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The score had been a good one that night for the Mortenson brothers. They'd kicked the shit out of some tan wolf who was trying to get Sean to turn tricks, and ended up with $250, two joints and a snub nose .357 magnum, which even fully loaded. Marv wanted to take out the gun and admire it, but knew that somebody on the bus might see it and freak out, which would almost certainly result in him getting caught by the police. A juvenile with a fully loaded handgun? Bad news for him! He kept the handgun safely hidden and no one suspected a thing. Hell, there was even some old muskrat lady riding along who complimented the boys on how "cute and sweet" they looked. Marv got a huge kick out of that, but played along.

If only she knew the truth.

Back in their apartment, Brenda was still up watching television when the boys arrived. Blowing smoke in the air, she looked over at them.

"Get anything?" asked their mother.

"Fuck yeah," said Marv. "Knocked out this guy who was trying to get Sean to suck his dick in the park restrooms. Got $250, two joints, and this!"

Brenda flinched when she saw her thirteen year old son pull the magnum pistol from his waistband. The adolescent wolf smirked with pride at his new acquisition.

"That thing loaded?" asked Brenda.

"Yeah," said Marv, pushing the cylinder release back and letting the wheel of the gun go to the side. He pressed down on the pistol's plunger, letting the six rounds fall out into his paw. He relinquished control of the gun to his mother, letting her decide what its fate would be. The she wolf held the gun in her paw, getting a feel for how it handled. Completely empty of ammunition, she pulled the trigger back to single action mode, pulled the trigger and nodded her head.

"Nice trigger pull," Brenda remarked. "No creeping and not to heavy or light." The she wolf was no stranger to guns. Her late husband had a few of them he used for being in the drug trafficking business, and she had learned how to use them during that time.

"You want this?" asked Brenda, seeing the want in Marv's eyes.

"Yeah," said Marv, trying not to sound too excited.

Brenda looked at the gun in her paw, then back at Marv. Telling him to hold out both paws, she put the pistol in his right paw, the bullets went in the left. She gave him some instructions about the use of it.

"You better be careful if you take that outside. Cops catch you with it you're in deep shit, and so am I. If you gotta use it, be prepared to have your ears ring for the next week. It's super fucking loud."

"Got it," said Marv. "You'd have been proud of Sean tonight."

"Oh?" said the she wolf, lighting up another cigarette. "Why's that?"

"When I was beating that guy up, I dropped him on the ground, thinking that he was knocked out, but he was still groaning. Sean beat me to it and kicked the wolf's head about a dozen times. That did it for him. He was out cold!"

"That true, Sean?" asked Brenda.

"I did it," said an excited Sean. "It was . . . it was fun!"

Brenda smiled at her younger son, finally seeing that there was hope for him becoming a man one day. Leaving the cigarette in the ash tray on the coffee table, she took hold of his paw.

"You need to come back to the bedroom with me, good boy," she said, her voice oozing with sexual allure.

Sean did as he was told, going into the bedroom with his mother. He could feel his heart rate jumping by leaps and bounds as the she wolf put her paws on his shorts and undid them. Sean wanted this . . . more than anything. He loved getting his dick sucked earlier, but he wanted to feel what it was like actually putting his penis inside a vagina. His mother pulled his clothes off before shedding her own garments and lying down on the bed. Her legs spread wide for the young wolf to see what exactly he was going to be sinking himself into.

"Sean," she said, patting the bed. "Would you come over here and stick that beautiful cock inside of Mommy?"

"Yes, Mom," said the wolf, his cock completely hard and wanting to find a new home inside of his mother. He crawled onto the bed, seeing the look of desire in his mother's eyes as he positioned himself over her. Unlike his older brother, he was not bigger than Brenda, but that didn't matter to him as he sunk his cock inside his mother's cunt. He saw her expression change, closing her eyes and exhaling as his meat entered her wet insides. Her vaginal walls were something unreal to the boy as he moved his cock in and out of her, wanting to spill his cum inside of her. With it being night time, the she wolf was more conscious of bothering the neighbors, but still called out to him, being driven on by her sexual lust.

"Yes . . . give me your cock . . . oh . . . good boy!"

That made three times that Sean truly felt a live that day. He'd loved the blow job his mother had given him, felt the release of adrenaline as he kicked the tan wolf, now he was losing his virginity, fucking his mother. Brenda was feeling just as great as her younger boy. It was the fifth time she'd had a cock inside of her pussy that day, and she only wanted more. Too long the she wolf had gone without a male inside of her, and now her she was letting both her boys be with her in the most intimate way possible. It didn't matter to her that what they were doing was completely taboo to the world. She wanted this. She needed this.

The eleven year old wolf plowed harder and harder into his mother. He leaned his head down, licking at her face with vigor. She opened her mouth, letting the boy lick inside of it. Sean moved down, letting his tongue lick at his mother's tits as he fucked her harder and harder. He remembered what it was like just before he climaxed earlier that day--he'd never forgete that! Soon, very soon he realized that he'd be doing it again. Cupping his paws over the she wolf's breasts, he squeezed as he fucked her with every ounce of strength he had. Snarling, he shot his load deep inside the vixen, letting his big load coat the inside of her pussy. Exhausted, he pulled out and laid down next to his mother, who offered him a cigarette.

