Daddy takes me in every position imaginable that morning, getting behind me and fucking me like a dog, rolling me on my side and lifting one leg high in the air as he takes me on his knees, then folding me in half over the top of the small desk in the corner. He has three orgasms and says that he still thinks there is more inside of him.

  We are so exhausted by mid-morning, we can hardly walk.

  “Maybe we should go back to sleep,” I tell him, one leg tossed over his as the sheets lie tangled around us.

  He releases a long and heavy sigh. “I don’t think a nap would be a bad idea.”

  “Then, we can go across the street and have some breakfast before going home?” I ask, already missing the bed we share and our home.

  “No,” he answers, standing up and stretching, his flaccid cock hanging halfway down his hairy thigh. “I’m walking down the hallway and telling Micah to bring us something to eat. Then I’m going to tell him to find that sonofabitch who owes me for killing my horse a few years ago.”

  I push myself up on my arms. “What are you talking about, Daddy? Who killed your horse?”

  He waves his hands. “Don’t you worry about that part of it. Just know this,” he continues, pointing his hard gaze at me. “We are only through the first little part of putting twins in your belly. Next, I have to find a man—but not just any man. I have to find a man I hate to put his seed inside of your other holes, get you nice and fertile for me.”

  I rub my temples. “What? That doesn’t … that isn’t the way it works, is it?”

  “Yes, that’s the way it works.”

  I don’t know if I am in denial at what I’m hearing, or if I’m just tired. But maybe this is what Daddy was alluding to when he mentioned another man laying a hand on me without his permission.

  “How can you be sure about all this? Did you talk to a doctor or something?”

  He runs a hand through his thick curly hair. “No, Emma. I don’t have to talk to a doctor to know how all this works. I have a twin brother myself. And that sonofabitch is going to help me out so I can have twins and give them a better life than I ever had.”

  I remain in bed, stunned, as Daddy leaves the room, and I can’t help but wonder how many secrets Daddy is keeping from me.

  Book 3

  Jealous Daddy Duke

  Bound and determined to put twins in my belly, Daddy Duke and I board a train bound for New York to find his brother. And I know I should not enjoy the both of them sharing my body, but I just can't help myself...

  “Why won’t you tell me what happened with your brother Thomas, Daddy?”

  Daddy Duke has been trying to brush me off since we left Betheltown this morning, but I won’t let him. I want to know about his past, about this altercation with his brother. “Because. It’s not a pleasant story for anyone, much less my bride.”

  “But I’m not just your bride. I’m your wife. Your baby. The love of your life that you are trying to impregnate.”

  He pulls a face, and I can hear him grumble his frustration. He doesn’t want to let me in. But I am determined to not let the events of the last week happen again. No more secrets, no matter how irritated he gets.

  “You’re my husband. I’ll love you no matter what,” I tell him, squeezing his thigh and forcing him to acknowledge me.

  He looks into my eyes, making me melt on the spot. I am so crazy about this man.

  “I simply can’t.”

  I slump in the seat of the train and force my attention outside, watching the meadows and trees whip past us. We are on our way to New York so Daddy can find his brother. His twin who apparently killed his horse and did other unmentionables. And this twin of his is supposed to somehow allow me to provide him with oral sex despite the bitterness between them.

  I’m not sure if having twins is worth all this trouble and heartache. What if Thomas wants nothing to do with him? Or with me?

  “Fine,” Daddy finally relents. “I will tell you the story.”

  I smile and take him by the hand, but he just leaves it resting on the top of his leg. I guess he is still feeling irritated with me.

  “Thomas and I are the oldest, and the only boys in our family, so our parents expected a lot from us. My father, being a blacksmith, taught me everything he knew while Thomas ran around and did nothing more than play. He was always chasing the girls, and by the time he was old enough, putting his dick in any hole he could. Anyway, our father got sick, and all the burdens fell on me. By the time I was seventeen, I was taking care of my mama and my five sisters. And then dad passed on, and things just got worse.”

