AN: Yay, fanpire.x has finished all her exams! Cheers all around and everyone wish her good luck for results day! So this chappy is much longer than we'd thought it'd be. We'd planned for a quick cuddle and kiss before getting into the main part of the chappy but well... you'll see what happened instead ;)

Disclaimer: We tried to contact SM but she wouldn't give us the rights. Ridiculous, isn't it?

January 18th 2005

They ended up falling asleep beside one another, snuggled up on her bed. Their sleep was deep and without worry and so much better than any night they'd had for years.

The morning brought sunlight streaming through the window, waking Emmett first. He opened an eye then shut it, recognising where he was, remembering what had happened, and smiled sleepily. After a few moments he opened his eyes again to look down into his right arm, where Bella was curled facing him. Her hair was mussed and tangled from her wriggling and she'd managed to knock the duvet off of her and more onto him. He moved it back with his free hand and let it cover her again, keeping his arm there so that he had her encircled with both.

Perfect, he decided. Laying there, with his little sister tight in his embrace and her soft breath warming his chest, he knew that this was what he wanted his future to be. In fifty years' time, he hoped to stay in this exact moment.

It had just turned five, the clock told him, and he gripped Bella closer, preparing to simply watch her sleep so peacefully. It reminded him of when they were kids and she used to creep into his room and crawl into his bed to sleep, afraid of the monsters in the dark. She'd done that less and less as the years went by and had stopped completely around the time she hit puberty. He missed those nights.

He dozed lightly as he watched her, letting her occasional muttering of speech lull him back to oblivion. Her sweet voice was his favourite lullaby.

When he awoke properly, it was seven o'clock and Bella was observing him with her big brown orbs, still entangled in his limbs. Upon noticing he was awake she grinned almost shyly and stuck her face against his chest. He chuckled, still groggy, and kissed her head.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She glanced up at him.

"Haven't changed your mind?" he reiterated, smiling somewhat nervously.

"No," she replied in a small voice. He let out a gush of breath in relief and hugged her body flush with his.

Her fingers danced on his chest and he let her draw circles on him, content with slowly rubbing her back with his large hand in silence. Eventually he felt her stop and looked down to find her clambering up higher on him to reach his face. Her frame was so much smaller than his; he grinned a bit.

She kissed his jaw hesitantly when she settled comfortably again, but seemed to grow more confident when he stroked the small of her spine.

Her lips peppered his face with tiny pecks and he closed his eyes to enjoy it until suddenly her little pink tongue poked out and dragged against his cheekbone.

He froze and stared at her as she sat up and stared right back at him.

"Emmy," she said all hushed but trailed off without anything more to say.

"Yeah?" he asked throatily back, but still she was quiet. He swallowed, his mind replaying the sensation of her hot wet tongue licking his flesh, imagining it on other place of his body, and then just pulled her down and kissed her fiercely. She gasped against his mouth and then moaned, arching in his arms when his own tongue slipped between her lips. She quaked and shuddered atop him as their tongues danced and he let his hand slide down to the swell of her ass and cup it tenderly, like it was a precious gem in his palm.

A single finger deviated from the rest to stroke a line along her cloth-covered flower.

"Oh," she breathed shakily and her hips pushed back against the finger, seeking more instinctively.

He bit her bottom lip gently and sucked upon it before drawing back to do the same to her neck. The finger rubbed the area and he could feel the cloth growing damp and warm and a groan burst escaped him. He rolled them both, quickly though carefully, so that she was below him instead and watched her stare up at him with swollen lips and dark eyes.

"God, Bella," he groaned, sounding tortured, and pulled her lower torso up so that her legs wrapped around his hips and her ass was elevated from the bed just enough to rest her sex right against his.

Her breasts splayed out on her chest and he felt like they were being presented to him on a silver platter, so obviously free from any restraints or support except from her thin top. He wondered absently which god had blessed him with this glorious bounty before cupping each globe in his hands.

Her little buds poked at his palms and he rubbed them lovingly before simply leaning down and taking one into his mouth, top and all.

He was faintly aware of her moaning growing louder and her hands gripping his shoulders, but focused mainly on his impromptu feast, suckling on the top and the nipple that lay beneath it like a starved babe. At some point he switched breasts and paid the other equal attention, his fingers sliding under her back to pull her chest tighter to his mouth.

All too soon he felt her shoving at him to move back and he did so reluctantly, giving one last final long suck. He found her again staring at him, this time aroused even more so and also utterly embarrassed. Though he knew he should ask her what was wrong and comfort her, he was distracted by the visible evidence of his feast.

Her top had two large wet patches, almost perfect circles that encompassed her breasts and marked out exactly where her buds stood erect against the material. Her chest was literally heaving with her panting and it bobbed the little breasts up and down. The sight was startlingly erotic – so erotic that he couldn't for the life of him pull his eyes away from it. Tucked away in his boxers, his member, already pumped full of blood and twice its previous size, throbbed achingly.

