I recently watched ‘My Sisters Keeper’ for the second time and got inspired to create this imagine. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive but I’ve just had no drive to write. It usually comes and goes.
This happens all the time. I have these periods when I don’t want to write even though I have all these ideas, and then I have these periods when I just can’t wait to get home and start typing. But I’ll get back into it.
I really need to begin on my request’s though. I have so many but I just haven’t been bothered to finish. I KNOW! I’m terrible :( And lazy….
But anyways, lets get to this imagine.
Her eyes, dark, painful, and slowly fading of light, noticeably glared directly towards the glass of goodness in my hand. The liquid inside, dark and steaming with heat, sloshed about as my body stifled around, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for the girl eyeing it down.
“Want a sip?”
Without warning, Kennedy’s eyes trembled away from the cup gripped firmly between my fingers and right towards my face evident with amusement. The poor girl had become so embarrassed, her cheeks - once pale and scabby - seemingly flushed red as she hung her head low.
I chuckled “What?” Her reaction was rather odd.
“You know mom doesn’t like me drinking that stuff.” She frowned.
At the words, my eyes rolled back far behind my lids, a sigh of annoyance leaving my lips. My mother was becoming increasingly annoying with every day that passed by.
Ever since Kennedy was sadly diagnosed with Leukemia, my mother has made it her mission to restrict any foods that weren’t nutritional or just fatty in general. Everything was organic, everything was fresh and nothing was enjoyable.
You would think now that my sister is dying, she’d have a chance to enjoy the small things in life, but instead - it’s become her worst nightmare. And she’s been restricted to a strict, healthy diet.
“Oh C’mon Ken, It’s just a sip of wine.” I grinned. “Besides Mom Isn’t here to see anyways.”
But she still seemed unsure. And I sighed. “Kennedy, It’s not going to kill you. You’re allowed to drink.”
“I know.” She said. “But knowing mom, she’ll find out one way or another and then you’ll get in trouble. And I don’t want that.”
My eyes, just mere seconds ago hard and filled to the brim with annoyance, suddenly fell into one of sincere pain, a smile of sadness reaching the corners of my lips.
The girl in front me really didn’t deserve the pain and suffering she’s gone through. So innocent and young. Only eighteen for Gods sake! And If I could change anything, I would gladly reverse roles with her in a heart beat.
But here she was, slowly withering away on this hospital bed, glaring out the same window with no ability to physically get up. Multiple needles and hoses penetrated her body, all leading off onto some sourceful machine barely keeping her alive.
“Stop being so selfless Ken! You’re the one who should be sporting all the attention, not me. Just taste it.” My hand quickly extended out to her mouth and she eyed the glass cautiously.
“How do they even let you bring that in here?” She grimaced.
I smirked. “Twelve years of hospitals and talking to the same nurses everyday, I managed to pull some strings. It was true. It’d been twelve years since Kennedy was diagnosed which means twelve years seeing the nurses. They’ve come to like me after a while.
With one more glance my way, she slowly took the glass out of my hand and took a small sip, and I watched in amusement as her face twisted into one of delight.
“You like it?”
“It’s kind of weird.” She replied. “But yeah. It’s bitter.”
I chuckled. “Have more.”
And she did, all until we heard the click of a door and heard soft murmurs slowly beginning to drown the room. My hand immediately shot out towards Kennedy and her’s did the same, handing me the glass with a speed so quick we had managed to spill a bit amongst the floor.
I sat back, quickly trying to compose myself as Kennedy proceeded to swallow the wine and wipe her mouth of any evidence. Just in time as well, for then, my mom and Aunt Nat forward into the room.
“Hey girls.” Mom spoke with a quiet tone. “I’ve gotta go pick your brother up from school but Aunt Nat’ll be here. Be back soon.”
With a nod, we both mumbled a chorus of “Bye mom”s, and soon she was gone.
Aunt Nat smiled wide, strutting over to the couch besides me with a kick in her step. She wasn’t quite and Aunty to me - although she was the mother of my sister. She was merely only a few years older at 25 and almost like a second sister to us both.
