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“Fucking hell,” Zharin cursed as he shuffled the laundry basket around the tight corner to the basement. The shapely black panther teen twisted his body in such a way that the plastic hamper dug into his hip as he rounded the corner. He just sighed and continued down the exposed wooden stairs. Zharin had an odd fear of laundry day, not because it was a tough chore or anything. He practically just threw everything in with some soap and called it good. No, the reason why he found it so difficult was because the washer and dryer were in his big brother Kai’s room.

It wasn’t so bad during most of the year when his brother was at college, the big brute probably torturing some other wimpy kids and fucking chicks where Zharin couldn’t hear him. The basement was just a vacant man cave while Kai was away. The washer and dryer were in a small alcove under the staircase. But when Kai came back for winter break, the place changed from a semi-presentable basement to a dirty dude den.

Zharin felt the crunch of a chip back under his foot paw, the only thing cracking was the wrapper as the remaining chips were stale and soft. The panther teen huffed and kicked the bag off to the side, the bag trying to cling to his paw before the wrapper let go, falling to the concrete floor below. He just needed to put up with this for a couple more weeks and his brother would be back at college. Then, Zharin could finish out his senior year in peace.

It was kind of crazy how Kai’s presence just filled the room when he came back. Sure, the dingy man cave always smelled a little musty, it was the basement after all, but Kai added so many more layers to it. When Kai left, it took a full month for it to fully air out. Even with the air freshener and cleanings, his rank stink refused to give up. They had just gotten the basement back to acceptable levels of rank when Kai brought his dirty ass back for break. Didn’t help that the guy just worked out and fucked all the time. Many a time their parents needed to shout down the stairs to be sure he was decent before going down. He lounged on his ratty couch in the nude, letting his workout drip off him as he relaxed and blasted porn. That is, unless he had a chick over. He at least put one of his disgusting socks on the door so he wouldn’t be disturbed, though it wasn’t needed. He always made his bitches scream his name or whatever dirty talk he made them say.

Now that Kai had been back for a week, his rank stink was rolling back with a vengeance. Zharin continued his descent down into the wooden steps, his dainty foot paws making no sound except the light creaking of the boards as he went. The smell was strong when he opened the door at the top, but with each step he took, it was like the miasma was so thick and heavy that it hung low in the air, refusing to rise to the world above and just compounding the dirty rank of stale sweat and biter man.

Zharin’s foot paws touched down on the concrete, a chill running up his body as he breathed through his mouth. The young panther had very special markings. Alpine tats, almost arrow like streaks ran down his arms and legs. These natural tats were a fluttering purple color, sometimes the gentle color showing reds and blues as the purple difused, but mainly everything was purple. His chest had more curving designs, but right over his womb was a perfect symbol of a womb with a little heart that you could see with the midriff of his tank top.

Even though he wasn’t breathing through his nose, that smell itched at his nostrils, his cute, black, button nose catching bits and pieces of that rankness.

“God, it’s fucking worse than before,” Zharin sighed, but his legs shook. He bit his lip to force himself to move forward, keeping his mind focused. Though, his fur was rising from more than just the chill of the floor.

Zharin turned into the room to get the laundry started. There was a ratty old carpet rolled out over the basement floor. It was some flooring that they had ripped up from the den during a remodel and rolled out on the floor down in the basement to give it some more comfort. The old red shag carpet was matted and torn in places. Tracks in the thick threads showing it hadn’t been moved or cleaned properly in ages, more brown than red now. The old, family fold out couch was placed in front of a coffee table and a TV. The table used to have a glass top in the frame, but Kai broke it when torturing Zharin many years ago. They now had a plywood board filling the hole, bowed from stains and water damage. The TV was hooked up to various game stations, new and retro alike, a mass of messy wires and cords stuck to adapters and power strips. A couple of twin mattresses were on the floor in the corner, a single sheet over the top of them and a wadded up blanket with some yellowed pillows. Built-in shelves held wrestling and football trophies, some board games, some cartages and disks for the consoles attached to the TV, and miscellaneous workout equipment.

