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Beat walked down the road with his guitar case slung over his shoulder. Wearing his usual punk garb of a dark tight-fitting beater, baggy shorts, and studded collar, the twink skunk looked out of place next to his prim older brother, Stephen. Despite being from the same upperclass family, the two mustelids gave off completely different impressions.

Unlike Stephen, Beat was a skunk-hyena hybrid and the result of his mother's alcohol-fueled adultery with some scumbag fuck-and-run 'yeen. Though the rest of the family saw him as a stain on their otherwise perfect family (his mother and sister especially), Stephen regarded him as his baby brother and closest friend.

"Are you sure you want me to watch?" the older skunk asked, his voice giving away his depression. "I don't want to ruin your guys' vibe or whatever you call it."

"Like I said a billion times before, it's no problem! It's just practice at Johnny's place anyway so yer not gonna ruin anyone's vibe." Beat replied with a toothy hyena grin, his accent an odd mix of street and posh. Stephen liked that grin, even if the sinister feel to it didn't match with his sissy features. The twink's face grew somber. "Ya gotta get over her, bro. It's not healthy mullin' over a lost cause."

"Yeah, yeah. It just hurts, you know. It's not like that mutual breakup you and Adam had. She cheated on me and when I caught her, she flat out told me she just wanted father's money. She didn't even like me." His voice trailed off with his last few words.

"Girls, amirite?" Beat bantered, sighing when his jest didn't spur a reaction. "Bro, listen, it's gonna be hard for us rich types. I have it easier since I can pull off the street look but I've had guys go crazy when they found out about daddy's cash. Kinda hafta learn to roll with it, ya know?"

"Daddy!?" Stephen snorted. Beat shrugged, still showing teeth. Stephen let out a long sigh, a smile cracking on his face despite his mood. "I guess you're right."

The musky duo continued along their path and ended up at a shoddy one-story house with an attached garage. The vehicles parked outside betrayed the inoperability of the car-wide aluminum door. Stephen looked apprehensive at the seemingly run-down building but Beat paid it and him no mind. They entered the house without so much as a knock.

The place smelled like wet dog and the musty air made Stephen wonder if the windows even opened. Beat led him through a living room cramped with torn furniture and a kitchen littered with unwashed dishes and beer bottles. They stepped through a door that took a little force to push open into the interior of the garage.

Unlike the rest of the house, the garage was actually clean. The concrete floor, although cracked in some areas, was swept and the wooden supports and rafters were mostly devoid of cobwebs. If he had to choose, Stephen would rather sleep here than in the actual house. Beat caught on to him and said, "The dust messes with our throats. Just don't ask Johnny to clean anywhere else"

Johnny, who Stephen correctly assumed to be the lanky German Shepherd on account of his scent being similar to the rest of the place, sized up the newcomer. "Yeesh, Beat, you two look nothin' alike. What, he just come from work or somethin'?"

"Uh, no, that's just how he normally dresses. He tells me that's his casual" Beat replied, shooting a smirk at his brother. Stephen scratched his head and gave a weak smile; he felt completely out of place in his button-up shirt and slacks. "He's been outta sorts lately so I figure I'd bring him along, ya know?"

A tomcat with dreadlocks and the scent of cannabis on the other side of the room strummed his base, grabbing the trio's attention. "He-e-ey, ma-a-an," he started in a slow yet fitting voice, "nothin' like some tunes to heal the soul, yeah?" He strummed his instrument again with a dopey smile.

"Who asked ya, Will? Shouldn't that mouth of yours be occupied with that bong or somethin'?" Johnny admonished.

"Can't smoke and play, ma-a-an. I get all cra-a-azy and junk when I'm high. Right Ted?" The stoner lazily looked over to a muscular grey fox with long black hair completely obscuring his face. He was sitting quietly behind a drum set and despite his size, Stephen had just noticed his presence. The vulpine simply grunted an unintelligible response. Stephen couldn't stop grinning at Beat's wacky friends. He found a lawn chair in the corner and sat in it.

The mustelid watched as the garage band set up their equipment. He noticed Beat's guitar as the same one he bought him for his 16th birthday several years ago. Although aged and well-used, the meticulous care put into it was apparent to the musically-illiterate Stephen. It's strings were colored in a rainbow ladder, a fact that nearly made him chuckle.

After their preparations, the ragtag group ran through many songs ranging from Boston to the Beatles. They were all well practiced, but it was apparent that Beat was the most competent member. He took the lead on half of the songs and he was able to modulate his voice and change his accent to accommodate the music. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the young stinker as he moved with the beat and danced with the rhythm.

Stephen felt something strange as he watched. At first, he thought it was because he was enamoured with a side of Beat he'd never seen before. However, as the afternoon went on, the odd warmth he felt only increased. It wasn't until he shifted in his seat and noticed his hard-on did he realize what was going on.

The band finished their last song, a hardcore Led Zeppelin tune, and started to pack up. Johnny turned toward Stephen as he stood from his seat. "So how was that, rich boy? That rock your pants off or what?" It took Stephen a few moments to realize what he asked, his mind preoccupied with other thoughts.

