "You may have to carry her."

"Really?" he asked, thinking she was kidding.

"I'm serious," Emma said. "Unless you want to throw water on her or something."

Roger shook his head, not wanting to do that. "Let me go turn her bedsheets down first," he said. "I moved her bag in there already."

He returned quickly and saw that Emma had pulled the blankets down leaving Tina lying on the bed fully exposed. "She's such a beautiful woman, isn't she, Roger?"

Sliding his arms under her and lifting, he stood for a moment holding her. "She is." He looked at Tina's sleeping face, which was very peaceful, but then looked at Emma. "But no one will ever be as beautiful as you."

Emma looked pleased as she got up to her knees on the bed and gently kissed Tina's forehead. "That really must be true since you're holding one of the most beautiful women I have ever known in your arms, and she is naked." She smiled and stroked his face lovingly. "I love you, Roger Lawson."

"And I you, Emma Belle Butler," he said as he air kissed her not wanting to wake Tina.

"Ugh," Tina moaned. "You two are sappy as hell."

Emma laughed. "Maybe, but that's what happens when you love someone like we do."

"I'll put you down," Roger said, then stopped when Tina's arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh, no can do, stud," she said playfully. "My legs are still awfully wobbly from those workouts last night. Besides, I'm comfortable and very much enjoying your strong arms. I wouldn't mind being carried to the cold, empty bed waiting for me." She gave him an exaggerated pouty face. He rolled his eyes as Emma laughed and fell back into her own bed.

He carried her across the hall to the other bedroom and gently placed her down on the bed. She wouldn't let go of his neck after placing her down, however.

"I find myself currently available for another round if you're game," she said as she kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry, Tina," he replied, "but Emma and I made a promise to each other. That would only happen if the other was present."

"She's just across the hall, and the doors are open." She really did want another go at him, and this time it would have been without any other distractions.

He gently removed her hands from his neck, kissed them gently, and stood. "If Emma were in here, and approved, I would be happy to oblige. But I love her, Tina, and I will not break my promise."

"And I'm too sleepy to come in there to watch!" they heard Emma yell from across the hall.

Tina and Roger both laughed. "Well, maybe some other time," she said as she ran a hand down his chest. "But hopefully I won't have to wait too long!" she yelled out to Emma.

Roger kissed her forehead. "Get some more rest," he said, then closed her door.

Crossing the hall, he closed his bedroom door and joined Emma in bed, snuggling up to her. "Thank you for keeping our promise," she said quietly. "But I wouldn't have minded if you two had another go."

"Maybe, but that wasn't the deal," he said firmly. "Being included means being there for it, either watching or being involved. Being in another room doesn't cut it."

She snuggled in closer to him and yawned. "I may not be able to get back to sleep," she murmured. But within minutes, she was out.

After an hour of watching her sleep, something he found that he rather enjoyed, he decided it was time to get ready for the day. He wanted her to sleep as long as she wanted, primarily because she'd had a big night, and it was after midnight before they finally settled down. Also, because she was home--her real home--and he wanted her to not feel rushed.

With a long-sleeved USMC t-shirt, sweatpants, and running shoes on, he crept out of the room and found himself downstairs. It didn't hit him until he made it to the front door that the house alarm was likely active. He didn't want to wake Emma, but he wanted to get a morning run in before she woke. As he paced back and forth wondering what to do, Sarah walked up to the door.

"Good morning, Roger," she said with a smile on her face. She entered the code for the alarm and turned to him. "Out for a run?" she asked.

"I was until I realized that I wouldn't be able to get out without waking the whole house," he replied with a goofy grin. "I think the girls would have been pretty upset at me since they're still asleep."

Sarah looked confused. "The girls?"

"Tina Miller came by a little after you left," he said. "The girls were at it most of the night."

"I wondered whose vehicle that was out there," she said as she jerked her head toward the front door. "Tina's a good woman. I'm glad she and Emma were able to catch up. They probably kept you up all night as well, the way those two get."

"Yeah, you could say that. It was pretty much non-stop." He smiled to himself.

While Sara was closer to fifty than forty, she was absolutely stunning. She had dark brown hair and facial features that you would equate with a runway model. For a woman who had been working as a caretaker for the last fourteen years, Sarah was in remarkable shape. She either had an exercise routine of her own or she knew how to get her hands dirty with the rest of the staff. He was able to get his eyes back up to eye level before she turned around.

"I'm not certain about today's weather," she said. "There might be flurries, despite what the weather channel says. Looks like it will be an indoor pool day for me."

"You're a swimmer, huh?" he remarked. "You can definitely tell."

She became a bit flustered at his compliment and smiled. "Well...thank you," she said, now almost laughing. Catching herself overreacting, she tried to calm herself quickly. "I'm sorry about that. It has been quite some time since, ah...well, a man of your," she cleared her throat, "stature commented on my looks."

