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Caliper unlocked the door and sighed when silence greeted him. No one home. House to himself for a precious few moments before his older brother got back from practice. The young buck slung his backpack on the couch and crossed the small living room to the bedroom he'd been sharing with his brother long as he could remember. The room had two twin sized beds on opposite walls with a window on the wall between them. It looked out on the rough hillside to the pulverized city streets below, the blinds falling apart and hanging half askew.

He unbuttoned his shirt, the svelte deer exposing his slim front to the room. His cream-colored fur was soft and inviting, and the sixteen year old knew how enticing a display it could be. His jeans hit the carpeted floor before he fell backwards on his bed. He sighed and reached down to grope his cock--

Only the hear the lock on the front door turn.

Caliper leapt up with a frustrated growl, shutting the door as the front door opened.

He heard his loud, elder brother clop inside onto the tile. His hooves an enunciated swagger as he called into the house, "Yo Cal, you home?" His brother, June, had a voice rich in texture like the many shades of amber. He used to do choir, but now his focus was completely on sports. Cross-country in the fall, soccer in the spring.

Caliper reached for his pants--thought better of it, and said to the door, "Yeah, I'm changing." He tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he went to his thrifted dresser for a set of pajamas.

"Sure, sure," June said from the other side of the door. "You know if your jerking it I can just leave you be for a bit."

Caliper was glad the red that tinged the base of his white ears couldn't be seen by his brother. He tried to change the subject as he pulled pants on: "No practice today?"

"Yep, can I come in now?"

Caliper just opened the door for him, facing his brother while shirtless. The older buck carried a more mature rack of horns and a muscular build packed into a similar frame as Caliper's. June was taller, with a set of annoyingly cute white marks that ran across the side of his head, under one eye, and to his nose. A shock of auburn hair between his horns matched Caliper's, only it was more unruly than the younger brother's. Seeing him made Caliper forget about being blue-balled until June broke into a smirk.

"You were pretty eager to get your clothes off after getting home."

"Shut-up," Caliper said.

June ruffled the shorter deer's head, and Caliper had to slap the hand away. June threw his bag onto his bed and said, "I'm going to go on a run, since I didn't really get one in at practice today. What are you going to make for dinner?"

"Who says I'm making dinner?"

"Do you want me to cook while dad's out of town?"

Caliper sighed. Cooking was something Caliper took after their father while June did not. Their dad was out of town on work, a regular affair for the trucker. When home he was a fantastic cook, but half of the week it was on Caliper to make sure their small, dingy kitchen produced something edible.

June still wore the clothes he put on for practice. Gym shorts and a tight under armour long-sleeved shirt for the fall air. A tuft of white fur poked out cutely at his collarbone, and the clothing gave a clear outline of his pecs. If June knew how much Caliper wanted to fuck him into the ground, maybe his older brother wouldn't be encouraging him to masturbate while they both were home. He felt a familiar rush of warmth in his chest when June gave Caliper a hug and said into his ear, "I'll be back in about thirty minutes."

Caliper squeezed his older brother before withdrawing, scared of pressing the moment of affection too far. These little touches June had been doing since a tearful Caliper admitted missing their mother's touch after the divorce. That had been almost a decade ago, and it had only been a few years ago that June suggested things needed to be toned down. No more leading Caliper around by the hand in public or cuddling in bed. "It's just gotten weird," June had said. "Aren't you interested in girls yet?" But Caliper knew even then he wasn't.

It was a strange tinge of grief as he shut the front door behind his brother. His dick stirred a moment, but he ignored it--no longer in the mood. He sighed and texted his boyfriend to see if he wanted to come over tonight. Caliper felt he needed the company. He got out an onions and some cloves of garlic, and right before he set to work he got a response. A disappointing, Sorry, tomorrow night work? Caliper agreed and put on a playlist from his phone while he worked on preparing dinner.

***

June had a route and playlist. A track he mapped out years ago and still followed that wove through the hilly streets of his neighborhood. The up straining his thighs and the down springing in his ankles. The cloying burn that welled in the bottom of his throat a comfortable sting. His thoughts swirled through school, the next few meets of the season, and eventually trailed back to home. He hoped Cal got started on cooking--he'd be hungry when he got home.

He didn't mean to blue ball his brother, but he heard the panicked shut of their bedroom door when he came in and knew better than to play dumb. Didn't mean Cal needed to hop right back to it while June was out. Maybe he should take an extra lap down Park Street just in case? No, it was fine. If his brother didn't have dinner ready he'd just shower, eat... then homework. The buck snorted, gritting his jaw as he took a particular steep hill. The air outside smelled of wet fall. Nice weather to cruise around in. Too bad his plans for the weekend fell through. Maybe he and Cal could do something, though? The two had not hung out in a while: Caliper had his boyfriend and June had his bevy of friends and parties and one night stands in the back of his jeep.

Had... lately the girls he slept with just... well June wasn't sure what it was. He broke up with his last girlfriend at the start of summer, and fucked around just enough to keep up his reputation as a stud, but every time he was with a girl it felt off. And lately it was hard to get around that. He was afraid what that could mean. He wasn't repulsed by female furs, and he didn't think guys interested him. His brother was the only boy he felt any affection for, but that didn't amount to attraction.

