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Ok in this chapter there is incest and cub stuff. I guess I just have to point out that cub stuff is just intense and is in this story to not only set up so you can understand future chapters, but so that you can understand more deeply the character of Chris. If you want to skip the cub stuff then just read past the line mid way through the chapter.

This Chapter is about Chris but all the characters are connected. Mark isn't in this chapter but Mitch and Alec are. Also New characters like Milo (Panther) Marshall (Dingo) Rustin (Rabbit) Dan (Lion) and Scott (Husky) are introduced. Rustin has one of my favorite stories in the works. But right now I'm working on the Next one featuring Mark :) Enjoy

New Memories

Chapter Two - Chris

The young roo yawned, stretching his little pink tongue as far as it could reach out of his mouth. His parents had recently updated the filter on the television so that no inappropriate material could stain his fragile eight year old mind. Unfortunately the filter also blocked out anything that was able to captivate it either, thus he couldn't find anything to watch even though it was Saturday night. The last few days had been so hectic and action packed his mind hardly had time to go over it. All in all it was the best birthday he had ever experienced, and it wasn't even his. It was the first time his brother had let him tag along with his friends and he couldn't have loved it more. One of his brother's friends actually did more than just tolerate him. Scott was a husky and a little bit younger than his brother, but maybe five times cooler in Chris' opinion.

Chris bounced off the leather lazy boy giving up on finding anything interesting on the tube and pranced into the kitchen where the rest of his family was gathering. No one could ever hear him coming because of how lightly he stepped, so he could hear the conversation as it was, not wondering if they changed it because they new their little one was present. Not that he was planning on paying attention anyways. What he did manage to notice was how both his mother and father seemed to be a little overdressed for what he was hoping to be one of his mom's delicious dinners. His father looked rather sharp in a pin striped suit and his mother looked about the same, opting to go with the professional look of a suit instead of the many beautiful dresses Chris knew she had. They were speaking way too fast for Chris' liking so he just hopped up on to the nearest chair and waited for someone to take notice of him.

The kitchen was divided by a medium sized marble top island, Chris didn't really understand why they called it an island, there was no water around, there wasn't sand on top of it, and unless he was blind there wasn't a one of those trees that you see on all of the islands on the T.V. he thought they called them banana trees, but he wasn't sure. He looked back up at his frantic parents who were exiting and entering the room repeatedly now. He tried to make a little sound that would hopefully get their attention. No luck. His father was big for a kangaroo but his mother was small so both he and his brother were right in the middle, for now at least. Who knows what would happen when they grow up, Chris hoped to be like his father, big and strong, and a little scary sometimes.

He was still being ignored, but that was something a joey of his age often had to endure. Both his parents may have had all their best clothing on but they looked really stressed. He tried again, asking where they were going, what was happening, and why they were dressed up but he got the same response each time which was nothing more than an ear flick from his father. And his mother completely tuned him out, something she must have learned how to do from his infant years.

He was getting to the age where being ignored was really starting to annoy him. He grabbed a pen that had been lying out on the table and started to unconsciously gnaw on the end of it, completely forgetting the last time he did this and how he ended up with a muzzle full of foul tasting ink.

He watched passively as his father was ruffling papers around in his suitcase and repeatedly asking his mom if she had this or that. He didn't understand a lot of what they were saying which was usually the case when they were dressed for work. Chris started fidgeting with his paws trying to rub off the ink he had gotten all over them realizing for the umpteenth time that chewing on pens wasn't the best idea.

"KUUURRRRT!!!" yelled his father.

The small kangaroo flinched horribly when his father called out for his brother, almost falling off the chair. He looked up trying to figure out what happened in the time he had zoned out. Both his parents still looked like there was a fire in the house and they were frantically trying to find something important before escaping certain death. He wanted to ask what was wrong and why wasn't he that "something important" but he knew that he would still just be ignored.

His brother Kurt came hurrying down the stairs, a look of concern on his face. He was dressed in basketball shorts with the obvious hole cut in the back for his tail, and a plain white t-shirt. "What is it?" Chris knew that his brother was probably thinking he was in trouble for something.

"You're staying home tonight, we need a babysitter" Chris' father said as he patted himself down looking for what Chris guessed the keys to the car.

Chris watched the look on his brother's muzzle change from worry slowly to anger. "BUT I CAN'T! I had plans tonight, Sc---"

Kurt was cut off as his father raised his voice "WE WOn't be back until late tomorrow night and I expect you to be here the entire time... and no friends over." The small roo chanced a look over to his brother who was about to argue but was silenced before he could get another word out. "And if I find out you have disobeyed at all you'll be grounded for two weeks with no exceptions. You're mother and I have been working extremely hard to create a better life for our family and tomorrow is essential to our business, so we don't want to be distracted with thoughts of you leaving Chris to wander into the street and get ran over by a car!"

Chris open his mouth with the plan of defending himself, reminding them that the whole road thing only happened once, but one look at the stern face of his father and the outraged face of his older brother helped him make the wiser choice. Chris just sank down in his chair, he hated when people talked about him like he wasn't there, but he knew enough to know now wasn't the time to bring up his little grievances. Finally the roo's mother entered the conversation trying to make everyone happy like she always did. "Kurt, honey I'm sorry to just through this on you but we really don't have anyone else we can turn too. I promise we'll make this up to you." She said in her soothing voice.

Kurt shot one angry look back at his father then towards his little brother who quickly averted his gaze. "Fine..." he said while letting out a sigh. He brought the phone that he had been carrying during the fight and put it up to his large ears. "Scott?" he spoke into the speaker "no... here one second" he said as he walked back up the stairs.

Finally someone paid attention to Chris who had his ears down and tail securely tucked under the chair. "Hey sweetie, sorry about that, we'll be back tomorrow and your brother will be taking care of you till then ok." Chris just nodded and let his mother lay a gentle kiss on top of his head, right between his eyes.

Chris watched in silence as his parents finished up gathering their briefcases and papers before his mother placed one more kiss on the side of his head then they both walked out the garage door.

He was listening to the sound of his parent's car roar up and the garage door close when his abused little stomach made its own complaint. Looking down and bringing his ears to full attention he addressed his belly "sorry buddy, but our mom bailed on us tonight so it looks like we have to forage for ourselves" It didn't even cross his mind that Kurt was about to make him anything, and secretly he kind of liked taking care of himself.

Chris hopped up, bringing both his little hind paws to rest on the top of the chair. He jumped once, clearing the countertop entirely and landed soundlessly right in front of his goal, the fridge. Opening it up, he caught the smell fresh cut grass, veggies, and unfortunately meat. Which he knew his parents kept for guests but still it mad him a little sick. After a short debate he grabbed a few carrots and headed back into the living room, not wanting to go upstairs and pass his brother's room on the way to his.

