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!
"Well, that's it," Professor Purkoney said, bringing her napkin up to dab her full red lips. "I can't eat another bite, or I'll just ... bust ... right out of this little blouse."
"The tramp was busting out before she sat down to dinner," my wife grumbled quietly beside me.
Mom was frowning disapprovingly from her side of the table as well.
As far as the men went, however, even Dad looked like he wished she'd try to squeeze in just one more little nibble.
"We're ... uhm ... glad you could make it back with our Jack," Dad said. "Do you have family in town?"
"Oh, no," she smiled and waved her hand. "You all just sounded like such a nice family that I HAD to come. And he wasn't lying, either. You guys are really nice."
"Gee, sounds like a Hallmark card," Julie muttered further.
"Well," Professor Purkoney said, standing up from the table, but bending at the waist as she did so to give me a good view down her blouse (of course, I could not take advantage of the view, lest my wife catch my glance and relieve me of the pesky organ that would get blamed for doing the thinking at that moment). "Kitty, can you show me where some of the bathroom items are upstairs?"
"Sure," Kitty said, wiping her lips on her napkin. "May I be excused, Mom?"
"Yes, of course, dear."
"Thank you."
Kitty walked Professor Purkoney upstairs to the bedroom that she would be using. Jack had been supposed to sleep in that bedroom, but since he came home with the female professor, Mom had quickly switched plans around, and now Jack was to sleep on the unfolded sofa in the living room.
"Let me just change, and I'll get you to show me where the soap and towels are, Kitty."
"Sure, Professor," Kitty smiled.
Susan Purkoney unbuttoned her blouse, and Kitty cast her eyes respectfully downward. Susan unsnapped her bra and threw it to the bed.
"You know, you have a very nice figure, Kitty."
"Thank you, uhm ..." Kitty looked up and saw that the Professor was bare-breasted, then quickly cast her eyes back down again. "Thank you, Professor."
"A pretty young girl like you just has to be running around with your choice of handsome young men."
"I ... uhm ... don't have a boyfriend, Professor."
"You don't?! But, Kitty, you are just cute as a button!" She held out the young girl's right arm, then set her hand on her abdomen. "And a tummy as flat and trim as anything a girl could desire."
Kitty kept her eyes downward and blushed. "Thank ... uhm ... you, Professor."
The professor's hand slowly moved up her abdomen. When Kitty realized where it was headed, she moved her left hand to hold it in place and looked up at the other woman.
"Move your hand, Kitty."
"I--"
"Move your hand away, Kitty."
Slowly, Kitty removed her hand from the Professor's.
Slowly, the older woman's hand moved up and over Kitty's breast, then around in a gentle circle.
"Yes, Kitty, these boobs are nothing to be ashamed of. They may be a little puny right now, but they will puff right out soon enough. I'll bet ... your nipples are already two inches in diameter.
Kitty, bright red and trembling slightly, whispered, "I ... I need to get back downstairs ... right now, Professor."
"Sure, Kitty ... right after you show me where the towels are."
"Y- yes, ma'am." Kitty led the topless woman down the hall to the closet. "They-- they're in here, Professor. You can use any of them. Mom keeps them washed. Now I--"
"I know. You need to go, Kitty. But first, thanks." The older woman leaned in and embraced her, then kissed her on the lips. Kitty held very still while the Professor's tongue entered her mouth, moved around some, then departed.
Quickly, nervously, just wanting to get out of there, Kitty swallowed the spittle the tongue had deposited in her mouth.
"You're a good girl, Kitty."
Keeping her eyes firmly downcast, Kitty walked past the woman. "Thank you," she whispered, then headed downstairs.
Kitty silently took her seat at the family table again.
"Are you all right, Kitty?" Mom asked.
"Yes. Yes, ma'am," Kitty said, keeping her eyes downcast.
"Well," her mother said, studying her, "Have some dessert. You helped make it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Kitty, you're really sprouting," Jack commented.
"Thank you, Jack." Her gaze still did not come up off the table.
"You're gonna make some lucky guy and awfully sexy wife some day."
"Jack," Mom cautioned him. "That's not--"
"I don't like her!" Kitty stood and met Jack's gaze, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I don't like her at all, Jack! And I don't like the way you're acting, either! Mom, may I be excused?"
"Yes," Mom told her, "Yes, you're excused, honey. Do you want to--"
Kitty hurried off to her bedroom and shut the door.
"Jack, what has her so upset?!" Mom challenged my brother.
Jack spread his hands and smiled. "I have no idea. What makes you think that *I* would know? Maybe it's that time of the month."
"Christ!" Julie threw her napkin on the table. Is that the best your little brain can do?! 'Maybe it's that time of the month?' Maybe you're being so sexist because you can't get it up!"
"Oh, I can get it up, honey! I can get it up so far that you'll be kneeling and beg--"
"Enough!" Dad bellowed, standing and moving his hands in a cutting gesture. "Enough of this!" Silence landed around the table, afraid to move lest it be attacked by the beast that had just bellowed.
"Am I interrupting?" came a musical voice from behind Dad.
All our heads turned to look, and Professor Purkoney stood there in her transparent pink nightie top, her red hair hanging loose around her shoulders. I took note that her nipples had to be two inches in diameter and was trying my best to determine whether she was wearing panties without my wife noticing.
She smiled sweetly. "I just wanted to tell Jack that it was time to come to bed, baby." She looked my brother directly in the eyes and held her pinkie to her teeth to chew on the nail. "I'm getting all hot and bothered, and I need to be serviced." She twisted a ringlet of hair around her finger as she stood there.
