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The summer after my sophomore year my family dragged me down south to visit relatives, at my aunt's dusty old house. At least, I _called_her my aunt; she was my father's cousin. Or second cousin? Whatever they were, they grew up in the same household, so they were close all throughout their respective childhoods. They must have come from fairly similar branches of the family tree though; they both had gray-brown fur and brown eyes. Run-of-the-mill wolves. My mom was a wolf too, and I got her eyes--a relaxed sort of olive. My aunt though, Carly, she went off and married some big fucking wolf, with dark, mahogany fur and icy blue irises. That's where Joplin got his eyes.

Joplin was my cousin, or whatever, and we had known each other since we were pups. He was a year older than me, which was made even more evident by the way his black t-shirt stretched over his now massive torso. He took after his father, with dark, almost muddy looking fur, and cold eyes. I could see those eyes watching us from the porch as we drove in. By contrast, I thought my eyes were dull and boring. I was only a year younger than him, but I was much smaller. He had to have surpassed six feet by that point, making him at least six inches taller than me. I was always a skinny kid too, so I was practically dwarfed next his tall and broad frame. We were both wearing jeans and old shoes, but where he had his tight-fitting shirt, I was sporting a slightly loose flannel. The last time we saw each other had to have been when I was eight and he was nine, during which, if I recall correctly, we played an uncomfortable game of doctor. Sometime after that I moved up to the Midwest to live out the rest of my childhood. When we greeted each other on the porch, I could tell he barely remembered me. Regardless, our parents assumed we must have still been best buds, so they left us to our own devices while they drank and caught up.

There was an outbuilding on the property that had essentially been converted into Joplin's own little den. My family had arrived late in the day, so by the time our parents abandoned us it was dark already. We made our way into his little hut. In the entry, there was a full bath on the right and a small closet on the left, both concealed behind doors. It wasn't just a shed; it was essentially a small house, with its own heating and air conditioning. It was pretty cozy, if you ignored the fact that we were basically in the middle of nowhere. Beyond the bathroom and closet, the whole thing was just one open space, with some couches arranged in an L-shape facing a television mounted on the wall. Clothes and schoolwork and sports equipment were scattered about the area. On our way in Joplin grabbed two beers from a cooler stashed in the closet, and we threw some clothes to the floor so we could sit down on the couch.

We hadn't seen each other for the better part of a decade, and had basically nothing in common. I tried my best to make conversation to avoid drinking uncomfortably in silence.

"You got big."

Joplin forced a chuckle through his nose and took another sip. "Yeah. I'm going out for football soon. I made the team last year. What about you, huh? What do you do?"

"Shit I don't know." I took my time answering. I was in no hurry to run out of topics for small talk. "Not sports, obviously. I guess I just focus on school so my parents are happy and don't ask questions when I go out at night."

His ears perked up ever so slightly. "Oh yeah? What do you do at night?"

I took another drink. "Party." I chuckled when I heard myself say that. "Well, 'party.' We call it partying. Pretty much just some losers drinking and talking, almost always under ten people. Still, it's fun I guess. There's booze. Beats sittin' around at home. You got parties around here?"

"Ha. Parties. Everybody lives like five hundred miles from each other, it's too much work to party. If I ever hang out with people it's usually right after school." He paused briefly. "I got a girl though."

This time my ears perked up. "Oh? What's her name? What's she like?"

He swished his can around a bit before answering. "She's cool. She keeps me happy."

What a boring answer. "I mean _what's she like,_Joplin." I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes shot over to me, more playful than intimidating. He let out a chuckle, more genuine this time. "She wouldn't open those legs for a million fuckin' dollars man. Not 'til I put a ring on her finger."

I groaned. "One of those. So what, are you gonna fuckin' wait for her?"

"Fuck no! I'm giving her another month to change her mind, then goodbye. I mean she's nice and all, but Jesus Christ man. Throw me a fuckin' bone." We both smiled and kept drinking. "What about you Sam, you got a girl?" I laughed out loud. I wasn't about to tell mister football team that I was the school cocksucker.

"Nah... girls are way too much trouble dude."

Joplin grinned. "Tell me about it."

Joplin turned on the TV at some point, and we were both on our third beers. I don't know what was playing. Some crime procedural. We reached a scene exploring some budding romance between coworkers. Joplin groaned, so I turned to face him. His head fur was a little messy from the day and his sharp eyes were half-lidded, a result of how late it was and the three cans of beer he had enjoyed. "This fuckin' bullshit. These two fuckers start talking about whatever murderer they're tryin' to find, and they smirk at each other, and next episode they're bangin' each other. For real man, it's annoying."

"Why is that annoying, huh?" I prodded.

"Because I need some ass," he slurred. "Or some head at least. It's been like two months with this chick." All his complaining about not getting laid dragged my eyes down to his crotch. There was a bulge there that hadn't been there before. The alcohol had probably made him a little horny. I looked back up to his face, which harbored a cute little frown and slowly blinking eyes. I took another swig as I felt my own arousal. My cousin was making me hard. Or second cousin, or whatever. I used my lack of knowledge of my own family tree to convince myself that incest at this level was probably okay.

In my drunken stupor I asked, "wanna BJ?"

Those eyes shot over to me again, quicker than they had been moving during the past thirty minutes. His brow furrowed. "Sam, the fuck you just say?"

I felt my cheeks redden. The lights were off though, and the glow from the television wasn't enough to illuminate my embarrassment. "Nothin.'" What on earth made you ask that.

I quickly turned away towards the screen but I could still feel him staring at me, cold eyes blinking slowly. "Get over here."

