The Sweet Smell of Lust

The smell was almost rancid, and David decided to throw out his latest lab experiment. He only had a single beaker with the light-blue concoction, and like the last half dozen tries, was about to be flushed down the toilet. His current standing in Chemistry deemed a successful completion to this experiment. Which was also his entry into the High School Science Fair.

His experiment; to produce an aroma that allowed a change in mammals behavior. Originally he thought it was a simple project, yet when setting out to create a new scent, his experiment became increasingly difficult.

So far he was unsuccessful. His only pet, a Hamster by the name of Fuzzy, never reacted any different than could be expected. And the only reaction in mammals was his sister yelling about the awful stench coming from the basement these last few weeks. David’s mother had agreed, but the family compromised and they would put up with it until after the due date of his assignment.

Making his way upstairs, with the unstopped beaker, David grumbled with disappointment that his “great” idea was not showing any results. As he passed the breakfast nook in the kitchen, his sister broke his thoughts, “What is that?” She asked while pointing directly at the beaker.

“Toilet water.” Meaning this batch was about to join the porcelain toilet, as had the last several. He hadn’t even looked towards his sister as he walked by.

The light blue liquid disappeared down the toilet with a dismal flush. David sighed and resigned himself to return to his simple lab in the basement. When he reached the basement, Kerry his sister was there nosing about. Something she never did, come into his space, she always thought of him as childish and his experiments as “nerdy”.

“Do you have any more of that smell?” He pulled a book from her hands, annoyed with her.

“What smell?” The question puzzled him. He brushed by her to sit back on his stool before the unorganized wooden table.

“That blue one you just had? I liked that one.” She smiled and brushed a blonde hair from her face. Though he thought her as irritating, he could not help but noticed the attractive slim lines to her face, the way the swell of her breasts pressed against her shirt, or the way her jeans curved about her hips. But, as a brother he would never admit this interest to anyone, especially to himself.

“That one? I thought it stunk worse that the previous two.” His sisters eyes twinkled. “I threw it all out.” He turned about, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

“Could you make some more Davey?”

Davey? Why was she so interested in some noxious fumes that he could barely stand? “I suppose so. But why?” He noticed she was twirling a lock of hair before her face, almost shyly. David was irritated at his sisters strange behavior, as well as her invasion into his “lab”.

“I kind of liked it. Maybe I will use it as perfume.”

She’s gotta be kidding?! No one would get within thirty feet of her. “I need to get some work done Kerry. Get out of here!” His voice was beginning to rise, expecting the same from his normally abrasive sister. Normally, they could barely stand in the same room this long without a loud argument erupting.

Surprisingly, she simply put on a pouty face and disappeared from the basement, allowing her brother to have the last word. A rarity, the David never enjoyed.

“What is that smell?” David entered the kitchen just as his mother was coming home from work and asked her query.

Kerry answered, “David’s newest try. I kind of like this one don’t you?” He noticed his sister had changed into her night clothes already, something she never did until minutes before going to bed. Her long blonde hair was untidy and she looked like she had already taken a shower.

“Oh yes. David”, his mother smiled at him, “I don’t know if you succeeded this time but it does smell… different.” Kerry nodded enthusiastically. “Not a good, or bad, smell. Just different.” She hung up her coat and purse before helping out her daughter with supper.

Still depressed from the failed experiments David snapped, “Well its gone, I flushed it just like the rest.” He sat at the table, mentally tired from his hard work downstairs.

Kerry contributed, “He threw it all away. I asked him if he could make more.” The two ladies looked expectantly at him.

“That is a great idea, David why don’t you make more of that batch? What do you call it?” The two ladies looked expectantly at him.

The direction of the conversation surprised him, why did his sister and mother not leave the topic alone. Besides the last liquid stunk awfully, didn’t they realize that. “Toilet Water”, he responded thinking of the only thing that came to him. It really didn’t matter, since he hadn’t any more. “I don’t have time to make more, I have to try getting my lab right and I don’t have many more ideas.”

