Author's Note: Warning, contains lemons.

Edward's POV:

It had been a busy summer and fall for our entire family, including me. I had found my long lost best friend Jacob on my birthday. Jacob made me feel better about myself with the way he seemed to love me unconditionally, which was something I really needed after the way Bobby had dumped me months earlier. And after reading those books on gay sex, Jacob and I both decided to take things down a notch and wait awhile to have sex.

Russell had refused Bella sex, finally standing up for himself and telling her how he felt. But as soon as she got off grounding, she was over at our house in our garage giving Russell head. And with the way she gives head, Russell eventually changed his mind and caved to the sex idea. Last month, two full months after her birthday and her initial virginity taking plan, Bella succeeded in taking my brother to bed.

Russell was not the only one getting some: Emmett had kissed his first girl and boy, although as per his request, Jacob and I were keeping our mouths shut about Seth. It had happened one summer afternoon at Jacob's house when Seth came over and Mr. Black rolled outside to talk to Seth's father. It started off with Seth flirting with Emmett and had ended with the two of them pawing each other as they went into Jacob's bedroom.

Jacob and I peeked in to see what they were doing, and I clearly saw Seth's hand moving between Emmett's legs, so Jacob and I went back out to the living room and distracted the adults until the two lovebirds finished. Emmett came back out with a red face and a goofy grin, but Seth came out admitting that it was weird for him: he just was not comfortable with the vagina no matter how hard he tried.

Jasper had discovered his vagina and broke up with Alice. He hated his body so much he tried to cut himself, but that only led to him getting back together with Alice and a month's stay in the loony bin. The two of them even missed the first two weeks of class, so Russell and I had to explain to all of our fellow students just where our little brother was and why. My dad had already called the school and explained to our teachers what was going on, so at least we did not have to deal with them too.

Most of our teachers wondered how an eleven year-old was going to keep up with eighth grade classes when he missed the first two weeks because of mental illness, but Jasper was smart enough that he came back to school and did not miss a beat. But a rumor started going around school that the reason Jasper had been homeschooled for the past two years was because he was crazy. So it looked like Emmett, Russell, and I were in for a year of defending our little brother while at school. Russell did not seem to mind, because he was just so happy to be going to a real school again: the last time he had gone to a public school was kindergarten. Russell was so unfamiliar with regular school that Mom told me to stay by him at all times to make sure that he does not break any of the rules on accident or get picked on.

Emmett helped me as much as he could with watching out for Russell, but Emmett was a grade older and only had one class with him: math. Russell had always been a grade further along in math than in English, and Jasper had been able to keep up with the advanced math curriculum, so Russell, Emmett, and Jasper all had ninth grade algebra together. Math was the one class that I did not have with any of my brothers, because I was still in eighth grade math.

And although I had Jasper and Russell in almost all of my classes, there was someone else I kept wishing was in my classes: Jacob. But Jacob went to school on the reservation, so there was no chance that I would ever get to see him during school hours. Although, not having Jacob around did make it easier for me to act straight, because I had trouble keeping my hands off of him when we were together.

Jacob and I had been together for six months now, and life was finally normal again now that Jasper and Alice were home, although their return did come with new responsibilities. Now not only did I have to keep an eye on Russell at school, but I had the much harder task of keeping an eye on Jasper. Russell was at least trying to fit in and knew most of the rules, but Jasper was not even trying.

Jasper was not cutting himself and I never had to take a sharp object from him, but the look he had in his eyes when he would catch the gleam off of a blade was frightening: I could tell he was thinking about it, wishing that he could cut himself again. The first time I saw that look, I asked him about it. "What are you thinking Jasper?"

"Nothing… just wishing I could cut it out. But don't worry, I won't act on it," he replied drooling at the steak knife.

The next time I caught him with the look, it was over a pair of scissors in history class. "Stop thinking about it!" I hissed hitting him on the arm. Russell noticed and gave me a questioning look, but no one else noticed.

After that, every time I saw the look I just hit Jasper on the arm and gave him a look that said, "Stop it."

Over time the frequency which I would catch Jasper with the look decreased and I began to believe that he was getting better. The sight of a sharp object no longer seemed to make him want to cut himself. And when he did get those urges, he never once acted on them. I asked him once what made him so strong that he could fight off his deepest desire and he answered, "Alice. It would hurt Alice, so I won't do it again."

And as Jasper got better, our family life calmed down and I began to focus more of my attention on Jacob. Our six month anniversary was coming up, so Jacob and I were starting to think about taking our relationship to the next level. We had each tried the home enema kits, the anal douches, and had practiced fingering each other, so we were much more prepared to go through with anal sex than we had been that first day we planned it.