"Yeah, that was pretty cool. I've never seen a live performance before, so that was, you know, rad?" the skunk said with a sheepish grin.

"Rad?" the dog snorted. "I'll take it, I'll take it. Gotta pop that rock-cherry sometime, right?"

After a few more minutes of bullshitting, Beat and Stephen left the residence in good spirits. As they walked back to their home, they shared some idle chatter about music and where Beat met his strange companions. Stephen's depression was gone, having his "soul healed" as the pot-huffing cat put it, but the taboo feelings he had permeated his mind instead. He barely looked at Beat during their twenty minute trip but the young buck didn't notice.

~~~

Stephen laid in his bed in his nighttime attire of a t-shirt and sweatpants. Except for his radio playing some classic rock station, the spacious house was silent; his parents went on a business trip for the weekend and his sister had recently moved in with her boyfriend. He was alone in the building with Beat and his thoughts surrounding the hybrid.

With a sigh and a grunt, Stephen got up and walked to the kitchen to discard the remains of his takeout dinner. He haphazardly tossed the carton into the trash and turned to find Beat, or more accurately his rump, sticking out from the fridge. He was still wearing his beater but swapped his bottoms for short, form-fitting gym shorts. His new attire left very little to the imagination and the plump curve of his girly ass became more and more appealing the longer Stephen stared.

Biting his lip, the older skunk walked up behind him and pinched a cheek. Beat jumped with a squeak and turned, only to giggle when he realized who it was. He always let his feminine side show when the folks were out. "Trying to find something more to eat?" Stephen unnecessarily asked. Beat swished his tail and gave a coy grin.

"Ma-a-aybe," he replied. "I'm so bored and it's givin' me the munchies."

"You know, I might have something that may satiate you." Stephen reached down and grabbed his junk. Beat grinned in response.

"Perv," he simply said before squeezing out from between the refrigerator and his brother. He started back to his room, unable to find a suitable snack, when Stephen grabbed him and pushed him up against a wall. Before Beat could protest, he pushed his mouth onto his sibling's and quickly invaded his maw with his tongue. Beat struggled for a second before succumbing to the dominance.

After what seemed like hours, Stephen finally broke off the kiss, a streamer of saliva hanging between the two. "Fuck," Stephen blurted, bewildered at what he'd done, "why did that feel so good?"

Beat took a few heavy breaths before speaking up. "I-I don't know. Damn, Stephen, the fuck was that?" His voice surprisingly lacked the expected accusatory or disgusted tones; if anything, it sounded curious, something that encouraged the older mustelid to continue.

"No idea, but I want more." He clamped his muzzle to Beat's and started another kiss, this one more sensual and exploratory than the last. The brothers made out for minutes, Stephen taking the dominant role again as he tasted the younger skunk's palette and rubbed against his sharp teeth. He admired the bone-crushing chompers his sissy sibling had.

Beat leaned against the wall and let him have his way. Many other men had invaded his mouth but none have explored it the way Stephen currently was. That broad tongue of his slid across his cheeks, under his tongue, and in places Beat didn't know he had. It ended with Stephen slowly pulling out and peppering his face and neck with small pecks.

"Dude, this is, like, so wrong." Beat whined, more so stating the fact than actually complaining. Stephen contemplated the same idea but then a sly idea came to mind.

With a wide grin that rivalled Beat's, he stated, "Well, to be honest, we are half-brothers, so this is only half wrong, right?" The older skunk swore he heard dial-up sounds coming from his brother's rusty 'yeen brains. He admired the blank look on his subtly spotted face as he tried to formulate an answer. What he got was an unexpected question instead.

"Ya want to, uh, take this upstairs?" Beat asked meekly. Stephen laughed and dragged the twink up the stairs and into his brother's room, choosing this location because of a certain product he knew he had. He threw Beat onto the bed and fished around in his nightstand for the bottle of lube the fag hid from his parents. By the time he found it, Beat was already naked, his clothes haphazardly tossed aside, and was in the process of pulling down his sweatpants.

Once Stephen's half-mast pink was visible, the gay skunk engulfed its entirety and began suckling the meat like a piece of candy. Stephen crooned at the attention, his ex never able to take care of a cock like he did, and his dick inflated to its full seven inch length in no time.

With his brother's blood-swollen manhood in his mouth, Beat began bobbing, wrapping his slick tongue around it as best he could. The moaning he heard above signalled to him that he was doing it right. Surprised at how good of a cocksucker his little sibling was, Stephen just stood there on weak legs, his paws cupped around the sissy boy's skull and his thumbs and index fingers massaging his fuzzy ears.

Their tails swished back and forth in contentment, Beat's a slow alluring movement and Stephen's more of a rapid shake. Stephen was on the edge, something Beat felt through the older mustelid's squeezing, and to avoid a premature end to a fun yet socially-forbidden night, he pulled back, ending the fallatio with a kiss on the tip.

