Deep Blue
Annaleise Marie
Chapter Two: Bluffing
AN: I have no idea why this story started prodding at the back of my mind again, three and a half years later. Dear God, I suck. But anyway, here I am. Let's see what we can do with this bad boy, eh?
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I was up at the crack of dawn our first morning on the lake. I figured if I got out early enough, I could avoid both breakfast and lunch with the Hales. There was no way to avoid dinner or whatever evening activity the parents had picked out for us, but still, missing those two meals effectively cut out half of my Rosalie-themed torture.
I crept past Edward's bed in our shared bedroom, which had the effect of only making my footsteps sound like a normal person's, rather than muffling them. Okay, I was a big guy and sneaking around wasn't really in my skill set. But Edward only snorted a little and rolled over before his breathing became rhythmic and deep once more.
Once out of the bedroom I slipped down the hall to the screened-in porch, where my springer suit was already hanging. I changed quickly and headed out towards the small dock behind our cabin, where a fishing boat was tethered and our touring kayaks were laying along the edge of the water. I picked up Alice's because hers was smaller and more easily navigable than mine, which would be a plus if I was going to be out on the lake all day, and also because fuck her I needed it more. I took it to the very edge, leaving it half-in and half out of the water. It was only then that I realized that I had left the paddles in the trailer when I had helped to unload last night.
I circled around the cabin to the driveway and quickly grabbed a paddle before spinning around to head back to the lake. I hadn't made it five steps, however, when I was met by a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks.
Jasper fucking Hale was climbing out of Alice's window, his usually-unruly blonde hair a full-blown mess and his shirt inside out.
We both froze, our eyes locked on each other, neither of us breathing for a moment.
After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice measured and careful. "Okay. I know this looks bad, Emmett."
I just sort of gaped at him. What do you say when you find a guy sneaking out of your little sister's room? I mean, okay, at sixteen she was only a year and a half younger than me, but still. What was I supposed to do?
Jasper rambled on when I failed to say anything. "I mean, I guess it looks bad, cause it kind of is, but you know, I've always really liked Alice and I thought that she just saw me as Rose's kid brother but then last night we stayed up talking and she said that she liked me and I don't know, it just sort of happened."
It just sort of happened. He fucked my kid sister. The confirmation of my suspicions hit me like a kick to the stomach. I went from calm and confused to angry in a matter of seconds, advancing on him and grabbing him by the shirt, slamming his back against the cabin.
"You are a dead man." My voice was a low growl.
Jasper's eyes went wide. "Okay, I know you're mad." He tried to pry his shirt free from my hands. "But I swear, I didn't pressure Alice into anything. I care about her more than that. I know she's your sister and all, but she's allowed to make her own choices, right?"
I narrowed my eyes. As much as I hated to admit it, the kid had a point. Besides, he wasn't that bad of a guy, if I was honest. A little quiet, a little shy, not a mean bone in his body. He was probably at least, you know, nice to her, which was more than I could say about James, the jackass back home who never seemed to tire of trying to get in her pants, no matter how much I threatened him.
Better Jasper than James, I grudgingly admitted. The rage began to ebb, leaving me with only a minor feeling of irritation. I heard the sound of a screen door slam from the direction of the Hale's house. With Alice now certainly awake, it would only be a matter of time before the rest of our family was too, and from the sounds of it the Hales would be over soon.
I let go of Jasper's shirt, stepping back and glaring at him. "I never saw you, and you never saw me, got it?" There was no doubt in my mind that if I wasn't at least out of sight before my parents figured out where I had gone, they'd make me come back.
Jasper nodded and headed for the Hale's cabin without saying anything. I headed back to the kayaks, quickly boarding and shoving off from the bank. I waited a moment for the boat to steady before I dug the paddle into the water and began rowing. Lake Anna was huge, and I had about a half a mile before I could round a bend and be safely out of sight. I could do that in about ten minutes without much effort, but I wasn't sure if I had that much time.
