CHAPTER 5: TEACH YOU A LESSON
For my muse, Lindzy Pooh, who has inspired me to take a chance on making this idea into a story. Happy Birthday, Babe!
"Honestly, how long will I be able to last before I break the rules? If I don't leave soon, she's going to tear down my defenses for sure!" —Edward Masen
Edward
I jizzed on her. I fucking spunked all over my sister.
That's all I can think about in the bathroom this morning while shaving.
Trying to resist Bella in her sleep last night when she was lying on me had been a difficult feat. How we both ended up together completely nude was beyond me. With my hand resting on my sides, I prayed that I hadn't touched her and that we didn't have sex.
You did not fuck Bella. You did not fuck your little sister. We'd probably gotten hot because it's extremely warm in here. Mom has a tendency to occasionally turn the heat up too high. We'd gotten undressed because of it and Bella just happened to roll over on me. That's all. You did not have sex with your sister.
I kept telling myself that we didn't have intercourse and that our arrangement quite possibly ensued by chance. It was a mistake. Shit happens.
I wanted to check and make sure that my dick didn't have any remnants of sex on it but Bella's thigh covered me. I'd have to move her in order to see.
Getting Bella off of me was not an easy task. The first time I attempted to move her, she repositioned herself and pulled the other half of her body on top of me. Whereas she was only lying halfway on me with her knee nudging my dick, Bella's full body now roofed mine. Her tits were on my chest and her pussy rested right on my cock. If it wasn't awake before, that fucker sure sprang to life beneath her then.
"Edward," Bella moaned my name again, "don't go."
God, please. Don't do this to me now.
Before, she'd said that she needed me. I needed her, too, but I needed Bella in a way that I shouldn't have preferred her. The desire to run my fingers up and down her body had wane on me. I trembled in fear that I wouldn't last long before the sudden need to touch her plagued my every thought.
"Edward…why did you leave me?" she further implored in her slumber.
I ran my fingers lightly through her hair. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed away so long.
I whispered to her, "I'm here, Bella. I'm right here."
The intense hunger within me had begun to boil over between her moaning my name in her sleep and her unconsciously grinding herself on my cock.
Twice I had almost lost control. Twice I'd almost pulled my dick from underneath her and fucked her.
That was more than enough for me to make my getaway. The third time, I successfully wiggled from underneath Bella. My foot landed on the damp pajamas I'd worn to bed that I must have taken off some time in my sleep. Searching through the drawers, I grabbed a pair of old solid blue pajama pants and a black shirt. After throwing them over my nude body, I made for my escape, rushing to the door.
Then Bella had to sigh and roll over in her sleep, giving me a full view of her sweaty, nude front.
Dayum.
Even in her sleep, she was the sexiest woman I'd ever laid eyes upon.
The hand that was holding the door handle fell to my side. At that moment, I yearned to be near her again…ached to touch her bare skin.
My conscience must have been on snooze at that time because nothing stopped my feet from moving back toward her. Nothing ceased me from sitting on the edge of the bed admiring my sister's assets without her knowing.
The act was nothing new—sitting next to Bella while she slept. I used to sit by her bedside in the nighttime when she was younger. When she first came to us, Bella had a habit of sleeping with the light on by her bedside because of the bad dreams she used to have. I would sit with her and hold her hand to calm her down. The moment she relaxed, I would cut out the light and go back to bed. I had still provided that comfort for her even when she used to make me upset. Eventually, I discovered that I did that for myself as well.
She never knew I sat by her side.
Bella was more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined her to be during my stay in Seattle. I gently brushed the hair from her sleeping face. Her young, innocent face looked serene and absolutely captivating. She sighed and her lips parted. I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips upon mine and to taste her sweet kisses. My lips found hers and fuck me if I didn't feel an energetic tremor from them.
My index finger made contact with her warm, marshmallow brims. Dipping it inside of her mouth, I accumulated the saliva settling between her bottom lip and gums. Bringing the dribbled finger to my mouth, I tasted that part of her. For any other person, it might have tasted exactly like what it was: spit. However, Bella's flavor to me was of a saccharine nectar; one that attracts an insect to a flower.
