THE THIRD STORY

Just sex. That's what Bella and Edward are doing before Alice's wedding. Two weeks of just sex, or so they think. They believe no one knows about their 'just sex' relationship, but someone does.

CHAPTER ONE

Bella:

"AAAAAAH!" Her small body collides with mine as I pull my suitcase over the wet lawn of the Cullen's front yard. My feet skid underneath me as Alice's tiny body slams mine into the wet grass.

"Shit Ali," I laugh as I wrap my arms around my soon to be sister.

"Can you believe I'm getting married in two weeks, just two weeks and I'll be Mrs Swan! We're going to be sisters!" Her excitement is all too much for her as she starts to perform a small happy dance while still lying on top of me.

I laugh at her, "I believe it, otherwise I'd be worried about the invitations that you sent out." She socks me in the arm.

"Ouch!" She may be tiny, but she sure as hell can pack a punch.

"We're sisters now, I can do that." She smirks as she peels herself off of me and stands up extending her arm. I eye her hand warily but take it. She helps me up off the ground.

"Not yet, Miss Brandon." I smirk back at her. Her eyebrow rises and her face goes deadly calm.

"That is true." She ponders with her pointer on her chin, "but I will be too preoccupied once everything is legit. I will be all wrapped up in Jazz's embrace as he fuc..."

"Ew! For the love of all that is holy stop. If you want to make it to your wedding alive, I would stop talking." My hands go over my ears as I hop from foot to foot trying the bleach the images out of my mind.

"Bella, we're adults. You must get used to it. People have SEX!" She giggles as I groan.

"I know people have sex, but in my mind, not my brother. We shared a goddam womb for nine long and awful months, that's enough to share for an entire lifetime." She just shrugs and picks up my suitcase handle. Hooking her arm through mine she starts to lead me up and into the Cullen house.

We enter and I am immediately assaulted with the cleanliness and style of Esme Cullen. I take off my coat and hang it up as I see Esme round the corner from the kitchen. She hugs me and I hug her back.

"Bella dear, how are you?" She pulls away from me and looks me up and down, assessing me. I have only met her a handful of times and yet she always manages to make me feel like I am her daughter and she is the doting mother.

I laugh at her, "As well as always. How are you?"

She waves the air with her hand. "Oh, I'm fine. My baby girl is getting married."

Alice blushes at the daughter comment.

Esme only has a son, Edward. I know Edward and Alice are close, but I have yet to meet the guy. Alice's parents died when she was 18. Being legal and all, she was out and into the world on her own. Jasper and she met in college, giving her back a small sample of family life, but there were months between her parents' death and meeting Jasper where she was completely alone. The Cullens and the Brandons were close, so Esme took Alice under her wing.

We fall into easy conversation about the wedding. Alice's wedding is to be semi-traditional. She will wear the big white dress, walk down the aisle, say the vows, dance, have cake and throw the bouquet. Only, I was going to be the 'best man' for my brother and Alice is having Edward as her 'maid of honour'.

Rosalie is to be her other bridesmaid and Emmett is to be my brother's other groomsmen. Now, I'll tell you a secret about those two... they're fucking, it's a secret... that everyone knows. They know everyone knows, but they pretend that everyone doesn't know just to avoid conversation that would occur if they knew everyone knew. At least that's the reasoning Rose gave me one time.

I've known Rose since high school; we weren't exactly friends at first. Actually she tried to date Jasper Junior year. He declined every advance she tried to take. Finally I got sick of her ass trying to hang off of my brother and shot her down.

"Would you please stop trying to force your tongue down his throat?" I reduced to pleading.

She looked at me like I was scum, "And who would you be, his," she laughed, "girlfriend?"

"No, his sister."

She rolled her eyes at me and continued trying to force herself into his lap.

"Come on Bella, let's just go." Angela pleaded.

"No Ange, I'm sick of her pretending that she's a pole dancer." We watched as she swayed, holding onto Jasper's arm with her hand. Angela giggled and I snickered too.

Blondie's head whipped around, "Suce ma bite, chienne!" She flipped us off and continued her swaying.

I had originally shrugged off Rose's language, but that summer I ended up face to face with Rose in the school's exchange programme to Paris. What happens on exchange stays on exchange, but we came back best friends. Jasper was a little worried about our new found friendship, but as I said, shit went down on exchange which caused Rose to cool her roll with men.

