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6/4/2019

Episode: Forty-three: Sydney

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Episode Forty-three: Sydney

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

The private jet we were flying to Australian in was nicer than any of the others we had taken before. This one actually had a bedroom in the back of it. Thank God for that.

"You don't look happy," Seth said to me as we made our ways up the stairs. All of our luggage was already on the plane, including the massive bag of throws from the Mardi Gras parade just a few days before. Edward also had an enormous full suitcase filled with gifts for his family. It probably weighed two hundred pounds on its own. I felt too weak to even carry my sad little backpack, which was resting on Edward's shoulder.

“Her stomach is upset again.” He rubbed my back softly.

"It's fine. It's just uncomfortable. I think the jetlag is just starting to get to me," I mumbled as I flopped down into one of the seats. I burped loudly as I did, and I grimaced. "I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Jesus."

“Do you have any medicine?” Tyler asked, looking through his shoulder bag. “I have Pepto, Rolaids, motion sickness pills, and some Imodium. Would any of that help?”

“I took some Pepto before we left the house. I have more with me to take in a little while.” I held my cramping stomach.

"We can take a nap once we take off," Edward reassured me with worry in his tone. I nodded, and he pouted out his bottom lip at me. I reached forward, gingerly flicking it and earning a smile from him.

I ended up sleeping through the entire flight, only waking up to take more medicine and go to the bathroom. Edward had to wake me up for landing so I could buckle up.

The international timeline was a fascinating and confusing thing. I wasn’t sure if we were gaining or losing a day. Thankfully Edward was there to keep track of everything.

We weren't going to meet his family that day since we were going to be so tired from traveling. We were staying on a beautiful private beach with several other nice cabins spread wide apart with large rocks dividing them. Edward and I would be in one and Seth, and Tyler would be in the other a few hundred yards from us. You couldn't even see it from ours.

It took a while to get from the airport to the places where we were staying. The boys were hungry, so we stopped for food first. Edward had me eat some toast and tea. By the time we got to the cabin, I was too exhausted to appreciate its beauty. While Edward went to the bathroom, I crawled back in bed and fell back asleep before he even got out.
“Bells, love,” he whispered in my ear. I had no idea how long I had been asleep. The room was only lit by the bathroom light. It had been just after dawn when we arrived. “I need you to wake up so you can drink something at least.”

“What?” I mumbled as I put my hand on my forehead, running my fingers through my greasy hair. “Ugh, gross.”

“Come on. Drink some water. You've been asleep for almost twelve hours now.” I couldn’t really see him, just hear his worried voice. It took several seconds for it to click in my brain.

“Oh, shit.” I sat up slowly. “I'm sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? You're sick.” He handed me a bottle of water. “How is your stomach?”

“I'm hungry,” I admitted quietly.

“I can imagine so. You've only had a single slice of toast since lunch yesterday. Or the day before. Whenever. You know what I mean,” he sighed.

“Yeah,” I smiled limply.

"We'll order you some dinner, and you can bathe if you want to," he offered, brushing his hand over my shoulder tenderly.

I nodded in agreement, my head aching.

I ordered some chicken soup and grilled cheese. While we waited for it to be delivered, I went to take a shower to wash the thick sticky layer of sweat off of my body. I felt so disgusting, but my stomach seemed to be back to normal besides being very hangry.

Edward had slept for a while in the some in the early morning after we arrived but had been awake for a few hours. He had gotten a lot of writing done the past couple of days on the flight and watching over me. I had yet to edit any pictures of our New Orleans trip, and it was annoying me. I couldn't focus on anything for long enough to do anything.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt much better. It took a moment to register the gorgeous view I was waking up to. The lovely beach was golden kissed by the sun as the ocean waves gently lapped at the sandy shore. Craggy brown and red rocks lined either side of the beach, closing it off from the rest of the world.

I knew Edward was awake behind me without looking. His hand was gently tracing slow, mindless shapes on my hip. I took his hand and tugged it upward so I could kiss it lightly. I pressed it fully against my beating heart with my own on top of his. He sighed in contentment, pressing his face into my hair and taking a deep breath. He loved the scent of my shampoo so much.

