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The situation was simply interoperable. Ash picked at his food as he ate with his parents; occasionally looking over at the empty spot at the table where Kristofferson sat. Mrs. Fox looked at her son. She could tell by the scowl on his face that he was not at all happy.

"What's wrong?" asked the vixen.

"Whadda ya think?" said Ash in a crappy tone. "I'm sitting here when I should be out with Agnes."

"Ash," said Mr. Fox, sighing. "We've been over this before; Agnes is interested in Kristofferson, not you. Okay?"

"No," said Ash. "Not okay. I was here first, then Kristofferson shows up and everyone thinks he's just the greatest guy in the world. Well, I don't think he's so great."

"Ash, you're being a brat," said Mrs. Fox, disgusted with her son's behavior.

"Can I be excused?" asked Ash. "I don't feel very good."

"Fine," said Mrs. Fox, not wanting to get in an argument with her only cub.

Ash took his plate and set it in the sink. Ascending the stairs, he went up to his room where he could at least enjoy some solitude for a while. He turned on his train set, watching ti go around and around the track. Grumbling to himself, he thought about how the whole room used to be his and only his, but then came along Kristofferson. Taller, younger and more athletic than him, the smaller fox had really started resenting his cousin. It was bad enough when everyone seemed to notice the silver fox more than him, but when Kris "stole" Agnes away from him, that's when Ash got really angry. He had a crush on the vixen for the past year, and was ready to make his move when she announced to him that she was going out with his cousin. It was almost too much to handle.

With the sound of the train helping to distract him from how upset he was, Ash stripped down to his underwear and climbed into the top bunk. Grabbing one of the comic books he had scattered around up there, he opened it up and started reading. Try as he might, it was futile for him to pretend that he could hide how angry he was at his cousin. Here he was, lying in bed reading a comic book in his underwear, when he was supposed to be out with Agnes. He tossed the comic book down to the floor, putting his head back on his pillows. He couldn't get Agnes out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. He kept thinking about the spots on her face, her almost picture perfect form. Closing his eyes, he almost subconsciously slipped his paw inside his underwear, feeling his cock growing hard as he thought about what he really wanted to do with Agnes. The lurid image of him banging her on the top bunk, making the bed frame shake and squeak. Oh, he wanted that more than anything. Yawning, he decided it best to get out of bed and turn off the lights. He was tired and wanted to get some sleep. Climbing back up to his bunk, he assumed his former position, with his paw underneath his underwear.

The lights were suddenly turned on, waking Ash from his sleep as he heard the bedroom door shut. Taking his left paw to cover himself from the blinding light, he realized that his right paw was still inside his underwear. Pulling it out, he knew who was in his room.

"Hey," he heard Kris call from beneath him. "How was your night?"

"Oh, just fine," said Ash, finally acclimating himself to the light and looking over the side of the top bunk. "Nothing like having my cousin steal my girlfriend from me."

Kris pulled off his clothes, stripping down to his underwear as Ash was. "She was never your girlfriend, Ash."

"She would be if you hadn't shown up," grumbled Ash, ready to start a fight with his cousin. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?'

Kris laughed. "Truth be told, Agnes was the one who couldn't control herself tonight."

Ash cocked his head to the side. It wasn't like Kris to sound so cocky, and by the tone of his voice, something big must have happened between the two tonight. The smaller fox felt a million ideas race through his mind. He just had to know what it was that took place. "What are you talking about?"

Kris looked up at him, grinning smugly. "Ha, wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yeah," said Ash. "Let me guess; you two made out, right?"

"That," said Kris. "And more."

More? Ash could feel his heart race. He didn't like where this was going at all, but still, he had to know the extent of what had transpired. "Wait . . . did she . . ." he didn't want to say it. "Did she suck your dick?"

Kris grinned even wider. "That . . . and more."

He couldn't believe it. Ash's mouth opened wide, unable to believe that they had gone all the way. "You're shitting me, right?"

"You wish," said Kris, turning off the light. "Good night."

The room was dark as Ash felt the bunk rattle around from Kris getting in the bottom bed. He still couldn't believe that Kris had actually fucked Agnes. Then again, the vixen was mad about him. They were always holding paws at school, making kissy faces at each other. Perhaps he was actually telling the truth. He flopped his head hard on the pillow, staring at the dark ceiling.

"Guess you'll have to keep pawing off, huh?" teased Kris.

The smaller fox wanted to leap down and beat the shit out of his cousin, but he knew that wouldn't change his situation. He would have to keep pawing off, thinking about what he would do with Agnes if she wasn't with Kris. He snorted.

