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6/12/2019

Episode: Sixty-One: Nostalgia Trip

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Episode Sixty-one: Nostalgia Trip

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

I woke up in the nude, laying on top of Jasper with my leg hitched over his hip. He had his hand on my thigh. Edward was pressed in right behind me, his hand resting on the same hip so that their fingers were touching. Jasper’s alarm clock woke me up gently. We hadn’t gone to bed until at least two in the morning.

"No," I complained in a little whine as I pushed my face into his chest. "Stay. Not enough sleep."

“Mm,” he hummed, his hand sliding to hold Edward’s fully. “I need to go to work.”

"Stay, and you can fuck me in the ass. In like, five hours," I told him jokingly, and I actually felt Edward's erection grow against my back. Jasper groaned loudly. "Then I'll make you those pancakes I was talking about the other day. I was thinking some nice fruit syrup though if you were still thinking about licking it off of my body."

Both of them hummed with pleasure in unison.

“Give me the fucking phone,” Jasper mumbled.

"Yay," I giggled as Edward handed Jasper his phone. Lightly I began to kiss his neck, Edward resting his hand on our boyfriend’s stomach while he tried to hurriedly type on his phone. If he was staying we were going to give him plenty of attention. When he was done, he threw the phone down onto the bed and pulled me on top of him fully for a deep kiss. His erection was pressed against my thighs, both of his hands gripping my ass. "So, anal and blueberry pancakes is what gets you to stay?"

I might have still been a little bit drunk from our wild night before, I wasn’t sure. But I was having fun.

“Yes, but I want to watch him fuck you in the ass, actually,” he answered between kisses.

“Or, you could take turns,” I mused. “If I can survive that. I swear one day he’s going to end up poking me in the lung or something.”

Jasper laughed, “oh god. Let’s hope not. So, you’d like it if we both fucked you like that?”

“Mm, yes.” I reached for Edward, dragging my fingers over his jaw and down his neck. He was watching us both hungrily, still sleepy. “I’m not sure there isn’t anything I don’t want you two to take turns doing to me. How do you want him to fuck me for you to watch? I want to know what you like.” I began to kiss down his chest.

“On your hands and knees, above me, from behind. Like the other night. I want to see both of your faces when he cums inside of you.”

I loved how confidently he spoke, knowing precisely what he wanted.

“Maybe we can try so that you’re inside of me while he fucks my tight ass.” I brought him into my mouth as I wrapped my hand around Edward’s erection. “Though, that might need some practice first.”

“Oh, my god,” Edward whispered. He wrapped his hand around mine, basically using it to masturbate while he watched me suck on Jasper.

Then his phone began to ring. Jasper cursed loudly. “That’s work.”

I got up on my knees, picking up the phone before he could. I straddled his waist, his hard cock pressed between my wet thighs.

“Jasper Hale’s phone,” I answered confidently. He opened his mouth in shock, curious about what I was doing.

Yeah, I am still drunk.

“Um, oh. Hello,” a male voice said in surprise. It was rather gruff, thick with an Australian accent. “This is his boss. May I speak to him? He said he wouldn’t be able to make it in today.”

"Yes, sadly Jasper is feeling quite unwell this morning, and I don't think he'll be making it out of bed today. I'm sorry, he's unable to come to the phone right now. May I take a message? I'll let him know once he's feeling up to it," I said assertively, laying my accent on quite thick for the boys' entertainment. Jasper had an amused look on his face, his eyes wide and his lips pressed together. I swirled my hips seductively above him, earning a sharp intake of breath from him through his nose. One smooth movement and he would have been inside of me.

“Oh, I... okay. I’m sorry to hear he’s feeling ill. Who… Who is this? May I ask?” His boss said curiously.

I smiled, running one of my fingers over Jasper’s grinning lips. “This is his girlfriend.”

“I didn’t realize he was seeing anyone. Um, okay. Alright. I guess… I guess we’ll figure it out. Tell him I hope he feels better and to text me to let me know if he’ll be able to make it in later.”

“Yes, sir. I will. Thank you. Have a good day,” I said before hanging up the phone and putting it back on the table beside the bed. “There you go.”

Jasper laughed, pulling me down for a kiss with his big hands sliding down my back. “You’re willing to lie to my boss and be fucked in the arse just to get a few more hours of snuggly sleep?”

“That’s a stupid question. Obviously. I’d do either of those things if you asked me nicely to anyway. Naked cuddle pile is just a big bonus.”

“Well… Since we have the whole day… Shall I get you off before we go back to sleep?” He rubbed his erection between my legs pleasantly, grinning up at me happily.