"Their loss," he said as he began stretching. "They're probably just afraid."

She scoffed. "Afraid? Of me?"

With a knowing look, he replied, "Most men are afraid of beautiful women, and you're stunning. So, yes. Afraid of you."

She could feel her skin turning red and hot. "Well..." she started to say but had a hard time finding words. "Enjoy your day," she finally managed as she slowly walked away. "I'll have the chef whip up something for breakfast. It should be ready in about an hour."

As she walked, she was fanning herself. Roger was a beefcake, handsome and well-built, but Sarah hadn't been with another man since her husband died, and that was five years ago. Quickly trying to put the thoughts of him out of her head, she justified doing so by noting that he was younger than her, probably ten years younger, and more importantly because he was with Emma. Sarah would just as soon take her own life than to cause Emma any pain. She may have only been Emma's nanny, but she and Emma had shared a very close bond. With Emma's parents gone, Sarah felt like a surrogate mother to her.

Roger, now finished stretching, smiled as he exited the door. He hadn't meant to make her all flustered, but she was a beauty and he enjoyed giving her the compliment. It seemed that she enjoyed it as well. But her mention of the indoor pool intrigued him, and he made a mental note to find out where it was from Emma on their tour later.

He returned to the main house in thirty minutes, only having gotten three miles in. There were limited roads or paths on the farm, and most had fences that blocked his path. And he didn't want to run on the main road because he was unfamiliar with it and didn't know how much traffic he might encounter. So, back at house he went in search of a shower.

Closing the bedroom door, he saw the bed was empty and the shower was running. He wasn't sure who to expect in there, but he was filthy and needed to clean up.

"Mornin', babe," Emma said from the shower.

"Good morning," Roger said, stepping out of his sweaty clothes and joining her in the shower. "Did I wake you up when I left? I'm sorry."

She squirted body wash onto her loofah and began rubbing it on Roger's chest. "No. But I woke up and you weren't there." She raised her head for a kiss, which he obliged. "I missed you."

"I went for a run. Well, tried to go for a run," he said.

"We have a complete gym downstairs, you know? Free weights, machines, high-tech treadmills..."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, this ridiculously beautiful woman was supposed to give me a tour today, so maybe she'll cover that on the trip." He slapped her ass playfully.

She squealed and laughed. "So, what did you say to Sarah this morning?"

"You've already spoken to Sarah?"

"I told you that I missed you," she said, "so I went looking for you and ran into her downstairs. She seemed very...well, hot and bothered seems to be the best description."

"Huh. That's weird," he said with a furrowed brow. "She mentioned a pool--I want to see that as well--I asked if she was a swimmer because she looked like one." He helped to shampoo Emma's hair, something she truly loved, especially how he massaged her scalp. "She said that men of my stature, whatever that means, never compliment her like that. So, I told her that it was because they were scared of her."

Emma turned briefly to glance back at him. "Scared? Of Sarah?"

He laughed. "That's pretty much what she said. I told her that many men are scared of beautiful women and that they might be scared because she was a knockout."

Emma laughed. "That's it?"

"That was it," he said. "Well, then she told me breakfast would be ready in about an hour, but that was it."

Turning off the shower and handing Roger a towel, she smirked. "Well, I think you may have thrilled her to no end with your compliment."

Roger wasn't sure if her comment was genuine or if there was a hint of jealousy in there. "Emma," he said as he followed her to the sink, "I hope you know that I have never, nor will I ever, go out trying to flirt or pick up women. You are the only woman that I desire."

She turned to him, confused. "I know that, Roger."

"Okay. I just, well, I didn't want you to think that I was flirting with Sarah."

With a comforting smile she told him, "I know that you have eyes only for me, Roger. Don't ever doubt that or be concerned. But you do have a way with women."

"I most certainly do not. Look at how dumbstruck I was when trying to talk to you about our relationship!"

Pressing herself against him, both of them still nude, she said, "Easy, tiger. I don't mean that you do it on purpose. I've just noticed that when you're just casually talking to a woman, whether she be gorgeous or very plain, you have a way with words that they seem to take as you showing interest in them."

"But I--" he said, not sure how to counter her statement. "I've never--!"

She laughed and hugged him tightly. "Yeah, that's exactly how I expected you would have spoken to Sarah had you any interest in her. She is quite lovely, though, isn't she?"

He swallowed hard. "I don't know that I even want to answer that question now," he said, frowning.

