A collab brought to you by myself and Jasper1863Hale. My plot bunny I've been holding onto for a year, brought to life in a three-part story. (it is complete, so it will update regularly)
Both I and Jasper1863Hale would like to express our gratitude to Harrytwifan, for being so kind as to take the time to beta this story. Thank you.
We would also like to remind readers that this story comes from our seedy little minds, it's fiction based, and we in no way encourage or condone relations between students and teachers/professors.
Also, all recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, there is no copyright infringement intended.
Breaking A Taboo
Jasper's POV
Fucking bitch! Her words echoed in my head, "But if you don't clean my room, I'll just have to have a little chat with dear old Mom and Dad. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
She knew she had me by the balls. Glancing down at said balls, I silently apologized to them and promised that they would get some release after I dealt with the Queen's room.
The "Queen" was none other than my twin sister, Rosalie. Nothing but a lazy, frigid, attention whore. She was "Mommy and Daddy's little Princess" and the school's answer to their own version of a goddess. Everyone, and I mean everyone, kissed her ass; including the teachers. She had her own boyfriend so tied up in knots he didn't know whether he was coming or going half the time.
My mind froze on that image and played it in slow motion. Emmett coming toward me with a full view of his gorgeous body, and going; allowing me to watch that perfect ass flex with each step. Even better...Emmett tied up in knots. My cock liked that idea too, and immediately perked up. I knew technically it was wrong to want to have that boy fuck me, but I couldn't give a shit about propriety. My sister didn't deserve someone like him. It was really too fucking bad he's straight.
It was thanks to my overactive imagination and libido, I was in this predicament. The Ice Queen was lucky enough to walk in on me wanking to a menswear magazine. From then on, my life had been hell with her. She discovered my sexuality and didn't hesitate to use it to her advantage. There was no way my parents would accept a gay son. So here I was, toeing the line, and at her every beck and call. A slave to the biggest cunt I've ever known. Being gay, it wasn't saying much. Still, in my opinion, she had to be at the top of the list.
For a long time, it seemed as though she had the upper hand on me. If I wanted to keep my hide intact, then I had to do whatever she said, to have her keep my secret from our parents. It was a living nightmare, one that I wished would consume me completely, rather than attempting to wake up from it.
I consoled myself with only one thing - I had seen more of her boyfriend's cock than she had.
It helped that Emmett and I shared a few classes together in college, and since the student body assumed that he was boning my sister, naturally we became friends. However, there was no time that I liked to be his friend more, than after our classes were over for the day. That's when he attended his football practice. How better to see him than sweating in tight, white pants and bulging muscles? I signed up for the track team, just so that I could watch him train, since the sessions coincided with each other.
It was following a particularly wet training session when things began to take a change in direction.
It was raining heavily, but that didn't encourage any of the coaches to call an end to practice. I kept my feet trudging on and on around the track, while now and then peeking at the soaking, muddy guys on the grass in the center. With their helmets on, it was difficult to make out who was who, but that made for plenty of wondrous ogling.
When time was finally called, we were all relieved at the prospect of getting out of the weather and into something warm and dry. I gasped for breath, resting my hands on my hips as I stretched my back muscles. Before I could make it even halfway to the locker rooms, my coach called on me.
"Hale!" His voice barked over to me from where he stood, protected beneath the overhang of the building. "Your time was down; you can stay behind and help collect the balls."
He jabbed his thumb towards the center of the field, where only two guys still remained; a player and the football coach. I didn't want to remain behind. I wanted to hit the showers and get some feeling back into my numb skin, but I knew that arguing would be pointless and the sooner the chore was done, the better.
I jogged across the track and to the field, stamping my feet deliberately as I went, to get the blood flowing again. Through the sheeting rain, I noticed when I came to a stop that the player had removed his helmet, and it was Emmett. He grinned his usual dimples when he saw me and held out his fist. I bumped it with my own in greeting, then turned to his coach.
"I've been told to stay behind and help clear up," I managed to get out through chattering teeth. The mix of sweating and the rain left me as cold as a popsicle .
"Better you than me. Fine, you can help McCarty finish up." He turned without another word and disappeared in a flash into the shelter of the buildings.
