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Family time. To some, it's great way to enjoy the company of relatives they haven't seen for months, if not years. While for others, it's a time of annoyance that they try to avoid like the plague. As for me, I tend to lean towards the latter.

I've never had the best "family" get-togethers. Being gay left a negative impact on both my father and stepmother side of the family. The occasional jokes about when would I find a woman to marry, or how maybe going to church would save me from my ways, made me jaded towards said get-togethers. Even then, my stepmother still enjoys trying to force me to go to her family events, leaving me with no choice but to find any excuse possible to not go.

Sadly, my main go-to was also the one that caused the biggest fights between my parents.

My dad worked as a mechanic at our family garage the bulk of his life. It was something of a tradition that my grandpa had started, and one Dad wanted to continue. So when me and my half-brother grew up, we both learned the tricks of the trade. However, after a car accident paralyzed my dad from the waist down, he left the garage to me since my older brother already had a job at a network security firm.

My stepmother always hated the garage. She detested the shop because it never made a lot of money and it had kept dad away from the house a lot. So every time I brought up that I had work to do at the shop, she would be quick to tell me that I should sell the garage. This usually ended with me and my older brother running out of the house to avoid the fiery explosion that was our dad whenever he heard her bring up that topic.

Yet today was a bit different. Today, family time didn't fill me with a sense of disgust and dread, since the person that mentioned it was my older brother, Pyre.

Pyre was the only person in the family besides of my dad that I actually liked spending time with. He had a strange dorky sense of humor and was a bit on the nerdy side, which threw people off a lot. I couldn't blame them though. When someone saw a six-foot-five sabertooth lion with a golden mane and lush red fur, they normally felt intimidated. It also didn't help that my older brother was the quarterback at his college football team, making him thick and muscular. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth the reaction was always priceless.

My older brother has a very soft yet smooth voice that didn't match his image. He was gentle by nature, and normally hated confrontations to a point that it wasn't me that got bullied in school, but him. I couldn't count the amount of times I had to go and beat up someone three to four years older than me just because they thought it was funny to make fun of Pyre for being into anime and comics.

Though, nowadays it was rare for Pyre to get time away from work. Normally when he did, he would spend the bulk of his time at the gym or at his place, catching up on the latest video games or fucking his current girlfriend. So when he texted me about wanting to meet up at my place and have a few drinks, I wasn't going to say no.

So I made sure that I had my stuff in order and the shop closed on time, because my place was a mess and there was no way I wanted to scar Pyre. The big lug was the most accepting guy in the world, and there were few things that could actually bother him. Yet, I had a nasty suspicion that if he was to walk up in my place to see the fuck-swing in the middle of the living room, along with some of my floggers, he would turn right back around.

I could tell Pyre just about everything, from my shit luck with relationships to some of the tamer one-night stands I've had. However, I made it a point to never bring up my kinky side. I know my brother well enough to know how weird he would feel if he found out about his little brother being into BDSM. Hell, he still found it weird how I'd still ask him to rub my tusks like he did when we were younger. It's was a bit too intimate for him and I agreed.

However, I also won't deny that I like the intimacy.

Having a crush on your own brother might sound weird to most, but I just live with with the fact that I like a lot of things that are considered "strange". Thankfully, Pyre never picked up on it.

Smiling to myself, I hopped into my pickup truck and drove over to the house. Like most of my family, I hated to commute to work, so my place was relatively close by. It was also within walking distance to a liquor store with a surprising good selection. Which made life easy cause I tended to do everything last-minute.

After doing a half-ass clean-job and making sure there wasn't a speck of lube or cum on the furniture, I walked on over to the liquor store to grab some whiskey for me, cider for Pyre. Right as I was checking out my phone vibrated, saving me from the regular awkward flirting from the cashier.

Hey little bro. Sorry I'm running on the late side, had a few things hit me and needed to get myself together. Hope you don't mind if I brought over the WiiU to game?

My whiskers twitched and I responded. I can already tell something's up. Anytime something bothers you, you have to take it out on me on Mario Kart.

A quick response came through right as I walked out of the store. I thought you were used to sucking, so thought you wouldn't mind me taking out my pent-up frustration on ya.

Little asshole, I thought to myself before shooting him one last text telling him to bring it over while I headed back to the house.

Twenty minutes hadn't even passed by before a loud resounding knock came from the front door. "Hey, bro!" Pyre let himself in, a big goofy smile plastered on his face.

My older brother was rocking his favorite black t-shirt with the Hyrule crest on it. He also had the triforce necklace I had given him back in high school, which laid between the crevice of his bulging pecs. His gym shorts hugged around his thick thighs and plump ass, not leaving any room for imagination. In one hand he held a pizza box

, in the other was a bag filled with my future pain and misery. "Go figure, your version of being late is just an estimate of 'I won't show up early as fuck this time around,'" I chuckled.

