Cum Calling
#3 of Coons of a Color
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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 (crab-eating raccoon) and foster brother (Cozumel Island raccoon) (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.
Jose let his paw rest on the handle of the closet, savoring the thought that he would see his sister, likely sitting against the wall, with her fingers deep in her wet flower, moaning as she touched herself at the sight of his body. There was a brief wonder of how close Catherine was to orgasm, just before he drew the folding door open.
Panting, Catherine was just where Jose thought she would be. She looked up at her brother, not in surprise but almost in anticipation. Just the night before, Cat had withheld her virginity from Jose, stopping their incestuous union, but tonight it was almost as if she was offering it to him, pleading with her dark brown eyes.
With his prick at attention, it easily drew Cat's attention, who let out a slight gasp. It certainly didn't seem any smaller than before.
Without sparing another second, Jose knelt between Catherine's spread legs, her denim skirt riding up and panties already pushed aside, and lined his dick with her sweet lips, still occupied with her fingers. Planting a kiss on his sisters lips, he gently grabbed her paw with his and held it as he pressed his hips towards hers, spearing her with his rod. Both moaned at the contact of hot flesh against hot flesh. One moan turned into a muffled cry as the shaft pressed deeper, past the natural barrier, the last line of defense against their forbidden act. It tore with a slight press, as Jose slid deeper and deeper into his sister.
"Jose, please..." Catherine gasped, her free paw digging into her brothers back as she tried to ignore the pain, "Stop."
Jose did stop, pausing in his slow, inevitable push to her womb, to give his sister her moment of respite, to grow accustomed to his prick inside her; he would certainly put there in the future if he could.
"Fuck, Cat..."Jose moaned, "If I knew you were this tight." He groaned, burying his muzzle into the fur of Catherine's neck and taking in a deep breath of her smell.
"Don't....cuss." Catherine chastised, though it lost its edge, both from the panting and her brothers dick half inside her.
With a smirk, Jose rolled his eyes just as he rolled his hips forward, continuing his push to hilt himself.
"You can go...faster..." Cat whispered, her paw on his back loosening its grip from a death-grip to a soft hold, almost the hold of a lover, to keep his muscular chest near, and the smell it brought.
With a grunt and hilting himself in Cat's silky folds, Jose managed a nod, trying not to moan and alert their parents to their act.
"Goddamn..." Jose moaned, pulling out faster than he had entered.
"Guh! Don't...Cuss!" Catherine cried quietly, feeling the emptiness Jose left as he drew himself out, "Put it back in!" she pleaded, holding Jose close and pushing her hips toward his in an attempt to get the hot rod back inside her.
Panting with exertion, Jose slammed back into his sister, drawing a "yip" of a squeak from Cat, "Just like that!" she moaned
Jose smirked and kissed Cat's neck, "You certainly know how you want it." He whispered, pausing with his dick deep in her.
Cat just grunted in response, wanting to feel that shaft rub her deepest parts, to scratch that most primal itch, and started grinding her hip against his. The sudden sensation of Jose's fur brushing her clit sent stars of pleasure, filling Cat's lidded eyes, "Please," she begged.
Jose was more than happy to comply with his sisters sweet begging. After she denied him the night before, Jose could think of no better way for her to make it up to him.
Squeezing her paw in his, Jose went full-steam ahead; resting his head on Cat's shoulder as he thrust with all his might, causing Cat to slide up at down the wall. Jose found it easy to keep from being too loud, his body too focused on mating to waste energy and air on moans or grunts.
Catherine, on the other paw, was having a rough time, in more than one way. The rough pounding her brother was giving her was just what she never knew she needed or wanted, and it made it very difficult for her to not scream in pleasure, to call out his name, or just let out feral moans. The only way she could find to contain it was by biting her lip.
Jose could feel the same sensation that he felt the night before, when he was thrusting his cock between his sisters breasts. It was different this time, stronger, harder, and faster it built.
"Fuck..." he moaned, "I'm going to lose it!"
