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Sprawled out on the couch, Frosty let out a soft "hrmph" as he surfed through channels. He was home alone for the evening while Surge and James were out running errands. He'd be alone for several hours, at least. The TV flickered as he flipped from one channel to the next, not seeming to find anything of interest. His tail thumped lightly against the couch, displaying his annoyance as he browsed.

Frosty's ears perked when his phone buzzed, dancing slowly across the coffee table. He snatched it up before it could wander out of reach to investigate. There was a text message waiting for him on the screen.

"Woke up from a nap with wood. Shame you're not here to help."

His cheeks flushed brightly. The message was from his older brother, who enjoyed tormenting Frosty as often as he could. They had a rather special relationship, though; one that Frosty kept under wraps. He'd been sexually active with the older cheetah ever since he'd first come out that he was gay. Of course, Frosty had been fantasizing about him much longer than that.

Frosty's tail flicked back and forth across the couch as he tapped out a reply. "I've got the house to myself for a couple hours. Keep me company?"

He waited patiently for a response, eyes glued to the glowing screen. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, but eventually the phone came to life in his fingers. A message popped up on the screen a moment later.

"I can do more than that ;3. Put on something nice, kitten. I'll be there in a few."

Frosty nearly leapt off the couch with excitement. He hadn't seen his brother in a long while. While the older cheetah lived within driving distance, he was often too caught up in his line of work to visit his younger brother. Despite his busy schedule, though, he regularly found time to torment and tease Frosty with suggestive text messages and the occasional photo.

Scurrying to his bedroom, Frosty hummed to himself as he rummaged through his closet to pick out something more suitable for the occasion. He could just as easily remain in his pajamas, because the end result would be the same, but he wanted to spice things up a little for the other cheetah. Humming quietly, he slipped out of his pajamas and stripped down, leaving himself only in a pink thong. He pulled on a pair of grey stockings and smoothed them down, followed by a matching pair of arm warmers.

As tempted as he was to answer the door in stockings and a thong, Frosty slipped into a close-fitting skirt and his pink "princess" tank top. The small top hugged Frosty's torso closely, leaving his midriff exposed and accentuating feminine curves. He inspected himself in the mirror to ensure that everything looked right, smoothing out his skirt before he gave a little twirl and giggled. He could barely contain his excitement, practically skipping back to the living room with a small bottle of lube in hand.

Frosty leapt onto the couch, stretching out on his stomach and kicking his feet in the air. His tail flicked back and forth quickly as he plucked his phone from the coffee table. There was another message waiting for him from his brother.

"Just a little something to look forward to." Accompanying the text was a photo, up close and personal, of the older cheetah's erect penis.

"Oh my." The sight made Frosty squirm on the couch, his cheeks burning hotly. The image of the cheetah's erection brought back vivid memories of previous encounters with his brother. His fondest memory was an intense experience in the shower, when Frosty snuck in with his brother and ended up pinned against the wall by the larger cheetah. Frosty's eyes closed as his mind wandered, purring audibly. It wasn't long before he was idly grinding against the couch, so lost in his own imagination of the vivid scene that he couldn't help himself.

A firm knock on the door snapped Frosty from his daze. The cheetah's round ears stood erect as he gasped, then leapt excitedly off the couch. He was at the front door in a blur, heart fluttering from anticipation. Taking a deep breath to calm himself somewhat, Frosty twisted the door handle and pulled open the door. The sight that greeted him was enough to make the smaller white cheetah swoon.

Standing on his doorstep was a handsome tawny cheetah in a brown bomber jacket and blue jeans. His body was finely sculpted from years of working out, filling out the jacket with defined muscles. Despite the tone of his body, the cat still possessed a slender physique that was unique to his species. A playful smirk crept over the other cheetah's muzzle when he laid eyes on his little brother. His tail flicked quickly in approval as he whistled.

"Hello, Frosty. Looking as good as ever, I see." The smooth, somewhat deep tone was music to Frosty's ears. Before he could reply, the bigger cat stepped forward and pulled Frosty into a tight hug. He bundled the white feline up against himself, making Frosty grunt softly as the air was squeezed out of his lungs.

"Hello, Max," Frosty purred as the bear hug let up. "It's good to see you again."

