A literotic sexstories: Shapefuckers – Part 1: The Cat by Lexi Lust ,
Shapeshifters. Bestiality. Incest. Lesbianism. You get it all!
My smile widened even further. Though it was my birthday—my eighteenth birthday—I had nothing planned. Well, nothing but a relaxing day spent lying around the house. Joining Candi by the pool sounded like a nice change of pace. Plus, my sister and I had not hung out in nearly a month. I had a serious craving that could only be filled with Candi.
As promised I found my sister by the pool. Her barely concealed frame was stretched out across one of the half dozen lounge chairs that lined the edge of the pool. The bikini she had selected for the occasion was ideal for sunbathing. The only downside was that the lack of fabric left almost every inch of her frame exposed. Only the very most private parts of her anatomy remained covered.
“Hey, sis.” Candi’s voice made me jump. I tore my gaze from her body and focused on her face. Her eyes were open and focused on me.
“Hi,” I said as I settled into the chair to my sister’s right. Unlike her, I wore a rather conservative bathing ensemble. Though it was a bikini, it kept my breasts, slit, and butt completely covered. Well, almost completely.
There was a moment of silence before Candi spoke again.
“How does it feel to be an adult?”
“Pretty much the same,” I said. To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t really thought about it. To me this was merely another birthday. Nothing special about it. Or so I thought.
“Not for long,” muttered Candi. She spoke so softly that I almost didn’t hear her.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
I insisted a little more, but it soon became clear Candi would not tell me whatever it was she was hiding from me. I had no choice but to try and forget about it.
We spent the next few hours exchanging small talk. Every so often the sun’s warm rays would get too much for me to handle and I would go for a dip in the pool. I could have invited Candi to join me, but I knew it was useless. My sister hated water, be it from showering or rainstorms. She had not taken a bath in years. The last time I had seen her in the pool was when we were kids, and that was merely because she has slipped and fallen in. The only type of water she could handle was the kind you drink. She suffered through showers, but only because she didn’t want to smell. It would have made sense if she was a cat, but for a human, it was quite peculiar. But I was accustomed to her odd phobia.
I had just emerged from the pool for the third time when my sister asked the most unexpected question of the entire day. So far.
“Do you mind if I remove my bikini?” she asked.
My heart skipped a beat. I knew Candi had no problem letting others see her naked, but I was far more conservative. The last time another person had seen me naked was two years ago, when I had lost my virginity to Scott. But that’s another story.
“All of it?” I asked, terrified that she would answer with a nod.
“That depends on you,” she said.
“Wh-What does that mean?” I asked, suddenly nervous.
“It means that if you agree to take your top off, I will do the same,” she explained. “But if you refuse, then I will remove my bottom as well.”
My heart skipped another beat. Candi had not seen my topless in years. In fact, she had not once seen my breasts since they had emerged from my chest nearly five years earlier. But was keeping them hidden worth running the risk of seeing my sister naked?
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“What?” said Candi innocently. “I’m just trying to be fair. I want to sunbathe naked, but you don’t want me to. If we’re both half naked, it evens out.”
It was logical, yet no less scary for me. I could simply have retreated to the safety of the house and left Candi to her naked sunbathing, but I refused to let my shyness dictate my behavior. If that meant that I had to go topless, then so be it.
“All right,” I said, unfastening my bikini top before I could change my mind. Candi seemed surprised by my audacity, but the stunned expression soon fell from her lips. Moments later we were both topless. I couldn’t help feeling relieved when I noticed my breasts were slightly bigger than hers. But that doesn’t mean I felt comfortable letting her see me half naked. Unfortunately it was too late for that.
Candi took a few seconds to study my breasts, then returned to sunbathing. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I was beginning to relax when she spoke.
“There’s something I’ve been waiting to tell you,” she said. “I would have told you before, but Mom and Dad refused as long as you were underage.”
“Why?” I asked, suddenly intrigued.
Candi sat up and turned to face me. My gaze momentarily landed on her breasts, but quickly moved on to her face. She looked nervous, which wasn’t like her. Whatever it was she was about to tell me, it was serious.
“What is it?” I asked when she did not speak for a few seconds.