Without a word, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist so I could kiss him. He was surprised but took my face in his hands so he could return the affection fully. I pulled my nightgown off and threw it to the floor. I needed to feel him. He didn’t mind in the least, hungrily taking in the view with his expressive green eyes.

He sat up so he could kiss my chest, his hands on the small of my back as he held me up. My head fell back, my nails dragging over his scalp. I loved feeling his soft hair between my fingers.

“Eddie,” I moaned his name breathlessly as his hands slid down the back of my thighs.

“I love when you say my name,” he told me hotly before he took my nipple into his mouth. He drew his teeth over it, pinching it until it was completely hard.

“Oh, fuck, Edward,” I gasped, my body rocking back with the sensation. I could feel the tips of my long hair brush along my ass as it rested on my heels.

Suddenly I was on my back, and he was on top of me, making me giggle in surprise. He grinned proudly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed for several moments, grinding into each other like teenagers. We couldn't wiggle out of our underwear fast enough.

"Fuck me," I begged him quietly as I solidly wrapped my legs around his waist. He slipped inside of me effortlessly. We didn't need a lot of foreplay. His hands were resting on either side of my head, gripping the pillow in his tight fists.

“Say my name,” he commanded down at me. I like where this was going.

I smiled a little to myself, wanting to see how naughty I could be and how far it would get me. “Eddie,” I said in the barest whisper, letting it fall from my lips slowly. It got the exact reaction I wanted. I pressed himself in faster and harder, his stomach clenched tight with the effort.

“Louder,” he said between his teeth, hitting somewhere deep inside of me as he did. He felt it too, the tightening around him. He took his big hand and slid it over the outside of my thigh to my ass.

“Eddie, please...” I pleaded just a little bit louder.

His breathing was becoming ragged, and his voice strained. "Louder.”

I writhed underneath him, “Edward...” I whined as my spine arched upwards.

He pulled out of me suddenly, and I made a noise of complaint. "I know something that will make you louder," he told me as he reached over to the bedside table and pulled out one of the toys we had brought with us that he must have already unpacked.

He resettled between my legs on his knees and yanked me roughly upwards back onto him. I half laughed in joy, half moaned as I wrapped my hands around the wooden headboard. Edward didn't move, but instead, put the toy on my clit and turned it on.

"Oh, God..." I drew out loudly as my fingers tightened around the grates. When he started to move his pace was fast and hard, sudden and shocking. I arched almost entirely off the bed as an orgasm ripped through me. "Edward!"

“That's right,” he said through his teeth. “Like that.”

I moaned his name over and over again, louder and louder as he turned up the toy to higher and higher settings. I was practically screaming it before he finally came inside of me, my own hands squeezing my own breast so hard that I probably left fingerprint bruises. There were several of Edward's hickeys already on them. I fell back against the mattress, feeling fantastic and totally satisfied.

Then I heard the front door slam open and someone shouting loudly.

“Oh, Christ,” Edward shouted in surprise. I was out of the bed and in the bathroom with a surprising amount of speed. “Fuck! Where are my trousers?” I heard him mumble as he rifled through the blankets and sheets.

I heard the female voice shout once again. It sounded like she was saying, Tony. And they were mad. What the hell was going on? It would have been one thing if it were Seth or Tyler, but it certainly was not.

I heard the bedroom door open and close before I heard someone yelling again. It was mainly Edward, though I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I wrapped myself in a towel after I washed my hands. All my clothes were in the bedroom, and I wasn't sure if I could go out to get them. I was actually a little scared.

There was female yelling, Edward, then another man's voice. After a few minutes, there was a quiet knock at the bathroom door.

“So, my parents are here.” Edward popped his head inside, his whole face red as a tomato. Even his ears were scarlet.

“Oh no,” I said quietly. “You gave them a key?” When had he even seen them?

“No, I did not,” he mumbled angrily. There was practically steam coming from his ears he was fuming so.

