Too Close for Comfort • jdb ( #wattys2016 )

(4) Geeks, Gods & Hannah Montana

(4) Geeks, Gods & Hannah Montana

Mary

For a second, I don't know how to react. I just stand there, taking in the breathtaking sight in front of me.

Because that's what Justin Bieber's body is..breathtaking.

His muscles are sculpted like those of Greek gods, and coated with tattoos that resemble the artwork of the Sistine Chapel.

He's absolutely magnificent.

And his penis..oh my god his penis.

Don't even get me started on the size. I won't get into full detail, but just imagine the biggest penis you can think of, than add a couple inches.

Well that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but regardless that shit is huge.

But my momentary moment of sexual bliss is broken when my eyes travel up to his face and see him staring at me as well, and it dawns on me that
I'M NAKED TOO!!!!

So than I scream, and do my best to cover my naked breasts with my long arms.

Hearing me scream triggers him to scream too. band wagon.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?!" I screech, making him jump a little.

"The main shower is being retiled!" He defends equally as loud.

"Who the fuck showers without the water on?!" I ask in disbelief.

"Well excuse me for trying to save water!" He gets out finally and makes his way out, bumping into my shoulder slightly.

He didn't even bring a towel. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

Justin

I hear the door slam shut behind me as I pad my way out of Mary's spacious room. Damn that girl. She always has to make me so angry.

She can be such a bitch sometimes.

A sexy bitch that is.

Cause damn was that girl sexy. I couldn't get the image of her naked body out of my head. Her perfect perky breasts, her beautiful smooth skin, those legs. Damn those legs. They could go on for like, miles.

My mind gets lost in the feeling of curiosity of having them wrapped around my neck or my waist, or being able to kiss every single inch of them.

Eww, snap out of it Justin. This is your stepsister you're fantasizing about. The same stepsister that you've known for less than a week. The same stepsister who's annoying and you haven't done anything but fight with. Besides, you have Delilah. So get a grip, bro.

I decide to go down to the gym to clear my head of all of these nasty thoughts. I put on a pair of grey sweatpants, not even bothering to put on a shirt considering the gym is right downstairs. Thank the lord for fancy apartment buildings.

Little do a lot of people know, when I was in rehab, exercise and music were the only things that got my mind off doing coke.

That and Delilah, of course.
Oh, my Delilah. I love her so much.

Yeah, that's why you were just imagining dirty things about your stepsister, right perv?

I shake my annoying thoughts away as I grab my towel and make my way to the private elevator, hearing the running water from her shower.