The tawny cheetah grinned, resting his paws on Frosty's lower back. "I bet it is. I'm sure you've missed this, you little slut." One of Max's paws fell away from Frosty's back. He took the cheetah's slender paw in his own and guided it to his crotch, pressing Frosty's palm against a firm bulge. Frosty's cheeks flushed as he felt the cheetah's erection straining against his jeans. He rubbed slowly up and down, feeling out his brother's length through his pants. The gentle caress made the bigger cat growl, nuzzling Frosty between the ears as the white feline felt him up.

Sniffing lightly to take in his younger brother's scent, Max smiled. The familiar vanilla aroma that he'd grown so fond of was spiked with a hint of arousal. He wasn't the only one worked up. His paws wandered to Frosty's backside while the cheetah fondled him, giving the smaller spottycat a firm squeeze that made him squeak quietly. The noise made Max chuckle, giving the tip of Frosty's ear a soft nibble.

Feeling a bit more adventurous, Frosty's paw drifted up to trace idly along the rim of Max's pants. His fingertips danced through soft fur for a moment before dipping beneath the waistline, but his wrist was squeezed gently and pulled away. Frosty glanced up with an inquisitive mewl, meeting a warm smile and a soft shake of the head.

"I know you're happy to see me, but let's at least close the door."

Giving the white cheetah's rump a firm squeeze, Max chuckled as he stepped forward and hunched down. He scooped an arm beneath Frosty's knees, the other one sliding up to his back. The smaller cat shrieked in surprise as he was swept off his feet and lifted into Max's arms. Chuckling softly, Max hugged his brother close while he tapped the door closed with his foot. His tail swished back and forth contently as he carried Frosty into the living room, pausing to give him a nip on the neck before he dropped him onto the couch.

Frosty giggled as he bounced lightly into the plush sofa. He stretched out, draping his arms over the armrest and wiggling his hips temptingly at the other cat. Max smirked as he unzipped his bomber jacket, sliding it off and dropping it on the floor. He offered a stretch of his own, flexing his muscles to show off to the smaller cat. Frosty's cheeks flushed at the display, fidgeting on the sofa as his brother slid closer.

"So cute," Max chuckled softly. "You always did know how to make yourself look as molestable as possible."

The older cheetah gently eased Frosty over on the couch, leaving himself enough room to slide in next to him. He snuck an arm beneath his brother's shoulders, giving him a soft squeeze while his erection pressed against the smaller cheetah's hip. Frosty attempted to roll to face his brother, but another soft squeeze prevented him from doing so.

"Just lay back and relax, Frosty. You deserve to be spoiled a little for getting yourself all prettied up for me."

Max smirked softly and licked his brother's cheek, rubbing the slender cat's belly in slow circles. The pink fabric bunched up beneath his fingers, partially exposing Frosty's soft white underbelly. He combed his fingers through the snowy fuzz, enticing the smaller cat to stretch. Max's eyes drifted down when Frosty stretched, admiring the shapely curves of his younger brother's body. He had a distinctly feminine quality to his figure, making the white feline all the more tantalizing.

Sliding his paw across Frosty's flat stomach, he drifted to the cheetah's waist before petting downward over his hip. The tawny paw paused a moment to squeeze Frosty's hip, earning a delicious-looking wiggle. The motion made Max smirk, tipping his muzzle down to bury it against Frosty's neck. That tempting shake was one of Frosty's trademarks. It was his way of expressing his sexual needs to his lover, and an effective one at that. The urge to bury himself in the smaller cat was strong as ever.

The older cat settled with a firm grind for now, pressing his erection against Frosty's hip while his paw pulled gently at the other. He placed a soft nip on the side of Frosty's neck, causing him to tense up for a moment and shiver. Frosty closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing more of his neck to his brother. The orange cheetah obliged him with a soft growl, kissing down Frosty's neck to his shoulder while his paw slid along the outside of a spotted white thigh.

Max's fingers drifted over the thin fabric covering his brother's thighs. Grey stockings hugged the cheetah's body perfectly, accenting the natural definition. They disappeared beneath Frosty's skirt, tempting the older cheetah to discover just how far up they went. Max rubbed down to Frosty's knee, passing briefly over it before he caressed up the inside of Frosty's thigh. He felt a shiver of anticipation rattle the white cat's body when his fingertips brushed against the bottom of Frosty's skirt.