"Yet another stupid question," I giggled, kissing him slowly before leaning over to kiss Edward. He was now lying right next to Jasper, their head's very close to one another. As I kissed him, I began to massage his erection again. He brought his fingers into my hair, holding our kiss for as long as possible as our boyfriend began to give attention to my neck.
“I want to watch her ride you,” Jasper whispered to him.

I moved so that I was straddling Edward’s legs but lower so I could kiss his chest and stomach. They began to kiss slowly as I licked down his chest.

“Get a condom,” he whispered to Jasper. I took him into my mouth, eagerly sucking on him as he fisted my hair. “Damn, you are good at that.” I rewarded him by letting him hit the back of my throat. He groaned loudly.

I straddled his hips once Edward had the condom securely in place, him pulling me down for an intense kiss as he slipped inside of me. After sitting up, Jasper knelt behind me so that his chest was pressed against my back. Edward’s hands slid to my hips while Jasper slipped one down between my legs and wrapped the other around my throat. His erection pressed against my ass as they both moved me exactly how they wanted.

“You cum so quickly,” he whispered in my ear as I whimpered and whined, twisting on top of our love. Edward’s fingers were dug so deep into my skin. Then he slid one of his fingers between my legs, playing with me at the same time as Jasper did. I actually screamed as I came, stars popping in front of my eyes. Edward held me down on him as he came inside of me.

I leaned down to kiss him after he pulled out of me. As I did Jasper grabbed my hips and forced himself into me from behind.

“Mm, yes. I can see why you like this view,” Edward smirked at him, knotting his fingers into my hair as he kissed me again.

“Fuck,” I shouted against his neck as I was pounded into furiously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I squeaked, each getting more high pitched as he went. Then he slapped my ass. I came so hard I cried oh my god in surprise. He pulled my hair when he finished, me still shivering with my own.

I collapsed on top of Edward, shaking and panting.

“How was that, baby?” He purred teasingly against my ear.

“I haven’t spent this much time on my knees since Catholic school,” I laughed breathlessly. He began to laugh too, holding me to him. I felt Jasper lay beside me, his hand sliding up my ass. I moved on top of him slowly so Edward could throw away his condom. “Hi, handsome.”

“G’day, dove,” he teased, brushing his nose against mine.

“I hope I don’t get you in trouble at work.”

“I don’t care if you do.” He kissed me, rolling us over so that I was underneath him. “Though I don’t think I can really go around telling people that you’re my girlfriend, sadly.”

“Well, I didn’t want to lie to him. Aren’t I your girlfriend?” I asked in a pouty voice that was purposefully flirty. It wasn’t like I told him that he had a boyfriend, too.

“Yes, you are,” he breathed warmly, kissing my neck. “My very beautiful girlfriend. Now, go get cleaned up so we can go back to sleep.”

When I woke up a few hours later, I was being held tightly from behind. Jasper had his body flush against mine, his legs tangled with my own. My head was lying on one of his arms, and his hand was splade over my stomach. I couldn't feel Edward though. I reached for him blindly until I felt his sleep pants covered thigh. I opened my eyes to see him working on his laptop, shirtless, with a somber expression on his face.

“No work, my ass,” I whispered, running my nails over this leg. He smiled a little and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss. “What are you working on?”

“I was checking my email. The results for the DNA test came in,” he said softly, almost as if he was nervous to tell me.

“Did you open them?”

“I was waiting until you woke up.” He brushed his hand through my hair so that it was pushed away from my eyes.

“We should wait until we film the video. It’ll make it more exciting,” I replied.

“I don’t give a damn about that, Bella,” he sighed.

"Well, I do. I haven't known for almost thirty-four years, I can wait a little longer. We'll film the results a few days after we get back," I told him with a slight smile. "It won't change anything. It can wait, and you can get some good videos out of it. That way it’ll be good for both of us."

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

“Don’t you think I’ve had enough for one trip?” I asked him with a small smirk. “Let me have a nice quiet few days with our sweet new boyfriend before I give myself whatever new trauma this is bound to cause,” I joked in a bland tone. “Whatever it says, you know it’s going to mess with my head.”

“You need to find a new therapist when you get settled,” he said gently. He was obviously worried about hurting my feelings. I agreed with him though.

I had sent emails to my therapist in the days before, talking to her about what happened with my medication, the hospital, and his mother. She was going to help me find someone new in LA once I got settled. Though a lot had happened, I was surprisingly in a good place at that moment. I felt happy and more confident than I had in years. I liked myself, and I liked who I was when I was with them. I was, by no means, better though.

