Chapter 4: Cruel Temptations
"Temptation is the fruit of all evil. Take a knife, cut it, and give me a fucking piece already."—Edward A. Masen
Edward
Some gorgeous lady in a striking mini blue dress is glued to me. Her strawberry flavored hair invades my sense of smell. Firm, petite arms grip me like a death chain and I'm trying to remember where the hell I'm at and what I'm doing here. The domicile before me looks familiar but I can't quite put my finger on where I've seen it before.
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous? No. MTV Cribs? Nope.
"I can't believe you're home!" the lady holding me conveys in excitement.
Home? Yeah, home! It's all coming back to me now. I came home for the holidays. I live here…well, I used to live here. My mom stays here with her husband, Charlie and his daughter, my stepsister, Bella.
You dork.
Bella!
That's who is holding me now. Only, this can't be Bella because Bella doesn't look like this. Bella doesn't wear make-up and dresses. She looks plain and wears boring shit like home-made sweaters and stonewashed jeans. Plus, this lady has on heels.
Bella's strictly all gym shoes all the time; she doesn't own a pair of heels. She can't even walk right. Bella doesn't have tits, whereas this girl has a lovely set of melons pushing into my chest. This can't be Bella. But as her face looks up at mine, the truth cannot be ignored.
This hot piece of ass is my little sister and she's just given me a stiff one.
Again.
I'm in trouble.
Bella unleashes those big brown puppy dog eyes on me and I can't look away from her. She gives me a smile that looks like a million bucks and all I want to do is grab hold of her and never let her go. So I do—hold her that is. The magnetic pull immediately resurfaces and it's as if I never stepped a foot away from this residence. My face falls forward and our foreheads touch. It's the same way we were two years ago, only she's not sobbing and I don't feel remorseful for leaving her.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the energy we've created. It doesn't last long, however, because Bella pulls back all too soon. I look down at her, confused by why she has broken up the reunion. Bella's smile is replaced by a look of fury and her right arm quickly reaches back. Next thing I feel is a sting across my cheek and ringing in my ears.
THWACK!
"Bella," I shout, holding my stinging cheek. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
"No, what the fuck to you! Two years you stay away and you don't expect consequences when you get back? Kiss my ass, Edward Jr.!"
Did she just call me Junior? I see her and mom have been getting very familiar during my absence. Bella attempts to slap me again but I catch her arm in time before it can do any more damage to my pretty face.
"Knock it off!" I shout, yanking her toward me to hold her still. Bella turns her back to me as I'm pulling her and her ass ends up right in my crotch area. Bella struggles to get free but realizes that she can't break from my grip. Holding her small toned body against mine, I revel in the feel of her in my arms until she stops trying to get away from me.
"Are you done yet?" I ask.
"I don't know. Let me go and you'll find out."
"Chill out, Holyfield. I know it's been a long time since you've seen me but I'm here now like I said I would be."
"Took your ass long enough!"
"Awww, little Baby Bird missed her big brother." I tease, releasing her from my grip.
Bella punches me in the arm. She must have been hitting the gym or something because the punch kind of hurts. I rub my arm and laugh it off. Bella snatches my car keys out of my hand and opens the back door of the Volvo to grab my duffel bag. I watch her as she leans over into my back seat, her ass bent over in that little blue dress as she's pulling the bag out of the car. I gasp at the sight before me. Akon's 'Smack That' suddenly begins playing in my head.
Get your thoughts together, Edward. This is your little sister!
"Not as much as I'm going to miss sleeping in your bed." She calls out.
Her admitting to sleeping in my bed startles me. "What have I told you about going in my room when I'm not home?"
No matter how much I've told Bella to stay out of my room when I'm gone, she still does what the hell she wants as if my words hold no depth to them. This simple fact would have bothered me years ago. However, Bella's new appearance has changed the way I picture her lying in my bed. She's no longer the timid looking, skinny girl sitting on top of me learning how to French kiss for the first time or the half naked girl with small breasts inquiring about the fluid leaking out of my cock.
This new Bella is everything I would have pictured the perfect woman for me should look like. The images of the new Bella laying in my bed forms thoughts that make me want to do unholy, naughty things to her. All the shit that I should never think of my little sister flashes through my head. Bella in my bed wearing black laced undergarments in black stilettos….Bella caressing her new bouncy oven mitts while she's pleasuring herself in front of me….Bella writhing under me and screaming my name as I fuck her senseless. My cock seems to agree with those images. I try to shake them from my brain.
Damn, I shouldn't have come home. Yet, looking at Bella, I don't know if I should have stayed away so long, either.
"Technically, it's not even your room anymore seeing as you never come home," Bella says, holding the bag out for me. I grab the duffel bag from her when she gets out of the car and closes the door.
"It will always be my room regardless of where I live. And I remember specifying to you not to go in there when I'm not home."
I start toward the door with Bella right behind me.
"Well, you can't call the shots all the way from Seattle. I don't even go in there much anyway."
"You shouldn't be in there at all, Bella." I respond, turning the doorknob and walking into the house.
