Wiced Hormones

**** DISCLAIMER ****

This is a complete work of fantasy. All sexual participants are eighteen-years of age or older.

**** AUTHOR'S NOTES ****

Thanks to everyone for the continued interest and the outpouring of such positive feedback. I have already begun to work on chapter 12 and will release as soon as possible. Until then I hope you will enjoy this installment....

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On Friday, Jacob was in the middle of English class when he unexpectedly received notice to report to the main office for early dismissal. He remembered Karen telling him that the weather forecast was calling for afternoon storms, and she would pick him up after school; however, this was still the middle of the day. A bit confused, Jacob collected all his belongings and made his way upfront.

Once Jacob entered the office, he saw his sister, Rachel, leaning forward on the counter, speaking with the secretary Mrs. Anderson. His eyes immediately locked onto his older sibling's mouthwatering backside.

"Yes, ma'am... Scott and I recently moved back to town. We're in a rental for now, but our new house is being built and will soon be ready." Just then, Rachel turned and saw her brother, then greeted him with a happy tone, "Well, there you are... you ready to go?"

With a confused expression, Jacob replied, "Go where? Rachel... why are you here? Where's Mom?"

Rachel scoffed then replied, "Don't tell me you forgot? I'm here to take you to your appointment with the endocrinologist. Something came up, and Mom asked me to take you instead... remember???" She gave Jacob a glaring stare for him to play along.

"Oh... right! Is that today?" Jacob chuckled while shaking his head. "My bad... I totally forgot."

Turning back to Mrs. Anderson, Rachel shook her head and sighed, then said, "These teenage boys... I swear those video games are turning their brains to mush."

Once they reached Rachel's car, Jacob tossed his book bag into the back seat. He then got into the front passenger seat and asked, "So, will you please tell me what's going on?" After buckling his seat belt, he added, "I know for a fact I do not have a doctor's appointment today."

Pulling out of the parking spot, Rachel replied, "Mom called this morning and asked me if I would pick you up after school. She said she may not be able to get here in time and was concerned about the possibility of some rough weather later today."

Jacob took a few seconds to admire his gorgeous big sister. Along with her painted-on jeans, Rachel wore a red short-sleeve top with a scooped neckline that displayed a decent amount of her incredible cleavage. He could see the gentle wobbling of her bra-encased tits as she steered the car onto the highway. Her honey-blonde hair was in a ponytail and styled in such a way that she resembled their mother.

"But why so early? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Staring ahead at the highway, Rachel replied. "Don't worry... I have my reasons. For starters, I thought it would give us a chance to catch up." She then looked over at her brother and asked, "First of all, how did your doctor visit go the other day? We agreed you would tell me everything he said."

Nodding, Jacob replied, "Yeah... I remember. Only the doctor wasn't a 'he'... it was Aunt Brenda."

Rachel chuckled and said, "I had a feeling that's who Mom had in mind. So... what did she say?"

"Not all that much, really. Aunt Brenda gave me an exam, and she said physically, I'm fine."

Looking over at her brother, Rachel responded positively, "Well, that's good to hear." With her hand, she then motioned toward Jacob's lap and asked, "But what about the main issue? Did she have any opinions concerning that?"

"Aunt Brenda sent samples of my blood and semen to a doctor friend of hers. Apparently, he specializes in all sorts of male reproductive issues."

Rachel asked, "Does Aunt Brenda think he will be able to find a cure?"

Jacob shrugged, "Not sure, but Mom mainly wants him to run some tests to make sure nothing serious is going on. At least no more than what's already happened."

Nodding her head, Rachel said, "Okay... so when should the results be back?"

Glancing once again at his sister's cleavage, Jacob replied, "Aunt Brenda said it could take a couple of weeks."

Turning on the blinker to make a right turn, Rachel asked, "Well, as soon as you hear something, let me know?"

"Sure thing," Jacob affirmed. Noticing they were headed down Oak Street, he asked, "Uhhh... Rach? Why are you going this way? Home is in the opposite direction."

Looking over at Jacob, Rachel replied, "I'm not taking you home yet. I'm helping Mom with dinner tonight, and she asked me to bring a few things. So we're gonna stop off at my place first... is that okay?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob answered, "Sure... fine by me." Out of curiosity, he then asked, "Did Mom happen to say why she couldn't pick me up today?