"Damn, Jay, what did you do to land yourself out here for longer than necessary?" Emmett smirked, as he lifted a large hand to rub the rain from out of his eyes.
"Apparently, my time was down." I shrugged, then bent down to pick up one of the muddy footballs. "But lucky me gets to toss your balls around."
I grinned at the double entendre, and lobbed the ball towards him. I had only taken up track to give me an excuse to watch the football practice. Otherwise, my skill at sports was dismal. The ball only sailed a couple of feet, before it slumped back into the mud nowhere near him. He laughed at my attempt, then scooped it up and added it to the large equipment bag.
"Less tossing, more hitting your target, then the sooner we can hit the showers. I'm so fucking cold, I think my nuts have turned blue." He gave a deliberate rub at said nuts, which helped to warm my own as the blood suddenly rushed to that area.
I considered cracking some more testicle jokes, but he was right about the cold and we worked quickly to get the equipment gathered and put away. Even with the two of us working at it, by the time we were out of the rain and in the locker room, most of the guys were already clean and redressing, ready to leave for the day.
Emmett made quick work of throwing his muddy football uniform aside onto a bench, then gathered his towel and toiletries and headed straight in for a shower. Compared to the other guys in the room, I felt like a pipsqueak. I wasn't exactly short, in fact, I was taller than two of the players, but they overshadowed me with sheer muscle mass.
Despite feeling as though my fingers and toes would drop off at any moment, I forced myself to wait until the locker room was almost empty, before peeling off my soaked clothes and exchanging them for a towel around my waist. The hesitation made for extra ogling time, but none were the person I wanted to view.
When I finally entered the showers, Emmett was the only guy left inside. I hung my towel on a hook against the back wall, treating myself to a peek of his firm ass, watching as the suds from his shower gel washed down the length of his spine and disappeared into the valley between his taut cheeks.
It wasn't the first time that we'd showered together, but there was usually a few more guys in the area at the time. The thought of being completely alone with Emmett soon had Jay Junior perking up; my third eye wanted to get a glimpse of him, too.
It took a lot of thinking of my grandma in order to keep him down enough to avoid embarrassment. However, it was harder to get my eyes to behave themselves. They dropped for a hasty glance at his cock, as I stepped under the jets of water beside him.
The water felt great on my chilled skin and helped to wash away the dirt and sweat from running track. Realizing that I forgot my shower gel, I turned to Emmett, not the least bit worried about him seeing me full frontal.
"Hey, Em, can I use some of your soap? I left mine in my locker," I asked, hopeful that he'd say yes, so that I could be surrounded by his scent for the rest of the day. I loved the smell of his gel, though it didn't compare to his natural manliness.
"Yeah, sure." He bent down and retrieved the bottle from the floor, holding it out to me.
"So, what you got planned for tonight?" I asked, if only to make some form of a conversation as I scrubbed the liquid all over my skin, and took deep lungfuls of the scent.
"I think Rosie wanted to head into town and catch a movie." He didn't exactly sound too thrilled by that. "Some chick flick, no doubt. I'm hoping we can get some back row seats and if there's some romance, maybe she'll get frisky." He grinned.
I knew how badly he wanted to finally get with the mega-bitch, but she was just playing him like a violin, pulling his strings tightly as she waited for him to snap. The good thing about being his friend, and me being gay, was that he didn't feel weird about discussing his lack of exploits with my evil twin. Hence, I knew that he hadn't even been granted enough free reign as to finger her yet, let alone anything else.
"Knowing Rose, that's highly doubtful, Emmett. When are you going to realize that she's such a bitch? I would call her a user, but that only counts if she even lets you do things to her before pushing you away. Her motives are all fucked up." I shook my head, then turned under the spray of water to rinse off.
Emmett looked disbelieving for a minute, and then sort of resolute. "I know, but I really like her. This is going to sound pretty crude to say about your sister, but I like the challenge of it. Well, part of me does." As he said that, he grabbed his flaccid cock and gave a tug or two.
"Dude, you're much better off trying to find someone else to drain those balls for you. My tease of a sister isn't going to offer anytime soon." My mouth began to water at the thought of taking him between my lips and doing just that.
"Jasper, it's not that simple. I really do like Rose; part of me I think even loves her. I can't just go off with some other chick. Besides, they all want relationships, not a quick fuck for mutual release." He didn't even realize he was still jerking on his cock as he spoke.
