PERVY FANTASIES PRESENTS:
BEWITCHED: THE SWEETEST TABOO
(Dedicated to my Lindzy Pooh)
I Own Twilight, At Least The Books and the Movie. The Rest Of The Credit Goes to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1: In The Beginning
"In the beginning, God made the Heavens and the Earth. Then He made Hell for assholes like me who repeatedly fuck up so much it's unforgivable."—Edward A. Masen
I'm going to hell on a one-way, first class ticket flight. When I get there a red carpet will roll out and the devil will be waiting with his arms spread wide welcoming me to the bottomless, fiery pits. I'm going to have a room next to Saddam Hussein, Jeffrey fucking Dahmer, Ted Bundy, and Osama Bin Laden, whenever the government stops making bargains with him and kills his ass. I'm doomed for eternity. I have to be for thinking the way I do about her. She's my little sister so it's kind of illegal to be harboring the feelings I have for her.
Five years ago, my mom, Elizabeth Palmer Masen, married her dad, Police Chief Charlie Swan. I kept my name Edward Anthony Masen cuz there's just no way in hell I even wanted the last name of some damn bird. The good ole Chief there used to be long time best friends with my dad, Edward Sr., since I was five. One day I overheard my dad telling my mom that Charlie had a two-year old daughter named Isabella at the time, but his crazed wife took off with the kid when she was a toddler.
Ever since then Charlie lived and stayed alone, only seeing his kid every now and then. The year I turned fourteen, my dad got pneumonia from Forks' fucked up weather and didn't pull through. At the hospital, the night before he passed away, my father told Charlie to watch over and take care of 'his Elizabeth and Edward Jr'. Charlie held my old man's hand and promised him he would do just that.
Since that night Charlie lived up to my father's dying request. Every day after the funeral Charlie came over to check on my mother and me, having dinner with us and making sure we were okay. Months later you could say he pretty much moved in with us, he was over at our house so much. I thought he was a decent guy…until the day he asked my mother to marry him.
"I know I don't have much, Beth. I may not be able to provide for you financially like Edward did, but I promise I'll take care of you and little Edward the best way I know how. I'll spend the rest of my life protecting both of you and loving you the way a man is supposed to love a woman," he'd said.
When I heard that half-assed proposal, I had a fit. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He was supposed to be my father's best friend for crying out loud! We didn't need him to take care of us. My dad left us millions so we were straight on the financial end. As for love? Screw that shit. Charlie's lonely ass just wanted to sleep with my mother and try to replace my father.
My mother only ever loved my father—she'd never love another man that way. And, of course, she had me.
After saying all of that to him I felt more than justified in my feelings. "So fuck off, Chief Swan. We don't need your bullshit hospitality. You can try all you want. My mother will never marry you!"
Oh how wrong I was.
That night, my mother read me back and forth telling me how ungrateful I was. "Charlie's done nothing but take care of us since your father died! How dare you chastise him for doing what your father wanted him to do?"
"I was there!" I spat. "He asked him to watch over us, not make us his new family! Tell you what, Chief Swan. Why don't you leave our family alone and go find the one who took off on you,"
A hurt look covered Charlie's face and I immediately felt bad for what I said. I knew the topic of his previous family was a sensitive one for him. It's not like I wanted to hurt him, but he did the same to me by asking my mother to marry him.
My mother, in her fragile state, continued. "What do you want me to do, Edward, stay alone for the rest of my life? Son, I can't do that! Charlie is a good man. He gets you whatever you want when you ask him for it. He even lets you drive his car sometimes for driving lessons. Charlie's been very good to you and he's been very good to me.
"I know you love your father, Edward. Believe me, I do. And I will always love him. Charlie's not trying to replace your dad, my late husband, but he loves me, baby. Over these past six months, I've learned to love him the same way."
My eyes filled with burning tears at my mother's admission. "So you're going to marry him then?"
"Not at this second, no. But one day soon, I would very much like to."
I went off on both of them and left the house. Three hours and four police cruisers later, Charlie found me and brought me back home. From there we had a long talk and came to an understanding. He gave me the option of telling him when I thought it would be an appropriate time for him to marry my mother. He said he wouldn't do it without my 'blessings'. I shook on it with him, agreeing only with one conclusion in mind: he'd never get my blessings to marry her. Ever.
