Chapter 7:Rewind Selecta
(Remember a few chapters back when I wrote about what supposedly happened when Edward woke to find Bella and himself naked? Well, this is that chapter. Here is what really did happen In The Night)
"The truth shall set you free. What a load of crap. Truth is a plot that traps you into a world of judgment and inessential sorrow. Lies set you free. Lies save you from adjudication until the truth can be organized and substantiated. When the time is right, I will tell it." – Isabella Marie Swan
It was all a ploy.
I admit, after Edward made his claims that I was an easy sleaze for sleeping with Jacob, I was extremely hurt. I stomp into his room, throwing his jacket on the bed out of anger and then head to my room to sulk over what he'd said. I let him get to me.
This was not how I planned for this to go.
It was supposed to be easy, damnit! Edward was supposed to be taken away by my looks and fall to his knees pining after me. Instead, he got upset about me sleeping with Jacob, whose throat I wanted to stuff my foot down after revealing to Edward that he was fucking me.
I won't not cry about this. I will not let Edward do this shit all over again.
Rolling my eyes under the lids, I will the tears to stop stinging my eye ducts.
Pull it together!
Okay, I need a plan B and I need one quick. Whattaya got for me?
I'm on E.
You? You're the one who jumps all over my ass when I don't have any type of arrangement in mind and now you don't have shit to say?
I was too busy checking out Edward's sexiness and he threw me off. My bad.
I need a bath. A shower would have been quicker but a bath can soothe away the agitation Edward had caused. What I really want is a pair of long fluffy pajama pants and a big shirt to sleep in. My favorite pajamas are in Edward's room and I don't want to hear any of his crap about being in there. Opening the second drawer from the top of the dresser, I search for nightwear that's comfortable on the skin. Mostly everything in the drawer still had tags on them from when Rose dropped them off to me. All of them were short, sleazy, and left nothing to the imagination. I didn't even wear that type of stuff when I knew Jacob was coming over. I used to call him over and sneak him into my room when I was unbelievably horny.
Breaking up with him had been more of a difficult feat than I would have liked.
I'd forgotten all about Jacob when Edward walked through the doors of our home. Nothing else existed but my God-like step-brother. At that moment, he was air, light, sky, the reason the blood flowed through my veins.
Then the doorbell rang and I remembered the person standing behind it along with the mission I had to complete.
Edward recruited himself to wrestle me regarding getting the door. An encounter between Jacob and him was an endeavor that had to be avoided at all costs. My nervous behavior didn't go unnoticed by Edward so he continued to insist on answering the door. I could tell he was getting agitated with me.
The last thing I wanted to do was get into a fight with him within twenty minutes of his homecoming. After all, he did come home in the first place.
You have to make it as if it isn't a big deal.
That's so easy for you to say. When Edward shoots through the roof, your ass better become the best defense lawyer in America and rescue me!
I'll cut you a deal.
Mama Beth put her best efforts toward distracting me but all I could focus on was that Edward and Jacob were face to face and that that dilemma couldn't result in a friendly manner. I stood by the edge of the island closest to the kitchen archway so I could keep tabs on what was going on at the front door.
Edward's body language was in a defensive stance and hadn't decompressed. With every sentence spoken between Mama Beth and myself, I became tenser from what I could only envision as an accident waiting to happen: a past lie divulging into present factual certainty. So when I perceived Edward's vocals accelerating and saw him step out of the door, I cut off Mama Beth and hurried to the door before physical technicalities could be substituted.
Jacob and Edward were basically breathing down each other's necks when I got there. Edward spoke to Jacob in a harsh tone, venom laced with every word he said.
"You don't touch her. You don't think about touching what's mi—"
I clutch Edward's arm and barge through the doorway. "Jacob, you're here."
Turning to Edward, I tell him that his mother needs his help in the kitchen. Forks' air turned cool and Edward leant me his jacket. Jacob took me by the hand and Edward informed him to have me back in the house in a short period of time. Then Edward swears at Jacob, calling him a name.
Thank goodness I'd gotten to the door before a fight effectuated.
With my hand in Jacobs, he led us to his truck. Once inside, getting away from the house to avoid any future confrontations was my first thought.
"Just drive away from here so my brother won't come out to kill you." I said.
Jacob responded, "Your brother doesn't scare me. If it comes down that, I'll snap his ass in half."
Huh, you don't know Edward.
"You are not going to fight with my brother!" I protested.
"I'll tell you what," Jacob started up the truck. "I won't touch him. However, if he calls me a bitch one more time, I can't make you any promises."
Half a mile down the driveway, I told my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend to pull over so we could have that 'talk'. I didn't want to be too close to the house just in case Edward decided that he wanted to beat the shit out of Jacob. Yet I didn't want to be too far from home just in case Jacob chose to strand me for breaking up with him. Once he pulled over, Jacob shut off the engine but left on the radio.
It should have been easy, breaking up with him. I knew who I wanted to be with. Yet, as I glanced at Jacob, my heartbeat sped up unevenly and I could feel my face heating. I didn't want to hurt him like this. Jacob had always been good to me since we'd been together. He didn't deserve what I was about to do. Nevertheless, it had to be done.
Edward was home now and I needed to use all of my spare time to get him to be with me.
When I sighed, Jacob looked over to me.
"You wanted to talk?" It was more of a statement that a question.
I nodded. As seconds passed, I still couldn't find the correct words to make this break-up go smoothly.
Just say it already.
Give me a minute. I need to find the right dialogue.
You could go with, "Hey, Jake, it's been fun but my eye candy's home so I don't need you anymore."
That's really heartless, even for you.
Well, you're wasting valuable time here. Each second you spend in this car is a second away from Edward. Remember that. I want to see Big Brother, too!
Oh cut the crap. This isn't easy for me to do. I've never broken up with anyone that I've cared about before.
Your point being?
Ugh, you can be very annoying!
So can you! What do you know; you're annoying me right now!
I swear, Connie, I don't know why I put up with your shit.
I'm your conscience. You don't have a choice in the matter.
Be quiet for a minute. I have a break-up to tend to.
"So…..talk." Jacob said in a calm voice.
The first thing that flew out of my mouth was, "My grades are slipping."
What the fuck was that?
"Oookay…." Jacob's eyebrows heightened and his forehead scrunched up in confusion.
"Charlie's been jumping all over me about letting my grades deteriorate because of all the time I've been spending…..with you."
Jacob tucked his lips into his mouth and didn't say anything so I carried on with my fibbing. "He thinks that if we weren't spending so much time together then my grades will go back to normal."
"But we haven't really been together since work has picked up for me," Jacob replied.
"I know but still. Charlie kind of needs someone to take the fall for my mishaps and he's using you as a tactic to make me feel bad. He's been thinking that we should maybe….break up or something," I ended in a low voice, not really looking at Jacob when I said it.
You're so full of shit. He's never going to believe you.
