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A Brother in the Closet

The AC was on, but all the vents were in other rooms of the apartment. What it did for the young fox was to leave him in a stuffy closet with an uncomfortable amount of carbon dioxide from his labored breathing. Chris was trapped in a state of bewildered panic, and he was regretting almost every decision he'd made from that morning until present. Honestly, any series of decisions that ends with you hiding in a closet is most likely a series of decisions that deeply needed some rethinking.

Of course, Chris was only 16 and so some of his hasty decisions could probably have been forgiven. He was young and unwise and therefore prone to quick choices that weren't always the most reasoned or sensible. Give him a few years, ok? Of course the future was fairly far from Chris' mind as he sat within the pitch black confines of his sister's bedroom closet.

He didn't get to see Claire, his sister, very often anymore. She was 19 and was going through her second year of college. Their parents had divorced a couple of years ago when he was still in middle school. Claire had caught their mother cheating on their dad with another man. Dad left, and after that Claire and their mother had as little to do with each other possible.

Well, Claire had as little to do with their mother as possible. It hurt when Chris found out what had happened, but he was more confused by it all. He had been at summer camp when it happened. It hurt Claire more than it had hurt him, though. Chris always knew she loved dad maybe a little more than mom. He always helped her with her softball practices and with the track and field junk she was crazy about. She the 'daddy's little girl' or 'daddy's angel' type of girl, just like a cliche. When he got home from camp he saw his mother had the fading remains of a black eye, and it wasn't from his dad. Their dad had been away at a business convention in another state. Claire really stopped having anything to do with their mom after that.

Chris could hear Claire and her boyfriend making out on the other side the sliding door. Her apartment was a cheap single bedroom. The closet was just a modest walk-in with a sliding set of mirrors for doors. It wasn't soundproof and it certainly wasn't comfortable to hide in.

"I'm so glad you got off work early." A male voice, Claire's boyfriend. Chris had met him the day before after his mother dropped him off at her apartment. He seemed like a cool guy. His name was Randall, and he was a buck a year older than his sister. His mother would have probably approved had she'd met him. A lot of her boyfriends usually turned out to be herbivores. His dad loved both his kids too much to really care who they dated, but he might have felt a lil disappointed if he didn't get a cute red fox grandbaby out of her daughter in the future. He was the type of dad that kept a lot pictures of his kids in his wallet.

"Thank Mary. She had an emergency and had to cancel her shift tomorrow." He heard his sister respond in between the smacking noise of kissing. Chris had the closet door shut all the way and the only light that entered the closet was from the narrow gap between the doors and the door frame. It wasn't enough to expose him so he just huddled into the side of the closet with a pair of her sandals resting uncomfortably under his butt.

He didn't know what to do. All Chris wanted to do was find her game of Cards Against Humanity. He wanted to learn how to play it and so he hunted all through her living room to find it, and couldn't. He should have given it up and played his DS or watched tv, but he instead went into her bedroom to look.

"The only thanking I'm giving is to you." Randal said, which was quickly followed by his sister giggling and laughing like she was being tickled.

"Stop it!" Claire was laughing followed by the sound of weight hitting and settling onto the bed. Both of them were laughing and giggling now. Chris wanted to fold his ears shut and disappear forever. He tried to pin them shut with his hands, but it hurt when he tried. He was trying too hard, he was so nervous.

Chris was supposed to be at Chuck E. Cheese. He was 16 so he knew they'd let him in alone. He told his sister that's where he'd be going while she was at work. He could buy a bunch of tokens, some pizza and soda, and rack up a huge stack of tickets. They always had cool prizes on the top shelf at those places.

But they ended up being closed. He google mapped it, and it said they were open, but what it didn't say was that they were remodeling the building and wouldn't be open again until next week. He should have texted her right then that he was going back to her apartment because the place was closed, but she's not his mother, and he went on back to her apartment. He had ridden his bike there and back since it wasn't that far of a trip.

