The Greenes welcome a ticking time bomb into their lives

The drive back from the airport is a little awkward. William tries to make small talk with Jason, but the boy seems distracted: he keeps fidgeting in his seat and adjusting his baggy sweatpants, giving only brief answers to his host's questions.

"So, you're from Bakerton, right? Alan says it's--"

"Sorry, but I need to text my father," Jason interrupts, pulling out his phone. "I think I left something out of the instructions I gave him."

William opens his mouth to ask why a son would have to leave "instructions" for his father, but thinks better of it. Probably just the wifi password or something. Jason seems... Smart... Competent... Trustworthy...

The middle-aged man sniffs the air, unwittingly getting a lungful of precision-engineered pheromones. The car is slowly filling up with them, as the cocktail of **** changes Jason's body chemistry.

Meanwhile, Brook is having trouble keeping her eyes on the road. She too is affected by Jason's "musk," and she's beginning to get the sense that something is strange about the young man. Despite the fact that he's a year younger and a few inches shorter than her, she can't help but find him handsome. Every so often he looks in the mirror to find him staring back, his piercing blue eyes sending a tingle through her--

"Red light," her father warns, tapping her leg.

"Y-yep, I saw it," Brook stammers, bringing the car to a stop. I kinda wish that was Jason's hand on my thigh, she thinks, before giving her head a brief shake. Woah, what is WRONG with me? I gotta get laid.

Making a mental note to text her boyfriend Eric later, Brook steps on the gas and makes a right turn into the quiet suburb where the Greene family lives.

"So you'll be staying in Alan's room," Patricia says, huffing and puffing a little as she climbs the stairs.

She has a suitcase in each hand, and a backpack slung over her shoulder: the moment she got a whiff of Jason on the doorstep, she decided it was her duty as a hostess to carry all of his bags. Her husband gave her an odd look as she struggled to hold all of the boy's luggage, refusing all help--But the sense of satisfaction was worth it.

"Sounds good. Thank you, Mrs. Greene," Jason replies, smiling at the voluptuous MILF as she nudges open the bedroom door and steps inside. "Bags by the desk, please--And hand me my backpack?"

She's startled by Jason's directness as he slides past her, opens his backpack, and begins setting some of his things on the bedside table. He's certainly confident... Nothing wrong with that, I suppose!

"Um... Lunch will be ready in twenty minutes," Patricia says, setting down his other bags and turning to leave. "Feel free to take a shower if--"

"Thanks again, Mrs. Greene." Suddenly Jason is beside her, planting a light kiss on her cheek.

"I--" Patricia takes a step back, eyes wide... But then she sees how calm and collected Jason looks, like that was an entirely normal thing to do. "...You're welcome, dear. And you can call me Patricia."

"Mhm. I'm starving, by the way," Jason says, as he continues to unpack.

"Of course you are, you're a growing boy... So big and strong..." She trails off, blushing... But Jason doesn't look up, and she takes some solace in the fact that he might not have heard that embarassing comment. "I'll... I'll make extra," she says, more loudly.

With that she turns on her heel and leaves the room, biting her lip. I hope he likes me, she thinks, wiping her sweaty palms on her dress. Wait... Why do I want him to--NEED him to like me?

But that troubling thought leaves as quickly as it came, and a smile returns to Patricia's face as she hustles downstairs to make lunch.

"Jason!" Brook sits up straight, smiles, and fixes her hair when she sees the young man coming down the stairs. He's handsome--Startlingly, distractingly handsome, in the teenage girl's eyes.

Objectively, there's nothing too special about Jason's appearance: his wet hair is a mess, and he's wearing the same pair of sweatpants as before... With a fresh stain on the thigh, just above the knee. He's still pulling on a clean shirt, and the sight of his bare midriff sends a tingle up Brook's spine--Not that there's anything particularly impressive about it. Jason's in fine shape, but there's no sixpack to be seen on the 18-year-old's skinny frame.

Speaking of skinny, Brook's older brother gives Jason a curt nod. "Hey. I'm Todd."

"Hey," Jason replies flatly, barely looking at Todd before glancing at his mother's ass. Patricia is putting the finishing touches on some sandwiches, bending over the counter just a little--But a little is enough, when such a large rear end is involved.

Todd follows Jason's gaze, and his jaw drops. What the fuck? That little-- But as he takes a deep breath, his anger suddenly disappates. ...He's probably just looking at the sandwiches.

As they all sit down to lunch (minus William, who's gone off to work), Patricia gives Jason a smile. "Did you have a nice shower, Jason?"

"Yeah, I really needed it," he replies, between huge bites of his sandwich. There's an extra half-sandwich on his plate, but he's still on-track to finish before everyone else at the table. "I think the drain's a little clogged, though."

"Oh? I'm so sorry--I'll take care of that right away!" Her own food forgotten, Patricia springs to her feet and heads upstairs.

"Mom, you didn't finish your--" Brook calls out after her, but she's already gone. "Huh."

"Guess she's not hungry," Jason says with a shrug, before grabbing her nearly-untouched sandwich and putting it on his own plate. Stomach still grumbling... Nothing to worry about. Just my metabolism going into overdrive. Might be some extra discomfort from the overdose, but if I keep eating--And hydrating--Then it should be fine.

"Uh... You're just eating mom's sandwich?" Todd raises an eyebrow. "Rude."

"He's our guest," Brook snaps, becoming an expert on manners for the first time in her life. "You go ahead, Jason. If Mom wants food, she'll make more."

But Jason already went ahead: having finished off two-and-a-half sandwiches, he abruptly stands up and walks over to the fridge. Todd glares daggers at him as he helps himself to the bottle of cola in the fridge.

"That's, uh... Th-that's mine..." Todd's voice is so quiet that not even Brook hears him--Then again, that could be because she isn't paying attention. Her eyes are glued to Jason's backside as he takes a step back, looks at the cupboards, then decides not to go searching for a glass.

"I need to finish unpacking," Jason says, opening the two-liter of cola and drinking straight from the bottle as he walks out of the room. "See you later."

"B-bye, Jason," Brook replies, letting out a sigh as he leaves her sight. "Um... I'm gonna go too."

Todd turns to his sister, **** for a distraction. Something about Jason is making him anxious--More anxious than usual. "Gonna go meet up with that nerd?"

Brook rolls her eyes. "His name is Eric, and... Wait. Eric!" She jumps up. "I said I'd--Shit, I gotta go! If, um... If Jason needs me, just call! Bye!"

"Why would Jason need--" But Brook, like her mother before her, is already long gone. "...Bye."

Shaking off the dread that's been creeping up on him since Jason arrived, Todd takes out his phone and listens to a podcast as he finishes his sandwich. With his earbuds in, he fails to notice the strange moan that comes from upstairs a few minutes later.