So what, it was the first thing that came to me.
"Charlie said we should break up?" Jacob asked in an indecisive tone.
I nodded and then picked up an Edward habit, biting my fingernails.
"So what did you say when he suggested that?" Jacob asked.
Shit, what did I say?
Duh, you didn't say anything because it didn't happen.
Shhh, let me think for a second.
"Well, he was really mad and I knew if I argued with him about it then he would get even more pissed so I just told him that I'd do it."
"I just wanted him to shut up about it so I told him that I would break up with you."
Jacob pinched his mouth with his fingers, deep in thought.
You know he's not buying this shit, right?
You don't know that. I'm trying to make this go as painless as possible.
I get that but the truth would have been best.
After about thirty seconds, Jacob broke his silence.
"I know what this is. This is because Edward's back home. He's the one who's making you do this, isn't he?" Jacob affirmw matter-of-factly.
Dead fucking on! Damn, this kid is smart!
"Wha—no! This has nothing to do with Edward."
"Sure it does. You should have seen the way he was at the door. He just about lost it when I told him we're a couple. Had you not come out on time, we definitely would have been fighting."
"Edward's very protective of you. I get his position of watching after his little sister. What I don't understand is why you're letting him control what goes on with us."
"This isn't about Edward, I swear! My dad really did flip out about my grades."
"Well how come he hasn't said anything to me about it? I see your dad with mine all the time and he hasn't told me about any problems with your grades or staying away from you."
"I…I don't know! You know how Charlie is. He approaches the source first; it's his cop instinct."
I spent over forty minutes in the car trying to get Jacob to buy my story. He was right about Edward being my reason for the break-up but the story behind it wasn't anything he'd ever suspect. How could one tell her boyfriend that she's ending the relationship because she had the hots for her brother without said boyfriend having a negative reaction? Saying it in my head sounded crazy so I knew it would sound really nuts saying it out loud. So I kept blaming my grades and Jacob kept blaming Edward, pointing out that my grades had been fine since we've been together and didn't know how I 'all of a sudden let them slip '.
Next thing I knew an hour had passed and I could see the headlights from my dad's police cruiser approaching.
You're in for it now, sister.
Charlie pulled alongside of Jacob's truck and rolled down his window. Jacob did the same and then turned to me stating, "I still say you're doing this because of how Edward is when you're around guys and it's stupid. You shouldn't be afraid of what he thinks."
"Whatever," I mumbled.
Charlie greeted us first. "Jacob, Bella."
From his tone I could tell that my dad wasn't his usual self. When I peeped into his cruiser and saw his face, he looked….upset.
"Hey Charlie." Jacob said.
"Hi, dad." I followed.
"What are you kids doing sitting out here?" Charlie even sounded upset.
"We're just talking, dad."
"Mmhm, just talking," Charlie responded.
Whoa, he really does look mad about something.
Charlie checked his watch and then turned back over us. "You two finish up whatever it is you're talking about because it's late and Bella has to be in the house for dinner. Jacob, drive her back to the house in fifteen and not one minute later."
"Sure thing, Charlie," Jacob replied in an unsure voice.
Charlie then rolled up his window and drove down the long road to the house. I didn't know what upset him but I could use his attitude as an advantage for my story.
When Jacob turned to me, I strictly belted out, "See what I mean? He's been like that since my teacher called him with the news of my grades slipping. Charlie may not show you how pissed he is but he's like that every time he comes home. He looked like he was about to strangle you right now!"
Jacob let a breath that he was holding. "I know. I really thought you were kidding about that."
"Well…..I wasn't." Then I added, "I can only imagine all the shit I'm going to hear when I go in the house. Do you understand now why I had to talk to you?"
Jacob's expression switched to disappointment. "Yes, I do now. But breaking up seems like a stretch, Bella."
"I know but….we have to. I don't see how this could go any other way. Believe me, I've tried."
"How long are we supposed to be apart? Is this temporary?"
If I told him until my fake grades get back up, he'd expect us to get back together. I couldn't do that, not when it came to Edward.
"I'm not sure." I looked down as if I was brokenhearted about the situation.
I don't know how to be without you." Jacob said in a sweet, petulant voice.
When my eyes met his, he was giving me that look of adoration and…..oh crap.
Don't say it. Please, don't say it.
"You know I love you, don't you?"
Well shit in a fucking burning bush. He said it!
He didn't give me a chance to react as he leaned over to kiss me on the lips. Parting them with his tongue, Jacob kissed me with the most passion he had ever exposed during the time we've been together. He was showing me his love for me and I felt like a real bitch for lying to him. However, he was agreeing to part from me so I kissed him back but my kiss was nothing compared to Jacob's.
Jacob broke the kiss first but he did not back away. Instead, he let his lips travel down to my neck and his hands groped my breast.
"Jacob," I whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he mumbled while kissing down my neck to my collarbone and putting his hand up my dress. "Are you on your period?"
I suddenly realized what he was thinking and I quickly stopped him. "We can't do that."
Jacob stopped kissing my skin and gave me a disturbed look. "Why not? We almost did it before. Plus, I want to give you an incentive to get your shit straight so we can get back to being us. I'll make it quick so I can have you home on time."
"No!" I blurted out before calming down. "Jacob, it's hard enough that we have to break-up. Please don't make this more complicated than it already is."
He pulled back with a pained expression on his face. I wanted to apologize for refusing him but I kept my mouth shut. I'd done what needed to be done and he had to accept that for what it was. End of story. Jacob then straightened his face and he now looked inquisitive.
"Can I at least taste you one more time?" Jacob asked.
Oh my god, is he serious?
"I don't think so—"
"Come on, Bella. I need to have some part of you before we go our separate ways."
My very first thought was to tell him no once more. But the look in his eyes was one of desperation and he might get upset if I didn't let him do it. We were already splitting on good terms so what was one request?
I have to agree with you there. Jacob does have a wicked tongue.
That he does.
"Bella, please?" he begged. "Don't leave me out here high and dry."
I let out a long huff before I answered, "Ok."
Jacob breathed a big smile and pulled my legs on the cab bench, pushing them apart.
"You have to be quick," I reminded him. "Otherwise my dad is going to lose his cool."
Jacob nodded, removing my underwear and stuffing them in his pocket. "For keepsake."
Whatever. Just get on with the shit already!
Jacob gave one good look at my snatch and kissed it before going in for the kill. For seven minutes, Jacob's tongue made love to my pussy in a way he formerly never had. He didn't use his previous hasty and relatively uncoordinated techniques. He instead started leisurely, paying close detail to how his tongue traced along my wetness. Then he licked my clitoris with precision before taking it in between his lips to suck on it. When he'd done that act during one of our previous encounters, I had asked him not to do it again because it hurt. This time the sensation was thrilling and a very satisfying moan escaped my lips. Jacob focused on that spot, moving his head side to side and slightly tugged on it before laying his tongue flat on my clit and applied pressure, lapping at the sensitive surface.