Well, 'Ever' got thrown out the window the moment I saw how joyful Charlie made my mother. I never noticed it before…or I never wanted to notice. When my dad first passed, my mother had a hard time dealing with his death. She stopped smiling and she never left the house. She only cooked to feed me, never really eating herself. She spoke only when spoken to.
However, with Charlie coming around so often, she changed…for the better. Her eyes held a sparkle in them the way they did when she was with my father. Her pastel face began to glow again. She started attending to her garden once more. The moment I heard her laugh like she used to, a sense of elation washed over me. Charlie made her blissful.
She was happy.
So when I turned fifteen, I let go of most of the hatred I held for both Charlie and my mother and gave him my blessings to cross the threshold with her. He could never be my dad, but if he made my mother happy, that was okay with me.
"Edward, you don't know how much it means for me to hear you say that. I never thought you would come around." Charlie said.
"I didn't plan on it." I revealed to him.
Weeks later they were married.
I still wasn't satisfied with it, but some things I learned I just had no control over. Like the day I found a thirteen year-old Isabella Swan a year later standing at our door with suitcases surrounding her quivering frame in the cold and rain. My mom dragged her inside, asking me to grab her suitcases. Calling Charlie home, my mom and I tended to the girl and waited until he walked through the door. He took one look at his daughter sitting in front of the fireplace wrapped in a bath towel and ran over to her.
"Bella? Bella, honey what are you doing here?" He began looking around. "Where's your mom, is she here?"
Without answering, the young girl threw her small frame around Charlie's body.
"We found her like this." My mother responded for the little girl.
"What do you mean you found her like this?" he asked furiously.
I responded, "She rang the doorbell, I answered it, and there she was all wet and shaking. We've tried talking to her but she won't say anything."
Quite suddenly, the little girl with the short brown curly hair spoke out loud. I was surprised that she even knew how to talk.
"They don't know I left," she said. "I don't want to live with momma and her new husband anymore. He looks at me funny and makes me feel very uncomfortable."
I wasn't a genius or anything but even I knew what that meant. Charlie did, too, and he was outraged. He pulled back from his daughter, looking her square in the eyes and asked, "Has he touched you?"
"No, but I didn't want to give him that chance, either. I tried telling momma but she doesn't listen to me anymore. Don't make me go back there, daddy. Can I stay with you? Please?"
She wrapped herself around her father again, holding him tightly. Charlie looked to me and then my mother. They communicated silently through looks before Charlie pulled his daughter back and answered her. "Of course you can, baby. You don't have to go back there ever again." Then Charlie turned to my mother. "Can you help Bella get showered and changed into something dry? I need to make a phone call real quick."
My mom said nothing as she took Bella's hand and led her upstairs to the shower. Charlie had me take the suitcases up to one of the spare rooms so he could make his phone call. As I headed back downstairs, I heard Charlie yelling all types of obscenities in the phone to what must have been Bella's mother.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW SHE LEFT THE GODDAMN STATE OF ARIZONA?...She told me th …WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?…I DON'T CARE IF HE DIDN'T TOUCH HER!...LYING? WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE LIE ABOUT THAT? …. YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT, RENEE, YOU KNOW THAT?...YEAH, WELL YOU STAY WITH HIM THEN. IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON THE SON OF A BITCH, HE'S DEAD. YOU HEAR ME? DEAD!...IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I EVER SEND HER BACK THERE WHILE YOU'RE STILL WITH HIM...FINE THEN! SEND ME ALL OF HER MEDICAL RECORDS…NO, FUCK YOU!"
With that he slammed down the phone. Before that, I'd never heard Charlie go off on anybody that way. I didn't know the Chief had it in him to get so livid. Normally, Charlie was a pretty calm, expressionless guy. Who knew he'd care so much about a kid he'd never really seen?
My mother brought Bella back downstairs in dry clothes and started dinner. While we waited, I sat on the living room couch and watched television. Bella sat with her legs tucked Indian style across from me, but she wasn't watching television; she was watching me. For long periods of time, she'd just stare at me like some weird little freak. After watching half a sitcom, the shit started to aggravate the hell out of me. When I finally turned to look at her, she didn't even break her stare.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked in an irritated tone.
"Because I want to," She simply answered.
"You're pretty fucking weird, you know."
"So I've been told." She smirked at me. Actually sat there and used one of my moves!
I fully turned my body in her direction and spoke. "Look, since we're sitting here getting all acquainted and shit, let me run a few things by you. Don't go into my room when I'm not home. Do NOT wear my clothes or borrow my CDs—pretty much don't mess with any fucking thing that doesn't belong to you. You got that?"