"I'm glad I've been rubbing my dick on your toothbrush, you asshole," Ash thought to himself.

Monday after school, Ash went and told Coach Skip that he was quitting the team. The otter didn't seem to show much emotion either way about his decision, and the small red fox walked home from school, occasionally turning his back to see his more athletically inclined cousin tearing it up on the whack-bat field. Clenching his paws in rage, he waited until he was out of view before he ran home; several tears ran down his face. He was at the end of his tether.

At home, he opened the door, thinking that he would see his mother in the kitchen and hear his father typing his next column in the dean, but there was only silence. Going into the kitchen, he saw a note lying on the table from his parents. Mrs. Fox had written that they would be out until late that night, so he and Kristofferson would have to make dinner for themselves. At least he had the place to himself for now. He was too angry, too hurt to be around anyone right now. He went out to the living room, throwing his book bag on the floor before landing a hard right paw punch to the sofa. He had to get this out of his system. The rage, the betrayal he was dealing with was making him crazy. He punched the sofa with several left, right combinations, pretending that it was Kristofferson's face he was hitting. Ha, would Agnes want him then? His face all bloody and bruised? What was worse was knowing that Kris was hear to stay. His father had died of double pneumonia and then his mother died soon after, so he was a permanent resident in their home until he left for college, but that was still years away. How was he going to deal with this?

Still punching the couch, he heard a knock on the door. Panting from the energy he was exerting, he went over to the door and couldn't believe what he was seeing. He opened it.

"Agnes?" he said, still panting hard.

"Something wrong, Ash?" asked the vixen, standing in the doorway.

"Oh, nothing at all," said Ash, turning his back to the vixen. "Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, cheering him on at practice?"

"I thought you might want to talk about that," said Agnes. "Can I come in?"

Mad as he was, he still had deep feelings for the vixen. Sighing, he told her she could. The two went over to the sofa and sat down. Ash went from anger and pain to feeling very awkward around the vixen, especially if what Kris told him on Friday night had actually taken place.

"Is it true?" asked Ash. "Did you and Kris go all the way?"

Agnes opened her mouth, but was reluctant to answer the question. It was all the evidence Ash needed. "You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah," said Agnes sheepishly. "I guess you're upset, right?"

"Not exactly thrilled to hear that the girl I've been after for the past year was fucked by my cousin, no," answered Ash.

"Please don't be mad at me, Ash," said Agnes. "Can I be perfectly honest with you?"

"Okay," said Ash, not knowing what was on her mind.

"Ash, I . . . I thought that you should know that even though I'm with Kris, there's no reason that we can't still be together."

Ash was confused about what she meant by being together. "What exactly are you talking about?" He felt her paw touching his, rubbing it tenderly.

"I mean that I don't have to be exclusive with Kris," answered the vixen.

"Whoa," said Ash. "Do you mean you want me too? Don't play around with me, Agnes. I'm not in the mood today."

"I'm not," she said. "I want to be with you, Ash. You willing to share me with Kris?"

Ash felt the vixen put his arms around her, muzzling his neck. "Does Kris know about this?"

"No," she said. "And I'd like to keep it that way if possible."

Ash needed only a split second to mull over her proposal. He wanted her all to himself, but if that wasn't possible, sharing her was still far more preferable than going to bed with blue balls and getting up to paw off in the bathroom so Kris wouldn't notice.

"Okay," said Ash, fondling her breasts. "Kris won't be home for another hour at least, and my parents won't be back until late tonight."

"Good," said Agnes, breaking free of his hold and taking her clothes off. "Let's do it right here."

"Oh," said Ash, grinning. "You naughty little vixen."

"The naughtiest," she shot back.

The two wasted no time in getting it on. Ash pulled his clothes off, letting their naked bodies rub up against each other. He wanted her so badly, and now it was finally happening. He was finally losing his virginity, and to the girl of his dreams. They locked their muzzles together in a deep kiss. He could feel Agnes' heart beating away like a hummingbird's wings. Still kissing, he reached his paw down between her legs, letting it slide inside her increasingly wet pussy lips. She groaned inside his mouth, wanting more and more of him. He reached in deeper and the vixen arched her back in pleasure. Breaking their kiss, the male fox licked away at her succulent nipples, driving her even crazier. She called out to him.

"Oh, Ash," she moaned. "Stick it in me."

