This choice: Take action- Tom tries to sneak into Jessica's room and steal the formula back • Go Back...Chapter #4In The Thick Of It Now by: RenV   There was no other option: Tom needed to retrieve the formula from Jessica's room. In his haste to produce it, he hadn't practiced the due diligence which he afforded all of his other scientific projects, so he wasn't even certain that it was safe for extended use. Worse than that though, Jessica might mention the 'shampoo' to her sister; if the mood took her, Katie would just take the serum from the girl and use it herself. Things were bad enough without his girlfriend getting exposed as well.
Besides, Tom thought as he approached Jessica's door, she's tall enough as is. Any taller and she might... The young man shook his head, banishing his worries as he sent a quick glance up and down the hall. He'd waited until he was sure that both of the girls were out, Katie shopping and Jessica at her book club. Neither would be back before 5pm, which meant that he should have plenty of time to get in, make the switch, and get out. Too easy. The genius smirked as he twisted the knob and stepped inside.
Jessica had taken over the guest room in his house, and though there were definitely signs of her presence, Tom was surprised by how clean she'd kept things. Virtually everything was organized and kept in its proper place, save for a few books on the bed and a make-up bag on her night table. It was an almost startling contrast from her sister, whose clothes he could find strewn across the floor of their room with an almost exasperating regularity. Guess they're even more different than I thought.
Tom strolled over to where she kept her toiletries, pausing briefly to consider the books she'd left out on display. Those are... pretty advanced. Is she an English major? He'd honestly never thought to ask. Maybe the next time they talked he'd... Focus. The young man turned his attention back to the shelf, eyeing its contents with more than a bit of apprehension. There were a number of different bottles on display, each dedicated to some aspect of female hygiene that lay beyond even his comprehension. Daunting as it appeared, however, Jessica's shrewd organizational system managed to save him some trouble; she'd alphabetized her collection, the shampoo bottle clearly visible off on the shelf's right side.
After checking that the replacement was still in his pocket, Tom reached out to take hold of the serum, smile still intact. Too- He heard the door creak open and his hand shot back to his side, swiftly turning his attention back to the books. From the corner of his eye he saw Jessica pause in the doorway, a frown rising to her face. Fortunately, she seemed just as surprised to see him as he was to see her, so Tom seized on the moment of awkward silence as he attempted to reassert control over the situation.
"S-sorry to barge in like this, Jessica. Was looking for something to read and thought you wouldn't mind me borrowing a book." He tried his best to smile, but the gesture was probably a hollow imitation of the smug expression he'd worn earlier.
"It's fine..." The girl always spoke softly, as though she was afraid she would offend someone if she raised her voice. "Would have appreciated it if you asked first though."
"Ah, I uh, just thought you were out, so..." Tom trailed off, his hands fidgeting uncomfortably in place. "Ah, yeah. W-what happened to your book club?"
"Oh, the organizer was sick so we ended early." Jessica paused, eyeing him for a moment before she nodded to herself and walked inside. "Hey Tom?" The girl queried as she slipped her messenger bag over her head, dropping the pack to the floor. "Since you're here, do you think I could... talk to you about something?"
She wants to talk to me? He was confused, but welcomed the change of topic. "Sure, Jess. What's up?"
Jessica smiled weakly for a moment and moved to shut the door, leaning back against it as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's... about my sister." Her brow furrowed, a blue eye flicking open to fix him with a questioning look. "Tom, has she ever been... cold to you?"
Now it was Tom's turn to frown, though he was unable to stop one of his eyebrows from quirking upward. "'Cold?' What are you talking about, Jessica? Katie's one of the brightest, warmest people I know."
"I mean..." She sighed, softly shaking her head. "What I'm asking you," she started again, her voice stronger now, "is whether or not you think my sister really loves you?"
"Of course she does!" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, their vehemence surprising even Tom. "Why would you even ask me that?"
Jessica grimaced, but pushed onward, both eyes open now as she stared right at him. "Because I want to make sure that you're not making a mistake, Tom." The girl's expression hardened. "Do you know what they used to call Katie in high school? The Succubus. Since she'd suck everything that she wanted out of a guy, and then break his heart. She had over a dozen boyfriends by the time she graduated."
