Summary: Stepsiblings Emmett & Bella have fought an attraction for years, but one game of "I Never" compels them to act. Emmett's best friend Edward gets involved, and life gets a little more interesting. There are Emmett/Bella lemons, Edward/Bella lemons, and Emmett/Bella/Edward lemons in this story. For those hardcore Edward/Bella fans, ultimately, it is an Edward/Bella HEA. In the first nine chapters, the main story, there is no erotic Emmett/Edward touching of any sort. That...is saved for the outtake at the end. ;)

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Chapter 1

I was eleven the first time my brother and I exchanged secret touches under the blanket. That sounded sordid, even in my head, but it really wasn't. Emmett and I weren't blood related. My dad had married his mom, Penny, right after I turned one. Emmett was only three months older than I was, so we'd always been close—especially after his mother died when we were three—but that night, in the bedroom of my grandmother's house, we'd turned some new corner in our relationship.

It began innocently enough, with a child's question about how our bodies were different. Our father, Charlie—by that point, Charlie was Emmett's father in every way but blood—had sent us to stay with Grandma Swan for a couple of weeks for vacation. It was a particularly hot summer, so I'd gone to bed in just my panties and a small T-shirt, but before I could fall asleep, I'd even shed the shirt, too hot under the sheets with no air conditioning in the house. Emmett had done the same thing, so when we fell asleep, we were both mostly naked.

At some point during the night, I'd woken up on my side, with my back to Emmett's chest and his erection poking at me from behind. Of course, it wasn't very big—because at eleven, he wasn't very big—but I could still feel it, this weird hardness against my soft flesh. I'd woken him up, asking what he'd brought into bed that was poking my bottom. In embarrassment, he'd turned away, not answering my question. It wasn't until I'd shaken him and peppered him with questions that he'd turned back and moved the sheet. With the help of the moon's light shining through the window, I'd seen the small bulge in his underwear. He'd explained that sometimes, his wiener got hard, that was all.

I'd been fascinated, since I didn't have one of those and what I did have didn't do that. I'd asked if I could feel it, and after a short time of waiting, he'd finally said okay. I hadn't even gone under his clothes, just touched it and held it through the fabric, but that had been enough for Emmett, and he'd made a mess of himself. I'd then wondered aloud if that was something I could do too. I'd asked if he would touch me so I could try it, because he'd said it had felt good and I'd wanted to feel good.

At first, his touch was light, over my panties, but that hadn't been enough for me. I'd begged him to put his hand in my panties and touch me, that maybe it would feel good that way. He'd agreed eagerly, sliding his hand under the elastic waist and down until he could reach my smooth skin. I'd barely had any hair down there at eleven—and even now, at eighteen, I didn't have much. Emmett had fumbled roughly with my lower lips, unsure of how to touch me, and at that point, I hadn't known much more than he did. I'd never really touched myself that way before, so I hadn't been able to give him instructions. Eventually, I'd had enough, unsure of what the big deal was, and that was that.

Nothing else happened until the summer before we turned fourteen. We'd gone with some of our father's work buddies to the lake, and when we got home, Emmett and I had both had to shower off. He'd claimed the bathroom first, so I'd had to wait. While he was in the shower, I'd suddenly had to pee, and there'd been no way I was going to be able to hold it until he got out. I'd told him to close his eyes, and then I'd barged in, pulled off my swimsuit, and used the toilet, keeping my eyes down so I didn't look at the shower. We'd only had a clear shower curtain back then, so I'd known if I looked up, I'd have seen him. When I finished, I'd wiped and stood up, and that's when I'd accidentally caught Emmett staring wide-eyed at me.

He'd been embarrassed, and I'd tried to laugh it off, saying that now that he'd seen me naked, didn't he think it fair that I got to see him. I'd half expected him to just tell me to get out; instead, he'd whipped the shower curtain back, and there he'd stood, in all his glory. He'd changed so much in the three years since that night at our grandmother's house. His penis had been longer, thicker than I'd remembered, and by then, I could actually see it as it poked out away from his body, hard and a slightly darker color than the rest of him.

