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Sneaky and Sloppy

By DeviantAmp

Devious

Baxter's ears were perked up towards the ceiling. His senses were so heightened, he was able to paint a mental image of everything outside of the room. The small shape of his brother lying on the couch with a 2-liter of soda in his paws appeared in his mind. He imagined him sitting there in the recliner, sipping away cluelessly while trying hold onto the bottle. He gave off a snicker, thinking of his brother watching dumb animes.

There was no better time.

Baxter pulled his brother's underwear from the laundry bin and placed it straight onto his nose. He took a deep breath and his eyes rolled back and he let out a moan of pleasure. The white-trimmed blue boxer briefs had a moistness to them that no one could never replicate with any other underwear that he'd ever smelt. The younger marsupial was a little musk factory. It didn't matter if his brother was in them for a minute or several days, they always came out perfect.

"God, I'm such a freak." Baxter said to himself as he indulged his twisted desires.

Baxter let his tongue slide out of his muzzle and rub up against the front of the boxer briefs. He could swear that he could taste each drop of sweat from his balls and dicks soaked right into the underwear. The smell hung thick off the front and back of it. The pheromones gave it such a natural thick musky scent. He wondered if his brother used any of his underwear as a cumrag and if he should start digging for a better pair.

His ears shot to the right as he heard the sound of the recliner shifting into the upright position. He cursed before he stuffed the underwear back into his brother's dirty laundry hamper. There was a bit of a panic as his mind second guessed himself several times. He had the opportunity to reach back into the dirty clothes, grabbing a pair right now or he could cut his losses and try again some other time. He was frozen, unable to move as his mind shifted back and forth from all the risks of getting caught with his younger brother's underwear.

"Fuck It." He whispered before grabbing a yellow pair of briefs and stuffing it in his shorts.

He rushed out of the room, but it was too late. The short opossum's eyes lit up as he saw Baxter walk out of the room. The short nerdy opossum was wearing baggy khaki shorts and a thick yellow hoodie. If Baxter wasn't too busy being his older brother, he would have thought he was cute. Francis was only thirteen, but he was maturing quite well for his age. Especially his mouth.

"Fucking Ass! What're you fucking doing in my room?" He shouted as he rushed his older brother.

Francis pinned his brother straight into the ground as he tackled the older opossum. Baxter had five years and a foot over his younger brother, but Francis had an edge with his temper. The two of them rolled around on the floor, Baxter, trying to get the opossum wrapped around his stomach to let go. Their tails intertwined with each other, wrapping around like two snakes coiled.

"Stop faggot. Get off me you little runt!" Baxter yelled while trying his best to pry off his brother.

The two of them picked themselves up when Baxter was finally able to pry off Francis. Their tails were the last things to become untangled, something they'd gotten more used to as their fights had happened more often. Baxter did a quick check to his pocket, making sure that the briefs didn't fall out in the scuffle. They were still firmly packed into his own gym shorts, which was all the confidence he needed to defuse the situation. He folded his arms in typical older brother fashion and shrugged his shoulders.

"Wanted to see if you bought that stupid sex pillow I saw you eyeing on your computer. The one with the anime chick's boobs hanging out."

Francis' face turned red and his eyes grew wide. The little opossum's eyes shifted back and forth as he tried to think of a lie to say. His short arms stuffed themselves in his hoodie as a nervous tick. Baxter smirked as he watched Francis panic, turning the entire thing on him. Instead of responding, Baxter just walked past his brother towards the stairs, the smug smile dripping off his muzzle.

Baxter made it halfway down the stairs before he heard the sound of his brother walk into his room. The opossum slammed the door so hard, he heard a picture from their parent's room knock over onto the ground. He would have to take a mental note to pick it up before his parents got back from vacation. Of course, it hardly mattered. They would never believe the two of them went a single day without fighting, let alone the whole week.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he let out a sigh and leaned against the railing. He had been in worse situations before, but it always dealt a number on his psyche. Soccer teammates have caught him stealing jockstraps red-handed. Ex-friends have caught him jerking off with their underwear in his face. Heck, even babysitters woke up with his muzzle in their crotch. He knew there would be a day he wouldn't be able to talk, bribe, or threaten his way out of consequences. He was just glad it wasn't going to be today.

