Maple Syrup Part 1
Ello Gov'na! This is my latest mini story, kinda came to me suddenly. Filled with lots of naughtiness I know you guys like! I hope you enjoy!!
General Warning: This story contains yiff not for viewers under the age of 18 (21 in some places) . . . blah, blah, blah, gay incest, blah, maple syrup, blah, blah, blah.
Side note: When trying this at home, please make sure to microwave the syrup first.
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Maple Syrup
Part 1
by. Neptune Wolf
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Since the day I was born, my big brother played pranks on me. He got me every time with with silliness. He's done everything from setting my head-fur on fire, to the old classics like the hand-in-warm-water trick. He even has his own favorites like gluing my fur to my sheets when I'm sleep. Broderick is a menace! A 17 year old menace I tell you! Because of him, I know every trick and look out for them constantly. My friends at school call me 'Superstitious Alex' because I go out of my way to make sure no one plays a trick on me.
But yesterday, my 13th birthday, that all changed, a little. I saw a different side to my brother.
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I went to sleep that night before my birthday after making sure my bedroom door was locked (like always). I had one wish; that my brother would just give me a break for just one day. I rested my head comfortably on my pillow that night with that one hope in my mind.
The next morning came and to my surprise, Broderick was sitting on the side of me bed. I immediately jumped up with a 'meep!' and fell out of my bed.
"Happy birthday, lil bro." He said as he helped me up.
"How'd you get in here!?!" I barked at him. He only giggled slightly, seeing my gray fur ruffled up.
"You know you're cute when you're mad?" I tilted my head to the side, taken by surprise by his words. He quickly pulled me up out of bed. "Come on downstairs. I made breakfast today."
When he said that I felt really weird, like I was in the Twilight Zone or something. I only smiled slyly at him. I just knew it was a trick of some kind.
"Yeah right, Brod. Like I'd every eat anything you cooked." I got back into bed and buried myself under the covers. It was Saturday and no school, so I had nothing to worry about. Broderick nudged me slightly.
"You sure? Mom and Dad are already downstairs waiting on the 'Birthday Boy'. You can stay up here all ya like. It IS your birthday and you can do what you want."
My ears perked from under the covers. "Mom and Dad are downstairs?" I asked skeptically as he peaked my head from under the covers. Our parents usually worked mornings on Saturday at the law firm together. I saw him nod and start to get up.
"Well, I'll guess I'll tell them you are still sleep." he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. I saw him open my door and walk out. I thought for a moment. Maybe I should play along? Maybe I shouldn't? But then, my stomach growled. Some breakfast wouldn't be a bad idea at the time.
I hopped out of bed with my cotton boxers on and quickly put on some old green jogging pants. I crept slowly to my door. Broderick could be lurking around, or maybe set some kind of trap. I grabbed a stick I keep next to my dresser and quickly opened the door and jumped back even quicker. The door knob wasn't electrified. There was no bucket of hot oatmeal pouring down. There was no elaborate chain reaction that shot me in the chest with a beanbag gun. I let out a sigh of relief and cautiously proceeded out of my room. I looked around. There was no one in sight. Just then I heard a voice call me.
"Alex! Come on down here fer breakfast! Your brother made something nice." It was my mom. Again, I let out a sigh of relief.
I marched proudly downstairs with my fluffy tail wagging behind me. Maybe my wish was granted? I don't know. I'm not sure. But as I went into dining room and saw the three of them sitting there with an empty setting just for me, I felt special. I usually did nothing for my birthdays. My mom would always attempt to throw a surprise party with my friends, but I always found out.
I sat down at the table. My bro had a plate of food for me already set, knowing that I would change my mind. I smiled a bit. He wouldn't dare do anything in front of mom and dad, but I still sniffed he food quickly. It smelled normal, so I ate it. It was actually good! Sausage, eggs, toast, strawberry jam (the good stuff), Waffles with syrup, and apple juice. It was SOOO tasty. I think I even licked the plate when I was done. My bro had done a really good job. Maybe he decided to give me a break after all?
It was after I'd finished eating when my parents told me they had to leave for work. I didn't mind at all, especially with Broderick being as nice as he was that day. And besides, all I was going to do was sit back and relax. Being in the 7th grade, first chair trumpet player, anime club member, and being captain of the soccer team got tiresome after a while. All I wanted was a free day to relax. They wished me a happy thirteenth birthday and were off, probably until about 11 that night.
