Sleeping in

Saturday morning, warm and lazy. I’ve got blankets thick and snug piled on top of me, just as they were last night. Just the way I have them every winter night. Those nights are the coziest, just because I can stack the blankets on high and relish in their plush embrace. But something’s different.

I wiggle my muzzle, and my nose rubs against something that is decidedly not my blanket. No, my blanket does not have fur. And the pillow I’m normally wrapped around, it’s replaced by something with a much more distinct form, yet all the more squeezable. 

“Kyyyle,” I half-whisper toward his ear, which I then nip at teasingly. A whiff of his headfur confirms my suspicions. It’s my little brother. I’ve told him before: he really can’t keep sneaking into my bed like this. He wiggles a little, and I know he’s just waking, even though he doesn’t bother to give me a response beyond a muted “Nghhh.”

I squeeze the little cub in my arms. The reason he’s banned from my bed... well first off he’s really too old not to be sleeping by himself. But I guess a more important reason is that, when he’s lying there so close, I just can’t help myself not to do things I know I shouldn’t.

“Gavin?” he mewls with a quietly protesting tone.

“What? I told you what happens when big brother wakes up. You’re not gonna ask me to take care of this all by myself, when you’re already right here, are you?” I grind into him some more, pressing my morning wood into his backside, as if to accentuate my words.

He whines softly, and I notice, now that my eyes are open, he’s got my pillow in his arms. He’s already biting down. Cute. 

I temporarily separate myself from Kyle, making just enough space between us for me to reach for his waistband. He’s wearing those fuzzy soft pajama pants, and of course, white cotton briefs underneath. Normally I’d appreciate how the fabric hugs his cute plush behind, but right now I’m just aching to get inside. 

I fumble with the button on the tail strap, take a moment to “appreciate” the base of his tail, which is met with a shy little squeak. Pants undone, I hook the waistbands of both it and the undies with my pointer finger and slide it down at a tantalizing pace, all the while nuzzling into the back of my little brother’s head, sniffing his clean fur, nipping at his ear, just all around teasing him every which way I can. Maybe he’ll learn to respect my Saturday mornings. Or does he actually like this stuff, I wonder?

Mmf, doesn’t really matter. I yank his pants down past the remainder of his butt and get another squeak. I give myself a moment to appreciate the sight—his cute round hind with its short coat of downy cream and tan fur. I rub it a little, give it a brief squeeze, then I lower my own pants and press my cock right up to it, and start rocking my hips back and forth, feeling his soft cheeks at either side of my length, as it slides up and down. He’s absolutely trembling in my arms.

“You okay there Kyle?” I ask. He’s shy as hell—which, if I’m completely honest, kinda turns me on—so it’s really nothing out of the ordinary for him to act like this, even while I AM doing something VERY out of the ordinary. But even while my head is flooded dizzy with hormones, I still worry.

He nods softly, and I squeeze his shoulder. “So I can go ahead and stuff my little brother full now?” I say ever so quietly into his ear. He squirms rigorously in my arms, huffing as his cheeks light up red. I lower my paw and find the answer on my own. His normally squishy little sheath is firm and full, and as I rub a finger over the top of it, besides getting more wriggles and whines out of him, I find the tip of his immature little prick, smooth and moist. “Looks like you are~”

I palm his bits in my paw, feeling around at the underdeveloped parts, delicate and warm, and I hold that place still as I press my cock into his hind even harder, painting it in pre. I pull my hips back, farther and farther, and he knows what comes next.

My length finds its way back between his cheeks, tip-first this time, and now with a purpose, I prod around for his tight little entrance, just under his fluffy tail wagging wildly, and when I find it, I can barely hold back anymore. I don’t even pause to tease him at all; I thrust my hips forward, sliding past his gate, into snug warm tunnels that hug my length as I plunge inside, and let me slick length slide deeper and deeper into his tight little hind.

He tenses up immediately, with a wide little whine as I feel his butt touch my crotch, my cock not quite totally inside him. His tailhole clamps down and milks me of my pre, and I’d want to just go wild right then and there, but where I’m at right now sates me just enough to hold back just a bit on him, for the time being.

It’s a little hard to hold completely still, but I manage, and I’m treated with pillow-muffled moans and squirming little pup in my arms, and as I recall where my paw is again, a slender little rod come to greet me. I give it a squeeze to tell him I noticed.

“Nghhh, Gavin!” he whines. “It hurts...” he whimpers in between moans, I assume protesting the massive rod stretching his butt, and not the paw groping his little prick.

“Sorry, hun. Guess I’m a little pent up~” I say with a little bump of my hips for effect. It jolts his whole body, and I can hear him squeak again. “But you’re liking it a little bit now, aren’t you?”

“It’s... not awful...”

“Hmm?”

“Well... r-remember that thing you did last time..?” 

It doesn’t come to me at first, but then I remember. Last time, after I finished, for some reason that was maybe part guilt and part, ‘wow, my little brother’s bits can’t be this cute,’ I decided to do him a bit of a favor. “Ah... little bro wants me to put his toy in my mouth again?”

He squirms again, and I think he’s too embarrassed to notice that I’ve started slowly rocking my hips. “D-don’t say it like that!” he whimpers.

“Hmm? What should I say then? ‘Suck your cock?’”

He whines and kicks his feet. “That’s even worse!”

“You’re funny,” I giggle. “But that’s what you want, right?”

He nods tentatively.

“That’s kinda gay you know~”

“Wh- no! It’s—”

“Not that it matters since you’re already super gay for getting in bed with me again, especially when you knew I’d do THIS.” With just the tip of my cock inside him at that moment, I thrust my hips forward all at once, this time burying my full length inside him as he yelps out a girly little moan that I’ll definitely make sure to tease him about.

“Mmmmmf.” Now I can’t hold back. Yeah, I’ll remember to give him that special treat afterward. But for now I’m holding his hips steady as I slide my cock in and out of him at rapid pace, to the chorus of his muffled little moans. Then I decide I want to see the little prize I’m stuffing my cock in and out of.

I withdraw, turn him over onto his back—he takes the pillow with him, holding on tightly with eyes wide in surprise—then I lift his legs up and plunge back into him nice and deep. He squeezes the pillow tight and whimpers and squeaks into it.

He’s curled up half-sitting against the headboard as I’m pounding into his tight tailhole, all the while his little rod is quivering with the faintest signs of pre leaking down onto his fur. I start toying with that prick a little as I continue to pump in and out of it, then I lean over and lick at his muzzle in a gesture that is equal parts affectionate and teasing.

The end takes me by surprise, and him as well, as I pound into him one final time, this time popping my quickly swelling knot right in. He yelps, but I can barely hear him, lost in the sensations as my muscles spasm and I flood his tunnels with my seed. I sort of just melt onto him, listening to his panting, half-moaned breaths as my cock pulsates inside, loosing shot after shot of cum inside him.

As far as saturday mornings go, nothing beats sleeping in.