He took the underwear out the yellow briefs and put them up to his muzzle, taking a large sniff of the front. It wasn't quite as strong as the pair he had earlier, but it would definitely do the job. His eyes closed tightly as he imagined his little brother's dick rubbing against his underwear. The excitement was two-fold. The smell of the musky underwear was enough to get him off alone, but in risky situations paired just as well. Being in such close proximity to his brother was going to send him over the edge. Francis could just open his door any second and catch him faceful into his briefs with a shit eating grin on his face.

Baxter reached down to his shorts and touched his dick. He felt a wet spot right at the tip of his dick and blushed. If his brother was not as emotional as he was, he would have caught the cum stain as he walked out of the room. He reached down and grabbed the outline of his cock, giving it a couple of strokes to make the stain bigger. His precum poured into his shorts, purposefully growing the wet mark.

His eyes shot open as he heard Francis yell something in his room, probably still furious at the invasion of privacy. He tucked the underwear away and walked into the kitchen. Baxter went straight to the refrigerator, opening it up and seeing the case of beer waiting for him. They were packed neatly next to stacks of soda, an agreement the two of them came with. If Baxter kept Francis loaded with soda, he wouldn't tell mom or dad that he was going to be drinking all week long. He frowned as he grabbed one of the beers and walked back into the living room.

The two of them worked so well when they actually got along. He laid down on the couch, cracking open a beer as he flipped through the shows on the TV. It would have been nice if he didn't have to be such a jerk to the little guy. It would also be nice if his brother wasn't so quick to anger. He put on one of the shows that they both liked to watch, hoping that it would do the trick.

Sure enough, the episode was only halfway through the opening theme song before he heard his brother's door open. The sound of his little feet rushing down the stairs until he was able to see the TV.

"You're watching episodes without me now?" Francis said accusingly.

"Just getting your attention. You know I wouldn't have started it without you." Baxter said slyly back.

The two of them smiled at each other for a second before Francis darted to the recliner and sat at attention. Baxter bit his lip, wishing that he could somehow ask his brother to sit on the couch with him. Maybe cuddle a bit as they watched the show like they did when they were little. Francis' temper was just as quick to start as it was to calm. It was one of the things that Baxter loved about him. Their fights never lasted long.

Francis also could get quite caught up when he liked something, making it almost impossible for him to become distracted. Baxter also loved that. He reached down to his pants, eyes focused on the opossum sitting on the recliner. The angle was just perfect enough for him to watch Francis while not being in his field of vision. He reached down inside of his loose fitting gym shorts and felt his dick through the fabric.

His erection was almost completely gone before he started to play with himself again. He carefully rubbed the tip of his dick, gently rubbing his foreskin through the fabric while the show played on. His brother's briefs inside of his shorts muffled the sound of him shifting against his own underwear. He grit his teeth, suppressing a moan as he managed to tug his dick out of his own briefs. His dick was rock hard, still covered by his shorts but the outline of his tent was obvious. All of it seemed too easy.

Francis laughed loudly at one of the jokes, making Baxter freeze and hold his breath. Francis held his paws over his muzzle, trying to stifle his own laughter. Instead, it was just a sputter of snorks and chuckles, barely muffled by the sleeves of his own hoodie. Meanwhile, Baxter couldn't move an inch, frozen with his erect dick pressing against his short. He wondered if this would be the opportunity to pull back and try to tuck his shorts back awkwardly so his erection wouldn't be so obvious.

He let out a nervous laugh as his brother calmed down and went back to giving the TV his full attention. Baxter licked his lips and gave himself another couple tugs through the shorts. His brother must have been blind to never notice how often pre pooled on the front of his shorts. Baxter loved to take the opportunity to touch himself when no one was looking well enough. Then again, not everyone was paying as much attention to their brother's crotches as much as he did his own brother's.