"Oh, you know she is, Roger," she said as she began running a brush through her long, blonde hair. She glanced at Roger in the mirror and smiled at just how entranced he was watching her. He had a habit of doing it no matter what she was doing, whether she was nude, partially clothed, or fully clothed. She knew that he was wrapped around her finger and truly had no doubts that he loved her and no one else. But she was thankful that he would begrudgingly go along with her desires to bring another woman to bed on occasion. She wasn't sure how Sarah would feel about it, though. She had essentially raised Emma and that could make it a bit weird, but Emma also knew that Sarah had a bit of a wild streak when she was younger, at least until she got married. Even then, when Emma was deemed old enough, Sarah would occasionally discuss some of the things that she and her husband had gotten into. It might have been so that Emma could live vicariously through Sarah's married sex life, since Sarah knew that her former charge was still a virgin at the time. Emma imagined that it was a possibility, even if it was a solo act for Roger. She decided to test the waters later.

"Yeah," he said, pulling her mind back to the present as he slid on a pair of jeans. "She is lovely. It would be rude of me not to acknowledge that." He slid a tight, black t-shirt over his head and added, "Speaking of Sarah, I'd still like to know where the pool is. Do you want to show me around before or after breakfast?"

"Pools," she corrected. "One indoor and one outdoor."

"Damn," he said. "Thats right. This place has everything."

"Let's eat first, then I'll show you around," she said as she considered putting on panties but briefly looked over at Roger and decided to go commando like him. She did, however, put on a bra. With some of the lewd comments she had received in the past few years she decided that keeping them in check was probably best, even around the house. Some new faces had been hired in her absence, and she didn't want to take any chances. "Then we're going into town. I feel like shopping."

She walked into the bedroom, Roger following like a loyal puppy with his eyes never wavering from her adorable little ass, and into the walk-in closet. She turned to him. "Mesmerized by my keister, were you?"

"Yeah," he said with a dumb smile. He wanted to close the distance and take advantage of her lack of underwear, but just as he put a hand on her hip his stomach growled. Loudly.

"Oh, wow," Emma said with a chuckle. "As much as I'd like to fool around, it seems like you might need to put some fuel in your engine first, big guy."

His stomach growled again. "I think we skipped dinner last night, didn't we?" he said, and then smiled. "I was busy eating other things, as were you, if I recall."

"Mm hmm," she replied with a satisfied smile. "I had a good time, and I think you did as well. But let's store up some of that go-juice for later. Who knows, Tina might be up and about by then and feel like having another go. That is, if you would be interested in it."

"We'll see how it goes," he said. "I don't mind it because it's what you want, but you're the one I want, forever and always."

"That's why I love you, along with many other reasons, but also why I felt comfortable about last night." She kissed him briefly. "Now, get to the kitchen. I'll be down in a bit."

Roger finished dressing and went downstairs where he found quite a bit of food waiting on the counter. He met the chef, a decent fellow by the name of Cal who told him that there was a large amount of breakfast during the week so that all the staff could come by and eat before work. He'd do the same for lunch, but dinner was only for the homeowner, except for today since they were having a welcome home party for Emma along with the staff.

Emma joined him twenty minutes later. She looked beautiful as always. Roger knew it had to just be good genes because she barely wore any makeup and looked like a model. She wore a light blue, long-sleeved sweater, with her hair in a thick, white ear-warming headband keeping it pulled back and out of her face. She wore light colored, skin-tight jeans with well-worn black distressed, square toe cowboy boots. He was glad that she didn't tuck her pants into the boots--he hated that look.

After a very hearty breakfast, Roger was ready for the day. He ate quite a bit, mostly proteins and fruit, with just a few carbs after his workout. Emma had a banana, oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries, and a hard-boiled egg. Roger had gotten used to the fact that she didn't eat like he did, probably because she was a tiny person compared to him, so he didn't make comments on her eating habits.

She finally walked him around the grounds, clinging to his arm as always. There were, in fact, two swimming pools. Both pools had swimming lanes for laps, but the outdoor pool was decorated with quite a bit of stonework to include a large grotto with a somewhat secluded hot tub inside of it, and a curved slide cleverly built into a large rock along with waterfalls, as well as large pots of lava rocks for fire to give the pool an aesthetic effect. The indoor pool was more simplistic, just a very large Olympic size pool with a few more slides in case kids wanted to play. Both had their own changing areas, and both were heated.

The gym was large, and it had everything Emma had mentioned and more. It had equipment you'd find in a heavy lifter's gym, a high-tech gym, and those geared more for yoga or pilates-type exercises. After that, the expansive garage, a few of the storage sheds and equipment barns further back on the property, and then a quick walk past Sarah's house. It wasn't nearly as large as the main house but had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and plenty of room for a future caretaker who may have a family.

Walking back around from the other side of the house, she asked Roger to run up to their room to grab her phone and small purse while she found them a ride. He obliged and before coming back downstairs he quietly opened Tina's door to see that she was still asleep.

Emma met him at the door in a silver Range Rover. As he opened the passenger door she asked, "Do you want to drive?"