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By: Rufus Quentin

For: Kibbles~and~bits

The husky's nose darted towards the front door, his ears perked in perception of a rattling lock disturbing the perfect early afternoon placidity. He hadn't expected anyone home for hours. A rush of hasty actions saw the canine slam shut his laptop, on which some rather risqué material had been called up, and throw a nearby fleece blanket over his shoulders in a hurried attempt to conceal himself upon the leather sofa. Willing his heart to still, he tensely sat bundled in soft fabric in the curtained off dimness of the living room pretending to watch some rather bland reality design show intended to cheaply fill afternoon timeslots.

The front door opened and shut with an unintended slam as it was prone to do. A fraction of a moment later another husky appeared, nearly identical to the first in almost every regard. He swung a gray laundry sack down on the living room floor and stood panting beneath the archway to the foyer. His blue-green eyes, adjusting to the indoor pallor blinked through the shadows, scanning the bundled up figure sitting beside the curtained off window through which direct afternoon sunshine filtered diffusely. "That you, Aiden?" the husky asked.

"It's me," the shrouded husky said, a definite break in his voice. "What are you doing home Kibs? I thought you wouldn't be home for another week or two?"

"Long story," said Kibs, dropping his backpack beside the rather odiferous sack of clothing. "Had a shitty week. Decided to come home early and let mom and dad pamper me for bit. Not to mention do laundry," he said, nodding to the gray bundle.

"What happened? Mom and Dad won't be home until late, I don't think."

"Like I said, long story. I'll fill ya in. Is there anything to eat?"

"Just oven pizza."

"Damn," Kibs said, "sick and tired of pizza."

The husky disappeared into the kitchen leaving Aiden trifling with the instinct to dart off unseen into his bedroom. He remained, clutching the blanket even tighter around his neck. Kibs appeared a moment later, holding a mountain dew. He stood, apparently relaxed under the archway, slouching in his gray zip-up hoodie and black and white cargo pants. Tufts of white chest-fur showed from the V of his neck. "What are you? Naked under there?" Kib's asked bluntly, pointing the bottom of his soda can in the other husky's direction.

"No!" he protested. "I'm just cold. It's the first chilly day out. It feels like fall fell."

"It did. Today, technically. It certainly feels like it. Leaves will change soon."

"Good. I like the fall," said Aiden with anxious rapidity.

Kibs nodded.

"So why's your week been shitty?" The other husky asked with a genuine empathetic tone, still characterized by an unexpressed apprehension.

Kibs sauntered down the stoop into the sunken living room, sitting down next to his bundled up brother on the edge of the sofa. He took a sip and placed the soda can down on the crowded coffee table, reuniting it with several others of its kind beside a half dozen or so dirty plates and bowls and a stack of dog-eared lingerie magazines. "Mainly school," he said, "it's starting to get rough, even though the semester just started two weeks ago. But that's not the worst of it."

Aiden nodded, "I started taking online classes. I was working on that before you came."

"Awesome, good for you man! Have you given thought to what you're gonna do next?"

"Thanks," he said, pausing, a barely observable blush upon his white-furred cheeks. "Donno yet. Feel like I ought to be doing something. So I am. One step at a time. I want to move out soon, living with mom and dad is getting old."

"I hear you. But you miss it to a certain extent."

"But that's not the whole story, right?" the other Husky said, tilting his head with inquisitive consolation.

"My coach threatened to bench me for the next season, or at least for most of it because of last year's injury. He doesn't like my performance as of late. I'm already sick of the downtime it's caused. I just want to get back on the ice. It's gonna get hard to compete against the new group of freshmen on the team without the practice. They recruited some good players this year."

"Hey," said Aiden, "you'll do fine, I watched you play some great games last season. You were awesome!"

"Still," Kibs said, averting his gaze to the disconnected flashes of television. "Summer broke up with me last week."

"Oh No!"

"I guess that's why I'm here. I think I just need to get away from it all."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. I guess it's because we didn't see each other much during the vacation. I don't think picking up where we left off felt right to her this time. Time changes people."

"What did she say?"

"I guess she didn't feel like we had much in common anymore. The old it's not your fault its mine routine. Either she's right, or she's not telling me something. I don't think I'll ever know the truth."

"That sounds like a lame excuse. You're a catch," Aiden said with expressed enthusiasm, flinching upon blurting out the statement.

Kibs hummed indifferently and fell silent. Aiden was about to speak when he continued. "You know what the funny thing is?"

"What?"

"I don't really care," he said scratching the back of his head, awkwardly trying to find the right words. "I feel that I should care, that of all things this should bother me the most, but I really don't. Even after almost two years. It's a weird feeling."

"What do you mean?" Aiden asked, leaning forward.

"I'm not sure. When she told me she wanted to break up, it was almost a relief. I feel like I should pity myself, because that's what you do when you break up. But you know, I don't feel sad."

"I think I know what you mean. I've had breakups like that myself. Sometimes the emotions hit you later on, sometimes not at all. If they don't, count yourself lucky. They suck," said Aiden, resisting the urge to leap out and console his brother.

"I guess," Kibs said, averting his gaze down at his foot-paws. "One more thing. Promise not to tell mom and dad about Summer."