Enough time had passed that he was feeling quite daring again. He let go of his dick and grabbed hold of the briefs in his shorts. The red on his face bled through the white fur on his muzzle, but he wasn't going to let his anxiety beat him. He pulled out his brother's blue boxers from his shorts and brought them slowly over to his muzzle. The sound of the fabric unfolding was as loud as dynamite in his own mind, but Francis was completely clueless to all of it.

He managed to get it up to his face. His eyes never shifted from his brother's muzzle, making sure it was still facing directly at the TV. Baxter wouldn't miss a single twitch of his whiskers with how intently he was focusing on him. Just as it touched his lips and nose, his heart racing and his breathing was quick and sharp. It smelled so perfect and he was taking in all of it. He could swear he could make out the slightest hint of pre-cum in the front of the boxers. Maybe it was just a drop of piss, but he wouldn't mind either.

He saw his brother's ears flick and that was enough for him to bail, but he couldn't just stuff them back into his shorts. Time slowed down just as he realized that the episode had ended. He was able to watch his brother's muzzle slowly turn to face him, not quite catching the briefs on his face just yet. Instead, Baxter dove his paw into the couch cushions right next to his muzzle, hiding them just in time.

"What're you doing, start the next episode?" Francis said as he looked back at his brother confused.

"Shut up and give me a second, I'm looking for the controller." He said, trying to justify why his hand was in the cushions.

"Idiot, it's right in front of-" Francis stopped as he noticed the yellow fabric poking halfway out of the cushions.

"What're those?" Francis asked, but knew the answer.

"I dunno-ew fuck." Baxter pulled the underwear out of the cushion and held it up. "Are you leaving your fucking underwear everywhere?"

"Those were just in my fucking room! Did you take them out?" Francis said as he jumped out of the seat.

The younger opossum snatched them from his brother's paw and held them in front of Baxter's muzzle. Baxter's heart was racing and his eyes were beginning to tear up. This was always the worst feeling. He should have been used to getting caught by now, but it was always a sinking feeling in his gut that almost hurt him. However, it always quickly manifested itself into anger and he was manipulative enough to fight his own guilt.

"Dude, I just pulled them out right now. I don't know why they're in here." Baxter yelled, getting ready to tackle his brother.

"Whatever. Just put on the next episode." Francis said, tossing the underwear onto the coffee table and sitting back in his seat.

Baxter blinked several times, replaying everything inside of his head a couple times to make sure that it had went over just as he thought it did. He couldn't believe he actually got away with it. He was sure that he was done for, but he managed to weasel his way out of a tough situation almost effortlessly. He couldn't take too much time to focus on it as he reached forward and grabbed the controller next to the underwear. He started the next episode, looking back at the underwear as he sat the controlled down. He looked back at Francis, double checking his expression.

Francis remained focused on the TV, bobbing his head to the tune of the theme song. Baxter's heart hadn't slowed down at all and his thoughts were racing at a mile a minute. He was quite prepared to go nuclear over this, but it refused so quickly that it felt like he was still at war. Any second now his brother was going to lunge from the recliner and start punching him straight in the muzzle, but as the episode played on nothing happened. Only his brother chuckling at the small jokes that came every minute or so.

Baxter slowly unwound himself, looking back at the underwear and then back at his brother. His ears folded back and he let out an almost inaudible groan. He had a perfectly good pair of underwear in his paws, but now they were reclaimed. He knew he shouldn't even try to sneak them back into his clutches, else he escalate the situation again. Hell, he probably wouldn't be able to go back into his brother's room for at least a month to avoid suspicion.

He begrudgingly focused his attention to the show, reaching down to shorts and giving them a couple tugs. The shock had caused his erection to disappear, making it easy to adjust himself back into his briefs. He could still feel the wet spots on his shorts, always surprised that his brother did not see anything. He glared at Francis, trying to read his muzzle before finally giving up.

"You want another beer?" Francis asked, making Baxter jump.

"Y-yeah! I'd love one." He trying to compose himself again.

