Russell's POV:

I was sitting in my second period eighth-grade algebra class on a sunny spring morning in late April when it all started. I had been sitting next to Emmett and Jasper while our class corrected each other's homework. I had Emmett's, so when I finished, I turned over to explain which problems he had missed. That is when I saw it: a big red spot forming on his upper left shorts leg. I did not know why my brother was bleeding, but it probably had something to do with his intersexed disorder. I could not think of a single reason why I thought this, but I did know that we needed to cover it up in order to maintain our social status as the cool elusive Cullen boys.

I grabbed my jacket off of the back of my seat and draped it over Emmett's long left leg, covering the growing spot of blood. Then I leaned over and whispered to Emmett, "You're bleeding. Tie this around your waste, cover your nose like it's bloody, and run to the bathroom."

He nodded and began to gather up his books and papers, so I did the same as I turned behind him to Jasper and instructed, "Make our excuse for us and meet us in the boy's bathroom. Emmett had a bloody nose from wrestling this morning."

"Sure Russell," Jasper replied gathering up his own books as Emmett and I stood and fled the classroom. Just as we were making our way to the door I heard the teacher yelling at us to stop so that she could question us. But Jasper was on his game today and rose to his feet, blocking the teacher's view of us, and stated, "Emmett has a bloody nose. We were wrestling this morning when Russell got in a good one. We stopped the bleeding, but…"

I did not hear the end of Jasper's excuse because the door swung closed as I rushed Emmett to the bathroom. A minute later, Emmett had stripped from the waist down in the large stall at the end, while I was wetting paper towels like mad. I brought back a huge pile of wet towels and handed him half, as I began to help wipe the blood off of his leg. The blood seemed to be coming from between his legs, so Emmett was busy trying to wipe himself there, when Jasper and Edward joined us. Jasper must have picked up Edward on his way.

"She didn't want to let me go! She kept insisting that one brother was enough to take him to the nurse with his bloody nose," Jasper sighed exasperated from his dealings with our teacher. "But then I noticed the blood on the carpet near his desk. Once I pointed that out, she said to go ahead and send in the janitor while I was at it: something about she can't leave blood on the carpet."

"Man Emmett! You're really bleeding! Maybe we should call Dad and take you to the hospital!" Edward exclaimed coming forward, while Jasper seemed to cringe back. "I saw Jasper arguing with your teacher through my classroom window across the hall. I thought he was having one of his freak outs so my teacher let me go right away."

"What do you think Emmett? We could get the school nurse," I suggested, still wiping off blood. I had now made it to his upper thigh, but he was still pulling out bloody towel after bloody towel from between his legs. His boxers and shorts were ruined, and if we could not stop the bleeding, I did not see any way out of this mess without getting help.

"It's everywhere! I can't get it off me!" Emmett cried in frustration, clearly too stressed out to make decisions.

"Edward, go get the nurse to help us, then we'll call Dad. Take Jasper with you: I think he's freaking out," I said taking charge of the situation as I stood and put Emmett's soiled garments in the bathroom sink.

Edward complied, and by the time he and Jasper came back with Mrs. Varner, the school nurse, I was just helping Emmett wipe the blood off of his butt. The task gave me an excellent view of his vagina, which I had never seen up close before. His vagina looked much more like a real one than my own, because all I had was a little blind vaginal canal tucked underneath my beans as a relic from my PAIS. Just because my beans had finally descended and covered the thing up, did not mean it had gone away.

"What's going on here?" Mrs. Varner asked as Edward led her into the boy's restroom.

Under the stall door, I could see Jasper's feet standing just outside the door, but he remained silent; hopefully he would stay outside and try not to look. Jasper had issues with his own vagina, even going so far as to cut it about six months ago, so the last thing he needed to see was Emmett's vagina leaking blood all over the place.

I opened the stall door, taking a pile of soiled paper towels to the trash and stopped at the sink to make more. "I don't know what's happening, but Emmett's bleeding from his vagina," I answered. "His clothes are ruined and we can't get the bleeding to stop. We should call Dad and take Emmett to the hospital."

"That's right: Emmett's the one with the vagina," Mrs. Varner said remembering the medical briefing my father had given her on us when we started school here. She probably had us all tagged with stupid descriptors like that. I bet to her I was the one with no beans, Edward was the gay with the hypospadias, and Jasper the one who cuts himself. Getting help out of her just started to sound a lot harder. Maybe we should not have gone to her for help after all.