My own dick was attempting to stand at attention. I didn't give a shit if he saw. Soaping my hands up, I acted like I was finishing washing myself and decided to see how he'd react.
Cleaning my now stiff cock, I breathed, "You're not exactly getting a fuck from my sister, either." I blatantly jerked on my aching flesh for his eyes to see.
Emmett's eyes grew huge and his breathing quickened. I waited to see the disgust appear in his eyes, but it never came. All I saw was excitement and lust.
I took that as a green light to take this fantasy of mine further and make it reality.
Watching for a negative reaction, I stepped forward, while still pulling on my length. His wide, shocked eyes followed my every motion. They lingered longer than necessary down below.
"So, a mutual release, huh? No expectations? I'm game if you are." I smirked, as I gave him a little of the Hale charm - Rosalie wasn't the only flirt in the family.
His eyes grew impossibly wider and he did a rather impressive imitation of a fish, as he floundered for what to say.
Not giving a fuck anymore and going for the gold, I trailed a path with my fingertips up his hardened cock. A small gasp, that then turned into a moan, escaped him as I circled the mushroom shaped head.
Emmett's half lidded eyes closed as I fully gripped him in my hand. His soft, yet hard as steel skin turned me on even further. How many times had I dreamed of this, or had my release to exactly this scenario?
I didn't know if this was going to be a one time thing or not. Either way, I was going to make the most of it.
As I firmed my grip a little further, a weak groan rumbled in his throat, increasing my confidence by the second. With a slight twist of my wrist, I stroked my hand down towards his pubic hair, my fingers curled under in anticipation of tickling his balls.
Before my fingertips could make contact, his hips began to retreat and I feared that I was losing him. As suddenly as he began to draw back, he pushed forward once more, and I realized he was rocking into my hand. It was slight, hardly noticeable, as though he surprised himself with the small motion.
"Feels good, doesn't it? To finally have someone else's hand on you, besides your own," I teased him.
Emmett paused, looking unsure of what he was doing or where he even was.
Me and my big damn mouth.
Emmett shakily replied, "I don't know about this man. I'm not gay for one, and you're my girlfriend's twin brother for two."
I knew he was slipping away and I had to act quickly if this whole thing was going to happen. "Well fuck, man, who said you were gay? This is all about feeling, and as you put it, release."
Sighing, he still looked unsure, but bit his lip and nodded anyway. That was all I needed. I grabbed the shower gel and soaped both of my hands thoroughly. Just before grasping that delicious looking cock, I said, "Just relax and enjoy. This is no strings attached and certainly not a relationship - we'll leave that shit to the women."
My fingers now wrapped around him, I first focused on doing all the things that I loved being done to me. With my movements slow at first and then building in speed, my thumb massaged the head, the pad curled under to stimulate the sensitive nerves beneath.
"Fuck. So good," he gasped. As his hips jerked forward for more, a shudder vibrated through every inch of his body. For one so strong, his legs appeared to buckle, and he braced his hands to my shoulders for support.
The sudden movement caught me by surprise, as he unintentionally pushed my back to the tiles beneath the spray of water. He followed my step to keep the constant connection, so my hand didn't falter its attentions to his body.
The unbalance could have only lasted a second or two, but it was enough for Emmett to pine for more. A soft cry slipped from his throat as he began to lightly thrust into my hand. The slight exertion from him showed how much he wanted, or needed the release, as he started to chase it. I tightened my fist around his length, and gave an almost painful squeeze to shock him so he'd stop.
"Hold on there, man. There's no rush. Let me do the work and you just enjoy the release," I said, with an added squeeze to enforce my words. His hips stopped moving immediately.
My own aching cock demanded attention. Anything sexual and Jasper Junior was always ready to go. The fact that I was jerking off my bitch of a sister's boyfriend, and a man that I found sexy as hell, just upped how erotic this was.
With my hand still heavily soaped, and Emmett a mere few inches from me, the tips of our cocks almost touched without him realizing. Dragging myself from the cold tiles, I stepped up until our lengths were side by side, and extended my hand to accommodate them both.