Francis got up out of his seat quickly and ran to the kitchen, trying not to miss anything. Baxter sighed, reaching over and grabbing his beer. He rolled his eyes, realizing he had barely touched his own beer enough to justify another one. He touched the beer to his forehead, trying to cool his mind down. All of this felt sloppy and that was his biggest turn-off. He took the beer off his forehead as Francis rushed back into the room with a beer in one paw and a soda in the other. He smiled up at him just as he sat it down and stuffed himself back into the recliner.

Baxter rolled his eyes and chuckled. The smaller opossum looked cute in their dad's large reclining chair. Just seeing his small figure in the chair took his anxiety level down from red back to green. He smirked at the thought of him getting beaten up by Francis. Baxter's soccer practice and his workouts gave him at least twice the muscle mass as his lean little brother. Still, he wished that his workouts produced even a quarter of the musk his brother could from sitting on the couch all day watching TV.

He had finished the second beer on the table by the time that he was able to catch up with the plot of the series, but it was getting hard to keep up again. He never had two beers to himself before, and it was getting to him fast. His buzz felt good, making the show even funnier than it had ever been. He laughed just as loud as his brother as they bindged their way through another couple episodes. It felt pretty good as he started up the next episode.

"I'm getting another soda!" Francis shouted, wired from the sodas.

"You're not supposed to have thoo many." Baxter called weakly to Francis.

"Call the police." Francis sarcastically called back from the kitchen.

When Francis came back he had another soda in his paw and another beer from Baxter. Baxter let out a little moan as he grabbed the beer from his brother's paw.

"Ugh, you spoil me. You'd make a great wife." He said without thinking.

"You'd be the wife. Look at those bedroom eyes you're giving me."

Baxter shook his head to attention. His eyes were half-opened from all the beer he had been drinking, but he was not expecting his brother to return the flirt. He must have been making some of this up in his head, but he could have sworn his little brother just winked at him as he took the beer. He furrowed his brow and squinted at the TV, trying to take his attention away from his insecurities.

"Fag." Baxter said as he sipped at his beer.

Baxter wasn't sure how many episodes he had gone through before he was beginning to pass out. Francis had managed to feed Baxter another beer without him asking and Baxter stupidly took it. His head was swimming and the plot had been completely lost to him. He was barely able to laugh at any of the jokes that he got and most of them went right over his head. All the while, his brother's laughter was the only thing keeping him awake, but even that wasn't working. He closed his eyes for a second, hoping a quick shut-eye would cure his tiredness.

He opened his eyes and suddenly all the lights in the room were off. It was hard to focus coming out of sleep, but Baxter did his best to observe the room. He couldn't tell how much he slept, but he could tell that it was still sometime in the middle of the night. The only light in the room was coming from the TV, but there was no sound. The light was too bright for him to make out what was on the screen until he blinked a couple times.

That's when his ears picked up the sound coming from his brother's chair. His brother was huffing and panting quickly, breathing sharply through his nose while he exerted himself. The slapping sound of him tugging himself was unmistakable. The recliner rocked back and forth, squeaking the entire way while he jerked himself off. All of it combined sounded like a circus was happening right in Francis's lap.

"Amatuer." Baxter thought to himself.

He turned his head to the TV to see what his brother was getting off to. His face turned bright red, not expecting to see something as embarrassing as what was on the actual screen. The young opossum was masturbating to adult videos of his favorite anime characters. The quality of the animation was significantly poorer and the character's sex and breasts were horrifically enlarged.

He recognized two of the female characters, a fox and raccoon girls pressing their large tits together and tried to make out with each other. Their breasts were too large for them to reach each other's muzzles without really forcing them together. Baxter smirked at the sight, taking note that the characters in the anime were portrayed much younger than the rip-off porn had them as. A third character from a completely different show walked into the mix and showed off herself to the camera. She was a white wolf cyborg, who's fur gleamed in the light as though it was made of plastic.

"Oh, Ivory you're so hot."

