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"The Northern woods were always a lot of fun" Kip mused, hands gripped around a steering wheel, large evergreen trees flying past as he drove. On the road, the light orange fox saw mostly logging trucks and pickups, along with the occasional ATVer crossing the road. Up here, the radio played only all the old rock classics and talk shows, the building all looked about 10 years behind the times, and towns were sparse, just the way he liked it. There was something special about all of it, really drives home the feeling of "getting away from it all". Especially during late summer, when most of the families up here leave because their kids have to go back to school and the lake could be empty of boats all day.

He drove with his windows down, the occasional bug was well worth the fresh, sweet air of the deep woods. His destination was the family cabin by a lake, usually he was up here once a summer but this time was special; it was just going to be him, his brother, and his dad up here. Hadn't had a time like that since they were teenagers, no mom, no sisters, just the guys of the family, cracking jokes and enjoying time out on the boat. Kip's trunk was full of fishing gear, Dad and Nate were bringing the camping stuff.

Finally, after hours of driving, the town of "Wallaway" came into view and he turned off the road, and onto the town road that felt like it gets paved once a decade. It had 500 full-time inhabitants, a single gas station/grocery store, a diner who's winter menu consisted of a single page, and an older gay couple that sells their painting in town during the summer and online during the offseason. Home, sweet, summer home.

Kip followed the main road down, driving alongside the small local lake: Lake Wallaway. It was U shaped, with the family cabin being on the other side, and it was nice to see when he stared out into the water, that not a single boat was out there. Awesome, they had the run of the lake.

After a bit, he turned from a poorly paved road onto a gravel road. The trees nearly connected at the tops and cast light shadows, with intermittent bits of light. The familiar sight of "Camp Vulps" came into view and he couldn't contain his grin. He pulled into the driveway and took in the view. It was a bigger than usual cabin: a small "living room" in the basement, kitchen and three bedrooms on the ground floor. Not 30 feet away from the house was a sauna, and on the patch of poured concrete which acted as a "patio" he Kip saw his dad grilling something.

The younger fox beeped his horn as he pulled in, eliciting a quick turn around and a wave from his father. Pulling up next to the blue pickup, Kip looked towards the lake, seeing his brother checking something out on the fishing boat tied to the small pier they had up here.

Stepping out of the car he took a deep breath, this was going to be a fun week. The smell of cooking meat was in the air, birds chirping all around, and the entire time no one else was around: it was perfect.

Kip walked over to the patio.

"Hey!" His dad called out, "Come on take a seat, grab a beer, how was your trip?"

The older fox gestured to the cooler sitting on top of the patio table he had set up. He was getting up there in years and Kip had to admit: he still had it, a bit of grey around his muzzle but he kept his body in shape and his fur well kept. Beside him, a Bluetooth radio played a song by Yellow Floyd, no doubt the rest of their albums were queued up and ready to go.

The younger fox walked over and sat down on the chairs that were already set up, "Not too bad, a bit of a drive but you know how that goes."

Opening the cooler Kip rolled his eyes and cracked open a can, "Really dad? DBR?"

"Hey! Don't disrespect a classic!" The older fox shot back, turning a bratwurst on the grill, the meat sizzling on the griddles.

Kip gave a short laugh, "Classic in the sense it should be 20 years dead by now maybe." He took a deep drink regardless, it was pretty good, the taste had grown on him since stealing a can or two as a teenager. Lowering the can, he saw his brother walking towards the two, he was older than Kip by two years and was more of an indoors type, usually reading or watching something. He was finishing up his masters in something chemical, Kip always forgot.

"Glad to see you made it without hitting any feral deer!" he called out, grabbing a beer from the cooler as well and sitting next to his brother.

"They're really only out like that at night, you're the science-y type I figured you'd know that one!"

While cracking open his own can, Nate responded, "I majored in Biochem, not behavioral! My finals were all about DNA; NOT nocturnal activity behavior of some random Cervidae species!"

"Whatever man," Kip teasingly said, taking another long drink from his can, he sat back and just took in the scene. The sun was beginning to set, and poking out from the trees was that red sky, during the summer it never got that dark at night, but it was always gorgeous. It lasted maybe a minute more before his dad put the brats on a plate, "All right! Dinner time, hope you boys are ready to eat, got enough for 2 each!"

