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Being adopted. What's it like? All my life, I have wondered, what's it like to be adopted. What's it like to find out that you're adopted? What do cubs feel when they find out, that people, who have been raising them all their lives; who gave them love; who gave them a sense of security and warmth of a real family, are not really related to them? So many times I've seen it on TV and in the movies; various situations in which main characters get to know that strange truth about themselves. What did they feel? Did they feel cheated? Surprised? Of course, what happened next was obvious, but do the movie-events - in this case - reflect how such a person feels for real? Such a person like me?

Yes, I am adopted. I found out recently... Well, not really "recently"; it was about 3 years ago, and, to be honest, I haven't actually "found out". I was slowly beginning to notice that my whole family; mom, dad, and my brother are not of the same species as I am.

When I was fourteen, I started to wonder, how is it possible, that I'm a polar fox when, for all my life, I grew up in a family of bears. It'd bothered me for a while. I used to sulk, walk around absentmindedly, my body was there, but my mind was elsewhere.

One day, my dad - or rather the person I always thought was my dad - seeing that I have started to behave differently, finally decided to talk to me. As a professional soldier, he was always very strict in raising me and my brother, but, when the situation required it, he knew how to show us his warmth and kindness. This was exactly one of those moments.

He asked me if something happened; if I had any problems and wanted to talk about them. Then I told him what was on my mind. He stood up, hugged me and said something that has eternally changed my present life, "Yes, Arthur. You're right. Maybe I'm not your real dad, but, to me, you have always been, and will be, my real son."

Of course, as it turned out, even my older brother knew that there were no blood ties between us. Although he was not aware of this for some time as well. When he was sixteen, and I was eight, he began to realize the same things as I did three years ago. For six years - I was adopted at the age of two - he was my older brother and, at the same time, he was completely unaware of the truth. Funny, no? I'm not sure if his attitude towards me has changed back then or not, but even if it did, he never let me feel that way. Even then, when I found out who I was, he was there for me.

Why have I been adopted? According to my mother, my real parents didn't have enough money to raise me. Allegedly, they were poor and therefore preferred to give me up for adoption, hoping that I would find a house where I will never lack anything. Perhaps that was the case indeed, or perhaps I was just an unwanted cub? Probably, I will never find out. Anyway, now I'm in this family because my step-mom miscarried her second cub. She and my step-dad were eager to have a second son, but after that unfortunate event, they decided on adoption. And that's how I became a part of their - my - family.

Right now, I am 17 years old, I'm a high school student and, after the holidays, I'm going to be preparing for my finals. I'm a good student, or, at least, I think so. As everyone at school, I'm better with some classes and weaker with others, so you could say that I am rather average. Nonetheless, I'm still giving my best.

When it comes to my social skills, at school I was always a part of the crowd, rather than an outstanding unit who would like to stand in the limelight. I'm not saying I was the disliked kid or something, but somehow I always preferred to stay aside. When someone needed help, I was there to help. Surprisingly, I was quite popular among girls in our class; not as a sexual object, though, but rather as someone to whom they could always come and talk. Seems I've been the shoulder-to-cry-on type.

My brother's name is Daniel. This year he'll be passing his master's degree. Although, when you'd look at him, you'd be surprised that someone like him is going to finish college soon. Why? With his size and posture, he looks more like a club bouncer than a university graduate. He's 1,95 meters tall and weighs well over 130 kilograms. However, despite his quite visible beer belly, he's very well built as well. It's probably because of his hobby. Ever since I can remember, he used to train boxing in his spare time. I believe that this is why I have always felt safe around him. When someone teased me, he always came to my aid, and when it was needed, he used his powerful arms to hug and comfort me.

Albeit the lack of blood ties, there has always been a very strong bond between us, even though it was me who was the more emotional type. Daniel was clearly becoming more like our dad; strong, massive, with an iron-like gaze. He was very confident, which was evident by the number of females he always hit on and dragged to bed. I found that very impressing. He also had a few partners, but this just happens to be our little secret. If our parents discovered that, I don't know for how much longer Daniel would be living with us.

Our mother is a devout Catholic. She's a good woman but has very little tolerance for one thing in life - homosexuals. She has always taught us to follow the Bible and God's commandments. "Love thy neighbor as thyself" was her golden domain, but knowing her for so long, I'm not sure if those words would apply to my brother if the fact that he slept with males came to light.

As for me, I have never had the opportunity to be with someone in a more "private" way. I lack my brother's courage. All females that I know prefer big, strong males rather than average, quiet guys. One time, a nice lioness went on a date with me, but, as it turned out, she did it just to get to my brother's pants. Oh well. I don't hold a grudge against him about it. He has never let me down and always took care of me. He tends to say that, eventually, I'm going to find "a nut for my bolt", and that this lioness was going to bed with every other male anyway, hah.

Yes. He could always make me laugh and make me feel better. He always kept his promises. The one he made me a year ago, when he passed the driver's license, was no exception. He promised me that this summer - after he buys a car - we're gonna pack our bags, a tent, and go camping near some lake. He said that since this year I'm going to pass my high school diploma, some peace and a little rest before the oncoming learning marathon would come in handy.

And so, when summer holidays were already at its peak, we were both sitting in his car, in the middle of a forest, driving on a dirt road towards a lake near which we were to spend the whole weekend. Two nights under a starry sky, in the accompaniment of humming water and some sweet flags. Could there be anything better? I've never been to this particular lake and, all in all, I did not know what to expect, but according to my brother, this is the perfect spot for camping.

The radio was playing some random popular music, from time to time being interrupted by the speaker. I was in the passenger seat, staring at the passing trees. My head was filled with various thoughts. Again, for the past few days, I have been wondering who my real parents were; who could they be today, and - if I met them - would they recognize me? I am aware that I was being naive by having such thoughts, but wasn't I justified? After all, I do not even know if I'd really like to meet them.

A finger-snap, right in front of my face, drove me out of my trance. I turned my head towards the big bear, who was holding the wheel. He was smiling, clearly being amused.

