Page 1 of Michael

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

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