WICKed Hormones Ch. 15

With a snarky tone, Jacob teased, "Maybe she just likes me better."

Her kid's taunting banter caused alarm bells to go off inside Karen's head. She had known Andréa Pérez for quite some time because, not only had she been Rachel's Spanish teacher during high school, but they'd both served on the PTA board together for many years.

Outside of school, Mrs. Pérez was known as a kind, loving wife and mother. However, Karen also knew that inside the classroom, the gorgeous and fiery Colombian native was a passionate and no-nonsense educator, who didn't hand out 'A's' so easily. Could it be possible that the curly, dark-haired Latina beauty had somehow become the latest woman to fall 'victim' to those wicked hormones and Jacob's extraordinary condition? And could it also be possible that her son was now keeping secrets from her?

Horrible, dark thoughts began to creep into Karen's mind about how Jacob may have 'earned' all that extra credit from the married mother of three. She began to wonder if he had actually been telling the truth to her, whenever he'd supposedly stayed after school to work on his 'chemistry project' with Sara.

A wave of fear and dread suddenly washed over Karen. She now worried that if Jacob had somehow ensnared Mrs. Pérez into their 'inner circle', his reckless actions might drastically increase the chances of their possible discovery. If that ever happened, and the wrong person was to find out about the awful secrets that she had fought so hard and for so long to keep hidden, Karen knew without a doubt that the life which she loved and cherished so much would be irreparably shattered.

As her mind raced, Karen kept staring blankly at the capital 'A' marked beside the subject line 'SPANISH'. She was suddenly pulled out of her trance when she heard Robert's voice calling out to her. Looking up from the report card, Karen locked eyes with her husband, "Sorry?"

Robert chuckled, "I said, aren't you proud of our boy here? I'm sure he worked extremely hard to earn such high marks."

Karen forced a smile. "Oh...well, of course I am!" She then reached out to Jacob and handed the report card back to him. "I couldn't be any prouder of our little genius."

"Thanks, Mom," Jacob replied, with a big grin.

Whilst the family resumed chatting and eating dessert, Karen and Jacob exchanged a quick, knowing glance. Even though he hadn't mentioned anything about a 'reward' at the dinner table, she could already tell by the look in his eyes that he was scheming some sort of plan to convince her to follow through with their diabolical 'deal'.

Thinking once more upon it, Karen scolded herself again for having ever agreed to contemplate such a sordid proposition. She found the idea of Jacob possessing nude (or even semi-nude photos of her for that matter), to be extremely scandalous and dangerously reckless, not to mention downright immoral.

However, the normally pious and scrupulous Mother couldn't help but feel intrigued by a deeply-suppressed interest in the unconscionable notion. As she sat at the dinner table with her precious family, Karen began to imagine herself as some sort of glamour model (like her good friend Donna Miller had been, back in the day) being photographed whilst wearing some sexy lingerie, a skimpy set of underwear, or even...nothing at all. The latter picture was the worst she could foresee, judging by how enthusiastically Jacob had proposed it to her that morning. Doubtless, it'd be his ultimate and triumphal trophy...a visual memento, that would forever document their wickedly sinful union.

As her imagination continued to run wild, Karen soon realized that her dissolute daydream was undoubtedly being fueled by those dreadful hormones racing through her bloodstream. The salacious thought of it: putting herself on permanent photographic or video record, with her body splattered in Jacob's semen and her vagina lewdly leaking her son's sperm, caused her pink nipples to harden and her bald pussy to start tingling. Trying to clear her mind of the impure thoughts, the reserved housewife unwittingly uttered, "STOP IT!"

Everyone at the table ceased talking, and Karen looked up to find that suddenly, all eyes were upon her. Trying to escape the awkward moment in the spotlight, she picked up her coffee cup and quickly sipped the hot beverage, setting the cup back down slowly to steady her nerves. Scanning the table sheepishly, her eyes were then inextricably drawn to Jacob's. With a nervous smile, and a raised right hand, she finally asked, "So...who wants some more creampi-- creamcakes?"

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After dinner, Jacob was sitting at his desk in his darkened bedroom...the only light coming from the glowing computer monitor as he played his latest 'Star Wars' video game. After hearing a soft knock, and the faint creak of the door opening, he turned in his chair to find Rachel standing in the doorway. The bright light from the hallway accentuated his sister's lovely and curvaceous silhouette.