• Where've ya been, bro? - he asked, looking straight ahead and trying to avoid every possible hole in the road. I think he knew exactly why I occasionally drifted off into my own world. We talked about it many times. He never revealed it, but I believe that the thing that has been bothering me, bothered him as well.

• Are we there yet? - I asked evasively.

• Just a little... more. Fuuu... dge! - Some time ago he decided to try and quit swearing. - Damn hole! - He growled again when the left wheel fell into a pit that could have not been avoided.

Sometimes I thought that he loved his car more than anything in the world. Even more than me, haha. But the fact was, that he vacuumed and washed it at least once a week. No one was allowed to smoke in it; not even our father was allowed to get in with a cigarette, or light one inside. Daniel would even hit the breaks angrily in the middle of the road and yell at our dad to get out and smoke outside whenever he saw him reaching for a smoke. When that happened, the atmosphere during the rest of the trip was so tense, it was almost cracking.

I stared at him for a moment. The muscles of his big paws were still tense. It was evident that these were boxer paws. I didn't know how his opponents were able to withstand more than 20 seconds in the ring with him. His patting on my back was often painful, although he claims he's being gentle. Probably, if he got really angry, he would be able to rip out the wheel he was now holding, with ease. I didn't have to worry about it, though. Daniel was very calm for someone his size. Yet, there were some exceptions. In situations that would drive a normal person straight into a state of rage, he would frown and growl through his teeth, about what was bothering him. He didn't like to get physical unless it was about protecting me when I was being bullied by a larger group.

Finally, we've left the forest, driving right into a large clearing overgrown with wild emmer wheat. There were acres of waving brownish gold to our right and, in around 30 meters, a wall of a coniferous forest to our left. I studied the whole place; the area was sloping slightly and, after a while, I saw a lake that was hidden in a distance. My heart skipped a beat. I felt like a puppy looking at his Christmas gifts lying under the tree, waiting to open them.

• At last. - it seemed Daniel was also glad that we have practically reached our destination.

I don't know if that was for sure, but I suspect that - at this point - my eyes shone like two freshly lit candles. With every meter, the lake was more and more visible. It even seemed to grow. I just had to open the window to smell it.

• Shut it! We'll catch dust! - Although the warning had no anger in it, I closed the window twice as fast as I have opened it. Indeed, we've been leaving a rather thick dust cloud behind us. Since we've left the forest, the bumpy dirt road turned into two smooth sandy paths. This eventually allowed Daniel to speed up.

Seconds later, we took a right turn and, after a few seconds, stopped near the very shore. I opened the door right away and was already leaving my seat when, all of a sudden, reality grabbed me by the throat and started to choke me... well, it was actually the seatbelt I forgot to unfasten, haha. Landing back in my seat, I took a deep breath and dealt with the harness. I left the car slowly, this time making sure that reality wasn't willing to give my ass a goodbye kick.

A low chortle came from inside of the car. The whole situation must have been utterly funny from my brother's perspective. It didn't bother me, though. I was standing on the shore of a huge lake, watching it's waving surface. Had I made one more step, instead of standing on grass, my feet would be touching the wet sand being washed by the cool water.

• So? Ya like it?

I turned around and looked at the male sitting on the hood. I nodded, wagging my tail. Yet, the sight of my brother was something that I also liked at that moment. That car really fitted his posture; a big bear and his big steel monster.

Daniel jumped down with a low thud and went back to open the trunk.

• Can ya help me with all this? Ya're pitching the tent. I got us here, so ya're taking care of the place to sleep. - he looked at me with a very serious look on his face.

It took me but a second to stand beside him. He gave me a big sack and some metal tubes.

• Where should I pitch it? - I asked.

• Yer choice... Skip the middle of the lake, though, ok? I don't like getting wet when I'm asleep. - he said it with such a serious and dull voice, that if I didn't know him for so many years, I would be wondering whether he was joking or not.

I chuckled looked around for a place fit for a tent. Finally, I went toward some of the trees that were growing next to the lake. The meeting point of the forest and the lake seemed like a perfect place. The ground there was flat and we would have quick access to the humming water. I put everything down and turned around to study the whole place again. The glade we've parked our car on was huge. I believe at least ten trailers would fit there, and yet, there was no one there, but us.

• How do you know about this place? - I asked.

• When I graduated from high school, we came here for a farewell camp. - Daniel put a blue tourist fridge and two rolled-up sleeping bags next to me.

• Oh, that. You weren't home for a whole week. - I nodded, bent forward and began to assemble the tent frame. Not even 10 seconds have past when I've noticed that Daniel is standing behind me. I turned myself a bit to look at him. - What is it?

He leaned his head to his left shoulder and continued to stare at me. - We've been brothers for all those years, and I still can not understand how can yer tail be so big. A terribly cumbersome thing.

• Nah... - I wagged it. - It's not so bad. - My mind was now rushing; some very strange thoughts were filling it. Why, all of a sudden, was he interested in my tail? He's never paid any attention to it, and now? I felt strange. I took two more tubes and added them to the frame. Then I straightened up and went around the bag that had the tent in it. I took the tent out and unfolded it on the ground. My brother was still watching me struggle. I took the frame and went inside of the bundle, setting the whole tent "on its feet". I was unable to see what was going on outside, but I only heard a low grunt and apparently, my brother walked toward the car.

My brain began to work at high speed again. Was it only my tail that my brother was interested in? I shook my head when one of the possible answers went through my mind. - He's my brother! - I thought. - I admit that his strength and decisiveness impressed me... but not in THAT way. I knew that no matter who he went to bed with, a male or a female, I would, personally, rather do it with a female. - I sighed. - But would I really? Once, I actually saw a movie in which two guys were... BUT HE'S MY BROTHER! - My mind was screaming both to my left and right ear.

• Ya're gonna step that mast or are ya gonna become one yerself? - a low voice reached me through the wall of my thoughts.

• Yeah, yeah, just a moment! - I hoisted the tip of the tent on the metal tube. Then, I did the same with the other one and went outside.

Daniel was already tightening the lines and sticking pegs in the ground. It wasn't much of an effort for him; his paws hid some real strength.

