Sox lays strewn out on the couch, wearing a green sweater and red-checkered pajamas, his head half-slumped on a pillow and his feet resting on his mother's lap, the glare of the TV being the only light in the room.
His father sits on the recliner, wearing nothing but brown-stained blue boxers, his fat body totally relaxed.

The three watch the screen as the son lowers, dawn setting over the small winter town, music plays as the show enters credits.
"Hey boy" gruff says to Sox "Can you go get Titanic? I think your brother has the DVD"
Sox sighs, stretching his legs and standing up from the couch, the rim of his diaper peeking out from his pants "Okay, I'll find it" the 12 year old fox says as he walks out of the livingroom, opening a white-panel door which leads into the hallway, the kitchen to his left and stairs to his right, he begins walking up them.

He sprints up the stairs, at the top is the bathroom directly adjacent, and to the right is his brother's room, he pushes open the door, already ajar, quietly; Suddenly his nose is hit with a pungent smell, teenage body odor.
He flicks on the light, his brother nowhere to be found as he steps in, the room quite unkempt, dirty clothes lay in piles, uneven video game cases piled on a small table and posters of bikinied cat women stapled onto the thinly-painted drywood wall.
Sox always felt uncomfortable in his older brother's room, Manny was far more similar to their father, thus larger and ursine, despite being only 17 he stands at nearly 6'4, a foot shorter than Gruff.
Luckily though, he's at a party with his friends, so Sox can search unfettered.

Sox looks around the room, through drawers, under shirts, but he can't seem to find the movie.
He falls to his hands and knees and crawls to his brother's mattress, lifting up an oddly-stained sheet to reveal the dark underbed, littered with dozens of crinkled tissues, magazines of naked men, and many bottles filled with stagnant piss, Sox pushes them all out of his way to find... Yes, the DVD! He grabs it and stands, smiling before he turns around, only to run facefirst into someone.

Sox falls back, looking up to see... Manuelle, his brother.
"What'chu doin, cub?" Manny says, his late-pubescent voice rumbles deep "Snoopin through my stuff?" He says, his voice drowsy and eyes high-bloodshot.

"No, dad just wanted me to get this movie" Sox shows him the DVD, Manny looks down at his young brother, a lethargic smile drawn across his face.
"Well, you know you can't be in here without my permission, seems like I gotta show you a lesson" Says Manny, kicking the door shut behind him as his pants drop, revealing his nude groin, his large uncircumcised dick laying on his golfball-sized nuts, he shakes his pants off with his feet.

Manny forcefully pushes Sox to the ground, mounting o top of his little brother, the muscular bear weighing heavily on top of him.
"I like to have a bit of fun with my prey..."
Manny then flips around, spreading his asscheeks, his hole and taint are stained with what seems to be years-worth of uncleaned shit and sweat, the thick aroma overwhelming for Sox's canid nose, which Manny presses his asshole against.

"Smell that?" he teases.
"Yes" Sox whimpers.
"Lick it~" Manny growls, clearly taking joy in his brother's struggle.

Sox tentatively sticks out his tongue, rubbing it against his sibling's foul hole, he cringes at the bitter taste, swallowing some of the brown filth.
Manny sits down on Sox's face, his horridly fetid round cheeks enveloping the young fox's face as his nose penetrates the ass, he continues to lick, his tongue delving deeper as Manny moans, straddling his hips.
Manny grunts, releasing a sloppy wet fart, smelling vaguely of eggs and cheese, Sox choking on the gas.

To be continued...