He could only look away when she crossed her arms over her chest and covered the sight, blushing bright as a tomato. He now looked up at her obligingly, though remorseful that the sight was gone.

"I've never…" she began but snapped her mouth shut as her face grew even redder.

Nonetheless he understood and physically made himself back away from her body and stand beside the bed.

She avoided his eyes for a moment before peeking at him pleadingly. "It doesn't mean I don't want to… it's just, I…"

"I get it," he assured her, smiling, repressing his lust, "we'll go as slow as you want."

She nodded jerkily and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. Emmett took that as a sign.

"How 'bout I leave you to – get changed," he gestured to her hidden wet top and she blushed again, "and we meet downstairs for breakfast?"

"Okay," she agreed quickly and he gave her a quick kiss on the head before leaving.

Bella sat still for a few minutes, trying to process everything.

The night before last she had gone to bed completely upset that Emmett had kissed her again and refused to see reason yet filled with a desire to let him continue kissing her until the day she died. Then somehow, this morning she'd woken up happy in her big brother's arms and proceeded to reach second base for the first time ever with that same big brother.

Just the thought of it made her blush again.

She stood up on wobbly legs and swapped her dampened top and panties for fresh ones, even clipping on a bra just in case. Breakfast wasn't a formal affair in their household, so she wasn't worried about getting dressed for the day and looking presentable, but she did pull a brush through her hair quickly and make sure that she didn't look like a complete zombie.

Making her way downstairs, she smiled. No matter her original thoughts on the topic, she was ecstatic that she and Emmett were going to try and be a couple. She loved him so, so, so much. If she hadn't been incredibly accident prone and clumsy she would have skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. As it was, she almost tripped and banged her head into the doorframe when she looked up to see their mother drinking coffee at the dining table.

"Mom!" she managed to strangle out in surprise, hoping she sounded pleased rather than dismayed. Emmett was leaning against the kitchen counter and he gave her look of mutual disappointment.

Renée smiled at her daughter, swallowing her mouthful of coffee but not bothering to get up and hug her. "Good morning, sugarplum."

"Yeah," Bella agreed half-heartedly. "You're back early," she pointed out, forcing a smile onto her face as she sat beside her.

"Yes, well, I didn't have as much fun as I thought I would," Renée replied, grimacing. "Phil had to drive us back last night. We didn't wake you up coming in, did we?" Though she didn't sound particularly concerned in case she had, but Bella just shook her head.

"Where were you this time?" Emmett asked and Bella jumped, her heart thumping as she glanced at her brother's tall muscled figure. She tried to control herself, knowing their mother had a sharp eye when she thought something was suspicious or gossip-worthy.

"Camping, dear, remember?" Renée smiled sweetly. Bella could feel the tension between the two and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her brother and their mother had never gotten along well together. He had made his feelings about her frequent absences and flighty personality perfectly clear in the past.

"Oh yeah, see I forgot, 'cause there aren't that many forests about in the desert," he remarked dryly.

Renée just smiled wider. "Well that's why we had to drive so far out and were gone so long."

"Right, of course, silly me," he said sarcastically. Their mother appeared to ignore him.

"Hmm, honey, I was actually thinking about spending the day with you," she told Bella, who looked very suddenly worried.

"Doing what?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.

"I thought we could repaint the house, ya know, buy some colours at the store and have some girl time."

"Bella has school today," Emmett interrupted roughly. "It's Tuesday."

"Well I'm sure she could skip today, after all, it's such a –"

"No, school is important," he shot at her briskly.

Renée stared at him, as if she was amused that he was actually arguing with her, though he had done so many times before. "You didn't think so when you still went."

"I was an idiot," he responded readily. "Bella is smart. She gets good grades and will get a great job when she leaves. If she doesn't skip school."

"Well at least you admit –" their mother began snidely.

"Bella, go get ready for school," he ordered, cutting the woman off without care. "I'll drive you today."

Bella nodded obediently, highly aware of the new moisture between her legs. Despite how helpless and on edge Renée made her feel, she couldn't deny that Emmett's ability to take charge and be such an imposing and intimidating figure whilst fighting on her behalf made her insides quiver. Standing quietly as he swept out of the kitchen to get changed, she made the mistake of looking at her mother.

Renée watched her intently, her eyes darting from Emmett's retreating back to her flushed cheeks. Suddenly she felt ill. "I'll just…" she couldn't finish, could only leave the room in a rush.

Bella nearly cursed herself for her stupidity. She knew there were reasons why she had at first refused Emmett's romantic advances. And an especially large one was currently sitting at the dining table, watching her flee in panic and sipping coffee thoughtfully after having observed her daughter's strange reactions to her son.