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"Is that him?" Persia asked, pointing to the only red fox coming down the escalator. The tod was wearing a suit much like her own husband, with round eyeglasses. He sure looked like her husband's brother should look.

"No, no," Chester laughed. "Charlie's much taller."

While the non-Charlie rolled his large suitcase past the two foxes, Persia looked her husband over. Immaculately dressed as ever, he'd chosen to leave the suit jacket at home, sporting a more casual, button-up white shirt. He was perfect, and his job on Wall Street made him a ton of money so that Persia could focus on her writing.

Not that she'd ever managed to finish a novel. Every time she got close, she realized the fatal flaws in the story, the research, the characterization. She couldn't seem to get past that late-in-the-process block that had her instead starting something new. She could never seem to stick to her commitments, much to her would-be publisher's dismay. But Chester was sweet and kind and smart, and shared the same political views.

And he was going to be a great father. They'd already planned to have kits - in fact, she was more than a month off her pills now, waiting for her heat. Chester loved kids and he loved teaching them. Persia couldn't help but smile, and she leaned up to lick his muzzle.

"In public, darling?" he chuckled, putting an arm around his beautiful vixen. Beauty, as it so happened, was why he'd approached her in the first place. She'd been appropriately skeptical of this rich tod in a suit, asking a waitress out on a date. But she didn't want to be a waitress forever! She might have given him a shot because of his Porsche, but that wasn't why she stayed with him.

"There he is," Chester interrupted.

Persia blinked. That couldn't be right. Chester was pointing to a red fox, yes, but he was tall and fit, his sports jacket slung over his shoulder as he hopped down the stairs, eschewing the escalator all together. His shirt might have been white like Chester's, but it was completely different in every other way. Where the long-sleeves covered her husband's modest arms, Charlie's t-shirt showed off his red-and-white fur, slender but strong muscles showing off. The fabric was tight, too, gripping his chest. And with no collar, a tuft of white fur poked out at the base of his neck. A brown belt fastened his tight jeans, brown leather boots impacting each step as he hopped down faster than the escalator itself. In his left paw he held his only suitcase, a small but full carry-on that showed off his tensing biceps.

Persia gasped. "Is he part wolf?" she asked, knowing that was impossible.

"Only in his head, dear. He just got lucky with his height. Trust me, I can still beat him in ping pong."

But not wrestling, she guessed. Despite herself, she held her breath when Charlie's eyes settled on Chester and then on her. She could feel herself blushing as the large tod picked up the pace at the bottom of the steps, dropping his carry-on to the side to grab his smaller brother up in a big, bear hug. He was half-a-foot taller than Chester, and he laughed and squeezed so hard that he picked his older brother all the way off the ground.

"Good to see you, again, Squirt."

"I told you not to call me that. Yesterday," Chester groaned, letting out a big gasp of air as he recoiled from the brotherly affection.

"And this must be Persia," Charlie said, ignoring her husband's protests. For her, he held out a hand, though the vixen could tell the gesture was unusual for the outgoing fox. "Even more beautiful than Chester described."

While she gaped up at him, forgetting his hand entirely, her husband said, "I told you she was indescribably pretty, after all... Oh, hush up with that handshake nonsense. You're _both_huggers and you know it."

Normally, yes, but Persia wasn't usually hugging guys like Charlie. She couldn't really deny a hug now, after what Chester said. Timidly, she opened her arms, only for those powerful arms to wrap around her and pull her to him. He didn't lift her in the air like his brother, and he knew better than to awkwardly try to crouch to meet her height. So she found herself face first with his chest, nose buried in the sharp musk of plane travel that spread throughout his shirt. Overwhelmed, she realized just how close her arms were to Charlie's tail, and she quickly raised them to circle his back instead.

After a short but appropriate hug, the stunned vixen stepped back. Ears flat, she looked up as politely as she could at Charlie and said, "Chester's told me so much about you."

"And? Do I match his description - or am I _indescribable_too?"

She shook her head, her ears slowly perking back up. "He never said you were so...big."

There was a pause, as the two tods glanced at each other awkwardly. Had she said something wrong? Thankfully, seconds later, the two brothers were laughing uproariously, as if they were sharing an inside joke.

"Sorry, honey," Chester laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. "But that's exactly what my first college girlfriend said when she met Charlie over Spring Break."

Charlie shoved his brother in the shoulder, pushing the smaller tod several feet before he could regain his footing and readjust his collar. The large male said, "And yet somehow he keeps forgetting to mention my physique. Jealous, little brother?"

Persia laughed, knowing that Charlie was the younger of the two. "Size isn't everything," she started, before wincing and lowering her ears once again. "I didn't -"

But Chester was a good sport. While Charlie laughed again at her accidental slip up, the older brother said, "Relax, Persia, honey. We know what you meant. Now come on, our parking ticket will roll over to the next hour if we don't hurry!"

As embarrassed as Persia was about saying something that could be taken very lewdly, she had to wonder if the carpet matched the drapes. No, if the large tod was...equally large everywhere. Her ear twitched as she tried to stop thinking about Charlie's crotch as she followed along behind her husband's white-tipped tail.

"Sorry, my archery stuff is in the front seat," Chester explained, the long bows and quivers taking up the entirety of the passenger seat. "You'll have to sit in the back with Persia."

"No problem there," Charlie agreed, tossing his bag in the hatch-back and squeezing his large body into the back seat. Persia slammed her door shut behind her, her much smaller frame fitting nicely behind her husband at the wheel.

