Mikey ducked behind the snow bank, avoiding Iyu’s snowball, and dropping the one he held in the process.  It broke upon the ground, leaving him unarmed.  Terry, giggling, crouched and scraped together more to arm him with.  Each stuck to his fuzzy mittens, leaving a smattering of red and green fibers behind that gave it a pleasant, festive look.  Thus armed, he stood and let fly his frosty missile, a retaliation launched towards his fathers middle.  
	No sooner than it had left his hand, tearing from his own fuzzy mittens, than Iyu answered with two more snowballs own, thrown with unerring accuracy.  But with fluid style and grace, arms thrown wide for balance, he pirouetted between them effortlessly, to return facing him, and stuck out his tongue.  Iyu, theatrically bemoaning his failed assault, was cut short, toppling comically behind his snow fort.  Mikey exalted, regretting only that Daddy Tag hadn’t witnessed his dazzling evasion and stunning hit, and that Terry still crouched safely next to him, making ammo that they no longer needed.
	“Oh, you got me!  That’s three, Mikey!” he said, sitting back up, and dusting the snow off his jacket.
	“What?  We won?  We won?!”  Terry crowed, popping up like a jack-in-the-box, a partially formed snowball dangling from his hand.  He jumped up and down, ran in circles around him, and then tackled Mikey around the middle and began licking his face.  
	“Oof, Terry!  Terry!  Ahahaha, ack, stop it!”  He kicked and flailed at the snow, but he wasn’t really trying; he was light, the kisses were warm and wet, and they made the numbness in the tips of his fingers lessen.  He gave in, and licked back.  
	“Boys?”  Mikey heard Iyu call, as they toppled out of sight.
	“Boys!”  He called again, and this time, Mikey, attempting to respond, got a muzzleful of dog tongue for his efforts, and ceased trying, obliged to stuff Terry’s full of kangaroo tongue in return.
	“I’m headed in, boys!  Don’t stay out too much longer or you’ll freeze!  The snow is starting to pick up!”
	“Okay, Daddy Iyu!” Mikey yelled back, gaining the upper hand, then fell back into the enthusiastic ministrations of his little brother.

	“Hey boys!  Did you have fun?”  Daddy Tag asked, as Mikey threw open the door, and ushered Terry in ahead of himself.  
	“Yeah!  We won!”  They doffed their jackets and exchanged their mittens for fresh, clean, warm ones.
	“Is that so?”  he said, setting out plates around the steaming dishes on the table.  “Come sit, and you can tell me all about it over dinner!”
	“Mm, thanks!” They chimed, and took seats.  Mikey licked his lips, the pot roast and mashed potatoes with gravy igniting his hidden hunger.
	“Go ahead and dig in, Daddy Iyu will be along in a moment.”  He sat down with them, and they loaded up their plates.  
	Between bites of roast beef and mashed potatoes, and the crunch of green-bean casserole, Mikey related the fight, with occasional enthusiastic help from Terry.
	“You’re so hard to hit, and I swear you get harder to hit every year,” Iyu said, coming into the room in fresh, dry clothes.  “I swear, next year, I won’t be able to land any snowballs at all.  It’ll be no contest.”  
	Terry giggled.  “Big brother is so good!”
	“Indeed he is.”  Tag said, passing the serving spoon for the potatoes to Iyu, and for a short while, all was the sound of contentment and chewing.  Below the table, fluffy socked feet kicked and tangled on each side of the table; Mikey’s and Terry’s, Iyu’s and Tag’s, and even across that large gulf between, Iyu and Tag played footsies with their boys, and much enjoyment was had, until plates began to clear, happy sighs, legs tiring of reaching.
	“I got some bad news, boys,” Iyu said into the near silence, before the last bites were eaten.  Mikey and Terry looked up, wary.
	“Whaf fa maffer?”  
	“Please don’t talk with your muzzle full, Mikey.”  Tag reproved him quickly, then ceded the floor.  
	“Skitch called earlier.” Iyu resumed.  “He’s not going to be coming over this evening, and sends his regards.  They are snowed in, and what with the snow picking up again, even if he got dug out in time, it’ll be far too dangerous to drive.”  The boys swallowed and made such a pout that Iyu regretted having to tell them.
	“But,”  Tag continued, picking up where Iyu had left off, “He did promise that he would come tomorrow afternoon.  The snow is supposed to stop in the night, and the plows should have him out by mid-morning.  He also promised that he and his niece would stay tomorrow night to make up for it.”
	“Yay!”  Terry cheered, pout banished, and Mikey nodded, satisfied with the turn of events.
	“Can we play Baby-Doll tomorrow?” he asked, leaning forward.  
	“I can’t imagine Skitch or Lindsay not wanting to play Baby-Doll.  But that does mean we won’t be playing Baby-Doll tonight.  Now, finish your dinners, then go make yourselves quiet and busy for the evening.  Your Daddy Iyu and I need to set some things in order tonight so that Skitch and Lindsay can stay.”
	“Alright,” Mikey said, scooping up the last bite of potato on his plate.  “Come on, Terry, lets hurry, then go to the play room!”