"No thanks," said Sean, who'd never wanted to smoke before.

"Trust me, sweetie," said Brenda. "A cigarette always makes sex better."

Giving in, he took the cigarette and let his mother light it for him. He breathed in just a small amount, careful to not overdo it. Remarkably, he didn't cough or get sick. He exhaled. It felt great. Breathing in another drag, he felt even better, the nicotine soothing his nerves and making him feel like he didn't have a care in the world. He looked over at the doorway, seeing a naked Marv enter the room.

"Mom talked you into smoking one of those after fucking her, huh?" he ased.

"Yeah," said Sean. "They're great."

"Good," said Marv. "Now, hop aside. Mom probably needs another cock already, right?"

"Sweetie," said Brenda, returning to lying on her back. "I could always use another cock!"

Sean giggled as he walked down the hall carrying his clothes and enjoying his first cigarette after his first brush with vaginal sex. He needed to rest after such a big day.

Summer vacation was every kid's favorite time of the year. No school, nice weather, chances to play outside with friends and go travel around the country with your family. There was little league baseball that so many kids competed in, swimming at the beach, going to amusement parks. Those were all things most kids did in the summer, not Marv and Sean Mortenson.

Getting up at about ten o'clock, Marv and Sean were alone in the apartment while their mother was away at work. Brenda worked at a diner about twelve blocks from their apartment, and given her line of work, she didn't make terrible money, but it wasn't enough to support herself and two sons. If it wasn't for Marv and Sean going out robbing, stealing and burglarizing, she wouldn't be able to pay the rent each month. The boys brought in more than her job ever could, and she had no qualms about it either. "Better to make a dollar by stealing than ten dollars doing honest work," she often told her sons.

With no adult supervision, the boys were free to do as they pleased. Marv woke up and went to the refrigerator, pulling out an ice cold beer and twisted the cap off. He belched after taking his first huge gulp from the brown bottle, feeling the effects of the spirited drink. Feeling nice and loose, the older wolf smiled happily as he saw Sean walk into the kitchen.

"Hey," said Marv, getting back in the frig. "Have one of these, okay?"

"Beer?" said Sean.

"Yeah," said Marv. "It'll make you feel good, not as good as Mom's cunt, but pretty damn good."

Sean twisted the bottle cap off. Putting his nose near the opening, he briefly recoiled, finding the smell unpalatable. Marv waved his paw, encouraging his little brother to take a sip. Sean slowly brought the bottle to his lips, letting only a tiny amount go into his mouth and down his throat. He stuck his tongue out from the taste.

"Gross," said the wolf. "It tastes like piss!"

"Nobody drinks it for the taste, Sean. You drink it to get fucked up."

Sean braved the beer again, finding it disgusting, but somewhat more tolerable the second time. Before he knew it, he'd drank the entire bottle and was feeling just peachy. He sat next to his brother on the sofa as the two of them watched television. Luckily there were some decent war movies on one of the stations, and the two boys quickly got into it, wanting to see more guns, more blood, more violence.

Eventually, the affects of the beer wore off, and the boys contemplated what they could do that day for fun. Just as the night before, the weather was now at a state where beasts could walk around outside without worrying about suffering from heat stroke. It would be a good day to go hunting.

"What about the park?" asked Sean. "Anybody there this time of day we could take off?"

"Nah," said Marv, lighting up a cigarette. "Too many people for potential witnesses, besides, it's only at night that the queers go out there to get blow jobs."

"Guess your right," agreed Sean. "Now that I think about it, if that guy reported where he got mugged, the cops might set up some sort of surveillance."

"Exactly," said Marv. "Same goes for church on Sunday. I bet the cops and newspapers are already warning other churches to be on the look out for somebody pulling fire alarms and stealing their offerings."

Marv and Sean carried on their discussion frustrated at the lack of good ideas they could come up with. They'd been at the game for a while now, and they aware of never using one trick too many times in the same spot, as police were bound to catch on. As the mastermind of most of their schemes, Marv was always sure to minimalism their exposure to witnesses, especially police.

"Shit," said Marv. "What're we gonna do for fun, hmm?"

"Hey," said Sean. "What about Jimmy?"

Marv snorted at his brother's idea. "I'm not going over to Jimmy's house. I can't stand that faggoty little jaguar."

Sean shook his head. "No, no, no. I didn't mean go over there to play with him. Jimmy's not home."

Marv sat up. "Not home? Where's he at?"

Sean grinned deviously. "He and his family went on vacation for a week, so nobody's home!"

Marv returned his younger sibling's devious grin. "Are you suggesting that we break into Jimmy's apartment?"

"I am," answered Sean proudly. "You surprised by that?"

"A little," confessed Marv. "I guess what we've been doing lately has really got your blood flowing, huh?"

