Chapter 12 - Sibling Rivalry

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