	Terry flopped into the ball pit, wearing nothing but his fluffy socks and mittens.  The balls spread around him, and he looked up at where Mikey was poised above him, also naked, but for his socks and mittens too.  They were the fluffiest, and a bright blue and yellow pattern.  They called to him like sirens, the power of their allure only just greater than the peeking tip of his brothers penis.  
	“Jump in!”  Terry said, reaching up and towards him.  
	“If you insist!” Mikey cannon balled right in, and sent a wave of plastic orbs flying in every direction.  Terry was pelted, and the wave of displacement made him sink deeper.  
	“Wow!  That was a big one!”  He clawed his way back on top of the balls, and then pounced on Mikey’s feet.  He buried his nose into the thick orlon socks and sniffed.  They were warm on his nose, and smelled of laundry detergent, but he could smell the faint scent of his brother, and he loved it, taking it in with deep, belly stretching huffs.
	Mikey adjusted himself, sinking a little in to the balls under his brother’s weight, and pulled Terry’s feet towards his nose too.  Terry yelped, startled, then relaxed as the familiar feel of a nose was pressed into his socks in return.  He shivered, the feel of cool air drawn through the fabric on the inhale, then the warm wind as his brother sighed contentedly.  For awhile, the two boys snuggled, nuzzled, and sniffed at each others socks, the soft, warm fuzz, the light pleasant scent, and comforting touch of the other inducing a pleasant stupor that seemed to last forever, each minute bleeding endlessly into the next.
	Terry wiggled his toes, and the fine fibers of his socks tickled Mikey’s nose.  It made him sneeze, a great tummy wracking flex that made his groin press against his.  He cooed, and giggled, and nuzzled harder into the socks, his brothers stiffness pushing against him, and the tips of their dicks touched.  When he relaxed, they sighed.
	Terry was loathed to let them go of his feet, but he rolled onto his back among the balls, and held his legs over his head.  “Mikey… w-would y-you…  I mean, d-do you want...?”  
	Mikey sat up, casually massaging his stiffy, and looked at him, and caressed his bottom.  “You want me to do it?”
	“Y-yeah…  I-if you want...”  He said, blushing.
	“You sure?”
	“U-uh-huh.  P-please.”
	