"I sent a janitor to your classroom. Should I call Dad now?" Edward asked from his spot next to Jasper in the doorway. Taking care of Jasper and making sure our brother did not see anything was a full-time task, so I knew I could not ask him to help me clean Emmett.

Just as I was about to tell Edward to go ahead and call Dad, Mrs. Varner came to her senses and replied, "No, I'll call him when we get back to my office. Edward, you go to Emmett's locker and get his P.E. shorts for him to wear."

"Yes Ma'am," Edward replied before taking Jasper's hand and walking out the door happy for a reason to keep Jasper away from the horrid bloody bathroom.

"Emmett doesn't need to go to the hospital: he's just having a period. I need to go back to my office to get some supplies, and then we'll clean him right up and send him home. Next time this happens, you just bring him straight to me," Mrs. Varner said.

"This is gonna happen again!" Emmett wailed.

"A period?" I asked. I was shocked, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Yes to both. Now if you'll just excuse me, I'll be right back," she informed us as she left.

"I can't get the blood off of my ball," Emmett complained as I went over to hug and comfort him.

"Here, I have more," I said handing him a small pile of wet paper towels.

"Okay Emmett, I have everything we'll need to fix you right up," Mrs. Varner said returning to the bathroom. "Now I don't have any boy's underwear, and you certainly can't wear boxers with a maxi pad, so these girl's panties will have to do until you get home. I grabbed the largest size we have, so I hope they fit."

"Seriously? You're gonna make him wear those? Just cut off his one testicle and throw away his masculinity while you're at it!" I exclaimed thinking about where we could get a pair of tighty whities. Emmett, Jasper, and I only had boxers, while Edward wore tighty whities, but Edward was so skinny that his clothes would never fit Emmett.

"It's fine Rus, I understand," Emmett said choking back tears.

"Good. Do you know how to put a maxi pad on?" Mrs. Varner asked.

When we both shook our heads, she continued, "You just take the adhesive strip on the back off like so, and place it in the middle of the crotch area," she said demonstrating the technique before handing the panties, complete with pad, to Emmett.

"Which side is the front?" Emmett asked. This was the same question I had, because without the dick slit, how could anyone tell? Back when I went through my stage of wearing girl's clothing, I had always worn boy's underwear underneath. Well except for the one time Esme and the nurse at the hospital had dressed me and the time I had worn Lily's underwear when running from Social Services, but Lily had shown me back then which side was the front.

"This side," Mrs. Varner replied indicating the backside. Emmett flipped the panties around and pulled them on. "How's that fit?"

"Awkward: where am I supposed to put the frank and beans in these?" Emmett asked.

"Well we'll call your father and ask for the specifics, but that seems fine for now," Mrs. Varner replied as Edward and Jasper ran back in, out of breath from their trek to retrieve shorts.

"Here Emmett! I got your combo wrong the first few tries I was so nervous. Cool panties! I like the little flowers!" Edward disjointedly said as he handed Emmett the shorts.

"Thanks Edward," Emmett replied less than half-heartedly as he pulled up his shorts and slipped his shoes back on without socks: one of the socks had gotten blood on it, so the pair was currently in the sink with the rest of his clothes.

"Now just put the soiled clothes in this bag and here are a few extra pads for you," Mrs. Varner stated handing me an empty bag for the clothes, and Emmett a few more Maxi pads.

I grabbed the clothes, Emmett put the pads in his backpack, and Edward and Jasper grabbed all of our backpacks for the trip to the nurse's office.

Mrs. Varner set us down and she called my dad to come get us. Then while we waited, she gave us a lesson in periods. Emmett started crying and Jasper started shuddering when she said that they occurred once a month, so Edward and I wrapped our arms around our brothers for the remainder of the talk. There was something about hormones and the uterus and blood linings, but from what I could tell, it was really bad. It made me very grateful for my complete and utter lack of a uterus.

After half an hour, my dad came to pick us up and took us home. "I sent Mom out to Port Angeles to pick up some supplies for you, Emmett. She should be back in about an hour with tighty whities and more pads. But for now, why don't we make you a nice warm bath to soak in?" Dad asked as we entered the door. There was one good thing about this retched day: the four of us all got out of school early and it was only ten in the morning.

