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Since this story's been abandoned, I thought I might take it on. It's a little out of my wheelhouse, but it does have incest, which puts it right in my interests and... well, we have to stretch outside of our comfort zone once in a while, right?
The thing is, I just can't continue someone else's story. It doesn't feel right. And my style might wind up clashing with the OP's enough that a continuation would be jarring. Also, if you're familiar with my work, you know I like a little more explanation and setup.
So, I've decided that I'm going to reboot the story, like Hollywood does, except unlike Hollywood, it's possible the original author might just pick up where they left off, and that's more than okay.
So, let's begin...
Chapter One:
My little sister Cassie seemed different since returning from her summer adventure program, but I had no idea how different. She just seemed distant, moody.
I thought she was just suffering from a bad case of puberty. I was right about that, but that was only a small fraction of what was going on. Her time at the Moreau Girls Development Island Adventure Camp had changed her, and not just giving her confidence and leadership skills and self-reliance like the website she'd found when she begged our parents to send her claimed to do.
If anything, it was the opposite. She was shy, she wouldn't go out unless we dragged her. She used to love dressing up in skirts and frilly blouses, but now she wore baggy shorts and a long t-shirt. Only her long hair and the necklace she wore around her neck would have made her look girlish.
But again, I didn't think too deeply, I just thought it was puberty. Or maybe she missed her new friends at camp. She did talk about them, in vague but glowing terms, saying they opened up a whole new world for her. Her friend Kat would chase her through the woods, and she spent a lot of time swimming with her friend Octavia, or Robin who's beautiful singing voice made her feel jealous. But after the first welcome home party, she withdrew.
I missed her. She was twelve, I was fourteen, but we always felt like partners in crime. She may not have dressed like a tomboy, but she acted like one around me... maybe just because she was imitating me, she wanted to be like me, like little siblings often do with their older siblings. And I liked having her around because of it, who doesn't like being worshipped, right? Also, she really was fun. We'd fight, but it was more play-fighting than anything, we'd get into wrestling matches that sometimes seemed to get intense, like a matter of life or death but by the end we'd be laughing and exhausted no matter who won (I usually let her win in the end).
That had stopped, even before she went to camp, I was just starting to get worried it might be weird, if I accidentally touched her breast or butt or something. No, the truth was, I was worried that I enjoyed it too much when I did, that I might cross a line, or she'd start feeling weird.
Yet, she seemed so down, I had to do something, and the only thing I could think of was wrestling with her.
School hadn't started yet, and our parents were at work, and Cassie was down on the couch watching TV with a blank expression on her face. I plopped down beside her... she looked at me, then away. “Camp really changed you,” I said.
She made a strangled honking sound of surprise, kind of like a... quack, I guess, then caught herself and said, “What?”
“Yeah, you're even more of a butt-head than ever.” I nudged her shoulder with my shoulder, and her panicked expression softened, became a tentative smile. It was just a mild insult, stingless because she knew I didn't really mean it. “Come on, admit it, you just lied around on the beach all day.” She didn't, actually, because she didn't have a tan, her skin was pale, nearly white. It was almost like she didn't get any sun at all. That was weird, actually, but they probably just used SPF-100000000000 sunblock.
“I did not,” she said softly. “I did... lots of stuff. Stuff you wouldn't believe.”
“Nuh-uh,” I said, giving her a look over. “You look soft. Like you haven't even been exercising at all.”
“Looks can be deceiving.” She looked away from me, fingered the little necklace she got at camp idly.
“No, I don't think so,” I said. “I bet I could take you down. One round. Of course, you're too chicken to fight me.”
Her eyes slid towards mine. “I am NOT a chicken.”
“No? Prove it.”
“I don't want to.”
“I thought so. Chicken.” I made mock chicken sounds at her.
“Don't do that. It's offensive.”
“To who? Chickens? It's meant to be.” But I needed to let her off the hook. “Come on, if you're too chicken to fight me, let's settle it another way. A video game... let's just do SOMETHING,” I said, my voice going pleading, and then I added, sincerely. “I missed doing stuff with you.”
“I missed doing stuff with you, too,” she said. And I thought maybe there were tears in her eyes. “But it's different now.”
“Only if you let it be.”
She took a deep breath, almost a sigh, then stood up... and crouched. “Fine, come on.”
I grinned, and leapt to my feet, facing her, then crouched as well. I moved first, a feint, but she expected it, and after a few more false starts, we collided, becoming a mass of limbs each squabbling for dominance. She actually was stronger than she was before, and gave me a real fight as we fell to the floor climbing over each other. Her skin seemed weirdly soft, too, a little oily, even before we started sweating.
Softness wasn't the real surprise, though. The real surprise was when I suddenly ran into something surprisingly hard, where there shouldn't have been anything hard. What the hell was THAT?
***
Chapter Two
I dismissed it immediately. Who wouldn't? Some things, the mind isn't capable of comprehending until you're forced to. I made absurd rationalizations... it was just her knee, despite that her knee was nowhere near there. We were moving around a lot, maybe I just lost track. I looked back at her, and she seemed to be taken aback too, pushing me with her hands to keep me away while her legs were wrapped around me.
I wasn't going to go down that easily, so I reached up. I wasn't going for her chest, but I thought she reacted like I did. “No, don't!” she said, but I didn't listen. And my hand did brush against her breast, which seemed bigger than I'd ever noticed, felt bigger than it looked, and I thought, “Oh shit,” as I had before when I accidentally touched her inappropriately. But I couldn't back off, my hand went for her shoulder, and got snagged under her necklace.
“No, don't touch my face...” she cried, and jerked away, suddenly... so suddenly, that my hand snapped the chain to her necklace. It went flying into a corner.
Cassie's body rippled, like a pool of water on a rainy day, and suddenly, the sister I knew was gone. Her soft lips were entirely gone... instead, protruding from her lower face was an obscenely larger orange beak, turned upwards. More than that, I now saw that her white skin was covered, not completely, but in patches, by soft feathers.
She wasn't human. Not anymore. Not completely.
It had happened in the camp. I'd heard about these things... they were whispered on conspiracy theory websites I'd frequented, but I thought they were always bullshit. Secret experiments in genetic cross-breeding, experiments that only worked on the young, and worked especially well on girls. The rumors said that they'd developed a holographic image inducer, that would make them LOOK normal, as long as they kept it on them, that they could be among us and nobody would know. Of course, that detail was why I didn't think it could possibly be real, after all, it was like something out of the X-Men. I think Nightcrawler had one in the comics.
Now, though, I knew, that was Cassie's necklace, why she wore it all the time. She was some fusion of human and animal.
“No...” she whispered, realizing what happened, looking down at her hands. She climbed off me and ran off up to her room, with a sound like a long mournful quack.
***
Oh... oh, no... I meant to take a break here, since this was about where the other one started, and then reread the original story make my 'adaptation' of the rest. But now, as I edited this and checked against the original, I see my mistake now. I simply misread the title all along, I thought it said “My Sister is a Duckgirl.”
Wow, I'm embarrassed. My apologies. I guess I should abandon this. I've got nothing against futa, but it's not really my bag... even writing duckgirls was stretching it, really.
By the way, on an unrelated note, happy April 1st.
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