Daddy, Please のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Dr. Simmons stood in the doorway, her face a careful mask of professional composure.  "Mr. Carter," she said, her voice soft, almost gentle. "I need to speak with you privately." The words hung in the air like a death sentence waiting to be pronounced. "Is she…" "Please. Let's step into the hallway." Morgan stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she registered the tension in the room. "What's happening?" she murmured, her arm instinctively tightening around Anny's sleeping form. Anny woke with a start, her grey eyes snapping open, wild and disoriented. The expression on Dr. Simmons's face sent ice shooting through her veins. She was on her feet before she understood she was moving. 

“What the hell are you doing? Your mother just died! You're mourning her death! You should be crying, not kissing her husband this needily out of the blue!” The voice screamed inside Anny's head. But she ignored that voice, feeling something more stir deep within her. Adriano was kissing her like she had never been kissed before. She had been kissed a few times in her life, but none of them had ever felt like this. Those were brief, fumbling encounters with boys who didn't know what they were doing.  His hands on her waist moved up her back and she found herself moaning again into the kiss. She was already breathless, but she couldn't break the kiss, couldn't even attempt to break it because she had no idea if either of them would be bold enough to continue if they stopped for even a single second. The momentum was f

Anny's body tensed, but not for the wrong reasons. For all the right reasons. Wait, was there anything right in what was going on, though? Adriano's words still echoed in her mind from weeks ago. "It's Daddy for you, babygirl." The memory sent a shiver down her spine and now Michele had said the same thing. Both demanding she call them Daddy. Both of them had touched her, wanted her, made her feel things she had never felt before. "I..." she tried to speak, but his tongue traced the curve of her earlobe and her words dissolved into a desperate moan. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the moment. 

Insane. She had to be completely, utterly insane. That was the only explanation Anny could conjure for the madness that had consumed her since yesterday. Anny couldn’t find any other excuse. Because else why anyone in their right mind makes out with two brothers in a single day! And to think of how she had come on Michele's face and how he had kissed her on the lips, making her taste herself on his lips while he ground his throbbing length against her thigh.  She was still certifiably insane because every time her mind drifted back to last night’s dream where Adriano had pulled her panties aside, pushing his dick deep into her and Michele’s dick was buried in her mouth. She actually liked it and craved it. 

Dinner that evening unfolded in the same suffocating arrangement as the night before. Anny sat at the end of the long table, the same position she had claimed the night before, while Adriano and Michele occupied their respective thrones at opposite ends. The chandelier overhead cast a warm glow across the room, but no amount of golden light could soften the razor-sharp tension crackling between the three of them. The only sounds were the quiet clink of silver against porcelain and the occasional sip of wine. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a countdown to the moment she shattered this fragile silence. She stole a glance at Adriano. His jaw was set, his dark eyes fixed on his plate. A single strand of damp hair fell across his forehead and her treacherous mind i