It was almost noon, and being Saturday, Aaron would have been plugged in front of the TV, watching his weekend-ly dose of morning cartoons. But instead he was in his room, playing quietly on his tablet, legs crossed as he tried to concentrate on the video game.

Even though it was the weekend, Aaron woke relatively early that morning, immediately showering and changing his clothes, putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. This surprised Miranda, who was in the kitchen making her sons pancakes. The middle-aged coyote greeted her youngest, who simply nodded back. A few minutes later, Markus also came in to the kitchen, fur still damp from his own morning shower, wearing his signature beanie despite the warm weather.

“Wow, early birds, huh?” she said.

“Yup,” Markus replied. Aaron said nothing.

Unlike dinner the night before, Markus was the talkative one that morning, describing his interest in getting his driver’s permit soon, while Aaron said just a few words. Their mom obviously picked up on it, but decided not to prod any further—she knew how boys could be sometimes.

After the family ate a few heaps of blueberry pancakes, their mother told them she needed to run some errands. Aaron’s little ears literally perked up.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“Well, first I need to go by the pharmacy, then to the fabric store, maybe run by my office real quick. Nothing exciting.”

“Can I come?” Aaron asked eagerly, his little tail sticking out of the dining chair at a 45 degree angle.

Miranda’s surprise was renewed. Her sons never asked to come with her on her errands. “I think you’ll be bored. I’ll be home in an hour or two. We can hang out this afternoon, I swear.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him mom, don’t worry,” Markus said, washing his plate in the sink. What was up with her kids that morning? Whatever, they were being cooperative for a first, she could ask about it later. She kissed them both goodbye, and before the van was even pulled out of the driveway Aaron was in his room with the door closed.

His room still had a faint smell to it, a scent Aaron couldn’t put his finger on. His bed sheets were now crusty from what they did last night, so he was sitting on his wooden desk chair with his tablet in his paws. He ran that night over and over in his head. Markus creeping into his room, putting his hands and mouth all over Aaron, then finally putting his... into Aaron’s...

Aaron’s butt was still a little sore, hurting just enough that he couldn’t shove the slight pain out of his mind. The idea of talking to his older brother that morning scared him to death. That was a side of his brother he had never seen before, and he didn’t know what Markus would do next. He thought maybe he could hide in his room all day, playing on his tablet to distract himself from thinking about what happened.

But an hour or so passed, and Aaron realized he would have to leave his room soon. He really, really had to pee. He only had a few pancakes, but drank several glasses of pineapple-mango juice that morning, and now it was starting to hit him. And the fact that the game he was playing took place all underwater didn’t help anything.

Aaron barely cracked his door open to peer down the hallway. The bathroom was located on the other side of Markus’s room, which meant he had to walk in front of his big brother’s door if he wanted to pee. Any other day he would have been happy to see his brother’s door open, but today he wished more than anything that he kept it closed.

Aaron tiptoed as quietly as he could down the hallway, his bare paw pads hardly making any noise on the carpet. He kept his eyes on his target, the bathroom, but glanced sideways when he was in front of the bigger coyote’s door. It was, for the first time in a while, open, but just barely. From that angle, Aaron couldn’t see Markus in his room, and breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the bathroom without any sight of him.

He was in the bathroom doorway and just turned on the light when he heard something down the hallway. He swiveled to look, and let out a quiet “Eeep!” when he saw Markus walking out of his room toward him. Aaron’s heart leapt in his chest, and for a second he was frozen. What was Markus going to do? Was he going to hit him?

But all Markus did was clear his throat and say, “Hey, Aaron.” Aaron said nothing. He couldn’t

When Markus also reached the bathroom doorway, Aaron took a step back, his bare paws plantigrade on the cool linoleum. He thought about slamming the door shut and locking it, but Markus was a couple heads taller than him, and definitely stronger.

A few awkward seconds of silence hung in the air as the two looked at each other, Aaron’s head craned up, Markus’s down. Finally Markus spoke.

“I’m, um, sorry about last night. You probably have no idea what that was, or why I did it, do you?”

Aaron looked down, the small red rug in front of the toilet catching his eye. He found his voice. “Because you don’t like me. You wish I was never born.” Markus felt another strong pang of guilt in his chest.

“What? No, where... Why do you think that?”

Aaron felt tears swell in his eyes for the second time in the last 24 hours. “You always yell at me. You never listen to me, you never want to play, and then you did that last night...” His voice trailed off.

Markus sighed. “What we did last night was called, well, sex. It’s, kinda, the exact opposite of hate, Aaron.” Markus was rubbing the back of his head, adjusting his beanie. It was a nervous tick he had.

Aaron sniffled and wiped his eyes, looking back at his brother. “Sex?”

“Yeah.”

“Sex is when a lady and a man wanna have a baby. I... can’t have a baby, can I?”