June slowed to a leisurely jog the last half-mile back to his house. The cool down phase was the worst part of the run--the high faded and pain typically lacerated itself down his hip. He knew he should probably see a doctor for that, but money was tight enough without complaining to dad about pains he normally walked off without so much as a grimace. He'd been doing that for a while--walking off his pains... Cal and his dad were both so torn up about the divorce...

The deer sighed when he reached their house. He fell into the small lawn, enjoying the cool grass on his back. He let out a deep breath, his musk now covered up the smell of wet leaves and muddy lawns. This morning's rain had not quite dried, and June's whole backside was wet now, but it was fine. He'd shower once he got inside. He sat up and ran through his stretches, facing the street and watching the occasional car or pedestrian pass. He caught some looks--a thing he was used to catching while on his run. He bought his shirts just a size too small for a reason.

June went to the door and patted his pocket--no keys. The buck sighed and rang the doorbell. It opened and the smell of fried rice, onion, and some kind of pepper or spice greeted June. Behind it Cal already walked away from the door back to the kitchen. As June stepped inside Cal asked, "Forget your keys again?"

"You know how it is."

A tsk and Cal kept his eyes on the stove. June watched him in the doorway, frowning at his attitude even as he admired his brother's rich brown coat. A black streak of fur down his spine forked out like flames, ending in spiraling tongues, an unusual pattern that June always thought was eye-catching and, admittedly, a bit jealous of. It was hot--he was sure girls would find it even hotter on him.

He could tell by the tension between his brother's shoulders that something was wrong. "You doing okay, Cal?"

"Yeah," a lie that made June's ears flatten, then, "You got any plans tonight?"

"Did--got cancelled like practice. Roy coming over?"

"Can't tonight," Cal said. All curt, all stiff. Maybe his boyfriend not coming over was why he was so upset?

June crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, under his arms so he could still tend to the stove. Cal started a little, but relaxed when June cooed, "Hey now, what's up, Cal?"

"Nothing? You stink by the way."

Beneath June's scent and the smell of cooking, he could smell the soft scent of his brother. He made a show of inhaling deeply and said, "I don't smell anything," but really it was an excuse to take in that smell. Cal smelled like crushed almond strung through with cinnamon. He wasn't sure what it was but June always liked his little brother's smell.

Cal elbowed him in the stomach and said, "Get off, will ya?"

June listened, frowning as Cal moved the pan of the burner and turned off the stove. He faced June with a strange look on his face. June said, "Hey, what's up with you?"

"Nothing--you going to take a shower or not?" Cal said, arms folded over his chest. It was funny to think the smaller deer could dare to close himself off from June, but... well it did hurt.

He rubbed his arm and said, "Well, alright, then. Dinner still be warm for me?"

"I'll keep a lid on it for you."

Twenty minutes later, fur still a little damp, June came back to the kitchen. A plastic bowl filled with fried rice with diced vegetables and fried egg waited on the counter with a pot lid placed over it. The food was still warm, and June ate while looking over the kitchen counter and into the living room. He watched the back of Cal's head as the deer sat on the couch. The TV was on, some show he could tell the deer wasn't too interested in because his head was pointed down to his phone. June caught himself admiring the small antlers growing up from his auburn hair, each one still small and delicate looking. Soft at their base, probably.

The elder brother sighed. Cal's gloomy mood made it feel like the weekend was over before it even began. He finished his rice and set about washing the bowl. As he dried it with a rag, he made up his mind that, even if Cal thought he wanted to be alone, being moody and moping around would only make things worse. It was June's job to look after him, after all.

***

Caliper browsed Instagram with only the slightest interest. The young deer's legs were curled up against him on the couch, his side against the old arm of the worn piece of furniture. He only noticed June when he felt the bigger deer's weight fall into the couch next to him. June's arm wrapped around his shoulder as he asked, "What are you watching?"

"Some show about cops, I don't know. It was just quiet and I wanted something on."

"Mind if I change it?"

"Sure, fuck cops, anyways."

"Word. Not going to gross you out if I put on some sports?"

Caliper scoffed, but kept his eyes on his phone. He felt his brother's gaze on him, but didn't want to meet it. He said, "Fine by me. I grew up with you and dad."

June nodded and started surfing around for a football game. Caliper stole a glance at him. He didn't wear a shirt, which was way more enticing than when he wore one that was too tight. He had the rough scruff running down his chest of a proper buck, and Caliper bet if he buried himself in that soft white fur he could get lost in his brother's scent. A comforting, earthy smell tinged with musk that Caliper used to savor without even noticing. He wore a set of loose pajamas, and that was it. His glance turned into a stare, which his brother finally noticed after settling on a channel.

"Something up, Cal?"

"Ugh, no--I..." He needed to leave the room. He made to get up, but June's arm on his shoulder stopped him.

June faced him now and said, "Cal, I can tell something's wrong. I'm not going to quit bothering you until I know what."

"June..." Caliper felt color creep into the white on the tip of his muzzle and at the base of his ears. It was so frustrating, but Caliper would rather pine for something he knew he could never have rather than be told no outright. "Why do you care so much?"

June laughed softly, his voice full of a deep warmth. "Because I'm your brother silly."

"That not..." but Caliper stopped and looked up at the TV. It was a halftime report, they were going over how one team kept turning over the ball. Caliper fumbled with his own words, but eventually managed to say, "I won't talk about it, but you can still do something if you're so insistent."

