“Well, hello to me," Karla said, as she stood in the open doorway taking in the scene before her.
Clint yanked his fingers from Aimee's p***y and did his best to stand in front of her, blocking her from her sister's view, as Aimee shrieked out her sister's name and hid behind him. “What are you doing here?" Aimee screamed.
“Not what you are, that's for sure," Karla said. “Haven't you heard of putting a sock or clothes hanger on the door to let me know you're having s*x in the living room?" Clint saw the devilish gleam in Karla's eyes and knew Aimee would not live this one down for quite a while.
“You should have texted," Aimee said, as she led Clint toward the hallway, staying behind him.
“I never had a need to before," Karla said. “Are you really hiding from me? We're twins, doofus.