Moments later, our shelter was standing in its full glory. Perhaps it was not the largest, but for a triple, it presented itself quite well. I took our sleeping bags and a camping lantern inside. Although I've suspected we're going to be sitting by the fire till the very late, some additional light could always come in handy. Of course, our tent had a vestibule. I spread a blanket under it and put some of our stuff there. To be honest, we could have put them in the trunk, but we decided that in case it started to rain, it would be better to have them close rather than getting wet on the way to the car.

When everything was more or less ready, I told Daniel that I'm going to go look around. He nodded and told me that I could bring some firewood on the way back. That was a good idea. I went toward the lake and then took a left turn, walking on a small trail leading into the forest next to which we pitched our camp.

The sound of the wind dancing in the crowns, water splashing over the tall bank, and the undergrowth crunching under my feet united in a very soothing melody. Serenity came quickly. I slowed both my breathing and walking, calmly looking around and exploring the surroundings. The road was bending to the right. I walked deeper into the forest, studying every tree I was passing by. The forest air already filled my lungs and circulated inside my body, adding new energy to every cell of it. My brain also had to receive a large portion of oxygen, because immediately my mind became full of various thoughts; those about my school, about the college I wanted to attend, and those less pleasant - about my real parents. Suddenly, everything that has been stored in my head has been covered by just one sentence "... how can yer tail be so big", and the vision of my brother looking at me.

I stopped and turned my head back to look at what caught Daniel's eye so much. For me, my tail was just ordinary, plain and simple, and there was nothing exceptional about it. I took it with my paws and began to stroke it gently. It was, as usual, fluffy, white as the rest of me, and quite long. My paw moved a little closer to its base and finally landed on my pants. The thin fabric was the only thing separating my hand from my right buttock. Was Daniel really wondering about my tail? Was it really about it?

My imagination began to run at full speed. I started to see his eyes again. I analyzed them. I tried to give them a neutral expression, but for some reason, I couldn't manage to do it. I squeezed my buttock and at that moment my mind forced me to imagine it was not my paw but Daniel's... NO!!! I shouted in my mind, but as it turned out, unsuccessfully. My paw tightened on my pants again. Why was this thought so exciting? Since I have never been anyone yet, I don't know what it means to be intimate with someone. But he... he's my brother... the closest person to me... He was always there for me... took care of me... cared about me... loved me... That last thought hit me like a lightning, after which an echo of my own answer spread through my head: I love him too.

Suddenly, I felt warm; warmer than because of the sun shining through the treetops. For some reason, I could not take my paw off my rump. The front of my pants was slowly getting tighter. My own body, lead by all those thoughts in my mind, was betraying me; betraying and showing me what it really wanted.

I looked around. I was quite a distance away from the tent. I took a breath and leaned against a tree that was standing next to me. With my left paw, I undid my pants and slid it under my briefs. My sheath was bulgy, hard, and wet. As soon as I touched it, it jumped, as if to show joy because of the presence of my hand. I grabbed it gently and pulled over the waistband. My right paw has already been under my jeans for quite some time, stroking and squeezing my ass. The warm air gently caressed the white fur of the sheath, which was hiding my member, or rather most of it, because the tip has already been peeking outside.

With the first pull on my sheath, my body shivered. I let out a low moan and, while murring from time to time, I began to slowly move my paw up and down. I still kept the image of my brother in my head. He stood in front of me; big and strong. I could smell him. I imagined that the paws that were now molesting me weren't mine, but his. I indulged in those thoughts. The tension inside me grew with every passing stroke and breath. I felt that I can't stand it for long. I began to massage my cock harder and faster. A louder growl escaped my mouth. It mixed with additional wheezing and occasional groans. I was close... so close... closer... ah... I'm... Arrrggggghhhh!!!

Every muscle of my body tensed up and, finally, I fired a long stream of white, creamy sperm into the air; then the second and the third shot. I was gasping for air, pumping the remains of my orgasm out. My paw was still squeezing my penis. Eventually, I stopped feeling incredibly fresh. My member was dripping with fox "milk". I wiped it with my finger, which then went straight into my mouth; I licked it clean, being rather familiar with my own taste, heh heh. I got my limp sheath back into my pants and zipped them.

• Oooohhh... - I sighed and leaned back against the tree. I had to take a little break.

After a few minutes, when I finally felt strong enough to walk, I opened my eyes and looked around. My mind was working normally again. There was no trace of any erotic images. I took a deep breath and straightened up. Daniel told me to gather some firewood. So I started to walk back towards the camp, picking some branches up from the ground.

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Inhale, exhale. Left, right. Come on. A bit more. Left, right. I'll be on the shore soon - I've been telling myself, forcing my body to keep on swimming. With every passing meter, my muscles ached more and more, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Since I can remember, I've always enjoyed swimming; there is something magical about it. I love the feeling of water bathing my whole body, pleasantly cooling it, moisturizing my fur and, in a strange way, in spite of fatigue, filling me with energy. Even going both ways, from one side of the lake to the other and back, although terribly exhausting, gave me a hell of satisfaction.

Wasn't it for my bushy fox tail, which slows me down and makes fast swimming difficult, I would probably want to become a professional swimmer. At school, during PE, otters were always the fastest. We even had a swim team, which - de facto - consisted mostly of them. The team members were very popular. Both boys and girls were always surrounded by a parade of devotees of the opposite sex. That wasn't something strange, though; those perfectly carved males with athlete bodies and beautiful, slender females. I was drooling to some of them myself.

Slowly reaching the shore, I changed my swimming style to a slow breaststroke and then stopped, feeling the ground under my feet. When I came out of the water, I felt the sun gently warming my wet fur. I lifted my hands, feeling like a champion. I did it! I managed to swim both ways. I was exhausted, but happy at the same time. I shook myself off and walked towards our tent. Daniel was laying on a lounger right next to it.

I looked at his almost naked body, covered only by swimming shorts. His eyes were shut and his breathing was steady. I was not sure whether he was sleeping or just resting. The car radio was playing some music. I stood next to the bear and turned around to flick my wet tail over him.

• Don'cha dare.

I laughed. - So, the old bear isn't sleeping in his cave? - I turned around, giving him my innocent look.

• I'm not old. I'm only eight years older than ya. - he said, with his eyes still closed.

