A/N : I know, I'm totally getting back into this whole writing thing. ;)

Rated M; I know. However, there's incest. Don't like? Don't read. :)

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The cold March air hit the back of my neck and I shivered. There'd been no forewarning of a storm, the weatherman didn't let us in on the secret today.

Hundreds of people milled about the grandiose ball room, pastel dresses and black suits sprang forth, showing only fake glee and cheer on their peach coloured faces. I glanced down at my own tailored suit and sighed, once again, at the idea of dressing up for such a thing; my cousins came every year. The same party, the same inane people, every god damned year.

There was a slight buzz of anticipation, however, where ever I walked. I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, that something big would happen. The thought lingered in my mind the entire night, I just couldn't place said thought on one single person.

"Edward, you'll feel much warmer inside. Now, stop being such an anti-social and chat with your cousin, Rosalie." My mother rushed me into the room, out to the expanse of kitchen that was adorned by the most expensive cookware on the market. A young, pretty little blonde haired girl sat on a stool, stirring a drink around with her pinky finger. My cousin was a bore, although we got along well in our silence.

The two of us sat across from each other; I swallowed drink after drink to rid myself of the gnawing part of me that wanted to punch something. She didn't talk, neither did I.

Silence engulfed me until I found myself choking to say something, to rid ourselves of the tension that never used to surround her presence before. Perhaps it was the fact that young Rosalie had reached the age where she was becoming a woman, her figure had slimmed and she'd attained slight curves for hips. It seemed as her breasts were near pouring out of the tight corset, that perfected her body to her mother's accordance, when just a couple years ago her chest rose and fell with each breath, not with the jutting of womanhood.

I squeezed my throat for something, some word that would make all the shame I felt for looking at my cousin go away, something that would make us younger and good friends once again. The hand that near closed off my air supply gripped my mouth as a sudden wave of nausea hit my stomach like a speeding train coming to a halt.

Rosalie fretted around, trying to hold my face or my neck, I couldn't really tell you, but I waved her off and stumbled, not realizing how drunk I was, outside onto a balcony. The fresh, cold air sobered me up, the sweat froze on my brow.

The aftertaste of rum and a small bit of vomit sat in the very back of my throat, but I really couldn't've cared less. The backyard was beginning to fill with the numerous drunks that thought they could handle the cold. A few adventurous women strolled out to save their suitors from embarrassing themselves, yanking many by their collars back into the house.

In the bright moonlight, I spotted one lady that walked far past the confines of my parents' backyard. The treeline took her, I assumed she was going to see the view of the spectacular, shimmering lake that was nestled in the small valley surrounding our property. I don't know what I expected, I kept staring in the direction that she left. Perhaps I was waiting for her to come back.

"Edward?" Her small voice reached me before I got time to jump from the cold hand on my neck. I, stumbling, turned about to look down into her crystal blue eyes. Rosalie. She'd been dating my best friend, Emmett, for the past four months and, from what Emmett told me, he was planning on asking for her hand in marriage. The two had been friends for years, but the goof that my friend'd been in high school had diminished what Rosalie thought as a devastatingly gorgeous man. As he grew up, he matured. Or well, pretended to be mature for the sake of scoring with Barbie.

"Rosalie, uh..." I shook my head, trying to figure out where I was... The kitchen... Sitting across from Rosalie, staring at her...

"What are you doing out here?"I looked at her face, analyzing her. She was beautiful, of course, my whole family seemed to inherit the 'beautiful people' gene.

"I just came out to see how you're doing." Her hand was on my shoulder now, it seemed to scorch under my gaze. I coughed, breaking the tension, and she pulled her hand away from me quickly. "Um, have you seen Emmett around?" She fluttered her eyelashes up at me, in that pretentious, girly way that she does, and Rosalie folded her hands together around her waist.

"Actually, no. I haven't seen him for a while. Maybe..." I understood.

Her lips came into contact with mine... Those soft, feeble, plump lips. I should've saw this coming, should have known what she was hinting around at, even my drunken mind should have been able to understand that my cousin was coming on to me. I'd always seen her ogling me, whenever we'd go swimming or when I hopped out of the shower in just a towel. I should've stopped it.

But, there was no stopping Rosalie Hale when she wanted something, I've heard.

Her hands ran up into my hair, pulling and tugging, and I couldn't push her away. I would tell anyone else that it was because she was a woman, my relative, that I couldn't hurt her that way, but the truth was that I'd always wanted to experience this. I wanted to know how she felt, how Rosalie would react to my every touch.

Her lips molded with mine, her hips unconsciously ground against my own tightening pants. I shouldn't condone this, I should just push her away. Tell her that it's impossible.

Rosalie lifted my chin and I saw the pure lust and want in her eyes. She's only eighteen. I shivered, my face probably reflected my anxiety over the entire situation, I noticed, when her face fell. It didn't deter her, however.

