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1. How can Bella be so naïve? Surely she must have had sex ed?.....................No, Bella never had sex ed because it wasn't offered at her school. She DID have an anatomy lesson in biology but that only went into it a TINY bit. It was a short lesson. I am relying on my own experiences. In my school, the only exposure to sex ed I had was skipping over the reproductive system in biology. No one explained it to me except for my mother – our school basically told us sex was bad and wait until you're married.

THAT'S why Bella's so naïve and innocent.

Jasper Whitlock

Sleep didn't come easily.

Bella fell quickly off into dreams nearly the moment her head touched the pillow. She had taken the time to pull her large t-shirt on but that was it. She lay curled into a ball, a slight smile on her lips.

Frankly, I found it astounding she could even sleep after tonight. But we'd had a long day and I was also exhausted.

Standing up, I went into the bathroom. I was agonizingly hard, my aching member pulsing beneath my hands. I stroked myself slowly, sitting down on the closed toilet lid. Closing my eyes, it was so easy to imagine that it was Bella's small hand closing around the base, bringing her small fingers up to touch the head.

It had been pure agony to pull away from her when the head of my over-sensitive cock slid over the tips of her soaking folds, the water hot against my skin. But I had pulled away.

I wanted Bella to stay innocent forever – a blushing beauty. But I also wanted to show her what her body could do. I wanted to lead her into a world of pleasure and ecstasy, to hear her whimper as I slipped into her. But I wanted to preserve her innocence. Right?

I wanted both of these things simultaneously and that was a wish that was impossible to fulfill. So, not knowing what else to do, I had stopped.

My hand was now rougher, jerking my cock deliciously, pumping the long shaft. Abruptly, I came in my hand, the liquid beginning to run down my arm. I got up to wash my hands quickly in the shaky sink, the evidence of my release swirling with the soap down the drain.

My balls were no longer howling in pain and I pulled on my underwear and jeans, the chill beginning to permeate my body.

Then I crawled into the narrow bed with Bella, fitted my body to hers and pressed my face into the thick waterfall of her hair. And as the silky locks slid along my nose and lips, I forgot for a single moment the hell we were in.

xXx

Something soft touched my temple, brushing up through my hair. I felt something hard, like fingernails, touch my scalp, playing in my hair.

My eyes fluttered open. Bella sat Indian style beside me, her knees touching my side. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had changed clothing, now in clean jeans and a dark blue hoodie. In her hand sat a large blueberry muffin.

"where did you get that?" I asked, pointing to the muffin.

She smiled and looked around the room. I could see that the sun was barely risen, weak, hopeless rays of light slanting through the dirty windows. "I bought it at a gas station."

Abruptly, all my exhaustion was gone and I quickly sat up. I gripped her shoulders in my hands, squeezing more than I should have. "Never go anywhere without me, Bella," I hissed. "Never."

"Jasper, what's wrong?" Her eyes were wide with incredulity and fear.

Quickly, I let go of her, realizing how close I had just come to hurting the one person I couldn't live without. I dug my hands into my hair, gritting my teeth. "I thought you would have realized the dangers there are in the city with what happened yesterday. Never go out without me there to protect you. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."

I felt her thin arms wrap securely around me, pulling my head to her breast. She stroked my hair soothingly and I was reminded of a mother I had long since forgotten. Even through her hoodie, I felt my little sister's body warmth, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, inhaling the scent that always made me think of sluggish, erotic butterflies dancing in the sunlight.

"I'm so sorry, Jasper," she said softly. "I won't do it again. I only wanted to have something ready when you woke up."

My fingers slipped under her hoodie to graze across the smooth supple skin of the small of her back. I felt her shiver and I smiled slightly.

"It's alright, Bella. Thank you for the breakfast."

As we ate the blueberry muffin, I tried to plan how today would work. Right now we weren't in desperate need of a place to stay for we could sleep here, but a job and money was at the front of my mind. Bella was getting thinner from eating only one meal a day and I hated knowing it was from our need to scrimp and save our money for as long as possible. I wanted to be able to buy her a feast and know we could exist thus daily without worry.

But our money would run out, and it was only a matter of weeks before that happened.