  “How did they get worse?”

  He swallows hard, pointing his gaze out the window, looking way off in the distance. “My mama remarried. You think I’m mean? That man was a callous bastard. The things he did to my sisters…”

  Daddy clenches his fist so tight I have to pull my hand away.

  “Anyway, I took care of him when I found out what was going on, strangled him with my bare hands. And all while Thomas was carrying on with whore after whore, like he didn’t have anything better to do.”

  “Oh my…” And this is the man I’m supposed to open my mouth for?

  “Yeah. Now we jump ahead about five years, and I’m minding my business down south. He blows into town, trying to make amends with me but manages to get in a fight with one of the locals. Guns are drawn, bullets are fired, and my horse—the best horse I ever owned,” he says, pounding his fist over his knee, “got caught in the crosshairs. I told that sonofabitch to leave town and never come back.”

  I sit there quietly, absorbing what he just told me. “With all that has happened between you two, why in the world do you want me to, you know, suck his dick?” I keep my voice low, worried someone will overhear us on the train.

  He juts his chin up, defiant yet proud. “Because, Emma. My family has had twins, every single generation, and this is how it’s done. You don’t question it. You just do it.”

  Well, that answers that. So no matter how much of a grudge these two brothers have against one another, he still gets to insert his penis in my mouth.

  “And by the way,” Daddy says. “You’re not just going to suck his cock. He’s going to slip inside that pretty little ass of yours too. And he’s just as big as I am. And yes, I am jealous about it.”

  I had tried to forget that little detail. And I can’t help but tremble at the thought of anything that large going inside my bottom.

  “What if you can’t find him?” I ask, a little lift and hope in my voice.

  Daddy chuckles. “Oh, I know where he is. And he knows I’m on the way. He’s ready for you, baby.”

  When Daddy looks at me with all the seriousness in the world brewing in those black eyes, I feel a tingle pass down my spine. I try to imagine what it will be like, letting a man—a perfect stranger—take liberties with me, possess and use my body in a way that is only intended for my husband to use and possess. It seems so wrong.

  Yet I know how important this is to my husband. So I will do it for him.

  I feel the need to be close to him, so I lean my head on his shoulder. Daddy wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his lap so I can take a nap. He lovingly plays with my hair, and I know this is his way of showing his affection, and of thanking me.

  I drift off to sleep, and when I wake up, we are already in New York. Daddy wakes me up, his voice sounding deep and groggy.

  We get our luggage and check into a fancy hotel with beautiful marbled entryways, ornate lamps and soft lighting, soft comfortable beds, and washstands in every room. The first thing Daddy and I want to do is sleep. It seems like we’ve had very little of that in the last twenty-four hours.

  He helps me out of my dress, and I watch him get undressed with heavy eyes. I think I see a little twinkle there, and he pulls the thick curtains in our room closed, blocking out most of the mid-afternoon sunlight.

  “I’ve left word for my brother. I don’t know what time he will be here, but I suggest we get a little shuteye so that you’re ready for him.”

  Feeling nervous, I cuddle next to Daddy, running my fingers through the soft, downy hair on his chest. “You won’t leave me alone with him, will you?”

  “Great god, no.” Daddy tightens his arms around me. “I will be here the entire time, making sure he doesn’t try anything funny.”

  “Like?”

  He growls softly. “I just know Thomas. He will try to plant his seed in that belly of yours. I’ve heard he has young’uns running around this state.”

  I ponder a question I’ve had for some time now, chewing on the inside of my lip as I decide whether I want to ask. “Daddy, do you have any children?”

  “Not that I’m aware of, why, baby?” He angles his eyes down at me, and I can feel his breath hit the top of my head.

  “People say … that’s why you go by Daddy Duke. Because you have fathered a lot of children.”

  “Only fools spread rumors,” he snaps.

  “Well, I did not spread it. But I did half believe it. Does that make me a fool?”