Jacob and I both found that we liked being fingered. It took a little practice learning to relax our bodies enough to enjoy the sensation, but eventually, we each found the other's prostate and there was no going back from there. Having Jacob finger my prostate was the best experience of my life: one swipe would have me hard instantly. And trying not to cum with Jacob's mouth on my cock and his finger pressed into my gland was just impossible.

Today was our six month anniversary, so I was really hoping that I would be able to hold out for a little longer today; I wanted to make the wonderful feeling last, just like I wanted our relationship to last. Jacob and I had agreed that our six month anniversary would be the perfect day to lose our virginities, but there was just one thing we were in disagreement about and that was who should go first.

I wanted to be an exclusive bottom and Jacob knew that and was having none of it. He was so convinced that I would back out and not reciprocate once he agreed to top me that he was insisting that I top first. I had done all of the reading on it, same as him, and I had been practicing finding his prostate with my finger, same as him, so we were both equally prepared to top and it looked like I was going to have to go through with it.

I kept telling myself that this was what Jacob wanted and it was not fair to not reciprocate. I knew I should do it, but psyching myself up to do it was a challenge. I spent all of my therapy sessions in the last month talking to Dr. Flynn about my apprehension topping. She thought it would be good for me to top, because she thought my problem with topping came from an inferiority complex resulting from my micropenis.

My dad even liked the idea of me topping, but I think that was just because he was worried that Jacob might hurt me if he topped. Dad kept worrying about Jacob's large size tearing my virgin hole. I was worried about that too, but what could I do? I loved Jacob and he was the one I wanted to be with. We had spent months trying to stretch my opening to better accommodate him, but ultimately there was only so much preparations that could be made and we would eventually just have to try it.
So that leads me back to losing my virginity today with Jacob. He would take mine, but I would have to take his first. It was Christmas break, so we all had the day off from school and I was waiting for Jacob to arrive. I was in the living room with Russell and Emmett, sitting on the couch and telling myself I could do this.

"You'll be fine," Emmett reassured me as we heard the Black's loud Chevy pull up.

"He'll love it no matter what because you're his Tinker Bell," Russell added as I got up to answer the door.

"Thanks guys," I said before opening the door. It was a chilly winter day, so I grabbed my coat and pulled it on as I went. "Hey Spider Monkey. Is your dad leaving already?"

"Yep. Bye Dad," he called waving to the truck that had just finished executing a U-turn in our driveway.

"Be safe you two," Mr. Black called before driving away.

"What's in the bag Spider Monkey?" I asked taking his hand and eyeing the brown paper bag. Normally it was my parents who gave out the bags of condoms.

"Your parents gave my dad a few bags to keep at our house, but he wanted to make sure we were extra prepared today, so he made me take it. He was worried we wouldn't make it to the garage or something," he replied shrugging before taking me into his arms. I do not know how we could possibly not make it, because it was much too cold for outdoor loving today.

We walked side-by-side, with our arms around each other, to the garage. We separated to climb the ladder, but once we were both at the top, Jacob wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me to his chest, while crushing his lips to mine. We slowly made our way towards the bed, discarding clothing as we went, as we made-out. I reached around and turned the space heater down to medium, without breaking the kiss; I had turned it on half an hour ago when Jacob called to say he was on his way, right before I had used the anal douche in the loft bathroom. I wanted everything to be perfect today.

Once our clothes were off, Jacob pushed me down onto the bed, before going to my cabinet. I saw him place his bag on the counter, while he grabbed the small condoms from my side and the lube from his side, before coming back to me. He rolled the condom down on my shaft and kneeled over my stomach with his erection directly in front of my face. It was so close, I wanted to reach my tongue out and lick it, but he had not brought me a dental dam, so I kept my tongue to myself.

I watched Jacob as he poured lube onto his fingers, before his hand disappeared behind himself: he was preparing himself for me and he must have already douched at his own house, as we had agreed. He was moaning and withering on top of me before I could not take it anymore and stopped him. "Lie down," I instructed, reaching up to still his arm.

"Anything for you my Tinker Bell," he replied leaning down to steal a quick kiss before flopping onto the bed next to me. He was lying on his back with his knees up and his legs spread for me, so I got up and kneeled between his legs. He lifted up off of the bed and I put a pillow underneath him, to adjust the angel, just as we had read in the book.

Once I was ready, I took my sheathed penis in my hand and guided it to his entrance. I paused to look at his deep brown eyes and he begged, "Please Tink? I need you so bad."

