HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

This seems like a routine, and so I'll cut to the point.

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! I'm on my knees begging. I know I've not been updating and that will get me hanged. But I have good reasons. (Not that any reason would be good enough for not updating!) But with all that I am worth, I want to thank all of my readers who PM me, threatening drastic measures if I don't update. I know you all love my story. So please have pity on the author.

In this AN, I'd like to adress one of my reader about her question. She asked me if I think a love between adopted relatives would be wrong. If a girl were to fall in love with her adopted brother, would I think of it as wrong? To answer her question, I think that as long as they are not related by blood, then it's not wrong. The truth of it is, if you ask me, love itself is a pure thing and is never wrong in the first place. To be thwarted in love is the most cruel punishment there is, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Love is never wrong.

But the whole point of it is not whether it is wrong or not, because that's not important. What's important is that what they would do. In this situation, should the girl love her adopted brother, even though it is against the wishes of her family? This is the question I want to ask of you. We're at the point in this story when the girl must choose between two things, her love or her family. Is she ready to hurt her family for her own happiness, or hurt her happiness for her family? And that is the problem.

So, what do you think? Send me reviews that tells me what the girl should do? You never know. This story is pretty similar to Bella's story. Maybe your opinion would affect Bella's decision. If it were you, what would you do?

With that said, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my Sweet Pea for being the best fan in the world, pwtf for the support she's given me even though I'm probably the most hated person in fanfic right now, Amore Twilight because I love her name, and tally06 because well... she loved Jasper, just like me.

With all that said, I'd like to warn you that this is an M rated chapter and if you are opposed to M rated chapters (some people thinks that sex ruined the sacred meaning of love!!) then please don't read this chapter.

And thanks again for not hanging me.

xoxo

Stormy Bella.

Chapter 26- Longing and Obsession

February rolled around before anyone realized. Summer leaves have richly decorated the tree branches green. Birds began to sing. The air once again returned to its humid state. There was green everywhere.

Before they could notice all this summer beauty, it was time for their big project in Edward's class.

Bella has been busy with practice. Every day after class, the gang gathered at Alice's house to go over the play. They have reserved the university's stage several times to practice with their props. Rosalie has been in frenzy, and sometimes Bella thought they should chain Rose to the bedpost. Alice was more controlling now than ever. Even Jacob's broken his cool façade. He's always had his nose in the script now, mumbling unintelligibly to himself. In class, Bella could feel the tension whenever Edward reminded them of the project. February brought excitement.

February also brought incredible longing.

It's been more than a month since their visit with Renee. However, sometimes Bella could still hear the words spoken that day in the hospital. She was glad that the project kept her busy. But sometimes at night, when total silence fell on the house, her thought went back to the hospital room.

And then there was her obsession.

Yes, it was an obsession. Bella liked to justify herself, saying that it wasn't. But who was she fooling, really? Staring at someone for hours when he sleeps is considered an obsession. Sitting outside his door at night to hear his breathing is an obsession. Glancing at him every five seconds is an obsession. Remembering every word he said during the day is an obsession. And wishing that his girlfriend would die is an obsession.

Yup, Bella was obsessed with Edward.

It wasn't that way at first. When she got back from Phoenix, all Bella wanted was to tell Edward everything Renee said. All she wanted from him was a hug, a kiss.

She banked in all of her wants. She needed to control them. What Renee has said was still fresh in her mind, and though she resented her mother, Renee was right.

Her feelings for Edward were just plain out wrong.

But as time progressed, her wants changed. First, it was just about wanting a hug. Then a touch. A caress. A kiss.

Now, it was so much more than that.

She watched Edward now. Silently, but she did. She liked to look at him while he was cooked, and imagine how he'd taste. When she walked by the bathroom and heard the shower running, her mind would conjure up images of Edward under the shower.

That was why, whenever Edward addressed her, her cheeks would burst in flames.

It was so wrong.

Bella sighed as she looked into the kitchen. Edward was on the phone with Tanya. Through his conversation, Bella realized that the actress has done shooting her movie, and would be back in Forks soon. The knowledge saddened Bella. She sighed again as she trudged to her room, the script in her hand. It was time to practice her project.