  “No, baby.” He kisses my head, making me feel slightly better. “I got the nickname Daddy Duke years ago from a woman who said I looked like her daddy. She used to call me that, and the name stuck. What can I say?”

  “A woman? You let a woman give you a nickname?” I ask, curling my eyes up at him.

  “Are you jealous?”

  Hmm, maybe I am. “No. I’ve no reason to be jealous of a woman from your past.”

  Daddy laughs softly, and I think he knows I am lying.

  “If you say so, baby. If you say so.”

  Minutes later, we fall asleep, and when we awake, it’s already dark outside. We both wake up hungry, too, and Daddy and I get washed up before going downstairs to the restaurant on the main floor, one of the few hotels that offer this rare amenity.

  I know how expensive this establishment must be, and I start to become curious about Daddy’s money and how he can afford such luxuries as this hotel. But I don’t dare ask just yet.

  Daddy keeps me close by his side at the restaurant. It’s obvious there are a number of prostitutes—well, up here they call them “call girls”—on the arms of men, some handsome and some not so much. I feel lucky that Daddy and I have each other.

  All throughout our meal, Daddy is quietly observing the room around us.

  “Are you looking for your brother?” I ask.

  “I know the sonofabitch is here. I can smell him.”

  “Smell him?”

  Daddy nods. “I’ve always been able to pick up on his proximity. It’s like we have this … sick connection between us.”

  “Well, he is your twin. You spent nearly a year together inside your mother’s womb before coming out into the great big world.”

  Daddy looks me in the eyes, and he reaches across the table and touches my cheek. “You, my dear Emma, are my smart little girl. You must be right.”

  I let out a giggle, and something catches my attention behind Daddy. A large man with dark curly hair and coal-black eyes. He looks just like my husband. So much so that it’s shocking. I wind up dropping my fork and throwing a hand over my mouth to hold back a gasp.

  Daddy immediately turns around and sees him, then turns back and looks at me. “Thomas. I knew he was here.”

  He approaches us at the table, then spins the chair around, sitting in it and leaning over the back of the chair. He reaches over to the bread basket and removes a roll before shoving the entire thing in his mouth.

  I can’t help but stare at him, amazed not just at his lack of manners but also by how much he resembles my husband. His hair is a bit longer, and his facial scruff a bit more grown out. There are also just a few less lines around his eyes, showing he hasn’t lived a life of great stress like my daddy has.

  “Thomas. I see you haven’t changed.”

  Thomas shrugs, then looks my way, brushing his eyes over my face and down to my chest. I glance at Daddy and he’s got his arms crossed over his chest, a look of disgust on his face. I cannot say that I blame him.

  “Nah, I’m still the piece of shit asshole you grew up with,” he replies, smiling and giving me a wink. “And tell me all about this pretty young thing you’re stuck with for all eternity? Are you old enough to marry, girl?”

  “I’m nineteen.” I start to laugh, but only because I could almost swear that this is Daddy speaking. His voice is identical to his, but he sounds… happier.

  Nicer.

  Oh my.

  Could Thomas be the happy-go-lucky man that my husband should be?

  “Her name is Emma, and she’s already my wife. And, I think you know why we are here.”

  “A’course I know that, big brother. I was just making conversation.” Thomas makes a face at me and points his thumb over at Daddy. “He was born three minutes before me, so he likes to be a smartass and point out the obvious. Like he has to tell me shit I already know.”

  I feel my lips pull apart involuntarily, but when Daddy narrows his eyes at me, I scrunch my face up like I’ve been sucking a lemon.

  I reach across the table and touch his hand. “I think my husband just … wants to get all this over with.”

  “Oh sure,” Thomas says. “Couldn’t agree more. I’ve been dreading this moment ever since I heard you were heading this way. I mean, what kind of man would I be if I actually enjoyed having sex with a beautiful woman?”

  My nipples tingle, and I bite my lip as Thomas winks at me once more.

  “And that’s all it is, too,” Daddy grits out, his voice tight and irritated. “Sex. One time and never again. and the only reason I’m allowing this is so we can—”

  “I know, big brother. You don’t have to remind me.” Thomas holds up his hands in surrender. “It’s so you and your lovely bride here can have twins.”