As soon as the door closed, my bro smiled wide. He got up to clear the dishes off the table.
"So Alex. Liked the breakfast?" He asked simply. I nodded. "How were the syrup?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled. I looked over at the brown bottle of syrup then up at him.
"It was good. Nice and Maple-y." I said with a smile. He smiled too, taking the bottle into his lupine paws.
"Glad ya liked it. My own 'special' recipe." he said. I smirked.
"You spit in it?" He shook his head no.
"You wish it was my spit, but for you, on your birthday and all, I decided to give ya something special." He said. It took me a few moments to figure out what he meant, but then I noticed the tent in his jeans. My ears drooped. "Yep, lil bro. Pawed off all last night just for you. Happy birthday. Hehehe."
I didn't believe it. It tasted normal to me. Actually, it was better than normal. It was more . . . tangy, but in a good maple-y way. It was even warm. I licked my lips, tasting the little bit that lingered in my mouth. Broderick looked at me funny.
"You liked it?" He said disappointedly. I blushed and nodded, still not believing he done what I think he did. He opened the bottle and sniffed it before drinking down a taste of his own 'tainted' maple syrup. I giggled as he licked his lips with his wide lupine tongue and took another longer sip of the sweet syrup. The older wolf had a confuzzled look on his muzzle.
"Well I'll be damned! It is pretty good! Who'da thought 1-part jizz to 2-parts maple syrup would taste so good!"
My ears perked.
"Say that again?" I demanded softly, getting out of my chair to snatch the bottle out of his paws.
"One part jizz to two parts maple syrup." he repeated slowly. "You DO know what 'jizz' is, right?"
I smirked. He caught me pawing off on more than 10 occasions this week alone. Of course he knew that I knew what it was. I ignored him and took another sip of the mixture and again I was astounded by the sweet n' tangy taste in my muzzle. Broderick just looked at me then smiled.
"Hmm. I got an idea! . . . that is, if you're up to it." He said with a bit of excitement. His tail wagged behind him and he bounced on his heels slightly (something he does when he's really excited about something). I looked up at him a bit worried that I knew what he had in mind. Then he did something unexpected; he hugged me! He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly, full-heartedly. I reluctantly hugged him back, equally as tight. I decided to buy into this new trick he conjured up for my birthday.
"I love you, Alex. I just want you to know that I always have." He whispered into my ear. "Do know that if you don't want to do this, you don't have to, okay?"
My ears perked again. Did he just assume that I already knew what he was thinking? I sighed. We are too much alike at times. I simply nodded in response. To clarify things, I asked,
"What are you talking about?"
"I want me and you to have a little fun with maple syrup and cum." He said rather boldly with a smile. He leaned down and kissed me.
"EWWW!!" I shouted, spitting on the floor. 'Did he just kiss me on the lips?' I asked myself. He giggled slightly, running a paw though my tawny gray chestfur.
"Come on bro! You know you liked it. Just try a few things with me." He said. "It'll be fun, I promise." He added, sweet and innocent-like. There was so much wrong with his proposition, my head spun. Here, right in front of me, my older brother just asked me, his MALE BROTHER to have a little 'fun with maple syrup and cum'. I shivered slightly. In a way, it wasn't a question, knowing my brother. He was 7 inches taller than me and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds of lean muscle. Even with a smile, he seemed to pressure me into doing anything for him. But at the same time, I wanted to do this. Yes, I know my bro is gay, or at least bi based on the number of gay yiff flicks he keeps under his mattress. And yes, he knows I'm gay by the many times he caught me with a warm carrot in my tailhole.
And lets face it; My bro is hot. I'd be the first to say it! He had all of dad's lean, muscular masculine build with that rich, white-tinged gray fur. I had gotten an unbalanced mixture of my mom's thin, small frame and feminine looks, and very little of dad's masculinity. It's not like my bro is an Adonis or anything, just a very well looking wolf. I thought about his offer as his paws somehow made their way to my rump, kneading each cheek softly. I blushed and looked down a bit, embarrassed that I was actually going to do this for the first time with my brother.
"Why not?" I said softly, still looking down. I could almost feel his smile, but what I felt most was his paws around my waist. Without hesitating, he picked me up and sat me on the table as if I were a pup. I 'meeped' softly as I always did when taken by surprise, which made him chuckle.
"If only you knew ow cute you are." He said, taking the bottle of syrup from my paws. He poured a small drop of it onto my chestfur which caused an immediate tenseness in my body. It was warmer than I expected, or it was just that I was nervous about what my bro had in store.