	Mikey couldn’t say no to such a look, no matter how nervous it made him to be in charge.  He wondered if he would ever get used to being on top, and if either of his daddies ever felt the same. Trying half successfully to kneel among the balls, he took hold of Terry’s legs.  They were so short, skinny, and soft furred, and he nuzzled into his calf, and trailed up to his heel, ankle, and over his toes, snuffling happily the whole way, massaging his thigh, and his little brother fidgeted.  He took his other leg then, and did the same, running his nose through the soft fur and huffing hungrily at his socks, then he spread his thighs apart, and admired him, then leaned in to give him a kiss.
	“I love you, big brother!”   Terry ebullated, seizing his cheeks suddenly and kissing him as soon as his muzzle was in striking distance.
	Caught off guard, Mikey made a very silly sound, and as soon as they could both stop laughing, they wiped their noses, and kissed again, longer, slower, and more passionately.  His hands roamed his brother’s sides, chest, and belly, the fur barely felt through his mittened fingers.  Terry oohed and ahhed, and sighed in equal measures as he was massaged.  He could feel his enjoyment in the way he shivered, and his cock pressed against his stomach.  
	Gently easing Terry’s thighs further apart, Mikey guided his penis between his brother’s buttocks, and prodded hesitantly at his anus.
	“U-uh!” Terry exclaimed, as the tip pressed at his hole, and began to slide in.  “U-u-u-uh!”
	“You okay, Terry?” he asked, halting his advance.
	“Y-yeah!  K-keep going!”
	Mikey nodded, stuck his tongue out, and nudged forward.  Terry groaned, but he kept going until the soft mounds of his brother’s cheeks stopped him from going any deeper.
	“Still good, Terry?”  He asked, shaking with barely suppressed joy and enthusiasm, barely troubled by his erstwhile nervousness with his prick sheathed in the hot, moist confines of his brother.  
	“Y-yes!” he gasped, and puckered his lips.  Mikey took his brothers wiener in his hand and stroked, then took the proffered invitation to another kiss.  
	
	Terry squeezed tightly on his brother as he pulled out, holding him in deeper, longer; it was almost involuntary, and tried to relax, and pushed his tongue deeper into Mikey’s muzzle.  He failed, and squeezed even tighter as his brother reached the point of pulling out completely.  Only the soft, rubbery tip of his peepee remained in, held by the ferocious grip of his anal muscles.
	“Jeeze, Terry!  You’re so tight!”  
	Mikey broke away from the deepening kiss to laugh and breath.  Terry whined, and forced himself to relax again, and he managed to stay that way until Mikey’s cocklette pressed into his special place, and he moaned.  His head felt fuzzy and he grabbed at his brother’s sides, but his short arms didn’t reach all the way around.  
	“Calm down, Terry.  I got you.”
	Terry nodded demurely, and let his hands fall to his sides.  Mikey gave him a quick kiss, and he tried to make it a deeper one, but his brother was out of reach too quickly.  His big brother sat up, and tugged on his penis faster, and guided his legs around his waist with the other.  They were short and stubby but long enough to hook his ankles around him as pleasure blossomed, and he yipped happily.  
	Cross-eyed, and lost in the bliss of orgasm, his brother pulled most of the way out, then pressed himself back in again.  Terry was too relaxed to tighten, and yipped softly as Mikey’s stiffy pressed on his special spot.  His tongue lolled out of his muzzle comically, and he yipped softly on every thrust.
	“I-I’m gonna cum, Terry!”  Mikey said through clenched teeth, humping quickly now.  Terry rallied his senses long enough to nod, and appreciate the slick feeling of his brother’s cock sliding in and out of him so fast.  Another burst of pleasure rose up and burst in his penis, accompanied by tiny blooming warmth in his bum, and moaned ecstatically.  
	Mikey collapsed over him, breathing hard, and took him in renewed fervor, still buried in him, and they rolled around in the ball pit, making out like mad, until their afterglow and energy gave out, and they sighed, laying together and cuddled side by side.  

	And there they remained, neither boy wishing to move; and neither did for a long time, drifting in and out of stupor, and dreaming of tomorrow, and the arrival of Uncle Stitch and Lindsay.  Except, that is, to position themselves for the enjoyment each others socks.  Until late in the evening, long after bedtime, when on a whim, Daddy Iyu and Daddy Tag came to check on their cubs, and see what they were up to so quietly that they had slipped their minds, and command them to bed.  But they saw the sweet picture they made, and let them be for a little longer.  They were to cute to break apart so soon.  

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