Still she stared at me. Instead of answering right away, Bella did something I wasn't expecting.
She stuck up her middle finger at me.
As I resisted the urge to go off on this little intruder, my mom called us in for dinner. Sitting across from me, Baby Bird ate her dinner with her eyes transfixed on me. I was really starting to not like this girl. When I ignored her, she would purposely kick the shit out of my shin under the table. Every time I looked up at her with rage, she'd be smiling all nutty at me after sucking spaghetti noodles in her mouth.
That night after dinner, I went to my room to lie down and listen to music on my iPod. While I was absentmindedly crooning out my favorite songs, someone snatched my earplugs out of my ear. My eyes snapped open to see Baby Bird leaning over me.
"The hell? I thought I told you not to come into my room." I snatched the headphones from her.
"Noooo," she sang, "You said not to come in here if you weren't here. You're here now so that means I can come in."
"Okay, let me rephrase myself so you'll understand." I sat up but the stupid girl didn't have the sense to move out of the way and we bumped heads. "Ow! Why didn't you move?"
She ignored the question, instead asking, "How old are you?"
Rubbing my head, I answered,"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm sixteen."
"Why do you have CDs when you wear an iPod?"
"Because that's where I get my music from, silly."
"I know that. But why do you keep them if all of your music is downloaded on your iPod?"
"Because I want to," I repeated her answer from earlier.
Bella just rolled her eyes at me. Then, sans my permission, she made herself comfortable on my bed.
"I heard what happened to your dad," she said. "Is that why you went and stole mine?"
The nerve of this kid!
I could feel myself becoming unwound. "First off, I didn't steal shit. Your dad barged his way into my family, not the other way around."
"Well, I'm sorry your dad passed away, but Charlie's my dad and I am his kid. His only kid. Got that?"
"Whatever. You can have your old man. Secondly, back to rephrasing myself—you can't come in my room when I'm not home OR when I am. You got that?"
Surprisingly, she nodded.
"Good then." I said. "Get out."
And that's how this whole dilemma started with my stepsister, Isabella Marie Swan.
She never listened to me. No, she didn't dare come into my room when I was home but, as soon as I returned from being out, she'd either be sitting in my room messing with my stuff or she'd be sitting on my bed waiting for me. There were plenty of times I had to go into her room and take back everything she stole from me: my books, the CDs I told her not to take, my iPod, my laptop, etc.
She was very annoying!
Still. There was something that fascinated me about the young girl with short, dark curly hair and big brown saucer eyes. Bella was skinny even though she ate like a pig. Her lips were too big, she was damn near flat-chested, and she had no ass. She always gawked at me funny as if she knew some damn secret that I didn't. She'd follow me everywhere I went.
When I got my first car, Bella didn't even ask for a ride. She just hopped in the passenger seat, buckled the belt, and shouted, "Let's go!" as if I invited her to take a ride with me in the first place.
She'd say shit all the time that made me question her mental health. Maybe she got the craziness from her mother…I don't know. But what I did know was this. Bella Swan had a hold on me, one I couldn't for the life of me fathom. It frustrated the hell out of me.
And I resented her for it.
See the thing is, during the two years I lived at home with Bella, I've always felt a magnetic pull to her. She would draw me into her world without even attempting to do so. There was a sudden need to watch over and protect her when she was out with me. When I was with her, she made me feel things that no other person could. I didn't even want to have her around me but when she wasn't with me, I'd suddenly miss her maniacal, neurotic behavior.
She made me care about her when I wanted to dislike her...and I couldn't for the life of me comprehend how a young girl I barely knew had unknowingly seized so much power over me.
It occurred to me one day that maybe Bella was one of those kids who studied witchcraft or voodoo. If that was the case, then that would explain a lot of what I was experiencing when she was around me. Maybe she bewitched me. One day, while she was out with her friends, I rummaged through her room searching for evidence —spell books, tarot cards, a chicken foot, a hidden cauldron, black makeup or weird jewelry—anything that resembled some form of my suspicions. As always, I'd leave my search empty-handed. There was no proof she did any of those things.
So if that wasn't it then what could explain the shit I felt for her?
My unwillingness to collaborate with what I was feeling led to me constantly torturing the hell out of Bella. I made fun of her skinny legs and her body's inability to commit to puberty. We'd get into these name calling banters that lasted forever. When she turned fifteen, the banters took on a whole new dimension and it would get very personal. She tried to verbally fight back with low blows on her own, but I'd always say something to humiliate her.
