Two for the price of One
Title : Sultry Southern Summertime
Pairing: Emmett/Esme/Edward (yep, triple E)
Word Count: 4059
Summary : Edward spends the summer with his cousin and gets to know the abandoned Mrs. Cullen better than he could have ever expected.
Disclaimer : Adult situations and scenarios. Emmett and Edward are eighteen, if just barely. If you're not. Go Away. Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I just like to play with them.
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Ms. Cullen sat on the dock as she did every August afternoon. I watched her come and dip her toes in the lake, fanning herself with her sun hat, trying to cool off in the heat of the afternoon. Just as I had last summer. I'd never asked what happened to Mr. Cullen. When I came to town two years ago, moving in with my cousins Emmett and Alice, he was already out of the picture.
Today she wore white eyelet and the sun beat on it and her. She had dots of perspiration on her forehead, which faded as she fanned herself with the straw hat.
"I see you there, Edward Masen," she called, not looking in my direction. "I might not be a momma, but I can still have eyes in the back of my head."
I stepped around the apple tree I was half-tucked behind. "Afternoon, Ms. Cullen."
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Esme? It's a perfectly simple name. No more breath than Edward or Emmett - and yes, boy, I do see you in that oak tree. You can come on down, too."
I turned to see Emmett swinging out of the tree he'd been hiding in. How long had he been there? He left the house before me. He landed on the dock behind Ms. Cullen with a thud. I worried for the old wood, expecting it to snap under his sudden weight. It didn't seem to splinter though, and he stepped out to sit beside the beautiful woman and hang his feet in the water with her.
"What can I say? It was a nice view." He flashed those endearing dimples of his, and Ms. Cullen smiled back.
"You flatter me, boy. I might not be old enough to be your Momma, but I'm old enough to give you a lickin' and send you home." She put her hat on her head and swatted his arm.
"Well, it's not flattery to say that your form graces this dirty old watering hole. I think a pig could grace this thing," he muttered looking at the muddy reeds to his left.
She punched his arm this time. "Don't be disrespecting my lake, McCarty. This here is fine, clean water and if you need proof, I'll push you in it."
"I think I'd be taking you with me, Esme." He continued to grin at her. That was Emmett, muscle-bound and muscle-brained.
"Well, boy, I wouldn't turn that down. The only reason I'm not in there already is that I sensed a couple pairs of eyeballs that would notice me pull off this dress."
Surely I hadn't heard that right. "Ms... Cullen?" I stammered.
She looked over her shoulder at me and laughed loudly. "Oh, my dear boy. Did I embarrass you?" She continued to laugh.
"Yeah, Eddie's eyes might pop if he saw a pair of real titties." Emmett clapped a hand over his mouth. "Beggin' your pardon," he murmured to Ms. Cullen.
She continued to laugh. "Well, I'd hate for that to happen! He'd miss all the fun of what's below."
This time Emmett's eyes bulged. "Be... I think I might take you up on that. I haven't seen that either!"
So crass. How had my aunt not raised him better than this? "Excuse him, Ms. Cullen." I said sitting on the dock behind her. "I think he actually was born in the barn." I put my feet to Emmett's back and pushed him over the edge into the water with a splash.
"Oh you're gettin' it, Eddie."
"Edward," I told him in a hiss. I hated being called Eddie.
"You gave him a front row seat though."
I held my breath as Ms. Cullen moved beside me, shifting her sundress up her legs. Emmett shook water out of his hair and put his arms on the dock smiling up at her. "Thanks, Edward," he murmured, not sparing a glance for me.
Why would he? Esme's legs were bared to him, white and smooth. She had a scar just above her right knee that was old and faded, but otherwise, they were flawless. She pulled until the cotton was free from beneath her and then moved it over her head. "Put that up on the shore, would you, Edward?" she asked.
I couldn't answer. I couldn't make anything but my eyes work. She was still wearing a pair of bloomers, but that was all. Her white breasts were round and pert. Her belly had a very slight bulge, making it soft rather than hard, and my eyes came back up to those bosoms. Emmett was right, I hadn't seen any before. Were they big? I didn't think so. They hadn't seemed so when they were in her dress, but now they seemed huge and I couldn't stop staring.
"Close your mouth, boy. You'll catch flies," she said as she slipped the bloomers down to her ankle. She passed those to me as well, shoving them into my hand when it didn't respond. Then she slipped off the edge of the dock beside Emmett. I was certain he was staring too. "And put that on the shore. I want them clean when I get out."
I turned just long enough to put the dress on the grass before jumping in after them.
"Cooler?" Emmett asked, tossing her hat up beside the dress. It spun in circle before landing atop beside the pile of fabric.
"Why, yes, thank you. Get your peek?" she asked, unabashed.
