Page 24 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

“That sounds good,” says Natalie. “I’d love to sample more with the two of you. It’ll be really fun.”

Immediately, Gary and I embrace her curvy form.

“It’ll be more than fun,” my brother growls while running a big hand between her legs. He skates over her nub and Natalie tosses her head back with a delighted sigh. “It’s going to be awesome. You won’t regret it,” he vows.

“No, you absolutely won’t,” I agree before getting on my knees before her spread legs and giving her nub a slight suckle. Natalie squeals and parts her knees even further to give me better access. “You see, we need these sugar walls. We need to sample them every night, and we need to sample your sugar walls back there too. Would you be into that?”

Natalie’s eyes light up even as her mouth forms a round “O” of surprise. But as always, she delivers.

“I would like that,” she confirms. “To us. And the future.”

With that, my brother and I kiss the curvy girl with every fiber of our being. We slid into Natalie’s life in an illicit way, but have no regrets. After all, someone as lush and ripe as the curvy girl isn’t going to stay single long. As a result, we swooped in to claim her as our own, and now that Natalie’s agreed to be ours, we’re going to make the most of the opportunity. After all, she belongs to me and my brother, and Sugar’s happiness is our responsibility and our delight.

Epilogue

Natalie

Nine months later.

I’m totally airtight between my two boyfriends. One is in my kitty and the other in my bottom. They pump in and out in a syncopated rhythm as I bounce between them, my Double Ds jouncing up and down.

“Oooh,” I moan. “That feels so good.”

But Gascon pulls back a little.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask, my eyes opening. “Why did you stop?”

He smiles gently at me and caresses my face.

“I’m just worried because you’re pregnant sweetheart. You’re bound to deliver any day now, and I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

Gary stops too.

“Are you feeling contractions?” he adds in a concerned voice. “Did your water break?”

I laugh.

“Believe me, when my water breaks, you’ll know,” I quip. “But right now, I just want more. So keep going,” I command. “I NEED it.”

Both men chuckle low in their throats and begin pounding into me again. They’re trashing my holes, but it feels so good because I was destined to be their woman. After that first time at the Lodge, our fates were sealed. Gary and Gaston were mine, and when we met up the second time, it was just the icing on top. They released their masculinity into me, and sprayed my fertile fields. It was heavenly, and I got pregnant from that encounter.

Of course, when my father found out I was expecting, he was incensed.

“WHAT?” he roared. “What the fuck?”

“I’m pregnant, Daddy,” I said, calmly running my hands over my belly although I had yet to show. “The fathers are Gary and Gascon from the club.”

Jack’s eyes bulge out and a vein pulses crazily in his forehead.

“Gary and Gascon? Like fuck! I’m going to tear their heads off,” he raged. “I can’t fucking believe you were initiated behind my back.”

But I stopped him.

“Daddy, I enjoyed it. I know you think that Mom would be horrified if she knew what happened, but Violet’s gone now. And she loves you. She loves us. She just wants us to be happy, and if being a part of Dads and Daughters is what makes me happy, then she’d want me to join.”

But Jack won’t hear it.

“Fuck that!” he screams, his face going red. “Violet would never condone you joining Dads and Daughters. What was I thinking?” he wails, breaking down and burying his head in his hands. “I’m such a terrible father! I’ve corrupted you!”

That’s when I pull my trump card.

“No, Daddy, that’s not true. I’m fine,” I say. “Plus, I know it’s hard for you to accept, but Sienna is the one who set it up.”

With that, my dad looks up with shock. His cheeks are tear-stained, and he looks about eighty years old.

“Sienna did this?” he asks hoarsely. “My Sienna?”

I nod.

“Yes, Sienna. The soon-to-be mother of your child. The woman whom you and Uncle Jock love more than life itself.”

“No,” he whispers while shaking his head. “Sienna wouldn’t do this.”

I cluck a bit.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but she did because she wants what’s best for me,” I say in a firm voice. “Her and Layla both. So they banded together and got my initiation set up. I admit, it wasn’t your usual initiation, but it was a wonderful one with Gascon and Gary, and I’m with them now. And it’s a with them in a romantic sense.”

At that, my dad’s head jerks up.

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