Sibling Rivalry

Chapter Eleven-1

Chapter Eleven

AS HER ALARM went off, Aimee actually found herself eager to be up and about her day. She was surprised she wasn’t exhausted since she was unable to fall asleep right away after arriving home last night. Her mind, as well as her body, was still full of the aftermath of Clint Asher. Nothing happened, of course. Clint behaved like the perfect gentleman. She wasn’t sure whether she was sad or happy about that. A part of her wanted him to take her right there on the couch. Instead, they cuddled while watching the movie and then he kissed her at the door when she said she needed to go. She ran her tongue over her lips, remembering the taste of him, the warmth of his lips as his tongue parted hers and slipped inside, teasing her tongue as they embraced each other, their bodies pressed hard together. She was surprised more hadn’t happened right then and there. Perhaps he was just being cautious because his daughter was in the other room. By the bulge in his shorts, she knew he wanted the same thing she did at that moment. Instead, however, he wished her a goodnight and told her that he would reach out to her tomorrow, which was today, and Aimee was eager for him to do so.

Slipping out of her room, she headed toward the small kitchen. She needed coffee. She completely forgot about being angry at her sister until she saw Karla standing by the counter putting cream cheese on a bagel. Her sister glanced up at her, a smirk on her face. “And how was your evening? Got in rather late for a school night, didn’t you?”

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee pulled Aimee toward the cabinet where the mugs were calling to her. “My evening was good. Thanks.” She wasn’t sure she wanted Karla to know about Clint. She had told her about her date with Mitch and that didn’t exactly turn out too well. Why risk more drama? “And I didn’t realize I had a curfew.”

“You don’t, except for the one you usually enforce upon yourself. On weeknights, you are properly tucked away no later than ten o’clock. Last night, I think it was closer to midnight. Totally out of character for you. Did my sister finally get lucky?”

“I get lucky all the time. It’s just not by spreading my legs.” She pulled down a coffee mug, the landscape of Savannah, Georgia wrapped around it. She didn’t remember why they even had the mug. Neither of them had ever been to Savannah. “How did it go with your job interview?”

“Oooo subject change. Someone doesn’t want to talk about her night. Must be juicy then.” Karla took a bite of her bagel and then continued talking around a mouthful of food. “I got the job,” she said with a shrug. “I never thought I wouldn’t. I’ve been going to Sand Dune for years and Paul likes me. I start Monday night.”

Aimee wanted to ask if the job interview was with or without clothing but decided her mood didn’t need to change because of her sister. She still felt the high from her night with Clint and didn’t want to ruin it. “Congratulations. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will for a while. You know me. Never in one place for long.”

Aimee nodded. “Well, I need to get ready for work.” She took the cup of coffee she had poured and started for the bathroom and the shower that awaited.

Karla’s hand on her arm stopped her, however. “Hey, look, I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have barged in on your date with Mitch.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. You should have talked to me first.” Aimee turned and stared at her sister. “I told you a long time ago that I wouldn’t go after your boyfriends. That includes people you’re interested in. If you would have told me you wanted him, I wouldn’t have accepted the date.”

“I know. It was silly. I’m sorry.”

Aimee took a deep breath. She highly doubted Karla was sorry for anything she did, but she did apologize. “No worries. It’s all good. Now, I really do need to get ready for work.”

“And I need to enjoy my last few days of freedom.”

Aimee smiled. “Lucky you.”

When she entered her room, her cell phone dinged, announcing a text message. “Had a great time last night. Feel like joining Abigail and me for an evening at the carnival tonight?”

“I enjoyed last night as well. And sounds like a good time. I’d love to.” She placed her phone on her dresser and grabbed her robe and towel. A hot shower sounded awesome right then. As she entered the hallway, she heard music coming from Karla’s room. Her sister was back in hiding. Turning on the shower, she stripped down. She stared at herself in the mirror, her blond hair falling over her shoulders, as she waited for the water to heat up. Running her hands over her body, her nails grazing her flesh, she wondered what Clint would think of the way she looked. Would he ravish her when he finally had the chance? Would he like to see her naked? Karla possessed the better body, she couldn’t deny, but she wasn’t so bad looking herself. Sure, she may have an extra pound or two, but that just meant there was more of her to hold, right?

She circled her fingers around her dark aureoles, teasing the n*****s that started to shrivel up in excitement. She pictured Clint’s fingers teasing her swollen nubs, bringing them to life. She pinched them, pulling them out a little. Her breath caught as sensations flooded down her chest and into her sweet cavern. She allowed her other hand to slide down her abdomen and over her tender pearl, her fingers twirling it in small circles. She could hear her breathing getting heavier in the small room, the steam from the shower billowing over the top of the shower curtain and filling the bathroom. She stretched her fingers down between her sweet lips and dipped two inside of her wetness, pushing them in deep as she continued to pinch at her n****e. She saw Clint in front of her, felt his lips on hers again, as she continued to stroke herself.