She flopped down on her bed and tried to get Edward out of her head. Soon, all she thought about as the play. She has gotten through with everything. She has memorized the dialogues so well she could recite it in her sleep. All in all, everything was almost done.

Except one.

The love scene. The resolution to the whole story. No matter how hard she tried to express it, the emotion never came out right. At every practice, whenever they came across this scene, Bella always failed to deliver. She has imagined how it would feel, but that didn't help. Both Alice and Rosalie could see that there was no emotion of pleasure in Bella's acting. If Alice and Rosalie could see it, then sure Edward would see it.

She's considered making love with Jacob just to know what it would be like. But the romantic side of her mind wouldn't allow her. To Bella, love-making was sacred, and should only be done when two people are very much in love with each other. It should not be done just for a project.

To sum up, Bella couldn't perform the scene.

There was a knock on the door, and Edward's messy head peaked in.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a smile. Edward was wearing his white undershirt and simple blue jeans. The simplicity of his attire made him so much more handsome.

"Practicing the play." She answered, her heart jumped at his crooked grin.

"Need any help, then?" he stepped into her bedroom and closed the door. Her heart jumped again.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have someone of expertise to help me, I guess." She smiled, and handed Edward a copy of the script. She didn't need one. She's already memorized it.

He read the script over in silence. Then he smiled at her. "Looks good. What can I help you with?"

"I'll be Beth. Can you be the characters that Beth interacts with?" she asked, knowing that it was a hard job to ask of him.

"Okay." He nodded, and soon, they fell into the play.

Edward was incredible. She has mastered Beth, and so the character came easy to her.

But Edward was another thing. He played all of the other characters in the play. For each one he had a different voice, different expressions. He even played Alice's and Rose's parts perfectly.

"Anyway, you're good on this part." Edward concluded. "Is there any other part you want help?" He asked kindly.

Bella's face flamed as she thought about it. There was one part that she couldn't get right. But, it s was such personal thing that she was reluctant to ask.

"W-Well, there was this one thing…" she said, her red face intrigued Edward. What could possibly make Bella so uncomfortable?

"Ask away." He encouraged.

"Iwanttoaskaboutthelovescene." Bella mumbled incoherently.

"Pardon me?" Edward asked again.

Bella took a deep breath. Then, gathering all her courage, she repeated slowly. "I want to ask about the love scene, how would I express it?"

Edward blushed. "W-What?"

"You don't have to help me on that if you don't want to. I understand perfectly that it's a personal subject." Bella glued her eyes to the floor. She had not the guts to look at Edward yet.

"No, I'll help you if needed. But I assure you that if you just remember your experience, you'd do just fine." Edward said, his voice a bit higher than it usually was. And much more bitter too.

She looked up at him, more embarrassed than ever. "I-I haven't a-any experience." She said, feeling small and stupid.

To say that Edward was shocked would be the understatement of the century. "Y-You haven't?" He asked, incredulous.

Bella's face reddened again as she shook her head in conformation. She was still a virgin, as pure as driven snow.

"I try to ask Alice and Rose for their help. But they won't help me. They said 'Why don't you try for yourself?' and so I have no one to help me." She explained, steering the focus away from her inexperience.

"Ah, I see." Edward said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Well, this was awkward. Then, he looked at Bella, and said in his most controlled voice. "I'll help you."

Bella nodded, grateful that he didn't laugh at her. Because honestly, she knew Jasper and Emmett would have.

Edward said slowly. "It's different for everybody, I guess. The best way to express an emotion is to experience it. Sex is pleasurable, and I guess it is much more pleasurable if you are with the partner whom you have emotional feelings for. However, I don't know if it's different for a woman and a man."

Bella felt her heart beating fast. He was very professional, yet she couldn't help feeling flustered. "I know that it's pleasurable. But I can't imagine that intense feeling, and I don't know how to express what Edmund would do to Beth and how she would feel."

Edward closed his eyes for a moment, as to consider some things. When he opened them again, they were burning. "Well, according to your script, Edmund is a vampire, right. And he was frozen in his seventeen, is he not? If I'm not mistaken, that means that his youth, or at least the hormonal part of it is still there, right?"