I didn't know how much I missed this place until I walk through the threshold. Sitting my duffel bag by the door, I take a look around the place I once referred to as home. Everything still looks the same except for the new drapes and some replaced items that Bella and I destroyed during our petty fights. I smile on the inside, basking in the ambiance of being home. It's been much too long.
"Is the package here yet, Bella?" my mom calls from the kitchen.
I look to Bella, shaking my head for her not to answer. When she doesn't, we make our way toward the kitchen stepping lightly across the marble floor. Bella holds on to my arm as she's trying to walk on her tip toes to prevent her heels clacking. I enter the kitchen first to see my mother preparing dinner.
"Hey, mom. I'm home."
She turns around, breaks into a huge smile, and lets out a joyous laugh before running over to me for a long hug. Some extra gray hairs were in her hair. My mother's not the type to dye her hair. She once told me, "What do I have to be ashamed of? I've had a good life so there's no point in me hiding it. I'm not in denial; I have to grow old sometime.'
I must admit I've missed my mother a great deal. If I wasn't concerned about the feelings I carry for Bella, I would have come back much sooner. Yet I do have these special feelings for Bella and—from what I've discovered—time did not make the heart grow insensible. Pulling back, my mother kisses my left cheek and then proceeds to slap me across the right cheek, the same one Bella just hit moments ago. My face feels like it's been through a WWE Smackdown competition.
"Are you serious right now?" I rub my incredibly sore cheek. "What is with the women in this family?"
"It's about damn time, Edward! Why in the world would you wait so long to come home? I've been worried sick about you!" My mother snaps.
"I know, mom, I know. I just got the exact same treatment from Bella. I don't think I can take much more of this."
"Don't let this happen again or the next time I will come to Seattle and pull your ass back here by the ear. The nerve of you, Edward Jr.!"
Oh yeah, Bella and mom have definitely been chatting it up while I've been away.
I kiss my mother's cheek. "I'm sorry, mom. It won't happen again."
"Damn right, it won't happen again. I'll make sure of that myself."
She then turns to walk over to the finish seasoning the whole chicken on the counter top. I look at Bella snickering about the treatment I've just received.
"What are you laughing at?"
She holds her hands up in defense. "Nothing at all."
Unexpectedly, the doorbell chimes.
"Let me get that," I turn to go answer the door. Bella's facial expression changes into one of worry.
"No, I'll get it. It's probably the mailman." she begins to scurry past me out of the kitchen, but I grip her arm to stop her.
"What's the rush? You're expecting some important mail or something?"
"Um, yeah. I sent out some…college applications like…six weeks ago. I'm just waiting for their responses."
"Oh, that's cool. I'll go get them for you."
"No!" Bella shouts. "I mean, I want to be the one to see them first."
"Bella, don't be ridiculous. It's just mail."
"But—"
"I said I got it," I express in a firm manner.
Why is she being so adamant about answering the door?
Bella looks at me uneasy but she doesn't stop me from leaving the kitchen. As I make my way to the front room, the doorbell sounds again. Whoever is at the door seems to be growing impatient standing out in the cold.
I open the door to see a very tall, muscled Native American man. He has my six foot two-inch frame beat by at least three inches. His black hair is cut close to his scalp and he's wearing a black mechanics' uniform with his hands shoved in the pockets. Maybe I should ask him about a fixed rate on a tune-up for my Volvo. The man glowers a bit upon seeing me and that's when I recognize his face.
What in the name of God is Jacob Black doing standing at my front door?
I know Jacob has always had a thing for Bella. Just the sight of him rubs me the wrong way. My mood switches and I ask in an unpleasant tone, "What do you want?"
"Um, is Bella here?"
Uh-uh. No this asshole just didn't ask for my sister.
"No."
He points toward Bella's vehicle in front of the garage and says, "Her car is right there."
Isn't he so fucking perceptive?
"So?"
Jacob eyes lock onto mine. He doesn't look phased by my evident attitude. "So she called me and told me to come over so we could talk."
"Then why the hell would you ask me if she's here when you already know she is?" I fucking hate it when people ask shit knowing the answer is plainly obvious.
"It was a polite gesture." Jacob responds.
Why would Bella call Jacob Black?
"What does she want to talk to you about?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm here." Jacob then looks beyond me in search for Bella. "Can you just tell her I'm outside and that I'm waiting for her?"
I fold my arms across my chest. "And why would I do that?"
"Because I asked."
Is this motherfucker getting smart with me?
"Well, she can't talk right now. She's busy."
"Edward, is it?" Jacob takes a step closer to me.
Okay, Tonto. Come a little closer so I can pop your big ass in the mouth.
"Look, I know all about you. Bella told me about that stunt you pulled a couple of years ago when you wouldn't let her go out with me."
I let out a harsh chuckle before responding, "First of all, I didn't have to do shit back then. Bella didn't need my help to refute your advances. Secondly, Bella didn't even like you; she never did."
"That's not what she said. She told me you were the one who threatened to kick my ass if you found out she liked me."
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this," I smirk, "but Bella lied."