"Hmm?"

"Hold me like you used to?" Caliper suggested, finally looking at his brother's stupidly handsome face again. It broke into a warm smile that made Caliper's heart flutter before he let himself be led into June's embrace. The bigger deer's long arms folded around him, and after some shifting they both lied across the couch.

"Better?"

"Yeah..." Caliper said. June's arms hugged his brother to his chest, and Caliper's hand reached up to squeeze his wrist. He pressed the small of his back into his brother's abdomen, and heard June grunt behind him.

June's cheek nuzzled into his ear before his soft whisper felt incredibly close, "Been a while since we held each other like this, huh?"

Caliper couldn't help but feel warmth stir beneath his waist, but he didn't pull away. Things felt safe, and June wouldn't be able to tell anything was amiss even if he got a little hard. The younger deer said, "I missed it, you know."

"I could tell you were really hurt when I told you we needed to tone things down. Tore me up inside."

"Why did you, then?"

June was quiet for a moment. Caliper felt his brother's chest expand and deflate for a few breaths before he said, "I was worried... I didn't want you thinking you didn't need to make friends or find yourself a boyfriend for this kinda stuff. I'm not going to be around this place forever."

"That's fair," Caliper said, finger tracing up and down June's forearm. "You could always take me with you, though."

"Heh, you want to share a studio apartment with me?"

"We've shared a bedroom our whole life. Honestly when you move out I'll have _too_much space."

"You say that but I bet you'll have Roy over every night."

"Who says I wouldn't just have him over every night at our apartment?"

"Hey now, remember who you're talking to." June squeezed him tight and growled, "I'm supposed to be the cocky stud, remember?"

"Psh, I bet me and Roy fuck more often than whatever girlfriends you have."

"That so, huh?"

"Yeah, wanna guess how many times in the last week?"

"God, no. Listen, it's easy when you have someone you can regularly tap. I'm in between girls right now, okay?"

Caliper giggled boyishly and nuzzled upward into the downy underside of his brother's muzzle. He asked, "Not like you to be in a dry spell."

"Yeah, well, I'm figuring some things out."

"Huh?"

"Eh," one June's legs hooked around Caliper's, tangling the brothers up further. "I've just not been interested in girls lately."

Caliper craned his neck to look at his brother and asked, "Boys?"

"Sports," June said and with a hand turned Caliper's head back to the TV where the game had just resumed. "And don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"Like you just found out I discovered the cure for cancer or something."

Caliper reached up and rubbed behind June's ear. His older brother grumbled, but didn't say anything. "You don't have to be embarrassed, June..."

"Why would I be embarrassed? I knew you were gay before you did, dummy. I'm just..."

"Scared?"

"I--uh, yeah... I know that's shitty to say to you but--"

"It's okay. I was scared, too. Maybe you're just bi? What got you thinking this way?"

June got very still and quiet. Hands on Caliper's shoulders, he turned the younger deer around until they faced each other. June's face was locked into a grim expression as he said, "If I tell you, this has to be a secret just between brothers."

Caliper's pulse picked up. His mind wildly imagined June saying, "You're the reason Cal," before the older deer pulled him into the long awaited kiss. The lump in his throat at the thought was too large to speak around, so Caliper just nodded gravely.

"I'm a bad kisser, Cal."

The strange color of disappointment that flushed his chest was the only thing that kept him from laughing at the absurd statement.

"That doesn't make you gay!" Caliper almost did laugh, and June did hear his amusement.

"It's more than that, Cal," June hissed and shoved his younger brother. The deer yelped as his back suddenly hit the carpet. June glared down at him and now Caliper's laughter overcame him when he saw his brother's face. "It's not funny, Cal! It's serious stuff."

Caliper sat up and said, "How?"

"I..." and when June looked away Caliper saw red flushing beneath the white fur on his muzzle. "Look, I don't know how to say it, but I just don't like kissing, okay? Or maybe I just don't like making out with girls--I don't know. I know how, but I don't even try cause I don't want to. I can still get a girl all hot with my hands and--"

"Do you like eating them out?" Caliper asked, setting a hand on June's knee. His older brother now sat up, one leg folded under the other.

"I mean, I'll do it if they blow me, you know? Only fair--"

"June," Caliper said, fixing his brother with a very serious look. "I _love_giving blowjobs. Sometimes I get off just thinking about blowing guys. Do you like going down on girls?"

"I..." his brother squeezed his arms together. "Not, really, I guess. That's the thing that's got me all confused, I guess. I can get a girl off, and I can get myself off, but it all kinda feels like a chore. Like I do it just enough to maintain my reputation, but well, there's a reason I've not tried to date any girls since the summer ended."

Caliper honestly didn't know what to say to him. The younger deer always knew he didn't have an eye for girls, and so never had any sort of crisis like his brother seemed to face. He got up and sat beside his brother again. On the TV, the announcer went wild over another interception. He placed his hand on his brother's thigh, and asked, "Have you tried, like, gay porn or anything."

"I'm, uh, scared to?" June winced. "Sorry, I know I probably sound like a coward right now. What if I'm just not into oral stuff?"

Caliper crossed his legs beneath him and faced his brother on the couch. "Hey, this is just between us, remember? It's okay to be scared." Without thinking, he pulled June's hand up and kissed along his knuckles. He just meant it as an reassuring show of affection, but June's stunned look told Caliper it wasn't something brothers did. Caliper quickly shoved June's hand away and backed away a bit.

