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This one came out a little bit longer than expected, hence the delay.

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Warning: The following story contains descriptions of an adult nature. Those under the age of 18 should not read this story, for fear of how it might affect your fragile little mind. Yes, I am patronising you but you know who you are so leave now, I'm not joking. This story contains incest and should more than likely be avoided by people who dislike such things that come under that title. I cannot be held accountable for your actions beyond this point.

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Mark threw himself onto his side, making his bed shift and wobble beneath him. It was too hot and uncomfortable under the covers, so he decided to slide them down his furry fox body and flipped it off to the side leaving him with only a pair of boxers for warmth. He thought briefly about crawling underneath his bed and breaking out the porn, but he wasn't in the mood for that at this hour. He scratched his head fur feeling the sudden erg to itch. An ear flicked in the direction of the window as he heard some strange night noise.

He stared blankly from a moment at his digital clock on the sideboard and sighed. It was gone one O'clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep a wink. He wanted to sleep and just get this horrid restless night over with and start the day. He didn't feel tired, yet he knew he was really. He was too busy working the same things over and over in his mind. 'Charlie is coming home soon. I wonder what he'll be like? I hope he hasn't changed much.'' He shook his head from side to side violently, hoping to shift his thoughts and maybe bring about some peace. He hated nights like this, long, sleepless and relatively pointless.

He shifted himself again so he was lying on his back. He placed his paws behind his head and rested on them. He stared up at the blackened ceiling and willed himself to sleep. He closed his eyes tightly and tried his absolute to drift off, but nothing seemed to be working. He made a long deep sigh as he reopened his eyes. The ceiling was still black and he was still awake.

He shivered as a light breeze blew in through his ajar window. He pulled the covers back over his rattling body and then brought it up to his chin. He turned back on his side again and looked at his clock. What seemed like a decade had just passed, was only two minutes in reality. He stared at the clock for a while, just waiting for the digits to change and signal the passing of another minute. Another minute passing meant another minute closer to Charlie's arrival. With every minute that ticked by, it brought him closer to dawn and the awakening of the summer's sun.

'This is useless, I'm never going to sleep like this,' he concluded to himself. Taking that into mind he decided to get out of bed and seek some company. He rolled out from under his quilt and nearly leapt from his bed. He heard a spring pang and wondered why that was broken. A devious smile crept across his muzzle and he chuckled, not having to think very hard about it.

His room was incredibly dark and took on a more sinister look at nighttime. When a late night car from one of the neighbours drove down the street, it cast ominous shadows upon the walls that floated across the room menacingly. Shapes of objects in his room that were ordinary enough in the day, became nightmarish figures that haunted him when the sun went down. He felt his whole body shudder and he hugged himself, wrapping his arms over his chest. He told himself it was the cool night breeze making him shiver, but deep down he knew better. The only thing that kept him going was the thought that he was thirteen and wasn't scared of the dark any more, that was kid stuff.

With his newfound confidence and bravery, he progressed into the deep blackness. He made small hesitant steps at first, just edging his way closer to the door. Everything was different in the dark, he found himself tripping over things that he could have sworn weren't there when he turned off the lights. When he finally reached the door he fumbled around with the handle until it finally gave way and allowed him access into the hall. He was especially careful when closing the door, trying not to make the slightest of sounds.

Mark had never really strolled the house at night before. There was the odd occasion when he had to use the bathroom or get a drink of water in the middle of the night, but that was it. The thought of going down the stairs and watching television in the lounge was a little harrowing. Something he distinctly remembered from his childhood was traversing the stairs one night. He had been downstairs to get a glass of water, he would have used the upstairs taps but the bathroom was under redecoration. He was padding his way up the stairs when something made him turn around. He stared at two eye shaped lights, burning red through the darkness. It terrified him, he thought it was a monster coming to get him and he legged it up the stairs. Every night after that, he would always walk side ways up the stairs lest the monster return for him. It was a full year later that he discovered it was merely two red lights on the cordless phone somebody had carelessly left on the hallway table. He felt rather embarrassed on discovery that his child hood demon was actually just a telephone.

He remembered that night more so because it was the first night he sought comfort from his big sister. She was always there for him when he needed her most. Offering her warmth and sweetening kindness when he could really do with it. Thinking about Hazel gave him a much needed boost of confidence, that and the thought that he was acting like a six year old with darkness issues.

He pressed on into the still of the night and headed down the corridor. He crept on tiptoes, not making a single sound. His tail bobbed along behind him with each cautious step he took. His ears shifted and flattened against his head slightly. He heard a thud that seemed to come from downstairs. His ears shot upright and he turned his head. He froze immediately on the spot, listening for a follow up thump. He didn't hear another sound and chalked the noise up to just a something random in the night, like the fridge or something.

He finally reached his destination, his sister's door. Just as carefully as he opened his door, he opened it up and slithered through the small gap he created. The same when closing it he was very careful not to stir his sister. He looked over at her bed and from what he could see through the darkness, was the outlining shape of his sister. Just as before, maybe even more so now; he crept over to his sleeping beauty. One single floorboard in her room creaked when he stepped on it. He cursed that damned board under his breath and winced as it squeaked again when he lifted his foot. His attention was drawn to Hazel who was relocating herself under the covers. He heard a soft unconscious sigh as she pulled her covers up over her head. He could see that she was facing towards him now, but had she been awake he would have also seen her sparkling eyes.

Exhaling quietly he preceded forwards once more into the black. His steps became slower and more tentative as he reached the side of the slumbering vixen. He placed a paw on the quilt over her head and pulled it down over her head. He watched as the lump that was Hazel raised up and down each time she breathed. He looked upon her sweetly sleeping face and smiled. She was so cute, so wonderful especially when sleeping peacefully. Mark placed a paw on her cheek and stroked it affectionately. She exhaled lightly and shifted a little, murmuring something as she slept.

He decided this was as good a time as any to make a move. He slipped a leg into bed with her and took a hold of the duvet with a paw. He slid the rest of his body carefully underneath the covers and pulled the bed sheet back over both him and Hazel. He snuggled his back up against her getting as close to his sister as he could. He could feel her naked breasts squash up against his back. He froze and tensed up as an arm wrapped up and over his body, drawing him in tighter to the embrace. His couldn't be sure if she was awake or not, but if she was then she would have spoken by now. His muscles relaxed, he felt cool steady breath on the back of his neck.

He was finally comfortable, finally somewhere that he could be at peace and hopefully somewhere he could get some sleep. He closed his eyes with a small smile, it felt really good to have his sister pressed up against him. She was so warm and fluffy, it just made him tingle with pleasure all over. He couldn't fight back a shiver of excitement. He came over incredibly tired all of a sudden, it would seem sleep deprivation had caught up with him. A paw happened to glide down over his boxers and hit her hip. It was soft and furry and didn't feel of cotton like he expected it to. He slid his paw further round and found his sisters rump to be completely bare. He smiled as his mind slipped into the longed state of sleep.

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Hazel awoke with horribly blurry eyes; she blinked a few times getting her sensitive eyes used to the light. She had to close one eye back up as the early morning sun poured in through the window and hit her directly in the face. She remembered she hadn't closed the curtains last night to let more cold air in. Now she regretted it, there was no protection between her and the blazing sun. She yawned with a wide muzzle and moved her body a little getting into a more comfortable position. She found that she was not the only one moving, something else was shifting under her arm.

At first Hazel was quite surprised and jerked back in recoil. She heard a little mumble as a result of her abrupt reaction. She lifted the bed covers up a little and peeked underneath. She saw her little brother curled right up to her, his back pressed firmly against her stomach. She smiled and fought back a little giggle. She stroked his head fur and he subconsciously pushed his head into paw. Hazel moved her paw around the back of his head and scratched affectionately behind his ears. Mark began to murr and a grin of pleasure crawled across his muzzle.

He began to stir and rolled his body over so he was facing his sister. He inhaled noisily through his nose and brought his paws up to his eyes. He rubbed them vigorously and groaned wirily as his brain booted up to face the day. His eyes opened and met with Hazels beautiful blue hues. That was one nice sight to wake up to. Unexpectedly but certainly not unwelcome, Hazel leaned forwards and placed her lips on his. They kissed lovingly for a while, closing their eyes and just enjoying the morning together. They both broke away and murred pleasantly at a first-class awakening.

"Morning sleepy," she finally said, opening her eyes again and smiling at him.

"Morning? Really?" He looked at her inquisitively, not thinking he had been asleep for long.

"Yep, why do you think it's so light outside?" She questioned him mockingly.

"Alright smart ass, don't you think it's a little early for that stuff," he rolled his eyes and gave a sigh of discontent.

"Not really, considering it is nearly lunch time, I think we over slept," she yawned. Mark was certainly surprised at the news of how late he had slept in. Although he got over it quite quickly, being thirteen and all.

"I had a terrible night, before I came to sleep with you that is," he hastily corrected himself.