The sensation doubled over and my hands found his head to hold him there, letting him know I really liked the spot he was hitting.
"Please, don't stop," I moaned aloud.
And he didn't. Jacob moved his tongue faster and faster until I could hear the liquid of my body on his tongue. I moaned again at hearing the noises. Then his tongue slid down my wet middle and plunged all the way into my pussy.
"Oh yes, that feels…..oh my god!"
I moaned aloud, enjoying his tongue stabbing in and out of me. The sounds that left my mouth did not sound like me at all and at that moment, I didn't give a damn what the hell I sounded like.
Hands down this was the best fucking fellatio Jacob ever performed on me!
He switched his technique, using his tongue to brush repeatedly over my clit as he pushed two fingers in and out of me. I could feel my orgasm coming, which surprised me because he'd only gotten me there in two minutes.
"I'm going to cum….Jacob….I'm cumming…."
When I felt myself ready to explode, my thighs clamped around Jacob's head and trap[ed him as I let my orgasm rip through my body. The hot fluids flowed out of me and I heard Jacob as he sucked up every bit of me. As I came down and loosened the grip on my thighs, Jacob added another finger and began fucking me with them like crazy as his tongue continuously worked at my clit. The flesh was so sensitive from the hard orgasm I'd just recovered from but another orgasm was speedily approaching. I couldn't stop my panting and I looked down at what Jacob was doing.
His eyes were penetrating my gaze.
Just looking at him built on my second orgasm and when he used the bottom of his teeth to lightly scrape my clit, I lost it and release myself. A loud wail escaped my mouth and my legs began shaking uncontrollably.
Jacob did not stop.
I was pulling at his ears and grabbing his head as I experienced my first bout of multiple orgasms. After my sixth climax, Jacob finally pulled back, kissing the insides of my thighs.
As for me? Well, my skin had slightly perspired and the heat in my face felt like it was boiling. It was as if I had just run a marathon and couldn't move. I looked down at Jacob who flashed me his pearly whites, signifying he'd done his job well. What he'd just done was enormously breathtaking.
The full effect of our situation and Jacob confessing his love suddenly overwhelmed me. Before I could stop myself, tears were spilling out of my eyes and I was crying.
Immediately, Jacob's proud face switched to concern and he straightened himself into a sitting position. "Bella? Bella, what's wrong?"
I sat up burying my face in my hands and my sobs grew louder.
"Bella, Jesus, what's the matter?" Jacob's voice was now laced with apprehension and fear.
When his fingers touched my skin I rapidly turned toward him and threw my arms around his neck, holding on tightly.
"I'm sorry," Squeezing my eyes shut, I apologized again and again. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I never meant for it to be this way, I swear it. I'm sorry. Please, tell me that you'll forgive me someday!"
"Sorry for what?"
Lies. Deceit. Everything. Nothing.
"I truly hope that one day you can forgive me," I beg in between sniffles and sobs.
"Bella, you have nothing to be sorry about."
"Just…..say it, please." I whispered, pulling back and looking into his eyes for a long time.
Jacob wiped the trail of tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "Okay, I forgive you. Now stop crying, please. You're scaring the hell out of me here."
Again I hugged him tightly and buried my face in the crook of his neck, kissing it. Jacob rocked me back and forth for a few minutes before pulling me away from him. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he replied, "Time's up. I have to get you back home."
I nodded in understanding and gathered myself before moving back to the passenger side. Jacob started the engine and expertly made a U-turn back to my house. Once he parked behind my dad's vehicle, I pulled down the sun visor and checked my face. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes weren't too red but they were puffy from all the crying.
I turned my head toward Jacob but my eyes refused meet his. They couldn't. If they did, my crying spell would have started over again. Jacob was the sweetest guy on the planet and I was ditching him for a man who had been shielding himself away from home for over two years. I didn't know anything about Edward's personal life since he'd been gone. I didn't even have one clue as to whether he had a girlfriend or not.
Yet I was giving up the one person who never hesitated to make me happy and who let me into every aspect of his life just so I could have an unauthorized hope of a romp in the sheets with my step-brother.
I was either completely smart or terribly naive.
One way or another I still had a goal to accomplish and, before he left for Seattle, Edward was going to have sex with me.
Eventually, I did find out what Charlie was peeved about when I walked through the doors. He and Edward were conversing about Charlie's new employees on the force and how much of a headache they were giving him. Edward stepped to Charlie's side to look me over. His expression was content but then immediately turned angry.
"Is he still out there?"
I shook my head and told him no.
This brings me back to the present circumstances.
I've allowed Edward to have this power over me since he came home and I need a way to get it back. I'm the one who should be in charge, not him.
I grip the first piece of nightwear I see and shut the drawer.
It's time to step up my A-game.
Swiftly, I remove my dress and step out of my heels.
I am taking a big risk with this brand new scheme. However, when it comes to Edward, I've always taken hefty risks. It might work or it might not but with him, it's the only way to go.
I'm going for it all with nothing on my body.
With my nightwear in hand, I slightly open my bedroom door, peeping out to make sure the coast is clear. When I saw no one, I rush to Edward's bedroom door and twist the knob. Knocking may have been better but he might've take one look at my nude state and slammed the door in my face.
"Edward?" I call his name. Looking around, I see that he's not even in the room.
What to do now? Should I lie on his bed and wait for him to come in?
Then I remember that I need to clean my body after the performance Jake had done to me in his truck. Plan B thrown out the window. It would be nasty of me to have another man's saliva on my body while pursuing Edward. I'll just use his tub and surprise him in my Victoria Secret pajamas when I exit from the bathroom. He should be in the room by then.
Entering the bathroom, I grab my V.S. Sweet Pea gift set and a hair clamp. Then I prepare the bathwater, pouring the bath gel in the tub. The thick liquid merges with the running water, structuring thousands of tiny bubbles in seconds. I only let the water fill up half way before rotating the knobs to off. Using my toe to test the temperature, I carefully step in the tub and sink down until I'm all the way in. The temperature is perfect.
The water immediately relaxes the tension Edward caused earlier and I close my eyes, taking in its effects. After five minutes, I feel completely unwound and drained of energy. My eyes habitually flutter and I doze off.
The sound of running water wakes me and I forget where I am for a split second. Then I look over to the foundation of the running water and I remember that I'm in Edward's bathroom….in Edward's tub….naked…..covered in soap suds.
Right under his nose.
It's evident that he hasn't seen me in here so I watch his every movement. He only stands in his boxers. Edward's forearm wiggles up and down continually as he brushes his teeth in an accurate manner. He takes his time, more than likely caring for every single tooth like he'll lose one if he misses a spot.