Shaking her head, Rachel responded, "Nope... she just said that she had an appointment that she forgot about and may not be back in time to get you from school."

Meanwhile, at the Smith Pharmacy over in Macon, Karen stood by the magazine rack. She mindlessly flipped through the latest issue of 'Southern Living' magazine while anxiously awaiting for the line at the drug counter to disperse. Luckily the quaint family-owned establishment was not very busy this time of day, and she only had to wait for a couple of minutes.

Once the other patrons had walked away, Karen stepped up to the counter. The pharmacy clerk was an attractive blonde lady around Karen's age, maybe a few years older. The pretty woman smiled, and with a classic southern accent, she asked, "Hi there... how can I help you today?"

Karen noticed the name 'Darlene' on her name tag. Taking a glance to make sure no one else was nearby, Karen said, "I received a call this morning that my special order had arrived."

Darlene enthusiastically replied, "Well, sure thing, Hun... what name is it under?"

"Uhhh... Davis... Emily Davis." Karen used her mother's maiden name.

Darlene noticed Karen's wedding rings and graciously responded, "Okay, Mrs. Davis... let me go get that for you." She then disappeared into the back.

While Karen waited, she just happened to notice a display of early pregnancy tests on a nearby shelf. She was reasonably sure it was safe when she allowed Jacob to finish inside her the other day. However, as more time passed, a small amount of concern did creep its way into her mind.

Suddenly, Darlene returned, and she appeared to be reading the writing on one of the packages. Setting the two boxes down onto the counter, she remarked in a curious tone, "Excalibur? I don't reckon I've ever heard of this brand before. Heck, I didn't even know they made condoms this big."

Last week during Jacob's office visit with Brenda, Karen told her sister that she was having trouble finding condoms big enough for her son. Originally purchased ones worked okay but did not fit properly, and Jacob found them quite uncomfortable. Luckily, Brenda knew who to call, and her contact recommended the 'Excalibur' brand.

The clerk then asked, "Will that be cash or charge?"

"Cash!... please," Karen quickly responded. She glanced around once again to be sure there were no prying eyes.

While Darlene ran the package over the scanner, she softly remarked, "So I take it he's quite gifted."

Turning back to Darlene, Karen replied with confusion, "Excuse me?"

Shaking the box of condoms before putting it into the bag, Darlene clarified, "Your husband... he must be uh... quite gifted... if you catch my drift."

Without thinking, Karen shook her head and blurted out, "Oh, these are not for my husband." She immediately regretted the statement and felt her stomach drop, and her heart began to pound in her chest.

Darlene noticed the telltale expression on Karen's face. Her eyes went wide and, with a big grin, said, "Oh, I see." She then leaned in and whispered, "You go, girl!!"

Trying to backpedal, Karen stated emphatically, "No! No! No! It—it's not like that!"

Darlene put up her hand and added in a soft tone, "Hey... don't worry... your secret is safe. Trust me... after almost thirty years of marriage, my husband is at that point where he would rather be on the golf course or in a fishing boat." Keeping her voice low, she continued, "I say If the husbands can have their hobbies... we wives should too... am I right?"

A little flabbergasted and not knowing how to respond, Karen replied, "I don't know..."

Leaning in closer, Darlene asked with a big smile, "So who is he? Let me guess... the pool boy?"

Trying to repair the damage, Karen chuckled and insisted, "I'm afraid you have it all wrong. You see, my daughter is getting married next weekend, and we're going to throw her a bachelorette party on the night before. These are just for a practical joke... that's all."

Darlene could tell the middle-aged mother was fibbing. She had seen it many times before, a beautiful upper-middle-class wife still in her sexual prime and her husband, for whatever reason, not taking care of his bedroom duties. She knew the type well because it just so happened she was that type herself.

Darlene wondered who the insanely well-hung mystery man could be that was servicing the gorgeous married mom. The most common suspect would be a younger coworker or, if she were real kinky, maybe a college classmate of one of her kids.

The sinful fantasy caused a slight quiver to take place in the sales clerk's pussy. Deciding not to push her embarrassed customer any further, Darlene nodded and relented, "Okay, Hun... my mistake... I apologize."

After ringing up the purchase, Darlene asked politely, "Will there be anything else?"

Karen took a quick glance over her shoulder. After stalling a few seconds and without saying a word, she grabbed one of the early pregnancy tests and quickly placed it on the counter. She couldn't bring herself to look Darlene in the eye.

