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All Grown Up: Jacob and Renesmee Part III	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 9413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and am not making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Going Back
- 2-Important Things
- 3-Walking On Eggshells
- 4-Run
- 5-Chunky Monkey
- 6-The Evolution of a Swan
- 7-Awesome
- 8-Normal
- 9-My Girl
- 10-Sex Hair and Ice Cream
- 11-Renewal
- 12-Secrets
- 13-My Heart
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
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A/N: Hi, friends.
First let me say thanks for all the love on the last chapter. I’d been sitting on that vow stuff for quite a while. After saving it for so long, I was so pleased you guys enjoyed it.
This will be the last Hawaii chapter. These have been some lemon heavy chapters, lol, so we’ll probably cool it for a bit. As I’ve said on the facebook page, there’s a good chance of an outtake from this trip popping up, we shall see. As I’ve also said on there, you guys will not have to wait much longer for Seth and Mollie’s big chapter, I promise!

Xandra

When Cole and I first phased, Dad had made a huge deal about pack secrets. Something that you hear in a brother’s head without him being able to help it, should be treated as if he’d whispered it in your ear in the strictest confidence.
“You just go on about your life as if you’d never heard it,” Dad had said.
It sure seemed reasonable. I know I didn’t want my most private thoughts being spread around.
Anthony and I were not going to tell Mom that Dad sure didn’t like her last culinary experiment as much as he’d acted like he did. They don’t always eat the same food, she doesn’t really like fruit, for example. So it’s harder for her to know what’s good, but he loves her for trying new things.
Anthony wasn’t going to tell anybody about the time Mollie and I skipped the first class of the day to go out to breakfast, and I wasn’t going to tell Mom that he kept a dirty magazine under his mattress.
Gross.
Even though according to him it’s the “classier” one.
Anyway, at first I had no problem keeping the secrets of any of my brothers.
The night before Mom and Dad left, he asked me to come for a run with him. We’d just made it though the trees, when he told me what’s really going on with Mollie and Seth. I stopped short and just stared at him. My first instinct was to think, no, that’s my Mollie.
I can’t say it was a shock, I’d wondered about it. This was a huge deal though.
Seth and I hadn’t been phased at the same time together very often, so I’d never seen him think of her. I don’t know if that was intentional or not, but I suppose I’ll probably find out in time.
Just listen, you can’t say anything, Dad told me.
I was confused, and skeptical. He felt it.
She needs to be mature enough to handle an intense relationship like that. If a time comes where she needs to know, she’ll be told. I promise. Mom and I think she’ll probably figure it out for herself anyway.
She hasn‘t yet, she would have told me. You know, she’s totally head over heels for him already, I pointed out.
I know, but just because she wants something, doesn’t mean she’s ready for it.
I wished I hadn’t known at all, but it was kind of inevitable.
At first, I was kind of annoyed by it. I couldn’t help feeling possessive towards Mollie. That changed though, the first time I actually heard him thinking of her. I was obviously familiar with imprinting. I’d seen the way my dad feels about my mom, and the way Quil feels about Claire. It was different though, this was Mollie. When I felt the adoration he had for her, I was glad for her, and shared the same hopefulness Seth had about their future together. If Mollie felt the same way about it, and I was pretty sure she did, I could look forward to lots of cute little nephews and nieces to play with.
I’d asked Anthony about something I’d noticed before with the other imprints, but hadn’t paid much attention to.
“When he thinks about her, she looks...well, not as much like me as she does to everybody else,” I said.
“He does see her just a little differently. She’s his imprint. To him, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” Anthony said.
So basically, he thinks Mollie is prettier than me, which I’m perfectly fine with. That’s exactly the way it should be.
Pack stuff always has to come first, those are the rules. I don’t have to like them, I just have to follow them. I can’t do as I please just because my dad is the alpha. I still felt guilty for keeping something from Mollie. It felt unnatural, but I didn’t really have much of a choice. If I told her, everybody would know that it was me.
I only came close to telling her once. I asked her if she thought anybody would ever imprint on us. She told me she didn’t think she was that lucky. I decided just to not bring it up anymore, it would be easier that way. I was glad to have a distraction when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it!” Swan shouted, and she was a blur of pink as she ran to the kitchen.
I could hear her talking to Grandpa Charlie, and I smiled.
“Hey, Charlie and Billy are gonna come over with pizza for dinner,” Swan came in the living room to tell Mollie and me. “I want sausage, what do you guys want?” .“Onions!” she said.
“Get bacon, too,” I added.
“Ooo yeah. And bacon,” Swan said into the phone.
“Did you know some fast food place has a bacon sundae now?” I asked Mollie.