"I can't get your belt off." she said. Chris stifled his groan and doubled over and put his face between his knees. He just hugged his legs closer to his chest and wished it was all over. He promised to himself, to God, to everyone, that he'd never snoop through his sister's belongings again.

He heard a metallic fumbling and clicking, then a thud and click of what must have been Randal's belt hitting the floor. And Chris could hear the unzipping and more kissing. He pressed his thumbs against his ear holes and was grateful for the muffled silence. It was uncomfortable, so he tried to use a softer touch, but every time he relaxed he could hear noise from the bed. Kissing, shifting of bodies, other noise. He tightened the pressure back each time and screwed his eyes shut.

The stupid game hadn't been anywhere in her living room! He just wanted to poke his nose through a few of her drawers and see if she had a junk drawer. She did have a junk drawer, but didn't have the game. He was going to give it up, but he'd already been looking for half an hour. Why didn't he text her? Why? "It might be in her closet." he even said out loud to himself. Yeah, it'll be in her friggen closet!

Claire apparently got to get off work early, and she didn't text him. He was supposed to be at Chuck E. Cheese, so why would she bother texting him if she was on her way home? She did text him after she walked in the front door. Chris massaged his thumbs into his ears as punishment to himself. While he rolled his thumb he let a brief crack form in the silence and caught a note of what sounded like his sister gasping. Right back to silence and his fingernails were digging into his fur.

He had been standing in the doorway of her closet. He'd just opened it. Why did her bedroom door have to open in toward her bedroom? That's the only reason she and Randall didn't see him. WHY didn't he step out and say hi? "I don't want her to know I was snooping!" He thought! That would have been the best option to have!

She even walked up to the doorway of her bedroom, and didn't see him due to him standing behind the bedroom door. The bathroom and kitchen were in the middle of the apartment, so she'd have seen inside both those rooms. The living room was just one big open room! She thought the place was empty and he was at Chuck E. Fucking Cheese!

And then she texted him. "Are you having fun over there?!" She'd sent him. He was standing in the doorway of her closet being an idiot and staring at the text message like a dope wondering what to do. He was so concerned about being caught snooping he hesitated.

"Just call him, Clare. He's not going to hear a buzz over a bunch of screaming kids." Randal had told her right after she sent her text. She grunted in frustration.

"You're right." she replied. Chris had panicked. He didn't want his phone to go off if she called him.

"Yah! Tryn!" He typo'd a fast response. He didn't think to just mash the volume button all the way down.

"He must be in the middle of a game. He's misspelling words." She said aloud. "But we're good to go, bucky boy."

"That's what I like to hear, foxy." Randall replied. Chris had to duck inside the closet and slide the door shut before they could get into the bedroom. Thankfully the doors rolled quietly or else he'd been caught. No, they should have been loud and squeaky that way he would have been caught and he wouldn't be trapped in his sister's closet while she was on the bed with her fucking boyfriend!

It was getting to be too much on his ears. He couldn't stop himself from pressing too hard and it was hurting. He pulled his hands away to rest his ears. The bedroom was full of only three distinct noises. The first was the double bed, which was squeaking rapidly in a tempo that was only beaten by the tempo of his racing heart. The second was Randall, who was breathing hard through his mouth and almost sounded like a panting canine, and the third was his sister.

Clare was grunting like he'd never heard her before. Not even from her softball games or track and field stuff did she sound like this. In sports Claire was tough as nails and intimidating. She always gave it 110% and it showed. Claire was consistently in the top 5 girls for both softball and track at their school. What he was hearing from her now were weak whimpering grunts that came out of her like they were being shoved out her lungs via force. Randal and his sister's noise almost seemed to be in sync with the squeaking of the bed, but of course it would consider what Chris knew they were doing!

"Oh Godd, Randal." Claire panted hard. Then they must have started kissing because the grunting and panting mostly stopped. Then he started hearing them kiss, like a loud smacking noise covered in spit. The bed stopped squeaking so much. "I love you, baby."

"Love you, too. You tired, foxy?" Randall said, chuckling.