Now having actual food to feast upon the thought of how board he was surfaced again. He could still hear his brother upstairs talking on the phone and for only a brief instant he wanted to pick it up down here and listen in for some fun. Then he remembered how bad his ears rung after the last time he tried that and ended up with a hard paw to his face. Not worth the risk. And his parents said he couldn't make good decisions.

He didn't know what the big deal was anyway, he was eight years old. EIGHT! He could take care of himself. Kurt had even taught him to make a veggie sandwich last week.

It was only eight thirty now and his bed time wasn't until ten. He tried to think of something to do but came up with nothing but a blank. His vision crossed over the back sliding door with the crack at the top, he could always play pirates right?

It was getting to dark outside now and the little roo was beginning to feel frightened by the growing shadows that were crawling across the green lawn. Though he just tolled himself he was hungry again, or maybe that he was getting too cold out here just wearing pj bottoms. He knew it was time to retreat back into the warm confines of his home. Jumping up the stairs he left little paw prints of dirt in his wake. Playing pirates was always fun but he wished that some of his friends were there to play with him; it was always more fun with more than one cub.

He reached up and rapped his slender paw around the handle and pulled it to the side. He stepped inside and made sure his thick roo tail made it all the way in before he pushed it back shut and locked it, like his mother taught him to.

He lifted his head and perked his ears, the T.V. was on. He walked into the living room and saw his older brother laid out on the couch looking like he was in the seventh circle of hell. Why was he so mad about not going out? Whatever the reason was, Chris decided it was best to go to bed early tonight and leave him alone.

The only problem was that the single way to get to the staircase from where he stood was thought the living room, and through his brother.

This is where his small little paws came into play. He took a big breath and started slowly and quietly creeping his way behind the couch. His brother was watching music videos and didn't seem to be concerned if he was keeping the neighbors up, so the little joey was positive he could make the trip undetected.

He was about half way across when his brother busted into uncontrollable laughter. Chris froze, confused to why his brother was laughing so hard, did he miss something funny on T.V.

"You do know there is a mirror right above the T.V. right?" said Kurt, still trying to fight off the giggles.

It took a whole fifteen seconds for Chris' brain to register that he had been caught and that his brother was addressing him. When the words clicked he slowly looked up at the mirror that he had forgotten about. He met eye contact with his brother which sent the older kangaroo into another fit of laughs. "Oh my... oh my god... do you know how funn... holy shit I wish I had a camera" the larger roo managed to get out.

Chris could feel his cheeks getting redder by the second. How had he been so stupid to forget the mirror right in front of his eyes? He waited until Kurt could control himself enough to look back at him "hey Kurt"

Kurt stopped laughing but the obnoxious smile refused to leave his face "What were you doing, I mean I saw you come in and saw what you were doing but... what were you doing?" Kurt turned around on the couch and faced his little brother, loving how embarrassed he looked.

Chris felt a little at ease, at least his older brother's voice didn't have any malice in it like he had expected it might when he came back in the house. "uh, I thought you would be mad at me, you know, cause you have to stay home, so I was just going to go to bed and leave you alone."

His brother's smile faded some but it was still there "don't worry about it, I'm not pissed at you, I just had plans tonight and dad fucked them over, not you"

Chris cringed at the curse word; Kurt only swore when their parents weren't around. "Oh" came Chris's weak reply "um.... Sorry?"

He watched his brother chuckle again "like I said, don't feel sorry. You hungry?"

That cheered the little roo up. He jumped around the couch and landed right next to his brother. "No, I already ate, but thanks" he noticed the channel playing on the tube and had to ask "how did you get this channel, when ever I try it doesn't let me?"

Kurt smiled to himself "I know the code, honestly mom and dad don't give me enough credit."

"Oh" Chris laid back and after fighting off several nugies from his older sibling started to watch and listen to the music playing on the T.V. For a while they just sat there and watched together without saying anything until Kurt started channel surfing which is why Chris hated watching with him most of the time. Even though when he had the remote he did the same thing, but he guessed it was different if he could control where it went. Finally he got bored and tried to start up a conversation. "um Kurt?"

He thought his brother ignored him at first but after a couple of seconds he responded "what ya thinking"

Chris smiled to himself "oh nothing, I just wanted to ask how it feels to be sixteen? You know, sense I didn't get a chance to ask you yesterday on your birthday. You get to drive now."

"The same, everything's the same. It's not like our parents think I'm any more responsible or anything. But on the bright side all the presents were cool."

Suddenly Chris' interests were sparked "Really! What did you get?! I bet I know who gave you the best one, what did Scott get you?"

His excitement must have been comical because his brother chuckled softly "Actually Scott didn't give me anything yet."

Chris did a horrible job hiding his confusion "Why? I thought you two were best friends, why wouldn't he get you a present?"

Kurt readjusted himself bringing his tail out from under him, which had begun to cramp "Oh he got me something, he was going to give it to me tonight, and that's why I was so pissed when our loving parents decided to not give a shit about my plans"

Chris couldn't help feeling guilty again "sorry"

Kurt laid back on the couch with his hind paws towards his sibling and immediately flung his tail directly into the face of his brother inciting a little squeak of surprise and shock. "Stop saying you're sorry, it's not like it's your fault that you're a little helpless joey that would wander into the street and get himself kidnapped!"

Chris could hardly hear his brother, entirely focused on fighting off the tail that had attacked his face. Kurt was twice his age and already on his way to becoming the size of their father. His tail alone was about half the size of Chris. The young roo lost himself in his struggle for the upper hand on his brother. As kangaroos, both him and his brother's tails were very strong, thick, and a pain to overcome. He could hear his brother laugh at him as tried to take snaps at the onslaught but getting no where near winning "ALRIGHT! Stop you win!"

Kurt slowed his attack but did nothing else to show that he was going to let up "Well, are you going to be a good joey?"

"I wasn't even being bad in the first place... and I'm not a joey!" He screamed as he finally caught a hold of his brother's tail in his mouth and clamped down hard.

"OW, FUCK CHRIS LET GO!!" Kurt screamed as he shot out one of his hind legs and kicked his little brother hard in the chest, sending him right off the opposite end of the couch. In the same instant he jumped after Chris and landed on top of him on the floor on all fours and snarling as best a kangaroo can manage. "You little bitch, that hurt like hell!"

