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  My Two Men of the House: Michael

  Cassandra Zara

  Published by Cassandra Zara, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  MY TWO MEN OF THE HOUSE: MICHAEL

  First edition. January 1, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Cassandra Zara.

  Written by Cassandra Zara.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About This Book

  My Two Men of the House: Michael

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  Further Reading: My Two Men of the House 1: Kevin

  About the Author

  All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

  About This Book

  When my Daddy Mike's brother came to town, I never expected that he'd deflower me within 24 hours of arriving. What I truly never expected was that my Daddy would walk in on us just as Uncle Kevin came inside of me, ruining whatever chance I thought I might have with him. However, after I let my Daddy know exactly how I felt, he let me know that it wasn't too late, that I could still have what I always dreamed of.

  This taboo 5000 word story features a young lady and the man of the house who finally gets what they've dreamt about for years. It includes a girl's second time, some anal play, spanking, and another impregnating creampie!

  He stretched one hand towards me, his fingers lightly dancing against the small area on my throat of exposed skin. I tilted my head back, revealing more of my flesh to him in offering.

  His hand slid between the robe's lapels, parting them as he reached up and gripped my shoulder. His other hand slid between the curve of my waist and the mattress, tugging me to him.

  Pushing me onto my back, daddy Mike drew in a shaky breath. Propped on one elbow, he was above me, his body not quite touching me except for the light brush of his fingertips along my arm and my waist. Slowly his mouth descended to cover mine.

  I surged against him, my hips cresting to meet his as my lips parted, his tongue sweeping in to tease mine. He cupped my breast, gently pressed it up and squeezed as our kiss deepened. My whole body sighed, the sensation rolling through me, lifting me closer to him.

  He broke the kiss and buried his face against the hollow of my throat, lipping the skin, then back up my throat to press a hard kiss under my chin as he rolled me onto my back. He slid the robe off my shoulders, revealing my breasts, his gaze slowly devouring my flesh. I tried to pull him back down to me, but he pinned me in place.

  "Let me look at you, Celeste. You've been teasing me so long..."

  This story was originally sold as "Her Twin Daddies"

  My Two Men of the House: Michael

  Daddy, please come. Daddy come, please come.

  As Uncle Kevin had fucked my poor, virginal body senseless, I had screamed these words. He had held my hair tightly, holding me in place as he filled my body with his hot semen.

  Daddy are you coming...

  Those were the words that had carried down the hall to where Daddy Mike had just entered the house. As the last bit of Kevin's impregnating seed had entered my body, I opened my eyes to see him standing there in my doorway. I saw his stricken face, saw his crestfallen look, saw how much I had disappointed him.

  It was the worst moment of my life.

  Immediately, I pulled away from Kevin. I could already feel his seed dripping out of me.I stumbled for my robe and hastily wrapped it around me, already feeling how sore my abused body was by being deflowered. Mike was already out of the room. In the hallway, I caught a brief glimpse of him before he hit the swinging kitchen door with his fist and disappeared from sight. I ran down the hall, Kevin calling after me to hold back and calm down.

  I burst into the kitchen, tears already streaming down my face. His keys were in his hand. He was going to leave. Just like my real dad and Laura had. I reached for him but he jerked back. "Daddy, no...please, I'm so sorry, I can explain."

  Kevin, dressed in his shorts again and entering the room behind me, was no help. I heard his soft laugh, saw the twitch of rage along Mike's jaw line.

  "I thought you were hurt, Celeste." Mike shook his head as if he could dislodge the memory of what he'd just witnessed. "I thought I heard you calling me."

  "She was," Kevin said, still behind me, close enough I could feel his body heat. I cinched the robe tighter around me, trying to hide my flushed, sweaty skin. "Tell him, Celeste," Kevin prodded. "You were calling for him."

  I shook my head, closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping from my chin to splash on my collarbone. Uncle Kevin pressed against my back, propelling me closer to my Daddy.

