Sibling Rivalry

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

SHE KEPT SQUEEZING the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as tension tightened her body. She forced herself to drive slow as her anger blinded her to how hard she pressed the accelerator. The entire night Karla had been annoyed and her sister’s barbs tossed her way only added fuel to her anger. She didn’t know where Aimee came off with her high and mightiness, but it grated on her nerves. Life was not black and white as Aimee believed. You did what you had to do to get ahead. It was called survival. There was nothing wrong with someone helping you out with a job. That’s what friends were for, to help you out when you needed it. It happened all the time. Karla didn’t need her sister’s judgmental attitude about it.

And then there was Mitch Greenway. She was never turned down by a man before because he preferred her sister. Men wanted what Karla offered. Mainly because Aimee never offered anything. Karla thought about texting Mitch to find out what his angle was, but instead, decided to see if he was working at his shop. This conversation was a must face-to-face. He needed to see what he turned down in order to realize what a fool he was being. She no longer cared if Aimee f****d him to get a discount on the car repair. Or lack of a discount, for that matter. Now it was the principle of being pushed aside for the one they used to call Turtleneck Aimee. It didn’t make sense. Karla felt how his c**k stiffened while they danced, felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and keeping her tight against him. She knew it wasn’t some moral high ground. He would have taken her right then if she allowed it. And she could understand if he had tapped her and now wanted to get the lookalike in the sack. It had happened in the past. Yet, he hadn’t been between her legs, yet. So, what was making him want her sister?

The challenge? Aimee was definitely hard to get. Perhaps that is why he wanted her. He assumed he knew what was behind curtain number one, so he wanted to see if he could rip open curtain number two and plunder its treasure. He’d have to dust it off first.

Karla squeezed the steering wheel tighter as she weaved through the nighttime traffic toward the industrial section of their beachside community. If she were lucky, Mitch Greenway would be working late. If she was really lucky, he would be working alone. Then she could show him why he wanted her and not her sister. She had her own nicknames, which she had earned in high school, and none of them made her sound like a nun.

Night blanketed the city, streetlights popping on, illuminating the road and trying to block out the stars that winked into appearance in the clear sky. It was Monday night and most of the people on the road would have much preferred being at home, even Karla, except she needed Mr. Greenway to check under her hood. He was going to check under her hood.

As she pulled down Hillshire, she could see the bay doors to Greenway’s Auto Repair up and the light on. Someone was there. Now, she just hoped it was Mitch. She pulled into the main drive and noticed Aimee’s Honda parked in the garage, hood up. At least, her sister was getting serviced. Karla growled at the thought of Aimee f*****g up her plan to get the car fixed for free, but she quickly shook it. She couldn’t care less about the car right now. This was about something altogether different. This was about Karla’s pride.

The local rock station played through a small radio on a workstation surrounded by tools and greasy rags. Oil and grease hung heavy in the air, assaulting her nostrils as she entered the small bay. Mitch bent over the side of the car, the upper portion of his body hidden under the hood, leaving his ass sticking out to announce his presence. His jeans were stretched tight over the roundness of his ass, his T-Shirt bunched up around his waist and stained with grease. Karla glanced around and didn’t see anyone else in the shop. She grinned as she sauntered up to where Mitch bent over and leaned against the side of the car. “How goes the repairs?”

He jumped slightly as he yelled out. Then, he stood and leaned on the side of the car as he took a couple of deep breaths while trying not to laugh. “That was not nice.” He gave her a weak smile as he glanced over at her. He then stood and wiped his hands on a rag he had draped over the car. “And what brings you out to this neck of the woods. Did the clubs close early?”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t going to a club. At least, not yet. I wanted to stop by and see how it was going with my sister’s car; saw the door open and lights on, and thought I’d take a chance you were the one working late.”

He gave her a suspicious look. “You wanted to check on your sister’s car this late at night? A pretty loyal sister.”

“What can I say? I’m sweet like that.”

He continued to stare at her with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh, so it seems. I hope she appreciates it.”

“Aimee? She never appreciates anything I do for her.” Her tone dripped with bitterness she needed to shake if she was going to succeed tonight. She turned so her ass was against the side of the car and held herself up with her hands, making sure her breasts were pushed out. As his eyes fell on her round globes, she knew she was in the right position. “But, you know, you do what you have to for family.”