Baxter had to hold back a laugh as his brother started to talk to the TV, pretending that the wolf could actually hear him. He knew his brother was into anime, but he was not expecting this to be his choice of porn. All of the characters looked like they were in middle school, except for Ivory, who's animation style didn't quite fit the other characters. All of it was more pathetic than it was sexual, but Baxter wasn't too far off himself.

Baxter couldn't make out his brother's dick from the angle, but he imagined it wasn't much bigger or smaller than his own. He reached his paw down slowly and grabbed himself in his shorts. The opossum worked his paw into his shorts as silently as possible, doing his best not to make a single sound while his brother got caught up in the porn. He could see the side of his brother's muzzle and that was more than enough to get him going.

The young opossum had drool dripping down the side of his face and was biting his lip rather tight. His eyes were dead focused on the screen, not able to tell that his brother was stroking himself to the performance. He could tell that Francis was grabbing ahold of himself tight and was beating himself like a little machine. Baxter wondered if he was gonna be able to cum before his brother and even pretend to go back asleep.

"Suck my fat dick."

Baxter let out a snerk, no longer able to hold himself back. Francis immediately turned his head and the brothers made eye contact. They both remained completely still as they tried to assess the situation. Neither of them were able to move their arms and legs, both still holding firmly onto their own dicks. Baxter's jerking was most obvious, but the younger of the two was more concerned about himself than he was of his brother's perversion.

"I wasn't doing anything!"

Baxter's muzzle wrinkled up somewhere halfway between being amused and being revolted. Francis fiddled with the remote, finally letting go of himself and trying to turn off the TV. The video was stuck repeating an animation of the wolf cyborg bobbing her head up and down on a floating bodiless dick. The poor opossum was whimpering and sniffling as he did his best to turn off the screen, but nothing seemed to work. In all his frantic attempts he could manage was to turn the volume on.

Baxter let out a sigh of relief, his paw slipping out of his shorts and pushing him up into a sitting position. He felt obligated to put his brother in an awkward situation. Threaten to tell their parents about the anime video unless his brother was forced to do all of his chores for the next few months. It seemed so perfect to have his little brother under his foot for the rest of his time here, but watching his goofy brother panicking with the remote made him feel sympathetic.

"Bro. Bro. Calm down."

The little opossum had stopped trying to work the remote and instead surrendered into a ball on the recliner. Baxter got out of his seat on the couch and walked over to his brother, patting him on the shoulder while he went through a mild anxiety attack. He had watched his brother meltdown before, and he knew that if he didn't calm him down the boy would be screaming and freaking out all over the place.

"Just chill. It's fine. Everyone does it."

"You're gonna tell mom and dad and I'm gonna be grounded forever." Francis replied, almost incomprehensible while he was huddled up.

Baxter rubbed his brother's shoulders and tried to coax him out of going mental. He leaned himself over his brother and tried to carefully pull him out of the ball he was contorting himself into. As he managed to get him to sit upright in the recliner, he noticed his brother's pants still unzipped. He could see his brother's tighty whities and his heart started to pound. His brother was the only thirteen year old that would still wear those sorts of things and it was like winning the jackpot to Baxter. He stared at the little bulge in his underwear as perverted thoughts began to race through his brain.

It wasn't even just the sight of his brother's white briefs. He could see a small patch of pre pushing its way through the fabric and pooling across the front of his briefs. The white soaked into a dark shade as his cock pushed pre out, begging for the little boy to finish his task. He could smell the thick scent of his brother, even without the tighty whities smashed into his own nose. He licked his lips as he was finally so close to getting the boy's musk straight from the source, and it didn't take long for him to justify getting closer.

"No one's getting grounded. I jerk off all the time. I'm surprised we've never done it together before."

Francis immediately pulled away from his brother, snapping out of his panic in an instance to look up at his brother in confusion. There was an expression of shock and disgust on his face, not quite sure if what he heard was right.

"Why would we jerk off together? Aren't you supposed to, you know, do that alone?"

