Anaranjado
Commission for Kairopter
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Anaranjado was the probably the most rural city in the lower states. The population didn't quite breach a hundred, cell phone signal was virtually non-existent, and the only shop in town doubled as the gas station, post office, and airport.
One commercial plane that would get you as far as the next largest city, where you could then take a real flight. Marisella, the store-owner and pilot, would have to close down the shop if anyone ever needed a flight.
There was no hospital, police station, fire department, school, or jail. The animal population of the town outnumbered the people nearly a thousand to one, and with how much land the farmers owned, your nearest neighbor could be miles away.
Dylan was one of the the youngest members of the small town and had just turned twenty-two the previous month. He and his father had been tending to crops out in the middle of nowhere for close to twenty years. Sometimes hired help would come in to help work the land, but they didn't live in Anaranjado, and kept mostly to themselves and the person they worked for.
Dylan and his father tended to their farm by themselves and kept everything running as smooth as they can. There was acres of crops to tend to, and it was a full day of work to get everything done when it got close to harvest.
Sweat dripped from the wolf's brow and he paused for a moment to make sure his long, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it off his neck and the sweat-drenched hair from clinging to his face. The fields weren't as busy this week, but there were also a few fields of animals to feed, tend to, and visit.
The muscles on his back and arms rippled as he hefted another bale of hay up into the bed of his truck, then another, and another. Music was playing back from the cab of Dylan's trunk, a local radio station that played a mix of pop and soul, and he mouthed the words to a particular song while loading up the back of his truck.
It was hot outside, but most days were like that and anymore he didn't hardly notice. His chest was bare, not an ounce of fat visible beneath the farm-worked muscle. His grey fur was soaked from sweat, trimmed neatly, and looked like tarnished silver in the waning sun. When dry and clean it would be a whiter shade of pale silver, bleached by long hours in the sun.
Torn-off jean shorts were all the wolf was wearing, the fabric worn so thin in some places that the bare fur beneath showed through. It wasn't as if he had to remain decent this far away from others, nor had anyone to impress.
Once he'd gotten the truck bed loaded up he hopped into the cab and revved the old engine of the beaten but trusty truck. It was a short drive down one of their roads to get to the cows and another truck on the road honked a few times to get his attention as they approached.
Dylan pulled the truck to a stop and rolled down his window, sticking his head out while the man in the other truck did the same. "What's up?"
Collin looked like the template used to create Dylan. Aside from Collin's close-cropped hair, they were built very similar, and it was only twenty-plus years that kept them from being mistaken for brothers.
"Hey bud, get the hay dropped off at the cows and then head on back to the house and clean up. We've got company coming to town in a few hours and have to make it up to town to meet your brother." the older wolf said.
Dylan's body tensed, nostrils flaring slightly, but there was no reaction past that. "Blake is coming here?"
Collin nodded and hooked a thumb back behind him down the road that eventually merged to one into town. "Yup, should be here in about two hours. I'd told ya he was coming down a couple weeks ago."
The wolf's lips twitched, but he didn't frown, just nodded. "Ah. Right. I guess I lost track of the days," he muttered, looking back down the road. "You sure you need me to go pick him up?"
"Hey, it's a long drive out there. Wouldn't want to let me suffer all the way out there alone, would ya? Besides, think it'd be nice for us both to be there to greet him," his father said, reaching out across the gap between their trucks and clapping his son on the arm.
Dylan sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll get this dropped off real quick and wash up. Is..." he paused for a moment, glancing back to his father. "Is she going to be there?"
This time it was Collin's turn to tense, jaw setting to prevent a frown. "No. She isn't. Just Blake," he said, not going further into detail.
"How long will he be here?"
"Two weeks while she is off on vacation."
Dylan nodded and put the truck back into gear. "Alright. I'll be back at the house in about thirty,"
Collin nodded and righted himself in his cab and the two drove off.
It had been a few years since Dylan had seen Blake, and a few more since he'd seen their mother. He'd been raised well, and never spoke ill about anyone, no matter the transgression, but their mother had never been a very good person.
She and his father met a lifetime ago when he worked on a more populated farm further north. He had dreams of owning his own land, and she was always wanting to get off to the city to try and make it big as an actress. Collin's dream had gotten closer and closer to achievable with the money he was able to set aside, and her dreams never came close to taking off, something she resented him for.
She was never warm or caring, and cared only for material wealth and looks. Dylan had very few memories of her, and barely any were fond.
Dylan was four, his mother pregnant with Blake, when they'd split. She signed over full custody of Dylan to his father and promised not to go after child support if she retained full custody of her unborn child. Collin was crushed, but knew he couldn't fight her without possibly losing everything. Even now, Dylan knew that his father regretted never fighting harder against her to keep Blake as well, no matter the cause.
Over the years, their mother would drop Blake off with little to no warning, disappear for a few weeks to go out of the country on the dime of some rich sugar-daddy, and then come back to pick him up.
Dylan was ten the first time he'd met Blake. Already, the young wolf had smooth, lean muscles and long hair, and Blake was a scrawny kit who had yet to find himself. They'd gotten along fine then, and Dylan even longed to keep Blake around to have a brother.
