If Loving You Is Wrong

If Loving You Is Wrong

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


Warning: this is a Jason/Emily story. Even though they are not biologically related, it may be a line some of you don’t want to cross. If so, turn back now. You have been warned.
A/N Zander never existed. Emily is a senior in high school, and has been in love with Nikolas for as long as she can remember. He, however, only cares about her as a friend. Jason is not currently involved with anyone. For Aly, who said this was “ew” but promised to read it anyway. Thanks for encouraging me to walk on the wild side.


Emily was hysterical by the time she got to Kelly’s after leaving the cottage. It had taken her days to work up the courage to ask Nikolas to go to the prom with her. But, when she got to his place, she saw him and Gia through the window. They were doing it right there on the floor, in front of the fireplace.

Too ashamed to go inside Kelly’s with tears still streaming down her face, Emily headed down to the pier, hiding behind some pilings and bawling for all she was worth. Hearing footsteps coming toward her, she tried to be quiet, but there was no silencing her broken heart. “Emily, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

Recognizing Jason’s voice, Emily stood up and launched herself into his arms. “I was going to ask Nikolas to the prom, but he’s with Gia at the cottage. They were …” Her voice broke off as the deluge began once more, and Jason pressed her face into his chest, soothing her with the warmth of his body. “Now I don’t have a date for the prom,” she continued, pulling away from him slightly so she could speak. “My senior year, and I’m going to miss the prom.”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider letting me be your escort?”

Emily frowned at his suggestion. “You hate wearing a tux.”

“But I love making you happy.”

“You would do that for me?”

Jason smiled at her indulgently, wondering what he would do without her in his life. “I would do anything for you, sweetheart.”

“It would be amazing to have you as my date, Jason. All the other girls would be so jealous.”

“Do you have a dress already?”

“No, I wanted to wait and see what Nikolas … well, you know.”

“Then I suggest we go shopping. Are you up for it?”

“Now?” she squealed. “Oh, Jason, you’re the best.”

It took them three hours to find a dress they both liked, but it was well worth the effort. Jason could hardly believe how beautiful Emily looked, standing in front of him in the strapless lavender, organza gown adorned with tiny, sparkling crystals. “It’s the one, Jason. Please say you agree with me.”

“I agree with you,” he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling affectionately at her.

“The sales lady said they have shoes to match as well.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and take care of that while I get fitted for my tux.”

“Okay, thanks again for all of this, Jason. It’s like a dream come true.”

“Nothing is too good for you, Em.”

Counting down the days to the prom, Emily could hardly contain her enthusiasm when the eighth of May finally rolled around. As a special treat, Jason had hired a hairdresser and a makeup artist to attend to her at the house. She spent the morning taking a long bubble bath, making sure to moisturize her skin thoroughly with lotion when she got out. Donning a robe, she grabbed a quick sandwich, and then ran upstairs to brush her teeth before the stylists arrived.

Several hours later, she was modeling her outfit for her parents as Alan shot half a roll of film, saving the rest for pictures of Jason and Emily together. She felt like Cinderella, going to the ball with the prince. Every detail was perfection. The color of her nail polish and lipstick complemented the dress to a tee, and her eyes were strikingly highlighted with violet liner and brown/black mascara, giving her a wide-eyed, innocent look.

Jason showed up in a limo, much to her delight. He slid the corsage he brought on to her wrist and graciously agreed to her request to pose for pictures, even though he didn’t have much to say to Alan and Monica. Ten minutes later they were on the road. Jason tried to talk to her on the way, but Emily was too nervous to respond. When the limo pulled up in front of the hotel, he waited for the driver to open his door and then walked around to the other side, holding his arm out to Emily.

It was a fairy tale entrance, with everyone clamoring to get a good look at the couple, and Emily soaked it all in, knowing she would probably never have another moment like that, except, perhaps, at her wedding. Elizabeth and Lucky came over to say hello, and then she and Jason hit the dance floor. For the next two hours, they hardly sat down. Knowing how much Jason hated to dance, Emily really appreciated the way he was going above and beyond the call of duty for her.

Taking a much needed restroom break while he got them some punch, Emily was just about to exit the stall when she heard the nasty remarks.

“Can you believe Emily Quartermaine showed up here with her brother? How lame is that? You can see he’s bored out of his mind.”

“Yeah, why would a man like that want to hang out with a little girl like her? I guess she’s still crying her heart out over her prince and he felt sorry for her. Poor baby.”

“She’s probably never even been kissed. What a loser.”

Emily stayed in the bathroom so long that Jason got worried, sending Elizabeth to check on her. One look at her friend’s face, and Elizabeth knew something was wrong.

“What happened, Emily?”