"Tiny Dick Prick"
"No Pussy Getting Asshole"
"Malnutrition Bi-Sexual Whore"
"You Herpes Carrying Son of a Bitch"
"You Non-Boyfriend Getting Suicidal Virgin"
Then her face would turn tremendously red, she'd cry, and then tell the parents about what I said to her. The girl would purposely do shit to get me in trouble. But that one night, she said something that brought out a new feeling in me, one which I wasn't at all familiar with. She came into my room furious after getting me into some serious lectures with the parents. Her eyes were red and her face was swollen from crying.
Then she snapped. "For your information, Edward, I can get any boy I want to be my boyfriend. A lot of boys like me at school."
"Oh yeah? Then why are you hanging with your little girlfriends all the time? They have boyfriends, yet you keep coming home all alone." I teased.
"Because boys my age are immature, that's why. Look at you. I've never seen you with a girlfriend. All you do is bring home nasty skanks to mess around with."
"Hey, I'm a guy. Guys need sex. I find girls who like to have sex and we fuck. Not that you would know anything about that."
She paused, her voice stuck in her throat. After a few seconds she said, "I'm not a virgin."
I didn't believe her. Not for one second. "You're lying."
She challenged me, retorting. "No, I'm not."
"There's no way a guy would touch you with a ten foot pole, let alone stick his dick in you."
"Well one did and he likes fucking me. He tells me I'm the best he's ever had."
I laughed at her. "And who is this mysterious guy you're claiming made you into a woman?"
She blurted, "Jacob Black."
Immediately, I stopped laughing. Jacob Black was no boy she made up. He was real and he liked Bella a great deal. I also knew he was seventeen, a year younger than me, and he had no business touching my sister. An undefined feeling stirred within me and, next thing I knew, I was angry as fuck.
I thought she didn't like him! She always turned down his advances when I'd overheard her gossiping with her friends, Alice and Rosalie.
Then she goes and sleeps with him?
I didn't want to believe her and I yelled, "You're a goddamn liar!"
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Fuck no I don't believe you! You shouldn't lie on people like that. Lying gets people hurt, Bella."
"Well if I'm lying so much, then how do you explain these?" Bella then pulled her shirt down low enough to reveal two hickeys plastered on both hills of her small breast. One minute I was sitting in utter disbelief. The next minute, I was shooting out the door and in my car looking for Jacob Black. Speeding down the street toward the reservation, deranged thoughts of what I was going to do to Jacob when I got my hands on him blurred my vision. All I saw was red.
I'm going to kill that motherfucker! When I'm done with him, he'll wish he was never born! I cannot believe she let him take her virtue! She's fifteen fucking years old! He's too old for her!
Who the fuck does Jacob Black think he is putting his hands on what's mine? Bella belongs to me and he has no fucking right to touch her!
I slowed my car, pulled over to the side of the road and reflected on the emotions that just passed through me.
Pause. Rewind. Play.
What in the fuck was that? I mean…What the fuck was that?
Seriously, I was just driving down the street to go kill a guy over sleeping with my sister. My sister! The sensations that riled me up were possessive and demanding like—like some jealous…
No way. Nooo way!
I'm not her boyfriend; I'm her damn brother!
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I turned the car around and headed back home, my head filled with questions.
Isn't that normal? Aren't brothers supposed to be pissed about some guy having sex with his sister? Wasn't I supposed to feel like she belonged to me just like my mom belonged to me?
Then I thought about the markings I saw on the mounds of her chest, imagined Jacob putting them there, and I was enraged again.
She is Mine! I'm the only one with permission to do that, not him! Not any guy! Me!
Holy Fuck Christ!
Houston, we have a problem, a BIG fucking problem.
I pulled into the driveway of our home and sat in my car.
Think, Edward. THINK!
I didn't like Bella. She was a brat! An annoying little shit that used her big fucking mouth to work my damn nerves every chance she got.
What she should be doing is using her mouth to work other parts of me…
The fuck? You've got to be fucking kidding me!
Those big juicy lips going back and forth on my—
"STOP!" I screamed aloud, grabbing my hair in disturbance.
Where is this coming from?
A loud knock on my window startled me. I looked to up to see Bella staring down at me with worry in her eyes. I cracked the door open, making her back up enough for me to get out of the car.
"You didn't do anything to him, did you?" she asked me, distress dripping in her voice.