"This is enough!" My wife said, standing. "Jack, I can't speak for the rest of this family, but I have been insulted more than enough. You take your bare-boobed bimbo someplace away from the dinner table, and if you ever dare to bring her back dressed like this, you WILL regret it!"
Jack leaned back and chuckled softly. "Do I rub you the wrong way, princess?" he asked.
Julie clenched her fists. "Jack, you--!"
"Excuse me," Professor Purkoney's musical voice drifted between the two preparing to face off. "But you are wrong."
Julie looked at her the way that you would look at an eight year old child that had just darted out between two gunfighters preparing to draw.
"You placed a stress emphasis on the word 'will' as though you were indicating that you would see to it that he would regret it."
"Yes," Julie said slowly, not sure whether she was speaking to a total idiot or just someone who totally misunderstood the situation they had just stumbled into. "And he WILL if he ever lets you come in here dressed like this again."
"No, he SHALL. For second person subjects, the verb 'will' expresses predictions; the verb 'shall' expresses promises. So if you are going to personally see to it that he regrets it, you should say, 'He SHALL regret it.' To emphasize the word 'will', as you did in 'He WILL regret it,' you are simply stressing that you are an accurate prognosticator."
Julie shook her head twice, her mouth opening and closing without making any sounds.
Professor Purkoney smiled brightly. "I AM an English professor, after all."
My wife still stood in stunned silence.
Susan Purkoney clasped her hands behind her back and rotated her torso as she spoke. "Anyway, you hurry up, Jack. I'll be getting myself warmed up for you. But for godssakes, don't be too long! Toodles, everyone." She waved, then wandered back up the stairs, her hips swaying from side to side.
She was wearing panties, I noticed now that I could view her from behind, but they were as transparent as her teddy.
Slowly, heads at the table turned back towards each other.
"You do not act this arrogant to me ever again, Jack!" My wife stood away from the table and began walking towards our bedroom. "Time of the month! What a jackass!" she muttered.
"I should ... uhm ..."
"Go, Donald," Dad told me.
I followed my wife to the bedroom and told her many times that she was absolutely right in being utterly repulsed by my shitheel of a brother and his tramp of a professor.
Meanwhile, in the dining room, Jack and Mom kept raising their voices to each other, with Dad sometimes bellowing too, after which there would be a brief period of quiet before everything escalated all over again.
After I got my wife settled down, I walked quietly up the hall to Kitty's room and knocked lightly on the door. "May I come in, Kitten?"
There was no answer, so I tried the door handle. It turned, and I eased the door open. "Are you all right, Kitty?"
"Yeah," she said in a flat voice from her bed in the dark. Her voice gave away that she had been crying.
I stepped inside and pulled the door mostly closed behind me, so there was just a crack of light shining through. "Are you sure? You seemed to be pretty upset at dinner."
"I just-- Jack's just not acting like himself. And I DON'T like that woman! She shouldn't be here! She has no right!"
"Did she do something to you, Kitty? Did she say something?"
"I just ... REALLY ... don't like her."
"Mmkay. That sometimes happens. Any reason why?"
"She's just ... TRASH! What does Jack see in her?! She's nothing more than a loose woman! And Jack didn't used to go for girls like that. What's gotten into him? Does he just not see that she's-- oh, I don't even know the words for her!" A sob bulled its way out of her throat. "He just can't BRING people like that into our house!" she choked out.
"It's okay, kitten," I said, stepping forward and setting my hand on her shoulder. "I'm pretty surprised by the way that he's acting too. And you're right about Professor Purkoney. She's just on the prowl to get as many men as she can to drool over her. Nothing more."
"So you don't like her, either, Donny?"
"She's a tramp and nothing more. What is there to like?"
"You promise that you'll never bring anyone like that home?"
"Kitty, I already have Julie. She's certainly not like that. And I really am not interested in anyone else."
"Thank you, Donny. At least there's one person I can count on to behave normally."
"You shouldn't get so upset, Kitty. It sounds like Mom is informing Jack of exactly what types of people he can bring home and what types he will not. Or is that 'shall not'?"
"Hungh?"
"Sorry. Stupid joke. I think Mom and Dad are taking care of the issue about Professor Purkoney."
"I hope so! She'd BETTER never come around again!"
"Otherwise we'll whack her earlobes until she runs out screaming!"
Kitty smiled slightly in spite of herself. "Yeah, and we'll pull her eyelids out and let them snap back into her eyeballs."
"Yeah, and we'll ... I can't think of anything else nasty to do to her."
"You can ask me. I'll help you come up with some things."
"So you're doing better now, Kitten?"
"Yeah, doing better."
"Good. I probably should get back to Julie. I think she had as much of a problem with Professor Purkoney as you did and even more of a problem with Jack."
"It's not really Jack's fault. He's just confused."
"I know. But that's what I'm trying to convince Julie of."
"Well, go get her straightened out, then. What would this family do without you and me, Donny? We're the glue that helps the others get along."
"You're glue, Kitten. I think I'm just a wad of bubble gum."
"Donny ..." she smiled. "You're not."
"No? After the way you guys chewed me up and spit me out when I saved that turkey?"
"Donny! You know we were just teasing you."
"Of course I know," I smiled. "But I have to tease you back, don't I?" I kissed her on top of the head. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night, Donny."
"Good night, Kitten."