“I need to shower before I meet your parents,” I told him honestly. I could not go out and meet his mother and father for the first time with his cum still dripping down my thighs.

“Good. Yes. Do that. Take your damn time. Impatient insane woman. You know, in fact, I'll join you.” He shoved his pants down forcefully and walked over to the shower to turn it on for us. “I could punch someone right now. We had a time set for a reason. Christ, she always just has to control the situation.”

“I'm sorry.” I rubbed his back, feeling relieved it was just his family.

“Talk about a buzzkill,” he said with a shaky tired voice.

We took a quick shower. I still looked sick, so I put on some quick makeup so that I didn't seem so pale. Edward took his time about everything. I told him to go ahead if he wanted, but he decided to wait for me instead. He laid in the bed and stared at the ceiling as he waited for me silently. He was still fuming. His parents were waiting for us quietly on the couch when we finally came out

“I hate your facial hair,” his mother, a tall severe-looking woman, said as soon as we came into the room. I trailed behind my boyfriend, hidden from her sight behind his massive height. She was dark tan that was a mix of the sun and a spray tan and shockingly bottle black hair. She was sitting beside a man who looked almost like a chubbier Edward on the couch. Older and perhaps a bit shorter but his hair was a pale dyed blond.

"Well, then you don't have to grow any of your own, Mother," Edward told her smoothly as he went towards the kitchen. "Darling, would you like some coffee?" He asked me in a forced, cheerful tone.

"Yes, please," his mother answered before I could. She still hadn't seen me. She was too busy clutching her purse and looking angrily ahead. She held her jaw tight, and it made her look like a gargoyle, stone still on the sofa.

“I was talking to Isabella,” he snapped at the woman. “Intruders don't get coffee.”

“Oh no,” I said quietly before forcing a smile to my lips. This was already terrible. “Hello. Nice to finally meet you both.”

"No, it's not. It would have been nice at dinner in a few hours. This is breaking and entering, and you put people into prison for it," Edward ranted angrily from the kitchen, leaving the door open so he could hear what was going on as he started the kettle. He was madder than I had ever seen him before and he was ready to spit fire.

“I didn't break in,” she said indignantly.

I already hate how this is going. Just so much. It’s all that I could think in my fuzzy brain.

Edward popped out of the kitchen, his hands up in the air. “You threatened the property owner to get the bloody key! You daft cow. That's another damn charge.”

“Please, let's not do this,” Edward's father said with a sigh. “I told you he wouldn't be happy, Esme.”

“Oh? You think?” Edward had his fists balled up at his sides. “This is not a boarding school. You cannot come into my space unannounced and without my permission first. This. This is exactly why I wanted an ocean between us. Insufferable!”

This was not my drama. This had nothing to do with me. My stomach began to ache again. I decided to just turn and go back into the bedroom silently. It didn’t matter if I was there for their fighting or not.

There was some more shouting from everyone and a door slam. And then yelling outside the beach cabin. After about thirty minutes, Edward came into the room with a cup of coffee. He was still furious and red-faced. He had stayed in the kitchen for a while in the hopes of cooling his anger.

"They can just wait until dinner tonight," he told me as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His voice was still angry and curt. "I'm so sorry about that. She started spewing venom right away, and something in me just snapped. I realize that my behavior there was very childish."

“What did she say?” I asked.

“Just her usual bossy bullshit,” he sighed. He didn’t want to tell me.

“They definitely heard us fucking, didn't they?” I said with a little frown.

“Yes, and that's why we call before entering our twenty-five-year-old son's house. I can and will fuck you on every inch of this place. And outside as well. So they better be fucking prepared for what they see or hear if they're going to bloody break-in. Don't worry, I got the key,” he grumbled. He put his face in his hands. “It's literally like four hours from now. She couldn't wait four hours?”

“She misses you.” I sipped my coffee.

“Well, I certainly don't miss her right now.”

I rubbed his thigh. “Be nice. It's not going to help if you allow her to press your buttons.”

