Again don't shoot me S/M, all these characters are yours.

So I wasn't really sure if this was gunna be more than a one shot but I just decided that I was too curious as to what was going on during that whole damn book if you weren't living in Forks. I don't even know where I'm going with this yet, but I have a few ideas and if nothing else, I too just wanna see what happens.

So then, my guy…

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Kimmy sat on my dresser, chest heaving, with sweaty matted hair pulled behind one ear. Besides being completely naked, she had put on deep smoky eye shadow and thick black eyeliner (something she had really never done before). Her body was covered in a fuckable sheen of sweat and she had her arms behind her bod, supporting her weight. This caused me to not only get a slight view of her bare back in the reflection of the mirror behind her, but also made her tits stand prominently out. Round and delicious. I was sitting with my pants off in a chair a few feet in front of her.

Slowly squeezing and rubbing my own dick to the pulse of her heaving breasts, her chest started to rise and fall more erratically. Her new big dark eyes would stare and then focus on mine before she'd start to breath unevenly again, and then close them and lick her lips. Suddenly her eyes connected with mine again and she was spreading those luscious legs so they bent high on either side of her, and both feet balanced on the edge of the dresser. My breathing was picking up as I stared straight faced into her completely bare and slap swollen twat. She rebalanced herself and took one arm from behind her, and brought the flat and stiff as a board hand to the front of her face. She closed her eyes again and gave one long lick from the bottom of her palm to the top of her fingers. I could feel my dick covered in a new coat of precum on the current rub down my shaft. My body's obvious reaction to her last tongue movement.

And as if I wasn't about to pop, she took her beautiful hand down to that red and juicy pussy and started rubbing. The skin on my dick felt like it was going to tear itself open, it was getting so tight and hard. She just kept rubbing and pinching herself. These little intakes of air and humming gasps started to escape her lips. I could tell she wanted to throw her head back against the mirror, but she was trying her hardest to keep her eye contact with me. As her ministrations became rougher and her legs start to vibrate with exhaustion, she would occasionally let head lull back and her eyes would flutter closed, but always open again immediately to keep looking at me. I was gripping myself even tighter, preparing for the final lap.

"That's it baby girl. That's it. Keep touching that wet, soaking pussy. Slap it baby. Slap it hard" She listened and abruptly slapped the taught skin between her pouty pussy lips. She sighed again and continued rubbing. "Oh fuck…..you…….make me so …har..hard" Mutual rubbing and sweating continued only for a few seconds before I felt rain falling on my crotch. I looked down to see myself rubbing through the invisible rain as things around me started to black out and disappear. As if I finally understood I was never going to shoot a load long enough to cover her perfect silky stomach, the vision of her melted away into the blackness too and I was poked in the face.

My eyes slowly opened to the bright light of my room. My youngest brother Aaron was sitting on my bed, covering my pillow and touching my face with his little fingers. My other little brother Johnny was standing further down the bed letting his tiny water pistol drip onto the sheet covered tip of my cock now standing at full attention as I lay in bed.

"UGGHHH…..MOOOOMM!" As quick as I could I covered myself and jumped through/around them, wrapping myself in the sheet. "What have I told you little shits about coming in my room?" Johnny, now 5, straightened up and pointed the pistol back at me.

"Mom sad we gotta wayke you up now cause Pawl is here butthowl." A smirk kind of mirroring one of mine spread across his face they way it always did the few times he ever got to prove me wrong.

"I don't fucking care what mom said, I'm gunna kill you the nex.." Aaron, 4 and the quieter and more reserved of my mothers little hellions had taken my distracting argument with Johnny as an opportunity to sneak up next to me and poke my still hard penis through the sheet. I groaned in disgust and slapped his hand away at the same time I started walking to the door. One hand fisted in the sheet to keep it above my crotch and the other cupped around my mouth so my voice would carry downstairs. "I don't want them in my fucking room!"

I turned to face them and puffed out my chest. With the hand not holding up my navy blue man-toga, I pointed straight out the door. "Out, Out now." I wasn't yelling, but my tone had a curt annoyed ring. Aaron just walked past me like it was any other question, not bothered at all by anything that had just occurred. Where as Johnny walked slower and more annoyingly by. He was holding his pistol next to his face and his eyes were skeptical.