Chris was wheezing from having the wind knocked out of him "Sorr.. cah" he coughed a few more times, trying to get some oxygen back in his lungs "sorry, I didn't mean to bite so hard, it's just, it's just because you kept hitting me with your tail and I-"

Kurt interrupted his excuse "god you little bastard I was only playing with you"

Chris realized that there was nothing he could do except apologize to get out of the situation so he went with that option "Sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to bite so hard" his ears were already folded back, something he did the second he was kicked in the chest so he looked up into his brother eyes and did his best impression of puppy eyes 'which he had no idea why they were called that since in his opinion he could do them soooo much better'.

The anger at his brother for his wounded tail suddenly seemed useless as he endured Chris' special attack. Something the little bastard knew he had a weakness for but never the less he couldn't bring himself to stand up. His brother's little eye trick was working way more effectively than the joey probably intended it to. Kurt couldn't stop looking into them; they were a light brown on the inside that turned into a moist forest green on the outer most part of the iris, which was unusual considering that most kangaroo's eyes were just a solid dark brown like his own. Maybe it was the cute way that his brother was looking at him, or maybe it was how cute his brother was looking at him from underneath him, or maybe it was all the pent up excitement for his little present from Scott that made the front of his basketball shorts start to tent.

Chris on the other hand was starting to get confused and scared. Why was his brother not saying anything, and why was he just staring down at him like he was some trapped rodent, which he was feeling an awful lot like at the moment. "Um Kurt, can you please let me up"

For some reason hearing his brother asking him to let him up just made him want to stay that way even more but his rationality kicked in at that moment "Uh ya, sorry." He quickly jumped up and sat back down on the couch, pulling a blanket over his lower half so his brother wouldn't notice the plump tent that formed in his shorts.

Chris got up slowly on purpose, trying not to aggravate the bruise that was no doubt forming on his exposed chest. His brother was sitting strangely on the couch which was just adding to the awkwardness that had filled the room for some reason. He watched his brother start flipping though the channels again and sat there quietly until he felt like he had to break the tension "you can kick really hard" he said as he was gently rubbing his bruise.

Kurt chanced a glance back at his brother, Chris' ears were still folded almost all the way back which wasn't helping him get rid of his now fully hard member at all. If he could just get things back to how they were his body was sure to calm down. He gave his brother a half grin "you think so, well I have been working out"

Chris saw the smile and returned it with one of his own "I guess that's bad news for me"

Kurt felt a genuine smile spread across his face and he laughed full heartedly. His brother could be a funny little shit sometimes "Ya I guess not" They both laughed at that and relaxed again, sinking back into the couch. "You can't blame me though, you bit me so hard"

"I already said I'm sorry" Chris said as he looked down "let's see it."

The older kangaroo tried to maneuver his tail up to his brother without shifting around too much. His little problem had yet to slide back into its sheath and having it rub against the smooth cold fabric of his gym shorts was making it worse.

Chris saw the red stained fur and leaned down to get a closer look "geeze, sorry Kurt" apparently he had bit even harder that he thought he did.

Without warning Kurt watched Chris lean down and start licking at the blood covered fur. Kurt's tail wasn't the most sensitive part of his body but watching his little brother's tongue slide its way out of its home and rub against his fur was exciting him in a way only one other person ever had before. But this was so much better.

Chris did his best job at cleaning all the blood out of his brother's fur but with such a small tongue it took him about two minutes. When he looked back up at his brother he was breathing hard and had his eyes were firmly shut. The next thing he noticed was that one of his brother's paw was under the blanket and there was some movement down there. "Well I got most of the blood out"

Kurt flinched slightly at his brother's voice, coming out of his wave of pleasure. Then he realized what he had been doing. Did he really just start jacking off in front of his brother, WHILE Chris had been licking him? He saw the look of puzzlement on his brother's face and saw him glance down at the blanket which despite his best efforts of concealment was tented.

Chris stared at his brother's face for a bit then glanced down at the blanket on his brother's lap "What were you doing, and what do you have under there?"

Kurt only panicked for a moment but then remembered (he's only eight, he has no idea what I was doing) "Oh it's nothing, I just had an itch"

Chris had an odd feeling that he was being lied to "Then what's this" he said as he grabbed down at the rise in the blanket. He heard his brother yelp and instinctively jumped back looking for another paw sailing towards him. But his brother just grabbed more of the blanket and bunched it up on his lap. Even though he had no idea of how he hurt his brother he still felt the urge to apologize so he could avoid another bruise. "Sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to"

Kurt was just trying to come back to reality, his brother just rapped his paw around his dick, and it felt amazing. He looked over at the little roo and wanted to ask him to do it again but how could he 'IT WAS HIS BROTHER'. Scott was one thing but Chris was only eight, which was so exciting. "It's alright bro, just be careful ok"

That was confusing to the joey, not only had his brother never called him 'bro' before but what was he supposed to be careful of? "Um ok" was all he could think of to say.

Kurt watched his brother fidget around a little and couldn't help looking at his chest rise and fall with every breath. He wanted to go over there and hold him down and just feel him, everywhere. He tried to watch T.V. but the thought of what his brother's crotch might look like and of his own paw feeling in between his butt cheeks kept his mind focused on the ever growing pressure under the blanket. Tonight was supposed to be the first night Scott was going to let Kurt be on top. There was no way he could do that to his little brother, the kid was innocent.

Chris was trying to watch the T.V. but he didn't think that Kurt chose a very good channel. For some reason that weird feeling was in the room again, like something was wrong. He was sure Kurt felt it too because he was acting very strange. He looked back over at his brother who looked uncomfortable and nervous and tried to once again get that feeling to leave "so... do you have any idea what Scott is going to give you?"

Great. Thinking about Scott was not exactly what he wanted to do at the moment if he was planning on calming down. "Ya I know what it is?"

Chris' long ears perked up "really? Did he tell you?"

Kurt sighed audibly "No but I know what it is"

"Oh, well what is it?"

Kurt was starting to get angry "It's not an it, he is just going to help me with something"

Chris could sense his brother's temper rising though he didn't know why. Still, he wasn't going to give up "Help you with what?"

The larger kangaroo was getting so sexual frustrated he wasn't really thinking about what he was saying. "Getting my rocks off! Now no more questions!"

The joey laid back into the couch and silently wondered first what that meant, and second why his brother was mad all the sudden. Even though he'd been warned he just wanted to make his brother feel better since the reason he had to be home was because of him. He decided to give it one last try. "Um can I help?"

Kurt's ears perked up at that, even though he knew his brother had no idea what he was suggesting, the fact that he said he wanted to was almost enough. He changed the tone of his voice to sound like he was molding it over in his mind. "Maybe, but I'm not sure if you'd be up for the job."