He nodded as he tossed the rag onto the engine. “I agree with that. Still, I already called Aimee and told her about the car. So, why are you really here?” His lopsided grin told her his thoughts were exactly where she wanted them.

“I know. She also said you asked her out.”

His eyebrows lifted a little in surprise. “She did, did she? Was I not supposed to ask her out?”

She gave a tiny shrug as if it were no big deal, even though it was a very big deal. “My sister and I have an agreement. No one gets to go out with both sisters.”

“I wasn’t aware you and I were going out.” He slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled down at her. She liked that she had to look up at him. Men were supposed to be taller. It added to the whole power image that most thought they possessed. It was all a facade, of course. Women held the power, regardless of their size, because women owned the v****a. Still, Karla appreciated the false appearance. “I actually got the impression that you didn’t like long-term commitments. I mean, you did move from Brad to me in just one day.”

She ignored the comment. “You’re looking for something long-term? We just met. That’s going a little fast, isn’t it?”

“And here I thought you liked fast,” he said, as he took a step forward, his eyes raking her body with obvious appreciation.

Karla’s breath caught, and she forced herself to let it out as his closeness gripped her, sending a moist heat straight to her s*x and a tightening to her n*****s. Remember, you’re in control here, girl. She glanced up into his dark eyes, her breathing ragged gulps. He just smiled down at her, his grin challenging, daring her to deny his statements. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say as his eyes penetrated her the way she suddenly wanted his c**k to be doing. Did he want her to deny it? To play hard to get? She found herself being caught in her own game, and she didn’t know what to do. Most men cowered at her forward behavior. Mitch Greenway, however, was stepping right into it.

The left corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he soaked in her eyes. He reached out to her, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her off the car and pressing her body to his. She could feel his hardness through their clothes as it pushed against her, as he forced it against her, allowing her to know what was about to happen. He snaked his fingers into her dark hair and took a handful in his grip, pulling her head back slightly. “Am I wrong? Was your act at Sand Dune just that, an act? Tell me now, Karla, so I can either go back to work or bend you over and take you. Aren’t you the type of girl that likes it fast? Isn’t that why you’re here?”

She ran a tongue over her dry lips. “I…” She forced herself to swallow the dryness that suddenly took over her mouth. “I wasn’t acting.”

He grinned, cocky, sure of himself. He leaned down as if he was about to kiss her and stopped, their lips barely touching. “I didn’t think so,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her, and then his lips meshed against hers as his tongue forced its way into her mouth to dance with hers, tasting her.

She groaned and the wetness pooled between her legs. Her breathing became deeper, more ragged. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers digging into his back through his shirt. She felt his hands slide to the hem of her blouse and yank it up. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms in the air giving him the freedom. As soon as he tossed it onto the car, she put her arms back around him and their lips pressed together again. His hand slid under her bra to her swollen n*****s, pinching and twisting them slightly. She groaned into his mouth and he pinched her n*****s harder.

When they pulled apart, he grinned again. He reached behind her making short work of her bra clasp. He slid the right strap slowly off her shoulder, kissing her heated flesh as he did. Once it dangled on her arm, he did the same to her left strap. As he lifted his gaze back to hers, he allowed the bra to slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. “The bay door is open,” he said, as his hands caressed the roundness of her breasts, his finger flicking over her swollen n*****s. A shiver went through her at his touch. “Would you like to take this into the privacy of the office?”

She grinned, as she reached for his pants button. “What’s the fun in that?” She unzipped his pants and slid them down his long legs, dropping to her knees as she did, her eyes locked onto his. His c**k was long and thick as it pointed eagerly at her. She grinned at how fast she made him hard, taking a sense of pride in it. She cupped his balls in one hand, nuzzling into his crotch as she breathed in the musky aroma of his s*x. Her other hand gripped his hip as she licked her way up his shaft to the velvet ridge at the head. She glanced up to see his glazed eyes watching her. She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she swirled her tongue around the tip, licking the pre-c*m that escaped. She watched as he slid a hand to the top of her head, guiding her mouth to swallow his c**k. She eagerly obeyed his urging, taking him as far as she could. His small curls touched her nose and chin as she hungrily bobbed her head back and forth on his hardness. The bulge in his pants had not lied. He was impressive and she wanted him inside of her, to feel him thrusting into her, taking her right there in his garage with the doors open.

