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It was Bella's sixteenth birthday. She knew that something was going to happen, an event that would change her. She'd witnessed the change with

both Rosalie and I; how we acted before we turned sixteen and then how open we became after. Though she remained silent, her liquid brown eyes burned

with curiosity, desperate to be let in on the secret. Remembering my own sixteenth, I would've liked a heads up as to what was going to happen, so I

decided to bestow that liberty on Bella. At least if she was forewarned, she would have made her decision when the time came for her. I sighed as I

retrieved the DVD from my dresser drawer and inserted into my laptop. I handed the laptop over to her and she sat, intrigued, on my bed.

"Watch, but don't be nervous when your time comes. Carlisle is amazing."

I pressed play and relaxed to replay my own memory…

We trudged uncoordinatedly to our destination, and upon reaching it, Esme withdrew her hands that were clasped around me face, covering my eyes. I was in my

room, except everything was redone: the walls painted, new bed sheets, new curtains, and the furniture was rearranged. Fingering the duvet, I murmured my

thanks, "this is an awesome gift, but too much. You really shouldn't have gone too far out of your way". I looked back at Carlisle and Esme, my foster parents, but

the only parents that I'd ever loved or had called my own. They were more like guardians, less motherly and fatherly and more of my confidants. Esme's beeper

pierced the affectionate silence and she started with a shake, "I've got to go or else Bridezilla will have my head. Enjoy your gift Alice." With a significant look in

Carlisle's direction she left, but there was something in her expression that made me blush.

"What was all that about?" I questioned, nodding at the now empty doorway. I searched Carlisle's face; the golden skin, honey hair and hazel eyes which kept his

youthful demeanor. For an adoptive parent, we was quite young, only 29 in December. He smiled, his dimpled cheek clean shaven, his scent made me shiver. I'd

always had a small crush on Carlisle. He was the man who saved me from an abusive home, and out of all the other kids, he'd always had a voice for me. A shiver

ran down my spine when he took my hand in his as he sat beside me. He played with each of my fingers, not looking at me. Clearly he was nervous about

something, and I knew this was the moment. Rosalie was different after her birthday and she'd never told me what had happened, but I was left in constant

anticipation of my own birthday. After taking a deep breath he looked up at me and asked a simply embarrassing question, "Are you a virgin?"

I was stunned. I had expected something life-altering, and all I was going to get was the sex talk? Reeling inside, I nodded my head noncommittally, trying to

appear nonchalant. He picked up a lock of my hair, and toying with it asked, "has Rose told you what this is all about?"

I simply shook my head, but when I finally looked into his eyes, I knew that there was something else going on. This was no average sex talk.

"I want you to be smart about sex, and I think the best way for you to learn is for me to show you- teach you, I mean. I've seen too many women get hurt because

they didn't know what they were doing and this is too pleasurable to be marred by some over-eager asshole. Will you allow me to teach you to be a good lover?"

My mouth went dry with shock, but my body pulled towards him in some preordained instinct. Hesitantly he lowered his mouth to mine, his breath danced across

my lips, and he pressed a chaste kiss on my lips. My hands fluttered up to his face on their own accord and I sighed into his lips. Taking advantage of my open

mouth, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and met my own tongue with passionate vigor. He gently pushed me down onto my bed, and his firm hands drew soft

circles on the skin under my shirt. Tugging the shirt over my head, he initiated the frenzy and I was suddenly fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Our ragged

breaths reflected our longing for the friction of skin-on-skin. Finally, we were still, bare before each other. The word beautiful escaped our mouths simultaneously

and my hand floated to feel his chest. Mesmerized, I stroked the muscle and with each touch he shivered, his lids fluttering. I smiled at my new found power, and

with the same hand ghosted across his abdomen but he caught my hand before I could go any further. He shook his head, chuckling and pulling me close to him

took me into oblivion…

From the speakers in my laptop I could hear Carlisle quietly moaning my name as he found his release at the end of the video. All too suddenly, the room

was quiet and I could see the rise and fall of Bella's chest, and the slight crease of her forehead. She was upset. I crawled over to her and took the laptop

from her, studying her features. Finally she looked up at me. "Does it hurt?"

"Only a little, at first. But the pleasure outweighs the pain. Now you know what he will ask you, I hope you make the right decision for you. I know I did. You

are the only one left in this house. Once you've done it, you can try out everybody in the house. Personally, Jasper is my favorite, and of course Emmett is

Rosalie's."

"You mean to say that you've had sex with Emmett and Jasper?!"

"Yes, and Edward and Rosalie. It's the best stress reliever. Especially before an exam."

"Will I be like that too, after my birthday?"

"Only if you say yes to Carlisle. Now move along, I've got to get to bed."

She rose and walked to the doorway where she paused to say, "Your beautiful Alice, and I hope that one day I get to be with you too. Goodnight."

The door clicked shut before I could say anything, and I knew that there was no way she would say no to Carlisle. I was happy for her and excited to have

the final member of our family in the secret.

Hope y'all liked it! Please Review. Next Chapter: Edward's in need and Rose has got the fix.