"I would do my best, I'm not as strong as Scott but I can still lift a lot" Chris spurted out, hoping to convince his brother that he could get it done.

Kurt had a decision to make. He wanted so bad to just throw Chris to the ground and have his way with him but, it was Chris.

Chris saw his brother hesitating and decided to crawl over next to him and use his secrete weapon. He got right up next to his brother and looked up at him and did his best impression of those puppy eyes again. "Pleeeease, I promise I won't let you down."

That was it. Kurt forgot about all the reasons why not to do this and the one very good reason to go though with it. "Ok, but this might seem weird to you, and once you say yes you can't take it back ok?"

Chris' little body was racked with excitement "Ok ok, I won't take it back. What are we going to do!?!"

Kurt's body was pulsing with adrenaline, he hadn't been this excited since the first time him and Scott 'experimented' almost a year ago. "One more thing, you have to give me your word that you won't say anything to mom or dad"

This made the younger roo all the more anxious to find out what it was. This felt like Christmas morning. "OK! I promise I won't tell"

Kurt could feel his mouth start to water and the pulsing of his heart was so hard it was giving him a slight headache. "I need you to stand up"

Chris followed his instructions and hopped off the couch and turned back around "Where are we going?"

Kurt wasn't even paying attention to him "now take off your pants"

Chris ears went to full attention to make sure he heard right and his head cocked to the side in confusion "Why do I need to take off my pants"

Kurt felt himself flush red "Look! Are you going to do what I say or do you just want to go to strait to bed, I thought you wanted to help me" His younger brother cringed at the harshness of his voice but at this point Kurt didn't care. He watched as Chris hooked his thumbs around the top of his pjs and slowly pulled them down. His pjs pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away.

Kurt started at the bottom, staring at those cute little hind paws and brought his vision up his calves and to his inner thighs to rest on the whitey tighties with a small but defiantly present bulge in the front. He let his gaze travel up his stomach fur and caught a glance of his brother's nipples under the short light brown fur on his chest. Now looking at Chris' face he could see the skin under his cheek fur had turned bright red. Kurt could hardly control himself.

Chris watched his older brother give him and up and down, he blushed when his brother's eyes stayed glued to his underwear. The excitement and joy had vanished from his mind replaced with fear and nervousness. "Um Kurt, why did I have to take off my pants?"

His brother's response was quick and to the point "So you could take off your underwear"

Chris looked down at his privates and felt his cheeks flush all over again. He was starting to have second thoughts "I know I said I wouldn't take it back but can I help you in the morning, I'm really tired"

Kurt then stood up and it reminded Chris of how much taller he was than him. "No you promised and now you have me all worked up, don't worry it'll only take a second"

Chris stepped back unknowingly. There was something in his brother's shorts and he suddenly felt like something bad was going to happen. It was the same feeling he got when he heard noises in his room when he was trying to sleep but this time his mom couldn't come in and reassure him that nothing was wrong. "But I'm really tired and I don't feel like picking up rocks"

He didn't know what he said that was funny but Kurt started laughing "Don't worry you won't have to pick up any rocks, now take off your underwear" Kurt lifted on the bottom of his white shirt and pulled it over his head revealing a much more developed body than the smaller roo's. Kurt must have seen his hesitation because he spoke up again "fine I'll do it first"

Chris watched in a morbid curiosity as his brother pulled down the tented gym shorts. At first there was nothing there but then something flung out and bobbed up and down. Chris forgot that he was scared and now was focused on figuring out what it was. "What is that?"

Kurt couldn't explain the feeling he got when his brother was staring at his dick. His heart began to beat like a drum in his ears and more adrenaline pumped through his body than even before. Slowly he spoke "It's my cock, you have one too"

Chris looked at Kurt's face but only for a second before he went back to examining the shinny pink rod of flesh that came out right under his brother's bump. "No I don't"

He heard his brother chuckle "I promise you do, let me show you" Chris felt like running when his brother started stepping closer but that curiosity made him stand his ground. His brother knelt down in front of him and put both of his hands on his hips. "It's right in here" he said as Chris felt Kurt's paw cup the underside of his bulge.

Kurt and Scott had looked on the internet and knew how little they were compared to the adult horses, wolves, and bulls that were in the videos they watched, but they both decided that that was just because they were young. But just by gently cupping the lump in his brother's underwear he could tell how much bigger he was than him.

Chris was busy trying to look in between his brother's legs and back towards his front "No I don't, I promise, I would have seen it if I did"

Kurt spread his legs to give his brother a better look at his dick and the he had never been more aroused. "Come look here" he said as he pointed to the bottom of his penis. "Yours is just hidden up in your sheath"

Chris looked down the underside of the thing pointing out of his brother's crotch. Without asking he pushed up on it so he could see better. Kurt moaned from the soft touch which made Chris recoil. "Does it hurt?"

At that moment Kurt almost climaxed all over his brother's paw. It was taking more self control than ever before to not just push the little joey back and do whatever he pleased with him. "No it feels really good, you can do it again if you want to."

Chris looked back down and let his paws do the answering. He investigated as much as he could, feeling along the underside the cock and pushing one of his fingers into the sheath and rubbing around. It was thicker at the bottom and came to a tip at the end which was oozing out clear smelly liquid. He leaned in close to get a better smell but realized it was way too strong and musty for his taste. "It's so slimy"

He looked up at his bigger brother and noticed his eyes were closed. Kurt spoke like he knew he was watching "You want to lick it?"

Chris thought about it for a second "not really, it smells weird. You said I had one too, why haven't I seen it?"

Kurt's eyes opened and he looked down at his brother who was crouched between his legs. Just the sight of Chris nearly naked in between his legs was making his dick jump. "It's because you have to draw it out, let me show you, lay down."

Chris laid back and watched as his naked brother got on all fours over his lower body. Kurt grabbed at his underwear and Chris let him, now determined to see if he in fact had a cock too. His brother pulled down his undies until they were around his ankles and then looked back up at his crotch "Oh look at your cute little balls" he said as rubbed at the little bump over his sheath. His brother then bent down and licked his balls sending strange and knew feeling up his spine and hitting his head so hard that it gave him a headache. Next he felt a warm ribbon like feeling under his balls playing with the tip of sheath.

Chris laid on his elbows so he could see what the bigger kangaroo was doing to him. He saw and felt his brother stick his tongue inside his sheath. The new feeling of having something swirling around inside of him made his heart beat faster.

