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I'm going to start putting thoughts and general mumbling at the bottom of my stories, so it doesn't clutter the top. Besides, anyone that doesn't make it to the end isn't going to care what I have to say anyways.

*So sorry for taking so long! * Hope you all enjoy this.

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"Thank you for your service."

Those were the first words that my father said to me face to face, and I wasn't sure what to make of them. I just sat there and stared across the dinner table at him, my elbows resting on the old, scuffed wood. He was beaming, his calloused fingers curled up around a fork that looked slender and small in his heavy hand. Once he'd been a very strong man, but time had sapped some of that strength, and a steady diet of domestic beer had thickened him up in the middle. The factory air seemed to always come home with him, a mix of dusty grit and the sweet but acrid smell of grease that reminded me of tankers and motor pool personnel.

I just sat there and let the words bounce around in my head. The day wasn't getting any less confusing.

A few hours before I'd stepped off a bus, home from the army, honorably discharged- and not long after that, I'd gone from being sure my brother was still pissed that I'd left to... well. Making out with him. We'd made a mess out of each other in a parking lot, rolling around the inside of his car, and nearly gotten ourselves busted by a cop. To top it all off, we'd had to race home ahead of our mother and squeeze into a shower together.

We were packed nut to butt in the stall, both of us still feeling all charged up. I'd helped him by washing his back, cleaning away all the cum, wringing it from his fur. I'd felt him shivering as I did, and without thinking, the movements of my paws had become sensuous. Grasping. Needy.

Then the hot water ran dry and things got colder than a copperhead's heart. We'd jumped out, blue-balled in more ways than one, and we'd barely had time to pull on our clothes before mom erupted through the front door and stormed into our bedroom. Fresh off her shift at the Awful House, she smelled of syrup and butter and waffles, hugging me with bearish strength and crooning sweetness while my brother sat on the top bunk and tried not to laugh.

I'd put on my ACUs, cammies, at her insistence, for my father's benefit. For the second time that day, I found myself in government issue clothes, from cover to combats. The only thing that was missing were the dogtags that I'd given to my brother.

I sighed inwardly. _Thank you for your service. _What did you even say to that? I pushed a little food around my plate, some casserole with carrots, pasta, peas and chicken, conscious of the eyes of my parents, the sideways glances from my brother.

"You're welcome," I kind of mumbled.

As far as uniforms went, my ACUs were unremarkable. I had no real badges or flash, nothing that would make me stand out. I was a Specialist, an E-4. People hear the title and think it means something, but all it really means is that you didn't fuck up. My formal wear looked a little more impressive, with the ribbons and shit. Then again, any chest candy looked good to someone who that didn't know what it meant. Anyone that could actually read it would make me as a POG from a mile away. Combat arms, I wasn't.

"First night back," my father said. "You an me, we should go out. Get you some beers up at the lodge. Shit, I'll have to introduce you to all the guys all over again, nobody'll recognize you, boy."

My lips twitched, but I managed to keep the grimace off my face by stuffing it with casserole. In small towns like mine, actual bars could be pretty sparse; but there was always a lodge, a members only bar usually named after some kind of animal. They were tight, dark places where old men and women went to smoke, gossip, and pickle themselves while their kids played old arcade games and fucked up the pool tables.

Over the years, I'd spent enough time in one that I could beat Pac-Man on autopilot.

It wasn't really a place for someone that was over eighteen, but under forty, and I knew some of the men there had actually been to war. Wearing the uniform for dad was one thing, wearing it for an audience was another.

"I'm actually kind of tired," I said, rolling my shoulders. I glanced at my brother and caught him looking at me, but he quickly turned away. "I still have to unpack, and I'm used to getting up early, so I thought I'd-"

"Just one drink, come on," my father said, slapping his palm on the table. "Besides," he said, grinning, leaning over the table with one paw raised to to the side of his muzzle, his voice creeping down to a conspiratorial stage whisper. "Any man fresh out only wants one thing, and you ain't getting laid here."

My brother choked on his dinner.

"Harold," mom said, cuffing dad's ear. "He just got home and you're already trying to drag him back out again!"

"But-"

"Leave the boy alone. He'll go out when he's ready."

