More Than a Sip
#1 of Candid encounters
[Second story in a day, whoa. Crazyness. Anyways, as usualy enjoy the story and feel free to leave comments on whatever your like. Depending on how much... attention this gets I might do a sequal. I will probably end up redoing and making this one longer though.]
Maxwell sat at his computer, intently playing his game. Making faces of pain, biting his lip, and all the other things someone does when no one is looking. The whizzes and booms from his speakers submerging him in it enough that he didn't hear his brother come into the room.
The wolf crept into his brother's room, sneaking up on him wasn't usually all that hard, especially when he was so deeply invested in doing whatever was on his screen. Seizing hold of the moment he continued to creep across the bedroom, making sure not to step on anything that was laying around. Once he was near Maxwell (who still hadn't noticed) he moved his mouth over to the wolf's ear and whispered, "Don't die."
Maxwell, practically fell out of his desk chair, being brought back to reality in such a short time was never a fun experience. Maxwell flinched, causing his fingers to hit the wrong keys, which subsequently lead to the death of his character. This in turn caused the screen to display a beautifully gruesome depiction of dismemberment.
"Dammit Mitch!" yelled Maxwell at his brother who was currently having conniptions on the floor at the brother's reaction to his surprise. He yipped and laughed, gripping at his midsection for a good minute before gaining enough oxygen to regain control of his muscles.
"Ohh, that was a good one," Stated Mitch, getting up and wiping a fake tear from his eye "you should have seen your face," still wiping the tears out of his eyes, Mitch began to lean onto his brother's shoulder.
Maxwell swivled in his chair and pushed his brother away, shoving him towards the ajar door "You should see your face once I beat the crap out of you for not getting out of my room." He said with an annoyed glare.
"Alright, alright." Said Mitch backing-up towards the door hands raised towards the sky. Putting on his best I-didn't-do-it-look as he went through the doorway. Maxwell let out a sigh and shook his head once his brother was out of view. He turned back to his computer, pulling the chair back into a computer facing position he began to sit down and restart his game.
However, unbeknown to himself, Mitch wasn't finished with his tormenting. Mitch crept back into Maxwell's room and swiped the glass of milk off of Maxwell's desk.
"Hey!" exclaimed Maxwell, turning in his chair to see what his brother had just taken off his desk. His eyes went wide when he saw what his brother was doing. By then it was too late and Mitch had already raised the glass to his lips. All Maxwell could do was stare in horror as he watched the slow moving liquid reach Mitch's mouth.
Mitch threw back the glass ready to drain it of it's contents within seconds, but no sooner had the white liquid entered his mouth before he knew something was wrong. The fluid entered Mitch's mouth in a large glob causing him to have to swallow it, but what he swallowed wasn't milk. It was too thick. Mitch's eyes widened in surprise, he removed the glass from his mouth and gave a large gulp swallowing what was left of the slightly bitter, slick fluid.
"What the hell is this!? Is this your jizz?" asked Mitch. Maxwell barely nodded to the rhtorical question. "Shit, that's a full glass of it! You came that much?" Maxwell was rather confused now. His brother didn't seem as angry as much as he was curious and all he could do was simply stare.
Not entirely sure how to respond Maxwell nodded his head again, slightly afraid of the consequences. If Maxwell hadnt been so confused he would have found it slightly comical at how the strands of cum seemed to keep his brother's lips almost sealed.
As if Max could have been any more shocked Mitch tilted the glass back again, throwing his head back as the viscous fluid empitied into his maw. Maxwell could hear every thick gulp as it went down his older brothers throat. He shivered, almost feeling the still warm cream ooze over his tongue and down his throat as he watched. Eyes wider as his brother dragged his tongue along the edge of the glass, slurping up the cum that hadnt made it into his maw and pulling his tongue back with a audible murr.
He set the glass back down on the desk and Max took a sharp breath, his spit caught in his throat like a thick wad of cum. All he could do was watch, mouth slightly agape as his brother licked his lips. "Good shit," He gasped out, as if having parched his thirst.
Mitch turned around and padded out of Maxwell's room, tail swaying slightly and looking like nothing had happened. Leaving the stunned wolf, staring at the now empty glass once full of cream. His thoughts were inturrupted when his computer announced a message from his friend he was playing the game with.
"Blaster: Dude, you still there? Brother catch you with your pants down again or something?lol"