Hi. This is my first fanfiction but please don't let that stop you from reading. There may be minor errors. I'm not sure. I had a couple of my friends read and edit for me so, it there is let me know because I'm horrible with grammer and spelling. Anyways please read and review. I have the next chapter finish and if anyone is interested in reading more just say the word and I'll post this. Anyways didn't mean to ramble, just enjoy the story.

FYI this story is rated M for a reason so if you don't like that sort of thing I understand completely. Enjoy :)

Edward'sLeadyLady

E POV

"Fuck'n shit!" I whispered through clenched teeth. This was not good. This was not good at all! Fuck women! Fuck all of women kind! It was times like these when I really hated the female creature. An unsatisfied pussy was no big deal, they would live, blue balls and boners were a lot worse and need catering to.

I undid my jeans and my cock sprung out, impatiently. I groaned. I fucking hated her, that little tease. Now look what I have to deal with! It's too fucking early in the goddamn morning to be doing this shit! Why the fuck does she enjoying doing this to me? Did some guy fuck with her and now she's taking it out on me or some jacked up shit like that?

Now I have to deal with this problem. And I have nothing but my hands and images of her to help this problem. Fuck her! Oh, and while on the topic of fucking people, fuck Carlisle too. It's his damn fault I have to endure that little ass kissing cock tease. So yes, fuck Carlisle and his generosity. His uncanny ability to be all nice and shit all the time. What the hell happened to just saying no? Don't they tell you that in school all the time? When you're offered drugs, just say no. When your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to have sex with you before you're married, just say no. But when your creepy stocker ex girlfriend and her bastard cock tease of a child need a place to crash while she tries to get her shit together, yes seems to be the only answer. She should have just fucking asked him for his credit card and social security number while she's at it.

Well Carlisle is somewhat understandable, I mean I have deep suspicious that he was dropped multiple times in the head when he was a baby, so that's a lost cause, but what really fucking surprised me was Esme. I can't believe she said yes! She seemed so fucking fine with it too! Like the thought of her husband and his ex living under the same roof is such a great idea. I swear sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person in this house who still has their sanity. I mean we all know Emmett lost it ever since he started going out with that bitch cheerleader, Rosalie. I swear sometimes the way she looks at me she's fantasying about killing me. Not sure what her problem is, not like I ever talk to her or anything but then again our first encounter wasn't the best. But if she's still pissed about that then she has to move the fuck on. I mean how was I supposed to know her and Emmett were serious, he's never been able to keep it in his pants for more than a few seconds, it's not my fault. As for Alice, any sanity she had went out the window the second she got that fascination with vampires and entered that freaky, emo phase. It's actually kind of amusing to see Alice in all that dark clothing and heavy make up trying to be all Goth with her overly cheery, bubbly personality.

But what sucks even worse than everyone being fine with two completely strangers taking residence in our house, is that my family actually seems to like them! That's the most mind-blowing thing of all! I mean I guess Renee is okay, whatever. I've tried to steer clear of both of them so I haven't really talked to her or anything but I guess she seems nice enough, minus her stalker qualities of course, but that Bella chick! Ugh! The bare thought of her made my cock twitch. Bitch! The second I saw her I knew things weren't going to go well. And that's before the shit hit the fan.

"Now remember, be nice." Esme said for like the fifth fucking time. What the hell? It's not like she's bring home a baby gazelle home. What does she think we are going to do? Bite them? Well… I turned to Alice; she might, if she believed they were the chosen ones from Satan or some shit like that. I rolled my eyes; I really hoped she gets off that damn obsession soon.

We were sitting down on the couch of the living room, appearing to be the perfect family… yeah fucking right! Emmett was in his football jersey looking really fucking bored. Almost as bored as I felt. But of course anything that doesn't involve beating some guy up for a ball or humping the shit out of Rosalie tends to bore Emmett. The fag… I rolled my eyes again. I turned to Alice in her back get-up. Black stockings underneath a black skirt, black shirt, black boots, black eyeliner, and black lipstick. She looked ridiculous! No wonder vampires stayed indoors during the day time, if they looked anything like how she was dressed they'd scare the living day lights out of anyone who lay eye on them. I shook my head smiling, imaging the look of sheer terror if any of our neighbors were to get a good look at her. It was a good thing we were pretty isolated. People around this area pretty much enjoyed personal space and lots of room so the houses, or more like mansions, were spread out.

"They're here, it's time." Esme had whispered excitedly. Why was she whispering again? Carlisle stood up straighter, adjusting his tie and clearing his throat. What was up with that? They walked towards the door, prepared to greet their guests. Esme threw us a pointed look—one that clearly said behave—before positioning herself next to Carlisle. They looked like the couple on top of a wedding cake, with their pale complexion; light, fitting clothes; fixed, warm, welcoming smiles; and perfect posture.