"Yeah that reminds me, if you have to come in my room and into my bed, can't you do it at a more respectable time or at least at a time when I'm horny, then I don't mind," she looked at him in mock anger.

"Hey, I had to get to your room in the bloody dark sis... no wait that's not what I meant!" he stuttered as he tripped up with his words, but it was far too late now.

"Awwww, was my little brother scared of the dark," she put on her babying voice and scratched under his chin derisively.

"N-No! Of course not... I just..." he stammered and pulled his muzzle away from her teasing touch.

"Didn't think to turn on your lamp then huh," she giggled.

"Well I um... I didn't want to um uh..." she was completely lost for a come back and sunk in defeat.

"You're so cute when you're confused and trying to convince me you are actually thirteen," she started laughing more evilly now.

Hazel wiggled her way out of their warming embrace and slipped off the end of her bed. Mark watched in absorption as she padded completely naked across the room to her dresser. He craned his neck so he could see underneath her slightly raised tail. He still hadn't quite got used to being able to see that sight, ever though it had been three weeks already since their first encounter. He only now noticed that his morning hardon was pressing uncomfortably at his boxers. Things became even more restricted as Hazel bent over to pick up her nightgown. He didn't realise a paw had descended down to his waist and was slipping inside his boxers. He gasped at the sudden touch of his paw on his fully unsheathed cock.

As Hazel was in her leant position, she looked back over her shoulder at her brother. Mark was practically dribbling over her alluring slit. His face flushed a little at being caught in the act and he made a sheepish smirk. Hazel could easily see the bump in the bed slowly rising up and down, as Mark pawed off underneath the sheets. She stifled a giggle and decided to give him a little bit of a show since she already had his undivided attention.

She bent further over so that she could touch her toes, lifting her tail as high as it would go. Mark could see she was already pretty aroused by her glistening slit, wet with her juices. He had the perfect sight of her in that position and it nearly made him shoot his load right then and there. She placed a paw between her legs and slowly ran a finger a long her outer lips. The bed sheets nearly flew off of were her brother sat as he was pawing of so hurriedly. Hazel made her tail leisurely swirl around like a Catherine wheel. She let out a little moan as a sticky finger involuntarily slipped in between her lips and penetrated her vagina to the knuckle. Mark couldn't fight back a grunt of pleasure as his paw glided up and down his shaft even more readily.

She stood back up and turned around to face her little brother. Mark made a groan of discontent at having his fun ruined, feeling so close to orgasm as well. A deviously delicious grin appeared on Hazels face as she swayed her hips all the way over to the bed were Mark lay, still getting off. She started from the bottom end of her bed and slowly worked her way up. At the same time as moving up, she was pulling the bed sheets and his boxers down. It slowly descended from Marks body to reveal his clasped paw around his twitching member. Hazel smirked and licked her lips hungrily, wanting to have her hunger satisfied by her brother's cock. She took Marks paw off and pushed it against his side, leaving his shaft to throb angrily. She lowered her head and sniffed at the stringy bead of pre-cum that was dribbling down his cock, getting his musky scent throughout her sensitive nostrils.

Just as Hazel was about to suck her brother in to her awaiting maw, there was a loud knocking at the door, making both Mark and Hazel jump.

"Hazel, are you up yet?" The familiar sound of their mothers voice called. Hazel leapt off the bed and scrabbled to climb back into her nightgown. Mark meanwhile was busy pulling up his boxers and bunching up his sister's quilt to make an effective cover of his bulge.

"Yeah mum, I'll be down in a minute," she said frantically almost sounding panicked. She slipped the nightie on over her shoulders and quickly tied the pulleys together.

"Actually I need to speak to you, can I come in?" She looked up at the door in dread, then over to Mark who was looking at her anxiously. She gave him a look that said, 'what the hell do we do?' He just shrugged at her not being able to think of anything in such a hurry. She glowered at him and mouthed the words 'thank you,' sarcastically of course.

"Um... wait a sec please... I uh... just need to put some clothes on," she stuttered. She pointed abruptly at Mark and then swiftly shifted her paw in the direction of her closet. Mark raised and eyebrow at the frenzied, slightly comical actions of his sister, obviously not getting what she meant. She made a low growl and marched over to her bed, grabbed him by the arm and thrust him in the direction of her closet. He finally realised what she meant and immediately opened up the wardrobe doors and crouched inside.

"Hazel, are you alright?" Liz knocked again, sounding concerned, clearly having heard the commotion.

"Yeah fine," she answered, looking over to the closet to see the doors firmly closed. "Okay I'm dressed," she called.

Moments later, the door handle was turned and in stepped Liz. Hazel smiled at her, all be it a little shaky. Liz smiled back but noticed Hazel seemed somewhat flustered, her paws were never still and she was rubbing at each individual finger. Liz's expression turned to one of interest; it didn't take a mother to know when something was up.

"You wanted to talk to me about something," hazel finally broke the silence, not being able to bear her mothers scrutiny any longer.

"Yes, it's about Charlie, just a little top up reminder from the other week," she said a little sternly.

Marks ears perked up at the mention of Charlie. He remembered quite well what happened when they were first told. In the three weeks that passed between then and now, there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't wonder what was said in his absence. He could feel his heart speeding up at the thought of being able to find out now.

All of a sudden he felt sick to the stomach, like his body didn't want him to know. His mind followed suit and everything seemed to be fighting against him knowing. He feared what it could be, but wasn't even close to what it was. He felt an immense amount of heat running throughout his body, as his veins were set alight. He felt oddly guilty, like he really wasn't meant to know. He started to regret something that hadn't even happened yet.

"Um... mum... sorry, but this probably isn't the best time, I don't mean to be disrespectful and there isn't any excuse, but do you think we could talk a little later," she cringed at the more than likely harsh response that she was about to receive.

"Hmmmm... well I guess so, but we will talk, there is no escaping it, I want a few words with you," she said firmly with a deep sigh. Hazel just nodded, looking down at her shuffling feet, her ears flattened against her head.

Mark breathed out a long inaudible exhale and his whole body loosened. He was relieved in one way, yet in another he was kind of hoping to find out. 'Damn it what the hell is wrong with me!' he shouted to himself inside his own head, scolding his infernal mind. One minute he is thinking one thing, and then another minute he is thinking the opposite. He gave himself quite a headache trying to unscramble his overly confused mind. He wanted to know, but when he thought about it more he didn't want to know. If everyone was acting really weird about it then maybe it was best to let sleeping dogs lye. 'But it is my right to know!' He said to himself, still not convinced either way. In the end he just gave up and decided to let the natural order of things take its course. Even after concluding that dilemma, there was still an unmovable almost silent little voice in the back of his head he just couldn't ignore.

"Thanks mum, I do appreciate it," she said sweetly, lifting her arms and stretching, faking a wide yawn.

"Alright love, I'm afraid you missed cooked breakfast this morning so you'll probably have to have sandwiches," she commented on the food situation.

"No worries mum, I'm sure we'll find something," she beamed towards her mother.

"I'll just go wake Mark up," she said as she slipped behind Hazel's door.

Mark tensed up again, he was sure this couldn't be good for his body tensing and un-tensing almost constantly. His heart seemingly stopped and his breathing became shallow. Neither of them had thought that far ahead yet, so neither of them were prepared. This would be even worse than just admitting Mark was in her bed in the first place, at least then they could think of an excuse. All sorts of questions would be raised now, when Marks absence from his room was noted, even more so if he was discovered hiding in his sisters closet with a rather inappropriate tenting of his boxers.

"Wait no!" Hazel shouted a lot louder than she had intended. "I mean um... I'll wake him up," she quietened down considerably, her cheeks and ears turned a faint shade of red.

"Okay then," Liz replied, she was a little confused and it showed in her voice. She thought not much of it and exited the room, closing the door behind herself.

Hazel breathed a heavy sigh of relief, pulling both her paws down her face. The doors to the closet opened with a gentle creek and Mark stepped out. He stretched out all his limbs getting rid of the aching in his cramped muscles. He looked at Hazel who seemed to be exhausted and highly stressed. They made eye contact as across the room as Hazel turned around to face him. He smiled awkwardly when he looked upon the slightly angered look of his sister. He had to admit, she could be pretty scary when she wanted to be. He felt himself shrink smaller under her glaring eyes. She approached him and stood at arms length, making Mark gulp loudly. She looked down his body, her eyes stopped at his boxers. They were still flagged right out, the elastic extended to ripping point. She looked back up and met his eyes once more, still wearing that angry expression. Mark almost cowered away from her, he wanted to curl up because she really was quite frightening. All of a sudden, Hazel started laughing. Her face lit up and she threw her arms around him. Mark was taken a little by surprise, but who was he to turn down a hug. He joined in the laughter, although not entirely sure why he was laughing.

"For Christ sake Mark! How can you still be hard!?" She pretend scolded him, her voice was full of mirth.