It was so much larger than any other bedroom in the house, but it was also a multipurpose space. The family used the space under the stairs for storage and laundry while Kai used it as his dirty fuck palace and workout space.

The young panther shook his head and trotted over to the washer and dryer, dumping his clothes in, leaving his delicates for a softer wash, and getting ready to add some clothes from Kai’s pile that had been thrown on the floor near the machines. The young panther knelt, his tail flicking as he looked over the pile for what would work with his current load. The freshly emancipated panther gripped a few articles of clothing, between the oil and sweat they moved sluggishly. Zharin kept his nose plugged as he gripped the articles of clothing and tossed them over his back into the washer.

He was about to toss something from the top when he felt a weight to it. It was an old tube sock, the toes a yellowed mess and black fur and hair stuck all over the damned thing, but there was something else about it. It was stretched, the elastic practically torn, and the toes hung low on that sock.

Zharin couldn’t help it. His heart was racing as he looked at that pendulous sock.

He took a soft, half-breath in through his nose.

Zharin’s eyes rolled back into his head as the powerful smell of a MAN rut filled his nostrils; the potent stink of a man’s cooling nut.

This wasn’t just a dirty sock, it was a dirty cock sock.

Zharin tried to resist, but he couldn’t. He took in another breath. His spine tingled, his chest filling with that thick miasma that made his lungs feel damp with how thick it was.

He thought he was over it, he thought he had grown out of how much he loved his brother’s stink, but he hadn’t. It was just gone, and it’s easy not to take part in your drug of choice if it’s not there. He shuddered, his fur standing on end as he brought that thick sock to his face, the massive thing could encase his whole fucking arm if he tried. He pressed the damp tip to his nose and he shuddered. It was there, it was teasing him. He could take a whiff if he wanted and no one would know.

Zharin hovered there, panting, his brow growing damp as he exerted masterful self-control. Though, that zeal was waning fast and he could feel his nose itch and tingle with the desire to...

Sniff…

Zharin breathed in through his mouth and nose at the same time, the smell like a potent haze. It filled his skull, it made his lungs feel like they were on the bottom of his brother’s dirty laundry. Zharin took another mixed breath, and then closed his mouth, his panther snout brushing the damp fabric of that cock sock. The cum was cold, but fuck if it wasn’t potent. The fur on Zharin’s back tingled and stood on end, his tail flicked back and forth, slowly hiking up. A warmth, an aching need bloomed in his abdomen and his pussy quivered.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” Zharin pressed his nose against that sock harder, the disgusting mess almost welling up between where those toes would have been. It was so strong, and as he snorted that deep musk, he thought he was going to pass out. He fell into his big brother’s dirty clothes, his eyes rolling back as he let his brother’s reek mark him. It wasn’t potent like a fresh lay would have been, but fuck if it didn’t make him feel like disposable fuck trash. He had never been jealous of a sock before, but right now, his body burned to be used the way he imagined his brother disrespectfully fucked that cotton sleeve.

Whatever way he twisted or turned that thick mat of dirty clothes was there to fill his senses. His pussy quivered and warmed, pearls of need dripping into his panties.

“Fuck…I…I got to take the edge off…” Zharin moaned softly into that sock as his free hand slipped into his booty shorts. His fingers ran along his needy pussy, that clit an angry bullet throbbing with need. Those digits slipped through a slick mess, a darkness dampening his shorts already as he slowly swished his fingers over those needy, incest craven folds.

Already his pussy lips were smacking and squelching from the desperate need building up in his loins. Zharin managed to get away from his brother long enough to break his disgusting habit, only to crumble and relapse into his whorish nature at the simple discovery of a stray load in his brother’s sock. He was a desperate whore at heart, as much as he tried to put on a tough face and bear it, he just literally didn’t have the balls.

Zharin was suddenly pulled from his perversions at the sound of the front door opening. The entire house shook as someone walked in. Zharin knew those footsteps. They were powerful slapping of bare feet, not foot paws, and only two members of the family had those kinds of feet, and dad wouldn’t be back from work for several hours.