The whole trip, while Chester's eyes were on the road, chatting casually about the past and the present with his brother, Persia found herself mute, her head staring straight ahead, darting glances at Charlie. The boys seemed oblivious to her anxiety as she stole a few furtive glances now that she could look the male over without so much scrutiny. He looked almost comical crammed into the back, his knees pinned up against the seat in front of him so that his large, fluffy tail spilled down into the footwell beneath him. The bushy appendage twitched back and forth as he rambled on about his house-painting business, the taut curve of his butt clearly -

"What about you, Persj?" Charlie asked suddenly, making her snap her eyes back forward.

"Oh, uh! Yeah. I agree," she stammered weakly.

"Your job is to 'agree'?" he laughed.

"No! I mean... I'm a writer. Sorry - I mean I want to be one."

Chester turned the wheel gently to take the next exit. "I'm sure I told you that, Charlie."

Charlie scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess so," he said, looking over at his brother's wife. "I just...she isn't what I pictured a writer looking like, you know?"

She blushed again, watching in her peripheral vision as Charlie looked her up and down. She said softly, "I just clean up nice," she rumbled, humbly. That wasn't true at all, of course. She'd been naturally gifted with a slender, curvy body and a low appetite. It's not that her metabolism was fast, she just didn't get very hungry, usually. Except once a month. The rest of it was just her husband's eye for clothes, as he bought most everything she wore, coupled with a compulsion to keep her fur fluffed and clean. Besides, vixens were naturally sexy.

"BS," Charlie laughed. "I'll bet you're just as hot when you're dirty."

Chester groaned. "This isn't a bar, Char, and that's my _wife_you're talkin' to."

"It's not my fault you've got a hot wife, Squirt!"

Persia was grateful when they finally pulled into the parking garage attached to their condo. Being crammed into that tight space with Charlie was getting positively claustrophobic!

The relief she felt in her own kitchen perched on a stool beside the island, snacking lightly on potato chips was palpable. She stayed pretty quiet, watching the two brothers that barely looked related teasing and prodding each other. But when Chester got a phone call from work and said, "Oh, shit, Persj - I've gotta go in for this one. You'll make sure Charlie doesn't get into any trouble, right?"

"I -" she stammered, the thought of having to entertain the unfamiliar, handsome tod alone making her fur stand on end. "Of course, dear."

With a kiss, her wonderful but mild-mannered office fox went out the door, hopping into his modest Subaru. Chester liked to save ever since buying a home, even though she'd suggested he keep his Porsche - drive for the job you want, not the one you have, right? But he was right - better start saving to put the kids through college. Before she'd even gotten pregnant!

Charlie stood there, looking down at the seated vixen, before feeling uncomfortable. He sat on a stool two away from her, smiling. "So tell me about your writing. Oh, sorry - if that's alright," he apologized immediately.

"No, no," she said, honestly relieved. She could talk about her book without nervousness and without thinking. As long as no one was_reading_ it, anyway! An excuse to converse in a way that was not terrifying helped tremendously, and the chips provided nice breaks to wet her throat or pause to think. Charlie seemed to be a great listener, and he knew a thing or two about metaphor and allusion. She looked down at the bag, and realized she'd eaten every chip. Hadn't it been half-full?

Oh no. It wasn't just nervous chomping. She was having cravings. Now, of all times, for her to finally go into heat! Suddenly the small talk became just cover. She wasn't wearing a heat pad! Could he smell her? Had he smelled her back in the car? Her head scrambled back through all the things she'd said, trying to reanalyze them from every perspective to make sure nothing could have been construed as flirting. What you said when you were just chatting could be construed completely differently if your audience could tell that you were "free-musking" the room.

God, she thought. She'd said, "I've been a bit too hot to make real progress this last week," and when he'd raised his eyebrow, only then had she clarified the AC had been broken until yesterday. She'd said, "I didn't expect someone so physical to have such an intellectual side." Worse, she'd said, "I wish I'd married you!"

She blinked. She was so distracted trying to carry on a conversation while also analyzing the conversation that she'd literally _just_said that last one. Her ears went flat and her face beat red. "I - I - I -" she stammered.

Charlie just laughed it off. "You're making me blush," he chuckled. "Guess that modern lit class really paid off."

Persia gulped, forcing her ears up. "Ha, yeah. Sometimes Chester just doesn't get why it's so hard to artfully carry through a motif. He just wants to hammer it home, again and again." Damn it, Persia! She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and saying, "He doesn't realize a good writer has to trust her reader."

"Or maybe he just doesn't trust you," Charlie shrugged. "I mean," he grimaced, "when I was growing up he was a pretty heavy hand with his red pen, if you know what I mean."

She did. Chester was confident, but he was also often right. "Oh, I know. I've taken his red pen in spades," she emphasized.

Charlie coughed, and only then did she realize quite how that sentence sounded. "O-oops," she said, putting her hand over her muzzle.

Charlie just laughed uproariously. "Don't lie, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

She shook her head, mortified. "No! I promise," she whined, instinctively crossing her legs.

"Ha ha ha ha," he chortled. "Amazing - it's even better when they're unintentional! Chester'll love that Freudian slip."

"Please don't," she pleaded. "If he finds out, it'll come up again and again."

Chester bugged his eyes out and guffawed, "Oh my god. 'Come up'? Isn't that what you want in a healthy marriage?"