"If I said it was because I like being in your closet, would you believe me?" He chuckled merrily.

"No! Now get that sexy tail of yours into your room, you horny danger junkie, don't want mum coming back to check on us," she giggled, releasing him from her tight embrace.

He licked her check lovingly, before turning and heading towards the door. He gave a little swish of his tail prior to leaving her room. She blew him a kiss off her open palm and he acted as if a heavy object hit him, throwing himself playfully out the door. She rolled her eyes as the door closed. The smile disappeared from her muzzle as soon as her brother had departed. She flopped over on her bed, bouncing as the springs forced her back up and down. She lay on her stomach with her paws cupped underneath her chin, her elbows resting upon her bed. She stared out her window, but she wasn't gazing at anything in particular. Her mind drifted off into nothingness, reminiscing over past times, times of love and times of sorrow.

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It was just coming up to three O'clock, only a good five minutes left to go before the end of two O'clock. If Mark had any sense of organisation or common sense for that matter, he wouldn't have left all his preparations for his Charlie's arrival to the last few minutes. Though there was no reason to threat, unless his brother had gotten a huge personality change in his absence, Mark knew he wouldn't keep to the deadline of his arrival. Taking that into mind, he spent as much time as he possibly could making himself look smart and presentable. He wanted to show his much older brother that he had grown up; he was just trying to impress him really.

His mind was kept firmly on Charlie; his excitement grew with every passing second. He was going to see him again, his brother, his wonderful brother. He could hardly believe it; he had to pinch himself a few times just to make sure this wasn't some magnificent fantasyland. His body was running on adrenaline and it kept him on a constant primeval high. His mind was buzzing with exhilaration and happy memories all at once. He couldn't take the wide grin off his face, that was until it came to doing something he hated.

He was stood in front of his mirror, scowling at the object in his paw. It had been a long time since a comb had touched even an inch of his furred body, but today he had to make friends with an old enemy.

"Look comb, I don't like you and you don't like me, so lets just do this thing and be done with it, okay?" He spoke in a fake macho voice as if to intimidate an inanimate object. Of course, the comb did not reply, but he could tell he scared it.

He brushed the comb through his head fur, sending it in one swift wave to the back of is head. He continued with a few more strokes, trying to bring his tuft of brown hair over. Unfortunately, he went to far and the world went blurry as his hair was sent over his eyes. He was quite surprised at how long his hair had gotten. He huffed upwards blowing his hair out of his eyes. 'How the hell do girls cope with hair five times as long as mine!' He pondered to himself. With the comb, he parted his hair, one half one side and the other half the other side. It looked a little too tidy for his liking, but since it was only for one day he thought he could put up with it.

Not being a complete moron, he had put his clothes on previous to fixing his hair so he didn't mess it up. He was wearing his smartness t-shirt, which just so happened to be the one he hated. But he had to admit, it looked good on him, much to his distaste when anybody, accept a cute girl, drew attention to that fact. It was an olive green colour with a white v-neck collar and a criss-cross section of dark green on the left side. He opted out of wearing a smart shirt because it really would appear he was trying too hard. His jeans were pretty standard, what set them apart from his normal jeans were that these had no 'fashionable' holes and tares in them. He slipped around his neck his dog tags, which he thought made him look a bit cooler and in many ways he could be considered correct.

"Look at you, if I didn't know any better I'd say that you were going out to meet a girl," Marks ears perked up as he heard his sisters sweet voice from the doorway. He swivelled around and immediately started to blush, not particularly fond of being spied on whilst grooming himself. They both grinned. Hazel stepped into his room and moved towards him.

"There is only one girl in my life," he said quietly, almost whispering it. They embraced each other in a warming hug. Hazel purred happily as Mark stroked her back and she returned his compassion, rubbing his back also. Mark couldn't help but let a paw drift down a squeeze his sisters's rump. She jumped a little and yipped at the sudden touch, Mark chuckled lightly.

"It's going to be tough to find time to ourselves once Charlie is here," he sighed, feeling saddened that he wouldn't be able to spend much time with the one he loved.

"I know... but I'm sure we'll find time together, I love you too much not to," she sighed as well, also realising that this could be the last intimate cuddle they shared together for a while. Having Charlie around the house for a month would be great, but having him around constantly would leave little time for extra fun. They broke out of the hug and just looked into the others eyes, basking in their reflective love. Hazel ruffled his hair purposefully and skipped off out of his room, giggling naughtily as she did. Mark frowned at the door saying a few cuss words before going back to his mirror, picking back up his comb to straighten his hair.

"Mark, Hazel, come on down! Charlie's just rang, he's only a couple of minutes away!" Liz shouted up the stairs to her preoccupied children.

Mark's heart started to hurriedly thump against his chest. Each beat was like his rib cage was going to burst open. He began to feel hot and itchy all over his body. He had to force himself not to tremble, but when he held up a paw, it quivered like a rattlesnakes tail. His stomach churned over and over, mixing up what was left of his lunch into a heavy lump. He felt like throwing up and had to swallow hard to keep his food down. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous about anything, even that faithful night with Hazel wasn't as stomach churning as this. He hasn't seen or heard from his older brother in five long years, now that he had the chance to... he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. What if he had changed dramatically? What if he didn't see him as a brother anymore? What if he hated him? There were so many things on his mind at the moment this was just one more thing to add to the headache-inducing list.

He tired to take a step forward towards his door, but his legs did not take him. He was frozen to the spot as if he was super glued to the floor. Only by sheer force of will and absolute determination was he able to lift a leg and place it in front of himself. He took one long deep breath inwards and closed his eyes. 'Stop being such a baby and get downstairs!' He cursed himself inside his head. With that, he was able to walk a little more freely, all be it his legs wanted him to go in the other direction and his brain wanted him to hide.

He made it to the top of the stairs and stopped for a moment. He could see the door, the door that would soon be opened and reveal either his brother or somebody he didn't know anymore. That is what he feared the most. In his five-year absence out in the world on his own, it was probable that he did some major growing up. Mark didn't want that, he wanted his brother, the brother who used to laugh, the brother who used to play with him, the brother who was always there for him... the brother he remembered and the brother he loved.

He gulped as his foot touched the first step, bringing him that much closer to his final destination. The thousands of butterflies in his stomach started to individually vomit inside of him. His knees shook with every step, his whole body began to quake. He expression was of pure anxiety and fear, yet deep down there was something driving him forward. Maybe it was the knowledge that the inevitable was unavoidable so why postpone it. Or maybe it was because he had a secret agenda masked behind his look of fear. What ever it was pushing him forward, it had brought him to his goal, he now resided just a few feet away from the front door.

Without a word, Liz entered the hallway unnoticed and stood behind her son. She could see he was tense, his paws were making neat little fists, his shoulders were raised and he was hunched slightly. She placed her paws on his shoulders and he immediately tightened up even further. His head tilted hastily skywards to look upon the calm smiling face of his mother. He made a shaky effort to smile back, but he wasn't fooling anybody.

"Are you alright Mark?" She asked with genuine concern. Mark did not reply and only nodded a little weakly. The truth was he wasn't alright, how could he be alright at a time like this?

Hazel was next to come into the hallway; she stood to the side of Mark. They glanced at each other nervously, it was obvious by her expression that she was pretty nervy as well. She was rubbing at the palms of her paws and shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Liz took a paw off Marks shoulder and placed it on Hazels. She looked over at the calmed smile of her mother and smiled back, a little more convincingly than Mark.

Derek was the last family member to arrive in the hall. He chose to stand further back form the front door and perched himself on the kitchen doorframe. He crossed his arms and put a leg up on the frame, resting himself against it. Liz looked over to him and smiled. He did not smile back, he didn't even attempt to smile.

The sound of a car pulling up in the drive way was heard. Mark reached a paw back and grabbed a hold of his mums, not caring if it was a bit childish. The jittering engine of the car suddenly stopped and a door was opened with a clunk. Mark gulped down the sickening feeling in his stomach and throat, he couldn't handle it, it was just too much from him. There was a slam of a car door that echoed throughout the hallway. The crunching of gravel could be heard as the maker of the noise approached the door. The temptation for Mark to run and hide was overwhelming, even just hiding in his mothers fur was difficult to resist. He gripped her paw even tighter. She smoothed his head fur with a free paw, feeling his anxiety. An ominous figure appeared in the frosted glass of the door casting a shadow upon it. The doorbell rang, and then everything fell silent.

Liz's calm nearly left her, only her strong will kept her going. She stepped out from behind Mark, struggling to break free from his firm grip. She moved towards the door and placed a paw on the handle. She took a deep breathed and squeezed down upon the lever. It clacked open liberated from the lock that kept it in place. Liz pulled the door towards herself and swung it all the way open.