Dad grunted, broad shoulders sagging, and went back to piling noodles into his mouth.

_Thanks mom. _I made a mental note to get her something nice and tacky, maybe a new painted plate to stick on the wall.

The four of us fell into silence for a short while, just eating. Dad stewed, mom doled out seconds and buttered hot biscuits from a wicker basket for the rest of us. Donnie- Donnie kept catching the corner of my eye, peering at me through his unruly blonde curls. I got the impression he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. Thinking on it, I was kind of grateful mom came home when she did. If she hadn't, the two of us might have rushed headlong into something before either of us were ready. I loved my brother, and as much as I might have wanted to... _love _my brother, I didn't want to fuck up what we had.

Whatever that was.

We were all talking again before long, the kind of conversation you could stumble through on reflex; complaining about the idiots you worked with and the ones you didn't, about whatever the city was wasting money on instead of fixing the roads. It was almost like I'd never left, except neither of them were asking about school anymore. That part of our lives was over and done.

There were unanswered questions that I knew my parents wanted to ask, like how long I was planning on staying, or what I was going to do for work, but none of them came up. I could only guess that they'd decided to leave certain topics well enough alone until after I'd settled, and for that, I was grateful. The truth was that I didn't really have an answer for what was going on in my life, and the more I thought on that, the more it unsettled me.

I excused myself sometime after dinner, but before dessert. Mom tried to coax me into staying, but not even the promise of carrot cobbler could keep me at the table. I gave her my thanks ( and a kiss on the cheek ), shook my father's paw, then slipped into my bedroom for a little alone time.

I'd expected that Donnie would come in not long after, but he didn't, and as the minutes went on, I dug my earbuds out of my duffel and climbed up into the top bunk. When we were younger, this one had been mine, but now it belonged to my little brother. His scent saturated the sheets, and as I laid there, zoning out to some classic rock, I reflected on the day. On him.

Did I regret what we'd done? Not... really. But... thinking about it made my heart beat funny, like after you fucked up bad and were left waiting, wondering when someone was going to find the evidence, and all you could do was sit there sweating bullets.

Would I do it again?

A spark that shot down through my gut at the thought, a hot rush of guilt and lust all mixed together like a cheap cocktail, and just as likely to get me in trouble. I turned my head so that my nose was closer to the bed, closer to his scent. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to the car, to the first kiss we'd shared. There'd been no time to feel shame or hesitance, or think things over- there'd just been his soft, hot lips on my mouth, and then-

I shifted, now conscious of the hard lump forming in the middle of my brand new briefs, the fabric taut and stretchy against my growing skin. God, the memory was still so fresh in my mind that if I focused, it was almost like I was there all over again. My paw strayed from the bed and went between my thighs, _adjusting _I told myself, but doing more than that. Fingers shifted, squeezed; where they touched, tingling tracers followed.

My cammies were well worn and loose enough that my cock had room to grow full and fat, jutting down against my fly. I kicked myself for not changing before I laid down and sat up with a frustrated growl, jumping off the bed. What was fuck was wrong with me? I hadn't felt this riled up since I was a teenager. I couldn't go five minutes without my hand going down my pants, without thinking of getting my hands on my brother again. He wasn't even in the fucking room and he was all I could think about.

I paced, all full of nervous energy that had nowhere to go. If this was how things were going to be, then maybe it would be for the best if I got out on my own a little sooner than I was intending. If I didn't... just how long could the two of us keep our hands off each other? How long would it be before we were caught, and what would happen to us when we were?

Those last two thoughts put a damper on things, but I was still running hot when Donnie came in ten minutes later, a plate of cobbler in his hand. The door closed behind him with a soft click, bringing my eyes up. He hesitated, then walked over and sat beside me on the bottom bunk. When our legs brushed one another, both of us shivered, both of us felt the other quake. I blushed, fire running up the lengths of my ears; somehow, without even looking, I knew he was blushing, too.

"Mom wanted me to bring you dessert," he said.