Persia's face fell at the teasing, her discomfort boiling like acid in her body. She felt like she'd swallowed her tongue, her tail was between her legs, as if that could stem the scent that was starting to pour out of her. She had to get out, and get out now."I didn't - that's..." she whimpered, and bolted for the nearest room. It was her husband's office. She fled her husband's younger brother and slammed the door closed, leaving the large red fox sputtering in confusion on the kitchen stool. Before he even stood up, the panting vixen had flipped the lock on the door and was gasping for air, her heart pounding.

There was a pause, and then a much meeker Charlie's voice came wafting through the door. "Persia? I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was -"

"No, no, it's okay," she begged through the door, wanting more than anything for him to drop it and pretend it never ever happened.

"It's obviously not okay," he said firmly. "I'm just so used to teasing Chester I guess I forgot you're not him, you're just married to him."

The vixen shivered on the other side of the door. She looked around the room, realizing quickly that her husband wasn't likely to keep any heat pads in his office. At least she wasn't stinking up the same room as Charlie anymore. Thank God he hadn't seemed to notice! "I - I just got overwhelmed," she explained. "It's not your fault, really. I just don't have a lot of guy friends, you know? And Ben from the coffee shop isn't exactly..." she trailed off. She couldn't finish this sentence, because the only word she could think of was "hot". She bit her lip, frantically searching for a way out.

Charlie said, "Isn't a fox?"

"Yeah," she exhaled loudly. That worked on both fronts; Ben was a Pug - he wasn't literally or figuratively foxy. "It's just different."

"I get it. Well, no hurry. I've gotta hit the shower and charge my devices, you know. Which room am I in?"

"Upstairs, second on the right," she panted, her nails digging into the door. Her ear twisted as she followed him moving away, crossing the kitchen, his heavy feet pounding upstairs. Only when her sharp ears literally couldn't pick him up anymore did she sigh heavily and relax, her tail drooping behind her.

She'd ask what had gotten into her, but she already knew. That was quite evidence from the growing itchiness between her legs. No doubt about it - she was in heat. Great, blasted timing! Her heat pads were in the closet through her bedroom, and she wasn't about to risk wandering around upstairs while Charlie was possibly getting ready for a shower! Huffing, she looked around the room again, frustrated.

"Alright - let's see the damage," she groaned. Biting her lip, she lowered her shorts. Oh no, she thought, touching her panties to find them already wet. Surprised, she saw that it wasn't blood, though. Squeezing her eyes open, she looked at the progression of her heat, and -

Fuck.

She hadn't been paying attention, because she was a lot further along that she'd thought! While normally her spade would barely peek out from beneath the soft, white fur, today it was positively throbbing, pink, swollen, and sensitive to the touch. She traced the folds with her fingers, shivering as her tickled the pointed tip of her vulva. Contrary to popular belief, canines actually got _tighter_while in heat, since her entire, turgid spade got bigger, including the tunnel itself.

"Fuck - why now?" Persia asked herself breathlessly. She'd have to take care of this intense need now if she was going to have any semblance of normal personality talking with Charlie until her husband finally got home. But she was terrible at doing it. That's why she had a husband, after all! Growling, she sat at the edge of Chester's office chair, her tail and butt dangling off the edge.

Taking a deep breath, she went to town on herself, prying her sticky folds apart with two, tongue-slicked fingers. The relief was intense, but only fleeting. As soon as she pulled her drenched fingers out, she was back to soft whining. It felt good, but so impersonal. Closing her eyes, she imagined Chester lying on his back, staring up at her as she lowered herself onto his stiff, red cock, but her fingers were no substitute for that. Even imagining him breeding her wasn't doing it!

The couch. She flung herself onto her back on the couch, imagining Chester bearing down on her. But when they actually did it this way, her arms were around his back, not reaching awkwardly down to her poke her pussy like it was some sort of pink, fleshy xenomorph. Whining, she grabbed two of the couch pillows. They were washable, after all? She straddled one pillow, and wrapped her arms around the other, and soon she was bucking her hips and grinding her cunny back and forth against the soft cloth. She put her hand in her mouth to keep from screaming.

This felt better, but it was never going to work. Persia knew from experience. But she still had to try, humping the fuck out of the poor pillow until her juices dribbled down its surface. Ultimately, she was left panting and hopeless on the couch, no better off than when she'd started, but with a much, much smellier office.

Putting her undergarments back on, she realized the shower was running upstairs, and rushed out of the office, closing it behind her. She just had to get to her room and the heatpads. She froze when she reached the top step, however - the bathroom door was open, despite the water cascading down to play the drums on the white, tub floor. Was he in there? Was he running back and forth from his room, looking for a towel? Creeping forward with both ears perked up, she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him inside the bathroom, humming to himself as he worked up a lather.

Why leave the door open? Persia didn't know. She breathed a sigh of relief, glancing into the white tile bathroom at the translucent shower curtain, only to realize that she could see Charlie's silhouette. Blurry, and indistinct, but even so she could tell just how much, just...larger he was than her husband. And no, not like that...

Until she did catch just such a glimpse. She froze as the silhouette, even at the sharp angle she was peeking through, started to wash his...um...crotch. She couldn't look away, even as she realized just how wrong it was to be trying to check on her husband's brother's dick without him even knowing! But he was standing sideways and running the loofa over and around himself, and between applications, she could see him.

Not just his sheath. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized he was out and proud, washing every inch of himself. And they were right, you know, about guys with big feet. She could barely make his equipment out through the dull light that passed through the shower curtain, but she could still quite easily gauge his length. She closed her eyes and just imagined that monster tool in front of her.

