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EPOV

"I'm SO excited! You're going to LOVE my family Edward! My mom is like... the coolest." Jessica, my girlfriend giggled as we waited to get off the plane.

I grinned down at her, tucking some hair behind her ear. "You're sure your parent will be okay with me staying there?"

"Oh, yea, totally." Jess sighed, brushing me off completely. "I mean, we have plenty of room since my mom gave up her art room to make an extra guest bedroom." She grinned, I think seductively, and wiggled her eyebrows. "Even though you'll be sneaking into mine every night anyway."

I laughed a little, pushing her into the aisle ahead of me. Jess and I had been together for about six months, and in that time we hadn't had sex. It wasn't that I didn't want to (I was a 19 year old guy; enough said) but more that Jess had been...forthcoming about her experiences.

Really forthcoming.

So, needless to say I was a bit hesitant was an understatement. I'd lost it in high school to my girlfriend and since then there hadn't been anyone. In fact, Tanya and I were going to stay together through college.

Until I met Jess.

She was funny and goofy and always trying to get my attention and after a while I gave in and broke up with Tanya to be with Jess. We just...clicked.

Sure, she had her moments where she was...lacking common sense, but didn't everyone? I was just wondering if it happened to everyone else as frequently.

"Oh, so I guess I should warn you about one part of this who situation." She said, rolling her eyes. "My sister is home all summer."

"Sister?" I asked, grabbing her hand as we wandered toward baggage claim. "I didn't know you had a sister."

"Yea well, it's one of those things I'd rather forget." She snapped, shaking her head. "She's the typical daddys-little-girl. It's super annoying. And she's so quiet it's kinda creepy and she looks like an ogre and is just that like, ughhh.." She moaned, leaning back a little and squirming. "She has less personality than a moldy sponge."

I shook my head, imagining the hunchback of notre dame living in Jess' house. "How old is she?"

"Seventeen. She just graduated, but thank GOD she's not going to our school. Lil miss mousy got into Northwestern on a full ride."

"Wow. She's pretty smart then."

Jess shrugged, unwilling to allow the semi-compliment. "No, she just has a shit ton of extra time because she has no friends, so that's all she does is study."

So she's smart. "Well, whatever. If she keep to herself, then we won't really see her." I said, pulling our suitcases off of the belt.

"I hope not. Plus, I plan on spending a ton of time with you up at La Push beach. I bought a few bikinis you may like... to see me out of." She winked, kissing me again.

I grinned against her lips, and pushed her out toward the rental stations to get the car. We piled in, then embarked on the four hour drive to Forks, where Jess was from. "This is really cool." I said, turning down her street that was lined with more trees than my entire block in Chicago.

"If by cool you mean boring as hell." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest like a toddler. "I wish my parents would like... take a family vacation to like Europe or something. I hate coming home."

"Why?" I asked, so utterly confused as to how anyone couldn't love this. "It's so...quiet and pristine. It's fucking idyllic."

"Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend who LOVES Manhattan? I mean for god sakes Edward, we go to NYU."

I shrugged, sitting back. "I do love Manhattan; I'm not saying I don't. I think this is nice, too though."

She rolled her eyes, pointing toward the other side of the road. "Left there. It's the big white house that looks like something our forefather's built out of wood planks."

Oh, you mean the postcard worthy colonial with bright blue shutters? Yup, Jess' house. I turned off the car, and sat back. "Ready?"

"Yea, the sooner we do the meet n' greet the sooner we can meet up with my friends from high school and I can show off my oh-too-sexy boyfriend." She smiled,pressing her lips sloppily to mine.

I furrowed my brow. "Friends from high school? You didn't tell me about this?"

She brushed me off, starting toward the house. "Oh it's no biggie, just a house party. It'll give us something fun to do tonight after dinner."

"Oh, Okay." I said, shrugging and going around to get our bags from the trunk. Jess waited for me on the stoop and I kissed her forehead. "Let's go."

She opened the door for me, and then started shouting. "Mom! Dad! We're here!"

I sucked in a deep breath, depositing the bags beside the door and getting myself ready to meet my girlfriend's parents.

What I wasn't expecting was a body falling into mine.

My arms shot out, pulling whoever it was into me, and hoping it wasn't Jess' dad. When I looked down, though, it definitely wasn't her dad.

It was the most perfect thing I had ever seen.

BPOV

"Oof!" I grunted, as I felt myself spill my soda and land into, or rather onto, someone.

"Jesus Bella watch where you're going!" My sister's shrill voice scolded. I pulled myself away, twisting to see who I had bumped into. Hopefully it wasn't her ex boyfriend Mike (who was attempting to go 2 for 2 with the Swan sisters and was currently having no luck whatsoever in having a go with me).

But no.

The man facing me was no one I'd seen in town. He was tall and lanky but with toned arms. His eyes a deep emerald and his bronze hair making his eyes that much bolder.

"Uh... um... hi?" I stuttered out, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "Who's this?" I asked pointing to the guy but looking at my sister.

She scoffed like a spoiled child. "My boyfriend, Bella. Duh. He's obviously not yours." She looked down at Edward's arms still around me and rolled her eyes. "Edward, you can let her go now."

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, helping me to stand.

"Yea, totally." I replied shaking my head a little to clear my head. "Sorry about getting cola all over your shirt." I replied laughing to hide the blush. Of course I'd do something stupid when meeting my sister's college boyfriend.

It'd be one of those stories that would get told ad-nauseum at their wedding.

I wiped my hand on my jeans and stuck out my head. "I'm Bella."

"Edward." He greeted with a sly grin as his hand enveloped my own.