He replies matter-of-factly, "She couldn't have been lying that much seeing as she's my girlfriend now."
Stick a sour foot in my mouth.
Excuse me? What did he just say? Bella…his girlfriend?
"What are you talking about?" I scowl.
"Oh, you don't know?" Jacob then bats his eyelashes and grins. "Yeah, your little sis and I have been getting rather acquainted during your absence. Have been for the past year and still going strong to this day."
Did he just imply that he's fucking my Bella?
No way. This motherfucker is NOT messing with my property!
Impossible! She wouldn't do that. Bella knows all too well how I feel about that shit.
I stepped up to Tonto's face ready for a brawl. "You don't touch her. You don't ever think about touching what's mi-"
Suddenly, I feel Bella's arm move me out of the way. "Jacob, you finally made it." Then Bella turns to me. "Edward, mom says she needs your help in the kitchen. I need to speak with Jacob. Alone."
My eyes bore into Jacob's, who's looking at me like he's won the battle. I take off my Washington State jacket and put it around Bella, staking my claim on her.
Now what?
"You've got ten minutes," I say to him. "This isn't over."
"Whatever, man." He turns his back to me.
"Yeah whatever, bitch."
Bella shoots me daggers as Jacob grabs her hand and walks them to his truck. I back myself into the house, shutting the door hard.
Bella and Jacob as a couple?
Bullshit.
But it can't be bullshit because she's out there sitting in his truck talking to him. As I walk into the kitchen, questions start to plague my mind.
When did this shit happen and why didn't Bella tell me about it? Not once did she mention dating anybody over the phone or on the messenger! Is he the reason for her tremendous change? Did Bella wear that dress because she knew he was coming over? Is she letting him fuck her?
She better not be fucking him.
Except, the fucker says that they've been together for a year. There's no way a guy will waste a year of his life with a girl and not get the urge to fuck her. I don't even waste a week with a girl unless she's putting out. Then I picture Bella's appearance now and the answer it pretty observable.
She's fucking him. I know she's fucking him. She has to be fucking him.
I'm going to kill Jacob Black.
In the kitchen, I make sure to change my body language and facial demeanor so my mom won't question my behavior.
"Who was that at the door?" my mother asks me as she closes the oven and stirs the pasta in the pan.
Oh, that was just the guy I'm going to kill in a minute. Don't worry—I'll make sure the crime scene is cleaned when I finish.
"Bella's boyfriend, I think." I answer.
"Jake? He's such a sweet boy."
He has a nickname, too? How cute. He'll be sweet and dead after I knock his head off.
"She never told me she had a boyfriend."
No, she didn't tell me that I'd have a body to dispose of when I got home.
Jacob and Bella have a few minutes left before she's due back in the house so I try to pass the time by talking to my mother. "What's for dinner tonight?"
"I'm making rosemary and garlic roasted chicken with pasta."
"Sounds good. Where's Charlie?"
"He's still at the station. There are two new young deputies on the force so Charlie's taken it upon himself to show them the ropes. You know how Charlie gets when things don't get done his way. He'll be home in time for dinner."
I wash my hands and ask my mother if she needs any help. She instructs me to get started on the salad. While cutting the cucumbers, I inquire about what I've missed while in Seattle.
"Well, Harry Clearwater had triple bypass surgery on his heart in July. His wife, Sue, took a later shift at work so she can stay home to help him out. Their youngest daughter, Leah, got married to Sam Uley; they're expecting their first child in January. Mrs. Baker's bakery got set on fire by some delinquents in August. The fire department couldn't save it so she's using the insurance money to have it rebuilt. Other than that, everything is still the same in this town."
"How about you mom? How have you been?" I ask, starting on the tomatoes.
As my mother continues to talk I check the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until Bella was due back in the house. Maybe I should have told them five minutes because ten minutes seems to be leisurely stretching by. I get lost on my mother's conversation as I watch the time pass. I'd finished the salad a while ago and start setting the china and silverware on the dining table.
Twenty minutes later and Bella still hasn't come in the house. Now I'm agitated because I distinctively told that fucker that he only had ten minutes to talk to my sister. What the hell are they talking about anyway? I excuse myself from my mother's rambling to go check on Bella. When I open the front door, I notice that Jacob's truck is gone. I would have heard Bella come back in the house so she must have been with Jacob.
After an hour went by and still no Bella, I'm completely fuming. I'm gonna kill that bastard in seven different ways when he brings Bella back! Didn't he see me mark her with my damn jacket? I call Bella's cell phone after I went back in the kitchen panicking over Bella's whereabouts.
Damnit! She was supposed to just talk to his ass, not give him some ass!
"Edward, don't worry about Bella. Jacob will bring her home in time for dinner. Today's Wednesday so it's their weekday to spend time together."
Well, fuck that shit. This thing between them ends now.
I call Bella's phone several times for half an hour but she doesn't pick up. Who does she think she is ignoring me? She knows how I get when I'm angsty. Jacob's probably fucking her right now. A sense of possession takes over me.
He's violating my goddamn terrain! Bella is mine. Always has been, always will be!
Fuck, not this again.