His older brother then traced a line with his tongue out of his sheath and slowly moved up his balls and onto his stomach. Kurt scooted up a little placing one paw above Chris' right shoulder and the other one in the cleft under his little brother's sheath.

"Kurt? This feels really weird" Chris was starting to feel light headed, something he'd never experienced before.

Kurt ignored his brother's hesitations and kept going. He was massaging the small sheath, playing with the opening with his index finger and he could feel it starting to fill out.

Chris closed his eyes and laid back, enjoying the new sensations his brother was giving him.

Kurt let one of his fingers slip inside his brother's sheath and felt the hard member inside. He moved his finger in circles around it trying to do his best to get his little brother stiff.

The larger kangaroo pulled his finger out and with it came the tip of his brother's cock. He couldn't handle it anymore, he took the paw he was just using to finger Chris' sheath and rapped it around his own cock which had been pouring out pre by now.

He replaced his paw with his mouth. His brother's taste wasn't very strong, it didn't even compare with the strong musk of the dog cock he usually found himself sucking. But Scott was the last thing on his mind right now.

He was sure he had his brother's dick all the way out. It wasn't very big but he was only eight so he wasn't expecting it to be. He used his tongue the same way he was using his finger moments before, circling the little dick inside his mouth.

He didn't have to move his head up and down, Chris' cock didn't even touch the back of his throat. He moved his tongue up and down the underside of the prick in his maw. The same way he was moving his paw on his own dick.

He could feel his cock start to swell and pulse in his hand signaling that he was close to the end. His brother started to give out a low moan, and he felt the young joey starting to buck his hips instinctively.

Kurt felt Chris start to hump uncontrollably and his breaths were turning erratic. On his tongue he felt the little pink rod pulse and he waited for something to come but he was too young to produce sperm.

Knowing his brother was having his first orgasm in his mouth set him off and he started squirting into his paw and onto the front of his brother. He stayed like that, his mouth around Chris' cock and tried to get his breath back. He leaned back and took a long stare at his brother's groin. Underneath his sheath he could see the little hole, and his wandering paw, soaked with cum, pushed his brother's checks apart. He didn't know what this meant but one thing was for sure. He was going to let his brother hang out with him a lot more.

Chris was still lying on his back. He didn't know what just happened or what his brother did to him. It had all happened so fast that he swore he had just fallen asleep and had a strange dream. But looking down he saw his brother with his mouth rapped around his body part that up until two minutes ago he never knew he had. He didn't know how he should take this or how he should feel. All he knew was that things had just changed in a big way, for the better or worse, he still wasn't sure.

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The alarm clock sounded at seven sharp as it did every weekday. Chris opened his groggy eyes and looked over to focus on his target, the snooze button. But before he could even attempt to lift his arm his door was shoved open by none other than his mother. Flipping on the light her eyes lingered on the sol piece of dirty clothing on the floor before she spotted her son's paw hovering above the snooze button on his alarm clock. "Chris dear, don't you dare think of sleeping in, your father will be furious if he has to drive you to school before he goes to work, you know how out of the way it is." She said as she picked up the dirty shirt and placed it in the laundry bin next to his closet.

The kangaroo retracted his slender paw and pulled his thin blanket over his head to shield his eyes from the light saving his eyeballs from three degree burns "UGH please, just five more minutes"

"You know you're not getting five more minutes now get up and get ready" Chris heard his mom pad down the hall way past his brother's room and down the stairs to the kitchen where no doubt his father was waiting patiently for his breakfast.

He pushed off the blankets covering his nearly naked body with his legs and squinted horribly at the bright light overhead. "God" he said as if blaming him for being so tired. He lifted himself up on shaky legs and walked across the floor though A maze of unpacked boxes. They had moved into a new house last month and he was still getting used to the new arrangement of everything. He looked at himself in the mirror and brought a paw up to his face, using a claw to dig out the eye dust that had gathered during the night. He didn't get much sleep due to the constant nightmares which were really just his life played out over again in his dreams. He moved his paw and examined his work. "Uh"

What ever he did he couldn't get rid of those bags under his eyes. He gave up on looking good and found his toothbrush and toothpaste, the apple flavored kind. After the normal grooming procedures he pulled down his underwear and stepped into the shower.

He turned on the cold water and felt the shock of it through his thick light brown fur. The cold water especially felt great in between his pads on his hind paws. He grabbed for the shampoo and after working up a good lather rubbed it with determination into his fur. He washed over his entire body paying special attention between his legs but his friend decided to stay indoors rather than come outside and face the onslaught of cold rain.

After he finished washing the shampoo out of his short fur he stepped into the dryer and let the warm air blow through him and give his body some heat back. Chris looked into the mirror as the rushing air was blowing his fur around. Growing up he always wanted to end up like his dad but he just got stuck right in the middle, completely average for a kangaroo in everyway except one, his eyes, and not just the constant bags under them. His eyes were a light brown, but turned a moss green near the iris. He stepped out of the warm air and pushed the off button.

Walking into his room naked he looked for some clean clothes. He hadn't unpacked and when they moved he didn't mark the boxes so it always took him a moment to find all the things he was looking for. He picked up some underwear and after a quick sniff that revealed them as clean he pulled them on. Next he found some light tan cargo shorts that ended just below his knees and went well with the color of his fur. He grabbed a black shirt with yellow stripes on the left shoulder and pulled it over his head, pushing his ears back so there would be no complications. Next he found his favorite black watch and snapped it on.

He grabbed his back pack and headed for the door. More out of habit than anything else he opened the door and quietly moved past his brother's room, even though his brother hadn't slept in there yet and probably never would.

Coming down the stairs he smelled the scent of fresh pancakes and hash browns. He was never big on breakfast foods but his mom forced him to eat it so he stopped complaining years ago.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled up a stool. "Hey mom, where's dad?"

His mother turned around with a plate of hot food and placed it right in front of him. "He had to leave early for work, though he felt like I didn't need to know, but I'll be right behind him so hurry up and eat, I can't give you a ride to school if you miss the bus."

Chris grabbed a fork and started digging into his food "so you're telling me if I miss the bus I don't have to go to school" he gave a crooked smile through his full mouth.

Chris felt something wet hit him in the forehead and a couple of pieces of hash browns fell down onto his plate. "I promise if you miss the bus you'll have more trouble than you can handle"

The young roo wiped away the remnants of potatoes out of his fur and looked up at his mom who was grinning from ear to ear. "I bet you think you're soooo funny mom"

"You know I'm funny, now hurry up, you have to be out the door in two minutes."

