Chapter 102

BPOV

All of my attempts at subterfuge to gain the upper hand had been in vain, two days of thwarting his advances, of denying not only Edward pleasure but myself as well, were all for not. Perhaps it was divine intervention that kept me from being victorious. A punishment handed down from the deities for the deception I had planned and actively perpetrated. Lord knows I had pulled out every weapon in my arsenal, used every trick I knew and even enlisted the help of others – some without their knowledge - to emerge triumphant.

Yet for all my efforts, I still laid on the bed a defeated contestant, while Edward remain -albeit weary from the battle – the undisputed victor. It certainly wasn't from lack of trying or as if my offensive game plan hadn't been well thought out. It was simple enough, entice, tantalize and then attack.

There were a few times during the showdown where I thought for sure I had broken through Edward's defenses. He was moaning and shifting his hips around while muttering something about neurons while his dick started swelling.

But a second later the crisis had passed; Edward had regained a resemblance of control although I knew damn well he was struggling. Then he cried out 'the gland' and I went to work on that, keeping an even pressure around the mushroom head while rubbing my tongue around the slit. Edward was enjoying the move Dougie taught me so much I decided to heighten the pleasure by massaging his balls. And his whole body stiffened to the point where I figured it was now or never.

Taking him in until my nose was buried in his musky scented hair, I relaxed my throat and using only my chest let the air resonate around him creating a humming effect. It's a difficult procedure that requires my full concentration and can only be sustained for a brief time. However I could tell Edward was ready to crack so I went in for the kill.

Using Dougie's patented knuckle massage – which he swore was always a winner – I applied just enough pressure to the area behind his balls to stimulate the prostate – and it worked.

Edward's legs started shaking, he was moaning loudly and moving his hips in a way that made me think he didn't know which he enjoy more, my mouth or my finger. The shaft down my throat swelled to the point where I needed to come up for air. He tensed, ready to give up the fight and I knew one long drag with just the right amount of pressure would draw the cum right along with it.

And then the fucking timer dinged

I was already in the act of pulling back from him so I just finished the motion and cursed at coming up the looser when Edward howled so loud I thought he might be in pain. Snapping my head back to look into his face there was one instant of nothingness and then the most serene expression appeared on his features at the same time my neck and chest was spattered with warm goo. Edward stood still for only a brief moment before he kind of shuddered out a grunt and fell backwards on the bed like he was taking the 'Nestea Plunge'.

Using his discarded shirt I wiped the spunk off me before getting to my knees to survey the aftermath. Other then his chest rising with with exerted breathes he laid in complete stillness with his arm shielding his eyes. Propping myself on one arm I watched him in that serene state of bliss for a long moment. The light gray T-shirt clinging to the muscles in his torso while his dick rested limply against his upper thigh leaking remnants of residual fluid. He couldn't have been more beautiful, like a finely chiseled statue carved in flesh and blood by a highly skill artisan. My own personal David brought to life except with a much bigger penis.

Edward removed the arm covering his face to peer at me with one opened eye and I was struck by with a sense of wonder. “How did you do that?”

“Control”

Control?

“Huh”

I had control, BFF buzzed away inside me for what seemed like hours and I had held off, kept myself from cumming yet that was just a piece of plastic. I couldn't imagine how much more powerful the sensations would have been had Edward been using his mouth on me while searching out my hidden places with his fingers. I knew damn well there was no way I could have withstood that kind of onslaught without succumbing.

Edward truly was 'Master of His Domain'

“Come here” shifting to his side he held open his arms for me to snuggle into.

My head rested under his chin and as his lips touched my hair with the lightest of pressure as his hand moved down my side sending tingles of desire through me. I was already worked up from giving the blow-job and the allure of his scent, a mixture of sweat, cum and man wasn't making it any easier to ward off the need that was brewing. Pressing my thighs tightly together I wiggled against my own skin trying to scratch the itch.

Edward's hand roamed freely over my back as he let out a slight groan “uhhh...Bella...I know your kind of worked up but I'm going to need a few days recovery...”

The words registered in my mind and I pulled back to look at his closed eyes “A few days?”

Smiling he still hadn't opened his eyes, instead using his hands to gently tuck me back into place with a small chuckle “Ok...would you believe me if I said 'give me an hour?”

“That's better” wiggling my hips I could feel little eddie start to stir and I doubted it would even take that long however before I could voice the observation Edward went on.

“Since we don't have that long you can either take care of that now on your own or wait until later and I'll take care of it myself”

He'd take care of me?