Grinning to himself, Max slipped his paw beneath the blue fabric. The cheetah's body was noticeably warmer the farther he traveled up the skirt. Max gave his thigh a soft squeeze as he placed a soft love bite on Frosty's neck. The simultaneous actions made Frosty squirm and whine, hips wiggling subtly against the cushion. Max knew what his younger brother wanted, but he wasn't going to let him have it just yet.

The older cat's paw slip up farther, stopping just short of Frosty's pink thong. He could feel heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric. His fingertips carefully traced upward until he met the lower edge of the thong, sending another shiver up Frosty's back. Max curled his fingertips, pressing dull claws lightly into the fur lining Frostys thong. His clawtips raked gently through the smaller cheetah's fur, tickling sensitive areas. Frosty whined quietly as his brother teased him, silently begging for more.

Tipping his head up, Max growled quietly into Frosty's ear as his paw slid over the front of his pink thong. He could feel the smaller cat's length throbbing beneath that thin layer, aching for attention. Max wasn't ready to indulge him just yet, however. He lightly nipped the tip of Frosty's ear, making his little brother whimper quietly when he pulled away and sat up. Frosty's cheeks were glowing, giving the smaller cat a pink hue beneath that spotted white fur.

"I think that's enough teasing," Max purred. "It's time for you to put that cute face to work."

Frosty mewled softly and fidgeted on the couch at his brother's request. As anxious as he was to be mounted, he'd never pass up an opportunity to taste his brother. He eventually nodded, much to Max's satisfaction. The tawny feline ran his fingertips over Frosty's fuzzy belly before he eased away from the smaller cat. Moving to the opposite end of the couch, Max propped himself up against the plush armrest and beckoned to his brother with a curled finger. Frosty was quick to oblige, rolling to one side so he could push himself up.

The white feline's hips swayed temptingly as he crawled toward Max on all-fours, giving his brother a flirty smile. He reached down to rub his fingers appreciatively over a defined stomach, tracing along the edges of the cat's abdominals. He giggled when Max flexed, the cheetah's fuzzy middle turning almost rock solid. His fingers slowly danced lower over the cat's toned belly, pausing when he brushed along the waistline of Max's jeans. He gave his brother an inquisitive gaze, ears perked as he waited for permission. This time, Max didn't shoo him away. He gave a little nod and a warm smile.

"Go on, kitten. Don't tell me you've suddenly become timid."

Frosty giggled quietly as he popped open the button holding his brother's jeans shut. Max's zipper came down a moment later, revealing a hefty bulge in a pair of red boxers. A familiar musky scent wafted up from the cat's open jeans as Frosty leaned down to nuzzle him. Taking a deep breath, Frosty filled his lungs with the nearly-intoxicating aroma. The heady scent of the cat's arousal made him shiver excitedly. He curled his fingers around Max's jeans and peeled them off the cheetah's hips, inching them down with a helpful lift from his older brother.

A white spotted tail swayed rhythmically as Frosty leaned in to rub his nose against his brother's hidden package. He could feel Max's groin flexing as he lightly nuzzled his way to the tip of the bulge, where a moist spot was already beginning to darken the red fabric. He lapped over that wet patch, earning a hushed groan from his brother's lips. Cooing quietly at the lightly musky flavor, Frosty gently mouthed over his brother's shaft, stretching his boxers taut around the tip. The tawny feline's hips rolled eagerly, grinding himself against the petite white muzzle. He wanted more, and Frosty knew it.

Purring softly, Frosty lapped over the tip of his brother's length before he drew his muzzle away. He carefully bit the elastic waistband and pulled back, assaulting his senses with a fresh wave of musk as he exposed his brother's erection. He tugged the front of Max's boxers down before he let go, leaving them tucked beneath the cheetah's sac.

Max's fuzzy cream-colored orbs stood proudly against the red fabric, tempting Frosty to steal a lick. As he leaned in to do so, however, a paw firmly gripped the back of his head. Max ground his hips upward as he pushed his little brother's muzzle into his crotch, rolling against him lewdly. Heat rushed into Frosty's face as the older cheetah rubbed against him, marking his little brother's fur with musk. It was the only thing Frosty could smell, making the slender cat squirm with desire.