Francis wasn't wrong, but Baxter had gotten himself in and out of these situations before. His brother wasn't his first victim to get caught up in his lies, manipulated to exposing himself for his own personal pleasure.

"I've done it with my friends all the time. We share each other's porn all the time. You've never done it with your friends?"

Francis looked ashamed, confused and wondering if he had been doing things wrong the entire time. If only he wasn't so emotional or able to give himself time to think about the situation, he would be able to figure out that his brother wasn't being quite as genuine as he made himself out to be. Before he could even second guess his brother's words, his train of thought was interrupted.

"I'll admit, I'm a little surprised about the content. I wasn't expecting you to be into hentai as well."

A red glow grew from the base of Francis's neck all the way to tips of his saucer shaped ears. He wasn't expecting Baxter to even know what Hentia was, let alone like it. For the first time ever, it seemed like the two had something in common. The young cub was too naive to even question Baxter's obvious lie. Baxter couldn't even be in the same room as any of the awful animes that Francis loved to watch, let alone jerk off to oversized animated boobs.

"C'mere. Let's get a look at you."

Baxter tugged on his arm just strong enough to help him out of his seat. He was never this gentle with his brother and Francis couldn't help but worry this was some kind of elaborate trap, but the thought of getting along with his brother left him hopeful enough. He let Baxter lead him to the couch where they both sat down together. The video was still looping on the screen, along with the constant sucking sounds coming from Ivory.

"Lets get you out of all these."

Francis didn't have time to protest when his hoodie was suddenly being pulled over his head. He lifted his arms up obediently for his brother, letting him take off both his shirt and his sweater in one go. The opossum's naturally raggedy fur was exposed, sharing details about himself that had never come up before. Details like none of his big boy fur coming in yet or the fact that his nipples were just tiny little pink nubs poking out of his white and silver fur. Francis had never run a mile in his life and it was apparent by his pudgy soft tummy poking out. All of it was things that Baxter couldn't wait to explore the runty veal he had on his plate, but he knew he had to work slow. He knew he was already playing a risky game as it was.

"Alright, just pull down your pants and I'll get undressed as well. It's better when you're only wearing your underwear."

The younger opossum seemed hesitant to follow through with what he was being told to do, but Baxter went along with his end of the deal anyways. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head, showing off his brown chest fur to his younger brother. It wasn't something that Francis hadn't already seen, but something felt particularly different about this scenario. Baxter's lean soccer body was more intimidating than he'd ever remembered it to be. Everything felt like it was a bit off and it was making him panic.

"You do this with your friends? I've never heard of anyone doing stuff like this before."

Baxter grit his teeth and took a sharp breath in. He knew that it was going to be risky, but he put his thumbs underneath his shorts and pulled them all the way down to his knees. His large dick flopped out in the opening of his boxers, standing up straight and dripping pre down the side of his dick. Francis looked mortified as his brother completely exposed himself. He had never seen another guy's dick before, let alone one that was completely erect. Even Baxter's foreskin was pulled all the way back so he could see his head completely.

"All the time. I would have invited you if I knew that you were old enough. We do all sorts of things."

Baxter reached out and grabbed his own dick, giving it a slow and long tug right in front of his brother. He had to act as casual and calm about the situation as he could, even though his heart was pounding in his chest ready to explode out of his ribcage. He knew that this could all go wrong and he would be in real trouble for a long time. He felt like this was the sloppiest he'd ever been in his life full of close calls and sticky situations.

Francis gulped audibly before he grabbed his shorts and tugged them down to his knees, revealing his white briefs in full to his brother. It was the first time he'd ever done that for someone else, even though he had always fantasized about his first time doing it with a girl he liked. Or, more specifically, the animated cyber wolf girl of his dreams. Unfortunately, throughout all the the situation, he was now as soft as a wet noodle.

"I think I might not be able to do anything tonight. I'm pretty tired anyways. I don't know if I'll get it back UP!"

