Sibling Rivalry

Chapter Eleven-2

She looked back over her shoulder and watched as he slid his belt through the loops of his jeans. Oh god, Karla, what the hell have you gotten yourself in for?

He folded the belt in half as he stepped to the side of her, his hand on her waist, holding her in position. Before she could yell stop, she heard the swish of the leather belt slicing through the air and felt the stinging bite as it smacked across her ass cheeks. She cried out and gripped the metal shelf tighter, her knuckles turning white. She saw stars and lights in her vision as the pain exploded within her. She had no time to think about it as another swing of the belt fell across her ass. And another. She screamed and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, stop!”

“I thought you wanted to be punished?” The swish of the belt through the air preceded another bite across the soft globes of her ass.

“I did. I have been. Please!”

“Five more and then you’ll be forgiven. Or you can leave here now and leave me alone.”

She gulped air, tears bubbling at the corner of her eyes. Her ass felt like it was on fire and she knew she would have welts. And yet, she also felt the heat between her legs as her honey dripped. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. “If I take the five, then we’re good? All’s forgiven?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll take the spanking.”

She didn’t have time to even take another breath before the belt bit into her ass again, leaving another red welt across her skin. She held onto the shelf, her fingers squeezing it with each painful swipe of the belt. Another sliced across her ass. And another. The juices between her legs flowed and it confused the hell out of her. She wanted the spanking to stop and then she didn’t. Another smack. She rubbed her legs together, trying to put some friction on her clit. One more. She held her breath waiting for it to fall. She felt his hand on her back, the cool air of the storage room across her heated flesh. And then it fell, harder than the rest. She screamed and it echoed throughout the room and the garage. Everyone had to have heard it. That thought made her p***y drip even more.

She felt his hand on her shoulder, jerking her back up. “You need to make it right with everyone else.”

She rubbed her ass cheeks and could feel the warmth radiating from her flesh. “I will. Promise.”

“Now, I have work to do.” He smiled at her and it melted her insides. “I’ll call you later.”

She grinned. “I’ll be waiting.” As she turned, her hand still on her ass, she couldn’t help but wonder who played who between the two of them.

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The air was a blanket of carnival food—funnel cakes, popcorn, corn dogs, caramel apples, and pretzels. It was humid as the Florida air made everything sticky and the crowded fair didn’t help the oppressive feeling. Still, it didn’t matter. She was there with Clint and Abigail, trying not to get sick on the rides and watching him throw baseballs and rings to attempt to win “his two ladies” a stuffed animal. She laughed as he forked over another five-dollar bill to the man on the other side of the wood barrier and was handed his three baseballs. “You’re going to go broke, you know. No one wins at these games.”

He just looked at her with an exaggerated shocked look on his face. “Oh ye of little faith.”

“Okay,” she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Twenty dollars and a sore arm later, he managed to win Abigail a small elephant with droopy eyes. Aimee snaked her arm through his and snuggled up to him as she kept him from pulling out another five-dollar bill. “I don’t need a stuffed animal. I do, however, need a churro.”

He beamed at her as he nodded. “Probably cheaper.”

Abigail walked between them, holding each of their hands as they passed the roller-coaster-style rides on their way to the food trucks. “Can I have a Sno-Cone?”

“Of course you can have a Sno-Cone.” He swung his daughter’s arm as they walked, making a game of it.

Aimee smiled as she watched and matched his movements with Abigail’s other arm. She enjoyed being there with the two of them. It had been a long time since she did something like go to a carnival. The last time was with Karla and some guy she dated, and Aimee felt like a third wheel. She hated that feeling and had never joined Karla on one of her dates again. If she couldn’t have someone to talk to while her sister was playing fishy face with her current interest, she didn’t want to be bothered. However, being there with Clint and Abigail was a totally different experience. It was fun having a little kid along, to see her excitement at all the lights and noises. It was almost as if it was her own little family she attended the carnival with and she was able to lose herself in the fantasy.