“You're annoyingly right. Ugh, but fuck her,” Edward complained. He seemed so young in that moment, his distress clearly written in his features.

I was much more put together when we arrived at the nice restaurant for dinner. After my birth control, my anti-anxiety medicine, and a whole giant handful of pills that I washed down with pink medicine, I dressed up and put on a nice layer of makeup. His entire family was there waiting for us. His mother, father, both sets of grandparents, all four of his sisters, their husbands, and his seven nieces. It was madness. And all of his sisters were all over six foot tall as well so I was by far the smallest adult in the room. Three of his seven nieces were already taller than me.

“Tony!” One of his redheaded sisters screamed and threw herself at her younger brother. She looked to be about my age, give or take. “You so good! I love your hair!”

He lifted her some, her kicking her feet up behind her and she squealed in happiness. “I've missed you so much,” he told her so sincerely.

She ran her fingers over his face roughly, squeezing his cheeks together. “It's so fluffy.”

“Please don't embarrass me anymore in from of my girlfriend. Mother has done enough of that already,” he mumbled so only she could hear.

“I heard,” she snickered. It was a little mean. I wonder how much she really knew. “Hi, Bella! He never shuts up about you.” She pulled me into a hug. Then she picked me up about a foot.

“Oh, careful!” He urged his sister. “She's been ill.”

“I'm feeling better now,” I said, only lying a little bit. I wasn't as tired as I was before, or cramping as much. “So nice to me you.”

"This is the key code to the house," he joked as he pointed at his sister. Five little girls of various sizes were leading the charge towards Edward at the restaurant, followed by his other sisters, two of which were holding smaller girls. The smallest four were dressed all alike, and the older girls outfit complimented theirs. They had planned this out well. "All my ladies!" Edward shouted with opened arms as he was just surrounded by female arms and giggles. He kissed and hugged each of them, telling them all how lovely, smart, and beautiful they were. He picked up the smallest walker who was probably four.

“Uncle Tony!” She shouted at his face, grabbing his beard roughly between her fingers. She had lovely auburn hair just like him.

“What?!” He shouted back at her, unphased and amused.

“How do you grow hair on your face?” She questioned very seriously.

“You eat a lot of spinach,” he lied without missing a beat.

"But I don't like spinach!" She complained about his answer. Her body went limp in his arms for a minute, leaning her whole body back. Kids were spineless sometimes, I swear.

“Do you want a beard, Ruthie?” He asked her, letting her dip back as far as she wanted. Edward was holding onto her very tightly.

“Yesssssss....” she lisped after dramatically throwing herself back upright. Edward threw his head back in laughter.

“Well, start trying to like it, I guess. Mummy, she needs a spinach salad for dinner,” he told Sasha, the redhead who hugged me.

“No!” She yelled. “Nuggets!”

“Okay, nuggets. I'm going to have spinach though.” He gave her a big kiss on the cheek, rubbing his beard on her skin. She loved it.

“Okay.” She grinned and wiggled out of his arms to run to one of her great-grandparents when she had enough. And just like that, she was done with her uncle.

Edward went to hug his grandparents as well. I was basically passed around and introduce between the massive clan outside the restaurant. Edward's mother grimaced as I sat across the table from her when we finally made it inside, clearly still pissed from the morning. Edward's father was understandably trying to get over it. Everyone was talking over everyone else, except for his mother and me. She watched me like an angry hawk. A crowbar couldn't have pried her clench jaw apart.

Irina, Edward's youngest older sister, and the newest mother of the group, was holding his squirming seven-month-old niece who was trying wildly to look at all the noise. She was sitting beside me, her husband on the other side of her. “Tony talks about you constantly,” she told me as she tried to handle the wiggling child.

“Well, Tony talks a lot about you as well," I looked over at him as I said his name that his family called him. I wondered why he didn't tell me. He did look like a Tony or Anthony. Edward was a good name too, though.

“All the girls loved their posters from Christmas,” Sasha informed me. Ruth was sitting on Edward's lap as she destroyed a dinner roll. “Isn't that right, lovey?” She asked the girl.