I turned my head slowly back to face him. His eyes were still looking at me, his brow was still furrowed. I slowly got up and stumbled over to him, dropping to my knees in front of him. I was drunker than I thought. He stared at me the whole time. I couldn't tell if he was angry or disgusted or confused or a mixture of all three. The darkness of the room made it hard for me to gauge the expression on his face, but I could tell with absolute certainty that his arousal was growing. I could smell it. He gave me his beer and motioned sloppily for me to put it down somewhere, and when I turned back towards him his fly was open and he was focused on the TV again, cold eyes blinking slowly.

I sat there in silence for at least a minute, trying to comprehend what was happening. I looked up again to find Joplin with the same complacent expression on his face, despite the fact that his cousin, who was also a guy, was between his legs. I turned my attention downwards again and advanced, pushing my nose into the front of his boxers. I took a deep breath. This is what a man smells like. I let my tongue loll out of my mouth and lazily dragged it across the top of his cock, still hidden behind the veil of his underwear. Joplin straightened his neck a bit and let out a heavy exhalation, but kept his eyes on the screen. I kept licking until the front of his boxers was soaked in precum and saliva.

I reached up with one paw and fished out his still growing wolfhood. As I pulled his dick over the top of his waistband I could tell it was decently long, but God was it thick. It felt heavy in my paw. I pulled his cock upward and started a long, slow lick from the base. As I dragged my tongue upwards I turned my eyes upwards as well, searching for eye contact. His eyes were still fixed on the television, but he was struggling to keep them open. He let his head back and breathed out again, lost in pleasure.

I reached for his hips with both paws, and slipped my fingers into his waistband. He scooted back a little, letting me pull his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. I rubbed my hands over his calves, kneading them gently with my fingers as I lapped softly at the base of his penis. Gradually, I took the head of his fat cock into my mouth, suckling on it.

"Oh shit..." Joplin wavered. I sank down, taking in all of his meat in one methodical movement. For the first time since I started he looked at me. I turned my eyes up to face him. The images from the TV were dancing across his face, his icy eyes taking in light and throwing it back out, shining. I was on my knees, with his cock still half stuck in my mouth. "Little cuz is a fag, would you look at that," he murmured. I blushed and he chuckled, turning his face towards the screen once again. I bobbed slowly, pushing at the underside of his dick with my tongue, coaxing out as much pre as I could. My paws were still at his legs, and I slid them down further so I could pull his pants all the way off his footpaws. I kept my paws there, gripping and kneading lightly at his warm, soft pads.

Joplin lethargically brought a paw onto my head, lightly intertwining his fingers with my fur and grabbing hold. He used this leverage to guide my head up and down, back and forth across his length. I pushed back against his paw and pulled my head off his cock so I could catch my breath. He left his gaze drift lazily back down to meet my eyes as I panted into his happy trail. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a grin as he grabbed the left side of my head with his right paw, smearing my face across his drooling cock. I closed my eyes and lapped at the heavy orbs dangling from his rod. Joplin let out a raspy "yeah" under his breath and let go of my head, relinquishing control back to me.

I adjusted my position so I could pull myself up a bit, giving myself more access. My hunger was growing with each passing moment rather than being satisfied. I massaged his cock with my paw, eliciting another moan from Joplin. Each strained exhalation I heard from him encouraged me, made me want more. I sunk back down, closing my maw over him, sucking with a renewed intensity. I wanted every last drop I could pull from him.

"Ah fuck..." Joplin yanked me back from his cock, leaving only a glistening strand between us. I panted as he rose shakily, standing directly above me. He grabbed onto my head, much more aggressively than the last time he did, and held me in place as he jerked his cock over my face. His strokes were sloppy, and his breath labored. He brushed a thumb over my ear and gazed down at me, icy irises half-lidded and infinitely seductive. I melted right there.

He grunted and pushed his tip onto the tongue in my open maw. He let ropes of his cum paint my tongue and my throat, before he pulled out, letting the final, weakening shots drool over my face. After I swallowed, I opened I mouth again, panting. He stood there, gasping for air, as I knelt before him. When his breath finally calmed, he stumbled over to the bathroom, knees weak from alcohol and orgasm. I could hear him fumbling around before he emerged and threw a towel at me. "Clean up," he muttered. My heart sank ever so slightly. There was no rationale for expecting some emotional sentiment from my cousin after I sucked him off, but still, a part of me longed for something. A part of me always wanted a lingering connection after I gave the guys at school favors. He wandered back to the couch, still bottomless, cock still stiff, and offered me a passing glance before squeezing past me and lying down. The television was still glowing, illuminating the room gently. I was still on my knees in front of the couch, and Joplin was settling in, pulling a blanket over his body and breathing quietly. I slowly brought the towel to my face, dragging it down over my eyes and cheeks, wiping my cousin's cum from my fur.

I sat there for a moment after cleaning myself. I was staring at the dirty rag in my lap when I heard a sigh. I looked up to find Joplin's eyes, piercing through the soft darkness of the room; he must've noticed my sulking. There was something less harsh in his eyes this time though, something hesitantly sympathetic. "Just... fuckin' get in here." I slowly rose, noticing the effects the three beers had had on me. Joplin raised the blanket covering him, and I backed in, settling into his larger frame. He dropped the blanket and the arm holding it over my chest. He kept his arm there, offering a consolatory hug. I was still Sam, his little cousin. He reached up to the arm of the couch and grabbed the remote before pressing the power button, eliminating the soft light that had filled the room for the past hour. With a sigh, he whispered, "goodnight."