She stood to her feet, his c**k slipping from her lips as she rose. Staring at him with a lust that coursed through her veins, she yanked her pants open. Jerking them down her legs, she kicked them off along with her thong and then turned, her hands on the car, her ass pushed out as she bent herself over for him, totally naked. She c****d an eyebrow at him and grinned. “Is this fast enough for you?”

He smacked her ass as he chuckled at her, but he remained silent. Stepping behind her, he gripped her waist and she could feel the tip of his hardness at her entrance. She glanced over her shoulder, watching him. He squeezed her hips tighter as he eased into her, spreading her wetness with his manhood. She groaned, her head falling slightly as he took her. She could feel his hips pounding into her ass as he f****d her, her t**s swaying back and forth. Pushing back, she met each of his thrusts, begging him to go harder, faster. His fingers dug into her as his c**k pulsed within her. Her arousal trickled down her leg as she continued to push back against him. His grunts filled her ears and their moans echoed in the garage as the humid air brushed against their skin. She hung her head, her hair falling down the sides of her face, blocking out the garage. It wouldn’t have mattered. Her eyes were closed as she relished every thrust of his c**k inside of her. She begged him to f**k her harder.

She could feel her climax building, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure grew. She fell against the car, the cold metal pressing against her sensitive n*****s. Her mouth fell open as she moaned louder. “Yesss!”

She heard Mitch groan as she felt his c**k throb and twitch inside of her. He was close. She knew it. Oh god, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Then she felt his orgasm explode within her, his c*m spraying her walls as they sucked at his manhood, their juices mixing. It was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her body shook with her orgasm, her back arching as it ripped through her, gripping his c**k, and milking everything she could out of him as the tremors took over her body. She cried out, the scream echoing throughout the garage. She didn’t care. Didn’t care if she was heard or seen. All she cared about was her orgasm. She rode it, falling into the sensations as they played through her, her breathing ragged gasps and pants, her hands pressing against the side of Aimee’s car.

He continued to hold her while her body shook, keeping her from falling to her knees. She braced herself with her hands on the car as well as her chest, the cold metal a contradiction against her heated flesh. She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. She just wanted to feel him, his c**k, his hands on her body.

He smacked her ass again, just as he did before he f****d her. “Definitely not an act,” he said with a smile.

She felt him slip out of her and wanted to groan at the absence of his c**k. With a deep breath, she pushed herself off the car and into a standing position. He didn’t hug her or attempt to kiss her. He simply reached behind him and grabbed a clean towel off the table against the wall. He handed it to her with a satisfied smile and gestured to the door off to the side. “Bathroom is in there, if you would like to clean up.”

“Thanks,” she said, returning his smile. It was just s*x, after all. Exactly what she had intended. She grabbed her clothes and left him standing there reaching for his own pants. As she stepped into the bathroom, flipping on the light as she did, she smiled at herself in the mirror. That’s my girl. Now, let him dare to ask Aimee out. The fun is right here. She cleaned herself up, feeling more self-assured and confident than she did when she first arrived. There was no way he would be interested in her sister now, not after the little taste she just gave him. Once Karla had her hooks in someone, they stayed hooked.

She raked her fingers through her hair, attempting some semblance of order, and straightened her blouse. Feeling cocky, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror and then stepped out of the bathroom. Mitch was bent back over the engine, ratchet in hand. She walked up behind him and gripped his ass, giving it a tight squeeze. She smiled as he turned to smile back at her. “Feel better about your sister’s car, now?”

She raised her eyebrows as she gave him a playful grin. “I think it’s in great hands.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I think it’s safe for me to go home now and allow you to finish up.”

He nodded as he stood and watched her walk away. As she reached the bay doors, he called out to her. She turned, a hand on her pushed out hip, her grin in place. “I just thought it fair to tell you, I understand you have your little rule, but I still plan on going out with your sister.” He smiled at her. “Be safe going home.” And then he leaned back over the car and continued what he was doing.

Karla fumed within as she stared at his ass. In a huff, she spun around and stomped off, ready to strangle her sister. This is far from over.