They met again a couple years later, and while still enjoyed each other's company, they were still young and unsure of themselves. Two more years passed and Blake had started to become a bit of a bad-tempered brat, and Dylan was upset with himself, fearing it was something he'd done.
Four more years, Dylan was about done with his schooling, and the fox was just now in high school. It had been a miserable couple of weeks. Blake had no interest in doing anything except listen to his music, complain about the heat, smell of animals, lack of phone signal, and everything else.
Dylan was more than pleased when the younger fox finally went back to their mother and was out of his hair.
Blake would be about eighteen now, and would probably drive him up one wall and down another. The farm was about as relaxed as the season would allow, but there was still plenty of work to be done, and Dylan wouldn't have time to put up with his brother's incessant whining and complaining, or to help keep him occupied.
It took less time to unload the hay than load it, and soon enough the wolf was back on the road to the house to wash up.The sun would be down by the time they made it into town, and the temperature would have leveled off to only mildly-discomforting instead of oppressing.
Dylan took a quick shower and then changed into a clean pair of jeans, a white, sleeveless undershirt, and a blue, flannel shirt. The look was completed with a brown, leather cowboy hat that was cracked in some places from the harsh sun.
His dad was already outside and the pair of wolves climbed into the cab of the nicer, newer truck, and started off towards town.
Neither of them spoke for a good ten minutes, though the silence was comfortable and familiar. The satellite radio and the rumbling of the truck's engine over dirt and gravel were the only sounds until the hit the main interstate running to town.
It was rare to see other cars on the road this far south, though a transport bus would drive through and stop for gas every few days on the way to a bigger city. That's how Blake always arrived.
"So, you excited to see Blake again after all these years?" Collin asked, glancing sideways to his son.
Dylan's face glassed over and he kept his eyes on the road ahead. "I don't know. I know he doesn't enjoy the country life out here,"
The older wolf chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Well, the lifestyle isn't for everyone, and that's okay. If you'd grown up in the city, and were accustomed to all the flash and fancy, you'd probably hate it out here, too."
The younger wolf sighed through his nose and nodded a couple times. "Yeah, maybe... but I think I'd remain civil."
Collin clapped his son on the thigh and squeezed. "Now now, you know how hard it might be for him where he is. I'm sure you two will get along fine. You have before."
"When we were kids," Dylan interjected, turning to look at his father now.
The older wolf's smile touched his eyes and he chuckled. "And you both always will be, as far as I'm concerned."
Dylan sighed again, shaking his head. There was nothing more to be said about that, and in deference to his father, he was willing to try it again, though he was none too pleased.
They arrived in town about twenty minutes later and the sun had nearly set beyond the horizon. Collin pulled into the lot of the small convenience store, post office, gas station, airport. Not more than a hundred yards off was the small hangar that kept the small commercial jet.
The older wolf guided the truck around to one of the gas station pumps and hopped out. There was only two gas pumps, but with the town as small as it was, there was never any wait to use one. "Gonna fill 'er up if you wanna go inside and track down Blake,"
Dylan clenched his jaw, but nodded. He would have preferred his dad do all the talking, but he wasn't about to argue. He pushed open the front door and stepped inside, earning a nod from the only employee working today.
He didn't have to go far before a slim, somewhat effeminate fox appeared from the far aisle, a liter of soda in his paws. It might have been four years, but there was no mistaking his younger brother. "Blake?" he asked.
Blake had grown. A pair of skinny jeans showed off his long, slim legs and round hips, and a bright blue shirt showed his flat stomach through the tight material. There were metal bars running through each of his ears, a stud through one eyebrow, and a tight, leather collar around his neck.
He was a marble fox with gleaming white fur, and a streak of black that traveled from his head down his back and tail, though he no longer had the long hair that Dylan favored for himself. He'd cropped it off short and messy so it fell over one eye, and the light caught on some darker, purple highlights through the jet black hair.
"Yeah?" the fox asked and there was a slight edge to his voice that made Dylan think he might have been forgotten.
"It's Dylan? Your brother?" the wolf said flatly, trying to keep all emotion from his voice. He might not have liked his brother, but he couldn't be rude.
Most would have expected a sudden exclamation of excitement, maybe a running hug that ended with the smaller canine being caught in the arms of the bigger. They weren't close, though, and they never kept in contact.
"Ah, hey. I thought so, but I don't remember you being so big or anything," the fox said, though his voice was dry and unamused. "We ready, then?"
Dylan's jaw tightened in irritation and his paws curled into fists. He wasn't expecting a hug, or for Blake to make a scene, but he was hoping for something more than disinterest. "Yeah. As soon as you are."
Blake nodded and tossed the bottle of soda between his paws as he headed for the register. He dug out a few bucks and handed it over before nodding to his brother. "Mkay, I'm ready," he said. The fox picked up a black, leather suitcase by the register and the wheels rolled slowly across tiles and out the door.
Dylan made a beeline for his dad's truck, not saying another word to his brother. "It was going to be a long couple of weeks," he thought.
Collin looked up from pumping gas and beamed at the small canine. "Blake! It's good to see you again, hmm?" he said, stepping from around the truck and wrapping the fox up in his arms.