"No, I didn't do anything to your boy toy."
"But that's where you went, right?"
"Yes, that's where I was going." I said.
She stood silently looking deep into my eyes like she always does. I gazed back at her, wondering what could be going through that pretty little head of hers.
Jesus. I just called her pretty.
Well, she is pretty.
God, help me.
I couldn't help it and my eyes strayed down to her chest and the marks that I knew were underneath her sweater.
How could she let him mark my property?
No! She is NOT mine.
"I'm sorry for making you so upset." She spoke in a small voice. Then she wrapped her arms around me to hug me. Bella never hugged me. Now that I think about it, we'd never hugged each other before that moment.
I wondered why that was.
Slipping my arms around her, I returned the gesture. For the first time since we became brother and sister, I was hugging Bella. And it felt right.
My nose buried into her hair, absorbing the fruity flavor of her shampoo. Strawberry or raspberry, I think. It smelled good…mouthwatering, actually. I moved my hand up to touch her hair. It was soft, very soft. And it was growing. I never even realized her curly hair was now past her ears and grazed her shoulder. I was so lost in the newness that was my little sister that I didn't comprehend what she said when she began to talk.
"It didn't happen."
"What?" I ask, confused.
"Jacob and me. It never happened. We never...you know."
Before I could stop it, a smile spread across my face.
Thank God! She's still pure.
"Good." I responded. "So that means you're still….?"
"Oh God, yes! I'm not ready for that. I could never do that with someone I don't love." She smiled back.
Phew, almost thought I lost my chance there.
Goddammit! Will this shit STOP already?
I looked back at Bella and abruptly, I was not smiling at her anymore. In fact, I was pissed at her.
"What the hell is your problem?" I released her with a frown. "You almost got that guy fucked up!"
"I know and I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to jump up and go after him!" she yelled.
"I'm your brother! What the hell did you expect me to do when you told me he fucked you? Buy him a drink and tell him 'nice job, keep up the good work'?"
Her face scrunched into a scowl. "You made me do that! If you weren't picking on me about being a suicidal virgin who can't get a boyfriend, then I never would have done it."
"Oh, and you thought you'd throw that out there as a good comeback?" I shook my head. "You play too much, Bella."
I shoved past her and went into the house. I ran up the stairs two at a time and went into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I threw myself on the bed and covered my face with my right arm. Knowing Bella, she would be right behind me. A minute later a knock was at my door.
"Go away." I said.
Of course she didn't.
My door opened and closed, followed by Bella's footsteps coming towards me until I sensed her standing by my bed.
"Edward, I'm sorry."
I didn't say anything to her. I didn't even look at her, knowing how she wouldn't stand not having the attention.
She carried on with her regret. "I didn't mean it, I swear. Don't be mad with me."
I still didn't say anything. If I kept quiet long enough, maybe she'd get the hint and leave me alone. But she was Bella and if shit didn't go her way, she would be miserable for days. She should feel bad for lying to me the way she did. It wasn't even the lying that bothered me so much as what she lied about.
Without looking at her, I finally spoke."You don't play about that, Bella. Do you know what I almost did to him because you lied? I was ready to kill that guy for what he did to you…well because of what you claimed he did to you."
I waited for her to answer or apologize again, but she didn't. I didn't even sense her standing next to the bed anymore. She didn't leave because I didn't hear her open the bedroom door. Then I felt the weight shift at the foot of the bed. When I moved my arm, I saw Bella crawling toward me.
What is she doing?
Before I could react, Bella was sitting atop of my thighs, straddling me.
"So you almost killed him, huh?" She looked down at me, smiling with her arms crossing her small chest.
"That is not funny."
"No, but it shows me something."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"You care for me," she confidently replied.
I laughed. "Of course I do, stupid girl."
And you need to get off of me...the yeast is rising.
"So why do you tease me so much when you care for me?"
"You're my little sister. It's my job to tease you and make you feel like crap. That's what big brothers do."
Damn, she just licked her lips. There's no way I'm going to keep this down now.
"But that makes no sense. If you care for me, doesn't that mean you're supposed to show it by being nice to me?"
Bella, please honey, stop moving on me so much.
I replied, "Not necessarily and I am nice to you. I don't kick your ass when you're sneaking into the fridge eating my food and drinking my juice."
She gasped. "I didn't know you knew about that."
"Well, I do. So there goes your proof. Now get off me."
Now. You need to move right the fuck now.
I sat up to move her off me but she just used my movement to wrap her legs around me in a sitting position.