I thought about saying I wasn't hungry, but the smell of carrots, cinnamon and sugar was too good to turn away. The army fed you all the calories you could eat, but they must have got their food from the same place prisons got their's- and don't even get me started on MREs. All the Tabasco in the world couldn't make those things taste like actual food. After all the crap I'd ate, real home cooking was hard to say no to.

"Thanks," I said, taking the plate from him without meeting his eyes. Try as I might to focus on the food, my thoughts always returned to him. It felt like a million pin pricks of energy went running up my leg every time he moved, his jeans rustling against my fatigues, his scent on every breath.

"Who're they?" I asked, jerking my head at an unfamiliar poster on the wall. Neon green letters spelled out BPM in precise, computerized font, big and bold against a black backdrop. I might not have even guessed it was a band, if the M wasn't a digitized music note.

Donnie looked up, then laughed, his voice a little strained. "Oh, they're just an electronic-kinda band a friend from school got me into."

My lips twitched. Back when I was in high school, I had two kinds of guy friends; the kind I hung out with, and the kind I fucked. Given that I was a rabbit, there was a lot of overlap. I didn't go around in daisy dukes and rainbow underwear, but I didn't hide who I was, either. When I hooked up with one friend, the rest would figure it out- and as it turns out, an awful lotta tough-talking boys get real queer real fast when they know you're willing to suck their dick.

"What's his name?" I asked, a smirk in my words if not on my face. The color in Donnie's ears grew redder, darker, and I knew my instincts were right. His lips opened as if he was getting ready to say something, but he wasn't sure what. Before he could cough out his denial, I swirled my finger in the golden goo on my plate and stuck it right in his mouth.

He hadn't been paying attention and I'd caught him off-guard. His face flickered between surprise and indignation, then settled somewhere between the two as he began to nurse the sweetness from my finger. The stuff was practically thick as molasses, and his lips weren't enough- he had to pull my finger in deeper, scrubbing it clean with powerful strokes of his tongue, looking me in the eyes as the tip rolled up my claw.

And just like that, I was hard as the porcelain held in my other paw.

I tried ( kind of ) to pull my hand free, but he raised his and caught mine by the wrist, overpowering me with persistence and the pulsing pull of his mouth. My baby brother held my arm and my gaze, staring me down with big, doe-like eyes bracketed by blonde bangs as he inched up the length of my finger, lips spreading to accept each joint, then shrinking, swallowing it up, his silky tongue riding it all the way down. When he reached the bottom, the very bottom, he worked his head from side to side, then raised his chin, hitting me with a fox-faced smirk that curled the corners of his eyes and his pretty mouth.

I'd meant to ask what us being together had meant to him, if it had been just a one time thing, a fling that would go no further than it already had...

And he'd already answered that question before I'd even gotten the balls to ask.

"Your uniform is hot," he said, popping his lips off my finger.

Fear and exhilaration ran neck and neck through my gut, inseparably, wonderfully terrible, giving me that floaty feeling like you got just before you dropped down a big hill on a coaster.

"Not so loud," I half-hissed back at him, my breath all raspy and hot. We both looked over his shoulder at the door as canned laughter filtered in from the living room. The TV was on, but it was a small house and our parents had big ears. Twenty steps, maybe less, and they'd be right at our door. If either of us made the wrong kind of sound, if we were just a tiny bit too loud...

Stopping was the smart thing to do, but we were two young rabbits with sex on the brain.

Smart never figured into it.

I moved first, grabbing my little brother by the shoulders. I bore him down to the bed and pinned him to the comforter with my legs, my stomach, my erection riding up between his thighs. There was no shame anywhere in my mind as I took his mouth; God, it was still tart and sweet with cinnamon, and we both moaned in satisfaction and in desire as our tongues crashed together.

He got his hands up between us and braced them on my chest, fingers digging at the steely, flat expanse of muscles there. The olive drab undershirt I wore was thin and I felt the warmth of his fingers through it, the way they shook with excitement like some born-again country boot who'd just walked into his first strip joint.

There was barely enough room for the both of us- a twin-sized mattress just wasn't enough room for two big bucks to fuck on, but it made everything so much more intimate. We were crammed in like spam in a can and every time one of us moved just a tiny bit, the other felt it, reacted. When my hips moved, the motion carried through into his, made my baby brother buck and grind his cock against my stomach, made him arch, shoulders rolling back, arms flexing as if he were trying to push me off- then I'd slump back and so would he, and it would start all over again.