I brought a towel for myself out of the tent and spread it on the ground. Laying down was such a relief. I let out a long-drawn sigh. Yeeeaaahhh... Nothing beats a moment of relaxation in the sun after a good swim. Everything around was nice, the air was warm, and even a cool breeze caressed my fur; it was a paradise on earth.

• How's water? - Daniel asked, finally opening his eyes and turning his head towards me.

• Wet... - that was a stupid joke, but still, I laughed. - Quite nice. You know that I'll take every opportunity to swim.

• Yeah...

I looked at the sky and the slowly-floating clouds. After a while, I turned around onto my belly, to dry the rest of my fur. With my eyes closed, I began to listen to the sounds of wind and waves lapping on the shore. It all felt so blissful, making me hope this moment would last forever.

All of a sudden, a loud and low sound spread across the area. My eyes shot open and my head turned toward my brother. I just saw his hairy belly bounce in rhythmic convulsion and a toothy grin spread on his face. Seconds later, a similar sound reached our ears. At that point, Daniel couldn't hold it anymore and burst into loud and honest laughter.

• Someone's hungry, eh? - he said, gasping for air.

I think that despite my white fur, my cheeks were already deeply red. I began to laugh myself, rolling to the side and stroking my belly.

• You can't blame me... - I said. - I swam the entire lake and didn't eat anything in the morning. - I tried to calm my stomach with my paw. Although the bear was big and fat, it was me who had a wolf-like... or rather a fox-like appetite.

• Yeah, actually, what's the time?

• Hmmm... Good question. - I looked up. The sun was still high but slowly hid behind trees. It could have been somewhere between four and five.

• Get yourself a sandwich or something, 'cause the evening is still a bit away and I'm not keen on starting the bonfire yet. - he was looking at me with one eye open.

• Nah... I'm good. - I laid down again smiling as I closed my eyes feeling the afternoon sun warming up my back. The soft towel felt good on my chest and belly as well. The rumbling inside me ceased so I could enjoy the serenity of the surroundings again.

I felt great; tired, yet relaxed. All in all, I even felt a bit sleepy. I gave Daniel one last look and stretched myself as much as I could, letting out another sigh. I decided that taking a short nap wouldn't hurt. However, as I was falling asleep, I heard the bear getting up and walking away somewhere. I didn't want to check what happened; I was just laying there, allowing dreams to slowly enwrap me.

For a while, everything was quiet; a little too quiet, but at some point, I heard some grunting and panting somewhere behind me. These sounds came from the direction of the car. I knew exactly what they meant. I felt strange, despite having heard them coming from Daniel's room, multiple times in the past. But now, being with him in this isolated place, practically alone, listening to them made me feel like an ashamed puppy.

Pretending I was asleep, I turned my head towards the jeep and, with one eye half-open, I peeked to see what was happening.

What I saw made my heart stop. As if he wanted me to see him, my big, furry brother was sitting in the front seat with the door open. His right paw was holding his red organ and slowly massaging it. His legs were wide apart, so I could quietly watch his sack bounce with every stroke. Because of that view, I felt my sheath gradually getting harder. I slowly slipped my hand under myself and tugged on it a few times.

Finally, Daniel stiffened and shot his load into the air. The white steam went up high and splattered on the ground. As if against myself, I murred at the same time and turned my head away, pulling my paw out of my briefs.

I recalled the thing I was doing in the forest and, suddenly, I felt very warm inside. My brother was unbelievable. So strong and manly... Yet again, I felt like a little puppy. Various thoughts began to swarm my head. Daniel always took care of me, he loved me, hugged and comforted me when I was sad. I was important to him, and he was likewise important to me. Why then, today, for the first time, he also became so arousing. He's my family, after all.

The struggle within me began anew. One part of me was screaming that all this was wrong. The second one, though, wanted me to give in. Daniel is a big, strong male; he's confident, likes to command, to rule... to dominate. I remember that, when we were younger, we used to play pretend that we had a dog. He used to put a collar on me and walk me on a leash around the room... Yes, those were some nice memories.

Instantly, thinking about it, the second part of me had modified that memory. Suddenly, with the eyes of my imagination, I saw myself as I am now; naked, with a collar around my neck, a leash hooked to it, and Daniel standing next to me, being naked as well, and walking me around the room. My sheath began to thicken. I saw his rump and his thick, red meat hanging between his legs along with his round, furry balls... Mmmrrr...

At that moment, I wished for this fantasy to become real. I really did. I soared in it when a loud snap brought me back from the world of dreams. I jumped up on the towel, quickly looking around, trying to figure out what's going on. I was still a little dazed, so it took me a moment to realize that all the noise was caused by my brother. He was breaking all the sticks, I've gathered earlier, and arranging them into one big pile. He did not have to put in a lot of strength, although it was visible that, from time to time, he had to use his muscles a bit more. In the blink of an eye, he came back to being my ordinary, brother bear.

It may seem a bit odd, but I started to feel guilty that the person, who was the most important part of my childhood, was now the object of my erotic fantasies. It shouldn't be like that, and I knew it very well. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me? Maybe all those things that I've been noticing; his question about my tail, the way he looked at me, his masturbation in the car, were just a figment of my sexually unsatisfied imagination. Yes. That must have been it. I need to finally find a girl who will occupy my mind enough for me to stop thinking about such things. Maybe at college...

The snapping ceased. I raised my head once more and, immediately, my left eyebrow went higher than the right one. The bonfire my brother made was quite impressive. Daniel also left some additional branches next to it, so we'd be able to sustain it. Nice. Something told me, we would be gazing into the fire for the whole night.

• Now it's mah turn for a swim. - Daniel announced with his low voice and headed toward the lake.

I nodded and watched him until he got in the water and left my sight.

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There are four elements in the world. Each one is different and stands in opposition to others. Earth, which gives us food. Water, which we drink. Air, which we breathe. And fire, that warms us. The lack of at least one of them can be as deadly to ourselves as if we had too much of it. That is why everything must be well balanced. The elements may turn out to be unpredictable: we can drown during a flood, we can die falling from a high mountain, or burn in a house fire. And yet, we need them so much in our lives.

