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No Going Back

[Gay, sibling incest, size difference, domination, submission, humiliation, rough sex, dirty talk, armpits/musk, blowjob, penetration]

Part 1:

Carter stuffed his notebook under the pillow as soon as he heard the lock slide open. The slender mouse twitched nervously, looking around the room for a split second before deciding that lying back was the most natural thing to do. He fwomped back onto the bed, hoping his head would cover that fat fucking notebook that just wouldn’t fit under the tiny hotel pillow. He folded his hands over his waist, tried to breathe deeply, and lowered his eyelids until he was peeking out through thin slits.

“‘Sup, Mickey!” His big brother Kurt barged in, reckless as ever.

Carter hated when he did that. There was no hiding in this cramped hotel room anyway, but Kurt never knocked, and he took every chance to be as loud and intrusive as possible. And as long as their parents were at the conference today, Carter would be stuck with him.

He also took every chance to make fun of Carter being a mouse because he knew it made Carter feel small and weak, especially since Kurt was a lion, and a big one. Quarterback in his community college’s football team, he stood two feet taller than Carter, with broad shoulders and a strong, solid build. His arms were thicker than Carter’s thighs, firm with muscle. But the most impressive part of him when he walked around shirtless like this (another thing Carter hated) was his full, dark mane. It spread luxuriously onto his golden chest, making a dark trail down his flat belly. For a second Carter let his eyes rest on the ragged edge of that trail where it plunged past the lion’s bellybutton and started to spread out into a glossier, bushier tuft at the top of his swim shorts, between the twin anchors of muscle that curved down in the suggestive V-shape that led the mouse’s curious eyes to —

“Nice try, mousey.” Kurt was looking down at the mouse with his arms folded, giving Carter a nice view of the full, rounded muscle of his pecs and biceps. “I know you're awake. You never sleep with your glasses on.”

He reached down and swiped the glasses off as Carter sat up, angrily blushing in the thin velvet parts of his big ears.

“Hey, give them back!”

Kurt took an agile step back, grinning. “Just a second, I think I see a spot right here.”

He tugged his swimsuit down and stuck the lenses inside, rubbing them back and forth.

“Ugh, come on!” Carter almost yelled, snatching them away and fixing them quickly back behind his ears. The lenses were streaked and greasy now, and his nose twitched with the scent of Kurt’s musky crotch.

“You’re an asshole.” The mouse muttered.

Kurt snickered behind him. “And they totally have a pool here dude. It’s got towels too. So you owe me five bucks.”

Carter grumbled. “I never agreed to that.”

“You said ‘yeah.’”

“Doesn’t count if it’s not on paper and I signed it, and I didn’t, so —“

“Bullshit. You owe me five bucks, fair and square.”

“No I don’t.”

Kurt pushed the mouse back onto the bed with a heavy thump and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. He gave a loud, throaty snarl.

“Cough it up, dickwad.”

The embarrassed and angry blush disappeared from Carter’s soft grey fur, replaced by pale fear.

“I’m s-sorry.” He whispered.

Kurt bent down to lick the tip of Carter’s pink nose. His breath smelled like junk food, and the meaty taste of a predator’s mouth. “Relax runt, I'm just fucking with ya. Now are you gonna pay up, or am I gonna have to reach down in there,” He moved a strong, leathery paw down to the top of Carter’s pants, “And grab it myself?”

“N-no!” Carter wrenched his paw free and frantically dug for his wallet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He kept repeating apologies while Kurt chuckled above him, until the cat grabbed the money and stuffed it in his back pocket before finally climbing off.

“You’re all good, Stuart Little. Just don’t bet against me next time. So are you coming to the pool with me or what?”

Carter sat up again, clasping his paws on his lap in hopes of concealing the sudden stiffness he was feeling. “Just l-let me take a shower first.”

“I’m not gonna shower. Gonna be taking a bath in the pool anyway.” Kurt flopped onto his bed, crossing his arms behind his head. “Just be quick, okay?”

Carter’s sensitive nose could smell the raunchy scent of the lion’s armpits from where he was standing six feet away. He nervously stole a glance at the dark bushes of fur.

“Actually, you could use a shower too. You smell like a wet dog.”

“Fucking racist. Anyway, why, you want some company in there? Want me to help wash your back? Buttcheeks maybe?”

“N-no.” Carter snorted, trying to keep from blushing in his ears again. “I meant after me.”