Cat, in response, squeezed Jose's paw. She hadn't before experienced a climax, and was unsure what the hot feeling in her belly signified, but it felt wonderful and frustrating at the same time. She wanted more of it, and wanted it gone in the same breath.
With a moan, the first one from Jose in what seemed to them since they started, Jose pulled out from his sisters wet folds, jerking himself off so he didn't knock her up. It was the one thing his sense of responsibility could stop him from doing.
"Why'd you stop?" Cat whined, wriggling, the heat in her belly dull but persistent. Her eyes still closed, she felt the hot spunk splatter on her belly, but she still needed her bliss.
"Don't worry." Jose whispered, sliding his spare paw to her previously-stuffed, previously untouched, flower. He could feel the heat of their lust, their juices letting his fingers easy access to her.
"Mnn..." Catherine whined again, feeling her brother's fingers in her, "JJ, that's not going to-"she stops with a gasp as Jose rubs her clit and her inner walls with his two fingers.
"Not going to, what, Cat?" Jose teased, her reaction all he needed to know he hit a good spot.
Cat, with one paw still held by Jose, grasped the paw between her legs with her free paw to hold it in place as she ground her hips against it, her clit brushing through the longer hairs of Jose's wrist, his fingers rubbing and scratching her. It was the next best thing to a dick Catherine could think of, and at the moment, it was more than enough. Pressing Jose's paw against her folds, the warmth that had been growing in her belly began to cool, that itch scratched, and feral desire sated. It was the most interesting experience to Jose, as he felt the muscles ripple and convulse around his fingers, and hear her short staggering breaths.
"Better?" Jose asked after a moment, his paw starting to go numb from how tightly Catherine was gripping it, a sly grin on his face.
Out of breath, Cat opened her eyes and stared at her brother, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, "Yes." She said simply.
"Care to spend the night?" Jose asked, hoping they could do it a few more times, maybe somewhere a little more comfortable.
Cat bit her lip, the reality of the situation beginning to weigh her mind once again. She wanted to feel that same sensation, the same many sensations, again. But their parents were just down the hall. They would be pressing their luck if they went at it again, and Cat had been pushing her self restraint, which may not last another fuck.
"Keep it in your pants." Cat teased, "I think we need to move slower. We went from normal siblings two days ago, to you..." she turned slightly away, a blush burning under her fur, "pounding my brains out." She finished shyly. To change the mood, Cat playfully punched Jose in the shoulder, "That's for cussing again." And both chuckled, the same two foster-siblings, as if they had never had sex.
Jose nodded slightly "I guess you're right. Tomorrow?" he asked in hope.
Trying to stand up, Catherine leaned against the wall for support; her legs unsteady and felt like pudding. "Maybe. We'll see how well I recover." She said, straightening her disheveled clothes. Jose had had an excuse for taking a shower, but Cat didn't, and she needed one. She could smell the musk of their mating all around, and had no doubt anyone within three feet of her could smell it.
'I guess I'll have to hide in my room.' Catherine thought before turning to Jose, "I'll take your towel back. Hurry and get dressed, or someone's going to get suspicious."
A rumble of a chuckle ran through Jose as he grabbed the towel from the bed and handed it to Cat, "Don't sniff it too much." He teased.
Cat stuck her tongue out before sneaking out of Jose's room, making sure she wasn't seen.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Luke and Mary were having a discussion regarding Jose.
"He's almost an adult. He should know what happened to his real parents." Luke said, "He's strong. He can handle it."
"He hasn't found out yet, we don't need to tell him his life was a lie." Mary countered. Her eyes were red from tears. They had been discussing this since the family had returned from the baseball game, the argument going in circles and circles.
"Was it a lie? Was your love for him a lie? He was as much my son as if I had fathered him."
"Then he doesn't need to know you're not his father." Mary began tearing up again
"He deserves to know. He deserves to know his true heritage. He'll still be my son to me."
Mary seemed tired of the circular debate. She knew neither side would yield, and she didn't want it to get worse. "At least wait until he's 18." Mary said, hoping for a compromise.
"If he asks sooner, I will tell him." Luke said, "But if not, I will wait. Now, let's get dinner ready."