Chris chuckle softly "ya alright"

It was silent for a couple seconds as Chris tried to finish off his breakfast quickly without looking like a starving wild dog. He looked back up at his mom and realized that she had been staring at him the whole time. "Is something wrong?"

His mom looked like she was deep in thought and didn't answer immediately "....did you get any sleep last night honey, you look exhausted"

Chris tried to hold back the sigh but failed "Yes mom"

The older kangaroo cocked an eyebrow; she knew he was lying "did you take your ambien"

"God mom yes, you don't have to ask me every morning" he was being an ass but getting defensive was the best way to get his mom off the subject. She hated fighting, about anything.

"Sorry sweetie it's just you look so tired, do you still plan on seeing Dr. Allred Thursday?" She was giving him that concerned look that only mother's knew how to do.

Chris decided it was time to leave; he got up abandoning the rest of his breakfast. "Of course mom, do I ever miss it? I have to get to school, like you said I can't miss the bus right."

His mom followed him down the hall to the front door. "Ok, just making sure. Have a good day at school; you know how much I love you right?"

He felt warm inside every time his mom said that, he turned around and gave her a quick hug "ya I know, I love you too. See you after school."

The young roo hopped down the stairs and started down the long driveway. He heard his mom call after him but he wished he didn't "Ok sweetie, see you then. Don't forget today is Monday, your brother will be expecting us, I'll pick you up after school."

He cringed at even hearing the word brother. He hated Mondays, the day his whole family had to be together.

The walk to the bus stop was a short one, that was easy enough to memorize after the month he lived in the new neighborhood. And there was a storm the night before so the smell of rain was still in the air, which he found himself enjoying.

His parents really did well for themselves, they just moved into the best and richest neighborhood in Creastville. They never lived on the bad side of town like Luke and Mitch but it was still a huge step up from their old house.

He soon came upon where there was supposed to be a group of kids waiting for the bus but there was no one in sight. God damn, he missed it. He was old for a freshman but still his parents wouldn't buy him a car, 'maybe if you get a 4.0' but what was the likelihood of that. It was kind of a long walk to the high school but there was no way he could go back and tell his mom he missed the bus.

At least he could smell the rain on his walk. It was after school that he wasn't looking forward to.

Holy fuck he hated Mondays.

The walk to school was actually pleasant, but explaining to his first period teacher why he walked in with only five minutes of class left wasn't as much. He didn't really care anyways, his mom wouldn't be mad at him for walking to school, in fact she would probably feel guilty that she scared him into thinking that he had to walk, even though he was no where near being scared of his mom. Maybe her overwhelming kindness was a little frightening at times, but that was about it.

Plus his only friend in that class wasn't even there so there was no big loss. It was unusual for Mitch to miss class, in fact he thought he would never see the day, that kid had perfect attendance.

His second period was foods; he really wished he had a friend in that class. It was mostly full of bastard ass jocks. The lone kangaroo walked towards the front of the class and took his seat right next to a hedgehog with bullet proof glasses. He didn't plan on taking this class at the beginning of the year so none of his friends were in it. And it made it even worse that almost the entire football team had taken this class the same period he got stuck with. Already three of them had been kicked out for horseplay, but still, they made up half the class.

The teacher was an old Christian doe who in Chris' humble opinion had never experienced the real world. If you even said damn, you were the spawn of the devil and were sent strait to the principal's office and then the express way to hell. Some people just didn't get how reality was, it's just a fucked up place.

Chris sat down a full two minutes early and watched as a group of muscle bound high schoolers made there way in with only seconds to spare. First came in two tiger brothers then a gorilla with arms thicker than a full grown pine tree. Then a lion came in and Chris noticed that under the fur on his face he had a black eye and it was swollen a little.

Chris couldn't help but smile at the lion's face but he made sure that Kent didn't see him smiling. He hoped he got his ass kicked; he was the quarterback on the football team and a prick so he deserved it.

The last three that entered made it just as the bell rang, a dingo, followed by a much larger great dane, and last but not least was an enormous water buffalo.

The jocks had taken up root in the back of the class so Chris just waited for the doe to start. During class the teacher, of course, had to threaten to kick out several more students, gave extra homework, and rearranged the seats to try and keep the peace but with five minutes left, she was beginning to give up.

The hedgehog who was named something like Jordan had been moved back to the rear of the class right in the middle of the war zone, and the dingo named Marshall was moved up to get him away from his butt buddy Quinn, the great dane.

Chris was busy trying to fill out a measurement worksheet. How many teaspoons in a tablespoon, how many tablespoons in a cup, how many cups in a liter, how many liters in a gallon, and so on.

He could see out of the corner of his eye that the dingo was looking at his worksheet, not like he cared or anything but it was Monday so he was in a shitty mood. "You know if you want to cheat you could just ask, or you could just go to page 128, they're all listed there."

The dingo looked up from his paper to his face "Why would I have to ask, what are you going to do about it?"

God this kid was an asshole "Fine fuck you th-"

A ruler smashed down on the table making a gun shot like sound that made both the kangaroo and dingo jump about ten feet in the air. "EXCUSE ME, Mr. James I will have none of that language in my classroom! And you're BOTH getting a zero on the assignment, and next time you feel like cheating Mr. Hooper I think we'll find you a new class, don't you think."

The Doe looked up at the clock and then back down at Chris "I think Mr. Brunsworth would love to have a little chat with you Mr. James"

Man that was getting annoying "You know you can call my Chris right" he said with so much contempt in his voice that he thought he might choke on it.

A few seats behind him he heard some snickers but Mrs. KJ was not in the mood to joke "you know Chris I didn't think you would be one of the children I would have to kick out of this class but if you're not on your way in ten seconds you'll be one of them"

The kangaroo held his tongue even though telling her off would make his week. He picked up his stuff and made his way towards the door. Two feet into the hallway the bell rang sounding that second period was over.

His and Milo's locker was right around the corner and he opted not to go see the principal, chances were KJ wasn't even going to notify him that he was coming anyway.

Already the hallway was flooded with students and walking up on his locker he saw a familiar face waiting for him. CJ was small even for a fox, he was a good half foot shorter than Chris and he had the typical colorings of a fox. Chris didn't much care for the kid but they hung out with the same group so by association they were friends.

"Hey Chris! You ready for Spanish?" By his voice you would think he was a normal kid but how he dressed the last couple of weeks honestly made Chris sick. He had on tight black pants and an even tighter white shirt with rainbow colors splattered a crossed it. He also just got his ear pierced... about eight times and one of his nipples pierced which you could see the outline of clearly through his shirt. Then of course he had to dye his head and tail fur purple to top things off.