Pyre shrugged and plopped the food on the living room table. "And go figure, you still suck at cleaning. Guess no matter how many years go by, you still need someone to clean up after you. Speaking of which, how's your luck in finding a man?"

I rolled my eyes and tossed a roll of paper towels and plates at Pyre. "I see the sass is strong within you today. Speaking of which, what's going on with that future wife Mom has been asking about?"

That made Pyre flinch uncomfortably. "Yeah, let's not talk about that one..."

"Uh-oh. Something tells me this is going to tie into the reason you brought the WiiDoom to the house," I said while bringing over a bottle of cider and a glass of whiskey.

"Part of it." He took the cider and bottle opener from my hand and popped the lid off. "But we'll talk about that in a moment. Come on, sit down and tell me how life been treating you."

"What's to talk about? My life is about as interesting as Dad's."

"Low blow Blaise. Low blow."

I smiled while watching Pyre plug up the game. The rest of the night went by relatively fast. We sat around, gamed, and got drunk while chatting the night away. Pyre was a complete lightweight and only three bottles in had him tipsy. Which suited me fine since the only time I could ever win was when he drank himself into a tizzy.

However, after the fifth bottle in and the rest of the pizza devoured, we put down the games and turned on a movie. Some background noise, nothing that neither me nor Pyre cared about. I had the lights dimmed down and the last bit of whiskey in my glass. Pyre was laid out on the couch, his dirty feet propped up on my lap and his eyes half-closed as he stared up at the ceiling.

I didn't say anything, nor did he. Just the awkward bit of silence as we played the 'who will break the ice first' game. Which, like always, happened to be me. So I took a swig of my whiskey before laying a comforting hand on Pyre's leg. "Out with it. What happened with Melissa?" I asked, knowing that she was the most recent girl that Pyre had been dating.

He groaned. "What do you think? We broke it off, and not in the best of ways."

"Caught this one cheating?" I asked, which earned me a glare.

"You're a smooth talker," Pyre growled.

"Picked it up from your mama. Though seeing how you didn't say no, I'll take it I'm right." I sipped my whiskey.

Pyre chugged his cider and sat up. "Yes, yes you're right. Some leopard was plowing her right on my bed. Hadn't even been gone the full day and she brought some stranger into MY house."

"How did she even get into your house?"

At that Pyre's ears dropped. "I...gave her the key."

"Seriously? It's only been a year, bro. Do you really need to move that fast?"

"No...I don't know. I thought I had the right one this time, you know? You've seen her. Beautiful smile, gorgeous personality, and the lioness had a rack on her for days! So when I thought things were going well... Well, I gave her the key to my place. Told her she can come over and get ready for a night on the town. Didn't think she got off to fucking on her boyfriend's bed when he wasn't around."

"Also bet she didn't think a workaholic like yourself would get off early." I placed my whiskey down.

"Guess not. It's been about two or so months since that had happened, and I'm still all kinds of fucked up over it."

"Have you told Mom?"

"I'm just now telling you," he huffed.

"Touche, mademoiselle. Though knowing her, she's normally the first to pry into your relationships before pestering me about mine. So thought she dug it out of you."

Pyre shook his head and glanced at the empty bottle. "Nah, she's been trying but I've been ducking and dodging. Not ready to play the inquisitor game with her."

"Who is? So I take it you've just been gaming, lifting, and fucking your misery away?" I asked while continuing to rub his leg.

A soft chuff came from my older brother as his eyes closed from relaxation. "Somewhat. Kinda been in a rut on the last part though. However, my coworker got me feeling all types of strange these days."

"Oh? Is she a good looker?"

"More like he."

The liquor haze vanished almost immediately as I sat up. "A he? What the fuck? When did you go bi?"

Pyre didn't bother to open his eyes, instead his legs parted when he pushed one closer to my stomach. A hint of his natural scent drifted in the air, which drew my attention down to my brother's crotch. Just from how well the bulge showed in his shorts, I could tell how Pyre felt about if he should wear underwear or not. No amount of cologne could cover up the sweaty musk that came from my brother's body, showing that he must have really been in a rush to come over if he didn't even shower. "Blaise, don't do this to me. This is why I'm coming to you, after all. You're the only gay person in the whole damn family, and the only one I trust coming to about these random afflictions of emotions."

I sighed and rubbed the back of my head. "Okay. Little brother counseling is in session. Tell me what's on your mind."

That got a chuckle out of my big brother. "Everything. Little tasmanian devil is a good friend of mine. We drink, shoot the shit, game a lot, and I also vent to him all the time. I like the little guy, a lot. Then he hit me with a big whammy a few weeks ago by asking me out on a date."