Mark made a small gasp of shock and placed a paw over his muzzle to restrain any further noises. There he stood in the flesh and blood. But was he the brother Mark knew or somebody entirely different. He sure looked the same, just a lot more muscular and much taller, although he was the same height as Liz and Derek. He had that same blue fur he remembered, well it was kind of difficult to forget. Everybody just stared at him for a moment and he just stared right back at all of them. This fur just seemed so strange to Mark, he looked the same but was he really. He noticeably looked at Liz, who was standing right before him. She gazed back at him thinking a similar thing as Mark, was he her son? At that very same moment, she decided she didn't care.

As if Charlie knew exactly what she intended to do, he opened his arms wide. Liz rushed into them and embraced him in a hug; the kind of hug only mother and son could share. Their heads went over the others shoulders and arms pulled the other into a tight embrace. Liz's eyes began to form tears and she let out a soft snivel. Her eyes soon glazed over, making them sparkle and overflow with tears that trickled down the sides of her muzzle. Charlie had his eyes closed and just savoured the peaceful moment he had with his mum. He missed her dearly, he missed them all dearly, surprisingly even Derek whom he still respected as a father. Liz started to cry harder now, the tears of not only great pain and sadness but also that of joy, fell from her eyes and soaked her sons shoulder. She sobbed on his shoulder for a while as Charlie kept a sombre expression of grief.

"I've missed you mum," he whispered into her ear.

"And... I've m-missed you too son..." she sniffled hard, her speech broken and trembling.

"Do you think little old Charlie could have his shoulder back now," he said, pushing her gently away. She couldn't help but smile as she looked open him again, she did not quite believe this was real. She made a small laugh at his comment and slowly released him from her tight grip. She did not want to let him go, just in case she were to lose him again or wake up to find him gone. Charlie tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes with his paws, whilst looking into them with a quite smile.

"My god, look at you... you've grown up so fast," she sniffled again, holding him at arms length.

"What can I say, the world has been good to me," he said, momentarily looking over in Derek's direction and giving him a longer than usual glance.

"I'm so glad you're back, I can't believe we got along without you, but I know someone who has definitely been missing you," she said smiling.

She stepped aside to allow Charlie to see his younger brother. All of a sudden the spot light was on Mark. He could feel the stare of his older brother burn and he couldn't look him in the eye properly. He stared down at the floor and couldn't bear to look up. He could feel himself blazing red under his fur, feeling very hot and embarrassed. It pained him to look at Charlie, he wanted to look and revel in the situation, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Who ever that person was, he just didn't seem like his brother, just didn't fit the bill well enough, he was too much a stranger to him.

"Little Marky, is that really you?" Charlie asked, crouching down slightly to bring himself eye level with his brother. Mark brought his head up and looked the blue furred fox square in the eyes. 'Marky... he always used to call me Marky...He was the only one that did... that's him! That's my brother!'

He charged at him at whatever speed he could gather in the short distance between them. Charlie wasn't overly surprised and quickly spread his arms and caught his little bro as he leapt into his arms. His little brother was much smaller than him so he was easily able to hold him properly. Mark enveloped His brother's head in his arms and held him close. He didn't care how babyish he looked clinging to his brothers neck, at least he resisted the erg to cry.

"Geez Marky, when did you get so grown up?" He muffled into Marks neck. He did not reply and only nuzzled in further to his loved older brothers neck. He was feeling so many things at once, the pain of losing his brother becoming all too real and the love he felt for him. There had been a void in his life that he never knew was there.

"You're back... you're back Charlie..." he whispered into his neck fur.

"I know little bro... god I've missed you so much, not a day went by that I didn't think about my little brother," he held Mark tighter, feeling even sadder than he did before. Yet, through all the hurt of losing his brother he was overjoyed to have him back. Just to be with his family again was enough, but to know they missed him this much, touched his very soul.

Mark finally released Charlie from his tight cuddle and pushed back off his shoulders. He held strong in the eyes of his brother, but he was breaking up inside. He wanted to cry with joy and happiness, he could finally be with his brother again and do all those things they used to do. Charlie smiled and bent over lowering Mark to the ground. He opened his arms again and let Mark step out of them. Charlie chuckled silently inside his head as he saw Marks hair dressed up all smart. He put a paw on his hair and ruffled it up purposefully. Mark made a confused little, almost angered, look up at Charlie.

"That's how I remember you, you little scruff," he sniggered, out loud this time. Mark made a small silly laugh himself and couldn't help but blush a little.

Charlie then turned his attention to Hazel, who had been standing quietly unnoticed so far. She was even more embarrassed than Mark had been. She too couldn't look him in the eyes and decided to just stare nervously at the floor. She had her paws held just below her stomach, they were constantly moving as her fingers were wrestling with each other. She fidgeted and shuffled around on the spot, shifting her feet a lot.

"Hello sis," Charlie finally broke the uncomfortably long silence.

"H-hey..." she almost whimpered, racked with nerves. She still couldn't lift her head to look at him.

"Don't you want to give your big brother a hug?" He asked with a sheepish smile, holding out his arms.

"No she doesn't," Derek cut in with a firm voice. He stepped forwards and squared up to Charlie. They were of shockingly similar height and build as they stood facing each other. Derek gave him a dark look, sizing Charlie up.

"Hello father," Charlie held back a snarl. He put an open palmed paw in front of himself.

"Hello Charlie," he nearly growled back. He took Charlie's paw with a firm grip and shook it forcefully. Charlie returned the paw shake with as much strength as Derek dished out. In three quick strong strokes, they released the other from their grip. They continued to make malevolent expressions at each other for a little while longer. Until, Charlie made a cheeky little 'knowing' smile and stepped away from him.

Liz, Hazel and Mark looked on in turmoil. It was a truly nerve shattering thing to see them facing each other down like that. None of them knew what could have happened in that show of dominance. Not even Charlie or Derek knew what either of them might have done. It was a relief to see them accept what 'was' and 'what had to be.' Liz breathed out a long held breath and walked over to Charlie.

"Lets have a sit down yeah, you must have much to tell us in your um... absence," Liz coughed a little at the end of her sentence.

"Sure thing and I know there is tonnes of stuff I want to find out about what's been going on around here in the last few years," he said with a note of enthusiasm.

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They sat around in the lounge together for a long time, there was indeed much to talk about. There was five years worth of lives being exchanged so it was bound to take a while. At first, all the attention was focused on Charlie, as he was the centre of attraction for this evening. Everybody was eager to hear about the stories he had to tell and what he got up to in his five-year absence. After being kicked out, he didn't want anything more to do with his former family and moved far away, losing contact altogether. He said that his life had started when he was sixteen because he really couldn't afford to do nothing. Being financially cut off he had to find whatever work he could, until he finally got a break in the world. Earning more than enough to stay above water he managed to save a little each pay packet. It all changed when he met a vixen, he described her as fantastic and beautiful but with a crazy streak a mile long. Fortunately, that's how he liked his females. She came from a well-off family who had their own private estate situated in the countryside. She was the one that convinced him to go travelling with her around the world. She said she was bored with the nine to five routine and wanted to do something different with her life. Not being able to refuse the overly tempting offer, he accepted it.

They were out of the country for around two years and after having spent three years in her company, he proposed to her. He thought he had the perfect set up. They were on a secluded beach far from civilisation, under a clear sky and a full moon that illuminated the area beautifully, it was like something out of a fairy tale. They had a wonderful picnic going and there was plenty of skinny-dipping to be done as well. Come the end of the food and the end of a perfect evening, he pulled out the ring and proposed engagement. She was certainly taken back by his offer, but that was all. Needless to say it didn't go all to well. They broke up and she left him to continue on her travels. That was when he decided to return home and try and make another fresh start in familiar territory.

"So that is what brought me here," he concluded his story and sat back into the sofa, seemingly out of breath.

"Wow! You really did all that?" Mark was stunned by such a tale of adventure, never had he predicted his brother doing that.

"Sure did Marky," he grinned.

He had led an entire lifetime in the short space of five years and it amazed him. The only thing Mark had to show for in those years was an extremely bushy tail and patchy, nearing, teenage fur. Still, it didn't stop Charlie from being fascinated; he wanted to know about everything that has been going on in the family.

Despite his somewhat uneventful life in comparison to his older brother's, Mark told him all about school and things going on in his life, omitting one or two of the finer details. Hazel talked about College for a while, kind of getting into the flow of things and completely forgetting her earlier embarrassment. Liz did similar, talking about her life and any major events in the family he had missed. But she preferred to sit back and let the children have their fun and excitement, instead of waffling on about boring family matters.

Mark let out a little sleepy yawn as the clock hit eleven, he hadn't had the best nights sleep last night so that was why he was so tired. His eyelids were nearly closed over as the conversation began to cool down. He was propped up against Charlie who continued to chat Liz, who was on the two-seat sofa just to the side of Charlie.