“You better not talk to me, Elizabeth. They might think you’re a loser too.” Running out the door without an explanation, Emily found Jason and begged him to take her home.

“But, Emily,” he protested, “you were having a great time.”

“Well, I’m not anymore.”

Nothing he said could change her mind, so they left. On the way back home, Jason had an idea. Lowering the glass between the driver and the back of the limo, he gave the man new directions and leaned back with a smile. “How about we have our own party?”

Not wanting to face her parents, Emily readily agreed. She figured he was taking her to the penthouse, so it wasn’t a surprise when the limo parked in the garage under Jason’s building. Grabbing three bottles of champagne and a bottle of wine, he walked with her to the elevator, wishing he could do something to cheer her up.

When they got to the penthouse, he let her in and then went to put on some music. “Dance with me,” he commanded, refusing to take no for an answer.

Emily rested her head on his chest, drawing comfort from the solid warmth of his body. “Why are you so good to me?”

“Because I love you, and you deserve it.”

“I’m sorry to take up your Saturday night this way. You probably could have had a hot date.”

“I do have a hot date.”

“Don’t tease me,” Emily whispered, her lips trembling as she tilted her head back and looked at him.

“I’m not teasing, Emily. Any man would be lucky to spend an evening with you.”

Suddenly becoming conscious of his fingers drawing circles on her bare back, Emily moaned and brushed her body against his, lost in the madness of the moment. When his cock hardened in reaction, Jason shoved her away from him, appalled by his response. Retreating to a safe distance across the room, he reached for a bottle of champagne pouring them each a glass.

“Aren’t you contributing to the delinquency of a minor?” Emily grinned.

“The drinking age is bullshit. It used to be eighteen, and they never should have changed it. It boggles my mind how the government can consider people old enough to go off to war and die, but still not old enough to drink a beer.”

Emily tasted the bubbly liquid with some hesitation, surprised to find that she liked it, a lot. Taking a seat on the sofa, she proceeded to discuss politics, religion and philosophy with Jason, and, within a short period of time, one of the bottles was empty. He opened a second one and poured them another glass.

“How about a game of pool?” Jason proposed.

“You know I’m a lousy pool player.”

“Come on,” he coaxed, pulling her to her feet. “I’ll help you.”

Racking the balls quickly, Jason selected a pool cue and handed it to her. “I don’t know what to do with this thing,” Emily said.

Coming up from behind, Jason wrapped his arms around her and grabbed the stick. “Hold it like this.” He showed her where to put her hands, and how to position the cue on the table. “That’s right, except loosen your fingers a little. Good.”

For the next half hour, they drank and played pool, or rather she attempted to play, with Jason’s help. By the time the second bottle of champagne was empty, Emily was feeling more than a little buzzed. She started wriggling her body around in Jason’s arms every time he assisted her with a shot. It was obvious that he didn’t mind because he pressed closer to her on each occasion, his breath hot on her neck.

After a particularly difficult shot where the ball hovered near the pocket before dropping in, Emily spun around and hooked her hands around his neck, her tits bouncing against his chest as she jumped up and down. “I made it, Jason. I made it.”

He was so hard, it felt like his dick was going to break off, and, suddenly, Jason couldn’t take anymore. One arm slid around her tiny waist, urging her closer to him, and his other hand tangled itself in her hair, tilting her head back to receive his kiss. Despite his apprehension, on some level, regarding what he was about to do, Jason didn’t rush things. Emily got the complete and total package.

She enjoyed the sweet anticipation of her first kiss as his lips slowly came down on hers. He could sense her innocence, and it tempered the urge he had to ravage her. Instead, his mouth teased hers, tasting her like she was a delicate flower, delicious yet fragile. Her lips opened to him without any pressure, and he brushed his tongue against hers, reveling in the tiny shudder he felt go through her.

When she moaned into the kiss, Jason could no longer control himself, and his tongue plundered her mouth, taking what he wanted and demanding a response. To his amazement, Emily gave him one, her tongue dueling with his for control. In an instant, what little restraint he had left was gone, and he took her mouth the way he would an experienced woman’s. By the time he pulled away again, her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

“Emily,” he sighed. “This is so wrong.”

“Don’t, Jason. You know we’re not biologically related. And, if this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.”

“Sweet girl, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes, I do. I want you to be my first, Jason. I’m tired of waiting, but I don’t want to do it with just anyone. I want it to be with someone I love. And there’s no one I love more than you.”

“We may not be related, but I’ve been your brother for years.”

“I want you to be more than that, even if it’s only for tonight.”

“It’s not that straightforward, Emily.”

“Sure, it is. Don’t you want me?”

