Change

Edward

It was always going to be this way. Me giving into temptation and desire, thirsting for that sweet release the second I had her in my clutches. I knew that the smell of her hair, the feel of her warm skin, the way her body moved with every step she took, I knew it would all force me to become the monster I was born to be. We'd only been back in Forks a few weeks and it was my painful weakness, and absolute loathing to admit that I had given in. Given in to the long-desired temptation that had been building up inside of me. It left me feeling weak and pathetic, to be stood here, holding her head while she knelt upon the floor, her empty eyes gazing back at me. The only question burning through my mind in that exact moment was, why Jessica?

"Mmph," She grunted, pulling her head back and with it, her sweet 17-year-old lips that had been wrapped smoothly around the thick girth of my cock, gasping a breath as she said, "Yeesh, pull my hair tighter Edward, it's only attached to my head after all,"

"Oh, sorry," I breathed, releasing my grip upon her lovely brown locks, hoping she'd see the apology in my eyes. Sadly, all she saw was her cue to get back to work, and like a whore with decades of skill, she wrapped her firm, plump lips around my cold cock, and sucked it with a passion.

I'd never gone for the girl next-door type before. I always thought that if I gave in to the temptation of breaking my vow of celibacy, I'd have someone of substance, of brain and education to pleasure me this way. Jessica was not stupid, but she was naïve and young in the ways that made every thought in her head so superficial. Her wet mouth continued to glide along my cock, her tongue circling the tip and probing the fore-skin, then gagging herself, when she pushed it all the way to her throat, all the while her mind filled with triumphant thoughts of victory. Even here, in the boy's toilet of Forks high-school, her short skirt hiked up, her blouse open and bra ripped, she was thinking about how badly she wanted to tell Lauren about this. That she, Jessica Stanley, had been the one to conquer me, had been the one to finally taste me long before any other girl could. I thought about stopping her, I thought about wanting to take the phone away (she was using it to film herself while sucking me, the skill was impressive, but invasive,) but I couldn't, I'd been denying myself this for over a century, and it was finally time that I got mine.

"Jessica, I'm, I'm going to," But my warning wasn't nearly as quick as I would have liked it to be, she'd been going solid for a full 15 minutes and finally, it was time for me to feel that release. Her head was bobbing back and forth so fast, that I wondered if she was part demon, she kept her phone aloft with one hand, while the other was wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking fast and hard, she was moaning, she was begging with her purrs and moans and so suddenly I was, "JESUS!" The explosion that erupted inside of me had felt like 80+ years of sexual repression finally shooting free. I counted the amount of times my dick spasmed, each time it shot a glob of hot cum at the teenaged girl. Jessica was moaning, giggling and lapping at my spout hungrily, purposely covering her face and chest with my cum. For a few moments she was silent and panting, then, once she'd stopped the video, took a few selfies of herself covered in cum, the last one being of her licking my dick clean.

"Well," She said, smacking her lips together like she'd just finished a well-cooked meal, "You're the best I've ever tasted, so sweet and creamy," She added, as if these compliments were supposed to make me feel better.

She leapt to her feet and started to fix herself, her thoughts so casual and yet focused on all the wrong things. She wasn't wondering if I'd call her, or if we should start dating. She was already dating Mike Newton, but from all I saw in her mind, he was blissfully unaware of how active his girlfriend was sexually. The only thing she was doing now, was texting Lauren asking to meet, while adding one of her cum covered pictures below the words. Once she deemed herself suitable to step out of the cubicle, she left me standing there with my dick hanging out, shirt ripped open and a confused look on my face, while she went to the mirror to fix her make-up.

"We should do this again, I mean, you're bigger than Tyler, last longer to," She told me, casually reapplying her lipstick, "I bet you'd be able to make me scream all night in the back of the Volvo of yours,"

I didn't really know what to say, I was still so stunned at how easy going she was about this. There wasn't a hint of passion in her now, not a single ounce of desire, she felt no love for me, and it was surprise to me that it didn't hurt. I thought that being used this way would be awful, that I'd never want her or any woman again. Instead, it only made me want more.

