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Breeding Kink / Masturbation

CARLISLE AND ESME

He can't help but think about his best friend's older sister.

He'd met Edward when he was just six years old, from then on they'd had a close friendship, both of them slightly awkward, glasses-wearing geeks they got on well.

He'd meet Esme, Edward's older sister, two weeks after making friends with Edward and as far as Carlisle was concerned, it was love at first sight. She was so beautiful. She shared Edward's unruly copper hair, forest green eyes and pale skin. Her eyes were always twinkling with happiness and more often than not she had a smile on her face. She didn't consider Carlisle or Edward a nuisance when they wanted to play with her and she was more than happy to play make-believe or whatever game they roped her into.

When Carlisle was twelve he went apple picking with Edward's family. He, Edward and Esme had gone on ahead. He was surprised Esme wanted to spend time with them as she was now sixteen and more beautiful than ever (in Carlisle's honest opinion). He would have thought she'd have better things to do. But no, she ran along with the boys, picking up apples and putting them into the basket before deciding she was going to climb a tree.

Edward and Carlisle watched in awe as Esme climbed the nearest tree like a monkey, smiling and shouting when she got to the top. They applauded her and cheered but a second later her shouts turned to screams as she lost her footing and slipped, crashing into the ground.

Both boys ran over to her to find her leg bent at an odd angle. Edward had run off to find their parents whilst Carlisle stayed at her side and tried to provide some comfort.

That was the first time he kissed her. Well, not a proper kiss. It was only on her cheek, but it made her smile and helped keep her focus off her leg.

As her father picked her up and scolded her for being so foolish, she'd turned to Carlisle and gave him a smile and mouthed 'thank you'. He never forgot that day.

When Carlisle turned sixteen and Esme was twenty he met her first boyfriend, Charles. Carlisle didn't like him. And not because he was in love with Esme but rather because Charles was… well, a dick. He didn't approve of Esme's plans to be a teacher, constantly put her down in front of her friends and always tried to keep her away from Edward and Carlisle. Thankfully, that relationship only lasted a few months before she kicked him to the curb. When Carlisle found out, he may have done a fist pump to celebrate.

Fast forward to ten years later and Carlisle was now twenty-six. He was currently stood in a tux, watching as his best friend and new bride twirled around the dance floor. They'd meet at sixteen, moved in at eighteen and were engaged by twenty-two - it just took a little longer for them to get married.

"Hello, stranger," a melodic voice called and Carlisle turned to see Esme only a few feet away wearing a sleeveless dark lilac dress with a slit running up to her thigh. Silver heels adorned her feet and her hair had been pulled back from her face, the copper locks draping over her shoulder.

"Hello, Esme," he greeted enthusiastically. He kissed her on the cheek and took a moment to breathe in the scent that was Esme.

"Sorry I didn't come over early," she began. "I was dealing with family members and whatnot."

He gave her an understanding smile. "Don't worry - I was dealing with Edward."

She laughed and turned to face the happy couple.

"I'm really glad he found her."

"Me too," he agreed.

"We've just got to get you married off next." She bumped his hip with her own and grinned at him.

"I don't think so."

"You don't like the idea of marriage?"

"I'm not against it…" he wanted to tell her that he'd marry her in a heartbeat if she asked. He wanted to tell her that the idea of marriage didn't appeal to him because he knew it wouldn't be with her. She was his best friend's sister - forbidden fruit.

"Well - you're young. There's time yet."

He glanced out the corner of his eye at her and bit his tongue.

They watched Edward and Bella dance for a few more minutes before the happy couple invited their guests onto the dance floor.

Carlisle breathed deeply and turned to Esme. "What do you say? Fancy a spin?"

"I'd love one," she happily told him, taking his waiting hand and following him out to the dance floor.

Carlisle pulled her close and rested both hands on her hips, carefully moving in so their bodies were almost touching.

Esme placed both hands on his shoulders and looked up at his face. With her heels on, she was only slightly shorter than him.

When they'd moved around a bit, Carlisle felt Esme relax into his arms and he leaned the side of his face against her head, enjoying their moment of just being together.

