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Edward always knew Bella was bisexual.
It didn’t bother him, no, and it’s not like he could read her mind to figure it out. But he didn’t gloss over how Bella sometimes stared at Alice, and- surprisingly despite everything- Rosalie sometimes.
It was the same way Bella stared at him.
And Alice was a lot less subtle than Bella, because Edward heard (unwillingly like always) every bit of unholy Alice’s thoughts about her.
Alice didn’t see Bella as a sister, it was never that, she only took on that role because Bella was… Edward’s girlfriend, and she knew Edward would possibly never approach her again if she didn’t try to see Bella strictly as a friend.
Alice was bisexual too, and came out not long after the Cullens welcomed her and Jasper in. Everyone was… supportive. And Edward was also worried, because topics like same sex marriages or relationships weren’t common or acceptable back then. But it was two-thousand-six, not the year each of them died and were turned immortal.
And Edward wasn’t going to keep his dear sister, and dear Bella, in their own miseries and repressed lusts and wants.
Sometimes, loving someone meant being second. Edward had plenty of time to accept that.
Of course, not wanting to hear further from Alice’s head, he distanced himself from Bella’s house and settled for hunting as a distraction. And a simple pleasure, immortals eat and starve a lot more, even if it’s slower to them than to a human.
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Bella had tried to get over the feeling of Alice’s colder- or just straight up cold- vagina against her own. Her clit grinded against Bella’s, and Bella made a shuddered, bashful moan in response to that.
Alice was barely moving, only slowly grinding her hips, and Bella panted as she got used to the solid, cold statue that pressed into her clit in all the best and worst ways. That alone might send Bella into an early orgasm, but she might just die if she squirted from literally just having Alice slowly grind into her, and knowing she could go quicker than human limits allowed.
Her leg rested over Alice’s shoulder, and Bella saw how her eyes were closed, as if relishing the feeling of something to warm, whereas Bella relished the feeling of something so cold.
But it felt good. God it did. Bella wouldn’t trade this for anything, and suddenly she felt infinitely more patient about having Edward’s cock inside her.
She didn’t need to breathe, but Alice still made an octave higher, long exhale. Her perky tits that sat solidly and nicely on her chest slightly bounced as she thrusted forward. And Bella yelped.
“G-god!”
“Ah!” Alice yelped too, and she whipped her head down to glance at Bella, her black hair framed her face perfectly. She looked concerned, no less pleased, but she swore that was a sound of pain. “I’m sorry! Gosh, I’m sorry, Bella. I… you’re just so warm. Are you okay?”
Bella panted, her long brunette hair scattered unevenly over her pillow, her chest rising and falling rapidly, she stared down where her and Alice were connected, it was mostly Bella’s pussy juice that made the friction sleeker and warmer.
“Mh… yeah, I’m… I’m okay, just… damn…”
Alice looked down, bashful, almost embarrassed because was Bella not liking this?
“Not good?” She muttered, flustered.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Bella panted as she stared up at the ceiling of her own room. “It feels… nice. Too nice, I… if I could, I’d do this everyday with you.”
Alice’s statue heart made a jolt at that, and her insecurities melted into awe, mild pride, and… fondness.
“I’m glad.” She muttered, still bashful but the self-doubt wiped clean off her tone now, and her smaller, infinitely paler hands came to Bella’s hips.