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Bill had managed to get the love-struck wolf into the squad car, much to his cousins whimpering. "How bout we get back t'my house and we'll let ya relax," the fat canine said as the two slipped into the vehicle.

"All right, cuz," He replied with a sigh, his loins still aching inside his overalls, "But Josephine is real purdy. I thinks she's purdier than Penelope."

The sheriff chuckled. If he'd been straight, he probably would have agreed with his cousin, but he'd never found girls appealing. He'd always liked guys.

"I bet she's gots herself a nice tod," Hubert said with a sigh and a pout. Bill wasn't exactly sure what to say. He could lie to him, but that wouldn't be right. "No," the heavy wolf replied, "She's single. From what I hear, been like that for years."

"Really," his cousin asked as his face seemed to light up, "She don't got no sweetheart?"

The other canine shook his head, "Nope. It's just her and her lil boy, though, he ain't lil, nor is he a boy."

"Do ya know if she's wanting sumone?"

"Ya'd have t'ask her yerself."

"Okay. Can we do that now?"

Bill chuckled as he gave his cousin's thigh a pat, "How bout ya blow off some steam first, then you can ask her."

Hubert nodded, "All right."

When Bill pulled into the garage at his house, he didn't bother opening the trunk to get his cousin's things out of it. There was only one real thing on his mind. The fat wolf had slid out of the car, his heart racing as he helped his cousin out, only to tell him to lean against the side of the vehicle's rear passenger door.

He hadn't done anything with his cousin in years. The two had fiddled around with one another when they were younger, mostly just size comparing to which Bill always lost. Nothing had been physical until much later, when they'd been in High School. During one of their size comparison sessions in the gym showers after school, the fat wolf had offered to go down on him. Hubert had been completely clueless until he saw his cousin's lips wrapped around his member.

Bill's hands undid the overalls, yanking them down along with his cousin's underwear, watching as that girthy ten inch member flopped free. Hubert looked a little dumbstruck at his older cousin, remembering the last time he'd done something like this. Part of him was imagining that Bill was Josephine, the lovely vixen beaming up at him as her soft lips wrapped around his throbbing meat. It was a fantasy he'd never had before in his life, but he was enjoying it.

The fat canine bobbed his muzzle up and down his cousin's member, slurping and gulping as he felt the tip slip down into the back of his throat. He was bigger than Gideon, then again, all wolves were. Foxes weren't known for their size.

Hubert started to moan out as his cousin worked his shaft, calling out Jo's name over and over again as he started to thrust his hips. The fat wolf wasn't complaining though, he was loving the feel of another wolf's member in his maw, even if it was his cousin's.

Unfortunately for Hubert, and fortunately for Bill, the dumb and hung canine didn't last long. He'd been so lost in his infatuations with Josephine Grey that he'd burst into his cousin's muzzle, a thick wad of salty, musky wolf cream firing into the fat male's maw and down his throat.

"Iz sorry, cuz. I jist c'dn't hold back no more," Hubert said in a panting whimper, "Iz jist thinkin' bout that purdy vixen."

Bill slowly pulled off his cousin's member, gulping down every drop. "Naw. Don't have't pologize, cuz. But you was pent up. How long ago did ya breaks up with Penelope?"

"Bout a week. We ain't had the sexual relations in a month."

The fat wolf chuckled, "I c'n tell. Now. Hows bouts we gets cleaned up 'n I'll see bout gettin' ya a date with Jo."

"Sure!"