“Big bro!” A little voice pierces through your conscious. “Big bro?” You chose to ignore it. “Wake up big bro!” Something shakes your arm…you chose to ignore that too. “Wake, uuuuuup!” It’s becoming…mildy hard to ignore. “Wake up, wake up, wake up, wa-” Your eyes shoot open as a heavy weight starts bouncing on your midsection. You blindly flail your arms and manage to capture a giggling muzzle. 

You let your arms flop back to the bed and groan. Everything is attacking your senses much too fast. It takes a couple blinks for your sleepy haze to fade, and you first recognize the sunlight pouring through your blinds. You then turn your head to the creature that just pounced on you. Looking down on you was your little fox brother. His mouth hung open as he softly panted, his fluffy tail fanning the air behind him. “Good morning big bro!” He chirps as if he wasn’t just trying to kill you. 

You hate to admit it, but it’s kind of cute the way his blue eyes shine when he smiles. But it’s too early for cute. You close your eyes and mumble something telling him to go away. “Noooo, big bro?!” He whines. “Wake up!” He grabs your shoulders and starts rocking back and forth on your vital organs. “Wake, up! Wake, up! Wak-”

Your paw clamps back down on his muzzle with more force. You rather rudely tell him to get out of your room. “But…” His ears and tail droop. You stiffen when he leans back, and you feel his soft rump settling on your crotch. “You promised to take me to the movies today…”

Oh yeah…dammit. Mom and dad are away for the weekend, so what was supposed to be your Saturday is spent babysitting. Although at the moment, the baby’s sitting on you. Alright, alright, you sigh. You tell him there’s no need to cry, you’ll keep your promise.

“Yaaaaay!” He cheers, bouncing on your crotch. You gasp and stutter a command to go get dressed. “Ok!” He jumps off and dashes to the door, his tail lifts the back of his oversized t-shirt—a hand-me-down that you grew out of 5 years ago. Your eye follows the back of his redlined white briefs and the exposed creasing of his butt on each step. You think he might be outgrowing that pair. “And I wasn’t gonna cry!” He pauses to confirm just before leaving. Sure…

You lazily walk to the bathroom and turn on the sink. You soak your washcloth with hot water and bring it to your face. The warmth helps bring you further to your senses but does little to help cope with the fact you’re up so damn early.

You hear the soft tapping of claws on the floor approaching and turn to see your little brother whisk in without even a knock. “I gotta pee.” He casually announces, lifting the bottom of his shirt to his chin. A white tummy bordered with tan fur gently bobs on each breath. You remind him to lift the toilet seat when you see his paws reach for his briefs. “Oh yeah.” He does so, and you turn away when his paws go back down. Moments after, the burbling of a stream fills your ears. You feel a mix of flustered and annoyed that the little brat had to barge in. You continue washing your face to try to distract yourself.

“Big bro!” He tugs at your arm. You grumble something akin to ‘what’ through your washcloth. “Look, look, a spider!” You look down at where he’s pointing and see no spider, but you do see his dripping uncut 1.5-incher. He giggles. “Made ya’ look at my wiener!” He sticks his tongue out as he shakes the drops off with extra gusto. You look away yet again, your face turning pink.

Your little brother shoves and squeezes his way in front of you at the sink to wash his paws, giggling at your grumpy exclamations. You ruffle his mat of dark brown hair. Your parents would probably appreciate it if you got him a haircut, but in your opinion, you’ve already committed enough effort for one Saturday. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” He looks up at you to ask. You don’t feel like making pancakes. “I’ll help!” The last time he ‘helped’ make breakfast was for dad’s birthday and you ended up having to do twice the work cleaning up after him. “Pleeeeease? I promise I won’t be messy this time!” He wraps his arms around you and gives his best puppy eyes. You are unphased, he will have cereal and he will like it. “Aww!” And he did actually like it. Annoying little cubs like anything brightly colored and full of sugar.

“I’m finished!” He presents his empty bowl and what was a tall glass of orange juice. The hell? You swear it hasn’t been 30 seconds since you set it down in front of him. “Can we go now?!” He asks with a bounce. You didn’t even get to eat. “Awwww! Hurry!” He watches with a look of distraught when you take your time sipping orange juice. “C’mooooooon, eat faster!” You grumble that you’re gonna eat slower if he doesn’t shut up. 

A flash of cubbish frustration crosses his face just as he opens his mouth to protest, but his cheeks puff up in a pout before any words escape. He instead chooses to glare at you as you spoon processed sugar and wheat into your mouth. He switches sides, pulling different faces, inching in so close you feel his breath on your fur, and darts away giggling when you swing to punch him (gently of course…mostly gentle). You give him another glass of orange juice but it’s only a temporary distraction before he’s back finding new ways to silently annoy you. You give in and hurry to finish the rest of your ‘meal.’ 