"Fuckin' A, it has," said Sean. "And why do we need to pool our money together to buy a Nintendo when Jimmy's got one ripe for the plucking?"

Marv got up off the couch and gave his brother a complimentary pat on the back. "There might be hope for you yet, Sean!"

Marv concocted a plan on how to deal with getting into Jimmy's apartment. He wasn't too worried about being spotted, as all the adults on the fourth floor of the building were either at work, sleeping before they went to work on night shift, and the kids were probably all down at the city swimming pool two blocks away. The Mortenson brothers never went there anymore. Sean hated the thought of all those other kids peeing in the pool, and Marv had been thrown out for sneaking up behind people and pushing them in the pool. With a two pillow cases, a credit card and gloves on their paws, the two hoodlums went to work.

Marv was a very streetwise kid, having been brought up with a drug dealer dad who often brought him along for transactions. The late Ken Mortenson also taught his elder son the fine art of criminal activity in an urban environment. Marv could pick locks, shoplift, break into cars. There were so many fine skills that the patriarch of the Mortenson family had bestowed upon Marv, the most important of which being "never let yourself get to careless or sloppy. That's how guys get caught." Marv took the words to heart, having gotten away with every crime he had ever committed so far.

"You got the credit card?" asked Sean, looking from left to right down the hall.

"Right here," whispered Marv.

The elder brother went right to it, sliding the credit card through the crack of the door and breaking the lock. None of the locks in the building were of very good quality, so the task was a breeze to a skilled criminal like Marv. Sticking his paw through the opened door, he undid the chain lock atop it, and they were in.

"You go get the Nintendo and all the game," whispered Marv to his brother. "I'm gonna go see if the Jorgenson's have any jewelry!"

Sean did as he was told, disconnecting the Nintendo from the Jorgenson family television in the living room. Sean had long ago wondered how the game console worked, and spent more than a few minutes looking at the chords that went from the NES to the television, so it was a breeze to pull the thing out and put in the pillow case. To add icing to the cake, not only did Jimmy have a Nintendo, he had a library of over thirty games that Sean wasn't about to pass up for the taking. The young wolf had just gotten everything in the pillow case when Marv came out from the bedrooms with his pillow case in paws.

"Let's go," whispered the older wolf.

"Got it," agreed Sean.

Marv was the first to stick his head out of the door and check to make sure that the coast was clear. The boys were in luck. With their recently acquired loot, they breezed down the steps and into their apartment. No one had seen a thing.

"Holy shit," said Sean. "That was fun! How long were we in there anyway?"

Marv looked at his watch. "Just three minutes. You never want to stay in too long. Speed makes it less likely that you'll get caught. Dad taught me that."

Sean emptied the pillow case containing his loot on the living room floor. The entirety of his take consisted of the NES itself, two controllers, the gun or "zapper" as it was known, and exactly 35 games. None of the boys planned on spending a nickel on games for a long time to come.

"What'd you get, Marv?" asked the young wolf, hooking the Nintendo up to their television.

"I got some jewelry, a big coin collection, and $500 in cash!"

"Damn!" exclaimed Sean. "I bet that money was to pay the rent next month."

"Yeah," said Marv, shuffling the stack of twenty-five $20 bills in his paws and bringing it up to his nose to inhale. "What a stupid bastard Mr. Jorgenson is, putting your rent money in your apartment when you go away on vacation!"

"Yeah," snickered Sean. "He is a stupid bastard, isn't he?"

Sean sat up the Nintendo in no time at all. Turning on the television, the boys then went about trying to find the right game to play. Marv decided to play Super Mario Bros, while Sean was leafing through the latest copy of Nintendo Power Magazine.

"Hey," said the younger wolf. "Look at this game that's coming out! It looks pretty cool!"

Pausing the game, Marv looked over at the pages of the magazine his brother had on display. Marv's eyes widened a bit at what he beheld, obviously impressed.

"I guess we'll have to buy that when it come out, huh?"

"Yeah," said Sean. "This Metroid game looks pretty cool! Um, how much is a new Nintendo game anyway?"

"Beats me," said Marv, resuming his gaming. "Don't worry, we've got $500 to spend now."

Sean cocked his head sideways at his brother's remark. "What do you mean? We have to give eighty percent of that money to Mom."

Again, Marv paused the game. "Why do have to do that, huh? I don't see Mom risking her ask when we robbed the church, when I beat up that squirrel kid, or when I beat up that faggoty wolf last night, and Mom was nowhere to be seen when we broke into Jimmy's apartment today. All the money and games are ours. Give Mom the jewelry and coins."

"You serious?" asked Sean, going over to light up a cigarette before handing his brother one.

"Yeah," snorted Marv with contempt. "Fuck Mom!"

Sean, cigarette hanging form his mouth, grinned at Marv's words. "Hey, we gonna do that when she gets home?"

"What? Fuck her?"

"Yeah," laughed Sean.

"Sean, when she sees the jewelry and coins we got her, she'll wanna fuck us all night long!"

"That's what I was hoping for," mused the young wolf, blowing a puff of smoke out. "That's what I was hoping for."

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