Sadly, the moment didn't last long as three children who were playing, knocked Esme and Carlisle closer together, Esme's entire body making contact with Carlisle's and in the process, making him hyper-aware of her body.

As she slipped into him, Carlisle's hands moved to steady her but instead of grabbing at her waist as he intended, his hands fell lower and grabbed onto her ass, mortifying him immediately.

He let go and felt a hot blush cover his cheeks.

"Esme - I'm so sorry," he apologised. "I didn't mean to - I would never…"

"Carlisle, it's fine," she reassured him. "I know you didn't mean to."

He tried to brush it off as she had, but the mortification was giving way to something else.

"I have to use the bathroom," he told her rather abruptly, turning on his heel and leaving her without even waiting to see what her response was.

He made it to the bathroom in record time and quickly ran into one of the stalls. He made sure the door was locked and then turned so his back was against the door.

"Don't do this to me," he whispered. He glared down at his rising cock. "Not now!"

His cock had ideas of its own though and continued to grow and swell, the feel of Esme's ass at the forefront of his mind.

"You fucker."

Carlisle ran his hands through his hair and then clenched them together, fighting off the temptation to get rid of his rather large problem.

Not wanting to be the guy who jerked off in a public restroom, he waited… and waited… and waited.

It seemed that his cock wasn't going to go down without a fight.

So fight he did. Carlisle thought about everything he could. Edward in a thong. His mother in underwear. His grandmother on a nudist beach - everything. But nothing helped. His thoughts always ended up back on Esme and ultimately he just wound up more turned on.

Carlisle groaned and pushed his slacks down his legs, followed by his underwear

"I hate you," he told his cock before he fisted the appendage in his hand and began to pump up and down.

He thought about Esme. About the way she smelled, the way she smiled, the way she laughed. He thought about the softness of her ass, the swell of her breasts and the plumpness of her lips.

He let his head fall back against the bathroom stall door and placed his other hand on his cock. He turned it in the opposite way to his other hand and created a nice bit of friction.

"Fuck," he whispered. His thumb rubbed over the bead of liquid that dribbled out of the tip and he spread it over, pressing his thumb into his slit which made his balls tighten.

As his body got warmer and he got closer to his climax, Carlisle's thoughts turned even more x-rated. He imagined making love to Esme, pushing in and out of her sweet pussy with his cock and the noises she'd made. He could hear her whispering his name now. She wouldn't a screamer, it would come out in a breathy sigh as her pussy squeezed his cock. Her breasts would brush against his chest as he dipped low over her and her nipples would pucker, waiting for his tongue to lave at them and giver her some much-needed relief. Her eyes would close when it all got too much and she'd wrap her tone legs around his back to cement him to her. Then, she'd fall over the edge, coming all over his rigid flesh as he desperately pumped into her, attempting to draw it out. But the feel of her would be too much and he'd come inside her, his cock swelling to fill as much of her as possible.

The thought that he might come inside her one day, triggered his orgasm and on shaky legs, Carlisle staggered towards the toilet, his spunk coming out in thick ribbons as he emptied himself into the porcelain bowl.

He braced his hands on the wall either side and looked down at the milky water. He flushed quickly and checked his suit to make sure there was no evidence of what he had just done. Esme would hate him if she knew how he spent the law few minutes and Edward would probably strangle him in front of his new bride.

Carlisle cleaned himself up, pulled his boxers and slacks up and then headed out of the stall to wash his hands.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bright, his hair dishevelled and his cheeks flushed.

"You're such a dick," he told himself.

Whilst he did feel slightly ashamed of himself for what he had just done, he didn't feel guilty. In fact, he felt rather good. He'd been in love with Esme since he was six years old, it was amazing he didn't spend his entire teenage years locked in his bedroom with a box of tissues and a picture of her.

As he walked back into the ballroom, he saw Esme stood next to her mother, smiling and sipping at a glass of champagne.

Something passed through Carlisle then and he made up his mind; Esme might be forbidden fruit but he was damn sure going to try and taste her.