I smile at my conscience and then watch Edward some more. Yes, he has been working out and, from what I can see, his body reaps the benefits. Edward's back is muscled and smooth. His skin has always had an appealing radiance to it. Edward's thighs are firm and hairless but his calves and lower legs are covered with light brown hair and even they look sexy. I wanted him to spin around and show me his beautiful chest but Edward was taking his tooth brushing methods quite seriously.
Two minutes later, he is still brushing his fucking teeth.
Who the hell is this obsessive about brushing their teeth?
Approximately four minutes later, he spits the foam in the toilet and then rinses the rest of it from his mouth and toothbrush.
About damn time.
By that time I was restless from waiting for him to catch a glimpse of me so when he turns off the running faucet water and dries his mouth with the towel, I clear my throat.
Edward twirled around so fast he almost lost his footing. I snickered. His eyes just about bulged out of their sockets and his hands encompass a solid grip on the counter. He doesn't let his eyes linger long. Edward looks up to the ceiling and his cheeks turned a pretty blush pink. His Adams apple bobbled up and down constantly. It literally looked as if he was suffocating.
"Christ, Bella, what the hell are you doing in here?" he choked out, his eyelids blinking very rapidly.
"I told you that this technically wasn't your room anymore." I say coolly.
And to think that I was just going to hand his room back over to him. Seeing him struggle with himself is just too fun to watch. He won't last long.
Eventually, he'll have to look down.
"You're not supposed to be in here. You've got a bathroom of your own." Edward's voice is kind of shaky.
"Your tub is bigger." I utter.
"I need to take a shower," he replies in a heavy breath, every word coming out as a syllable.
"You can hop in if you want…" I imply seductively. "Or I can just get out."
Edward's hands grip the counter harder and his knuckles turn pale. He makes no move to come to the tub.
Aright, Eddie boy. Have it your way.
I sit up on my knees first before raising my body from the tub. Then I turn toward Edward.
He slips up and looks down at me. Edward's green eyes admire my wet, naked body enveloped in bubbles and his face suddenly washes over with hunger and lust.
That's what I'm talking about.
Edward gawks at my breasts and the sight of him looking at me this way alone makes my nipples harden. He sucks in the air between his teeth when he noticed the adjustments.
His grip loosens from the countertop but Edward doesn't let go.
Let go, Edward. Just let it flow through you.
When his gaze breaks away from my breasts they travel down my midriff, settling directly on my snatch.
Did his eyes just tint darker?
Yes, I think they did.
My body shivers at that revelation…..and at the fact that I've been standing up for a while and the water on my skin is chilling.
What is he waiting for? Do something already!
He just stands there with exceeding growth trapped in his boxers but he won't make a move. My impatience gets the best of me.
"So you want in or out?" I try to hide my annoyance.
Edward's eyes suddenly lock with mine and he oh god…...bites. his. fucking. lip. The small dimples in his cheeks reveal themselves.
When his hands release the counter, I smile…probably wider than I've ever smiled before. Then I tuck my chin in my neck and look up at him through my eyelashes.
Come here, lover boy.
As if he hears my mental catty call, Edward's feet began taking slow steps toward me.
That's it. Do what your body tells you.
He comes closer, his eyes traveling back to my breasts. Instinctively, he grabs the stiffness in his boxers.
Yes, come here and give me what I've been yearning for.
With just a couple of steps away from me, Edward's feet halt. His eyes meet mine and abruptly, his facial expression alters. The darkness of his pupils brightens kindly and the foot that was about to carry him further to me took a step back.
What is he doing?
Then he takes another step back.
No. Edward, NO!
My eyes scream at him to reconnect with where he was at a minute ago, to that feeling that was going to bring him closer to me. Edward's pupils brighten with every single step taken back until he was at his starting position.
There, his eyes dazzle like the sun.
Then Edward shuts them tightly and his cheeks sink into his face. His body tenses and he yells, "Goddamnit, Bella! Hurry up and get out of here!"
He rushes out of the bathroom slamming the door so hard behind him that it makes me jump.
I almost had him!
I wish Edward's brain came with a censor switch that I could turn off for one hour so I can have my way with him. My back slides down the wall as I sink down into the water, resting my chin on my knees and my arms wrapped around my legs. I can't deny the disappointment settling in my chest.
If Edward won't even touch my fully naked body—and damnit, I know it is appetizing—what the fuck kind of leverage do I have to hook him?
I don't know, Bella. Maybe…..I mean….he might be…..gay.
Bitch, what did you say?
You've never considered the notion?
Gay? GAY! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?
Technically, I'm in your fucking mind—
EDWARD IS NOT GAY! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN THINK THAT! FUCK YOU, CONNIE!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Don't go all psycho-Bella on me. Calm the fuck down!
Jesus, how could you even come to such a conclusion? My Edward likes women. To even consider him— hell no! What the fuck is your deal?
It was an optional theory.
You so need to lay off right now…..
Alright, maybe I shouldn't have said that.
Gay….what were you philosophizing about when you came up with that?
I don't know, cognitive discernment?
Very fucking funny.
Why is this not working? Haven't I completed every one of his requirements? What am I doing wrong here?
You make his requirements sound like a job application. The problem here is simple. You have to go for it.
I have been going for it.
No, you've been going halfway and then expecting Edward to meet you in the middle. From what just happened, you see he won't do that. You're going to have to go full throttle on his ass.
So what do I do?
You….can't be serious right now. I just told you what you had to do!
What I mean is….how do I go full throttle?
*lets out a frustrating growl* Clearly it's been determined that I AM gonna need to take your hand and walk you to the dick—
Stop screwing around and spit it out!
Listen. It's like poker, Texas Hold Em if you will. When the pot is at stake you have to go all-in, even when you have a low card on the table. You have to force your opponent into thinking you have the best hand.
What if I don't have the best hand? What if my opponent really does have the higher card?
Fucking Bella! We are women; we always have the higher card! Men are the kings and we are the queens on the chessboard. Without us, the king is vulnerable. He doesn't exist!
Wait, I thought we were talking about poker.
Bella, My God…..let me see if this will work for you. Eve talked Adam into taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. When Adam ate it, their eyes were opened and they saw each other naked….so forth and so on. When God came searching for them, Adam told God that he was afraid when he saw him coming and he hid. God knew that Adam ate from the forbidden tree because he could see, something he shouldn't have been able to do.
I'm not getting where you're going with this.
The moral of the story is this: Pussy influenced Adam to eat the forbidden fruit and gave them God-like qualities. Because of that, and his stupidity to reveal to God that he ate from the tree, our days in life are shortened and we are condemned to die. So you see, pussy is so powerful that even man gave up eternity for it. Pussy rules the fucking world! You have to use its full advantages to get what you want from Edward.
So you're saying…..like….make him fuck me?
But what if he turns me down? This is the second damn time this has happened! Why doesn't he want me the way I want him?
Silly sibling, he already wants you. His dick got hard didn't it? You have what he desires. All you have to do is put it on him and he won't be able to walk away. Don't give him a chance to think. Just…Do It.
