Sorry about yesterday. Sometimes sleep likes to win over writing.

Her

Jasper's dick pushes into me from behind, his arms trapping me within their strong cage as he leans his hands against the metal on either side of me. His lip kiss my neck, my shoulder, where my dress dips so low in the back.

"Fuck, Bella," he says, his hips slowly retreating before thrusting forward again. "You feel so good."

I wonder if she's happy right now. If she's in front of the judge. If they've said their vows. Does her pretty pink dress match the pretty pink blush on her cheeks? Is her hair still perfectly curled or did he mess it up with a quick swipe of his fingers when he kissed her right before?

"Yes," he whispers, his pace quickening, jerking harder against sensitive flesh. "I could fuck you all day."

She wanted me to be there, and I had every intention on doing just that, but I couldn't. When those courthouse doors loomed in front me, beckoning me as my cell phone rang with her ringtone, my feet filled with lead. I ran the other direction, ignoring her call, and pleading a meeting with someone else.

His hips crush the silk to my skin where it soaks in the sweat from my body. It's so hot, unusually so for the season. He parked the car underneath a grove of trees, and yet they do nothing to block the sun from beaming down, setting our bodies on fire, fueling his thrusts racing for that release.

"Oh, god." His groans echo from trunk to trunk, knocking the leaves, so orange in their brilliance, to the ground. "I'm close. Please tell me you're close."

My cell phone remains silent. I was granted one call from her before she forgot I was supposed to be there. Does she care that I'm not by her side while she changes our lives forever? Has her selfishness blinded her to her daughter's unhappiness? She wasn't always like this, craving for attention, needing the comfort of a man in her life, in her arms.

She used to be carefree. Loving all but never enough to keep them around for long. Luring men in with a wink of her eye, a wiggle of her finger. She would fuck them so good, I'd be able to hear their cries for more for days, and then she'd say goodbye long before I climbed out of bed, preferring to spend the morning just her and I. Her arms around me. On the couch. Watching cartoons. Laughing until the sun set and a new day started.

"Fuck, Bella!" His hips hit mine so good, as he presses me harder into the hood. "I'm almost there. I'm—"

Words escape him as his hips become erractic, chasing that feeling of completion. His fingers flex against the metal before they grip my neck, my hair, pulling my head back until the sun blinds me with its rays.

They must be married by now. They must have both signed their lives away. Edward. He will be my brother. The boy whose dick I've sucked, whose cum I've tasted, whose desire I've seen take over his face, who can still turn my body on with just one look despite my protests. Can I ever look at him as anything else? Do I want to?

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jasper comes so violently behind me, his hips moving so harsh as he screams into the foliage before laying his sweaty forehead against my back, the silk probably turning a darker shade with the moisture it collects. His harsh breaths make me feet hot, uncomfortably so as his dick slips out of me.

I will have to see that green-eyed boy every day. Share a house with him. Witness all the girls he brings home. And I have to be his sister. Love him like a sister. Touch him like a sister. Because anything else would just be wrong…right?

Jasper spins me around, laying my back against the metal, his hand finding that moist trail up my thighs. "Your turn. Let me hear you scream."

I do, but maybe not in the way he would like.