Of all the elements, fire is probably the most devastating, and, at the same time, perhaps the most fascinating. I was never interested in the fire so much, but I have always been impressed by it; the warmth it gave, its beauty and power have always excited me. And without fire, you couldn't make bonfire sausages, no?

I was sitting close to the burning pile, holding a stick with a sausage on it. Daniel was right next to me. He also benefited from the kindness of the flame. I preferred slightly less-roasted meat. He kept his practically inside the inferno, burning it almost to a crisp.

The entire area was shrouded in the evening twilight, and the sky began to sparkle with millions of stars. It wasn't cold, so me and my brother were sitting only in swim trunks. At that moment, the bonfire was the only source of light, and the heat it gave warmed us as well. The lake rustled quietly, and the entire meadow, where we camped, was singing with sounds of crickets and a gentle hum of wild grains.

We were sitting in silence, listening to the whole symphony led by the rhythm of cracking of the burning branches.

• Mine is ready. - I pulled out a plastic plate and carefully slipped the well-roasted sausage on it. Then I put on some mayonnaise and ketchup. Stirring it in a homogeneous sauce, I looked at my brother, who - without a word - pulled his "charcoals" out. We took some bread and started to eat in silence.

My eyes were moving from my plate to the blaze and back, but every now and then, I had the impression, as if Daniel was furtively looking at me. However, I tried to concentrate on my meal. I slowly chewed every bit, squeezing maximum taste and smell from it. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and bonfire food probably does so even faster. So, I put down the plate and stared out, as if hypnotized, into the big flame. I must have drifted off hard because I practically jumped to my feet when I felt a big shaggy paw wrap around me and pull me to an even shaggier body.

My brother, although normally rather cold and confident, had one interesting feature. When he was with me, he became very caring. Sometimes I had the impression that even when nothing threatened me, he wanted to defend me from the whole world at all costs. But I have never complained about it; on the contrary, it suited me very much.

I nestled into his huge, fluffy body and sat there for a while, still staring at the fire. His strong scent and his closeness made my blood run faster through my veins. I felt small, vulnerable, and yet, very safe. Being with him made me feel cozy and warm.

Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver ran down my spine. Daniel's wet tongue was playing with my ear. It paralyzed me. My brother has never done that before. I was in shock and, I think, it was very noticeable, because he immediately stopped and looked at me.

• Yer ok? - he whispered and his paw hugged me even tighter.

My heart was beating wildly. The whole situation was something I was not prepared for. My whole body was stiff as a log. I didn't know what was happening.

• Artie? - he began. - Ya know that ya're my favorite brother?

I kept glaring at the fire. - Y-yeah, I-I'm your only brother.

The bear nodded. - True. But'cha also know that ya're very important to me... - his face approached my cheek. - ... even though we ain't real brothers.

I lowered my head. - I know.

• Luv'ya, lil'bro. - he muttered in my ear. - I know ya saw me in the car. And I saw where yer paw wandered. - he inhaled loudly.

• Y-yeah. - I replied, feeling ashamed and tucked my tail.

• I wanted to check if I wasn't wrong about ya.

• Bu... but I like girls... - I began to stutter.

• And yet, yer body says otherwise. - his second paw gently passed over my swollen crotch.

I was telling myself that I should defend myself against this, pull my legs together, sit up straight, but I couldn't. This was wrong but so pleasant at the same time. My cheeks must have been burning purple by then. The battle inside me lasted; I had no idea what to do anymore.

• Da... Daniel. - I started. - I... I love y-you... but... I d-don't know if w-we're s-supposed to be doing this. Y-you're my brother...

• ... and as a brother, I know who ya are to me and how I feel 'bout ya. I want ya to be happy. - His paw suddenly embraced me through my trunks and gently began to fondle what was hidden under them.

I was in shock that such a strong and big paw could be so gentle. My body started to cheat on me again. - So... that question... about my tail...?

The bear chuckled and nodded. - Ye... I was checking yer ass out. Ya have a great ass. Very sexy. - At that moment, the arm that was holding me slid down to my rump and grabbed my left buttock.

Immediately, all the fantasies that haunted my mind in the woods today erupted in my head. Was this really happening? I couldn't explain it to myself now. I could only feel my sheath swelling with every movement of my brother's paw on it. A shiver went through my body every now and then, and every now and then a wet tongue licked my ear, making it wet and sending those slobbery sounds right through my head.

Involuntarily, my legs were spreading wider and wider. I devoted myself more and more to all that I've been experiencing now. I wasn't even surprised when Daniel let go of my bulge and calmly slipped his paw under my trunks, gently embracing my testicles. A slight murmur escaped my mouth. I ceased to fight myself anymore. I wanted it, I longed for it... I wanted him to grope me; to caress me.

Seeing that I was drifting away in ecstasy, Daniel stopped and took his paw out of my pants.

I kept drifting in my exultation when I felt something trying to take the rest of my clothing off of me. I looked down and saw my swimming trunks being pulled down and my swollen, white sheath now proudly parading in the company of a pair of fox testicles. The tip of my black member protruded outside of it and dripped with a large amount of wet precum.

Looking at myself, I didn't even notice that Daniel also pulled his boxers off. He embraced me again and began to hug me tightly. I felt his large organ on my back, along with a pair of hairy balls leaning against the base of my tail. His hand was moving slowly over my torso and stomach. The flame, next to which we sat sideways, warmed our bodies and so much more...

I have finally allowed myself to relax. I was looking at the brown paws running through my fur. The whole world around us disappeared; it plunged into darkness and lost its meaning. Only what was happening here and now was important.

The shaggy bear began to lick and smell the fur of my head. The air he inhaled and exhaled was humming in my ears. I was no longer his brother; I was his property, his toy, an object with which he could do whatever he liked... and I wanted it. I felt his swollen dick pulsate and wet my back. My head became full of images similar to some low-budget porn movies. I imagined him tying my paws behind my back, placing me on my knees with my face on the ground and my rump in the air, and sinking that huge piece of meat, that was currently kneading me from behind, under my tail.