Blake's body went stiff as a board before he relaxed and awkwardly returned the hug, nodding slowly. "Ah, yeah. Hi dad," he said quietly.
The large wolf grabbed his son's suitcase and heaved it into the truck with one hand. It thunked down in the bed of the truck and Blake cringed. "Be careful! My laptop is in there," he protested.
Collin's ears perked up and he chuckled, clapping Blake on the shoulder. The smaller fox nearly lost his balance. "Ah, don't worry about it. It wasn't that rough. Come on, let's get you back home for supper."
Dylan stood next to the cab's door, waiting for his dad and brother to get in, trying not to grind his teeth. "Yeah, come on," he offered, hurrying the others along.
Collin finished pumping gas and climbed back into the truck, both his sons following after. The small fox was squished between the two larger, older wolves and while Dylan didn't enjoy it, Blake didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
The ride back to the house consisted mostly of very very light conversation, and almost entirely excluded Dylan. The wolf kept his gaze out of the window, staring off into the dark fields as the sun set beyond the horizon.
They pulled up to the darkened house and Dylan was out of the truck before they'd even come to a complete stop. Collin heaved the suitcase out of the back of the truck, keeping it over a shoulder instead of turning it over to the fox.
The house looked like your stereotypical, multi-level farmhouse. Three stories tall with a cellar beneath, a veranda that wrapped around most of the ground floor, and large bay windows for several of the bedrooms and living rooms.
The paint was newly refreshed in a lovely shade of dark blue, the trim in bright white. It had a low pitched roof and a brass weather vane on top that spun noiselessly as the wind turned it here and there.
Years ago, Dylan and Blake would spend hours running through the house, playing hide and seek, and tag. Now, they'd probably stay in their own spaces, keeping to themselves, and doing their best to ignore one another.
Collin put the fox's suitcase down near the door and went straight for the kitchen, leaving the brothers behind in the foyer. "You two get all settled, I'm going to get dinner started," he called.
Dylan watched his father walk off and sighed through his nose. "Well, I'm sure you remember where you stay, right?" the wolf asked, gesturing down at the fox's suitcase and shrugging.
Blake's neutral expression turned bitter and he grabbed the handle of his suitcase, grumbling at his older brother. "Look, if you don't wanna be around me, then fine. Not like I give a shit," he said under his breath.
Dlyan's ears perked up and then flatted backwards, a heavy sigh escaping his nose. "Wait, Blake, I just-"
"Yeah, whatever. Just tell me when dinner's done." Blake cut him off, shaking his head and storming up the stairs, his suitcase banging against each step on the way up.
The older brother just balled his paws into fists and growled deeply, resisting the urge to punch or break something. Hadn't even been an hour and already he was sick of his younger brother.
A little more than an hour passed by and Collin sent Dylan upstairs to find Blake and bring him down for dinner.
Dylan mounted the stairs to the third floor where the only two rooms were his and the guest bedroom. He knocked on the door frame and stepped into the room. "Food's ready, come on," he muttered.
Blake was lying across the bed on his stomach, typing away on his computer with headphones in his ears. He hadn't even heard his brother.
The older wolf sighed and stepped forward, putting a paw on Blake's shoulder. There was no point in raising his voice, and he'd figured it couldn't hurt to try and patch things up.
The marbled fox jumped and pulled his headphones out of his ears, turning to look up at his older brother. "What?" he asked, confused for a second before the ears perked up. "Oh, food?"
Dylan's jaw tightened, but he didn't frown. "Mhm, it's ready. Come on,"
Blake shut his laptop and hopped up off the bed, falling in line behind his older brother. "So, what did I ever do to you?"
The wolf's jaw tightened even more but he fought back the anger and took a deep breath. "Look, just... have dinner and be nice. I don't want to give dad any trouble."
"I'm not the one being rude, ya know," the fox muttered under his breath as they made it down to ground floor.
Dylan wanted to respond, but shook his head. "Not worth it," he thought.
Collin had slow-cooked a few rib-eye steaks for them. Huge, hand-cut pieces of meat that filled the kitchen with all sorts of intoxicating smells of herbs, seasoning, and blood from the meat. Mashed potatoes had been whipped up with butter, garlic, and bits of bacon were mixed throughout. Home-grown vegetables were cooked, seasoned, and tossed in a small bowl aside the meat and potatoes.
Both Dylan and Blake took seats at the table, genuinely thankful for the meal their dad had made for them. Dylan was used to this sort of meal, but he often did half, or most of the work, and wasn't as good at cooking as his father.
Blake was more used to carry out and delivery food, and couldn't have cooked for himself if his life depended on it. His mom was never home to cook, either.
The meal was less awkward than the ride home, at least, but Dylan and Blake didn't do much talking. Collin inquired about Blake, and even asked about their mom to see if she was doing okay.
The young fox closed up at questions about his mom and just mentioned that she was often away from the house. It was his last year at school and he was looking to go to college for graphic design, and offhandedly mentioned that he probably wouldn't see her again after that.
When the talk turned to farm work, and what the upcoming weeks would entail, Blake just focused on his food, listening with little interest on the matter.