"Hey...you busy?" Rachel asked, as she stepped into the bedroom, the door making a soft 'click' sound as she closed it behind her.

"No...not really," Jacob replied, appreciative of his big sister's newfound habit of knocking first, instead of just barging right in like she used to do in the past. Pausing his game, Jacob set the controller down on his desk.

"Good!" Rachel happily responded, hopping onto her brother's bed. Sliding nearer on the mattress towards Jacob, she added, "I was hoping we could finish our talk from earlier in the car."

Trying to shirk the conversation, Jacob responded softly, "You really think we should be discussing that now? It's kinda dangerous with everyone else around...you know?"

Rachel shrugged, "Don't worry...it's safe. There's no one here."

"No one's here? Really?" Jacob asked, somewhat surprised.

"Nope." Rachel replied, shaking her head. "Mom just left to take Grandpa George home."

"Uhhhh...what about Dad?" Jacob countered.

"Pfft!" Rachel scoffed, waving her hand. "He's down in his man cave, watching the Braves playoff game." Rolling her eyes, she added, "You know as well as I do, he'll be down there for the rest of the night. Especially since they're playing the stupid 'Chokers'...I mean, Dodgers." The curious sister then leaned in and said softly, "Now come on, be a good boy and spill the beans...I'm just dying for you to tell me who this mystery woman is!"

Jacob replied with concern, "Rach, I really meant what I said earlier. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone!"

Rachel huffed, "Jake, I swear on my life that I won't tell another soul. Besides, like I told you earlier...'Who am I gonna tell?'" When Jacob ignored her statement, she slyly commented, "Alright, if it makes you feel any better...I'm pretty sure I have it figured out who she is, anyway."

"Oh really?" Jacob responded.

Rachel replied confidently, "Yeah, really. I mean, come on...it has to be Sara Miller, right?"

Jacob slowly shook his head, "Nope."

The self-assured, Cheshire Cat smile faded from Rachel's face. "What do you mean, 'Nope'? She's the most logical candidate...I mean, with you dating her, and all. I just figured, with all that 'Jedi training' I've been teaching you...you must've finally been putting it to good use!"

Jacob shrugged and responded, "Sorry to disappoint you Rach, but it's not Sara." Taking a deep breath, he slowly continued, "However...you are...very...close."

Rachel furrowed her brow, pondering the enigma, her finger tapping at the side of her chin. "It's not Sara...but I'm 'very close'..." After a few seconds of staring at each other blankly, the older sibling's eyes suddenly bulged out in shock, and she screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!!"

"Ssshhhhhhh!!!" Jacob tried to hush his big sister. "Keep it down, will ya??" Glancing over to his closed bedroom door, he added, "You want Dad to hear you?"

Rachel lowered her voice, "Holy shit!! You mean to tell me...you've been banging your girlfriend's MOM???!" After Jacob sheepishly nodded in affirmation, she added, chuckling, "Damn, Jake! Fucking the preacher's wife?? That's totally insane!! What a scandal and disaster that would cause if news of it got out, or anyone ever found out...Oh man, especially Mom. She'd most likely kill you!"

"I know, right?" Jacob nervously laughed, "That's why you gotta keep this to yourself...please!!"

Rachel held out her right hand, with her pinky finger extended and smiled, "Don't worry, squirt...your secret's safe with me." After Jacob hooked Rachel's extended digit with his own, she continued, "I must say, little brother...I'm quite impressed! Now...how about you go ahead and tell me all about this sordid little affair that you've been having with Pastor Miller's wife."

Jacob sighed wearily, "I guess...you wanna know every detail, huh?"

"Oh yes..." Rachel giggled, reverting back to a gossipy, teenaged girl. "Every last, juicy one!"

Over the next several minutes, Jacob did just that. He began with the unfortunate discovery of his used condom from the restroom wastebasket in the church basement nursery and his eventual confession to Mrs. Miller about his 'condition'. Skirting the issue of how the condom came to be filled and discarded there in the first place, Jacob truthfully specified that the preacher's wife knew nothing about his Mom 'helping' him.

Jacob then recounted how things quickly snowballed from there. He divulged every 'juicy' detail to his sister, from how Mrs. Miller had given him a handjob in her SUV behind the old abandoned restaurant, to their full-blown fuck session in the married former-model's home office...the same day that he had set up Sara's new computer.

