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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 08.08.12~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Get Caught
By: Pandora's Box is Heavy
When I was twelve years old my mom and dad told me I was finally going to get what I had been asking for since I learned how to talk.
A sibling.
At that age, I was more worried about getting the hell out of their house and out from under their somewhat overprotective and dominant thumbs. I acted out and called them selfish. Surely, they had waited until I was old enough to babysit before they brought a baby into the world. My father worked a lot and my mom had the attention span of a goldfish.
And seven months later my whole demeanor changed.
Emmett Landon Swan was born a week and a half after my thirteenth birthday. I told my parents that it was the best gift ever and I didn't mind so much when my mom needed extra help at night.
Emmett became my world from the minute he was born and nothing's changed after seventeen, well eighteen years to the day.
After college and a horrendous breakup with He Who Shall Remain Nameless, I moved back home with a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing. I bought a small two story house on the opposite end of town with a great view of the ocean and set out to write a novel. Two novels and a movie deal later, I'm living rather comfortably in my fully renovated home on the beach.
Emmett graduated from high school three weeks ago and we spent the day celebrating that as a major milestone.
Emmett's eighteenth birthday is today.
It's currently 11:32 PM and I'm trying to knock out the final draft of my third and final novel for my trilogy. I've had more iced coffee than should be legally acceptable, and if I eat another chocolate ho-ho, I'm going to blow-blow. The dangerous amount of caffeine flowing through my veins at the moment has me sweating bullets as the heroine and her lover fight the dragon lords for their right to be together.
I've already stripped out of my sweat pants and my bra is on the coffee table, leaving me in a pair of boy-shorts and a tank top that's definitely seen better days. I'm contemplating just getting naked when my house alarm starts going haywire.
I jump up knocking the coffee over. I watch it short out my laptop in seconds and soak my cellphone all at the same time. I'll admit I'm torn: attempt to save my pieces of technology or run to the safe room my father insisted on installing in the pantry when I started renovating. I'm about to electrocute myself for the sake of those final chapters of my novel when I hear a familiar voice whisper yell from the hallway as the front door slams shut.
"Shut up, stupid! My sister's probably sleeping," Emmett slurs.
There's a scuffle in the hall followed by a lot of beeping. "I'm sure she's already awake by now," a familiar voice chuckles. "Can't you remember the passcode?"
"Um yeah… I think it's my birthday or something," Emmett mutters and continues pushing buttons.
I finally thaw out and enter the hallway, bypassing a drunk Emmett and a very sober Edward, Emmett's best friend. I punch the passcode in as Edward slaps my brother in the back of the head.
"Of course it's your birthday, you idiot. Why else would we go clubbing?"
"He's right. The passcode is his birth year," I say. Edward looks over at me and his eyes go wide.
He tries to say something, but a blush creeps up the sides of his neck and he starts choking at the same time Emmett opens his eyes.
"Jesus H. Christ, Bells! Go put some damn clothes on."
I look down and realize I'm still wearing a pair of panties and a holey tank top. With a squeak, I run up the stairs to my bedroom and slam the door behind me. I can hear Emmett yelling at his friend to stop staring and that he needs something to eat.
I find a more age appropriate outfit: sweatpants and a sweatshirt that swallow me whole. Both belonged to Emmett. He outgrew them a couple of years ago, and waste not, want not.
I find the two of them in the kitchen. Edward's nervously scraping eggs around a skillet while Emmett stares into the toaster and watches the bread brown. I walk over and pull him by his ear until he's sitting up.
"Ow! What did you do that for?" he whines, rubbing his ear.
"What are you doing here? And why are you drunk." I fan his beer breath out of my face. "You reek."
"It's the VIP room you rented at Blue Moon for us, Bella," Edward explains without looking up from the stove. "One of the bartenders thought he was of age and never carded him. The stupid oaf never corrected him either."
"So you decided to bring an intoxicated minor into my house?" I tap my foot on the floor impatiently, waiting for an answer from either of them. Edward refuses to look even closely into my direction, but I'm used to it.
Ever since he turned sixteen, he's been weird around me. Alice, my best friend and editor, says it's because I'm a S.I.L.F…but she's a pervy little bitch and thinks everything results with sex.
He pulls three plates out of the cabinet by the fridge and loads them up with eggs as Emmett butters the four slices of bread he's managed to toast. He also butters two pieces straight out of the bread bag and sets them in front of me.