  "I'm so sorry," I whispered, eyes pressed tightly shut. "Please forgive me. I'll never do anything like that again."

  "God, that would be a fucking travesty." It was Kevin and I wanted to scream at him to shut up.

  I felt a rush of air past my face and opened my eyes. Daddy's arm was over my shoulder, his hand wrapped around Kevin's neck. The muscles in his upper arm bulged but he wasn't yet squeezing Kevin's throat. He wanted to—I could see the urge to throttle his twin stamped across his face.

  "Celeste, tell Daddy Mike you were calling him," Kevin said, mockingly.

  I shook my head, eyes wide, lips pressed into a thin line so I wouldn't speak and betray myself. I felt Kevin's hand push at the back of my head, forcing me to look down—down daddy Mike's torso to his clenched gut and the stark outline of his erect cock beneath his pants. I jerked my head up, tried to meet Mike's gaze but he wouldn't look at me.

  He hated me—had to. Even if he was hard, he still hated me. "Please don't be angry with me, Daddy, please..."

  "I've never known something he liked that I didn't, Celeste." Kevin's voice, softer, almost comforting. "Same goes for what I like. He's only been forcing himself to be indifferent to you."

  My breath caught in my throat. "Daddy, is that true?"

  He still wouldn't look at me, just kept glaring at Kevin.

  "Punch me or let go of my throat," Kevin growled.

  Mike's muscles flexed and he started to shake his head slowly, left and right over and over like he was still deciding whether or not he should let his brother live. Kevin grabbed Mike's arm and pushed me against Daddy at the same time. Mike's arms wrapped around me as I started to fall.

  He was shaking. I wasn't sure why. He still looked furious and his grip on me was tight, like he wanted to snap me in half. "I love you, Daddy, please don't hurt me."

  The air left him in a rush and he hugged me to him. "I wouldn't. I never would. Please don't think I ever could!"

  I tried to wrap my arms around him but he gently straight-armed me.

  "Stop denying what you want," Kevin softly prodded. "I can feel how it's been eating you up. Every time you say her name on the phone—"

  Mike raised a finger, warning Kevin to shut up. "You come into my house. You..." He gestured at Kevin's crotch. "With my..."

  His voice faltered. He couldn't say "daughter," not when he was all hard like that, his cock still straining against his dress slacks, his nipples hard points beneath his polo shirt.

  "Daddy." A whisper, needy, I wanted him to look at me, not Kevin. I wanted him to see it in my gaze that he was the one I'd been fantasizing about all these months. He was the one that I loved. "Daddy, please."

  "Celeste—" Almost a yell, he swallowed it back down. "Go to your room."

  "No!" I wrapped my arms around myself. He was still holding his keys, his fist wrapped so tightly around them I was surprised they hadn't cut him. "If I do, you'll leave
me. I know it."

  He spun me around, grabbed the back collar of my robe and lifted until I had to stand on my tiptoes. Shoving Kevin out of the way, he marched me down the hall to my bedroom.

  "Go easy on her," Kevin warned. "She's still sore."

  I was mad at him for goading daddy Mike, for being flip about the whole mess, but I could hear the protective tone in his voice and it made me forgive him a little bit. At least one of them didn't hate me or think I was a whore.

  Inside the bedroom, Daddy Mike stopped in front of my bathroom door. He twisted the knob, opened it and tried to propel me forward. I wrapped my hand around the doorframe, uncertain of his intent. He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. Sitting me down on the toilet, he gave me a rough "stay" command and started the bath water.

  Good. He wasn't going to kill me, just clean me—or make me clean myself. And he was still so hard. Hope blossomed in my chest but I forced it down. If he saw it, he really would think I was a little slut.

  "Get in."

  I could hear Kevin pacing outside the bathroom door, ready to break it down if I so much as called his name. Nodding obediently at Daddy Mike, I slipped out of my robe and sat down in the hot water.

  I reached for the sea sponge and body wash but he took them from me. Took them from me and then did nothing but glare at me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my head on top of my knees, trying not to cry.

