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My name is Jonah Harrick. I was born into this world as a healthy baby boy, raised as a respectable and courteous young man. I am timid by nature and not much of a sociable person, whether those traits have to do with my unusual quirk or not. However, where I normally think little of myself and of the world I strive to keep a positive outlook and attitude, believing that one day I will pass through the red tape and roadblocks of life and achieve the fulfillment and happiness I desire.

At this moment, two roadblocks hinder that path. The first being the quirk...

I'm a Werecat.

It's exactly like how it sounds, only instead of becoming a wolf by the light of the full moon I become a cat, a brown coated cat by the way. Despite the relief that I don't prowl the streets looking for fresh human flesh and blood I am occasionally a slave to feline instinct, acting upon behaviors and desires a cat would normally have. I need to escape my home, prowl the outside world though only for curiosity and independent fulfillment sake, meet up with fellow felines like me or close, and seek affection. I also have become entrapped by one overly demanding instinct at times; the need to mate. I can't begin to describe some of the feats I have done to indulge my beastly yearnings, especially since there are very few female Werecats in my town. And I promise you that I am never proud of it.

It was only the recent night, during the first night of the full moon that things changed. Out of all the random chances I have in this life I managed to smell out another Werecat, a female Werecat, in the midst of a rowdy human party. And she smelled me out as well. She was beautiful as a human, a tall slender physique with short jet black hair, petit yet supple breasts, creamy peach skin, and glowing hazel eyes blended with the hue of golden yellow. She was even more so when she became her feline self, short but silky jet black fur to match her human hair, a long frisky tail that like to caress every part of my body, and an adoring feline face that was hard to resist nuzzling perpetually. We barely had to exchange words that night, following me outside where we could hide away from the humans, let the moon fulfill its promise in transforming us into our feral forms, and exploring each other's bodies until baser instincts taunted us into becoming one being and sharing carnal bliss. It was a magnificent night to be an animal. I found out her name when the morning sun came, progressing into exchanging words besides saliva and flesh. Her name is Sabrina, and my heart plainly acknowledged what I felt about her since that night despite it was the first time we have ever met.

I loved her.

The second roadblock came the day after, only a few hours ago. My future mate, the one our souls could easily connect between each other and who I still lust for even after the fact...is my cousin.

I had never met her before, never heard of her family; my mother barely ever spoke of her folks. It was only today that she mentioned her sister, someone my mother had kept out of touch with until now, needing a place to spend the night until her husband could follow. They were moving a few towns over, nestled around a thinly populated habitat within the outskirts of the woods. Current economic problems in our time had made it hard for simple folk to hold onto or even receive a job, even for creatures like us. My mom's sister and her family decided to return to their roots, live within the wild like the animals they were and seek out primal paradise away from the obscured issues of humanity. I'm told this place is where a small remainder of our kind now resides, looking to reconnect and be closer to our Werecat family. Their husband needed to take care of a few more things before he could follow. He also knew about their little "quirks" as well. It must be a difficult transition for him, having to tend to his unusual family setting, casting aside modern conveniences for his feline family's lifestyle. I wonder how he's managed to put up with it.

I never asked to be a freak myself, but it seems I couldn't escape my own genetics. The only reason I became a Werecat is because my mother was born one too. Her feline heritage passed on to me as a result, though she thought it wouldn't happen because it would have been a recessive trait. I had never shown signs of becoming one, yet she had planned on sitting down with me and revealing our abnormal legacy if I ever decided to marry or raise kids. But it turned out that the explanation came earlier than expected...nearly three months ago.

To be more accurate, my first transformation was nearly half a year ago. Graduation day was just over the horizon in a few months for me and everyone at High School. I was thrilled with the fact that I was finally almost done with that horrible place; nothing but a prison of unwanted attention and social drama. I'm not lying; two students in my generation committed suicide due to the stresses and melodrama that evil place wrought. At the same time I was also beginning to drown into my worries, experiencing a mid-life crisis too early for anyone to endure. I thought about what I had accomplished and how little it meant to me, how I was uncertain where I wanted to go or experience, or if I was ever going to find the love of life having wasted my opportunities the entire High School years. I felt like I was an outcast even though nobody treated me that way; like a nerd even though I wasn't that intelligent or geeky; like a failure even though I had potential and ability to rise above the ranks. I was a mess!