”Forget it, runt. Just get in.” He swished his tail back and forth on the bed impatiently.

Carter wanted to make some kind of comment about being forced to live with the dirtiest, messiest slob of a dumb-jock lion, but settled for grabbing his swimsuit and towel and going into the bathroom.

It was a special kind of Zen in there: a brightly lit, marble-lined cube of total privacy and solitude. It was warm, and he could relax in the nude and be totally unbothered. If he wanted to, he could sit on the floor on a towel. If he wanted to, he could sit in the tub for half an hour in a steaming hot bath. If he wanted to, he could rub himself off.

He’d been doing that a lot lately with a collection of drawings he’d secretly made of his brother. He snuck as much focused staring as he could at Kurt while the lion was shirtless, like he'd been just now, memorizing every detail and then reproducing it on paper as soon as he could be in private. He'd made six so far that he really, really liked. He'd stared at them while pawing himself, countless times already. Lifted his arm and sniffed his own pit, pretending Kurt was shoving his muzzle into the lion's musky armpit and rubbing his nose in it.

The latest one was of Kurt posing with his biceps flexed, like a classic bodybuilder. Kurt had made that pose a few times as a joke, imitating Schwarzenegger. And with his king-of-the-jungle body, he almost pulled it off. Carter had spent weeks going back to the drawing again and erasing and redrawing some tiny detail like the exact curve of Kurt's ribs. He'd exaggerated the amount of black, bushy armpit fur sprouting from the lion's armpits, because it got him hotter when he was pawing off.

Carter's heart beat faster as he pawed his back pocket of his limp jeans, digging around for the folded-up drawing. Nothing was there. He started to get pale again as he realized it was still in the notebook, and the notebook was sticking out from under his pillow in plain sight. Kurt wouldn't look at it without his permission, would he?

Oh, who am I kidding? Kurt's a huge asscheek. The mouse cursed himself. He was already naked, so he grabbed a towel and frantically searched for some excuse to go back out there. Maybe he'd forgotten his tooth brush. Would it seem normal enough to brush his teeth at four in the afternoon? He shrugged. Why not?

He gripped the towel in a loose knot around his waist and dashed back out into the room, the cold air bracing his naked fur. He froze. Kurt was standing by his bed, pawing through his notebook with a weird, lopsided smile.

“Dude.”

Kurt's raucous laughter made the mouse’s ears twitch.

“I thought you might be getting some ideas seeing how much you eyefuck me all the time, but I had no clue you were down this bad …”

The lion spread out the bicep-flexing drawing of himself with a dry crinkle of paper that had been folded and unfolded too many times. Carter couldn't help blushing this time, hot and sweating. Worst fears had come true, stark real in front of him and nowhere to escape. Sure, he could probably get to the elevator, but Kurt could outrun him on the stairs. Maybe he wouldn't even get as far as that.

Would the lion want to kill him? Or would he just never look at his little brother the same way again? Somehow the first option seemed more appealing than the second. At least then he wouldn't have to keep facing the worst mistake of his life. If he'd just put the notebook away earlier, and not had it out when Kurt walked in … if he'd just been more careful, more quick to hear the footsteps down the hall … or if he'd never made the drawings in the first place, then none of this would have happened. But he had. He'd acted like a sick pervert. Kurt would never forgive him, and Carter would never forgive himself.

Carter snapped his ears up, suddenly aware, sharply aware, that he was in a small room with an angry lion. Kurt was folding the paper back into the notebook, and throwing it casually onto the bedside table. He ran a paw through his hair, then raked it through his mane as he sauntered toward the trembling mouse.

“Don't trip out, dude.” He rested a heavy paw around Carter's shoulder. “But y'know… if you're gonna be a little pervert, I am gonna have to punish you.”

Carter squeaked, and tried to squirm away. Kurt grabbed the mouse's chin, squeezing tightly.

“Hey.” The lion warned. “You're gonna take your punishment, and you're gonna like it.”

He began pushing Carter back onto his bed, forcing him down. “Because you've been a very …”

Kurt moved a paw down to tug off the mouse's towel. Carter's breath hitched. He stared up at his brother in shock.

“... very, bad little mouse.”

Kurt's warm, leathery paw stroked at Carter's bulging sheath, his fur already stained with pre. His wide, fang-filled muzzle met the mouse's lips with a brush of short, fuzzy whiskers and the kiss of a muscular tongue.