I was her bee and she was my Lavender Lady.
Pulling back, my eyes then made a slow journey down to her breasts. Bella's pink nipples were big and round. With a shaky hand, I cupped her right breast. Her nipple poked right under the balls of my knuckles. Flicking my thumb over the bud, it grew rigid, reminding me of the enormous erection pushing against my pajama pants. I moved my left hand inside my pants and began to slowly caress my throbbing cock.
Fuck, this is wrong but it feels so good.
Making sure she was still asleep, I leaned more into the bed and brought my mouth to Bella's breast, licking around the areola. The delicate skin tightened. I sat up and stared at the glorious new form. All too well I remembered the sick thrill that came over me knowing that I made that happen.
The sensible part of me beckoned for resistance. What I was doing was sick, incomprehensible.
You need to stop this.
The perverted part of me sanctioned for continuity so I carried on. By then it was too late. I was already gone.
I slid my pants down under my buttocks, freeing the painful erection from its cage. The head was already sheathed in pre-cum. Massaging that sensitive part of me, I went back to fondling Bella's full breast, first the left and then the right. When she moaned, I convinced myself that Bella was enjoying that even though she didn't know what I was doing.
A sickly smile spread across my face as I placed my mouth back over her breast, taking her full nipple into it. Bella shifted. I paused with her nipple still in my mouth and looked up.
She wasn't awake so I kept going. I slobbered on those knobs like the Thanksgiving dinner my mother would be serving later that evening. Bella wouldn't stay still or stop letting out soft moans and that turned me on more than I was already.
It was official; I'd fallen in love with my sister's fucktastic tits.
So much so that I didn't even get a chance to explore the rest of her body before I felt myself ready to cum. My hand motions sped up and it took everything in me not to groan aloud in pleasure. Close to my peak, I picked the damp shirt up from the floor and prepared to aim the flow into it.
Then I heard footsteps on the stairs as my release was on edge. I panicked.
Shit!
Three things I did wrong in a short period of time. First, I turned my body toward the door and noticed that it was halfway open. Because of that, I leaned my weight on the hand that was holding the shirt, my lower half still facing Bella's direction. When I turned back around to fix myself, it was too late.
The dam broke and I couldn't prevent what happened next.
Cum sprayed out of my cock like a water hose. The first squirt shot out and landed in Bella's hair. Reacting out of shock, I grabbed my dick to direct the flying semen elsewhere when more of it shoots out on her neck, tits, and stomach as I was adjusting myself.
Holy shit!
Realizing that fuck up, I covered my dick with the damp shirt I momentarily forgot I had on the bed and stood, turning toward the nightstand. The orgasm was coming strong! I hunched over, trembling in delight and dread trying to keep quiet and willing it to come to an end.
Fuck, come on!
Heavy footsteps tapped on the floor next to the third floor staircase, letting me know that it was Charlie and not my mom coming down the hall.
My orgasm was not slowing so I had to ditch the shirt on the floor and pull up my pajama pants. I didn't have enough time to wipe my spunk off of Bella so I threw the duvet over her body and tossed some of her hair over the jizz I got in it and on her neck. Then I lied on top of the duvet and shut my eyes, pretending to be sleep. My orgasm was just beginning to die down but I could feel cum sticking to my leg and pants.
Aw damnit.
I didn't want Charlie to come in and see a damn wet stain on my pajamas so I turned over on my stomach, burying my burning face in the pillow.
I could have died right then.
The footsteps came closer and it sounded like Charlie was about to pass the room and go straight downstairs but the footsteps paused. I heard him take a few steps in and halt.
He was probably wondering why his daughter and his stepson were sleeping in the same damn bed.
Charlie's footsteps then stepped closer until I sensed him hovering over me. There was nothing more embarrassing than having my stepfather standing over me while I was feigning sleep after releasing a hard load on his kid. Quite some time had passed and Charlie hadn't moved. Part of me expected him to drag my ass out of the bed and demand I go to another room.
What if I hadn't awakened and we were still naked above the sheets? Charlie would have kicked my ass!
"Compromise," Charlie said in an even tone.
I'm not sure what he meant by that but I did hear him click off the lamp before he left the room saying something about the heat and headed downstairs.