What am I doing!? she realized suddenly. She'd let her heat get a hold of her again. Clenching her eyes shut, she stumbled through the hallway until she arrived at her bedroom, quickly closing the door behind her.

They didn't have a shower, but they did have a sink, so Persia took off her dirty, smelly clothes and hiked herself up into the sink, washing her rump as best she could. This is so embarrassing, she thought, tail drooping. And though she scrubbed her pussy until it was pristine, she knew it was only a matter of time before her strong, vulpine musk started up again. Thank god she still had a few scent pads! She strapped them up and chose a long enough skirt that she could still move her legs freely despite the diaper without anyone casually noticing. Exhaling loudly, she prettied herself up in the mirror and left the room, only to see Charlie, wearing only a towel, striding to his room, his tail wagging.

"That's better," he said, noticing her door open. "I hate the smell I get travelling. You look nice," he added, noticing her new outfit.

Persia gulped, locking her eyes up at Charlie's face, instead of his very visible, very muscular chest. "I thought I'd, um, change into something nice for dinner."

"Oh, are you guys planning something nice? Are we going out?"

She blinked, blankly. "I actually, um...don't know? Let me text Chester and see what's up."

Her husband was already on the way home with Hot'n'Ready greasy pizzas, making her effort to dress up seem more than a little ridiculous. At least the extreme awkwardness finally faded, letting her fade once more into the background while the brothers teased each other, safe in the knowledge that her feminine secret was now hidden.

"Um, darling - could you come in here for a moment?" Chester called later, from his office. Charlie was tapping on his phone in the living room, so Persia hopped up and joined her husband in the office.

Immediately she knew what was up, because her nose picked up the undeniable scent she'd marked all over the room. "Oh, uh..." she whined softly.

Chester said, "You're finally in heat?"

"Sorry..."

"Sorry? This is great news. We've been waiting for this!"

"But...with Charlie," she explained, gesturing through the closed door to his younger brother.

"Oh, shit...you're right," Chester realized, ears drooping. "We can't do it while he's home." He looked meaningfully at Persia, who blushed. She was a bit of a screamer...

Chester said, "I tell you what - first excuse I get to send my brother on his merry little way - baseball game maybe? We'll set aside some time and take care of you. I'll look for something that'll give us plenty of time..."

So romantic. Persia smiled, though, and said, "Tomorrow? Please? I don't know how we're going to manage, tonight."

Chester gulped. "You're right. No amount of padding is going to keep me off of you. Maybe I could ask Charlie to stay in a hotel for the night?"

Persia pushed herself up against her husband, thrilling as she ran her paws up his body. "No - I don't want to put him out. He's our guest. Let's just...spend one night apart. I'll sleep on the couch and..."

Chester kissed his glowing wife on the lips and shook his head. "No, you get the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch. Then, tomorrow, I'll take some time off work and send Charlie on his way, and we can finally make that baby you've been wanting." That was a joke, and she licked his face. He always talked about how excited he was to become a father - to take part in the creation of a new and beautiful little life.

"My hero," the curvy vixen purred. "Let me get the couch set up."

She put a sheet around the couch cushions in Chester's office, plumping up his favorite pillow from the bedroom - which, ironically, was her pillow. She managed to fit the sheet fairly well to the unusual circumstances. The office, set apart from the rest of the house, was discreet, so Charlie had no idea that his brother would be sleeping on the couch. The last thing she wanted to do was explain why, and if he asked and she said nothing, he'd assume there was trouble in paradise. It was only after Charlie had retired to his room that the loving couple enacted their plan. She kissed him again and said, "Tomorrow, right? Did you find a good distraction for your lunk of a brother?"

Chester said, "Not yet, but I've got a few leads. Believe me, I'm on it." He kissed her again, tilting his head to share his wide, pink tongue.

Persia smiled and said, "I'll miss you - I just hope I can get some sleep, tonight."

As she turned around, the eager young tod said, "Oh, shoot! I forgot that Charlie needs a firm pillow! He'll never say anything, but the guy can't sleep in hotels because the pillows are too big and fluffy." Looking around, he quickly grabbed a couch pillow and handed it to Persia. "Give this to him - I promise he'll still be awake."

Persia perked her ears up. The way the brothers teased each other, she hadn't really seen the real affection and care they had for each other. It was obvious that Chester knew Charlie very well, and still protected him like a big brother should, even if he was a little smaller.

She was still musing about what a wonderful guy she'd married when she reached Charlie's bedroom. Sure enough the light was on. She knocked.

He answered the door. "Oh," he said, clearly expecting Chester. He was wearing only pajama pants, his white chest fully out and available for all to see, rippling musculature and all. She stammered there, frozen, ears flat. "Oh! He remembered! Thanks for this, Persj."

She watched him take the pillow from her hands as if floating outside of her own body. She might be masking her heat fairly well with her undergarment, but the hormones were still running through her body, and every strand of fur was tingled on end as she looked at Charlie. She'd just been with her husband, warmly loving him and planning her life together, but when she looked at this absolute unit of a tod, a different batch of hormones flooded her young body. The vixen in her wanted her to turn around, lean against the wall, and lift her tail for the powerful, musky male. Instead, she just gaped at him.

"I-i-it's nothing," she said softly.

Laughing, Charlie smiled at the goofy vixen who was always so awkward around him, and said, "It's just the right type of pillow. Did you pick it out just for me?"

