* This story was written for the PTB S-University, Summer 2012.

* This chapter was pre-read and pre-improved by my faithful friend, Dunna. Thank you for all your help.

* Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters. I just really love them.

Communal Living

EPOV

When living with others there's a need to learn how to balance privacy and community. You have to be available to each other as friends and talk through misunderstandings when they arise. Contrarily, you have to know when to back away and give each other space.

I'm sure humans struggle with those issues in living situations too, but as vampires we have additional privacy issues. All of our senses are heightened, but our excellent hearing causes the most problems.

For example, Rosalie has to get a good twenty miles from the house before she complains about my moodiness or I can hear every word she says. Not that she ever makes it that far before she spews her pernicious word vomit about how irritating I am to Emmett. I appreciate her effort though.

Not that it matters, because I can hear her internal dialogue intensifying all day before she escapes into the woods to let off some steam.

Alice and I unintentionally invade our family's privacy much more often than we would like. We do not want to pry. I would turn off my mind reading if I could. There are certain things you simply do not want to know about your parents, siblings or roommates.

A perfect example of this was tonight. I was playing piano to kill some time until Alice returned from hunting with Jasper. We were supposed to watch some French film that's just been released.

I knew Esme and Carlisle were upstairs together. I heard them kissing and cooing to each other so I began playing more difficult, louder pieces to drown out any noises from upstairs and to keep my mind occupied. I probably should have just left the house at that point, but a suddenly silent piano would've been a dead giveaway that I'd been eavesdropping on a private moment. So, I kept playing.

I was only a few lines into Prokofiev's Piano Sonata No. 7, when my brain locked into Esme's thoughts, and I was unable to break free. Her intense thoughts began because Carlisle's zipper was stuck. She was concentrating very hard on trying to unzip it without simply ripping the pants to shreds or breaking their very intense kiss.

Esme's thoughts were so explicit I could see the scene unfold. What she saw I saw as well. Any thought she had, was loud and clear in my head, as if I were thinking it myself.

His tongue is so commanding… I love it when he's forceful…

What is up with this zipper?

Her hand was jiggling the zipper of his pants up and down. His hands were resting quite low on her back…

Gently Esme, no need to ruin a perfectly nice pair of trousers…

With what I would assume took enormous self-restraint, Esme broke their kiss and focused her attention on the resilient zipper. Seconds later it finally slid down, revealing black cotton boxer briefs. Peaking from under the waistband was a golden line of hair centered on the pale, hard skin of his sculpted torso.

Hmm...I need him. I want him now!

Her tiny index finger weaved through the golden, coarse hair causing the abdominal muscles to ripple. She grabbed the black waistband and quickly yanked down, revealing an ivory cock bobbing free.

Esme's thoughts grow louder at the sight of his manhood…

Fuck! He's beautiful!

"Carlisle, I want you. Please," her voice was but a whisper.

Carlisle sauntered over like a predator stalking his prey, ridden of clothes. Esme bumped against the bed as she fell on it. He straddled her, and his lips attacked her neck. If she still had one, I'm sure her pulse would've quickened, her heart would've been pumping and racing, her blood would've been boiling. Then he entered her in one swift movement.

Fill me… mmm, that's amazing…

Carlisle's eyes were more feral and intense than I've ever seen them, completely black. His mouth hung open and though it's impossible, he seemed out of breath, his sharp teeth coated with venom… he looked dangerous, animalistic.

Esme's thoughts were intense and unfocused.

More! I just need…. my clit, just flick it… rub it… lick it…

Carlisle had his right hand under her lower back, creating an arch for deeper contact.

Oh God, that's good! Just a little harder, right there, just like that…hmm...

He pounded into her forcefully, and sucked on her neck as if he was changing her all over again.

That feels amazing… he's so big… I wish... my clit, just…please…

Esme's eyes focused on Carlisle's, her hand gripped his hair so hard that if he were human it would've ripped off. A seductive smile crossed his face, and he leaned down to kiss her. She gripped his shoulder desperately.

More!...Oh, my clit needs… God, please a little more…

At that point, I jumped up from the piano bench in frustration. Refusing to hear or see more than I already had. I bolted out the backdoor to keep myself from screaming out at the top of my lungs, "Just fondle her clit, Carlisle, that's all it will take!"

I'm not sure why she doesn't say it out loud herself instead of begging silently inside her head. He's not the mind reader.

Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it will be when I bump into her in the living room after a scene like tonight? She is my mother, for all intents and purposes. No one should know stuff like that about their mom, it is just disturbing!

I took off running at full speed, seeking refuge in the wilderness. Where the only thoughts I heard were my own. It didn't take me long to arrive in my sacred meadow. I released a heavy breath, dropped down into the dewy grass and soaked in the calmness. I've been here countless times, but the calming effect is always immediate.

The peace lasted for exactly forty-five seconds before an incredible crashing roar came from deep within the forest. It sounded like an avalanche crushing twenty trees simultaneously. I sat up quickly, willing my senses to hone in on the source.

Surprised, I tuned in quickly to Emmett's loud mental voice.

Tough Girl isn't playing around tonight, knocked me right out of that eighty-foot tree.