"Did you go?" I asked.

Pyre paused, then nodded. "I thought why not, it can't hurt. So did it and liked it. He cooked for me, we chilled out, watched a few movies. It was good and awkward at the same time."

"I bet... So what is really digging at you? It sounds like the dating is going alright and although it's weird, you're not opposed to it. So what are you opposed to?"

Pyre took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Fucking... I...I never did anything with a guy, bro. I don't know if I'll be good at it or if I'll like it. That, and if I don't, then it can ruin our friendship and, well...ugh!" He dropped the empty bottle on the floor and rubbed his eyes. "I don't even know..."

I sighed. "So you're just worried about sex, that's it?"

"It's not just that, it's more, you know..."

"So that's it. Stop making it more complicated than what it is."

A low growl of frustration came from my brother. "Oh? And if a woman did this to you, what would you do?"

I cocked my brow. It wasn't that I hadn't done things with a woman before, and in fact, at one point of time I was oddly in the same boat as Pyre was now. The only difference was that it was more of a one night fling and the two of us had a few shots too many. Whenever I get drunk, I become very horny and feely. Back then, she had offered to help, though when I hesitated she just took things into her own hands.

She took a risk, and it played out well in her favor since I didn't stop her. Worked out for me because it showed me I really wasn't interested in women. Yet what I was struggling with was: should I take the same risk with Pyre?

This was my older brother, and although I played with the idea of the two of us together, it wasn't something I had actually planned on ever trying. However, here he was, laid out on my couch, his legs spread open and his thick musky scent filling the living room. His natural aroma had my mouth watering and when I noticed his heavy sack shifting when he leaned back on the arm of the couch, my cock got stiff as a board.

Ah fucking christ Blaise...What are you thinking? I knew this was a bad idea, but in the same thought I found it hard to keep a single logical notion in my head when I watched Pyre reach down to readjust himself. Specks of grey pubes poked out from Pyre's waistline and a new burst of odor drifted over. Before I even realized it, I was licking my tusk with anticipation before I grabbed my brother's waist band. "You really want to know? Okay, I'll show you how the first woman I messed with showed me if I'd like messing around with the opposing sex."

"Wait, huh?"

I didn't bother to answer him before I pulled down his shorts and took his sheath into my hand. My brother jumped at the sudden action. "Blaise what are you--" Pyre stopped in mid-sentence as I tugged down on his sheath and took the tip of his rod into my mouth. His dick hardened in my mouth and a low guttural moan came from him.

Up close, his scent was overpowering, and I loved every bit of it. I purred lowly around the thick pulsing rod while bobbing my muzzle up and down my brother's dick. His cock didn't seemed to care that another man's mouth was around it as slivers of pre dripped along my tongue, leaving a nice salty taste in my muzzle.

"Rrrrrffff..." I tilted my head up a bit to look at Pyre. His eyes were half-closed and his fingers dug into the couch. His hips ground right up to my muzzle, which had me wiggling with delight. There were two things I loved most about oral: sucking on a big thick cock, and working open someone's hole with my tongue. Thankfully, Pyre did not disappoint. I was not small at seven inches, but Pyre had to at least be two inches bigger than me, and he was as thick as a soda can. His cock worked its way to the back of my throat, making me gag.

"Christ, I shouldn't be doing this but god, you have a great muzzle on ya." He reached down and rubbed the back of my head. The praise sent a wave of warmth down to my stomach and made me smile.

"Mmmm." I tucked my brother's shorts up under his sack and fondled them in my palm. The heavy boys twitched and bounced in my hands while my brother pump his cock down my throat. I took great pleasure in the way I could make my older brother's cock to flex inside my mouth, and the way I had him squirm so much from each brush of my tongue.

My ears perked at the sharp intake of his breath when I took every last inch down to the hilt. There was a hint of pride that filled me when I saw the fascination in Pyre's eyes as he watched his spit-covered dick vanish past my lips. I could only entertain the thought that most of the women he'd fooled around with couldn't swallow every inch.

"Fuck..." Pyre's fingers trailed along the ridge of my ears, tickling the small hairs within. "I see why you keep bragging how guys give great head."

I laughed as I pulled off Pyre's dick. "Because we know what we're working with." My palms massaged my brother's balls while my other stroked his rod. Under the dim lighting, it gave the pink flesh a wonderful slick sheen that filled me with a sense of accomplishment.

"I guess I'll really find out if that's true with all guys once I give my coworker a shot." Pyre's voice had dropped down to an all-time low, sending thrills straight down my spine. He reached down and rubbed his fingers alongside my sabers, before curling around them. "Though, I don't think I'm quite done with you yet. Want to see if you're as good at taking a dick with nothing but spit as most of the girls I mess around with."