I'd watched as he'd reached down and touched himself, his eyes focused on my breasts, which I'd finally developed just before that summer. Before I could move or say anything, Emmett had grunted and come all over his hand and the shower wall. I'd turned around and run out of the bathroom to the safety of my bed. As I'd lain in my bed, I'd begun to remember the sight of Emmett's hand on his penis, and my hand had drifted down to my privates. I'd touched myself until I had my first orgasm that afternoon, thinking of my brother coming as he looked at my naked body.

Since then, I'd fucked myself many times—with my fingers and even a vibrator my friend Alice and I had bought—while thinking of Emmett. He'd hit a growth spurt just before he turned sixteen, and he was now bigger than my dad—his birth father had apparently been almost six and a half feet tall and built like a wrestler. Most of my fantasies were imagining that all of him was bigger and how his penis would look if I saw him in the shower again.

Shaking my head to get rid of my inner musings, I reached for my T-shirt and boy-short panties that I normally wore to bed. My dad was working an overnight shift, and I'd just gotten home from a really disappointing date with a guy from school. Mike was a nice guy, but there was just no chemistry on my part. He'd tried to kiss me and feel my boob when he brought me home, but Emmett had opened the door and scared the fuck out of him, and he'd turned tail and run. I had stomped upstairs, throwing a hello to Emmett's best friend, Edward—who I'd had a crush on since I'd discovered boy didn't have cooties—as I passed the living room. When I'd gotten upstairs, I'd jumped in the shower, wanting to get the feel of Mike's clumsy hands off me and get comfortable for bed later.

I thought about going to sleep, but I wasn't really tired. Alice was out with her boyfriend, Jasper, so I couldn't call her. Instead, I decided to just go downstairs and hang out with the guys. Edward had mentioned something about bringing over something from his dad's liquor cabinet, so maybe I could get a drink while I was down there.

Pulling my shirt down so it was covering my ass, I made it downstairs and into the living room before the guys noticed me.

"Hey, did you bring anything over?" I asked Edward.

"There's some vodka and beers over here," he said, giving me a wink as he motioned with his elbow to the table by his end of the couch. "But take it easy, Bells. You know you're a lightweight."

Flipping him off, I grabbed the vodka and took a swig straight from the bottle before settling down on the floor with my knees drawn up to watch the guys battle it out over some stupid fighting game.

"Didn't have a good date, huh?" Edward asked a few minutes later when they took a break. He grabbed the vodka from beside me and took a drink before handing it back to me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Nope," I agreed, looking back at him. "He was all hands, and his hands weren't the ones I wanted tonight." I shrugged.

Edward raised an eyebrow, grinning, before turning his attention back to the game.

A few minutes later, Emmett tossed his controller down in disgust. "Dammit, that's enough. I'm getting my ass kicked. Bella, hand me the vodka. I'm not buzzed nearly enough."

I spun around, watching them each take a drink. "I've got an idea," I said, grinning as I took the bottle from Emmett. "Let's play I've Never."

Alice and I had played that one time on a sleepover, but I had a feeling that with Edward and Emmett, it would be a lot more fun.

The guys shrugged, so I hopped up and went to the kitchen for glasses. We could've just passed the bottle, but that would take a lot more time and wouldn't be as easy. I sat back down in front of the guys, pouring them each a glass and then a third for me.

"I'll go first since it was my idea." I thought for a moment before coming up with something easy. "I've never gotten a speeding ticket."

They both rolled their eyes and sipped from their drinks.

"Too easy, Bella," Emmett grumbled. "I'll go next. I've never...had anal sex."

Edward burst out laughing, but both their eyes widened when I raised my glass and took a drink.

"Shut up. It was earlier this year with Tyler. The boy has a pencil dick, so I barely felt it."

Edward shook his head, chuckling. "Damn, Bella. I'd never have guessed you were freaky like that."

If he only knew...

"Okay, my turn," he said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling in thought. "I've never lied about my age to get laid."

Emmett and I both took a drink, smirking when Edward laughed.

"My turn." I thought for a moment about what to say. "I've never...kissed someone of the same sex."

When they both raised their glasses to their lips, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

"What? When?" I gasped. "Who?"

"It was a dare, dammit," Emmett growled, looking at Edward and then away.