"Yew dun't haveta yell at us just cause your pepee's sick." I stared at the

ceiling and rolled my eyes. After slamming my door really hard for effect, I dropped the sheet and stood naked in front of my dresser. I looked at little Jared in the mirror and the dropped my head to give him the depressing news in person.

"Sorry boys, …..later." I opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans. No need for boxers these days when one might have to wolf-out at a howl's notice. The idea of my mom downstairs alone with Paul without me there to supervise, deflated him surprisingly quick. It was an ongoing joke Paul played on me ever since Jr. High that I never, since the beginning, found remotely funny. He would always ask my mom specific questions or set her up to say obliviously raunchy things or rare sex positions. She never caught on and just kept going with the conversation, but I was always left trying to stifle my grumbles and holding back the punch that would knock that dumbass smile off his face. It baffled me how he always knew what her word choice would be to the most left field questions. The only one I ever respected was the great "DirtySanchez" outburst of Thanksgiving 06'. It baffled me how good he was at it. But my mom wasn't completely innocent in all this. It was her birth control pill fumble that resulted in tweedledumb and tweedledouchebag. To this day she was still scratching her head how that happened. In the middle of a hormone pumped rant while being pregnant for the second time in 12 months, she first accused my father of witchcraft, but ultimately demanded he get the old colonel snipped. I had condensed a theory that it was probably just my dad's dormant furrygene feeling the returning presence of the Cullen's and pushing through my mom's cervix at any cost. I never mentioned my thoughts to the old man; it was probably just salt in the wound at this point.

I flew down the stairs three at a time at just the moment Aaron was crawling back into the house through the doggy door. He's such a retard sometimes.

"Jar, I'm doing darks next. If you can go get your dirty jeans?" I breezed past her with no intention of going back upstairs before I ate something. Ignoring Paul in my peripheral vision, I opened the fridge and reach for the orange juice. My hand encountered and empty void between the milk and mayonnaise. I turned to see if it was already on the table but instead saw Paul holding the carton above his head, obviously emptying it of the last few drops.
"………..Prick" I closed the door without looking at it and stared at him and his vampplugging stupid smile. My mom then chimed in at the stove with her back still to us.

"Don't be a whiner JJ, there's apple juice on the bottom." As if a man could adequately substitute apple juice after a long night of life risking-patrol running!? With a defeated shrug I pulled out the chair next to him and scooped the oatmeal into a bowl.

"So, anything?"

"Nothing, Not a scent. I know she had a visitor or whatever, but just like every other time Jake over reacts, I think it might not be the strategic action of a mastermind." He took a moment of thought, drawn between the skepticism of Bella's centrality to the situation and the hope that she really was so he could get his hands on some fangmeat."She's not even that hot".

Paul was not only my un-admitted bromance since the 4th grade, but also my best wingman when it came to fight. We both shared a common enjoyment of the same things, AND the same realist views on most everything. I never thought she was much to look at, but I hadn't been looking in while. Since Kim, I didn't even see the merit in porn anymore. I probably wasn't the most bias guy to ask. We both just shoveled our faces for a few minutes after that, too content in eating to communicate. Unless you count when my mom bent over to open the oven and Paul leaned his head in her direction and then vibrated his tongue out of his mouth like he was massaging an invisible clitoris. I averted my eyes and stabbed my fork into his thigh.

"Son of a bitch!" Little blood spots started to appear on his pants around the erect fork sticking out of his lap. He whined a little as he pulled it out of his upper leg, but it was healed in seconds and he didn't retaliate because he knew he deserved it. After a course of toast and eggs it was back to business.

"Yea so it's you, me, Seth, Quil, and Collin tonight on first run, and Leah on swing shift at dusk."

"What about 1st swing shift?" I only inquired because it was by far the worst of all worst jobs. It was at the most annoying part of the day, longest route, and I hadn't done it in a while. Instead of letting him wait for my hopes to build and then smashing it in my face when I was all content, I decided to just ask if it was my turn.