But was I feeling incredibly anxious because of these unforeseeable answers to my life's mysteries...or was it because it was a full moon out that particular night? At the time I had no idea of my own feline identity, but it felt like it was finally done with being caged, stirring to come out and be freed. Perhaps it was the combination of my stress and the beast's longing for freedom but I needed air; space, an open place to think and move, and through that I took an unusually long walk around the neighborhood that night. Being outside with the sky above me and wind blowing gently against me was always something that helped soothed my nerves and brought me a notion of peace, but on that particular night my body felt electric and wild, admittedly ready to unleash this mysterious primal energy if it would help calm my soul.

I guess I asked for more than I could bargain for.

When I reached the public park I immediately dropped to a crouch and leapt across the field, rolling upon the soft grassy earth like a playful animal. I didn't fight these strange urges at the time because of how content and relaxed I felt, the cares of my busy and hectic life boxed in the back of my mind. I started to let out a cheerful sigh...until it turned into a creepy yowl. It startled me at first, darting onto my elbows as I scanned the area frantically, making sure no one heard that. Before I could contemplate with myself to why I did that my focus shifted hypnotically upon the moon. Looking straight at the pale mystifying orb I felt a frightening pull between us, sensing how it was beginning to affect me but never in the way would I have ever imagined it that night. My muscles became tense; my fingers grasping the earth, and my face suddenly flared with my teeth bared and snarling.

Another yowl involuntarily escaped me when the power of my inner animal overwhelmed, breaking through to the surface with the moonlights help. My skin swelled and burned, feeling an unbearable itch consume my flesh, worse under my own clothes. In a mad attempt to rid myself of the itch I pulled and clawed at my shirt and jeans, unnatural claws grown at the tips of my fingers to help the cause. Even after my clothes were ripped to shreds my body continued to itch and burn only because my flesh had become blanketed with thick patches of brown short fur. Yowling echoed throughout the park, sounding my pain from the cracks and pops of my own bone realigning and stretching into new form, feeling astounding pressure building everywhere. Only until I let out a feline roar did the pressure relieve me, the changes reaching its climax with my limbs more limber for all four running, a tail snaking behind to help my balance, and a feline face and muzzle to complete my animal look.

I wasn't able to move from that spot for minutes, controlling my breathing first from the exhaustion of my transformation. My mind was also befuddled with animal thoughts and desires, considering running away and seeking the woods, needing meat to recovery from my changes, lusting for other furry flesh. Surprisingly (and thankfully), I was able to pull myself together and keep control. With that I was able to first examine and reflect frightfully on what had happened to me, beg the powers that be why I was suddenly a monstrous animal. When questioning and pleading got me nowhere I had no choice but to move on and travel home...though animal instinct made it hard to resist and I found myself finding comfort in prowling the park and outskirts of the town for a while. In time I had forgotten why I questioned my cursed fate and did what I could to appease my inner feline without it ruining my life. At the time I was afraid to tell my mom and dad about what I had become, scared they would now reject me and disown me.

If mom had told me about this before my first transformation...

I kept it hidden as best as possible from mom and dad so I wouldn't freak them out, sneaking out on full moon nights when I couldn't hold back my Werecat self while they were sleeping. Sometimes I would have to wait until I was sure they were either asleep or at least that dad was gone, occasionally going out for drives into town. I didn't know why though until around the third month of having become a Werecat. On my way out one night I made a fuss, knocking over a lamp. It had been moved from its usual location and so instincts alerted me as if a threat loomed in the room and I began to yowl and hiss until I backed against one of the fancy pedestals holding a potted plant. The shaking sound it made lit a fire under my paws making me dash into the kitchen hiding under the table. Once my eyes adjusted to the meager light illuminating the living room I came to realize the lamp and potted plant and sighed at how easily scared I had gotten. My confidence in my stealth obliterated the moment the lights came on across the hallway. My eyes widened to the surprise of my dad holding a bat in ready for a fight. And then there was my mom...wide eyed herself at my appearance, just as much as I was seeing her on all fours, hunched in ready to pounce covered in white fur. It was that night I found out how it was possible that I had this ability to shapeshift into a cat creature; when my mother gave me that pep talk about how any of this came to be. It was relieving to know I was still loved...at least by my own mother. While she kept me in her arms cuddling me lovingly I couldn't help but notice a slight disgusted grimace hiding behind the fatherly smile my dad he gave me.

