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  My Two Men of the House 3: Kevin and 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 3: KEVIN AND 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 3: Kevin and Michael

  Check out my other stories!

  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

  "I just want the two of you... Touching me... Kissing me... Fucking me..."

  For three days now, I haven't been able to think about anything else but my stepfather Michael and his twin brother Kevin who, separately, deflowered me and each used me hard and without protection.

  It's gotten so bad that I can't study in school, even during a test. When the teacher throws me out for thinking I cheated, I go home to curl up in a ball and die. However, when my twin Daddies get home, they let me know just what a brat I've been. When I tell the two of them that I've been thinking of them and me having a threesome, they quickly make me into their little, fertile princess in ways that I never thought possible, and both fill me up at the same time!

  This 6000 word story features a confused young girl and her Daddy and Uncle having their way with her. It contains anal sex, double penetration, and a fantastically impregnating double creampie!

  "I... I was imagining the two of you," I whispered.

  Both men clearly heard me. They looked at each other, then Daddy Mike began to stroke my hair again. "Baby girl, sweet girl, I know we haven't really had a chance to talk about what happened with each of us. It's only natural for you to remember it, to relive it."

  I shook my head. "I wasn't remembering, and I wasn't thinking of you two individually. I was daydreaming of the three of us... together."

  Daddy Kevin stammered uncomfortably. "Hey now, we-"

  "Not the two of you together. Just the two of you, touching me..." I started to writhe just thinking about it. "Kissing me..." I could feel my kisses flushing. "Fucking me."

  I looked down. The two of them were sitting there in awkward silence, but Daddy Mike was still touching my hair and Daddy Kevin was still stroking my leg. In fact, I could feel Daddy Mike begin to move against me a little bit. It was turning me on even more.

  It was Daddy Kevin that finally spoke up. "What do you think, bro? Should we give her what she wants?"

  I could feel Daddy Mike tense a little bit. "I'm not sure..." I was beginning to think that he'd never go for it, but he continued. "I'm not sure we should reward Celeste for failing in class."

  "You're right, Mike." Daddy Kevin moved his hand from my leg to my chin, bringing my eyes to meet his. "If we do this for you, do you promise to try extra hard in school from now on, and to not look like your cheating during exams."

  "Uh huh," I said quickly, though it came out more like a moan. I felt myself melting in his hands.

  Daddy Kevin kept my chin in his hand, looking past me to Daddy Mike. "Now what do you think, bro?"

  I heard Daddy Mike chuckle. "You're a big softy, Kevin. Is this how you treat your own daughter?"

  Daddy Kevin laughed. "No. I'm about to do something to Celeste that I could never do to little Terra..."

  My Two Men of the House 3: Kevin and Michael

  Over my head, the large clock over the door ticked and tocked away every agonizingly slow minute that passed. It was situated on a yellowing wall behind me, just above the closed classroom door, so that it was impossible for me to see it without making it obvious. My calculus teacher, Mr. Harper, was a good-looking older man, but he didn’t put up with any crap. If there was even the slightest chance that I could be cheating, I'd bet my ass that he would be all over it.

  Now, as every one of the 30 plus students in the class scribbled away at their exams, I struggled to fight the urge to turn around and see when it would all be over. I wasn’t even done with my test, not by a long shot. But I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened just two days ago. I couldn't help but focus, not on numbers, but instead on how I was no longer a virgin.

  I stared down at the page and tapped the bright pink eraser against a messed-up jumble of numbers and symbols that should have meant a lot more to me than they did, torrid thoughts flooding my brain. I thought of Kevin, leaning toward me, making me call him Daddy. I thought about how he had forced me to submit to him, relished in my body, deflowering me. Before he had even finished, Mike had walked in. My actual stepfather, Daddy Mike had forgiven me, taking my body the same way as his brother just had. As I thought of him burying his face into my aching pussy, I began to squirm in my seat.

  Both had filled me with their seed, taken my fertile body and inseminated it. That thought bothered me as well, but not nearly as much as it should have. If I were to have a baby, it wouldn't be the end of the world. I knew Daddy Mike would take care of me like he always had.

  With a sigh, I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Right away, my sense of hearing heightened, allowing me to hear the steady thumping of my heart. It was getting faster by the moment as I tried in vain to fight back against sprinting out of the room and into the arms of Kevin and Mike. Were they home, talking about the things that they had done to me? Or were they alone, going over every last one of my moans and cries like I was?

  Quick, bright flashes of my hot sessions with each one of my Daddies flashed across my darkened vision. But there were other things there, too; things that never actually happened. I pictured myself on the living room floor with both Daddies standing over me, their thick cocks standing over my naked body like guards. Even though I was still glued to the classroom chair beneath me, I could almost feel the tickle of the plush, beige carpet between my shoulder blades and on the back of my thighs as I writhed with animal desire beneath them.