She caught her breath, looking up at his smile, and all she could manage to do was nod blankly.

"Thanks, again. Night, Persia."

"...Night," she said, finally, but only after he'd already closed the door on the overwhelmed vixen. Shivering, she took the first step down the hall to the master bedroom and then froze. Wait a minute - that was one of the couch pillows.

She froze even harder, eyes wide. Which one? WHICH ONE? She had spent a significant portion of the afternoon with one of those pillows in her arms, and the other...well...

Her nose had already adjusted to her musk from being in the office. Was the pillow she'd handed him the one that... She'd humped and moaned, and rubbed her heat-swollen pussy all over one of those pillows, and she'd just given one at random to her husband's brother and told him she'd picked it out specifically for_him!_ If she'd picked the wrong one, what could he possibly think?

How long before he realized it was drenched in her lust-soaked pheromones? Even the slightly better pillow would absolutely reek of vixen in heat. Oh fuck, oh fuck! He was going to think she was coming onto him! In his brother's house! She didn't dare try to brave facing the muscular tod again. Biting her lip, she realized she just had to ride it out and pretend it never happened. She was overthinking it, wasn't she?

FUCK!

And then, her bed was so empty. Without Chester, she had the whole Queen-sized to herself, but she found herself on her side anyway, hugging her husband's pillow. She couldn't get the dreadful faux pas out of her head. Her cum-soaked pillow, handed straight to the brother of her husband - proof that not only was she in heat, but she wanted him to know it. Intimately.

Her fat little spade was itching against the white fabric of her heatpad, and finally she tossed off her covers and ripped it off, panting. Was the room also hot? Or was it just her? She gripped the sheets in her fingers, willing herself not to head downstairs and ambush her husband. The office was far enough away that her screams wouldn't wake Charlie, right?

Frustrated, she reached for the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and fumbling around in the dark. Sleeping pills. Now. Anything to get her out of this funk until her husband could properly rut her the next day. Hard plastic, interspersed with bubbles that she had to pop out one by one. So frustrating! Carefully, the half-asleep, half-horny vixen managed to plop 3 of the last four pills onto the nightstand beside her. It was three times the standard dose, but she needed a miracle!

It's a damn good thing she turned on the light before downing them. She remembered immediately upon seeing them - those were her birth control pills! Pretty much the worst time to risk taking those, when she wanted a baby in her by the end of the next day. Shaking her head, the frantic fox reached in and found the extra strength sleeping pills - individually wrapped with little perforated edges.

How could she have mistaken them? She wasn't thinking straight, and it was showing! Which is probably why she thought it was a good idea to pop out four whole doses, tearing each square off and then groaning as she popped each capsule onto the nightstand beside her birth control.

She might have taken them, too, except when she grabbed for the pills themselves, her hand sweeped all the pills up into her palm, four for sleep, and three for birth control. Growling, she clenched her paw shut around the medicine, her entire body resisting her control. She was a wreck, emotionally, physically, and above all, _hormonally._She tossed the pills across the room, and they bounced off the wall to fall among their slippers.

No, I can't sleep. Not until I take care of myself! she realized. She'd masturbated to completion before, but it was so_hard for her. But there was no other choice. She could take the whole pack of sleeping pills but she wasn't going to get a lick of rest until she settled that burning in her loins. Gritting her teeth, Persia lay on her back on the bed, regulating her breathing, trying to psyche herself up for the challenge. _You can do_this!_

She couldn't.

She tried everything, and she was slicker than ever down there. Her fingers dived into her and stretched her out and slipped in and out, all while she pictured her husband licking away. Chester was an expert cunnilinguist, and he enjoyed nothing more than spreading her legs and making her moan, in and out of heat. His tongue felt _so_good that her fingers meant nothing to her. She rubbed and squeezed and flicked the little nub inside her, but it was always too much or too little, bringing her out of the feeling as she tried so hard. She never had to try with Chester - she could just let go.

Panting and sweating on her damp sheets, Persia whined. She'd fully stunk up the place in all her efforts, but had made no progress. Until she heard the bathroom flush.

That would be Charlie. She froze, realizing she hadn't locked the bedroom door. Why would she? What if he investigated? What if her scent were leaking alluringly through the crack at the floor? Did he know she was all alone, and her husband was downstairs? What if he confronted her about the pillow?

"How dare you come on to me, slut?" he might ask.

No, that doesn't sound like Charlie.

"I got your message..." he might huff.

Persia flattened her ears, and her fingers returned to her damp spade. "No, I -" she whispered as quietly as she could.

"Don't lie. You need me, and you know it..." he would say, his broad shoulders rippling as he approached the bed. His pajama pants showing perfect evidence of the silhouette she'd spied in the bathroom.

"But Charlie! My husband - your brother...!" she yiffed, pumping her hips. It was working - finally, it was working!

Charlie probably would shake his head. "I don't see him here, do you? He neglected you, but I'll make up for it."

"Charlie, no!" she groaned, clapping a paw to her mouth. That was louder than she'd wanted.

Frozen, her ears perked up. She heard soft footsteps down the hall. No - he'd heard!? She froze, hushing up. The light popped on in the hallway, and she heard his voice, for real this time.

"Chester? Persj? You still up?"

