All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mitch had his hands on her waist, keeping her pinned to his crotch, which was announcing his plans for the evening. She ground herself on his swollen member, teasing him with the thought that his plans could be hers, as well. She had one hand around him as the other played with her dark hair, the strands falling from her fingertips in small waves, her hips gyrating a seductive dance that promised if they shed their clothes, she would be more than eager to fulfill his manhood's wishes. Of course, it was all a tease—at least, for now. It was how the game was played. Karla allowed men to think they had a chance with her, so she could manipulate them into giving her what she wanted. Once they did, she usually fulfilled those teasing moments. She couldn't have word get out that she only frustrated men now, could she? She may need something from them down the road, so it paid never to burn a bridge. Sometimes, she gave it up ahead of time, but that was usually only when she knew she was goi

The weekend screeched to a halt and Aimee dreaded it. At least, she was able to go into work late, and hopefully, she'd be getting her car fixed. That's it, Aimee girl, keep looking for that silver lining. She was tired of sputtering around town, balancing the gas and brake pedals just to keep herself moving. She feared being stranded on the side of some highway being honked at by those who didn't want to stop to help her out, unless of course, she was willing to help them out in the backseat in exchange. She just wanted to get from point A to point B without the hassle. It wasn't really too much to ask, was it? Apparently, the Universe thought so.If she hated Mondays, Karla hated them more. It probably didn't help that she usually stayed out drinking all night and was hung over come morning. Aimee already pounded on her sister's door three times, reminding her that she was taking Aimee to get the car inspected. Karla just grunted at her through the door.Aimee showered, dressed for h

Betty Harper held the soup spoon in front of her mouth, blowing on it, sending the steam billowing away from her, before swallowing. Aimee stuffed a forkful of salad into her mouth, wishing all the while she had a hamburger. Her mother offered to pick her up and take her to lunch since her car was in the shop, which worked out well since Aimee was in such a rush that morning she forgot to pack a lunch. She hated not having her car."How long before it's fixed?""The mechanic said it would be ready by tomorrow afternoon. Ginny is taking me home tonight and I'm sure I can get Karla to bring me back tomorrow. She has nothing else to do. I may need your help getting the car when it's ready, however, if you're available.""I can do that. You still coming for dinner tonight?""Sure. I'm always up for a pot roast, especially yours. I never could get the recipe right when I was at college."Betty laughed as she scooped up another spoonful of her corn chowder. "No one knows how to cook in colle

Betty Harper placed the roast on the table and then took her seat. Aimee and Karla already sat, neither one really talking to each other. Aimee was lost in her own thoughts and figured Karla was stewing over the fact that Mitch asked Aimee out, instead of chasing her, or that she assumed Aimee betrayed her by not following rules they created in high school. She wouldn't be surprised if Karla called Mitch and chewed his ass out, while Aimee got dressed. What could he have possibly been thinking? Of course, he wouldn't have been the first male to have a fantasy about sleeping with the twins—separate or alone. Still, no one was never allowed to date both sisters, because the two of them agreed not to give them the chance. It didn't matter that none of the people Karla dated even appealed to Aimee. Nor did it matter that Aimee had moved away to college and had tried to start a life of her own somewhere else. Karla held onto rules they had made growing up, like old people in church held on

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, deci