Our Two Men of the House 4: Kevin and Michael by Cassandra Zara Page B

quick glance outside and I felt his shoulders slump a little bit. He let me down to the ground softly, then began smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt. I smoothed out my skirt a little bit and checked my reflection in the window a little bit. I looked past my reflection at the woman exiting the taxi.
    If she had looked like my sister two years ago, she could pass as my twin today.
    Similar breasts, similar hips, even the same pout on her face as I had on my face when I was mad. As she exited the taxi, she waited for Daddy Kevin but seemed to ignore him. When he began to walk towards the front door, she followed behind, dragging her rolling suitcase behind her like it was a huge burden.
    Daddy Kevin walked in the door, a wide smile on his face. If I didn't know my own Daddy Mike so well, it might have fooled me, but I could tell he was pained. Still, a genuine smile crossed his face when he saw me dressed in my light pink skirt. He gave me a once over before turning and helping Terra get her bag in the house.
    "Guys, you remember Terra, right?"
    Daddy Mike spread his arms open. "Of course we do! So glad you could come join us for a few days!" he exclaimed, going in for a hug. Terra seemed surprised at the hug, but returned it warmly. Then she turned to face me.
    She was gorgeous. Whereas my hair was light and I had on a pink skirt and shirt combo, she had jet black hair and was wearing a short purple dress. For a moment I desperately wanted to look like her, and I knew that it wouldn't take much effort at all.
    As I watched, it almost seemed like she did a once-over on me as well. Then she smiled warmly and said "Celeste!" and gave me an overexaggerated hug. I felt our breasts mash together through our clothes as she whispered in my ear, "It's been too long."
    I shivered as her breath tickled my ear a little bit. Then she backed away and turned back to my Daddy. "Thanks for letting me stay here. I know this is a little bit of a surprise, but I am so so grateful for you welcoming me into your house."
    Daddy Mike blushed a little bit. "It's nothing. Celeste, would you show her to my office? I've moved a bed in there for her."
    I threw him a look. As if he were psychic, he seemed to be thinking just what I was thinking. We had been interrupted. Playtime was over , I thought. At least for now.
    "I'll talk to you later, Celeste," Daddy Kevin said.
    "Okay, Kevin," I said. I could see him wince a little bit when I called him "Kevin" instead of "Daddy", but I knew I had to do that while Terra was around. I knew that playing with Daddy Kevin would be out of the question while Terra was still here, but at least when the two of them left, I'd be free to play with Daddy Mike again...
    I smiled and turned to Celeste. I could be as sweet as sugar while she was here. "Come on," I said, smiling.
    ***
    T erra's smile left her face as soon as we were up the stairs. By the time we got to her new bedroom, she seemed like a totally different person.
    "I'm sure you heard why I've been temporarily kicked out by my mom ," she said, practically spitting out the last words.
    I nodded. "I heard you got picked up for shoplifting."
    Terra scrunched her eyebrows at me. "What? No. Is that what Kevin told you?" she asked. I nodded again. She laughed. "No, I would never be that stupid. Do you want to know why I got kicked out?"
    I wasn't sure I did want to know, but I nodded anyway.
    Terra laughed, then threw herself on the bed. "A few months ago, just after I turned eighteen, I was seduced by my cheerleading coach. He was an older man, a married man."
    I was shocked. "So why are you just now getting in trouble? Did his wife find out?"
    She smiled. "His wife was there. I was a virgin before I met them, and they were my first for a lot of things." She closed her eyes, the smile still on her face. "I tried to have that kind of experience with other boys and girls but..." She paused. "It just wasn't the same."
    "I tried to meet back up with them, even though I was