  A shudder racked my body and I could hear the pencil in my hand start to crack, but only faintly. It might have been loud but I couldn’t tell. Everything other than the wicked views inside my head came through as if in water. Sounds and sensations were dulled and I stayed there, trapped in my own fantasies.

  I thought about Daddy Kevin, who had shown up and so brazenly rocked my world, and imagined him stroking his cock as he looked down at me. And Daddy Mike, his identical twin, who I could see perfectly in my mind, as he did the same on the opposite side of me.

  From somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind where rational thoughts still existed, a nagging reminder of the test beneath my sweaty palm started to bring me back to reality. Even so, I rocked forward slightly in my seat and force the seam of my jeans to rub me in just the right way.

  If I was ever going to finish the exam, I knew that I needed to get a grip.

  "Stop," I ordered myself with a sigh and snapped my eyes open.

  The baldness of the older gentleman in front of me helped to quickly put the rising feelings of passion down for the time being, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. I stared at the graying ring of hair on the back of his head and sucked down deep breaths through my clenched teeth. My toes were curled up in my socks and both hands gripped the cold, plastic seat beneath me.

  Over the course of a few agonizing seconds, I felt my heart rate
start to slow and the glistening sweat on my brow start to reside. I thought that I had everything under control.

  I was wrong.

  In what would become the worst move of my academic career, I spun around in my seat without thinking and looked at the clock. Before my loose hair had even settled, the professor’s bellowing voice echoed up through the rows of amphitheater-style seating.

  "What do you think you are doing, miss?"

  My stomach sank like a rock and I quickly turned back around to face him.

  "I’m sorry," I stammered and wrapped my fingers around the chair so tight that my knuckles were a ghostly white. My cheeks were already flush and felt like fire that spread from the top of my collarbones all the way up to my scalp. I already knew that I had made a huge mistake because of the awful thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. "I was just-"

  "No," Mr. Harper interrupted. "I do not tolerate cheating in my classroom."

  If all eyes weren’t already on me, they were by then. All thirty students stared at me with a mix of pity and relief that it wasn’t their ass on the chopping block.

  "But I wasn’t-"

  Again he cut my words short with his own.

  "Frankly I don’t care what you were and weren’t doing. You may turn in your exam now."

  I fought back the urge to both cry like a baby and beg for another chance as I gathered my things with shaky hands and got up from the chair, the half-done exam clenched in one fist. Up in front, the professor leaned against the lecture table and opened his palm, a silent gesture for me to hand it over in front of everyone.

  A pang of nausea washed over me as I dragged myself into the isle and down toward him. Half way there, I started to feel dizzy. It was almost like being drunk; like there was a thick fog that blurred and twisted everything around me. I couldn’t speak and I wasn’t even sure that I could force myself to go up there and face the consequences of my foolish actions.

  "Well?" It might have been my senses playing tricks on me, but he almost sounded pleased with himself. But more than that, the lingering bit of shame over what Daddy, his twin brother and I had done made me feel like he was judging me... like he knew something. "We don’t have all afternoon."

  I made it within five feet of the Professor before the exam slipped from between my fingers and fluttered down to the ground. The room was so silent that, even in a group of over thirty people, you could hear every little rustle and swish as the pages of the exam wafted to the ground like dirty feathers.

  With a horrible mix of anger and fear, I wrenched my feet from where they had planted into the floor and ran out, throwing the door at the back open so forcefully that it smashed against the exterior wall and sent little bits of stucco flying skyward. From there, I ran even faster to the safety of my car, where I locked the door and proceeded to sob into my hot, sweaty palms for so long that my whole face became red and flushed.

  It still looked that way when I stumbled through the front door to an empty house a little while later, my backpack carelessly dragging behind me on the ground. I felt so defeated; so ashamed of myself. What would Daddy Mike and Daddy Kevin think if they knew that their "sweet girl" was a failure at college? Would they be disappointed? Worse yet, would they ever again let me experience their knowing touches if I couldn’t even handle a simple calculus class? The thought made me feel like crying all over again.

  I called out to the silent house, "Daddy?"

  There was no answer, so I walked through the living room and called again but was met with the same response. In a way, I was relieved to get a pass on explaining the whole situation to someone so soon. But at the same time, I was desperate for the comfort that only my Daddies could provide.

  I left my bag on the floor where it was and scurried to my room, where I closed and locked the door behind me. Once that I was done, I fell back against it and sank to the floor with a sigh.

  What now, genius? I asked myself.

  It was a rhetorical question, of course, because I didn’t have the slightest idea where to go from there. I had almost certainly failed calculus and I knew that Daddy Mike, who had been paying out the nose for me to attend college, wasn’t going to be pleased at all. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do was fail him, whether in an academic sense or another, less wholesome one.

  Feeling suddenly heavy, my head fell back against the wood with a thud and then rolled to the side so that I faced the chaotic mess that was my closet. Dangling amidst the haplessly strewn tops and jeans, my favorite pajamas beckoned.