Rock hard and needing a release, Ash took his paw out from inside of her, guiding his cock into her vagina. He watched as her face tensed up from the sensation of being impaled by his large cock. He may have been small for his age, but he was big where it really mattered. Carefully, he worked into a rhythm, sliding his dick in and out of her. It was the greatest feeling in the world, light years better than rubbing his cock raw on the bedsheets or using tissues from the bathroom. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed at them, making her cry out. It only made him crazier. The sex drunk male fox plowed himself to the hilt, spreading her vaginal walls even farther apart. Secretly he wished that Kristofferson would walk in on them right then and see him fucking Agnes. He could just picture the horrified look on the silver fox's face. Grinning, he went into overdrive, banging the shit out of her. The vixen screamed, yelling at him to fuck her harder, faster. Ash's body lined with sweat as he went to it. He had pawed off twice that morning, and even went into the bathroom at school to shoot one out, so she wasn't getting an easy one by any means. With her pussy sopping wet, Ash could feel that he was about ready to blast inside of her. With all the strength he could muster, he gave everything he had. He could hear her crying as she was having her own orgasm just in time for him to blast a load inside of her. It was unreal, the feeling of shooting his semen into the hot vixen. Panting, he collapsed onto the vixen, still inside of her.

"Oh god, Ash," she said. "That was lovely."

"Thanks," said Ash, panting. "Hey, who's bigger, me or Kris?"

"You," said the vixen. "All the more reason that I want to be with you too."

"Fine by me," said Ash, giving her a kiss.

Agnes was out the door soon after their love making. She had to get back to see Kris practice so he wouldn't get too suspicious about what she was really doing. Ash went about turning over the sofa cushion where his cum had spilled out on, not wanting to leave any visible evidence for anyone at home. He also made sure to shower so no one could smell Agnes on him. As much fun as it would have been for Kris to walk in on them, he knew that wasn't a well thought out plan of action, as it would undoubtedly lead to a very brutal fight between the two of them, and Kris was skilled at several martial arts. Better to keep what they did on the down low.

Ash was busy eating a meal in the kitchen when Kris came home. The silver fox entered the dining area, seeing Ash sitting at the table. "Hey," he said. "Is it true you quit the team today?"

"Yeah," said Ash. "I think it would be best for me to spend time doing other things."

"Really?" said Kris, sitting down at the table across from his cousin. "Like what?"

"I've got about a million comics upstairs I still need to read. Besides, I'm not a real athlete. You are."

The silver fox was puzzled by his cousin's behavior. Ash had been so pissy and insufferable since he had started going steady with Agnes that he expected the smaller fox to try picking a fight with him again. "Gee, thanks," said Kris. "I don't think you're a bad athlete, though."

"I appreciate that," said Ash. "But really I think I'm just in the way at practice and I kind of get tired of having my butt planted to the bench."

Kris shrugged. "That's your choice. You know, the weirdest thing happened at practice today."

"What?"

"Agnes told me she had to go home to get something, but she was gone for almost an hour. Funny thing is, she never told me what she had to get or why she was gone so long. I don't know, maybe she had to get a tampon or something."

Ash laughed, almost choking on his food. "That is funny," he said, eventually swallowing his food. "I hope you two will be happy together."

Now Kris was really shocked by his cousin's words. "Wow, you're being quite magnanimous all of the sudden."

"I think I had an epiphany today," mused Ash. "I realized that there's no point in trying to be someone you're not, and there's also no point in going after someone who's not interested in you. Really, I feel better than I have in ages; like a weight has been lifted off me or something. I don't have all that rage boiling inside me, and it's a relief."

"Glad to hear that," said Kris, getting up. "Hey, I'll be back. I'm all sweaty and stinky from practice, so I need a shower."

"Okay," said Ash, "See you soon."

The smaller fox watched Kris exit the kitchen for the bathroom. Grinning deviously, he thought about what he had just gotten away with. "Oh Kris, you poor, ignorant bastard."

Months went by, and Ash was still able to maintain his secret liaison with Agnes. It wasn't easy, as most days one or both of his parents were home, so he'd have to go sneak off into the woods with the vixen. Sometimes he could still smell Kris on her, knowing that she had just gotten done being fucked by the silver fox, but by now he didn't care. Agnes was willing to give him pussy, so why complain? Never once did Kris express any suspicions or make any accusations. Everything was in order.

Ash, Kris, Mr. and Mrs. Fox set at the dinner table, eating their meal together. The family was discussing about their plans for the future. School would be done soon, which meant summer vacation of the two young boys. Mr. Fox's column was getting wider circulation in other newspapers, which meant he was also receiving a larger paycheck. The family even talked about going off somewhere for a vacation, maybe Florida or even Hawaii.