If she just stayed still he'd go away. He'd -

Squeaaaak. The door opened a crack, and light began to spill in a crisp wall across the floor until it bent and snaked up the side of the bed, illuminating her. Persia went limp. She should have grabbed for the sheets, or something! She was lying naked on her back, her legs fairly spread apart, her bare, bouncing pussy glistening in the reflection of the light! She was mortified. She'd never live this down. She felt like a possum, dead in her bed, praying he would back off.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" he gasped, and the door closed, but only partially, before it opened wider. He took a deep breath, and whispered, "She's asleep," in clear relief. "And no Chester?"

She kept her eyes clenched shut, freaking out. She was splayed out naked, but the young tod actually stepped inside her pheromone soaked bedroom! She could hear him breathing, but not moving or talking. He was just taking it all in. Staring at my naked body, she realized.

He walked quietly closer, each heavy step of his massive frame depressing the soft carpet. This was completely inappropriate, but what could she do to stop him, without being completely mortified? "Persia, are you okay?" he asked softly, now only a few feet away.

She dare not stir now. What if he asked her about the pillow she'd given him? Maybe he was hoping for a secret booty call, the disgusting male! She pretended to snore, praying he would go away.

She heard the rustling of plastic. "Sleeping pills...lots," he said quietly to himself. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" She felt him lean down and she was afraid of what he might do. She was startled, but managed to bite back her surprise, when the large tod shook her gently, then less gently by the shoulders, her head rolling around. "Persia, wake up!" he said louder, in her ear. She heard him loud and clear, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Out cold," he narrated softly, sitting at the edge of the bed next to her. "Damn, you're beautiful," he said in a hush.

But he wasn't leaving. He sat at the edge of the bed, breathing, and then he ran his fingers through her red hair. "What's Chester done now, to have him sleeping on the couch while you're in heat? If I were him, I'd never agree to that. No wonder you gave me that pillow."

So he had gotten the smelly one! Shit shit shit! She lay there, as limp as she could, despite the desire to cover her bare breasts and tuck her fluffy tail. He ran a paw down her neck and through the fluff on her chest, sniffing gently. "You're drenched in sweat, Persia. You need release - I can smell it."

It was her worst nightmare come true. Now was the moment - wake up, tell him off, storm down to the office and tell Chester everything while they fucked. She bit her lip, holding her breath. This was wholly uncalled for, but now she knew what Charlie would do if he thought he could get away with it! She shivered as his paw slipped down and cupped her breast, arching her back. She should tell him off now!

She whimpered softly, and Charlie asked, "Persia, you awake?"

Try as she might, she couldn't overcome her terror of confrontation, her brain fixated on the idea that if she just kept her mouth shut, he'd go away and they could both pretend this never ever happened. But Charlie had different plans, because he leaned over her now and cupped both her breasts, gently squeezing them together.

She shivered, but stayed limp, which only seemed to embolden the powerful fox. He squeezed and twirled them now, and Persia almost yelped when she felt his nose snuffling through the white fur on her breast, searching until he found her lightly hidden areola. Before she could stop him, he'd licked, the warm tongue coating and caressing her pert nipple. First one, then the other, Charlie's vocal chords rumbling appreciatively as what he thought was a sleeping vixen groaned softly. "Not so shy when you're asleep, are you?" he joked, sliding that long, red tongue up between her breasts, his thumbs curled over to gently rub her nipples.

Oh God, she thought, arching her back and holding back a whimper. Despite her movement and noises, he kept at it, confident that she was knocked out by those sleeping pills hidden on the floor. If this wasn't enough to wake her out of it, what could?_She was so small in his grasp, the large tod leaning over her and playing with her large tits, endlessly licking the entire line of her cleavage. But when he slid that sensational tongue to the right, curled it around her areola, and then _nibbled, she almost yelped.

She managed to stifle it, just barely, exaggeratedly rolling her head so that he might realize that she was in danger of waking up and he'd better stop now and book it out of her bedroom before she 'woke up' and saw what he was doing!

Instead, he nibbled again, and said, "She's really passed out!" At least after a few more seconds of slurping at her breast, he added, "What the fuck am I doing?"

Persia exhaled in relief. He was going to stop!

But the fantastic fox said, "She may be asleep, but she needs_it. And she _wants it, too, judging by that pillow." He was talking himself into it! "If Chester won't do his duty, I'll have to!"

He was moving again, but even as much as she wanted it, she didn't believe he was leaving. Now - now she could wake up, and it would be less awkward. This was her moment. She opened her eyes and...

He was crouched at the edge of the bed, a hand on each of her thighs, though he barely needed to spread her apart. As if she didn't know already, her sight confirmed it - this wasn't a trick by Chester - his huge younger brother was sniffing her wet, swollen crotch, his chest squishing her tail down the edge of the bed. Too late, she realized. Squeezing her eyes shut, Persia went limp again, her mind racing.

"Mmmnff!" she groaned, the inquisitive tod reaching his thumbs out to take each edge of her puffy pussy and spread her open. She felt his cold, wet nose against the very tip of her spade, and he took a huge whiff straight from the source. She could hear him licking his lips before saying, "The bed is just soaked. God she's so hot and wet."

He stretched her out and pushed his fingers in, feeling the way her tight tunnel gripped his firm digits, slicking his paw in viscous juice. Breathily, he huffed, "Don't worry, Persj - if he won't make you cum, I will."

The frightened vixen heard him moving and shuffling again, and she waited with curled toes to see if the younger brother were as skilled with that tongue as her devoted husband was. No, that's not what I should be thinking! she realized. Her heart was pounding and she was whuffling through her nose to get enough air, waiting for the first, devastating lick.