Bella nodded as he continued again. "So, underneath the vampire was a man. And he was still there, just hidden. When he met Beth, his desires, if you could say that, unleashed. So sex with him would be, how do I say this, animalistic-like the vampire that he was. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I understand that part. But what about Beth? How do I express her?"

"Well, I can't quite explain it to you, because I don't know how sex is for a woman. But I can act out Edmund, and you can consider what you feel in response to what he does, okay?" Edward said, his eyes burning her again.

"Okay." She squeaked.

He leaned over, much too close for her comfort, yet at the same time, not close enough.

"At first, Edmund would be very gentle and tender." He said.

And he leaned down to kiss her. His lips pressed on hers ever so lightly. His hands cupped her face, bringing her closer to him. His lips moved in harmony with hers, molded together with hers. Then, before she knew it, he was sucking her lips. She wound her arms around his neck, and her hands wasted no time to find his bronze locks. She clutched to him tighter. Mmm, Edmund is a good kisser, she thought.

Then, she felt his mouth opening, and his tongue licking hers. It was like heaven, the way he smelt, the way he tasted. Somehow, they were backed up against a wall, and he pressed against her so close that she could hardly breathe. His tongue stroking hers, at first very gentle. Then he applied more pressure, making her moan. His hands were now on her waist.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned, unable to contain herself.

"See, remember this… feeling." He said breathlessly, his mouth leaving hers despite her disapproval. "This is… how… Beth… will… respond to… Edmund's…." He couldn't finish the sentence, for her mouth was already on his, silencing him with her tongue. Oh, she won't forget this feeling, that was for sure.

"Ahh…" Edward stopped her once again. "I think that… that Edmund would really like… smell her neck…since he was a vampire…after all." He gasped, trying to explain but failed willingly when she leaned back her head so he could see her slender neck.

As she closed her eyes, she could feel his hand on her neck, sliding down gently. His mouth followed his hand, feeling her pulse. Then his mouth stopped at the hollow of her throat. Her breath choked. What would he do?

"Ohh…" she moaned. He has flicked out his tongue and dipped it at the hollow of her throat. God, how she liked it when he did that.

His hand moved down to her chest, tracing her low-cut neckline. Then he flitted his hand across her left breast, not lingering there, and down her hips. He moved both of his hands under her shirt.

The moment his cold hands touched her bare flesh, she felt the ache from her lower abdomen begins to spread upward, making her whole body tingle. His lips nibbled at her neck, sucking and licking. No doubt she would have some serious love bites tomorrow. His mouth traveled behind her ears, licking at the hollow there. She moaned loudly, for he's found her soft spot. He did that again. And again. Then, he moved his mouth to her ear, and flicking his tongue out, he traced the rim of her ear and suckled her earlobe, making her squirm against him.

"I want you Bella." He whispered hoarsely, his voice sultry and low. "I want you so, so bad. For so, so long." He looked at her under his eyelashes, and in his eyes she could see burning passion and raging desire. So much love, and so much lust. And the moment that she looked at him, she knew how true his words were, how much he wanted her.

Just as much as she wanted him.

She moved her hands from his hair and down his chest. When they were at his hips, she moved them up again under his shirt. And she almost moaned to what she felt. His body was hard and tight. She traced the contours of his hard abs muscles, feeling them quiver under her fingers. He looked at her, wide-eyed and unmoving. She traced to the middle of his chest, then touch his tight nipples with her thumbs. She watched him as he moaned, his mouth opened slightly and his eyes hooded. She leaned to smell his scent when he breathed heavily. She kissed his neck, very softly, and his mouth. She looked into his eyes, sure that he could see the lust there too.

"Then take me." She whispered as seductively as she could muster, before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing to herself the body of a god.

She looked him over, licking her lips. His broad shoulders, his well-defined chest, his muscle-packed abs, and his pale arms, all were so beautiful. So heart-wrenchingly beautiful. She roamed her eyes downward, taking in his narrow-hips and the delicious trail of light hair that led to God-knows-where. His jeans hung lowly on his hips, his hipbones jutted out, and she could see the space between his pelvis and the jeans. His desire for her strained against the jeans. She licked her lips again.