"Yes, and thank you." I cringed again at his lack of civility. I hadn't seen more of that than a triangle of hair, but being that her chest was still blazing behind my eyes, I was happy with what I'd gotten.
"So tell me, Esme, are you prone to taking your clothes off in front of eighteen year-old boys?" Emmett asked, pulling his knees up between him and the shore.
"About as prone as you are to watching mature women sunbathe on splintery old docks, McCarty, you smart-mouth." She splashed him and he pushed off the dock arching backwards to dive into the water. I noticed her follow his progress.
"He isn't offending you, is he?" I asked, sheepishly.
She hooked her arm on the dock and rested her cheek on her fist. "Why certainly not. A woman can enjoy being appreciated. Been a while since anyone has." Her eyes drifted off.
"What happened to Mr. Cullen?" I asked.
"Edward," Emmett hissed coming up behind Esme.
"No, it's alright, Emmett. He doesn't know. Mr. Cullen left me for another man. It's not known outside our little town, praise be, but it's a bit embarrassing all the same." She sunk under the water, seemingly trying to avoid us.
I felt her hands on my hips though, and if my body hadn't responded to the sight of hers, it was definitely reacting to her touch. She braced on me as she pulled herself back up out of the water. She tossed her hair back, spraying Emmett in the face. "Hmm, seems both you boys enjoyed the view," she teased, her fingers still hooked in my waist band.
"I... I..." There was no gentlemanly answer, was there?
"Ah, his body saying what his mouth can't?" Emmett winked at me around Esme's shoulder. "I got nothin' to hide," he declared, slapping his cut off pants on the dock. I watched Esme's eyes widen at the sound. She licked her lips, and I felt myself twitch under her hands.
She must have felt it, too, because she moved one hand from my hip to the front, watching my eyes. Hers were brown, clear as amber. Little black flecks in them like amber, too. I was frozen in place, just like them. I held my breath as she unbuttoned my cut offs.
"Why does Edward get all the attention?"
"Hush you," she muttered, breaking eye contact just long enough to hiss over her shoulder. "Because Edward isn't as comfortable with this. Or are you?" she asked, leveling me with that look again.
I took hold of my waistband and tucked my legs under me, pulling the pants off. I closed my eyes as I dropped them on the dock next to Emmett's.
"Does this mean I get attention?" Emmett asked, looking at Esme over her shoulder.
She shook her head carefully, still bumping Emmett's nose. "Yes, darling, now you can have some attention, before you spear me with that meat hook you've got packing there."
Once again, I was flabbergasted. Was she really referring to... and it was... and he was... Nope, my brain stopped trying. "I don't think I can do this," I said feeling a little ill.
"Oh, sweetie," Esme cooed bringing her hands to my cheeks. "No one's asking you to do anything. You just take it easy, alright?" She smiled softly at me. Then she turned, although she was still close enough that I felt the tip of me skate over her skin. I groaned as it did.
"And you," she addressed Emmett in the same chastising tone she'd been using most of the afternoon, gripping his shoulders as she spun. "You stop being so hard on your cousin. Just 'cause he isn't as quick to grab a girl as you are, doesn't mean you rough him up, got it? That's just fine. Everything in its own time." She lifted herself up, half out of the water. Enough distance had opened that I only felt the ripples, not the movement itself. "Now, what sort of attention did you want?"
Her face was slightly higher than Emmett's and he slipped his gaze from her to me then back up at her again. "I think you've already figured that out." I noticed his grip on the dock tighten, his knuckles turning white. Then Esme tossed her head back.
"Damn, boy, you are big. What does your mother feed you?"
"Anything I want," he said continuing to grin, but then his eyes closed and his grin widened into a grimace. "Aye-yah," he cried out shaking his head. "So that's what that feels like."
Esme chuckled. "That's what that feels like, alright. I'd almost forgotten myself. Mmm. Gimme that mitt of yours."
I couldn't see where she put Emmett's hand, but it was obvious she had a use for it. She started moving in the water.
"Edward," Emmett whispered, "get over here."
I slid close enough that Emmett grabbed my hand and pulled it around to Esme's breast. "You ogled them enough." He latched back onto the dock before Esme was pulled under with him.
I was close enough now to feel each bob she made on Emmett, close enough to hear her breathing rasp and the quiet string of cusses she was letting loose.
I still felt strange, like I was doing something I really shouldn't be. Her movements made her nipple move up and down on my hand and I caught it between my fingers, holding for a moment.
"Yes, like that," she panted, putting her hand over mine. "Just like that."
She pinched my fingers together and Emmett let out a, "shit," just before encouraging me as well. "She's not kidding, just like that."
I still hadn't figured out where Emmett's other hand was. Hooking my elbow on the dock, I reached the other around so that I had both her breasts.
Now, to keep my hold, I had to be close, and she was pinned between Emmett and me, sliding over my dick. I thought I might blow from that alone, feeling her backside holding me.