Barely fitting around the girth of us both, I squeezed our dicks to increase the friction. The feel of our silken skin rubbing together caused us to moan rather loudly. If we weren't in the heat of the moment, we would've been concerned about others hearing.
Emmett's blunt nails dug into my shoulders as the pleasure increased with each pump of my hand. Enjoying the power I was wielding over this giant of a man made me want to draw more of those noises out of him. My other hand made it's way down to our balls, lightly teasing us both.
His legs continued to tremble, his head thrown back with an expression of ecstasy on his face. I could tell from his increased breaths that he wasn't going to last much longer. Each flick of my wrist, each gasp and grunt from his throat, was the prologue to his building release.
That thought obscured the last of my resolve and I quickened my hand, wanting us to cum together, so I wouldn't be left behind. Spraying each other at the same time had always been the closing feature to my fantasies of him.
The coil tightened in my stomach with each pass of my hand. My muscles ached, but I barely noticed. Emmett was trying desperately to hold on, to prolong the torture. His nails dug harsher into my shoulders, and the pain only increased the building white heat as it dragged me closer. My fingers pushed against the sweet spot under his sack, making him whimper, his mouth dropping open in an almost silent scream.
His hot cum spilled onto my hand and sprayed my stomach as his orgasm built in intensity. Seeing him lose himself pushed me over the edge as well. The tension in me snapped and I came all over my hand and his cock. I pumped more and reveled in the slick sounds our dicks made with the added lube.
That experience with Emmett was far more amazing than my mind ever visualized it to be.
My concern about it being a one time only offer was fairly short-lived. That night, Emmett texted me to say that I was right; Rose shunned any attempt from him for a little friskiness in the back of the movie theater. His message signed off with a 'thanks for the release'.
The following week. after running track, I noticed that he lingered deliberately in order to be the last on the field with me again. I didn't need to ask why he did it, as it was clear in his eyes what he was building himself up to ask me.
My answer had to be 'no'. At least not on campus again; it was too risky. As exciting as the thought was that I was screwing over my sister without her knowledge, I wasn't willing to be caught in the act, lose my place in college, and worse still...have my parents hear about it.
For about two months following that exploit in the shower, Emmett was basically at my beck and call. It began as a way for him to drain his balls without the girly relationship shit, since Rose did nothing to empty them for him. Soon enough, it took only a specific look in Emmett's eyes for me to know when he wanted me.
To begin with, that look would set my cock hardening in a millisecond. The more frequently it happened, the lust started to wear off. Even after the first month, when he wanted something more than just a jerk or blow job, and I let him fuck me for the first time, it was becoming tedious to me.
My problem wasn't Emmett, or the fact that we were out in the trees behind campus most of the time to avoid discovery. It was just me and my need to experience something new; something more taboo than my sister's boyfriend.
As I sorted my books in my bag, ready to face another grueling day of classes, my hand lingered on my history book for longer than was necessary. Images flashed before my eyes - blond hair, paler than mine, and eyes the color of cobalt blue.
Yes, much more taboo...
Professor Cullen.
As I sat in the stadium seating in Professor Cullen's class, his appearance struck me once more. His blond hair and fit physique, not to mention his classic features, could easily fool you into thinking he was much younger than he was. His thirty-three years were well hidden, except for the fact that he was not only a professor, but the head of the entire History Department. It was an impressive feat for a man his age. The way he carried himself with such confidence just made him that much more tempting and sexy.
Standing there addressing the class, his sapphire eyes roamed over each student with an intensity that shook most. All it did to me was turn me the fuck on.
Our eyes locked, and I let the tension flow from me. I gave him the Hale smirk, and ran the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip. His mouth parted slightly as he took in a sharp breath at my actions. Knowing I had his full attention, I bit my bottom lip and gave him a wink. That startled him out of his daze, and with red cheeks, he turned his attention elsewhere.
It never failed to entertain me during class; his reactions far more interesting than hearing about the American Civil War or the Great Depression. I turned it into my little game, to see how many times I could get him to blush, or swallow hard, while attempting to deliver his lecture. The record still stood at four times in one hour; I would beat my best.
As fun as my time-passing game had become, and as hot as my lecturer was, I knew that it was the mother of all forbidden fruit and that it was just wishful thinking. It was a case of being able to look, and in my case, tease, but not touch...
Except myself, of course.