After I finished my bath, I unclogged the stopper in the tub and searched for a body towel to dry off….only I didn't bring a body towel in the bathroom with me. So I used the Sweet Pea lotion, rubbing it in my skin until very moist. Then I slip on the two-piece pajama set. When I check myself in the mirror, my first thought is wow.
The pajamas are so thin they disclose certain regions of my body that normal pj's would conceal. Seeing myself look like this…..sexy and voluptuous…..puts a brand new idea in my head.
I'm going to spend the night in the room with Edward tonight and seduce him….and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Taking the clamp from my hair, I set it on the counter and tousle my hair with my hands. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I exhale and casually open the door.
Edward sat up from his laying position on the bed and threw his bath towel in his lap. My stuffed animals that were on the bed now spread out all over the bedroom floor. A part of me gets emotional about that because they were from Jacob. Seeing them on the floor reminds me of how I treated him throughout our entire relationship: inept and careless.
Hey, you're gonna have to leave that be. The responsibility is no longer yours.
My shoulders slump as I look at Edward and tell him, "It's all yours."
Edward sucked in a harsh breath and gawked at me with puppy eyes. At first I didn't think he heard me because he was still parked on the bed. As I walk closer to him, Edward's hands make a fist with the sheets and his jaw sort of flexes.
He may still be angry with me.
I notice that his eyes are glazed over. He's not really looking at me; he's looking beyond me. I assumed if I touched him, he would come back to the present state and detect my company. When my hand grazed his shoulder Edward jumped up from the bed and, as fast as lightning, ran into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
What the hell was that about?
It's official. Step-brother may be missing a few screws in that head of his.
I can't deny that. I still want him though.
I could still taste the food from dinner on my tongue so I go to my bathroom to brush my teeth. When I come back to Edward's room, I can hear him beyond his bathroom doors.
I walk over to the door and put my ear up to it, listening for him to make another sound. Seconds later, I hear him again and he is indeed moaning. If my ears aren't deceiving me, I would say that Edward was in the shower jerking off.
That is such bullshit!
He's so unyielding when it comes to touching me yet he can go in the bathroom and wrestle with the snake.
What about me? I want the snake, too!
I stomp over to Edward's bed furiously and flop down on it. Why won't he surpass the asshole phase and fuck me? I know damn well what I have feels so much better than the hand he's using to tame that beaver of his. I could tell when he was getting ready to cum because his moans escalated and I questioned if he even knew how loud he'd gotten. Edward called out one loud "fuck" and went silent.
I pull myself fully on the bed and stretch to get my iPod and a book to read. I'd heard 'The Davinci Code' was a really good book, way better than the movie some might say. It wasn't one of my usual reads like 'Wuthering Heights' or 'Pride and Prejudice' but it would do.
While I'm reading through the mystery, one of my favorite love songs I downloaded to the iPod blares through the headphones. Like all my favorite songs, I get to moving my head and my body to the music. When the bridge of the song comes on, I sing aloud because the singer has such a fantastic voice and I try to imagine that I have her vocal skills instead of my own. Just as I'm about to hit the high note, a sharp whack stings my backside and I bellow out in pain, swearing. My hands fly over my ass and I flip over to see Edward standing over me with a disturbed look plastered on his face.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I scream at him.
"Why are you still in here?" Edward screams back.
"I sleep here!"
"Well you're not sleeping in here tonight."
"Yes I am!"
"Bella, this is my room and I say you can't sleep in here tonight."
I have to sleep in here! The only way he'll submit to my advances is if I torture him by invading his personal space. Though, Edward doesn't quite see it like I do. When I tell him that I'm not going anywhere, his brows furrow and he clasps his hands together tightly.
Then he calmly states, "You will either walk out of here or I'm dragging your little ass out of here. It's your choice."
His calm demeanor should always be taken as a frightening one. It's the key clue that advises he's about to blow up in an instant. But I'm me and, for some reason, I just have to push him to take him over the edge.
"That's not fair! You can't come back after two years and think that your rules still apply. This is my room now and I'm not going anywhere."
There. I said it.
I shouldn't have said that.
I feel rather than see Edward grip my foot and pull me to the edge of the bed. I started kicking wildly at him. He's shouting for me to get out of his room and I rebuttal. When he grabs my other leg by my ankle, I scream.
My father bursts into the room alert. When he finds out that Edward and I are bickering, he snaps at both of us. Charlie actually threatened to kick us out of the house and make us camp outside. Mama Beth looks at me all funny and then I look down. She's eyeing my pajamas, specifically at how revealing they are. All I wanted to do was cover myself up. She doesn't say anything and Charlie was too upset to be aware of them.
As our parents make their exit, Edward sneered at me. I stuck my tongue out at him for the She-Devil comment he made.
"I don't care," He said. "I'm sleeping in my bed tonight. You can get your ass on the floor if you'd like,"
He rips back the comforter on his bed and lies down. I knew I wasn't leaving and I tell him so, repeating his actions.
Please, let this work.
It does. Edward gives in and lets me stay in the bed with him.
Sweet, I won the battle! Now all I need to do is win the war.
Edward shut off the lights and settled snugly under the covers. My heart was thumping so hard; I knew I had to find tranquility within myself. Shuffling through the iPod, I pull up the playlist that Edward put on it for me and press play. I listen to two full songs and then Edward kicks my leg. I turn over to face him and he says something about me listening to his songs.
"Yea, well….it helps me sleep. The shit's just that boring."I smart.
"Could you turn it down a bit?" he asks in a tired voice. "And I'm asking you nicely so don't turn into a fucking psycho about it."
I take in his request and think that I should say something smart to him, but it's not nice to complain when he's allowing me to stay in his room for the night. I agree to do what he asks and turn the music down. I couldn't really see Edward in the darkness but I could hear his offbeat breathing and I knew he wasn't sleeping. His eyes were closed and his hands were folded on top of his chest. With us being so near one another, the magnetic pull was strong. I wanted to reach out and caress Edward's hands.
Would he react the same way he did earlier when I touched him?
Just as I was about to reach over and find out, Edward turned his head and opened his eyes, calling my name. I thought he was about to complain about the music being too loud again but he apologized for calling me out on the staircase after dinner. He said that he didn't mean for it to come out the way that it did. If that was the case, what way did he mean for it to come out as? I asked him that and he just replied that he shouldn't have said it at all.
I guess that was his way of saying that he was sorry so I accepted it and thanked him for the apology. Seeing he was in a better mood than he was earlier, I thought I should reveal to him that Jacob and I are no longer together.
He must have dozed off.
"I broke up with Jacob."
"Uh-huh. That's nice."
I wait for him to digest what I'd said. Seconds later, he turns to me and asks if I was okay to which I told him that I was. When he asked me why I did it, I briefly informed him that it wasn't working out between us. He went quite and I thought he'd gone back to sleep. His voice broke through the darkness and asked if I loved him. I retort to him the truth, that I never loved him and that we were only using each other for sex. Only I don't get to the sex part because Edward didn't want to hear about that.