Oh that sounded heavenly however I truly was feeling the effects so I wondered “Can I have both?”

It was Edward's turn to pull back, his both eyes finally open as he chuckled darkly “My you are a greedy little thing today” He kissed me softly “No my pet, one or the other”

“Then I...”Our lips meeting each others made my reply sound less unsure as I answered “...choose later”

Another kiss sealing the deal with his reply “Good I'm looking forward to having you in my bed”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Greedy and nosy...what would like?” He was amused

“Ummm...” biting my lip I asked timidly “would you give me oral pleasure”

I don't know why it embarrassed me to ask for what I wanted, after all it was Edward and I could beg l him 'fuck my ass' while we were in the act yet requesting to be 'eaten out” just seemed intimidatingly foul.

“Oral pleasure?” repeating the phrase with a laugh “What happened to my naughty mouth girl who said my cock was...” his eyes twinkled with smugness “...yummy”

“But it is yummy, all strong and beautiful...” adding in sincerity “you have the prettiest penis Edward”

He was entertained to the point of blushing “I though we already established you weren't allowed to call my dick pretty. Next thing you know you'll be making it feather boas and little yellow polka-dotted dresses”

“No...” settling my head back into place “...I think pink is more your color”

The laugh rumbled in his chest and we became quiet again letting me come to terms with the enormity of my losing the bet. Two months of not only forgoing my beloved Fruity Pebbles but also having to suffer through eating healthy, high fiber, tasteless rabbit food. All of a sudden it didn't seem fair, like the outcome was skewed in his favor and I thought about having to wait for two more months for a lousy bowl of cereal.

Two months.

It had already been nearly two months since I tasted the crunchy goodness, another two seemed like an eternity. Then a certain train of thought occurred to me as I went back over the terms in my head. It certainly seemed like a breach to our agreement, and I doubted Edward would go for it, yet desperate times called for desperate measures and I was desperate enough to try anything. But I was going to have to approach the subject as coyly as possible.

“Edward?”

“Bella?”

Giving myself enough room to play with ribbing around the collar of his shirt I bite my lip before gazing up at his curious eyes.

Edward stoked his hand along my shoulder “What is it baby?”

“Well I was just wondering...”

Raising his eyes he waited while I continued to skittishly play with with his shirt and tried to look wounded “....about the bet”

“What about it...you lost”

“I know but...I was wondering when the two months was going to start”

The confusion was clear on his face “What do mean? The bet was today....it starts today...so...”

“Yeah but...I was thinking we never really said....a definite start date.”

“I don't understand”

“Well I was thinking...it could maybe be...postponed?” saying the word with a hopeful voice.

“Ahhh...no”

I figured that would be the answer but I had another suggestion “Ok...well...then...could it be ….retroactive?”

“Retroactive?”

Taking advantage of his bewilderment I used the leverage of my body to roll us so Edward was laying on his back with me straddling his thighs. “Yes...I was thinking we could use the date of our contract signing instead of today as a starting point”

“What!” His eyes popped open wide “No way!”

“Why noooot?” whining just a bit “We never hashed out that detail, it was a loophole”

“There is no loophole, you made the bet, you set the terms, you almost killed me and now you want to renege...”

“No...not renege” I rolled my eyes “besides you're still breathing”

“Yeah now I am before was a different story”

“Look Edward all I'm saying is that our exact words were...”

Narrowing his eyes he became stern “You said you didn't want to live by exact words and I'm not negotiating finer details with you after the fact. You lost now it's time to pay up...”

“But Edward...” leaning down to kiss him “all I'm asking for...” my lips trailing to his ear “...is that you take in to account...” tugging his ear lobe with my teeth “the time I already served...”

“It doesn't work … that way Bella” his voice getting breathy as little eddie grew firmer against me.

“It could though...” more kisses along his neck “...all you have to do...is change the start date”

“Ohhh...” I smiled at the moan “...alright”

Quickly sitting up I smiled brightly “Really?”

“Absolutely” he said assuredly “Since tomorrow is the first Saturday, we'll use that date”

“Ohhhh....that's not what I mean”

Trying once again I tilted my head and put on a long face of dejection “Edward, I need them”

“Need them?” he questioned with a disbelieving tone

“Yes, need them...I gots a craving and I need them to satisfy it or...”

The look on his face gave nothing away as to what he was thinking, however while I talked Edward ran his hands up my sides and back down again coming to rest on my hips.

“Or what? You'll combust?”