"Hawaii?" said the vixen, taking a chicken leg from the center plate on the table. "Can we really afford that?"

"Why not?" said Mr. Fox. "You only live once, you know."

"Yes," said Mrs. Fox. "But I'd prefer not living in poverty again."

"You worry too much," responded her husband. "What do you boys think?"

"Sounds good to me," answered Kris.

"Cool," said Ash, but knowing that he'd miss fucking Agnes on the sly as he'd been doing for the past few months.

"Then it's settled," said Mr. Fox. "I'll call the travel agent right now."

Mr. Fox went over to the telephone on the wall, but before he could pick it up, he heard it ringing. Momentarily startled, he picked it up. "Hello? Yes, she's right here."

"Who is it?" asked Mrs. Fox, getting up and taking hold of the phone.

"It's Agnes mother," said Mr. Fox.

Mrs. Fox's eyes brightened up as her husband relinquished control of the phone to her. "Janet? Yes! It's Felicity. What's going on?"

Mrs. Fox's expression went from one of joy to that of terror and finally anger as she listened to what Agnes' mother had to say. The conversation didn't last long, and ended with the vixen saying "bye" before hanging up the phone. She pointed at the two boys.

"Ash, Kris," she said, barely controlling her rage. "You two go to your room right this second."

"But I'm not done eating," complained Ash.

Instantly, Mrs. Fox burst into a rage. "Get your asses upstairs right this second!" she screamed.

Dropping their food, the boys almost tripped over each other as they fled the kitchen and ran upstairs to their room. They slammed the door behind them, hoping that Mrs. Fox wasn't following them with a wooden spoon in her paw. Ash had gotten his share of whacks to the tail for being a smart ass, and even as a teenager, he had a visceral fear of that object.

"What's she so upset about?" asked Kris.

"I don't know," said Ash.

The boys continued waiting in their room for almost another hour, neither one of them saying another word to each other. Finally, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said Ash meekly.

In walked Mr. and Mrs. Fox. Neither one of them looking pleased at the moment. Mrs. Fox pointed a paw at her two boys. "Do either one of you know why I sent you to your room?" she asked angrily.

"Um," said Ash, not knowing what to say.

"Well," said Mrs. Fox, putting her paws against her hips. "Agnes' mother told me that Agnes is pregnant and that one of you is the father! Is there any truth to that? Have you boys been having sex with her?"

Ash was the first to answer. "Yes."

Kris' jaw dropped at his cousin's confession. "What? You little piece of shit! You've been fucking my girlfriend!"

Ash snapped back. "Serves you right for stealing her away from me."

Kris was on Ash in an instant, punching him in the gut. Knocked on his rump, Ash managed a kick to his cousin's groin, sending him to the floor before Mr. and Mrs. Fox managed to get in between them.

"Stop it, both of you!" screamed Mr. Fox. "We don't need any of this right now."

Kris cupped his paws on his injured testicles, but still he wanted to go after Ash. Mrs. Fox stared down at her nephew. "I take it you've been having sex with Agnes too, haven't you, Kristofferson?"

"Yeah," he said, getting to his feet, but still in pain.

"I can't believe you two," said Mrs. Fox. "Both of you are only thirteen years old and there's a good chance that one of you is going to be a father soon. What were you thinking? Do you have any clue what this is going to do to your lives?"

"Either one of you plan on taking care of a cub?" added Mr. Fox.

Both boys were silent. They knew that they had no idea at such a young age what it would be like to have to support a cub.

"Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves," said Mrs. Fox. "You two are cousins, and Kris, you're really like our son now, so do you realize that you're making us grandparents now? Do you think we're ready for that kind of responsibility at this age?"

Neither of them had an answer for her. Mr. and Mrs. Fox kept on lecturing them, and informing them that they were grounded; forbidden to leave the house unless they were going to school and they could forget about going to Hawaii or anywhere else since they had been so deceitful, plus they were going to need to save money for the cub that would soon be coming into the world.

"Kris," said Mr. Fox. "You're going to be sleeping in the den from now on. I don't want you two up here punching and kicking each other."

"Good," said Ash. "He can stay down there for all I care."

"Shut up," said Mrs. Fox. "One more word out of you and I'll be burning your entire comic book collection, Ash."

The red fox shut his mouth, knowing that his mother did not make idle threats, and the thought of having his comics go up in smoke made him quiver. Mr. Fox tried explaining a more to reason with the boys.

"Guys, you two should be treating each other like brothers, not like enemies. Kris, you're really like a son to us now, and we love you like one. I just hope you two can forgive each other some day."