"Bella." He breathed softly, pulling her face up with two fingers under her chin. She couldn't answer because the moment her eyes met his, his lips once again crashed hers.

It wasn't the slow kiss like before. This one was wild and uncontrollable. Tongues danced a dance of pure seduction. His hands moved slowly upward, brushing against her stomach, giving her goose bumps. He rested them just below her breasts, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. She moaned loudly as one of his thumbs sneaked under the wire of her bra, and stroked the sensitive skin there.

"Oh God…" she murmured, head falling backward against the wall as he trailed his lips down her neck.

His hands lingered at the hem of her shirt. Then, in one fluid movement, he pulled it off of her.

She blushed as his eyes roamed hungrily over her exposed body. Her heart was thumping so loud that he could probably hear it. Her face burned with heat. She looked at him nervously as his breath hitched in his throat before coming out in two ragged spurts.

He lifted his eyes from her body and held her gaze. She felt dizzy, her breathing increasing. Why was he motionless?

Then, abruptly, he scooped her up in bridal style. His eyes still intense as he carried her to the bed. He tossed her down before falling on top of her. She could feel his full weight, and the pressure made her squirm in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful. So exquisite. So dangerous." He mumbled as he kissed the top of her breast. Soft, perfect mounds of womanhood, covered by a lace bra that left little to the imagination. He leaned back to stare once again at the womanly figure- the narrow waist, the flat stomach, the curvaceous hips. Bella followed his gaze, feeling the blush spread from her face to her neck, then her chest. Her breathing was shallow.

He looked into her eyes, and her breath hitched. Was it strange to be more aroused by his stare than his body? The way he looked at her, it was if he was eating her alive, devouring her body. She shuddered. He was dazzling her, some thing he did so frequently.

His hand, which was once on the bed beside her, now moved to rest on her stomach. Her breathing stopped, waiting for his next move. Her heart was racing so fast, she thought it would leap out of her ribcage.

He tore their gaze, then traveled his eyes down her body. His lanky body moved gracefully until he was facing her stomach. He brushed his hand against it tenderly.

She gasped when he reached his index and middle fingers under the waistband of her skirt. His fingers crawled across her hips and back, creating tremors in her body. He pulled her skirt down just a little, and kissed the skin that was touched by his hand.

"… Ummmm…" Bella moaned at the contact of his lips, so close to destination.

Her abdomen burned, and she could feel moisture pooling between her legs. His hand slid torturously slow down south, and rested on her crotch. He used his thumb to trail down between her legs, touching gently the heated wetness there.

Her stomach quivered as she closed her eyes forcefully. This was torture. He touched her, and then moved his hand away abruptly? It wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more.

He lifted her left leg, and slowly kissing his way upward. When he reached her belly button, he traced the rim of it with his tongue, and started French kissing her stomach. The coldness of his tongue created an incredible urge in her body, shooting up her chest, tingling. Her nipples hardened. His fingers skillfully made quick work of her skirt, and soon, it joined their shirts somewhere on the floor. She was down to her underwear.

He was facing her again, his breath hot and heavy, fanning her face in its sweet scent. Her hands locked in his hair, and she pulled him down for another kiss.

"Mmmm… Bella… I…I…" he mumbled breathlessly, his lips too busy attacking hers, his teeth pulling her tongue. He moved his hands frantically up and down her sides, then slipped them to her back. She arched her body up as he undid the bra strap. With a swift movement, the bra was cast away. She pressed her body to his, and jolted at the electricity she felt. Hot skin against hot skin.

She fumbled with his jeans' buttons. He was nibbling her neck now, grazing his perfect nose against her jaws. Somehow, miraculously, she got the jeans off him. Not without his help, of course. Her hands slid over his silky skin and around his neck as he leaned back once again. She whined at the loss of contact.

"Shh… I want to look at you." He whispered softly.

His gaze washed over her, taking in everything. Her bare chest, flushed pink, was falling up and down with every one of her ragged breaths. Her nipples tight and rosy against soft pale mounds. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened, her hair falling everywhere around her face. He froze for a moment, imprinting this in his mind. The desire and instinct kicked in, and he growled.