So I slowly pushed my head inside, but I could see Jacob tensing in pain, so I stopped and just held it there. While I waited for him to adjust, I grabbed his penis in my other hand and started stroking. It had been hard and pulsing for me before I entered him, but the pulsing had stopped and I feared that the erection might start to subside if I did not give him some attention.

Jacob responded immediately to my touch, moaning with every stroke. He was bucking his hips up into my fist and trying to push his hips further down onto my cock, before he spoke again. "Please my Tinker Bell. I need this," he begged in between moans.

I pushed in slowly, only entering him by another inch, before I slowly pulled back out again, leaving just the head inside him. Then I pushed in again, before repeating the process. The third time, I pushed in even further, before pulling back out again. And by the fifth time, I was all the way inside him. I held myself there and rolled my hips, trying to reach his prostate. After all, stimulating my Jacob's prostate was what this exercise was about.

"Oh Tink! You feel so big my pixie," Jacob moaned. With the way he was withering underneath me, I figured I must be hitting his spot. So I stayed like that and rolled my hips a few more times, while I took his cock back into my hands to stroke.

I liked the feeling of my penis surrounded by his tight hot ass, but I tried not to think about that: this was about him. I was in control and I was going to do everything in my power to make the man I loved have the most intense orgasm of his life. And the feel of Jacob's pulsing member was exquisite.

I was mesmerized by the precum leaking from his tip and the way he kept bucking his hips underneath me. He seemed to be alternating between trying to force his ass down further on my cock and trying to push his dick up into my hand. I probably should have kept fucking him, but watching him squirm was too good, so I just held still and enjoyed the show.

I think I would have watched him forever like that, but then he begged, "Please fuck me Tinker Bell. You're the only one I ever want to fuck me. You feel so good in me: please fuck me and make me yours."

"Stroke yourself so I can watch," I said handing off his penis to my partner's capable hands. I grabbed his hips and pulled them towards me as close as I could get as I rolled my hips into him one last time. Then I pulled out and pushed back in slowly once, before beginning to pound him in earnest. I set a medium paced rhythm, making sure to roll my hips at the end of every thrust.

I was fairly certain I was getting his prostate by the way he was moaning, but I just had to ask. "Am I getting it Spider Monkey?" I asked in between grunts.

Jacob's answer was an unintelligible series of moans and grunts, but he nodded, so I took that as an affirmative and continued. After about five minutes, he picked up the pace on his cock and cried out, "Faster and harder Tink! So good! I need you so much!"

I could tell he was getting close, so I picked up the speed and slammed into him as hard and fast as I could. I lost my rhythm as I became lost in the feeling of the tight ass clenching around me. His muscles clenched down on me a few times before he yelled and threw his head back. I thought he might be saying my name, Tinker Bell, but it was too garbled to tell for sure.

When I saw his cock spurting his release all over his stomach and felt the spasms of his ass around my dick, I felt my own orgasm coiling deep in my balls. I buried myself deep into his ass and leaned down to capture his lips. As I leaned down, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his chest.

I could still feel is ass spasming around my cock, but now I could also feel his cock twitching against my stomach and his wet semen gluing our bellies together. I could feel his arms wrapped tightly around me as I sat on the edge of my orgasm. But the one thing that pushed me over the edge was when Jacob whispered in my ear, "I love you Tinker Bell. Cum for me."

And I did: I emptied my balls into my condom as I was buried in that tight ass and being held by those tight arms. I was already in the perfect position, so we continued to lie like that after we were both spent. We even fell asleep like that: with my dick in his ass and his arms around me. I must have slipped out of him while we slept, because I woke up with my head on his shoulder and my limp dick pressed into his hip. The first thing I thought about when I came too was cleaning up the mess so that it would not get all over the place.

I crawled out of Jacob's arms and pulled out the baby wipes. I had Jacob's cum all over myself, so I wiped myself off before pulling the spent condom off and throwing it away. Then I wiped my dick, before bringing the wipes over to where Jacob still slept. "That tickles," Jacob said sleepily as I wiped the cum off of his chest.

The cum had gotten everywhere, especially trapped in his pubic hair and the soft patch of hair he had under his belly button, so he was fully awake by the time I finished cleaning up the mess. "Are you that eager for your turn Tink?" he asked smiling up at me.

"No, I just woke up and wanted to clean up this mess. Your cum was everywhere Spider Monkey," I said throwing away the last of the dirty wipes before rejoining him on the bed.

