SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 50 ~ "Dirty little school girl."

JUSTIN

Mondays. I fucking hate them with a passion.
We had a big weekend. Drinking, smoking, fucking, fighting.
The thing I hate most is that we now have to go back to the horrible weekly routine.
A routine that consists of not seeing Jen between the hours of 8am and 6pm. I hate it.

I feel emotionally and physically drained walking downstairs, and wonder what kind of mood Jen will be in.
I didn't mean to speak to her like shit and I definitely didn't mean to downplay how fucking incredible her mouth had been.

She's in the kitchen, perched on a stool and eating scrambled eggs.
Her school skirt rides up her long tan legs a few more inches than normal. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone, giving me a little peak at her cranberry colored lace bra. Her tiny vest is sitting tight around her breasts, pulling them together nicely. Her hair falls down in beautiful chocolate waves, her fringe falling over her eyes slightly.
To top it all off, her white knee high socks are pulled a little higher than normal, coming up above her knees.

Standing before me is the picture of every single boys/mans wet dream, and fuck me, she's all mine!
I stare for a moment, wondering how in the hell I've ever let her leave the house looking like this.
"Morning." She says, a hint of a smile in her tone.
I drag my eyes up her body slowly, stopping when I get to her face, her beautiful cheeks blushing a pretty rose color.
Oh shit, and she's wearing my geek glasses.
"Fuck!"
Jens eyes scan down my body, and I watch her raise an eyebrow when she sees the tent at my crotch.
"You're...you..." I stutter, running my greedy eyes over her again.
"Can you take a day off school?" I finally ask, my hands grasping at my hair in desperation.
I have to have her. I'm not sure I can wait.
"No can do Bieber! I have an exam."
"Fuck the exam!" I try, although I don't really mean it.
She giggles. She fucking giggles!
"Don't do that." I groan, shaking my head.
"Do what?" She asks, walking over to the sink and rinsing her bowl.
"You're dressed in a goddamn school uniform, looking sexy as fuck, and you have the fucking nerve to...giggle?!"
She shrugs a little. "Are you eating? 'Cos I really can't be late today babe." She says, bending over to pick up her backpack from the floor.
"Yeah, just lay back on the bench and hitch that skirt up just a little more, I'm fucking hungry!" I smirk, walking up behind her.
I wrap my arms around her waist and try and pry her backpack from her hand.
I dig my semi into her lower back and nuzzle against her neck.
She smells so fucking good.
As though someone has caressed her body with a vanilla bean, tempting me to force her up against the wall.
"Come on J, we gotta go!" She replies, not even feeding into my games.
I look at the time real quick and realize we don't even have ten minutes to spare.
"Just once." I whisper, running my nose up the side of her neck and inhaling her sweetness. "I'll be real quick."
"No!" She states firmly, and even though I can hear the smile in her voice, I know she's serious.
"What the fuck is this anyway? You tryin' to make me jealous babygirl?" I ask, bringing my hands up her waist, over her tummy and to her breasts.
After giving them a quick squeeze, loving how they feel within my hands, I do the top two buttons of her shirt up.
I undo her vest next, only to do it up on a looser button so that her perfect curves aren't on clear display for anyone else.
Bringing my hands back down her waist slowly, I tug at the hem of her skirt, pulling it further down her hips so that it's covering more of her smooth legs.
I then run my hands down the backs on her thighs and drop to my knees.
My thumbs brush against the flesh just beneath her ass cheeks, and I'm tempted to dive down and eat her from behind. Her intoxicating scent makes a needy groan escape, and I quickly regret peeking up her skirt.
Her cranberry colored lace boy shorts literally make me drool.
I fold Jens socks down so they're sitting below her knees, then sit back on my heels and let out a heavy sigh.
She turns around in front of me, looks down and raises her eyebrows.
She looks pissed at the adjustments I've made.
Without a word, she throws her backpack on and walks out the front door.
I quickly grab my own things and meet her at the car.