"W-Wait," he gasped, and I ignored him, grabbing his ear and jerking it and his head to the side. His neck exposed, I lunged in and carved my big bunny teeth through the valley between his jaw and Adam's apple. Now it was his turn to hiss, his paws fisting handfuls of my shirt and the fur beneath. I bit him again and was rewarded with a hushed, hot moan that blew past across my ear.

"Wait," Donnie whispered again, a lot quieter than the first time. "We shouldn't be doing this-"

Baby brother's words stopped me dead. I reluctantly pried my muzzle off his neck and looked at him, confused, and maybe a little hurt. His were ears bright red, eyes big, the downward cant of his head and the hair hanging in front of his eyes giving him a shy, sexy look.

He flashed me an apologetic smile and then hurried to add, in a meek tone, "With the lights on."

I grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him across the face with it, rising with a frustrated groan. As soon as I stood up my cock stabbed against my fly, aching to be let loose, to be touched by the rabbit I left laying sprawled on the bunk behind me.

The lights went out, and my blouse came off, thrown to the floor by my duffel. My boots were next, and then I was walking back to the bed, one paw busy with my fly. Donnie had gotten his jeans off by the time I got back to him, and he laid there, propped up on his elbows, his cock stretching out the front of his briefs, swallowing me up with his eyes.

"You're hot in your uniform," he said. Even in the darkness it was easy to see the way his slim chest heaved up and down with each swift, shallow breath.

"You already said that," I told him as my fatigues fell open around my thighs. I grabbed myself through my underwear and squeezed, forcing flesh to bulge against thin, white tight cotton. He shivered and stared, tonguing his lips.

"I ain't gonna stop saying it," he huffed at me. I grinned and reached for the blanket on the top bed, tugging it lengthwise until it hung off the end, putting a curtain between the bottom bunk and the door, just in case. It reminded me of the blanket forts we used to make, a long time ago.

When I got closer to the edge of the bed he drew up as if to meet me, and I shoved him back into the corner onto a small pile of pillows. He started trying to get up again, but I knelt on the bed, my paw on his stomach, and forced him down. In a contest of strength there way no way he could win, but he wasn't exactly fighting so much as he was confused.

"Stop- what are you-"

Donnie froze as I put my paws on his thighs and forced them apart, his large, socked feet skirting my ribs as I slid down on my knees and elbows, nosing up the hem of his shirt to kiss his navel. My tongue didn't move so much as melt across his fur, his skin, flowing hot and slow as chocolate syrup spreading out across a sundae. When I looked up at him again, his eyes were half-closed and drunk with lust, his lips parted and puffy, his ears cocked at mismatched angles.

My little brother now knew exactly what I was about to do.

With my forearms laid across his thighs and my hands cupping his hips, I bowed my head into the valley between his thighs and drew in a big breath; he'd showered recently, so his fur smelled wet and clean and indistinctly sweet in the way cheap shampoos always do, but there was also the sour-musk scent of a hard man getting harder.

First, my breath spilled across that plump bunny package still tucked away in his underwear, then my muzzle moved in. I gave him just the barest tug of my lips, teasing, tasting him through cloth, and felt his cock pulse in immediate response followed by a short jerk which shot up through his hips and stomach. His moan was a low and creaky thing, like an old board taking weight. As much I loved to watch him squirm, this wasn't just to mess with him. I wanted him ready before I put skin to skin.

"You think you can keep quiet, lil' bro?" I asked, resting the tip of my nose on the head of his cock. Mm, the smell of him- I was playing it cool, but I couldn't wait to have his meat between my cheeks..

It took him a few tries to stutter out something that was almost a "yes", nodding emphatically, his bright eyes big as the cobbler-smeared saucer I'd left on the dresser.

He didn't have to tell me twice.

I caught the elastic waist of his briefs with both thumbs and peeled them back nice and easy, baring satiny black fur to my eyes. His distinctly male aroma grew much more intense as his cock slipped the fabric and came up just in front of my muzzle, straight as a fence post. I didn't bother with taking his briefs down any further- we might need to get dressed in a hurry, but more than that, I just couldn't wait for my first taboo taste.