The chair on the far end of the balcony provided me with great relief from having to stand, supporting Rosalie's weight against my drunken body. I sank into the cushions, revelling in the feel of her weight pressing down against my entire body, her legs straddling my thighs. She gripped my face between her tiny, pale hands and just looked into my eyes for a few moments, as if trying to convey some sort of secret message that was too important to say aloud. My drunken mind, however, could only register the way her crotch felt in it's proximity to my own. How the heat coming from her mouth seeped down around my neck and along my spine. I shivered, latching my mouth to hers.

I ran my hands down along her corseted body, up along the dress to her breasts that spilled out. I fumbled, trying to release those glorious mounds of flesh from the tight bodied, pastel purple gown that seemed to wash out her light peach skin tone. I supposed that was the style now, for women; pastels. It was a horrible trend, I always considered bright colours to set off a woman's skin tone very nicely.

Rosalie groaned when I grasped her taut, pink nipple from the confines of the dress, tweaking and pinching until she was wriggling above me. I could feel the grin on my face spread and I flipped us over, leaving a gasping and confused Rosalie in the patio chair. I took a few steps back, admiring my younger cousin. The word cousin barely phased me, the alcohol in my system could make my mother look like an eligible bachelorette. Maybe that's a little far...

Rosalie hooked her index finger in her bottom lip, tugging while she moaned up at me. Her one breast that was near revealed tightened and goosebumps appeared around her nipple. Shivers ran up my spine at the sight, Rosalie slowly grinding her hips into her hand that rested above the cleft between her legs. I lunged forward, biting at Rosalie's lip, sucking her tongue into my mouth. Her breath was hot against my skin as I lowered my mouth to her neck, licking at her neck and back to her ear.

"Edward..." Her high pitched voice was lower than usual, the rough intensity of her lust coming through.

"Yes, Rosalie?" I smiled, kissing her earlobe before softly biting into it, making her squeal.

"Please." Just that one simple word. I knew what she wanted, what any girl would want in her position. However, I've been told I'm a pretentious asshole, so I couldn't just give in. Even while plastered, I knew better than to let her away with just that.

"Please what, little cousin?" She froze when I said cousin, probably thinking that I was suggesting stopping this, which would be near impossible at the moment. I'm sure my balls would turn a permanent shade of sapphire blue. I roughly grabbed her breasts, then, to let her know that I was in no way insinuating the termination of this session. She gasped aloud and fisted her hands in my hair.

"Ed-" I ran my hand along the calf of her left leg that was viewable, raking my fingernails along the vein that was near prominent on the underside of her knee. She screamed again, almost in frustration, and smacked my hand away from her. I stood back a foot or so from where she lounged, sticking some puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip onto my face.

"Edward, you little fucker." I'd never heard Rosalie cuss so much in my life. "Come here, and fuck me." Well, the girl knew what she wanted, I supposed.

I raised an eyebrow and she wiggled her finger, gesturing for me to come forth. The stern look on her face told me that she was completely serious now, no more teasing and joking around. And, that was quite alright with me; when I sobered up I'd definitely be feeling more than guilty about this.

Rosalie stood slowly, shaking her dress from her body. I raked my eyes up and down her figure, almost womanly, yet with still a hint of childlike features. Her perky breasts led to a fantastic waistline, where Rosalie rested her hands waiting for my approval. I licked my lip, biting down on my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning. Light, blonde hair covered her pussy, leaving little to the imagination.

I took slow, deliberate steps towards her, making sure she wouldn't rethink this and run away. I looked into those bright, blue eyes that screamed at me to hurry my movements. When I was only an inch or two from her body, I cupped her cheek and kissed every inch of that beautiful, angular face. Rosalie folded her arms under her breasts, seemingly not impressed with the pace of my actions, once again. I was used to going slow with my virginal prey.

I rushed ahead, grinding my clothed hips into her bare ones. She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging at the copper hair that stuck off there. We kissed furiously for just seconds before she was clutching the bottom of my shirt, pulling it out of my pants. Rosalie made quick work of the buttons up the front of my starch white shirt, tossing it to the side after she yanked it off my motionless arms.

I felt her nipples press up against my chest when she stood on her toes, whispering into my ear how much she wanted me. I was numb, I didn't realize when she began unbuckling my belt and untying my shoes. The teeth of the zipper sounded in the night air as she tugged on the pull, trying desperately to remove my tight black pants. The bulge in my boxer shorts was now extremely visible through the white and I heard Rosalie swallow a big gulp of air.

"Wow." Rosalie muttered under her breath and I never bothered to ask her what she said. I turned my head to the side, watching her release my growing erection from my shorts. I saw her bite her lip, she ran her hand up the length of my cock. As if she'd never seen one before.

"Rosalie." My voice was hoarse and I tried to clear whatever lump that existed there. "Have you... Are you still..." I trailed off, not sure how to ask my little cousin if she'd ever been fucked.