As Darlene rang up the total and placed the EPT into the bag along with the condoms, the pretty blonde woman remarked with a wink, "Practical joke, huh?"

Karen could feel her face turn red as she handed a $100 bill to the clerk. As Darlene opened the register drawer to get Karen's change, she asked softly, "So tell me... after taking something that big... are you even able to walk the next day?"

Feeling a bit panicked and humiliated, Karen grabbed the bag and began briskly walking away. Darlene called out, "Mrs. Davis? What about your change?"

"Keep it!" Karen called out in reply... she never looked back.

Meanwhile, back at the Morgan household, Rachel handed Jacob a bottle of water from the refrigerator. After opening her bottle and taking a few sips, she asked, "So tell me, Squirt... are you any closer to making your choice between Georgia and Tech?"

Shaking his head, Jacob sat down at the kitchen table and replied, "No, not really. But remember... Mom and Dad are taking me to Atlanta to visit Georgia Tech's campus the weekend after next."

Stepping closer to Jacob, Rachel responded, "What about Athens? Shouldn't you take a visit there too?"

Nodding his head, Jacob replied, "Don't' worry... I plan to. Mom said she would take me for a weekend visit soon; however, Dad probably won't be able to make that trip."

Rachel's face lit up. "Hey... how about I go with you, too?? I would love to show you around campus and all my old hangout spots."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob commented, "Well, I think that's what Mom has planned... to show me around, I mean."

Shaking her head, Rachel replied, "The stuff that Mom will want to show you will be boring and lame. I, on the other hand, could take you to some really cool places."

Jacob was hoping to somehow discourage Rachel from tagging along. The teenager was excited about a weekend trip alone with his mother. The two of them staying in a hotel without his dad around... the possibilities were endless. He then asked, "What about Scott? I mean... would he be okay with you taking off for the weekend?"

Rachel huffed, then said, "Most likely, he won't even be here himself." After taking another sip of water, she continued, "Ever since Scott got promoted to branch manager, he spends more of his time at other offices than he does his own." She threw up her hand and continued, "This week, he's in Birmingham, and I think they're sending him back to Charlotte the week after next. It's starting to wear him out." In Scott's absence, the lack of bedroom activity started to take its toll on the young wife. She really needed someone to wear her out.

Jacob responded, "Poor guy... I know he hates being away so much." He tried to sound sympathetic, but truth be told, Jacob liked it when Scott was out of town. With his brother-in-law out of the picture, it bettered the chances that Rachel would give in to her hormonally charged urges.

Rachel sighed and said, "I hate it too, but unfortunately, there's not much we can do about it." She then set her water bottle on the kitchen table and leaned over with her face just inches away from Jacob's. "So what do you say, Squirt? Let your big sister tag along? It'll be fun... you'll see."

Bending over in that position caused the neckline of Rachel's blouse to hang down and give Jacob an unobstructed view down her top. As he stared at her mouthwatering cleavage and the gold cross pendant that hung from her neck, he replied, "Well... I guess I can't say no to my big sister."

Standing back up straight, Rachel exclaimed, "Great! I promise... you won't be sorry." Noticing Jacob opening up his bookbag, she then asked, "What are you doing?"

Pulling out his schoolbooks, Jacob replied, "I've got a good bit of homework due tomorrow. If we're going to be here for a while, I thought I would go ahead and get started."

Putting a hand on her hip, Rachel commented, "Look, Jake... I didn't sign you out of school early for you to sit here and do homework." She then leaned in a little and said softly, "I brought you here so we could maybe negotiate."

"Negotiate?" Jacob replied, trying to play dumb.

"Yeah... you know... about your choice of school. I thought I would show you some of my true recruiting skills."

Leaning back in his chair, Jacob crossed his arms, then smiled and said, "Oh, okay... well, let's hear what you have to offer."

Rachel rolled her eyes and said, "Not here, Dorkus! I can do a much better job of negotiating in my umm... conference room upstairs." She then gave her brother a wink as she began loosening her ponytail.

Jacob watched as Rachel began to leave the kitchen. His eyes locked onto her curvy heart-shaped ass while she walked away. He found it mesmerizing to witness the sway of her hips in those skin-tight jeans. He jumped up from the chair and followed his big sister up the staircase, forgetting all about the homework.

Once they entered the master bedroom, Rachel kicked off her shoes and peeled off her blouse. She asked, "So tell me... how did your date with Sara go the other night?"