"Jesus," Emmett cursed. His hair brushed my cheek as he tucked it into Esme's shoulder groaning. "Dammit." He moaned.
Esme's breath caught. Her head tipped back on top of mine. "Ah, yes. Mmmm."
Emmett lifted his head as she lowered hers. "Was that... I mean, did you..."
She was turned just enough for me to see her smirk. "Not quite yet. Don't be disappointed." I heard a slapping of water as she patted his cheek.
"Edward?" she asked looking over her shoulder. She leaned forward enough to slide me down. "Are you alright with this?"
Something had changed. It was so different from feeling her moving over me as she rode Emmett. The tip of me slipped into her and my hands dropped to her hips, pulling her onto my dick. I was sheathed in her and it was amazing. Sensations running my whole length, not just points. I threw my head back and we started to sink in the water.
Emmett grabbed her waist, over my hands and pulled us up.
I hooked my elbow on the dock again and thrust my hips out and in. It was instinctual. I didn't know how to move to please her, just that I had to move against her, move along that wonderful corridor that held me fast. The water was cold compared to her and I drove deeper.
"Oh, hey. This is much easier now," Emmett said, grinning. One of his hands passed mine to touch Esme's groin. Was that what he'd been doing earlier? I slid my hand toward his.
"Check this out," he said with a wink to me. Then he grabbed my hand and pushed it through her hair, to where it stopped. She tightened on me and cursed.
"Well, if you've got that, Edward," Emmett said with another wink. He sunk a little in the water and I watched him latch his mouth onto one of Esme's breasts.
"Jesus," she cussed, grinding harder on me. "You are going to let Edward find out, are you?" she murmured, neither of us understanding. I felt myself throb, though, a result of her grinding. Was she squeezing me? It felt like it, but it was so hard to tell. I continued as I had, thrusting while rubbing the spot she seemed to like.
Emmett pulled on her breast, and Esme seemed to start quivering. She stopped swearing, stopped panting, almost holding her breath. Then she shook, her hips rocking on mine, definitely squeezing me. I felt the heat build in my belly and knew I was going to blow. Never before had it gripped me so completely, or release been so sweet.
"Yes," she hissed as I did, relaxing at the same time.
"No way!" Emmett was pissed. "I didn't know that was what you meant. I was ready." He slapped his hand on the dock.
Esme chuckled. "Good news for you, then. Unlike you, it comes faster the second time." She turned to me now. "How are you doing?"
"Amazing," I said without thinking.
She chuckled. "Well, I aim to please."
"You aim well," Emmett said, kissing her cheek.
She laughed again. "You and your smart-mouth," she said shaking her head. She pulled herself up on the dock. This time we both got a good look. I don't know how long I stared, leering, until Emmett's big curly head blocked my view.
"Ah! You sure... Yes, you're sure," Esme moaned, her fingers winding in his curls and shifting forward. "God, that's good."
I pulled myself up onto the dock next to Esme and moved sit astride and behind her, letting her recline on me. Her eyes were fluttering, but she looked up with appreciation. "Thank you, Edward. Oh!" That's... just what I need."
Her eyes squeezed shut again and I kissed her furrowed brow as Emmett continued his explorations between her legs. I was looking forward to having a chance to do that myself.
"I need it, Esme," he said suddenly, pulling himself up onto the dock and crashing atop both of us. We groaned, pinned beneath him and his weight.
"You oaf!" I yelled, trying to wriggle out. He had already locked his lips on hers and rocked his hips into hers.
Well, sitting around watching wasn't nearly as much fun. I started to move away, but Esme reached out to me, seizing my knee. I stopped and her fingers walked up the inside of my thigh, pulling me toward her. Well... I could stay.
Her fingers reached for my dick, and it hardened at her touch, filling the length of hand. She licked her lips as she watched the head disappear behind her fingers. I leaned into her, shifting on my knees and moving closer to her head.
"You are so sexy, Esme. God, I have dreamed of this..." Emmett moaned.
"Since you were fourteen?" she retorted, chuckling. It turned into a gasp and she arched, tightening her grip on me and making me groan as well.
"About that long," Emmett replied, chuckling.
She turned her head to me, and pulled me down, licking the tip of me, pushing back my foreskin. I thought my heart stopped. After stroking a few more times, she did the same again, putting the tip of me in her mouth.
It seemed awkward, and I moved to straddle her head. She grinned and pulled more of me into her mouth, causing my head fall forward. The warmth and softness of her mouth drove me only slightly less wild than those below. Here, her teeth occasionally grazed me, making me arch and fight against pressing myself into her.
She released me long enough to mutter, "Good Lord, boy, you are a fast learner." It wasn't addressed to me. She didn't take me in her mouth again, stroking me erratically. I looked over my shoulder to see what Emmett was doing. He had one ivory leg pushed up to his shoulder, and the other held by the knee. I could see him disappearing into her as I had been into her mouth.
