Chapter 5 - Sibling Rivalry

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 mother didn't catch the insinuation or, if she did, she chose to ignore it. "You don't understand. If I don't help her, she'll stop loving me. I'll lose her."

"If you have to buy her love with money or favors, then it's not love. You need to make her stand on her own two feet. Stop letting her use you."

As always, her mom never listened to her and Aimee found herself attending lunches and dinners she would have rather missed just to keep Karla from ripping their mother off. Karla was trouble all through school, driving their father crazy. Their mother always made excuses for her, bailing her out of trouble. Of course, with all that pent up frustration, she had to let it out somewhere, and Aimee was the puppy that was constantly kicked. Obviously, her mother didn't think she needed to buy Aimee's love, which was fine. Aimee didn't want her to feel she had to buy it. Yet, it would be nice to be on equal footing.

"Long day?" Aimee opened her eyes, as Clint slid into the lounge chair beside her, "Stay on the steps!" He called to Abigail, as he settled back to rest.

Aimee smiled. "Just a typical day."

"That bad, huh?"

"Karla brought home some guy last night and they kept me up late. My mom wants us to go over tomorrow night for dinner. My car needs major surgery. I think that's about it for now. Fingers crossed."

He gave a low whistle. "Wow. When it rains, it pours. Anything I can do to help?"

"Do you want my sister to live with you?"

"How about I help with the car, instead?"

"Chicken." Abigail let out a scream, as she threw water up into the air and let it hit her in the face. The little girl giggled hysterically as it pelted her, and Aimee laughed watching her. "But you seem to have such a way with kids," she said to Clint through her laughter.

"One kid. I don't need two, right now."

"I don't even want one, at least not right now, especially one that's twenty-five."

"What you need is a break and I have the perfect idea for you. My parents are picking Abigail up after lunch. I have to work early tomorrow morning, so they are having her spend the night, as opposed to me dropping her off before the sun comes up. Anyway, I have to do a walk through on this old house we're being contracted to remodel. You've mentioned how you want to take some pictures of old buildings. Why not come out and snap some shots, while I do my walk-through? You'll get your pictures, and I'll get some company."

Aimee thought about it a moment. She loved old buildings, especially abandoned houses. Usually there were things left inside that would make for some great photos. She toured one back in Gainesville and was able to sell the pictures almost immediately. They would probably go well at one of the art shows in the future. "Sounds like fun. When do you want to leave?"

"My parents are picking Abigail up at one, so how about right after that? It'll give you some daylight for your pictures, since there's no power in the building."

"Sounds great. Still leaves me time to lay out."

He just smiled at her as he laid back in his chair. "Great. Should be fun."

Aimee closed her eyes, her mind full of images of being alone in an abandoned building with Clint Asher. She already felt the tingling between her legs. If only he saw her the way her fantasies had him seeing her, she wouldn't be taking pictures at that building. Or they wouldn't be taking pictures of just the building. Maybe she could get a few shots with his shirt off to aid in her masturbation rituals at night. She'd never stop touching herself if that happened.

Aimee stared up at the pale blue sky and forced her legs not to touch each other. She could feel her breathing becoming heavier as the images passed through her mind only to settle in the slick passage of her sex. It was going to be a long afternoon of her thoughts torturing her.