SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

CHAPTER ONE ~ "TOO HARD ON HER"

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CHAPTER ONE~ " Too hard on her "

*JEN*
"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up on the kitchen bench, and pulling my knees up under my chin.
"Rileys party." Chase replies, not even looking up from his phone. "Can I come?" I ask, excited by the thought of actually having something to do with my Friday night.
"No!" Chase and Justin reply in sync, both shooting 'are you fucking crazy?!' looks my way.
"What the fuck?! Im fucking 16, nearly 17 now, this shit ain't fair!" I groan, throwing my arms up in the air.
"Watch your language!" Justin smirks, with his eyebrows raised.
I lower myself off the bench, and take a few steps towards Justin, getting right up in his face. He looks down at me, and takes a swig of his beer, never removing his eyes from mine.
"Fuck. You." I say in the most menacing tone I can muster.
I stare into his eyes, as he stares back into mine, another smirk playing on his lips. Neither of us wanting to back down.
I see something change deep within Justins eyes, a kind of softness coming through. It immediately reminds me of the time he held me throughout the night, when I was missing my dad like crazy.
~flashback~
"Its not fair Justin, every other person had their father there! I had no one!!" I scream, tears rushing down my cheeks.
"Why didn't you tell me Jen? I would've come with you." He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his chest.
I fight against his grasp, throwing punches into his chest, angry at the world. I never would understand why we deserved to have our father taken from us.
When I was 13, he was diagnosed with liver cancer. It was caught too late, and he died 6 weeks later. He was my best friend, and not a day goes by that it doesn't hurt like hell.
Justin doesn't pull away from the punches I'm throwing. In fact, he stands there and accepts every single angry punch I throw his way, before I'm absolutely exhausted, and melt into his warm embrace.
"Come on Jen, jump into bed." He says softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I don't understand." I sob into his chest, as he lifts me into his arms and walks towards the bed.
"I know Jen. None of us do." He replies, gently placing me beneath the covers of my double bed. He pulls the warm blankets over me, and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I close my eyes, sobs still taking over my body. I feel a shift on the bed, and my eyes dart open.
"Justin?" I ask quietly with a sniff.
"Yeah honey?" He asks, turning back towards me, already halfway across the room.
"Can you please stay?" I ask, the thought of being alone right now, was hell to me. I knew I wouldn't sleep at all, and I needed someone. Anyone.
"I don't think that's a good idea Jen..." Justin starts, scratching the back of his neck.
"I don't care. Please?" I beg.
He lets out a heavy sigh, before removing his shoes and climbing in next to me. Laying on his back, hands behind his head, he mumbles a soft goodnight. I continue to let my tears fall silently, until I feel a big hand start rubbing my back in comforting circles. I let out a half content sigh, before drifting into the darkness, filled with visions of my Dad and I.
The next morning, I awake in warm arms, my head resting on Justin's chest. My right leg is thrown over his waist, and his soft plump lips lay pressed against my forehead. His left hand is gripped high on my thigh, almost holding my ass.
I open my eyes slowly, and gently shift my head to look up at him. He lets out a deep groan, grabbing me tighter and pulling me closer to him, making a small smile appear on my face. Suddenly his eyes dart open, and he pushes me off, jumping out of the bed.
"What the fuck..." he says, grabbing at his hair, pulling it in every direction.
"Sorry..." I mumble softly, as my eyes slowly drift down his body, before noticing his morning glory making itself very much known in his grey sweatpants.
"Fuck!!" Justin groans, moving his hands to cover his hardness.
"It's uhh..." I try to get a sentence out, but can't.
Justin stands there, staring down at me with a frown, and I can't help but notice how beautiful he looks in that moment. His brown eyes, looking dazed and confused. His perfect pink lips, a little more plump than usual. My eyes slowly scan down his body again, before I realize I'm biting my lip.
"Jen!!" He whisper yells, a frown still present on his face.
"Don't do that...you can't do that!" He continues, one hand pulling at his hair once again, the other still trying to cover his hard cock.
"Oh..." I whisper, rolling over in my bed and facing away from him.
"I'm almost your brother Jen!" I hear him groan, almost as if it hurts him to say it.
"No you're not Justin." I reply simply.
I feel the bed compress a little, and move my eyes to see his face above me.
"You okay?" He whispers.
"Yup!" I reply, raising my eyebrows and popping the p.
"Um...are we okay?" He asks, a little more hesitant, and I'm surprised by how vulnerable he sounds in that moment.
I shift my eyes up to him again, and can't help the smile on my face.
"Yeah Jay, we're good."
He lets out a big breath, almost as though he'd been holding it in from the second he jumped from the bed.
He leans forward, and presses his soft lips against my forehead, almost longingly, before climbing off my bed and sneaking into the hallway.
That's when I was 15. He was 17.
~end flashback~
*JUSTIN*