A/N: Requested by jessa76, Emmett/Bella. Let me preface this by saying I don't usually write het sex, and I am no fan of Bella. That said, I am not trashing her in any way in this fic. This is AU Breaking Dawn, no Nessie, Bella's control level is that of a standard newborn. This story does contain adultery/cheating spouses, coercion, and Animal Crossing references. This is unbeta'd and largely unedited.

Empty House.

"Whatcha playing?" Emmett asked as he sidled into the living room and plopped down on the armchair.

The interruption made me miss the cue to reel in my fish, and I huffed in annoyance.

"Animal Crossing."

Emmett chuckled. "That's such a typically Bella video game. Mind if I watch? I'm bored to tears...or I would be, if I could still produce them."

"Har-de-har. Sure, if you want to." I continued to collect the necessary items for the day and sell what I didn't want to the in-game store.

Emmett and I were alone in the house. My control was no better than any newborn vampire, and even though it had been several months since my change, I really wasn't ready to be out amongst humans yet. The girls were away for the day shopping in Boston, certainly taking the opportunity to buy armloads of clothes in my stead, more than likely things I would never choose for myself. Edward and Jasper were both enrolled in university classes at Keene in our new home state of New Hampshire, and Carlisle was working of course. So, I needed a distraction for my time in the house. Animal Crossing was just the thing; there was enough to collect and create to keep me busy for a long time without getting bored.

After watching me for several minutes, Emmett sighed. "Wow, Bella, this shit is so boring."

"No, it's not!" I protested. "It's fun."

"Maybe to play, but not to watch." He sat forward with his elbows on his knees and rubbed his hands together conspiratorially. "How about we make it a little more interesting?"

I paused the game and looked at him properly. "And how are we going to accomplish that?"

" I propose a game of strip fishing. You fish one, then I fish one. If one of us botches the catch, that person takes off an article of clothing. We keep going until one of us is naked."

This seemed like a safe game. I knew he'd lose; he had the patience of a gnat. "I'm in," I said with confidence.

I unpaused the game and searched for a big fish shadow, and I cast my line. A thrill of excitement coursed through me. I loved Edward with everything I was, but being a newborn vampire, my urges and desires for all things were intensified, and that included sex. I found myself hoping I would get to see Emmett in his full nude glory. I found a shadow and cast my line. The fish caught and I grinned as I handed over the controller. "Your turn."

Emmett took the controller, equally confident, and caught a fish right away. He smiled as he handed it back to me. "Who will be the first to lose?"

Not me, I thought to myself. And it wasn't me - I caught the next one easily. Emmett did not have the same luck, and as he was only wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, which I had only just realized. He took his shirt over his head, the muscles flexing and releasing, catching my attention and awakening my crotch.

He handed back the controller with a sad little pout that was also adorable, and I smirked at him, but inside I was starting to really want him to lose again. I wondered if he was wearing anything under those jeans, or if his next turn would find him completely naked in front of me. I found myself feeling a little guilty and decided to throw my next turn, just to even things out a little bit and not embarrass him too much.

"Aw, shit," I said as I deliberately lost the fish. Emmet didn't catch on, he just laughed and pointed. I took off the cardigan I was wearing, leaving me with an old band t-shirt, my khaki skirt, and my Converse.

Emmett took his next turn, and it was obvious he tried, but he didn't pull the trigger fast enough and the fish got away. I turned to look at him, my excitement through the roof, the space between my legs was just burning to be touched. I was dying to just rub my crotch against something, but I resisted. He stood up and slowly undid his belt, smiling at me the whole time. He breathed the word 'Pop" as he opened each button on his fly. The silence was deafening and the atmosphere felt heavy. He hooked his hands into the waistband and dropped his jeans, straightening up and toeing them off, kicking them aside. Emmett was wearing underwear, but they were briefs and they hid absolutely nothing. It became obvious that Emmett had a semi for me. It took me an embarrassingly long time to look away from the outline of his penis, and it grew under my scrutiny. My eyes flew up to his, and they were wide and black as night. Catching my reflection in the window behind him, I saw that mine were black too. I could no longer help myself, I rubbed my thighs together, making me moan involuntarily.