Only a few minutes later, supper was on the table. David ate heartily, and didn’t notice that his sister barely touched her food or that no one was speaking. Mentally, the youth went over the last few tries of his experiment, and was puzzled that his hypotheses had been wrong to date. According to his own theories, a scent was possible within the boundaries of the last few tries. Again, he was excited at the usage of such a success on his part; help people stop smoking, decrease hunger in overweight people, make violent offenders more agreeable, etc.

He suddenly stopped counting money that he had yet to earn. Irritated at his own fantasies and disgusted at his last few failed lab attempts.

When finally David was finished his food, he looked up to find his sister starring off into space, her hands below the table. While his mother had unbuttoned the top of her blouse to gently scratch her nails upon the skin of her upper chest. Her other hand absentmindedly eating. Even though the two sets of clothes, the nipples of both ladies was plainly seen poking through the fabric, which was so evident that even the normally preoccupied teen noticed. Kerry was obviously not wearing any bra beneath her nightshirt. And his attractive slim mothers much larger breasts appeared to rise and fall perceptibly with every breath she took.

“Mom?”

She shook her head, “Yes dear?” Kerry also returned to the conversation, her face flush and her hands shaking slightly. She looked at him peculiar.

“Are you okay?”

“Hum… definitely yes.” Then giggled. A sound David had never heard from his mother, she also blushed. “I was thinking that I want you to make more `Toilet Water’.” She took a bite of food. Kerry looked expectantly at her younger brother.

“Maybe next week.” He was very puzzled. “After I hand in my experiment.”

“Why so long?” Asked Kerry.

Before he could say anything, his mother interjected, “No that is reasonable. After your due date then David.”

That very night, even before he fell asleep, David heard a noise. A low moan coming from down the hall from his mothers room. At first he tried to ignore it, then imagined she was simply having a dream. But, ultimately he decided to see if she was all right. After the way the two ladies of the household acted at supper, he wondered if they had ate something rotten.

Outside his mothers door, he could hear the noise much easier. A low moan that definitely came from his mother. She must be sick? In case she was still asleep, David opened the door to her room slowly, only enough to peek in.

His mother was alone. She lay in the middle of the bed, with the covers up to her chin. Her legs were widely spread beneath the light covering, and her knees bent. Between the gap of her legs, below her stomach, her hands were moving beneath the bedspread. David’s eyes nearly popped when he realized his mother was masturbating.

Quickly closing the door in case she noticed her only son, he stood trembling before his single parents room. He could still picture her face as it was tightly clenched as if working mightily, which in a way she was. The movements that he could only guess at, suggested his mother had both her hands between her legs while her hips pressed rhythmically upwards. The glistening of sweat upon her forehead her tongue whipping out to lick her lips, flashed through his mind.

He was also amazed that he had a hard-on.

Quietly retreating, he stopped before Kerry’s door and silently opened it. At this point he was wondering why the two ladies were acting differently this evening. His sister was not awake, yet neither was she clothed.

Kerry lay naked upon her messy bed, a pillow stuffed between her legs, and her back to the door. Only her white buttocks, and back, could be seen. Quickly he closed the door to his sisters room.

The teen stood bewildered in the hallway for several minutes, the sound of his mothers self pleasure getting louder. Why had they acted different at supper? What changed that caused his mother to act so brazenly before her children? Why had Kerry been uncharacteristically docile with him? It didn’t make sense to the youth.

The next day, everything was normal. So much so, that he sort of missed the silent attention he was part of at supper the day before. Kerry had screamed at him to get out of the bathroom, while his mother scolded both for not getting along with sister.

It was at school, in his Biology class that a hypotheses came to him. Why his mother and sister acted strangely yesterday? The “Toilet Water”! Didn’t they consistently bring up his experiment, and that they wanted him to make more of the foul smelling liquid?

David’s instructor said, “Some smells get different reactions to different animals.” David decided to make more!

Yet, why did his mother and sister display symptoms of sexual heightened awareness from the smell? It must have set off some reaction of its own in the chemistry of their bodies. And what did they have in common? Their sex, of course! Fuzzy was a male hamster and it was obvious that the small mammal was not affected by the scent.

Three o’clock took forever to come around, but when it did David ran home to start another batch of “Toilet Water”.