"You'll come with me, little sister, and help me get a job," I said. "It's much too dangerous to leave you here alone and I need your help anyway." I put another torn piece of muffin into my mouth.

"What kind of work do you hope to get?" she asked.

I glanced up and grinned. Bella had crumbs smeared over her lips. "I think you need to learn to use a napkin." Holding her chin in my hand, I brought it to my mouth, licking away the crumbs from her parted lips. "The only thing I'll be good for is manual labor. Perhaps I can get a job as a dishwasher . . . or a gravedigger." I winked at her, releasing her chin.

"You will not be a gravedigger, Jasper."

Later, when we were on the streets perusing Help Wanted signs, I caught a glimpse of a television inside a coffee shop. It was turned on the news and a woman reporter was standing before a house that looked frightening similar to the one Bella and I had left only days ago. I felt the blood drain from my face as I took a step towards he long window that covered the front of the shop.

"Jasper?" Bella's quiet voice was concerned and she stepped towards me, looking first at my face before following my line of sight to the TV. "Oh my God."

Without speaking, I pushed the glass doors open and immediately I was punished with the words I knew would come from the TV.

". . . . a brutal Pennsylvania Slaying. The body of a middle-aged man was found in his home this morning after a friend stopped by the house to check on him, saying he hadn't seen his coworker for days now. The man had a fatal stab wound to the lower stomach and according to the authorities, the man had two teenage children who are nowhere to be found. Although the identity of the victim is not being released as of yet, the police are putting a nation-wide search for the two children."

Two pictures of Bella and I flashed up on the screen. And still the reporter's words found my ears.

" . . . . if anyone has seen these children. Sherriff Taylor has assured us that they do have at least two suspects."

The rest of the reporter's words entered my ears in a mush of letters and dramatic pauses. I stared sightlessly at the screen as photographs of Father's dead body appeared. Blood, so much blood – black and thick.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and it only made me realize how cold my body was, icy all the way to my fingertips. There was no more hiding and hoping that no one would ever find a body that was laying out in the open. Father was found and the police would soon begin putting together the evidence.

"Jasper," she choked out. "They're going to find out." Her voice was barely a whisper, inaudible to anyone else. "They're going to know, they'll find out."

I turned quickly. Frantic tears glistened in her eyes and her hands trembled. I gathered her in my arms tightly, needing to feel the comfort of her small body against mine. "No, Bella, they won't," I replied firmly, knowing my words were only a desperate lie. I glanced around the coffee shop to make sure no one had recognized us. "Nothing will happen, and even if they do find us, we have our story. We were only victims of a kidnapping."

I kept my voice low so that we wouldn't be overheard. I suddenly thought back to yesterday in the alley and I knew it would be only a matter of time until the authorities pieced everything together.

"They'll be looking for us," she whispered. "They have us declared missing persons."

"It doesn't matter, they can't find us."

Bella's stomach growled and she blushed slightly, trying to convince me that half a muffin was all she needed to survive. But I took one look at her thin, pale skin and cursed myself. I would not let her starve.

"I'm going to get you some real breakfast, Bella," I said, moving towards the front of coffee shop.

Her fingers were tight on my arm. "No, Jasper, we need to save our money."

"Fine."

Glancing around, I saw a man get up out of his chair in which he sat before a plate of toast and sausage, a steaming paper cup of coffee beside it. He hadn't even touched his food before he got up and disappeared into the men's room.

Unhurriedly, I walked to the table and picked up the plate in one hand and the coffee in the other. "Breakfast time." I grinned and winked at her.

Her eyes widened and she looked frantically around – no one was paying attention to us. "We can't just steal that man's food!" she hissed.

I paused, looking straight into her eyes, now serious. "Didn't you see him, Bella? He wore a suit and a Rolex. He had a bulging wallet for Christ sakes. Do you really think he can't afford to just go buy another breakfast?"

She was silent and I took that as an affirmation to continue. Handing her the steaming paper cup, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the glass door. I was ready to leave that place – someone might recognize us. As we sat down on a hard plastic bench, I glanced over to see that she looked at the toast and sausage with such hunger that it made my insides twist with guilt.