"Come here," he replied pulling me back into his arms. "I promise you I'm gonna make you feel as good as you made me. I don't know how you did it, but you hit my prostate with almost every thrust: you must be made for me."

"I studied hard. But I can't believe I was that good for you: I only have four and a half inches to work with," I said as he kissed the top of my head. I had had a growth spurt in the last few months and my penis had grown too.

"Don't talk like that Tink. Don't let me hear you putting down that magnificent organ that just brought me so much pleasure. They should make a mold of you to make dildos."

"Yeah right," I replied sarcastically.

"I'm serious Tinker Bell. I love you just the way you are. If your penis never grows another millimeter it'll always be enough for me," he said earnestly. Once I nodded, he crushed his lips back to mine and turned us over so that he was kneeled over my body.

We made out like that until we were both hard again, before he got up and went back over to our cabinets. This time he grabbed a condom from his side, and the lube and a dental dam from my side: looks like I am in for some oral fun before he begins.

He put his condom on first, before opening the dental dam and draping it over my erection. He knelt in between my legs as he poured my lube into his hand and applied it to my opening. He placed his mouth over the latex sheet covering my head before plunging his finger deep within my core. He went straight to my prostate, before adding another figure and starting to stretch me.

He had four fingers in me and I was panting and trying not to spill my load just on his fingers when he finally pulled out of me. He drizzled more lube onto his huge cock and spread it around, before saying, "Turn around Tink. Time to try out another position from that book."

I eagerly turned and got on all fours, spreading my legs and wiggling my ass to show him how eager I was. He quickly grabbed a towel and placed it under me, taking care so that we would not violate any of the garage rules; we often joked that violating the garage rules was against our religion, because we had no desire to be banned from this place. Then he slapped my ass gently, which I did not particularly like, but it was over quickly and he was pushing his head into my waiting hole. Jacob's head stretched me further than his fingers ever had, but I was prepared for the burn, so I just did my breathing exercises and tried to keep my body relaxed.

He kept pushing into me, without pulling out, until he was all the way inside me. I felt his cock brush my gland and continue passed it until he was even deeper within me. I was feeling so stretched and full that it was all I could think about. Jacob was huge and I was having trouble concentrating on things like keeping my legs under me to support my weight.

He must have notice me sagging, because he let go of his hold on my hips and wrapped his left arm under my arm pit and up around my right shoulder, hugging my arm to my body and my body to his and supporting our weight with his other arm. I leaned my head against the arm that he had wrapped around me, as he asked, "Hey, are you okay Tink? I didn't even start thrusting yet."

"Um…so big…can't think," I replied trying to tell him how this felt. It was like all of the blood had rushed down to my little head and none was left to perform higher functions not involving sex. The most complicated thing my brain seemed to be able to process was how good this felt: I kept feeling a tingling from my ass to my spine, as if I was ready to cum already.

"Okay, I'll go slow Tink, but you've got to stop me if I'm hurting you," he replied.

I nodded, so he pulled out slowly, without moving his upper body from its position wrapped around mine. I felt his warm arm around me and his ginormous cock inside me and the sensation was just too much and I could feel my fluids leaking from the tip of my untouched cock. The wet trickle down my penis was driving me crazy and I wanted to make contact with something, causing me to wither in his arms.

"Touch me. Please," I begged. My arms were crossed against my chest and being held tightly to my body by Jacob's arm. I did not want to move them, but at the same time I wanted to touch myself and I could not do that in this position.

When I tried to get my arms free, Jacob just held me tighter and said, "Stop wiggling Tink. I don't want you touching yourself: you're already too far gone. You need to calm down and back off of your orgasm, like the book says."

I knew he was right. We had both read the book and it said that making it last longer was worth it in the end. Even if I could get hard again and orgasm a second time, the orgasm would be harder, stronger, and more intense if I fought it off. So I settled for gripping Jacob's forearm tighter, which was something I could reach in this position.

After that I calmed down a bit and Jacob resumed his slow thrusting into my ass. He kept rolling his hips after he was already passed my prostate, which was driving me crazy. Did he not know he was missing it? He must not have, because he asked me, "How am I doing Tink? Am I getting it?"

"No. You're too deep. Roll your hips an inch before you're all of the way in," I instructed.

And oh my Darwin! When he did as I asked and finally hit my gland head on, it was unbelievable! I started cumming right then and there. There was no holding it back and trying to last longer. There was no thought. There was just me thrashing in his arms as my untouched dick emptied onto the towel below us. I did not even have cognitive thought enough to warn him or let him know once it was happening. I did not even understand what he was saying until several minutes later.

