Author's Note: Hey everybody. This is my first story and all that jazz. It would be really helpful and thoughtful if you review as I am a new writer. If you did not like the summary, I would ask you not to read the story. Yes, there will be incest, there will be lemons. No, there's nothing wrong with my head. This is just a plot which came to me when I was tired of reading all the traditional E/B stories.

Please no hate. This is the first chapter. I promise it will get better. The story is just starting. Now, without further delay….

Chapter 1

"Isabella Marie! I told you half an hour to close your computer and come down. They are going to arrive in five minutes."

Yes mom.

I sighed. My extended family was going to arrive today. My mother's brother, my uncle, my aunt and their son, who was the same age as me.

I had never seen him before as he was in some pricey private boarding school. This would be the first time I would meet him. He probably would be like the other boys, cocky, over-confident and a jerk. I did not want any boy in my home, my sanctuary.

"Isabella Swan. If you don't come down now, your laptop will be seized for an indefinite amount of time."

Jeez, what am I, ten?

"Coming mom. Just tying my hair", I yelled back.

Quickly saving my work, I shut down my laptop. I looked into the mirror. My brown strands were tied in a low pony tail. I was wearing white shorts and a red v-neck top. Comfortable. Just the way I like it. Comfort over style.

I ran down the stairs taking two steps at a time, revelling in my newfound equilibrium. After taking up yoga, my body had become toned and I was actually able to stay on my feet for more than two minutes.

Peering into the living room, I saw my parents sitting on the couch, talking softy.

"Hey mom,dad"

They looked up to see me sit down on the armchair. It was my favourite chair. The cushion was so comfortable, just right….sigh.

"Bella, what are you wearing? Couldn't you find something more covered? These shorts are showing your thighs"

Ah, my dad. Always the over-protective one.

"Dad, calm down. It's just Uncle Carlisle and Aunt Esme. You know they wouldn't mind. And it's hot. I don't want to faint due to overheating or anything." It was true. It was very hot today. And they wouldn't mind me wearing this attire. Hell, my aunt bought me some bikinis in her last visit. My aunt and uncle may possibly be the coolest parents ever. They were so laid-back and fun. My cousin was a lucky son of a bitch.

"Charlie, let it be. Bella is right. They are family. Not guests for whom we have to dress up"

I could see the fight leave my dad.

Yay, score for me. Thanks, mom.

"But –"

He was interrupted by the doorbell.

Saved by the bell. So cliché.

Mom and dad hurried to the doorway whereas I followed behind at a leisurely pace.

I heard my aunt and uncle's voice and my parents greeting the corner, I saw them hugging my parents.

Aunt Esme noticed me first. "Bella, sweetheart, you are growing more beautiful each time I see you."She hugged me in her comforting arms.

"Hello Aunt Esme. Did you have a nice trip?", I asked hugging her back, inhaling her familiar comforting smell.

"Yes, sweetheart, it was nice, but tiring. How is your school going?"

"Esme, dear, don't hog her now. Let her uncle also greet his niece", Uncle Carlisle said, pulling me from Aunt Esme's arms and enveloping me in his.

"Esme is right, sweetheart, you grow more beautiful each day. You tell me if there is any boy troubling you and I will set him right."

Dear Lord, uncle and father were alike in more ways than one.

"Esme, where's your son?", mom asked.

It was then I noticed my cousin was not here. Maybe he did not come home from school? One could hope.

"He stopped on the way to buy ice-cream from the store we saw on our way here. He will be arriving soon."

We started walking to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Oh, so you came by separate cars?", dad enquired while leaning back on the couch.

"Yes, he insisted on giving Carlisle and me some alone time. Silly boy. Dosen't know we wouldn't mind if he came with us. We would be just as happy", Aunt Esme laughed fondly.

Hmm. Seemed like my cousin wasn't a total jerk. Maybe we would get along.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Your son must be here", dad murmured, getting up to open the door.

"Leave it, dad. I am going." Saying so, I went to get the door.

Time to meet my cousin.

Plastering a fake happy smile on my face, I swung the door open… and had to hold onto the door to keep from falling.

The person standing in front of me did not look like an eighteen year old boy, no, he was all man. His hair was an odd but mesmerizing colour of bronze. Thick long eyelashes, a sharp nose, high cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing emerald, making me feel as if he could see inside me. Pink lips, making me wonder if they were as smooth as they looked. I trailed my gaze to his impressive shoulders. Man, he was all man. There was no boyish fat, no thin legs or chubby cheeks. No, in front of me stood a Greek Adonis, a Roman God, visiting a mere mortal.

"Bella? Did you get the door?", my mom's voice jerked me out of my thoughts.

Oh God! What was I thinking. This is my cousin. Oh no, no, no, I can't think about him like that. Good Lord.

Stop now, Bella. Fix it.

I looked him in the eyes and held out my hand.

"Hi, I am Bella." God, could I sound any more like a dork?

I could not read the expression on his face. He looked amused and….something else. Hungry?

He raised his hand.

Warm, long fingers enveloped my hand in his big one. Spark. A shock. A pleasurable burn. I gasped. Maybe it was the static?

"Hello Bella, I am Edward, your cousin. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Slowly, he pulled my hand to his lips. A soft kiss.A burn.

I gasped again.

Clenched my thighs. No, this could not be happening to me.

He looked up at me, still holding my hand to his lips. Something wet, touched my hand, the spot where his lips rested. Was that….was that his tongue?

I should be disgusted. I should snatch my hand away. I should slap him. I should...not be wet. I should not want to kiss him. I should not want him to take me against the wall.

"Beautiful", he whispered so low that I almost did not hear him. His breath hit my skin, making goosebumps rise on that surface of my skin, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my knuckles.

I was fucked.

A/N: Please review. Any advice? Any constructive criticism? Let me hear your opinion. It would mean the world to me.

Until next time,

Dream.