Izumi (incest, catgirl/boy, futa)

Sako held up a blue shirt with a fascinating design drawn on its front for her younger brother, Ferin, to see more closely. Looking over the collar of the shirt, she smiled at him.

“How's this, Ferin? You like blue, don't you?”

Hearing the question, Ferin rolled his eyes, wondering why his sister suddenly took an interest in his fashion tastes, which were rather plain, though not terribly dull. He stared at the shirt for a moment and designed it suits him well.

“Hmm, ok sis, as long as it fits!”

Ferin's tail had risen a bit, waving around for a moment at a casual pace. Sako superimposed the shirt in front of her brother's figure to judge its size and deemed it was more than adequate by her estimate.

“Cherry, my dear, might I lend you a hand?” said a gentle voice. It was the shopkeeper's, who was a kind, older lady, having grown quite found of the siblings for they often visit her and her store, and have made quite a number of purchasers to support her. After the first few encounters with the pair, the lady began to refer to Sako as “Cherry” due to her solid red hair.

“Thank you! But it looks like we've found what we've come for. How much do we owe you today?”

Sako was referring to the basket that Ferin held in his hand by his side. They always carry a batch of fruits, vegetables, even flowers and other goods for trade. The market was the only part of town Sako and Ferin visit, since they don't belong elsewhere; humans in general naturally feel suspicious of their kind, rare as they are, which was a motivation not to cause upset by traveling outside of the market. Despite this, the merchants throughout the market had gotten used to seeing both Sako and Ferin every few days and many of them have, in fact, learned to enjoy their company.

The old lady politely told Sako she could have the shirt free of charge as a token of appreciation for her consistent patronage. Sako folded it up, and tucked it under her arm and took her brother by the hand. “Bye!” they both exclaimed as they head out to begin their walk home.

Sako and Ferin lived in a cabin by a river, about half an hour's walk outside the human town, in a typical forest of striking natural beauty, abundant with luscious green plantlife and crisp fresh air free from manmade influence. Sako was a remarkably beautiful catgirl, as well as a faithful sister, looking after and taking care of her younger brother, just short of two years younger than her. Her hair was one of her most memorable traits, since none of the humans had cherry-red hair. Both her tail and her ears were the same radiant red, with white trim, making her stand out wherever she goes, rendering blending in with regular humans an impractical endeavor. Similarly, Ferin was a fine young man with dark, near-black hair, and the same white trim that matched the pattern of his sister's.

They have been living independently for roughly a decade now, having lost their parents to unknown circumstances at a tender young age, far too long ago for either of them to possibly remember their names, faces, or voices. Up until their early teens they actually were raised in the orphanage in the very town they shop in. Years ago, a woman devoted to raising lost and misguided children at the orphanage discovered the feline siblings out in the rain, cuddling together in tears. As a compassionate woman she took the children into her care. Many of the humans were not pleased with the discovery of a catboy and catgirl living within their town, yet the caretaker managed to protect them, and all was well throughout their childhood, until finally they had no choice but to leave upon reaching their teenage years around their maturity.

Halfway along the path back home, Ferin looked over to his sister as their walk continued. “Do you think we'll ever meet... another?” He spoke of others of their kind. Their whole lives they had never met another feline person. The humans rarely speak of such things, but they are aware of their existence. “Oh, Ferin...” replied Sako, letting out a sigh. Every now and again her brother would spring that question, typically when his mind would wander too much. They led simple lives. They shared a cabin, frequented a nearby spring daily

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