"Are you going to help with anything this time?" Dylan asked Blake towards the end of the meal.
It took the marbled fox a few moments before he realized that he'd been spoken to and he straightened up. "Huh? What?"
Dylan rolled his eyes and looked back down at his empty plate. "Guess not," he growled.
The fox's eyes narrowed and his small paws balled up. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention-"
"Shocking!" Dylan shot back, interrupting the fox.
"Boys," Collin cautioned, a frown moving across his face.
"Hey, fuck off. It's not like you were talking about anything I know about!" Blake snapped.
Dylan's head rocked back as if slapped; he couldn't believe his younger brother would cuss at him as such. "It's more important than your stupid clothes, or phone, or internet. This is our life,"
"Boys," Collin said again, a bit louder. His frown turning into a straight line as he set his jaw.
"Well it's not MY life. Why should I have to help muck-"
"Because we're providing you shelter and food, and it's the least you could do to-"
"I'm a guest! Not some slave."
"You're family."
"Bull. Family actually gives a shit about-"
"BOYS," Collin barked. The room went quiet and both of his sons turned to look at him, shamed looks on both faces. "I know you haven't gotten along as well the last few times, but this has got to change. You're brothers. You're family. You ARE," he added, cutting off Blake before the fox could speak.
The fox slumped in his chair, looking down at the table, his ears flat against his head.
Dylan opened his muzzle to say something, feeling a bit righteous with his dad's mollification of his younger brother.
Collin's gaze snapped to Dylan and he held up a paw. "And if he doesn't want to help, he doesn't have to. He is family, and he's also a guest. We're going to accommodate him for whoever he chooses to be," he said sternly.
The older wolf stood up from the table, sighing exasperatedly. "I'm going to go take a bath, and then get some sleep. I'm expecting both of you to be civil and get along." With that he turned and left the dining room and the two, pacified canines.
They turned to look at each other, ears flat against their heads, but didn't say anything. Neither wanted to be the first to admit fault, or to reach out. It wasn't going to be that simple.
Dylan got up from the table and grabbed his plate, taking it back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. When he turned to go retrieve the other dishes, Blake was standing there with the rest in his paws.
"Here," he said, nudging against Dylan's side to get to the sink.
The older brother just watched as Blake began cleaning off their plates and silverware. A brief pang of pity hit him. "Thanks," he said, giving the fox's shoulder a gentle nudge with a paw.
Blake shrugged and glanced back at the wolf. "It's just dishes," he said.
Dylan chuckled a bit and leaned against the counter. "Yeah, well at least it's something," he said.
The fox paused and turned to look at the wolf, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Look, if you're going to try and guilt trip me as I'm actually doing something for you, then just go away."
"What? I was just saying that-"
"Yeah, that at least I'm not completely useless," the fox muttered, scrubbing away at the plate. "Just leave me alone."
Dylan's muzzle hung open in surprise, not entirely certain what he'd done. He growled and threw his hands in the air. "Fine! Whatever," He stormed off up the stairs to third floor to get ready for bed.
The wolf stripped down to nothing and flopped heavily on his bed, reading a few chapters of his book before finally falling asleep. He was still aggravated with his brother, but maybe all they needed to do was sleep on things.
Blake was up much longer than the wolf. He snuck up the stairs to finally crawl into bed and noticed the wolf's door was open. Peeking inside he saw the naked form of his brother sprawled out in the warm night air, thin sheet laying across his chest, but nothing else.
The black and white fox grinned and took in the sight of his older brother. Defined muscles, thick sheath, swollen balls. Blake was tempted to help drain them right then and there, but a sudden snort from his brother scared him off.
The fox was asleep shortly after, still thinking about what he could do to try and ease the tension between them.
Collin ran through the house early that morning, pulling on clothes and grabbing equipment, talking into the SAT phone he had for emergencies.
Dylan usually slept through most noises, but his dad came into his room and shook his shoulder until he woke up. His head was still fuzzy, but it was about time to get up normally. "What's going on?"
"Carmichael fell off the roof this morning. Broke his leg pretty bad," Collin explained, talking about one of their neighbors on the far end of town almost an hour away.
"What? Oh shit, what was he doing?" Dylan asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"They had a leak and he was trying to fix it. Slipped. Anyway, he's gotten off to get some help for the leg, but Colleen needs some help with the farm for a couple days. I'm going to head over there as quick as I can, help where I can. I'll probably be there until Carmichael gets back. Should only be a day, maybe two," he said, holding up his bag for emphasis.
The younger wolf blinked a few times and nodded, still groggy. "Mmm, do you need any help? Should I come with?"
"No, just stay with your brother and work on the farm. There's not much to do, but don't kill yourself trying to get it all done, okay?" he asked, squeezing the wolf's shoulder and smiling warmly. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I let your brother know that I was heading out."
Dylan's teeth ground together in frustration. He'd happily forgotten that Blake was staying with them. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be alright," he mumbled, falling back on the mattress and sighing.
"Take care. Love ya," Collin said, patting Dylan's shoulder before taking off out of the house before the sun had even managed to come up.