“I know. I was planning on it,” I promised him.

“I just want you to be happy.”

I smiled, “I know. I am. Especially right now.” I rubbed my hand over his thigh again. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself when you go back to working all the time though. I’ve gotten so spoiled to having you by my side all the time. It’s literally the best.”

"So, do you think this month went well?" Edward put his laptop away and slid down on the bed so that we were eye level. "I mean, besides my obviously insane cunt of a mother."

I wiggled my ass against the naked man I knew had to be awake behind me. He groaned quietly. “I think so. Besides my hospital visit and your crazy ass mama. Your grandparents and sisters love me, so that’s all that matters. I think some of your friends might like me, too. And I really like them.”

“Oh?” Edward smiled teasingly. “Anyone in particular?”

"Mm… I especially like the twins and Lucy, too. Your sisters are right, all your female friends are lovely. Though, I have to confess I think some of your guy friends are pretty hot."

Jasper rubbed his erection between my thighs before poking me right in the ass.

I looked behind me sharply. “Excuse me. When I said you could fuck me in the ass, I meant with lube, good sir.”

"Whoops. Not where I was aiming," he mumbled sleepily into my shoulder. I laughed, and he chuckled behind me.

“I’m honestly not sure how you have enough liquids in your body to achieve a hard-on. Aren’t you dehydrated?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He sat up and slapped my ass as he got out of bed. “And, I believe you owe me pancakes.”

“Yes, I do.” I smiled as I watched his fine ass walk to the bathroom. Edward watched as well, his cheeks were faintly pink. “You’ve got good taste in men,” I whispered.

“Mm, so do you,” he chuckled after giving me a quick kiss. He laid his forehead against mine. “How are you?” He whispered. “Really? Are you really happy?”

I took his hand and pressed it to my heart. “Yes. What about you?”

He tugged me closer to him and hugged me sweetly to his chest. He pressed his lips to my forehead. "Yes, but we really need a shower. We smell terrible, and you somehow have lipstick behind your ear."

“Wow, good job,” I teased him.

I pushed off of the bed, turning on a playlist on my phone as I pulled a joint from the bedside table. I took a long drag before handing it to Edward.

“You are one hot mess,” he told me with appraising eyes.

"That's how you like ‘em." I blew out the smoke with a smirk. I stood in front of him, my hair wild and day-old makeup smeared all over my face. I had hickeys literally all over, and I was sticky in weird places. And I somehow had glitter on my tits, but I didn't know where it came from. Probably the club.

“Obviously.” Jasper winked at me from the doorway of the bathroom.

“My turn,” I told them, skipping off to the bathroom.

After a lovely shower, we got dressed in pajamas and headed off towards the kitchen.

“You don’t have to cook for me, really,” Jasper said with a slight smile. “I would have never made it in today anyway.”

“I want to. Pancakes or waffles? It’s up to you. That pig will eat anything I put in front of him.” I pointed at our boyfriend with a teasing smile.

“Hey!” Edward laughed. “That’s because everything you make is delicious.”

“Or, you’re a pig,” Jasper joked. “I like waffles more than pancakes.”

“Waffles it is,” I grinned. I liked waffles better, too.

“So, what shall we do after this?” Edward asked me, leaning against the counter as he watched me begin to take things from the pantry.

“Mm, I have an idea,” I smiled wickedly. It wasn’t what he was thinking though. “Jasper, do wanna watch old embarrassing movies of Tony when he was a kid that his Grandma Jane gave me as a wonderful gift?”

“Aw, why?” Our boyfriend laughed in embarrassment. “No. And there is stupid shit with him in there too,” he pointed to Jasper.

"Aw, come on!" I bounced on my toes. "It'll be more fun watching it together. I'll show you a video of me when I was about that age," I offered them. This stopped my boyfriend who was considering his further argument.

“Wait. Really?” Edward asked in surprise.

I leaned against the cabinets, my arms crossed over my chest. “Oh yeah, a long one too. It’s cute as fuck.”

“Will you watch it with us?” He asked next, asking it slowly like it would change the answer somehow.

“Yeah, I actually like this one. But, obviously, I don’t look at myself as that little girl anymore. It’s a video of Alice and Rosalie’s thirteen birthday sleepover. It’s one of Alice’s favorite things. I’m surprised she hasn’t shown it to you yet. We watch it together every birthday at least.”

“No, she hasn’t,” he smiled warmly. Edward sighed a little bit but nodded. “Okay, after breakfast then.”

“Your videos first,” I told them.