Eventually the heavy paw let up, allowing Frosty to free his nose from Max's sac. He wasn't in a hurry to remove it, however. Nuzzling lightly against the warm orbs, his pink tongue slid out to roll along the underside of the cheetah's sac. Max inhaled sharply when the tip of Frosty's tongue bumped into his taint, clenching involuntarily for a moment. Grinning, Frosty indulged his brother with another lick before slowly easing his head away. His pink tongue followed the light crease between his brother's balls, creeping upward until it met the rim of Max's sheath.

Frosty's tongue retreated into his muzzle before he continued, placing soft kisses along the underside of the older cheetah's thick length. He followed the slight ridge all the way to the head, finishing with a kiss directly on the glistening tip. Max's paw returned to the white feline's neck once more, massaging softly as he grinned down at his brother.

" Have a proper taste, sweetie. We both know how much you enjoy sucking my cock."

The slender cat shivered visibly at that and squirmed. Frosty needed little encouragement at this point, but he loved that sort of teasing. Hearing it from his older brother made it that much better, and Max knew it. Reaching up to curl his thumb and forefinger around the base of Max's shaft, Frosty gently tipped the cheetah's thick erection toward himself. He placed another kiss on the drooling tip, letting a growing bead of precum smear over his lips. His tongue crept over his bottom teeth, cradling the head of his brother's shaft as he eased it past his lips.

Max pet over Frosty's ears as he watched his reddish-pink length slowly disappear into the smaller cat's muzzle. Grinding himself against the cheetah's lips, it was clear that Max wanted more than an inch or two of his length tucked inside. Frosty seemed eager to oblige his brother, but he wasn't going to rush things. His lips suckled lightly around the pulsing shaft as he welcomed it into his muzzle's warm embrace, making the older cheetah groan under his breath. Feeling a bit less patient than his little brother, Max gently pulled at the back of Frosty's head and rolled his hips forward, grinding himself deeper until the tip of his shaft poked the back of his brother's throat.

Frosty could feel his cheeks burning as his brother insistently ground against his lips. He normally enjoyed taking his time, but it was clear what Max cat wanted tonight. Frosty's chest rumbled softly as he slid closer to his brother, placing him in a better position over the older cheetah's lap. A gentle gulp coaxed the head into Frosty's throat, earning a hushed growl from the older cheetah. Max's paw kneaded appreciatively up and down the snowy cat's neck, coaxing Frosty to ease the rest of the way down.

A warm pink tongue lightly tickled the base of that thick length while Frosty mouthed his way down the remaining inches of exposed flesh. He paused once his lips "kissed" Max's retracted sheath, savoring the familiar feeling of his brother's length throbbing in his throat. With his nose now pressed against his brother's pubic fur, each breath Frosty drew in was heavy with the scent of an aroused cat. His fingers lightly squeezed Max's hips, massaging them in slow circles while his body absorbed the intoxicating aroma.

When Frosty attempted to draw back, the older cheetah's paw grew heavier, holding him in place for a moment. A muffled whine escaped Frosty's lips, followed by another light gulp that pulled at Max's shaft. Max didn't want to let him up just yet, loving the sensation of warm flesh tugging determinedly at his member each time Frosty swallowed. A slightly more insistent tug convinced Max to relax his hand, allowing Frosty to ease off that thick length before he gagged. As talented as the slender cat was, he still had trouble deep-throating his brother for more than a few moments at a time.

A soft slurp accompanied the upward motion as Frosty's muzzle retreated, sending a cool breeze down Max's shaft. A gentle roll of the cheetah's hips and a soft tug encouraged Frosty to ease his muzzle back down a moment later. Frosty didn't resist, allowing himself to be pulled down into Max's lap once more. Once his lips were nestled against the cream-colored sheath, however, Max's paw retreated from the back of his head. Max draped one arm along the top of the couch while the other rested at his side, giving Frosty full reign.

Frosty took his new freedom in stride, purring around his brother's shaft as his muzzle began to slowly bob up and down at a steady pace. Warm drool leaked from the corners of his lips as he suckled on the pulsing shaft, leaving Max glistening with wetness. While his muzzle was busy in Max's lap, a paw snuck between the cheetah's thighs to fondle his fuzzy sac. He cupped his paws around the warm orbs, rolling them lightly in his fingers. The nimble touch made Max growl quietly, tipping his head back with eyes closed to savor the sensations.