Jacob ended the erotic tale with an explanation of how he and Mrs. Miller had entered into a mutually agreed-upon pact. The particulars for the sinful and immoral arrangement being that: In return for keeping their affair a secret, the pastor's wife would agree to 'help' him on occasion. She would also allow Sara to continue seeing him...that is, so long as he promised not to corrupt her teenaged daughter's chastity with his ungodly affliction.

"Wow!" Rachel whispered. "That's one committed mother. I mean, I can somewhat understand our Mom doing what she's doing...you're her son, after all. But to desecrate your own marriage vows, just so your daughter stays a virgin...that's some real dedication!"

"Yeah, it is..." Jacob responded. He then added with a sly grin, "Or maybe...there's some truth to what you told me that day at your house, during the thunderstorm."

Trying to recall, Rachel scrunched her face and asked, "The day during the storm? What do you mean? What did I say?"

Jacob chuckled, "That secretly, preacher's wives are some of the biggest sluts you can ever come across."

Jacob's mention of her previous comment caused Rachel's mind to suddenly drift. She began to imagine the pious, Bible-thumping churchlady unabashedly sucking on her barely-legal brother's monster dick until it blasted a huge load of his chemically-laced cum down her sanctimonious gullet. She then envisioned the pastor's wife flat on her back, her heavenly church-choir voice screaming instead like some wantonly cheap harlot while Jacob, in between her widely-splayed legs, pounded orgasm after orgasm from Mrs. Miller's 'holier-than-thou' married cunt. The thought of such shamelessly deviant debauchery caused the beautiful blonde sister's pussy to instantly quiver with excitement.

Scooching closer to her brother, Rachel could easily detect Jacob's familiar scent wafting to her nostrils. This in turn ratcheted up her own arousal and caused her tingling vagina to flood with eager anticipation. Seeing the unmistakable lump in the crotch of her brother's cotton sleep pants, the married sister placed her hand on his thigh next to his growing bulge and whispered sultrily, "So...earlier at my house, I think you mentioned you were in need of another 'go'. Do you still need my help? I don't think we gotta worry about Dad coming up here."

Jacob glanced back at the bedroom door and responded hesitantly, "But what about Mom? Aren't you worried she could come back home any minute, and catch us?"

Rachel stood up from the bed, smoothed out her short skirt, and replied, "I seriously doubt that. Remember, even though Grandpa George lives close by in Smyrna, it always takes her more than an hour to drive him home and get him settled in for the night." Looking over to Jacob's alarm clock, she added, "So, with that in mind...I'd say we oughtta be good for least the next 40 minutes." Rachel then put her hands on her hips, lifted her skirt slightly, and asked coyly, "So...what do you say?"

Rolling his chair back from the desk, Jacob responded enthusiastically, "I say...Heck yeah!!" He couldn't help but be thrilled with how things were working out. Not only was he about to receive some more 'help' from his smoking-hot, married sister, but she also seemed to be well on her way to forgiving him for keeping the improper relationships that he'd been having with four other women from her...especially the one that he'd been carrying on with their Mom.

Standing in front of her seated brother, Rachel added, "Now, since my lady bits-- and butt...have yet to fully recover from our earlier round of 'negotiating', and with Scott coming home later tonight, we're gonna have to skip any forms of penetration this time around." Seeing the look of disappointment on Jacob's face, Rachel leaned over with her recently-enhanced boobs and placed her hands on his gaming chair's armrests. Staring into his eyes, she chuckled, "Don't worry, little brother. I've got something extra-special planned, that I think you're gonna like..."

A little while later, Jacob was once again seated at his PC, playing his 'Star Wars' video game. He was deeply immersed in the middle of another intense X-wing fighter mission. It was in fact his favorite part of the game, one that he'd been constantly going at for the past couple days. There was just something about deftly eluding the Death Star's deadly defenses, navigating its forbiddingly-cavernous trenches, and attempting to penetrate that increasingly tight, tubelike shaft at the very end with his powerful proton torpedoes that seemed strangely and inappropriately erotic...almost symbolic. It then dawned on Jacob that this was the very same game that his Mom had bought him as his 'reward' a few months back for doing so well on his SAT's, in lieu of the two games which he'd originally wanted (since the video game store had been out of them). With a grunt, his renewed determination to accomplish his 'mission' now took on a whole new level of meaning...