How are they going to react if they ever found out what I've done with Sabrina?

All the memories I was recalling now scattered as my improved animal sense of hearing detected the sound of a vehicle approaching the house. I didn't need heightened hearing to detect another backing out; my dad taking off for the night. Apparently I learned that, despite the fact my mother had control of her animal instincts and acted the same as she always does even as a Werecat, dad was still a little uncomfortable with the whole 'Were' thing. He was probably going to do a little gambling at our small casino out on the highway or bunk up at a motel or friends place just until the morning. Sometimes I wonder if dad actually still cares about us. We were never that close but he was always there for me when I needed it. But what about for mom? Those smells...ever since my sense of smell also improved I've been noticing conflicting scents over him. Booze; cigarettes; other women. Was he really...I shook the thought out of my head, not willing or unconvinced to believe dad would cheat on mom. He's just confused; I can understand. How could most people keep their composure if they found out not only were you sleeping with a person that turns into a cat monster but gave birth to a son cursed with the same ability?

At least I've gotten use to it now. And normally I would be ecstatic to finally meet fellow felines, again having mentioned that this town is only populated with one...two knowing now of my mother. Looking at the photo mom got from her sister though; reminding me that Sabrina was "one of the family" I lowered my head in shame, feeling my stomach churn from regret.

"Jonah!" I hear my mom call up to me from my room. "Come down here, honey, and meet our guests."

I sighed, knowing how much of a catastrophe this night was going to be, no pun intended.

Traversing down the stairs my eyes squint at the blinding rays of sunlight pouring inside the house, reminded that the sun would soon set in an hour though the orb would set early for us behind the roofs of the neighborhood houses. Already I can smell Sabrina's scent, strongest coming from the kitchen as I reach the bottom floor. I also smell mom and her sister, Sabrina's mother carrying an almost matching scent if not for a few variations. I timidly entered the kitchen with them, the parents gleaming with wide eyes and smiles, Sabrina grinning at my direction as she rested against the sink counter, hands crossed behind. I expected Sabrina's mother to look like a middle aged lady with glasses and a 70's hairdo. Don't ask me why I just did. I was surprised to see she was very youthful, barely looking over 30, long brown-red locks hitting the top of her shoulders. She was dressed like a teenager would, almost like her daughter...though I wasn't wrong about the glasses. I weakly smiled, giving a quick wave of a hand as a greeting.

"Jonah, I like you to meet my sister; your aunt Gertrude and her daughter Sabrina."

"Oh, Crissy!" Aunt Gertrude exclaimed, holding out her arms as she walked up to me in awe. "You didn't tell me your son was so handsome." I took a step back in attempt to escape what became the inevitable hug of death. I was also struck with mixed feelings with the sudden brush of animal nuzzling against my cheeks. "Oh, and he smells like a strong and alluring tomcat. I'm sure all the ladies have been swooning at your feet just to be near you, haven't that?"

I grow silent, not sure how to really respond to that, especially with Sabrina across the room. I glance back to her, finding her holding back an urge to giggle, her cheeks blushing.

"Now, Gertrude," my mom steps up, nudging Gertrude away from me to steal her attention, "Jonah is still new to this. Perhaps we should talk about something else?"

"Oh, don't be so coy, Crissy," Gertrude says. "I think it's good for your son to be as accustomed and comfortable with his feline self as much as he can. It's not like he really has a choice in the matter, especially since it's almost time."

"You still haven't changed one bit, have you sis?" Mom joked, sporting a similarly concerning smile as I do.

As the two laughs Sabrina leaves her counter and starts to approach me, seeing in her eyes what she was thinking. My throat starts to clench up, feeling sweat start to form over my skin and my heart beating like a drum. Sabrina circles me, as if doing a proper examination like a predator to its prey. I'm too ashamed to look at her directly, wanting to say something cheerful but remembering the night before...the mistake I made. I start to believe it wasn't much of a mistake to her, feeling her hands caress the top of my shoulders as she sniffs beside my neck and nuzzles, hearing her purr. My throat unclenches, unable to hold back my own, a hand creeping over my chest to touch hers.