“Yeeaaahh, let’s goooooo!” He clutches your arm and pulls you to the door. You bark that you don’t even have your wallet, and he subsequently tugs you along back to your room. A quick grab, and he’s jerking you back to the door as if you’re on a leash. “C’mon, c’mon!”

Your walk to the subway together is peaceful. Your brother sings the Wonder Wulf theme as he skips along. You then remember that’s the movie you agreed to take him to, ugh. Typical dumb cub fodder. “Who’s your favorite Wonder Wulf hero big bro?” You haven’t watched that cartoon since you were like…12. But you do remember liking one character. “Lieutenant Chow-Chow? She doesn’t even have powers! Why’d you like her?” You have an early puberty-brained memory that she was pretty hot. “Ewwww! You wanna kiss her and stuff?!” Yeah…yeah you do. Emphasis on the ‘stuff.’ “Bleugh!” He sticks his tongue out for a fake gag. “You wanna know who my favorite is?” Not particularly, but you imagine you’re gonna find out anyway. “Wonder Wulf!” Stop the presses. “He’s big and strong and cool and he’s got tons of muscles!” You think you know who his puberty crush is gonna be. “He’s got lasers in his paws, and a supersonic ‘woof!’ and flies around like ‘woooooosh!’ and saves everybody! And he’s got his super cool tool belt, with a buncha stuff like a…” He goes on like that for the whole way to the station. It took all your strength not to interject by blurting ‘gay!’

You only wait for a short while before a train arrives. A centipede of dull metal and aged LCD signs thunders in, you scowl upon seeing how crowded it is. After some squeezing and pushing, you’re able to secure one seat. Looks like you and your little brother will have to share. “A window seat!” He piped with a bob of his poofy tail. You sat down first, and he was happy to take his spot on your lap. Your heart thumps as he plops his supple bottom down, landing snuggly against your bulge. You wrap your trembling arms around his midsection to keep him steady as the train starts to move. Your face grows warm. You realize that when he’s not annoying or trying to commit bodily harm, he’s pretty soft…and he feels…k-kinda nice. 

“Big bro?” You flinch when your little brother calls for your attention. His big innocent eyes don’t seem to catch a whiff of your impurity. “Can I use your phone?” You take a moment to clear your browsing history before handing it over. As much as you hate his grubby little paws on it, it usually shuts him up. Usually. “Big bro, look!” Minutes later he shows you a cheesy meme with a curse word in it. “W-what d-does it s-say?” He barely chokes out around suppressed snickers. You roll your eyes and boldly read it out, emphasizing that particularly colorful word. He bursts out laughing, covering his mouth as his voice goes high pitched. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit too, he finds joy in the dumbest little things.

As the stops went by, you noticed that your brother couldn’t sit still, constantly bouncing and shifting almost in-tune with the train’s bumps. You tried your hardest to ignore it, he doesn’t seem distressed as his eyes are locked onto the phone, yet he grew more restless. You could feel every twist of his hips, every clench and jiggle of his rump, even the lining of his underwear brushing against your bulge through his thin shorts. Your eye twitches, you’re on the verge of squirming yourself. You rasp in his ear asking what the hell’s wrong with him. “I gotta pee.” What?! It hasn’t even been an hour since you left! Why didn’t he say something earlier?! “I dunno, I didn’t have to go earlier. But I can hold it.” 

You doubt that given that he still squirms into your lap. As he squeezes his thighs together you can feel his butt tense against your crotch, and then grind down on the next set of shivers. You bite your lip, some panic growing that he might piss himself on your lap…but also because his ass feels really good. You stare out the window, trying to distract yourself. There’s only a few more stops, hopefully you’ll get there before either of you causes a scene in public. 

Finally, after what fell like hours of gritting your teeth, it’s time to get off. As the train slows you tell your kit bro to stand up, holding him by his hips to keep him supported. You need a few moments to let your, uh, shame, down there soften up. “We’re here!” His tail dusts your arms. You can feel him shiver and his hips give the slightest bit of a sway. You can’t tell if it’s out of his rising urgency or train’s last few jolts.

The train stops, the doors open, and you and your brother flow out with the mass of furs onto the platform and up the stairs into daylight. You take frequent glances at him as you walk, he doesn’t seem to be in peril while in motion at least. But as you stop at a cross walk, your brother keeps stepping in place. “Big bro,” He tugs at your shirt. “I really gotta pee.” You sigh and his ears droop. “Sorry.” He mumbles. It’s a 10-minute walk to the theater, you ask if he can make it there. “Uh-huh.” He nods. 