A hand came up and cupped one of my ears, thumb stroking down the center. He must have been just as nervous as I was, only he wasn't as good at hiding it, the movements of his fingers all jittery. Doing this here, now, was probably the dumbest fucking thing I'd done in my whole life. Our bedroom door didn't have a lock on it, our parents were only a room away, but I- I couldn't, I wouldn't stop. Everything seemed so far away, so unimportant compared to the beautiful black body laid out beneath my own.

My lips came apart just enough to slide him through, suction pulling them straight down my little brother's cock head. They snapped together around the bottom edge, fixed tight around where it met the shaft- a sweet spot for me, one I worked from above and below with lips and tongue, staring right up at him the whole time. Lust twisted his face and made it come alive with the sinful, silent energy powering through him, his lips twitching, hurrying to swallow his moans.

He drew in a sharp breath that whistled through his teeth and hunched over me, his fingers clenching my ear like the ripcord on a parachute. From how fast his legs came up, you'd think I'd stuck a finger in his ass. I gave him a warning squeeze around the hips and urged him to lay back again, to try and relax, and he obeyed, his legs falling open. Try as he might, he couldn't contain himself, and honeyed little noises ran out through the cracks, mercifully quiet and tender.

His cock was perfect, not so big that taking it in my mouth or ass just once would leave my muscles screaming, but just wide enough to stretch either hole, and long enough to be- entertaining. Too many men wanted only to fuck or be fucked, but I was willing to bet Donnie would mount up in an instant if I gave him the chance, and that he'd be just as eager to lift his tail for me. Oh fuck, just the thought of taking my little brother in his own bed, no, our bed, was enough to make my cock flex and spit.

Which of us would be the first to fuck the other, I wondered. When, where, how-

Maybe we'd wrestle for it.

I took a paw off his hip and grabbed baby brother by the dick, letting the drool trickle from my mouth and run down into my palm. He was plenty slick when I started pumping, focusing more on the top half than the bottom, working those first few inches which I hadn't yet crammed into my grasping mouth. That would change, and soon, but for so many reasons, I had try to take it slow.

"Fuck, Daron," he said, his voice smoky and raw. He groaned as I popped my lips off him, then again as I brought my fingers up and crushed them around the throbbing, red tip. There was a gap between the heel of my hand and my grabbing fingers, and through it, I swept his shaft with my tongue.

Things were already getting... dirty. The dripping white from his cock got all mixed up with my spit, watery enough that it got all over, thick enough that it clung to whatever it touched in a thin, translucent layer. I thought back to the car and the mess we'd made, the clothes we'd had to tie up in a plastic bag and hide in a musty corner of the basement. We couldn't have a repeat of that- not yet. Too much evidence.

"You better warn me when you're getting ready to come," I whispered.

"Talk less," he huffed back. He took himself in hand and, using his hold on my ear, put his dick to my lips and coaxed my muzzle forward, stuffing himself right back in. I feigned a scowl, but sucked all the same, eager to have that tangy taste on my tongue. Again he jumped, his abs going rigid; his paw went slack on my ear as if he were dazed by the dizzying sensations, but rather then back off, I kept moving forward, creeping lower, angling my chin up to take him my throat for the first time.

His cock came alive, rippling, bulging, and fired a shot straight down my throat, forcing me to swallow- and as the torrid tug of those muscles ran up the length of him, his body bowed in as if someone had broke a bat across his stomach, the bed shuddering, springs squealing. We both stopped dead, exchanging a look, waiting, listening. The noise of the TV and indistinct chatter went uninterrupted, and after a few heart-pounding moments of holding our breath, we continued, more mindful of our movements.

The paw on my ear became a fist and urged me into the press of his hips, reminding me in an instant that my little brother wasn't so little anymore. He fed me inches, filling my throat with slow, deliberate pressure, then allowing me to back off when I needed to, giving me time to adjust to his girth. Back and fourth we went, my eyes tearing up a little, my lips stretched thin around his swollen flesh. Our eyes never left our faces; we were caught in the gravity of each other's gaze.