An hour later the wolf was stumbling through his room for clean clothes to wear for the day. He was grumbling angrily to himself and throwing a bit of a tantrum at the idea of doing all the farm work by himself while his younger brother lounged around the house.
The racket he was making, coupled with Blake's room being against his, woke the small fox.
"What is your problem?" Blake asked, arms crossing over his shoulder. He was leaning against the door frame to Dylan's room, watching his brother dress. A yawn split his muzzle and he shook his head to try and clear his head.
Dylan had only gotten as far as a pair of boxers and he turned back to face the white and black fox, sighing through his nose. "What do you think my problem is? It's you. You're lazy and don't do anything to help. You're disrespectful and just complain because we don't have all the fancy shit mom has."
Blake scoffed and looked away, shaking his head. It was still early in the morning and the fox was only in a pair of short, tight underwear in a lovely shade of violet. His t-shirt looked slept-in, and barely came down to the hem of those briefs. Every movement showed off a bit of the marbled fur beneath. "Like I care about that shit. She's boring and always off with her friends, or chasing some guy,"
"What a shame it had to rub off on you," the wolf grumbled, pulling his boots out and dropping them on the floor. He tossed a pair of jeans on the bed and started searching for a shirt to wear out for yard work.
"Pfft, like I have to go chasing for guys. Come on," he teased, stepping into Dylan's room.
Dylan's ears flicked back and he shot Blake an annoyed look.
The marble fox just grinned wide. "What, does that bother you? Cmon, I bet you already knew it," he swayed his hips side to side. "Big country boy like you probably would want to sh-"
"I don't give a fuck if you're gay. Neither would dad. Stop trying to push my buttons. I just don't like you because you're a lazy piece of shit," he shot back, interrupting the fox.
"Just cause I don't like the idea of doing yard work doesn't mean I'm lazy. Christ, you don't even know me. Maybe you're just all bitchy cause you haven't gotten any," Blake said.
"Excuse me?" the wolf asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring unamusedly at his younger brother.
"I just mean that maybe if you weren't so.., pent up all the time, you wouldn't be so bitchy," Blake said, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he looked over at the older wolf.
Dylan's face flushed and his brow furrowed angrily, paws clenching. "What's that supposed to mean, hm? I'm not pent up," he protested, voice rising.
The fox laughed and stepped across the bedroom to stand in front of the large, gray wolf. "Oh come on. You live on a farm with dad, and there's no one else in the city, really. I bet you'd fuck a pig if you weren't too thick to think about it," he said. One of those black and white paws snuck down between them and came up between the wolf's legs, giving his sheath and balls a firm squeeze through the boxers.
Dylan's eyes went wide in shock and he stepped backwards, paw smacking Blake's away. That simple touch had been enough to make his sheath swell in response, but he was still processing what his brother had just done. "A-are you fucking kidding me? I'm not gay. You can do whatever you want, but that's not me," he said firmly.
Blake pressed on, taking another step forward and trying to grab at Dylan's package. His paw was smacked away, but the second one reached down and grabbed onto his brother's sheath. The fox was chuckling, and when those fingers wrapped around the hardening bulge his ears perked up. "Come on, you're-"
"Get off of me!" the wolf shouted, shoving hard at Blake's chest as he stepped backwards at the same time. The wolf's foot caught on one of his discarded boots and he tumbled backwards, head smacking off the hardwood floor and pulling an angry growl from his lips.
Stars clouded Dylan's vision and both his paws clutched at his head to try and keep himself from snarling in pain. Everything else was a secondary concern and he hardly noticed as Blake crawled into his lap, sitting directly on his lap. "Oh come on, you barely bumped your head," the fox said.
Dylan's eyes opened and he stared up at Blake, taking a few moments to register everything going on. His sheath throbbed dully and he could feel the warmth of his younger brother's body through their underwear. "Get. Off of me," he murmured.
Blake rolled his hips, paws resting on Dylan's chest, rubbing slowly. "Come on. There's nothing to do out here, and it's not like anyone would know."
"That's disgusting. We're brothers," the older wolf growled, moving to sit up before black and white paws pushed him back down.
"So? It's not like you can get me pregnant. But I'm more than willing to give it a few goes if you want to make sure," he teased, wiggling his hips and grinding down on the wolf's bulge.
Dylan's face heated up in shame as he felt his cock pulse, sliding a few inches out into his boxers as his younger brother teased him. "Blake, cut it out, I swear to god."
"Or what? I bet if I did this long enough, I could make you cum in your boxers," he teased, leaning forward enough to grind his own bulge to the wolf's stomach.
The wolf shuddered, half in revulsion and half in excitement. It had been a long time since he'd done anything with a girl, and here was a perfectly willing person who was offering to help ease some of that frustration. Except it was his brother.
"No. Way. This isn't funny, get off me right now," Dylan said, pushing against the fox's shoulders until he overcame the much-weaker male.
Blake fell backwards onto the ground, shirt lifting up to show off his small, short briefs. The front of the purple underwear was tented out at the front with a small wet spot forming. "Oh come on, Dylan, just once?"
"Get the fuck out of my room," he said, voice cracking as he scrambled to his feet, tugging a shirt on over his head. He was flustered and confused, and wanted nothing more than to get the fox out of his room.
