Two weeks earlier Jack's dad had been offered a job as manager at a new electronics factory in this small town of Brentwood, Jack's dad had taken it immedialty without thinking too much about if his family would like to move, Jack was only 16 so didn't really have a lot of say in the matter anyway but jacks' mom had made sure his father knew how unhappy she'd been that he'd decided to take the job without consulting her first, after a few days of tension the issue was resolved and plans were made for the move.

Jack walked into the kitchen, it felt strange this new home and it wasn't just the fact he was still getting used to it, their was a weird atmosphere that he'd first noticed when they had come to view the house a week before he'd mentioned it to his parents but they told him he was imagining things, maybe I am, Jack thought, the house had been a holiday home before and had been upgraded from a cabin to this luxury home.

"Hi Honey," said a soft female voice from behind him, Jack turned to see his mom leaning over to unpack a box of kitchen stuff.

Alice Harper was in her late thirty's but with her fresh face, long curly brunette hair and trim body she looked a little younger, she was in between jobs at the moment and had become bored just sitting around at their previous home and looked forward to the challenge of decorating this new house, it would give her something to occupy her mind, she smiled at her handsome son and thought again how quickly he was growing up, he seemed to get taller every time she saw him, he was even taller than his father now she thought at over six foot.

Jack smiled back and as he did he couldn't help but admire his moms body, particularly her breasts as they pushed forward against the thin cotton t-shirt she wore as she leaned down to pick some cutlery out of the box at her feet, he felt a little excitement in his stomach and his cock stirred slightly, even though he knew it wasn't right to feel sexually attracted to his mother for the last year since he'd begun puberty he'd not be able to stop the little fantasies he was having about fucking his own mother, it always made him horny.

"Hi Mom, where's dad?" Jack said, he moved to the fridge to get some orange juice.

"You know your father Jack, he's already busy setting up his computer in the study,"

"Yep, that's dad alright, need a hand?" He asked.

"No, I'm o.k. thanks hon, but you could go and find Zippy if you like, he disappeared about an hour ago haven't seen him since, probably upstairs somewhere," Zippy was the family cat, he too hadn't be happy about moving and had hissed and screamed in his cage all the way there.

"Sure mom," Jack replied and walked out the kitchen and up the stairs.

Jack reached the top of the stairs and heard Zippy yowling from the other end of the landing, Jack turned the corner and saw the ladder leading to the attic was pulled down, funny he thought, who's been up in the attic? he wondered, again Zippy yowled this time Jack could tell it had come from the attic, damn cat probably got stuck Jack thought, he began to climb the ladder.

It was humid and dark in the attic, Jack stood at the top of the ladder and pulled the string to turn the light on, nothing, Jack tried again, still nothing, he peered into the darkness.

"Zippy c'mon," Jack called out, he waited for a few seconds but heard nothing. Jack climbed up into the attic, there was a thin wood beam on which to stand, then he heard a rustling in the shadows, goddamn cats playing with me, Jack thought.

"Zippy get your ass over here now, there's some kitty chunks in it for you if -" Jack felt something begin to crawl up his leg, inside his trousers, he could feel sharp claws digging into his skin, he panicked and started to wave his leg around wildly, then he felt teeth biting into his flesh, he yelled loudly and lost his footing falling to the floor, he felt the little feet continue to crawl up his leg, and lay there frozen in terror as it did, finally it reached the top of his leg and for a second did nothing before sinking it's fangs into his scrotum, Jack yelled out again as a wave of pain swept over him then he passed out.

Two hours later Jack woke up, he was lying on his new bed in his new bedroom, his head felt light and woozy, and his throat was incredibly dry.

"Jack are you o.k.?" It was his father, Carl, was leaning across the bed looking at his face.

Jack looked up at his dad and smiled weakly.

"What the hell happened? Me and your mom hear you screaming and find you passed out in the attic,"

"I'm not sure, but something attacked me,"

"Attacked you? Son are you doing drugs?" Asked Jack's dad, he was getting angry, Carl always felt Jack was a bit of cry baby, or mommies boy, in fact Carl had the sneaky suspicion his son was gay and Carl didn't like gays but he wasn't sure and he at least had to act like he cared about his son.

"Drugs! Dad, something bit me that's why I fell over and hit my head,"

"Then show me the bite!" Demanded Carl, he thought Jack was looking for some attention.

"It's erm not that bad dad...really," Jack suddenly remembered where he had been bit on the scrotum and thought about how embarrassed he would be to actually have to show that to his father.......(cont)