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Mike put the phone down. Kody. Grey? Grey? Why was that last name so familiar? The tod chewed on his bottom lip as he tried to remember exactly where he'd heard that name before. And then it hit him lick a sack of bricks.

He'd been sitting in his room reading Of Mice and Males for English 100 when Chris had almost torn the door off its hinges to come in. "Oh man, Mike! I just fucking nailed this tight little vixen in my car," he'd said, the smell of booze on his lips from obvious post orgasmic celebration down at the bar, "Probably going to have to make up a story about how that bitch tore up the back seat to dad."

Mike had just snorted, not wanting to hear about his brother's latest escapade. "Congrats," he replied to his older brother, still trying to read his book, hoping that ignoring the boisterous tod would make him go away. It didn't. In fact ignoring him just made Chris move over to his brother and slap the book away. "If you keep your head in books you're never gonna be a stud like me," the larger man had said, "You'll just end up with my sloppy seconds."

Mike snorted and chuffed as he glared at his older brother, "I'm not taking your sloppy seconds, Chris."

Chris just laughed back, "I fucked half your girlfriends before you got to them. You're gonna be stuck with my sloppy seconds the rest of your life. I might even pass that little country gal off to you. In fact, you can fucking have Josephine Grey. She's perfect for you. Dumb as a sack of rocks and about as buoyant as one too. Dumb bitch even thought I wore a condom."

Mike's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "You did WHAT!"

Chris laughed, "You fucking herd me, kit. I nailed that vixen bare back while she was all in heat and needy. She was begging for my fox cock. You should have seen it."

Mike had blinked in complete and utter surprise, mouth open as he listened to what his brother had just done. "You're kidding right," he begged towards his older brother, "Please tell me you're kidding!"

Chris chuckled, "I'm not kidding, runt. I filled that vixen cunt full of cum."

"Jesus Christ, Chris," he started to yell, "Do you know what kind of trouble you could get in! What if she gets pregnant!"

"She wouldn't be the first I've knocked up. I'm one virile fox," his older brother said with a chuckle and a glimmer of pride, "She'll take her morning after pill, and I'll push her away until she comes back begging for my dick."

Mike snorted, "And if she doesn't?"

Chris laughed, "If she's that dumb then she deserves to get pregnant."

"You're a monster, you know that," the younger brother said with a growl. The wolf like fox just laughed before heading out of the room, "You're just jealous, runt."

Mike remembered seeing Josephine in class the entire rest of the school year. He was even there when she'd confronted Chris about what he'd done. He'd watched every day in class as she began to look more and more pregnant by the week. The last time he saw her for that term was during finals week.

When classes started up again that following August, everyone hadn't expected her to come back, but she did. Everyone was curious about her kit, but she wouldn't talk about it. The rumor on campus had been that she'd ended up with a miscarriage by the way she acted whenever anyone asked what happened.

Mike's daydream of college ended abruptly as he stared down at the name he'd written down. "Thirty years old. Said he'd lost two fathers. Said his first father was named Chris, and he didn't care about him. Renamed himself Grey after his adopted parent's accident. Holy. Shit. This. I just. I just got off the phone with my damn NEPHEW!"

The near fifty year old fox had to blink several times as he started to figure out what to do next. He probably SHOULD tell his aging father that he had a grandtod, but the information could easily cause issues concerning conflicts of interest.

Mike chewed on his lower lip, his ears flattening against his head. He'd never lied to his father, but he didn't have to tell him the entire truth either. He could easily leave out the messy details of Kody Grey being his grandkit for after the trial. He did, however, want to at least check to see if Kody Grey WAS his nephew. That way, he could be completely sure before spilling the beans to his father.

"I'm probably not going to get to meet him on the base," he said as he started to tap the pen in his hand onto the note pad, "But I wonder if I can arrange a meeting over the weekend."

He pressed speed dial on his desk phone, hoping that he could talk directly to the other fox, but his call went straight to voice mail. He left him a short message about arranging a meeting, even giving him his personal phone number to respond by text. He'd hung up the phone only to get a text about two minutes later that read, "Sure. Gideon's Real Good Baked Stuffs in Bunnyburrow. Noon."