Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
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.
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Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
(Tuesday, evening)
"Is Kitty feeling any better?" I asked my mother as I packed my books up. There was a big calc exam tomorrow that I was studying for, hoping to retain enough to pass.
"Her fever has been holding at 101.9 all day long, but she is really foul-tempered. Don't any of you tease her at all."
"Fevers will do that to you."
Jack spoke up. "Hopefully it will break soon. She may have caught it from some of that health food stuff that Julie keeps pushing on everybody."
"Excuse me?!" Julie looked up her book.
"Yeah," Jack smiled, "It's amazing what raw, virulent diseases some of that 'pure organic' manure can carry. Why, I've seen people catch blackwater fever from food infected in that way. Then they basically run water out their rear end until they dehydrate and die."
"Like a raisin?" Julie asked sarcastically.
"A raisin?"
"Like a grape to a raisin. This disease you're talking about just sucks the water right out of them, does it?"
"Julie," Jack said slowly and seriously. "It's not a laughing matter. Grapes don't die; people DO when they catch blackwater fever. I won't even begin to tell you the horrors that I've seen down there."
Julie pursed her lips. "Well, it doesn't matter. She didn't catch it from anything I brought home."
"In Africa, there are tribes that eat portions of their dead. And it is a serious health risk -- a very serious one, since the 'food' in this case is so biologically close to the consumer. But you would never convince them of that, either."
"Either?!"
"Well, that is enough for this topic," Mom said. "This has just gotten too morbid."
"No, just a minute, Mrs Wilson. 'Either', Jack? What are you trying to imply?!"
Jack sighed. "Julie, I'm not trying to imply anything. I am just talking straight science."
"No you're not. You're twisting various pseudo-science ideas into digs and slights against me and the things I do."
Jack just sighed and held up his hands. "What can I do?"
"What can you do?! You can treat me civilly. Don't come around making snide comments, trying to start a fight. That's what you can do, Jack."
Jack nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. Whatever it takes to appease."
"To appease?! Jack, I'm not the one--!" Julie halted herself, realizing that she was being baited by him. Silently she packed up her books and headed upstairs.
"I try, Donald," Jack sighed after she was gone.
"Well, you need to try a little harder, Jack."
"Okay, then, I'll just be the scapegoat."
"Will you two stop," Mom finally snapped at us. "Donald, finish your studying. And Jack, do NOT pick fights with Julie. If you do, it's going to be YOU that has to go find a hotel to spend the night in."
"Yes, ma'am." Jack stood and yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed."
Jack walked to the unfolded couch in the other room and stripped to his underwear. He mused a minute, then walked upstairs to the bathroom. Mom never let there be locked doors in her house. If someone should fall or otherwise need help, she wouldn't stand for a locked door to prevent a rescue. Without knocking, he opened the door and stepped in.
Kitty was in the bathtub. "Jack!" she startled, yanking her hand out from between her legs. "You can't be in here!" She covered her breast with her left forearm and her crotch with her right hand.
"Kitty?!" Jack asked, his eyes wide and innocent. "Did I walk in on you masturbating?!"
"No! I was NOT masturbating!"
"Well, what do you call that, Kitten?"
"Jack, I-- I was-- Jack, you should NOT walk in on me like this!"
"Mmmm, trying to change he subject again."
"Jack! You--!" She tried to think for a moment what to say. "Okay, then!" She stood in the tub. "You want to look at me?!" She removed her forearm and hand to bare her body to him. "You want to look, go ahead! Get it out of your system, you jerk!"
Jack looked at his sister's body. She had a good amount of dark fur below. He knew there would be small amounts of sexual juices coating it now. Her breasts were a little smallish, but the nipples were very dark and very large.
"Getting a good gander?!" she asked, her fists on her hips. "Make sure you take everything in, Jack!" She reached up and cupped a boob. "Make note of my small breasts, Jack! Maybe you can give me a hard time about that later, hmm?"
"Kitty ... I'd never give you a hard time about your breasts."
"Yeah? Well ... they're not very big, now are they?!"
"Kitty. Kitty, they don't have to be. You have beautiful breasts. And very, very hot little nipples."
"You-- I ... well, thank you." The fact that her older brother was standing there, staring at her naked body and appreciating it sent a thrill through her somehow. "Jack ... I ..."
"Turn around, Kitten. Let me see that pretty little bubble-butt of yours."
"You ... Jack, I ... you want to see ... my rear end?"
"Turn around, Kitty. Let me see your ass."
Slowly, Kitty turned around and put her hands against the bathtub wall, then leaned her ass out towards him. "Do ... do you ..." she was practically holding her breath now "... do you think it's pretty, Jack?"
"You have a HOT, sexy ass, Kitten."
She was startled to feel his hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them apart gently. "What?!" she turned her torso as she felt something rub her anus. Jack's head was inches from her buttocks. Had he just licked her ass?!
"Jack?" she asked, her voice warbling.
"Turn around, Kitten. Show me the front."
Swallowing hard, Kitty turned around and held the front of her pelvis inches from his eyes.
"Pull the lips of your vagina apart, Kitty."
She waited a moment, breathing hard. "Jack?"
"Pull them apart, kitten."
Kitty reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart, opening her vagina for him to see pink.
"Jack?" she said, her shoulders leaning back against the wall, her eyes half-closed. "Jack, what do you think of it?"
"You have one beautiful pussy, Kitty."
"My ... my vagina ... is pretty?"
"It's a pussy, Kitty. Not a vagina. A cunt, a pussy, and it leaks the filling for the fur pie. Now you say it."
"Pussy," she sighed. A thrill ran through her to speak of it the way he wanted, the way he TOLD her to. "You think my ... pussy ... is pretty, Jack?"
"It sure is, Kitten. And it looks all excited. The lips are all deep red, and there're juices coming out of it that I can see even with your legs still damp. Is Kitty's pussy all excited?"
"Oh, Jack," she sighed. "You have no idea."
"Is it REALLY excited?"
"Jack! Yes, it is!"
She felt his open hand sliding down her stomach to her lower abdomen, towards the area between her legs.
"Jack," she sighed again, "Jack, you can't ... you can't ... touch me ... there."
"Where ... Kitty? Here?" He touched her clitoris and gently moved in small circles there.
"Oh, God, yes, Jack! You can't touch me there!"
"Okay," Jack said, standing back up.
"Hungh?" Her eyes sprang open all the way.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kitty."
"No, Jack! Wait! Please, I need help. I don't know what-- last night I never could quite -- Jack help me, please."
"Sorry, Kitty. It's going to be a day or two before ole' Jack can help you."
"Jack, please! Help me!"
"Sorry, Kitty."
"Jack, you're a jerk!"
"C'mon, Kitty. You can do better than that. 'Jerk'?"
Kitty frowned as Jack stared at her. "You're a shit, okay, Jack? A real shit!"
"That's my good girl. Do you know any other big bad words?"
"Fuck off, Jack." Kitty's face burned red with anger and frustration. "You are a real shitheel."
"Kitty! Good job! You're doing better."
"Leave! Leave now!" she said, covering her breasts with her forearm again and her pussy with her hand. "Leave the bathroom now."
"See you tomorrow, Kitten. You have a good night."
She waited until he closed the door behind himself, then brought her hands up to her face as tears of frustration squeezed out of her eyes.
"Bastard!"