"Uh ya, how about you?" He wanted to have the least amount of conversation with his friends as possible.

CJ swung his head in the no motion and his earrings clinked against each other. "Not really, we have that quiz today and I haven't studied at all. Then again I said that the last quiz and I did ok so I'm hoping I guess"

The kangaroo spotted one of his real friends approaching, his locker partner; a slender but defiantly toned black panther. "Hey Milo, how was P.E."

Milo got to the locker and started searching for his history book "It was fun; we had a sub so we just ended up playing dodge ball which I dominated in of course, oh and has either of you guys seen Mark?"

Chris started to shake his head no but CJ spoke up "Ya he was in first period with me and he looked like shit to tell you the truth, I think he got in another fight. His arm was messed up or something because he didn't move it all period. He got called down to the principal's office, why?"

Milo found his book and then grabbed out a notebook "Oh nothing, Alec was just wondering if he was at school today. Chris, do you have everything" After he got an affirmative nod from Chris he shut the locker and was about to take off when a dingo showed up.

"Dude, what the fuck was your problem, you got us both screwed" Marshall was obviously pissed. Chris guessed he was close to failing that class even before the zero today.

Chris saw CJ back up and Milo step forward to back him up. "Well maybe if you weren't such a prick I wouldn't care if you cheated off me"

Milo saw that his friend wasn't about to back down so he stepped up right to his side. He was about the same size as Marshall so he hoped his presence would make him think twice before throwing a fist.

That didn't faze the dingo "Fuck you, I didn't do shit to you"

Just then Quinn had to show up and tower over both of them. He looked first at Chris then at CJ then lastly at Milo. After thinking up the most offensive thing he could say he spurted it out. "So CJ, how many times have Milo's dads fucked you, do they like under your tail or that cute little pussy hidden in your mouth more?"

Chris immediately saw Milo's jaw clench in rage and his paws ball up into fists. The kangaroo had seen Milo fight before but Quinn was a good eighteen inches taller than the cat. Unexpectedly it was CJ who spoke up next "They like my tail better, same as your dad." Everyone was too shocked to say anything so the fox took it as a sign to go on "Actually you're the only one who likes my mouth better but that's just because you haven't fucked my ass yet"

Chris couldn't believe his ears and by the stunned silence around him neither could the rest of them. Marshall was busy looking at Quinn with a confused expression plastered across his muzzle. Now the great dane bunched up his fists and a low guttural growl escaped his throat. CJ's comments made chris want to vomit but he had to hand it to the fag, he really pissed off Quinn.

"Hey break it up!" A bulky Rhino stepped though the crowd, trying not to kill any young kids as he placed every step carefully.

Quinn's face faded into a smile, like he had just been joking. "Hey Mendez what's going on"

The large grey animal looked from Chris, CJ, and Milo to Marshall and Quinn. "Don't give me your shit Quinn, now all of you get to class"

Marshall turned around and headed for what ever class he had third period and Quinn, after giving CJ a menacing glance, was soon to follow.

Mendez gave the threesome a passing glare then went on his way to find some other youth in trouble.

Now it was Milo and Chris' turn to stare at CJ, Milo was the first to speak "Where in the hell did that come from? God in the last two weeks you've been acting weird, dressing weird, and the CJ I knew would never say something like that, especially to someone like Quinn, or Marshall"

CJ just smiled "People change, now we have to get to class I think the bell already rang."

With a few more questions that CJ didn't answer, CJ and Chris went off to class and Milo went off to explain to his history teacher why he was late. Spanish class went as usual with Mrs. McDonald trying to control the class and being way to nice to succeed. Chris really liked Mrs. McDonald, so he tolled CJ he was going to stay after to help her clean up. The young rabbit acted more like a big sister than a teacher, probably because she was fresh out of college and didn't know any better.

It didn't take very long with two on the job so he was only ten minutes late getting to lunch. He wondered if his group drove out to lunch or opted with cafeteria food. He didn't have a car so it was the cafeteria for him and his hopes weren't high that his friends stayed for the shit the school served.

It was a little surprising to him that all of his friends were sitting at the first table when he walked into the lunch room. Rustin, CJ, Dan, Milo, Luke, and Chase all called out their hellos as he walked over to him. It was strange that they were eating school lunch when Rustin, CJ, Milo, And Chase all had cars but he wasn't about to argue about having company while he ate. "Hey guy's"

He walked past their table and stood in the now short line for pizza pockets. It was less than a minute later when he was on his butt right next to Milo who was telling the rest of the group about CJ's little show of bravery before third period.

Once Milo had finished telling his version of the story that was a little spruced up for the entertainment of the rest of his friends, and all the following questions were answered or ignored, Chris had to ask "Why didn't you guys go out to eat?"

Chase was the first to speak up. The flying fox was halfway through eating a pear but still managed to get a response out "I didn't have any money and we couldn't find Mitch or you so we just decided to stay here and wait for you two to show up."

Chris translated that into Luke didn't have any money and was too proud to let Chase buy him anything. He looked at the german shepherd and noticed a cut above his left eye. Everyone had learned to ignore the random cuts and bruises that the dog came to school with. They tried asking once if there was anything they could do and the dog just lost his cool and made sure his friends would never bring it up again. Chase was the one who took it the worst, the freshman was practically Luke's shadow. Honestly it was just a miracle that Luke made it to his senior year with all the drugs he did.

Chris realized that not only was Mitch not in first period but missed the entire day of school. "So do you guys know why Mitch didn't show up to school?"

The rabbit across from him spoke "no he's here I saw him in the hall after second period, he was talking to officer Mendez"

Dan who had been quietly eating his, what looked like a big pile of uncooked meat perked his ears up but didn't turn his head when he spoke. "Wait why was Mitch talking to Mendez?"

Rustin picked up a carrot and bit off the end "I don't know, something about Mark, I had to go to class so I didn't hear much, his brother just got in another fight or something"

Dan's muzzle showed an expression of relief for a second then he went back to eating his meat. Chris always found himself staring at the lion, partially because he knew he couldn't get caught, even though sometimes he swore he knew the lion could see him staring. He couldn't help it, Dan was just something else. The lion's fur was completely white, but he wasn't born that way. His father owned some type of chemical factory on the east side of Mapleton; it was a multi million dollar company. Anyways when he was around six his father took him there to show him around and even though Chris didn't know the whole story the outcome was obvious. There was an accident and now Dan's blind and what ever he fell into turned his fur white, well most of it, there were still patches of yellow on his back and one slanted stripe on his chest. Another thing he was insanely jealous about was the cat's angelic like voice. Dan was in a band called 'Three Weeks to Live' with some college kids, one of which was Scott, Kurt's old friend.