“I might...you don't know how bad it can get. How moody and bitchy a woman becomes when she goes unsatisfied”

“Wait a minute” he chuckled “...are we still talking about cereal?”

“Yes”

“OK...please go on” laughing at me “enlighten me on this moody bitchiness”

“It can get really nasty and I'm just trying to save you from experiencing that”

“Ahhh my Bella” he stroked my side “Quit the crap”

The shock came first and then the pout as I realized it wasn't going to work. Edward reached up with one hand to lightly trace my puffed out bottom lip “The poo-poo face is cute my love, but it's not going to work”

Becoming animated Edward moved to prop himself on both elbows “You lost fair and square, in fact you had more them ten minutes because I didn't set the timer right away. So there will be no postponing...” smiling at the word “no retroactive dating and I'm fairly certain there will not be one episode of moody bitchiness”

“How do you know?” I asked dejectedly without truly thinking

Getting to a full seating position Edward's face was only a few inches from mine “I know my dear sweet Bella because it has been my experience that a sound spanking trumps moody bitchiness any day of the week.”

“Oh”

“Yes...oh, or in this case it just might be 'OW'” the smug smile was back “So put on a happy face my sweet and fulfill your end of the bargain. Because I guarantee if moody bitchy Isabella is sitting at the Saturday breakfast table” all humor left his face as Edward's eyes turned dark and dangerous “She will not be sitting for long”

All hope was lost as his smile returned along with a twinkle in his eye as he held my chin and said “Got me?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good” chuckling as he released my face “I'm glad we got that settled.”

It was settled alright and there was no getting around it, I just hoped when I had to suffer through the nasty Fiber One in the morning he would at least allow me to add some sugar, or a banana and maybe some chocolate syrup.

Edward's tucked the hair behind my ears “Now what are you thinking?”

“Nothing”

He laughed “I don't believe you for a second, however I'm sure it wont take long before I find out”

“You think I'm a devious, don't you?”

“Oh I know your devious my love” laughing he rolled us on the bed so I was pinned beneath him and it was his turn to kiss me “And to be honest, I’m kind of excited to see what your next plan is.” kissing me again he asked “You do have a plan brewing up there...don't you nâhtötse ?”

“No plan” I lied, then told him the truth “just thinking how to make the yucky cereal taste better”

“mmmmm...” Edward hummed against my ear while the tip of his nose skimmed over my jaw “try some milk, it'll be wonderful”

“OH...get off me” Pushing with my hands and only managing to move him because he flung himself backwards while rolling with laughter

Even though it was at my expense the sound of Edward laughing was enough to make me giggle. Once again it was a showdown, a contest of wills and as per usual Edward won. Then again I suppose that is how it should be. I wasn't wounded, my pride was still in tact, I had tried to gain the upper hand only to have it thrown back at me by a more experienced and highly disciplined man.

If I was being honest with myself I had to admit there was a great deal of pleasure in knowing Edward wasn't easily manipulated. The submissive woman in me took solace in the fact she could trust her Master to always come out victorious. The girlfriend part could be satisfied with knowing she spent the last half hour exchanging playful banter with the man she loves. It was a win-win situation and I hoped that thought would be enough to keep the smile on my face the next morning when I was faced with the prospect of a hearty healthy bowl of rabbit food.

Edward wanted to take a quick shower and invited me to join him so we could 'christen' the new bathroom. Knowing that would only lead to some wet and wild fun, I declined telling him I'd help him with the dedication ceremony when the bathroom was completely done and we could baptize it right. It appeased him, giving me time to change the top blanket on the bed and get ready for my brother to get there.

An hour later Seth and Tracy were settling into the guest room, they had arrived with only two small duffel bags a wrapped present for Leah and another generic brown handled bag which she gave to me. “My mom sent this for you”

“Thank you” I said knowing it was some kind of food that was sent as a thank you gift for letting her daughter stay with us.

After giving them a quick tour of the house and showing them the room they would be using I left them to go start dinner. Edward was in the kitchen with me when I pulled the foil covered tray from the bag along with an envelope addressed to me. Lifting one corner to peer inside I moaned at the sight of the Scalloped Corn and Bacon casserole.

“What is that?” Edward wondered as he peeked over my shoulder

“It's pure heaven for your mouth” I told him as I opened the letter.

It was a typical thank you note along with a medical release authorizing me to sign any forms and a copy of Tracy's insurance card. I doubted any of it would be necessary but since the girl was still only seventeen, it was better to be prepared.

