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!
"It's getting away!"
"Donny! Grab it!"
I looked up from where I was fixing the table leg for tonight and saw a frozen turkey skittering its way across the table top, trying to escape to freedom. I gathered my wits and responded with my only rational recourse.
"Gah!" I yelled as I fell over backwards on my butt.
"Oooof!" I gasped as I blocked the bird's escape trajectory with my abdomen -- at least that's what I tried to sell the rest of the family later. They all obstinately insisted that the bird simply fell off the table onto my belly while I was distracted by my aching ass.
"Oooooh, noooo!" Kitty wailed as the bird dropped off the end of the table out of sight onto my tender belly.
After a silent moment, Mom spoke. "It's okay, Kitty. Maybe Donny caught it."
"Hungh ... hungh ..." I gasped in response.
"See? I think he caught it," she soothed as she came around the table.
Kitty broke free from her panic-frozen stance and moved forward. "Did he?"
Mom crossed her arms and callously looked down at me in my pain, the frozen bird still weighing down on my abdomen, making it hard to breath. "Oh, yes. I think we can say he caught it. Or it caught him. I'm not sure which yet."
"Do ... you mind? ... I could ... use some ... help here."
"I'm not sure yet whether to help you or the bird."
Exasperated, I gave up on getting any warm sympathy out of my family and lifted the cold bird from my stomach and set it up on the table, then slowly stood, making sure nothing was broken.
"Oh, thank God," Kitty let her held breath out. "The bird's okay."
"Excuse me!" I said, having not received anywhere near the sympathy or gratitude I expected.
Kitty got a devilish smile on her face. "I don't know WHAT we would have done if something had happened to the bird! Thank goodness Donny's body was there to act as a rug."
Slightly mollified, I moved towards a chair to sit down.
"But, Mom, are brothers like motorcycle helmets? One crash and you need to throw them away and get a new one?" She looked at my stunned face and smiled mischievously. "Because I want you and Dad to know that I'm okay with that. If we need to, then we need to, and there's simply no use crying over spilt milk. I know that Donny would have wanted it that way."
Mom was washing the bird off in the sink. "We'll see how badly he's damaged first, Kitty. Why, he might be good for two, maybe even three more bird-catches. What do you think?"
"*I* think," I said, standing, "That I'm going back to the den to help my wife. That way I can at least be abused by someone that loves me."
"Who ever said I love you?" came a voice from the kitchen door. I turned, and there of course was Julie, my "loving" wife. "I only married you to warm my toes in bed in the winter and to catch frozen fleeing birds in the spring."
"Is there no END to the abuse?" I muttered.
Julie laughed. "I heard the crashes from the other room. Is everyone okay?"
"Physically I'm alright," I pouted, "But with everyone making fun of my act of valor, I'm not real sure how I'm doing psychologically right about now."
"Oh, Donny! Our hero!," Kitty chirped up, holding her clasped hands up to touch her cheek in a mock "damsel in distress but saved now" pose. "I don't know WHAT we would do without you!"
"Mmmkay," I said, mollified, "That's better."
"Don't swell his head up too much, though," Julie warned, "Or I'll need to stick a pin in it so that he can get through doorways."
"Now with all of us going through all this trouble for Jack -- the turkey feast, the cake, the rescheduling of everything else we were going to do this weekend -- just for his coming home this weekend, you guys just tell me who is going to need their head pricked with a pin? Hmmm?" I crossed my arms and leaned back. I had them there.
"I'mmm ... going to have to go with Donny," Kitty smiled.
"Yeah, me too," Mom said.
"But--!"
Julie kissed me on the cheek. "Hush, honey. Stop while you're ahead."
"But I'm not --"
"You're as ahead as you're going to get, sweetie."
"You'll finally get to meet Jack, Julie," Kitty smiled.
"Finally. Especially after he stood up our wedding."
"He really wanted to be there," Mom said, sprinkling spices on the rescued bird. "If he hadn't been on the class field expedition."
"I know," Julie smiled. "It will just be good to meet the final member of my husband's family."
"You two will get along great!" Kitty exclaimed.
The doorbell rang.
"He's here!" Kitty jumped up.