He's getting all up in my skittles and I haven't even tasted the many flavors!
Please, stop this madness.
He's eating my cake and probably applying his own fucking frosting!
That's it. I've been sitting on the couch driving myself crazy thinking about all the shit Jacob could be doing to my Bella and I can't take it anymore. I decide that I'm going to get her and give Jacob the beating of his life. As I go into the kitchen to scoop my keys up from the counter, I hear the front door open and close.
About fucking time.
I rush to the front door to see not Bella but Charlie. When Charlie sees at me, his face is full of suprise.
"Edward! Well whaddaya know? Long time no see! I thought you weren't coming in until tomorrow."
As he nears me for an embrace, I put my hands up in front of him.
"What, you're too old to hug an old man?"
"No, but if you're coming to slap me then I have to stop you right there. I've had more than enough backhands for one day."
He smiles before gripping my hand to shake it. Minutes later, Charlie and I are catching up when the front door opens and Bella walks in looking flushed from the weather….or from getting her world rocked. My eyes scope her from head to toe looking for any markings her boy toy may have left. After the once over—or should I say the twice over— I'm satisfied with thinking that she may not have had sex with Jacob.
But I am still pissed. "Is he still out there?"
"No, he left."
Before I have a chance to say anything else to her, my mother calls us in for dinner. Bella helps mom set the food on the table before taking a seat across from me. I stare directly at Bella but she's avoiding eye contact with me as she eats. She won't be able to avoid me long because little Bella likes to gape at me in her spare time. It only takes a minute and when she finally looks at me, I mouth to her, "Where were you?"
Bella just shrugs and goes back to eating her food. Charlie and mom ask me questions about Seattle and school. I kept my answers short and simple.
"Seattle's fine. The weather's nice." "School is good. I'm studying hard and making the grade."
I kick Bella under the table like she used to do me. She looks at me through the small slits of her eyelids.
"What?" she mouths silently.
"We need to talk." I mouth back.
"No, we don't." She breaks eye contact with me. So I kick her ass again and she clanks her silverware noisily on the table.
"What?" she says loudly.
Charlie and mom's eyes focus on Bella and me.
"After dinner." I tell her.
"No."
After we finish eating, Bella helps my mother clear the table and put away the leftovers. She's trying to avoid me so I sit at the bottom of the staircase waiting to talk to her about where the hell she's been. When Bella reaches the staircase, I stand to confront her. She tries to run past me, but I grab her arm and turn her to face me. "Where have you been?"
"Don't start this shit with me, Edward. You think you can just come home and go back to trying to order me around?"
I frown and snap. "All this time you've been carrying on about me coming home to spend some time with you. Yet when I get here, you take off with your boyfriend? Who, by the way, is a dead man because I told his ass to have you back in this house in ten minutes. Fuck that, where the hell were you?"
"It's none of your business where we went."
"What, you think that just because you're fucking now that you don't have to answer to me anymore?"
Bella's mouth fell wide open in shock.
"That's right," I continue, "Your giant Indian oh so proudly dished out how he's been nailing you for a year. So what is it, I leave and then you make fucking him official? Did he tell you he loved you or did he just have to say you were pretty to get into your pants?"
Shit, that came out wrong. Bella's face turns scarlet and she's blinking back tears in her eyes. Yanking her arm away from me, Bella slaps my face for the second time today. "Fuck off, Edward. You didn't want to do it so somebody had to."
With that, she took off upstairs. I sat back down on the stairs in complete dismay.
What the hell was that?
She knows I couldn't do that back then because she was too damn young and I was scared of her father finding out and taking me to jail for it. Now she's seventeen, still too young to touch and still my little sister. I can't do that, touch her that way but I'm still having these thoughts about doing things to her, especially in that little dress she's wearing.
Her last words kept replaying in my mind over and over again.
'You didn't want to do it so somebody had to.'
I grab my duffel bag by the door and head up the stairs with an apology in mind. I shouldn't have come at her so hard and strong. I knock on Bella's door. When she doesn't answer, I open up her bedroom door to find her blue dress crumpled on the floor next to her heels. Immediately, I shut the door and the thoughts of her naked body in her shower out of my head.
I open my bedroom door to see the jacket I loaned Bella lying on the bed. I also see that she has her shit strewn all over my room.
She doesn't come in here that much my ass.
Stuffed animals are everywhere!
A big giraffe sits on my dresser next to some of her perfumes and lotions. A large teddy bear wearing a pink shirt with a heart in the middle reading 'HAPPY VALENTINES DAY' is stuffed in the corner. A frog, turtle, and other stuffed animals and dolls are covering the bed. Bella has a pile of her clothes folded by my night stand. The iPhone I bought her sits next to my old alarm clock and…a box of tampons?
Hell no!
She knows that I'm a neat freak who likes to have order and she brings her ass in here fucking it up! I think about packing up all her crap and tossing it out in the hallway but decide to leave it in place. She'll just have to get it out of here by tomorrow morning.