"At least you're still coherent enough to know how I like my bread," I laugh.
Bagels are meant to be toasted…and of course Eggo waffles. That is all.
He mumbles something and squirts half a bottle of ketchup all over his eggs before digging in.
"So I take it the two of you had fun? Where's the rest of your crew?" I ask.
Emmett's too interested in the eggs he's shoveling in his mouth to answer, so I turn to Edward, who's sitting on the other side of me, and bump him with my shoulder. He chokes on the cranberry juice he's poured for himself and takes a moment to compose himself before answering.
"They ditched us when Emmett got too wasted. The limo driver had to help me carry him out to the car," he mumbles, looking down at the plate in front of him. I sigh and tuck into my meal.
Emmett wants to watch television, so I offer to do the dishes while Edward carts him into the living room. He appears a second later with a bright red face and refuses to make eye contact with me yet again.
"Um… you left a few things in the living room. I'll finish those," he stutters, walking over and snatching the soapy sponge from my hands.
"Oh yeah, I spilled coffee on my laptop," I mutter. "Do you think I can borrow your brain for a little while? I think I might have lost all of my work."
He nods without looking back at me.
I notice for the first time in a very, very long time that Edward's actually dressed like a teenage boy. He's always dressed in computer geek chic, according to my brother: button up shirts, slacks and on occasion a jacket, as well as a tie. But tonight he's wearing a pair of jeans that fit him… nicely, an Ed Hardy t-shirt and a pair of skateboard shoes. His hair that's usually swept back must have gel in it from the way it's standing up.
His entire outfit has my brother written all over it. No wonder he's extremely uncomfortable tonight. He's out of his comfort zone.
I enter the living room and find my brother passed out on my leather couch and sigh.
"Emmett!" I slap his beefy face. "Emmett, you need to go up to your bed. I've got work to do and I hate when you sleep on my couch." He's incredibly big and the couch is really expensive.
He gives a groan and opens his eyes. "Help me?"
I sigh and help him upstairs to the bedroom he claimed as his own when I first bought the house. When I finally got him in bed, I take his shoes off and find a handful of change in the bottom. When I ask him about it, he tells me his pockets were full and then passes out with a pillow over his face. I push him until he's sleeping on his side and set a trashcan by his bed, just in case, before I go back downstairs.
Edward has taken my laptop into the kitchen, as well as my cellphone, and I realize that he was perhaps talking about my clothes earlier. My bra is still strewn across the coffee table, and my pants are inside out and tossed across the floor from where I took them off without getting up from the couch. Whatever…my house my rules. They ambushed me.
I find him huddled over my laptop with a small screw driver, and a roll of paper towels. My cellphone is sitting in a plastic bag of rice.
"What's with the rice?" I ask.
He gives a yelp and jumps up. "Jesus, you scared the shit– I mean, crap out of me," he stutters, pushing his thick rimmed glasses back up on his nose. "It's supposed to dry your phone out. I took the SIM card out so you should be good if the rice doesn't work."
"I'm not really worried about my phone." I take a look at the laptop he's taken apart on the counter. "What about my baby?"
"Well, the good news is that the motherboard is dry. The bad news is the keyboard is shot as well as the charger."
"That's good, right? My publishing house sent me a new laptop as a bonus. I can go get it. Maybe we can transfer everything?" I stand up and look at the clock on the stove. "Wait…it's late. You probably want to go to sleep, don't you?"
"Nah, it's alright. Go get your new laptop and I'll go out to my car to get a couple of things."
"Why do you have your car? I thought the limo dropped the two of you off?"
"Yeah, back at Emmett's," he laughs. "I left him sitting on the curb and grabbed my car. Charlie would have a coronary if he saw Emmett like that."
"You're a good friend, Edward," I murmur. He looks up at me with a weird expression on his face before he stands up and leaves the room.
I go to my office and dig the laptop out from under a pile of papers and crap. I haven't even opened the box and was going to give it to Emmett when he started college in the fall. I'm sort of glad I didn't.
Edward's already back in the kitchen. He's got the computer taken apart and he's using a tool to attach wires directly into the motherboard. I cough softly to announce my presence and he looks up.
"You can go ahead and open the box if you want. Maybe start charging it," he says, pointing to the outlet on the other side of the island. "I put your cellphone on top of the fridge."
"Thanks, Edward. I really appreciate it."
