My Two Men of the House 3: Kevin and Michael (2 page)

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."

"Well why would you do something like that? You should know better," he said, already chiding me.

I wanted to just scream. How could I possibly tell him that my fantasies of him and his brother’s naked bodies and hard cocks were the reason why I couldn’t focus? Were there words to tell your Daddy that you wanted nothing more than him deep inside of you?

Big, fat tears threatened to spill over and I’d lost the power to speak or explain myself. So instead of answering, I jumped up from my chair so quickly that it skittered back and fell onto the floor and retreated to the solitary safety of my bedroom.

I covered my head with a tan blanket and cried. Hopefully sleep would take me soon, and tomorrow would be another day...

***

N
ot long after, I heard Daddy Mike’s footsteps coming down the hall, distinctly more confident than Daddy Kevin.

"Celeste," he called and tapped my door. "Are you in there?"

My mind told me to not answer but the hungry burn between my thighs said otherwise.

"Yes," I whimpered.

Daddy Mike let himself in and closed the door softly behind. He leaned up against the door and put both hands into the pockets of his slacks.

"Were you telling us the truth? That you weren’t trying to cheat?"

I nodded but had yet to even meet his gaze. All that I could see was the soft movements of his hands in his pockets and the gentle outline of his package near the seam. I tried to tear my eyes away as we stood there, but his polished shoes didn’t quite make an acceptable substitute for the sight I already had.

"Alright," he said, then gestured out into the hall. I heard the slightly different footsteps of Daddy Kevin as he walked into the room. Both men walked into my room toward me. I shivered a little as I had a momentary memory of the daydream I had had, the two of them standing over me naked...

Daddy Mike sat on one side of me while Daddy Kevin took the other side. I leaned into Daddy Mike as he began to stroke my hair. I sobbed a little.

"Hey, hey, sweet girl, no need to cry. We can fix this. Can we talk to your teacher?" Daddy Mike said soothingly.

I thought of Mr. Harper, angrily throwing me out of his classroom. He wouldn't listen to reason. I shook my head.

"Then we'll go straight to the dean," Daddy Kevin said, putting his hand on my leg and beginning to stroke it. He was more passionate about it, even though I wasn't even his daughter.

"What I can't understand," Daddy Mike started, "is why you looked around the classroom to begin with. You know that's a bad idea in an exam."

I shifted uncomfortably next to him.

"Come on, you can tell us," Daddy Mike said.

I shook my head. No, I couldn't. I couldn't possibly tell them what I had been thinking.

"Tell us or we can't go to bat for you," Daddy Kevin said, sterner than my Daddy Mike. It reminded me of the other day, when he... took me.

"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."

Before I could think of Terra, my “cousin”, Daddy Kevin pulled on my chin and brought my lips to his and gave me a kiss. The rough feeling of his stubble brushed against my face but I didn't care, this was what I had wanted all along.

"I've thought of nothing but you for the past two days," he said. "I've wanted to take you again and again."

Daddy Mike stood up next to me and pulled his shirt off. The hard muscles of his chest began to turn me on, as I began to run my hands over the identical pecs of his brother.

"Why didn't you?" I asked softly.

Daddy Kevin smiled and pulled away. He stood up next to Mike and took off his shirt as well.

"Your daddy told me not to. Said you were just a confused young lady. That we'd both made a mistake. Up until now I was convinced he was right. Now..." His eyes looked me up and down, "I know that none of us did."

I watched with glee as the two men stood apart from each other, but over me, as they both dropped their pants to the ground. Then they took their boxers off. It was a dream come true. There they both were, completely erect, standing over me, ready to fuck me.

I stood up and slipped out of my nightie, leaving me only in my grey bra and panties. I could see both men looking at me hungrily, but I was even more hungry for them. I got on my knees, taking both men's dicks in my hands. This was the only place where they truly were different. Daddy Kevin's cock was longer, while Daddy Mike's cock was thicker.

Daddy Kevin acted first, grabbing my hair and gently bringing me in toward him. I opened my mouth and took him inside, sucking on him while still stroking Daddy Mike. I sucked for a few moments before switching over to Daddy Mike, licking him tenderly before taking him as deep in my throat as I could. I heard him groan with appreciation.

I switched back and forth between my two Daddies, the two men of my dreams, and their fantastic cocks. Suddenly, Daddy Mike lifted me up and put me on the edge of the bed. I leaned back as he quickly stripped my panties off and his face dove into my shaved pussy, licking my clit immediately.

Daddy Kevin was there on the other end of my bed. He quickly got my bra off, massaging my nipples roughly. I closed my eyes, and tilted my head back. As I opened my mouth to moan, I felt Daddy Kevin slide his cock in to it, fucking my mouth. I continued to moan around his cock as he played with the tips of my nipples, driving me further and further toward ecstasy.

My body began to shake as I felt myself rising toward orgasm. "That's it, sweet girl," I heard one of them say. Both of them were spurring me on, using all of their energy to cause me pleasure. I opened my mouth to cry out, pushing Daddy Kevin away. I practically screamed as the first wave of my orgasm him. Soon I was writhing against my Daddy Mike, grinding against his face as my pleasure heightened.

Finally I came down off the orgasm, and I knew I was soaking wet. Daddy Mike knew also, and before I could even say a word, he was positioned between my legs. This would only be the third time I ever had sex, so I bit my lip as I saw him about to enter me. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be gentle."

He slowly slid past my gates, pressing in just an inch, pulling out, then pressing back in. He rocked against me, seeming to go deeper every time, but searching my face for any sign of pain. There was no pain, only pleasure. I smiled as he began to thrust faster, pounding into my petite body.

"That's so fucking hot," I heard Daddy Kevin say behind us. I didn't even react. I was fixated on the man in front of me. My man. And he looked at me like I was his girl.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried. He groaned and thrust deep inside, then ran his hands under my back and lifted up, flipping me and throwing himself on the bed underneath me. His cock stayed inside me the whole time and it felt amazing, so deep inside me. As soon as I lifted my head up, he put his hands on my back and drew me closer to his body, quickly thrusting inside me, pounding my body.

"Yeah, that is hot, Mike. You sure know how to pick 'em," I heard Daddy Kevin say. I felt his hands on my ass, touching me while Daddy Mike continued to fuck me deeply. I lowered my head to Daddy Mike's shoulder, kissing him and listening to him breathe hard in my ear.

Daddy Kevin spread my ass cheeks open, clearly liking what he saw. I felt him slide his pointer finger toward my asshole, pressing into it lightly. I clenched, which probably felt amazing for Daddy Mike. However, Daddy Kevin just kept the pressure, light but firm. When I finally relaxed, his finger slid right into me, feeling amazing when combined with Daddy Mike's thrusts.

I moaned into Daddy Mike's ear loudly, a deeper, more shaky moan than before. Daddy Kevin began to push his finger in and out. When he pulled it out, I thought he was done, but instead I felt his thumb push inside of me. I moaned again, an animal moan, right into my Daddy Mike's ear.