Emmett nodded and went down the hall with Dad to use Alice's bathroom, because it was the only one with a tub. As soon as they were out of site, Edward suggested, "Let's make him some chicken noodle soup to make him feel better. He still seems really upset…"

"That sounds like a great idea! But how do you make it?" Jasper asked. We were spoiled rich kids, and although Mom worked, she was home all of the time, so none of the other boys knew how to make toast.

"Well, we just get a can and open it. Then we dump it in a bowl and microwave: I've seen Jacob do it at his house," Edward answered.

"No, no, no. That isn't how to make edible soup!" I exclaimed. I had taken care of my biological sisters until I was eight, so I knew a lot about cooking. Most of the time we only had a microwave, but a few times we had had real cook-tops in the motel. "Edward, you look in the fridge for some carrots and Jasper you get some chicken out of the freezer. I'll get potatoes and egg noodles out of the pantry."

When I came back from the pantry, I set Edward up cutting the chicken into cubes, while I prepared the potatoes and carrots. Neither of us let Jasper have a knife, not that he had cut himself in the last six months, but we were still reluctant about placing sharp objects in his hands in case it put ideas in his head. Once all of the ingredients were ready, I poured them into a medium sized pot, added water, and set it to boil.

"You two watch it and stir it every ten minutes," I instructed thinking I would just check on the laundry.

"Russell!" I heard my mom calling me from down the hall just as I was heading towards the washer. "Can you come up here please?" Mom had come home from the store and gone straight to Alice's bathroom while we were cooking. And Emmett was probably still in the bathtub, because neither of them had come out. I would too if I were him: anything to avoid putting chick underwear on again.

"Just watch the soup and start the laundry, and I'll be back to check on it after I see what Mom wants," I told Edward before I went down the hall. I had placed Emmett's soiled laundry in the washer to soak when we got home, so all Edward had to do was turn the knob. Surely he was worldly enough to do that, even if he could not cook.

"Yes Mom?" I replied, peeking my head into the bathroom. Emmett was sitting on the toilet pulling up a pair of pajama bottoms over his bulging tighty whities. A bulge in his underpants was a rare sight, because his dick was the size of a button: the bulge was from the pad.

"Can you help your brother take these pads and underwear to his room and keep him company for a while: he's very emotional right now with all of the hormones and I don't want him to be alone," my mom replied giving Emmett a hug. "It's going to be okay Em. We all love you just the way you are."

"Sure Mom," I replied taking the proffered bags from my mother and she let my brother go from the hug.

"Come on Em, let's go put these in your room and then play video games. And Edward and Jasper are making you soup," I said indicating where Edward and Jasper were bent over a pot watching it boil.

"Thanks Rus," he replied carrying a towel with him as we walked upstairs.

"What's the towel for?" I asked when we got back to his room, as I put away the new items in his top drawer, scooting over his boxers to make room.

"Dad just spent the last hour explaining the birds and the bees to me. If I put the towel down under me, then if the pad leaks, I won't ruin my bed or the couch," he answered.

"That sucks. But a few hours vegging and playing Rock Band with me should help make your day a little less sucky," I suggested.

"Okay," he replied and we walked back down the stairs to the living room to play video games.

"I started the washer and Jasper and I are gonna play chest in his room. Can you watch the soup?" Edward asked coming out of the kitchen with Jasper in tow.

Keeping Jasper away from period boy when he already hated his own vagina sounded like a good idea to me, so I replied, "Sure thing. Have fun," before turning the game console on.

I checked the soup every ten minutes and thirty minutes later it was done. I seasoned it to taste and ladled out bowls for Emmett and me. We had soup for an early lunch, before returning to our video games. An hour later Emmett's watch alarm beeped and I looked at him expectantly, wondering what the alarm was for.

"I've gotta go change the pad," he explained as he paused our game.

Emmett went upstairs, I assumed to get a maxi pad and use the restroom, but I began to grow inpatient when he did not return. I was just debating on whether or not I should go upstairs and check on him, when I heard him call my name. "Coming," I called as I turned off the game and ascended the stairs, pausing outside the closed bathroom door. "What's up?"

"I messed up this pad: stupid thing sticks to itself and not the underwear. Can you get me another one?" Emmett asked through the door.

"Sure Em," I replied before going to his room and retrieving a few pads. I brought them back to the bathroom and handed him one, while placing the other two in the cabinet under the sink. "I brought a couple extra pads for next time."

"Thanks Rus," Emmett replied as he started to cry.

"It's gonna be okay Em. Getting your period isn't the end of the world," I said hugging my brother.