He grabbed my sheath and began to massage it, each time pulling it down. However, it was getting more and more difficult, because with every passing second my member swelled and its base began to expand. The feeling of his huge, strong paw around the most delicate part of my body, pushed me into ecstasy beyond my imagining.

My hands were drifting over my torso, teasing my nipples from time to time; pinching, squeezing and twisting them slightly. Having my eyes shut, I fully devoted myself to the sensation and warmth of my brother's closeness. His touch drove me off the limits. My hips waved to the rhythm set by his strong bear paw.

After a while, the only thing blocking my black member from completely leaving its hiding spot was the thick knot that wedged it inside. That was the moment when things became less pleasant, especially that, at that moment, Daniel wrapped his other hand around me, holding me in place and restraining my paws. I groaned, feeling the pain caused by his strenuous attempts to almost squeeze my member out of the white sheath. All of my muscles tensed, trying to avoid the inevitable. The only thing that broke through all my defense mechanisms was a firm and imperative "Calm down...", and at that very second all the pain ceased, turning itself into a wave of pleasant bliss. My thick-based foxhood had finally left its cozy home, sending a new set of thrills through my spine.

I wasn't left with a lot of time to relax, because the huge paw immediately grabbed my balls and gently squeezed them.

• Feelin' good? - the bear whispered in my ear.

The only thing I could give as an answer was a low grunt of satisfaction.

• S'good... - he licked my neck. - Maybe ya'd like to take care of me now?

These words hit me like a bucket of cold water, waking me up from my ecstasy. I began to wonder what Daniel really expected from me. He knew what to do, how to give pleasure to someone: me, in this case. And me? What did I know? I have never been with anyone, I had no experience. I only knew how to masturbate, and - quite possibly - he expected something more than me just wanking him off.

My mind was raging; reaching a state of panic. I sat sideways to him. His legs were spread wide, exposing his huge package with no remorse or humility. I had my eyes fixed on that view and wondered what should I do now. My mind was rushing through all the porn I've seen, trying to find anything I could do; any idea, anything...

• Relax, bro... - Daniel seemed to notice my embarrassment. - Slowly... - he took my hand and calmly began to guide me. First, he put it on the tip of his cock and began to move it in small circles, as if he wanted to moisten my hand with his precum. I was shocked to see that his cockhead, despite its considerable size, fitted perfectly in my paw. He kept moving my hand while murring at the same time.

I kept my eyes on his crotch. As if subconsciously, I took matters in my own hands - literally, hah, hah - and began to caress his dick by myself. As soon as I began to act on my own, Daniel released my paw and comfortably leaned back. By that time, I began to move my fingers gently along his entire length, palpating and moisturizing every dark-red millimeter of the bearish manhood. Its size and its thickness were mesmerizing.

The murmurs that were coming from his mouth were getting lower and louder. The mighty brown bear seemed totally under my control. I clenched my paw on his meat and began to move it in a familiar rhythm. Its tip was dripping hard with pre. Every now and then, with my free hand, I collected the crystalline liquid and rubbed it into that pulsing piece of flesh. The fluid itself moistened his skin and reduced the friction, which certainly made my actions a lot more pleasurable for my brother.

Out of pure curiosity, I used my finger to collect the sticky liquid and placed it on my tongue. I have tried my own precum countless times, and even shot my fox seed directly into my mouth, just to check the taste of it, but all of that was nothing in comparison to what was now coating the inside of my muzzle. My lips tightened around my finger, almost as if I had just eaten a whole lemon. However, my brother was not sour, no, he was extremely salty.

Seeing my face have caused Daniel to chuckle. He looked at me and let out a low grunt. - Don't be afraid. It doesn't bite.

• Huh? - I looked at him, being unsure of what he meant. The spoonful of salt I just consumed melted away and, to my surprise, was no longer unsavory. Actually, it became an acquired taste. I licked my lips, looking at the bear, still trying to figure out what was on his mind.

• It doesn't taste the same off yar finger. Ya should try it straight from the tip.

If my eyes could widen even more, they would probably have popped out by now. Daniel urged me to try his pre straight from his cock. He wanted me to lick this salty liquid straight from the gap that produced it. I was surprised, but not shocked. I looked again at his member. Its tip was already dripping wet with a large amount of his salty lubricant. I was hesitant. After all, doing this to my brother with my paw didn't seem very shameful anymore, but touching his cock with his lips? Was this not too much? Wouldn't I go too far?

The moment of hesitation lasted for some time, but then, feeling like I was about to bungee jump, I bent down and licked the big head of the bear member dry.

A low moan of ecstasy reached my ears this very moment. A heavy, furry paw landed on my head and began to scritch me with its clawed fingers right behind my left ear. I felt the incredible pleasure that every canine experience when being scratched in that particular place.

I was kneeling between my brother's legs and, while being guided by the scratching, I began to lick his member like a delicious lollipop, at the same time giving myself to the rewarding caress. My tail - lifted straight up for some time - allowed the cool, night air to gently sweep the hole under it. My white sack and black member were shamelessly hanging between my legs; the knot was still blocking my rod from hiding. If someone approached me from behind at that moment, they would have full access to my rear. I didn't care, though. Right now my tongue was busy with that fat, wet cock, and if anyone wanted, they could do whatever they wanted to my ass. My mind was drifting away with ecstasy no less intense than what Daniel was undergoing.

I felt exposed like never before. Of course, I remember that as a puppy I was bathing with Daniel in one bathtub. It was, however, in the comfort of our home; our bathroom, not on a meadow, under the mantle of an early night, next to a burning bonfire. It was all so... different... exciting... perverted. Licking my brother's cock in an almost public place was sending thrills over my spine.

My mind was blasting forward, flashing new images in my head. My cock twitched every now and then, dripping with long globes of sticky precum. I wanted to do more, so much more! Not being able to control myself anymore, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I took as much of the bearish meat inside as it was possible. Minding my teeth, I wrapped my lips around the thick organ and licked its underside with my tongue.

I began to bob my head, taking the fleshy member in and pulling it out of my mouth in a rhythmical motion. It didn't take long before my whole mouth was coated with a significant amount of the salty liquid my brother was making. I tried to wash the entire surface of the bearhood with my tongue, but I had fairly limited room for such maneuvers since that tasty cock fitted my mouth just right.