  "I guess it’s a start," I said under my breath and crawled over to the light purple, silk dress and easily slipped it from the hanger.

  I climbed to my feet and shed the clothes that I was wearing like they were contaminated, stripping them off and heaving them as far away from me as I could. Even my bra and panties got the same treatment. I flung them across the room and they both hit the opposite wall with a soft thud.

  I opened up the bottom of the long, maxi-length dress and burrowed into the slick, cool material. It draped like air over my petite frame and gave the tips of my rising nipples an icy, tickling sensation that gave me the chills every time. On any other day, it might have prompted me into a naughty session of solo play with the memories of both Daddies guiding the action, but I was so far down by the time that the dress fluttered to a stop near my ankles, all that I wanted to do was sleep.

  The frame under my bed popped and groaned as I fell into it face-first and buried my head into the sizable stack of pillows near the top. What air I could breathe down there was hot and thick but I didn’t care. It was dark and that was all that I needed right then.

  Before I could finish kicking myself for the millionth time, I passed out cold.

  ***

  A forceful knocking on my bedroom door snapped me back to the waking world so abruptly that I nearly fell out of my bed. I tried to kick my ankles free of a big chunk of my comforter that had become twisted around them so that I could get up and answer, but the heavy fog of sleep weighed down my swollen eye lids and made progress slower than it should have been.

  Pretty quickly, I gave up and yelled, "What?"

  "Celeste?" I thought it was Daddy Kevin. It was becoming easier for me to distinguish between their voices but I still couldn’t say the same for their faces. "Are you okay?"

  I wanted to tell him the truth, to run out of the door and into his strong arms, but I knew that I couldn’t make myself look that desperate.

  "I’m okay," I managed to croak. "I was just taking a nap."

  I heard the distinctive rustle of plastic bags from the hall before he answered, "Well why don’t you come down and eat with us? We got some dinner from Lou’s down the road."

  To be honest, the last thing on my mind was food, even if it was good food. In fact, Lou’s was one of my favorite Italian restaurants in the world. Daddy Mike knew that and it made me feel even worse about the exam earlier.

  I tried to sound more tired than I was.

  "I don’t know. I’m still sleepy," I said with a yawn.

  "Don’t be crazy, doll. Come down and eat something," Kevin said.

  If he was anything like Daddy Mike, I knew right away that he wasn’t going to take "no" for an answer. Even so, I didn’t know if I would be able to hold it together in front of both men.

  "Okay," I said and tried to stall a little. "Give me a couple minutes."

  Daddy Kevin tapped a quick beat on the door and responded, "Sounds good."

  I listened as he walked down the hall and waited until I was sure that he was gone before exhaling with a groan. With a final, frustrated kick, I shook the comforter from my feet and got out of bed. Even from across the room, the mirror over my dresser showed clearly how puffy my lips and eyes still were. It wasn’t completely obvious that I had been crying, but I worried that Daddy Mike knew me well enough to know that something was wrong.

  Trying to delay a little bit longer, I grabbed a brush off of my nightstand
and ran it through the tangles that knotted my long, loose hair.

  Daddy Mike’s voice filtered into my room through the cracks in the door frame.

  "Come on, Sweet Girl. We’re waiting on you!"

  Despite my attempts, like putting on a bra and underwear, I eventually ran out of small things to do and forced myself into the dining room to join Daddy Mike and Kevin.

  They were already seated at our round table, one on each side. All of the plates had already been set. Daddy Mike and Kevin both got big piles of spaghetti that were studded with massive meatballs. My plate was loaded with my favorite: linguini carbonara with grilled shrimp. It had even been neatly arranged with no stray splatters of sauce anywhere on the tan dish.

  I sank down into my chair and did my best to avoid eye contact as I started into the pile of noodles, crispy pancetta and sharp Romano cheese.

  "Are you okay?" Daddy Mike asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders and tried to blow off the question, but my other Daddy wasn’t having any of it.

  "Really," Daddy Kevin sounded worried. "What’s wrong?"

  A tear slipped past my eyelashes and I quickly batted it away with the tip of my index finger. By then, my hands were shaking so hard that I almost didn’t get the job done the first time.

  "I got kicked out of my exam today," I said softly, my heart heavy.

  Both men stopped chewing and looked at each other the same way. I lowered my head and didn’t raise it again until Daddy Kevin spoke up and broke the silence.

  "Why, honey?"

  I sighed deeply. I knew the answer would be disappointing. "Cheating."

  It was Daddy Mike’s turn to sound concerned as he exclaimed, "Celeste!"

  I shook my head and swallowed the lump that had started to form in the back of my throat.

  "I wasn’t actually cheating, Daddy. I turned to look at the clock and my professor just assumed that I was. I wouldn’t cheat," I said, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "You know that."