"You've got my number yeah?" She asked, finally turning to face me. I cleared my expression and nodded, she mistook my silence for being impressed and overwhelmed by her skill, but in all honesty, I was resisting the urge to rape her. Not a side of me I liked, but it was the best way to describe the impulse I was feeling, right now I could take her and she wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to stop me, "Good, I'll find time to sneak away from Mike again, but, be aware, I think Lauren might want a taste when she learns how fucking good your dick is," Then with one last giggle, she turned and skipped out of the room, playing back her blow-job in the back of her mind.

Once alone, I tried to think how it was I ended up here. I knew how exactly, it had taken no work what so ever to convince Jessica to come away with me, even less convincing to her get on her knee's. My first kiss had been with her, the first time I touched a woman with her, and she was the first to "finish me off" As Emmet would so creatively call it. The odd thing was, none of this meant anything to me, I should have felt used, but it was me using Jessica, and she was lovely and perfect, why should I have needed to worry? There wasn't a single thing on this earth that could have ruined this moment for me.

"Why you dirty little man-whore,"

The giggle that followed those ever so judging words caused my whole body to tense up, both with frustration and annoyance. I knew she would have been watching, and I also now knew that she hadn't been very far from the toilet while it was all taking place. Alice, the little nympho that she was, had been only a few doors down with her eyes closed and her hand down her panties, enjoying the show that Jessica and I were putting on for her, through the wonderful talent of her visions. It was only a second later that her head popped round the cubicle door, admiring my bare chest and exposed manhood.

"Are you really planning to torture me over this?" I asked her, I really hoped she was beyond this kind of evil. I was so defeated by her sudden appearance that I shut the lid of the toilet down, and slumped onto it lazily, while looking up as she presented her skinny frame to me.

"No, I'm just going to judge your choice of firsts," She said, sounding highly disappointed that I picked Jessica over her and Rosalie. As beautiful as my sisters are, I had the feeling Emmet would have objected to such a request of his wife, and I was under the impression that Alice was still reeling from the loss of Jasper. It was upon closer inspection of her thoughts, that this was not the case.

"It just happened," I sighed, "I saw her standing there and something came over me," I said, hoping to give some explanation for my rash actions.

"It was you that came over her I think," She giggled, stepping further into the cubicle and looking down at me with a soft gaze. Alice was indeed, truly pretty, her hair was now in a cute black bob, she was wearing her white blouse that showed the black bra through it, along with tight pants and walking shoes, her body was perfection to say the least, and with these new eyes I could begin to appreciate it.

"Yeah, and soon the whole school will know about it," I frowned, wondering if this was going to come under our privacy laws.

"No, just her sad little group of sluts," Alice promised, and she allowed me to know who would be told about this. It would only be a handful of girls, most of them close friends of Jessica's, for some reason she was going to tell Mike's mother, then I was treated to the images of Jessica and Mrs Newton, both naked, writhing in pleasure.

"She really does get around," I said, feeling that much smaller and forcing myself to push those thoughts aside, simply so I could focus on this new way of thinking.

"As far as I can tell, the only person that girl isn't banging, is her actual boyfriend," Alice told me, rolling her eyes and lifting my chin, "I can see the change in you, but it doesn't mean you have to be like her,"

I knew how most of my family lived their lives. Alice with her constant need to watch the explicit, erotic and sometimes incestual desires, that belonged to the townsfolk of Forks Washington. Rosalie and Emmet, their open-door policy, and how most people they came across were targets for their lustful games. The only version of normality I knew of love was from Esme and Carlisle. This wasn't saying much, considering they only posed as a married couple for public purposes. Esme was a true lover of the same sex, something that Alice enjoyed regularly. I was yet to find my own means of exploring my sexuality, but as I looked up at my adopted sister and she saw the question before I asked it, I knew I didn't need to say a single word for her to know what I wished for now.

"Well, I suppose it is my duty as your older sister to teach you a thing or two," She said with a new giggle, one that was naughtier, more appealing to my ears.

And as she shed herself of all clothing with just a few rips, she slammed the cubicle door shut and came upon me like a wild beast. Eventually we ended up in the back of my car, when the destruction of the toilet had become to much, we fucked in every possible way that her horny little mind could think up, even continuing our ravishing once we were home, choosing to stay in the forest and rip down tree's, disturb the wild-life and not for one moment, allow ourselves to even breath without screaming in pleasure. It was all of this and more that made the change complete, and when morning came, I was a new man ready for a new life. My lust was strong, my desire fierce and it could not be matched, no matter how hard my sister tried.