"Fuck, Emmett, I'm coming! Holy shiiiiiiiittttt!" One more thrust and all I see are stars. My back arches in pure ecstasy as I ride out the single best orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire being. My body goes limp as I return from heaven.

"Damn, Bella." I look over and see a very sweaty, very naked Emmett looking at my heaving chest with lust filled eyes.

"Fuck you, Emmett," I reply with a roll of my eyes. "This is never happening again." And it won't, I try very hard to convince myself.

"Oh but I think it will," he says and then proceeds to roll his muscular body back on top of me.

2 hours earlier

I take another sip of my wine and turn the page in "The Notebook". Honestly, reading these sappy, romance novels is so much better slightly tipsy, especially while laying in my boyfriend's bed in just a t-shirt, waiting for him to come back. It makes every cheesy line 10x funnier. I was just getting to the part where they have sex when the lights start to flicker and then go dark.

"Damn it." Even worse, I'm here by myself, while the Cullens' are out doing whatever. Edward, Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett were all at a hockey game. Edward left me in the care of Alice, Esme, and Rose who then proceeded to go on a shopping trip. Naturally I didn't want to join them, so instead of being good hostesses they went without me. I can expect that from Rose and Alice, but Esme? She muttered something about these really cute earrings on sale and they all took off like that. So I decided to curl up with a good book, a glass, ok a couple glasses, of wine; until the damn lights went out.

Traveling by the light of my phone, I make my way to the kitchen to find a flashlight.

"Hey."

"Ahh!" I scream as my heart literally almost beats its way out of my chest. I turn around to see Emmett, clad in black boxers and mid-calf Nike socks, standing behind me, red flashlight in hand, chuckling.

"Did I scare you, Bella?" He says, making his way towards me. He stands right in my face, his body a mere two centimeters away from mine. He reaches around, like he's going to hug me, and puts his half empty glass of ice water on the countertop behind me. I try to ignore the increasing warmth between my thighs as I notice his prominent back muscles.

"Because...I didn't mean to scare you." He rests his hands on the small of my back and smiles his cocky half smile.

"Sure you didn't," I say, slipping out of his grip. "Why aren't you with the guys?" I open the fridge and poor a glass of orange juice to calm my nerves. I slide up on the counter, waiting for his response.

"I'd rather stay here and watch you shimmy around in that little t-shirt."

"You're such a skeeve."

"You love it."

"No I don't, I don't know what you want or what you're trying to do here, but it's not going to work. Edward and I are very happy and I'm not gonna let some pervy jerk ruin that."

Emmett swiftly walks over to me, pulls me off the counter, and turns me around so that my back is pressed against his extremely toned chest, and my stomach into the counter.

"Something about your little bombast speech got me thinking. Are you and Edward REALLY that happy? I mean, you seem head over heels, but how's the sex? Does he...whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you cum? Does he touch you right here?" He presses his lips against the nape of my neck, eliciting a quiet moan from my lips. My breath hitches as his fingertips trace down my thighs, "How about there?" His voice is a seductive whisper now as he moved his hand to my inner thigh.

"Stop," I say barely above a whisper.

Chuckling he says in an even lower voice, "You...don't...want me to stop." I'm so overwhelmed by the honesty of it, I pull away from him and turn around to face him.

"We...cannot do this and you know it," I whispered, pushing against his chest.

I walk over to the couch, trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes on my ass. I grab my book and a flashlight and settle down on the couch, at least it will take my mind off Emmett, who has made it increasingly difficult to do by coming over and plopping himself down next to me, with a bowl of popcorn? How does he have a bowl of popcorn? We're in the middle of a power outtage? What the actual..? Ok whatever, just focusing on my book and not the 200 pound of incredible manly attractiveness sitting next to me. Did I honestly just say that? Wow I'm lame. Ok, The Notebook, now. I'm about 2 pages in when I feel Emmett's large palm back on my thigh. I sigh in annoyance, roll my eyes, and then shuffle out of his reach.

"Do you mind?" I ask.

"No, do you?" He chuckles at himself. What a child.

"Yes, actually I have a boyfriend. So it would be much appreciated if you were to keep your hands to yourself."

He cocks one eyebrow. "I'm sorry."

"Really?" I squint my eyes at him, he doesn't look very sorry but you never know.

"I know how hard I'm making it to keep our obvious sexual tension between us at bay. Don't worry, I know how much you want me. You don't have to say it."

"Screw you, Emmett," I say letting out a noise of disgust. I'm about to get off the couch when I feel his hand on my arm.

"You wanna?" He says with a broad smile.

"No! You're annoying and I hate you."

"Then hate-fuck me."

"Ugh no, that would be like fucking a child because your so damn immature."

"So is that the only reason you won't fuck me?"

"That and I have a very loving boyfriend!"

"Who's a prude."

"He is not!"

"You guy's haven't even had sex."

"Well..."

"He's a virgin, I'm not."

"But..."

"But nothing, B. The truth is, he doesn't know how to push your buttons like I do. Or send you over the edge with a screaming orgasm. Or how to make your toes curl. I do, and I want to."

"Emmett he's your brother."

"And he'll probably thank me someday for helping him out. Since both of you are virgins, the first time would be awful. Trust me, I would know. But now, one of you will be experienced and the sex will be 10x greater. I'm just trying to help you out, babe." He's standing now, a good five inches taller. I tear my eyes away from his chest and look into his own lust-filled ones. And before I can say another word, his warm lips press into mine. He waist no time in tearing off my shirt, literally tearing it off.

"You ass, that was my favorite shirt," I gasp.

Laughing he says, "I'll buy you a new one," and pushes me onto the couch.