Page 28 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

“What is it?” growls Jock with emotion in his eyes. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t,” I respond with a smile. “But I’d like to name him or her Tyler, no matter what. Is that okay? My dad was the impetus for me meeting you, and I’d like to honor him. It’s all about keeping it in the family,” I quip.

As my two lovers grin at me, the world seems to come to a halt while spinning on its axis. After all, this always happens when I’m with Jock and Jack. Everyone and everything fades away until it’s just the three of us. Now that they know about my pregnancy and are welcoming the opportunity to be fathers, everything will be just fine because how could it go wrong? We’ve already surmounted so many obstacles to find love, and with a baby on the way, our future is bright.

Epilogue

Jack

“Push, baby, push,” instructs Jock, holding Sienna’s hand. Our girlfriend is huge and rosy, completely nude on the bed. Her stomach is a giant mound, and already, I can see the baby’s head beginning to crown.

“Ooohhh!” Sienna cries out, spreading her knees even wider. Sweat glistens on her forehead and her big breasts are out in the open, with the nips hard. Any other woman would be embarrassed to be in this situation, but not Sienna.

After all, what is there to be embarrassed about? There’s no one else in the room because Sienna decided to have a home birth. At first, Jock and I were surprised.

“But you’ll have a midwife, won’t you?” I asked. “At least we should have that, even if a doctor’s not on hand.”

Sienna just smiled her impish grin, running her hands protectively over her burgeoning tummy.

“No, I’m not going to have a midwife. What’s going to happen is that you and Jock will read up on childbirth, and then you’ll deliver our baby yourselves.”

My brother and I stared at one another, our mouths open with shock.

“No, honey, that’s not a good idea,” Jock said immediately. “We’re not medical professionals, and what if there’s an emergency? We should have a mid-wife on hand.”

But Sienna was adamant.

“You know what happens in emergencies?” she asks. “The midwife calls 9-1-1, and you know how to use a phone just as well as any midwife. I want this to be a natural birth with only the fathers present, which means that you and Jack will be delivering your new child. That’s final.”

Sienna knows how to get her way with us because we adore her. We worship her curvy form, and love how she’s so sassy and feisty, with a spark about her. As a result, here we are now, alone in the bedroom as Sienna enters the final moments of labor.

“Oohhhh,” she moans. “I need help,” she gasps. “The baby’s stuck inside.

I peer up between her legs.

“Baby Tyler’s not stuck,” I encourage. “Just a few more pushes, honey. You’re doing great. Do you want me to help make it easier?” I ask.

She nods, already knowing what I’m about to do. After all, we’ve been mixing pleasure with the pain of delivery, and it’s worked out amazing. As a result, I reach forward and play with her clit a bit, pinching it and then rubbing in slow circles.

“Mmm,” Sienna moans again, leaning her head back as her eyes close. “Jock, I need my nipples iced,” she manages between pants.

“Yes ma’am,” my brother responds, reaching into a bowl beside the bed for a cube of ice. Then he tenderly rubs the square over one hard pink tip, leaving circles of moisture on our girlfriend’s huge pendulous breasts.

I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. She’s flushed, enormous, and sweaty, and yet also gorgeous like an Earth Mother with her legs spread and a baby on the way. But as Sienna gets closer and closer to the edge, she needs even more attention from us.

“I need something to suck!” she cries, her belly rolling a bit as our baby descends down the birth canal. “Quick!”

Jock immediately drops the ice cube and stands up on the mattress, bracing his hand on the headboard.

“Here,” he growls. “Take this, sweetheart. It’s the closest thing on hand.”

Sienna’s mouth opens, and she swallows his huge shaft between her lips, sucking hard as if he’s a delicious lollipop.

“Mmm!” she grunts. “MMM! MMM!”

“You’re doing great,” I say, while still rubbing her nub in deep circles. Her kitty is dilating even more as I speak, and as Sienna begins to crest, the baby crests too. The head begins to appear between her legs, and then as our curvy girl screams, the baby is born, slipping out into my arms in a mess of fluids.

“Ohhhh!” Sienna cries breathlessly before beginning to suck again. “Mmmph!”

“You did great,” I rasp, swaddling the tiny little thing in a warm, damp towel. “Mommy did a wonderful job, didn’t she? Baby Tyler you’re so cute,” I coo, holding up the squalling child. “It’s a girl!”

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