"Fine." He slapped my ass playfully. "Now tell me what to do. I haven't a fucking clue, and I'm starving."

After we finished eating, I laid on the couch, my head on Edward's lap and my feet on Jasper's. Edward began to play the videos. He started the flash drive on my laptop that sat on the coffee table. The very first video was of the very young boys, dressed in ridiculous drag including bad Halloween wig. It was very clearly clothing they had bought themselves from a thrift shop. They were terribly singing a Britney Spears song, purposely making their voices high pitched and squeaky. They were at most twelve or thirteen.

I began to instantly cackle. “Oh, my sweet baby gays.”

Jasper began to laugh as well, covering his embarrassed face with his hands. “We did this sober!”

“You’ve still got baby fat! Awww…” I giggled. “You’re so cute.”

Edward was shaking with silent embarrassed laughter. “Shut it.”

“You sang Britney Spears in drag together. How did you not know?” I asked Jasper. Edward slapped my ass. “To. Get. Ther.” I got slapped again.

I laughed as I watched them recreate movie scenes they liked, music videos, little skits, them doing stupid things like jumping off the roof into the pool with unicorn float rings. Every little gay thing they did I would start to laugh again, earning another slap on the butt from one or the other as they both laughed themselves. Of course, that would only make me laugh harder. There was a lot of head-slapping as well.

“Oh, my god. That was the best. Thank you,” I told him as he stopped the final video a couple of hours later.

“Alright, baby. Pay up. I want to see yours,” Edward gave me my laptop from the coffee table.

I quickly brought up the file with the video I had watched it with Alice a hundred times. I could say every word in it from memory. I sat it back on the table, getting back into my comfortable position on top of them.

The video started on the whitewashed back porch of the beautiful plantation home my almost sisters had grown up in. There were about half a dozen teenage girls. I was the smallest by far, my wild hair standing out around my head at least a half foot. I was also the only girl with even the slightest hint of a tan. Alice had blond curls back then that matched Rosalie's. All three of us were wearing the same matching tiniest black gym shorts and white spaghetti strap tops that clung tightly to our young bodies. We even wore the same little gold cross around our necks. Rosalie insisted we matched and her mother obliged. That’s how I got so many of my favorite pieces of clothing. A couple of friends from school were with us, laughing and talking loudly. The sun was going down, and we were yelling birthday greetings to the girls for when they got older at their mother's encouragement.

The video stopped and changed to us out in the field behind their house. Alice was behind the camera and was very close to me. The scar from my car accident was much worse then. Even back then I was at least a B cup and the most endowed girl there. Our friends were all tiny like us, but flat chested. We could see them behind us playing with their giant dog, Tenaha. They were trying to ride him like a horse.

“Please introduce yourself for the camera,” Alice said in a squeaky voice. We were sitting by the house, just watching from the comfortable shade. It was mid-April and already warm.

“My name is Bella,” I smiled, flipping my thick black curly hair over my shoulder. My accent was insanely thick. I batted my eyelashes stupidly, making her snicker before she quickly contained herself.

“Tell me something about yourself, Bella.” She brought the camera in even closer, almost to my nose. I made my eyes bigger for the benefit of the camera.

“I bite,” I replied evenly. The camera backed up instantly.

Rosalie came up behind us in the picture, playing with her soccer ball. She was on the team in middle school and high school.

She looked directly at the camera as she smiled innocently, stopping to put her foot on the ball so it wouldn't go anywhere. "I like kicking balls," she said as brightly and with as much cheerful innocence as possible. And with that, she turned her back and started playing again.

Both Alice and I started laughing hysterically.

“Roe, honey, no,” I called after her before the camera switched off again.

Next, we were singing along with the radio on the porch. It was dark outside, but we had the light from the deck-light and what spilled out from the open kitchen door. Alice and I sang 'The Boy is Mine’ like we were in the video and then we all terribly sang along to the Beastie Boys, bursting into loud giggles as we did the robot until Mrs. Lettie came out to tell us to quiet it down.

When the video changed again and we were in Rosalie's bedroom. We did our own Jerry Springer style type talk show where I was the host with giant eighties glasses we found in a drawer. They were bright red. We were play wrestling and fighting, hitting each other with pillows and stuffed animals. I ended the episode by saying, “and next time on Sally Jesse Raphael we have… LESBIAN LOVERS!”

Alice and Rosalie jumped in behind me and said, “ooooooo” at the same time.

Both of the boys began to laugh. Edward was stroking my hair, his other hand on my back. “Holy shit, you three are adorable,” he told me as he smoothed his hand just under my shirt.