He poured a little more on me, then more and more still until it ran in a thick river of sweet-tangy-saltiness to the elastic of my sweat pants. I watched it trickle down, dampening the crotch before pooling in an indentation, caused by my thickening sheath. I was somehow mesmerized by the sweet scent and almost didn't notice the wet tongue on my chest, making its way down to the crotch of my loose-fitting sweat pants.
I murred, relaxing more and more as I felt my brother's skilled paws kneaded my inner thigh as he licked. His tongue was everywhere! It felt weird having my own brother lick me like an ice cream cone. The older wolf seemed to enjoy the sweet taste of the warm maple syrup and pup. I murred softly, leaning back on my elbows on the table when he slid the elastic down to my knees.
Broderick wasted no time. He poured a generous amount of the sweet-tangy syrup onto my sheath in a rich, dark, warm flow. I watched intently as it dripped down my white-furred sheath and young ball-sac almost dripping to the floor, only to be caught by my brother's wide tongue before it hit the table. My wolfhood was already slipping out of it's sheath before he started stroking my sheath with the sticky syrup, working it into my fur and his pawpads. I suddenly felt a sticky paw on my chest, pushing me down to lay on my back.
"Relax, lil bro. You look tense." I leaned on my back, my legs dangling off the table. Brod kept stroking my sheath, eliciting more and more of my member out. I heard him giggle.
"What?!?" I leaned forward suddenly on my elbows. He chuckled some more.
"Five inches, lil bro? I thought you were 13 today, not 6." he teased. I rolled my eyes, slightly embarrassed, but before I could get a word in, I shuddered suddenly as the warm buttery syrup enveloped my cock from tip to sheath. It was so warm and sticky. I was in heaven. The sweet mix of smells of male arousal and maple syrup entered my nose and made my mind float.
His paw pads were around my young 5 inches of wolf meat, stroking me with the sweet sticky syrup, making a wet, sticky, sloshing noise with each stroke. Out of nowhere, the pleasure intensified 10 fold. I couldn't help but moan out suddenly, my paws gripping the white tablecloth. My swishing tail knocking over silverware and a glass to the floor, shattering. It took all of my strength to lean my head forward to see what was happening.
Broderick's muzzle was around my cock, bobbing up and down. I had seen it several times before in my bro's secret stash of vids but I never thought it would have felt that good! I threw my head back again. It was like my entire begin was in those 5 inches of flesh. If this was some kind of trick by my brother, I didn't care. His tongue worked my member in all the right places. It fit so perfectly in his muzzle (Not sure if I should be embarrassed about that fact, or grateful). It was the best feeling in the world.
Before long, I felt that familiar itch in my groin. Brod could sense it too as he slipped my maple syrup and spit flavored cock out of his muzzle and gripped my knot as hard has he could. I could feel my thirteen year old wolfhood pulse in his paws as the itch became greater and greater. I leaned my head up to see my bro between my legs with the bottle of syrup. He had a wide smile on his muzzle, as if he was enjoying it as much as I was.
"Ready for this lil bro?" He asked. I nodded, knowing what was coming up next.
He poured the remaining maple syrup mixture on the tip of my cock letting it run down my small shaft. As soon as it made that warm, sticky contact with the tip of my cock I shot my load directly into my brothers open muzzle. It came out in a strong, thick jet of off-white. I never came like that before, and it was still coming out, stream after stream. And my brother, I never seen him so happy. During my usual pawing sessions, my seed barely cleared 3 inches when it quirted out, but today, it shot good foot and a half. Must have tasted excellent to my brother, both his brother's syrup and warm maple syrup together. I kept on shooting my seed and he moved down to suck the tapered tip of my small cock. His warm paws gripped my knot when I was finished, milking every last sweet drop out.
Broderick licked up the remaining syrup, then slowly made his way up to my belly. I giggled at the touch, a little sore from the forceful ejaculation. He put a paw on each side of me and leaned in.
"Now, wasn't that fun Alex?" I nodded with a wide smile. This was turning out to be the best birthday party ever. He kissed me on the cheek, running a paw through my sticky chestfur again. He had a sickeningly sweet smile on his muzzle. "Now for the really fun part, lil bro. . ."
And that was just the beginning of the story. Never in a million years would I have guessed what was in store for me next on my 13th birthday.
[end, for now]
More to come!!!!