Looking toward Emmett, I could also see her dark nipples, pinched and ridged to points. Twisting again, moving to her side, I bent, covering one with my mouth. My tongue rolled over it, feeling the ripples, the dip at the top, the slight bumps around the edge.
"Shit, here it comes. Don't... bite..."
My brow creased, unsure what she meant, but I recognized the tension in her belly.
Of course, I wouldn't bite, but maybe I could... Dragging my teeth lightly over the nipple in my mouth, I pulled on the other with my finger and thumb, just as lightly, a small pinch.
Small effort, but amazing result. She and Emmett both let out a series of grunts and I thought the dock might shake apart from the violence of his thrusts into her. Her hand clenched, making me wince, but my lips stayed locked on her breast, sucking it in as she arched.
Emmett slowed, rolling himself right back into the water and resting his head on his arms. "Holy shit. That was incredible."
Esme continued to lay on the dock, breathing deeply, eyes hooded. She was beautiful. Her husband was a fool. My fingers followed the line of her cheek, her lips.
She chuckled a little. "Not falling in love are you, Edward. I think your parents might frown upon that."
Ignoring her, I dragged the tips of my fingers down her throat, around a breast, down her side to her hip, then just the index finger over her hip bone, into the dark hair between her thighs. She shivered when I reached that point.
"Are you cold?" I asked, finally feeling more comfortable.
She pursed her lips. "Perhaps. You going to warm me up?" Her eyes opened and she reached for me again, closing those deceptively strong fingers around me and stroking.
My eyes closed at the sensation. "If you'd like."
"At least come back in the water so I can play, too," Emmett complained.
I gave him a look of pure loathing. Then I returned to my slow trail of discovery, finding the bright red skin beyond the hair, and the nub that I had been brushing in the water.
"Shit, Edward, stop teasing me," Esme moaned, her head back on the dock.
Emmett shook his head at me from the water, but I barely saw it. My eyes were trained on the fluid slowly flowing out of her. Emmett's, but not all of it, I thought. Tracing the dripping entry, she arched, groaning. She tightened around my finger, and I pressed in.
Emmett snickered. Fortunately, Esme didn't hear, but I shot him a warning glance anyway. He'd had his turn, this was mine. He rolled his eyes and climbed, dripping, out of the water. He laid down, kicking me in the back and put his face to Esme's, kissing first her mouth and then her neck. After glaring at the offending feet, I turned back to the woman laying before me, to my fingers disappearing inside her.
As much as I wanted to put my dick there again, there was a clarity in what I did now, a focus. I watched her reactions to each stroke, each twitch of my fingers, and I felt her start to clamp down on them.
She broke her kiss. "Goddamn. I've never... What... Shit..." She lost coherency as she bucked her hips against my hand. A little startled, but rather proud of myself, I held, pressing against her and moving my hand quickly but not far. I worked to rub the one point I had found that set her off.
Emmett put a hand under her head as she started grinding it into the dock, arching further, her arms outstretched. She seemed to bloom, turning pink and the slickness in my hand, which had been Emmett, renewed, and was not his any longer.
She stilled, panting again. "I don't think... anyone... has ever... what did you do?"
I grinned and slid my fingers along her, brushing that sensitive nub, which I noticed was rigid now. She twitched and swore again.
"You have to show me," Emmett said.
"Ugh, not today he doesn't," Esme complained, rolling onto her side. "I don't know about you boys, but I'm tuckered right out." She rolled right off the side of the dock and under the water. She didn't emerge right away, but when she did, she looked much calmer, and tired. I jumped up, grabbing her clothes and bringing them while Emmett pulled her back out of the water. She leaned on him a little, taking small steps.
"Thank you, Edward. The girl who snags you is one lucky filly."
"I... don't have a girlfriend," I mumbled.
She chuckled, pulling her dress down over her head. "I'm sure that won't be a problem for long."
"Esme," Emmett asked, looking sheepish. "Will you be here next weekend?"
She froze in the process of putting on her bloomers, one foot pointed. She finished pulling them up, licking her lips.
"I guess that depends. Will you?" She looked at him first, but before he could answer, she cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Uh... yes. I'll... be here all summer," my voice solidified toward the end. I looked at Emmett thinking I was up to the competition.
His jaw jutted to the left as he weighed me.
"You will," Esme said with a sigh. "Well good. Then we'll have lots of time together, won't we?" She settled her hat on her head and walked away, leaving Emmett and I watching her hips sway.
"Do you believe that just happened?"
"Yep," he answered. "I can't believe it might happen again though." He shook his head in disbelief and shook out his cut-off pants before donning them.
Despite believing myself the better gentleman, I had to agree.