Out of Character by foofox

Out of Character

foofox, Brother, First Time, Fox, Gay, Incest, Kissing, Knot, Light NC, Love, M/M, Male, Sex, Virgin

I have been obsessed with this concept for months, I hope you enjoy this as much as James did.

James sat in the big theatre on one of the small soft chairs that flip up automatically when you stand. This was the last day of his acting class this semester. As something of a tradition, the senior class and junior class got together just this once to do a small 2-person mixed grade performance. Working with someone they didn't know on a piece they were unfamiliar with was part of the assessment. The 18 year old red fox fidgeted nervously. He had studied hard all semester and he didn't like it when he didn't know how things would play out.

Their ursine professor clapped his big black paws together and bellowed at them.

"OK, OK, settle down. On your seats you will find a piece of paper"

James self-consciously got up off the crumpled piece of paper he had sat on and looked at it. The number "4" was written and circled with red pen in the corner. The paper was a short expert from a relatively obscure theatrical piece.

An excerpt from forbidden love

Antonio: "I need to talk to you"

Josephine: "Hush, be quiet, my father will hear us."

A: "Let him hear, my feelings for you are too strong, I must speak of them or I will burst."

J: "Hush, Antonio, our parents would never approve of such things. Do not speak of it, it's wrong!"

A: clutches Josephine's paws in his, squeezing tightly.

A: "How can this feeling be wrong, how can something so pure, that makes us both so happy, be wrong? Surely you must feel it too?"

J: looking down demurely "I do but..."

A: "Thoughts of you fill my head. I can't eat, I can't sleep, but for the thought of you."

J: "Antonio, you flatter me but."

A: "I close my eyes and all I see are your bright green eyes, your cheeks...."

he leans in for a kiss but she turns away

J: "We mustn't, my father"

A: cups her muzzle with his paw and leans in

A: "your will is your own, you do not belong to your father, but I wouldn't claim you, as my own"

both kiss

J: "very well, then you had best take me before I change my mind."

James's ears flushed at the idea of having to kiss a girl on stage. He looked around the hall to see if there were any cute girls in the group. Students of the female persuasion were few and far between.

"You are all matched to a random partner based on the number on your paper, please come forward when your number is called and we will do your first practice." the teacher droned as the young fox tried to imagine which older girl he would be paired with for this performance.

James silently thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to go first and set himself to the task of learning Antonio's lines. He imaged himself a dashing red fox with a green coat and a bit of a continental accent.

He tried to ignore the stage as his classmates were paired with older students. The performances were awkward, stilted and brief. Mr. Pridmore gave gruff feedback and set each pair homework to work on till next time. All too soon, it was James' turn.

"Number 4"

James leapt up and walked cautiously towards the front of the theatre, his heart in his throat. Why are so many people with social anxiety drawn to the performing arts?

"Oh fuck" a familiar voice rang out from the audience and attracted a chorus of nervous titters.

"Settle down!"

"Number four?" Mr. Pridmore repeated after James had been waiting by himself on stage for what felt like an hour.

James's heart sank and his ears flattened as he saw the tall muscular form of his older brother Andrew reluctantly rise up out of the group.

Andrew had been crystal clear from day one that he didn't want to have anything to do with James at school. James wasn't to look at him, wasn't to speak to him, as far as they were concerned they were strangers. James went out of his way to avoid his older brother and didn't even know what classes he took. In hindsight, knowing a little would have helped.

Andrew, ears flat against his head, walked up to Mr. Pridmore and whispered earnestly in his ear.

"I don't care, young fox" the burly polar bear declared dismissively to James' 22 year old brother. "In the real world you're going to have to work with strangers and yes, you may even have to work with other guys. Half of this assessment is how you deal with ambiguity, uncertainty."

"But."

"Just recite the lines." the old bear crossed his arms stubbornly.

Andrew turned tail and stomped up to the stage, glowering at James as though this was all his fault.

James buried his muzzle in his script and cleared his throat to begin his lines

"I... I have to... talk to you..."

