What would you do if your parents adopted the friend you only saw a couple times a year growing up? You know the one, the one you wanted to keep playing video games with, chase, annoy, and made those events not only bearable... But fun?

Their parents were long time friends, the Fox's were young and passionate and had him barely out of highschool when their pale furred boy was a reality. Juggling their involvement in wanting to bring good to the world through charity and humanitarian efforts and do right by the boy they were raising approached their long time friends one holiday stay-over.

The cat's parents were a little older, Azul was already a thing by the time the kitt had started to appear. There was curiosity, jealousy, wonder, anger, laughter, and love. The full gamut of child aged emotions and a unrealised shift into that older-brother brand of shenanigans which made their holidays  bring to light how they could balance both of their worlds. 

Adoption!

Their parents were both as supportive as could be in the transition. Small gifts and outings sprinkled in liberally to help things go smoothly. As though their relationship needed the addition lubricant at that point. Sure, it was a weird time. Surreal, even. Seeing someone you usually do certain things with waving from the backseat of a car.

Now they were both in the backseat of the same car daily. The awkward silence between them sometimes a product of their sneaking around the night before. Mistaken for growing pains. If their parents had only knew the full extend of just how well they were getting along...

Azul was in highscool. Or, that's how he'd tell you about it. As though it wasn't just a month and a half ago he was in the same junior high his younger, now adopted brother was in. That self-centred youthful bravado that only the hormonal teenaged boys could have. It had already been the better part of the year for them together. Both boys feeling their new home life situation out.

Eachother as well.

It started as glances, lingering into shy exhibitionism for them both. The games they played together on those infrequent occasions were suddenly available at any moment. All it needed wa a spark. A spark that caught on the powderkeg that was youthful hormones, curiosity, desire. Careless naked abandon. 

It was early fall, the weather was nippy. The house was permanently cool to accomodate the thickly furred felines more than it was the pale furred Fox. Well, save his room. Azul's parents were out for the weekend. Not uncommon, now that the boys were settled and 'Azul was in highschool now.' their need for a sitter had come to an end. Cellphones had to be on, calls answered...

Which unfortunately came at the worst time. 

The room was hot for the lynx. The both of them were hanging out and idly playing games together. Staring at their phones... Azul mindlessly stripping clothing off as comfort demanded and the night grew cooler. His loose fitting boxer shorts did nothing to hide the outline of his package. The occasional stolen look at porn made an obvious outline from time to time.

The Fox was comfortably attired, shirts in layers, fitting pants, nestled into a blanket-den. Comfortable and somewhat sleepy the younger, more naive kitt had naturally drifted closer to his familiar older brother. The games forgotten, the TV mumbling away. Phone a few feet away, notification lights blinking.

The slow descent started with a shoulder nuzzle, nose rooting in underneath an arm as Azul thumbed through social media, soon one handed as the sleepy vulpine nested into his side. The fluffy bare arm snugging him absently closer. Post, post, post... Soft snores coming from the older boy's lap as the kitt ended the night with his face buried in a barely covered crotch.

A fact not lost on the older boy as he did his best to accommodate his sleeping younger brother. Forced to forgo his ritual fap'n nap in favour of a frustrated nap-only. They drifted, shifted, nestled and eventually tangled up together. The younger boy occasionally waking up to extricate some clothing from himself. Even if he did enjoy the heat, the furnace of a feline wrapped around behind him was too much.

Morning lazily encroached on them both. Azul's boxers bunched up and no longer kept him modest. The younger fox's briefs were secured by the loop around his bushy tail. Which had kept anything from happening during the night. But it was morning now and both of them were coming to a slow and groggy realisation.

There was a happy little rumble from the older boy. Azul was always a morning person. He was awake and aware first. The movement rousing the Fox not long after. "G'morning..." they mumbled and made no effort to extricate themselves. The light shifted slowly and so did they. No one needed to be up, no one was home but them.

It started without either of them realising it. Azul and started to feel the equaly bare pale furred body of his brother. Not unlike their initial exploratory games. But, it was far more sensual than their giddy play. Their breathing quickened together and those hands drifted lower with some minor insistence from the smaller vulpine.

The tail loop was unclasped. Azul's poorly fitting boxers only needed to be shoved down the rest of the way and it was then that the older boy covered his younger vulpine brother. His length rockhard and ready after a night of unintentional denial. The older bobcat nuzzled the kit's neck as he adjusted himself, found his angle and with the mess he had already started making... eased himself in.

He was slow, deliberate, waiting for the two-tap go ahead from the kitt. Soaking inside of the boy's bottom. The unsure and mostly-virginal kitt acclimating to more than just a curious fingering. The boy had taken him completely and he wasn't the smallest of things to take.

The two-tap came after some mumbled and largely incoherent series of sounds and the subtle body language of two nervous and unsure lovers. Their sounds changed, their breathing and gasps becoming the sounds of their communication. Too nervous to say anything more substantial as the teenaged lynx eased himself into a workable pace.

It was far better than the oral stuff they had tried. Nice but no comparison to the occasional shared hand. This was a different beast entirely. Azul had lifted him up slightly, the kitt allowing himself to be manipulated. The instinctual motions enhancing their base needs. 

Boo-Bloop! 

The bubbly ringtone from the fox's phone shattered their complete withdrawal from the world. The only thing that had existed until then was the slow rut they had found themselves sharing. Azul kept hold of his hips. But, he had to answer. The kitt reached and brought it to his ear. "H-hello?" came the breath squeak. 

"Hey Mom!" he tried to keep his voice level.
"N-no. I was just making food and left it on the couch."
"He's hear, he's uughn... taking a shower." Azul was picking up the pace
"Y-yeh, I'm alright. Just need to get food."
"I'll tell him when he's finished--" 

It was sudden. A rush of warmth unlike the room surrounding them. The stickiness was a noticeable wash of lustful and unexpected release. The lynx biting back the urge to exclaim his first real orgasm. The sheer intensity of it lasting for what the fox felt like was an eternity. Seconds ticked by.

"O-oh. I think he's coming."