"In the meantime," said Mrs. Fox, still furious. "We're going to have to take both of you to the doctor's for a DNA test to see which one of you is the father. Agnes isn't far enough along to test the cub yet, so we'll have many more weeks to wait. In the meantime, you will stay grounded and you'll have extra chores around the house too. I'm still very mad at both of you. Kris, get your clothes and blankets and go down to the den. I don't want either of you two fighting again, or there will be hell to pay. You'd better believe that."

Kris picked up his things and left with Mr. Fox, looking back at Ash and glaring at him. Ash glared back, wishing that his cousin would just go away. It was going to be a very long summer.

School ended, but not before everyone else had heard what Ash and Kris had done. Agnes had been so badly bullied that her parents pulled her out of school for the remainder of the term. It had been absolute misery for everyone. Kris had to quit the whack-bat team, and Ash wasn't allowed to spend any money on his comics. Both of them had already given their DNA samples for the doctor to send to the lab. Now they had to wait for the fetus to develop enough to test it. The days dragged on, but slowly Ash and Kris had learned to live with each other, though Kris still slept in the den away from Ash. Even Mr. and Mrs. Fox had gotten used to the idea of grandparents, though there was still trepidation at the responsibilities they would have to assume as co caretakers of a grandchild.

Finally the big day came. Mr. and Mrs. Fox stood in the kitchen, waiting for the phone call from the doctor's office. They all sat around the table, talking about the situation.

"No matter which one of you is the father," said Mrs. Fox. "I expect the other one to be supportive. We don't need anymore acrimony in this family."

"Can I say something?" asked Ash.

"Go ahead, son," said Mr. Fox.

Ash stood up, looking over at his cousin. "Kris, I'm sorry I went behind your back with Agnes. It was wrong for me to do that. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you. I'll never do that again, ever."

Kris stood up. "I'd like to say something too. Ash, I forgive you. I know it was hard for you, dealing with me and Agnes. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry about going behind your back too."

Mr. and Mrs. Fox were touched. It was the first time that they had heard Kristofferson refer to them as his parents. This whole ordeal started with bitter hatred and resentment, but was now being handled with love and respect. It had really brought them together as a family.

The phone rang. Everyone could feel their heart rates increasing as they prepared themselves for the news. Mrs. Fox answered the phone, waiting to hear what the news was. "Hello?" she said nervously. "Yes, Janet, it's Felicity. What's the news?" Everyone watched, trying to figure out what was going on. The conversation went on for some time, but Mrs. Fox maintained a stoic countenance. Ash and Kris could feel their foreheads line with sweat, just knowing that one of them would be the father.

"Thank you, Janet. You take care. Bye," said the vixen, hanging up the phone.

"What's the word?" asked her husband.

"You boys dodged a bullet," said Mrs. Fox. "It turns out Agnes was sleeping with several other male foxes in school, and one of them is the father, not you."

Ash and Kris breathed a sigh of relief. For so long now, they had been stressed out over their impending fatherhood, but it was not to be. They were in the clear.

"I hope you both learned a lesson," said Mrs. Fox.

"Yeah," said Ash. "I'm going to use a rubber next time."

"Ash!" shouted Mrs. Fox, though Mr. Fox and Kris cover their muzzles laughing.

"Okay," said Mr. Fox. "Honey, would you come to the den with me? There's something we need to talk about."

The couple left their two boys alone in the kitchen, both of them overjoyed at having been cleared. "Wow," said Ash. "I can't believe we're not going to be fathers."

"Yeah," said Kris. "But can you believe that about Agnes? Damn, she's kind of a whore, isn't she?"

"I guess," said Ash. "You think Mom and Dad will take us to Hawaii after all?"

"Maybe," laughed Kris. "Maybe that's what they're talking about in the den."

"Could be," said Ash. "But you know what's more important than that right now?"

"What?" asked Kris.

Ash got on his feet, going over to Kris. "I'm just glad that we're friends again."

"No," said Kris, getting to his feet.

"No?" said Ash, thinking that Kris was still mad at him.

"No," repeated the silver fox. "We're more than that. We're brothers."

The two embraced in a hug. "Yeah," we're brothers now," said Ash. "One thing though."

"What's that?" asked Kris.

"We just have to remember, bros before hoes, okay?"

"Sure thing," said Kris, hugging him even tighter. "Come on, let's go sneak over to the den to see what Mom and Dad are talking about, okay?"

"Hell yeah," said Ash, running out of the kitchen with his new brother.