A/N: A big thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! The amount a reviews blew every other chapter out of the water. Some of you are absolute pervs and I love it! So as a heads up this is kinda a filler chapter as well as a peek into the possible sequel to this story. It's in Nessie's POV. The next chapter will be the reader's choice and then one more chapter to end. *tear*

Another thanks to my beta Pastiche Pen, who puts up with my inability to put commas in the right place.

As always SM owns Twilight.

"Mom!" I called.

Where the hell is my mother? I thought as I strolled into the cottage.

I'd only seen her like twice in the past two months. The first time was when she found out about our little family secret. The look on her face had been fuckin' priceless.

Ha! I loved her, but she could be so damn clueless sometimes. My father, too! Did he honestly think she wouldn't find out? I'm surprised she didn't find out sooner. She actually almost caught, well, did catch Jazz and me in the dining room—but she didn't know it.

When I had finally reached the age where I wanted to have a physical relationship with Jacob, he confessed to me that he had been taking lessons from Rosalie, so that when the time came he would be a good lover. You would think that I would have been jealous or grossed out by my boyfriend sleeping with my aunt, but I was just intrigued. For me it made sense considering how many lifetimes they had lived, and therefore, I had no argument against Jake and I joining in on the family extracurricular activities.

Once I realized how much I enjoyed sex, I was insatiable. I nearly drove poor Jasper mad. That's when he would send Alice after me. The little pixie could give me mind blowing orgasm after orgasm until I fell asleep, giving Jasper some relief. However, there were those times when Alice was gone, that he had to take care of me himself. The night Mom walked in on us was one of those times.

I was really frustrated that night because Jake and Rosalie both wanted some time with the cars in the garage instead of me, so I went off to find Emmett instead, only to find out from Esme that he and Alice had left to hunt.

Hunt, yeah right.

At the time I wasn't sleeping with Carlisle and Esme. I had approached them, but they just told me I wasn't quite ready for their kind fun—knowing what I know now, they were right. That left me to hunt down Jasper. I found him in the living room reading yet another book on the Civil War.

When I stepped into the room he groaned.

I smirked.

His eyes immediately went black, and he knew we would be getting rough. Thing was, that was the way I liked it.

"Ness don't. Let's be gentle," he pleaded.

I sauntered over and stood straddling his thighs.

"You know what I like," I purred. "I want to see the bloodlust in your eyes when you take me."

I trailed my fingernail between my breasts leaving a red line of blood trickling down. He was holding his breath, so I reached down and stroked him through his jeans making him gasp. When I heard the rumble start in his chest I took off at a full sprint. I had barely hit the stream outside when he tackled me to the ground. I managed to squirm from underneath him, but as I tried to get to my feet, he grabbed me by the arm and slammed me into the nearest tree pinning me with his body.

His razor sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight inches from my face as his lips trembled when he hissed, "You're such a fuckin tease, and you are going to get yourself hurt."

He roughly shoved me farther up the tree, lifting my feet off the ground and scraping my back hard on the rough bark. His hand slipped under my skirt, ripped away my panties and began spreading my wetness along my folds.

I moaned.

He violently shoved his fingers into me, making me wince.

"I'm a killer, Ness. I've had human blood on countless occasions. I don't have the control of Carlisle or Edward. I could drain you dry," he warned as his tongue ran between my breasts, lapping at the flowing blood.

"You won't hurt me," I whispered as I pierced the soft flesh of my inner thigh with my nails. He hissed before tossing me onto the ground. My head slammed hard on the ground, but that only helped to increase the wetness pooling between my legs.

Jasper stood over me for a second before dropping to his knees and muttering "Lord, have mercy," then dove between my legs devouring the mix I had created. He began thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting the perfect spot, while his tongue swirled over my clit.

"Damn, … you…your blood…so fuckin' good," he mumbled as he quickened his pace.

My back began to arch, and I could feel my stomach tighten as he brought me to my peak.

"Fuck. Jasper!" I screamed as my climax took over my body.

As my body began to relax I looked into Jasper's eyes. The onyx color was gone, replaced by a slight copper tone. We had learned that if he fed soon after the copper would turn back to topaz and no one would be the wiser. But God I loved that color.

I could feel Jasper's erection straining against his jeans and I was ready for him.

"Jasper, fuck me. Fuck me hard," I growled.

He lifted me bridal style before whispering, "Let's take this inside."

We barely made it to the dining room before attacking each other again. I unbuttoned his fly and released his thick erection from its confines while peppering his chest with kisses.

I began stroking his length until he growled, "Come here," and pulled me into his lap as he sat in the dining room chair. I could feel his cock between my cheeks and began bouncing in his lap.

"Awe, hell naw," he hissed.

He grabbed me by the hips and lowered me down on him. I controlled the pace and started slow, building my orgasm until I couldn't take it any longer.

"Damn it, Ness! Faster!"

I increased my speed, and he reached around to pinch my tits through the shirt I was still wearing. We hadn't even managed to remove any clothes.