"Cal, wait," his brother grabbed his calf.

"Ugh, it was too far I know--"

"Cal, shut up," June ordered. He leaned in and Caliper only leaned back slightly so they weren't completely muzzle to muzzle. June's hand found his and squeezed it. "What's been bugging you, Cal? I know we got off track with my stuff but--"

"It's fine, god June what's with you?"

"Is it me?" June asked. Caliper's lips pinched slightly, and his ears twitched. His pulse started to pick up. He was so close. Caliper wanted to just shove their lips met together so badly he started to shake. June was too good reading his little brother. He drew back: "I think I get it."

"June..." Did he? Did Caliper have the nerve to just say it now? He didn't--he felt the words well up in his throat, but couldn't force them out. June reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

He said, "I'm gonna go for a walk. When I get back I can take care of the dishes. You going to be alright?"

"I... yeah," Caliper croaked. His throat felt suddenly sore. Better to pine than be rejected, but now he skated on the surface of rejection. And the ice felt oh so thin.

June gave him a weak smile but this one did not reach his eyes. He squeezed Caliper's shoulder, then left to get changed.

***

June walked the same route he ran earlier. This time he wore a loose-fitting zip up hoodie. The hood buttoned around the end so a horned fur like him could have the hood up around his antlers. He kept his hands in his pockets, fingers rubbing the screen of his phone. His knuckles still felt warm where Cal kissed them.

It surprised him, for sure. No one had ever done something so tender as that, but tenderness was a strange thing the two brothers stoked between each other. In some ways June felt responsible: of course all that intimacy would mess with Cal's head. Hell, it messed with his, too. He longed to hold his younger brother in a way he didn't with the girls he dated, to return to that familiar warmth of their bodies together. Living poor with one parent who wasn't there half the time, it was no surprise the two came to rely on each other for things like intimacy and affection.

But this? Even if it was that... What worried June was he didn't feel disgust, just a grief heavy and wet like a pile of rain soaked leaves.

His phone buzzed.

June nearly jumped, quickly checking the device. It wasn't Cal. It was their dad. June sighed and walked to a nearby bus stop and sat at the bench there by himself before he checked what his dad wanted.

Things at the house okay?

Yeah, cal made dinner. I'm on a walk._Sent, then, _You texting while driving?

Voice to text. Can't say f*** but works petty will

June chuckled. Sure thing dad. Idly, he thumbed through the pictures on his phone. He found one of him and Cal laughing at the camera, arms across each other's backs and muzzles together, horns almost tangled up. The beach was behind them. The picture filled June's chest with a warmth seeing his brother so happy. He wondered if Cal felt the way he did about June when the picture was taken a few months ago. How long might he--

I might make it home Sunday night.

The message descending on his screen made him set his phone face down on his lap and look around as if he got caught looking at some of the nudes on his phone. No one was nearby, across the street a vixen watched her kits play basketball from a hoop fixed over their garage.

June texted back, Don't go pulling any all-nighters for our sake. Me and Cal can take care of each other. June thumbed back to that picture. Why grief? He didn't understand what made him sad about Cal having those sort of feelings. Fear or disgust, even lust... all that he would be able to place, but this...

His dad again: I know. Seems all you boys do is look out for one another. I'll text you an update tomorrow. Love you both.

"Uh...huh." June slumped against the bench and stared at the message. That was it. He wanted to take care of Cal, but now he wasn't sure how to do that. There were only two real options: distance himself from his brother till these feelings blew over, or... or... "Dammit, Cal," June muttered. He bent forward, his body curling around a new feeling taking hold right at his navel. Nervous butterflies--like the first time he asked a girl on a date. Only this...

June wished when they lied on the couch together he would have kissed Cal's nape. Wished his fingers traced the line of his hips and--

"God, Cal I... I want--"

"You okay, there, boy?" June shot back up into the bench, embarrassed to see a bear in a hockey jersey looking down at him. "Look like you were about to throw up."

"Uh, yeah I'm fine, thanks--I gotta go." He stiffly got up and started walking back to his house. Though he did feel sick. His heart pounded with a nervous energy, and the more he thought about Cal the more the barbs in his belly twisted together: the way that black fur pattern ran down his back, his brother's small but shapely ass he never recognized admiring till now. The cute tuft of black and white on his tail. His scent. The barbs tied tighter and tighter. He walked so fast he nearly jogged. Was this why he couldn't get into girls the last few months? He saw Cal all the time, but those were just--no. The way his brother kissed his knuckles--what he felt in that moment. He had wanted to grab his brother by jaw and lift his muzzle into a heated kiss.

Soon he stood in front of the paint-chipped door to their house. He was panting by now, hard as when he finished his run. He went for his keys and discovered they were missing. Door was locked. He rang the doorbell--waited a bit. "Come on, Cal," he muttered. He banged on the door. Then texted his brother, Hey, I forgot my keys again. Can you unlock the door?

His brother sent a very ominous, ... then It'll be a minute. I was walking to spend the night at a friend's house. That stung. June went to the porch steps and sat on them.