We work in silence and I find myself enjoying the new laptop. It's bigger than my old one, and the keyboard isn't faded and worn out like my old one. It's a lot quicker as well. Edward is still messing with complicated wires and things, so I start a game of Mahjong while I wait.
"It was a lot of fun tonight," he murmurs after a couple of minutes. "Emmett had a blast."
"What about you? Any hot girls sweep you out on the dance floor?" I ask without looking up from my game.
He chokes nervously. "Um…no. I can't. I mean, I don't dance." The stutter is back.
"Me neither. Two left feet thanks to Papa Charlie," I laugh.
Something sizzles and I look up to find Edward connecting two wires. The computer screen lights up and I see the folder with my work open. I jump up and round the island.
"Yes! You saved it!" I scream.
If I had any talent or coordination, I would dance around the kitchen. That's how happy I am. Alice always says I should back up every five minutes while I'm writing just in case something happens, but I never listen to her. Best believe I'm following her orders from now on.
"Yeah, I did. Bring your new computer over and I'll start transferring everything," he blushes, plugging a regular mouse and keyboard in with an Ethernet.
"You had all of this stuff in your car?" I ask, setting the laptop in front of him. It dwarfs my old one, even though it's in pieces.
"Yeah. You never know when clumsy authors will need your help," he chuckles.
I do believe Edward Cullen just made a joke.
I sit next to him and watch him get to work. He uses a cord and plugs it into both computers and presses some buttons on the keyboard before a little symbol pops up on both screens.
"This could take a while. You have a lot of music."
"You sound surprised."
"Well, I know you like to use different playlists to set the mood when you're writing," he says, nodding towards my iTunes account. Then his eyes grow wide.
"What? Is it not working?" I panic.
"No… um…" That ever present blush presents itself along the sides of his neck and he adjusts his glasses once again. I lean over and look at the screen trying to find the reason behind his embarrassment and realize what playlist I had open before the coffee accident.
Me So Horny Playlist
"Oh. Well, you don't become a best seller without a little raunchiness," I laugh. "Sex sells in this industry."
He nods and exits out of iTunes. "Jesus Christ."
I almost want to laugh at the way he's acting at the sight of my desktop background. Alice thought it would be funny to take some intimate shots of me in an effort to portray the way I wanted the cover of the final book to come out. I'll admit I was completely against the idea until I saw the way they came out, and they actually inspired me to give justice to the final sex scene before the battle.
It's a collage of me in barely there lingerie of all different colors, but it's not like I look skanky or anything. It was a very tasteful photo shoot.
I can tell he's getting overly uncomfortable, so I feign being tired and head upstairs.
"Goodnight, Edward. If Emmett isn't too hung over I'll take the two of you out to lunch before you head home."
He nods and chokes out a tiny goodnight.
I sit on the recliner across the room from my bed for about an hour. I'm a night owl by nature and it's only two o'clock in the morning. My fingers are still twitching and I contemplate jumping on my desktop to try to get some writing done, but I can't pinpoint where I left off before I spilled my coffee.
I turn on some background music and sit, watching the waves crash against the white sand along the beach.
I'm contemplating taking a late night walk on the beach when I hear something downstairs. I figure its Edward giving up on the computer and heading to bed. He knows where the guest room is.
I decide to go down and pull up the last thing I had written on the laptop so that I can continue writing. I grab a pad of paper and a pencil and creep down the stairs so I don't wake up my drunk brother or his friend that's done a lot to help me out. I round the corner to enter the kitchen and stop short.
How he doesn't hear me gasp is beyond me.
He's standing in front of my broken laptop, pants around his ankles. He's pulled up the original file of the pictures from the photo shoot as his hand works over his impressive length.
I should feel violated, but instead I'm sort of flattered that he's using my photos for spank bank material. Alice insists that I write better when I'm sexually frustrated and we're quickly approaching the deadline, so it's been a while since I...you know.
I grow heated as I watch the boy.
If I had any sense, I would let him know I was watching. He's barely eighteen years old and I'm thirteen years his senior. He's also my brother's best friend.
But I don't move. He does though.
His moan reaches my ears as he rests his forearm on the island beside my laptop. His hand speeds up and I notice that his thumb swipes over the head of his dick with every thrust.
On their own volition, I set the pad of paper and pen down on the table to my right, letting my hands snake their way under my shirt and caress my lust heavy breasts. My nipples are rock hard as my thumbs circle them. I'm definitely a boob woman and if talented enough, a man could definitely make me come without even touching me downstairs.
"Oh god, Bella!"