I grabbed his bunny bubble butt with two paws and squeezed tight, both to feel it squashed in my palms and to steady, to control his hips still as I brought my mouth down the very last bit. I felt a hot flash of carnal pride as I watched my baby brother's eyes widen at the sight, then narrow, his ears splaying out, his head lifting, a mute moan on his lips. The only thing that could make it better is if we had more room to play, if he could talk, tell me every filthy thing he was thinking, to groan and scream without worrying who might hear us.

Did he have any idea what this was doing to me, how having the trembling weight of him on my tongue made me feel? I loved to suck cock, the way a man's meat jumped and writhed between my lips as if struggling to get free, the sour molasses that filled my mouth and oozed down my throat, the way I could feel a man edging closer in the grip of his fingers and the flex of his thighs against my forearms; baby brother was close, and the need for his hot cum burned me up inside, the only thing I could think of.

Reluctantly, I raised my head, drawing away from him until only the tip remained in my lips. Wet warmth came dribbling past my bottom lip and down my chin, a molten rivulet streaming down my black fur. His eyes followed it. A shiver shook him, his cock surging, spurting, making me swallow fast to keep from making a bigger mess than we already had. My throat now loosened, I bobbed my head to an easy beat, taking his meat deep in slow, smooth strokes that were punctuated by low, steamy moan every time my bottom lip kissed the briefs bunched up around his balls.

Both paws gripped tight around my ears, holding me close, allowing me less and less travel, keeping me right where he wanted me. The old bunk creaked and sighed with our shifting weight, our squirming bodies. Baby brother's ass flexed in my paws every time he sank into my throat, and I imagined it doing the same as I fucked him, picturing his little tail twitching as my cock disappeared beneath it. Soon I promised myself, soon I'd have him, soon there'd be no going back for either of us- if there ever was. From the moment our lips first touched, I knew I wanted more. it was only a matter of how much he was gonna give.

Right now, it seemed the answer was everything he had.

His lips snarled open with a nearly breathless cry. It was as if trying to keep quiet was tearing him apart, driving him insane; everything from the flashing intensity in his eyes to the trembling quiver in his sinewy neck screamed out his need for release. His bucking hips threatened to shoot out from my clutching hands and I was forced to bear down on him, shoving him back into the corner where our bed met the wall. Strong as I was, it still wasn't easy, his ecstasy lending him a mad strength. Paws pulled painfully at my ears, fingers scraping at my cropped scalp as he sought to bury my face in his fidgeting, flexing thighs. I obliged, but far less quickly than he'd have liked, hunching as I plunged in and pushed my sucking lips way down low.

He jerked, shocked and startled- then wet heat came pouring down my throat, and it was my turn to be surprised. Baby brother had a big load, and experienced as I was, I still struggled to swallow it all, the syrupy salt stinging flesh made raw by his driving cock. I just shut my eyes and rode it out, basking in the clean, sweet smell of freshly washed fur blended with the pure and wonderfully, undeniably masculine scent of a young, horny buck. I felt like a fat cat with a belly full of warm cream by the time he tapered off, his paws now slack and shaking. I slipped them and fell into the space between my brother's thighs, breathless and content.

"They teach you that in the army?" he asked, his voice all huffy. He scratched at the base of my ear and I leaned into it, nuzzling at his softening prick.

"Nah," I said, smirking up at him. "That's more of a navy thing, but you'd be surprised how many guys will be your bedtime battle-buddy when they're all horned up or drunk enough."

"Battle-buddy?" he asked with a short chuckle, his tone incredulous.

"Tell you later," I said. I brought myself up on my elbows and crawled over him, our chests coming together- as soon as I was within reach, we paused long enough to share a short kiss, tongues meeting in the small space between our mouths. We came apart too soon after, a pleased, resonant sound rumbling up my throat.

If my brother had tasted traces of himself still lingering in the corners of my mouth, if it bothered him, it didn't show on his face. He had the hazy look of an old hound half-roused from a nap in the summer sun, eyes lidded, but radiant with satisfaction. I took him again, kissing deeply, cupping the side of his head and dipping it back, knowing now that I'd never forget the shy but eager way he took a man's tongue.