He texted, Thanks Cal. He wanted to add his brother shouldn't leave--not tonight at least. He understood why he wanted to get out of the house, but... June should tell him. He started trying to compose a message as the afternoon dwindled into dusk. If he started with just admitting he had feelings, too, that wouldn't be believable right? But a lengthy explanation might not get read. And did he really need to explain himself to Cal. He typed several different messages, deleting each one in succession. Some were simple as, "Cal I love you like a brother shouldn't" while others were coy with, "I think I'm attracted to you and don't know what to do," as if he didn't know exactly what he wanted to do. Some he just gushed his feelings, some he apologized for leaving the house like he had.

He eventually settled on something to send when he heard the familiar tread of hooves come up the concrete path to their door. He froze. Cal wore a jacket, jeans, and a backpack. He walked right past June and went to unlock the door. June heard the familiar bolt slide free and managed to say, "Hey Cal, sorry about the door."

"Don't worry about it," he said, his soft voice weighted down in a way that made June grimace. Cal threw the door open, and said as he began walking back to the street, "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Roy's going to pick me up and--"

"Cal wait," he grabbed his brother's arm. Cal did not jerk away.

"What?"

"Stay here tonight. With me--please."

That made his brother's rigid stance soften. He faced June and the older buck gasped when he saw his brother had been crying recently. "Why? So I can help you figure out why you don't like girls?"

Such a stupid, ridiculous thing to say. It hurt still, enough that June took a step back. Cal started crossing the lawn, each step of his hooves leaving June more and more frustrated. He lunged at his brother, cursing, before he yanked Cal by a horn into a kiss. June's firm grip kept their lips planted together in the middle of the lawn. Cal did not embrace him like expected. He punched June in the diaphragm. Despite being bigger and stronger, his brother knew just where to hit.

June stumbled backwards coughing for breath while Cal hissed, "You idiot." He yanked June back to the still open door.

"Ugh... I thought--"

"You didn't think," Cal said, kicking the door shut behind him. June barely managed to get breathing again when Cal was on him, yanking his head down into another kiss. His tongue desperately, clumsily, pushed into his little brother's mouth. Cal no longer tasted like their dinner, but something warm and familiar that made June whimper. The younger deer drew back at the sound, both deer panting as they exchanged flushed looks.

Cal licked his lips. "You do need practice."

"Hey," June said.

"It seemed like you enjoyed it, though."

"I did."

"You want me to teach--"

"Yes, god Cal, quit treating this like it's--"

He leaned in and silenced June with another fleeting kiss. His fingers slipped to the collar of June's hoodie and asked, "Like it's what?" as the zipper descended.

"This isn't some... some..." the front of his hoodie opened and Cal pushed his brow into the fur of June's chest. Cal took a deep breath, clearly scenting him in a way that made June shudder. He hugged Cal close and whispered down into his ear, "This isn't an experiment. I'm not here to figure anything out."

Cal looked up. "June..."

"I, uh, have feelings for you Cal. Real ones, I just didn't know it until--well. That's what we were talking about on the couch right? That's why you got so upset?"

Cal laughed and shoved his head back against June's chest. "Dummy. Yeah, I've felt--I've felt a lot around you for a long time. Usually you're not around when I'm brooding about it, though."

"Oh Cal," June nuzzled into Cal's ear. The scent of his brother a soothing balm for the guilt and ache he felt at the thought of his brother quietly pining. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're here now," Cal touched his cheek. They exchanged another tender kiss before Cal giggled, "There is so much I'm going to have to show you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Have you ever been with a boy before?"

"Damn, I guess you're right."

Cal laughed again, and led June by the hand to their bedroom. He fell in his bed and pulled June on top of him. The bigger deer let out a husky breath. He lied on top of his brother in a way he never had before, and already felt his cock half-hard from the sudden rush of intimacy. He touched the collar of Cal's jacket and said, "You're clothes."

Cal nuzzled his cheek. "You have to earn that."

"Huh?"

"Kiss me right and I'll take it off."

"Heh, am I really that bad?"

"No, just... remember you can breathe from your nose, your lips don't need to keep working open and close, and--"

"Just shut-up and kiss me, alright?"

Cal did. June's lips yielded to his, and both deer shuddered as he let his little brother lead him. His mouth opened when Cal's did, and the younger deer's tongue slipped past his lips. June whimpered again as their tongues met. It felt so strange. It never felt this good before. He started to press down on Cal's mouth, desperate for more, but his brother broke the kiss to whisper, "Easy." When their lips met again June was gentler, lips sliding along his brother's, a tongue entering Cal's mouth. Cal made an appreciative grunt and his arms wrapped around June's neck. One hand rubbed through June's auburn hair. Cal closed his eyes and eased into the gentle, automatic ministrations of their lips. Cal sometimes broke the kiss to nip June's bottom lip, or to adjust the angle of their muzzles, but otherwise their tongues stayed tangled. June felt his dick ache, but the need to move on paled to this. The elder brother kneaded and teased the base of his brother's antlers, and let his weight rest more firmly on him.

Minutes slipped away, their only exchanges gentle moans and heated whimpers. For June, being with someone never felt this right before. Cal rolled June on his side in the bed, their lips not breaking until June's face began to grow sore. He broke the kiss and released a heated breath. Both their lips were glistening wet from spit. He cupped his little brother's cheek. The other deer was so cute. His hair fell in curls across his brow, eyes a soft hazel in the dim room. The outline of his graceful muzzle ended at those wet lips. June laughed softly.