Baxter reached over to his brother and put his paw over Francis's bulge, groping at his brother's dick through the fabric. He could tell that his brother had gone soft, but he had just enough experience to know what to do. He rubbed back and forth against the front of his underwear, focusing on his head and shaft. The cub was stuck in between trying to escape his brother's intrusive paws and not being able to move from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. His chest and shoulders were raised back almost as if he was trying to separate his lower half from his upper half. His eyes were focused on his own crotch, watching in horror as his dick began to get erect by his own brother's paw.

"Th-this is-oh ho wow." Francis couldn't help but put words to his enjoyment.

"You like it?"

He did. Francis was still discovering himself everyday, rubbing himself one way to see if it felt better than trying it another. The rough fabric of his underwear felt amazing as it dragged along his sensitive foreskin and shaft. As well, there was something different about it being his brother's paw instead of his own. Would it feel like this when a girl would do it?

"You thinking of Ivory?"

He hadn't been, but it was on his mind now. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, letting his imagination do the rest of the work. The cyborg wolf on her knees in front of him, stroking his shaft up and down. Her tits were hanging just above his crotch, ready to be sucked on. Francis licked his lips and imagined what it would be like to have her nipple in his maw. He did his best not to come back to the reality of his older brother jerking him off.

Baxter, on the other hand was having the most fun he had all week. His brother didn't even seem to mind that he pulled his underwear down just enough to let his cock escape. The sight of his brother's cock was shocking, but he couldn't do anything about it. Baxter imagined that he would be slightly smaller, but the poor opossum wasn't even a full four inches yet. He wasn't sure how much he grew after he hit puberty, but he certainly didn't remember being this tiny himself. Even while fully erect, most of his foreskin still covered the head of his shaft.

Despite Francis's unremarkable endowment, he was already flooding the room with his strong pheromone scent. It was Baxter's real draw and Francis would have no idea how much pull he had over his brother's lust for musk. Baxter slowly leaned himself into the opossum's crotch, stroking his dick all while he took deep breaths of his brother's funk. He pulled back as far as he could on Francis's foreskin, trying to get a good sniff. Francis moaned and whined all the while, not used to experiencing such things.

"Oh god, don't stop."

The younger brother's tail wrapped around Baxter's waist, holding onto him tightly as he was drawing close to his own climax. He returned the gesture, wrapping his own tail around his waist and letting the tip caress his side at the pace of his strokes. His brother suddenly took in several short breaths, his entire body shaking and his toes curling and digging deep into the carpet. Before Baxter could even try to really explore him, his was suddenly cover in a surge of cum.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" Francis yells out, not even concerned with keeping himself quiet.

Baxter watched as the first rope shot right at his muzzle just across the bridge of his muzzle. His mouth was ajar as it covered the fur on his snout, his eyes crossed as he looked at his new marking. Francis didn't even witness the perfect shot he mad as he spurted out a thick string that nailed himself right in the chin. Baxter was completely caught off guard, first from his brother's early ejactualtion but more importantly, the strength and size of his load,

Francis continued to moan out loudly as he covered himself and his brother's paw with his cum, finishing with such a spectacular show. Even after he stopped shooting, his cock still dribbled out large amounts of cum all over his own crotch and onto the couch. Baxter stared at it all hungrily, wanting to taste every last drop of his own brother's seed. That or bath in it until he reeked of his brother's scent.

"Whoops." Francis said, opening his eyes and catching the mess that he made.

The rope that caught him in his chin hung off of his fur, splattered along the bottom of his muzzle. He smiled like a wild child, looking over at his brother and noticing the cum that was wrapped around his own muzzle. His face was red, embarrassed that he had made a mess like that, but also too caught up in his afterglow to care too much. He let the cum sink into his fur and skin, not bothering to clean it up until he would absolutely have to.

Baxter rolled his eyes as his brother acted like a typical kid. He reached his paw up and wiped off the cum on his face, collecting it all on his fingertips before he brother it to his nose. So many choices, but he wasn't sure which one he wanted to go with first. He didn't know how many opportunities he would have to do things like this and he was curious about his brother's cum. He took several sniffs of it, trying to get a good flavor of it by the scent but he knew that he wouldn't be able to smell it well with the scent of his brother overpowering everything in the room.