Eight and a half minutes later, by my watch, I was safely out of sight. I crossed my paddle over the top of the kayak and let it drift, slowly spinning. Because these boats sit on top of the water, instead of in it, if you are going faster than the water under you, unless you're actively fighting it, you're going to spin. A lot.
And it's a good thing, too, because if I hadn't spun, I wouldn't have seen her coming.
Rosalie was paddling towards me, in my kayak, no less. Well, okay, I guess she would've normally borrowed Alice's, and circumstances being what they were, that wasn't an option. But she could have simply, you know, not followed me.
I debated pretending I hadn't seen her and simply paddling on. Rosalie was a strong-looking girl, there was no doubt about that, but most of that strength was in her legs. Her long, shapely, track-strengthened legs…
Anyway, I was sure I could outdistance her if I paddled full-force.
But then, spending my day actively trying to run away from her wasn't exactly the same type of relaxing avoidance I had planned. Besides, I guess there was a chance that she was coming after me for a reason other than torturing me. Maybe there was an emergency. Maybe Rosalie wanted to help me conspire to kill Jasper, what with him having deflowered her best friend and all. Maybe. Probably not.
She finally reached me and sat her own paddle across her lap. She spun for a second and put her hand down to drag the water before coming to a rest facing me, a dazzling smile on her face. "You could've told me we were ditching out on family time."
I gaped at her. That was her greeting? Well, I guess we could rule out an emergency. Probably any fratricide, too, but hey, that was a long-shot to begin with. "We weren't ditching out on family time." Sure, okay, that was as good as anything else running through my mind.
She let out an impatient tch sound. "Technicalities." She swept her hands through her long blonde hair, gathering it up and pulling a hairband from around her wrist to secure it in place. "I almost missed you. Barely had time to pull on my springer."
I eyed the upper part of her torso. The reinforced chest panel made it hard to tell, but if she barely had time to put the springer on, there was an excellent chance she hadn't bothered to put on a swimsuit underneath. My eyes flickered up again to find her looking at me, one perfectly-shaped eyebrow quirked. I struggled to unstick my brain. "Why did you follow me, Rosalie?"
"You didn't want company?"
I sighed. Nothing irritated me quite like getting a question in response to a question. "That's typically what it means when someone makes it a point to take off alone before anyone else is up."
She shrugged, flashing me another smile. "I was up."
"I see that." I thought about it. If I tried to send her back, insist on her leaving me alone, would she listen? Probably not. Besides, then she'd probably tell Mom and Dad exactly where I was, and when they realized I wasn't as far as I could be, they'd probably be waiting for me at the next dock.
Oh shit. I felt the color drain from my face as a thought occurred to me. When Mom and Dad realized that only Rosalie and I were missing…
"I'm supposed to stay away from you." I blurted it out before I could stop myself.
Rosalie took a second to turn this over in her head. Finally, she shrugged. "Too bad."
I just stared at her. Too bad?
"I plan on making that very difficult for you. Now, where to?" She smiled and picked up her paddle.
I sighed. If there was one thing I knew for sure about Rosalie Hale, it was that I was not going to be able to shake her if she didn't want to be shaken. I picked up my paddle and dug into the water, taking the lead without another word.
X
We wound up about ten miles away from the cabin, where we pulled in at a small patch of land in the middle of the lake and climbed out of our kayaks to sit on the sparse grass. I had reminded Rosalie frequently that it wouldn't offend me if she wanted to turn back. A ten mile paddle out might not be much, but a ten mile return could be a bitch.
She, of course, did not heed this advice. In fact, she kept up like a pro and barely seemed affected by the effort.
I was secretly glad. Cause you know, I had been warned to stay away from Rosalie and the girl drove me out of my fucking mind but… Well, that was basically it. This was the only girl who drove me out of my fucking mind like this. And she was forbidden. Which made it something of a game.
I don't like losing.