"Ooooh, fuck," Max groaned, toes curling when Frosty drew his muzzle back far enough to circle his tongue around the sensitive tip. The gesture earned an especially heavy spurt of pre, coating Frosty's tongue with salty heat. Frosty repeated the motion, much slower the second time. His ears perked up a little as he listened to the approving moan, feeling Max's length throb against his tongue. Before he could make another pass with his rough tongue, however, the older cheetah's paw gently scruffed him and lifted his head.

Frosty peered up at Max with an inquisitive mewl as his muzzle was pulled free. He tried to lick his brother again, but was denied the opportunity as Max lifted his head away. Wagging his finger at the snowy feline, Max shook his head.

"That's enough licking, you little slut. As much as I'd enjoy blowing my load down your throat, I've got other plans for you tonight." Before Frosty could inquire, Max pointed down at the couch and twirled his index finger. "On your belly, kitten. Let's see that cute ass."

As badly as he wanted to finish sucking his brother off, this was a request that Frosty had been hoping for. His heart fluttered, mind clouded with a thick haze from his brother's pleasant musk. He licked his lips, the taste of his brother's shaft still fresh on his breath as he turned himself away from the other cat. His body seemed to turn of its own volition, requiring little conscious effort to maneuver around on the sofa. He paused to stretch, his back arching to elevate his perky butt. The blue skirt kept his rump covered while he wiggled at Max, but only just.

Max whistled at the sight, giving Frosty a firm smack on the rump that enticed another playful wiggle from the younger cat. Sliding toward the snowy feline, Max reached for the bottle of lube that Frosty had left on the coffee table. He knelt between his brother's thighs, admiring the way Frosty's perky butt wagged at him. Slipping his paw beneath the smaller cheetah's blue skirt, he gave a healthy squeeze that made Frosty squirm and elicit a needy whine. Max knew what he wanted, but he wasn't ready to give it to him just yet.

Hooking his fingers around the edge of Frosty's thong, Max gently tugged the back down until it bunched around his thighs so he could peek at what his younger brother was wearing. He grinned at the pink fabric and lightly snapped the waistband, making Frosty jump. Max chuckled, rubbing his paw up the back of Frosty's thigh until it came to rest on his bare rump. His fingertips brushed over the base of Frosty's tail, sending a shiver up the smaller cat's back that made him arch up. Lifting his rump away from the couch, Frosty lightly pushed himself into his brother's palm. The motion caused his skirt to slide up, bunching up around his waist and leaving his butt fully exposed.

"Mmh, you really want this, don't you?" Max teased, curling his fingers around the base of Frosty's tail and giving a little squeeze. The quiet whine and begging expression as Frosty peeked over his shoulder was confirmation enough.

Grinning to his younger sibling, Max popped open the bottle of lube and tipped it over his erection. He squeezed a generous blob of the viscous gel onto the tip of his shaft, laying down a line of it along the length of his member. He returned the bottle to the coffee table and proceeded to smear the thick lube with his fingertips, growling under his breath while he stroked himself. His paw traveled smoothly over the glistening flesh, evenly spreading the slippery fluid.

Briefly distracted by the pleasure of his lubricated fingers, Max closed his eyes to savor the self-pleasure. As tempting as it would be to finish himself off then and there and splatter his brother's backside, he didn't want to rob his sibling of the rutting he deserved. A soft, needy mewl reminded him that Frosty was patiently waiting for exactly that. Peering down when he felt Frosty fidgeting beneath him, Max watched the younger cat hike his rear up and present like a queen in heat.

"Okay, I get the message," Max chuckled, releasing Frosty's tail to rest a paw on his curvy hip. "C'mere, you needy little slut."

Sliding his fingers down to the base of his shaft, Max gently squeezed himself while crawling closer to the prostrate cheetah. He angled the tip of his length forward and lined himself up, nestling it beneath Frosty's tail. Frosty whimpered with anticipation when he felt the older cat's tip kiss the pink ring of muscle that hid beneath his tail. He lightly rolled his hips back, encouraging Max to squeeze his thick length inside. The older cheetah was quick to oblige, leaning into Frosty to push against the clenched entrance.