Facing Bella, I opened my eyes and stared at my sleeping kid sister. Suddenly I felt like shit for what I did to her. How in the hell could I molest Bella in her sleep? The poor girl didn't have one inkling that I'd sucked her tits like crazy or that she was covered in a pool of my semen.
I'm an asshole.
I waited until I heard Charlie retreat back upstairs to the third floor before I got out of the bed and turned the light back on. I changed my pajama pants for the third time and put the soiled clothes in the hamper next to the bathroom door.
Using my bathing towel, I pulled back the duvet to clean Bella.
Siiiick.
I started at her tummy and worked my way up, wiping away all the cum I left on her body. Feeling like a real jerk, I didn't even look at her with the lust I had in me before I'd gotten off. When I finished, I tucked her under the sheet and watched her sleeping form.
I'm a complete dick and I'm going to hell.
I turned out the lamp and made my way to one of the guest bedrooms. For the rest of the night, I lay in the bed but didn't sleep.
Turning off the electric razor, I gawk at my shaven face still thinking about the night before. I twist my head in different directions, making sure I haven't missed any spots. I run my fingers over the scar that Bella had given me when we had that blow-out in my car. She forced me to punch in the car window when she tried to run me down in my own ride. The scar had been longer but decreased in size over the years after applying ointment on it several times.
My eyes meet the green pair in the mirror's reflection. I take a deep breath.
"Jackass. That's me." I tell my reflection.
The sun was just rising when I'd come out of the bathroom. I snuck back into my room earlier to make sure I didn't wake Bella. She is dressed now in a pink tank top and white panties with a pink trim. She must have woken up some time in the night after I had left.
The sheet only covers Bella halfway and one of her legs hangs partially out of the bed. I take a peek at her on the way out of the room. Walking out, I shut the bedroom door behind me harder than I mean to.
Shit.
I hope I didn't wake her.
Waiting by the door, I listen for any changes on the other side. When I don't hear anything, I head downstairs for breakfast.
The sunrays start to shine through the kitchen windows. Going into the pantry, I search for my favorite cereal. I spot the orange box between my mother's Special K and Bella's Fruit Loops. Grabbing the Peanut Butter Cap 'N Crunch, I then get a bowl from the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer. It is then that I notice the pile of dishes sitting in the kitchen sink.
Bella had never gotten around to throwing them in the dishwasher last night. Spoiled and lazy is what I usually called her when Bella didn't do the simplest of chores. I can't allow myself to fuss about that now after what I'd done to her in the wee hours of the morning.
I still can't accept my crimes of a few hours ago as truth.
I sit my breakfast contents on the island and clog the stopper in the drain. When the dish water is prepared, I begin to wash the dirty china. Right now it's the least I can do for Bella. Then again, the most I could do for her was 3-5 years hard time in a maximum security facility.
I should be in jail.
After drying the cleansed dishes, I start to put them away. I don't hear the tiny footsteps enter the kitchen as I'm loading the china in the cabinets.
"Good morning, Edward!" Bella practically belts out.
Shocked, I fumble with the plates in my hand, dropping one of them in the process. The hard glass hit the tiled floor but doesn't break.
"Holy shit man!" I say aloud after my heartbeat returns to normal. "What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"
"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" she says in an all too innocent tone.
Bella walks over and picks up the plate. She then stacks the plate on top of the others in my hands.
"That's a dirty dish, Bella."
She laughs. "Right, like there's really a speck of dirt on the floor."
Bella takes the plates from my hands and stacks them in the cabinets.
"I don't know. You did leave dirty dishes in the sink last night," My eyes automatically travel down to her ass.
Look away now.
Well look who decided to show up! Where the hell were you last night?
Hey, consciences need sleep, too. What did I miss?
You don't even want to know.
Aw man, what did you do?
If you were around, you would know but since you weren't…..
Be like that. I'll just look through our memories to find out if you won't tell me.
You do that.
I will.
Whatever.
Whatever. You're such a pansy.
Screw you!
You can't do that. I'm you!
Will you go do your damn job—the one you were supposed to be doing last night— and leave me alone?
Fine, but I'll be back.
Bella slams the cabinet shut.