“I need to show you something,” she said as she stood up. “It’s kind of weird, but please don’t freak out.”
My heart was racing, but I nodded to indicate I understood and was determined to try and keep from overreacting. I watched, worry coursing through me as Candi reached down and removed her bikini bottom. For a brief moment I half expected to see a cock, but one glance at her slit—it was clean shaven and looked incredibly tight—told me that was not the secret she was keeping. But if not that, then what?
“Ready?” she asked.
“Not really,” I admitted.
Candi chuckled. But the laughter faded as she began to transform. Her body collapsed upon itself, shrinking at a drastic rate. Black fur spouted across her entire body. A tail emerged from her lower back. Claws replaced her nails. Her ears grew pointy and shifted to the top of her head. Her nose shrunk until only a small triangle remained. Whiskers emerged from her cheeks. But it was not until her pupils narrowed that I realized what she had transformed into.
A cat.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Only a high-pitched whimper emerged. The cat that my sister bad become strolled back and forth a few times, then began changing again. Within seconds, Candi was back to her old self. Her lack of clothes no longer bothered me. I had far more freaky things to worry about.
Neither of us spoke for the longest time.
“Well,” finally said Candi. “What do you think?”
I took a few second to consider my answer.
“It was… awesome!” I finally said. There was no denying that my sister’s strange ability was frightening, but it was also incredibly cool. Not to mention the fact that it explained my sister’s aversion to water. Cats hate water and so did Candi.
“Really?” asked my sister. I could tell she was relieved. Though she acted like nothing bothered her, I sensed that revealing her secret had been very scary for her. Perhaps even scarier than it was for me to find out that my sister was a cat. Speaking of which…
“How is that possible?” I asked.
Candi’s lips curled into a smile.
“I’m not really sure,” she admitted. “I only know that it’s unique to our family.”
It took me a moment to figure out what that meant.
“Are you saying that Mom and Dad…” I began.
“That’s right,” said Candi. “Our parents are shapeshifters too. So is Kyle.”
I couldn’t believe it. My parents, my sister and my brother were shapeshifters. Why was I the only one who couldn’t shift? Unless…
“Why didn’t Mom and Dad want you to tell me until I was an adult to tell me?” I asked.
Candi’s lips curled into a knowing smile. She had clearly understood the conclusion I had arrived to.
“That’s right,” she said. “You can only shift when you’re an adult.”
I was so excited that I had a hard time speaking.
“Does that… Are you… How do I…”
Candi chuckled.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll explain everything.”
I waited for her to continue.
“The first thing you must understand is that everyone is different. I’m a cat, but you could be dog, a parrot or even a mouse.”
“That’s all right,” I assured her. Most of me meant it, but some small part could not help being worried. What if I turned into something gross? Like a cockroach? Or a spider? Yuk! I hate spiders. But even if the animal hidden within my genes was not as cool as a cat, it would still be incredible.
“There are two things you must do before you can shift,” explained Candi. “The first one is wait until you’re eighteen. The second is…” she paused, as if afraid of how I would react to whatever it was she was about to tell me. “…you must have sex with a family member.”
I didn’t react for a few seconds.
“What the fuck?” I finally said. “Are you serious?”
My sister nodded. “The shifting gene is already within you, but the only way to activate it is through incest. If you want to shift, we need to have sex.”
I took a moment to let the new information sink in.
“Are you saying that you…” I began, but I couldn’t bring myself to finish the thought.
Candi nodded.
“I had sex with Mom and Dad.”
I couldn’t believe it.
Incest was bad enough, but finding out she had sex with both our parents somehow made it worse. Not that I could blame her. If incest truly was the only way to activate the shifting gene, I probably would have done the same. In fact, I was about to. The only difference was that my lover would not be my parents, but my sister. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.
“Do you swear this isn’t some kind of joke?” I asked.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she replied. It was the promise we used as children to prove we were being honest.
“Okay,” I finally said. “Let’s do it.”
Candi’s lips curled into a smile.
“Are you sure?”
“No,” I admitted, “but let’s do it anyway.”
My sister chuckled. “All right,” she said. Moments later she was back in her cat form.
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