I glanced out the window to my right and saw a yellow cab pull up in front of our long driveway. My vision was slightly obscured by the thick, light gold curtain hanging around it. I saw the backdoor open revealing a medium height woman with light reddish short hair. She had on a purple long sleeved shirt and black pants. She carried a yellow suitcase with her as she made her way to the truck of the car where the driver seemed to already be, opening it and pulling out two more suitcases.

How long were they staying again? I saw the door on the opposite side of the cab open but all I could make out was brown hair. I heard the trunk close and then the sound of wheels against the pavement.

Esme opened the door then, still wearing her bright smile. "Renee." She simply and stepped back as the red haired women steeped into the house with a suitcase rolling behind her and a bag over her arm. Esme stepped forward and embraced the women in a hug as if they were old friends and not 'the present wife' and 'the psycho ex'. The women- Renee was it? - Seemed a little surprised but hugged Esme back awkwardly because of the suitcase and bag on her arm.

"We are so happy to have you here." Esme said smiling as she released her and—very subtle but I noticed it barely—sized her up.

"Well thank you so much for having us. I want to introduce you to my daughter. Bella?" she called and moved out of the doorway in order to let the girl enter. The girl came in dragging two suitcases along with her—talk about baggage. She had long, brown, wavy hair that framed her very pale face. She had big brown eyes that seemed to pop against her ivory skin. She was short—about a few inches shorter then Esme without heels—and wore a tight long sleeved white shirt and a jean skirt.

"Esme this my daughter Bella. Bella, this is Esme." Renee said.

The Bella chick smiled politely and shook Esme's hand—clearly not ready for a hug—and then said "Thank you so much for having me."

"It's a pleasure really." Smiled Esme.

"Nice to meet you Bella." Carlisle said, speaking up for the first time. Bella turned her attention to him, giving him a smile and handshake.

"Dr. Cullen," she nodded.

"Please, call me Carlisle."

"Carlisle," she smiled.

"These are our children…" he motion to us, our cue to get up, which we did, slowly. "Emmett, Edward, and Alice."

We all had shook hands with Renee and the Bella chick. That's when shit stated to get weird. She shook Emmett's hand first, giving him a small smile. With her tiny little hand in his big ass one, I thought he was gonna crush it. Then she turned to shake my hand. And…she shocked me! The bitch shocked me! We both pulled back immediately and her smile fell. I yanked back my hand and looked at her surprised and pissed. I couldn't read her expression but she seemed…disappointed? She turned quickly to shake Alice's hand before stepping back to her mom's side, looking down, avoiding my gaze.

"…and we really appreciate you lending us a hand."

"No problem Renee, you know you're always welcomed here." Carlisle managed a smile but it looked strained. A sudden silence filled the wrong and hung thick and palpable in the atmosphere. Carlisle shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Esme looked around the room. Renee hugged the Bella chick closer, rubbing her arm.

"The rooms have been prepared sir," Ms. Cope walked in then.

"Oh good, could you please escort Ms. Swan and her daughter and make sure they are settled in," Esme said turning to Ms. Cope.

"Of course ma'm, this way please."

Renee turned to her. "Oh yes, thank you again, I promise we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible." She said trying to pick up all the suitcases.

"Oh don't worry about that, I'll call Mike to come help you with those." Ms. Cope said ushering them upstairs.

Once they were gone Carlisle relaxed visibly but something was still making Esme stand uptight. She turned to us and nodded before taking Carlisle's arm. "Children, make sure to help them with anything they may need. You're father and I will be in the study if anyone needs us." Which is Esme's way of saying 'don't fucking disturb us because I will be giving him hell' or something along those lines. She smiled tightly before leading him to the study.

"What the fuck was up with you?" Emmett said turning to look at me, suddenly looking interested. Of course he noticed….

I decided to play dumb. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. What was the weird handshake?"

I got up. "No idea what your talking about, you should lay off the pot." I didn't feel like talking to Em, so I went upstairs to my room.

As I approached my room I heard movement inside. A "shit!" came from inside, so I opened the door slowly.

When it was completely open I was meet with an ass. Yup, an ass that unmistakable belonged to the Bella-zap-me-with-your-handshake-chick. She was bent down in front of my bed with her ass in the sky and her head on the floor.

"What the fuck?" I said and she jumped hitting her head on the bottom of the bed.

"Shit!" she hissed again and slowly got up and turned to look at me. Blood stained her checks as she found me in the door staring at her equally pissed and confused. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing a shirt anymore. Her boobs held in only a black-laced bra that stood out against her skin. I could feel my always egger cock stir from his sleep.

I tried to ignore that. "What the hell are you doing?" Here? Under my bed? With no shirt?

