Kathryn and Nate were so busy getting to know each other much more intimately, that neither heard Kelly park her car in the driveway as she came home from college for the day. It was not until she entered the house and announced her presence that they were aware anyone had arrived.
Kelly set her text books down on the kitchen counter, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and planned to watch some television before eating dinner and finishing her homework.
However, the sight that greeted her upon entering the living room was far more interesting than anything she ever could have seen on cable.
The naked woman she didn't recognize. What she had been doing before Kelly's arrival was fairly obvious. It was who she was doing it with that caught Kelly's attention.
The face somewhat looked like her younger brother Nate; except for the goatee (no pun intended), pointed ears, and small horns sticking out of the man's forehead.
The chest and arms showed signs of someone more in shape than Nate was. But it was everything below the belly button that intrigued her the most.
Okay, let's be honest. One particular thing is quite interesting,, she thought to herself, as she stared at the twitching, furry cock sticking out proudly from what Kelly thought was a satyr. She had seen a few drawings in her old Mythology 101 text book, but they were all a work of fiction, right?
Besides, all those drawings paled in comparison to the sight before her now.
"N-Nate?" she asked cautiously, while setting her soda down on the coffee table. "Is that you?"
"Yes Kelly, it is," said Nate proudly, while turning around on his goat hooves to show his older sister everything. "I'm a satyr now. Satyrs are cool."
"But... when? How?" Kelly asked, confused, as a hint of something began to tease her nostrils. Maybe they've been smoking pot and I'm getting a bad contact high she thought to herself, trying to make sense of the situation.
"My doing," bragged Kathryn. "This is the start of me trying to make the world a better place, although there are some modern conveniences I definitely want to keep, like indoor plumbing and the Internet."
"And you are...?"
"Kathryn," said the other woman, holding out her hand to greet Kelly properly, but the handshake was never returned.
While Nate's sister may have been keeping up her end of the conversation, Kelly's eyes never left Nate, or at least; they never left the now fully expanded cock sticking out in front of him.
I can't be getting turned on by my own brother. Can I? wondered Kelly, as the mysterious scent grew stronger. She finally determined it was a unique combination of rich woodland forest aroma, strong male musk, and the obvious smell of sex.
"Nate, I--" began Kelly, as one hand started to wonder why her top seemed too tight, while the other began to ponder how quickly it could free her womanhood from the confines of her clothing.
"You feel it too, huh?" asked Nate the satyr, while taking a seductive step closer to his sister.
"It's your satyr pheromones Nate," said Kathryn, without the least hint of jealousy in her voice. "Enjoy yourselves," she added, as the witch began to play with herself.
"That would be incest," warned Kelly, although her eyes never left his satyr-hood as her lower hand slipped in-between her skirt and panties.
"We could have a lot of fun together," said Nate in a deep voice, moving much closer to his sister as he started to give in to his new found lusty instincts once more.
"We... could?" Kelly asked, as her free hand moved from caressing her breasts outside her clothing to fondling Nate's bare satyr cock. "I--"