Mark couldn't stay awake another second longer and slumped over onto his brothers arm. Charlie was like a soft furry cushion as his head snuggled and nuzzled up to him getting comfortable. Charlie looked down at his exhausted sleeping brother and smiled. Liz couldn't help but grin as well, although she had to admit she was pretty tired as well. Hazel was barely awake herself. She was on the other side of Charlie but chose to rest her head on the arm of the sofa. Derek had long since departed and was already in bed, obviously not much caring about what was going on downstairs.

"Well it's getting late Charlie, maybe we should call it a night," Liz made a wide yawn and stretched her arms.

"Yeah, that reminds me, um where will I be uh you know, sleeping?" He asked a little shyly.

"If you remember it always used to be the boys in the same room, but I think you've both out grown that, I'm afraid it's the couch for now," she sighed, a little ashamed she hadn't properly prepared anything for him.

"Hey no worries, I've slept in worse places, plus this sofa is damned comfortable," he chirped patting the cushions.

"Why doesn't Mark sleep in my room, on the camp bed of course, then Charlie can sleep in Marks room," Hazels voice was heard as she sat up from her hunched over position. Charlie looked over at her with an odd little look on his face. He thought about it for a second then shook it away.

"I don't see a problem with that, as long as you're okay with it Charlie?" Liz said thoughtfully.

"That sounds great, but what about Mark, it's his bed he's giving up, shouldn't we ask first?" He replied. They all looked over at the peacefully sleeping Mark, his belly moving gently in and out and a quiet snore escaping his muzzle.

"I don't think he's going to mind," Liz grinned and laughed a little.

With that, Liz and Hazel, after waking herself up, went up stairs and into the loft (attic) to find the camp bed. Meanwhile, Charlie was left with his little brother curled up snugly against his arm. He smiled and placed a paw on his head fur, stroking it gently and just enjoying the quiet time with his brother. He had missed him dearly and was determined to make the most of the time they had together, since he would be leaving in about a month. Mark murred subconsciously and a little pleasured grin crept across his muzzle. Charlie simply continued to brush at his hair and occasionally scratch behind his ears.

When he stopped, Mark pressed himself more firmly against Charlie's arm, wanting to regain his tender touch. Charlie smiled once more and slowly sat up off the seat, lowering his brother's head so it rested upon the sofa. Being that he was small and Charlie was relatively tall in comparison, he had no trouble in picking up his little brother from the sofa, scooping him up in his arms and allowing him to slump over his shoulder. Mark stirred slightly, but did not gain consciousness, although he was awake enough to instinctively cling on.

By the time he reached the top of the stairs and found his way to his sisters room, Liz and Hazel had Marks 'new' bed all set and ready. If Mark had been awake he would have been blushing something fierce. Liz and Hazel both watched as Charlie placed his brother onto the camp bed. It wasn't the most comfortable of things to sleep on, but it wasn't exactly a bad night either. Charlie's memories of his old family life came flooding back again. He had done this many times for Mark in their past together. Charlie would always manage to persuade Liz to allow Mark to stay up past his bedtime to watch I film with him. Mark would always be by his brother's side with his pleading puppy dog eyes and saying how he was old enough to stay up. Of course, whenever he was actually allowed to stay up and watch a film, cuddled up to his warm brother, he found he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to stay up past his bed time anyway.

Charlie patted Mark's head soothingly as he set him to rest. He stood back up to face his mum and his sister. Hazel left the room to use the bathroom and do whatever other ritual she had become accustomed to before going to bed.

"He's grown up so fast, I guess I'm just to late to see those special years of his life where he could just be a kid," Charlie said grimly, his expression turning sad in an instant.

"He had to grow up fast Charlie... losing you... well it hurt him..." Liz responded in kind with a sad and glum voice. "I'm... " She started then trailed off.

"You don't have to say it mum, I'm just glad to see you all again and I really should be the one to say it," he looked directly at her and spoke in a sombre tone.

"You don't have to, it may have been wrong what you did... but I forgave you a long time ago. I guess I missed you growing into a man, I always knew you'd make it and it's nice to see that you've done something good with your life so far," she tried to smile but couldn't bring herself to.

"Thanks mum, still got a lot of my life left to live though," he grinned feebly, but his intentions were clear.

"Good night Charlie, I'll see you in the morning," she chimed, leaving the room with Charlie soon following suit.

Just as he was exiting the room, he bumped into Hazel as he turned to walk down the hall. She made a little surprised yip as she was accidentally pushed backwards, falling off her feet. Charlie rushed into help her and stoped her from falling on her back side. A paw grabbed her arm instinctively to steady her as she toppled back.

"Whoa, sorry about that sis, guess I didn't see you there," he chuckled a little, reassured that it wasn't interpreted by Hazel as a mean laugh. However, she didn't say anything and only smiled. There was an awkward silence between them as they stared into the others eyes. Neither Charlie nor Hazel realised that his paw was resting in hers, no longer supporting her.

"I um... best be getting to bed... um sleep," she stuttered, freeing her quivering hand from her brother's. She brushed past him and walked into her room, closing the door behind herself.

Charlie made a quiet exhale of breath he didn't know he had held. He blinked a few times and shook his head just trying to get his brain back into gear again. Any innocent bystander watching those two at that moment wouldn't have seen anything unusual about that scene. Yet, if you looked deeper into the past shared between them, you might see their point of view more clearly.

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It was early Saturday morning when Mark awoke, although he did not know what time it was yet. At first everything seemed quite normal, but that was only because he had not properly opened his eyes. When he came fully to, he found himself in a place he was not used to waking up in. He sat up in his camp bed and looked around, rubbing his eyes to take away some of the blur. At first his brain did not comprehend his actual whereabouts and told him he was still sleeping. The foremost thing that went through his head was, 'How and why am I in my sisters bedroom?' He wasn't bothered about being in there, what did annoy him was the how did he get there and the why, as he had no memory of the previous evening. As a matter of fact, he had very little recall of the entire day. It felt like he had skipped a day and he was at a loss as to why.

With a confused look he decided he didn't much care at this moment and got out of the camp bed. He had never really like that thing at all as it gave him a back and neck ache. Today was no exception of that. He cursed the camp bed under his breath as he stood up and heard a rather loud snap. It wasn't a painful crack, but it made him cringe at the sound. He stretched on tiptoes and sprawled out his arms making a groaning sound as his limbs loosened up. He tutted when he noticed that he was still wearing the clothes he had been last night. He came to the conclusion that he had fallen to sleep and was taken to bed last night. He thanked nobody in particular that his memory had not failed him too badly.

Mark looked over to his sister's bed and saw her sleeping. He grinned devilishly and crept over to the side of her bed. When he looked upon her quietly sleeping face his heart melted. She was so cute it was almost unreal, like she was just one of the fantasy vixens he daydreamed about, only much sweeter. He wanted so badly to climb into bed with her and just cuddle for a while, maybe allowing it to lead to other activities as well, but he wouldn't force it. Unfortunately, he could hear movement coming from outside, which basically said fun time was not an option. He sighed heavily and settled for stroking tenderly behind her ears. She moved a little at the gentle stroke and murmured something that wasn't actually words. He had only been one day without her closeness and already he felt like the world was coming to an end.

Sighing again, he padded quietly out of her room, taking every precaution not to wake her. There was still that nagging question of why he was in his sister's room and not his. He knew they hadn't 'done' anything together last night, he would remember something like that. To put his mind to rest he had to check out his room. He cautiously walked down the landing and up to his bedroom door. The noise he heard earlier must have been Liz; she usually gets up quite early on a weekend so it was bound to be her. Mark guessed she was probably down stairs by now. Despite her being up, his sister and most probably his dad were still asleep. In light of this, he made sure he continued being quite until her entered his room.

It was still quite dark as it was only early morning and the curtains were closed in his room. He couldn't see much at first, just shapes. He looked over to his bed, but it only appeared as a shadow to him. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn he was dreaming. For some reason, he had a faint recollection of his older brother returning home. That was absurd; he would remember something as special as that. In spite of a very jumbled and confused head, he pressed on to make sure he wasn't going nuts. When he reached his bed he could visibly see that it was flat, nobody was snoozing away in it. His heart and feeling of hope sank, 'so I was just dreaming,' he thought to himself.

"Morning Marky," the chirpy voice of Charlie came from behind him, making Mark jump and yip in surprise. He spun on his heels to face his brother who was grinning at him from the doorway. His heart fluttered rapidly for not only the reason he had just been scared witless, but also because he found he wasn't dreaming, Charlie really did come home.

He immediately obeyed his first instinct, which was to run towards him at high speed. Not to attack, but to grab his brother around the waist and hug him tightly. Charlie was a little bit taken back by Marks over the top display of affection and it caught him off guard for a second. Then he just smiled, returning the loving hug he was receiving. Mark used to love snuggling up to his brother because he was always so warm and kind to him. Five years later, he had found that nothing had changed. He still loved to nuzzle into him and murr lightly, feeling pleasurable sensations tingle all over his body. Although he didn't really mean it, he cursed both his sister and his brother for having such huggable soft fur that seemed to act like a Mark magnet.