"Sabrina," her mother cries. I start to panic, wondering if letting myself be overwhelmed by Sabrina's affection was enough to post a giant sign above my head and tell her "We had Sex!" Aunt Gertrude, though, was only grinning almost slyly, shaking her head. "Having fun with the tomcat, are we?"

"Sure am," Sabrina answered, walking away to the table next to me, taking a seat in one of the chairs. I was still shaking badly.

"They must have gotten along very well last night," Aunt Gertrude announced.

"Last night?" my mom questions, my eyes bugging out at the sudden remark. "But, how did..."

"Jonah and I already met earlier," Sabrina resumed for her mother, turning my wide eyed surprise to her.

"Interesting. Jonah, how come you didn't tell me you two have already met?"

Nothing but "gah's" and "ba's" and "um's" flew out of my stuttering mouth, the sweat amassing further upon my forehead.

"Jonah didn't know," Sabrina continued. "We just happened to have been at the same place at the same time last night, almost fate. We got to talking and, well it got late and we both found out about "each other."

"Well how swell," Gertrude once more exclaimed. "You must be so relieved then that you're not the only Werecat around then, besides you and your dear mother, of course."

Mom playfully punched Aunt Gertrude against her shoulder, enough though to make her flinch and shout...almost yowl. The two exchanged some mean looks, and then broke out in laughter. I attempted to join, but then my mom looked back at me with curious, judging look and my grin faded back into an uneasy frown.

"So, you two were out there last night, changed and near people? Jonah, I thought you said you wouldn't go out on full moon nights until you were confident enough in controlling your changes."

"I'm sorry mom, I forgot. My friends really wanted me to go to this harmless party, get me to have a night life. I was only going to be there for a few hours, that's all. And then, well..."

"It's my fault, Mrs. Harrick," Sabrina spoke out, nearly rising from her chair. "We met, I got interested in wanting to know more about him, moon comes out before we knew it; we had to hide. We kept out of sight the whole night, just kept each other company until the sun came up. Jonah was a very respectable gentleman."

"You see, Crissy," Gertrude spoke. "Your son wasn't in any trouble. Anyways, I seem to remember another prissy pussycat that would sneak out at night often without her parents knowing."

"Yes," Mom agreed blushing in embarrassment. "But if I seem to recall you tricked me into going out with you those night."

The rest of the conversation focused on my mom's and her sister's childhood, talking about great grandma teaching them how to hunt if necessary, about past boyfriends (human or Werecats), and other sibling stuff I wasn't too interested in knowing. I started inching away from the kitchen, trying to move into the living room so I could leave the two alone to chat and steady my racing heart and breathing, having twice almost been busted with the simple fact of copulating with my own cousin. Sabrina wouldn't let me leave though, grasping one of my hands softly, her eyes mixed with different messages. Her alluring gaze and sly smile told me she was still interested in me despite our "heritage." At the same time I could sense she was trying to tell me "it was going to be ok."

My hand soon became hot and sweaty, the same with my own skin only not from fear of being found out about us. My mom and Aunt Gertrude were starting to look dazed and exhausted, their own peachy skin tones growing redder. My stomach went from churning to hollow, blood pumping and a primal energy starting to flow from my hands to feet. I lost my balance and stumbled onto the steps into the living room, propped up against the wall connecting between the room and the kitchen.

"Oh dear," Gertrude said. "Looks like it's that time."

"Honey," mom called out, "are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "I think I'm gonna head to my room."

"Oh, nascence, dear," Gertrude protested. "Since it's going to happen anyways why don't we get comfortable? It'll be nice to see how handsome you must look."

Mom, shaking off the grogginess of the pending changes, looked at Aunt Gertrude funny. "Sis, I'm not sure he's comfortable with that. I'm not sure I would be comfortable. Would you really want your child to see her mother strip in front of you?"

"Oh, Sabrina and I are quite fine with it. After all, we cats were born to live with the fur on backs, weren't we?"

Before Mom could argue about her sister's lack of modesty Aunt Gertrude was already unbuttoning her jacket and blouse, kicking off her high-heel boots as she made her way into the living room passing me. Though not as intoxicating as Sabrina's, Aunt Gertrude's feline scent was suddenly overpowering with the changes creeping upon us, giving off a aromatic smell. Mom sighed with a huff, doubled over between the kitchen counter and table as she tried to follow. I looked over the corner of the wall I was still plastered against, watching Sabrina cry out an exciting growl as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it on the table as she removed her bra and joined her mother in the living room.