"Yeah, Edward. I'm a virgin." My mind halted, stopped thinking about all the things that I was going to do to her. Fuck, she must be so tight.

She looked worried, as if I'd turn her down now that I knew I'd be her first. It actually made me feel quite special, that she'd want me to do it, not her boyfriend-my best friend- Emmett. My dick was throbbing just thinking about invading her pussy, breaking her. I moaned and tugged her face up to mine. She straddled my lap and her pussy brushed against my straining erection.

"Edward, you're awfully big, though." How nice of her to notice. No matter the truth behind the sentence, and no matter how big of an ego boost it was to hear a girl say that, it did pose a difficult problem. She was a virgin.

"We'll just have to take it slow, Rosie." I called her Emmett's nickname, and regretted it soon after. However, it seemed she didn't mind as she just continued rocking her hips forward, gaining some sort of friction from my cockhead brushing against her clit.

Rosalie nodded her head and I grasped her hips tightly with my two hands. My self control wasn't the greatest, but I had to keep her comfort in mind. She was my cousin, after all.

I kissed her neck lightly and began lowering her body onto mine, her lips spreading to engulf my dick. It was hard to keep from thrusting all the into her in one sweep, but I kept going slowly. Rosalie froze above me when I got about two inches into her tight cunt, preparing herself for the pain of breaking through her hymen. I brought one hand up to massage her back and neck, trying to relax her.

"Are you ready?" Rosalie shied away from my question, ducking her head into my shoulder. I nudged her cheek and licked my way to her ear.

She shivered and giggled, nodding her head. "Yes, Edward."

I smiled down at her and thrust all the way into her body. She screamed into my body, her pussy pulsated around my cock. Fuck, was she ever tight. She cried at me, mainly for surprising her, but partly in the pleasure that must've began radiating through her body. She started squirming on my dick, rocking her hips slightly. I took that as a sign that she was over the pain.

I pinched her tight nipples and she began rising and lowering her pussy on my dick. I began meeting her thrust for thrust, revelling in the great sensations running through me, from my cock all the way up and down my body. Soon, my lust took control of every movement in me and I began fucking my cousin wildly. Rosalie screamed and moaned and I picked up the pace.

She clutched onto the arms of the chair we were occupying to keep from falling and I just kept fucking her. Nothing registered in my mind, except for the intense pressure that was building in my lower abdomen. The sound of skin slapping skin was all over the balcony, probably echoing into the kitchen behind us, as well.

Before the realization kicked in that she was moving, I flipped us over so that I was looming over Rosalie. I propped one of her toned legs over my shoulder, hitting a brand new spot inside her. She took almost all of my nine inches of cock, not without pain though, and I near came when she began rubbing her clit roughly.

Rosalie tossed her head from side to side, clenching her eyes shut. An endless stream of cussing and moaning poured from her mouth, her lips kept the form of a perfect little 'o'. "Edward. Ed-" Breathlessly, she tried to say my name. I fucked her even harder.

Before orgasm overtook the two of us, I glanced down to where my dick was penetrating her pussy. It was fucking glorious. Her lips seemed to swallow my pulsing cock, each thrust near turned her pussy a brighter pink red colour. I lowered my hand to where we met, rubbing her thighs and the soft hair that fell about her mound. A satisfied groan came from Rosalie's mouth and I massaged her ass. She was rotating her hips now, trying to get me to hit some spot along her inner walls.

My thrusts were sporadic and I was losing control of myself. I could see the same happening in Rosalie; her pussy clenched even harder around my dick. I placed the pad of my thumb on her lip, her tiny pink tongue came out to lick it slowly. After sucking on that thumb for a few seconds, I removed it, strings of saliva running from her mouth.

I pressed that thumb onto the button of her asshole. She squeezed her bottom, trying to rid herself of the foreign feeling. I spread her ass cheeks, however, and pushed the tip of my thumb into her anus. She squealed, bucked forward and then calmed down some. Rosalie relaxed, allowing me to thrust my thumb into her ass in time with my dick.

Minutes, perhaps seconds, later, Rosalie screamed out and came all over my cock, milking my orgasm from me in turn. I kept pushing into her body, prolonging both our highs, then deadpanned.

I fell forward atop her body, laying my head on her chest. I felt cum running from her pussy, dripping down my cock and ass. Jesus christ, I just fucked my cousin. With this in my head, I quickly pulled myself from her, stood, and began picking up my clothing.

Rosalie propped herself up on her elbows and watched my frantic movements. "You didn't like it?" She frowned and averted her eyes from mine.

Before I had time to even think about a response, my head cocked to the side at the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen just a few feet from us.

Rosalie's eyes widened, she lunged forward as quietly as possible to grab her dress.

Before either of us had time to cover ourselves, make us look presentable in the slightest, the door slid to the side.

I should've known that I couldn't get away with it.

This may turn into a story. With maybe a couple more chapters. If I get creative.

So, help me out? Give me some inspiration; I could use some new music to listen to. ;)