“Oh no, I’m not sure what to think about that!” she said.
“I kinda wanna try it,” I told her.
“Guys, focus," Anthony said.
Asa came running in from where ever he had been. “Pineapple and ham, we should have Hawaiian pizza!”
“I’ll eat whatever,” Anthony said.
So Grandpa Charlie suggested one Hawaiian, and one with sausage, bacon, and onions.
My mouth was watering already.
When Grandpa Charlie and Grandpa Billy pulled up, Anthony went outside to help. Inside, the rest of us set the dining room table. Asa got out the paper plates, and Swan got out plastic cups. Anthony told us to use those instead of “real” dishes, so that nobody would have to wash anything after dinner. That was just fine by us. Especially since it was my turn to do them.
Mollie got out napkins, while calling Seth, who’d be joining us, to tell him dinner was here. I removed a chair at the head of the table so Grandpa Billy could just roll right up.
“Hello, hello!” Grandpa Billy called out. We all went to greet them both.
Grandpa Charlie kissed Mollie on the top of her head and said, “Glad to see you guys aren’t sliding around in your socks and underpants playing air guitar in here.”
We laughed at the mental image.
“Who does that?” Swan said.
“I’d try it,” I thought out loud.
“You guys have never seen Risky Business I guess, huh?” Grandpa Charlie said.
The five of us just looked at each other.
“Tom Cruise?” he tried.
We shook our heads.
“Just stay away from the Bob Seeger records,” Grandpa Billy told us.
Those two laughed, but we didn’t get it.
Anthony had both pizzas in his arms. “Let’s go eat,” he said. We followed him into the dining room and started to help ourselves.
“We don’t even have records, Grandpa,” Swan told Grandpa Billy, as she grabbed a slice.
“CDs then,” he said, waving his hand. “You know what I mean.”
“What’ll ya have, old man?” Grandpa Charlie asked Grandpa Billy, as he rolled up to the space I’d left open for him.
“Gimmie a couple pieces of that one with the ham and pineapple. Looks interesting. Rachel has been after me to eat more fruits and vegetables.” He laughed. “Even if there’s pizza underneath it, hey, that still counts in my book!”
Anthony reached past me and put a few pitchers and bottles of beverage choices in the center of the table.
“Seth will be here in a minute, I’m gonna go wait for him,” Mollie said. She went out to sit on the porch and wait, as usual.
Grandpa Charlie’s eyes followed her out of the room, but he didn’t say anything. I was betting he’d picked up on something between them. He’s a very observant person, and for a human he has a really good memory. Those skills must come in handy in his work. I think being a cop would be a fun job. I’d be good at it. I’m fast enough that no would be evil doer could out run me, too.
“We don’t have CD’s either,” Asa said, and took a bite of gooey pizza.
“What do you have then?” Grandpa Billy asked.
“They have those tiny little mp3 player things,” Grandpa Charlie explained.
“What the Hell is an mp3?” Grandpa Billy asked.
“It’s digital music, you download it,” A.J. told him.
“Oh.” Grandpa Billy shrugged and started eating his pizza.
Grandpa Charlie poured himself a cup of iced tea.
“Oh, hey. Give me that little white table thingie in the middle of the pizza,” I asked Anthony, who had the Hawaiian one right in front of him.
I know they are supposed to keep the top of the box from touching the cheese, but do they have a name?
“What for?” he asked, but handed it to me anyway.
“Seth found Angry Birds fruit snacks at a gas station and gave them to Mollie. We set up the little tables and play with them,” I explained.
He raised an eyebrow. Mom says A.J looks kinda like Grandpa, her dad that is, when he does that.
“Does it actually work?” he asked.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Mollie called from in the hallway.
“How do you play?” Asa asked.
“In the game, you use a slingshot to throw these little birds at pigs that are protected behind wood and cement blocks and stuff like that to kill them,” I explained. “So we stack the tables up and flick the birds at them, they do knock the table over pretty well.”
“Why do the birds want to kill the pigs,” Grandpa Charlie asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“The pigs stole their eggs,” Mollie called from the hallway again.
Grandpa Billy shrugged. “I guess that makes a little sense then.”
“Are you guys excited your folks are coming home tomorrow?” Grandpa Charlie asked us.
“Yeah,” Swan said. “Don’t tell them that though!”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me.”
Jacob

“Jacob? Jacob.”
“What, baby?” I asked.
“I’m a little drunk,” she admitted.
“Me too. Is the room spinning?”
“Nah,” she said, and leaned very far to one side.
“You’re okay then.”
We were sitting on the floor in the living room, surrounded by pillows as we enjoyed some dinner my favorite way, in the nude.
“Isn’t being naked awesome?” I said.