The light changes, you and your brother make your way across the street. You hold his paw, and he sends the other to his crotch. You take that as a que to pick up the pace. You watch him over the next couple of blocks, his tail swishes with the faster steps. You find it kind of cute, as if it were a speed meter or a bladder gauge. If the latter, you hope you don’t get to see what happens when it reaches ‘max.’ 

“Can I use your phone again?” He asks. A cynical side of you wants to comment on how he can’t even just walk without your phone, but it might be a good thing to keep him distracted. He takes his paw off his crotch to hold your phone and his walk turns into more of a fast march, his knees instinctively raising to keep pressure on his bladder. You keep an uneasy eye on him.

A red light catches you at another crosswalk. Your little brother twist-steps in place, he lets go of your paw to instead clamp back on his crotch. It’s a strange scene, his urgent dances contrasting his blank face, too caught up in something on your phone. You worry if he’d even notice if he started to piss himself. But you’re halfway there, he should make it. But then you think…the bathrooms are behind the ticket counter, and then there’ll definitely be a line to buy the tickets, and one for the bathroom too. Ugh…you sigh. You decide it’s better not to risk it. Your own embarrassing experiences growing up taught you how to make emergency potty breaks.

The light changes, you cross the street and pull your brother between two buildings. “Huh? Where are we going?” He finally looks up from your phone as you fall under the building’s shadow. You continue down the alleyway until you and your kit brother are hidden behind a dumpster. “What are we doing?” He asks as you retrieve your phone. He immediately uses his freed paw to add more pressure to his boy-parts. You tell him to pee here. “What? But I thought we were going to the movies!” His feet grow impatient again. You still are, but you know he won’t make it so he should just go now. “Yes I will!” No, he won’t. He’s squirming now. “Will too!” No, he clearly won’t. “Wiiiiiiill!” No he-Ok, this is getting nowhere.

You kneel and start untying the knot on his shorts. “Noooooo!” He pulls away knock-kneed. He can barely stand up at this point, no way he can hold it through 2 lines of movie goers. His cheeks grow pink. “But someone might see my wiener!” Oh, but he was so happy to show you his dick at home earlier. “But, but, that was funny!” You beg to differ. “Pleeeeease I don’t wanna go here!” He hops in place, tears starting to well in his eyes. You tell him no one’s gonna come back here. “B-but what if someone does?” Then he better hurry and go before they do. “Mmmm…” He whines in response. He forces himself upright and halts his dances for you continue undoing his pants. 

You pull him closer by his hips and feel him shaking. You untie his shorts strings and stick your thumbs in his waistband…but that’s when you start shaking. You’re really about to just…take your bro’s little pee-pee out in the open. “Big bro…” He whines, slowly stepping from foot to foot. Right, right, you gotta suck it up before he pisses himself. 

You gulp and tug his shorts and underwear down to his knees. Your face goes hot, you’re right at eye level with his trembling mini bits. And as you move aside and peer back, you get a view of that perky bubble butt that teased you on the train. Um, well, you tell him to…go, now.

“Hmph…” He grabs his short length and holds his breath. Still holding him by his hips, you feel him shiver out of desperation. He does a small pad in place as he looks around, and then locks pouty eyes with you. You force the gentlest smile you can and nod, no one’s coming. “Nnah!” He groans a whine just as his footwork stops and a strong jet of urine bursts from his little firehose. You feel his wiggles of relief, and his tail brushes your face with satisfied swishes. You trade looks between his furious stream, and his overwhelmed open-mouthed blushy face…he’s so cute, that dumb little baby. You can’t resist the urge to rub the side of his hips, your subtle way of telling him ‘good job’ for making it.

The loud splattering of his flow goes on for half a minute before it gradually weakens to a thin stream. “Big bro?” You blink and sputter out a ‘yes.’ “You saw my wiener again.” He says before snickering. You sigh. Is this what your parents mean by ‘brotherly bonding’? Eventually there’s nothing but a passive drip with his little ‘wiener’ which he ends with a shake. You begrudgingly release his hips to let him redress. You manage a quick peek behind him just as he bends over to pull up his briefs, and then his shorts, watching the fabrics hug his little tushy. “Can we go to the movies now?!” He spins around and asks with a peppy tail swish.

You pet his head and roll your eyes in faux annoyance as you answer ‘yes.’ “Yaaaaaay!” You smile to yourself, knowing he’s all happy because he feels better now. That dumb, cute little baby.