As he was staring at the blind lion he noticed him take a sniff and look up suddenly. That was another thing, that kid now had, what only could be described as, a super power sense of smell, and his hearing was pretty damn good too, like a dogs.

Chris followed his sightless gaze and saw Mitch walking towards the table. Mitch once again sat next to Dan who looked an awful lot happier now that he had his seeing eye weasel. Chris was the first to ask "hey Mitch, where have you been?"

Mitch looked tired, and for once Chris saw what it looked like for other people to have bags under their eyes. "I was looking for Mark, have any of you guys seen him?"

CJ tolled him about his art class and how he got called to the principal's office, and how he looked like he got in a fight. But other than that no one had seen him. Milo asked the question that everyone was wondering "Why is everyone looking for Mark, Alec asked me if he was at school today too."

Mitch accepted some fries from Dan and continued "well he's not at school anymore, last night my parents grounded him but he still went out to a party and they kicked him out. And on top of that they threw all of his stuff out in the rain, I got his ipod, and some of his other stuff but most of it was ruined."

Dan looked over at Mitch, something he did that kind of freaked Chris out "That suck's where's he staying now?"

Mitch sighed "I don't know, the cops are looking for him now. My dad called the police this morning saying that he ran away even though they kicked him out. Mendez already talked to me but I have no idea where he is, not that I would tell him if I did."

"He probably just went to a hotel, doesn't he have a couple thousand in the bank?" asked Rustin, right as he finished off the last of his carrot.

Mitch sighed again "Not anymore, he isn't eighteen so he had to get a joint account and my dad got all the money out first thing this morning. It's like they're trying to ruin his life. I mean they broke his wakeboard, called the cops, took his money, kicked him out, and when I asked why they said they were doing it for his own good."

Dan nudged Mitch in the side "When you find him, tell him he can stay at my house for as long as he needs to, we have five extra rooms and a pool house that no one is using"

"Thanks Dan but I have no idea where his is, I asked Colby, Jaren, Jeff, and even that one girl he likes on the soccer team but none of them have seen him"

Milo spoke up "what about Alec, he was looking for him this morning"

Mitch perked up a little "No I haven't seen him yet"

Milo Pointed over to the door that exited to the parking lot. "Here he comes, ask him"

Mitch turned around and saw Alec heading strait for them, he was going to call out his name but it looked like the wolf was already planning on stopping by. Immediately Dan wrinkled his nose and a second later the rest of them did the same. It wasn't that Alec stunk it's just his natural musk was way to strong if he didn't shower everyday. Alec opened his mouth but Mitch beat him to it "Hey Alec, have you seen Mark?"

Alec looked like he had the words stolen out of his mouth, "Uh no I was going to ask you if he was at school today, he wasn't in class so I though he might have stayed home."

Mitch for the fourth time today had to repeat what happened "No he was here first period but he got called down to the principal's office so he just took off."

Chris noticed that the usually cool and collected wolf looked nervous "Why would he take off?"

"He got kicked out of the house last night and my parents called the police saying that he ran away, so Mendez was looking for him. Did he get in a fight last night or something, because CJ said he looked really beat up?"

"What! They kicked him out, where is he staying, how can they call the cops if they kicked him out!?!" Alec then grabbed Ryan by the shoulder and started to drag him off.

Dan stood up but Luke grabbed his arm "Chill man, he just wants to know where Mark is"

Chris had finished his lunch, as well as the rest of the remaining kids around the table. They talked for a little about Mark then the topics shifted to other random things like What chase and Luke were doing after school and how Rustin's mom was doing in her new romance.

Eventually lunch ended and the rest of school came and went without much more excitement. Chris was hoping he wasn't going to run into Marshall or Quinn and his wish was granted.

As it turned out Mrs. KJ had called the principal at the end of the day and Chris was suspended until Wednesday, no big deal. He was late getting to the tree where his mom picked him up every Monday, but she still wasn't there. It wasn't long before his ride showed up but it was his dad's truck instead of his mom's car.

He opened the black door and climbed into the ford. "Hey dad, I thought mom was picking me up."

His father turned off the air conditioner "She's meeting us there"

"Oh, ok"

Chris didn't like being around his dad, it's not like he didn't like him it's was just they never talked. So they just sat in silence while they drove to meet Chris' mom, and his brother. Chris wished he could turn on some music but his father hated every kind of sound there was. It wasn't a long drive to the hospital so they arrived in good time. His mom was outside with a bundle of flowers like she was every Monday.

His dad found two adjacent parking spots and filled them both up with his pride and joy. They walked up to meet his mom and she greeted them with a smile "Good you're on time, you know how much he looks forward to seeing us."

Chris rolled his eyes and waited for his parents to lead the way. He followed them to the elevator and waited patiently until they arrived at the third floor. He had been coming here for four years every Monday except for the few he could get out of by faking sickness, so he could practically find his way to his brother's room blindfolded.

They walked down the hallway until they came to room C10. His parents entered first and he followed in after them. Kurt lay on the bed motionless. A doctor came in only seconds later "Right on time, as usual"

"Hello Charles, how is my boy doing today" Chris didn't hate coming here just because he hated seeing his brother, but also the way the life left his mother's voice when ever she walked into this room and saw her son on his bed, wondering if he was ever going to wake up again.

Dr. Charles Freewin was always in good sprits, something Chris couldn't explain considering his job was to watch people wither away and die, but at least he was honest. "Nothing but good news today, we found a noticeable amount of brain activity in your son last Thursday and though it was brief, for a second there we thought he might wake up."

Chris felt his heart freeze but both his parents eyes lit up considerably. They trusted Dr. Freewin, and if he said that he thought their son was going to wake up then they believed him.

Chris dad spoke up in his deep voice "What does that mean exactly"

Charles sat down on in a chair by the door "Now please don't get your hopes up, it's been four years since the accident. Really I'm surprised that you kept him alive for so long, but with patients that haven't been comatose for this long it is usually a common sigh that they are coming out of it. But like I said it has been so long since his brain has been active that there might be no coming back."

Chris' parents looked at each other and his mother went over to the side of the bed. His brother had been lying down for four years and yet somehow he had grown to almost the size of their father. Kurt was twenty five now, he had been pissing in a bag for four years, and Chris was happier that way. He couldn't handle if things went back to the way things were, he had always been so much happier since the accident.

He wouldn't let it go back.

So there you go! I have one more chapter already written and I'll post it soon. Then I'll buckle down and spit out the other ones.