"Sorry about this honey," Mom apologized, noticing her fangs setting in and her ears beginning to break out of her hair in points. "Your aunt was always a free-spirit. I guess being a Werecat doubles that. You could still race upstairs if you want."

I'm tempted to do so. However I felt trounced by curiosity and allure at the spectacle in the living room, watching Sabrina and her mother drop to the floor together, nude and shaking about wildly as their forms shifted and changed. White and brownish red fur spread over Aunt Gertrude's back and shoulders, her spine arching as it lengthens down to her rear, pushing out into her growing tail. Sabrina follows foot with her familiar jet black pelt hastily blanketing her body, hands and feet swelling and elongating into the animal shaped fore and hind paws. My emotions are filled with content and pride, sneaking alongside lust, as instincts tell me to not be ashamed to join them and let out my own primal self. In the back of my head I get a disturbing thought at how strangely attractive Aunt Gertrude was herself, shifting into the form of a voluptuous Calico cat.

Any chance to change in solitude passed as my knees gave out on me, sending me falling to the floor. The pain throbbing at my shins and knees was non-existent; the sensation of changing more consuming. With a yowl I rushed at removing my clothes, not wanting them to be torn from the changes but also from the primal thought at how uncomfortable and wrong it felt. Gertrude, Sabrina, and my mother watched as I stood on my hands and knees, nude and sprouting brown fur wildly. I couldn't stop caterwauling, the feeling of the transformation and the flow of animal thoughts and instincts too intense for me even after all this time. Feeling my own body bend and pull, bones cracking and realigning, and the itchiness of my fur growing was still weird and uncomfortable. It was only until I could feel my face explode outward; garnishing a feline muzzle and triangular ears, and feeling my tail grow and curl behind me that I actually enjoyed the transformation, something about losing myself in becoming nothing more than an animal so exhilarating and pleasurable.

Maybe that's why I never took the time to ponder who Sabrina was before we did it.

The living room was now filling with the sounds of cats mewing and purring; Aunt Gertrude, Sabrina and I verbally sounding our relief and joy in our feline forms as we stretched and flexed. Mom was the only one who was still resisting the changes, though her skin was becoming hidden with patches of thin white hair and her face meshed with the contours of a feline's complexion.

"You're going to have a fit all night if you don't get comfortable, sis?" Aunt Gertrude said; brushing what was left of the length of her brownish red hair over her forehead.

"I'll join you all soon," mom said. "I'd like to keep my clothes out of the way for any of us to tear at. I can't afford new ones every week, you know?"

Aunt Gertrude covered her maw as she laughed while mom exited the room, hearing her climb up the stairs hastily. I remained still where I fell to my knees earlier, my body still a bit groggy from changing. Aunt Gertrude began to circle around me again, this time on all fours and like a real animal examining its prey. Her snout sniffed over my shoulders and back side. I jumped forward a bit in shock when she reached below my tail.

"I was right," Aunt Gertrude gleamed with a Cheshire Cat smile. "Lean, masculine, sleek, strong; very good qualities for a male Werecat. Wouldn't you agree, Sabrina?"

Sabrina only nodded in agreement, gazing upon me with those familiar lustful eyes. On all fours as well she proceeded with the same primal examination like her mother, adding several passes of affectionate rubbing and nuzzling. My heart was racing all over again, both from not knowing if this was appropriate around her own mother and for the strong longing I was forming for her. I had to remind myself that I had to suppress those feelings, knowing full well how wrong it would be now. Still; purrs of bliss rumbled from my throat, recalling the pleasurable night we had together and what she was hinting at now.

"Oh, you better take it easy on your cousin, honey," Aunt Gertrude chuckled almost amorously. "He's starting to get all frisky." She sniffed the air around us, soft growls passing her maw. She joined Sabrina, the two of them having secret conversations with their eyes. I could understand what Aunt Gertrude meant, beginning to feel a little worried that even my own aunt was starting to look sexy and tempting. Could I blame her youthful appearance despite her age? Or just my own messed up libido?