"Jake, again. You know how he gets. Won't let anyone take the run next to her house cept him" In unison we both rolled our eyes in disgust.

"Ha-hem," that woman who had been listening to our oatmeal ramblings without comment and had to stick her nose in. She walked the pan full of bacon to the table and emptied it onto a plate.

"I think it's sweet. It would be nice if either of you showed some extra initiative. Maybe helped out the pack without being asked. Speaking of which,….. Paul, your grandmother told me some juicy little tidbits about a certain young lady when I bumped into her at the checkout."

Paul clapped both his hands against his cheeks. Not from embarrassment of his grandmother's gossip, but that she still talked about him and things like girls as if this was 1895, and he were courting them. He had moved in with his grandmother and 2nd cousins when he was 10, and the sweet little old battle axe still thought she had to pack him a lunch for school.

"Mom, you know he's just fucking her." I couldn't help it because of course she was talking about Amy (who we all knew was Paul's current, emotionless plughole), and I hated when my mom got these delusions that at any time Paul was more romantic than me. As if exasperated that she'd done so well all morning at the "Good mom routine" she huffed and then put her arms on her hips,

"Sometimes you are such a pissy little asshole". Then carefully leaned in and grabbed my ear to yank me to her lips so she could sternly say "And I wasn't fucking kidding about the jeans." She then took off her apron and left the kitchen.

"So so,…. Leah let you see the Cave of Wonders or what?" We didn't refrain from this kind of talk in front of my family. I just didn't want him to hold back on any of the dick sucking details of how much he didn't get any.

"As a matter of fact." He said suggestively reaching for the box of cereal again.

"BULL FUCKING SHIT!"

"Ok, maybe not. But I got in a great ass grab before she told me to sit and rotate on myself and then furred out and snapped at my jugular." He was remarkably pleased at the hedge way he was making. It wasn't a secret that he was constantly trying to get inside Leah's honey cunt, but knowing Sam didn't alpha override the situation because it was Leah, made Paul unaware of over stepping lines when it came to her. "Besides she didn't break any bones this time. I think FrostyQueen is warming up to the idea of sucking on a Paul popsicle." Ludicrous his reasoning may be, I had yet to set the record straight in hopes a Leah retaliation might happen in front of the pack, and possibly seeing her so mad she might actual claw his ass up. BFF or not, it would deff be the #1 rerun in patrol pack-mind TV-Land.

"MMMM..(He said between bites) You and Moaning Lisa take the plunge yet?" I picked up the fork again and silently we both decided this discussion was over.

After Paul left, I went back upstairs and tried to sleep a little. It was too late and my muscles were restless, so instead of taking a little wolf jog to Canada, I decided to take a shower and see if Kim would reappear on the counter of my sink. After washing my hair, and realizing lady love was not returning, I took matters into my own hands with some Old Spice shampoo.

I leaned into the shower, one hand on the wall the other giving my junk the lovin it had been craving all morning. I thought about her hair and the way it brushed the middle of her back when she didn't have a shirt on. The smell of her breasts when she was close to cumming. And I especially thought about the glazed over look in her eye when I was knuckle deep inside her, and was embarrassed that she wanted to ask me to rub rougher or go deeper. But then I know Kimmy. She's my Kimmy. I always want to make her cum as hard as she can. Imagining how she sounded when she was on the brink. Clutching my arm and fucking using her dirty little mouth to pant the most enticing words.

My balls were so tight they felt like they were trying to squeeze out little diamonds. A few more pumps. All I needed was a few more pumps. My head dropped to the tile and I remember how her muscles clench around my fingers and her mouth opens wide in the long moment when she closes her eyes and stops breathing. And then my eyes tingle and wolf kids all spurt to the bottom of the shower and swirl down the drain.

I just stand there with my hand still on my dick, reveling in the memory of my best Kimgasm in at least the last 6 hours and then I hear a flush from the bathroom in next to me that shares a wall. The water turns to ice and I start stuttering profanities as the superdoggy hearing picks up the Johnny Chuckles walking away from the other bathroom. It's a sad day when all I try to do is think of my caramel colored goddess and all that comes to mind is that little water pistol welding brat.

"…………………cockblock."

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