I snap, "Jesus Bella, will you be careful!"
"Will you stop complaining?" she waves me off, turning to take a seat at the island.
I watch her, wondering if she knows that I saw her naked last night. If she doesn't say anything about it, I sure as hell won't.
Bella takes the Cap 'N Crunch box, opens it, and pours the cereal into the bowl. I watch as she opens the fridge to get the milk and wait until she pours it into the filled bowl. When she turns to put the milk back in the fridge, I take the bowl and the seat Bella was about to sit in so she could eat my cereal.
"Heeey!" Bella shouts when she sees what I did.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I spin around in the chair toward her with a mouth full of cereal, smiling, "Thank you."
"You ass, that was for me!"
Swallowing, I tell her, "Get your own bowl."
Bella scoffs and returns to the cabinet to get a bowl for herself as I eat my share. When she gets her spoon, Bella reaches for the Cap 'N Crunch. I smack her hand away and hold the box away from her.
Bella shakes the sting from her hand. "What'd you do that for?"
"Get your own brand of cereal, freak."
"But I want this kind."
"First you take over my room and now you want to eat my cereal, too? Girl, you've got the game fucked up."
Her mouth drops open, astonished that I just refused her request. Then she goes into Brat Mode and reaches for the cereal box again. I lift the box high into the air, holding her back with one arm. Bella doesn't like that so she rushes to the other side of the chair and tries to take the cereal box that way.
So she wants to play? Okay, we can play.
I back out of the chair and stand. Bella comes at me trying to get the box. I back into the wall and hold out the box with my right hand. When she reaches for it, I switch hands. When she goes after my left arm for the box, I repeat my previous actions.
I play this game until Bella figures out she won't get what she wants that way and backs up.
"Maseeen…"
"Swaaan…"
"Treacherous Ass Licker…"
"Feisty Cocksucker Lover…"
Like I've said before, when Bella has her mind set on something, she sees it through.
The Dirty Harry face-off music plays in the distance.
Bella gapes at me with a scowl through small slits. I push off the wall and crouch with a smirk on my face, preparing for another attack. Bella counters. I wave her towards me. "Bring it, bitch."
Bella roars and tackles me into the wall. I hold the box high in the air. Bella stands on the tips of her toes, pulling at my arm with both hands.
"I want it!" Bella shouts.
I want it, too.
"Give it to me, fucker!"
I'll give it to your ass alright.
I push her face back with my hand. "Not a chance in hell you cereal rapist. Back the fuck up!"
"Not until you give me what I want!"
I can give you what you want and have you begging for more.
Now is not the time for double-meaning deciphering!
Why not? Angry Bella gets me riled up! You too, apparently. In case you haven't noticed, we've got major ironing board stiffness going on.
As Bella's pushing up on me to get the Cap 'N Crunch, her body brushes against me and I feel it.
Dammit.
Told you so.
My hard-on distracts me and Bella gives my arm one good yank. The box tilts and cereal spills out. I try to pull my arm out of her grip but she's holding on too tight. I sidestep off the wall and the spilled cereal crunches underneath my bare feet.
"Bella, stop, you're making a mess!"
"Hand over the vittles and there won't be any!"
I keep wrenching to free my arm from her vice grip, gradually stepping away from her so her body won't rub against me. My foot catches on one of the chairs in the process and I fall on my side, taking Bella down with me. More cereal spills out of the box.
Bella keeps coming at me on the floor and I'm starting get irritated with her.
"Fucking quit it already!" I growl. I turn on my stomach, pulling the box close to my chest where Bella can't get to it. That doesn't stop her from putting all the effort in the world into getting to it.
"Come on, Edward, I'm hungryyyy!" Bella whines.
"No! You should have gotten your own box when you guys went food shopping. Mom bought these for me."
"You still have to share them with me."
"No, I don't."
"Ugh, you're a stingy fuck!"
You're wrong about that. When I fuck, I give it generously.
I feel her tits push into my back and her cheek is right by my ear as she pulls on the top part of the box. I use my teeth to bite at her tiny fingers.
You're not going to get it this way either, sweetheart.