Stephen was disappointed that the blowjob ended so soon, but Beat flipping himself and presenting his fine naked butt elated the skunk. He climbed onto the bed and pushed his pelvis into the twink's ass, hotdogging his meat between his soft fluffy cheeks. He ground his dick into Beat's crack, the leftover saliva and pre leaving a streak of wetness on his fur.

With his impatience overriding the fun of foreplay, he pulled back a bit to give himself room to lube up. He dumped a healthy portion of the liquid onto his dick, unsure of how much was needed but knowing that having too much lube is better than not enough. With his cock dripping in the viscous fluid, he kissed its tip to his sibling's needy pucker.

Inhaling sharply to prepare himself, he slowly pushed himself into the prostrate mustelid. Beat gasped at the entry, the usual stinging sensation burning his anus before giving away to pleasure. Stephen entered the stinker inch by careful inch, worried he was hurting his baby brother but growing more confident as the creature below started moaning like a whore in heat.

At last, Stephen hilted his entire length into the butt-slut. Beat had larger men before so he could easily handle his log, but he added a bit of flair to the encounter to help fulfill his taboo fantasy. He propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head just enough to give the older skunk a lewd grin. He swished his luxurious tail in his brother's face before wrapping it around his neck like a fluffy scarf.

Stephen was overwhelmed by the feeling of Beat's ass. It was tighter than any pussy he fucked and just as silky smooth, and whenever those anal walls clenched down on his rod, it sent shivers up his spine. It answered his long-time question of why anyone would want to stick their dick in another guy when vaginas were more convenient. With his orgasm fast approaching, the skunk began pumping his little brother, holding his slender hips for support.

Beat enjoyed his sibling's careful fucking. Too many guys wanted a quick, rough fuck so getting his ass so lovingly penetrated gave him a gratification he had long forgotten. No words were exchanged between them as the dicking went on, each content with experiencing the doting embrace. A familiar tingling in his loins spurred a thought in Beat's mind. If he's gonna go gay, let's push it a little farther, yeah?

Leading off with a giggle, Beat said, "If yer gonna spend so much time in my ass, ya should pay the rent, hmm?" Before Stephen could question the statement, Beat awkwardly grabbed one of his paws and dragged it to his own swollen dick, his more canine compared to his brother's featureless member. Stephen's face burned a bright red, turning the white stripe on his nose pink, but he began kneading the meat regardless.

He had never touched another man's penis before so the feeling of the pulsing alien cock in his palm was new to him. He explored the five-inch length with his pads, rubbing them along the sensitive underside and around the canid knot. Beat's hyena ancestry appeared in very subtle ways, something that Stephen found amusing yet fascinating. If anything, the hybridization of his brother's genes made him more physically interesting than any full-blooded skunk could be.

Using the pre leaking from the tip as makeshift lubricant, Stephen jerked and fondled Beat's member, taking special interest in the sensitive gland and soon had the little skunk crooning for more. Beat began grinding into his large palm, humping it to the best of his ability without accidentally pulling Stephen out of himself. The two eventually got into a rhythm that efficiently maximized the multitude of pleasures they were experiencing.

Stephen's scrotum tightened as he neared his release and from the sound of his brother's groaning and whining, Beat was close too. Being the gentleman that he was, Stephen decided to focus on getting Beat off first; after all, ladies first, and he was definitely the slutty little girl in this arrangement. His pace quickened, sending intense pleasure through both males, and with a loud squeal, Beat came in full force, drenching Stephen's hand and his sheets with his seed.

His load was voluminous and the intense pressure threatened to burst his urethra. Stephen felt his dick throb and struggle to expel the sticky white liquid, the contents leaking through his fingers in an erotic mess onto the soft sheets below. He would have loved to carass the writhing rod more if it weren't for Beat's clenching anus forcing him over the edge.

The older mustelid's face contorted into a strained grimace as he dumped his nuts into his sibling's rectum, coating his innards in his virile fluids. The force and load of the orgasm was so intense that his semen backwashed out of Beat's tailhole and down his taint and balls. The sensation of being filled with that milky substance left Beat with his mouth agape and back arced, the true appearance of a needy buttslut. They rode out their lengthy mutual orgasms before succumbing to the bliss of their afterglows.

Stephen pulled out of his brother, uncorking his anus and allowing the rest of his cum to run out of his gaping hole. He noticed his jizz-covered hand and curiously examined the liquid streamers between his fingers before wiping it off on the already-soiled sheets. He flopped onto the bed next to Beat who had already collapsed from exhaustion.

They embraced each other in a messy hug and shared a few kisses, these less lewd and more properly familial than the ones that started the taboo encounter. Stephen ran his hands along Beat's slender form and inhaled his boyish scent, admiring the twink's perfect body. Knowing full well his brother was off-limits for a proper relationship, he started yearning for someone like him. After their last smooch, Stephen smirked and asked his baby brother, "So where's that gay club you're always going to again?"