We halved the meal, or so she thought. Whenever she took a bit, I tore a piece of my toast and dropped it into her lap that was already full of toast shreds. Bella liked to pick apart her food before she ate it. I wasn't that hungry anyway and even when my stomach did begin to rumble, I couldn't help but remember the look in her dark eyes, so full of hunger and longing.

Thinking about the report we'd seen earlier, I began to wonder at all my crimes. Murder, auto theft, aggravated assault, regular theft, unlicensed driving.

"Jasper?" Bella asked softly. "Do you ever think of Mother?"

"Sometimes," I admitted. "Why?"

"Do you remember anything about her? It's been so long since she died and the only reason I know what she looks like is from photographs."

"The only thing I remember is the way she smelt – of butterflies and sunshine," I answered. "Like you. And we were only toddlers when she died, it's understandable that we don't remember much." Gently I took her hand in mine. "Don't think of Mother anymore, little sister. We're on our own now, the past is behind us."

I watched as she brought her feet up on the hard bench so that they curled beneath her. She leaned heavily on my shoulder and breathed in deeply. "Thank you, Jasper," she said quietly, her lips grazing over the fabric of my jacket. I wished I could feel them on my skin.

"You're welcome." I laughed once. "But for what this time?"

She looked soberly up at me, her eyes trusting and completely open. "For always being with me. For protecting me."

"How could I ever do otherwise?" I replied, stroking her hair, not caring if people on the busy streets saw us. "You're the only reason I ever stayed at Father's. I couldn't abandon you, plus you were still in school. I would never pull you away from your education unless it was absolutely necessary. We will stay together and no one will ever hurt you again."

Bella was my sister. And I knew that other people viewed our relationship as wrong, unholy, sinful. But they were wrong. I glanced down at the way her body curled towards mine, her dark eyes large and filled with worries. There was nothing sinful in touching and holding her. She was my angel and I adored her.

How could it be wrong to want to give her happiness, pleasure? How could it be unholy to want to show her the wonders of her body?

It wasn't, that's how.

No one could tell me that what we did was sinful. No one.

Holding her close to me, I ran my hands over the hem of her jeans, wondering if she had doubts about us, wondering if she knew there was nothing wrong with licking, kissing, sucking. I both heard and felt her sigh contentedly. Ignoring the hordes of people walking by the plastic bench was sat on alone, I dipped a finger into the rough fabric.

Although she couldn't see, I raised an eyebrow. "Wearing panties today, little sister?"

I could almost feel her cheeks heat. "It gets very uncomfortable without panties, Jasper," she whispered, hiding her face in my chest so that her voice was muffled.

I grinned, amused, still touching the hem of her panties inside her jeans. I played with the covered insides of her thighs, stroking her.

"Jasper, people will see." She squirmed almost uncomfortably in my arms. "Stop, you can't do that in public."

"Nobody even cares, Bella. You could strip naked and people wouldn't pay attention."

I paused, suddenly unsure of my last statement. Of course they would notice her, how could they not? She had a seductress's figure and was yearning to be touched. Her pert breasts and tight nipples would attract hungry eyes, those male and female eyes alike would move lower of her stomach to the curling hair that hid the tight, moist sheath inside her. Yes, people would definitely look if she gave her naked body to their eyes.

Suddenly, I felt her body shift close to mind and her eyes were closed tightly as she bit her lip. Unconsciously, I had moved my fingers to her ass, stroking the round cheeks slowly and softly through her jeans. Now I pulled my hands away only to pull her into my lap. Her back pressed against my chest and I pressed her hips down onto me.

I knew she felt my growing erection. I knew she could feel me harden inside my jeans. Bella's hands trembled and she quickly stuffed them into the front pocket of her hoodie to hide her quivering. Then I realized that it was after lunch and I had yet to find a decent job. Dumping the empty paper cup and plate into the wire trashcan beside us, I stood up and set Bella on her feet.

"The search for work isn't over yet," I muttered.

xXx

The day wore on like a bad dream from which my only solace was Bella. I wound up acquiring work as a waiter in a mediocre Italian restaurant. I used a false name for fear that anyone might track us down – Jasper Dahl – and made up the other information, hoping no one would investigate is validity. As I filled out the application, I made Bella wait outside. I didn't want her trying to work too.