Then Bella pulls one of her extremely unexpected stunts, something I'm not at all prepared for. It happens so swiftly that I don't even get a chance to blink.
She sticks her goddamn tongue in my ear.
What. The. Fuck.
I shift my head to get her tongue out of my ear and turn on my back. Bella catches her balance and sits on top of me. I stare at her for a long time with the cereal clutched against my chest.
"Why did you do that?" I ask in a shaky breath.
Panic, fear, and confusion are the expressions that display on Bella's face before she finally settles on the last one: Determination.
"I wanted to." Her voice doesn't match her expression.
"Why?" I ask again.
"Because…I want it."
Somehow I don't think she's talking about the cereal anymore. This is not good. But it doesn't stop me from asking Bella to repeat herself.
"Say it again." My voice is much stronger this time.
"I said I want it." So is hers.
My god, what is she doing?
I'm holding onto the cereal like I'm being taken advantage of. It's all I can do to keep my hands from grabbing any part of her.
"You can't have it." I retort.
Bella leans over me with both hands on either side of my head. "Well, dear brother. You leave me with but one choice."
I swallow hard.
Don't bitch up right now.
"What choice is that, dear sister?" I hiss giving her a firm look to let her know that she needs to back off.
Bella brings her face close to mine until our noses are touching and she says oh-so-aggressively, "I'm just gonna have to take it."
She swirls her hips on top of my hard dick and I groan against my will. Then my sister kisses me with the force of a woman driven mad. The magnetic pull and the buzz of our lips together are powerful. My hands move the box of cereal and travel to her back.
Bella gyrates against me again and all I see is her naked in my bathtub and my bed. These visions drive me to kiss her back just as hard.
Bella flinches once.
Don't get scared now, baby sis. You keep fucking with fire and now you're about to get burned.
I push my tongue in her mouth as I did years ago when she didn't know what to do. Instead of pulling back like I thought she would have, Bella sucks my tongue and then gently bit it as I was pulling it back in my mouth.
Good God. How does she know I like that?
I put my fingers in her hair and pull her deeper in the kiss. She's already close to me but it doesn't feel close enough. When Bella swivels her hips and her pussy into me for a third time, I ground my dick into her. She really needs to know what she is doing to me.
And she needs to stopfucking with me before she gets hurt.
Bella conspires at the feel of me against her, breaking our kiss.
"You can't handle this, Bella. You don't know what you're asking for."
She glares at me like I've insulted her. "That's where you're wrong, Eddie. I can handle anything you throw at me."
She knows damn well I can't stand being called Eddie.
"No jokes. I'm not playing." I reassure her.
"Neither am I."
Who is this girl?
After all these years, Bella still thinks she can challenge me. Staying away did nothing but make my feelings for Bella stronger…and she is not helping my situation by putting me on the spot like this. Again, she's taken me out of my comfort zone.
For two years I've struggled, tried to avoid the inevitable. Bella has no idea how hard it is to stay away from the one person who drives me to my breaking point.
Anything I throw at her, huh?
It's time for her to find out how these feelings affect me.
"Okay, sis. Show me what little Jake has taught you. That's what everyone calls him, right? Or was it Big Daddy Jake to you?"
Bella stalls when I say that. "Edward, leave him out of this."
I place my hands on her hips. "Don't change the subject. You want it so you're going to have to work for it." I tap her ass with my hand. "Show me."
Bella doesn't like the fact that I'm testing her. I know she feels like she has something to prove by now.
Bella's tits bounce right out of her shirt as she snatches it off. My hands go right for them. I take her round nipples between my thumb and index fingers and give them a nice tug. The blush of her nipples is darker than normal and I know they're sore from what I did to her. Bella frowns and smashes her lips together but she doesn't make a noise.
She's toughing it out.
I don't want that.
So I give her nipples a good twist and that gets her to make some noise. She puts her hands over mine as I apply more pressure to my actions, twisting her nipples left and right. Bella's hands clasp my wrists, squeezing them.
"That hurts," she says in a low voice.
I stop, covering her full breasts with my hands and groping them. With the tips of my fingers, I start from the top of her tits and run them down her toned torso. Bella shivers at my touch. Her eyes are full of lust.
"Bella, I'm waiting."
