Pheremone follies Rachel's view: An inconvenient interruption

I should probably be panicking a lot more.

That was my first thought once I was finally cleansed of my brother's sweats and juices.

Sure I’d had sex before, well okay technically it’d only been oral before and a lot of heavy petting but… Well, I guess my brother stamped my V card.

I frowned at the thought, it’s not that I felt bad; on the contrary, I’d loved every second of having him inside me. It’s more I felt that I needed to be more careful the next time I did it

I thought you were supposed to feel guilty would you did something wrong. Yet here I was naked as the day I was born drying off my body after a third bout of shower sex with my older brother.

And I wanted more, why wouldn’t I? My brother’s big and strong and that smell...

That smell was the best part

I moaned, spacing out for a moment before turning to face him.

“Mike what’s going on?” I asked calmly as I could, noticing him shuffle from foot to foot awkwardly, a key that tells me he's done something.

I inspected his body critically, not as muscular as Leroy but if I get them in some leather pants… I felt the heat return to my cheeks but not the same animal craving that it had for him earlier, I need to work on that, I mean I certainly wasn’t going to stop myself but jumping my brother was certainly a risky proposition in the house.

Mike wasn’t answering me, his eyes seemingly focused on the floor.

Fuck! Was he ashamed after all this? Maybe I needed to put some clothes on at the very least, get him to talk to me properly.

Especially before mom came home.

I glanced at the clock by my bed, already after eight… She should already be back.

There was a rattle at the apartment door, my heart jumped into my chest as my sweat ran cold.

“Crap Mom!” I said out loud, making my brother jump in surprise.

“We’ll talk later, get out!” I ordered frantically, pushing him out the door quickly and efficiently before turning to look at my bird's nest of the bed.

It wasn’t really any time to clean my sheets up so I opted to slip on my nightie and a fresh pair of panties before diving into the mess of sheets and covers wrapping them like a protective cocoon pretending that I was still smashed.

I was in no mood for a lecture especially not for my mom. I could hear Mike and my mom talking in the hall I brief small sigh of relief taking a deep breath it appeared that he’d managed to slip back into the bathroom, not a bad plan considering he didn’t have time to dress.

My heart was driving at a mile a minute but I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths as I did. That smell was driving me wild; it was musky but smelled a lot like my brother's aftershave. It was strange as the smell should have left now... it was if it had impregnated my skin, sunk into my veins or something.

I groaned a little bit my sex dampening as I imagine my brother ramming between my legs again that heavy meaty shaft digging deep where it belonged. I moaned again my fingers reaching into my now already dampening panties when I heard the door open and my mother walked in.

I froze my rear up raised slightly under the covers as she crossed the space quietly.

“Rachel?” She asked softly as if testing the water to see if there was a shark under the surface.

I groaned half from theatrics half because of the wonderful smell that was filling my nostrils, rocking my world really.

My mom was looking formal in her long pleated skirt and formal blouse. Clearly, she'd only just got back from a long meeting, her short hair just let loose indicating she'd had a stressful day, I felt a little guilty for a moment giving her trouble when she worked so hard.

I turned to give her a weak smile, playing up the hung overact a bit more than I should have.

My mom was looking pretty sympathetic and not that angry. As I turned I noticed her breathing heavily, a faint glow of sweat coming off her body

“Can we talk sweetie?” She asked patiently as she knelt beside my bed clasping her hand to my forehead. Damn, I was slick with sweat already and my entire bed stank of my dirty little secret.

“Can it wait, mom?” I inquired pitifully looking up at her with a well-practiced ease, I may be a little bit rough around the edges but I can still get my mom to do what I want.

She paused biting her lip slightly as she examined my form, if I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was checking me out.

“Well you don’t have a fever,” she said after a moment “and I’d love to know why you sweating so much but for now I think it’s better that you get some rest,” she said lovingly her eyes darting to the door as if she was searching for something.

I fidgeted slightly, this entire exchange was starting to make me nervous I half closed my eyes pretending to start to nod off as my mother leaned in to kiss me goodnight Her lips touched mine and then.

I pulled back in shock, both hands flying upwards pushing her backward seconds after her tongue caressed my lips.

“Mom!” I cried out loud “what the actual Fuck?”

Mom shook her head her mousy brown hair scattering like a dandelion as she scrambled to her feet half rushing out the door.

I sat there on the bed my heart pounding. My mom had just tried to kiss me, and not in the way a mom should, I mean guess I’d done the same thing with my brother less than an hour ago, but this was different.

What the hell was going on in this house?

Moving to the door I felt my heart ranch a little, I was drenched in sweat my nightie clinging to my body as I heard the hard percussive sound of a very cold shower being run.

As my own heart thumped in my chest I make quick strides to my brother’s bedroom.

I had to find out what was going on.