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"T-Tom..." the younger brother said as he bit his hand to muffle the following groan. "We shouldn't..."

His older brother was on his knees in front of him. The larger todd had stopped by his sibling's grocery store for a little lunchtime fun. The incestuous duo were hiding in the produce back room, where Jacob himself said was "essentially dead" after 10pm. It was 11, according to the clock on the wall.

"Why not? No one's gonna come back here," was the prepared reply. Jacob didn't want to admit that the likelihood was so low as to near assurance, but it was still only "almost."

"What if--" He had to stop and bite his hand again, the fellatio-instigated moan easily mistaken for the hum of the coolers. He spread his legs to keep his brother from yanking his pants down further, but a few good tugs from the more burly fox won. There would be no way to "this isn't what it looks like" this if someone walked in.

Tom dismissed the theoretical with a repeated, "No one's gonna come back here," before he went back to blowing his brother. The jock wasn't very good at it, but his brother wouldn't know any better, since they'd lost their virginities to each other and had neither found a reason to explore outside themselves nor had a chance to. Not that they really gave themselves the chance, either.

Getting a mouthful of spunk wasn't on his to-do list tonight, anyway. Not tonight or virtually any other. He had to get the younger blood hot before the tail would lift willingly. And this was the perfect place to do it, all things considered: the tables for preparing the produce were low enough to sit upon comfortably, and it'd make things easier for their mild height difference too, once the time came.

Once he tasted the salty warning sign of male arousal, Tom pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm. "A'ight, turn around," he said with a bit of husk in his voice. Just as he'd guessed, he'd revved up Jacob's engines enough to get him to stop complaining.

"Just... Don't knot me," was the last thing Jacob had to say. Who needed to be quick when they had time to kill? Especially if no knotting occurred. Tom knew that patience was a virtue, and he also knew that thorough lubrication made things better for both parties involved.

Trusting his brother implicitly, he dug in with his maw for a good rimming. Jacob had to bite his arm to contain himself both bodily and vocally, and he squeezed and tugged at the edge of the metal table. His pucker was well-loved, both in general and in the moment. He knew he'd be expected to return the favor later, though probably not with the subsequent ass fucking. Not that he particularly minded as the less-masculine brother.

"Ready?" Tom asked, though he knew he wouldn't get a reply. The thin fox before him trembled and panted unsteadily, and he had to lay himself over the rubber-matted table. With a victorious grin plastered on his muzzle, Tom spat into his hand, spread the spit on his shaft, and then did it again. Then he lined himself up.

As far as Tom concerned, they'd gone through foreplay, and now it was his turn to have his fun. His penis wasn't anything to scoff at, especially for a fox, but it eclipsed Jacob's own arousal, which now dribbled with greater frequency onto the table. There wasn't a period of savoring the first penetration, just incessant humps until he was balls-deep, then full and fluid thrusts. The girly moans that his brother muffled with his arm were far higher in register than the coolers, now.

Jacob slid his non-bitten hand down and back to mimic his brother's motions on his own throbbing meat. It didn't take long for him to reach his peak with the prior sucking, and he squealed again while he squeezed with his jaw hard enough to leave divots in and under the fur. He squeezed both his masturbating hand and his tailhole to match Tom's pace, but the top had picked up the pace when his bitch started to cum.

With his little brother's mess left on the table, Tom suddenly scooped his brother up and rammed him into the nearest wall. He exhibited far more lupine traits than vulpine with a savage barrage of butt-jiggling thrusts coupled with his maw being buried in the crook of his little brother's neck, where he found a good grip with his teeth. He chewed and sucked on the younger flesh, and the reactions to his attention drew more masculinity from him.

Meanwhile, Jacob faced a conundrum. Not the overstimulation of his prostate, although it would make it harder to recover to go back to work. His actual issue was that he trapped his arms between his chest and the wall, and now he had no way of muffling himself. "T-Tom, wai-it, I -- Fuck!" His lost his words in a whine stuttered by the ass assault. He hoped no one was buying any fruits or veggies right now.

The older sibling took no sympathetic action on his underling's plight, and as usual focused on his own release. Instead of relenting in the slightest, he doubled down on his aggressive sex. They'd started just barely a minute after his brother's lunch half-hour started, and the small he-vixen's inconsequential protests delayed him getting in by a few minutes. The dominant fox didn't have a good grasp on time estimation, and that was even when he cared.

There were a few more calls for his attention, but Tom ignored them in favor of focusing on the blissful fuck. The quicker he finished, the quicker Jacob could stop complaining about whatever it was. And soon enough, his bulbus glandis swelled to warn of that ending. This was the first time that his hips halted beside the change in position, and it was to let his bitch feel the growth.

The way his little brother barked reminded him he was told not to tie... He considered briefly ignoring the condition, but it would mean the end of these types of fun trysts. So he contented himself with popping the knot in and out of that slightly swollen rim thrice before it reached its full mass, then resuming his sprint to the finish.

Another dozen thrusts with each one threatening to push the fat bulb through the stretched anus was all it took for Tom to reach finality. He bit hard again as she snarled and lost himself within his sibling. The recipient of this treatment couldn't stand it anymore, and he reached a hands-free climax, this time painting the wall. It was less fruitful, since he'd just had a climax himself, but it was also just at the outer edge of his refractory period, and it was hands-free, which compounded to be a body-shuddering experience.

Without a thought to the forthcoming mess, Tom withdrew and set Jacob down, who immediately collapsed to his knees. Tom wasn't exactly capable of much thought at the moment, as his brain was desperate for oxygen and poured everything into sucking in tremendous amounts of air. The big fox dropped to his own butt on the concrete floor with a whumph and a series of sighs. "God, I fucking needed that."

Jacob, despite having getting fucked near-silly and having two intense orgasms in quick succession, forced himself up onto his paws. "God, you... My pants!" His ass leaked the copious incestuous protein donation, and it had smeared the back of his slacks with the white stuff. In desperation, he used the inside of a pocket of his discarded apron to minimize the visible stain.

He didn't have long to think about what he'd say if someone pointed it out, or how he would even avoid such an event from happening. His manager just rounded the corner.