  I hear Daddy growl possessive like. And knowing that he’s sharing me with his brother to give us a family makes my insides hot. Dampness spreads to my britches, and I silently hope and pray that Daddy never knows how aroused this whole situation is suddenly making me.

  “Let’s go upstairs to our room, then. No sense in dragging this out.”

  ***

  Daddy makes Thomas stand outside our room when we get back upstairs, and at first I think it’s because he wants to make me presentable. But as it turns out, he only wants to tell me a few things.

  “My baby,” he says, cupping my face and pressing his lips to my forehead. “I know this isn’t something you want to do, but please know how much it means to me.”

  God, if he only knew just how wet I am right now, he would be so disappointed. And hurt, more than likely.

  “It’s okay, Daddy. I do know how much it means to you. And to be able to give you twins, so that you can have that family you dream of, means the world to me.”

  He moans and kisses my lips, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth. It only serves to make me more aroused, and before I know it, my legs are quaking and my nipples are getting hard again.

  “I’m going to prepare you while he watches. Because I will be god damned if I let my brother’s cock be the first to go in your pretty little ass. Plus, I want him to be fully aware of who you belong to.”

  I gulp and nod, getting wetter at the prospect of my husband claiming me in front of his twin. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and bury my face in his neck, drawing in his scent and kissing him hungrily. He groans and grabs my cheeks, before grinding against me, his cock just now starting to get hard.

  “Are you kids ready for me yet?” Thomas says, coming in the room and closing the door.

  Daddy exhales and turns around. “Almost. Have a seat, and I’ll let you know when she’s ready.”

  I see Thomas out of the corner of my eye, and he sits down in the chair next to the bed. He watches us as Daddy lifts the bottom of my dress and tugs down my britches. His warm hand cups my pussy, and he sneaks a finger inside my tight wet hole, growling when he discovers how slick I am.

  “You want Daddy fucking that ass first, don’t you, baby?” he whispers.

  I purr and thrust my hips. “Yes, Daddy. You and you alone, first and always.”

  I hear him groan, and he begins to finger fuck me. And I know I shouldn’t be peeking, I shouldn’t be at all concerned with what his brother is doing. But I can see him pulling his long, thick cock from the opening in his pants.

  “Turn around,” Daddy barks, catching me looking Thomas’ way.

  I do as he says, and Daddy lifts up the bottom of my skirt all the way to my hips. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Goodness, my daddy won’t even go so far as to undress me. He must really not want his brother to see my body.

  I crawl up on top of the bed, and the material of my dress spills around my shoulders. Cool air spreads around my exposed rear end, and I feel Daddy’s cock slip inside my pussy. I huff and thrust back, forcing his manhood all the way to my cervix. Daddy groans and grips my hips, giving a few good slams that make my toes curl.

  “Mmmmmm,” he moans, moving harder, faster. “My wife … my pussy…”

  I could almost swear I hear Thomas jerking off, his hands whispering across the hard, steely length of his cock. But I don’t dare look his way. I do, however, hear him breathing hard and fast, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he’s anxious to mount me.

  Daddy tightens his fingers on the fleshy part of my hips and rams into me so hard I end up throwing my head back, so close to cumming. But then I feel the warmth of Daddy’s seed coating my walls, his vocalizations of pleasure unmistakable. Thick fluid drizzles down my lips, then my thighs, as Daddy comes out and presses the tip of his cock to my bottom.

  He’s still hard as a rock, and he moves slowly, applying pressure then slowly backing off, relenting for several seconds each time before pressing against my rose once more.

  “Ooooh, baby, your asshole is kissing my cock right now.”

  His words make my blood run hot, and the piercing pain is making my buds hard and tender. I pull down the top of my dress to expose my breasts, using my fingers to toy with them, pinching them softly as Daddy pushes deeper and deeper inside of my asshole.

 

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