Page 5 of Brother's Best Friend Biker Affair

Chapter Five

After four months, it feels a lot like my life is the reverse of what it was before. Now, it’s like I’m incapable of experiencing sex without it resulting in an orgasm. I mean, Evan and I sleep together four or sometimes five times a week. Every time, I cum. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, so I’m not talking about repeat productions of the first time where he takes his time and goes down on me and all that.

Hell no!

There are times he gets home and I just grab him, sit him on my bed or his, and get on top of him. No foreplay. Nothing. There are times he just bends me over the table or something. I still cum! That’s what I mean about how it’s reversed. Before, it seemed like nothing I could do regardless of how elaborate I might make it would result in orgasm. Now, it’s like there’s no way for me to avoid orgasm regardless of how little I actually do to try to accomplish one. I’ve even cum twice just giving him a blowjob!

Savannah’s home now. She’s jealous. Of course, she is. I mean, I used to be the poster child for sexually frustrated and unhappy. Now, I’m the poster child for sexual fulfillment. She’s not jealous in a mean way. She’s envious. There. That’s a better word. That’s the key for her. She wants to experience the kind of excitement I’m experiencing.

Of course, both of us are pretty sure a lot of what’s going on with me is just what goes on with any girl who experiences orgasms. I mean, I went twenty-two years without one. We both think it’s very likely I’m just giving the sexual pleasure in my life a little more priority than it actually deserves just because of how long I went without it. Who knows? More importantly, who cares? I mean, if this is how orgasms feel for everybody, fantastic. It seems to me people should really stop bitching about life.

Anyway, the one thing that sucks is all the hoops we jump through trying to hide this situation from my brother. For three days a week, it doesn’t matter because Terry is working in the city, and that means he’s not around. He comes home eventually, though, and when he does, that changes everything. When he’s home we either have to sneak around or we just have to pretend that I’m still just Terry’s kid sister to Evan, if that makes sense.

Of course, maybe that’s what I am.

Maybe I’m just Terry’s kid sister to Evan as far as the emotional side of things is concerned. I mean, it’s not like we go on dates. I’m not his old lady. That’s a biker term. I mean, I’m not his biker girlfriend. I guess I don’t want to be a biker girlfriend. I mean, I want to be his girlfriend but not like a biker. I’d be more like one of the women in town who have relationships with Midnight Avengers but don’t have any involvement in the club, never go on rides, and don’t…

Oh fuck.

I’m like a sweet butt.

Sorry. I grew up in Pinecrest Peak. That means I’m used to outlaw biker things. You might not be. A sweet butt is a girl who hangs out at the clubhouse to make herself available to whatever member of the gang wants her. They do cleaning and cooking, too. I know some clubs also pimp sweet butts out but not here. The Midnight Avengers don’t make any money from prostitution. They also don’t have any underage sweet butts like a lot of clubs. If a sixteen-year-old runaway shows up, they get her to a shelter.

Anyway, cooking, cleaning, and fucking. That’s a sweet butt’s job.

I mean, all Ethan and I do is fuck. I’m his club girl groupie but just his own personal one. I mean, I also cook for him sometimes and even do his laundry. That’s what the club girls do. I’m his own personal sweet butt!

The realization really hurts. I want to be more than that. Well, that’s part of why it hurts, anyway. I think the real reason it hurts so much for me is that I know even if that’s all I am, I won’t do anything to risk losing that. I’d rather be his whore/housekeeper sweet butt for the rest of my life than be nothing to him at all.

“Fuck it. If that’s all I am, that’s enough,” I say.

“What?” he asks.

I turn and stare at him in shock. “I didn’t…” My brother is there, too. I swallow hard and my face must be bright red. “I didn’t know you guys were here. I just… um, just talking to myself.”

My brother shrugs and says, “Okay. Ethan told me. So, you two can stop hiding.”

“Told you what?”

“You know what,” he says with a laugh.

I glance at Ethan, and he nods. I look at him and say, “What did he tell you?”

“What do you mean? You two are together.”

“Together?”

“Why are you still trying to hide it?” he asks with a laugh.

“He told you I’m…” Hell, I don’t know what I am! They both look at me and I finally end lamely with a soft, “his girlfriend?”

Ethan shakes his head. “No. Not anymore,” he says. So now, it’s ten times as confusing!

Until he gets down on one knee and says, “I want you to be more than my girlfriend.”

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