He pinned her shoulders down, forbidding her to touch him as he devoured her in another of his kisses. He didn't stop when she was out of breath, and trailed his lips down her throat. His hands traveled down her side, but never touching anywhere vital. South, more south. Her chest was so tight that it was hard to manage a whole breath. His lips reached the top of her breasts, kissing them until her rosy pink and hardened nipple slipped in to his ravenous mouth. She cried out, throwing her head back and offering herself to him as his tongue swept over her nipple, creating sensations that were blissfully delicious. He tasted the small pebble under his tongue, so sweet. One of his hands massaged her other breast, while his other hand slipped to her behind, and pulled her close, letting her feel the evidence of how much he wanted her. She certainly felt it, bulging and straining against his silky black boxer. Her heart, if it was possible, accelerated ten folds as his tongue made her moan. She grabbed a pillow nearby and bit it to keep the noise down.

"What are you doing?" he pulled the pillow away from her face. His eyes dark with desire.

"I-I'm too loud." She stammered, admitting with shame. How inexperienced she was.

"Don't. I want to hear it, the sounds you make when I pleasure you. How seductive you sound." He said, his eyes heavy-lidded. Then, leaning in until his mouth was against her ear, he whispered. "I like it. And I plan to hear your moans and screams all night long."

Her breath hitched as he said that. Oh God. All night long.

She wanted him, wanted him so bad that she could taste it on her tongue. Her mind went blank, her body starting to act on wild instinct. With all of her usual shyness gone, she started playing with the waistband of his boxer. He let out a soft moan. He liked what she just did. Emboldened by his response, she reached in further, her fingers following the trail of curly light hair that led to…

"Oh… God! Bella… " Edward cried out loudly, his control slipping more than Bella's ever seen. His head was thrown back; his eyes snapped shut, eyebrows crunching together. A sheen drop of sweat fell down from his temple.

She was delighted. And so she stroked him again, feeling his texture as she did. A little bit rough, but still very soft. Hard, long, and so thick against her hand. Pulsing and throbbing. Carefully, her hand moved up and down. Then she squeezed a little bit harder, with more pressure. He whimpered under her touch before opening his eyes quickly. A smile played on his features, devilish and dark.

"Bella, you're teasing me, playing with me." He whispered to her ear, while his tongue licked her earlobe. His hands caught her wrists and restrained them. Her body trembled at his dark, incredibly arousing voice. "You have no idea what I'm capable with. Trust me, Bella, I know how to love a woman. When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name."

She squeaked. How could someone go from being the prey to being the predator in just one minute?

His hands trailed silently on her body, from her breast down south. His lips were twisted into a beautifully devious smile. The long, pianist fingers rested between her legs, burning her. Then her last article of clothing was gone. She was bare, naked.

"Do you want to know what I'll do to you?" he whispered again. She nodded her head, unable to form any kind of speech. "I'll do what you did to me. Only not just with my hand." He stroked her lightly, not nearly enough. "I can make you tremble with my tongue." To demonstrate, he flicked out his tongue and drew a line from the base of her throat to her jaw. She moaned, her hands shaking. Edward and his words. She'd combust soon if he kept on talking to her like this. "I'll lick every inch of your skin, kiss every part of your body." He used his fingers to separate her folds. One finger was brushing up and down of her entrance. Her body shook; she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from any embarrassing noises. "I'll show you what true pleasure is." He kissed her neck, his tongue slightly licking. "I'll take you to places you never imagine possible." Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she lost control of her breathing. Her head spun; she couldn't notice anything else but his fingers at her entrance, stroking her wetness. His last words were hardly audible. "I'll make you scream." He plunged a finger inside her.

And scream she did. Loud.

"Ohhhh God! Edward…ohhh." She cried out, her body thrashing on the bed. The tingling sensation wasn't just tingling anymore. It was shocking her. She threw her head backward, and he sucked on her neck greedily.

"Jesus, Bella… you're so… hot… inside." He murmured against her neck, enjoying the feel of her frantic fingers scratching his back. "Mmmmmm… and very responsive too."