"What're you doing?" Francis asked curiously as he watched his brother playing around with the cum between his fingers.

"You never tasted your own before?"

Francis's smile slowly melted away and was replaced with a nervous smirk. His ears folded back on his head and he squirmed in his seat.

"Isn't that what the girl's supposed to do? I mean, I've tried to lick it a couple times, but not like, you know, a lot."

Baxter snickered and put his fingers in his muzzle. His brother watched as he cleaned his whole paw off, licking all of his brother's salty sweet cum. He made sure to rotate his hand back and forth, being careful not to let anymore drip from his fingers as he cleaned himself up. The younger opossum could only watch him curiously, never having seen someone lick themselves clean like that.

"You gonna try some?"

Francis shook his head back and forth, not quite ready to take that dive into his own sexual curiosities just yet. He couldn't even tell that his brother was enjoying it, despite seeing his large cock pulse and drip pre. All he knew was Baxter liked it enough to moan as he slurped up the cum from his fur.

"You got some on your chin. Let me."

Before Francis could pull away, Baxter dipped his maw in and took several licks at his brother's chin. His lips caressed his brother's chin and muzzle as he sucked out all of the spunk hanging from his fur. He felt a shiver come from his younger brother's lower half, crawling all the way up the back of his spine to the fur on his ears. Francis knew that he was enjoying his brother's touches, but the touch of his tongue lapping at the base of his neck was enough.

"I-I gotta get cleaned up."

Francis pushed his brother's chest back, pushing his bigger muzzle away from his most sensitive areas. Baxter resisted the entire time, trying to lap up anything he could get his tongue around. He really wanted to go down on the mess he made on his chest and crotch. He couldn't get an opportunity though, as he brother used both paws to push his brother away, finally scooching further away on the couch so that they were at a safe distance from each other.

"Do-Do you need anything with yours?" He asked nervously before pointing to Baxter's erection.

Baxter could tell that he left a seed of curiosity inside of his younger brother, but he knew it would also take a bit of nurturing if he wanted this to work. As much as he wanted to pour out all of his nasty pervertedness on top of his brother, he would have to restrain himself. Just a gentle nudge here and there would already be too much for his soft brother.

"Eh, I can take care of it on my own. I like to edge for a couple days anyways."

Francis wasn't gonna argue with his brother. He stood up off the couch slowly, his dick completely soft but still dripping with his cum. It didn't hang at all, too shy to come out unless he wanted to play. Baxter stared at it, licking his teeth and lips hungrily before his brother zipped off up the stairs into his room. As soon as he heard the sound of his brother's door closing, Baxter let out a loud sigh of relief.

He knew his little game was going to be pretty risky, but he wanted to keep it going for as long as he could. He reached over to the coffee table, grabbing the yellow briefs off of the table and putting them to his face. The room already smelled like his brother, but he still was greedy for more. He took a deep thick inhale of the briefs, pushing the underwear into his nose and smearing it against his lips.

His other paw reached down and grabbed his dick from the base. He squeezed tightly, tugging himself up and down from the bottom of his shaft all the way to his glans. His thumb would tease his head each time that he brought his entire paw up. He had felt like he was on edge the entire time that he was with his brother and he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He grit his teeth together and let out a muffled moan of relief as he fired off his load.

Unlike the spectacle that was his brother's orgasm, his large cock only shot off a single string of cum onto his stomach. He coaxed his dick the best he could, tugging himself every time he felt a wave of pleasure from his oragsm. Most of his cum pooled onto his groin, glazing his pubic fur with his sticky white jizz. It didn't stay there for long though as he scooped it all up with his paw and licked himself clean.

He didn't even bother putting his boxers or clothes back on. He knew that the need for decency was far behind him as soon as he grabbed his brother's dick. Instead he turned on his side and stretched himself out on the couch. The briefs were still hanging off his muzzle but that was the only piece of clothing he had on him. Behind it was a wide smile.