“Yeah,” she sighed happily, sat straight up again, and resumed eating.
We sat close enough that we could feed each other, and I stole kisses in between bites. When we were finished, we just set our plates on the floor. She sank into some pillows, and relaxed on her back. I got next to her, and rubbed her belly.
“Did you have enough to eat?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm,” she answered.
“Good.”
She giggled a I drew little circles around her belly button with my finger. My eyes fell on the last bottle of champagne. It looked like there was enough left for each of us to have about one more glass, but we’d given up on actually drinking out of the champagne flutes hours ago.
“Hey, it’s our last night here. Wanna get a little freaky?” I said.
I took her grin to mean she agreed.
I reached over her to grab the champagne bottle off the end table.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed quietly.
She sat up just a little, and I put one hand behind her head. I may have accidently on purpose poured a little too fast. She laughed when her mouth overflowed, making it even worse. She raised her hand to wipe her mouth, but I stopped her.
“No, no,” I said, pushing her hand away.
I licked the champagne from her chin, her lips, and caught the drops that rolled down her neck and onto her shoulder.
“I wanna do it to you now,” she mumbled.
“Wait, I gotta make sure you are nice and clean,” I said, licking at her throat.
“I...but I wanna be dirty,” she said. I laughed at her.
“Wow, you are drunk,” I teased.
“So are you,” she accused, pushing me off of her and taking the bottle from me. She had a swig, and set it aside.
“We’re even then,” I said. “So, you wanna get dirty, huh?”
“Yeah,” she admitted with a small smirk.
“Talk dirty to me,” I said.
She giggled uncontrollably and flopped down next to me in the ocean of pillows. “I don’t know what to say!”
“Hmm,” I pondered, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “Tell me what you like.”
“You know what I like!”
“Well, yeah. The point is to say it though.”
Maybe if I got her a little worked up first, I could get her talking.
I sat us both up, and covered her breasts with my hands as she leaned back on my chest.
“Your breasts are so perfect," I said softly, feeling their weight in my hands and looking down, over her shoulder. She leaned her head back, and lifted her arms, putting her hands behind my head. I kneaded them a little more roughly then I normally would. I pulled at her hard nipples as they slowly became hard, and rolled them in between my fingers, making her squirm.
“Are you getting wet for me?” I murmured.
“Yeah,” she gasped.
“Where? Tell me,” I breathed in her ear.
“My...my pussy,” she whispered.
Hearing that word fall from her lips made me so hard it hurt.
“Should I touch you?” I said, letting one of my hands slide down her stomach, I felt it contract in anticipation.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“Or maybe...I should lick you.”
“Yes,” she said again.
“Where?”
I needed to hear her say it.
“I want you...I want you to lick my pussy, Jacob,” she said shyly.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned. I reached between her legs and felt her slick folds. “Want me to play with it a little too? How about some toys?”
“Yeah...play with me.”
I tossed her over my shoulder, taking her to the bedroom. She laughed as she smacked my ass with both of her hands.
“My bongos!” she shouted.
I tossed her on the bed, making her shriek.
“Find something good,” she ordered as I knelt down in front of the opened suitcase.
I turned away from her and smiled to myself. I‘ve never known somebody who was so bossy after a few drinks.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Uh...I don’t remember what we brought,” she slurred.
She got impatient when I took too long deciding.
“Jacob!” she complained.
“Okay, okay.”
I picked out a new vibrator that was almost the same size as me. Ness had picked it just because it was a pretty pink color, which I found a little silly, yet cute, since she couldn’t even see it when we were using it.
She approved my selection, and also reached her hand in the suitcase to get the lube.
“What do you wanna use this for?” I teased.
She pressed her lips together and held back laughter.
“Come on,” I pressed.
She threw her arm across her face and covered her eyes. “My ass!” she giggled.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, removing her arm from her face.
“Yes,” she whispered with a shy smile.
“Lie back,” I told her.
I settled myself next to her, and turned the toy on. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to hold her close to me. She closed her eyes as I ran the toy between her breasts, and teased her nipples with it. I saw her rubbing her thighs together with need. She rested her head on my chest and made a little whiney sound.
“Tell me. Tell me where I should put this,” I said, .
“Inside of me,” she said quietly.
I trailed the toy down her body, and her legs automatically fell open. I parted her lips with the tip of the toy, and slowly moved it down until I reached her opening. When I pushed it into her, she gasped and gripped my shoulders. I knew I’d hit just the right spot.
“Fuck!” she cried.
I kissed her forehead, and she writhed in my arms as I moved the vibrating toy in, and out.
“You’re gonna come hard for me tonight, aren’t you?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” she groaned.