But, as I filled out the application, the hostess, a blonde, formidable woman named Rosalie, glanced at me and said since no one had applied in months, that I would get the job opening. The application was only a formality.

"Thank you, ma'am," I said sincerely, standing up to leave.

"Just don't make me regret it."

For the first time in so long, I had done something right. For the first time, I had headed into the right direction and done something that would actually benefit Bella and me instead of screwing up our lives.

But when I came through the door and was once again on the bustling sidewalk, Bella was gone.

Panic exploded inside me, hot and sharp with the same metallic tang of terror. I whirled, my eyes scanning the crowd. My heart sped, the blood draining from my face. God, no, this couldn't be happening! Shit, why had I been so fucking stupid as to insist that she stay outside?

"Bella?" My voice sounded strangled and hoarse even to my own ears, barely loud enough for a yell.

A few people turned to me, concerned, but all I knew was that Bella was missing and that suddenly there was a deafening rushing sound in my ears, as if I was drowning in the Ohio River, the current threatening to control me.

Oh fuck, how could I be so foolishly stupid?

With the panic rising to full volume inside me, I called out her name again.

"Yes, Jasper?"

I spun around to see that Bella was standing behind me, her hair no longer in its former ponytail so that the long tendrils lifted in the breeze. Her hands were stuffed deep into her pockets against the cold, her back pack on her back. We always carried our bags with us for anyone could steal them if we left them somewhere.

Relief flooding my senses, I wrapped my arms around her tightly, assuring both my body and my mind that she was actually here. I buried my face in her hair, struggling to keep down my sudden anger. "Jasper, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Where did you go?" I demanded almost harshly, pulling back to look at her. My eyes were almost angry.

"I . . . I went to use the bathroom," she said, confusion and worry coloring her tone.

Such an ordinary answer. Such a completely ordinary explanation that I felt my bubble of fury burst like a needle had viciously punctured the thin skin of the emotion. "I thought I had lost you," I choked, kissing her forehead. "I thought something awful had happened and that this time I wouldn't be able to protect you."

"Oh, Jasper, please forgive me." She hugged me tightly then and I forgot my panic and allowed myself to breathe in her scent.

Then I remembered what I had wanted to tell her all along. Grinning, I held her and twirled her in my arms, my hands lifting her by her ass, making her legs wrap around me. "Would you like to know the good news?"

She smiled. "Of course."

"I got it, Bella. I got the job."

She squealed happily and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Yes, for once, I had finally done something right.

xXx

I should have let Bella sleep when we got to our abandoned building that night. She certainly deserved it. The sun was sinking lower and I knew that we both were tired from walking the entire day. I couldn't get my mind off those two photos of us on the television screen. Anyone could have taken notice and seen us, recognized us and reported us to the police. I should have let her sink onto the bed and close her eyes to the harsh world that we lived in.

But instead, I told her to take a bath. The grime of the streets had crusted on her skin and I wanted her to be clean. I wasn't as dirty as Bella had been so I decided to forgo my bath until that morning. I lay on the bed while she took a bath, leaving the door open so that I could see her in the tub. Once, she lifted up and leaned over the reach the bar of soap and I saw her dripped breasts rise from the hot water like inverted mountains of desire. The nipples were soft from the water but when her eyes looked up to mine, I saw them harden into dark buds.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel, I glanced over to her. I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"I have been thinking, little sister," I said. "What do you know of positions?"

She sat hesitantly on the bed, Indian style. The towel rode up a little on her legs and parted slightly. Unbeknownst to her, her still wet pussy was bared to me. "What do you mean?" she said, voice uncertain.

"What I mean is that surely you know of the missionary position, correct?"

She blushed. "Yes."

"Show me."

I stood up from the bed so that she could do as I asked. A dark blush skyrocketed across her face and she clutched her towel tighter around herself. Slowly, I reached down from where I stood and pulled the towel from her body. She shivered slightly and I couldn't blame her, the air was chilly. But I didn't tell her to put on any clothing; I wanted to see her.

"Show me," I prodded gently.