"You love me." She said, pushing her weight onto me further.
Aw shit. I know she feels that.
I couldn't look at her, I was so embarrassed. My little sister had just given me a raging hard on!
"Yeah, something like that," I said in a strained voice.
Little girl. If you don't get your ass off of me…
"Say it," she demanded.
"I just did."
"No. I want to hear you say the words."
And I want to hear you scream my name at the top of your lungs, but we can't always get what we want.
"You need to get up, Bella. Right now." I said to her sternly.
"I feel it." She said, and I was sure she was referring to the wood in my jeans. "I feel the way you care about me now. And I know you love me even though you don't want to say it. That's ok; you will soon enough."
She leaned in to kiss me on my cheek as I turned to push her hot little ass off me and the kiss landed on my lips instead. That action, that one little mistake, put every inner conflict I'd been battling for the last two years into perspective. The magnetic pull, the fascination, the need to protect her, the frustration, and now the possession and jealousy; it all began to make sense in a fucked up way. The answer was very simple and very disturbing at the same time.
I wanted my sister…for more than a sister.
As ill as the reality of it ultimately sounded, the actual sensation couldn't be denied when her full lips made contact with mine. Her lips were warm and soft, like marshmallows fresh out of the bag. An alluring vigor like no other hit me as tough as a tornado and I needed to kiss her back, needed to touch her skin. She pulled back instantly after taking in recognition of what just occurred. Bella's face turned red in fear and she immediately started apologizing.
"Edward, I'm so sorry…I—I didn't mean it, I swear! Please don't tell my dad about this! I'll do anything you want just don't get me in trouble, please!"
As she prattled on with her apologies, all I could think about was how much I missed her soft, fluffy lips on mine and how vacant I felt once they were gone. By then I couldn't help myself. I pulled her face back to mine and crushed my lips to hers. She froze in place. I could feel her body trembling against mine. Or was mine trembling against hers?
Kiss me back. Don't be afraid, Bella. I won't hurt you. Kiss me back.
Suddenly, Bella's hands were entangled in my hair and her lips were smashing against mine. Repeatedly, our lips urgently smacked one another. I let my hands find her hair, stuffing my fingers into the thick strands. When I put my tongue in her mouth Bella pulled back again, her big brown eyes wide and wild.
"I don't know how to kiss like that, Edward."
"It's okay; I'll teach you." I mumbled against her lips and quickly pulled them back in. She stiffened again when I jammed my tongue in her mouth. I was getting irritated with her refusal to cooperate the way I wanted her to when I realized the problem.
Calm down, Eddie boy. She's new to this. You don't want to scare the poor girl away, do ya?
No, I didn't want to scare her away.
Putting my tongue back in my mouth, I began petting Bella's lips a little slower until she relaxed in my arms again. This time, instead of congesting her throat with my tongue, I darted it out gently and licked the bottom of her lip. When she went to reciprocate, our tongues finally met and began dancing. It was the absolute best fucking feeling ever.
The sweetest taboo.
It was also very immoral.
How can something so wrong feel so right?
The heat emanating from her body was amazing. I'd never known a girl to give off so much heat. Then again, I'd never made out with a virgin girl. From what I've been told, virgin girls are known for having a radiating body temperature.
Bella was hot everywhere! Her hands, her arms, her legs, the space in between them…she was making me burn all over and I wanted more of her. So I flipped us over until she was under me. Still kissing, I let my left hand travel down to the small lump of her breast and proceeded to grope it. Her nipple hardened in the palm of my hand. An angel version of me sat on my right shoulder while a demon version of me sat on my left, both trying to capture the throne of my conscience.
Stop this right now while there's still time.
No, keep going. It feels so good.
My hand traveled up her sweater and under her bra.
She's too young! You can't do this to her!
If she doesn't want it, she can always stop me.
I leaned up to look at her fully flushed face. I pulled the bottom of her sweater up, indicating to her that I wanted her to take it off. She did and I took off my shirt in the process. I was so gone by her half naked presence that I forget to ask her how those offending hickeys got on her chest.
She may not have let Jacob fuck her but that didn't mean she didn't let him put them there.
She's fifteen years-old! She's just a child; she doesn't know any better.
She'll know better in a few minutes.
Bella looked at my bare chest and I could tell she admired what she saw. She gaped at it for a while before her eyes lowered to the bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened before her gaze locked with mine. I could see the panic and fear in them. Lowering myself onto her, I kissed her again.