Blake considered sticking around to torment his older brother a bit more, but called it quits for now, ducking out of the room to get back to his own.
Dylan slammed the door hard enough that the frame cracked, but he didn't care. His cock was hard as a steel rod in his boxers and he was certain he could have used it to drive nails into sheet rock.
Why had his brother gotten him so worked up? He had to just be that desperate at this point. It had been a busy few months and he'd found little time to get off. Even now that things had started to wind down, he had been distracted.
Uncertain fingers pulled his thick, dripping member from the slit in his boxers. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so aroused. Fingers squeezed down over his knot and he nearly came right there. If he could just get himself off quickly, he'd be able to focus on things he needed to do, not his arrogant prick of a brother.
The wolf squeezed down over his shaft and a burst of pre splattered across the floorboards. It felt so good and he was certain he could end it in moments.
Images of Blake's undressed, curvy body and long, bare limbs came back to his mind and he even pictured those cute, purple undies. With a snarl of disgust the wolf's eyes flew open and his paw pulled away from his shaft. He didn't want to get off at the thought of his brother, and his cock bobbed angrily between his legs, his denied orgasm starting to back off.
There was work to be done, and he didn't have time to think about this. He pulled his clothes on and stomped every step out of the house and slammed every door.
The sun was brutal that afternoon and Dylan was drenched in sweat from head to toe. He'd already fed all the animals, mowed a couple fields, and cleaned out some of the animal pens. All by himself. This was work he'd done by himself before, and he knew he was a bit moody towards his brother, but it couldn't be helped.
He was able to forget about most of the morning's taunting and teasing, but every now and then a stray thought would make his blood boil, cock surge to life, and he'd just get more frustrated.
The horse stalls were the last thing to worry about and Dylan was so focused on cleaning everything out he jumped out of his skin when someone else spoke.
"So, this is what you're so passionate about?" Blake asked, running a paw over one of the gates as he walked into the stable.
The fox had dressed in a loose, plain white t-shirt to keep cool in the summer heat. He was wearing a pair of blue gym shorts that only went halfway down his thighs, leaving his long, lanky legs bare. His hair was still mussed from sleeping, and he'd put on his black, leather collar once more.
"I enjoy the work. It's rewarding, and I stay in good shape," Dylan said, brow knitted with annoyance. "What are you doing out here?"
"I got bored being inside. Decided to come see how you were," Blake said, stepping over to the large wolf and wrinkling his nose. "Wow, you stink."
Dylan grunted and crossed his arms over his shoulder, still holding onto the broom. "I've been out in the sun all freaking day. Of course I do. You've been sitting on your ass in the cool house."
Blake rolled his eyes and stepped away, shaking his head. "Whatever. You don't really smell all that bad. Kind of like it." He grinned to himself, making sure to keep his tail flitting back and forth to show off his rear to his brother.
The wolf's eyes flicked down to the rounded curve of Blake's butt, cheeks flushing, but he looked away and growled. "I'm not ever going to do anything with you, so just cut it out," he muttered. "I have work to do."
Blake hopped up to sit on the edge of the one of the stalls, swinging his legs back and forth. "You're no fun. Do you ever smile? Or laugh? Or do anything besides work on the farm and be grumpy?"
Dylan's ears lay back against his head and he grit his teeth. "Yes." He started sweeping out one of the stalls, pushing everything into one big pile near the entrance of the tables. "You just don't see it cause you piss me off."
The fox rolled his eyes and leaned back, legs supporting his weight as he rocked backwards into the stall before leaning forward again. "Ugh, so moody. I'm telling ya, you just need to get your dick sucked, or fuck someone, and you might be a bit nicer."
Dylan's fur stood on end at how unabashed Blake was about his sexuality. He never heard his dad talk like that, and there weren't any other guys close to his age that he spent time with. "N-no. I don't. Some talking like some sort of... slut or something." The wolf scowled down at the floor as he swept, trying to keep his focus away from his brother.
Blake's grin spread over his muzzle and he just swayed back and forth on the wooden railing. "I'm not a slut. I just think that I could really help you relax! What's wrong with that?"
"Because you're my brother! And a guy! And I'm not gay!" The wolf threw the broom against the wall and started uncoiling the hose against one wall. "It's not going to happen," he said, though the tone of voice made it sound like he was trying to convince himself. He turned on the hose and began washing away the dirt and grime he couldn't quite get to, keeping his back to his brother.
"Uh huh." Blake shrugged and slipped a paw down his shorts to adjust himself, half excited at the prospect of finally wearing down the older wolf. "It would be pretty great, though. Come on, you were so hard this morning when I was sitting in your lap."
The insides of Dylan's ears turned a bright scarlet and his spine stiffened. There was a stirring in his loins that he couldn't quite push off as he remembered their closeness this morning. "I-I'd just woken up. That wasn't cause of you," he hissed.
The fox's tail was a black and white flag behind him, wagging happily. "Oh come on. You'd been up for a bit. You just liked the attention. Can't you imagine me just sliding down on your thick dick? Squeezing down?" he teased.