Placing the casserole in the fridge I pulled out the stuff to marinate the stakes and Edward went outback with Seth. Covering the pan with wax paper, I was just going to go outside when Tracy came into the kitchen. I didn't really know her very well, after all she was just a kid when I spent all my time at La Push. Other then being the grand-daughter of old Quil Ateara and young Quil's cousin, the only thing I had to go on was what I'd been told.

Leah had her own opinion which was skewed by the fact she thought Tracy was pushing Seth too fast into making a commitment. I didn't know if that was true or not, what I did know is that my brother was obviously in love with the girl. And if she made him happy then she made me happy too.

She certainly was a pretty little thing, standing not much taller then me, curvy, with long dark black raven hair and a slightly lighter russet skin tone. Her oval face somewhat angular with dark brown doe eyes that were only overshadowed by full plush lips. She still had a youthfulness to her, not quite what you would call childishness yet still not a woman.

“Ummm...Bella. May I have a drink please?” The quiet tentative voice reminding me of my own shyness.

“Sure, in the ridge there's juice, soda, tea and a few bottles of water”

Taking out the orange juice I pointed out where the cups, plates and silverware were before saying “There's no need to ask Tracy, just make yourself at home”

She thanked me and while drinking the juice took a look around the room before fixating her eyes on the stain glass mural hanging in the window “That's really pretty”

“Thanks, we just bought that when we were in Victoria, right before coming to Forks for graduation”

She nodded and took another drink while I finished wiping off the counter and pulling out half a dozen potatoes. “Can I help you?”

“If you like, the foil is in that cabinet” pointing it out at the same time Seth came into the kitchen “hey Bells, this is a nice house. Can that be my permanent room?”

Typical Seth, staking his claim “I suppose but since it's not my house, maybe you better ask Edward”

As I said the last part my man was coming through the back door and he wondered “Ask Edward what?”

“Seth wants to move in” I laughed and my brother quickly responded “No I don't”

The relief on Edward's face was almost comical as Seth said “All I asked was if that could be my permanent room whenever I come to visit. And Bells said I should ask you, because it's your house. So I'm asking...can it be?”

Edward's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he flashed me a quick glare “I suppose but just so you know my five year old nephew slept in there too”

“Sweeeeet...” drawing out the word “...and that 's ok if the little guy is in there just so he stays out of my stuff, or would it better to keep it on the top shelf in the closet. Then he wouldn't be able to get it ...”

Edward interrupted with the same question I had “What kind of stuff are you talking about?”

“Just a change of clothes, pajamas and a toothbrush, stuff like that...oh and maybe a book or two”

Tracy giggled “You don't read books”

“Yes I do”

“Comic books don't count” she smiled at him playfully wrapping the last potato.

“Hey don't knock them, that's how I got through high school”

“By reading comic books?” I questioned

“Yeah they have this whole series of classic comics, Moby Dick, The Three Musketeers, even that sappy Jane Ere and Withering Heights stuff”

I laughed and corrected him “It's not withering it's Wuthering....Wuthering Heights...”

“Withering, Wuthering...it doesn't really matter, that test was last year and I aced it so what's the problem?”

Edward chuckled “You sound like my brother Emmett, he got by on the cliff notes in high school but college was a different story”

I nodded in agreement “That's right. What are you going to do when the test are more in depth or you're assigned something from Oates...”

“Well if this Oates guy is interesting...” I chuckled at my brothers assumption while he went on “...and writes like a real person, then I will read it. If not...” he put his arm around the girl next to him “...that's what I have Tracy for”

“What?” I practically yelled in disbelief and Seth smirked “That's right, women are only good for two things...”

I couldn't believe my ears and the anger at what my little brother was saying hit me, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction I warned “Don't you dare say it...because I swear to God, I don't care how big you are, I will take you out”

Seth was laughing while poor Tracy was blushing so hard I thought she was going to pop “I knew that would get ya...” he laughed some more “...seriously Tracy is really good with all that 'therefore' and 'what thous' old fashion talk. So we read it together out loud and then she explains it to me.”

Tracy practically beamed at him and the emotion was reflected in Seth's face “The comic books were to give her a break.”

“I don't mind, besides it's kind of fun.” Tracy said with the sweetest voice.

“Yeah...” Seth agreed “Like that one time when we were reading Romeo and Juliet...” Tracy's eyes grew larger but it didn't deter my brother at all “...and you wanted to act out one of the scenes...that was a lot of fun” Glancing over at me he added in all sincerity “I really remember that one”

Poor Tracy was mortified as she kept her eyes plastered to the floor and there was not a chance in hell I was going to inquire anything more. “Oh that reminds me Bells, Tracy has something she wants to talk to you about”

OH God...please don't be about birth control...or sex...or what to do when your a teen mom...or sex.
It turned out to be none of that stuff, Tracy was thinking about majoring in Psychology, with a focus on children.

