Page 11 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

But we hadn’t talked about Sienna. She was my secret that I’d been saving for years, and the time had finally come for me to enjoy the spoils of my wait. Sienna was inserting the egg even as I tried to fend my brother off, telling him to get lost and mind his own business.

“Get lost?” he scoffed. “Whatever. What are you watching? Oh, shit …” he said, his voice trailing off when he caught a glimpse of the girl on-screen. After all, Sienna is gorgeous and beautiful, and every man within a fifty-mile radius has had her on their radar for years now. To finally see her in her glory, pushing an egg into her sweetest spot while moaning and writhing with pleasure, was a sight for sore eyes. But to my horror, Jack immediately pulled a chair up, sat down, and unzipped, his eyes never leaving the screen.

He seemed to have a sixth sense about what was happening. My brother spoke directly in the microphone, directing Sienna on how to have a good time.

“Pull your lips apart,” he rasped while fisting himself. “Show us your pinkness, baby girl.”

Sienna responded too. She moaned headily again, spreading her knees even wider before pulling open her sopping slit to show us the egg buried inside. Not only that but her clit stood up, hard and throbbing, begging to be licked. I couldn’t speak but my brother took control at the helm.

“Pinch it,” he commanded into the microphone. “And then rub circles along the bottom very slowly.”

Sienna did as he asked, and that’s the long and the short of how Jack found out about my treasured secret. I’d been dreaming about Sienna for so long, and now, to my disgust, he’s part of the game.

Still, I can’t say it’s a bad thing. My bro and I are practiced at sharing women, and sometimes, it’s even better when she takes two. There’s the dirtiness factor, as well as the fact that a woman can learn more quickly if she has two teachers, two sets of equipment, and twice as many opportunities to experience male cream. Some women even prefer it more that way, but the question is: will Sienna appreciate us?

The bell above the café door rings out, and my brother and I both look up. She’s here, looking utterly gorgeous, and I can’t wait to get the ball rolling.

5

Sienna

I catch sight of Jock and Jack immediately. After all, they’re impossible to miss. The two huge men sit at a small table in the corner of the coffee shop, dwarfing the small round surface. Their blue eyes immediately swing around to me as I enter, and I blush, heating beneath their gaze.

After all, these men have seen me flushed and open, enjoying the ultimate pleasure. Worse, I enjoyed it even more because of their commands and dirty directions. What girl does that? Certainly not someone like me, who’s never been with a man. Yet I did. I slid a finger into my bottom just because they asked me to.

Oh god. My face hot, I walk to the table, and seat myself, nodding at them shyly.

“Hi,” I murmur. It feels like all the women in the café are watching Jock and Jack because they’re so handsome, and I don’t blame them. I, too, would be sneaking stealthy peeks from the corners of my eyes, but instead, I’m actually in the spotlight for a change.

They smile slowly, revealing flashing white teeth. I can see where Layla gets her looks. Although my dad’s girlfriend is a curvy brunette, she has the same tanned skin that Jock and Jack do, in addition to the same straight nose, mobile lips, and determined jaws. Of course, Layla has a delicate, feminine jaw, but she still resembles these two men albeit in female form.

“Hey Sienna,” Jock greets in a low rumble. “How are you? Thanks for coming by today.”

I nod, blushing again.

“Um sure. I’m just going to grab a drink. I’ll be right back,” I say, gesturing at the coffee counter.

“Sure, no problem,” says Jack with a devilish smile. “We’ll be right here.”

I get up, my chair scraping loudly, and make my way to the counter.

“Um, one coffee, black,” I manage in a choked voice.

The girl behind the counter grins at me while punching up my order.

“Are you with them?” she says in a whisper. “Like with with those two men?”

I choke again. I didn’t know baristas asked such probing questions.

“Um, no. I mean, yes, but just for coffee,” I say lamely. Oh god. Being with Jock and Jack is like being near a supernova. Every woman within fifty miles is drawn magnetically to their powerful male auras.

“Oh okay,” says the girl with a giggle while handing me my change. “But if I were you, I would try to be with with them, if you know what I mean.”

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