"I…um…well- was just- and then…so I…um…" she stuttered nervous and continued to point to my bed and then to herself.

"Get the fuck out." I spat annoyed with her mumbling.

"Right." She nodded and made a move to the door but stubbed her toe—on what the carpet? The air? —and came tumbling forward her face landing right in front of the zipper of my jeans. Bong! I could practically hear it.

She gasped. I'm not sure if it was because she fell or because she heard my member like I did, but I didn't care. I grabbed her arm, lifted her to her feet and threw her out the room, shutting the door in her face before she could do anything else.

I wince at the memory of her shirtless in my room. It wasn't helping my current situation out at all. My dick was still standing tall and proud…and throbbing. Ugh! I need to take care of this…now. I was really staring to get sick of this. She had only been here for a week so far and I was already jacking off practically every morning, night, lunch and—on a really bad day—before dinner. Sometimes I would have to pay a last minute and unexpected trip to my room or the restroom whenever the bitch did something extremely cock teasey. Like on Monday when she dropped ice cream on the kitchen floor and leaned down to clean it up while wearing that extremely low cut shirt. I had walked into the kitchen—looking for some leftover roast beef from lunch—and was greeted with a peep show. Needless to say I lost my appetite for roast beef and made a quick run to the bathroom. And on Wednesday when she wore that very short skirt and ran up the stairs. Of course I just happened to look up and there it was! A bouncing ass right in front of me. That was another unscheduled trip to the bathroom. Or just now as I passed her in a hallway, she was madly licking the lollipop in her hand. She was completely unaware of me just a few feet in front of her, as she had no mercy on the lollipop—or me for that matter—and licked the living shit out of it. That woke my dick right up! And so here I am. I've been using the guest bathroom lately since it just so happens my bathroom—which is attached to my room—is also attached to hers. Which means I have to go in really early or really late to take care of business—the usual shower, brush teeth ect. —or I might risk running into her. This fucking sucks! I can't even use the damn bathroom in my own fucking house however I like! I fucking hate that bitch! I swear she's going to drive me fucking insane.

"Edward! Dinner!" Fuck. That was Esme's voice.

Damn it! Was it already that time? Ugh! I can't go out like this! I'm going to have to take care of this quickly. Fuck. Oh well…

I slowly put my hands around my shaft. Damn it I was hard! I quickly skinned through pictures of hot girls in my head. Nothing seemed to be working so of course I conjured a picture of the Bella chick and almost immediately my cock throbbed excitedly. Ugh! This is just sick! I can't believe I have to do this thinking of her. I stroke my cock softly; trying to imagine it was her soft little electrifying hand. I stroke it again, making the picture in my head more vivid. I shut my eyes. I imagined her little hands stroking me as she studied me with her big brown eyes. I took some of the pre-cum from the tip of my dick and used it as a lubricant. I imagined it was her rubbing it up and down my cock…slowly…agonizingly slowly, just like the little tease she is. I imagined her eyes light up then darken as she realized the effect she was having on me. I bite my lip and gave myself a light squeeze. I imagine her wicked smile as she started to slide her hand up and down, pumping me, slowly. Yes, she would do it slowly; she would torture the living hell out of me. Then the memory of her and the lollipop sprung into my head. I imagined her smile grow wider as she would lower herself so that her hot breath fell on my dick. I squeezed again. She would give it a quick lick, fast and easy, just testing. But that would earn a groan from me. She would smile again. Then she would lick the entire left size. More pre cum came, I used it. Then she would lick the right size, I imagined her long hair fall over her shoulder and land on my thigh as she teased me. Then, without warning but still very slowly and carefully, she would open her mouth and let me completely in. Ugh! The perfect fit! I'd hit the back of her throat and she'd moan. Then she'd take her little hand and wrap it around the base of my dick as she worked me, I started pumping faster. I could just imagine her head bounce up and down between my legs as she finished her teasing and got down to work. I pumped even faster and tightened my grip, I groaned quietly at the friction. Then she'd bite me—oh yeah she looked like a biter—gently, but still enough to get a low growl out of me. Then she'd take me completely out of her mouth and slam me back in. I almost groaned out loud again as I quickened my pace and then…. BAMB! I came. Just like that. I imagined her satisfied smile and then I opened my eyes.

I sighed. Release. I relaxed. It felt like I just released all the pressure and tension in my body and now I was floating or some shit.

"Edward!"

I roll my eyes. It never lasts long. I looked around me. I made a little mess. I jumped up and got some napkins from my desk. I recently put a pile there especially for occasions like this. I cleaned up quickly and changed boxers before slipping on my jeans.

"Edward now!" Esme called again.

I opened the door and ran out. When I reached the dinning room I saw the only empty seat next to the Bella chick. I sighed. Dinner next to the tease. Well this should be interesting…