"Mama C! Feed me! I'm wasting away!" The boom comes from the front door and I rush out of the kitchen.

Emmett!

"Bumble Bee!"

"Bear!"

I run at Emmett and jump. He catches me and spins me in a circle. "Will you ever forget that nickname?" I ask him smiling.

"Never!" He laughs an evil man's laugh. He sets me down on the ground and I hug Rose as he hugs Esme.

"... in the oven," Esme whispers to Emmett.

"Emmett, you ate an hour ago." Rose says, placing her hands on her hips. He looks at her like she'd said just forbid him dessert.

"I've been out of the country, I need sustenance." He follows Esme into the kitchen asking about her peanut butter cookies.

Rose links her arms with Alice and me and we walk up the Cullen's stairs.

Rose actually introduced Jasper to Alice. Alice worked part-time in a men's store. Rose suggested it to Jasper knowing Alice worked there and the rest is history. Emmett likes to think that they got it on in the changing stalls. I don't know how much truth there could be to that. I've never wanted to know about Jasper's sex life, but Jasper and Emmett are close so...

Ew.

Rose and Alice start talking about the bachelorette party that was happening over the weekend. I zone out. I would be going to the start of the bachelor party, seeing as I had to organise it and then I would be ditching and going to the bachelorette party. I organised all the 'boys' stuff to go down then.

Edward is doing the same for Alice, but he didn't organise it. Alice wouldn't allow that.

"Hey, Alice, where's Jasper?" I broke her reel of how Edward was paying for a limo to take them to town. I didn't splurge for the guys, Carlisle was designated driver and any extras were on their own. Meh.

"Oh, he's with Carlisle, they're picking Edward up from the airport." I nod.

Rose hasn't met Edward. Emmett has and says that he's a nice guy, but we're talking about Emmett who befriends everyhotdog vendor in the city. "They should be back just before dinner."

I know dinner is at 7. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask Alice as Rose and she move onto the finer features of her bridesmaid dress. Alice designed and created what Rose and I will be wearing. She designed her dress, but got a high end friend of hers to create it. Alice is a bit superstitious about this. She's only been waiting seven years for this day and she doesn't want anything to ruin it.

Alice laughs, "Bella, would it kill you to listen to conversation about material and colour?"

"It seriously might."

She smiles a twisted smile. "Fine, but we're going clubbing tomorrow night and you're wearing something good." I roll my eyes. Alice gets up off the bed, "Girls, I'll show you where you're staying."

We follow Alice. She shows Rose where she will be sleeping. "Esme says you and Emmett can share if you like." Rose blushes but I pretend not to notice. Alice turns her back on Rose's blushing, and adds, with a wink to me, "I know he must miss you after his trip."

I giggle and Rose mumbles something that I don't catch. I'm sure it was colourful though. Rose enters the room and closes the door so Alice and I continue on. She shows me where my father, Charlie, will be sleeping too. He won't be staying here until a couple of days before the wedding as he could only get so much time off of work. He wasn't as lucky as the rest of us to get two weeks off. Why we need two weeks off? Bonding time between the bridal parties? More like so Alice can assign us as her slaves.

I follow her up to the third storey. I squeal a little. I get to stay on the third floor, a floor entirely to myself!

From my first tour of the Cullen home I fell in love with this floor. It's only got two bedrooms. They are by far the biggest rooms in the house, apart from the master bedroom and most private. Both rooms have huge bay windows that none of the other rooms have. The two bedrooms have a walk-in linen cupboard and a bathroom which is only accessible by the bedrooms.

I look at Alice, I can feel the smile on my face. "I'm staying up here?" I squeak, only a little.

Alice grimaces, "you're sharing with Edward."

"What?" My smile drops.

"The bathroom." She apologises quickly when she sees my reaction and I sigh in relief. It would be awkward to share a bedroom with someone you didn't know.

"That's fine." The bedroom was more than fine. The bed looks like heaven. The pillows are fluffed, the doona, oh the doona. Puffed and white, I could lie down and never be seen again. The Cullens do not skimp on the important things.

"Great!" Alice relaxes, "Esme said you'd be more comfortable in here. She told me you liked this room. Uh, she told me to tell you that you can use any of the linen in here and the towels too." She walks me into the cupboard. It is opened via the hallway and the bathroom.