Dylan's ears flattened against his head, his teeth bared. "Shut up." He tried his best to just focus on hosing out the stall.
"Mmm." Blake let out a soft groan and then a wistful sigh. "Man, you're big everywhere else. I bet you've got a big dick. Probably a huge knot, too. I'd just bounce on it until it popped into me. Oh yeah." He spread his legs and teased the growing bulge in the front of his gym shorts.
The wolf spun around and aimed the hose right at his brother's face, hitting him with the cool stream of water. "Shut up!" he yelled.
Blake tried to yelp, but coughed on water as it took him by surprise. He fell backwards off the wall and into one of the cleaned-out stalls. Dylan stepped over and aimed the hose down at his brother's face and body, soaking him in the cold water.
The marbled fox lay there, shielding his face so he could breath, and shuddering at the cold. "H-hey! I give!" he laughed.
Dylan dropped the hose and turned off the water as Blake struggled to his feet. The wolf's cock was achingly hard in his jeans and his paws were balled into fists, ready to strike. "You going to shut up?"
Blake laughed and carefully rubbed the water away from his face. He looked like a drowned rat with his fur plastered to his body, but his erection hadn't faltered in the slightest. With the fabric completely soaked his chest and stomach was easily visible through the thin material, and his shorts clung to his swollen member.
"Man, that felt kind of nice with how hot it is out here," the fox said, slowly getting to his feet, water running off him to the floorboards.
Dylan's eyes roamed across his brother's body, cheeks turning a deeper shade of scarlet. His muzzle opened to speak, but his throat was dry. He'd never seen another male naked before and aroused before, and his brother's shorts left nothing to the imagination.
If that weren't enough for the poor wolf, Blake straightened up and made a show of peeling his wet shirt off, tossing it over the railing. The wolf got to see the curvy hips and flat stomach of the marbled fox fully revealed now. The shorts were the next to go, and Blake tossed them to join his shirt.
His hard, canine shaft bobbed in the open, dripping water and pre from the tip. Blake turned around and bent over, showing off his round butt and pink hole while pretending stretch. "Mmm, feels nice being out here like this, hmm?"
Dylan's paws clenched and his chest felt tight. He wanted to take his brother right there and his cock strained at the denim in complete agreement. "Put your c-clothes back on," he growled, barely able to keep himself calm. The anger and arousal were welling inside him like a balloon about to burst.
Blake turned around and tilted his head cutely, hooking a finger on his leather collar. "Hmm? But they're soaking wet!" He grinned and took a step towards Dylan, wet tail wagging behind him. "I mean, you are too..." One of the fox's paws reached out to rest on Dylan's chest, running down the sweat-drenched shirt until fingers hooked at the waistband of the wolf's jeans.
The wolf did nothing to stop that paw and his length pulsed a few times so close to Blake's paw. A rather large part of him wanted this, but he was determined not to give in. "Stop it," he said firmly.
The fox rolled his eyes and wiggled his hips side to side, cock bouncing as he did so. "Oh come on, it's not that bad if you just give it a try," he cooed, slipping his paw further down until his wet paw was pressing into the wolf's bulge.
Dylan's cock throbbed against the touch and he sucked in a breath, eyes half lidded. "I don't... want to," he muttered, though his hips rolled forward to grind against that paw.
"Sure you don't," Blake chuckled, tracing his fingers up and down the thick, trapped length. "Come on. We can do whatever you want. We can go at it nice and slow, or you can put a leash on me and make me do anything you like!" He slipped a finger through the metal D-ring on his collar, tilting his head back. "Come on."'
The wolf's brow furrowed and he looked at the collar, frowning. "Why do you wear a collar anyway? You're not an animal."
"You sure? Maybe if I was just an animal, we could have fun, since I wouldn't be your brother then..." Blake teased, squeezing Dylan's cock through his jeans.
Dylan felt his balls draw up and he nearly came at the touch. He felt his resolve slipping and his paws unballed as he relaxed. He took a deep breath, holding it in while closing his eyes. Before he could think any longer, and possibly change his mind, he nodded. "Fine, you want to do this?"
Blake was about to shoot back something witty but his sides were suddenly gripped tight in two strong paws and he was lifted bodily off the floor. He yipped instead and both his paws grabbed onto the wolf's shoulders to steady himself. "Dylan?"
The wolf didn't answer. He stepped across the stall and dropped the fox backwards onto a bale of hay in the corner. His paws struggled with the button of his jeans and then he ripped them open instead of messing with the zipper. "You wanted to do this," he growled, voice choked with lust.
Blake gasped as his back hit the hay, legs lifting up as he watched his older brother undress. The fox was terribly excited and his cock lay against his stomach, dribbling pre into his already-wet fur. "I do," he said back, grinning wide at his older brother.
Dylan's brow was knit in frustration and rage. He was tired of the teasing and torment. His rational mind screamed at him that this wasn't something he could do, but his body wanted it, and if Blake was going to keep teasing him, then it was well within his rights to take him up on that offer. He pushed his jeans down, fishing his cock from the fold his his boxers and pressed it up between Blake's legs.