"Hey, nobody asked me if wanted to surrender my bed," he suddenly looked up and said, a note of irritation in his voice. He had only just put the two things together and was a little annoyed, yet it wasn't nearly as much as he was making it out to be. He didn't mind giving up his bed, he just wished somebody had asked him, forgetting that he had been asleep at the time.

"Well you snooze you loose bro," Charlie chuckled evilly with the evil grin to match.

"You scheming evil older brother of mine," he playfully growled at him.

"Those sound like fightin' words to me boy," he grumbled back, putting on a poor impersonation of a Cowboy and pulling a silly face.

"No Charlie! I hate it when you-"

He was cut off by a quick application of Charlie's paws to his sides, rapidly moving his fingers up and down in a tickling motion. Mark severely regretted calling his brother evil as he knew that only gave him an incentive. That and he was the best-damned tickler that the good lord ever created. Mark almost screamed in fits of laughter at being tortured in such a horrific way. The unrelenting wave of tickling fingers powered through his clothes and fur. Charlie had the biggest smirk on his face as he continued to inflict the tormenting nightmare on his little brother. Mark tried to fight back as much and as long as he could, but inevitably his strength failed him. He ended up pinned to the floor by just Charlie's legs, leaving his paws free to tickle at will. Mark writhed, laughed and yelled beneath him; to anybody listening it would have sounded like somebody was being murdered, quite horribly and slowly.

Eventually, the dreadful event came to an end with Charlie feeling he had done enough... for now. Mark panted furiously, still laughing and taking in short quick breathes between laughs. He couldn't open his eyes because of the laughter for some reason. Charlie got up off of him, releasing him of his weight and allowing him movement. He was way to knackered to move and inch, so he just chose to lye there gasping for breath and fidgeting.

To neither of their surprise, they had woken up everyone in the house to the sound of tortured laughter. Without warning the door swung open and in stepped Liz.

"What on earth are you doing to that poor child?" She asked a little bit annoyed about being woken up, although she only asked angrily in a mock angry tone. Mark couldn't answer properly as he was trying desperately to breath and still giggling somewhat.

"I had to teach Marky here a few lessons he seems to have forgotten whilst I was away," he chimed, steeping over in front of Mark practically blocking him from view. He looked over his shoulder and down at the floor were his brother lay only now just about recovering from the ordeal.

"Since I'm up now, I guess I'll go see to breakfast," she sighed a little and shook her head thinking about the old cliché phrase, 'boys will be boys.'

"No chance! I'm going to make the breakfast, I think its probably my turn by now," he told her in a 'there's no changing my mind' sort of way.

"Um... sure, why not, with all the places you've been you must have picked up a few tricks," she said, smiling at his gracious offer.

"Mark still eats bacon right?" he asked. At the mere mention of bacon, Mark's mouth began to water something fierce. His ears were up and twitching, and if in his current position his tail could wag then it would have been. He just wished he wasn't too exhausted to give his brother another hug. Liz exited the room with Charlie close behind. He stopped at the doorframe and turned back to Mark on the floor.

"You gonna be alright," he inquired half-heartedly already knowing he was fine.

"I'm fine... just leave me here to die," he panted, raising a paw weakly and waving at him before sending it crashing back down to the floor.

"Okay then," he replied, leaving Mark to die in piece.

Mark lifted up his heavy top half and sat up straight, puffing slightly as he did. It was early morning and already he was ready to go back to sleep. He shifted his bottom on the carpet a little, finding his waist to be quite uncomfortable. He thought maybe his boxers had got caught up in the fray and were now stretched tightly around his waist. He sighed and looked down to see what the problem was for himself. He froze in shock, staring down at his crotch were his jeans had tented outwards. He blushed furiously and even though he knew nobody was watching, he instinctively threw his paws down to cover his bulging erection.

'How long did I have that?' He asked him, turning even redder through his fur. 'Did Charlie know about it?' The knot in his stomach grew larger and the feeling of sickness rising became more apparent. 'Oh my god! Did mum see?" He screamed inside his head. She had been standing there watching. Then he came to realise that there was a more relevant question, one that was more frightening and embarrassing than the last ones. 'Why did I even get hard?' He physically trembled at the thought, as if it was painful to even contemplate. The only one explanation he could think of, was that he got an erection whilst being tickled by his brother. He shook the thought away thinking that could or would never happen. Granted it was exciting... but surely not in that way!

With all the embarrassment, by the time he looked down again his member had retracted back into his sheath effectively relieving him of his discomfort. However, his cheeks were still fiery hot and glowing red under fur. He had to wait a while before they turned back to their normal colour and for the sickening feeling in his stomach to subside.

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The morning and afternoon flashed by without anybody realising it. After a truly lip-smacking breakfast cooked by Charlie, the rest of the day for Mark had been spent practically attached to his brother. He had so much to show him and Charlie was more than happy to oblige. They played a few death matches on his gamestation and watched television for a bit. Since Charlie was in between jobs at the moment he could afford to spend time with his brother. Mark secretly hoped that Charlie didn't find work so that he was his to keep throughout the up and coming summer holidays.

The evening dragged on and the sun set beyond the horizon, leaving darkness in its absence. The entire family, including Derek, were gathered in the lounge. They were sat strategically so they could all view the wide screen television in the corner. Derek was sat in the armchair just opposite the TV; Liz had the two-seat sofa all by herself as Mark, Charlie and Hazel sat together on the three-seat sofa. They were watching a film chosen by none other than Charlie.

Earlier that evening, Mark had told Charlie that he was particularly fond of horror films and would watch them when everybody went to bed, simply because he wasn't allowed to watch them. In light of that, Charlie felt quite pleased because he too was somewhat of a horror film fan. In fact, he had packed some of his most violent DVD's with him, remembering that even at a young age Mark had always been interested in the more gory films rather than those features cute furry talking animals.

So that was what they were all doing, watching a particularly messy horror film. Derek did not exactly approve of such films, especially because Mark was five years to young for the certificate. But he let him slide now and then on special occasions such as this. Liz was certainly not a fan, yet she put up with them if they had a compelling plot. Hazel hated them, much too strong for her taste; she would take the cute furry talking animals any day. Despite that, she watched it with the family anyway just so she could be with them. That and next week she got to choose the film, since it was unfair that she had to suffer.

Hazel spent most of the evening with her head tucked cowardly way under Marks arm. She knew trying that with Charlie was not a good idea, for more than one reason. She knew he was an evil sod and would lift his arm at the really nasty bits so she had to watch. He would say it was the only way to become 'desensitised' to the violence, but she was perfectly happy with her senses the way they were. Liz was relatively satisfied, as this film did not contain an axe-wielding maniac perusing a bunch of teenagers, although there was maniac she still didn't get too bored. Derek fell to sleep like he usually did during films. Mark and Charlie both thoroughly enjoyed it, finding it to be a non-stop thrill ride of gore and mutilation, although Charlie had seen it before he still enjoyed watching it, especially with his younger brother.

The film ended in the classic 'killer comes back for one last scare before getting thwarted again at the last second.' Even though practically everyone had been systematically hacked to pieces one by one, come the end, the survivors were smiling and laughing like nothing had happened.

Scarily, everyone yawned widely almost simultaneously. The credits rolled by as they began to stretch and stand up. Hazel, finally feeling safe, appeared from under Marks arm and breathed a sigh of relief that she got through it with as little fright as possible.

"Come on Mark, time for bed, you've got school tomorrow young man," Liz said sternly, looking directly at Mark. He shrank a little into his shoulders and his ears dropped. School. That irritating nuisance between him and his brother. He sighed deeply, leaving the room to go up stairs. Hazel was next to go up stairs and perform the usual night rituals like brushing teeth and whatnot.

"What shall we do about dad... um Derek," Charlie asked his mum, breaking off the sentence a little at the end. She glanced at him with a slightly disappointed look on her face, although she did not say what was on her mind.

"Just leave him, no point waking him up, besides, he'll only keep me up with his Rhino like snoring," she chuckled light heartedly. Charlie just smiled.

"Good night mum, I'll see you in the morning," he said, leaving the room in ere silence.

Liz stood without a sound, looking over at Derek. She had a somewhat saddened expression and a light sigh escaped her muzzle. She wanted so much for his father to love his son again and deep down she knew he did. He just couldn't show it and accept what he did. It tore her heart to pieces to think about her little baby whom she raised from birth out in the world alone at only sixteen. He's gone through many major events in his life and she'd missed them. She couldn't hate her husband for what he did, but it hurt her to think he had such a dark side. 'He allowed him over, that's at least a start,' she said to herself. She thought herself lucky that he wasn't a completely narrow-minded traditionalist and loved her enough to let him stay for a while. She took one last look at him before flicking off the light and leaving the lounge to go to bed.