He pushed his fingers harder, probing her.

"Ahhh…. Please Edward, more!" Bella begged. Her breaths were coming in short, loud gasps. He added another finger, pumping in and out of her body. He curled his fingers, and Bella cried out in naked pleasure. His thumb rubbed against her clit, fondling, sending fires. Curled and uncurled.

"You're so beautiful." Edward murmured as he pulled out his fingers, leaving Bella on edge. He licked his fingers slowly, satisfied with the look on Bella's face. A wide-eyed look of shocked awe and heavy passion. "And you taste so sweet."

Her eyes widened even more when his lanky, graceful form started sliding down her body. He lifted one of her legs and put it on his shoulders. His lips found their way along Bella's leg, gradually creeping up until they reached her inner thighs. Then his mouth opened, just very slightly, and she could feel his tongue making circles on her soft thighs. Her eyes began to see white, probably because of the lack of oxygen. She let out a half shuddering breath, half moan. She hoped he was just kidding when he said he would make her tremble with his tongue. If she trembled anymore than she was, it would be called violent shaking.

Apparently, he wasn't kidding. Nope, not at all.

His tongue found the place where her legs were joined. He kissed the curls around her intimate, and buried his nose into them. Inhaling and exhaling. Her fingers were lost in his messy bronze locks, urging him for more. Her knees were shaking, her hips lifted off the bed in search for him. Her foot arched down his back, limbs tangled in limbs. He chuckled, his breath breezed against her. She wanted him so badly. The ache was no longer between her legs. It has spread to her entire body, burning her in its heat. Her blood turned hot, pounding.

"Oh!" she cried out in surprise when she felt his hot tongue on her entrance. "Ohhhh…" His tongue slid up and down, tasting her.

"Edwardddd… please…" she writhed on the bed, her arms thrashing around, her fingers twisted in the blue sheet. He let out a groan.

Then, his tongue was flat against her little bundle of nerves. He licked the oversensitive little "button", making her scream. Her body spasm, twisting and turning for an escape from this unbearable pleasure. But his strong hands imprisoned her hips as he licked and nipped and sucked. His tongue slowly explored her. She thrust her hips against his mouth, her back arched. He groaned when she called out his name, causing a vibration throughout her body. He drank her in, pleasing her and himself.

She was so close, so close. She had no idea what will happen next. All she knew was that the bubble inside couldn't hold on much longer. She could feel her head spinning out of control, readying itself for whatever was coming. His talented mouth, his talented tongue.

"Ohhh…. E-Edward…." She moaned, knowing it was coming.

He was not done yet. No, not at all. He wanted her to watch. Watch what he was doing to her. Watch as he pleasured her.

"Look at me, Bella." He commanded, the dark in his voice irresistible. She strained all that she had to open her eyes and looked down and his head between her legs. "Watch what I'm doing to you, Isabella."

And then his tongue was on her again. His mouth was sucking her bundle of nerves gently, but with enough force to make her moan. And his tongue…Oh God, his tongue…

He dipped his tongue deep inside her. Then he started thrusting it in and out of her body, an erotic imitation of intercourse.

She couldn't hold it any longer. Her body shook violently. And when she looked down, the image of his head between her legs and the moans coming from him as he made love to her with his tongue was the last straw.

Her body convulsed. An arrow shot her bubble. With one last thrust of his tongue, Edward pushed her over the edge. She could feel herself falling. The bubble shattered, and she felt every cell in her body burst. She could feel it, from her toes to her fingers to the tips of her nipples.

She let out a blood-curling scream.

With a ragged breath, she opened her eyes.

The light was blinding her.

She closed her eyes again as the feeling of disgust seeped in.

The heat, the moisture was still between her trembling legs.

She hid her head in her hand, wiping the lingering sweat.

She couldn't believe it.

She just had a sex dream about her uncle.

Okay okay, maybe now I'm the most hated person in fanfic.

But can you blame me??? I mean, it's not like Edward could just jump into her room and have wild sex with Bella!!! This is just to speed things up a bit.

Anyway, don't hang me, review, and I'll love you forever.

xoxo

Stormy Bella