I started to feel Aunt Gertrude pushing at my side, nudging me to roll onto the floor against the couch. Sabrina guided me too, lifting my arms and positioning me gently as if setting me up for modeling. I let out a confused meow, wondering what these two were planning for me, the nervousness returning. Sabrina sat next to me, one hand brushing the side of my shoulder with the other caressing the inside of my thighs. She gave off another alluring smile as she leaned forward and fervently nuzzled my face and upper body. I gasped in amazement, feeling panicky of showing her amorous affection of me in front of her mother. But I didn't have the strength to protest, my being having already submitted to her whims. I couldn't take hiding it anymore, letting out a pleasurable purr as I exchanged nuzzles and rubs.

"Mmm...looks like the new Tomcat has gotten use to be frisky." Aunt Gertrude growled amusingly at how Sabrina and I fondled innocently, catching her caressing the top of her furry breasts as she watched us. The scene was bizarre in my mind but my romantic attention to Sabrina was more demanding then unusual sights. It was when Aunt Gertrude began to have a curious interaction with her nose between my legs that I shared equal attention. "So strong indeed...and potent."

I had been aware since Sabrina initiated her sultry behavior over me that my manhood had stirred and throbbed, grazing the bottom of my belly. Having the mindset of a horny animal tends to get in the way of conscious modesty. But once my Aunt had suddenly become interested in my growth my feelings became conflicted. I never desired before to have members of my family admire my member. I wanted to cry out "what are you doing" to Gertrude, but my body once again failed to respond.

The shock of her behavior exceeded beyond my imagination; eyes widened and gasping with a shudder traveling down and up my spine as my Aunt's sandpapered tongue assiduously licked my erection.

"Exquisite," Gertrude moaned, licking her lips. "I see why you like him, hunny."

Sabrina mewed in agreement as she returned to her affection nuzzling, keeping me pinned in place while her body began to grind tighter against my side. Aunt Gertrude only grinned seductively, returning to tasting my phallus. I still couldn't find the will to escape just yet, though my face clearly showed my fright in what was happening. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy; my body lifting its tension, and the conflict inside me decided on a winner. Almost like in a dream I was barely aware of my actions, wrapping a forepaw around the back of my Aunt's head, letting her continue her servicing. The other wrapped around Sabrina's shoulders, fixing my lustful gaze onto her as I locked lips, wanting our tongues to dance together again like the other night, wanting her.

Copulate...Gratification....

Thumping and yowling from above us brought me out of my lustful daze, suddenly remembering my mother was upstairs. Her changes must be finished by now and would soon come back down stairs to join us. But what if she sees this, her sister and niece making out with her own son? What will she think of me instigating their behaviors? What if she tells dad? They'd never look at me the same way again. I'll be lucky to still live under the same roof. I'll be an outcast.

What if...what if I can't stop? What if my mother suddenly joins us, become enthralled in this devious ritual? What if I find her attractive? Sensual? Fuckable??? Is this really how Werecat's are allowed to think?

Cue the voice of reason still floating in pale existents in the back of my dirty and primal mind.

Oh my god; what I'm doing? Stop!!!

Claws tore into the skin of my shoulders as I scrambled away, darting out of the living room yowling. Sabrina and Aunt Gertrude called out to me but I ignored it making a mad dash to the stairs. On the fourth step I collided with something hard and hairy, realizing it was my mother fully transformed into her own Werecat persona. She looked down over me, puzzled, but I was too distraught to say anything as I squeezed passed her leaping into my room and slamming the door behind me.

Not the best or suave exit I ever made. I'm not even sure if I could live up to Gertrude's expectations now; sitting behind the door sulking like a scared pussycat, pun intended.

Time had passed quickly sitting on the floor; moping and lost in fragmented thought that I hadn't realized I had disconnected from the world around me. Strangely all I can remember was hearing my mother and Aunt Gertrude fighting, words and yowls mixed in together. I don't think it was a big one though; I could hear them speaking softly afterwards. I was surprised nobody came up to check on me, which was fine by me. I didn't need to be given 'cheer up' or 'it's going to be ok' lectures. The only thing I wanted was for things to go back to normal as soon as possible with Aunt Gertrude and her daughter gone. The longer they were here, the better chance Sabrina or I could slip up and tell our parents we had sex. Or even worse, the better chance that Sabrina, even my own Aunt, would want to finish what we had started downstairs.

God, I'm a fucking idiot.