  I heard him dip the sponge into the water and then I felt it move across my back.

  "How long are you going to hate me?"

  He didn't answer. I kept my eyes closed. I started to shake as all the potential consequences of what I'd just done played through my mind. The worst of it was I might lose Daddy Mike. What had I been thinking? That I could fuck Kevin and it would all turn out okay?

  "Shhh..."

  Daddy's attempt to calm me only made me shake harder. "Tell me it's okay," I pleaded with him.

  Silence. A little sob tore from me. His hand threaded through my hair, forcing my head back until I had to open my eyes. He brought the sponge to my hair, squeezed water over it and let the sponge fall into the tub. There was the squirt of shampoo and then he was massaging the soap through my hair, his gaze on my face.

  "It's not okay, Celeste."

  Gently tugging on my hair, he forced me to lean back against the tub. He fished the sponge out and ran it along my arms, across my collarbone. Slow circles with it down my chest had me trembling anew, this time with lust. The sponge pushed at my thighs and I parted them, felt the gloss of it over my labia, between them for a few quick dips.

  I had to fight to keep my hips down. I wanted to raise them, offer myself, let him know that maybe I was a slut, but I was his slut.

  I moaned, breaking the spell that had been slowly weaving its way around him. He let the sponge slide back into the water. Standing, he grabbed another of my robes, the big furry one he'd bought me last Christmas that made me look like a neon blue Muppet.

  Tickle Me Celeste he had joked.

  Mike wrapped the robe around me and opened the door to find Kevin still standing on the other side.

  "Out." A low growl made it clear Kevin had better comply if he wanted his legs left intact.

  Kevin was stubborn. They both were. Just like they were both kind, smart, protective, and sexy enough to eat. And now they were fighting over me—over what to do with me. I could see it in the looks they were exchanging.

  Mike guided me toward my bed and then turned, grabbed Kevin's arm and dragged him to the hallway.

  "Go easy on her, Mike. She loves you."

  Daddy shut the door, locked it and then stayed there, his forehead resting against the wood. After a few long seconds, he returned to the bed, kicked his shoes off and lay down next to me. The robe he had wrapped me in a minute before had opened a little at the neck and he pulled its lapels together before he rested a hand on my shoulder.

  I tried to slide closer but the hand at my shoulder held me in place.

  "Daddy—"

  He closed his eyes at that and I wasn't sure whether I saw his anger returning. It was so hard to read him right then and it was killing me. For the longest time I'd known when he was happy, sad, annoyed with something or someone. Never before had it been me he was angry with!

  Maybe Kevin was completely wrong this time. Maybe Mike hadn't been forcing himself to be indifferent. Maybe I was the one thing they didn't like in common—at least not in the same way.

  I brought my hands up to my face, ready to cry. "You hate me and you're never going to be proud of me again."

  It was true, I knew it. His eyes would never again light up because of something I'd done.

  He wrapped his hands around mine, brought them to his mouth and ran his lips across the back of my fingers.

  "I love you, sweet girl."

  "Not the way I want you to." I looked up, saw something darken his gaze. Uncurling my fingers, I brushed the tips against his lips, along his jaw.

  "You're going to grow out of this infatuation, Celeste. You're still so young."

  "No." I shook my head emphatically. "Laura was pregnant with me when she was my age!"

  Another shadow passed over him, bringing with it a sad, wry smile. "And look how she turned out."

  A little angry at the suggestion I could ever be anything like my mother, I pushed at his shoulder. "I would never be cold to my child." I curled my hand around the back of his head, knotting my fingers in his hair. "I'd never be cold to you."

  He stretched one hand towards me, his fingers lightly dancing against the small area on my throat of exposed skin. I tilted my head back, revealing more of my flesh to him in offering.

  His hand slid between the robe's lapels, parting them as he reached up and gripped my shoulder. His other hand slid between the curve of my waist and the mattress, tugging me to him.