"Oh thank god." Chris thought with immeasurable relief not even Einstein could quantify.

"You know you how to make me tired." Claire panted back at her boyfriend. "But I'm not quite tired yet."

Chris hated it, hated it, hated it. He wanted them to hurry up and be done. They'd been at it for no one knows how long. Maybe ten minutes? Fifteen? He wasn't timing them, God hurry up and leave or something!

"I wonder what I can do, then?" He asked her. They started kissing again, but there wasn't much of any other noise coming from the bed. Chris rubbed at his temples hard with his fingernail nipping at him through his fur. The pain felt therapeutic.

"You know how I like it." She told him. Chris knew his sister well enough to know she was being coy. He felt his heart sink somewhere below his ass. Right and nicely underground where he wish he was buried. He wanted this to be Over!

"Come on, scoot." He heard Randy say. There was movement on the bed, then it sounded like someone stood up and was walking, then more bed creaking.

"Wait, no, take off the condom." His sister said. What? Chris stared out into the darkness of the closet as his ears explained to him nothing but fed his imagination with too much for him to stomach. He had chills all over him that he couldn't suppress. He heard a weird noise that sounded like wet plastic. "It's over there, I moved it."

He heard a swish like something being dropped into a trashcan. Chris wasn't sure what was going on. Apparently they'd been using a condom, and now they weren't. He heard a drawer slide open? Didn't Claire have a bedside table?

"Kinky today." Randal said, but he didn't sound unhappy about it at all.

"I won't get to have you like this again until after my brother leaves." Clare replied. Oh God, what were they doing? He planted his face between his knees again.

"You gonna pick him up after this?" Randal asked her. They were back on the bed for sure now. Why were they talking? Weren't they doing something else?

"No, he rode his bike." Chris heard her respond. He heard what could have been a plastic cap popping open. His sister gasped, and he could even hear the squirt of something being ejected from a bottle. Chris cupped his palms over his ears.

"Plenty of time then." Randall's voice was deep and penetrated through the wall of handles muffling the sound from his sister's bedroom.

Chris heard his sister squeal. He jumped in his skin from the noise and gripped his ears tighter. The tight grip on his hands did nothing to obscure the continuous noise coming from his sister's mouth. If she wasn't squealing she was whining, and if neither of those she was making this deep grunting noise he couldn't wrap his head around.

His ears were hurting more and more and he kept adjusting his hands to find a position that didn't leave him aching, but every time he did he either got a sudden burst of his sister yelping or an additional pain on his ears.

Chris had to let go of his ears. He'd pinched them so hard between his head and hands the discomfort was too much. Back to rubbing his temples with his knees digging into his cheekbones he could hear the bed creaking slowly and his sister made one noise or another in sync with each groan of the bed frame.

Randall wasn't much for making noise, but his sister couldn't help herself. She was making more noise than the bed, and at a faster pace, too. Chris could hear the pace of her breathing like she was trying to run a race. He didn't want to listen, but he'd been so rough on his ears he couldn't stand trying to pin them shut again.

"Fuh- Randall...GahD!" Claire said breathlessly in between the myriad of other noise being squeezed out of her by whatever it was they were doing, that Chris dared not try to dwell on. He already knew they were doing it, and he didn't want to think further about them doing that!

"Quit clenching, foxy." Chris heard Randall say and he struggled to keep himself from grabbing again at his abused ears. He didn't want to hear that! He didn't want that!

"I-I can't, baby..." Claire whimpered back. No, no, no, Chris wasn't ready for this. He tried to sing a song in his head, loud and obnoxious to drown out the noises he was hearing from outside the closet door, but the only lyrics he could remember was the national fucking anthem.

O! Say can you see? No! By the dawn's early light? No, no! What so proudly we hailed at your sister's last screaming. God fucking no! Nothing was precious anymore, not even the anthem. No moment of silence, no hand over the heart. No bombs bursting in air, just his sister's boyfriend bursting over there! The bed was rocking and creaking like crazy and his sister was bleating like a fucking sheep from it.