She stood up after a moment and reached behind her to pull on the zipper of her springer. I determinedly stared at a campsite slightly to the right on the shoreline behind her. A man and his kids were fishing, the kids with those bright-colored cartoon rods that were little more than toys. She shrugged out of the top portion, pulling her arms free, and then sat back down. She was, of course, wearing a bikini top. Did she sleep in the stupid thing or something?
"Hot today," she commented.
I sort of grunted in agreement. The fishing man was casting out again, dutifully ignoring his children as they poked around in the bait bucket.
"So…" Rosalie leaned back, tilting her face towards the sun. I was determinedly not looking at her barely-covered chest or flat, toned stomach. "Why are you supposed to stay away from me?"
I worked hard to find my voice again, still totally not looking at the soft swell of her breasts in the bikini top. I wished she would put the top of her springer back on. "That's…" I tried and failed to find an explanation. "Don't worry about that. I just am."
She looked over at me, a small smile playing at her lips. Her plump, teasing lips. "I just think, you know, if our parents were going to be worried about any of us, it would be Jasper and Alice."
Yeah, well, Jasper probably didn't try to get out of this trip by confessing what a horndog he was. Which made sense, since it seems like it was pretty easy for him to seal the deal. Not quite the same situation.
I didn't say this, however. I just did that weird agreement-grunt again.
"Do you want to stay away from me?"
I tore my eyes away from the opposite shore, from the fishing dad and kids. The expression on Rosalie's face was unreadable. I swallowed hard. "More than any other fucking thing in this world." I said this despite the hard-on that I had developed since she pulled off her springer. Despite everything in my mind screaming to the contrary.
Her lips twisted into a wry smile. "Is that so?" She didn't seem bothered by my answer.
Here's the thing about Rosalie: she's a fucking tease. That's what she does. Trust me, if I thought for a second that she would do anything other than laugh at me and chalk it up to a win in some sort of twisted game, I'd tell her everything right now. How badly I wanted to kiss her. Touch her. How crazy she drove me every year. How I wanted her more than anything else, wanted to know her in ways that no other guy had, or if they had, then in ways that no other guy would after me. How good I wanted to make her feel. How good I wanted her to make me feel. I would tell her all of it, from the sweet to the absolutely fucking filthy stuff that would probably get me sent to military school or something if my parents ever caught wind of it.
But the fact is, this sort of thing is a twisted game to her. So I will never, ever tell her any of that. I'll just suffer through another summer here, and take comfort in the fact that they live just far enough away that she and Jasper are in another school district, and I don't have to see her if I don't want to, save a few hours of a few days of the year at our parent's company get-togethers.
So instead of all that, I just said, "That's so," and went back to staring at the fisherman and his kids.
X
The paddle back to the cabin was a long and silent one. Rosalie hadn't said much since I had told her I wanted to stay away from her, apart from asking for a drink of my water since she hadn't had time to grab any on her way out the door this morning. I handed over the bottle and tried not to think to hard about her lips touching it after she gave it back.
We walked into the cabin just as everyone was gathering for dinner. Dad shot me a look that said clearly that we'd be talking about my absence—and Rosalie's—later. I shrugged it off. After what I'd said to her, I doubted he had anything to worry about. Even if Rosalie continued teasing me, I was sure she'd never take me seriously, even if I did decide to tell her what I really wanted.
Dinner was hardly a silent affair, what with everyone chatting excitedly about the events of the day. I couldn't focus on the discussion, though, so frankly I had no idea what had happened. Rosalie's foot was rubbing my leg softly under the table, and I was focusing on my hamburger with single-minded determination.
I had just taken a bite when her foot moved higher, sliding over my knee to my thigh. I choked slightly, coughing to clear my airway. No one spared me more than a glance as I grabbed for my water. No one but Rosalie. She was fucking smirking at me as her toes inched under the leg of my shorts. I reached under the table as subtly as I could and grabbed her ankle, stilling her movement. She gave me a wicked sort of smile and licked her lips. I turned all of my attention to trying to hide the intense pain my zipper was causing me. I didn't spare one thought for how fucking smooth her skin was under my hand. Nope, not one thought at all.