"Hmm?"

June blushed. "Just... giddy?"

"Dummy," Cal said.

"Also my face hurts."

"Huh?"

"We were kissing for so long."

Cal giggled this time. "That just means you need more practice."

"It was really good, Cal."

Cal answered him with another kiss, and despite the stiffness in his jaw, June responded. This time their tongues worked together for a moment, each firm muscle sliding warmly together before Cal broke the kiss. "I know... it was really good."

June touched his jacket again. "Does this mean you can take this junk off now."

Cal rolled out of bed. "Yes. It's way too hot anyways." Cal's jacket fell away and he got to work at the buttons of his shirt. While he did, June sat up and started working at his fly. He saw the clear bulge of his little brother and knew the other deer was just as worked up as him. He heard Cal gasp above him when he yanked those pants down. Bucks always smelled strong--there was a reason they called it a rut--but June was still unprepared when his little brother's musk flooded the room. It made the bigger deer groan, his brain frying a bit at that enticing, musky smell of cock. He never thought it could have such an effect, but he'd never let himself be muzzle to tip with one before. And what a cock. The thick, foreskinned dick hung heavily in front of June. It filled the palm of his hand before he knew it. The cock's firm warmth enticing in a way that was new and exciting. He pulled the foreskin backwards and a stronger scent of musk hit the deer and made his own dick throb.

"F-fuck, June..."

Cal's voice tight with need also felt new and exciting. The fur above his crotch grew thickly, and soon June buried his snout into it, nuzzling into the musky scent of his brother. His other hand fondled his little brother's balls, which matched the size of his cock. The entire, furry scrotum easily filled his palm, and each nut carried a satisfying weight to it. Like the kiss before, June savored his little brother's strong, masculine scent. Elsewhere he smelled soft, but here the intoxicating scent of stud made June whine a little as he fell into a desires he didn't know he had. Girl's never smelled so good. They didn't smell gross, just not good. Not like the rut of his brother. He rubbed his nose along the base of his brother's cock, taking deep loud breaths.

Cal's hands gently worked through his hair. He said, "I didn't expect you to get into it this fast."

"Fuck, you just smell so good," June said, looking up the flat plane of his little brother's belly and into the deer's gaze. "I've--" another deep breath, "always liked your scent."

"Heh." Cal rocked his hips back and forth. "I've always liked yours, too. I get worked up after you go on runs, you know? Sometimes I take your gym clothes and--"

"Fuck, why did it take me so long figure things out!" June groaned and pulled away to give his brother's cock another appraising look. He stroked it slowly a few times, enjoying how the foreskin peeled up and down the shaft before he said, "I think you might be bigger than me."

"That turn you on?"

"I think it does," June admitted, feeling his ears fold a little. He hadn't really put much thought on the walk home how the two of them would even, well, _do_something together. But he was starting to get some ideas.

Cal suggested, "How about we get your sweatpants off?"

The ignored tent at June's crotch suddenly felt embarrassing, even though his little brother was just as aroused. With ease, he slipped the pants off while his little brother knelt down in front of him. His cock stood upright against the soft fur of his belly, reaching his navel. If it was smaller than his brother, it wasn't by much. They were both studs. Cal gently wrapped his fingers around it, thumb pressing up the underside of the shaft.

He said, "Honestly, I'm a bit excited. The only dick I've played around with that's this big is my own."

"Glad I'm--ah--not the only one who's eager."

Cal pumped June's cock slowly, and finally looked up at June. "I'm gonna be down here for a while. You should put my pillows against the wall."

"Um, okay?" June twisted to do as he was told. With how worked up he was, he didn't expect to last that long, but... He leaned back, antlers against the wall. He watched his brother continue his patient strokes, while his muzzle dipped down. The room smelled of buck musk at this point, but Cal still nuzzled into June's heavy balls and took a deep scent of his brother. Both deer whimpered, before Cal kissed his scrotum. He opened his lips and sucked a heavy orb against them, wetly lapping his tongue over a nut. Most girls just jumped straight to head, so this slow advance had June humping into his little brother's hand. He wanted more, but his little brother simply went to June's other nut, sucking against it before washing the wet fur in hot breath. June sighed and tried to relax--his brother warned him he'd be here for a while, after all.

That muzzle dug under his balls and kissed his taint. June's breath hitched as he was touched there for the first time. His brother kissed and licked the musky spot with familiar ease, his hands sliding down his thighs, to his calves. The older deer's pulse picked up when Cal started to lift his legs into the air. Sudden realization made June sit up and say, "Wait, Cal."

Cal withdrew and looked up at him innocently. The older brother panted down at the younger for a moment before he said, "I've never done anything back there."

Cal nodded. "I know."

"Is it going to hurt?" June asked.

Cal laughed a little. "Only if you want it to. I wasn't planning on rushing."

June slowly leaned back against the wall. "Okay... I trust you, Cal."

"Thank you, June. You're going to love it, I promise," Cal said with a sort of sureness not based on prior experience, but on Cal's desire to make sure June did. It felt strange letting his little brother be in control, but he guessed it only made sense. He lifted his legs into the air and grabbed the back of his knees to keep them pulled up.