“I want to work with abused kids” she said with conviction “Some children have to deal with things that are just so awful and I want to help them.”

I admired her intentions and totally understood the reservations when she asked “How do you shut it off? How do you go home and not think about all the horrible stuff you seen?”

That was a really good question and not one I could give a definitive answer for because I hadn't master that yet. “I don't think you ever can, there are days when what I see or hear are so burned into my mind that I can't ever forget. They say you are suppose to leave it at the office but sometimes that's impossible. And I come home, lie in bed and cry, hoping that something I've done had made a difference in their life.”

“But it helps them right?”

Thinking about it I had to answer truthfully “I like to think it does but everyone has to make their own choice”

“My mother says...” she stopped mid sentence so I prompted “What does your mother say?”

Tracy looked down at the floor and I wondered if her embarrassment was because the conversation had to do with my personal life.

“She says you are probably hardened to all the harsh realities of life so you can distance yourself. She thinks I wouldn't be cut out for that kind of work because I've never saw anything bad like that before and she doesn’t think I would be able to handle it. She says I'm too sensitive.” lifting her eyes to meet mine she wondered. “Do you think that's true?”

Edward who had been standing next to me placed his hand on my shoulder and gave a small squeeze of support. Knowing I needed to tread lightly because I didn't want to contradict the girls mother however I also didn't want to deter her from doing what was in her heart either. Figuring the best course of action was to just let time be the deciding factor, I advised her the best I could.

“First thing you need to do is start taking classes, see if the field of Psychology is truly something that interest you. Lots of freshmen begin with a signal goal in mind only to find out once they get into it, that field is not exactly for them. So keep it in the back of of your mind but also experiment with classes to see what you like. If counseling is still something you find interesting, then only you can make the call as to what your going to do with it.”

The last part of her moms concerns were easier to address “Sensitivity is a heartfelt emotion, it means you care about the people or children who you are working with. And if you didn't care about them, what would be the sense in trying to help them? I'm not hardened by...things from my past. If anything I am a whole lot more understanding and I grow emotionally attached to the people I work with, that's just part of who I am as a person. They trust me enough to share the most personal parts of their life and I truly care about what happens to them. The hardest part is not taking the decisions they make as a personal rejection.”

Thinking about my words Tracy quirked her head to the side “You mean when they don’t listen to what you tell them to do?”

“No Tracy, my job is not to tell them what to do. My job is to listen, give a shoulder to cry on and offer them suggestions and options so they can chose the solution that is right for them at the time. Then support them in that decision knowing it is very likely that next week they will probably choose a different course of action and it might not be one I agree with. That's the tricky part, not taking it personally and for me its the hardest thing to overcome.”

“I see” it was all the girl said and I finished the conversation by adding “I think your intentions are very worthy and if you really want to follow that direction I'll help you any way I can”

“Really?” a bright smile lighting up her face “You don’t think I'm just a silly kid with a head full of dreams”

“We all have dreams Tracy, it's what makes life worth living”

“See I told ya” Seth said tightening the hold he had on her shoulder and pulling her closer to him to kiss her head “Bella's the shiz”

Giggling at the complement Edward chuckled “she sure is” and Tracy gave me a meaningful look “Thank you, that's very nice of you” something crossed her face and she blurted out “I wish Leah was more...”

There was no need for her to elaborate and I quickly said “Don't worry about Leah, she's always been overly opinionated and the extra hormones aren’t helping but she means well”

“I don't know why she doesn't like me?” Tracy wondered and Seth quickly assured her “Leah likes you”

Tracy gave him a look that clearly said she didn't believe a word of it and I figured maybe it would be best to just get the whole thing out in the open “Leah's just being a slightly overprotective big sister, she worries that the two of you are too young to make decisions that will effect the rest of your life”

“Like what?” Seth asked and I wasn’t planning on bringing up the whole marriage thing with them but I also was rather curious myself. They were both so young, just graduating from high school, Seth had just turned eighteen and Tracy was reaching that milestone in a few weeks. I had been a child bride and knew the hardships they would face or course part of my bias had to do with my poor choice of husband. Knowing Seth would never treat Tracy in that manner - at least he better not or I would fucking kill him - still didn't give a teenage marriage the seal of approval.