She pauses as if she's deciding what to do before she attacks my mouth again. My hands roam her body until they land on the meaty flesh of her ass. I grab it as I lift my hips and grind my dick into her continually. She reciprocates. Her moans are music to my ears and kryptonite to my conduct.
Stuffing my hands in her underwear, I knead Bella's ass like dough, her skin so soft and smooth. Venturing further, I let two fingers graze her pussy to find that she is very wet.
Oh God.
Bella's marshmallow lips place a kiss on each of my cheeks and chin before moving down further to press them against my Adam's apple. Her warm tongue traces small patterns on my neck and the hair on my arms stands at attention. Her small hands work their way up my shirt, caressing the ripples of my chest. When her fingers find my right nipple, Bella squeezes it and then twists it the same way I twisted hers.
My nipple stiffens. "Sssssss…"
Little does she know, the pain is part of the pleasure for me. Bella pulls back to lift up my shirt. I hold it up for her. She gawks at my chest like it's a brand new fragrance at Bath and Body Works. I'm glad she's enjoying the show but the constant rising of the sun indicates a later time.
"We don't have all day here," I keenly remind her.
Bella assaults my chest with her tongue the same way she did my neck and it feels like heaven.
I know what you did last night!
Well, look who's back.
I know what you did last night!
I heard you the first time.
You violated her in her sleep…wait—what the hell is this?
What does it look like?
Are you crazy? You can't touch her!
I'm not touching her, she's touching me.
That doesn't make it any more legal.
Look, I'm on a mission right now. You can either jump on board or get the fuck on. It's your choice.
You….YOU! [sighs roughly] It's not like I can leave your ass but that doesn't mean I have to watch this.
Then I suggest you close your eyes.
You better pray that you don't get caught.
I won't. I'll only be a minute; this won't take long.
I watch as Bella's tongue trails down my chest until it's at the rim of my pants. As much as I want her to go down on me, now is not the time. Mom will be coming downstairs soon to make Charlie breakfast.
Tapping her arm, I say to her, "You can't show me that right now. We're gonna have to hurry this up. Put your shirt back on but don't cover your tits and take one leg out of your underwear."
"Okay…"
I sit up and lift the front of my shirt over my head, setting it below the back of my neck. This way if I hear any one of our parents coming down the stairs I can just swiftly heave it back over the front; it is the same reason I want her shirt back on.
"You're on birth control, right?" I have to ask because condom supply is not available.
"Yes," she says, putting her shirt on the way I told her.
Good.
I slide my pants down to my knees. When I look back up, Bella has just pulled her leg out of her underwear.
That one act in itself is too hot.
Stay focused on the task at hand.
"Come here." I demand, "Stand in front of me."
Bella stands over me with her feet outside of my thighs just the way I need her. So many thoughts of what I can do to her run through my mind, but this isn't about satisfying myself—no matter how much I wish that it can be.
I look between her legs and gaze at her core. Gliding my fingers against her wet pussy, I stick a finger into her with more ease than I would have liked. She doesn't even recoil.
Her pussy is tight, but not as tight as it should be.
"When was the last time you were with him?" I ask, adding another finger.
Her eyebrows come together before she answers, "Three weeks after school started."
Thoughts of Bella with Jacob boggle my mind. I knew there was a good chance that she wouldn't be a virgin when I came back to Forks but the thought of her being with another guy—especially Jacob— upsets me to the point where I want to kill a motherfucker.
I wanted to be her first.
I should have been her first.
She was supposed to wait for me until she turned eighteen.
But she didn't. She slept with him and she didn't even love him. She let him do everything a man and a woman were supposed to do when they love each other.
The way I love her…the way she loves another guy who can't even return the sentiment.
A guy I know for a fact would never be able to feel for her the way I do…a guy who would get her pregnant and make her stay home with his kids while he goes out to cheat on her.
'He'll find out soon enough that he won't be able to deny my advances.'
She loves him so much that she takes her clothes off in the middle of our kitchen floor to fuck me. I don't want to do what I'm about to do. Bella's using me for practice so she could go be with another guy.
She is making me do this to her. She asked for it and now I'm going to give it to her.