Markus almost laughed, but he quickly grounded himself. Aaron, and this situation was a whole, was dead serious.

“No, you can’t. Two guys and two girls can’t have a baby with each other.”

Aaron’s eyes were red, and rubbing them was all he could do to keep the tears down. “Then why did you do it? Why did you sex me?”

Markus sighed another heavy sigh. “Because, Aaron... Because I don’t like girls. I mean, I can be friends with them and stuff, but I can’t ever see myself having sex with girls. I only want to have sex with other guys.”

“Oh,” Aaron said. But Markus knew that he didn’t fully understand. He was so innocent.

“I started to feel these really, really strong urges, things I wanted to do to other guys. Out of everyone at my school, I was the only one I knew who felt like this. Then a couple years ago, I noticed I also started to feel this way... to you. Not just any cub, only you.”

“Oh,” Aaron said again, but this time seeming to understand better.

“I was worried that, one day, I wouldn’t be able to control myself, that I would have sex with you even if you didn’t want to. And that’s exactly what I did last night.”

Markus leaned down on one knee, eye-level with Aaron. Aaron crossed his legs. This was the most attention his brother had given him in years. He didn’t feel like crying anymore.

“I love you, Aaron. And sex should feel good for both people. Did I hurt you last night?”

Aaron’s hand instinctively went to his butt. “Yeah, a little bit.”

“Yeah? Listen, I won’t do anything anymore if it hurts you, okay?”

“Okay...”

The tension between them seemed to had dissipated already. Aaron switched his legs, crossing them the other way.

“But, it wasn’t all bad, was it? What I did with my mouth must’ve felt good, right?”

It took a few seconds, but Aaron silently nodded. Even with all the confusion, the little coyote decided that a lot of the things that Markus did to him did, in fact, feel really good. What he was most mad about was how scared he was, how Markus didn’t tell him anything that he was doing. But now, he couldn’t feel angry anymore. Aaron squirmed and crossed his legs again, a cute but odd pose.

“What’s the matter? I understand if you’re still angry,” Markus said.

“No, it’s just I really need to pee,” Aaron replied. It was true. He almost peed himself when he first saw Markus, but he still had a full bladder that he hadn’t relieved yet.

“Oh,” Markus said. He waited a beat. “Can I help you with that?” he asked, his voice soft.

Aaron swallowed, realizing Markus probably wanted to do sex again. His older brother had explained it all to him, and he was no longer confused or angry. Aaron was a little bit nervous, but here his brother did admit that he loved the little coyote. And if this is how he wanted to play together, then it’s how they’ll play.

A second of hesitation, then Aaron silently nodded again. Markus, still on his knees, guided Aaron a few steps over until the boy coyote was standing on the red rug in front of the toilet. Kneeling on the right side of Aaron, Markus opened both lids of the toilet. Using his left hand to unbutton the tail button in the back of the jeans, and his right for the button and zipper in the front, he dropped Aaron’s pants to the floor around his little paw feet. Aaron, his hands clenched up against his chest, was wearing a pair of white underwear this time.

With both his thumbs in the little coyote’s waistband, Markus slid Aaron’s underwear to the floor. But not fast and forced like last night, but deliberate, almost gentle. Markus wrapped his left arm around Aaron’s side, placing it under his t-shirt just below the belly-button. He made sure he pulled the front of the shirt up enough, then with his right hand touched Aaron’s penis. It was little and flaccid, so he just needed to use his thumb, middle and forefinger to grab it. Aaron’s heart jumped when he felt the contact.

For a second Aaron didn’t think that he could possibly pee with his brother right there, watching and touching him like that. “Relax, it’s okay,” Markus whispered breathily into Aaron’s right ear. It took a few moments, but Aaron did relax, and allowed himself to urinate. Aaron leaned back slightly into his brother’s arm as the warm fluid gushed out of him. The clear piss pitter-pattered as it hit the toilet water, Markus guiding the direction of his little brother’s stream. It felt good to finally relieve himself, and peed for what seemed to be almost a minute. As the forceful stream suddenly slowed to a trickle, Markus needed to bring Aaron’s dick up a little bit to get the last few drops in the toilet bowl. He then shook Aaron’s cock three, four times, making sure it was free of any excess urine. Aaron sighed, his bladder finally empty.

But Markus didn’t flush. On the sixth or so shake of Aaron’s penis, he brought his fingers slowly down the shaft. The friction made Aaron let out a little moan, but he didn’t ask Markus to stop. It just felt too good, and he knew his big brother liked doing this too. Markus continued to jerk Aaron’s cock, but not gripping it hard like he did last night. Every once in a while, he would even rub his thumb on the tip, right around the hole. Little by little the little cock started to firm up, pointing horizontal.

