Author's Note: Alrighty, well as you can tell by this story it is not canon, really. It will quickly earn its rating as Mature. There will be slash eventually in this, so if you aren't into that stop reading now. 'Kay? Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. The fantabulous Stephenie Meyer does.
BELLA
The night started off just like every other night. Mom cooked an early dinner, we all scarfed it down in our separate rooms, and then she ran off to work. Emmett and I sat there at the table hours later as he finished up his essay for World Literature. We never talked much, but I did love my brother. He was my twin, and that, and that alone possibly, was what kept us close.
"I'm havin' some friends over tonight for a little party, hope ya don't mind, Bella." I shook my head and shrugged as I continued reading the book I was to write an essay about in my creative writing class. I glanced up to Emmett as he stared at me, blinking slowly at the long stare he gave me.
"What?" He freaked me out sometimes with that look.
"Nothing, really, you don't mind if I have some friends over to fuck around and drink and shit?"
"No, Em. It's fine. I'll just stay in my room and finish my book. It's no problem."
I bookmarked my page and closed the book, leaving it on the table and stood, stumbling into the kitchen to do the dishes. I kicked off my shoes, deciding it best if I don't have them on.
After finishing up the dishes, I retired to my room for the night, although it wasn't late at all.
The hours ticked by as I finished my homework and studied for all of that Friday's tests. The noise in the living room continued to maximize, making it more and more difficult to study. I decided to stop for the night and went to the mini fridge in my room and took out a small baggie of cut up celery and some balsamic vinegar dressing.
It was just moments later that there was a light tapping on my door. I blinked in confusion, thinking all the senior and college guys were passed out and gone. It was two on the morning.
"Come in!"
The most gorgeous man I had ever seen walked in then, looking awkward as he looked me over a moment. "Umm, sorry for bothering you at this hour. One of the guys is passed out in the other bathroom and I really have to pee." He looked awkward explaining this and I smiled, motioning towards my bathroom. "Go ahead."
After a few seconds of him in the bathroom and hearing the rush of his piss running into the toilet, he called from the bathroom, "I really would've just went without, but I saw your light on."
I just shook my head some, "Yeah, no worries."
I heard the toilet flush and then the water turn on. Wow, a guy who actually washes his hands. He walked out of the bathroom, looking me over again. "So... are you Emmett's sister?"
"Yeah. Shocker, eh? Actually I'm his twin."
"Wow, yeah, I'm Jasper's adoptive brother. Jazz felt bad for leavin' me home all the time, which I didn't mind so he dragged me along to this... no offense to your brother, whore fest."
I chuckled slightly before nodding. "So you're stuck here until your brother wakes up from his drunken stupidity?"
"Yeah, basically. I didn't really want to come, but he drove and I don;t know how to drive a stick."
"Well, if you'd like to hang out in here with me, it's fine. I'll still be up awhile." I patted the bed near me as I muted the television, pressing the button on a different remote to turn on the stereo. The music continued where I left it earlier, beginning in the middle of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
He moved to my side and moved his foot some to the music. "I love this band. Freddie Mercury was a genius."
"Yeah, I love their stuff." He was close and I could smell the mint in his mouth and the slight smell of beer on his feet from walking through my brother's disgusting room. I inhaled deeply, smelling him, his natural scent. It made my mouth water and I found myself leaning in closer to him to smell him more.
He shifted awkwardly at my side, obviously noticing my moving closer to him. "Sorry. You um... smell good." I blushed at my very blunt statement and he smiled a little crooked smile at me.
"It's alright, you do, too." He was the one closer now and I could feel my breathing grow thick and heavy.
"So... you never did tell me your name."
He smirked, again crooked, and nodded, "Nor did you tell me yours."
"Bella."
"Edward."
I smiled at his name. It was an older fashioned name, but it suited him. He looked like an Edward.
"Bella, Italian for Beautiful." He was looking into my eyes now, his a sparkling color of Peridot. "The name fits you."
I blushed rubies, smiling at his statement. "I'm not that great. But I like your name, too. Very old fashioned."
He nodded some and shrugged slightly. "It was my father's name, and my great-grandfather. My grandmother had no brothers and so the name was skipped a generation."
I nodded as he explained, now our chests were touching, our hips, our legs intertwined.
I stared at his eyes, so close to me, moving over my pale, slightly freckled face. Then we both leaned at the exact moment, our lips meeting in a light, hardly there kiss that send shivers down the both of us, an electrifying shock shooting through my lips and then in the speed of light moving through the rest of me. We both jumped back at once, staring at each other, only our legs touching now.
"Wow," he murmured, moving back to our previous position. I smiled as I whispered the same.
Then it all happened fast. I was on my back, he on his hands and knees over me. Our lips were crushing together in a wild need for one another. His body was pressing roughly into mine, his hardness crushing into my pelvis and making me gasp between hot, minty kisses. I moaned as he growled into my mouth, my hips bucking to meet his.
He moved away from my mouth, moving his lips down to my neck, gasping out words as he proceeded to suckle my neck and collar bone, "I've never done this before, Bella."
"Me neither, but it feels right." I moaned.
He gasped as I bucked my hips to his, abandoning my neck and started fumbling with the zipper on my hoody and then the buttons on my shirt. I moved my hands to help, ripping my shirt open as the buttons flew in ever direction. He worked on my bra, getting it off in just a matter of seconds as I started unbuttoning his shirt.
His hands were down at my jeans, getting them unbuttoned and unzipped as I moved my ass up off the bed so he could scoot the damned pants off me. I got his pants down, moving my finger down and snapping the string on my thong, breaking it and feeling it fall off my smooth skin. He was naked now, on top of me again and pulling my hard nipple into his mouth, brushing a tongue ring over it over and over as he rolled my other between his fingers.
His hips were rolling against mine, his hardness slipping between my wet lips, waiting for entrance. Every time it slid against my clit I would moan out his name softly, bucking my hips up wanting more. That's what did it. I bucked my hips a certain way and his cock slid into my wet cunt deep and hard, one smooth gliding motion into my depths. I hissed a minute, feeling the pain and the blood leaking out of me and onto him.
He gasped out, a low growl erupting from deep within his chest. That was hot and distracted me from the pain. The sounds of our moaning filled the room, and complete oblivion took over. In my mind, there weren't a bunch of high school and college guys in the other room who, if awakened, would only hear me.
He pounded harder and harder into me, and I could feel my muscles contracting and releasing, tightening my virgin cunt tighter each time. I could tell he was close, and I was, too. He seemed determined to have me go first, and I knew I was right when he hissed into my ear, "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel your hot juices flow over my dick."
That was what sent me over the edge. I screamed his name, screamed profanities, and as I was right at the peak of my orgasm, I felt his warm jizz flow into me, him groaning my name and mumbling a few "Ahh, Fuck,"'s.
He collapsed atop me, quickly rolling off and laying by my side with his arms around me. He kissed my cheek as I rolled my head to look at him, "Are you hurt?"
"It's a good hurt."
Then we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, and although I should have, I didn't feel like a slut for what I had just done. I still wondered if he thought that of me.
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