I got drunk on his lips, and somehow, as we writhed together, he got up on top of me, holding me to the bed with his strong legs. I wasn't in any position or mood for fighting, so I watched with lustful eyes and a dry mouth as he yanked my underwear down around my thighs with a sharp, short jerk. I gasped and grit my teeth as my cock came loose, the swollen length of it sagging proudly across my leg.

I kind of figured he'd be on me right away- but he wasn't. He just sat on his heels and dragged his eyes up and down my body, looming, leering, making me feel suddenly, strangely vulnerable. I wasn't sure what brought that on, I wasn't normally the type to get all bashful in bed, but I think it had to do with the way he looked at me, comparing and contrasting all the many but subtle differences in our bodies.

"Ain't sucked another rabbit's dick before," he murmured. He put a paw high on my leg and I stiffened, knees bending, hips lifting- fuck, he hadn't even gotten his hand near my dick and I was already straining to hold still, all too aware of every squeak and whine the mattress made.

"Have you sucked any dick before?"

He looked up, grinning, flashing his big front teeth. "'Fraid I'm gonna peel your carrot?" Claws combed up my thigh against the grain of my fur, the dull tips giving me goosebumps whenever, wherever they grazed the skin beneath. There had been plenty of times in my life where I'd fucked around with someone just as a purely physical thing, wham, bam, thank you sir- but this was not that; and both of us felt it. There was something invisible and powerful sparking between us that made the air buzz and my ears ring.

"'Fraid I'll choke you?" I shot back.

Donnie was breathing hard now, his harsh, humid breaths beating out across my thighs, my crotch, a phantom touch that drove me wild. I was gritting my teeth, fighting the urge to fist his blonde curls and fill baby brother's mouth with everything I had. Hormones and instincts were burning through what little restraint and sense I had left, telling, screaming at me to rut, nut and fuck until I ran dry- if Donnie didn't give me his lips and soon, I-

Fingers touched me and my body came alive with a white hot searing flash that had me thrusting up into his paw even before his fingers finished circling around it, hips raised, shoulders back. Sucking in a shaky breath through my teeth, I looked down as baby brother bent my dick down to his muzzle, saw his burning eyes tick to it, then to mine, asking without speaking.

"Do it," I hissed.

His lips hit me like a freight train, a body blow that knocked the breath from my lungs and left me rapt and gasping, grasping for the back of his head with both hands, heels scrabbling at the sheets. Taking me as easily as he'd taken my finger minutes before, he cupped his lips around his teeth and leaned forward on his elbows, surrounding me in wonderful, agonizing pressure that dared me to blow my load then and there. If I had anything left in me I would have screamed, roared with lust; as it was, I could only huff in short, pained breaths, the pleasure his mouth both too much and not enough.

The elevation of my hips made things awkward for him, the angle too steep. In a move that took me off guard, baby brother grabbed me with a frustrated growl, the tendons and muscles of his shoulders and neck popping out as he forced me back down to the sheets. Teeth scraped, but only just, a flash of pain quickly forgotten as he slurped and swallowed, as messy as he was greedy, his ears twitching to the tune of my hushed exaltation.

It was nothing like what I was used to, hard-bodied men with short hair and no appreciation for taking things slow. They wanted release, not foreplay, and everything between them and that was an obstacle to be overcome or overwhelmed as quickly as possible. At best, it ended up feeling like a fucking contest.

With Donnie...

He wasn't gentle- that was the wrong word, too soft to describe the hungry, sucking pull of his mouth. But his eagerness was tempered with care and curiosity, lips exploring, finding places that made my body sweat and sing. He lingered whenever he sensed he'd hit a sweet spot, experimenting, touching, pumping, watching how I reacted to the touch of finger and tongue with blazing, attentive eyes.

I raised a fist and bit my white knuckle, smothering a low moan that boiled up from somewhere deep, my black, sweaty abs shimmering as the tension rocked my body. As much as I wanted to let go, I didn't want it to end, and I fought to hold back the building pressure of my peak, to last just one more minute, one more second, my fingers and toes brushing fur, air, cotton, each touch a fleeting sensation, a distraction from the blissful onslaught surging up and throughout my body.

