SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 28 ~ "I'm so fùckin' sore J!"

JEN

I let out a massive stretch, as my eyes snap open, my body in absolute agony. Where'd Justin go?
I slowly pull his sweatpants and shirt on, pulling the cord of the pants as tight as possible.
Walking down the hall, I take the first step down the stairs, and almost cry out in pain.
Suddenly Justin appears at the bottom of the steps.
"Morning baby...are you okay?" He frowns, walking up towards me.
"I can't fucking move Justin...what have you done to me?!" I scold, angrily.
He lets out a little chuckle, before pecking my lips softly. "I fucked you good baby!" He grins proudly.
"I'm so fuckin' sore though J..." I groan.
"Naw baby, I'm sorry. I'll give you a massage tonight! What hurts?"
"Everything! My legs, my arms...fuck J... that was fucking insane..." I state, wide eyed, watching his proud grin appear again.
He wraps his arms around me before slowly descending down the stairs. He plants a long soft kiss against my lips, before placing me on the bench.
"I'm hungry." I moan, rubbing my eyes.
"So you should be baby, its 1pm..." he replies, parting my legs gently and stepping between them.
"What?! Why'd you let me sleep that long?! Half the fucking day is gone now...you should have woken me up!" I growl.
"I tried baby...I fucked you right into a coma!" He smirks, his hands running up and down my thighs ever so softly. "Ran through the koochie almost pulled a hammy..." he goes on to sing, a line from 'Naked', Kevin McCall & Big Sean.
"Get over yourself Bieber, it wasn't even that good!" I smirk, running a hand through his hair.
"Get fucked! That's why Chase abused me this morning?!" He responds, with his eyebrows raised.
"What?" I ask, frowning back at him.
"Yeah...apparently your screams woke the whole neighbourhood...somehow that's my fault..." shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"I wasn't that loud was I?" I whisper in horror.
"Fuck baby...you were crazy! At least the neighbours know my name! They know I give it to my girl right!" He nods once, that proud smirk on his face again.
"What're we gon' do today Biebz?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"First, I'mma feed your hungry ass..." He smiles.
"How are we talkin' here though? If you're talking dirty, I don't want any part in it..." I state, pushing him away, all my muscles clenching in pain at the thought of it.
"No baby girl, I wasn't being dirty..." he smiles, stepping his way back in between my legs, looking a little offended.
"You're gonna cook?" I ask, frowning.
"Yeah...I'ma make you pancakes..." he grins.
"Shit...now I'm going to be sore AND vomiting..." I tease.
"Fuck you baby...I can handle it..." he laughs.
I smile down at him before kissing him gently, running my hands down his chest.
When he pulls away, his breathing is shaky, and his eyes are still closed.
"Fuck baby...that feeling...shit...I swear to god, them fuckin' butterflies..." he ends his nonsense filled sentence with a heavy groan, squeezing my thighs in his hands, and finally opening his eyes.
"So fucking beautiful!" He whispers, moving his hands to my face.
"You are!" I smile, pulling his shirt to get him closer to me.
"Stop...I gotta cook for you, and you've done it again, and now...fuck baby..." he groans, his head falling onto my shoulder.
"What have I done now?" I sigh. I get the blame for everything!
He takes a step back, and holds his arms out wide to the side.
"Oh..." I whisper, noticing his hard cock held tight and solid within his pants.
"Yeah...oh!" He laughs, his hand disappearing down his pants to adjust himself, pulling it up into the waistband of his boxers.
I watch on with a smile.
"This shit used to be a lot easier to hide when I was younger..." he groans, trying to cover it with his shirt now.
I let out a little giggle, before asking "how...how long have you been having to hide that for?"
"For you? Fuck baby...I'll never tell. Way too fuckin' long." He replies, walking to the fridge.
I watch as he stands there staring into the fridge, not moving.
"What're you doing?" I giggle.
He peeks out at me from behind the door, running his hand through his hair.
"Waiting for you to offer to make pancakes, 'cos I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!"
I let out a laugh before slowly lowering myself off the bench, wincing in pain.
Squeezing in front of him, his hands immediately disappear into the pockets of his pants I'm wearing.
"Watch them fingers Justin..." I mumble, reaching for the milk.
"But you're too irresistible baby..." he groans into my ear, before kissing down my neck.
"Step away Bieber...I swear, if I wasn't so sore, I'd beat the shit out of you right now..."