Meanwhile, Hazel was in the bathroom cleaning her teeth. She had already changed into her nightgown and was standing over the sink in front of the mirror. Whilst she was already looking at her reflection she took the time to look herself over. She stuck out her chest to see her breasts extend and lift. Her nipples could be easily seen through the relatively thin imitation silk nightie. She cupped her paws under her breasts and lifted them up. She did wish they were a little bigger, but she was all right with them the way they were.

There was no warning as the door opened and in stepped Charlie. Hazel immediately snapped her left paw to her side and her right back to her toothbrush, which had been in her mouth the whole time. Charlie walked in silently, almost a little shyly. Hazel blushed red from cheeks to ears and put on a front by continuing to nonchalantly brush her teeth. It was lucky Charlie didn't realise that she and been brushing for at least five minutes now, so much so that the froth was spilling from the sides of her muzzle. She spat and rinsed getting rid of most of the now acidy mint taste. The exchanged awkward smiles that they new said 'goodnight' as Hazel went to pad her way out the door. As she passed by Charlie, he purposefully whipped his big blue fluffy tail across her exposed leg, getting a stifled gasp from Hazel. She ignored it and fled the scene hurriedly, not wanting to look back. Charlie just smiled to himself and stepped up to the toilet to relieve himself.

The small incident was easily brushed aside and chalked up to just as simple accident, a quick twitch of the tail that was all. She had no need to knock on her own door, as it was her room, so she just went in unnoticed. She felt a multitude of feelings when she saw Mark. Embarrassment was the first, awkwardness was second, then finally the need to laugh. She couldn't stop a giggle from escaping, making Mark turned his head around to see what that was. He became rigged in his arched position and started to go red. He had unfortunately been applying his boxers at the time of her entrance. What was more unfortunate was the fact that he was facing away from the door. It meant that Hazel had a wonderful view of his backside and nothing was hidden from her sight. She couldn't stop staring at his balls dangling between his legs and for some reason it made her giggle. One last unfortunate thing was that his tail was erected in the air, showing off his tail hole to his sister. Okay they'd slept together, but a tail hole was something all together different to Mark.

In the struggle to apply his boxers quickly and hide his shame, what he thought was shame, he got caught up in his undergarments and toppled over. He hit the floor sideways with a thud. Hazel started to giggle louder at the almost rehearsed comical show in front of her. He flopped around on the floor like a fish out of water for a while, before she finally decided he needed help. She approached him and when he saw her he looked down at the floor between his exposed legs. She rolled her eyes and knelt down grabbing a hold of his knotted boxers and sorting them out. But instead of letting him pull them up his legs, she pulled them down and off instead. Mark needed no other hint than that and was helped by his sister's paw to stand up.

Both were quite aroused at this point, Mark could smell her wonderful scent drift up into his nose. His body immediately reacted and the red tip of his penis slid out of its sheath. They pressed their bodies together in a tight embrace of love and passion. They joined in a kiss of almost desperation, each needing it as much as the other. Mark's paws explored her back, rubbing sensually all over making her quiver and tingle. Hazel took the time to explore her brother's mouth with her tongue, sliding under and over his. She felt the familiar poking of Mark's erection prodding just between her thighs; if he were any taller he would be at a perfect height with her. They broke the kiss reluctantly and looked down to see Mark's arousal. They both smiled and Hazel murred in anticipation.

"Mark are you in there sweety?" The sound of their mothers voice rained down on their fire, effectively extinguishing their passion.

"Yeah mum," he sighed, half-heartedly answering.

"Okay, just wanted to say goodnight and good night to you Hazel," she chimed happily through the door.

"Thanks mum, night," they answered in practical unison. Liz walked back down the landing and went straight into her bedroom to get some much-needed sleep.

They breathed heavy sighs of extreme annoyance and also relief. They both gave each other looks as if to say, 'its like she knows!' If she were to walk in on them like that then it would have been game over. Mark had lost his lust and his penis had retracted back into its sheath, Hazel too no longer felt much in the mood. They just gave each other a peck on the cheek and a quick affectionate nuzzle of necks together, before heading to separate beds. Hazel slipped off her nightie, leaving her naked, and crawled under the covers all of a sudden feeling a wash of drowsiness. Mark had no need to remove clothes, as he wasn't wearing any, he simply led down on the lonely camp bed and tried his best to sleep.

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It was another sleepless night for Mark; he just couldn't stop thinking about Charlie. So many things about him were a mystery, the biggest of which was still unknown to him. He's thought about it a thousand times before and that is not the number he is going to stop at, 'Why did he get kicked out?' That seemingly simply question was the bane of Marks mind, but despite that, there was a much more pressing matter, one which was causing Mark a great deal of worry and distress. He kept replaying the event over and over in his head, feeling that he was missing something. 'Why did I get hard when Charlie was tickling me? It didn't feel good in that way... did it?' Mark had, at one time, thought that getting an erection over his sister was pretty bad, but he grew to accept that because she was the perfect girl for him. His brother was a boy, no not a boy a man, a fully-grown blue wolf with a car and responsibilities. It was a whole knew level of panic station and the most frightening question that he asked himself was, 'Does it make me gay?'

He shook his thoughts away like he frequently did, focusing his mind on something other than his older brother. That's what brought him onto the topic of his sexual frustration, he usually managed to get off at least once a day, but alone time has been unfortunately limited. Anyway, pawing off had lost its appeal since he found an even greater way to gain pleasure. He smiled cheekily, there was nothing stopping him from playing a little with his sister, everyone was asleep.

He threw his blanket aside and rolled off the low camp bed, picking himself up off the floor. He sneaked over to the foot of Hazel's bed and lifted up the covers with one paw. The other paw pulled off his boxers as he stepped out of them allowing them to fall to the ground. He slid his naked body underneath her sheets, crawling on his belly like a skilled commando would under barbed wire. Surprisingly, his weighty shifting up to the pillows did not wake his sister, meaning he had planned this well. He gently flipped over onto his side to face her in the close quarters of the single bed. His lips were barely an inch from hers. He chose to just lye there and stare at her while she slept peacefully. He carefully placed a paw on her side; he could feel her slow steady breathing. He rubbed up and down lightly, inciting a long unconscious exhale from her. He smiled, thinking that she must have been having a wonderful dream.

He couldn't contain himself any longer; he pressed his lips up to hers, only hers were slightly warmer. She started to stir now; her eyelids flashed open a few times as she came out of her sleep. It was certainly an odd awakening for her, never had she been woken up with a tongue half way in to her mouth before. Her first instinct was to recoil in fright as she had no idea who was kissing her and the brain likes to play dirty tricks form time to time so I could have been anyone. She was stunned as there was a familiar taste in her mouth, but she was unable to put a finger on it. Her mind was three steps behind her body and she was incapable of identifying the fur kissing her.

"No! Stop it! Get away!" She whined loudly, closing her eyes and pushing Mark away from her.

"Huh? W-what... Hazel it's me... It's Mark, please calm down," he pleaded as she struggled away from him. He placed a paw on her head and smoothed it with gentle strokes.

"Mark?" She whimpered.

"Yes, it's just me, I'm here," he whispered in a soothing tone.

She quickly thrust herself into an embrace with her brother, hiding her eyes in his chest fur. Mark wrapped his arms around her to try and stop her from quivering so much. She whined something incoherently in to his chest. Mark rubbed her back sympathetically, making a shushing sound whilst cradling his sister in his arms. He had no clue what brought this on, but what ever it was, it was obviously quite distressing.

"I'm so sorry Mark, I didn't hurt you did I?" She questioned uneasily, fearing that she had caused him harm. He shook his head and smiled, looking into her delicate blue eyes with so much love and so much compassion. He made quick tentative licks at her checks and the sides of her muzzle. She nuzzled into him further, feeling safe and loved. She started to lick him back and eventually their tongues lapped against the others. They connected in another kiss, this time Hazel was fully conscious and knew whom she was kissing. Mark could feel her need for security and hugged her closer, making them both feel contented and warm.

His paws explored her rump a little, squeezing ever so tenderly and playing with her gorgeously bushy tail. Hazel meanwhile, felt her way around his whole body. Her paws ran up and along his fur getting him to make tiny shivers of pleasure now and again. She felt so soft in his palms, so smooth and so warm. He would spend eternity in her arms just holding her and kissing her until the world itself ended. He would allow nothing to get in the way of this now, nothing at all.

Hazel let her paws drift down his sides, over around his stomach and down to his crotch. He murred pleasantly as she stimulated his, half erected cock out of its sheath. She wrapped her whole paw around her brother and slid down to the base. Mark instinctively bucked his hips into her encircling paw, trying to get even more pleasure. Hazel slowly brought her paw back up to his very tip and teased the underside with her fluffy fingertips. His shaft twitched involuntarily and Mark shudder as once again the paw was sent down to his base. His pre-cum trickled out of his tip and flowed down his penis, wetting Hazels fur as its slimy properties oozed onto her. Mark moaned with a hint of a howl hidden deep beneath the carnal cry. He took hold of her arm, effectively stopping her from continuing to pleasure him. She gave him and odd questioning look, but he only smiled.