"Are you okay Tink?" he was asking me. He must have gotten worried when I did not respond to whatever it was he had said earlier.

"Yeah. I just came and couldn't hear you," I replied panting in his arms.

"I figured as much when your ass started clamping down on my cock: that was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt," he breathed huskily into my ear, beginning to pull out of me again.

This time when he pushed back into me, he stopped an inch short and rolled his hips again, hitting my prostate head on for the second time. Even though I had just had the most mind-blowing orgasm in existence, I felt a tingling in my loins as the blood rushed once again to fill my penis.

I could not see it when I looked down, but I was sure that I was hard again. I got lost in the feeling of Jacob as he repeated his thrusting and rolling, establishing a delicious rhythm. He was going so slowly that I was sure he would be able to last a long time like this, so I just rested my head against his arm and hung on for the ride.

Jacob must have been fucking me for half an hour before he picked up the pace. He had been fucking me so good for so long without a single touch to my dick that I had developed a permanent tingling sensation in my balls, like I was always just a breath away from falling over the edge into bliss again. And my cock was leaking so much fluid that I could feel it dribbling down my leg again. Or was that my cum from earlier?

"I'm so close Tinker Bell," Jacob panted as he slammed into me with new vigor. "Are you gonna cum for me again like this?"

"Yesss," I hissed as I concentrated on the new rhythm and the sensation of my prostate being pounded into over and over again. I had been on the edge for so long, so this increased pace was just what I needed to set me off.

"Cum for me, my love," Jacob said slamming into me and losing his rhythm.

"Spider!" I yelled as I came. I felt like I was falling over a waterfall with the water rushing in my ears. I felt like the waves were rough and pounding my ass with their turbulence. I felt something new: a pulsing and spasming within my body that was not from me. I felt bliss in his arms and a cold wet towel underneath me.

I am not sure how long we lied like that, but when I regained my faculties Jacob was lying on top of me, with my stomach pressed flush against the soiled towel. My ass felt oddly empty and there was a burning sensation as I stirred. But I was trapped underneath Jacob's weight, so I could not move.

"Spider Monkey," I said softly.

"Hmm," he replied.

"Are you awake?"

"Yeah, but I was just enjoying holding you in my arms. Can I hold you forever?"

"Yes. But we need to clean up."

"That is your own cum: live with it. Don't wanna move."

"Where's yours?" I asked concerned.

"In the condom. I already took it off and put it on the towel," he replied.

"Aren't you worried about getting my cum on you?" I asked.

"Why should I? We're both clean: your dad tested us," he replied holding me closer to him.

Both of our STD tests had come back clean, but my dad always said that even if we were both clean, we needed to be safe. Jacob understood the need to keep me clean from his bodily fluids, because I might get sick even from normal commensal Bacteria. But he did not see why he needed to take precautions to keep my fluids off of him when he knew I was clean.

"Because my dad'll like you better if we never exchange bodily fluids again," I said. "Do you really think this garage will stay this way if my parents don't approve of you?"

"Yes. It'll be here for Russell and Bella. She told me she expects him to keep putting out, the poor guy. My dick would crawl up inside my body and hide if Bella was coming after me."

"Me too. She's like my sister."

"Exactly," Jacob replied kissing the top of my head. "But if it will make you happy, I will clean up that cum which in not anywhere near me."

"Thank you," I replied as I felt his body leave mine. He came back with the box of baby wipes just as I was turning over and noticing the large smear of cum: it was everywhere. "I think a shower would work better."

"As long as I can take it with you," he answered putting down the wipes and grabbing my hand.

He led us into the shower and we went right to work cleaning ourselves without any funny business: I was too sore to even think about it. "Did you tear?" he asked me once we were clean when he noticed me flinch.

"No, I don't think so. It's just sore," I replied taking his hand.

"Mine's not," he replied giving his ass a little shake. "You must've been gentler with me. I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you."

"It's fine. I love you too."

After that we dried off, got dressed, and went back into the loft room to clean up. We changed the sheets and threw the used towel in the laundry, thankful that we had thought to put it down underneath us, so that none of the cum leaked through to the mattress. There was nothing more disgusting than a communal bed with cum stains.

Jacob put on a fresh sheet and I went around the bed picking up crumpled baby wipes and empty condom wrappers, throwing them in the trash. We made sure the place was spotless, so that we would not be in danger of violating any of the garage usage rules, and the last thing I did was turn off the space heater, before returning to the house.

Author's Note: Charlie and Renee aren't too happy about Bella and Russell's relationship and are currently conspiring to break them up, so next chapter we're going to go back to Russell to see what's going on…