"So that's all it was anyway. That's all it could ever be between him and me."
The light had been off for a while so it was easier to see Edward when my eyes adjusted to the dark.
The son of a bitch was smiling.
Now Edward knew the whole truth. He had no other competition, not that he ever did in the first place. That smile was a sign that he obviously was more comfortable. He had to know that I did it for him. Who else would I do it for? Edward is who I want. He's the one for me. I've always felt that from the moment I met him. Of course it was easy to mistake what I felt for him as a crush during my adolescence. All of these years, I thought I was driven by that mistake and sexual cravings. Yes, the lust was a very big part of why I'd done those acts for Edward but it wasn't the real reason why I followed every single one of his instructions before he left for school.
I did it because I was in love with him. I am in love with my step-brother.
I wanted to let Edward know this, but I wasn't dumb enough to tell him about it out loud, not while he was still battling his inner conflicts.
Maybe if I hinted to him about it, he would figure it out.
"Besides, I think I love another person."
That didn't turn out so well. Edward thought I was talking about another guy and the tension pouring from him could be sensed. I told him in my own way that he was special. Edward asked if the guy knew about my feelings.
"I told him recently. And I can tell he loves me, too, but he's just too afraid of his feelings to say it."
Edward then starts telling me how the guy isn't good enough for me if he can't return my feelings. I don't know why but I felt the need to defend that statement, which was stupid because I knew who I was talking about. He didn't. Hell, he wasn't even catching on to what I was saying. Edward asked if I was fucking the guy after I tell him that he wouldn't be able to deny my advances.
"No...but I plan to in the future. Maybe then he'll see that he loves me back."
Edward scoffed. "You can't use sex as a way to make a guy love you. For all you know, he could just fuck you and leave you. You might even get pregnant by the guy and you'll be left shoveling his shit for the rest of your life."
I rolled my eyes at his logic.
"Edward, be for real. I'm not stupid enough to let some guy knock me up with a kid. Plus I'm on the pill. And secondly, we'll see."
To avoid going any further with the conversation, I turned over and stuffed the headphones in my ears, turning the volume all the way up on the iPod. My first assumption was that Edward's going to kick me and make me listen to him about not hooking up with this guy. But he never kicked me or gave me the third degree. He didn't yell for me to turn down the music or even ask for the guy's name. He didn't do anything.
"You're not going to say anything else?" I asked him.
When Edward didn't respond I flipped over again, surprised that he was so calm about suspecting that I loved another man. And then I observed why he hadn't said another word in regards to that.
That shithead went to sleep.
I had no idea what time I drifted into a slumber but I'd always remember the time I woke up.
I'd always remember the sweatiness and Edward reaching over, grazing my leg with his hand. I'll remember the way his chest glistened and wiping the sweat off of his body, discovering the new ripples on his chest. I caressed his sleeping face. Kissing his lips and feeling the buzz from him was unbelievable beyond doubt. He even kissed me back, though he had been unconscious. In reality, I didn't know if he was asleep or not. Honestly, I didn't care to know. All I wanted was to be close to Edward. Touching his bare skin made me want to be bare, also.
That's why I undressed myself.
I took off my clothing and pressed my naked body against him. I picked up his hand and kissed it. Then I used his warm hand to caress me. I pressed his palm over my breast and massaged myself with it, taking in great pleasure that it was his hand on my body.
Yet I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hand in the spot he'd never touched when we were in his room two years ago. I wanted his hand there.
Therefore I put it there.
I used his fingers to fondle my pussy before taking his middle finger and placing it in there.
After that I rode it.
And then I came on it.
Edward had gotten me off and it felt so damn good.
How could I not return the favor?
Except he's already gotten off.
True, but he had to be thinking of me as he did it. That's gotta count for something, right?
It does. Still, you want to keep the score even.
I have to touch him there. I haven't seen his cock in so long. We at least have to meet.
That's around the time I removed his pants and started playing with his dick. I wanted to discover new things about it just like I discovered new things about Edward. His penis was a part of him, too, and I wanted to get familiar with it.
The adventure was fun for me, watching how he operated down there. The smell of it, the taste of it, the way it felt in my hand and how it still didn't entirely fit in my fist…..Edward's dick was my own scientific experiment.
I had to have him. I needed to test the package personally.
I wanted to go full throttle.
Carefully, I sat atop of him and slid my pussy back and forth on Edward's cock, swathing it with my cum. The feel of him underneath me aroused my inner desire and I just had to see what he felt like inside of me. Lifting my hips, I seize Edward's cock in my right hand. Then I very slowly inch myself onto him.
Dear God, I'm raping my step-brother in his sleep.
Don't think of it that way.
How else am I supposed to think of it?
You said his dick is your own scientific experiment. Think of what you're doing as…..research. You're testing out your hypothesis.
Hypothetically speaking, Edward has a—really big—dick.
Hell, I wasn't even fully on him and it started to ache as I pushed myself further down on his cock. Edward's dick was stretching me open and I had to pause my actions to take a breath. My hand was still holding his dick and damn, I still had a looong way to go.
What has he been feeding this thing?
Hell if I know. Calcium or iron, maybe?
He didn't seem to be this big when I was younger. Then again, I was a virgin and didn't have another penis to compare his to.
I was giving myself time to adjust to the inches of him inside of me before I began to coax my body down on him more. Abruptly, Edward let out a low grunt and then shifted his body. His hips thrust upward unexpectedly, pushing his dick further into my pussy.
Holy fucking shit, that hurts!
Before I could cover my mouth in time, I squealed and hurriedly withdrew him from me.
It stings….it really stings….ow ow ow….
Edward let out these really heavy, quick breaths, notifying that he was about to wake up.
Placing my hands on either side of his head, I carefully swing my right leg over Edward's lower region. My knee slightly brushed against his package and Edward's upper body jerked. I halted.
Um, Bella? Remember when I told you play dead like a dog? Now's the time do that!
Down, bitch, down!
I hastily lie down on Edward's chest just as he gasped. His chin nudges my head and I knew then that he was awake.
The position I'm lying in is awkward and becomes very uncomfortable. My left arm is trapped under the weight of my body and I so badly want to tug it from underneath me.
Don't even think about it.
I suddenly feel Edward's fingers touching my face.
I stop breathing altogether.
You have to breathe you idiot, otherwise he's going to know you're not sleeping.
He kisses the top of my head and I calm from my panic, inhaling and exhaling rhythmically. My warm breath echoes off his bare chest as his fingers cross every feature on my face. He hasn't said anything and I can only imagine what's going through his mind. Edward lifts up his other arm and now his hand is on my back, tapping it like he's confused. He slowly inches down my back using his palm until it's right above the hill of my cheek. His fingers curve around it before firmly grasping the naked flesh. Edward then caresses me.