"Oh hell no" Andrew interrupted him with a hiss. I am NOT going to be the girl. You be the girl, you dick.

"Up yours, you ass" was James' equally quiet but no less vehement retort.

"I need to talk to you" Andrew started confidently, daring his brother to disagree. James gulped and quickly scanned for the response.

"Hush, be quiet" he said loudly, followed with a much more uncertain "m...my father will hear us."

"L...let him hear, my..." Andrew groaned and rolled his eyes, he said the following line with a sarcastic high-pitched sneer in his voice

"... my feelings for you are too strong, I must speak of them or I will burst."

James responded in a terrified monotone: "H..hush Antonio our parents would never approve of such things do.. don't speak of it, it's wrong."

Andrew continued as if he was bored "How can this feeling be wrong, how can something so pure, that makes us both so happy, be wrong. Surely you must feel it too."

"I..." James began but Andrew spoke over him, rushing quickly to finish the lines.

"Thoughts of you fill my head I can't eat, sleep, the thought of you."

"A..Ant" James started

"I close my eyes and all I see are your eyes, lips"

"We..." James tried to get his lines in line.

Andrew scanned the lines and faltered.

"Y...your will is your own, you do not belong to your father, but."

He paused there, as if shell shocked, staring daggers at his younger brother who cowered before him.

Awkward seconds passed and Mr. Pridmore cleared his throat.

"I would claim you, as my own" Andrew muttered through clenched teeth.

They stood there, knowing what comes next. James's heart beat furiously in his chest, not daring to look up at his brother's piercing blue eyes.

"Well? I do have other students you know" Mr. Pridmore complained, and the audience erupted in nervous laughter, not knowing what to expect.

"Quiet! Now this is a learning opportunity for all of you, sometimes you have to do a stage kiss, you have all learnt the principles of it, I'm not looking for a sloppy pash, Andrew, just enough that the audience can understand the narrative."

Andrew gulped, James chanced a look at him and it was the first time he could remember ever seeing terror on his older brother's face.

"V.very well" James started.

"Don't interrupt me !" Andrew hissed hotly. His indignation driving him to complete the line, to lean forward and press his muzzle against his brother's.

It all happened so fast, he had no time to react. James stood stunned, his heart fluttering at the unexpected warmth in his chest and an uncomfortable, unwelcome stirring in his pants.

Andrew wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw and looked as though he had eaten a live bug.

James stood there, mouth agape, completely having forgotten his next line.

He had just had his very first kiss, and it was with his own brother!

"Well," Mr. Pridmore declared after the two had been standing uselessly for about 3 minutes. "That was the most wooden, most contemptuous, most low effort performance I have ever been subjected to in this great hall. I would give you ideas on where to improve but I think there would be no point. If you both don't pull your socks up you're both failing this course, now sit down."

The audience started murmuring as the two foxes made their way back to their respective seats on other sides of the hall.

"Settle down! Now, number 5 please, number. five!"

It would be two days before James even saw his brother again.

A knock at the door made James jolt out of his rumination.

"Come in?"

Andrew's russet head peeked around the door.

"Oh, hey, Andrew, I was thinking, look I can just drop out of the course. I can..."

Andrew sliced the air with a paw to cut him off.

"No, don't bother, I just spent the last couple days begging Mr. Pridmore to let us change partners, or even script, but you know how he can get."

James nodded, crestfallen "Did you tell him that we're..."

"No, of course not!" Andrew spat. "and neither will you. We will get through this somehow and you won't tell a living soul your entire life that I k..."

He gagged at the thought.

James nodded mutely. "So why...?"

"We need to practice" Andrew confessed. "we only have 3 days before the formal assessment, all we need to do is not be shit, and we can put all this behind us."

They spent the afternoon going through their lines over and over. James was taken aback at how professional and skilled his brother was. Now that they were over the initial shock, they kind of got into it.

"We mustn't, my father" James said on the third full run through. They had been studiously avoiding touching each other and especially avoiding any semblance of a kiss.

