My Two Men of the House 3: Kevin and Michael by Cassandra Zara Read Free Book Online Page A

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