The fox gasped as he felt Dylan's cock at his entrance and fought to relax. He hadn't gotten a good look at just how big his brother was, but it had felt rather large, and it he hadn't been very truthful about his own experiences. Still, he wanted this, and would do anything.
The wolf hesitated, cock poised at his brother's tailhole. He knew this was wrong, and that he would probably regret it, but he had to get the thoughts out of his mind, and sating his desire was the only way he knew how. He shoved forward, lubed only by pre and sweat from the day's work.
Blake's muzzle opened in a wordless scream as his older brother split him open. He'd been right about the wolf being on the larger side of things and without much lube, it hurt. Despite the pain, his cock shot a ribbon of pre up against his chest from the sheer fact that he'd finally worn down his brother.
Dylan grunted in pleasure and he sunk his cock forward until the edge of his inflated knot ground against the fox's hole. It had been quite some time since he'd taken anyone and he wasn't certain how long he'd last, but he was determined to take what he wanted.
The fox whimpered at the pain, paws clutching at the hay he was laying on. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he grit his teeth together even as he let his head roll to one side. "Y-you're fucking huge," he whispered.
The wolf snorted and tugged his cock back, almost slipping free before ramming himself back inside. He did this a few more times, ramming his knot against the fox's pucker with each thrust, trying to sink it inside. "You w-wanted this. You wanted me to do this," he growled, blood boiling with the need for payback for all the teasing.
He was thrusting hard and fast into the thin, lanky fox, shaking the bale of hay. Blake's cock was bouncing on his stomach and sprinkling pre everywhere as the wolf's hips picked up speed and confidence.
It wasn't as painful now as the wolf's cock drooled pre along the fox's passage and Blake was starting to huff out quiet moans as Dylan took him. He knew what the wolf's motivation was and shivered. "Y-yeah. Show me. I never do anything around here," he grunted.
Dylan growled and thrust harder, paws gripping the fox's shoulders and digging claws into his skin. "N-never," he agreed.
"I don't help with chores," he breathed. His own knot had swollen completely and he rode out the wolf's anger on his back.
"U-useless," Dylan muttered, leaning over the fox's body and glaring down at him with bared teeth. He humped forward with more speed, balls smacking against Blake's ass, knot threatening to pop in.
Blake's body was on edge and his toes curled, legs wrapping around Dylan's waist. "You gonna knot me? Make me pay for teasing you?" he panted. He could feel his orgasm building up and he wanted the wolf's knot inside him as he came.
The wolf's body convulsed as his younger brother poked fun at him. He had practically been on edge all morning since being teased and had had to fight off countless erections while working just to keep himself sane.
Dylan's muzzle was hanging over the fox's smaller pair and they locked eyes as the wolf's hips pistoned his shaft into the tight passage. Blake's face was a mask of pure pleasure and enjoyment and the wolf suddenly felt out of place with his rage. Before he could look away he felt his knot press to the fox's hole and slip inside, locking them together.
Blake moaned and leaned up towards the wolf, pressing his lips to Dylan's as he came. The fox's seed shot out across his fur and the wolf's shirt, passage clamping down on the thick bulb inside him. He moaned needily into Dylan's muzzle, arms wrapping around his older brother's neck to hold him in the kiss.
The wolf hadn't expected the kiss and his eyes went wide with shock. He had no intention of returning the perverse display of affection with his brother, but his hips still rocked back and forth, knot tugging at the passage. It had been too long since he'd last gotten off, and a chill ran down his spine as he felt his orgasm tip past the point of no return.
Dylan moaned against Blake's lips, his own parting and allowing the fox's tongue to snake inside. He couldn't help but return the kiss now, and his body lurched forward, cumming hard inside his younger brother. All his lust and anger poured out of him, coating the fox's inner walls.
Blake whimpered into Dylan's muzzle, hugging him tight as they rode out their orgasms together. He could feel his brother's seed filling his insides and that thick knot stretched him wider than he'd thought possible. When the kiss broke he nuzzled into Dylan's neck, still letting out soft gasps of pleasure.
The wolf's body tingled and he could feel his and his brother's pulse through the knot lodged inside the younger canine. He was exhausted, too, and hadn't realized how much so until now. Dylan slumped against the bale of hay and rest his head on Blake's shoulder, sighing to himself.
Now that there wasn't the haze of lust in his mind, he was able to think clearly again, and things started coming back to him, making him tense and worry.
Blake, unaware of this, just ran his paws over the wolf's back and neck, keeping him company with a smile on his muzzle. He'd gotten what he wanted which was just a bunch of teasing before some real fun. "Man, that was a lot of-"
"Stop." Dylan said softly, cutting the fox off. His voice was quiet and unsure.
The sudden change in tone got Blake's attention and he pulled his arms back to his sides. "Are... you okay?" Blake asked, a bit worried. He'd known the wolf was apprehensive about their hookup in the first place, but there wasn't any going back now.
Dylan seemed to be thinking along the same lines, but just shrugged to himself, keeping his head on Blake's shoulder, though turned away now. "I just... I need some time to think about this," he whispered.
He couldn't pull himself free from his brother's passage, and just lay there, awkwardly locked together while the wolf's mind raced with everything that had just happened and the sharp reality of what they'd just done together.