Those oh so familiar footfalls made the supporting boards of the basements ceiling creak as they trampled the floor above and were quickly coming to the basement.

“Kai! Shit…” Zharin’s ears folded back. There was nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide…except...

Zharin burrowed himself further under his brother’s dirty clothes, his own sent and need being blocked by thick, stale workout funk. Zharin was pretty small so he managed to curl himself up and hide pretty well. Just in time as the door to the basement flung open.

“Welcome to my fuck dungeon, bitch,” Kai rumbled. “Go on, lady’s first, and I do love to watch that ass go.”

“Oh, you’ve grown into such a naughty boy,” a woman’s voice fluttered through the air. Zharin knew that voice. It was their neighbor’s. Emma Johnston, a cute arctic fox and mother of one of Kai’s childhood friends.

“I’ve grown into a naughty man, my little snow bunny,” Kai rumbled. “Now get down there. I’m fucking horny and these nuts ain’t going to drain themselves.”

“Oh…fuck…it smells so overbearing down here.” Emma’s dainty foot paws started to go down the stairs, the floorboards not even registering her light body.

“That’s the stink of a real man, bitch,” Kai corrected his newest conquest. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be on you for a long time.” The boards of the stairs groaned in protest from Kai’s weight, his massive feet smacking down on them.

“Oh…is it a bad thing that I think it’s hot if my husband finds out?” Emma reached the bottom of the stairs and Zharin could see her through the veil of a mesh jersey. She was wearing some black leggings and a puffy vest with a simple shirt underneath.

“Tell him and maybe I’ll let him suck my nuts while I fuck you next time. I love it when a husband can feel me making him a cuck as my balls bounce on their tongue,” Kai growled as he reached the basement floor. He was such a massive brute. Zharin had no idea where Kai got all that size from, but it wasn’t from their father. He was at least seven feet tall with the body of an off-season bodybuilder. Powerful angles and curves forming a muscular black panther.

“Oh fuck, Kai, you’re such a fucking stud now,” Emma was obviously under Kai’s manly spell. She grabbed him by his wind breaker and pulled him forward. The little vixen not even reaching his pecs. Obviously, she didn’t have the strength to command all that muscle, Kai was just complying with any bitch’s desire to debase themselves for his amusement.

“Always was. Sucks you didn’t recognize that earlier. Could have been draining my nuts inside that pussy every time I spent the night with Ryan.”

“Oh fuck, is that why you came over all the time? Just to get a look at me?”

“Sure as fuck wasn’t because of your cooking,” Kai’s powerful hands rolled over Emma’s body, groping her breasts and ass while slipping her clothing off.

Kai kicked off his running shoes and exposed his massive feet. Those were the manliest feet Zharin would ever know. They were the base of such a stud; powerful calves and thighs sculpted from years of running and playing football. His massive chest and pecs put even their mother’s rack to shame. Kai’s windbreaker was unzipped, it was the only way it would fit, and the sleeves rode up his forearms before clinging to his gargantuan guns. His eight pack abs were bricks of solid power, a cobblestone road that lead right to the straining hem of those athletic shorts. The obvious outline of Kai’s cock was commanding the majority of its space. That monster dick was always his pride, the envy of every man he met and the focus of every cunt’s desire. That half hard member was already snaking down his shorts and the thick barbed head was poking out the hem and lifting it up.

“Fuck…” Zharin breathed as he saw that member. He had seen it many times before. Kai wasn’t one for wearing clothes or covering up around the house when it suited him. Though, this time, that shaft looked bigger than ever. The damned asshole was blessed with such size already and he was only going to get bigger as he grew into his prime.

“Go lay down on the bed. I need to make some noise so my brat brother doesn’t hear us going at it.” Kai smacked Emma’s ass and turned towards the laundry.

Zharin felt a shard of ice wedge itself in his soul. Of course, when Kai fucked, that was the only time he did laundry. It wasn’t to get shit clean; it was to cover up the sound of his rough fucking! Zharin shrank down further into the clothes as best he could while Kai reached out a massive hand, those powerful claws coming to his clothes before he paused and sniffed.

Had he found him already?