When it cut off and came back again, it was Alice holding the camera again, and we were sneaking out of the room while a couple of our friends were sleeping. We panned over their drooling faces all cuddled up with their stuffed animals. We went into the kitchen ‘quietly' and got snacks as we went back onto the porch. She showed the microwave clock to reveal it was four in the morning. We had gotten a big bag of M&M, Doritos, and Surges to drink.

We took turns trying to catch the chocolates in our mouths. Mostly we hit each other in the face with candy. We were lucky we didn’t choke on them.

Alice brought the camera’s focus on me randomly. “Sing me a song.”

I looked dead-eyed in the camera for a second.

Then I dramatically began to sing The Phantom of the Opera. Rosalie began to act it out with me as I sang. I covered the scarred side of my face like it was my mask, singing both parts.

“I’ll be the first female phantom,” I told the camera, my hand still covering my face. I peeked through my fingers. “They won’t even have to use makeup.”

“Nah, you’re too beautiful,” Alice replied. She tried to move my hand while still behind the camera.

“Are you sure?” I moved my hand, revealing a stupid face with my lips curled up in a silly snarl. I held the face, staring seriously into the camera for a moment. “Tell me I’m sexy,” I slurred the word sexy on purpose. “Kiss me,” I slurred some more as I began to chase Rosalie around the back porch. She squealed for a moment before turning dramatically, yanking my shorts down, then taking off running down the stairs towards the yard. I quickly pulled them up and ran after her. I was literally screaming, “give me some sugar!”

The video ended with Rosalie and I doing flips and cartwheels in the dewy grass as the sun came up over the pretty tree line. We were slipping and skidding along the wet grass, laughing and running. At no point in the entire video did we have shoes on. My clothes were grass-stained, and I had white flowers stuck in my hair that we picked from the yard. One flip ended in a particularly hard slip and fall, me landing on my back with a hard thud. Alice ran to check on me, the camera settling on my face as I laughed. She skidded to her knees on the wet grass beside me.

“Are you okay?” Alice asked, clearly worried.

“I have grass up my ass,” I whispered to the camera as I laughed and turned visibly red. My voice was very high pitched.

Both boys howled with laughter.

The very end of the video Mrs. Lettie could be heard yelling at us to get in the house so we could have breakfast.

“Satisfied?” I asked when I turned off the video, turning my head in his lap so I could look at him.

“Yes.” He smiled down at me as he traced his finger over my now faded scar. “What a tiny, loud, flexible thing you were.”

“I still am,” I teased. “Just not as flexible.”

“Thank you for sharing that with us,” he said to me warmly. “You were so cute.”

I sat up so that I could hug him. He brought me to his chest, me sitting on my knees beside him. “Thank you for letting me watch yours, too,” I replied, kissing his temple lightly.

Jasper leaned his head on Edward’s shoulder, not far from mine. I turned my face to look at him. “Is it hard watching yourself like that?” He asked me curiously.

“No, she’s someone else. She doesn’t exist anymore. She went away a long time ago.”

“Yes, she does. She’s right here.” Edward brushed his fingers over my back.

“I don’t want that girl to exist anymore, Eddie. She was sad and lonely. Scared. She thought she was going to go to hell and that no one loved her or wanted her and that no one would ever want or love her, for that matter. That little girl was already literally willing to use her body to get someone to pay attention to her for a minute,” I said honestly.

“No. Why would you think you were going to hell?” He almost seemed wounded for me. I pulled back so I could look at him.

“Edward, I’ve always known I liked women, too. And, homosexuality is a sin. I heard my grandmother say it over and over again. Sex out of marriage is a sin. I was born a sin and sinner,” I said with a little sigh. I imagined it was how every gay kid felt in the south, at least at some point in their youth.

“No, you were not,” he said firmly.

I laughed a little without humor, and I shook my head. "Well, according to my grandma, I was."

"Isabella, she was wrong. You never deserved to feel like that for even a second. I don't believe in God, but if there is one, I certainly hope he doesn't damn you for the sins of your parents. Because if so, I'm fucked.”

I laughed despite myself, really laughed. I leaned my head on his shoulder again as I took in his scent. He still smelled very nice from his shower. Both of his arms wove around my waist, holding me to his firm body. Jasper’s hand smoothed comfortingly over my back.

Edward pressed his lips to my cheek once before whispering, “you are wanted. You are loved. You shouldn’t be embarrassed by the things that happened to you as a child or how you reacted to it. You were simply trying to fulfill needs you weren’t getting met at home. That wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. That’s why it’s okay if that girl doesn’t exist anymore,” I said with a little bit of a smile.

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