Her question, uttered with childlike simplicity, prompted him to take her hand and pull it to the front of his pants. “More than I want my next breath.”

“Then take me, Jason. Make me yours. If you want things to go back to the way they were afterwards, that’s okay. But give me tonight.”

“Honey, I’ve had a fair bit to drink. I don’t think I have the control right now to make love to a virgin.”

“So, don’t make love to me. Fuck me instead.”

The sound of that word coming from Emily’s mouth steamrolled over all his objections, and Jason slid his hand down her back, lowering the zipper on her dress. The bodice fell forward, revealing her naked breasts to him, inducing him to lean her back over the pool table so that her puckered nipples were directly in front of his face. He pulled the right one into his mouth and suckled like a baby, before lashing it roughly with his tongue. When Jason was convinced it couldn’t get any harder, he repeated his actions on the other side.

Emily’s nails lightly scratched his scalp as she clutched his head to her chest, inflaming his desire with her breathy moans as she chanted his name. Needing more, Jason lifted her back up to her feet and worked the dress down over her hips. It fell to the floor, and he sat her on the edge of the pool table so he could retrieve it, laying it carefully across the back of the desk chair.

Her face looked shy and uncertain, making him think she had changed her mind, but the sight of her ruefully glancing down at her white cotton panties let him know otherwise. “I didn’t think I’d be … I mean, I would have worn something more exciting if I’d known …”

“Actually, all those lacey things from places like Victoria’s Secret, they’re really just for women. Most guys I know, me included, think there is nothing sexier than plain white cotton panties.”

“Are you telling me that to make me feel better?”

“No, it’s true. Maybe it’s because they symbolize innocence or something. I don’t know; I’ve never tried to analyze it before.”

Feeling more confident, Emily leaned forward and started unbuttoning his shirt. Jason had long since discarded his jacket and tie, and his sleeves were already unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. She finished with his shirt, her tiny hands pushing the material off his shoulders and down each arm, leaving him in a white cotton tee shirt. Wanting to feel her hands on his chest, Jason pulled the undershirt over his head, revealing golden-hued skin covering taut, well-defined muscles.

“You’re so tan,” Emily sighed, thinking that he looked like a living, breathing Adonis.

“I had to spend a couple of weeks on the island last month. The work was mostly at night, so I was able to soak up some rays during the day.”

Tired of talking, Jason pushed her back down on the pool table and spread her legs. His fingers brushed between her legs, discovering the dampness that had already saturated the thin material protecting what was left of her modesty. “You’re wet, sweetie.”

“I know,” she whispered, embarrassed by her body’s reaction.

“Have you ever fantasized about me before?” he asked, longing to know what turned her on.

She sputtered indignantly and refused to answer, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. Locating her clit through her panties, Jason rubbed it firmly, quickly building her excitement up to a fever pitch before pulling his hand away with a smirk. “Tell me, Emily.”

“Yes, damn it. I’ve fantasized about you. Does that make you happy?”

“That depends. What were you doing at the time?” Her face turned bright red, and she shook her head at him, mortified by his question. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“I was masturbating,” she admitted in a shaky voice.

“With what?”

“My vibrator, or, sometimes, my fingers.”

“What did you imagine me doing?”

“My favorite fantasy is when you finger me until I come, and then you eat me out.”

With his blue eyes staring intently into her brown ones, Jason lifted her hips just enough to slide her panties down her legs. Before he dropped them to the floor, he buried his face in the crotch and took a deep breath, eagerly inhaling her scent. Emily was sobbing in anticipation as Jason ran two fingers along the length of her slit, smiling when he felt how wet she was. Her legs widened in response, and he eased his middle finger into her small opening, pressing steadily until it was buried in her virgin cunt.

“Damn, you’re tight,” Jason swore, trying to resist the urge to yank his finger out and slam his cock into her instead. He worked in another finger, and then began to scissor them, stretching her tender flesh as best he could. When he had loosened her up some, Jason fingerfucked her hard and fast, brushing his thumb across her clit at the same time. Emily climaxed in almost no time, her muscles convulsing wildly as she cried out his name.

Not giving her any time to recover, Jason pulled his fingers out and bent over the table, balancing his weight on his elbows as he lifted her sweet pussy up to his mouth. For the next ten minutes, he nibbled, licked, sucked, and fucked her into oblivion, using his lips, teeth and tongue to the maximum degree of his more than considerable skill. Her thighs tightened around his head, and she rubbed herself against his face, digging her heels into his back for leverage.

“Faster, Jason, faster,” Emily screamed, desperate to come again. Her juices were dribbling down his chin, and he bit down hard on her clit, leading to her second orgasm of the evening.