That's it, keep her nerves calm.
While I was grinding on her, Bella's hands were all over my chest, touching the ripples of my six-pack. She then pinched my nipples which hardened in her tiny fingers. I hissed in pleasure.
"Oh, does that hurt?" the concern in her voice was humorous.
"No, no. You keep…doing that." I smiled.
"That feels good?"
I chuckled. "Hell yeah!"
As we twirled each other's nipples in our hands Bella asked to see something else.
"Can I…see it?"
I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down mid-thigh along with my briefs. My dick sprung out from my stomach and pointed straight toward Bella. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, squeezing.
"What's that stuff?" Her face looked disturbed by what she was looking at.
I looked down to see what she was talking about. Pre-ejaculatory semen leaked out of the head of my cock, sheathing the tip of it.
Bella rubbed her finger over the wetness. I moaned at the touch.
"Edward, is it going to hurt me?"
"Yeah, but not as much if I do it the right way."
"What's the right way?"
"Well…if I go in slow, it may hurt a bit more because I'd be taking my time. If I go in fast, it'll hurt all at once, but it will be better because it'll be quicker. Which way do you want me to do it?"
She thought about it before she answered. "Um, fast…I think. But after that, will you go slow if it hurts really bad?"
I smiled at her. "I'll go as slow as you want. You ready?"
She nodded. I leaned over to my drawer to retrieve a condom. After rolling it on, I unbuckled Bella's pants and pulled them off of her.
I can't believe you're going to do this.
Shut up. Don't listen to him. Do that shit!
Using my fingers to grip the waistband of her underwear, I began slipping them down slowly.
You know if you do this you're going to jail, right?
My hands paused.
That's right, dumb ass. Did you forget that her daddy is Five-O? You're eighteen, a legal adult. When Charlie finds out you're plowing into his kid he's gonna kill your ass, to which he'll revive you, then lock your ass up and throw away the key. So go ahead and do the damn thing, R. Kelly. Don't say I didn't warn you.
A light bulb clicked in my head as the reality of the situation set in. Charlie and Mom: Married. Bella and I: Brother and Sister. Relatives. Siblings. Eighteen: Adult. Fifteen: Minor. Statutory rape. Felony charges. Registered Sex Offender. College thrown out the window.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" I yelled out loud. Ripping off the condom, I scrambled to get dressed.
"What? What?" Bella was now as frantic as me.
"Put your clothes on." I firmly said. "NOW!"
"Did I do something wrong? What did I do?" Tears were now forming in her eyes. She was just a girl. What the hell was I thinking?
That's what I've been saying all along, ass!
"Nothing," I answered, "You didn't do anything wrong. The fault is mine. I could go to jail for any sexual act with you!"
I threw her clothes at her.
"But I won't tell, Edward. I promise."
"I couldn't live with myself for having sex with you. You're my damn kid sister! I could never look your dad in the eyes knowing I did that to you."
"He doesn't have to know," she reasoned, which was the worst thing she could have said at that time.
"Well, I'll know. And it's wrong." I buckled my pants and then screamed, "Why can't you stay out of my room like I tell you to?"
Her little chin got to quivering and the tears spilled over. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to comfort her. I sat on the bed next to her. Picking up the sweater from the bed, I tugged it over her head, pushing her to put on the rest of it. I ran my fingers through my hair and pinched the bridge of my nose, habits I did when I got frustrated.
"Look," I turned to her tear streaked face. "I didn't mean to yell at you. What just happened right now? That is crazy. Things got taken too far out of context. I shouldn't be experimenting with you. I'm supposed to be looking after you, not fornicating with you."
"But we're not real brother and sister, Edward." She said, wiping her tears away.
"Still, your dad is married to my mom. That makes what we just did weird as hell, you know?"
She nodded. "So does that mean that we have to go back to the way things were with us?"
"You mean the fighting and teasing?" I sighed. "Afraid so. I'll still keep dishing out my best shit at you, but I won't take it as far as I did today. So you better get your jokes ready cuz it's going to get ugly."
I play punched her in the arm. She laughed and then fully dressed herself.
"If I was a little bit older, would you have still kept going?"
Damn, girl. Slap me in the face why don't you!
That was an unexpected question. Yes? Maybe? I decided to stick with the safe answer.
"I don't know, Bella." Then I added jokingly, "Maybe if your legs weren't so skinny and you actually had boobs to grab hold of, then yeah. I definitely would have kept going."