"Bella," Emmett groaned. "I can't resist...I need to have you."

My breath caught in my throat. "What?" I whispered, completely shocked, but also intrigued.

"You're the opposite of Rose, so demure and sweet," he purred. He stepped closer until he was only inches from me. I stood up to meet him, trying not to tremble with my need. Emmett reached out as if to stroke my hair, but didn't actually touch it. "I want you."

I couldn't hold back my body's response as my panties grew wet with a sudden spike of arousal. My brain clouded up and all I could focus on was having that huge cock buried deep inside me. Emmett didn't fail to notice his effect on me and he breathed my pheromone-saturated scent in deeply. He closed his eyes and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. Even though we were still a few inches apart, it could still touch me, it was so fucking big. I wondered if I could fit him. It made me feel nervous, but also intensely aroused.

He closed the distance, leaning in to sniff at my hair, and his honeysuckle scent overwhelmed me, nothing like the cinnamon and nutmeg scent of Edward I was used to. Emmett's black eyes matched his curly hair, and I felt his hardness press against my belly as he whispered his next words.

"We could get away with it, you know. He can't read your mind and I've fantasized about you before, so it'd be no surprise to him. If I happened to think of it, I could disguise it as a fantasy I'm using to disturb him."

After so many years, of course he would know how to foil Edward's ability. And he had a point. Edward didn't have to know, and neither would Rosalie. All it would take would be a good shower afterward, and there were hours before anyone would be home. My hormones raged as my newborn senses became overstimulated with desire and need. This time, I rubbed myself against his thigh, and Emmett chuckled deeply. It made his dimples stand out and I found myself wanting to kiss them.

He stepped back a little and gestured over his chiseled form. "Come on, Bella, don't you want to know what it's like to get fucked by a guy who knows what he's doing?"

I smiled at his question. I thought Edward was fantastic in bed, but then again, I hadn't ever been with anyone else. I had to admit I was curious, and I knew Emmett would take care of me and make it good, and most importantly, he wouldn't talk. It was truly my only chance to be with another man, just one time for all eternity. Knowing Emmett had good reason to keep this quiet as well, I was ready to do this. I trusted Emmett. I knew that I'd never find another opportunity to have sex with another man that I trusted. And what better man was there than Emmett, who was mated to Rosalie, a sexual abuser survivor. Decided now, my smile widened as I boldly whipped off my shirt and dropped my skirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was left in just my panties. Emmett gaped at my perky B cups, his fists opening and closing as if he ached to grab them.

He looked into my eyes with question, and I nodded toward his tightie whities. "Take them off. Let me see it." I needed to see what was in store for me.

"You do it," he prompted, so I did. And when I beheld the veritable tree trunk pointing straight up at me, my mouth flooded with venom. I wanted to suck it, but went for just grasping his length in my hand, feeling the veins and the smooth, slick head. When I ran my thumb over the slit, Emmet groaned loudly and massaged at my breasts, his huge hands dwarfing them in his palms. He licked and sucked a trail down my neck, moving me to lie down on the couch. A fear of the unknown pinged through me, but it was soon erased when he took up a position with his head between my legs. His breath wafted over my glistening folds before he ran his tongue from my ass, past my opening and all the way up to my clit where he suckled it expertly, finger fucking me as he tormented me with mounting pleasure so intense it was almost painful. It wasn't long before I was cumming, and I pushed him away when it became too sensitive to touch. I wasn't even embarrassed about cumming so fast on Emmett's face. He was, after all, just eating my pussy out, so we were even, I felt. I sat up and so did he, but I quickly shifted us so he was sitting on the couch and I was on my knees on the floor in front of him. His erection stared back at me for a moment as I wondered if I could fit it all in my mouth. I didn't think I would attempt to deep throat him.