Frosty's teeth clenched when he felt his brother push inside. Without any preparation, his body wasn't fully ready for the invasion. The slippery tip pushed smoothly into Frosty's body, spreading the smaller cat open to make way for Max's thick girth. The initial push was uncomfortable, given the lack of stretching beforehand, but a burning desire to be stuffed outweighed his discomfort. He bit his lip to muffle a soft whimper, burying his face into the plush armrest while Max eased himself deeper. His body clenched around the fleshy intrusion, threatening to push Max back out. The older cheetah was determined to bury his length inside, though.

Leaning forward over the smaller cat, Max placed both paws on Frosty's hips and gave a firm thrust. A near-yelp rose from the white feline as the entirety of his brother's shaft disappeared into the stretched pink ring in a smooth motion. Max didn't stop until his hips bumped into Frosty's hiked butt, groaning as he settled deep inside his brother's bowels. His tail lashed back and forth as he leaned down to place a kiss on the back of Frosty's neck, purring sweetly to his brother.

"There's a good kitten. Always accommodating, and tight as ever," he whispered into Frosty's ear. There was a momentary pause while the older cheetah savored the snug fit, gently grinding his hips to tease Frosty, keeping his erection nestled deep in his rear. Slick pre leaked from his tip, ensuring that Frosty remained well-lubricated. Each slow stroke made Frosty squirm, soft whining muffled by the couch. The initial discomfort was gradually fading, the cheetah's soreness gently massaged away by Max's slow strokes. The shallow grinding began to lengthen as the seconds passed, the older cat's hips drawing back a little farther with each stroke.

Adjusting his position, Max leaned down over Frosty until his chest bumped against his little brother's back. His paws slid up Frosty's body, one arm wrapping around his chest while the other looped around his middle. He continued to softly thrust into Frosty as he embraced him, affectionately nibbling and kissing the back of neck. A shiver ran up Frosty's back when Max's teeth pricked lightly into his scruff, his body trembling with anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to let the bigger cheetah violate him, but Max was deliberately keeping it slow to draw out the pleasure. As worked up as he was from the blowjob, Max knew he wouldn't be able to last if he turned up the heat right away. It was his intention to spend as much time with his little brother as he could manage. Perhaps he could make some adjustments to accommodate that.

Max's arms tightened around Frosty's body as he gave a firm thrust to bury himself deep inside, earning a sharp moan from his little brother. He nuzzled him between the ears while growling, enjoying the tightness that followed his push. Hugging the smaller cheetah against himself, he remained hilted as he carefully pulled his weight to one side. He buried his muzzle against the side of Frosty's neck and bit down lightly, making the smaller cat shudder as he was rolled. Frosty ended up on his side, pulled in close to his older brother by the possessive embrace. Their legs intertwined, Frosty's feet lightly stroking his brother's ankles as they straightened.

Once settled in, Max released the dominant love bite and rested his cheek against Frosty's neck. A firm paw caressed over Frosty's slim middle while Max admired the sight of his little brother stretched out on the couch. He idly stroked his claws through Frosty's soft fur as his hips began to rock slowly into the other cheetah, enjoying the way the lithe cheetah squirmed each time he pushed inside. Frosty bit his lip to muffle soft moaning, prompting Max to reach up and caress his cheek tenderly.

"Don't hold back, little brother. I want to hear everything. Show your big brother what a needy little cheetah you really are." Another firm thrust followed, bouncing Frosty forward as the older cheetah's hips drove into him. Biting his lip was not sufficient to hold back the moan that ensued. His ears laid back as he cried out, pushing his cheek against Max's forehead and clutching the older cheetah's arm against his chest. A rush of heat washed over him as Max angled into his prostate, a jolt of pleasure jarring the smaller cat's frame.

Frosty unconsciously began pushing his hips against his older brother to match the slow, sensual rhythm. Hushed moans filled the air as the two cheetahs moved against one another, slim feline frames grinding together to meet with each thrust. The slow penetration kept Frosty squirming on the couch, savoring the pressure of the older cheetah's shaft against his insides. Frosty wanted more than that, however. He squeezed down around the feline member as Max drew his hips back, sending a shiver up his spine when the cheetah's barbs tickled the sensitive, silky walls.