I'm gushing between my legs at the sound of his husky voice.
He said my fucking name.
I let one hand trail its way down my stomach, tickling my heated skin until I come across the elastic waist band of my pants.
I stop there.
What's the point of masturbating at the sight of this handsome young gentleman that is clearly sexually attracted to me?
I'm going to hell anyway. I smirk, removing my hands somewhat reluctantly. I creep up behind him, thankful that I still have my socks on. He reaches over and switches the picture. It's the only completely nude shot of myself I've ever taken. One hand over my sex, the other over my breasts. "No nip shots," Alice had said.
"Jesus Christ," Edward groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy as I reach around and wrap my hand around his.
He's too close to care about getting caught in the act and grunts my name over and over again as hot spurts splash against the cabinets. I let him go and he turns around with a horrified smile on his handsome face.
"Oh my god," he mutters, covering his still rock hard erection with his hands. "I'm so sorry."
I find my inner goddess, the one that helps me seduce men and write some of my most erotic work. They go hand in hand and she's a fucking lethal gift.
"You know the whole thrill of exhibitionism is to almost get caught," the goddess in me purrs as she lifts my shirt and my tank top over my head.
His Adam's apple bobs nervously as he tries his best to remain at eye level with me, but no man or woman in their right mind would turn down the chance to look at a woman's bare breasts. It's in our nature as human beings.
The goddess reaches for her pants, but Edward grabs my hands. "Bella, what are you doing?" he asks in a strained voice.
At the sight of his erection pointing directly at me, I almost melt into a pile of goo on the spot. It's been too long.
"It's only fair, Edward," I explain. "You get off staring at my pictures." I point over to the laptop. "Now you can get me off."
"I don't…I mean...I've never… oh, dear God," he mutters.
He's close to hyperventilating, and the goddess takes the backseat. My rational side starts to think that this was maybe a bad idea and I'm embarrassed.
"Um…let's forget this," I mumble gently, yanking my hands from his grasps. "And pretend nothing happened. For Emmett's sake."
He nods looking down at the floor. I wrap my arms around my chest and feel the tickle of tears in the corners of my eyes. Edward's not the only one that can get embarrassed.
I step to the side and bend over to grab my shirt when I feel it. Hesitant, yet firm, hands grip my hips from behind, making me gasp out loud and stand up straight. The fabric slips from my hands as Edward reaches around and cups my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. I moan like a hussy and writhe against his chest. His lips find purchase on the skin behind my ear as one hand trails the same path down my stomach that mine had when I was standing in the hall. He doesn't speak as his hand slithers its way into my pants and I find the silence all the more erotic. I grunt as he cups my swollen sex, wasting no time to thrust three fingers deep inside my drenched walls.
"Shit, shit, shit," I whine as his thumb finds my quivering bundle of nerves. I come undone the second he bites down on my neck and I writhe against him like a mad woman. He takes me farther than any man ever has and stops right before I reach my peak for the second time.
"I'm sorry," he moans as my pants and underwear are unceremoniously ripped down my legs. He doesn't even wait for me to bend over the stool completely before he's gripped my hips for a second time tonight and thrusting into me so hard the chair scrapes across the floor with an ear-splitting screech.
His hand covers my mouth as I scream. My eyes roll in the back of my head as he grips my hair and pulls me upright until my back is against his now bare chest.
When the fuck did that happen?
"Shh..." he whispers, removing his hand and finding my sensitive clit. He uses two fingers to rub me as he continues to thrust and I'm about to finally find my 'O' when he stops and pulls out of me. In a matter of seconds, the broken laptop crashes to the floor and I'm thrown on top of the island. My pants are pulled off of me as he attacks my mouth with his so ferociously, I'm sure I'll have a fat lip in the morning. He's inexperienced in the kissing department and it's sloppy, but it still makes me want more.
His dick finds my pussy again and I almost gag on his tongue when he enters me, filling me so completely I'm afraid I'll be walking with a limp. I lift my leg until my foot is flat against the island and I swear to god the tip of his dick touches my cervix.
"Oh fuck," I groan. "Oh–" His mouth finds mine once again and it's less needy this time around.
The all too familiar coil begins to tighten deep within my belly and I reach down, pulling him by his ass until his pubic bone is rubbing against my clit. "Almost," I moan.