Chill and layback - that was her style.
“What are y’all up to?” She smirked.
With a quick glance at Kennedy, her doing the same, we smiled cheekily to each other. “Nothing.” We both said.
“Nothing?” Nat smirked. “Well the wine on your bedsheets don’t say nothing but then again, neither do I.”
I smiled, of course she wouldn’t tell our mother. She always stuck up for us.
“Alright Girls.” Aunt Nat yelled with the clap of her hand. “It’s gossip time!”
And we chuckled. “What’s the news today?” She asked.
Glancing over at my sister, I watched with sluggish eyes as she shrugged her shoulders, grimacing slightly at the likely pain caused from the simple action. It made me sad to see such a small gesture hurt someone so undeserving but other then sad, I was feeling quite nervous.
Boy did I have some news, but I was not at all ready to share it.
“Y/N.” Nat spoke with a cautious tone, her voice questioning and suspicious. “Why are you nervous, hm?”
“Y/N?” Nat raised a brow.
“It probably has something to do with her boyfriend.” Kennedy smirked, throwing me a joyful face.
Aunt Nat grinned. “You mean that hottie of a superstar she managed to pick up? Girl you better start talking!”
I chuckled at the two wemon in front of me, shaking my head with disbelief at my crazy excuse of a prying family. “Oh jeez.” I muttered.
“You know, It’s probably nothing.” Kennedy shrugged, though I caught her sneakily sparing a glance in my direction. It was obvious she was trying to annoy me, or attempt to shame me enough into proving her wrong and spilling my news.
But it wasn’t working. Not this time.
“I mean, they’ve been going out for three months and the most they’ve done is swap spit.” She rolled her eyes.
Aunt Nat gasped. “Wait, you’re still a virgin?!”
Oh God. This is not going well. Once again, I stayed silent.
“Yep!” Kennedy smirked. “She’s a twenty one year old virgin, right Y/N?.”
It hadn’t bothered me much that she was making fun of me for it, and trying to get me to admit to the title. We did it often - her teasing me for having not popped my cherry yet. Though I don’t see what she was so snobby about, she hadn’t also.
Though this time, I said nothing. No joking along, no agreeing. Just silence and an innocent glance at the ground.
Kennedy’s smile dropped. “Right Y/N?”
“Why aren’t you agreeing?” She frowned.
“Wait!” Nat suddenly yelled. “Wait-wait-wait just a second!” She sang. “I know that look anywhere! It’s the same look I gave your mom years ago! Your not a virgin anymore!”
My eyes widened. How did she-?
“Oh my GOD Y/n! When?” She continued.
A slow but evident blush began creeping up my face, and with a shy and nervous gulp, I answered. “Last night.”
Kennedy gasped. “And you didn’t tell me?!”
“Tell us what happened!” Aunt nat yelled with excitment, I cringed. “No.” I exasperatedly replied. “I’m not telling you about my sex life.”
But this time, it was Kennedy who spoke. “Please Y/N.” She begged. “I’m probably never gonna be able to experience it for myself. At least tell me what it’s like.”
Ugh! Shes so good at guilt tripping! Damn her …
I was hesitant, all soughts of thoughts passing through my mind. Should I? “Ugh, fine. Only for you.”
Aunt Nat squealed “Give us all the details! How long was he?”
At the thought my eyes widened. “Oh my god.” I sighed to myself. “H-He was… Wow. I didn’t think he was that big.” I answered. As representation, I raised my arms and spread my hands around 7 inches apart. “It was like - this big and-”
But Nat frantically shook her head and interrupted. “No Boo, I meant how long did he last. Not that. TMI.” She cringed.
I blushed. “Oh.” Then chuckled nervously. “Right, yeah - well. He lasted a pretty decent amount of time actually. I couldn’t keep up. I mean, I came first the first time. Then he came the second time. Then it was him again, then me-”
“There was more then one round?!” Nat gasped.