Sitting my bag on the bed, I kick off my shoes and take off my sweatshirt. I haven't had a shower since that morning and feel a bit grimy. Opening the bag, I grab my nightwear, a pair of green flannel pants and a white t-shirt. I also pull out shower gel, my toothbrush with toothpaste, and an electric shaver for my face in the morning. I run out to the hall to get a towel out of the linen closet before making my way back to the room and stripping down to my boxers.
With the towel hanging over my shoulder, I make my way to my bathroom. Sitting my stuff on the counter, I squeeze some toothpaste on the brush and begin brushing my teeth. Running the faucet water, I rinse the paste out of my mouth and off the toothbrush.
Then a throat clears.
I hastily turn around to see Bella sitting in my bathtub with her hair pinned up and taking bubble bath.
Oh shit.
My fingers clinch the edges of the counter top. I look up to the ceiling while speaking to her. "Christ, Bella, what the hell are you doing in here?"
"I told you that this technically isn't your room anymore."
Don't look down.
"You're not supposed to be in here. You've got a bathroom of your own."
That's it, keep looking up at the patterns on the ceiling.
"Your tub is bigger."
"I need to take a shower," I say, trying to control my breathing.
"You can hop in if you want…or I could just get out."
Hearing the agitation of the water tempts my eyes and I look down. Bella is standing in the tub naked, dripping wet, and covered in soap suds.
Holy Mary Mother of Agnes.
I watch the suds slide down her luscious round, perky breasts revealing two of the most appetizing pink nipples I have ever seen. My eyes travel down her pleasantly toned body to Baby Making City. I suck in the air harshly through my teeth. Damn, I envied those bubbles trickling over her.
I prefer my women waxed but the hair on Bella's pussy doesn't bother me one bit. From what I remember, she's never had much down there. The water dripping from her snatch made it very glossy. It takes everything in me not to kneel by the tub and suck the water dry from her pussy. My cock stiffened in my boxers, stretching the elastic around the waistband.
"So, you want in or out?" Bella asks, sounding oh so seductive.
I wanted to go in and out alright and I'm not talking about the tub. I bite my lip at the sight of her. Bella is smiling and giving me that Come hither look. My feet move toward her of their own accord. I let go of the counter, taking two steps. Angel Edward and Demon Masen appear out of nowhere on my shoulders.
Don't do it.
Do you see those big ass tits? I say test those waters, buddy.
I agree.
I take another step.
I am my brother's keeper.
I am my sister's savior.
I'm so close to the mother land and Bella shivers the closer I get.
Jail time, remember? She's only seventeen.
Damn.
I stop in my tracks.
My eyes meet Bella's and she is now looking confused by my actions. I take a step back and then two more. I shut my eyes tightly trying to block out the images of my naked sister. Suddenly, I'm pissed at her for pulling such a stunt.
How could she tempt me like that?
"Goddammit, Bella! Hurry up and get the hell out of here!"
I rush out of the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
Fuck!
I'm so mad I could shit bricks. Walking to the bed, I knock her stupid stuffed animals off my bed and lie down on my back, pinching the bridge of my nose. That was close, too close. I almost got in the tub with her! Had I taken another step, we would have done more than bathing. The anger and the images of my sister in my bathroom have my dick pulsing in fury.
God, the things I wanted to do to her in that tub! It would have been nothing to throw her up against those cream tiles and suck her soaking wet nipples raw. Or lick my way down her stomach until I reached her hot core, where I would have stuck my tongue so deep in her pussy, she'd be screaming all the way to the heavens from having orgasm after orgasm. My need for her is too strong and I want Bella in a bad way.
But I can't—fucking—touch—her.
Why the hell did I ever let Charlie marry my mother?
Fifteen minutes later, Bella emerges from the bathroom. Sitting up fast, I throw my towel over my lap to hide my erection. One look at her and all I can think about is what she's wearing.
Victoria's Secret Fall 2008 Catalog, Page 34, Sleep and Lounge Signature Cotton Collection, Letter D: red and white striped cami and white boy shorts set.
I loved that night wear specifically because it's damn near transparent. I can see Bella's nipples stabbing through her cami and she's not wearing any underwear. The sight doesn't help the stiffy in my boxers.
"It's all yours." Bella states.
My breath hitches. I'm staring at her like a fucking idiot cuz I'm not sure if she's talking about her body or the bathroom. How does she always do this to me? The make-up cleansed from her face, Bella's porcelain features look young and innocent. She walks toward me, her small hips swaying from side to side.
"Edward, did you hear me? I said I'm done now. The bathroom's yours."
When her hand makes contact with my skin, I quickly shoot up from the bed and rush into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning against it. My head falls back and I close my eyes, replaying my behavior.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I look down to see that my cock is full blast and ready to blow. The head is sticking out the top of the waistband and one-eyed Willie is staring straight at me begging for attention. Sitting my towel on the bathroom counter, I fiddle with the shower knob until the water shoots out the perfect temperature—cold. Grabbing my shower gel, I pull of my boxers and step into the shower.
Shiiit!
The water is freezing but I have to get my wood to shrink down so I withstand it. After a few minutes, I notice the motherfucker is still saluting and the cold water technique is not working. Damnit! Now how am I going to get this down?