Markus’s left paw caressed itself around Aaron’s waist until his palm and fingers were lightly squeezing the fatty little butt cheek. This was new! “Ooohhhh,” Aaron groaned. The young coyote tensed a bit, feeling that building sensation once more. Markus lightly massaged and tickled Aaron’s fuzzy ass, switching between the two cheeks, sometimes stroking the little canine tail. All of these feelings drove Aaron crazy and made him weak in the knees. His dick, at first floppy in Markus’s paw, quickly became rock hard, making it easier for his brother to bring his fingers along the shaft. Whenever Markus brought a finger between Aaron’s cheeks, whether by accident or on purpose, the little coyote would tense up even more and bring his arms closer into his chest.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go inside of you,” Markus said. The stroking got faster, and the butt squeezing just a little stronger, but none of it was painful. Aaron knew he was reaching that point where his dick would pump, where the tingling sensation was the strongest.

“Oh, Markus! It’s... I’m!” But Aaron couldn’t put into words what he was about to feel. His ears flattened and his eyes rolled up. His incredibly hard dick started to pulse rhythmically, Markus jerking along with the pumps. The bigger coyote also shoved his other hand underneath Aaron, between the legs, cupping the sack from behind. Aaron felt his balls pull up into him, Markus ever-so-slightly pulling them down. He also felt his anus, still somewhat sore from the night before, twitch in unison with the throbs of his cock.

Letting out a quiet, high pitch moan, he looked down to see what was happening to his penis. The night before it was dark, and his dick was in Markus’s mouth, but now under the fluorescent bathroom light he could perfectly see what was happening. A clear, white-ish liquid was just barely coming out of his cock hole, Markus aiming it into the toilet bowl. Unlike his brother last night, whose dick fired out copious amounts of the fluid, Aaron shot out no more than a string stuff. Whatever it was, it wasn’t pee, that was for sure.

The “firework” feeling in his brain subsided as the pulses of his dick slowed. Only the first few pumps carried the fluid, the remaining twitches dry, his dick barely dribbling. Aaron realized his brother was resting his head on his own shoulder, the moist breath from the teenage coyote nose hitting his chest. The strongest tingling feeling was gone, replaced by a warm, tired sensation that filled his whole body. He dropped his arms down and titled his head to the right, resting it against Markus’s.

“What was that?” he asked, panting.

“That feeling is called an orgasm. It means you’re doing sex right,” Markus replied. After one last firm butt squeeze, Markus’s hands were no longer on his younger sibling’s private parts. They were wrapped around Aaron’s shoulders, almost hugging him from the side. Aaron felt so good, from the “orgasm,” and from having his older brother so close to him, both physically and emotionally.

The two embraced for a minute, Aaron feeling his penis getting limp again, his heart rate slowing. Then Markus pulled Aaron’s underwear and pants back up, just as gently as he took them off. Aaron was relieved—that meant Markus really wasn’t going to put his weiner in his butt without his permission.

“So... that’s it? We’re finished with sex?” Aaron asked.

Markus stood, bringing his crotch nearly eye-level with Aaron, who noticed a bulge in the bigger coyote’s cargo shorts. Markus hit the handle of the toilet, waiting for the flushing sound to subside to answer.

“Yeah. I just wanted to make you feel good, little bro,” Markus said tenderly, his hand on the little coyote’s shoulder.

So that’s it? I can go? Aaron thought. He almost did leave the bathroom when he thought of something.

“You still didn’t orgasm,” Aaron said. “Now I need to sex you, don’t I?”

Markus smiled. “Only if you want to.” The bulge in his pants was quite obviously growing.

Too late to be a chicken now! Aaron told himself. “Well, I can do that tongue thing, put your weiner in my mouth like you did.”

“I would like that,” Markus said, feeling an odd mix of lust, pride, and familial bond stir in his mind. His brother didn’t look like he knew how to start, so Markus brought himself forward until Aaron’s nose was just at belly button-level. He unzipped his shorts and spread the hole in the front of his boxers. He didn’t even need to fish around for his dick; it was so hard it automatically presented itself, already rising from the anticipation of a wet mouth.

While Aaron’s kid penis was pink, Markus’s was a dark tan, almost light brown. A musky scent filled Aaron’s nostrils. It was strange, but good. “Just start by licking it,” Markus said. Not wanting to disappoint, Aaron immediately began licking it, but quickly, just dabbing his tongue against the side of the head. That’s not what he meant, but Markus had to admit, it felt good, the little warm tongue pressing itself against his manhood. “Slooower... just run your tongue around the head, like it’s candy.” Aaron stopped and bobbed forward, just bringing the tip of the penis into his muzzle past his front teeth. “That’s great, just don’t bite,” Markus encouraged. Now the little coyote couldn’t see what he was doing, and just had to trust his mouth. He did what Markus said, slowly running his tongue around the glans of the head. Markus’s heart jumped, electricity filling his body every time Aaron brought his tongue on the underside of the head.