"It's great Ali, thank you." I hug her again.

"Ok, I'll let you shower." She left the room. I notice my bags have been brought up, probably by Emmett.

I unpack my clothes and pull out my toiletries bag and set it in the bathroom. It is a typical 'man's' bathroom. Esme has obviously cleaned up in here, but had left it completely de-feminised. Plain hand towel, simple soap and the vanity cupboard had not been touch since its previous owner had probably touched it.

God I am a snoop.

I lock all three doors that lead into the bathroom: I don't want, on the off chance, someone coming in. I strip off my clothing. I step into the shower and turn it on.

Dodging the blast of cold I settle into the comfortable warm stream. The perfect pressure relaxes my muscles from my trip. I take time washing my hair.

I wash away the stress of the past couple of months and smile. I have been looking forward to two weeks off ever since I opened the shop. Do not get me wrong. I adore what I do, but it is stressful. I own a pastry shop in Port Angeles, Gourmandise. I am the chef and over the past couple of months my friend Jacob and I have increased profits with coffee.

I finish washing and turn off the water. I step out onto the cool tile floor. I forgot to put down a bath mat, so, with caution, I move to grab a towel, only to find I forgot to get a towel.

I move to the linen cupboard door and unlock it. Peaking in I see it is completely dark. I step in and my hand searches the wall for a light switch. I can't find one. I feel my way along the shelves, searching for the terry towel feel. I get about half way in when my face hit a long string. I pull on it and the cupboard comes to life.

I am dripping up a storm. I spot the bath towels when the hallway cupboard door starts to open. I quickly scramble across the polished hardwood floor to try and get back into the bathroom. I quickly change my mind and scramble for the towel. The door is wide open now as I set my sights on what I want.

I almost grab a white one before my feet go one way and my body the other. I fall, but I don't land on the floor. My forehead hits a strong chin, my boobs meet some godly abdominal muscles, and my cooch (I'm sure) is resting somewhere illegal because on my thigh, my blessed thigh, I can feel...

Edward:

Shit E is up.

I had opened the cupboard door to find light already on and a naked woman in there. Her back was toward me; her wet brown hair was dripping down her back. She had turned around and reached for a towel, but she slipped on the water at her feet.

I had dived forward to grab her so she wouldn't fall. I had forgotten about her and my completely naked state. I had intended to save her but I instead slipped on the wet floor. My body hit the wooden floor while her wet body slammed into mine as mine.

I had let out an "oof!" as her forehead hit my chin and caused my teeth to rattle. I looked down at her. The smooth curve of her back had little water droplets gliding down it just calling my name and begging me to lick them. Her hair was splayed all over my face and smelt of strawberry. I could feel her body pressing against me. If she had been an inch or two lower we'd fit together perfectly.

I could feel her heart beating against my sternum and her breasts smash against my stomach. E had come to life; there was a wet, naked lady on top of me after all.

Shit E is up.

I break the little day dream I had going on about her and I push up on the woman's arms. She scrambles to her feet.

"Why are you naked?" She screams at me.

"Why are you wet?" I counter as she rips a towel from the shelf.

I bend over quickly and snag a towel that had fallen to the floor and secure it around my waist.

She stands in front of me looking at me. Her chest heaves as she holds the towel closely to her breasts. The tightly wrapped towel only presses her breasts closer together. Her skin is turning a lovely shade of pink as she realises the situation. Her eyes snap up to mine before she pales slightly, losing her pink blush, and then turns around and dashes back into the bathroom.

I stand there as I hear the lock snap into place and a body lean against it. I laugh a little out loud and pick up the remaining towel on the floor and dry the puddles and footprints. I return to my bedroom and close the door. I throw the wet towel into the hamper and lay down on my bed.

My eyes flick to the bathroom door, knowing that there is a practically naked woman behind it. The door was locked, that's probably why, because she was showering.

She... I don't even know her name.

I rub my eyes. Jasper... he said that his sister was here. Maybe that's her?

I hear her own a door, probably going into her bedroom to change. Probably drying herself with the white towel, rubbing it down her legs, up and over her chest, between her thighs...

Jasper would pummel me if he found out I was thinking about his sister like this. I sit up. He doesn't have to know. Maybe she and I could have a little fun while we are cooped together in this wedding detention camp.