You could always jack off.
What?
Choke the chicken. Beat your meat. Spank the monkey. Slap the meter.
Are you shitting me? Hell no, I'm not jacking off. I haven't done that shit in years!
Come on, what's a little jerk before bedtime?
That's what pussy is for.
Well, you had the pussy and you didn't fuck it. What else are you gonna do?
She's my sister!
Step-sister. Why are you sweating this so hard? You're not even related to her.
Because it's wrong. I can't fuck her.
Then you need to get us off. Either that or change your mind and go get us some of that pussy.
I turn on the hot water, mixing it with the cold until it gives off a satisfying temperature. I take the shower gel and begin cleansing my body. Images of Bella in her birthday suit immediately cloud my thoughts and I know I can no longer avoid the inevitable. I look down at my cock and it's sticking straight out like a gun ready to be fired.
I cannot believe I'm going to do this.
Don't feel so bad. Everybody has those days.
Pouring the shower gel into my hand, I take my hard dick in my hand and begin to stroke it back and forth. I shut my eyes and use the images of my sister to help guide me in the right direction.
Action!
"So, are you in or out?" she asks, biting her lip.
"I'm definitely in." I respond with a smile.
I step out of my boxers and get into the tub where Bella awaits me. I kiss her full lips with hunger and desperation. Bella's fingers latch onto my hair and pull hard, just the way I like it. My tongue makes its way into her mouth and she sucks on it, sending shivers down my spine.
"I want you." She whispers to me, looking me deep in the eyes like she always does.
"Bella…" I moan her name and crush my lips onto hers with strength and passion.
My hands grope her succulent tits, caressing the soft but firm skin. Our kisses become intense and Bella runs her hand down my chest until she reaches my raging hard cock, stroking it slowly. I free her long, wavy hair from its clasp and it falls delicately over her moist skin. Gripping a fistful, I yank her head back as my mouth leaves hers and travels down to her neck. I suck the sensitive skin before biting it, marking her as mine. Bella gasps in pleasure and wraps her arms and legs around me. I kiss her shoulder blade and lick my way down to her left breast, taking her plump pink nipple into my mouth.
"I need you." she pants.
I groan into her skin, the vibrations making her nipple harden in my mouth. Bella arches her back, shoving her tits harshly in my face. Her little moans make my hard cock pulse with fervor. Her core grinds against me in need and my fingers run down her body to find her swollen clit.
"God, Bella, you're so fucking wet," I moan and kiss her with more urgency than before.
I rub my fingers over her clit repeatedly before pushing two of them inside her. Bella shudders against my skin, begging for more. My thumb finds her clit and I speed up the rhythm while pumping my fingers in and out of her.
"Edward, I'm going to cum….Oh god…..Edwaaaard!"
I feel her body spasm against mine and her muscles clenching around my soaked fingers as she rides out her orgasm. I watch her beautiful cum face distort in gratification, her lips parting under heavy eyelids and her nostrils flaring.
"You are so fucking sexy, do you know that?" I tell her once she comes down from her high.
Bella smiles shyly against my skin, her face turning a light rosy color. I kiss her soft cheek and run my fingers through her hair.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" I ask.
"Yes. I've been ready for you for a very long time."
I grab my throbbing cock and rub it against her soft, hot wet center. Her eyes go wide at the feel of my big rod pushing into her.
Then Bella's brown eyes glare into mine. "Fuck me, Edward. Fuck me hard."
I thrust forward into her hot, tight pussy, filling her up with one long stroke. Bella cries out in pain, her nails digging into my skin. I want to ask her if she's okay, but the feeling of being inside her overrides all of my senses and my need for her kicks into overdrive. I thrust again and she gasps.
"Oh my god, you're so big!"
I smile against her skin telling her, "Well, get ready. I'm about to take you on the ride of your life. You better take everything I give you, Bella, cuz I'm not stopping this time."
With that, I began pounding into her relentlessly. Her head is tapping against the hard tiles, but she doesn't try to stop me. With every long stroke I give, Bella's body pulls me deeper into her. Her whimpers turn into loud squealing and it sounds like she's singing.
"Yeeees! Yes, Edward! Unh, you feel so good!"
It doesn't take long for her to start her second climax. I keep riding her ass into the third orgasm before I can't take anymore and I feel myself about to explode.
"Bella!" I growl her name.
"Please, cum inside me, Edward….I want all of you!"
I can't hold back any longer…..
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"Oh fuck…..Oh fuuuuuck!" I yell out as I give in to my release.
Semen is shooting out of me like a rocket, coating the cream walls, and I can't remember ever cumming so much before in my life. My knees buckle under the forceful pressure and I have to lean onto the tiles for extra support.
"Jesus!"
I try to catch my breath as I come down from my orgasm.
And to think that you weren't going to do it. You almost missed the best orgasm of our lives.
I know.
I have a sudden urge to smoke a cigarette but I don't smoke so I just make due with rinsing my children off the wall and cleaning my body. When I shut the water off and step out of the shower, I immediately feel incredibly tired. Drying myself off, I put on my pajamas before turning out the light and heading to bed.