"Yeah, but you were so good, baby." Edward puckered his lips and blew Emmett a kiss, making us all laugh.

Holy shit, that thought was hot. My crush and my brother? Fuck...

Thirty minutes later, we'd all refilled our glasses once, and we were more than pleasantly buzzed.

"My turn," Edward said, swirling the contents of his cup in his hand. "Sadly, I've never...gotten a blow job in front of anyone before."

Emmett immediately took a drink and then looked down at me before looking over at Edward. "You, uh, could...ya know, if you wanted to."

It took a moment for what he was suggesting to register in my head. My brother had basically just told Edward that I would give him a blow job while he watched.

Edward looked shocked and then turned to me, curiosity and...something else I couldn't define in his eyes.

Figuring what the hell, I set my glass down out of the way and got to my knees, moving between Edward's legs. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly pulled his boxers down over his cock, which was long and straight and hard as steel. When I wrapped my hand around him, he groaned, throwing his head back to the couch and closing his eyes.

"Fuck, Bella," he hissed as I leaned down and licked the underside of his cock from balls to tip.

When I slowly slid him into my mouth, there was a groan from Emmett, pulling my eyes over to him. He was staring slack-jawed at me as I worked Edward's cock with my hand and mouth. I could see the tent in his boxers and knew he was as turned on as I was. Just the thought of it made me squeeze my legs together, needing some friction on my pussy.

I met Emmett's gaze and held it for a moment before turning my attention back to Edward. He'd moved his hand to rest on the back of my head—not pushing, but guiding me gently as I bobbed up and down his shaft. Moving my hand, I let myself sink down until my nose was buried in the hair at his base, swallowing around him.

"Holy fuck!" he cried, gripping my hair tightly.

I hummed around him as I moved back to the tip, curling my fingers around him again and beginning to stroke in time to my bobs.

When I looked over at Emmett again, he was still watching me, his breathing heavy, only this time, he had his own cock out and was stroking it in time to my movements on Edward. Emmett was thicker than Edward, although not quite as long. And while Edward's was mostly the same color as the rest of his skin, with just a slightly darker head, Emmett's cock was a few shades darker, and the head was nearly plum colored. I could also see the drops of pre-cum beading at the tip as he stroked himself.

Without overthinking it, I knew I had to touch him. As I continued sucking and stroking Edward, I reached my other hand out and covered Emmett's, stilling his movements. He froze, but after a moment of eye contact, he moved his hand to his balls, tugging on them as I began to stroke his cock.

Edward must have noticed what I was doing, because he groaned and his hips bucked, nearly gagging me when he sent his cock deeper into my throat for a moment. "Fuck, that's hot," he growled. "Suck me harder, baby. I'm gonna come."

I looked back at Edward as I squeezed him tighter in my fist, scraping my teeth gently against the underside of his head.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Edward shouted, and then I felt his cock throb in my hand just before his cum shot out of him in hard pulses.

I swallowed everything he gave me, but when I finally pulled away, my hand squeezing one last time, one more spurt came shooting out, hitting my chin and dribbling to my shirt.

Emmett's voice was a touch higher and breathy as he gasped, "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come. Move, Bella."

No way in fucking hell.

Instead of moving, I squeezed his cock and sped up my strokes, and within a minute, his cum was almost exploding from him, covering my hand and spattering my wrist.

As soon as he was still, the room was dead silent, aside from heavy breathing from all three of us. Edward was looking between the two of us, his eyes wide, but intrigued. Emmett refused to look me in the eye, and I was suddenly, acutely, embarrassed.

Wiping my hands on my shirt, I jumped to my feet and raced up the stairs to my room. I was so fucking turned on that I knew I'd have to pull out my toy before trying to sleep, but for now, I just knew I had to get away from Emmett before he blamed me and told me that I was a disgusting whore for touching him the way I had.

Changing into a new shirt, I slid under the sheet on my bed, and a few minutes later, I heard the front door close as Edward left. Not long after, Emmett came up the stairs, and from the creaking sound, I knew he'd stopped just outside my door. I waited to see if he would knock or come in, but after a couple of minutes, I heard him walking away, and then his door clicked shut.