Crinkle, crinkle.

What was that? She perked an ear, but couldn't figure out what he was doing. She was still piecing it together when she felt him poke her pussy again, his thumb feeling a bit different this time. Smooth, and...

Wait - that's not his thumb! she realized at the last possible second. He'd put on a condom! He'd said he was going to make her cum, but he had neglected to say how! She only had a fraction of a second to react, her husband's younger brother just seconds away from raping her while she slept! Well, maybe not in his mind - after all, he thought she'd given him the pillow as an open invitation.

Humiliation be damned, this was the time to act. She gripped the bedsheets and readied her muscles to resist the alluring tod, and was about to scream when she heard him say one last thing. "Sorry I'm not some cooch-smoocher like Chester, but I'll definitely smash that fish factory for you!"

Later, she'd ponder what other combinations of words would have similarly confused her and caused her to spend so much time processing that all thoughts of resistance rattled around in her brain. She'd been about to cry out to stop him before the confusion - now, all she could remember was to stay quiet. She bit her lip, even as her husband's brother lifted her limp legs over his shoulders and he grabbed her around her slender abdomen. Persia shivered, her tail pinned against the foot of bed by her own accord now. This was really happening, she realized at the last second.

He held her in place with his strong hands as he fed himself slowly into her tight, vulpine spade. She trembled as her puffy mound spread wetly apart, greasing the slick surface of his condom while he_wedged_ his way inside. She clenched her eyes shut and groaned until his pointy tip started to widen, spreading her apart like her husband never had. Charlie was huge. Despite herself, she couldn't hold back and gave away the game with a high-pitched squeal.

"No, no, no," he cooed softly, holding himself just inside her clenching cunny. "Don't you fucking wake up now."

Persia settled down as best she could, wondering how her pounding heart and panting breath hadn't made the tod realize she _had_to be awake. She'd just squealed for God's sake!

"That's right," he whispered again. "It's just a really,really good dream. Fffuck, she's tight!"

While Charlie worried about whether he could actually get away with this, Persia was working through a series of mortifying realizations. She was now full-on fucking her husband's brother, whom she'd just met, and it was her own damn fault! She replayed the events in her mind, her masturbating to Charlie so loudly that he heard her and came to investigate. She played she was asleep and then that she was knocked out by sleeping pills - theoretically hoping he would go away, but giving Charlie all the excuse he needed to look her over. And then, she'd stayed put and played along, even as the handsome male licked and fondled her, sniffed and fingered her, and even rubbered up and popped her legs over his shoulders.

Sure she could blame Charlie somewhat for taking advantage of a clearly needy, 'sleeping' bitch, but everything she'd done had accelerated this moment where she was biting her lip to muffle her moans, Charlie's oversized cock stuffing her trembling, heat-swollen pussy. Every second she lay back, her feet dangling in the air, feigning sleep while he claimed every inch of her straining, adulterous cunt, was another second of betrayal of her loving husband.

The only part of her that didn't seem to mind at all, and wasn't bothering to pretend to be unconscious, was her heat-primed rump, her tail standing rigidly to the side, legs parting noticeably for the massive tod. Either he didn't notice, or he figured it was reflexive, Charlie huffing as he finally squeezed all the way into her until his balls quivered up against her clenching tailhole.

Now his rough hands slid from her ribcage up to grab her limb breasts again, completely unapologetic for what he was doing to his brother's wife. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asked, panting - probably a line he'd used before. This time, though, he had to pause, manipulating her breast like he was playing a flight simulator. "Or you would - if you were awake. God, you aren't even going to remember this in the morning!"

She had to bite her lip, the urge to cry out rising as his fat cock grinded against her primed-and-ready womb. Little did he know what she'd remember!

But instead of backing off, he said, "Fuck, that's so hot! You'll wake up strangely satisfied and a little sore, and no one'll ever know..." He was pumping harder now, a soft growl rising in his throat as he got closer. Persia held her breath to keep from squeaking, his knot clearly swelling up inside her. The thick bulge was already rubbing up against her clit - the only way she ever got off other than Chester's prodigious tongue. She felt her vulva stretching out, clenching, molding to his bulging outline. She was about to share the most intimate feeling any vixen could share with a tod - and it was her husband's brother!

She was huffing now, overwhelmed, but even that didn't make Charlie realize that she must be awake. Her hips bucked up against him, ready to tie, ready to cum, ready to scream...

When he pulled out.

She knew she should be relieved. He'd had a change of heart at the last second. He'd come to his senses. He balanced on all fours above his brother's 'unconcious' wife, staring down at her sweaty, quivering body. Instead, she felt intense frustration, her pussy clenching open air and throbbing between her legs, empty, emptier than she'd ever felt before. Heck, now when she fucked Chester, she'd feel empty while he was inside her compared to Charlie's monstrous fox cock. He couldn't leave her hanging like this, with blue balls - or clit or whatever.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie said, "Why not? She's obviously on birth control." Huh? Why would - oh, no, the pill wrapper on the bedstand! She froze, and she didn't need to just guess what he was doing. She could hear him tug the condom off his glistening cock and toss it to the side. He couldn't see or didn't care that the used rubber landed in her open palm, a slight swelling from his pre-cum warm and wet on her pad. "Might as well do it proper," the young male murred, taking up his position between her spread legs once more.