When I open the door, I find that Bella is lying on my bed listening to her iPhone and reading a book. She doesn't see me so I creep over to her quietly until I'm standing behind her. Her head is bobbing around like she doesn't have a care in the world while I can't keep myself composed long enough to keep my hand out of my pants. She looks so sexy in her nightwear. The boy shorts fit her like a glove, sliding between the crack of her ass and giving it that extra umph.
I can feel myself rising to the occasion again, not knowing how that could even be possible after witnessing the shit that just spilled out of me minutes ago. I have to keep myself contained and the only way to do that is to get little sister here out of the room before my dick is standing fully at attention. I watch her petite body slightly dancing to the beat. I wait until she's really into the song— the moment she starts singing— and then I whack her across the ass really hard.
"SONOFABITCH!" she cries out while turning onto her back and holding her ass. "What is your fucking problem?"
"Why are you still in here?" I shout.
"I sleep here!"
"Well you're not sleeping in here tonight."
"Yes, I am!"
"Bella, this is my room and I say you can't sleep in here!"
"Well, you're going to have to go to another room because this is where I've been sleeping and where I'm going to sleep tonight."
I clench my teeth and clasp my hands together to prevent from screaming at her in aggravation. "You will either walk out or I'll drag your little ass out of here. It's your choice."
"That's not fair! You can't just come back here after two years and think that your rules still apply. This is my room now and I'm not going anywhere."
Okay. Now she's pushing me out of my comfort zone. I don't like to be pushed out of my fucking comfort zone. I haven't been pushed out of my comfort zone since I left home and I am not going to let this little Wiccan witch push me out of it now.
I grab Bella by her foot to pull her ass out of the bed. She begins kicking wildly.
"Edward, stop it!"
"Get out of my bed you little pisser!" I reach for her foot again but she doesn't sit still long enough for me to grab it.
"I'm not leaving…this is my room now!"
"You can't have two rooms you selfish brat! Get up and get out of here!"
We fight like this for a good three minutes before Charlie and my mom come busting through the door.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Charlie asks.
Bella and I begin ranting our sides. It feels like I'm a teenager again and we've just got done fighting.
"She won't get out of my room!" I exclaim.
"It's my room now and he can't just come back here expecting me to do what he says!"
Charlie shakes his head with my mom at his side. "You know, I thought you two were over this childish behavior. What is it going to take for you two to get along? Am I going to have to throw your asses in lock-up?"
"I just want to get in my bed and get some sleep. But I can't do that because She-Devil here won't get out of my room!" I explain, pointing to Bella.
Charlie gives Bella an annoyed look before speaking. "Bella, you can't take over Edward's room like this. You have your own room with your own bed. He just got back home, honey. Let him have his bed."
She defensively disputes, "No way! I earned this fair and square and I'm not leaving just because he decided to grow some balls and come back."
Then my mom looks to me for reasoning. "Edward, can't you just sleep on the floor? Bella's been living in here for quite some time."
Now it's my turn to protest. "Are you fucking kidding me? I did not drive for two and half hours just so I could sleep on the floor!"
"Edward, watch how you talk to your mother!" Charlie spits. Then he looks back and forth between Bella and me. "Now I don't know what the hell you and your sister's problems are and frankly I don't give a damn. There are seven other goddamn rooms in this house so one of you better make up your mind as to where you're going to sleep. I'm not in the mood for this tonight and I will not let you two drag us into the middle of this mess. Both of you are too old for this shit so you better work it out or both your asses will be pitching a tent and sleeping outside!"
Charlie turns around and leaves with my mother following right behind him. We could still hear Charlie having a fit all the way down the hall.
"Seven fucking rooms and those two can't even find one place to sleep."
My eyes find Bella's and she sticks her tongue out at me.
"I don't care. I'm sleeping in my bed tonight. You can get your ass on the floor if you'd like," I tell her before pulling back the duvet and hopping into bed.
"Well I'm sleeping here too and I'm sleeping in the bed. I'm not getting on the floor, either."
"You know what?" I run my fingers through my hair. "Fine, do whatever you want. I don't have time for this."
"Fine." Bella slides under the covers and puts on her headphones, turning her back to me. I shut off the lamps and bury myself under the covers. Twenty minutes pass and I'm wide awake because my temptress of a sister is right next to me in my bed with her headphones turned up too loud. I don't miss the fact that she's listening to the music I downloaded for her instead of what she normally grooves to. I kick her leg and she turns to me.
"What?"
"I see you're listening to my stuff."
"Yeah, well…it helps me sleep. The shit's just that boring."
"Could you turn it down a bit? And I'm asking you nicely so don't turn into a fucking psycho about it."
She goes silent for some seconds before answering, "Okay."
The volume lowers until I can only hear it a little bit. I close my eyes for a few minutes before a thought occurs to me about something I wanted to do earlier. I make out Bella's silhouette in the darkness and even though I can only see the outline of her, she still looked beautiful. "Bella?"
"What? I turned it down already."