Yes, Edward, it is an ass.
His fingers slid further down and grazed my pussy.
"Humph," he hums.
What thoughts are going through his head right now? I wish I could see his facial expression to observe whether he's angry or not.
Edward stretches his body to the left, reaching for something. I hear a small click and my eyelids make the fluorescent of light.
That's when I feel his body tremble and hear his shaky breaths. The arm that was on my back immediately retreats. Some force drives me to open my fucking mouth and say something to him, something I didn't have the guts to declare to his face.
"Edward….I need you…."
Cautiously, I snuck a peek of him and then press my eyelids closed again.
The man looked completely terrified! The expression on his face…it looked like he'd seen a dead body.
One of Edward's legs shift under me and the hair on his lower leg tickles my foot. Before that moment, I'd forgotten that I stripped his pants from him.
"Oh god….." he mutters. "Oh shit….oh fuck! No no no no…no, no…..god, no..."
Edward's tremendously freaking the hell out. I wanted to tell him to relax but that would blow my cover so I stay still. If he would calm the fuck down, Edward could distinguish that this is an opportunity presented to him. All he has to do is loosen up and wake me so we can finally do this.
But what does he do?
He moves my arm resting on his chest and tries to push me off of him. I just use that same arm and wrap it around his neck. Then I pull myself on top of him, freeing the numb arm I was lying on. His penis twitched beneath me.
Why is he trying to get away from me?
"Edward," I beg in my fake sleep. "Don't go."
His breathing became long and strenuous.
"God please. Don't do this to me now." Edward's voice strained.
Edward attempted to move me again but I hooked my arm tightly around his neck.
Why does he continue to wrestle this? The bond lives in the energy we share, the pull that brings us together when we're around each other. Our connection is extraordinary! What's it going to take for him to realize I am his gift from God?
Ever since that day in his room, Edward has done nothing but run from his feelings and from me. He hid in his room when I came from school; he hid at that fucking stupid job in Port Angeles—knowing I wouldn't be able to hang out there. Then he went off to Seattle and made up excuses not to come back. Both of our computers have webcams. Every time I requested to see him, he declined saying that webcams are only for people who show off their nudity for attention. Edward shields himself from me and I don't get why.
Why did he tell me to do all of that stuff if he never planned on being with me?
I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs at how he puzzles me with his behavior.
"Edward….why did you leave me?"
I deserve to know why he keeps running away.
His fingers danced in my hair but I didn't want that. I needed answers.
Edward leans his face toward me and I can feel his warm breath in my ear as he whispers, "I'm here, Bella. I'm right here."
No you're not!
He wraps his arms around my body, hugging me. When I feel him grasp me by the waste, I became hopeful that he'd finally cave in and do something. He holds me there for an extensive period of time.
Then he lifts me up and scoots from under me.
I lost my appeal trapping Edward under me and I let him go.
No sense in holding him if he doesn't want to be here.
There was nothing else I could do. Edward didn't want to be with me the same way I wanted to be him. The distance from home worked out in his favor. Yes, his dick got hard but he's a man. What I pinned to be desire in his eyes wasn't that: it was ordinary male nature.
"Hey, I'm a guy. Guys need sex."
He's no different than any other man who gets hard when seeing a naked woman. It was like that for him then and it's like that for him now.
Edward doesn't want me.
I heard him open a dresser drawer and then shuffle clothes on his body.
I'm not going to cry.
I could hear his feet making a hasty exit for the door. The doorknob squeaked as he departed.
Edward doesn't want me.
I am not going to cry.
I flipped over from my stomach to my back and sighed.
I begged Alice for a workout plan and she introduced me to her gay fitness instructor. I begged for Rose to teach me how to walk in heels and she succeeded with the help of her boyfriend. I've spent thousands upon thousands of dollars on new clothes and new shoes. I've obligated my friends with tasks so I could give Edward something to look forward to when he came home. I coerced Jacob into taking my virtue and having sex with me so I could show Edward what I've learned for him after he left.
All of it was for nothing.
The things Edward said that day when he first departed—learning to walk in shoes, wearing dresses, puberty, having sex—he was joking. I misunderstood him. Edward never wanted me.
I've been so foolish to consider he ever did.
Crushed doesn't even begin to describe how I felt at that moment. Try injured. Wounded. Agonized. Miserable. My heart ached. My body weakened. My pride destroyed. Without Edward there is no energy, no buzz, no fascination….oblivion.
Without Edward, I don't exist.
I'm so going to cry right now.
Weight sunk into the mattress. I was being pulled down deeper in distress.
God, I beg of You, relieve me of this horrid pain.
Heat surrounded me.
Make it stop.
Warm air hugged my face. My lips part and I sigh.
Please, make it go away.
Softness pressed against my lips. Pulsation. Absorption. Captivation. Restoration.
The ache in me chest lightened. The weakness of my body faded. My pride repaired.
Leisurely, I parted my eyelids and there He was.
Edward was kissing me.
Much too soon he pulled back and I almost whimpered at the loss. I swiftly close my eyes in hopes that he'd kiss me again. Edward's fingers replaced his lips and roamed mine. One finger dips into my mouth and traces right under the inside of my bottom lip. After a few seconds, he removes the trailing finger and the next thing I hear is suction. I don't get to think about what made that noise long because I feel Edward's hand hovering over my right breast. His hand is trembling and the smallest touch makes my nipple rise.
How does he do that?
He might have pinched my nipple or flicked it, I'm not sure. But what I am sure about is his tongue circling the outer part of my nipple—the name starts with an A but I forget what it's called. He blew on it and the area hardened. I feel him lean back but his weight was still on the bed. I wondered what he was doing so i quickly blink my eyes open and shut, almost missing him sitting on the bed and staring at my breasts.
But I didn't miss that smirk on his face.
The bed shifts and I use my new peeping skills to find out what Edward was doing.
Pitch a stick in a donkey, he's pulling down his pants!
Edward pulled his pants down enough to pull his dick out and began stroking himself. When he leans over me again, I shut my eyes once more. Bolder now, Edward stuffs a big chunk of my boob in his mouth and sucks on it.
He has a nice hold on my boob and but it doesn't hurt. Edward's mouth and head were moving in meticulous formation as his tongue fiddled with my nipple. The sensation aroused me and I shifted under Edward. He paused, looking up at me with my tit still in his mouth. The momentary sight was so cute and sexy that if I had a camera, I would have taken a picture of him. He looked like a little baby during feeding time.
Can you say hungry?
Positive that I wasn't awake—or so he thought—Edward continued with his sucking. He switched left and right between my two breasts like a DJ spinning records. I counted every second he spent on each breast and caught his time table. He was making sure both my tits were shown the same amount of concentration.
Left tit: 7 seconds. Right tit: 16 Left tit: 9 seconds Right tit: 10 Left tit: 21 seconds Right tit: 11
And I thought the man was thorough with tooth brushing.