"We're going to have to face it eventually" Andrew muttered.

"The wha?" James started and Andrew pinched his brother's muzzle in his paw.

"You... sure?" James managed through his squished muzzle.

"No" Andrew responded and brought his muzzle up against James's. Their teeth clicked noisily as their noses smashed together.

"Ow".

"Fuck"

"You are the worst kisser ever!"

"Fuck you I am not!"

"No fuck you, you're the worst kisser!"

"I'll show you, you little prick"

Andrew was on top of him now. His bigger, stronger paws pinning the smaller vulpine down onto the bed.

"I'll show you a kiss"

Andrew lent forward, slowly, carefully, deliberately, muzzle parted, and planted a kiss on his brother's muzzle.

James instinctively parted his own muzzle and their tongues inexpertly found each other in the middle. Andrew gasped and leaned forward, seeking his brother's tonsils with his long rough tongue. James moaned in appreciation, his whole body warm and tingly from the sensation.

A knock wrapped on the door

"Your boys ok in there? I heard shouting?"

Their muzzles parted reluctantly and they both shouted.

"We're fine mom!"

They listened to her footsteps recede as they stared into each others' eyes with a mixture of wonder and fear.

James was suddenly aware of how close his brother was. His warmth, his soft red fur.

"w..wow" James managed

"I have to go" Andrew scrambled out of the room, tail between his legs and covering his crotch. James lay there on the bed in a daze, and touched his fingers to his lips then looked at them as if he expected to see them coated in honey.

They didn't speak of it again, and it was the next day before Andrew snuck into James's room. He didn't bother to knock anymore.

"From the top?"

"Yeah"

They rattled through the lines. It felt more natural now, more familiar, Andrew even went so far as to add a few flourishes, touching James here and there to emphasise a phrase. James did his best to affect the persona of the shy and blushing Josephine.

They got to the kiss and Andrew didn't hesitate, he leant right in, grabbed James by the muzzle and kissed him long and passionately on the muzzle.

They soon forgot the rest of the play.

"I want to practise the kiss more" James squeaked eventually once he had regained his composure.

"Yeah, ok, if you want."

They made out for the rest of the afternoon, all pretence of rehearsal completely forgotten. Andrew pushed James deep into the bed, his body pressed firmly against his younger brother's form. For the first time, James felt his brother's erection against his thigh and he was surprised that he didn't mind it one bit.

An hour later, once it was fully dark, Andrew reluctantly got up off the bed and wiped his muzzle with the bark of his paw.

"For the grade" he said simply.

"Y..yeah, for the grade" James replied weakly, his own erection painful against his jeans.

"OK then, I gotta go." Andrew picked up his script, gave James a little peck on the cheek, and disappeared with a flourish of his bushy red tail.

The next day was the day before the big performance. They told their parents they were rehearsing their lines but spent all day in James' bed making out.

"You know, you were my first kiss" James said dreamily, after their muzzles parted for the 6th time. "Yeah me too" Andrew replied and went in for another kiss. James giggled and pushed him away.

"You think we're ready for the performance?"

"Yeah, we're going to ace it."

The next morning, when their mom wasn't looking, Andrew kissed James surreptitiously at the breakfast table.

In the theatre, the two brothers sat next to each other, legs touching. It felt nice to have his brother close to him, to feel his strong comfortable presence supporting him. James fidgeted with his script as he went over his lines again.

"Hey, babe, you're going to be great" Andrew squeezed James's arm and the younger fox looked up happily with gratitude. They didn't even realise that they were holding hands when they walked up to the stage.

The performance was impeccable. The kiss was electric. No one could deny their chemistry, their presence. Andrew practically devoured James's muzzle on stage and James's final line dripped with desire that made the audience gasp. Mr. Pridmore declared an A+ all around.

Both foxes were thankful their parents weren't invited to this assessment.

The following day, James felt a pang of loneliness in the late afternoon. Andrew hadn't spoken to him all day. I mean why would he? They were done with the assessment, there was no need to rehearse, to kiss, there was no need for any of it. They were brothers after all, and it's not like they could just..... could they?