"But I'm a boy, this shouldn't be happening to me," he whined in between sobs as he unpeeled the pad and pushed it into his tighty whities.

"And I shouldn't have had to take testosterone shots twice a week just to make my beans come in, but I did and I still have to take my shots. We may have different symptoms, but we're both intersexed, and more importantly, we're brothers. We'll get through this together. Look on the bright side: I bet we can milk this to get both of us out of school for the rest of the week," I replied giving his shoulder a squeeze. It was a Monday, so we could probably get away with taking another four days off.

"Yeah, but what no one tells you is how much it hurts: my back is killing me," he replied.

"Well let's go to your room and I'll give you a massage," I offered. When Emmett was adopted, he took the remaining room on the second floor across from my parents' room, because Alice had insisted on taking the downstairs guest room, having seen in one of her psychic visions that Emmett would be joining us.

"Thanks Rus," Emmett said pulling up his pants.

"Sure thing man, I'll just change into my pajama pants and grab some lotion from Edward's room for the backrub," I said.

I quickly changed and stopped by Edward's room to borrow his lotion. He was still in Jasper's room with the door shut, so I decided not to ask first and just grabbed it. Edward and my mom were the only two people in our house who owned lotion, because it was too girly for the rest of us. On the television, backrubs always involved lotion, so I figured Edward would not mind. In fact, if it meant him not having to be around hormonal Emmett, he would probably be grateful and thank me.

So it was only a minute later that I entered Emmett's room armed with Edward's lotion, prepared to rub my brother's back, and asked, "Are you ready for that massage?"

Emmett was already sitting on top of his towel on his bed, still wearing his pajamas. His cheeks flushed and he quickly nodded before looking away.

I assumed the off behavior was because he was accepting a backrub from his brother, which would be a first for us. Emmett was my best friend, but we were not as touchy feely as Edward, and Emmett probably felt embarrassed that he was about to receive something as girly as a backrub. But if his back really did hurt from the whole bleeding from his uterus thing, then this might make him feel better. So I walked over to him, sat down behind him, and started to rub in the lotion, like I had seen on television.

"Where's it hurt most?" I asked him as I concentrated on his shoulders.

"My lower back," he replied indicating the small of his back. I squirted some more lotion onto my hands and worked my way lower, to the region he indicated. When I got there, he let out a soft moan, so I figured I was doing it correctly and continued in silence.

I was still massaging Emmett's lower back when Mom appeared in the open doorway. "It's been three hours since Dad gave you that Tylenol Emmett, do you want some more to help with the pain? How're you feeling sweetie?" she asked drawing attention to the bottle of pills in her hands.

"Yes please, Mom: my back's killing me," Emmett replied, but quickly broke eye contact, looking down to the floor.

Mom doled out the medication and handed my brother a bottle of water, before leaving the bottle of pills on his nightstand. "You can take another two in three hours for the pain. How're you coping with all of this? I know Dad and you talked for a long time, so if you're all talked out for right now, I understand," she said with concern.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Emmett asked still staring at his feet.

"Anything sweetheart."

"What am I supposed to do when I get an erection while wearing these stupid pad things?" he asked. I could see the blush radiating throughout his cheeks from my spot behind him on the bed. Emmett had the smallest micro in the family, so he was still tiny when hard, but I figured that it could be awkward wearing a pad.

"Well pads aren't made to accommodate erections, so I would recommend taking care of that in the shower, so that you don't get blood on your bed. But if you want to, your bed should be fine too if you put down a towel first. Or you could just talk to your brother until it goes away," Mom suggested.

My mom and dad must be the coolest parents ever, because they had no problem telling us boys to go choke the chicken in the shower. They also frequently gave us all condoms and lube, and left extras strategically placed throughout the house. All of our friends thought that we were the coolest boys in our school because our coffee table in the living room was decorated with a colorful bowl of condoms and travel sized lube packets, and a sign that read, "Take as many as you need." Also there was a smaller version of this bowl in the boy's upstairs bathroom and we each had a bottle of lube with our name on it on the soap ledge. That last one was my dad's idea.

And they were such cool parents that they set up the loft above the garage as our own private fuck-pad. Edward and his boyfriend Jacob used it all of the time, while I had not used it since my ex-girlfriend Bella moved to Arizona. Bella and I had been dating for years and had even started having sex, but we agreed to break up when she moved: her flighty mother got remarried and now that she had a dependable adult living with her, she was finally stable enough to take care of a child. It was too little too late if you asked me, but Bella had never gotten to spend much time with her mother, so she jumped at the chance to go.

