Author's Note: Hello all my lovely readers! I'm so glad you've chosen to join me on this new journey. It will be a bit of a departure from my usual but fear not, it will be kinky, smutty and push some limits. It is I who am writing it, after all.

This multi-chaptered fic began with an innocent (or not) little TwiKinkFest prompt –see below – and exploded in my head into a love story. I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Prompt: E/B. Incest. They can be brother and sister, or just adopted. Edward is older, Bella is a teenager (17). Edward goes into Bella's room at night to watch her sleep and masturbate while looking at her. Maybe touching her and lifting up her shirt while she's sleeping. Preferable ending with some hot sex.

Brotherly Love

Chapter 1

I was twenty-two when my mother married Charlie Swan. Twenty-two when my life was turned upside down. Twenty-two when we moved into his house. And I was twenty-two when I realized I was probably going to burn for all eternity, all because of the child-woman down the hall from me.

But maybe I should start at the beginning.

First, let me say, I'm not a deadbeat, still living with my mom because I was too lazy to get a job or an education. Exactly the opposite, actually.

I worked my ass off at Newton's Sporting Goods. When I wasn't working I was studying for my bachelor's degree online. I couldn't afford a brick and mortar college and couldn't take off work long enough to take classes during the day. I needed something much more flexible and a whole lot cheaper.

I average two classes a semester and wouldn't be graduating any time soon but I made steady progress and helped support my mom. She worked as a waitress at the diner. She struggled to provide for me for as long as I could remember. When I was old enough I started working. She insisted I get my diploma though and wouldn't let me work if it interfered school.

I didn't graduate valedictorian or anywhere close to it but I got that piece of paper in my hand and my mother cried. The next day I started full time at Newton's. I've been working ever since and my mother gets a day off every week.

Charlie came into the diner every single day for years. He's a quiet guy and skipped the whole first date, wooing, dating stuff. One day while sitting at the diner's counter eating his burger, he blurted, "Wanna get married?"

My mother, Elizabeth Masen, said yes and they were hitched the next Friday at the Justice of the Peace.

Now mom, Charlie, me, and Charlie's daughter Bella all live under the same roof in Charlie's house.

Mom and Charlie have the only downstairs bedroom and mine and Bella's are upstairs and beside each other. It's both a blessing and a curse.

Mostly curse.

Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell.

I didn't start off being a raging bundle of hormonal creepiness. I swear I didn't. I mean, I get hard about two hundred times a day, just like every other guy my age but I could fight it off pretty easily until Bella came into my life.

The first time I met her was at the wedding.

"Hey, I'm Bella," she said as she sat beside me on the wooden bench outside the courtroom.

"Edward," I said, offering my hand.

She shook it and we sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. Bella and I were five years apart – she, seventeen, and I being twenty-two. She was still in middle school when I graduated high school. That thought alone made me stop stealing glances at her long bare legs…for about five minutes.

"Soooo….." She nodded her head and pursed her lips, gazing around the hallway.

Our parents were at the other end of the bench holding hands and whispering to each other with doe eyes and secret smiles. I did not want to think about what they could possibly be saying to each other. My mom appeared happy and that was enough to make me happy. I didn't need to consider anything beyond that.

"So." Clearly our first conversation was stellar.

"Is your mom nice?" She leaned forward, palms on the edge of the seat and crossed her legs at the ankles. Picking the balls of her feet off the floor, she swung them back and forth beneath her nervously.

"Yeah. What about the Chief?"

We both glanced over to see our parents stealing kisses. We quickly averted our eyes.

"He's cool."

"That's good. Not sure how I feel about living with the chief of police. Now I gotta stop smoking weed in my room."

Her feet stopped mid air and her eyes grew huge, chin dropped and mouth open.

"Just kidding, little sister. Relax."

She scrunched her nose up at me. "My dad won't think that's funny. Unless you want room checks to be a regular thing, I'm pretty sure you'll want to put a lid on that line of joking." Her nose rose in the air. "Besides, I knew you were kidding."

"You so didn't."

"I did!" she protested.

"You're kinda cute when you're riled up, like an angry kitten with little purring growls."

She shoved at my shoulder but didn't move me an inch. "Oh, shut up."

I laughed at her and, after a moment, she gave in and laughed, too.

When the JP announced our parents husband and wife – and we stopped our childish gagging motions when they kissed – Bella said, "come on, big brother, I'll show you your room."

There wasn't much to move really because mom and I lived in a small apartment with old furniture. Charlie had most things, though Mom brought all her kitchen things with her along with grandma's china. My room we managed to move everything out of the apartment and into the one next door to Bella's room all in about an hour.

It was strange sleeping in a strange room but at least I had my bed, my stuff. I tried to get used to different trees outside the window as I fell asleep but they seemed just as out of place – or maybe that was me – when I woke the next morning.

I rose from my bed and scratched in all the right places yawning as I walked down the hall, still half asleep. Needing the bathroom first I opened the door and stood, momentarily confused.

Why is it steamy in here? Who's singing? Is there a naked woman in the shower?

My brain suddenly came wide awake. I had walked in on Bella in the shower! I could see her shapely curves through the dimpled glass door and waited a beat longer than appropriate before I backed out and closed the door.

I waited outside the bathroom for a moment but her singing never stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, fairly certain she never even knew I was there. Unfortunately, I knew it. The blurry image of her naked body through the distorted glass of the shower door was burned into my brain despite the fact I'd seen it for all of about point three seven seconds.

When my turn in the shower came, so did I – all to the image of my new little sister, naked and singing in the shower.

See what I mean? Definitely going to hell.