Looking into my brothers curious eyes I told him Leah's fears “She's worried about your plans to get married”

Shock clouded both their faces but it was Tracy who asked “Who's getting married?”

It was my turn to be stumped “Leah said when she was home for mothers day you were asking Seth about getting married”

“What? I don’t want to get married, well, maybe later. For goodness sakes I'm only going to be eighteen next month. I want to go to college, I want to travel, I want to see some place other then Forks Washington. Maybe when I'm old, like around twenty-three or something...I mean come on, what kind of crazy person gets married at eighteen?”

As she said the words her face morphed into an apologetic expression “I didn't mean it like you were crazy... it's just...”

Holding my hand up I waved her off “Don t worry about it Tracy, I'm just glad to hear you have goals for yourself.” Smiling I added “...and I think the ripe old age of twenty-three is a great time to make that decision.”

“Married?” she muttered to Seth “why would she think?”

Realization came to her “Ohhhhhh...I bet she heard us talking about Cheyenne. And I asked if that happened if you would marry me”

Edward was the one who asked “Who is Cheyenne and what happened to her?”

The first part of his question was something I had wondered myself because I couldn’t remember anyone on the reservation with that name, the second part I could guess at.

“Cheyenne's a town girl...” meaning the girl lived in Forks not on the rez, even with that piece of information I was still drawing a blank until Seth expanded “Cheyenne Gerandy...”

“Dr Gerandy's daughter?” Seth nodded and I thought about the old silver haired doctor who gave lollipops to me whenever I needed a shot.

He had to be in his late sixties and created quite the scandal when he married a woman nearly thirty years his junior. He had gone to Vegas for a convention, returning with a pretty blond haired, blue eyed, barely twenty year old wife. This had all happened a few years before I moved there however gossip in a small town is hard to squelch and even after all those years of marriage Mrs Gerandy is still looked upon as a gold digger.

Edward's brain must have started working again as he figured out what was going on and wondered “Who's the father?”

Holding his hands up Seth announced “Not me” while Tracy scowled at him “It better not be you” looking over at Edward and me she kind of grimaced “Brandy”

I gasped – little Brady Fuller, his mother is going to kill him – my thoughts went to all the consequence of two stupid kids being foolish that I barely heard Tracy when she said “At least she says it's Brady's”

“Why would she lie? I mean was Brady with her?”

“Yeah he was” Seth admitted while Tracy made a disgusted face “Cheyenne's kind of...” cutting herself off Seth spoke with no uncertainty “She's a whore”

“Seth” admonishing him with my tone

“What? She is” he insisted while Tracy nodded her head in agreement “She's made her rounds”

“Heck yeah, I think she's done every guy in Forks, In fact...” Seth gave me a pointed look “...she told me she slept with James a few times”

“Excuse me?” my voice loaded with indignation

“I'm only repeating what I was told”

I wanted to clarify “My James...” placing my hand against my chest and beside me I felt Edward stiffen. Realizing the words and tone of my voice could be misinterpreted as a sense of possessiveness I quickly clarified “...I mean not some other James but the twenty-seven year old James?”

At their blank looks I had to know “How old is Cheyenne?”

That's what was really bothering me, first he rapes poor fourteen year old Karen and now...

“She'll be a junior next year”

My stomach rolled and I was practically hyperventilating as I asked “Sixteen? The girl is sixteen? What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“She wanted to” Seth quickly replied

She wanted too?

I was still trying to come to terms with that idea when I was completely blindsided by Seth's next statement. “She said she was with him almost everyday for like two months. He would always be bareback and would keep her there for a while afterward so she couldn't wash the spunk out so she'd get knocked up.”

She was gong to let him knock her up?

“Don't you people know about birth control and condoms?”

“Of course we do” Seth rolled his eyes at me and announced “Condoms suck”

“Not as much as a baby” I assured him “Or catching something worse”

“Nobody's going to catch anything”

Seth ignorance was worrisome, what's the sense of teaching sexual health in the school when no one is listening?

“I hope you still feel that way when your dick falls off”

“Hey, don’t worry about nessie...”

“Nessie?” It was a stupid of me to ask but at the moment I truly didn't understand, then I wished I had kept my mouth shut.

“Yeah” Seth waved his fingers in front of his crouch “The Lock Nest monster”

I groaned “Oh My God”

Was this an appropriate conversation to have with your little brother?

Poor Tracy was embarrassed beyond belief and I was glad Seth didn't linger on the virtues of his penis “Besides we weren’t talking about me, we were talking about Cheyenne. And I don’t know what she does because I wouldn’t touch Parkay”

You think I would have learned from the last inquiry but no I just had to ask “Parkay?”