Ever since Bella left back in March, I have been left with nothing but my hand and some porn. Luckily Emmett had not had a real girlfriend yet, although he had a few make-out sessions with some chick he met at the beach, so he was always down to watch porn with me. And when our parents caught us, they did not even say anything except for, "Don't let Alice and Jasper see that."

Since Edward was gay, and Jasper and Alice were too young, Emmett and I were always talking about hot girls together and he was my porn-sharing buddy. Jacking off to the same porn DVD gets boring, so we would trade to spice up our lives. And a few times, we watched one together late at night or when we were supposed to have the house to ourselves. But one time our parents came home early and found us in the living room jerking the chicken to a hot lesbian porno: Emmett was a boob man, while I liked the pussy.

"Rus is part of the problem, so I don't think talking to him will make it go away," Emmett finally whispered after a minute, still looking at his feet as his blush turned a brighter shade of red.

"Oh… Well then you'll have to go with one of the first two options," she replied.

"Mom? Can I ask you something else?" Emmett asked, still embarrassed.

"Sure baby," she answered not at all worried about what was going to come out of my brother's big mouth. Truthfully, after that first admission, I think I would have said no.

"Does that make me gay that I got hard looking at my brother's chest?" Emmett asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Actually, I was wondering the same thing earlier this morning: I got a hard on while I was helping Em wipe all the blood off of his pussy," I added in. It was true and I hoped it would make Emmett feel better knowing that he was not the only one, but it was not exactly relevant. I had gotten hard while touching a fuck-hot virgin pussy, while Em had just been looking at me in my pajamas. His was definitely gayer than mine.

"No, if anything that would make you two bi. But Russell, it sounds like you were just turned on by Emmett's more feminine parts, so you're probably still straight. Emmett, you'll have to look at other boys to tell if you're bi or are just into Russell because he's also intersexed. If you need any help staying safe, just ask, but you boys should bring this up in therapy," she answered.

"I must be pretty sexy if looking at my abs turns men bi," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not your abs, your pecks," Emmett mumbled.

He must have mumbled it loudly enough for Mom to hear, because she suddenly looked me over and asked, "Russell, can you stand up for me for a moment?"

"What?" I asked as I stood up, giving my mother an unobstructed view of my body.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Russell, you're gonna have to put on a shirt and we'll have to go bra shopping on Saturday. When did you start getting breasts?"

"I don't have boobs! I'm just getting a little fat," I said indicating my new love handles. "I worked out extra this past weekend. Jasper and Emmett will help me do a couple of reps this weekend, and then I'll be fine."

"No Russell, those are breasts coming in on your chest, not fat. And those are feminine hips, not love handles: working out won't help. I'll go get your father so that he can give you a birds and the bees talk too," she replied.

"I'm not getting breasts! I've been taking the testosterone shots! And just look at the size of my cock," I protested grabbing my crotch rudely. "No one with a dick this big could have breasts." Although I had gone through my Rustina phase as a child, I was very firm in my decision to be a man and had no desire to go back to being a girl. Just the suggestion of it was extremely upsetting.

"Language Russell!" my mom reprimanded. "You already have the blind vagina; a set of breasts to go with it isn't much of a stretch. And your father said that some PAIS patients have female secondary characteristics, like breasts. Now go put on a shirt and don't let me catch you walking around without one now that your body is changing. And we'll go bra shopping this weekend."

"But Mom, I'm a boy! Boys are allowed to walk around shirtless. And I'm not wearing a bra!" I shouted.

"I know this is hard for you Russell, but Emmett's going through the same thing and he's dealing with it a lot better than you are. Now calm down and I'll send your father up," she ordered.

"Sorry Rus," Emmett said, looking up at me with a weak apologetic smile and handed me one of his shirts to put on. That was quick: my chest must have been making him feel very uncomfortable for him to offer me a shirt so fast like that. I took the shirt scowling and put it on.

"Good. Now if you want to talk about it with me after your talk with Dad, I'll be in my office. You know you can come to me to talk about anything. Your father and I love both of you very much," Mom said wrapping Emmett and me in a hug before leaving the room.

"If it's any consolation, I think your boobs are hot!" Emmett exclaimed now that we were alone in his room. "If I had boobs like that, I would totally be all touching them and squeezing them and rubbing them. Now you get to touch hot boobs whenever you want."