“Yes,” she spat through buttery lips. Edward snickered beside me, making her smile widely and show all the food in her mouth.

“Gross girl,” he said to her teasingly. She slapped both hands over her face dramatically. The second youngest girl slipped onto his lap as well without a word. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head as she laid her head on his chest. Both girls looked so happy to be with him.

“You are so loved,” I said to him happily.

“Do you love me, Emma?” He asked the shy little girl. She nodded, looking at me with worried eyes. “This is Ms. Bella. She's my girlfriend. Want to say hi?”

“Hi,” she said into his shirt. Her fingers clutched at his lapel.

“Hi, sugar,” I said in a thick southern accent. She turned to look at me curiously. “How are you?”

“You sound funny,” she told me. She had a cute little Australian accent herself. She was very high pitched.

“I do,” I agreed with her. “I'm from a place called Texas.”

“That's where cowboys are from.” She peeked one eye at me. She still had one side of his face shoved into his blazer.

“That's right! And cowgirls. I know a few myself,” I replied to her warmly.

“Really?” She turned to face me more, her head cocked to the side slightly at an angle.

"Yup, on my mama's ranch, there are a whole bunch of cowboys and girls that help take care of all the cows, horses, and all the other animals. Her new husband was even a cowboy when he was a young man. He used to ride in the rodeo," I explained in my sweet, babying voice. My accent was extremely thick as I spoke for her, and I could tell she enjoyed it. As did Edward.

“What did he ride?” He asked curiously. My boyfriend was using his voice that seemed to be just for his little nieces. He bounced her on his knee for a moment, squeezing her a little with his arm.

“Horses and bulls. He was a championship bull rider. Then he became a school teacher with his rodeo winnings. Put himself through school. He was my coach in school for years and years,” I explained to them quietly. Edward was watching with a smile on his face as the conversation developed.

“Have you ever ridden a cow?” She asked quietly. I had most of the kid's attention now.

“I have indeed ridden a cow, many times. Well, a bull. On a leash. He was really sweet. His name was Lover Boy.” The little girl giggled when I told her. “I've also ridden a horse, a mule, a donkey, a camel, a zedonk... That's when a zebra and a donkey have a cute funny looking little baby. And I rode an elephant once, but that was at a fair.”

“I've ridden a pony,” she said happily. “I want to ride an elephant.”

“It was very big and very friendly. It ate ice cream cones filled with peanut butter and veggies from our hands. She took it with her long trunk and then searched me all over with nose for more. She was very gentle.”

“Like this?” Edward asked as he surprisingly tickled the little girl's side. She squealed and laughed, burying her face in his chest again.

“Oh, my god! Zedonks are real!” The oldest girl, a young teen, said as she showed everyone a picture on her phone. “It's so cute!”

"Well, my mama has four of them now, so if you ever get to come to Texas, you can meet all of them. They are all super spoiled. She also has a miniature pony who lives in the house now most of the time if she can get away with it. Like a big dog," I told them. Honestly, all of her animals were pretty spoiled. Her poor little dog needed a diet something fierce.

“I thought your mother was dead,” Edward's mother finally spoke. Everyone got real quiet around us and turned to look at her in shock. The baby blew a loud raspberry with her fist in her slobbery mouth.

“Mother, please,” he said a whisper.

Oh, no. I hate her. She’s terrible. Well, fuck.
"My biological mother died in a car crash when I was a child. I was raised by my grandmother, and when she died, I was taken in by my best friend's mother. She became my temporary guardian until I turned eighteen. Everyone who knows her either calls her Miss Lettie or Mama," I explained evenly. The best way to counter her was by being perfectly calm and honest.

"She knows this," he said under his breath to me in a strained, angry voice. I tilted my head at him, pleading him with my eyes. Edward cleared his throat. "So, all you girls are getting spinach salads, right?" He said in an attempt to move the conversation along in a better direction.

“Spinach doesn't make you grow a beard,” the oldest niece said to him. She was old enough to catch onto her uncle’s bullshit. She was probably close to Claire’s age.