I couldn't figure out how to get her foot off of me without bringing attention to what was going on, so I shot her a warning look before removing my hand. She scooted closer to the table under the guise of reaching for the ketchup, and her foot slid further up my shorts. I exhaled hard through my nose, trying to keep quiet.
"Right, Emmett?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around, finding everyone staring expectantly at me. It was Alice who had addressed me. I had no fucking idea what to say. Under the table Rosalie's foot rubbed my thigh softly. I cleared my throat and threw all hope into Alice not setting me up for humiliation. "Right," I muttered.
I guess it was the right answer because no one seemed surprised and the normal chatter resumed. Dad was saying something about the baseball teams that Edward and I were on—Edward at WU and myself at Forks High—and what a shame it was that Alice was restricted to the softball team, since she was better than most of the guys, which was, you know, true.
Finally, Rosalie's foot retreated and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Too soon. A second later, her foot was back, much higher this time, and pressing lightly on my dick. A small moan escaped me and I forced a cough to cover it up. Then her foot was gone, for good this time.
I didn't know what to think. She had always teased me, more than I could really stand, but this was the first time she had ever touched me like that. Either she was getting braver with her teasing shit, or…could this be different?
I wasn't about to risk humiliation, or my parent's wrath, to find out.
X
The fourth time our families came to the lake was the summer I turned twelve. Edward was fifteen and had his first girlfriend, Tanya. I only remember her because at one point I walked in on them kissing, and Edward had his hand up her shirt. I guess I didn't get the appeal at the time, and Edward just laughed and told me I'd 'understand when I was older'. I was pretty unsatisfied with that answer. Edward and I were close enough in age to relate, but distant enough for him to have the uncanny ability throughout our lives to make me feel like a little kid. I didn't want to 'understand when I was older'. I wanted to understand right then.
The thing was, I wasn't really interested in girls yet. Not like that. So who the hell was I going to kiss? I was a little too old to just walk up to a girl, kiss her, and run away. But I gave literally no fucks about dating.
So I kissed Rosalie. We were sitting on the dock with our own cheap kiddie fishing poles and she looked at me and smiled and I don't know, I just sort of leaned in and kissed her.
It was a quick kiss, nothing scandalous. And after, I still didn't really get it, why Edward was so interested in kissing Tanya.
But starting the next summer, Rosalie turned into the giant fucking tease I know today. And the summer after that, it started to work. So I guess somewhere along the line I started to understand why Edward was so interested in kissing. To date, I'd kissed a lot of girls. A few times it had gone further than that.
But I had never kissed Rosalie again.
X
Late that night, I lay in bed, wide awake while Edward snored loud enough to wake the entire lake. How his roommate put up with that shit, I'd never understand. I thought about getting up and pushing him to lay on his side. He was a heavy enough sleeper, a skill I guess he picked up through having two younger siblings, and he probably wouldn't have woken. But still, I continued to lay there, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't his snoring that was keeping me awake, anyway.
I finally sighed and got up, thinking I'd seek out some privacy and finally give into the urge to jerk off. I had tried in the shower earlier, but after the third time Alice had knocked, complaining she needed to pee, I'd given up. A single bathroom for five people wasn't the best wanking environment. And fuck, I needed it.
One day. One fucking day and Rosalie already had me feeling like this. And to think everyone thought I was exaggerating about the blue balls.
I headed for the screened-in back porch, the furthest point in the cabin from the bedrooms, and the only place that it was almost guaranteed no one would wander into this late at night. I sat down in one of the wicker chairs with a sigh and stared at my tented pajama pants for a minute. This was it, I thought bitterly. This perpetual state of arousal, sneaking around to jerk off, this was was my life for the next couple of weeks.