I grip my dick and hold it upward requesting, "Put your hands on my shoulders and sink down on me."
When she doesn't follow my request I give her a look of intolerance.
Why the hell is she standing there looking stupid?
"Well?" I say a little nastier than I intended.
Bella cautiously places her hands on my shoulders and lowers herself just above my dick. I rub the head of my cock against her extremely warm core until it is lined up with her entrance.
"Come down," I say to her in a low, even voice.
Bella takes the head of my cock in with no problem.
Too easy.
I can feel myself getting heated.
She comes down a bit more and I can feel her squeeze around me.
Better.
Another couple of inches and she makes a sound. "Aaahh."
Tighter.
When she's a little more than halfway on me, she stops.
At least she has good stamina.
"Come on, Bella, we're on a time limit here."
She tries to push down on me again and I feel the resistance. "I can't."
I take a deep breath—of relief. Apparently Jacob hadn't broken her in the way she should have been.
"Yes, you can," I fume. "You're the one who said you can handle anything I give you."
Bella tries again but she can't, or won't, get herself all the way down on me. In my mind, she's not trying hard enough.
"You just have to force yourself down more…like this." Then I yank her hips down hard, breaking through the resistance and I'm all the way inside her. Bella, with her mouth open wide and her eyes clamped shut, lets out a short screech.
I groan, dwelling in the feel of her; my sister, the woman I love.
When I feel her lifting herself off of me I grip her hips firmly, holding her in place. Then—to make it more effective—I clutch the back of her shoulders and thrust all the way into her until I feel the side of her cervix.
Bella sucks in a sharp breath, pushing back on my shoulder blades.
Fuuck, this feels too damn good…
After five seconds, I release her fuming, "Is this what you want?"
She backs off of me, her legs shaking but I pull her back down on me just as hard as the first time.
"Edward—" she whimpers.
"Is it?" I pick her up by her ass until I see the tip of my cock before pulling her down again.
"Please," she moans out in agony.
Pick her up. Yank her down. Thrust. Hold.
"Please what? You said anything, right? Right!"
"I—I"
"You what? Isn't that what this is about, you?"
Pick up. Yank down. Thrust. Hold.
"N-n-nooo…."
"No? Who is it about then, me? Or is it about him?"
"Yooou—"
"Bullshit!"
Pick up. Yank down. Thrust. Pick up. Yank down. Thrust. Hold.
Bella's legs collapse and she wraps her arms around me, burying her face into my neck. This makes me more furious and I commence to ramming myself into her. She's whimpering and begging for me to release her.
"Stooop, pleeease!"
I ram into her a few more times before I eject her shivering body off of me. I'm breathing hard and she's gazing at me with watery wide eyes and trembling lips. I pull up my pants and fix my shirt. Bella does the same, her legs uncontrollably shaking. I stand up and she follows, holding her stomach and looking down, defeated.
Perfect. Job done.
"Look at me," my voice is much calmer.
Bella peeks up at me and her cheeks are flushed from the humiliation.
"You crossed the lines and because of that you made me do something I didn't want to do. What were you thinking?"
Bella responds in a small voice, "Edward, you're the one who said that, if I was older, then you would—"
"That was over two years ago! Dammit." I take a few deep breaths to calm myself before continuing. "We're not kids anymore and I'm too old to be playing with you. This…it's not a game. You know damn well why I shouldn't have done that! Why would you—you know what…never mind. What's done is done…shit…"
Resting my elbows on the island I pinch the bridge of my nose before running my hands through my hair.
"I'm sorry…" Bella puts her hand on my arm.
I just fucked my sister. And I didn't even cum. Even if it was only under three minutes, I can now lose my job, my place, my scholarships for school—everything I worked for because of what I've done, what she made me do…all so she could be ready for some guy. I'm irate all over again.
I snatch my arm away from her. "Just…leave me alone."
She flinches as if I stung her.
"Edward," Bella pleads. "Please, don't be upset with me. I was only—"
"I don't want to hear it." I take a deep breath shaking my head. Then I chuckle through my frustrations.
"I am sorry." Bella pouts.
