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As per my promise to write a sequel, voila. Jose and Catherine begin their trek down that road they believe to be named "Incest"

Guess what time it is, everyone! Disclaimer time! *Applaud*

Disclaimer: All characters belong to me. Any resemblance any characters or places have to real characters or places does not imply ownership/relation to said person or place. The following story contains sexual acts between a sister and foster brother (semi-incest). Anyone finding the content dissatisfactory or inappropriate, you have been warned: I don't care. This story was written because I felt like writing it, and not to appease anyone and their fetishes.

Those not of state-recognized age (18 in the USA) have also been warned of the adult content. I will not be held responsible.

On to the story! Yay!

"I don't think what's-her-name in math class will be distracting me anymore."

Catherine rolled the thought around in her head as she sat, naked, in front of her brother, Jose. She wondered what he meant by that. He was a guy, so of course he would want to do this sort of thing more often, but did she? When she entered his room, it was more a spur-of-the-moment decision. She wouldn't deny it felt good, but now that the lust-filled fog was lifting from her mind, she couldn't help but feel guilty. They were siblings, after all. Even if they did love each other, there wasn't any place that would allow them to be together, if they made it that far. One year, two for Jose, was a long time, and they could get found out at any time.

As Catherine looked at Jose, he didn't seem to be sharing those concerns. If she could have read his mind, she would have found little but the thought of taking things to the next step. She didn't need to read his mind, though. His prick was still hard, all the evidence she needed of his thoughts.

Catherine bit her lips in thought. Even though her mind was clear, she was still hot.

"I think I should go before mom or dad find us." She says, gathering her towel. Jose looked as his sister stood to leave, his face a mix of disappointment and apt attention on the nude form. Were the situation completely different, he would have blurted out 'Will I ever see you again?', but as it was his sister who was leaving, he knew he would see her tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after.

Cracking the door open, Catherine looked down the hallway, making sure she wouldn't be caught leaving Jose's room, before quickly making her way to her own room a few doors down.

Jose, no longer pent-up but still wanting more, he lay back against the wall, his mind filled with fantasies of his temptress of a sister. A few doors down, Catherine lay in much the same situation. As neither had touched their private parts in any other fashion but to clean, they began experimenting, picturing the other the one performing the ministrations, rather than their own paw.

So passed the night of the two 'coons first tryst, their first step down the road they name "incest"

As the alarm clock buzzes on Catherine's bedside table - a good half hour before Jose's own clock would go off- she makes use of the empty bathroom, unaware she was still undressed from the night before. Luckily for her, their parents were often out of the house and at work well before Catherine or Jose wake.

Catherine enjoyed having the bathroom to herself so early in the morning. No having to deal with sharing the sink, or leaving in the middle of preparing for the day so Jose could relieve himself.

However, Jose had a reason to wake early. There was to be a baseball game that day, with practice during first period, and Jose was never one to arrive any later than early to practice. Still slightly groggy, he wanders into the bathroom, instantly waking at the sight of Catherine, nude once again before him.

"Damn..." he mumbles, "I should wake up early every day."

"Jose!" Catherine squeaks, covering her body in instinctual embarrassment with one hand, pushing Jose out with the other.

"Don't cuss!" she ordered as she closed the door once Jose was out, "Go back to your room so I can go get clothes! Why are you up, anyway?" despite having tasted his cream and shaft just the night before, Catherine was flustered at being naked in front of Jose.

With a smirk unseen by Catherin, he slowly walks back "Okay, okay." But once he reaches his room, he doesn't close his door, instead waits for Catherine to go past. Unlike Catherine, Jose was having no thoughts about their relationship being wrong or bad. He didn't find any reason why her being his sister would be a problem, not after last night.

Catherine, sure Jose had obeyed, dashed out of the bathroom, her luscious breasts bouncing with her quick steps. She saw him from the corner of her eye and made a mental note to pay him back for that. Upon reaching her room, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her heart was racing, and not just from the dash from the bathroom to her room, no was the moisture between her legs sweat. She shook the thought of the implications from her mind and proceeded to clothe herself. When she left her room, she saw Jose leaning against the doorway of the restroom.

Already guessing at what he was thinking, she said "That's all you're getting." With a hint of venom to her words. She refused to believe that her brother, her hunk of a brother, feeling her up with his eyes would turn her on.

Jose breathed a laugh, "You say that now." He said, following his sister into the bathroom. He was still in his boxers and was sporting the beginning of a hard-on.

"You didn't answer my question." Catherine said, applying eye-liner

"What question?" Jose replied, applying deodorant

"Why are you up so early?" she repeated

"Baseball practice; got a game later today." He explained, sniffing his armpits and seemed satisfied with the smell

Catherine put down the eyeliner, pausing before she continued with her beautification. The family always went to watch Jose, which went without saying, but to Catherine, things seemed different since last night. She was almost sure it was all in her head, but it was a feeling she couldn't shake.

