All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She should be asleep by now, lost in some dream world with some bare-chested hunk from one of her romance novels. She should be, but she wasn't, not with her sister in the next room. Aimee Harper lay in her bed, again regretting sharing an apartment with her twin sister, a regret she had almost every weekend. It was three in the morning and instead of the deep silence of night lulling her to sleep, she was being kept wide awake by her sister's cries of pleasure. Living with Karla really wasn't the problem; at least, not usually. When Karla first asked to share Aimee's condo, Aimee thought it a great idea. She could save money for one, which would assist her in her quest to actually do something with her photography hobby, and also have someone to split the household chores. When she didn't have to remind Karla to do her portion, that is. And, for the most part, they got along as well as most siblings. They bickered here and there, squabbled over who drank the last Diet Coke, and whose

After breakfast, Brad left and Aimee went to her room leaving Karla the dishes. Of course, Karla wasn't happy about being stuck with cleanup duty. She would rationalize that Aimee owed her since Karla arranged to have someone take a peek at the car. However, Aimee didn't care and, even though she still planned on talking to Mitch Greenway about the car, she was going to insist on paying full price. She wanted no special treatment based on how well her sister fucked one of his friends. Aimee would not be the reason Karla whored herself out.It had always been that way, it seemed. Karla could always worm something out of any man she met. It started in middle school when the seconds-younger Harper sibling realized that, with a shake of her ass and a low cut blouse, she never had to write her own papers ever again. Of course, as she moved into high school, it cost her more to get what she wanted. A hand job. Oral sex. However, the gifts were more expensive and her men older. High school bo

She settled back in her chair and allowed the rays of the sun to beat down upon her body. She held her book in her lap, unopened. Her mind was too full of distractions to concentrate on the pages. For one thing, she was still pissed at her sister. First, for bringing Brad home, and then for expecting Aimee to be grateful she screwed a bargain out of him for her. She was also annoyed at her mother for always being too soft on Karla and forcing Aimee to take over for their father, being the enforcer."If I don't give in to her, Aimee, I'll lose her." It was the excuse her mother gave her the last time they argued about her sister. Aimee just shook her head. "She's using you, Mom.""She needs me. I'm not turning my back on her.""What she needs is a swift kick in the ass. You're allowing her to manipulate you. She's a grown woman, for crying out loud! She can take care of herself. Trust me. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to her do just that, thanks to our thin walls."Her

"Now you're going on a date with him? He's a single dad, Aimee. Why go on a date with someone who has a kid? Tell me he's at least rich or something?" Karla sat on the edge of Aimee's bed, as her sister tried to decide which outfit looked good, but not boring, on her. Or trampish. She didn't want to come off like her sister, and this was just a dinner to thank her for babysitting Abigail. It's not like it was an official date or anything. Aimee didn't know what one of those even looked like, it had been so long since she went on one. "Why do you sound so surprised? I go on dates." Liar. "And no, he's not rich. I don't go out with people for what they have. Besides, this is just a thank you dinner. Nothing fancy.""A thank you dinner? What is he thanking you for? What exactly did you do in that old building?" She had a look on her face like she was proud of Aimee."I took pictures, perv. It's for babysitting his daughter. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"Karla shrugged.

Aimee left on her date that wasn't really a date, leaving Karla alone. Karla hated being alone. After pacing around the apartment for a while trying to find something to do with herself, she decided the night called for alcohol and dancing, even if it was Sunday. She began to rummage around in her closet, looking for the outfit that would keep her from having to pay for her own drinks. Men were always so eager to help a slutty-looking girl. In the end, she chose a pair of white jeans, with holes in very strategic places, which hugged her ass almost as tight as her skin. She wore a blue blouse that tied in the front and fell open over the top of her breasts, revealing quite a bit of the softness of her round globes, and left her tummy exposed. As she was running a brush through her hair, her cell phone went off. The number wasn't in her contacts, which she thought odd. "Hello?" "Karla Harper? This is Mitch Greenway. Brad asked me to reach out to you about your sister's car.""Oh, yes,