Anger bubbled up beneath the young genius' skin, his whole body shaking as he returned Jessica's glare. How dare she..! He strode up to the girl and grabbed her left arm, trying to wrench her away from the door. "I've heard enough, Jess. I can't believe you'd tell lies like that behind your sister's back."
She gasped, more from shock than pain, but fought him, refusing to budge from her place. "I'm. Not. Lying..!" Something had lit a fire beneath the girl; Tom had never seen her act this way before. "Think, oof, about what I'm saying, Tom. Remember that day at the mall? When Katie was flirting with that guy and laughing at you?"
"S-she wasn't into him." Tom objected, his split attention weakening his attempts to move her aside. "She was just messing with us."
"Because that's how she gets her kicks." Jessica gave him a pitying look. "That wasn't the first time though, was it?"
He froze, his eyes suddenly distant as he recalled all of the other times his girlfriend had been hit on. All of the other times she'd laughed and messed around. All of the other times she'd just played it off as a joke. The sound of Jessica's voice dragged him back from the unwanted reverie, her tone tentative once more.
"I can understand if you don't want to answer this, Tom. But..." She cast a look down at the ground. "has Katie ever felt a little... frigid in bed? Like she's barely aware you're even there?"
Tom stumbled back from her, his head moving listlessly from side to side. No... He'd just thought that was how Katie was; some girls just didn't react much when you were having sex with them. Right? ...Right?
"Some of the other guys said the same thing." Jessica mumbled. "That after a while, she'd just stopped even trying."
After a while? He couldn't remember a time when Katie had ever... Tom was so distraught that he didn't even notice Jessica approach him, though he certainly noticed when she set a hand on his cock. "Hey, what are you-"
"Shhh." She whispered, pressing a finger from her free hand up against his lips. She curled its counterpart around his length, giving it a squeeze before she started stroking, gently sliding the skin of her palm uuuuup and down. The rush of pleasure was almost unreal, a faint moan escaping Tom's mouth as he melted into her grasp.
"You know," Jessica remarked, her voice husky to his ear. "I was always known as the warmer sister. I bet I could thaw you right out... if you wanted." She was moving them as she spoke, guiding him further and further into her room. Tom barely noticed, his mind entirely absorbed with what she was doing downstairs. Even with a hand alone it just seemed so much more... animated. Affectionate. He was hard now, her ministrations quickly succeeding at what it normally took Katie several minutes to accomplish.
His knees buckled as they bumped into the bed, books flying off as his body toppled to the sheets. Jessica stood tall over him now, smiling like a predator that had finally captured its prey. She pulled her shirt over her head, tossing the garment aside and revealing an overstressed training bra, the bumps on her chest obviously overflowing the cups. The girl smirked as she caught him staring.
"I was wondering if you'd noticed. Ironic, isn't it?" She pushed her chest forward. "I go through all of high school without any boobs, and they finally start growing in now. Of course..." Jessica wriggled her hips. "It looks like I'm growing all over the place now." Tom bit his lip, feeling himself harden even further as he watched his girlfriend's sister work her way out of her jeans. While she was still a bit skinny for his tastes, her hips had definitely widened over the last few days. The additional inch of height he'd noticed had definitely gone to her legs, as the limbs now seemed ever so slightly long when compared to the rest of her body.
The front of Jessica's panties were noticeably damp, evidence of her excitement as she swung atop him, leaning down to first tear off his shirt and then unbutton his fly. A last bit of conscience suddenly arose inside Tom, and he tried one final time to object. "Jessica, wai-"
"Shhh." The admonition was even softer this time. Jessica looked up at him, desire plain in her eyes as pulled down his pants. In a fraction of a second she'd unfastened her bra, letting it fall away. Tom was transfixed, unable to muster anymore resistance she removed both of their undergarments. She took hold of his cock once more, giving it another, now familiar squeeze before she positioned herself. For that instant, their eyes met, bright blue on his faint green. Then he was inside her, and everything turned to white.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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