A smirk crept over Max's lips when he felt Frosty deliberately clenching around him. As delicious as it was to take things slowly and draw out a sensual romp, he knew what his younger brother was after. The little cheetah didn't want to be romanced; he wanted to be fucked. Max's paw drifted down from Frosty's soft belly, creeping lower until he brushed across his brother's dripping erection. The featherlike touch made Frosty inhale with a soft hiss, his hips thrusting forward immediately.

Max could feel Frosty's body trembling against him as he curled his fingers around the smaller cheetah's length. He toyed with the base while starting to piston into his younger brother, building up a steady rhythm. Frosty's toes curled at the sensation of the cheetah's barbed length digging against his bowels, each thrust grinding the fleshy nubs over his prostate. Soft, whimpering moans fell from his lips at each stroke of Max's hips.

Huffing quietly as he felt himself building up again, Max pressed his lips against his brother's neck and slowly began to kiss his way upward. Frosty tipped his head to the side to offer his neck to the older cat, anticipating another firm bite. Max was quick to oblige him, clamping his jaws against the white spotted fur as he gave a rough thrust. His ears perked to the lewd moan that followed, accompanied by a shiver from the smaller feline. When Max's fingers slid upward to the tip of his length, Frosty's whimpering escalated abruptly.

Pearly feline fangs indented the sensitive skin as Max bit down a little harder while squeezing his paw down Frosty's length. An eager thrust forward caused Frosty to clench around Max, encouraging the older cheetah to repeat the slow stroke. Feeling the younger cat grinding against him and reflexively squeezing was enough to spur Max on. Seeing his little brother so vulnerable, though, and watching him revel in the experience like a pig in the mud always drove Max wild. He knew it wasn't socially acceptable to be rutting his little brother, but the way the younger cheetah so openly enjoyed seducing him made it irresistible.

Max let that thought linger in his mind as the pace quickened. The fleshy nubs along his shaft began to stiffen into soft bristles, tickling and stimulating his brother's warm insides. The added sensation caused Frosty to cry out, ears pinned flat against his head as he pressed himself against Max. The flood of pleasure was almost too much for the smaller cat, his slim frame trembling and writhing about on the couch. His feet scratched against the sofa as his toes flexed and uncurled at random. Frosty's body was winding up for an intense orgasm; it wouldn't be much longer now.

Sensing his own imminent release, Max released the bite on Frosty's neck to dip down to his shoulder instead. He clamped his teeth firmly against the spotted fur to muffle a low growl as he plunged roughly into his brother's body. His arms squeezed the lithe cat against his toned chest, hips slamming into Frosty's perky butt with each thrust. Max didn't bother warning his younger brother that he was about to blow. They both knew it was coming.

Frosty was the first to go over the edge, his pink erection throbbing against Max's fingers. His body tensed up as he let out a yowl of ecstasy, clamping down like a vice around Max's shaft. A ripple of muscle around Max's length made the older cat groan sharply, followed by a gush of creamy spunk from Frosty's tip. Max's paw stroked down the spurting length to stimulate the powerful release, keeping Frosty aimed toward himself to make a mess of his spotted fur, rather than the sofa.

Moments after the smaller cat began to unload, Max found release. Slamming his hips into his brother's tight depths, Max hilted himself inside as he surrendered to pleasure. The feline barbs along his length dug into Frosty's bowels to lock him in place as he exploded into his younger brother. His teeth dug into the white fur, nearly piercing the skin in the process. Frosty didn't seem to mind, though. He was more preoccupied with the intense jolts of pleasure shooting through his nerves, as well as the pleasant, sticky warmth that the older cheetah was spilling into him.

Max's ground against his brother's clenching ring as it squeezed the base of his shaft, letting his barbs tug gently against Frosty's bowels. The prickling sensation caused Frosty to yowl blissfully, nearly going limp in his brother's arms. The younger cheetah's moans trailed off as he caught his breath, heart racing from the intense climax. While his heart thrummed noisily in his ears, he reveled in the full sensation the older cat gave him. His hips gently rocked to work himself over the pulsing feline shaft, crooning sweetly at the sensation of the thick length stroking against his insides.