Suddenly, and without warning, his bedroom door flung open and the room was flooded with light from the hallway. The startled teenager looked back over his shoulder to find his father standing in the doorway. With ragged breath, the teenager pulled off his headset and groaned in frustration, "Danggit, Dad! You scared the living crap out of me!"

Robert apologized, "Sorry, sport...I know I should've knocked first. Thing is, I've been looking all over for your sister, and I thought she might be in here with you..." Stepping into the darkened room and taking a quick look around, he added, "But apparently, she's not."

"No sir." Jacob responded, shaking his head and discreetly easing his rolling gaming chair back into his desk. Before he could turn back to the computer screen, his eyes just happened to catch sight of a small lump of something smack-dab in the center of his bed. A wave of fear washed over the teenager, once he realized that the 'lump' was actually his sister's panties!

Jacob quickly recalled the events that had taken place only moments earlier. After positioning herself on the bed, he remembered Rachel had removed the sodden undergarment and dropped it on the comforter beside her. Jacob had then eagerly crawled in between Rachel's long and shapely legs to commence dining on his third delectable dessert of that evening: his sister's sweet and juicy twat.

Evidently, after enjoying two spine-tingling orgasms courtesy of Jacob and his talented tongue, Rachel had carelessly forgotten to put her panties back on. Now, the balled-up, skimpy pink garment lay incriminatingly in the middle of the teenager's bed, like 'exhibit A' of a crime scene, just waiting to be found. With Robert just a few feet away from his bed, Jacob prayed the room was still dark enough that his Dad wouldn't accidentally discover the damning piece of evidence left so haphazardly behind by his naughty 'partner-in-crime'.

Robert took another step into the room and said, "Well, if you do happen to see her, tell her that I'm looking for her, will ya? I just thought she might wanna know that Atlanta just took the lead in the top of the 8th inning over those 'stupid Dodgers'! If they can somehow hang on, the Braves are gonna win the National League pennant and finally go back to the World Series!"

Back when Rachel had lived at home and was still 'Daddy's Little Princess', she used to watch plenty of sports with her father, especially baseball and college football. Unlike her indifferent and nerdy younger brother, Rachel filled-in more often than not as a sort of surrogate 'son' for their father, as far as anything sports or athletics were concerned. She had in fact, been pretty much a 'tomboy' up until junior high school, playing organized softball and volleyball. Once her body had finally blossomed however, and she began to notice boys (and they definitely started noticing her), freshman athletics eventually gave way to cheerleading by her junior year.

Eager for his father to leave the room, Jacob turned back to the computer monitor. "I will, Dad...but now, come to think of it, maybe she went with Mom to take Grandpa George home? You know how Mom hates driving back alone at night."

"You know..." Robert replied, "You're probably right. Rach's car is still in the driveway...I didn't think of that!" Turning to leave, he added, "Well, I'll let you get back to your game, while I go back to mine. Goodnight, sport!"

"Night, dad! GO BRAVES!"

After hearing the door close and his Dad scampering back down the stairs, Jacob breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Is he gone?" Rachel's soft voice whispered sharply into the darkened room.

Jacob pushed his chair away from the desk a little and looked underneath. There, he found his massive erection encased in between both of Rachel's succulent, big boobs, with her soft, pink tongue slithering all over the thick, purple crown of his dick.

"Yeah...he's gone." Jacob stated, adding with some annoyance, "Luckily, he didn't see your underwear that you left right on my bed. Oh, and on top of that...you forgot to lock the door!"

After taking another lick of delicious precum leaking from the mushroom-shaped tip of Jacob's cock, Rachel's mischievous green eyes looked up at her brother from beneath the desk as she giggled, "Oops...sorry!"

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About a week and a half later was the afternoon of Halloween in the land of Dixie, which just happened to fall on a Saturday that year. The days had now grown even shorter, and the falling leaves had finally fully changed from the vibrant greens of midsummer to beautiful, warm autumn shades of red and gold. Combined with the brilliant blue of a cloudless October sky, Mother Nature was definitely doing her best at putting on quite a show. However, just like it always seemed in this part of the country, the daytime high temperatures still climbed regularly into the balmy upper 70's to low 80's, making it feel more like Memorial Day rather than All Hallow's Eve.