He ducks down and finds my nipple with his teeth, making me come undone with a loud pleasure filled scream. It isn't until I'm panting, and still writhing against the cool tile of the kitchen island, that I feel him erupt deep inside me. He emits this sound, a cross between a growl and a moan as he rides out his climax. And then he freezes on top of me and smiles at me behind fogged glasses.
"Isn't the point of a quickie in the kitchen not to get caught?" he asks, pulling away from me. He gathers his stuff and rushes towards the living room, leaving me spread out on the kitchen island.
I'm about to get up and gather my things when my little brother rounds the corner. His eyes go wide with horror when he takes in my position and he immediately back tracks.
"Jesus H. Christ, Bella! You have houseguests!" he gags.
I jump up and grab my sweatshirt not caring that it's inside out. I toss it over my head and walk toward him to ensure that he won't vomit all over my freshly shampooed carpet, when the door to the living room swings open and Edward stumbles in looking like he's just woken up from all of the noise. He's wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and his shirt and his glasses are quiet askew.
"What's going on in here?" he mumbles.
I glare at him and point to my brother. "If he throws up, both of you are re-shampooing these carpets tomorrow. Get him to bed."
Emmett's moaning and groaning about brain bleach as Edward carts him down the hall to his bedroom. I slide past them and enter my bedroom without another word. I clean myself up a little and settle into bed with a satisfied smile on my face when I hear my doorknob turn.
The door opens slightly and a shock of reddish brown hair peeks around. "That was close," he whispers.
"Yeah, you just left me there, asshole." I roll over and punch my pillow a couple of times. He sits on the end of my bed and grabs my ankle, but I jerk away from him. "It was nice, Edward. Thanks. But it can't happen again," I mumble. "So go down to the guest room. We'll wake up tomorrow and pretend it never happened, alright?"
"Actually..." he whispers, sliding his hand up between my thighs. "I was thinking we should try on your back deck."
"There are night joggers and my neighbors are having a bonfire next door," I gasp as his fingers bypass my panties and find me still hot and still wanting more.
"It's just like you said…" He leans over and kisses me deeply before continuing. "…the point of exhibitionism is to almost get caught."
And with that he swoops me up and over his shoulder and carries me down the stairs and out onto the back deck.
It became a game of sorts with me and my brother's best friend. He'd stop by my house alone and we'd fuck in the middle of a crowded beach or on my front porch. We never got caught or came as close to getting caught as we did the first time, but the thrill never died.
Not even on the day of Emmett's and Edward's departure to college. I gave him a blowjob in the corner of his parents' garden while everyone wished them well in their quest for adulthood.
That's when our game changed.
Edward joked that he would be anticipating the day I showed up at his college, but I informed him that I would be staying home and that he had a life to get started. He told me that I was his life, but I wasn't having any of it. I sent him off to college with the memories, as well as a half-assed promise that I would move on and that he should do the same.
It was a lie though. I never got over the boy, and four years later when he showed up on my doorstep with a degree in Engineering, I invited him into my home and into my heart. His parents weren't happy that he had fallen in love with someone as old as I was, but they grew used to it, and my parents, as well as Emmett, were just glad to see me settle down.
I was thirty-six when I married my sweetheart and forty-one when I gave birth to our first and only child, Chansey Elizabeth Cullen.
We're celebrating our twentieth anniversary today. At forty-three, Edward has aged rather gracefully, but we can't go anywhere without someone mentioning our age difference.
He calls me his cougar.
Chansey is starting her sophomore year of high school and she's gotten her first boyfriend. I can see the two of them canoodling in the corner of the yard while the rest of our partygoers congratulate me and my husband for such an epic milestone.
In this day and age, a five year wedding anniversary is a difficult feat, but we've managed.
We sit at the head of a giant table and I watch my brother chase around his ten year old twins with a squirt gun. He swears that he always knew there was something going on between his best friend and I, but I remember the look of sheer shock on his face when we showed up together to announce our relationship.
An appeal for age differences must run in our family because Emmett married a woman nearly eight years his junior the year he turned thirty. There were rumors that they wouldn't last and that Rose was only after his money because he had become an A-list actor down in Hollywood, but they proved everyone wrong.
A warm familiar hand snakes its way under my knee length skirt and slides up my thigh. My face doesn't change, but I lean into my husband's embrace as he finds a little surprise.
I had forgone underwear this morning.
He kisses my lips and wishes me a happy anniversary, followed by those words that always make me excited as his fingers slide between my lips in a practiced move. "Don't get us caught, love."
Old habits die hard… and some of them are too fun to let go of.
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