"I'm sorry…about what I said to you earlier."
"What, the cheap skank comment? I'm over it. Got all of that out of my system when I smacked you."
"Still, I didn't mean to say it like that."
"How did you mean to say it?" I could hear attitude register in her voice.
"I shouldn't have said it at all."
It gets really quiet before she responds, "Thanks…for apologizing."
When she doesn't say anything else, I turn back to my side and try my damnedest to get some sleep. My cock is still awake but it's not bugging me as much so the semi-hard on is avoidable. It doesn't take me long to doze off from the after effects of the orgasm I had earlier.
"Edward?"
"Huh?" I respond in my slumber.
"I broke up with Jacob."
"Uh-uh, that's nice."
Then it dawns on me what she just said and my eyes pop open. I turn around in the bed and she's looking right at me. Even in the dark, I could still make out her big brown eyes.
I ask her, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just wanted you to know that's why I called him over."
"Why'd you break up with him?"
"It wasn't working out."
I take in what she says and...I'm okay with that. I know I'm definitely okay with them not being together.
Yes! Now she's all mine to do what I want.
Stop that shit. She is not mine!
Well she's not his. That's a good thing.
Yes, that is a good thing.
But she could be ours—
Can it.
I'm just sayi—fine.
A disturbing thought enters my mind and I have to ask. "Did you love him?"
Please, tell me she never loved him.
"I care for him but…no, I don't love him."
Thank God.
She carries on. "It was never about love. He and I were both virgins and we got curious. We were only together to have se—"
I hold my hand out to stop her. "Please, spare me the details."
At least I know he never tapped that ass right.
Hey! I do not want to think about that fucker having sex with my sister!
Sorry….but you know it's true.
I smile to myself.
So little Jakey was a fucking virgin, huh? He could never handle Bella the way I could.
No, he undeniably can't handle Bella the way I ca— shut up and go to sleep!
Hehehe…
"So that's all it was, anyway." Bella says, "That's all it could ever be between him and me."
I don't respond. I just lie back and smile to myself that the fucker's gone and out of our lives for good.
"Besides," she declares, "I think I love another person."
Aaannd…cue crushed ego.
"Love? You love another guy?"
"He's not just a guy, Edward. I think he's special."
Now there's another motherfucker I have to murder? Hell, if she keeps going at this rate I'll be a serial killer by the time I'm done. Geez, who the fuck is this new guy?
"Does he know?" I ask.
"I told him recently. I can tell he loves me, too, but he's just too afraid of his feelings to admit it."
"Bella, if you love a guy and he can't be man enough to say it back, he's not good enough for you."
She sneers. "Well, I know he is. He'll find out soon enough that he won't be able to deny my advances."
Advances? No…she better not…
"Are you fucking him?" I say a bit too loud.
"No...but I plan to in the future. Maybe then he'll see that he loves me back."
"Bella, you can't use sex as a way to make a guy love you. For all you know, he could just fuck you and leave you. You might even get pregnant by him and you'll be left shoveling his shit for the rest of your life."
"Edward, be for real. I'm not stupid enough to let some guy knock me up with a kid. Plus, I'm on the pill. Secondly, we'll see."
I prepare my response but Bella just tells me goodnight and turns back on her side, ascending the volume on her headphones again. I know what she's doing. She's trying to drown me out. The music's too loud and I want to tell her to turn it down, but I don't want to get into another argument tonight. We have all tomorrow and the next few days to do that, especially about this new asshole she's planning on fucking. She's not going to want to tell me, though I'll find out who he is…even if I have to beat it out of her.
And if that's the only way I can keep her from doing something foolish, then so be it.
Hours later…..
I wake up to feel something nudging me in my crotch area. When I shift, extra weight is on me, holding me down. An arm is tossed over my chest and hair tickles my neck. My hand moves to the bare back of the source. A small body is there. Someone is on me.
Did I bring a girl home last night?
If so, she must not have been any good in bed if I can't even remember it.
My hand moves to the face of the source to feel long eyelashes, a small button nose, and soft, pouty lips. Just like my sister, Bella. I smile at the thought. I don't know who she is but I kiss her forehead because she reminds me of the one who does the spells that makes my heart jump out of place and my body react to her effortlessly.
My hand travels lower to grasp her bare ass. Nice, tender, and curvy—the way I like em. But she has hair on her pussy. I don't like hair, but it's not a lot so I can live with that. Obviously she was good enough to bring home for one night to fuck.
How could I not remember fucking her? She seems to have a pretty nice body and I wasn't drunk. Although I was tired from the drive in, along with the shit I did in the shower. Maybe I should take another crack at her to see if she's any good or not.
I let my hands run up her arm and down her back. She does feel nice.
Did she have a pretty face?
I hope she has a pretty face. I don't think I'll forgive myself if I brought some ugly chick back to the house.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I reach for the lamp switch, turning it on.
Oh My God.
Oh My Fucking God.
My little sister Bella is lying naked on top of me.
I'm lying naked under my sister Bella!
"Edward…I need you…"
Oh God. Oh shit. Oh Fuck!