Cal went back to kissing his brother's taint. The younger deer's hands moved to squeezing his white butt. He knew he had a nice ass after years of running and exercise. And as Cal's kisses trailed lower he could tell his little brother appreciated it. Soon he felt his untested rim spread. Deep breath--broken by something warm and wet pushing against his entrance. Cal whimpered beneath June and said, "You smell so good here, brother."

Fuck, why was that so hot to hear? His brother hungrily kissed his rim. The sensitive flesh clenched as warm tongue lapped against his wrinkled entrance. The pink flesh depressed a little at the firm pressure of Cal's muscle, but it didn't yield. The feeling of being rimmed made his legs quake. It was strange and new, but his asshole felt so responsive and sensitive to his brother's fervent kissing. He moaned as his hole was slathered in spit till the skin was left glistening as his lips were. With practiced skill, Cal got his asshole to relax more and more. The big buck panted at the smaller's treatment.

Cal removed his tongue and kissed his taint, nipping the flesh there in his teeth. The slight sting of pain distracted from the feeling of a finger penetrating him until after it slid in. June gasped and clenched around the finger, while Cal worked a single one in and out of him. It felt strange to have inside him. His rim felt pleasantly warm from being spread, as the finger worked deeper and deeper until he suddenly felt a full pressure work right up against the base of June's cock before it shot all the way to the tip. June groaned and Cal laughed; his finger curled up and pressed that spot.

"There we go..." Cal whispered.

"Ah, fuck Cal--is that--"

"Hehe, yeah, feels good doesn't it?" Cal asked as his finger continued to tease his prostate. June grit his teeth as he felt his cock rise and fall on the edge of orgasm. It felt like he might be able to cum any moment, but the teasing pressure wasn't quite enough. It was torturous. Cal worked his finger back and forth, then he felt pressure again at his asshole. June hissed as another finger pressed inside him, and after a few moments massaged its way back to his prostate. That pressure made June's back arch. He tried to angle down into his little brother's hand. His breathing became labored, and his blunt nails ddug into his legs. Cal's eyes on his were carnal, and that, too, told June what his little brother would be tonight. Not that he could care, as his walls clenched against those prodding fingers. His dick leaked thick beads of pre into his fur, dripping around his foreskin and onto his stomach in a way it never had before.

When his little brother added a third finger, he said, "You're so easy to penetrate, June. Normally by now I'd need lube with Roy, but..."

"F-fuck," June groaned as three fingers now pumped in and out of his puffy rim.

"You were meant to be fucked. I've heard of guys like you June, but--

"Cal!" It was humiliating to hear. Before today he never imagined himself bottoming for anyone, but when those fingers reached his prostate again he had to bite his hand to keep from crying out. His antlers scratched against the drywall while his hips bucked, and that pressure shot through the length of his cock. A string of pre cum fired from him and nearly reached his chest. Fuck if his brother wasn't right, though.

"You're so slick inside, big brother."

"Sh-shut-up..."

Cal kissed his thigh. "Why? Isn't it hot? Don't you like it?"

June loved it. He loved his little brother's fingers pumping in a slow rhythm, grinding knuckle-deep against his rim. That touch of dryness left him with a pleasant burn even as the warm flesh of his walls yielded till those digits found his prostate again. His nut was rubbed just slow enough that June couldn't quite get over the edge. He knew touching himself would get the job done in a few strokes, but he didn't want Cal to stop. He wanted Cal to have total control of this moment.

"If you answer me I'll add the last finger."

June said, "Yes, Cal, g-god. It's so good."

"Am I better than any girl?"

Now he was being humiliated. His ears folded but he answered, "Yes--please." The burn of his embarrassment only made that final finger spreading him feel even better. "Oh god..." June gasped, having trouble breathing afterwards as his ass spread around all four fingers. It didn't take long before Cal's knuckles ground against that ring o muscle, his fingers squeezed together by June's walls. The pressure inside of him was so great that June had just started mewling. His back half squirmed dumbly on Cal's fingers. His little brother laughed, which made June release a high whine. He was so close, but he had been so close since Cal started. June's fur on his stomach was matted in enough pre to make it look like he came, but he knew he hadn't. All this delicious teasing left June with an unexpected need.

Cal sensed it, too. "You want me to fuck you?"

June only managed to nod, his expression pained as he vainly milked his brother's invasive fingers.

Cal kept them in, sawing back and forth. He said, "I bet you thought I wanted you to fuck me, huh?"

June had to admit, with his little brother's slim, twinky build, he always assumed he was a subby bottom. He originally thought the night might lead there, but Cal had opened a door June didn't want to close.

"Ah! Cal..."

"Yeah, June?"

"Fuck me," June said, and at the utterance a shiver ran down his spine. "Please Cal..."

His brother chuckled and June groaned at the sudden lack he found when Cal's fingers finally pulled out. He stood and grabbed June by the thighs, yanking the bigger buck down the bed and tugging his ass up into the air. His body was now curled into a C with his waist raised over his head. The perfect height for his younger brother.

***

His brother was such a sight. It filled Caliper with a burning desire to see June curled around like this: his cocky brother ears flattened submissively and eyes pleading in the now-dark room. The sun had long set, but there was enough light from the streetlamps outside to see June's obvious need. His twitching cock still throbbed against his belly. His rim clenched rhythmically around nothing. All of it so enticing for Caliper. His brother was even hotter like this. Those white dots that bubbled across his face now suddenly femme in this position. A girly addition for his submissive big brother.