“Yeah, you know like the spread and believe me that toe-Tae spreads it all over the place”

“That's horrible” my outraged lost some of its luster at hearing Seth snicker., giving him my 'I'm totally appauled' look he shrugged “What? It's funny”

“It's not funny” Even if it was true tthat she was a girl of low morals it was still wrong to be calling a someone a derogatory name that she'd carry for the rest of her life. In twenty years she could be a bio-chemist who discovers the cure for cancer and to the people at home she would still only be 'Parkay.'

“So this girl is willingly sleeping with James for a few months?” To anyone else Edward's question would have sounded perfectly routine. However I heard the slight edge in his voice that made me wonder what he was thinking.

Tracy nodded “Yeah he didn't force her, she was willing enough and then she said it got really weird.”

“Weird how?” Edward wondered

Tracy shrugged “He would only ever ...do it...in the front room and she said it felt like they were being watched. Then after a few months when she wasn't pregnant he got kind of mean, then just stopped seeing her.”

Again Edward questioned “Mean how?”

“She said he would call her all kinds of names and he said since she was only good for fucking...” the girl winced on the word “...and not breeding...then that’s what he would do. So he would...” she shrugged “...you know...do...” clearly uncomfortable Tracy said shyly “...other stuff”

Seth had no such embarrassment “He did her up the ass”

A strangled cry of revulsion came from my throat as I thought about the devastation that poor girl was put through. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“Cheyenne asked for it Bells. I told you she went there on her ow, it's not like he raped her”

“Yes he did! He's a grown man preying on young girls and trying to force her to get pregnant” a thought occurred to me “Wait...is it Brady's baby?”

“She says it is...but if I was him, I'd make her prove it first” Seth said callously

Shaking my head in disbelief I murmured “Unbelievable”then another thought occurred to me “Did Cheyenne say anything about there being other girls that James has been with?”

Both of the shook their head but it was Tracy who spoke “No...she didn't say”

“And how long ago did all this happen?”

“Not long, that's why I told Brady to make sure it's his”

Letting the subject drop I thought about what Seth had said and wondered why James was trying to impregnate another teenage girl. If he wants a child why not go to Victoria after all his own mother said they were thinking about starting a family. Giving Edward a meaningful look I could see his own questions forming in his head, however it wasn't the time or place to try and decipher the meaning of it all.

At that moment I just couldn’t think about it, I didn't want anything that had to do with James to ruin the weekend. So putting a smile on my face I pushed all thoughts of James, Karen and anything else that had to do with them to the back of my mind to revisit when I had the time to devote my full attention to it.

Edward gave me his own halfhearted grin and kissed my head “We'll talk about it later”

“Thank you” I knew he was more of an 'at the moment' kind of guy but at that moment I had a houseful of people and Leah's shower to contend with.

The door bell ringing announced the arrive of our other guest. Quil and Claire had a bit more stuff then Seth did. It took all three men two trips to retrieve everything from the car. Rather then carry the big heavy shower gifts upstairs I told the men to just put them in the dinning room. It would be easier to load them in the morning and besides the room was already filled with shower stuff.

Claire had brought two bowls of food for the shower and a smaller bowl for me which I needed to make room in the refrigerator for. Once they were settled I turned on the oven to start the potatoes and pulled the casserole from Tracy's mom out so I could heat it up. I was going to make corn on the cob however it would be considered rude to not serve the dish someone brought. Claire's contribution was a bowl of Apple Cole Slaw which would go great with dinner and meant I had nothing else to prepare.

Everyone conjugated around the kitchen table, the adults drinking a beer and the kids had a soda while we talked about nothing of any consequence. I had already shown Claire the fairy gardens and favors we had made and she commented on how pretty they were. So while we spoke about the plans for the next day, setting times and making arrangements to get everything to Leah's she once again brought it up.

“How did you come up with the idea for a fairy garden?”

I shook my head “It wasn't me, Dougie...”

“Who's Dougie”

Edward answered Claire's question “He's Bella's new best friend”

Claire quirked her eye at me while Edward took his phone out and everyone laughed at the pictures of Dougie jumping Emery

Quil roared with laughter “Holy Shit!” turning the phone back to Edward he said “You got to send me this one”

I laughed harder at the expression on Emery's face as Dougie snuggled his cheek contently against him with a big shit-eating-grin.

“You got it” Edward laughed and let Quil forward the picture before handing the phone back.