Abigail started wearing down and Clint picked her up and carried her out of the carnival, Aimee holding the stuffed elephant and the remnants of a pretzel. On the drive home, Clint reached across the seat and took Aimee’s hand in his, holding it as he drove. She glanced back at Abigail, but the little girl slept soundly. Clint squeezed her hand. “Relax. It’s okay to hold my hand. I actually talked to her about you today.”

“About me?”

“Mhm. I wanted to know how she would feel if you were around more and not just as her babysitter. Just so you know, she loved the idea. So relax.”

“I just don’t want to see her get hurt.” I guess the hanging out phase is over. She felt herself smiling. She can’t say she minded.

“I appreciate that. Really, I do. I just don’t want to hide things from her. What’s important to me will be important to her. I’ll protect her all I can, but I still have to live my life. I love my daughter very much, but I am not one of those parents who believes that my life has to be put on hold until she grows up. That’s at least fifteen years away. Too long for me to go solo. I want a life with someone I care about and I’m not going to wait until I’m well into my forties to see it come about.”

Leaning over, Aimee laid her head on his shoulder. “I like that. Very much.”

She felt him squeeze her hand tighter. “So do I. And I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. To be honest, I’m not really sure what’s going on, but I’m enjoying it so far.”

“I don’t know, either, but I like the direction it’s taking.”

Clint carried Abigail up to their apartment and Aimee followed along. She stood in the living room, not really sure what to do, while he put his daughter to bed. She heard Abigail mumble something and Clint tell her to go to sleep. Aimee wondered what it would be like for Clint to put her to bed.

He entered the living room pulling his shirt out of his waistband. “Whew. That little girl is eating too much.” He laughed as he made a show of stretching his poor aching back. “Either that or I’m just getting way too old.”

Aimee laughed. “Not even thirty yet. My mother would smack you upside the head just for joking about it.”

He grinned at her. “Twenty-eight is the new fifty.” Walking over to where she stood, his eyes twinkled. His smile made her heart warm and her honey drip. He stood in front of her, his hands reaching to her arms and stroking them before pulling her to him. He gazed into her eyes and she knew she could lose herself in their depth. She thought of this morning in the shower and she felt the heat grow inside of her. Please.

“I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you for coming along.”

She swallowed to moisten her mouth before speaking. “I had a great time.” Her voice was still soft.

He placed a finger under her chin and turned her head up just a little more before leaning down and kissing her, his lips moist on hers. She slid her arms around his waist and her hands up his back, holding onto him as she fell into his kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her, and she eagerly matched his swirling motion, moaning just a little as she did. She felt his hand slide down her back and over her ass, pulling her toward him even more, if that was even possible. She felt his hardness against her, and she moaned even louder. She wanted it. Needed it.

She slid a hand down between them and caressed his manhood through his pants. It was his turn to groan as he kissed her harder. When he finally broke the kiss off, he was panting to catch his breath. Gazing into her eyes, he said, “Aimee…”

She put her fingers on his lips and stopped him from saying anything else. She took his hand in hers and was about to lead him to his bedroom when Abigail screamed. They both rushed to see what was wrong, Aimee’s heart pounding, both from the worry of what could have happened and the abrupt halt to their passion.

“I’m here, baby. Daddy’s here.” Clint knelt by the edge of her bed and ran a hand over her brow. “It’s okay, love. It’s just a nightmare. It’s all okay.”

Abigail threw her arms around her father and squeezed, tears streaming down her puffy cheeks.

Aimee stood in the doorway watching them, her heart aching for the little girl. Her p***y aching from the frustration of being so rudely denied. She stood there, hugging herself as Clint comforted his daughter. She thought back to his words in the car. He wanted to share his life with someone, and by all counts, it seemed like she was that someone. She found herself smiling at the thought of it. It excited and scared her. She was only twenty-five. She had thought a few years ago that she was ready for a lifelong commitment, but that didn’t turn out so well. Of course, back then it had just been Henry Warren and her. Clint came with a ready-made family. Going out with him meant that they would always be interrupted by Abigail. Was she ready for that? Most couples had some time to get to know each other before having to worry about diapers or nighttime tremors. For her there would be no time. It was already here. Are you really ready for a family, Aimee? And what about Mitch?