The next morning, Ethan stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen.

“Coffee. Must drink coffee.” Without caffeine, he was a zombie.

Babygirl laughed. “You’re just like your brother. There’s plenty already made, and if you need it, we have sugar and cream.”

Ethan found a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee, trying not to stare at Babygirl in her tank top and shorts. He tried not to notice her hardening nipples when they both heard Sir’s voice from the bedroom.

“Babygirl, can you bring me some coffee, please?” “Yes, Sir. Be right there!” Sir?

Babygirl grabbed a mug from the counter and prepared his brother’s coffee. She...