Her shocked expression made me snicker. She grabbed a pillow and began beating me with it.
"You're such a dick!" she yelled.
"You're still a psycho bitch with baby tits!" I grabbed the other pillow, defending myself.
"One day I'm going to be irresistible, Edward Masen; you just wait and see! I'm going to be so hot that guys are gonna be beating down the front door trying to get to me."
I had no idea how fucking dead on Bella's statement would be back then. After that day in my room, I never touched her like that again. But it didn't stop those thoughts I had about her when she'd come home from school or when she'd stalk in my room pestering me. Just seeing her face would set me off. Sad to say, things never really did go back to the way they were. I spent time doing more activities outside of the house to prevent the activities I wanted to do with Bella in it. I stopped letting her go everywhere with me, regardless of how much I wanted her company. When I found out about her first boyfriend, I didn't go all ape-shit on her, even though I did want to kick the guy's ass up and down the street.
By the time I headed off to college, I thought my mind was Scott-free of those impure thoughts of my little sister. We emailed each other back and forth and chatted on a regular basis. I called home as often as I would allow myself just so I could hear her voice.
Though, for the next couple of years, I never went home.
Of course, it made my mom gloomy from not seeing me so long. Charlie even missed me and always asked me when the hell I'd be coming back. However, I couldn't make myself go back there just yet. Not until I was sure that I was over those special emotions I had for Bella. For me, avoiding temptation was the best way to go.
Only I couldn't avoid going home forever. I knew I'd eventually have to see Bella and the family again, especially after my mom threatened to come to Seattle and drag my ass back home for Thanksgiving. There's nothing like seeing a twenty-year old man being dragged away by his mother's ear twisting. The more I pictured my mother doing that, the more I came to the conclusion that I had better hurry up and get my ass back to Forks.
Thus I packed my stuff up, got in my trusty old Volvo and drove home. I wanted to surprise everyone so I was showing up a day earlier than I originally planned. In the car, I wondered what my mom would look like. Did she have more gray than red hair since the last time I saw her? Did Charlie still go fishing with his friend, Billy, from the Res?
Did Bella's body ever catch up with her age? Did she ever think about what happened in my room that day? Does she have a new boyfriend? If so, is she fucking him? Would I look different to her now than I did back then?
Okay. So most of my thoughts were directed toward Bella. When I pulled up in the driveway, I didn't know what to expect. Would she be happy to see me after all this time?
I now pull up behind a silver Infiniti G35 Sedan parked in front of the garage. My mom has always been a Lexus type of gal and Charlie doesn't drive anything but his police cruiser, so the car must have been Bella's. I never could picture Bella having a vehicle, but she's seventeen now so surely she had to have a license. I read the plates on the vehicle and burst into laughter: BABYBIRD91.
Yep, it's Bella. She used the nickname I'd given her when she was thirteen.
She thought about me.
"Edward?" A sweet voice I recognized calls out to me.
When I turn around, my heart suddenly skips a beat. The most stunning looking woman I've ever seen is standing on my front porch. She's wearing a neon blue tube strapless mini dress with three inch black heels. The dress fit her to a tee accentuating round, perky tits and curvy hips that had not been there before. The short dress shows off her shapely pale legs, which look longer in the heels. Her natural curly hair now had waves in it due to its lengthy strands. I know who she is, but I'm shocked to immobility by the sight of her.
Bella Swan, my kid sister, is fuck bunny hot!
"Oh My God! It Is You!" she grins widely, making her way down the stairs.
Bella's clumsy little feet are no more as she hit the bottom of the steps and runs full blast to me with open arms. Perky breasts are bouncing with every step she takes. I'm pretty sure my mouth is hanging open from the time she wraps her arms around me. My dick twitches at the feel of her tits on my chest.
"Bella," was all I could choke out of my throat.
At that moment, I forgot that I came home for the holidays. I forgot that my mom was inside waiting for me. I forgot about Charlie. All I could see, think, hear, and smell was Bella. The walls of temptation begin closing in on me. All the feelings for Bella that I thought were gone come crashing down hard inside of me.
Coming home was not a good idea.
But now that I am here, I don't think I'll be able to leave.
For the desire, the yearning, the hunger, everything that I wanted and needed is standing here hugging me like I'm the only person she's ever required in life.
Nothing could or would prepare me for the roller coaster ride I was about to be taken on.
I'm in grave danger. Save me before it's too late.
Your Sinful Son,