I sighed again and slid my hand under the elastic waistband, grasping my dick for a second before thinking better of it and lifting my hips to pull my pants down to mid-thigh, freeing my dick to the cool night air. I nearly moaned at that alone. I grasped my dick firmly again, giving it a few pumps, my eyes sliding closed. I let my imagination wander.
It wasn't really a surprise where it wandered. As my hand slid over my cock, my mind conjured an image or Rosalie on her knees between my legs, one hand replacing mine, stroking me faster with every few passes, squeezing slightly. She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders to ghost against my thighs, and her tongue darted out to lick the tip. I groaned loudly, forgetting for a moment where I was, and then bit my lip. In my mind, Rosalie smirked at me and leaned forward again to lick me from base to tip, slowly, before taking the head into her mouth, sucking softly.
I hissed, my free hand coming down to cup my balls as I imagined her soft lips moving down, taking more of me in, her hand still working what she couldn't take.
I felt the pressure building already. I wasn't going to last long, even with just a fantasy.
I imagined her swallowing me, sliding me as far down her throat as she could, and with a shudder and a bit-back curse I came, blowing my load over my hand and stomach.
I sat there for a second, my softening dick still exposed to anyone who might happen upon me, my eyes closed as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly there came the sound of a screen door swinging open and then slapping shut. I sat up, quickly pulling my pants back up, desperately searching for any sort of explanation for my current location and state.
After a moment I realized that the sound had come from the Hale's cabin, not ours. My eyes searched the darkness and found a shape moving along the shadows of the walls, and I realized, gratefully, that whoever it was didn't seem to be able to see me in the darkness of the porch.
They paid me no mind as they made their way towards the dock, and when they finally stepped out of the shadows of the cabin into the moonlight, I sucked in a breath. It was none other than Rosalie.
I should have gotten up and gone back to bed. I should have gone inside and made something to eat. I should have done pretty much anything other than continuing to sit there and watch as she took off her flimsy robe and eased her way into the water. I should have done anything that would have prevented me from seeing that she was skinny dipping.
But I didn't. I sat there and let her undo the work I had just done. Even then, really, I should have slipped inside, called it a night. I should have done anything other than what I did do, which was to leave the porch and head for the lake.
I kept to the moonlight. There was just more of a creep factor in sticking to the shadows as I approached the lake where a girl was swimming naked, assuming that she was alone.
What was I thinking? What was I even going to say? What did I think was going to happen?
Rosalie heard my footsteps and turned around in the water, worry flashing across her face for a second. "Oh, Emmett." She let out a breathy little laugh. "You scared me. I didn't think anyone was up."
I gritted my teeth, slightly irritated with the smile she was giving me. The smile that said she didn't think anyone was up, but she hoped. Because we all know she wasn't hoping for the reasons I'd like.
"What are you doing?" My voice came out low, with something of a growl to it. Thick with arousal, that's what they'd call it. I fought the urge to clear my throat, sure that would draw her attention to it.
She surveyed me for a second, treading water. "Swimming," she finally answered.
"I can see that." I swallowed hard, still fighting the urge to clear my throat.
"How much did you see?" She eyed me interestedly, but I refused to answer her. She seemed to deduce the answer from my silence. "That hardly seems fair."
"You're the one who decided to come out here naked." I shrugged, trying to play it off like it didn't affect me. It didn't fool her. Why else would I have come down here?
"I mean, you should join me." She eyed me up and down. "Level the playing field."
I shook my head.
She was quiet for a second. "What did you come down here for, then?"
I answered her honestly. "I have no fucking idea."
And then I turned and walked back to the cabin, through the screen door, and back to my bedroom.
Sleep never did come that night.
X
AN: So… Was this a triumphant return to this story? Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
Chapter three is in the works already. I don't plan to drop this again, since it's one I think I can finish before the fall semester starts and I lose all free time for myself again.
Anyway, I'd love to hear from you guys. I just slaved away at 5,000 words, so won't you consider dropping me a few? :3
See you very, very soon!