"It's cool. You thought you could, but Baby Bird," I step close to her until I'm in her face and lift her chin so we're eye to eye. " You. Can't. Handle. Me. So don't fuck with it."
Backing up, I look around the kitchen, anywhere but in her direction. Seeing the box of cereal on the floor, I pick it up and set it on the counter. "I washed your dishes so it's your turn to clean this shit up. I'm going back to bed."
I turn to walk out of the kitchen but Bella runs over to me, throwing her arms my waist pleading with me. "Edward, don't be like this. I am really sorry! I'll do anything you ask for, okay? Just don't be mad with me, please!"
An idea comes to me.
"Anything?"
She looks up at my face. "Anything."
"You know what I want you to do? I want you toooo…" I pause and scratch my head for dramatic effect, already having the answer.
"You want me to what?"
"Wax."
Bella asks, befuddled, "Wax?"
"Yeah, that's it. Wax that patch of locks you have down there. I don't like fucking hairy girls." With that, I loosen her grip on me and make my way toward the staircase for my room. As I'm heading up the stairs, my mother is coming down.
"Good morning, son." She pauses, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, mom." I return the gesture.
"How are you feeling? Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Yes, I've eaten but I'm still pretty tired so I'm going back to bed."
"Is Bella awake yet?"
"Yep. She's in the kitchen, more than likely cleaning up the mess she made."
I turn on my heels and go toward my room at the end of the hall, first stopping to grab a couple of towels.
Closing my bedroom door, I go into the bathroom and hang the big towel behind the door. With the face towel in hand, I turn toward the sink bowl.
I need to get down to business.
At the time, I was too angry and I didn't get off during that lesson. I wasn't supposed to.
Now I have to get this buildup out of my system—and Bella. I can't believe how well her body responded to me during that little kitchen fiasco. She's how I've always imagined her to be: tight, hot, and deep.
Very deep…deeper now that I've been inside of her.
Dropping my pajama pants, my dick springs out. I look down at it and my heart skips a beat.
There's blood on my dick.
Not even a lot but enough to know that I've hurt her.
Fuck.
She bled.
But she bled for me. How can that NOT be a good thing?
It's more than good. In fact, it's beautiful. Not that I've hurt her, but that she did this one facet for me.
I marked her, made her mine in that way.
Surprisingly, it feels phenomenal.
Sick fucking bastard.
That's me.
My cock is still sheathed in her fluids. I use her juices and the blood from her body to finish myself off and the towel to catch my flow. It's the best orgasm because it wasn't just from fantasizing about Bella. It's from becoming one with my sibling, the young woman who I desire with everything in me and can't fully have as my own.
This is some fucked up shit.
I rinse my hands and throw some water on my face but I don't dare touch my dick. It still carried her feminine scent. I wasn't ready to cleanse that from me yet.
Leaving the bathroom, I look around my room and notice everything that belongs to Bella.
Signs.
It has to go if I don't want her consuming my mind any more than she already does. Emptying the hamper, I start at the far left dresser and make my way around the room grabbing her belongings. Books, perfumes, stuffed animals, her iPod—whatever could fit in it, I dump in the hamper. Whatever didn't fit I carried out of my room and sat it by Bella's bedroom door along with the basket.
She definitely won't be sleeping in here tonight.
Once I'm done, I shut my door and lock it. Grabbing that filthy duvet, I throw it in with the pile of clothes by my bathroom floor. I'll wash the load later.
When my back finally hits the bed, I feel free and high in spirits as I float off into a deep sleep.
A/N Nobody ever said that love made sense.. As many times as I've tried to re-write this chapter, this was the only way that kept me coming up with ideas. It seriously shocked me so much when I wrote it that I had to ask for advice. But the more I wrote it, the more it made sense in my sick mind. I expect mixed reviews but don't ask for an explanation. That's just the way it is. Oh, and for those of you who think that I've forgotten than Jacob is the one that took Bella's virginity in the third chapter, I haven't. Edward just has more junk than Jacob. Why? Because he's fucking Edward that's why! And I love him so he will always be bigger than Jacob. Edward can reach those spots in Bella that Jacob can't so that explains the blood. For those who don't know: it is possible for a woman to bleed more than just her first time. Thanksgiving is next. Edward's POV.