“So who is Dougie, do you know him from work?”

“No” I said shaking my head at Claire “I met him...well...ummm...” not sure exactly what to say I was glad when Edward did.

“Douglas is the partner of a friend”

“Partner?” Seth questioned “Like as in...he's gay?”

Quil laughed “Have you seen those pictures? Does that little guy look straight to you? I mean come on that guys as queer as they come”

“Hey, hey, hey...don't be talking about my Dougie”

Quil chuckled and I went on to explain how the whole theme of the shower was his idea, how he helped with getting everything together and the whole cake fiasco. “So yeah...he's my Dougie”

Edward gave me a sidewards glance “He's going to be a dead Dougie if he calls here that early again”

Biting my lip I quickly changed the subject into something less incriminating, at least that's what I thought. “So what do you want to do tonight?”

Seth and Tracy already had plans to met up with the other kids at Kim's house and they were going to an under twenty-one dance club. So that left just the four of us and at my question Claire's eyes lit up.

“Well momma got a new pair of red high heels and she would like to go dancing ...sooo...”

Bracing myself I knew what was coming

“...I was hoping we could go to New Moon?”

“Ummm...I dont know about that"

“Why not?”
Before I could begin to voice my concerns about the collison of my two worlds or get Edward's opinion on the idea Claire eyed me “We're all adults”

Glancing at Edward I was hoping he'd come to my aide however all I got was silence so I pressed on “Well, it can get kind of...wild...” that was a good word “there sometimes”

“We've seen some pretty raunchy things stuff, when we were in the Bahamas there was a pajama dance part that got pretty nasty. I mean this girl was practically humping the guy on the dance floor while he held her hair and pumped himself against her ass."

I suppose to Claire that was nasty and maybe three months ago it would have shocked me to, but after all I've seen and experienced a little dirty dancing was like watching a Disney movie – strickly PG. If they wanted to go to New Moon then they had to know this was not Sleeping Beauty it was more like the Mad Hatters Tea Party.

Tilting my head I asked "Were they naked?"

"No...of course no..." stopping mid sentence Claire inclined herself towards me "They're naked?"

My eyes widened as I gave her an expression that clearly said 'dah' while Seth gave us his words of wisdom "Only upstairs, down stairs everyone is required to be fully dressed"

My eyes sifted to him for a moment before going back to my friend “That's right, upstairs but even downstairs everyone is dressed but things go on there”

Submissive's standing in corners, kneeling on the floor beside their Doms, titles being thrown around, protocols being observed, games filled with sexual overtures being played. All those thing just might be rather shocking to my friends.

“I...we...” Claire said taking Quil's hand “..would really like to go”

“I want to go too” Seth whined while Tracy wondered “What's New Moon?”

Seth proceeded to explain more about the club then I knew, from it's opening date, to it's membership rules. Dress codes, alcohol intake restrictions, what occurs on each floor and by the time he started explaining there was no penetration permitted I had reached my own limit.

"How do you know this shit?" I wondered

"I told you, I wanted to go there and I figured the ore I knew about the place the better my chances where for getting in. Of course that was before I knew my wonderful, loving sister was a member"

"I'm not a member and stop trying to butter me up, because I'm not taking you"

Seth huffed then smiled at Edward "That's Ok...who needs you, I got Edward now and he'll take me for my twenty-first birthday present"

I glared at my brother while Edward chuckled “Sorry dude, but I dont like sleeping alone on the couch so you fight this out with Bella. Just remember you have three years to wear her down so we'll see what happens when the time comes"

Oh Hell NO!
"I don't think so" I said with finality

Seth looked rather smug "You cant stop me, even if Edward doesn't take me, i'll go on open door night and join myself"

"So are we going or not?" Quil wondered and I looked to Edward hoping he would be the voice of reason. Waiting with bated breath Edward gave me a small smile then replied to our friends with an agreeable nod.

"We can go, as long as you are both agreeable to certain conditions"

"What conditions?" they both said at the same time.

Glancing over at my brother Edward gave a slight smile "How about we talk about it after dinner"

"Oh I see how it is" Seth complained "What you really mean is after the children leave"

The smile remained as Edward answered "Frankly...yes, but I'll make a deal with you. When your old enough and Bella is agreeable, I'll give you the same conditions"

"Alright!" Seth fist pumped the air while i scowled.

Taking friends was one thing, my little brother was something altogether different yet something told me when the time came he'd be accompanying us to the club. And it was at that exact moment Leah's face popped into my head.

And she wasn't happy.