Her legs started to grow shaky and, turning, she collapsed on the counter, laying back against the mirror. She rubbed her swollen clit faster, making small circles over the tender hood. She heard herself moan, the sound barely a whisper over the sound of the shower. She spread her legs further apart, wanting to plunge her fingers—no, Clint’s fingers—deeper inside her passion. She could feel the tightening of her body, the building of her orgasm, as she continued to rub at herself. Too long. It had been too long since she had a man’s attention and she craved it. She held her breath. She didn’t want Karla to hear what she was doing. Her eyes popped open. Her mouth opened to an O as she felt the electrical charge wash through her, making her shake as it took over her body. Oh god, yes, Yes! She needed it, needed Clint.

As her orgasm subsided, she forced herself into the shower, which wasn’t as hot as it should have been, wishing she was as brazen as her sister. She would have made the move on Clint last night, instead of waiting for him. Aimee needed him to make the move. She needed him to take her. Oh god, Clint, take me.

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Karla heard the front door open and close as Aimee went off to work. She stared at the door as if she could still see her sister, frustration making her breaths heavier. She never knew Aimee to be so close-lipped about a man before. She had so few dates that she usually wouldn’t shut up about them. So why was she not sharing the dirty details of her night with Clint Asher? Had he used her and then merely tossed her out the door? She would definitely be embarrassed that it happened to her again just like it did at graduation. It was the only reason Karla could think of for Aimee not to blab about her night. She may need to investigate this single father a little more.

For now, she had to fix a broken connection. Mitch Greenway ignored all of her texts over the past two days and she had apologized so sweetly. She wasn’t used to men ignoring her, especially when she was willing to do whatever was necessary to fix the situation. Most men hopped on the make-up booty call. Mitch, however, was silent on the situation. It was time for a more personal approach. He may be able to ignore her texts, but she highly doubted he would be able to ignore her in person, not with the outfit she planned on wearing.

She also doubted that Aimee believed her apology, but it didn’t matter. She had made it and that was what would be said if anyone asked. It wasn’t that she really found Mitch a great catch or anything, but her philosophy was to never burn a bridge that you might need later. She would get him back on her side and all happy go lucky again and then she could move on to someone else, like Paul who gave her a job when she possessed no real bartending experience. At least Paul was sweet on the eyes. If she played her cards right with him, she could be running Sand Dune by the end of the month.

When she pulled into the front of Greenway’s Auto Repair, the old man who was there Monday was still there, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. The bay door was open, and an old Toyota pickup was up on the hydraulic lift. She didn’t see anyone else around, which was great for her plans.

“Is Mitch here?” she asked the elderly man as she neared the office door.

He nodded and pointed inside. She smiled as she passed him. Why waste a thank you on someone who wasn’t speaking anyway? “Mitch?” she called out, as she closed the office door behind her. The office was the first room a customer walked into, but there was another room in the back, for what she wasn’t sure, but she was about to find out. She passed by the desk, glanced out into the garage as she passed the open door, and upon seeing no one, continued on to the closed door. “Mitch,” she called out as she knocked.

“It’s open.”

She opened the door cautiously and peered around, not sure what to expect. It was a storage room. She laughed to herself at her silliness and entered the room. It was lined with shelves that held a vast variety of car parts. Another wall held tires of all sizes.

“What are you doing here?”

She shifted from curious to seductive in the amount of time it took her to paste on a smile. “You weren’t answering my texts.”

“And that didn’t give you a clue?”

She shrugged as she stepped closer to him. He held a clipboard in his hands, which he used to force some distance between them. “I didn’t like how we left things. I don’t like people being mad at me.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow at her in surprise. “Because it seemed like you were doing your best to piss everybody off. Brad didn’t even know what the hell was going on.”

“I know. He isn’t answering my texts, either.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him, then? After all, you were seeing him before you even knew about me.”

“He’ll be easy to win back over.” She smiled as she swayed back and forth in place, her hips suggesting a girlish playfulness about her. “You, however, seem to need some major convincing.” She stepped closer, her hand on his clipboard pushing it down and out of her way as she glanced up into his eyes with a coquettish grin on her face. “So, I thought I would come over and convince you.”

He stared down into her eyes. His face was still a stern mask of disapproval. “What you did was bullshit. A quickie isn’t going to make me forgive you. Not your typical male, remember?”

She turned around and bent over, offering her ass to him. Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him. “So, spank me for being such a naughty girl.”

“You weren’t naughty. You were rude.”

She wiggled her ass at him, tempting him. She had worn a short skirt and once she bent over, the cups of her ass cheeks were clearly visible, begging for his attention. She left the underwear at home, as well.

With narrowed eyes, he glared at her, and she could hear the low growl coming from him. Suddenly, she was worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew by offering herself up to him for punishment. She was about to stand up and call it quits when he reached out and pushed her toward one of the walls, her hands bracing her up on the shelf. “Okay, you want to be punished, you’ll be punished.”