Markus could feel an orgasm already building. How many times has he masturbated to the thought of his dick in another guy’s maw... His brother, most of all, being the image in his mind. Just a couple hours ago he thought he destroyed their relationship, maybe his entire life, but his little brother had been so understanding and accepting.

With his hand around the base of the penis to keep it still, Aaron worked his tongue clockwise, counter-clockwise, in all directions around Markus’s head. The cock tasted like how Markus smelled, his brother’s unique musky brand making the little coyote’s mouth water. His jaw muscles were starting to get sore, but in a way, making his brother feel good like this was fun. He glanced upwards in intervals, seeing the look of relaxed pleasure on Markus’s face. Looking at his little brother’s big, eager-to-please eyes staring up at him nearly made Markus cum right there. Markus put his hands on Aaron’s head, each gently around an ear. He heard a questioning sound rise from Aaron’s throat.

“Just gonna bring it in a little bit more.” Markus had no plans to bring the whole thing in, he knew that would mean deep throating the little guy. But as he felt the climax rising, he wanted to bring it in maybe halfway, just a little farther into the mouth. At the same time, he pushed his pelvis forward and pulled Aaron’s head in, his dick running along the warm, slippery tongue. This far in, Aaron couldn’t work the tip of his tongue along Markus’s head like before. He didn’t know what to do, so he closed his lips and worked his tongue sort of randomly, a strange hint of salt gathering back near the dick’s hole. His nose was inches from Markus’s tan pubes sticking out of the zipper, the musky scent the only thing he could smell.

When Aaron closed his mouth around Markus’s dick, the big coyote realized he was seconds from cumming. Aaron had no clue what to do with his tongue at that point, but it didn’t matter, any sort of attention was enough to set Markus over the edge.

“I’m... cumming!” Markus yelled in an almost guttural growl. As his whole body shook with pleasure, he resisted the urge to hump forward and shove the whole thing into his brother’s little mouth. He allowed himself an extra centimeter or two, though, feeling the first ejaculation directly shoot to the back of Aaron’s throat.

Aaron instantly felt a cough reflex, and backed off of Markus’s dick. The first load was already in his throat so he couldn’t help but swallow it, and bent down coughing soon after. With his right hand working and guiding the throbbing cock, Markus let go of his brother’s head, using his other hand to clumsily grab a few squares of toilet paper off the roll. The orgasm was so intense, perhaps the most intense he had ever felt, that many of the shots completely missed the wad of toilet paper, landing elsewhere in the bathroom with a soft plat, plat.

Bent over from coughing, Aaron viewed his brother’s actions in awe, sensing the intensity of his emotions. The little coyote wasn’t coughing up any more cum, but more than anything was surprised at the force and flavor of that first shot into his mouth. It really didn’t taste good—too bitter and salty. He wondered if his own tasted the same. After a nearly half-minute long orgasm, Markus, his body wet with sweat, regained his composure.

Markus looked at his brother and grinned. He tossed the cummy wad of paper into the toilet bowl, then patted and rubbed Aaron’s ears lovingly, before using both his hands to return his cock into pants.

“Wow, Aaron. That was really good. Great job,” Markus said. He bent to peck a quick kiss on Aaron’s forehead.

Aaron felt himself blush and glow at the genuine compliment his older sibling gave him. His tail waggled from happiness, but stopped when he remembered the bitter taste in his mouth.

“That tasted gross,” Aaron said with a sour face, making slapping noises with his tongue. “Was mine the same? When you ate it last night?”

“You didn’t have a lot, but your cum was actually sweet, pretty good.” Markus was now using a piece of toilet paper to clean the remaining drops of jizz off the sink and floor. “Probably all that juice you drink. I’ll happily suck your dick again.” Aaron couldn’t help but smile at how naughty that sentence sounded. Markus dropped the last bits of toilet paper into the bowl and flushed once more.

“Well, you gotta work on your, ah, cum,” Aaron said. He suddenly felt very tired, but not a exhaustion from helpless confusion like last night. He just felt like he needed to sleep for a few minutes, a quick nap after this activity. Aaron yawned.

“Can we promise something?” Markus said, his voice serious. Aaron nodded during his yawn. “We shouldn’t tell anyone this. Not even mom. I’ll probably get in trouble, and anyone who finds out will definitely think we’re weird.” Markus stuck out his right paw for Aaron to shake it. “Agree to keep this between us?”

“Okay. I can do that.” Aaron brought his hand forward, but quickly yanked it back last second. “But you gotta do something for me first, Marky.”

“Sure.”

“Can you wash my bed sheets? They’re all icky from last night.”

Markus stifled a laugh and said, “It’s a deal.”