"No, he's not due for three hours," Mom said.
"He's early!" Kitty said as she ran towards the front door.
Mom continued seasoning the bird.
"Jack!" Kitty squealed from the other room.
"I guess he IS early," Mom said, setting her vials of spices down on the table. "Come on, you two. Let's go welcome him."
"This will be fun," Julie gave me a quick kiss just before we left the kitchen.
Well, Jack was home alright. And beside him stood the hottest redhead I think I have ever seen. She was dressed in a black leather miniskirt, black knee-high boots and a candy pink tube top.
Jack gave hugs all around while the redhead stood at the door. Finally, Dad asked, "Who's your friend, son?"
You see, Dad could ask that. Me? I'd have gotten killed first by my wife, then by my mother. So, smart me, I let Dad ask. I crossed my arms and puffed my chest out, proud of my little feat of deduction and patience.
"Mom, Dad, this is my English professor, Dr Susan Purkoney. I was taking a course in dissertation formats, and she was teaching it, and I mentioned that I was coming home this weekend, and --"
"And it sounded like fun!" she squeaked enthusiastically, clapping her hands together.
"So you ... uhm ... teach English and ... and dissertation formats?" Dad asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah! All that stuff!" she bubbled. "Can I use your bathroom? Pleeeeaase?"
"Uhm, yes. Kitty, could you show Dr Purkoney to the bathroom?"
"Sure, mom. C'mon, Professor Purkoney. It's this way."
"THAT is how they're building English professors these days, Jack?" Dad asked after she'd left the room.
"Hmmmph," Mom expressed her opinion.
"Sure is, Dad," Jack grinned.
"Well, *I* sure haven't seen any professors like that!" Julie agreed with Mom.
"You must be my brother's wife." He looked at me. "Do you think she's wound up tight enough, Donny?"
"Jack!" Mom chastized him.
Jack looked at Mom a couple moments, then bowed his head. "Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Julie. I guess I've picked up some bad habits in the last year. Please forgive me."
"You certainly have. Julie is also a member of our family now, and you will treat her with the same respect as the rest of us. Understood, young man?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What's gotten into you, son?" Dad asked.
Jack looked down at his feet.
"Uhm, I'm not sure if Professor Purkoney is okay," Kitty said as she came back into the room. "Right after she shut the door, it sounded like she banged into it, then she started making little screams. I knocked and asked if she's okay, but she just kept making those little screaming sounds."
Jack looked up and smirked. "She's okay. It was just a long drive here." He walked back to the bathroom, then banged on the door. "Get dressed and get out here, Suze. You can do that later."
"Sorry, it was a long drive," Jack smiled as he reentered the den, "And she has a bladder the size of a thimble and gets the pee shivers sometimes like you wouldn't believe -- especially when she's had to hold it."
Kitty and mom were both staring at Jack, their mouths agape. "And you know these details about your English professor because ...?" Julie asked sarcastically.
Jack raised an eyebrow and gave a tight little smile. "She's a very open person, Julie." He did not explicitly add, "You should loosen up and be more like her."
Julie stared at him a couple seconds, then marched out to the kitchen. A moment later, I did the same.
"Kitty," Dad said.
"I'm ... uh ... gone."
"Thank you, Kitty."
"Now, Jack --" Mom started sternly.
"Excuse me!" Professor Purkoney staggered into the den. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away there." Her face was flushed, and her red hair was a little dishevelled. "Jack, we need to go if we're going to catch those people in time."
Jack turned to Mom. "If I can get back with you a little later about what you were going to talk about, Mom, Susan and I DO need to hurry and catch a couple people before the end of the day."
Mom stood rigidly as he kissed her on the cheek, then left with Professor Purkoney.
Dad let several moments of silence pass after the front door shut behind Jack and his date, then spoke. "He gets that from your side of the family, dear."
"Kurt, this is not a laughing matter."
"I didn't say it was, dear. I was just taking an opportune jab at your relatives."
Despite herself, Mom smiled lightly, then kissed Dad. "We still have a turkey to finish in the kitchen."
"You have Donny to thank for that." He had apparently heard the ruckus and also felt that I did not get the credit I deserved. Good ol' dad.