Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
A rabies mutation has an
affinity for different neural tissues. Can we stop this disease before it
spreads to every human on the planet? And do we really want to?
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Rambling: This is one of those stories with -- egads! -- setup and development, so it takes a little while to get going. It's not all sex, some of it is a little more violent than usual (hey, it's rabies we're talking here), and let me know what you think of it.
Have fun!
Jack opened Kitty's door and quietly stepped in. "Hi, Kitty."
Kitty looked at him tiredly. She had been on aspirin all day, but her fever still held at 101.9. "Hi, Jack."
"Mom said that you had a fever."
"Yeah. Feeling sort of yucky today."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Kitten."
"It's not your fault."
"I don't know. Maybe I gave you the hots for me so much that you can't get your temperature down now."
"Jack!" Kitty said, disappointment in her voice. "Why are you acting so different than you used to? You used to be such a gentleman. Now..."
"Does it upset you, Kitten?"
"Yeah, it does, Jack. You've really changed."
"Well, it's been a rough year and a half in South America. Don't get me wrong, the experience I've gotten has been invaluable, but most of the time it's just miserable. The mosquitoes down there will raise welts the size of fifty cent pieces. And there are so many kinds of deadly snakes that you can't even count them all. And this ..." Jack stood from where he was sitting on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it. "... this spot here is a permanent scar from an insect sting of some kind."
Kitty unexpectedly found herself distracted by her older brother's muscular chest. "Wow ... it must be hard down there," she said slowly.
"Easy, Kitty. Don't stare too hard or you'll make me self-conscious."
Kitty quickly averted her eyes. "No-- I'm just ... looking at the scarred spot. That's all."
Jack gave her a knowing smile, which made her angry.
"You showed me a scar, Jack," she said, her voice a little short, "You wanted me to look at it. I did. Okay?"
"Okay, Kitten. I've got many of these scars. Another one ..." Jack unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then let them drop to the floor, "... another one is here on my thigh. That was where I got stung by a scorpion. Man, that hurt!"
Kitty breathed in quickly, then trembled a little when she exhaled. His bold erection was blatantly apparent beneath his underpants.
"Yeah," Jack smiled and cupped his crotch. "This little baby is with me all the time now."
"All ... the time?" Kitty whispered, her eyes wide.
"Yeah ... but you really shouldn't be looking at that, Kitty."
"It's so ... big ... and hard," she whispered, wholly unaware in her innocent awe of how pornographic a line that was.
"Well, he's always pretty excited nowadays."
As kitty watched, the entire penis pulsed as it swelled with more blood, and the head slowly poked out of the top of the elastic underwear band.
"Jack?" Kitty asked softly.
"Yes, Kitty?"
"Does it ... normally do that?"
"Swell up like that?"
"Yeeeaaaah."
"Just when he likes somebody. Maybe he finds you attractive, Kitty."
Kitty didn't reply. She just stared at her brother's penis as it swelled with blood again.
"But you shouldn't be looking at things like that," Jack said as he pulled his pants back up and zipped them. "And you certainly shouldn't be drooling over them."
"I'm NOT drooling over it, Jack!" she snapped sullenly. "YOU shouldn't be whipping it out and flaunting it in front of me. You have just gotten so CRUDE."
"It's all a matter of opinion, Kitty."
"Is Mom letting you stay? She was pretty disgusted with the way that you've been acting too."
"Yeah, I sweet-talked Mom into letting us keep the same arrangements until the end of the week, when Susan and I head back to the University."
"I'd tread pretty lightly if I were you. She was really upset at you."
"You were too."
"Yeah, I was too."
"Kitten, I make you a promise. I will straighten up, and by the day after tomorrow, you and I will be seeing things in pretty much the same way."
"I hope so. I want the old Jack back. Not this new guy."
Jack leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. And I want the new Kitty yet to come, not the old prude, he thought.
"I'll catch you tomorrow, Kitty."
"Good night, Jack."
Jack left, and some twenty minutes later, her mother came in to tuck into bed and say good night.
As Kitty lay there, her mind kept returning to Jack ... and his muscular chest ... and his ... well, his ...
Kitty rarely touched herself between her legs, but tonight, her hand sneaked down and began rubbing against herself. She kept pulling her mind away from her brother, but it kept returning, to him telling her to do ... things. And her simply ... doing them ... whatever he told her to do.
She got more and more excited, making a small puddle in her bed, but she was unable to cross the bridge and orgasm. Finally, after about two hours, she drifted off to sleep, but in between fitful periods of sleep, she dreamed of similar scenes for the rest of the night.