Without anything else to do, Jose left without another word to his room where he put on his clothes and grabbed his backpack. "See ya in class." He said on his way downstairs, grabbing something to eat before heading to school, leaving Catherine alone in the house, with nothing but her thoughts. It was still an hour and a half before school started, just over an hour before she needed to leave.

Heaving a sigh, she continued applying her modest make-up before checking her homework, dutifully making sure it was all completed, before arranging her back-pack in her usual fashion; work in order of which period had assigned it, then in order of when it was due.

In other words, her usual morning routine. The habitual motions of it all let her mind dwell on just what, and how, she thought of her brother. Her mind would continue to ponder those thoughts as she ate breakfast, and walked to school alone, which was rare indeed. As she left the house, she reflected that the morning seemed dull and pointless without her brother there.

Little was spoken between the two as the day went by, not for lack of trying on Jose's part. Jose was called out to the baseball diamond during the last period of the day, much to Ms. Farfield's dismay.

Mary and Luke had arrived at the school before classes were let out and were waiting for Catherine so they could all go to the game together. Neither parent noticed how distant and un-interested Catherine seemed, as they were too busy talking about how well they thought Jose would do.

As was mentioned earlier, Jose wasn't the star of the team, but he had earned a nickname; "Base Thief". If Old English were more commonly used, the nickname would have been a great insult, but as Old English was only used in theatre, the name was part endearment, part warning. Jose, with sharp eyes, strong arms, and quick feet, could almost guarantee making it to first base. He had earned his nickname because he was very good at stealing second or third. A few teams had made a practice of having someone keep an eye on Jose to try and keep him from stealing a base, and became a game within a game to Jose; fool whoever was watching with false-leads offs, then take advantage of their doubt for an extra base. For the family, they enjoyed trying to guess who was keeping an eye on their boy, and how quickly Jose would move to the next base under their noses.

Despite Jose's skill, and that of his team, the opposing team was good while out in the field, catching many of the balls sent outfield, though they were slow to get the bunted balls, making for slow innings.

After a few hours, the game came to an end. The home team, Jose's team, managed to squeeze a win by just two runs.

"You had that cat on third base completely stumped, back in the fifth inning." Luke commented proudly to Jose as they drove home, Luke and Mary in the front, Catherine and Jose in the backseat of the family compact car.

Catherine, so used to thinking the smell of sweat disgusting, tried to hide her embarrassment at how hot, really HOT, Jose smelled. "Heh, poor guy never stood a chance." Jose agreed, "I'm going to use the shower when we get home. The showers at school are closed for some maintenance, or something."

Luke just nodded, having nothing to add and no reason to say no. Catherine, upon hearing the news, had an idea pop into her mind. She was still hot and bothered from the night before, and wanted to see Jose naked. Just a little.

Once the family returned home, Catherine waited in her room until she heard the shower turn on before tiptoeing to Jose's room. Once in, she surveyed a place to spy from. There weren't many places. Under the bed wouldn't provide any sort of view, which only left the closet with its slanted slats. Without any better place she could spot, she entered the closet and closed the folding door behind her. She was enveloped by the smell of Jose; some of the clothes hadn't been washed after they had been worn, but they didn't smell like they were molding, which was a blessing.

Or so she thought. The smell radiating from the clothes reminded Catherine how Jose smelled last night, how he cum tasted. She could feel her loins moisten as she went over the events in her head, and tentatively reached a paw to rub herself, falling into her memories and pleasure.

Jose entered his room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. As soon as he closed the door behind him he noticed a couple things. One was that his closet door, normally slightly open, was closed. He would have passed it off as Mary closing it after gathering dirty clothes, something she occasionally did while Jose was in the shower. It was the second thing Jose noticed that gave the first thing importance; heavy breathing and clothes being ruffled could be heard in the silence of the room, coming from the closet.

Jose couldn't imagine Mary sitting in his closet, pawing herself, leaving only his sister, Cat. With a smirk, he tosses the towel onto his bed before going through his drawers, slightly turned towards the closet, and pretending to tap out the rhythm to a song.

Catherine heard the door close, knowing Jose had finished his shower, but she couldn't stop her fingers as they played with her flower. She watched the towel float through the air, as if time had slowed, before turning her attention to the main event; her brothers naked body. Seeing him, and his hardening rod, Cat slid a finger into her hole, a moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it, setting her heart racing. 'Surely JJ heard it.' She thought, not wanting to be caught.

Hear it Jose did, and tried to hide the smile that spread his lips. Looking down, he noticed he was almost completely hard. Unable to restrain his smile any longer, he grasps and whispers loud enough Cat can hear, "Cat, I would show you everything." And proceeds to stroke himself.

In her horny state-of-mind, it was like throwing a log into the fire for Catherine.

After what felt like hours, but was just a handful of seconds, maybe a couple minutes, Jose walked to the closet as if nothing were out of place.