She could barely focus as Jason slid off her shoes and lifted her into his arms, carrying her upstairs to his room. “Where are we going?” she mumbled.

“I don’t really think the pool table is the best place to lose your virginity. I kind of figured you would prefer a bed.”

“Any place is fine as long as you’re there with me.”

Jason laid her down on the bed, wondering how best to proceed as he quickly discarded his pants and boxers, along with his socks and shoes. He felt like he was going to explode at the slightest stimulation, and he didn’t want her first time to be rushed. “Emily, I need to take the edge off.”

His hand gripped his cock, and he jerked himself off roughly, spurred on by the sight of Emily’s eyes widening in amazement. To his surprise, she stilled his hand and then leaned over, taking him into her mouth. Despite his good intentions to the contrary, Jason surged forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged around him, and he paused, his brain screaming for him to pull out. Before he could make a decision, Emily wrapped her fist around the base of his cock, the nails of her free hand raking across his ass to get him to move.

Controlling the level of penetration allowed her to relax and focus on exploring his hard length, and she swirled her tongue around the large, mushroom-shaped head, tasting the drop of fluid oozing from the tiny slit at the very tip. The occasional grazing of her teeth, and the awkward rhythm she was using would have identified her as a novice, even if he hadn’t already known the truth. Still, Jason had to admit to himself that he had never been more turned on by a blow job. Being inside Emily’s hot, wet mouth was like heaven.

Not wanting to frighten her, Jason tried to pull out when he was about to come, but she refused to let him go. His cock spurted wildly inside her, coating her throat with his white cream. She tried to swallow it all, but it came too fast and she choked. Coughing until she could breathe again, Emily started to wipe her mouth with her hand, surprised when she felt Jason’s hand performing the task instead. When he was finished, he held his hand up to her mouth, and she licked him clean, grimacing a little at the salty, slightly bitter texture.

“It’s an acquired taste,” he said reassuringly. Reconsidering what they were about to do, Jason looked down at her, stroking her cheek gently. “We don’t have to do anything else, Emily. You’ll still be a virgin.”

“I don’t want to be a virgin. That was the whole point. Please, Jason. You’ve shown me this much. Show me everything.”

His cock was already hardening again, and Jason gave in with a sigh, reaching for a condom in the top drawer of the bedside table. Rolling it on, he moved over her, settling himself between her thighs. He could tell she was still well-lubricated when he rubbed the length of her slit, so, without further hesitation, Jason placed his dick at her opening and pushed hard.

Emily felt like she was being torn apart, and she had to fight with herself not to try and push him away. Jason was murmuring in her ear, nonsensical words designed to soothe her and get her to relax. She concentrated on breathing, in and out, in and out, until the sharp pain began to recede. “It’s better,” she whispered.

At first, he just rocked against her, but when her legs came up to encircle his hips, Jason knew she was ready. Grabbing her small hands in one of his larger ones, he raised them over her head, his thrusts starting to lengthen. He fucked her in that position long enough to open her up, and then he turned her over onto her stomach.

“Jason, what are you doing?” she squeaked, frightened by the prospect.

“Don’t worry. It will be good, sweetie.”

When he entered her again, he slid over her g-spot, and Emily almost bucked him off her. “What’s that?”

“That’s your g-spot. It’s your friend, believe me.”

She sobbed his name, pushing back against him as the pleasure built. When she came again, her muscles clenched him so tightly that he came again as well, much to his surprise. Sliding out of her, Jason removed the condom and tied it off, tossing it into the trash can. Wrapping one arm around her, he pulled her next to him, so that her head was resting on his chest.

“Are you all right?”

“I’ve never been better.”

“No regrets?” he asked, afraid of the response he was going to get.

“Absolutely not. The only thing I’m sorry about is that I’ll have to give you up, and I don’t want to.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.”

“What are you saying, Jason?”

“We’re good together, Emily. Why should we give that up because of what other people might think?”

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

“If Alan and Monica find out, or anyone else for that matter, we’ll be pariahs in this town.”

“I don’t mind keeping it quiet, as long as I get to have you.”

“I suppose I should feel like some sort of pervert, but I don’t. Maybe on some level, I’ve always recognized that you aren’t really my sister.”

“I’ve always known you were the perfect man, Jason. Now you’re my perfect man.”

“Why don’t you call home and let them know you’re sleeping over here. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

“If you promise to make love to me again.”

“I thought I was fucking you instead,” he teased.

“I still felt the love,” she told him, her lips moving gently over his.

“And you always will,” he promised. “As long as there is breath in my body, I’ll be loving you.” Hugging Emily’s small body even closer to him, Jason felt like he was right where he belonged, for the first time since his accident. He was home.