"Bella, please!" Emmett begged, and I put him out of his misery. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock and swirled my tongue around his head, before going back down. I lapped at his heavy balls, making him curse, and nibbled at his inner thighs, making him beg me some more. Finally, I gave in and engulfed his cock as much as I dared, covering the rest with my fist. My head bobbed over his cock, sucking and licking and teasing, and I reveled in the taste of him, different, unique, and indescribable. "Oh, fucking hell, Bella, I need to fuck you. Now!"

I wanted to be in control of how fast his monster cock entered me, so I sat on his thighs and shoved his shoulders until he was reclined against the back of the couch. Our eyes met as I rose up on my knees and grasped his thick cock, guiding it between my slick folds. My opening split apart and I felt myself stretch almost to the limit to accept his girth, but I didn't stop until he was fully seated and my ass rested against the soft hairs of his thighs. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable to be stretched so far, and I waited while I adjusted to his girth.

He let out a long groan with the effort of holding back and that spurred me on to move. Slowly, I slid up until I could only feel the tip of him, and then I sank back down, enveloping him fully. Soon, I found a rhythm that worked for me, and Emmett couldn't help but meet my thrusts beneath me, gripping my ass tightly, pulling my cheeks apart on the upstroke and pushing them together on the downstroke. I leaned forward to rub my breasts against his burly chest, and the bulbous head of his cock hit my g-spot just right. Making sure I had that angle every time, I bounced on that thick cock of his, picking up the pace unconsciously, moaning wantonly with every pass.

Emmett's hands were kneading my tits, his mouth searching to catch a nipple in our frenzied movement. My breathing was ragged now, I was getting close. He knew it too, because in the next moment, his mouth had caught and was suckling at one of my nipples. One of his hands had moved to the spot we were joined and he rubbed my sensitive nub with his venom- slickened fingertips, making the skin tingle. His other hand remained on my butt, but his fingers inched toward my crack until his index finger was encircling my back entrance. Then, he was dipping the tip of that huge digit inside and the feeling of having both holes stretched wide while his other hand teased my clit and his lips pulled at my nipple sent me catapulting over the edge.

Emmett followed me into oblivion as my walls clamped down around him and he howled out his release with ferocity.

I leaned my head against his shoulder as we recovered our senses, and I couldn't help the stab of guilt I felt in my gut. I just rode my husband's brother's cock, and loved every second of it. It was nice to feel another man's touch on my body, not because I didn't love my husband and want to be with him forever, but because sex was sex and I wanted to experience the difference in build and body type. But I still felt guilty.

Emmett pushed me gently away so he could look at my face. "You're thinking too much."

I nodded, not meeting his eyes.

" He doesn't have to know. He will never know."

"What if he finds out? I love him, Emmett." As the words left my mouth, Emmett's softened cock slipped out of me, punctuating the sentence.

"If he does, then we blame me," Emmet offered. "We'll say I took advantage of your newborn hormones."

"He'd kill you, Emmett."

He chuckled. "He could try. But Bella, he won't find out. He can't. If Edward knows, Rosalie will know and there go my balls. It ain't gonna happen, so don't worry. Just enjoy what we did for what it was - a fun sex-scapade!"

Of course, he was right. It would be our secret, a one-time night of exploration. Nodding at him, I smiled and allowed myself this secret. "Now get your ass in the shower, stat!" Emmett ordered. "I'm directly after you after I clean the hell outta this couch."

As I stepped into the hot shower and cleansed my body of the scent of the illicit affair with my supposed brother, I was grateful for the experience. The memory alone was sure to set my body aflame whenever I desired to remember it. And I would remember, for all eternity.

A/N: I am open to requests. Just fair warning, inspiration strikes me best with unusual pairings. For example, Carlisle and Esme would probably take me a lot longer than, say, Carlisle and Alice, so please keep that in mind when requesting one shots!