"Are you sure you want to?" He asked. It was certainly a strange question for such a time and Hazel was quite confused by it. To her, that was a rhetorical question.

"Are you kidding? What kind of question is that?" She countered him with a rhetorical question of her own.

"You just seemed a little bit down earlier, I just didn't want it to seem like I was forcing you to," he didn't come over as sentimental as he would have liked for fear of ruining the moment.

"Shut up and kiss me bro," she ordered with a deep groan of lust. They shared in another kiss, although somehow this one seemed better. It felt as if Hazel was trying to deep throat his tongue, whilst trying to get him to do the same. He felt the unchanged warming paw wrap around his stiff erection once more. He broke off unexpectedly; leaving his sister with half closed eyes and a mind lost to desire.

"At least let me do this for you first," he murmured softly into her ear at a level lower than a whisper.

They collapsed onto the bed together, shaking its foundations and causing ripples over the mattress. Mark lay on top with his paws and knees supporting him above Hazel. One paw tenderly smoothed its way down her purest white belly fur until it reached her slit. He teased her clit with a thumb at first, receiving a small moan from his sister. He rolled over the hard little nub several times, making her quake beneath him. His fingers slipped down in between her pussy lips and ran all the way down to her tail hole, pressing one finger lightly against it. She squeaked and clenched at this new kind of touch, it felt good but she still couldn't help her body's natural reactions.

His attention was once again drawn to her gleaming cunt and he teased her with tiny little rubs around her outer lips. She clamped her paws together making two tight fists. She bit her lip hard and shook again in agony, though she loved being toyed with she hated having to wait so long. She pushed her hips onto his exploring fingers, begging for him to do more to her. He met her half way and slid a single digit into her vagina. He could feel her slick cunt walls contract around him, bringing him further inside. A second finger was swiftly inserted as his speed became faster and more urgent. She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy as her brother continued to finger fuck her.

Mark penetrated all the way to his knuckles, each time he thrust he paw into her she humped back on him. His thumb flicked over her click once more and stimulated her to new heights of carnal satisfaction. Her juices started to gush more fluently from her punished slit, covering Marks fingers and paw. Her fluids ran down between her inner thighs, soaking her fur and pooling in a shimmering sticky puddle on the quilt. She climaxed hard around his fingers, having to stuff her paw into her mouth to stop her from screaming out loud. A torrent of feminine fluids cascaded from her, creating an even bigger mess than before.

Marks nostrils were a flame with the glorious scent of his sister's cum. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity and filling his senses to overload point. He withdrew his fingers and was enthused to dive his tongue deep into her pink flesh. His taste buds were in heaven as the sweet liquid of his sister overflowed his maw, leaking from the sides of his muzzle. He drew out vast amounts of cum by forcing his rough tongue as far as he could reach. Then retracted it back out of her, heavy with the wanted prize and deposited the gooey liquid down his throat. He could feel the warmth travel all the way down and settle into his stomach, feeling nice and warm inside of him.

A series of lighter, not as deep lap's at her pussy and clit was enough for Hazel to come to another climax. It was smaller this time, but none the less, it was powerful. Mark was prepared with his tongue and mouth in place as the stream continued to flow. The never ending supply of delicious produce, poured in to his maw and almost immediately passed over his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed hard, finding it difficult to breath. The muffled sound of Hazel's second orgasm was sweet music to his ears and played like birdsong.

He lapped at her sticky slit a few more times, before moving away. He murred in delight as he licked his lips clean of residue, stretching his tongue as far across the rest of his face as he could, wanting every last drop. His sodden fingers found their way to her cunt again and slipped very easily back inside. It was unbelievably hot and slippery as his fingers cupped some more fluid and drew back out. She quivered in pleasure and bit down hard upon her paw to muffle her cries. The fingers were sniffed and readily licked clean by an eager Mark.

Hazel removed the paw from her mouth and her tongue lolled out of her muzzle. Her chest heaved and her breathing was stunted. Each breath she took didn't seem to satisfy her need for air. Her eyes weakly opened, a blur of tears marred her sight and the shady figure of her brother appeared over her. She felt warm lips pressed against hers and returned the kiss as best she could. Shattered by two climaxes, her body lay limp and lifeless, just trying to regain some energy. If it wasn't for one nagging thought, she would have closed her eyes and let the dark envelope her. She felt Marks lips leave hers and she forced her eyes to open fully.

"Surely you want more fun than that," she panted harshly. She pointed down at his throbbing erection, making Mark look and smile.

"How did you guess?" He asked in a sarcastic tone with a grin.

She opened her legs wide and allowed her brother to lye with his legs in between hers. He steadied his aim with a still quite sticky right paw and guided his way in. He slipped amid her slit, losing inch after inch to her soaked depths. Her passage was incredibly slick with a mixture of her juices and Marks saliva. His member passed into her with little resistance and they were soon bumping groins together. Hazel let fly a soft growling moan, her arms wrapped tightly around Marks neck and down his back. She gripped onto his fur with her claws and tensed them. Her cunt muscles contracted around her brother cock trying to keep it with in her as it slowly slid from her depths.

Mark groaned as he withdrew himself completely, not even leaving his tip inside. He looked down upon his glossy foxhood and felt the erg to force his way back in, surrounding his most sensitive organ back into the close warming confines of his sister's sopping wet vagina. He cried out again and had to bring himself down to her level to moan into her neck fur, muffling his sounds. He withdrew once more, only to slam straight back in, burying himself completely. There was a wet slapping sound as her fluids leaked out from the seal and spilled out over the sides of their coupling. Hazel bit down on Marks shoulder to stop another wave of pleasure from making her scream her lungs dry of air.

He was slow with her, not over eager, insuring that their mating didn't end too quickly. He was calm and composed, enjoying the closeness with his sister more than the sex. He removed his paws from her hips and slid them underneath her body. He picked her up off the bed and into his arms, all the time pumping in to her at a steady rate. Her tender body and soft fur, was all he really wanted right now. Still, It didn't stop him from enjoying their shared carnal lust.

His slow rhythmic humps brought on numerous grunts from both of them each time he fully hilted himself. He could feel her hot breath on his neck and her paws grip his back ever tighter, pulling painfully at his fur. There was an almighty howl as his shoulder vibrated from Hazel punished vocal cords. She screamed throughout her third and most powerful climax, desperately trying to cover her sounds with fur.

Mark could feel each and every authoritative contraction around his shaft, increasing his own pleasure. It was his turn to hold her tightly, although he did not clench as much as she did. His approaching orgasm dictated his speed and he finally gave in to his primeval yearning to fuck the living daylights out of her. His hips slammed his groin in to hers at a remarkable speed. The accuracy and sudden ferociousness of her brother's, almost desperate humping, kept her at the peak of her climax. Her throat was dry and her voice disappeared in to am inaudible moan. Her back arched, forcing her body down onto his and what ever cum she had left in her body, flowed from her tormented slit.

He could not hold on any longer as his finally orgasmed within her. His cock began to tremor with pleasure, his sac tighten against his body. His love poured into her like a waterfall, cascading in thick jets of sticky fluid coating her walls in its magnificence. He groaned long and loud into her neck, closing his eyes tight as his body underwent a massive amount of ecstasy. He stopped breathing, his chest became taught and restricted, he felt like he was suffocating. Although above all, he could feel yet more waves of pleasure spray from his shaft, filling the cavernous hole he resided in. Hazel too could feel each and every powerful squirt of her brother's produce. She whimpered as her orgasm finally came to its close and she was left with a warm feeling inside.

Exhausted and thoroughly fucked, Hazel's body went limp and she collapsed back onto the pillow behind her, physically unable to stay sat up. She could her the slopping sound of her brother withdrawal and she felt as if something was missing when he finally left her sodden cunt. Mark was also pretty shattered, but more awake than his sister. By the time he had laid comfortably down next to her, she was snoozing peacefully.

He smiled in the afterglow and put one arm over her, bringing her in to a small embrace. He kissed her on the lips and smoothed her head, running his fingers through her golden hair. His eyelids became heavy and consciousness started to slip away in to darkness.

The faint sounds of movement could be heard outside Hazel's bedroom. Mark immediately blinked open his eyes only having just closed them. His ears twitched in the direction of the door and he listened carefully. There it was again, almost like gentle footsteps but he was not quite sure what to make of it. His natural fox curiosity drove him to get up and investigate. He told himself it was nothing and he was just being silly, but he heard it again. His head swivelled back to Hazel whom he thankfully found still sleeping.

He reached the door and opened it cautiously, silently twisting the handle until it pulled free of the catch.

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Sorry to leave it on a cliff hanger guys, I know how annoying they can be, but those are the breaks sometimes, just have to put up with it I'm afraid ;)

I can't give an exact date for the next one (you understand) but I am aiming to get it posted before January 2008.

Hope you enjoyed!