Carter moaned, parting his muzzle to allow Kurt's meaty tongue inside. It was his brother, his bullying brother, with the same bad breath that he'd always wrinkled his nose at, but now he was kissing him … it was his brother with the muscles and the body he could never hope to outmatch in a fight or outrun in sports. The golden boy who everybody liked and Carter hated because he just wanted to be left alone … but Kurt had never just left him alone. Had Kurt been attracted to him too, all this time? God, why hadn't he said anything?

Carter wrapped a paw around the lion's thick, strong wrist where Kurt was still keeping him painfully pinned down by the shoulder. He reached up to kiss deeply back into Kurt's muzzle, finally letting loose and getting a taste of the junk-food breath the big dirty cat had always had, using his other paw to feel the firm, rounded muscles he'd always been jealous of, the warm softness of the golden fur, the thick, regal mane. The cat smelled like such a boy, such a dirty, sweaty, athletic boy, a reckless jock who everybody loved and …

Oh, fuck. Carter realized. And he wants me too. He wants me as bad as I want him, oh fuck. Oh, fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me.

A jagged growl like a Harley Davidson started in Kurt's chest, his tail lashing back and forth above him, as he crouched over his little brother's slender naked body. He pushed his hips into Carter’s growing hard-on, rubbing the bulge in his swimsuit against the mouse's crotch angrily, almost desperately, like he couldn't wait.

The growl turned to a frustrated groan, and Kurt tugged at his brother's shoulder. “Come on, roll over.”

Carter rolled onto his stomach, taking breaths in shallow pants. He spread his thighs apart, feeling the silky sheets against his rigid cock. Was Kurt really going to … finally … Carter had dreamed so many nights about what he would have wanted the lion to do to him, and now that it was finally happening, he had no idea what he really wanted. He tried to get up onto all fours to stop his cock from digging into the bed, worried he'd shoot his load too early.

“No, onto me, dumbass.” Kurt growled, clutching the nervous mouse and hugging him to his chest.

Carter lay on top of the warm bulk of his brother, his head held down against the lion's broad muzzle by a strong grip. Kurt kissed with sloppy abandon, licking hungrily and almost chewing on his tongue. He raked his claws gently down the mouse's thin back, making him shiver and squirm. His warm paw gripped the softness of Carter's asscheek.

Kurt loosened his grip on his brother's scruffy head-fur, and they parted from their kiss. He moved his paw down and dug a pad, claw carefully sheathed, into the silk softness of Carter's puckering hole. The mouse shivered.

“K-Kurt, I …”

“You like that, runt? Get you all excited? What's the matter, never had something as big as me up there?” The lion chuckled. “I'm sure you've ‘experimented’ before.”

“Mmh.” A soft whine escaped Carter as the finger pushed deeper, shoving a fat knuckle past the tight ring of muscle that clenched down on it. “I …”

Then he just moaned as Kurt held his jaw and slipped a thumb into his mouth, pushing it in deep. He almost gagged, but settled for not breathing, letting his tongue slide against the warm, salty leather of Kurt's thumbpad.

“Aw, look at you sucking on my thumb like a cub. You're so cute.”

Kurt pulled his finger out and gave his asscheek a sharp slap just as Carter was beginning to settle into the feeling, letting himself relax and open up.

“Hey! You fucking asshole –”

But Kurt was already laughing and pushing him over to sprawl out beside him on the bed. Carter missed that finger already. It had felt like it was scratching some primal itch deep inside him, and he wanted more. His cock ached and strained, pulsing against his belly. Carter tried not to think about the pressure in his balls. If he came first, he'd never hear the end of it. Kurt would make fun of him for being an eager bitch for the rest of his life. Besides, there was a part of him that just wanted to keep doing this forever.

“Relax, Mickey. Let me get out of these –” Kurt tugged his swim shorts off one leg at a time, “So you can get a mouthful of what you really want, yeah?”

It was obscene how big it was. If the lion's muscular, broad-shouldered build and dark mane weren't enough, the overgrown manhood he was packing really cemented him as the king of the jungle. Thick as Carter's wrist and almost as long as his forearm, the bright pink cock stood rigid against the lion's golden belly, dripping a thread of gleaming pre. Carter didn't even realize he was licking his lips.

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Part 2: https://sofurry.com/s/1YAV0pD1