Lost in the excitement of watching his sister take off her clothes, Jacob responded, "Huh? Oh, my date?" Unbuckling his belt, he added, "It was good... great actually. In fact, she invited me over to her house for a cookout tomorrow."

Sliding her jeans down her long legs, Rachel commented, "Way to go, Romeo!" However, being the big sister, she couldn't help but take a quick jab. "I guess you were right after all... she IS into dorks." Tossing her jeans into a nearby clothes hamper, Rachel added, "Wonders never cease."

Taking off his pants, Jacob scoffed, "Rach... if this is what you mean by improving your recruiting skills... you're not doing a very good job."

Rachel giggled while she unhooked and removed her lacy red bra; her amazing boobs dropped slightly and wobbled on her chest. Her pink nipples, exposed to the cool air, instantly hardened to life. She then tossed the garment onto a chair that sat in the corner and replied with a shrug, "I can't help it that you are an easy target."

Seeing the slight scowl on Jacob's face, Rachel said, "Relax, Baby Brother... negotiations are about to start." She then turned and climbed onto the bed, giving Jacob an excellent view of her flawless and nearly naked backside.

Rachel lay down with her back resting against the big fluffy pillows, and her left knee bent and heel dug into the comforter. To Jacob, her lying there in that position, she resembled some sort of Playboy Magazine model. Looking at her brother's throbbing erection, she chuckled and added, "And it appears to me that you are more than ready to begin."

As Jacob joined his older sibling, he caught sight of the picture on her nightstand... It was hers and Scott's wedding photo. He then realized he was about to bang his smoking hot sister in her marital bed. Up until now, they had only messed around in his bed or Rachel's childhood bed back home. The surrealness of it all further increased Jacob's excitement.

Positioned at Rachel's feet, Jacob noticed how she lazily ran a manicured finger over the gusset of her skimpy panties where a dark spot was forming. In a soft voice, she asked, "I know it was your first date and all, but did you get anywhere with Sara?"

Shaking his head, Jacob replied, "No... of course not. Like you said... it was only our first date. Plus, in case you have forgotten, Sara is our pastor's daughter, and she is dead set on saving herself from marriage. Her last boyfriend tried to pressure her into having sex, and that's why she broke up with him. I, however, plan to respect her wishes."

Rachel scoffed. "Trust me, little brother... preacher's kids are sometimes the wildest ones out there."

"Really?" Jacob responded.

"Uh-huh... and their wives too."

Jacob's eyes went wide, "What?" He then shook his head, "No way!"

Nodding her head, Rachel responded, "Yes, way! Don't be fooled by the holier-than-thou attitudes and their prim and proper appearances. Some of those Bible-thumping wives are the biggest sluts you could ever come across. They just happen to have a knack of hiding it from everyone... especially their husbands."

Stunned by this revelation, Jacob was silent for a few seconds. He then said, "Well, I'm still going to play it safe and not push Sara for anything she's not comfortable with. Besides, Mom and Dad would kill me if I were to cause some sort of church sex scandal. That's the last thing I need."

Jacob's scent had further enflamed Rachel's arousal. As she began sliding her saturated panties down her long shapely legs, the curious sister asked, "Well, did you at least kiss her goodnight?"

"Yes," Jacob quickly responded. He then sighed and added, "Well... sort of."

With her foot, Rachel flicked her skimpy panties towards the bottom of the bed. She chuckled, "Sort of? What's that supposed to mean? Either you did, or you didn't."

Jacob replied, "I kissed her on the cheek before I left to come home. Mom said that would be appropriate for a first date."

"Pfffft", Rachel responded. "If Mom had her way, you wouldn't hold hands until you're engaged."

Jacob added, "Well... it's probably for the best... since I have never really kissed a girl. I'd probably end up embarrassing myself."

Rachel laughed then asked, "Never kissed a girl? You're kidding... right?"

Jacob shook his head.

"Oh!" The smile left Rachel's face. She then bit her bottom lip and scrunched her brow as she pondered how to proceed. "Well, Squirt, I may have a way to remedy your situation."

"What do you mean?" Jacob replied with a suspicious tone.

Sitting up straighter, Rachel explained, "What I mean, Dofus, is that I could give you some pointers. That way, when the time comes to lock lips with Sara, you won't embarrass yourself... at least no more than usual."