"Hell yeah, dad!" Kip said, finishing what was left in his can and grabbing another one. Dad set the plate onto the patio table and headed inside, emerging moments later with buns, chips, and of course fancy mustard for the brats.

As the three Vulps ate they shared stories, caught up, dad was now in charge of his whole department, Nate was finishing up with his studies, a few headhunters had contacted him already, and as for Kip, well his work was keeping him busy but well off. Jokes were made, a can of beer was spilled, and the cooler was emptied of all its contents.

Soon enough the patio was cleared and the foxes kept talking, their voices carrying across the calm placid lake that was in front of them.

Night fell, and the trio headed inside, carrying all their dishes and stuff inside. Kip sat down on the couch, a bit buzzed from all the empty cans he made and with a bit of a slur in his voice he asked, "So! What do you have planned for tomorrow Dad? Fishing? Camping? Hiking? What?"

"Ahh, calm your horses there, I got stuffed planned but remember, when up here, the main goal is to relax and have fun, but don't worry, we're gonna do plenty of both of those things."

The grey-muzzled fox down his last can of the night, "Anyways, I'm off to bed, you two better do the same soon enough, gotta get up early tomorrow morning you hear me?"

"Sure thing Dad!" Piped up Nate, who sat down on the couch next to his brother, "I'll make sure this one gets to bed!"

With that, Nate gave his brother a friendly push on the shoulder, just like he did when they were kids and he was in charge.

"All right, 'night you two."

And with that the older fox left, his tail disappearing around the corner.

Nate sank into the chair, sighing loudly, "Man is it good to be back here."

"Oh yeah," Kip said, shaking his almost empty can, "Lots of good memories here."

His brother laughed, "You can say that again! Remember that one summer Kelsey dropped all our phones into the lake?"

The two laughed, "Yeah, the only one didn't get fried, mom was pretty ticked the whole time I think."

Kip walked up to the fridge and pulled the last two cold cans out of the fridge, sticking a new box in for tomorrow, "OR what about the time we smuggled fireworks onto the lake and lit bottle rockets on the boat?"

Catching a tossed can Nate opened it up and took a deep drink, "OR or what about that time I convinced Ol' Hestertain to sell me a copy of "Tails"?"

Kip paused and blushed for just a quick moment at that one. Tails was a bi-nude mag, and he absolutely remembered that one. His brother teaching him how to masturbate for the first time, his very first intentional orgasm, panting along with his brother as both of their seed hit the pages; how could he have possibly forgotten?

"Oh yeah...I uh...do remember that."

Kip took a drink of the beer.

"Ahhh, good times," Nate mused, the air was filled with tension, "We made some great memories here."

The tension only rose, neither one really knowing what to say. After a couple of seconds, Kip set down his beer and spoke up, "Well I don't know about you but I'm heading to bed, sounds like dad has something special for us tomorrow."

"Yeah man, sure," Nate responded, drinking from his can now. Kip turned to leave, heading to the left of the two bedrooms when Nate spoke up again, "Hey! Where do you think you're goin'?"

The younger of the two paused and turned around for a second, "To...bed?" he said, unsure of where this was going.

"Yeah, sure, but you're heading for the girl's room, come on, be like old times, you in me in the same room."

Scratching the back of his head, "I dunno man..."

"I'll let you have the top bunk."

And just like that, Kip knew where he was sleeping tonight, his older brother ALWAYS took the top bunk, "Well all right, but only because you insist!"

Kip walked into the room and took off his shirt, preferring to sleep in his undies. Now just in his blue briefs, the air around him wasn't so hot, he almost wished he could be like this all the time, then shook the thought out of his head. He threw his clothes to the corner of the room and climbed up to the top, just in time to hear the door open and Nate come in. He let out a small whistle and said, "Looking good there."

"Oh shut up," he shot back, climbing into his bed and laying down and throwing a sheet over himself. Closing his eyes he heard his brother stripping down as well, before climbing into bed and shutting off the light.

Kip began to close his eyes, drifting off to sleep, the warm air making his eyelids heavier and heavier, but all of a sudden, the bed started to shake just a little rhythmically. Listening he could hear the unmistakable sound of his brother pawing off below him.