“Shit! Good looking and lasts in bed? Get you a man that can do both.” She laughed.
“Alright ‘nough dirty stuff.” Kennedy shook her head with a chuckle. “Tell us - how was it?”
And that’s when I finally allowed myself to relax. Reminiscing on all the events of last night and the heavenly feelings Justin brought me. His touch, his body, everything was just so amazingly perfect.
So sensual and gentle, but all to my desires. He made me feel like a queen - like I deserved every bit of love he had for me. And he showed me all that love last night in the many, many rounds of sex we encountered.
I had never thought such a simple and casual thing could ever feel so amazing and desirable. Maybe is was just a result of my first, but I doubt that much desire and love for the man I had wouldn’t have an effect on the pleasure he brought.
“It was the best night of my life. He was so gentle. So loving. Everything was so perfect and Oh Jesus, it was the best feeling I’d ever had.”
I smiled at the memories “He surprised me with dinner then took me to a hotel afterwards. He got the staff to set the mood and asked me if I wanted to. And that if I didn’t he wouldn’t mind just cuddling with me. But I’m so happy I said yes. Everything was amazing. He made sure it was just how I liked it - my own pace.”
“J-Justin.” it escaped so breathy, so low and so lovingly. He lay on top of me, supported by nothing by his elbows on either side of my face. The pressure between my legs was becoming increasingly more painful the more he slid in, and I really couldn’t withhold the small whimper of pain which escaped.
“Baby is it hurting? Shit I’m sorry - should I stop?” He frantically questioned.
My eyes widened, and I said all too fast. “No! No no, i’m fine. Don’t stop. I like it.”
“Yes.” I nodded, and as assurance, I placed my hands against his bare back, gripping his skin to pull him further forwards. With a nod he was continuing his journey inside me.
Sliding against my wetness with a strained face full of pleasure.
“Fuck Justin baby your so big.” I groaned. It was either that or I really wasn’t used to this. Maybe both.
“Shit baby girl, you’re so tight.” He groaned.
My eyes shot open in worry “Is that a bad thing?” I trembled.
At my expression he was quick to shake his head. “No no baby, It’s good. It means more work and more pleasure. For me and you.” One hand was sent to stroke against my face, which I couldnt’ help but lean into.
I hadn’t realised but he was now fully inside me, sitting firmly in position. But I wasn’t satisfied yet. I wanted more. “I’m ready.”
“Yes Justin. Move please baby!”
And at this, he smirked. “Your wish is my command.” With a chaste kiss on my lips, he slowly began to pull out, only to begin sliding back in. Then again, and again.
What was this feeling? And why did it feel so good?
“Shit.” Aunt Nat sighed. “I want a Justin.”
“I want to meet him.” Kennedy sighed. “When can I?”
“I already told you babe, Justin’s a busy man. He’ll come when he’s free but i wouldn’t hope too soon. I doubt his free for a while.”
“Wouldn’t be too sure.”
The voice had us all spinning in our seats, eyes wide with shock. He was here. He was really here.
“Oh my god!” Kennedy gasped. “I-It’s you!”
“Of course.” Justin smiled. With a few steps, he was standing directly besides Kennedy’s bed, placing a small but sweet kiss against her dry forehead with a smile. “Aren’t you just beautiful.”
Kennedy blushed. “Not really.”
“What do you mean not really? You’re absolutely stunning! From a distance I thought you were a model and I was like to myself ‘Who is that? What runway show have I seen her from?’ but when I got closer I realised that It was just my beautiful girlfriend’s beautiful sister.”
She smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile as well. He was amazing at this.
Thats when a sudden voice was heard from besides, nearly shocking me to the after life, right out of my state of entrancement amongst my boyfriend.
“You picked a good one.” Aunt Nat whispered.
“I did, didn’t I?”
“he’s a real gentleman.”
“In my books, if a man can my sister smile then he’s a keeper.” I stated.
Aunt Nat smiled. “Well, guess he’s a keeper then.”
Yes. I guess he is.