The door squeaked open and Andrew ducked in guiltily.

"I need to talk to you" Andrew clambered into the bed with his little brother, starting their familiar dialog.

"Hush, be quiet, father will hear us." James changed his line slightly. it just felt right.

Andrews ears flicked with approval and he reached forward to take James's paws in his, muzzle to muzzle. "Let him hear, my feelings for you are too strong, I must speak of them or I will burst."

Andrew pounced on James in the bed, not willing to wait for the proper moment in the scene. He nuzzled at James's neck and whined needily, pressing his fully erect cock against James's thigh. "I will burst" he repeated simply.

"Hush, Andrew, our parents would never approve of such things. Do not speak of it, it's wrong!"

The older fox smiled at the use of his real name and started unbuckling his pants, pulling his jeans and underwear hastily down off his thighs.

"How can this feeling be wrong, how can something so pure, that makes us both so happy, be wrong? Surely you must feel it too?"

With that he groped James greedily. The younger fox yelped but Andrew grinned with satisfaction at the feel of his brother's rock hard cock. He started fumbling for James's buckle, the younger fox's heart leapt to his throat.

What was he doing? This was wrong, so wrong, wasn't it? But if it was wrong, why did he want this so badly? He did didn't he? He wanted this?

"I do but..."

"Thoughts of you fill my head. I can't eat, I can't sleep, but for the thought of you."

Andrew ripped off James's pants and shirt, and took in the prone form of his younger brother greedily. James lay there uncertain, aroused, needy.

"Andrew, you flatter me but."

"I close my eyes and all I see are your bright green eyes, your cheeks...."

He greedily groped at James's butt cheeks and James couldn't stop his own tail wagging, thumping against the bed.

"We mustn't, our father"

"your will is your own, you do not belong to your father, but I would claim you, as my own"

At that, Andrew pressed his rock hard pre-cum slick shaft against his brother's tail hole through his undies. They kissed with a passionate union that made James moan more loudly than he intended.

"Very well, then you had best take me" James said his next line, pulling his own underwear off and looking up at Andrew beseechingly.

"...before I change my mind." he added in a whisper

Andrew needed no further encouragement, he rolled his hips forward and impaled his younger brother on his painfully thick shaft. James bit on the back of his charcoal black paw to stifle the yelp at the unfamiliar sensation.

Andrew stopped looked down with concern.

"take me" James repeated encouragingly "before I change my mind"

Andrew thrust forward and kissed his brother passionately on the muzzle, thrusting his fox hood deep into the younger vulpine, right up to the hilt.

"how can this feeling be wrong?" Andrew muttered as he started thrusting in and out, deeper and deeper.

"Yes, fuck me Andrew" James whined, "I want this, I need this, I need you"

"I need you too, now that I have found you, I'll never let you go." Andrew got the words out while panting.

"I love you Andrew" James declared and pulled his brother's muzzle towards him for another kiss.

"and I love you, I l.. oh...oh"

Andrew's passion mounted as quickly as he had mounted his brother, James could feel the knot pressing against his tender virgin tail hole.

"Can I?" it was an urgent plea

"Y...yes"

Stars swam in his vision and his body convulsed as Andrew jammed his knot deep within his younger brother. The pressure on his prostate was too much and the young vulpine came all over himself.

With a ragged cry of triumph, Andrew came too, coating James's innards with his sticky seed.

The bigger fox thrust valiantly for 5 more times, ensuring ever last drop of cum made its way into his sibling, he then collapsed in a heap on top of James, the smaller vulpine's own cum stuck in their fur and glued them together.

They lay like that for nearly an hour. James listened to the sound of his brother's heart beat, the feeling of the knot throbbing in his ass, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, the scent of his musk, his cum, his arousal.

They looked at each other, muzzle to muzzle.

"I love you, James" Andrew began

"Me too"

"I love you and I'm scared." Andrew confessed

"Yeah" James leaned forward and drew Andrew into another kiss "me too"

Out of character