He thought Randall was a cool guy, but Chris had to desperately try to push his fingers against his ear holes. It didn't fucking work! The buck was grunting and acting like he was going to break the stupid bed! Holy shit, and his sister was going crazy like she was loving every moment of getting his bed and... herself remodelled!

"Fuck! FUCK!" Randall grunted loud one last time and it sounded like he'd finally rammed the bed into the wall where it could rock and creak no long. Everything flying out his sister's mouth was a long continuous panting whimper that Chris didn't think was possible outside that one porno he'd seen on YouLube. Chris' own heart was going at a pace an engine at 5th gear flying down the interstate.

But they were finally going quiet with his sister coming off her crazy high, or whatever it was she was experiencing. Randall was just slowly panting. Chris would have been panting, too if it weren't for his jaws clenched tighter than two old LEGOs stuck together.

"Oh, baby." Claire was the first to speak. Chris didn't hear much else from them for several minutes outside the very occasional noise of bodies shifting on the bed.

"I need to get cleaned up if I'm going to run and pick us up dinner." Randall said. Chris' sore ears perked up. Was he fucking leaving? There was renewed movement in the bedroom.

"We could just order pizza." It was Claire now. They were doing something in the bedroom. Water started running in the bathroom. He could hear the water flowing through the pipes in the wall.

"Yeah, but I want to go get it from Jodi's." Randall was in the bathroom. His voice was ringing clear through the wall.

"Alright. I'll text Chris and let him know to head back." Claire said. She had been in the bathroom, too, but now Chris hear footsteps returning to the bedroom. He fished his phone out and turned off the sound and minimized the screen brightness. He got a text. Chris carefully waited, then replied that he'd head back soon.

"You're leaving now?" Claire again, having returned to the bathroom. Chris was all ears now trying to listen to every noise.

"Yeah, just gonna throw my clothes on and git. I'll call in the order on the way there. What do you want to eat?" Randall told her. They traded more words back and forth. The duo decided that Chris would want to eat pepperoni and olives. It reminded him of how hungry he was. He was starving.

"So, go! I need to show and throw the bedspread in the wash. Text me when you there, ok?" Claire told her boyfriend. It sounded like she was shooing him out of the bathroom and throw the bedroom.

"Alright, but if I don't text back call the National Guard." Randall again. They were now somewhere in the living room area. Door opened a little while later and shut. Footsteps coming back. His heart stopped when the footsteps stopped right in front of the closet door, but she paused and turned away to go into the bathroom. He couldn't hear anything except a few footsteps and clicks. Then the bathtub started up, then the shower head started going.

Chris couldn't wait too long could he? He peeked out for the first time through the closet and saw the bedroom empty. His sister was in the bathroom, but the door was open. He had to slide the door open slowly and lean out. Oh thank FUCK she was in the shower! He stumbled quietly out of the closet with both legs feeling like jelly from having sat on them for so long. He surveyed the bedroom in a panic and found it empty. There was a big wet stain on the bed and a little clear bottle of something on the nightstand and he shook his head, feeling bewildered. He got the hell out of there. Shutting the door behind him he fled through the open bedroom door and to the front of the apartment.

Randall surely had left already, right? He was phoning in the order on the drive there. Chris could sneak out and grab his bike from bike rack? Thank fuck, he'd locked it to the rack at the edge of the building and not the one right in front of his sister's apartment. They wouldn't have noticed it.

He crept out the front door and scanned the parking lot and didn't see any vehicle he was familiar with except her sister's Nissan. He'd never stop beating the shit out of himself for being so stupid. He unlocked his bike and hauled ass around the block and kept riding until he felt his heartbeat return to normal and his cock soften back to its default size.

Meanwhile.

Randall was sitting in driver seat of his chevy. He'd just finished calling in the order for pizza when he'd noticed in his rear view that someone had stepped out of his girl's apartment. It sure as hell wasn't a girl, but it was certainly a familiar fox. "Well, that's gonna make dinner a lil awkward."