"Well I would rather have a sweet pussy like yours to touch: that ish is hot!" I replied sitting next to him on the bed. I had my own, but I never felt inclined to touch mine.

"Well I'll let you see mine if I can see yours," he offered.

"You're on, but not until you're feeling better," I replied.

I had secretly been wanting to touch him since this morning, but I had stopped myself because he was my brother, and I tried not to think about him that way. Sure I had briefly acknowledged that he was a good-looking dude, but I had never before had a front row view of what he was packing or had any indication that he was attracted to me.

And now that I had both, I began to contemplate how hot he was: Emmett had a cute boyish face, complete with awesome dimples, and a smile that made my heart flutter. And his abs were pretty sweet and I always appreciated a toned body. I never really cared for boobs, which was why I always liked Bella's flat chest so much. So Emmett's flat chest did not bother me in the least, but was a total turn on. And he was intersexed, like me, so he would understand and except my unconventional body, just like Bella had.

"Emmett, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," he replied as he caught me eyeing his chest and blushed.

"If you like my boobs, what do you think of my cock? Isn't it gonna be weird for you to look at my boobs knowing I have a dick?" I asked concerned that this might be a major hang up for him, because as far as I was aware, he was straight. I didn't want to show him my chests and then have him grossed out because I was still a boy.

"Um…this is kind of embarrassing. Sometimes I wonder how a dick would feel inside me. I even made out with a boy before and let him finger me," he replied shyly.

"Really who?" I asked shocked, because this was the first I was hearing about it.

"Jacob's cousin, Seth, last summer. It didn't go anywhere: he liked my face and body, but he was gay and couldn't get passed my vagina, so I never told anyone."

"Well that's too bad for him. It's kinda the opposite for me though, because without the pussy the flat man chests do nothing for me," I replied truthfully, trying to make him feel better.

"Do you think my chest is hot?" Emmett asked as a smile began to spread across his lips and light up his face.

"Yeah dude and your smile too," I replied as I heard Dad walking up the stairs.

Dad took me to my room and gave me a talk about secondary sexual characteristics, like breasts and hips. He said that the testosterone shots were suppressing them, so if I stopped my shots, I would probably begin to look even more like a lady. And I probably would never get that goatee I wanted, even though I have been looking forward to getting facial hair forever.

Then Dad concluded that in a few years, if I did not like the breasts, he would arrange to have them removed. And until then, I needed to wear a shirt at all times, like a girl, and go bra shopping with Mom. And no matter how much I protested against wearing such a thing, he told me I had to at least buy one. He did however concede that I could go around in a baggy sweatshirt if I wanted; just as long as I did not let it all hang out.

And then my father went into his typical spiel that my body was different because of the PAIS and that I should not be ashamed of who I am, so I zoned out and started daydreaming. I found myself thinking about licking Emmett's micropenis when I heard Dad ask, "So do you have any questions?"

"Nope, I'm good," I said taking the opportunity to bolt. "But I promised Emmett a back rub to help with his period."

"Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind," he said as I quickly exited the room.

I found Emmett throwing away a used tissue and raised my eyebrow at him, knowing what he must have been doing while I had my talk with dad. Emmett's face turned scarlet at being caught red handed, although I did not know why: he had never been shy about spanking the monkey before. "Having fun without me, I see," I teased as I went to retrieve the bottle of lotion and resume the backrub.

"Yeah, sorry," he replied avoiding eye contact.

"Why are you acting so weird about it?" I asked.

"I was picturing your boobs as I did it," he admitted shrugging his shoulders.

"Well I was planning on using images of your pussy to handle my business tonight, so I guess that makes us even," I offered. Without Bella around, Emmett's slit was the first one I had seen it over two months, so it was bound to feature in my fantasies for a while, despite the blood.

Emmett and I continued to flirt as a finished massaging his back. Then he lied down on his bed and asked me to rub his front. I jumped at the opportunity to touch his rock-hard abs and agreed. And while I was rubbing lotion into his pecks, he stole a kiss. That led to an all-out make-out session, which was just as hot as the ones I had had with Bella, if not hotter.

Author's Note: Did anyone see Emmett/Russell coming? Or did I have you all fooled thinking that this was going to be a Russell/Bella story? Oh, and Alice lied to Russell when she said that he and Emmett we just going to be best friends, but he wasn't ready to hear the truth back then.