I shook his hand while watching my sister scowl in my peripheral vision. "So when were you planning on telling mom and dad about the boyfriend coming by?" I couldn't help but tease as I looked at her, releasing Edward's grasp and ignoring the tingling I felt as his palm met mine.

"Wait, they don't know I'm coming?" The boyfriend asked, looking from me to her, confusion spread all over his face.

I laughed. "Oh boy, I'm glad I'm not going out with Jake tonight; this'll be fun."

"Jake?" Jess repeated, curling her lips into a cheshire grin. "Little Bella, finally leaving the nest."

Edward was pretty much glaring at my sister and I was finding it hard not to laugh at the exchange as he clenched his jaw. "Why didn't you tell them you were bringing me?"

"Probably because she didn't want our dad to get in a few extra rounds at the shooting range." I quipped. "You do know our dad is a former Navy Seal and the current Chief of Police right?" I asked. Who knew what else my sister was keeping locked away in that empty head of hers?

"Yeah, she told me." He answered, still not looking away from Jess who had magically shut up for a change. "I'm not staying here unless they say it's okay. I won't disrespect them like that."

"They should be fine with it. I mean mom and dad know she's slept with pretty much every guy in her graduating class. They'll probably think it's classier if you don't ask to share her room though - just a tip." I teased, shaking my head and turning back into the kitchen to grab another cola.

Unfortunately there were no fireworks at dinner. After some arguing on my father's part, my mom finally convinced him that it would be fine as long as he stayed in the guest room. Well that was a bust. I was kind of looking forward to seeing my sister finally notget her way for once.

My sister was the golden child.

She got the looks. She got the personality and for the first time since she had started dating, she had a boy that I thought was completely amazing.

I hated it.

I hated that I felt myself blush every time I looked at this Edward Cullen guy. I hated that it felt like his eyes were piercing through me every time I caught him looking in my direction. I hated that when our hands brushed as we dropped our plates in the sink, I got this electric jolt that actually made me jump in surprise. I hated that he seemed like a great guy and my complete wreck of a sister had nabbed him.

Okay maybe he did have a flaw - his taste in women.

Most of all I hated that I had never in my life been a jealous person and here I was about to rip my sister's hair out for finding him before I could.

Not that I would have done anything, had I met him.

I was the complete opposite of my sister in nearly every way. She looked the spitting image of our mother: sandy blonde hair (though her's was straight and my mother's slightly wavy) and her piercing hazel eyes; whereas, I was my father's female identical twin: boring brown eyes to go with my boring brown hair, which was slightly wavy - at least I inherited one physical trait from my mother.

That wasn't all that differentiated my sister and I. My sister was built like a model. Stick thin and a size two when bloated, whereas I had curves. Not that I minded them, I just wasn't a fan of having to wear baggy clothes to avoid comments about my "humps" as the boys at school referred to them.

So yes, this was all further proof why a guy like Jessica's new arm candy would never give a girl like me a second glance. Plus, if he was dating my sister there was a good chance he was a man-slut and I was far from my sister's reputation. I had finally given up (and given in) to my best friend Jake's begging and lost my virginity in a completely John Hughes cliche teen scene way - prom night in the back of his VW Rabbit. It was uncomfortable, lasted 3 minutes and I got nothing out of it, aside from a cramp in my calf and a pinched nerve in my neck.

As I shuffled up the stairs that night, after having said goodnight to everyone my mediocrity had never seemed so poignant.

EPOV

It's bad to like your girlfriend's sister more than your girlfriend, right?

It would have to be.

But...I did.

She was quiet, and funny and polite and...she had none of that shallow-ness that Jess seemed to cultivate. She was amazing. I just...wanted more.

"So where am I going?" I asked, moving my bag up the stairs and following Jess.

"You can put your stuff in that room, but after my parents go to bed, my room is the second one from the right."

I sucked in a deep breath, pushing open the door and depositing my bags then turned back to her. "Bathroom?"

"Over there." She said, pointing to about five doors. WOnderful.

I nodded, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Good night."

"See you in a few hours." She purred, pushing her lips to mine and practically licking the inside of my mouth.

I pulled away turning around quickly before shutting myself in my room. Ew. I think I had more saliva in my mouth than hers. I hated that.

I hated even more that I'd met Jess before Bella and that I'd let Jess bring me home. Bella was so...so...different, and hunchback she was not. She had big, expressive brown eyes and hair that swung around her shoulders when she walked and she even had a body.

I think that was the best part. Jess was a bag of bones, but Bella was...not. Bella had curves in all the right places, and even though she hid them well under lots of layers, you could still tell.

Perfection would not be hidden. Never ever.

I collapsed on the bed, and that was when I noticed the strain my jeans were putting on my body. Ugh. It sucked getting hard for you girlfriend's sister and not your girlfriend.

Crap.

I got back up, going back through my things and pulling out my shampoo so I could take a shower.

I padded back out toward the bathroom and pushed open the door- oh, crap.

Inside the shower (which was running) was the outline of the body I'd just been fantasizing about. Perfect, smooth, creamy skin with a shock of dark wet hair under the spray. Bella's back was facing me and I was thankful because I knew that if she caught me, I'd be in huuuuggggeeeee trouble.

I watched her later up, the side of her breast moving a little while she washed and thought about what it would be like to be in that shower with her. I could run my hands over her neck, and down her sides. I could kiss her...I could take her.

Bella dropping the soap blew me straight out of my day dream, and I quickly raced back to my room, shutting the door as quietly as possible.

Oh, boy.

This was gonna be a long trip.