***** DISCLAIMER ****
This story is a complete work of fiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual participants are Eighteen year of age or older.
***** AUTHOR'S NOTES *****
I first want to give a world of thanks to Ms. Oedipus_Sex for volunteering her exemplary skills and valuable time. She not only edited this chapter but also shared her outstanding talents to help me create a work that, in my opinion, is leaps and bounds beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of doing on my own.
I also want to thank all of you for your continued interest and patience. I want you to know chapter 16 is already in the works and will be released as soon as possible. Until then I hope you enjoy the latest installment...
CHAPTER 15
"Okay, tell me something, nerd...HOW LONG...HAVE
YOU
AND
MOM
...BEEN
FUCKING
?!?"
Rachel's words stung like lightning out of the blue, with each emphasized word steadily crushing his heart as Jacob processed the bombshell news slowly being dropped upon him. His eyes bulged from the revelation that his older sister now knew all about him and his Mom...and their sinful, wicked secret. For the moment, Jacob could find no words to answer Rachel; his whole body was numb except for the stinging sensation he was feeling in his chest. Only then did he realize that it was from Rachel burying her knuckles painfully into his sternum, with her bunched-up panties still in her clenched right hand, as she pressed her fist down on him.
Rachel had him totally pinned with nowhere to escape, her legs clasped in a vice-like grip atop his slender frame as she impatiently waited for her dumbstruck brother's reply. Her looming presence on top of him was bad enough, but what cowered Jacob most of all was the fiery glare in his older sister's eyes staring menacingly down at him.
Resignedly, Jacob let out a deep sigh, flopping his head back down onto Scott's pillow-- his former feeling of ultimate triumph over his sister's husband having by now rapidly dissipated to nothingness, just like his once rampant, recent erection...
Meekly and like a lamb about to be slaughtered, Jacob could only silently repeat to himself the words that he'd once uttered to Mrs. Miller.
"
Ohhhhhhhhhh...crap
."
*** Earlier that morning.... ***
Sipping on a steaming cup of coffee, Rachel stood at the threshold of the open front door of her and Scott's brand-new house, located in the exclusive new community of Pine Hills. She was wearing her favorite fluffy pink bathrobe, as she watched the sun rising into a cloudless blue sky. Bird-song harmonies welcoming the promise of a new day filtered in through the fluttering tree branches whose leaves were just recently tinged with the reddish-golden shades of fall. In between sips, Rachel relished in the crisp, fresh air as she watched a V-shaped formation of geese flying high above her en route southwards from Canada. All these signs of nature hinted at the long-awaited change to autumn after a sweltering, hot summer in the Deep South.
"SCO-OTT!!!..." the young housewife called out to her husband, who was running late...as usual.
From upstairs, Scott answered back, "
YEAH
??"
Rachel replied, "YOU'D BETTER HURRY UP...IF YOU WANNA BEAT THE TRAFFIC!!"
Scott yelled back again, "
I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND MY BRIEFCASE...HAVE YOU SEEN IT ANYWHERE
?"
Rachel held out the mislaid, desperately sought-for item in her left hand and shouted, "YEAH, IT'S RIGHT HERE SWEETHEART...WAITING FOR YOU DOWNSTAIRS!!"
A few seconds later, Scott came bounding down their staircase. He was wearing his favorite dark-blue business suit, with its freshly-pressed jacket draped over his left arm. The frantic husband approached Rachel and took the briefcase with his right hand.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "I'd be dead if I somehow lost those contracts. My hope is to finally get our newest client to sign on the dotted line today and close the deal." Gazing at his beautiful wife, he added, "Once again, my lovely guardian angel has saved me...I honestly don't know where I'd be without you!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Most likely the unemployment line!"
With a nod, Scott agreed, "You're probably right about that."
Rachel chuckled, "There's no 'probably' about it...I
know
I'm right." Noticing his necktie was a bit crooked, she began to straighten the silky garment out and added, "Just promise me that you'll be careful on the road this morning."
"I will," Scott replied in a reassuring tone. "You don't have to worry, Rach...you know I'm a safe driver."
With concern, Rachel commented, "It's not
your
driving skills that I'm worried about. It's the fact that you have to travel through that horrible Atlanta traffic, with all those nutjobs on the Interstate that don't give a damn! I'm so glad we left the city when we did and moved back home." She then joked, "Grandpa George says that town hasn't been right ever since General Sherman burned it down!"
Scott chuckled, then said with an exaggerated Southern accent, "Well then, darlin', I don't reckon there's much danger of me runnin' into any Yankee troops today...but I'll be darned sure to keep a lookout!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly, "Just be sure to call me the minute you get there."
"
Yes, Ma
'
am!
" Scott replied, continuing with the accent and giving his wife a mock salute. In his normal voice, he then commented, "You know, I've noticed something lately...you're starting to sound an awful lot like your Mom!"
Rachel's eyes bugged out. "I am
NOT
my Mom!!" she replied emphatically, remembering that her younger brother Jacob had made a similar statement not too long before.
Scott put up his hands, "Whoa...whoa...take it easy!" He then added with sincerity, "Honey...you've got a wonderful mother...I didn't mean any offense...I was only trying to pay you a compliment."
Scott's mother, Diane, had passed away when he was just a teenager, and he still missed her terribly. Ever since Mrs. Morgan's untimely death all those years ago, Karen Mitchell had been the first woman who could somewhat fill that hole in his life. She had been very empathetic to him, having lost her own mother (though Karen had been older with a family already) about a decade ago. Even though no one could ever replace his actual mom, Scott loved his mother-in-law as if she were his own.
"Yeah?" Rachel replied with a smile, now feeling somewhat honored by the comparison.
"Yeah!" Scott nodded and reaffirmed. "Our kids will be blessed to have you for their mother and Karen for a grandmother."
Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes, "You
know
she's gonna spoil them rotten!"
Scott replied, "Oh, I'm sure she will...without a doubt!"
After a quick laugh between them, Scott asked, "Speaking of Mom...are you still planning on hanging out with her today?"
"Yes, I am." Rachel replied as she began straightening out the collar of Scott's dress shirt. "We're meeting up later in Sandy Springs to go shopping in Buckhead Village for the Halloween party." She added with glee, "I'm so excited that this event's gonna be our first chance hosting something at our new place!"
Barring Christmas, Halloween was Rachel's favorite holiday. So much so that even though she was a fully-grown and married adult, she'd still go trick-or-treating if she could (and if it weren't so frowned upon). Rachel already had plans to beg her Aunt Brenda to allow her to take her little cousin Daniel around the neighborhood on Halloween night and collect all sorts of treats and goodies.
Looking at his wife, Scott offered, "Well, just let me know if I can be of any assistance."
Rachel replied matter-of-factly, "Well, now that you mention it...a certain 'party committee' member
did
volunteer you for the decorating crew."
Bewildered by this information, Scott questioned, "
Me
? Volunteer? What 'committee'? And which member?"
Trying to look all cute and innocent, Rachel pointed at herself, "
This