Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“It’s none of your business,” she snaps.
I raise an eyebrow.
“You’re right, but I’d love to know. I mean, you’re not even dating anyone. I thought you, James, Casey and Brad went kaput a couple months ago.” After all, my sister was dating three men simultaneously, and she regaled me with stories of their escapades in bed. It was raunchy, especially since Xenia was taking it in all three holes all the time, but I didn’t mind. Hell, I’ve got my own stories to share now.
But Xenia shoots daggers at me again, her eyes like blue fire.
“For your information, I’ve moved on from my last relationship,” she says in a haughty tone. “This is for my new one.”
I raise a black brow, leaning against the door jamb like there’s nothing wrong with the situation.
“Really,” I drawl. “Pray tell.”
My sister throws me an unreadable look.
“Well, just so you know, I broke up with James, Casey and Brad because they weren’t enough for me. I needed more.”
I nod, still slouched against the door frame.
“Right, you’d mentioned. So I take it this new relationship is more somehow? He’s going to grow a second dick? A third dick? Invite his dad to join you guys in bed?” I ask facetiously. I know I’m being an asshole but I want answers, and I know exactly how to push my sister’s buttons to get her to fess up.
Sure enough, Xenia throws me another dirty look before rolling her eyes with exasperation.
“Okay, if you want to know, I’ve gotten an invitation to party with the Cannon Biker Club,” she says in a low tone. “You know, like guys who ride motorcycles while wearing black leather. Like Sons of Anarchy.”
I stare at her.
“I know Sons of Anarchy,” I say, referring to a show about a fictional biker gang based in the California desert. “But what do you mean, you’ve been invited to party with them?”
Xenia shrugs, tossing a lock of silky black hair over one shoulder. Even I have to admit my sister’s incredibly gorgeous with her voluptuous figure and symmetrical features. She’s not as adorable as Rae, but she’s what some would call “movie-star glamorous.”
“They’re having initiation rites, and I’ve been invited to participate,” Xenia says in a light tone. “That’s all.”
I stare at her.
“That’s all? Are you freaking serious? Or are you pretending like this is no big deal because you know you’re going to be asked to pull a train?”
Xenia stares at me, her blue eyes like marbles.
“You don’t know that I’ll be pulling a train.”
I let out a rude snort.
“Yeah, right. That’s exactly what biker gangs do, Xen, and you know it. They want their women to fuck every single member of the gang, one right after another, before the woman officially becomes a camp follower.”
My sister merely shrugs, leaning forward towards the bathroom mirror to examine her make-up.
“So?”
I stare at Xenia, flabbergasted. This is going too far, even for my sister.
“Well, are you ready to do that? How many men are in this biker gang anyways? How many will you be fucking?”
She shrugs.
“It’s a small gang. Just five or six guys, tops. I’m not worried.”
Suddenly, my eyes fall on the second rubber bulb lying on the counter, and realization crosses my mind.
“You’re douching your ass too, aren’t you? You won’t just be pulling a train and sleeping with each guy one by one. You’re going to have five guys on you at once. Fuck, Xen! What are you thinking?”
My sister whirls then, her azure gaze flashing with disdain.
“This is what I want, Trig. I want to fuck multiple men, and you know that my last relationship didn’t work because there were only three of them. Sure, James, Brad, and Casey were great, but it wasn’t enough. I need to be taken by more men, and I think the Cannon Biker Club could be the answer.”
I’m stunned, to say the least. My mouth opens and closes silently, and yet no words come. Finally, I manage in a low, trembling voice, “Xen, this is fucking insane. Seriously, just take some time and think about it, okay? This is a lot, even for you.”
But my sister’s furious now. She hisses and spits, her blue eyes sparking.
“I’ve already thought about it, Trig. And I’m twenty-five now, thank you very much, so I’m more than old enough to make my own decisions. That’s right. I’m not a little girl because I’m your older sister, not your younger one. I’m fucking the Cannon Biker Club, so why can’t you be happy for me? Why can’t you see this as an opportunity for me to get what I want?”
My head spins while I try to let the situation sink in because holy shit. Is Xenia serious? So my sister’s going to show up at some dilapidated clubhouse and let five or six guys fuck her silly with their big beer guts and grizzled grey beards? She’ll offer all three holes, no doubt and come out streaming fluids from all of her orifices.