Now it was serious. Charlie had no idea his brother and she had been getting ready to conceive. He had no idea she was well into her heat, and there was nothing protecting her from a warm filling of fox fluid. She whimpered softly, eyes clenched as the huge, handsome tod lined his bare, pointy tip up to her soft, dripping spade, his white-tipped dick smearing baby batter across her trembling, pink flesh. He was just taking advantage of stroke of great luck - a bitch in heat who couldn't say 'no'. If he knew the danger, would he stop?

She wondered.

"Charlie, stop!" she yelped, holding her hands up against his chest. "I'm not asleep!" He jumped, started, and said, "Persia, what the fuck!" But she'd done her due diligence, as non-confrontational as she wanted to be. She couldn't just lay back and let her brother-in-law go to town on her defenseless womb, pumping her full of a litter of adulterous kits.

Could she? She kept her mouth shut, letting the big fox ease his way back into her cum-slicked chasm, whimpering softly as he drilled her into the sweaty bedsheets, his huge cock sending shockwaves through her small body. He'd never know, and Chester would assume the kits were his, and why wouldn't they be? She could just lay back and give the impressive tod everything he wanted, breeding hot and heavy in his brother's bed.

Neither seemed right. She couldn't decide what to do, and so she did what Persia always did when faced with a dilemma.

Nothing.

Which was almost indistinguishable from the second choice. She said absolutely nothing as Charlie lined himself up with her quivering pussy, and she just bit her lip and whimpered softly as the powerful tod slid back into her gaping vulva, spreading her wide and easy. The lack of a condom was immediately evident, the extra warmth and wetness squeezing down her tight tunnel, and she knew well that she was staring down the barrel of a loaded shaft, aimed straight at her open, defenseless womb.

"Nnnghh," Charlie gasped, "I can't believe I'm _doing_this!" His disbelief wasn't hesitence, as he thoroughly plowed her clenching cunny, back and forth, working himself deeper and deeper until his half-swollen knot pressed neatly against her aching vulva. Persia realized that even half-full, there was no way he was going to tie her again - he was so much larger than Chester! His fat cock still squeezed wetly against her clit, driving the young housewife to muffled moans. Maybe...maybe she could lay back, limply, and let him cream her heat-primed passage. Without the tie, he'd make a mess of her sheets, but most of his load would miss her inviting chamber.

A coin flip that he'd claim his unrightful place in her belly. She could wash herself out in the morning after he left, and no one would be the wiser! Taking a deep breath, Persia bit her lip and otherwise dedicated herself to staying perfectly limp in the powerful tod's grasp. He pumped his hips forward and back, strong hands tugging her down onto his massive shaft, the vixen like a ragdoll beneath Charlie.

But she couldn't keep it up. The way his dick squished her clit, the young housewife was starting to tremble and cry out, her hips starting to buck again of their own accord. It was all she could do to keep her muzzle shut, and she gripped the sheets to either side until her knuckles were white, praying he wouldn't notice. Her legs, which had been over his shoulders, were pushed down around his midsection, and Persia couldn't help it - she squeezed her thighs around his muscular abdomen.

At least Charlie was still in the dark. "God, the dreams she must be having - she's really milking me!" Leaning forward, he slammed her hard and then harder, his knot smashing her aching vulva with loud, wet splaps! Her nose was drenched in his sweaty musk, the entire room wafting with her heat. She whimpered as softly as she could, holding her breath, but the sensations were overtaking her. She was really going to let him take a full, clear shot at her womb! Just so she wouldn't have to confront him? Or was she really looking forward to it?

One part of her clearly was, her tail wagging as she humped harder, meeting each stroke and clenching down to hold him deep. Try as he might, his knot stayed just outside, and Persia couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed. Again and again his grinded his pointed, red tip against her cervix, and when he started panting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." she knew it wouldn't be long.

She bit her tongue, trying not to cum. The first stroke fell, sending a wave of pleasure through her, but she said nothing. The second stroke had her yipping into her closed mouth. Then she whined, her lips open. Then she yelped, and shrieked, and shuddered, her loins exploding in wet, fervent heat as she came. "Nnnnngggh!" she wailed, her spade suckling him like a needy kit.

"Gahhhh!" Charlie grunted, a thick, wet rope of cum launching full speed straight into her defenseless pussy.

"Gooooooood!" she wailed, ears flat as she orgasmed for the first time that night, harder than she ever had before. Charlie, frantic to stop her loud exultations, reached down to grab her muzzle tightly in his hand, but not before she managed to squeak out at least half of "Charlie!"

Uh oh. Did he notice?

She couldn't tell, hopeful because her accidental name drop didn't stop the randy tod from slamming into her and squirting again and again into her diminutive, squirming body, using like she was the warmest, tightest sex doll in the world. With his hand clamped over her mouth, her squeals were softer and wordless, even as she came buckets around his bare, throbbing cock. He knew not to make a mess, staying hilted inside her as he dumped his nuts in his brother's wife, though that made the lack of a tie somewhat superfluous. Only a small amount bubbled out her trembling vulva, the rest draining straight into her womb.

She was wheezing through her nose now, her body slowing its quivers as the wave of intense pleasure finally faded through the meek little vixen. Snuffling for air, Persia finally let herself go limp again, despite the firm grip on her muzzle that was definitely going to leave a bruise. With a few more grunts, Charlie squeezed out the last, and pulled firmly out of her, leaving her a sweaty lump on the bed beneath him, his hand removed from her mouth.

"You're awake, aren't you?" he asked pointedly.

Persia froze, clearly stiffening at the accusation.

Well, fuck.