The moans and grunts of pleasure were the only things I could hear. It was obvious that what I did, suited Daniel very much. Not to mention, I enjoyed it too; just to please the larger, stronger male was a dream come true.

While my mouth tasted the saltiness, my nose inhaled the strong, tart scent of musk. It had to get right to my brain because I felt dizzy and all kinds of colorful images ran in front of my eyes. Many of them gave me new ideas about what could happen tonight. In the more perverted ones, I saw Daniel tying my paws, lying me on my back, and using as he pleased. In others, we laid next to each other - me facing the fire and him spooning me from behind - passionately making love, like a pair of lovers.

I took his balls with my right paw. These two orbs were huge; I was shocked that they were so heavy and much larger than the piece of meat in my mouth. I began to play with them, gently massaging and fondling them.

After a while, I realized what would happen if all of the sperm stored in them was shot into my mouth. I wasn't sure I could drink all of it. Quite possibly, my brother's "milk" could be less salty than his precum, but its quantity would probably be "more than I could swallow".

Suddenly, Daniel grabbed the back of my head and pushed me a little harder, forcing me almost to swallow the head of his cock. Instantly, the gag reflex kicked it. I released his testicles and, fighting for air, pushed myself away, landing back on my ass.

• What... *cough* ... are you doing!? - I gasped.

The bear jumped to me and held me up to help me catch my breath. - Sorry! - he started. - I got carried away. Forgot ya never did that.

I growled slightly, but in a moment I smirked teasingly. - I think I was doing a bit too well, as for my first time. - I said looking at his wet, swollen member. - Your thing is something, though.

Daniel smiled proudly. - Yah, seems so. - He looked between my legs. - But ya're not the worst either. - Then he bent down and smelled my pack. - Mmmm... not bad, indeed. - His thick tongue stuck out from the hairy, long muzzle and licked me with one stroke, going right from the underside of my sack to the very tip of my black missile.

• Ooooh! - I groaned, now sitting in the same position my brother was sitting just a moment ago. I watched his big head dive between my legs. The flexible tongue carefully and slowly moistened my balls.

Hearing me sigh, Daniel grunted and looked up. He grabbed my feet and lifted them without much effort, forcing me to lie down.

I felt like a small, defenseless puppy, which lays on its back, showing its belly in a gesture of submission. Given I was also naked, my cheeks must have been burning red, because my face felt extra warm. I looked around for a moment. The fire seemed to dim slightly and everything around was so calm. My body felt so relaxed right now.

However, this state did not last long. A sudden shiver rushed through me. I looked down and saw my brother just touching my tailhole with his cold, wet nose. The moment he let out all the warm air in one blast, my legs spread even wider, giving him full access to my hole.

Daniel must have been waiting just for that because I immediately felt something even wetter sliding between my asscheeks. He was licking me! My brother was licking my ass. Yuck! That was disgusting... but... at the same time... so pleasant. In an instant, my body responded to this unusual caress, my torso arched forward in an incredible curve. I moaned so loud and at such a high pitch, I sounded almost like some lusty female. Catching myself in the act, I immediately covered my mouth. Unfortunately, the milk has already been spilled and I could only hear the low laughing grunt coming from the fat bear.

I wanted to say something. to react, but at that moment the writhing tongue began to squeeze itself inside me. I took a quick breath. An electrifying wave of pleasure has severed my brain from my body. I didn't know what was happening to me; legs parted at an almost impossible angle, and my head glided backward. My whole sense of morality has dropped to zero. All of the rules were burning in the fire of ecstasy I was experiencing right now.

The bear's tongue penetrated me some more and then slipped out. Once again I was enveloped by the sweet bliss. I kept my eyes shut, floating on the waves of pure felicity. Was this really happening? I opened my eyes and looked at the brown giant towering over me.

We looked at each other in silence. His eyes glistened with the light of the reflected bonfire. I knew what he wanted; it was too obvious. I looked down. His fat erection was dripping on my throbbing member. I doubted that I would be able to handle that monster. One time, I tried something like that with a neck of an empty beer bottle and it was great, but his cock was at least 3 times as thick.

Not really knowing why, I curled my tait and moved it between my brother's firm buttocks, sliding it over his testicles and member. My head nodded slightly, and a faint purr escaped my mouth.

Daniel smiled and leaned toward. - Don'cha worry. I'll be gentle. - He licked my ear. - Turn on yar belly and lift yar tail. - Then he straightened up, giving me as much space as I needed.

I sat up straight and for the last time took the protruding penis in my paws. I licked its tip and tasted the salty liquid again. Licking my lips, I turned on my side, just to kneel like a good doggy, setting myself in the right position. Waving my tail with satisfaction, I looked behind me. I was ready. I wanted it to happen. My body was on fire, and my penis throbbed, hanging between my legs. I knew it would hurt, but I didn't care.

I felt a boiling mixture of adrenaline, excitement, and perversion. What if someone was watching us? And what if someone saw everything that has happened so far and will see even more? Ah, fuck it! Let them look! Let them look and soar in envy that my own brother - the person who was closest to me in my life - was now showing me his love in the most direct of ways.

In the flood of thoughts, I felt the big, wet head of his cock pressing against my ring, and his strong paw grabbing and pulling my tail up. I was on my four, like a puppy waiting for a spanking, but instead of a strong and painful slap, I felt a gentle squeeze on my left buttock.

Daniel began to add more pressure to my anus.

• Relax, bro. - he gasped and poked his thumb under my tail. He pressed a little above my hole, which immediately sent my tail up high and made all my muscles relax. As soon as it happened, a large piece of bear meat slowly began to enter me.

The pain immediately pierced my whole body. The thing that was being pushed inside me did not have a typical animal shape. It had a thick head at the very top, which meant that I was immediately stretched to the limit. At the moment, reality broke through the fog of excitement. It hurt... it hurt mercilessly. For a moment I thought I could take it, but I couldn't. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to break free, I wanted to push this monster out, but I heard a soft growl right above my ear.

• Easy there... Calm down.