I left the toy inside of her, and got between her legs to fulfill my earlier promise.
Her hands were on my shoulders as she watched me lower my face.
“Do you know how much I love eating your pussy?" I said, letting the breath from my words hit where I’d spread her apart. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit, and carefully scraped it with my teeth. Her hips lifted off the bed and she gasped. I sucked it into my mouth, and pushed her thighs further apart. I held them open, digging my fingers her flesh as I lapped at her.
I’d forgotten about the toy for a minute or twelve, and it had started to slip out of her. I pushed it back in, and twisted it around inside of her.
“Ah! Jake!”
Such small movements got such a nice reaction out of her, this toy was a powerful one.
Her legs shook, and every breath she let out was a broken moan.
Her orgasm was quick, and loud. I put my tongue inside of her and eagerly swallowed.
“Do you like the new toy?” I asked, hovering over her as she tried to catch her breath.
She nodded.
I gave her a deep kiss, and let her feel me against her folds, but she pushed me off of her and rolled us over.
“I wanna be on top,” she announced.
“No way,” I said rolling us back. I sure as Hell did want her on top, but I wanted to mess with her a little first. She laughed as we rolled around, I didn’t fight her for long though.
Once she was on top again, she sank down with a throaty moan, and started riding me hard right away. I had to close my eyes, I couldn’t watch her bouncing up and down like that without wanting to come. Soon I felt her grabbing my wrists, and pinning them above my head. I opened my eyes to see her looking down at me with a wicked grin. I gave her one right back. When she came down, I raised my hips to meet her. I threw off her rhythm, thrusting up faster then she’d been coming down. She gave in to me and leaned forward more, putting all of her weight on her hands, still holding me down. I bounced her, enjoying the loud sound it made when our bodies came together, and her shouts that accompanied it every time.
She put her head on my chest, and wrapped her arms around my neck. With my hands finally free, I grabbed her ass to bring us together with even more force. She started to whimper as she hung on to me for dear life.
I didn’t keep up that pace for long, I didn’t want us both to get worn out too quick. So, I slowed, and started kissing her shoulder. My hands stayed focused on her backside. I kneaded it, digging my fingers into her flesh and spreading her. She moaned when I slipped a finger between her cheeks.
“Let’s sit up,” I whispered. She pulled me up with her, her arms still locked around me, and her head on my shoulder.
While I lubed up two of my fingers, she rocked slowly against me. I reached behind her again, and teased her opening there.
“Is this where you want me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
I gave her my fingers where she wanted them. She rocked forward, then away from me, pushing them in deeper each time. I wondered what it was like for her.
“Tell me how it feels,” I said.
“Full,” was all she could manage to say.
“Do you like being full?”
The answer was a loud moan, and her hardest push back into my fingers yet. I could tell she was ready.
“Lay on your tummy for me.”
She rolled off of me, and I coated myself with the lube to make sure she’d be comfortable.
I covered her body with mine, my legs on either side of hers, my chest touching her back.
When I carefully entered her, she moaned my name.
“Jake.”
I took it easy this time. The last leg of a sex marathon is always the best, because it lasts the longest. Not as frantic for each other as we’d been before, I went slowly, letting her feel every inch of me.
Her face was turned to the side, so saw every beautiful expression of ecstasy that crossed it.
I tenderly kissed the soft skin of her overheated cheek, and balanced myself on one elbow so that I could run my fingers through her hair as I moved in and out of her with deep strokes.
“You feel amazing...you’re so amazing,” she breathed.
“That’s it,” I said through my teeth when I felt her body shake, and tense up beneath me. As I let go, a few more little tremors rolled through her body.
She let her body relax with a sigh. “Oh, shit.”
I sighed as well, and got on my side next to her. She stayed right where she was, happily exhausted.
“Whew! We might have to take the morning off!” I said.
She gave me an exaggerated frown.
“Or not,” I corrected.
She grinned so wide it made her eyes squeeze shut, I laughed softly.
“I’ll miss it here,” she murmured. “Can we come back someday?”
“For sure,” I said.
She yawned. “I do miss the kids though.”
“Me too.”
“Kiss me goodnight,” she demanded.
I gave her a quick peck.
“No, make it a good one!” she said.
So I pulled her closer and gave her the long, deep kiss she wanted. I would never, ever tire of her soft lips and playful tongue, not in one hundred years.

A/N: Whew indeed!
Hopefully the first half of this answered some questions some of you may have had. More will be answered soon.
What do you think Anthony’s secret magazine is? I do have something specific in mind. Most guys are probably lying when they say they read the articles, but Anthony totally would haha. Oh my though, what would Nessie think!
Til next time, be safe ;)
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