Caliper fit his cock snuggly against June's entrance. He never fucked a boy dry before--with how big he was lube was a necessity just for penetration. But even at the most exploratory push his brother's entrance was soft and yielding, a little slick even. June was a born bottom, he just didn't know until tonight. Caliper would make sure his big brother never forgot it. He grunted and shoved downward. June grunted as he was spread by something thicker than four of Caliper's fingers. The smaller deer trembled a little as a familiar warmth embraced his cock. This one, though, these yielding slick walls were his brother's. It made Caliper want to bury his shaft right away, but he wanted to be slow. He wanted to draw things out for June.

He planted his hands on the back of June's thighs, huffing as June panted and squeezed the first few inches of his brother's cock. Caliper shut his eyes and tried his best to calm down. He planned to fuck June a lot more than once tonight, but he wanted his brother's first time to be... well longer than a few minutes. "Cal..." June's whine beneath him made Caliper look down into those needy eyes. "Cal please."

Fuck, his brother was so hot like this. He grit his teeth and sank his cock deeper, pulling out some before pushing back in. He pumped his dick slowly back and forth like his fingers before and he got there again. His brother's virginal walls closed around the entirety of his dick. Nine inches of thick cock buried inside his big brother. The older deer's hands clenched the edge of the bed and he moaned when he felt his brother's hips; his brother's balls bumping against the tuft of his tail. Those smooth walls were frantic against Caliper's shaft. It made it hard to move, like he was overly sensitive at the moment.

He took a deep breath. The room stank of buck at this point. The musk of both boys heady and familiar. They grew up together, were related, of course their musk had some similarities. And the strength of it in the room was something Caliper wouldn't mind walking into every day for the rest of his life. He loved the smell of his brother's musk, and after today, he bet June loved his. He wanted to spend long days in bed 69ing, muzzles buried in each other's balls.

June's insistent hips bucking upward kept Caliper from getting too distracted. With a grunt, Caliper pulled out, then slowly ground his way back in. He managed a smooth, casual rhythm, hands kneading his brother's thighs before they moved to his ass. He squeezed the furry butt and then spread it so he could watch his shaft collapse June's rim inward, then tug it upwards when he pulled out. His brother still felt slick, and it was getting easier and easier to fuck him. June picked up his pace, the smaller deer grunting a little as his brother shook beneath him.

June started making loud, rakish moans. Caliper angled his thrusts so his cock nudged the firmly against his brother's nut. It only took that much to make June start calling out his name again and again. June begged stupidly to be fucked harder and faster. His older brother's dick bounced across his stomach as Caliper smacked their hips together. June bunched up some sheets and pressed them to his face to muffle the sounds he made. Caliper fucked his older brother at a pace that left him little to do but hold June in place. He focused on his breathing and keeping June's legs pushed down. His brother kept trying to kick out, as if he wanted to push Caliper off. But he knew the slut was just close.

Caliper wanted his brother to cum across his muzzle. Long strands of pre cum already leaked messily across his chest. His brother dripped a lot for a boy, too. He saw June's balls squirm each time his cockhead pounded inward. The smaller deer wanted to fuck June senseless. He wanted to make his brother addicted to cock and unable to leave Caliper's side. He was so determined to draw things out that he felt himself hitting a second wind, his abs aching a bit as he kept up his rapid pace until the sounds from his brother reached a slutty crescendo. June screamed into the sheet, maybe even screamed Caliper's name. What he did know is his brother's cock started spraying spunk across himself. The first thick rope of seed went from June's collarbone to his throat. The next caught him in the muzzle and on the sheet he used to gag himself. Caliper reached down and grabbed his cock, slowing his strokes as he felt his orgasm suddenly start charging through his core. His balls tensed up as he aimed June's pulsing cock and pumped it fast he could. His brother bucked and thrashed, clearly overwhelmed as more thick blasts of cum spilled across his front. It messily matted down his fur and left glistening trails in the dark.

The sight was too much. Caliper hilted in his big brother and doubled over him. He groaned as he pressed their hips together, his own noises muffled in June's messy belly. His brother locked his legs around Caliper's hips as he came. The older buck shuddering when that first thick shot of buck seed unloaded into his belly. Caliper's heavy balls weren't for show. And he felt his thick, warm essence fill his older brother up. Seed spilled around his shaft and soon leaked around his cock and down his brother's ass. June whimpered cutely as Caliper's cock jerked and fired shot after shot of spunk.

He felt his brother's hand on the back of his head, and Caliper was led into a kiss by his brother. The two shared a moment of fragile intimacy that made Caliper's knees wobble. His brother kissed him through the length of his orgasm, their tongues and lips working together into a warm afterglow. Until Caliper broke the kiss to ask, "Still, ah, confused?"

"Huh?"

"About what you're into."

June squeezed him with his legs and said, "Shut-up."

Caliper rested his chin on June's chest. "I'm really happy, big brother."

"Me too, Cal," June said, stroking a hand down Caliper's neck. "You know I love you, right?"

"You mean like--"

"Yeah."

"I love you, too, June."

"Want to climb into this bed with me for real? My back is starting to hurt."

Caliper giggled, his legs were getting stiff, too. He nuzzled his brother's chest, "I don't want to go another night without sharing one with you."