Emmett's POV:
Rosalie, Alice and Esme left ten minutes ago to head into town, it was late. Around seven but Alice had ordered a dress and she demanded that she, Rosalie and Esme make the drive to Port Angeles worth their while, which meant a full on shopping spree for the three off them.
I obviously decided to stay home, me? Shopping? Huh.
Carlisle sat on the armchair opposite the couch, reading, and I slumped down, with the remote in my hand. Flicking through the channels, there was literally nothing on that was in any way good. I sighed and then decided to stop looking.
"Why don't you read a book? Emmett?" Carlisle asked, I scoffed.
"A book?" I asked, he nodded.
"Nah." I told him, it's not that I didn't like reading, I mean out of boredom over the years I had managed to read every book in the house at least twice, and as of right now, I wanted something exciting to do. I didn't want to read, or watch the TV, I was in one of those moods where I wanted to have a good time…but there was nothing fun enough around me to help out.
Suddenly the back door opened and Jasper walked in, he walked along normally but the moment he saw me and Carlisle in the room, his eyes met mine. I raised my eye brows and dropped them, a silent "Hi" and he smiled and sat down on the other chair.
Just at that moment, the phone rang. Carlisle got up and answered it.
"Dr. Cullen?" A female voice asked.
"Yes, Sandra, what is it?"
"Dr. Cullen, I'm sorry to call you at home, but I've been told to ask you to come in. Traffic collision just outside the hospital, including a bus and a drunk driver, we've got two dead and many injured, I'm sorry but we need your help. You're the best."
"It's no problem, I'm on my way." Carlisle said and he hung up the phone, shot upstairs and back down, he had his medical equipment with him and his coat already on.
"There's an emergency at the hospital, I've been called in, and I'll be home late tonight." he said, and with that, he was out the door and a few seconds later I could hear his car driving away.
Oh shit.
Jasper and I were alone, I looked at him. He looked at me and I turned away.
"So…" I said, trying to ease the tension. I failed. I stared straight ahead at the television, my eyes locked on it though in my peripheral vision I could see Jasper watching me,
Awww shit!
He could probably tell how nervous I felt right now, I risked a glance at him and he looked away instantly. I continued to pretend to watch the most boring television show, and while it went on and while I reacted to it and watched the screen intently, I was utterly focused on my brother.
I couldn't keep this in, no one was home, so I was free to talk and we all knew we'd have to talk about it at some point or another.
"Jasp-"
"Emme-"
We both chuckled; it seemed my brother had wanted to say something too. I looked at him.
"You first."
"No you." he insisted. I sighed.
"W-Well, I was just thinking about that night...on the camping trip." I said, avoiding his eyes. He nodded and looked away.
"What about it?" he asked.
"I think we need to talk, about it, about what happened," I said, he nodded again. So I continued. "Listen, Jasper. I can't stop thinking about that night; it's on my brain twenty-four-seven. I do my hardest to not think about it, honestly, mate, but it's hard. I knew it was wrong, hell when I got back I fucked Rose four times in a row to get my mind off it, prove to myself that sex with her was so much better. But it wasn't, and now it doesn't matter how many times we have sex, you and Edward are on the brain!" I blurted out, I hated myself and I looked down ashamed.
Then I bravely looked up at Jasper took a deep breath and spoke. "I loved it. That night, just being there in the water with you and Edward, it was…just…whoa." I laughed and he smiled, "It was amazing, I've never had an orgy like that before, man."
Jasper smiled and turned to me, he got up and walked over and slumped down next to me.
"I feel exactly the same," he confessed, I looked up at him, a shocked expression on my face, he smiled and nodded. "I've been thinking about it too, making love with Alice has lost its thrill since that night, and no matter how hard I try to move on, I can't. Mainly because of you and Edward!"
"Us?" I asked, he nodded. "I'm an Empath, I can tell what other's are feeling, I can feel it. With you and Edward, continuously horny and thinking about me all the time, it kind of rubs off." he laughed. I nodded.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Jazz couldn't.
Edward the virgin sure as hell kept thinking of it, it's the closest thing to sex the dudes ever had.
All three of us wanted more, but I shook my head.
"I can feel that." Jasper said, "I can feel the guilt, I feel all of it. Yours, Edward's and my own. I know it's wrong, so does Edward."
"It is wrong, it was a one night thing that weakened. One night thing, we've got to let it go." I said, standing up and storming over to the window and crossing my arms, I stared out into the night, watching the rodents and forest animals, watching the fireflies and listening to the gentle rhythm of the pond.
"I understand, we won't bring it up again, none of us. We'll move on." Jasper said. "I'm going for a shower." He got to his feet and walked up the stairs, it was only when he was at the top of the stairs did I hear his feet shuffle and I knew he had turned back around to the staircase. "You're welcome to join me."
And with those stupidly seductive words, my entire vow, to never think of them that way again, was broken and I was running up the stairs after him, unzipping my pants as I went.