"Come with me, Ness," he pleaded as his fingers found my clit and began pinching.

That was all it took for me to come again. And as I milked him, he finished with a shudder and leaned into my back. Right then we both jumped as we heard the front door open. I had conveniently left my Spanish notebook on the table so grabbed it with one hand and my other hand flitted to Jasper's cheek to show him what I was going to do. Just as I opened the notebook, Mom strolled into the kitchen. Jasper's dick was still fully shoved up my pussy.

"Hi, baby. What are you and Jasper doing up to this late at night?" she said with motherly concern.

"Jasper was just helping me with my Spanish. Weren't you Jasper?" I said with smile as I clenched on his dick and put some images of him fucking my Mom in his head."

He twitched within me before replying,"Yeah, she is doing really well."

I just smiled at mom and she said, "Okay, well, just don't stay up to late. Remember you need to actually sleep every now and then."

I rolled my hips as I stretched and let out a fake yawn and could feel Jasper dig his fingers into my hips trying to keep me still until my mother left.

"Goodnight, Mom."

"Good night, Sweetie," she replied and walked out the door.

I looked at Jasper and smiled. He just rolled his eyes, lifted me off of him and rebuttoned his pants.

I've managed to get my raging hormones under control now, but it looks like my mom is just now hitting her sexual peak.

The last time I saw Mom was at the club when she pulled a Hermione Granger in GOF and stepped out on that dance floor like she owned it. That was a trip. At the time, I thought the anger was all a product of Jasper's influence, but as I look back I know I saw a fire in her eyes when she grabbed Jake from me. It wasn't all Jasper.

Oh, well. I know Jacob is mine. But really, who knew she had it in her (besides Alice, of course)?

Anyway. I really need to borrow that red silk shirt Alice bought mom. Normally Alice keeps my closet well-stocked, but this shirt was not an off the rack. It's probably in the back of her closet with tags still on it.

I sighed. I just don't get my mother's aversion to clothes.

As I stepped into the closet and began shuffling through her clothes to find the shirt I noticed a box shoved into the corner. Sticking out was what looked to be a pair of handcuffs. I slid the box out and opened the lid. The handcuffs were broken at the chain. I took a whiff.

Carlisle?

Damn Mom!

I could just imagine Mom dragging Carlisle around by a leash. Ha!

Next I pulled out a bunch of scraps of navy blue polyester. Another whiff.

Emmett!

Well Emmett does like his role-playing. I'm always Goldilocks. Anywho let's see what else is in Bella's Box o'Bad Girl.

Cowboy hat.

Ohhhh! That explains Jasper's recent shitkicker fetish.

Not that I don't love Jasper—and sex with Jasper—it's just that the whole cowboy thing is played out.

I like him better in leathers.

Okay, let's see… more costume scraps… a rosary?

Hmm. What's this? I pulled out a black velvet jacket with bell sleeves that had an attached front button corset. Underneath were bits of red satin, and there were red details at the back of the waist and around the elbows. There was also a black top hat with a gigantic red bow on the back.

I don't get it. Let's see what the label says… "Vampire Vixen"

I smirked.

Real funny Mom.

It smells like Carlisle though. Wait! Vamp costume, rosary, broken handcuffs…

Carlisle was the priest! I get it now.

That's a good one.

Wow, Mom, I'm impressed. Who knew you were so creative?

Let's see what else. A red nighty, but not mom's size, I checked the tag, Rosalie's size. My god, just thinking about Rosalie makes me wet. She gives the best head in the family by far.

Another nighty, pink. Alice's definitely. Alice is like the energizer bunny, but the half-breed gets exhausted after orgasm twenty-nine, thirty.

Okay, more scraps. Damn, Emmett did a number on that costume.

Ooh. It's Mr. Blue! I've been looking for him! Who did she use this with? Hmm. It must have been Esme, because of all of the keepsakes only Esme and Jake were left and Jake isn't into S&M.

And that's it. Bottom of the box.

Hmm… Nothing from Jake. I wonder why…

As I sat there contemplating, I heard the front door opening along with giggles and the sound of kissing. Gross. I really don't want to see my parents fucking. I know that sounds ridiculous all things considered, but it's my parents. I tossed everything back in the box, found the shirt and walked out of the closet with my hands over my eyes.

"I just needed to borrow a shirt." I exclaimed as I tried to find my way out of the room.

"Babe?"

"Jake?" I said peeking between my fingers.

Mom and Jake were standing in the doorway hand in hand, clothing askew with a definite post coital glow on Jake's part. I smirked and put my hands on my hips.

"Ness, honey, we were just looking for you," Mom said as she bit her lower lip.

I crossed my hands over my chest and raised an eyebrow, "Uh, huh. Sure you were."

I strolled over to Jake and whispered, "Hey Babe."

I gave him a kiss and bit down on his swollen lips making him wince.

I smiled and looked over at Mom, "So, Mom, how was sex with my husband?"

She let out a groan, flopped on the bed and screamed into her pillow, "Argh! Not you too!"

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