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I woke to a dull, pulsing pain in my head. I sat up, letting the blanket that was covering me drop to my lap. I rubbed at my eyes with my paws, resting my elbows on my knees. My ears perked up as I noticed that the soft noise that had been filling the room had suddenly ceased its faint uproar. I realized that the showerhead had been running in the bathroom, and it had just now been turned off. The memory of the previous night rushed back into my mind in an instant, bringing with it a fresh wave of pain and anxiety.

The vent in the bathroom was still on; Joplin would be in there for at least a few minutes longer while he dried his fur. I let out a deep sigh and tried to collect my thoughts. I knew that nobody would find out. No matter how negative Joplin's reaction would be, he wouldn't dare bring up last night with anybody else. The things we did would remain a secret. Still, I had no idea how he would treat me. I hoped that we'd just ignore what had happened, and continue with our boring routine of small talk, but a small part of me worried that he would berate me until we were within sight of our respective parents. That's what made my heart beat faster. It wouldn't be anything new of course--the insults and what not--and it's not remarkably difficult to put up with the assholes back home, but something new scared me about this situation. I felt guilty. I had taken advantage of his drunkenness, and his horniness. Say what you will about his culpability, but I knew that ultimately it was my fault. The vent turned off before I could come up with anything to say to him, so I took a deep breath and watched the door.

As the door creaked open, yellow light creeped forward from the threshold. As quickly as it had crawled forth, it was extinguished, and my cousin stepped through the doorway, naked, rubbing a towel over his face. His cock bounced from side to side as he took a couple steps forward, wicking moisture from the fur on his head. He must have assumed I wouldn't have any qualms about his being naked, and he was right. His body really was beautiful. I hadn't really got a good look at it the previous night; it was dark, and he had been wearing a shirt the whole day. That shirt had done little to hide what was beneath it, but when he came out of the bathroom I was exposed to all of it. Under his dark fur I could make out the chiseled grooves of developed muscles rippling down his sides and chest, and down his legs. His soft cock hung below him, shimmering ever so slightly from the shower he had just finished taking.

Joplin draped his towel behind his neck, gripping its ends over his chest. The removal of the towel from his face revealed his eyes to me again: cold, piercing. He cocked his head to the side a bit, waiting for me to speak. My mouth was open, but no sound came out. Although I had made the decision before he came into the room that I would behave normally, my eyes began to well with tears. Joplin dropped his brow, glowering at me. "C'mon... already?"

I wiped my eyes hurriedly and sniffed a couple times. "Sorry. I didn't mean to start fuckin' crying. It just kinda caught me off guard." I groaned and dropped my head back to my paws, silently cursing myself for my reaction. Joplin wandered over the second couch, and laid down, propping his footpaws on the arm closest to me.

He crossed his ankles and stared at me, silent. He wasn't waiting for me this time. I could see the cogs turning in his head; he was trying to compose something to say to me. He opened his mouth and took a breath, but hesitated before saying anything. He closed his mouth and looked away. "I'm sorry I called you a fag last night."

I laughed, loud enough to garner an odd look from Joplin. The two couches were perpendicular to each other, with a table between the closest arms. I let out a sigh of relief and scooted over the edge of the couch so that I was sitting facing my cousin. "It's just a word. Don't worry. I call my friends fags all the time."

"I know it's just a word. I meant I'm sorry if you thought that carried any sorta... negative connotations with it." I raised an eyebrow. Joplin cleared his throat. "I'm tryin' to say that I don't care if you're... gay."

I chuckled softly. I had been looking at my paws in my lap, so I turned my head upwards, where my eyes found his. I put my arm up on the arm of the couch, and offered an apologetic smile. "I don't care what you think about that, Joplin. I was worried that you'd be mad at me for what I did."

He let out a breath. I couldn't read his face; I couldn't see any markers on it. Those cold eyes of his were so static, so interminably resolute. Even though the lights were on, his expression was as hard to gauge as it was in the darkness of the previous night. His piercing gaze softened a bit. "It's not like I'll resent you for it." He threw a sly smirk at me and uncrossed his ankles, crossing them again with the other footpaw on top. "It was fun."

I grinned shyly. "I'm usually not so emotional about it. I guess I just worried a bit because... well, you know."

Joplin laughed quietly. "Yeah. That makes it a bit more awkward. Contrary to popular belief, we don't usually fuck our cousins around here."

"You're also kinda intimidating."

"Really? How?" he prodded.

"You've got almost a head on my height. And those eyes are unrelenting man."

He stared me down and grinned. I noticed a twitch in his cock as he spoke. "A lotta people say that about my eyes."

"It's not a bad thing."

He studied my face a bit more. "Do your parents know?"

"Of course they don't."

"Oh." He gave an apologetic shrug. "That sucks."

I sighed and looked towards the ceiling before pulling my eyes down to meet his. "Not really." I wasn't sure what else to say.