A small grunt escaped the lips of the fox laying below him and there was no more doubt, his brother was masturbating. Kip's heart began to race, memories rising to the surface of all the naughty things they did together as teenagers. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Hey! What are you doing down there?" Kip finally settled on, in a demanding whisper.

"What?" came the reply, also in a whisper, "I'm just having a bit of fun down here, thinking about some good times."

Kip blushed a bit, "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, you should know, you were there for all of them." Nate playfully added, and with that, the bed shook a little faster.

Kip was a bit speechless now, totally unsure what to say, he took a few seconds before saying, "Well you should stop it! Dad might hear, these walls aren't that thick you know!"

Almost immediately Nate shot back, "That didn't stop you at all back then."

Kip's length stirred at that, those memories rising up and filling his head. The nights of exploration with his brother, trying to keep their moans as soft as possible, all the times a load was left in his mouth or ass. Not that Nate didn't ever take the bottom role, it's just he much preferred to be on top. Kip must have been a bit quiet for awhile because Nate spoke up again.

"Wanna know what I'm thinkin' about?"

Kip's length stiffened fully, and the fabric of his briefs teased his sensitive length. He had to admit, the room was becoming warmer by the second.

"W-what?" He asked, clasping his paws together, trying to prevent his paws from wandering too far down south.

"That first time you sucked me off, the night that we got that "Tails" magazine."

Kip let loose a small whimper, gripping his hands tighter, Nate must have heard it because he laughed a little.

"You gagged so many times, desperate to get my full length down there like the girls in the mag. We managed to get it done by the end of the summer though."

By this point, Kit's length was throbbing and leaking a little, he took a shaky breath and repeated to himself, "I'm not gonna be a bad boy, I'm not gonna be a bad boy, I'm not gonna be a bad boy"

The bed stopped shaking and Kit hoped that Nate had finished, but then a whispered voice called out, "Hey, you wanna come down here and help me finish this off?"

And just like that, Kit tore the sheets off from his body and quickly clambered down and slipped into the same bed as his brother. Pressing his clothed erection onto his older brother's leg.

"Mpf, now that's a good boy," Nate lifted the sheet up, revealing he was wearing nothing at all. It was hard to see, but Kip was very familiar with the 7 inches of bobbing flesh that his hand had already found, slowly rubbing it up and down, the knotted base forming.

"Aw, come on, you know what big brother wants," Nate gripped the back of his head and pushed him down, with very little effort, as Kip was all too eager in his lust-drunk state to start sucking on that wonderfully familiar pole of pleasure.

Opening his muzzle and pushing his head forward Kit filled his throat with that musky cock in no time flat. He murred appreciatively, while his brother gasped just a bit. Kit came back up, and bobbed his head down once more; the two brothers, now lovers again, fell quickly into old rhythms. Nate always knew how to push his brother's face down just hard enough to hit the back of his throat without gagging him. Kit gripped his leg as he always did when he was trying to not gag.

"He's such a good boy," thought Nate as he pulled his brother's head in close to his groin. A wet spot hit his pelvis as Kit bottomed out entirely. The bed shook a bit again, and Nate could feel his brother's paw working furiously on his own length. Nate grinned to himself and rolled his hips forward, getting closer and closer.

"Heh," Nate let out a small laugh, "Parents were always confused on why cleaned our own bedsheets."

Panting, and feeling his orgasm fast approaching, the older fox began to moan, as quietly as he could, and really start working his brother's throat. Kit, also feeling his own building climax, took the cock, knowing that his hard work would soon pay off.

It didn't take long, Nate's hand suddenly pressed hard against the back of his head, which set off his own orgasm. He came on his older brother's leg, seed spitting onto the bare fur and bedsheet while his tongue felt throb after throb of hot cum poured down his throat. Nate collapsed onto his back and panted while Kit swallowed what was left and licked the sensitive tip, trying to get all the delicious cum he could get.

Kit moved up and snuggled with his brother, appreciatively nuzzling his face onto the older fox's chest, letting out a small loving whimper.

Nate just pet his head and let out a small exhausted laugh, "Man, this week IS going to be incredible."