However, it felt really fucking good. I couldn't keep quiet or sit still when he'd bite down on my fun bags.
From time to time, Edward would use both of his hands to palm my breasts and jiggle them. When he wasn't jiggling them, he'd smash them together and lick them…..or put his face between them. At one point, I caught him smacking one against the other. I was beginning to think that my step-brother has a bizarre fascination to breasts.
Edward was spending too much time with them and The Girls were starting to get sore. I wanted him to put his hands and his mouth on me all over; one very sensitive spot in particular. I wanted to personally experience how he fondled the twat.
Touch me, touch me, touch me I chanted in my head.
Edward's fist slapped against his skin very fast as his strokes sped up.
Please, touch me.
But he wasn't parting from his love bunnies. They were the main attraction of the night.
When he began moaning like crazy I knew he was coming to an end. Edward pulled away from my breasts and turned away from me. He bent down and picked something up from the floor before leaning back on his elbow to scan my body and jerking specifically under and around the head of his penis. He was yanking himself so hard and so fast that I could barely keep up with the movements.
"Fuck…ssssssss…shit…ssssss" he kept repeating those two words and hissing.
Edward's lower abdomen tweaked and his breaths were coming out harsh. Squeezing his eyes shut, Edward moaned. His cheeks were slightly pink and his face was glistening in sweat.
What a glorious view this was going to be, watching my big brother cum in front of me for the first time.
Because of me.
He places the cloth by the underside of his shaft, his free hand open and waiting to catch the load. My pussy had gotten wetter thinking about seeing him spill his juices.
Then Edward froze. Something happened and he turned his body toward the door. At that moment, I heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
And they weren't Mama Beth's.
Oh shit. Charlie's coming!
I fully shut my eyes and tried to will Edward to get in the bed and under the duvet to cover us. Or at least cover me. I'm the one in my birthday suit and my father cannot see me like this.
All of a sudden wet heat hits me right under the crevice of my neck. Then the heat splashed on one of my breasts.
"Shit!" Edward whispered loudly.
The wet heat then spills on my stomach, more than on my neck and my tit. The cum is slithering down various parts of my skin and I'm baffled that Edward would spunk all over my body knowing my father is only a few feet away.
He must have a death wish.
Edward hops off the bed doing god knows what but he better hurry the hell up or my father is going to come in screaming bloody murder at him. I don't want Edward to die and I don't want my dad to see me naked coated in his step-son's semen.
Edward throws the duvet over me and lies down just in time as father passes the room.
It sounded as if he was just going to walk by but Charlie's feet stop moving. Heavy steps enter the room. I can feel his presence somewhere but I don't know his actual location. When he gets close to the bed, Charlie stops walking and kind of stands over us for about a minute.
I really hoped Edward covered all of the spunk he put on me.
"Compromise," Charlie's voice speaks.
Was he telling himself to compromise or was he talking about Edward and I coming to terms with a sleeping area? Whatever the case, Charlie cuts out the light and leaves the room. Edward doesn't get up right away. Meanwhile, I'm lying under the covers with cold jizz sticking to me and drying out.
My dad is a late night snacker. He gets up at odd times of the night and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen to eat leftovers from dinner. If he didn't work out regularly, my father would be obese. About ten or fifteen minutes later, Charlie's footsteps carry him back upstairs to the third floor. It's only then that Edward gets out of the bed and turns on the light.
I hear Edward moving around so I open my eyes to see him changing his pajama pants again. I catch him bending over and scoped his muscled tush.
Edward has the perfect male ass.
Peeking under the duvet, I look down at the mess Edward made of me. The cum on my stomach is splattered and the shot on my tit is dry. Leaning my head back the cum under my chin is–eeeuuw— sticking to my neck and in my hair. I shut my eyes and shake my head.
Nice, Eddie boy. Just fucking spiffy!
Is cumming that much normal?
Edward walks back over to me and peels the duvet off of me He groans.
Tell me about it!
I feel Edward wipe the stuff off of me, going over certain spots where the cum has dried. After he finished, he threw the towel in the hamper and tucks me under the sheets. When the light clicks off, Edward's footsteps walk out of the room and he shuts the door behind him. My eyes snap open and I'm astounded by what just happened.
Ohmygod-Ohmygod-Ohmygooooooood! Edward touched me. He fucking touched me!
If I thought I could get away with it, I'd leap out of the bed and streak down the pavement covered in flaky spunk yelling, "MY STEP-BROTHER JUST MOLESTED ME WHILE I PRETENDED TO BE ASLEEP AND MADE ME HIS JIZZ DUMMY AFTER HE CHOKED THE CHICKEN AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT!"
I don't think he and our parents would go for it.
However, I'm jubilated that I was wrong about my negative assumptions. My original tasks hadn't been in vain.
Edward wants me.
Across the hall, a spare bedroom door shuts. I flip on the light and perform an action I seriously haven't done since I was eight years old.
At 3:19 a.m., I fucking jumped up and down on that bed like a fat kid at Chucky Cheese. My knockers bounced up and down with me. My nipples were hurting but I didn't care because Edward made them ache. Edward made them ache because he put his fucking mouth on them and sucked them like a lollipop. Why he did it?
He did it cuz he fucking wants me, that's why!
They hurt soooo good!
I pull an Ace Ventura and hump the air.
For the love of God, will you sit the fuck down somewhere?
Oh pipe down you old bat!
For crying out loud, Bella, he only sucked your tits.
Nooo, he didn't just suck my tits. Edward suuuuuuucked the fuuuuuuuck out of these love puppies! Not only that, he played with them.
I know. I was there.
I knew he would cave.
No you didn't.
Yes, I did.
You hoped and you prayed but you didn't know.
Hey bitch, don't rain on my parade!
I was on cloud nine. I had as much energy in my system as a cheetah on speed. I took a shower at 3:30 in the damn morning. I washed my hair and my body. I sang to a fucking loofah sponge! After the shower, I danced in front of the mirror. Then I held my tits in my hands striking poses. The things a good shower can do.
Throwing on a tank top with matching panties, I grabbed my iPod and hit the light. I lied on Edward's side of the bed and listened to my Classical music while whiffing his scent.
Cymbals, Grand Piano, Penis Island, Palm Tree, Coconut Juice….lots of Coconut Juice—
Go to sleep you freak!
Hater. I need a sleep aid.
What kind of sleep a—never mind. Perrrverrrt.
With thoughts of Edward's tongue on me and his engorged cock I pull down my undies, eagerly working that sensitive bud between my legs. It only took thirty seconds because that last vision of him just brought me to the brink of ecstasy: Edward's green eyes staring up at me with my tit in his mouth.
"Edward…" I moan as I soak the sheets with my climax.
He can be my little baby any time he wants to be.
I pull my underwear up and let the classical music take me to the land of the dead.
This Thanksgiving is going to be the best!