Little brother was quick to figure me for the kind of guy that liked lots of hand action on my shaft, and he shifted to accommodate, rearing up between my thighs on his elbows, mouth moving to lock down around my mushroom. His tongue honed in on the hard, round edges of my glans, stroking, strumming, all while pummeling my cock with his double-stacked fists, his wild enthusiasm becoming almost frantic as he sensed me drawing nearer to the point of no return.

Hot tension built in leaps and bounds- it felt like I was sitting on a ticking bomb, or a gun ready to fire, and my brother's insistent tongue was tugging at the trigger. I hummed with energy that fought for release, urging me to yell, to scream, to go with that thrashing animal need, to let everything all come roaring out all at once.

Warning Donnie would have meant prying my teeth off my knuckle and I didn't dare, but as intent as he was on me, there was no missing the jolt that sprang through my body. I felt it, the exact moment I broke, a tingling rush which came in the moment I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Paws clutched at my cock, drawing the skin taut as they bore down on me, my brother's lips quivering in anticipation.

Boiling energy roared, and sweeping into me like a summer storm, a brief but turbulent violence that blotted out all else. I had one brief, beautiful moment of crystal clear clarity and hung in it, weightless, then detonated, liquid fire rolling down my shaft and filling Donnie's mouth. His cheeks bulged and his eyes flew open, then sagged half shut, his expression changing from one of surprise to that of lurid bliss as he gulped down big brother's load, the slurp and swallow of his mouth a sweet song.

When I came down, my hand was throbbing from where I'd bit into my knuckle. I might've broke skin, but it wasn't bleeding and the small pulse of pain was dwarfed a wonderful feeling like steam heat swirling around inside my chest. I let out a long, shaky groan, then sagged, my head going thunk against the cold plaster wall.

Donnie said something, but my mind was too full up for anything else to slip in. I blinked, then raised my head just enough to look at him. It felt like it took everything I had just to do that much, my muscles heavy and limp.

"What?"

He sighed, his breath a warm puff on my thigh, then smiled, holding my softening cock with both hands. "I was asking how I rate, but... I think the look on your face is answer enough."

I laughed, a low thing that didn't quite make it all the way out of my throat. "You were... pretty good," I admitted, combing my hand through his hair, golden curls that coiled around my fingers.

"Did you..." he hesitated, then looked up at me, raising himself on his elbows to push his head into my palm. "Did you want to do anything else, tonight?"

His words dripped down into me, drops of lighter fluid drizzled into grill where moments before there had only been only ash. They touched the embers sizzling underneath, threatening to reignite. He'd been coy about it, but I knew what he was offering, what he'd give if only I'd take it...

I wanted to. I wanted to push him back, roll him over, and see if he could take me from behind as well as he could with his lips, to slide up under his little black tail and fuck him until the dogtags around his neck were ringing like chimes, until we collapsed, panting, hoarse and raw into a puddle of cum and sweat.

I brushed the ball chain hanging from his neck with a single claw, then, shuddering, drew it away.

"I think we've pushed our luck about as far as we should," I said, turning my attention to the far wall. Fragments of conversation, from our parents and from the TV, echoed through the wall and filled up silence. Now that we weren't so focused on each other, it was hard to think of anything except how stupid we'd been. One little slip up, and they'd have heard what we were up to.

"Guess you're right," Donnie said, his tone that of someone who knew the right answer wasn't the one they'd wanted to hear. He made to get up and slide away, but I slipped my paw under his arm and hauled him up until he was laying atop me, half-naked and slick with sweat. He looked at me, puzzled, then churred as my arms came up around him and squeezed.

"I think we're good for a few more minutes," I whispered.

"Probably," he echoed quietly, nosing underneath my chin, kissing at my jaw. "For just.. a few minutes."

Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, as distant and unimportant as everything else outside of the rabbit in my arms. The minutes stretched on as we rubbed and stroked each other's bodies, passion having given way to something subtle yet strong, a magnetic pull which held us together.

My last thought was the dim realization that Donnie's body had gone limp with sleep, his young face nestled between my pecs, the picture of peace. Then I followed.