Rosalie had him pinned to the forest floor with his arms above his head. Her full breasts were shoved tantalizing in his face. Her pert nipples were clearly outlined against the tight cotton of her blouse.

"Why do you try and escape? Hmm…you know I'll always track you down and have my way with you."

Fuck me, she knows I can't resist her. I don't know why she makes me try.

Emmett lifted his head and kissed her tenderly first on one mound and then the other. He allowed his mouth to open slightly, which resulted in the tiniest bit of tongue to skin contact. She shivered.

Rosalie exhaled audibly and arched her back, sending her hair in a blond cascade down her back. A look of pure satisfaction was plastered on her smug face.

Oh, Beautiful One, I've got you now…

His tenderness caused her to lose her aggressive focus. Emmett took advantage of her weakened grip by pumping his hips, catapulting her about twelve feet in the air. Emmett quickly scrambled to his knees in an attempt to crawl away, but Rosalie came down hard in the center of his broad back.

"Not so fast, Monkey Man."

Monkey Man?

She gripped his shoulder and with characteristic vampire strength flipped him over, straddling him. She looked down at him, enjoying his surprised look. With him at her mercy, her intentions were as clear as her spoken words…

"Time to ride…" she clutched onto his ribs for leverage.

"Babe, you know I'll give you the ride of your life."

He lifted his hips again grinding up into her flesh, which was wet from the friction.

Rosalie laughed and then challenged, "Promises, promises."

I scurried to my feet as quickly as possibly once again fleeing from the 'Disturbia' that is my family's sex-crazed minds. I raced through the trees without a clear destination. How far away would be far enough?

The babbling of running water was music to my ears as I neared the river. I dove off a cliff into the deep pool below, and drifted down to smooth rocks at the bottom.

The current rushed past me, massaging my body as it went. I wondered what it would be like to have a lover, someone to love in the moonlight. I probably should have entertained Tanya when she offered herself physically. It didn't seem like enough.

I know it's old fashioned of me, but I just want it to mean something. I want to want it like my family does- seemingly every second of every day. It's animalistic, selfish, and selfless at the same time. Even though I can't stand to be around it, "beautiful" is the only word to describe it.

I lay there enjoying the silence and wrestling with the loneliness for a couple of hours. I had just begun thinking about the inevitable return home, when the water above me rippled from a disturbance. A fishing hook descended toward me. I wondered who could possibly be fishing at this hour.

Then, Alice's familiar internal voice found me. Unfortunately for me, she was deep in one of her and Jasper's role-playing games.

There's Captain Jasper's hook. I hope he will admire me up close and personal tonight. I could put his full lips to some use.

Suddenly, her form came into view above me. She was dressed in a pink string bikini top with a mermaid fin on the bottom. Alice must have sewn it herself because it was clearly not from a costume shop. It was made of shimmering swimsuit material that fit her like a second skin, showing off her feminine curves.

Alice grabbed the hook and looped it around the center pink string of her top. Jasper began to reel her in, and once she broke the surface of the river, she spoke.

"Captain Jasper, please take me back with you. I am here to serve your needs." Jasper was dressed in an authentic looking sea captain costume, nearly as elaborate as the mermaid one.

"A man of the sea has many needs, my fair maiden. I'm afraid I must let you go once again, it's the only decent thing to do."

Decent? He knows I want to get fucked fourteen ways 'til sunrise.

"Dearest Captain, I know of a man's desires. Unfortunately, my fin is a prison cell. Can I tempt you with my other talents?"

Jasper brought a finger to his full lips as if pondering her offer.

"Come closer and tell me of these talents."

Yes!

Alice wiggled through the water to her captain. When she got close enough, she grabbed the waist of his pants, floated over to him and outlined the profound bulge through the front of the costume with her tongue.

Oh, look how ready he is.

She slid from the tip to the base several times. Jasper hissed as she punctured the fabric with her left canine. I realized that I needed to depart before things got any more intimate.

I thought about going up to Alaska for a visit. It's the beginning of the semester, I can afford the time off. Yes, I could go see what "talents" Tanya possesses. Then perhaps, if things work out…

Shit.

Edward…What are you planning?

You can't leave Forks. Something important is about to happen…

Obviously, not even Jasper's sexual prowess can deter Alice's visions.

I trust Alice, I do. But whatever it is, it will still be here when I return. I decided to go to Alaska. I wanted to leave tonight. Alice continued to argue with me in her head.

Why do you always have to push, Edward? For once, can't you just think positive and trust me?

Um, not really, no.

I don't see what the big deal is. Nothing changes in Forks. Ever. A week in Alaska won't make a bit of difference.

Fine, just ruin it then.

Alice cautiously revealed a vision she's kept hidden in her mind behind an ugly duckling fantasy she conjured up. That was good thinking on her part because she knows I would never willingly pry into that area of her psyche.

A children's book illustration of a brown duck swirled into a vision of two deep chocolate brown eyes, intriguing me. Maybe Alaska could wait a while.

* Thank you for reading.

* All feedback is appreciated. I particularly struggled with the mechanics of how to write mind reading.