SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 52 ~ "You need to move on."

JUSTIN

"Get in the fucking car Justin!" Ryan growls at me, as I stand watching the ambulance pull out of the driveway.
I turn slowly and shake my head at him.
"What the fuck bro, get in the fucking car!" He tries again.
"I'm not coming."
"You what?!" He's yelling now.
Ryan doesn't yell. He's pissed, but he has no idea what's going on.
I look to the ground and shove my hands into the pockets of my grey sweatpants.
"She cheated on me bro." I whisper, looking up at him again.
The words that have just come out of my own mouth hit me like an eighteen wheeler truck. My heart plummets down into my stomach, everything becoming so much more real now.
"You know she wouldn't do that Jus-"
"I never thought she would...but there's a photo." I say, stopping him from making it hurt even more.

If there wasn't a photo, there's no way I'd believe it. Does that make me stupid?! Well, yeah...now that I've seen something I never thought possible, maybe it does.

He's frowning back at me.
He looks down the street in the direction the ambulance disappeared, sirens now fading into the distance. He looks into the car, then back at me.
He's fighting his own battle. Stay or go?! Despite everything, I can't stand the thought of Jen being alone.
"Go man, I'll call Chase and tell him to meet you...ah shit, my phone is fucked."
"I'll call him..." he says, hesitating for a moment.
"I didn't hit her Ry, I know that's what you're thinking...I didn't even mean to push her...I didn't mean whatever that was...fuck man...what...I don't know..." I stumble over my words. "Fuck...what just happened?!" I mumble, holding my head in my hands, realizing its pounding.
"It'll be okay Justin." Ryan says, walking towards me.
"She..." I catch his eye and then I break. "She fucking cheated on me bro. There's a photo of Jason and her...his hand is up her dress...I didn't...what did I do wrong? Why would she...it was perfect! At least for me it was..."
Ryan pulls me into his arms and I sob into his shoulder. I cry like I've never cried before, and he lets me.
I don't care how much of a pussy I look in this moment. I couldn't give a fuck.
My life is over anyway.
She's gone.
She fucked up.
She fucked up absolute perfection.
"Come on bro, get in the car, it'll all work out."

*4 MONTHS LATER*

I close my eyes, grab hold of her hair and force her further down my length.
"Suck harder..." I groan, just wanting to cum already.
I may as well have not wasted my breath, she doesn't listen as per usual.
I nudge her off of me after another couple of minutes, wanting to take care of it myself.
Its just not the same as it used to be.
"Fuck..." I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

She's there.

She's kneeling right there in front of me, blowing her hot breath over my tip before sinking back down.
I throw my head back.
"Fuck yes, just like that!"
Her eyes open, those beautiful innocent eyes. They're looking up at me as though I'm the only person in the world. Her eyes filled with adoration, lust and love. Fuck, she's so beautiful.
"Don't stop...it's so fucking perfect!"
I cum with a loud groan, sitting up slightly before falling back down to the bed, and squeezing the last of it from my tip.
I don't want to open my eyes.
She's still there, she's cleaning me up now, drinking me in. She starts by running her tongue up the centre of my palm, and then she takes every finger of my left hand into her mouth, one at a time.
Her beautiful eyes never leave mine. She kisses her way over the V of my hips, collecting every drop of cum on her way. She glides her tongue over my belly button, then dips into it just in case she's missed some. She kisses her way up to my neck and I tilt my head back to give her some more room. I reach down to grab her ass, pulling her up and right above me. I lift my head a little and run my tongue over her soft folds before dipping the tip of my tongue...

"I don't understand why you do that every time. I'm fully capable of getting you off Justin, you're just impatient."
I'm sick of this conversation before it's even started, and I'm angry that she's pulled me from my little daydream. I open my eyes, but I don't look at her.
"I'm tired Mia, I just want to go to sleep." I reply, reaching for the towel beside the bed to clean up the mess.
If only she was here, she'd love cleaning it off.
"I just...I mean, wouldn't you like it in my mouth or something?" She asks, fidgeting with the blankets.
"Nah...I'm not really into that sort of shit..." I lie, tugging the blankets and laying back down.
I should have taught her properly from the start...I wonder whether it would have made a difference though. I've always told her that I close my eyes because it feels so good...she has no idea I close my eyes to catch a quick glimpse of Jen, just so I'm capable of even getting off.