Feeling the throbbing against his fingers subsiding, Max gently pressed his brother's pink shaft into the soft white belly fur to wipe the tip clean. The softness made Frosty shiver and clench again, biting his lip while he wiggled fitfully. Chuckling to himself, Max lifted his hand away from the spent member and drew it to his muzzle. He released the firm bite on Frosty's shoulders to lick his hand clean, growling in approval at his little brother's salty reward. Once cleaned, he reached down to softly caress Frosty's belly while he purred into his ear. "I hope that was as enjoyable as you remember, Frosty."

Still flushed from the sexual thrill, Frosty nodded to his brother. "Y-yeah. You could say that."

The reply gave the older cat a soft chuckle. He kissed the base of Frosty's ear and gave him a fond hug around the middle. "Good. I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

Frosty immediately shook his head. "I don't think you can, Max." He reached up to stroke his brother's cheek, then turned his head to kiss the underside of his chin. "You've always been a guilty pleasure of mine."

That made Max smile brightly. He kissed Frosty's ear again, then lifted his muzzle to softly nibble on the tip. "You'll always be my sweet little kitten, Frosty. Don't ever change."

Firm hands began to stroke up and down Frosty's torso, fingertips combing over his belly and chest with little concern for the sticky mess in the snowy cat's fur. Mutual purring filled the air as the two brothers enjoyed once another's warmth, basking in the shared afterglow. Max periodically placed gentle kisses along Frosty's neck and shoulder while he stroked his hip, keeping the other arm snug around his little brother's chest. His ears perked as he listened to the smaller cat contented purring, enjoying the soft rumbling of a blissful feline against his body.

"Wish we could do this more often," Max purred. "I miss hanging out with my little brother."

Frosty didn't respond, prompting Max to prop himself up to investigate. When he shifted, a quiet little grumble rose from the smaller cat. The sight before him caused Max to chuckle. Frosty had nodded off, hugging his brother's arm like a plush doll. He was sleeping blissfully now, ears relaxed against his head. This put Max in a bit of a dilemma. With his spent length still lodged in his younger brother, he knew it would be a trick to pull out and crawl off the couch without disturbing him. Figuring there was no harm in sticking around, Max carefully lowered his torso to the couch and stretched out against his little brother.

"Sleep well, kitten. I'll be here when you awaken," he whispered into Frosty's ear. He tucked his muzzle against Frosty's neck and embraced him, hugging the lithe white cheetah possessively. He muffled soft yawn into Frosty's neck, then kissed him fondly while he closed his eyes.

Though he was tempted to join his brother in a nap, the opportunity never arose. A soft click caused Max's ears to perk, though he didn't immediately register it. The creaking of the front door, however, caught the older cheetah's attention. He felt a cold chill run up his spine as he turned his gaze to the front door, where a white fox with glowing blue skin and a diminutive white raccoon were standing, mouths agape.

"Frosty, you naughty little slut!"

Surge's exclamation was an effective alarm. Frosty jolted awake and attempted to sit up, but was just as quickly pulled tightly against Max to hide the mortified cat. Still intimately connected with his older brother, Frosty scrambled to find something to cover himself with. He was fortunate to have a neatly-folded blanket within reach, haphazardly pulling it over himself to hide their nudity. His heart pounded as he struggled to find words, mind racing.

Hearing a shutter-snap, Surge peered over at his adoptive son James, who was holding a cell phone in front of himself. "James, no! Off to your room, now." The young raccoon attempted to protest, but he was quickly ushered to his room. Shaking his head and muttering, Surge returned his attention to the two cats, who were in the process of sheepishly separating themselves beneath the blanket. The white electric fox stepped into the living room and folded his arms over his chest, gazing sternly downward to the pair of cheetahs.

"F-foxy, I..." Frosty started, but Surge promptly shushed him and lifted his index finger.

"Frosty, you know the rules. If you're going to have friends over to fool around, you're supposed to let me know first."

Max coughed nervously at being called a "friend," feeling an intense wave of heat wash over his muzzle. He didn't say anything, though. Frosty was the first to break a moment of awkward silence.

"A-actually...foxy...he's not just a friend." Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Frosty continued. "This is my brother, Max..."