Page 10 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

After all, Sienna is gorgeous. I’ve been watching her these last couple of years, and she’s developed into a lush, beautiful woman. Her hourglass figure makes my mouth go dry, and her tits must be at least Double Ds. Wide hips swing when she walks, and she has a penchant for wearing short, floral dresses that highlight her every asset. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Just last week, I’d given Tyler the egg and its attendant remote control in a plain brown box.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Remember?” I reminded him. “Layla for Sienna. It’s time.”

Tyler’s shoulders slumped a bit.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “I was hoping you’d forget.”

“Forget?” I scoff. “I think not, my friend. Seriously, this has been foremost in my mind for the last six months. Don’t worry,” I said with a wry grin. “Just make sure she gets it when the time comes.”

After all, I wasn’t going to violate the club’s rules around age. My daughter was eighteen when she was deflowered, and I wouldn’t dream of approaching Sienna before then.

But Tyler merely grunted, hunched his shoulders, and stalked off with the box in hand. Good. There were no instructions on where or when to give it to his daughter, but that’s the beauty of the egg; I’ll be able to track her once she installs the app on the phone.

After all, Sexy Slave is exactly what it sounds like. Girls can be tracked through the app, but in a sexy way. The toy was developed by some dudes out in California who run a lab thinking up this kind of stuff. I have no idea how they do it, but I’m grateful for their ingenuity.

The problem is that after Sienna downloaded the app, things sped up really fast. One minute, I was watching my screen with avid eyes and my pole already out when suddenly, my brother burst in.

“What the fuck?” I shouted. “You ever hear of knocking?”

Jack stopped on the threshold, and then turned and slammed the door shut. Good thing he still had his wits about him. No neighbors needed to see my ten inches out and dripping.

“Seems I caught you at a bad time,” he remarked wryly. “Or maybe a good time is a better way to put it. What do you have on screen?”

“What the hell?” I growled, trying to block the screen with my body. “Yo, can’t you leave a man to his private time? Do you really have to see what’s on my computer?”

My brother wasn’t even fazed, striding forward to try and peer behind me.

“Dude please. I’ve caught you with lady mags so many times starting from when we were twelve. I’ve also caught you live and in person a couple times, don’t you forget it.”

I snort because unfortunately, my brother and I are close. Too close. He lives next door and often comes into my house uninvited. He’s caught me with a couple vixens locked in a clinch more than once, and this is where things get wild: sometimes, Jack joins in to make it a threesome.

You’re probably wondering what kind of depraved men do this kind of thing, and the answer is Jack and me. The first time was an accident because he stumbled on me with Rowena while we were in the heat of things. Silent as a cat, he stripped and knelt on the bed with us as we pounded away. Neither Rowena nor I noticed because I was hammering up into her from below as she moaned with ecstasy, her eyes closed.

But then Rowena’s eyes flew open, her mouth forming a surprised “O.”

“Jock!” she cried. “Unnnnh!”

But then the curvy lady bent forward, revealing the huge, hulking form of my brother behind her. He’d pushed her back down for better access and was in the process of entering her bottom tunnel.

“Sweetheart, relax,” he soothed. “It’ll feel twice as nice with both of us in you.”

I couldn’t move at first because of the shock of the situation. But the truth is that as my brother inched is way into her bottom channel, the squeeze around my hard shaft intensified. It was partly because there’s just less space if a woman is taking two men simultaneously. But it was also because Rowena was so excited from being double penetrated. Her curvy body clenched hard, and another loud moan rang out.

“Oooooh!” she screamed. “YES!”

That did it. Jack and I began owning her holes, sliding in and out in a syncopated rhythm. Her climax that night shook the walls of the house as my brother and I dumped gallons and gallons of cream into her pulsing cavities. When it was all over, Jack merely turned to me with a grin.

“Who’s next?” he asked.

Those words did it, and we started down our path of sin. It’s been heavenly, as well as filthy and nasty in all the right ways. After all, Jack is a member of Dads and Daughters too. My niece is still too young to be initiated, but my brother has definitely enjoyed the perks of the club in the meantime. We sometimes work alone, but lately, we’ve been working together to deliver the best experiences to a few lovely ladies.

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