Slowly, tentatively, she laid back on the bed, completely naked, and spread her legs ever so slightly apart. Her eyes were wide, nervous, and I wanted to take away all her modesty so that she would be completely comfortable with me. "Very good," I said, standing before the bed, my eyes riveted on hers. "Is that all you know?"

She bit her lip. "I know . . . a few things from that magazine," she whispered. She meant the Playboy she had seen in the minivan after we stole it.

"Show me, please."

Bella changed position on the bed, moving so that she was on her hands and knees, her ass towards me. I saw that wetness was sliding down her thighs and it wasn't from the bathwater she had just exited. I moved so that I kneeled on the bed, her ass almost two feet away from me, and played with her folds between her legs. "Is it possible that this arouses you, Bella?" I inquired quietly, moving my other hand to touch her ass cheeks. "You're wet here, dripping."

Her moan was so faint that I barely heard it. I slid a finger into her wet sex, pushing it in all the way to the knuckle and moving it in a circular motion. I felt her walls tighten around the digit. Her breasts dangled down, the nipples taut and erect. I watched as a bead of water slid down the soft skin to the nipple, beading on the point before dripping onto the sheets. I was hard inside my jeans but I ignored it for now.

Looking back at her creamy ass, I trailed my fingertips down it, watching as my fingers left small red streaks that disappeared. I leaned down to kiss her left cheek, my tongue reaching out to lick her. She moaned softly, her head dangling down, her wet hair falling over the single pillow on the bed. Then I flicked my wrist and slapped her ass, just enough to where a pink glow spread over the sensitive skin. She jumped, surprised, and yelped. I grinned as she pushed her hips back towards my hand. A thick drop of her arousal fell from her soaked slit, landing on the sheet.

"Did you enjoy that, Bella?" I inquired, placing my hands over her ass, squeezing slightly.

"Y-yes," she whimpered.

"Are you afraid?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Why are you afraid?"

She paused. "Because it hurts a little . . . yet it feels good."

I smiled softly at her hesitance and stroked her pussy. "Many men and women practice spanking, my sweet little Bella. Usually as a way to heighten the other's arousal and sexual sensitivity. It is nothing bad, unless it is intended that way." I pushed my finger into her again, curling it slightly this time. Her hips bucked back to me, her pussy clenching in pleasure, and I suddenly wished I could see her face. But no, I was glad of her position now. The sight of her was making me increasingly hard and I knew I would have to jack off after she fell asleep tonight.

"Would you like me to spank you again?" I asked, trailing my finger down the line of her spine to her ass.

She was silent for a long while and I feared she wouldn't answer. But, when she did finally speak, her voice was soft with embarrassment and pleasure. "Yes."

Obeying her wishes, I spanked her other ass cheek, watching the moisture drip from her pussy and hearing her yelp of pain turn into a long moan of ecstasy. "Is there any other position that you know?" I asked, moving back to watch her.

Slowly, she moved so that she knelt on her knees, her breasts jostling slightly. "The man is under me, though," she explained, seeing my raised eyebrows.

"So that makes three sex positions my little sister knows," I said, moving to her. I pushed her back onto the bed so that her head was on the pillows. I took her thighs gently in my hands and pushed them apart and laid her calves on my shoulders. "Any more?"

She shook her head, looking up at me with wide eyes. "No, no more."

"You have never felt an orgasm, have you, Bella?" I asked, reaching down with my hand to play with the hair over her core, curling it around my finger softly.

Her lips parted slightly and I saw the pulse in her neck flutter frantically. I could smell her arousal on the air, a musky, heady scent that made my mouth ache to taste her once again. "No," she breathed.

"Then I shall give you one. It's damned time you learned."

I leaned down and reached out with my tongue to slide it over her folds.

Damn, guys, I'm so sorry. I keep giving you all these fucking cliffhangers. *sighs* I'm so sorry. SO sorry. Just know that the next chapter will be an extreme lime/lemon/whatever.

And because so many people have said that this story reminded them a bit of the book Flowers In The Attic, I went to the library and checked that book out because I had never read it before. And holy shit, it might be embarrassing to say, but I LOVED that book. Haha, my mom had been trying to get me to read it for years but I hadn't.

ANYWAY, I was on my vacation when I wrote this because I felt so bad about not updating. I hope you like it.

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-Ori