I groaned. - Pull out... Please... Get out! It hurts!... Pull out! - I begged, clenching my teeth.

• It's too late. - there was no more tenderness in my brother's voice; on the contrary, it seemed that it wasn't him inside me right now.

• Daniel! Please... pull... - I gasped as I felt two rows of sharp teeth on my neck. They caught my nape and held it there, forcing me to submit. I felt my brother's dick sinking in me, and when the big head popped inside, the muscles of my ring finally loosened a little.

I writhed and squealed, but the bear didn't pay any attention to it and just kept pushing. The huge piece of meat was sliding in, millimeter by millimeter, and with that, tears ran down my cheeks.

A few seconds later Daniel stopped and, panting in my ear, let go of the skin of my scruff. - I'm... sorry, bro... - the wet tongue started to lick my neck. I hoped there were no visible bite marks there. - Relax. The pain will pass soon.

My rump was tightly filled with the throbbing cock. The pain continued to knead my whole body, but soon enough all discomfort began to fade.

• Daniel? - I let out a questioning gasp.

• I had to do this. Otherwise, ya'd break away and, if we were to try again, the second time wouldn't be any less painful. - the brown male began to lick my ears soothingly. - That is if ya'd even want to do try again. - he murmured and licked be again. - Can ya feel it?

Slowly, my body began to relax. Yes, there was no more pain, but a pleasant feeling of fullness. I nodded. I felt him inside me. We were one now; not only as brothers but lovers as well. My whole being was filled by this indescribable joy and pride that my brother shared such an intimate moment with me. I purred like a kitten.

Daniel began to pull out slowly.

I arched my back and my tail bent into a tightest letter "C" it could. My ass was on fire, but that fire did not burn, but pleasantly warmed every cell of my body. It seemed to me as if the bonfire we've been next to, somehow got inside me and filled me with its warmth.

The fat penis began to move inward again.

I moaned with wild lust. That was too overwhelming. I wanted to do more; I wanted to please Daniel and so - as if involuntarily - I began to push back. My desire to have him inside me grew; I needed him deep. The whole excitement made me gasp.

A low grunt of satisfaction rang in my ears.

• Feeling better now, no?

• Hah... yes... faster... - I replied. It wasn't until a second later that I realized how I said it. My voice sounded like a horny slut from some cheap porn movie. Was it really me? Was I some perverted boy, whose only wish was to be used by that huge male? Hah... I guess I was, and I liked the idea. Yes, I wanted him to use me to his liking.

• Will mah bro be good and won't struggle?

That question made me feel like a pet, Daniel wanted to train. I had to analyze it again, and when it came to 'analyzing', the thing in my ass was of great help to me. As soon as I felt his balls touch mine, I nodded. - Yes, I'll be good.

• Well... then brace yarself. - With these words, Daniel went into a slightly faster rhythm than before. He pushed in and out with the frequency of my heartbeat. Or maybe it wasn't my heart, but my dick throbbing in the rhythm of his thrusts? I didn't know which way it worked, but I didn't care either.

The heat, caused by the movement under my tail, was spreading through my body, reaching and energizing every cell of it. My heart was pounding like a diesel engine piston, going full speed, pumping hot blood through my veins. Lungs were inhaling and exhaling like a pair of huge, tireless bellows. Every element of my body worked together in perfect harmony.

Daniel kept his paws on my buttocks and squeezed them gently. From time to time, he spread them wider and then squeezed together. His manhood pulsed and filled me with his warm precum.

My member started banging on my stomach as soon as the bear using my ass increased his speed. I moaned; I couldn't stop it. I felt that I wouldn't be able to keep what was building in my balls for much longer, and the big dick massaging my prostate certainly wasn't helping. - Daniel... Da... I... I'm gonna... ah...!

I was past the point of no return. I came paws free, shooting long streams of white sperm between my legs, decorating the grass below. It was probably the fastest orgasm I've ever had. My head felt dizzy as if someone just fired a cannon next to us, and my heart was pounding as if I had a jackhammer under my ribs.

Daniel murred and leaned closer to me. I felt his hot breath on my neck again, and - right after - his teeth gripping my nape. He wasn't as brutal and imperious as he had been before; he was just holding me, to let me know that this is not over yet.

• Good foxy. A bit more and I'll breed ya. Ya wan'it? - the bear snarled to me through clenched teeth.

I moaned submissively. - Yes... give it to me... cum in me, big bro...

• Good... - that word was like a fuse; like a pressed clutch, just to shift up a gear. My brother started to fuck me with new, increased strength and speed.

I squealed in ecstasy. It was great. A mixture of pain and pleasure. I thought that in a moment my ass will start burning with real fire. Daniel pushed his dick in with such force that I could hardly hold myself in place.

Suddenly, he stopped, released my neck, took a deep breath and with one final push entered me with all his length, roaring above my ear. Immediately, I felt the specific pulsing of his meat and the warmth and weight of his sticky bear seed filling me. The big brown testicles were being emptied right into my ass. Oh, god... All the stars in the sky began to shine brighter than ever before.

I murmured, feeling my belly fill with his sperm.

When Daniel was finished, he fell on me. His weight was something that my tired legs and paws couldn't support anymore. I fell on the ground too, wetting my fur with the white stuff I sprayed the grass with, myself.

The bear just laid on me, panting. I loved his weight and size on me. I felt I belonged to him right now. He began to lick me and purr into my ear. - Waiter, can I order a bro like that every evening.

• Yeah, and mom would have us both neutered.

• Nah, ya don't say?! - Daniel replied with an unnaturally high pitched voice, pretending to be a eunuch.

I burst out laughing and then murred. I was exhausted.

We laid there by the warm, dying fire. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. The only thing I remember was Daniel coming out of me and carrying me to our tent.

Inside, he embraced me with his strong arm, cuddling my back and covering us both with a blanket. I leaned closer to his stomach and chest, and let the undisturbed dream envelop me.

And so, it has happened. My brother and I were finally one, truly one; a real family. His seed inside me sealed it and, although no one would ever know about it, we knew that from that moment we had a real bond between us. Me, a fox named Arthur, and him, a bear named Daniel... brothers.

• THE END -