“Are you sure? You could test it out. We could all grow them to match.”

The girl rolled her eyes at him but smiled at his answer. His tone was so charming with them that they were all enchanted by him.

When the food came, the baby got very fussy so Edward took her so his sister and her husband could eat their food in some sort of peace. They both looked exhausted. He bounced the baby on his knee until she belched loudly. It instantly soothed her bad attitude.

“Oh, my goodness,” I said in a baby voice as she smiled at me in relief. “Me too.”

“Still bothering you?” Edward asked me quietly. He was instantly worried.

“I think I might be getting an ulcer,” I commented with a sigh. “I feel like I'm on fire.”

“We should make you an appointment.”

"No. It's probably just like yours, and there isn't anything they can do about it anyway. I'm going to wait a couple of days and see if it goes away on its own," I replied, leaning my cheek against his shoulder.

“Air travel can wreck your tummy,” Edward's father said pleasantly.

“I've got medicine in my purse if you need anything, dear,” Edward’s Scottish Nana said from her end of the table.

“Thank you. I have some with me.” I smiled at her gratefully.

"She's got the chemists in her bag." He rubbed my back in an effort to comfort me some. "Poor darling, we've both been so looking forward to this, and she's so miserable."

“She wasn't miserable this morning," Esme chimed in, turning her head sharply to the side. This was precisely where the term ‘side eye' was coined.

"Mother!" Two of his sisters snapped at her at once. Sasha and Irina. One of the others, Tanya, just looked away and the oldest covered her mouth and watched with wide, surprised eyes.

Edward looked at his mother dead in the eye as he finished his glass of wine. He lowered it, swallowing hard before wagging his finger. “No, she certainly was not.”

“Thanks, Tony. That helps,” I commented. He looked at me and cleared his throat again. He instantly looked guilty.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he said between his teeth, straining with his own frustration at the situation. “But she doesn't get to be a... a word I'm not going to say in front of the kids... when she’s the one who broke into my house. I am an adult.”

“I did not break in!” She snapped her head back towards him, her large green eyes narrowing in on her son.

Edward laughed mirthlessly. “You threatened the landlord with fake health code violations, you nutter!”

“Mum!” Carmen, the oldest sister, said in shock. “Why would you do that?”

“I wanted to surprise him!” She said defensively.

“Then bloody well knock first!” He snapped back at her. “I'd still have been surprised, just with my pants bloody on!”

“That's what I said,” his paternal grandfather said with a smirk on his face. “He's a fit young man! I don't know what you expected, Esme! I'd be doing the same thing if I was him. Look at her.”

“Oh god,” Edward scoffed in embarrassment and amusement. “Thanks, Pops.”

He was not bothered and was enjoying controlling the conversation for a minute. “You're welcome. Young lady, I want you to know that I looked exactly like that young man sitting beside you. So did his father. This is what he's going to look like as an old like me.”

“So, still very handsome?” I replied evenly. “That’s good to know.”

“Oh, see. I like her. She can stay with me if she likes.” He smiled at me before winking. “When you two have boys they will look just like this,” he pointed to his chest with a tapping finger.

“They're not having children,” Esme whispered loudly in annoyance. This was definitely a fun conversation to have the first time meeting someone’s whole family.

“Not yet, of course,” Edward replied to her sourly. “Maybe one day in the future. If she wants them. But I hope I have girls and they look just like her.” He held her gaze, daring his mother with his eyes.

“Oh, maybe they'd have her eyes,” his Nana mused. My chest was starting to burn again.

“It's a possibility. It's genetic,” I said, completely red in the face with wide eyes. I was pretty sure I was starting to have a panic attack. “One green, one blue.”

“They'd have dark haired little beauties for sure,” his other grandmother said wistfully. They were enjoying this conversation too much. I pressed my face into his shoulder. Heat crawled up my neck.

“Would you all stop for a minute? I just got her to agree to move in with me. Please don't scare her off,” Edward begged his family in a worried voice, rubbing my back gingerly.

They all started talking at once loudly.

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