  Pushing me onto my back, daddy Mike drew in a shaky breath. Propped on one elbow, he was above me, his body not quite touching me except for the light brush of his fingertips along my arm and my waist. Slowly his mouth descended to cover mine.

  I surged against him, my hips cresting to meet his as my lips parted, his tongue sweeping in to tease mine. He cupped my breast, gently pressed it up and squeezed as our kiss deepened. My whole body sighed, the sensation rolling through me, lifting me closer to him.

  He broke the kiss and buried his face against the hollow of my throat, lipping the skin, then back up my throat to press a hard kiss under my chin as he rolled me onto my back. He slid the robe off my shoulders, revealing my breasts, his gaze slowly devouring my flesh. I tried to pull him back down to me, but he pinned me in place.

  "Let me look at you, Celeste. You've been teasing me so long. That half-closed robe every morning, the way you lean forward reading the paper, your shoulder jutted out at just the right angle for me to see your soft pink nipples."

  I moaned and squirmed beneath him, my heart singing. He'd noticed, desired, refused himself only because he loved me and wanted to protect me.

  "And this, baby girl." He reached down and forcefully cupped my pussy. "Last Thursday, no panties."

  Just the tip of his middle finger pushed between my labia and slowly stroked my flesh.

  "You were wet then, too. I could see it on your thighs...wanted to lay you out right there on the table and eat my fill of this sweet pussy."

  I arched against him, forcing his finger into me as I softly cried out. I jerked once, twice, so close to coming already. "Do you want to eat me now, daddy?"

  "More than anything." He slid down my body, teasing me with hard little kisses as he went.

  He paused a little too long at my nipples, teasing them until I was forced to plead "Lower!"

  He grabbed my thighs, held them shut as I struggled to open them. "Daddy, please!"

  "You teased me for so long, Celeste." He brushed his nose against one straining nipple and then took its tip between his teeth to tug at it.

  I was dr
ipping with desire, the contractions running hard and fast through me. I moaned, begging him. Please, daddy, please.

  "Can't I tease you back?"

  Pressing my lips together, I nodded, squirmed. His thumb stretched up, parting my labia just enough to let him brush lightly against my clit. "It's so swollen...and wet," he said.

  I shook my head quickly back and forth and continued to squirm as he drew circles around the throbbing button. "Not wet enough, Daddy."

  The tip of his tongue darted out and slowly licked the middle of his top lip. "Shall I make it wetter?"

  A nod yes, so eager to have him lick me. "Yes, Daddy, please. Make it wetter with your tongue."

  "And if I do, what then?"

  "Kiss it...suck it." I pressed my bottom hard against the mattress, unable to control my body's movements.

  Inch by inch he lowered his head until his face was all but touching my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and then lightly pinched the labia between thumb and index finger, spreading them to expose my flower for his inspection. His tongue crept out and wiggled its way into my cunt, scooping my cream before licking his way up to the hood of my clit. I tried to press my hips up but his forearms were flat against my thighs to hold me down.

  He groaned, the sound vibrating across my pussy, and then he took another long, hard lick before sucking at me again. I grabbed my breasts, squeezed them, pinched the nipples and tugged in an attempt to direct some of the pressure away from my pussy before I came too quickly. I wanted it to go on forever. "That's so good, so very, very good, Daddy."

  I gasped as his mouth pressed harder. He covered the top of my mound with his palm, his thumb resting solidly along the line of my clit as his pushed the fingers of his other hand into me. Two fingers, three and then...

  I bucked, my eyes rolling back in my head as all four fingers and the palm of his hand penetrated me.

  "Oh god, Daddy, my pussy is going to squirt if you stay inside me like that."

  He growled again, more feral. The vibration rumbled through my pussy to join his fingers in their sweet torment of my flesh. His fingers curled to form a half closed fist. He twisted, pushed, slow then fast then slow again. He was going to make me deliver on my warning, make me come in his mouth in a hot jet.