My cock became extremely uncomfortable in my shorts at Pyre's words. "Hell if I'm going to turn down a challenge." I smirked, licking my brother's fingers.

He laughed and pulled his legs off of me so I could get up. I swatted his rump playfully on the way off the couch before tugging my shirt over my head and shoving my pants down to the floor. A sexy little whistle came from Pyre, which earned a rare blush that formed under my fur. "I didn't notice before, but you really do have a nice ass on ya bro," Pure said.

"Wait till you feel it on you," I teased while crawling on top of him. I licked and spat on the palm of my hand before reaching behind to lather up my hole. Pyre's cock, which was grinding on the back of my hand, was dripping with excitement. "You really are eager, aren't you?" I took the massive piece of meat into my hand and lined it up to my tight pucker. "Need to see if your brother's hole is as good as his muzzle?"

My brother gave the biggest tusky grin up at me as he reached up and grabbed me by my sabers. "You really are a talkative little brat. Just shut up and sit on it and stop teasing me."

That was a command I could listen to. I took a deep breath and pushed down on Pyre's cock. I wasn't sure which of us moaned the loudest at that moment. All I knew was the burst of ecstasy I felt from Pyre's dick sliding up into me.

"Holy fuck, your hole feels so tight and great, little bro," Pyre's voice shuddered as my hips bounced up and down on his cock. I could feel my brother's dick twitch inside of my ass, pressing right at that special spot that made me roar with pleasure. My dick pushed up Pyre's shirt, leaving a puddle of pre on his stomach that was constantly being slammed out of me.

My eyes had grown hazy from the dense amount of pleasure that racked through my body. My brother's cock felt amazing inside of me. All the self-induced fantasies I had could never have matched up to this moment.

Pyre's voice started to grow husky as his hands squeezed my tusks. My eyes widened for a brief moment, before I felt him tug me over top of him and adjust himself better. "Sorry bro, but I gotta cum in this ass. It feels just too good not to," Pyre huffed up against my face, his breath smelling of sweet cider. I only nodded and pressed my hands against the back of the couch before Pyre let loose.

The couch rocked under the two of us as Pyre's hips clapped up against my ass. My body rocked with each thrust and my moans filled the room. Pyre's panted up against my face as his fat balls slapped right up against my striped red cheeks. His hands shifted to my hips, pulling them down with each powerful thrust. Finally, he dug his claws past my fur and along my skin as his cock delved deep into my asshole. His fat dick shot one stream after another of hot cum into my ass. I ground my hips back against my brother's cock, wanting to milk every drop he had to offer, but the pure amount was more than I could hold in, as some still oozed out from my hole.

For a moment neither one of us moved as we wallowed in the afterglow. My palm stroked against his tusks while his nose pressed against mine. "So....I think I'm going to be fine with fucking another guy," he said with panted breath.

I laughed and patted his thick pecs. "If you fuck' em like you did me, you'll be fine."

Pyre smiled up at that. "Speaking of which, you gotta promise me something."

"Hmm? What's up?" I asked.

"You can never tell Mom I fucked you," he said, looking as if he was about pass out any second.

I stared down at him with a toothy smirk while stroking his tusks. "Oh trust me, you don't have to worry about that."

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A random ping echoed through the room as Pyre gave a loud "woot" in joy. "Haha, finally finished it. You sure you don't want to try, little bro?"

I shook my head, finding it more amusing to watch my older brother geek out over the new game he'd gotten. A few months had passed since that eventful night. After the two of us had woken up the next morning, free of any alcoholic influence minus the slight hangover, we had a brief talk and decided that it wouldn't change anything between us. Which I couldn't have been more thankful for.

That night had also boosted my older brother's self esteem, as he gave the tasmanian devil a shot, and apparently the little guy was good with both his ass and his dick, from what my brother told me. He even took his coworker as his boyfriend. Of course, he still struggled with the idea of having an open relationship, but it was a good thing his boyfriend was very accommodating, making Pyre feel at ease. Yet, both me and him agreed it was best never to tell the folks about this. The family meet-up that would follow was something neither me nor him wanted to deal with.

"Suit yourself. Speaking of which, after this want to go out and grab something to eat?" Pyre asked, his tail flicking with enjoyment.

I licked my tusk before rubbing it against my older brother's plump red rump. His pants were currently past his knees and his cheeks were nice and spread open for me. Trails of spit covered his hole as his cock was leaking like a faucet from each stroke of my hand. "Nah." I licked his hole once more, making him push back against my lips. "I'm quite content with skipping dinner for this bit of dessert in front of me."

___________ (For any of you that know me and believed that I wouldn't add rimming to a personal story project , I have to say. GOTCHA)