I kept up eye contact for what I felt was a bit too long, so I looked back down at my lap. I could tell Joplin was still looking at me. I looked at him again, briefly, before dragging my gaze over to his footpaws. You're such a fuckin' weirdo Sam. I reached out with one paw and grabbed the nearest one. Joplin raised an eyebrow, but kept up an intrigued grin. I kneaded his pads. They were soft and freshly warm from the shower. I slid my thumb over the ball, and watched the supple skin bow under the pressure.

Suddenly, he pulled his footpaws away from me and stood up. He walked over to my couch. I had been so preoccupied with his footpaws that I hadn't noticed his growing erection. It bounced with each step he took until he stopped directly in front of me. I reached out to hold it, and feel its warmth, but before my paw could reach his swelling wolfhood, he met my paw with his own. I looked up to find his diamond blue eyes, and a seductive smile. Grinning, I reached out with my other paw, where again its advance was halted. I sat there, both of arms held at the wrist, with a fat cock in front of my nose. "No," he said.

He pushed both of my paws behind my head, transferring one of them to his other paw, so that he could hold both of my wrists with one of his paws. He propped his idle paw against the wall behind us, for balance. He straddled my lap, putting one knee on either side of my body. We maintained eye contact as he slowly pushed his cock forward, where I met it with my lips. They parted, and I allowed his cock to sink deftly down into my throat. Joplin threw his head back in ecstasy and let out a breathy moan. I closed my eyes and lowered my chin a little bit, giving me easier access. Joplin kept up a steady flow of small, slow thrusts, but I was still doing most of the work, bobbing my maw over his cock. Each time I backed from his cock I left only the head inside, suckling it briefly before diving back down, my nose brushing his pubic fur. Occasionally, I'd inhale when I reached the base, soaking up as much of his heady scent as I could.

I leaned forward and tried to get a better angle, but Joplin pushed me into the back of the couch, hard. Surprised, I looked up, searching for pale eyes. My cousin looked down at me, smirking, and shook his head. I resigned and relaxed, letting him assume more control. I offered no resistance as he increased the intensity and frequency of his thrusts. While Joplin pumped in and out of my mouth, I ran my tongue under and around his cock, and kept my lips tight.

Joplin was panting, and my jaw was sore. His thrusts were becoming more powerful, but sloppier: more sporadic. He was getting close. He kept my wrists in his grasp and yanked me up before rotating me and throwing me down on the couch, lengthwise. My paws were now restricted to the arm of the couch, and my cousin was fucking my mouth down into the cushions of the couch. I was doing my best to rein in my gag reflex, but he was thrusting furiously.

With a guttural moan, Joplin released the first shots of his orgasm, coating the inside of my maw while continuing to thrust in and out. His movements slowed, and his cum started to leak from the corners of my mouth. As he had the previous night, he pulled out before he was completed finished, smearing the rest of his seed across my face. He like to mark. His cock was being rubbed across my face and was no longer buried in my throat, so I took the opportunity to swallow and catch my breath. Joplin was breathing hard as well. As the dregs of his orgasm seeped into my fur, Joplin lay gasping above me. He finally let go of my wrists, but I was too tired to do anything with my paws. Joplin rolled off me, opting to lie on his back on the floor beside the couch.

"I haven't had someone to screw around with in weeks." Panting, less vigorously, Joplin propped himself up by his elbows and turned to face me. I turned to meet his icy blue stare, and his open mouth closed into a grin. "You might want to go clean up before your parents see you." I blushed and licked my lips before rising and walking over to the bathroom. I looked back once more before entering; Joplin laid there on the ground, arms crossed behind his head. I turned away, terminating any apprehensive feelings like the ones I felt the previous night before they could take root.

I flipped the light switch and close the door behind me before bending over and fishing around under the sink for a towel. I found one and stood up again, staring at myself in the mirror. Cum from the top of my muzzle had dripped down to my lips. I ran the towel under the faucet and brought it up to my face while watching my own eyes in the mirror. Small talk. That's all it was. Just like last night. Last night I made small talk until I got my chance, and he did the same to me just now. I don't really care about his girlfriend, and he doesn't really care about my parents. These were the thoughts running through my head as I wiped my cousin's cum from my fur for the second time in twenty-four hours. I couldn't figure out why I was so torn up. I'd be lucky to squeeze more than ten words out of the guys I turned tricks with at school.

It's his eyes. There was something terrifying about his eyes. Something enticing. It was like you could feel the coldness of them creeping out and touching you. It was like he could accost you just by looking at you. And they never stopped. The irises were so clear and stark. They reached out with an absolute sort of brightness. They were forbidden fruit; the thought of the repercussions was terrifying, but they were tantalizing nonetheless. They had warned me that what was I was doing was ill-fated, but I reached for the fruit anyways.

I had finished cleaning myself, but I lingered in the bathroom before coming back out, studying my reflection. I was supporting myself with my paws on the countertop. My eyes were glistening, the sclera reddening. I rubbed both of them and dropped my head.