The silence was so deafening to her ears. Bella gently tucked her bright-red hair behind her ears, and stepped inside slowly. She gently knocked upon the door to which it swung open.
"...Dad?"
She called out cautiously before entering. She knew Alice would not of let her come here if something was wrong but... The door was open... Charlie never left the door open or unlocked. Unless Edward was there as well.
"Edward, Dad?...are you here?"
She set her bag down upon the wooden floor and meandered through the thin hallway, there was a sudden crash from upstairs.
"..! Dad?"
She finally managed to whimper out. Her hand grasping desperately for something to hold onto. For security, for defense. Bella grabbed a log stoker from the fireplace parapet, and stepped lightly up the stairs, her voice softened. She gulped.
"Dad...?...Edward?"
She gently put a hand on her room door and pushed it open. Oh, god. What... Her mind went blank, she dropped the poker, it caused a hole in the wood floor. Bella let off a horrendous screech and fell to her ass.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
The sight to which Bella saw is forthwith explained:
The pale, golden haired, sweat covered boyfriend below her naked dad, with connecting hips.
Yes.
Her father, and her fiancee, were having anal sex.
Charlie's hand wrapped swiftly around Edward's pale, muscular stomach, the other pulling his hair back like a lioness grabbing her cub.
Edward, with a grip like no other and nearly tearing them off, had encased his fingers around the edges of her bed-posts and were pulling the (pardon the pun) wood right off, Nearly splintering her childhood memories.
Every thrust that came to pass allowed Edward's voice to climb louder, and higher, and his cries to become more breathy, and more eager to orgasm. Neither of the two had seen, or heard, or even realized they had been caught.
Charlie continued to thrust, this time letting go of his hair and pulling one leg up to meet his stomach, allowing his thick, throbbing cock more space to ram directly into his asshole, and right into his prostate.
That was it, the final straw, after the last hour of meditation, and torture, Edward orgasmed, throwing his head back against Charlie's shoulder spraying the thick, gooey, white cum all over the pillow in front of him.
With the sudden rapture come to point, Charlie could feel the inner walls wrapping tightly around the throbbing cock, he too orgasmed, the creamy liquid dripping down Edward's pale inner legs. Both trembling with excitement, and relief.
To which, the quickly regaining consciousness within him self, Edward lifted his head to kiss Charlie, only to realize the door was open, and a fainted Bella laying outside the room.
"...I had hoped she would of found us sooner." Edward whispered. "An audience is nice"