Now I love Alice, but I predict a little bridezilla buried deep within her, just waiting to break the surface, spew out, and torture us all.

I will definitely need some stress relief before this wedding happens. Maybe the wet girl could help me. After all it would only be a little fun between the bridal parties of a wedding. I've been to my fair share of weddings and always, absolutely always, there's a little hanky panky between the bridesmaid and the groomsman.

Only, this time, it would be Man of Honour and Best Woman occupying the coat closet during the newly wedded couple's first dance.

There is a knock on the door. "Yeah?" I question. I don't know which one it is, but both are open. The bathroom door opens slowly.

"Are you decent?" Wet girl's voice comes through.

I stand and fix my towel so that it covers everything. "Uh, yes?" I don't know what she means by decent, but my junk is covered so that's all that should matter.

The door opens widely. She is gripping the door handle. Her knuckles whiten as she grips the door handle more tightly as she rakes her eyes up my body. I smirk and she blushes when her eyes meet mine.

She loosens her grip and shakes her hand out. "Sorry about earlier... I'm Bella Swan." She holds her hand out and I take it, gripping lightly. She smiles as our hands connect and her eyes meet mine. Brown, warm, comforting, deep pools of chocolate brown eyes meet mine and I suddenly have the urge to not let her hand go.

She moves her hand slightly and I let her go.

"Edward Cullen." I say, "I didn't expect anyone to be up here. I don't usually walk around naked." I smile the Cullen grin as I play with her. She seems shy, I expect her to blush at the comment, but she surprises me.

"That's probably for the best." She smirks and her eyes zero in on my towel covered cock.

Her ambiguous comment confuses me as much as her sudden bout of confidence. Does she want me to walk around naked? Or was she just trying to shut down my ego?

"I better get going." She smiles sweetly. I want her to stay but I let her go. I crash back down on the bed, overwhelmed by Bella. Bella. I repeat her name.

"Oh," her head pops back into my room. I see her blush before she moves the door to hide her face from my view, "uh, shower's free." She closes the door as quickly as she came in.

What's her deal?

I notice that my towel had shifted from when I landed on the bed. I had been hanging out and Bella had blushed. I don't understand. She fell on me whilst I was naked and then proceeds to check me out, but a little reveal and she's shy Bella again.

I get up off the bed and make my way to the shower to work out my frustrations.

...

There is a knock at the door and Alice enters. "Edward!" She squeaks. I had just finished doing up my jeans when she entered.

"Alice." I pull on a t-shirt. "Maybe wait for an answer before you enter."

She pokes her tongue out before she clicks it. "Towels on the floor already, Edward? Mom would not be impressed." I know she only calls Esme 'mom' around me and occasionally around Esme.

I smirk at her, "did you really come all the way up here to chastise me, Little A?" She runs at me and jumps. I catch her. "Christ Alice." I stagger back a little.

"Oh please you old man." She rolls her eyes and hugs me tightly. She wiggles out of my embrace and takes my face between her two small hands. "Thank you for coming." She says sincerely.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Little A."

"I can't help being of short stature, old man." I am only two years older than her, but this has become sort of our thing. "Have you met everyone?" She asks cautiously. I know she's asking about Bella. Alice is always bending to meet my comforts for some reason. Being an only child she knows I value my own space.

"I've met Bella." I say nonchalantly. I am certain that Bella would not like anyone knowing about our little incident. She doesn't seem like the type of girl who would collide nakedly with someone and tell everyone about it later.

"Were you nice to her?" Alice's eyes narrow.

"Yes Alice." I roll my eyes.

"Did you hit on her?" She leans up on her tippy toes now.

"No Alice, jeez." I say immediately.

"Ok then, but I'm warning you. Don't! She's Jasper's twin." I nod. Alice sighs but smiles, "let's go down, I'm sure it's almost seven." We exit my room. Alice continues talking, but my hearing fades out.

Did I hit on Bella? She fell on me! Did I cross some invisible line? Would it be so wrong for me to flirt with her just a little?

We are on the second floor by now and I see Rose and Bella exit a room. I notice a faint blush on Bella's cheeks. She looks up at me as the four of us make our way towards the dining room. She smirks. I run my hand through my hair, confused.

Maybe things with Bella just got interesting.

Huge thank you to jmolly for helping me get this out, so don't disappoint, what do you think?