"I guess so, but why not?"

"They'll throw a fit and try to coddle me. I don't need that. I'll tell them eventually, when I'm gone again." He said, looking over at the other husky "I guess, after two years, the dorm, the jocks and the books just get old. I want to get away from that, at least for the weekend."

"You're still lucky," said Aiden, blinking with his expressive blue-tinted eyes.

"I know," said Kibs, allowing a smile to cross his muzzle, flashing pure white canines. After taking a long deep breath and exhaling it softly he said, "It's good to be home."

The blue green-eyed husky leaned back into the leather couch, his tail carefully curled averted to the side. His foot-paws pushed aside some of the scattered soda cans and magazines on the coffee table. He reclined with his nose pointed toward the ceiling. The sparse sunlight in the room filtered sepia through the closed curtains. The huskies sat on opposite ends of the couch awkwardly shifting their gaze from each other, to the TV that had long since ceased to be a source of entertainment. Kibs, sensing the absence of his brother's customary physicality, turned toward his strangely recalcitrant twin. His brother sat curled in his blanket almost passionately observing him with restrained fervor. Kibs asked, "What's with the blanket anyway? It's actually kind of warm in here."

"Nothing," he said, briskly, clamming up perceptibly. "It's cold to me."

Kip stared skeptically at his brother. "You sure you're not naked under there? It's alright if you are, not like I haven't seen it."

The red beneath Aiden's cheeks grew more apparent.

"It's worse," he said, averting his gaze and pulling the blanket up over his swept-back ears.

"I suppose I don't even want to know, right?"

Aiden nodded timidly.

Kibs smiled and said, "Too bad, because I do!" as he pounced across the couch and began tugging at the fleece blanket to which Aiden clung fiercely protective. Aiden emitted a high pitch yelp and struggled against his brother with a practiced defense. Kibs climbed onto and pinned his brother, who, after a moment of submission found himself able to reverse his fortunes and topple Kibs off his wrapped up body. Kibs fell down off the couch and onto the floor, bumping into the coffee table. An empty soda can fell over and plates rattled. Kibs recovered from the fall and grabbed Aiden's exposed ankle. He tugged with all his strength pulling the twin husky from the couch. Aiden fought to cling to both the couch and blanket that began to slip from his shoulders. He fell, half dragged, half tumbling onto the floor upon his brother. A massive tangle of husky limbs and blanket writhed between the furniture. Aiden, bested by his stronger brother, tumbled head over heels towards the window, striking the wall with a reverberating thud. The blanket stayed behind, clutched in Kib's grasp. He smiled clutching it in his paws, beaming a victorious grin at his brother.

The smile diminished into a wide eyed gaze of astonishment. Kibs beheld his twin lying scantily clad against the wall, wearing a white mesh shirt stretched by paunch over the brim of a black miniskirt. His legs casually spread revealing the outline of maleness poorly concealed beneath a black feminine thong. Aiden rubbed his head and sheepishly closed his legs, bringing a paw down over his skirt to further demure revealed undergarments. An expression of intense timidity appeared across his features. His blue-tinted eyes quivered as he comprehended his exposure. His slender limbs seemed to tremble, recoiling against his body. Kibs, astonished, asked. "Well now. What do we have here?"

Before his widened eyes Aiden scrambled to his feet and darted out of the room and down the hall into their shared bedroom. The door slammed unseen around the corner. Kibs collected himself, sat back down on the sofa in a moment of contemplation. His fingers sank into his head-fur as he hunched forward with his head between his paws. He stared down between his knees at the limp blanket lying on the floor. The house seemed empty and still despite the drone of television and refrigerator. Moments passed before he stood and slowly walked down the darkened hallway to his bedroom door. Childhood photographs of he and his twin lined the darkened walls, past which he walked a thousand times without taking notice. He recognized the annual studio photographs of him and Aiden as cubs, dressed in casual best. Homemade prints of Christmas morning and Fourth of July lawn side play-wrestling. He recognized his own image in his High School hockey uniform, smiling while raising sizeable trophy over his head; an image in which unlike all others his brother remained absent. He knocked at his door, experiencing a faint hint of déjà vu. No reply came. The door seemed locked from the inside. "Come on Aiden, open up. It's no big deal." He said, exasperated. "I've known all along."

After a period of silence, the lock unlatched and the door opened a crack. Kibs pushed the door in and found Aiden sitting on the side of his bed wearing the revealing female clothing. Trails of damp fur descended from his blue-tinted eyes. Kibs wandered in and sat down on his former bed on the opposite side of the room. Plushies and articles in various shades of pink adorned Aiden's side of the room. Kib's appeared sparser, featuring his old hockey jersey mounted upon the wall and shelves of trophies, awards and photographs. Aiden observed his brother, shame expressive on his every feature.

"Look," said Kibs, speaking earnestly, "we lived together, in this room, for 18 years. I know about everything."

The words seemed not to console the other husky.

"I don't care. I will love you no matter what," Kibs said, leaning forward and bringing a smile to his lips.

A modest smile hesitantly returned to his muzzle. "I love you too, Kibs."

"It's weird, but I've seen a lot weirder things in college. You're alright with me."

"How long have you known?"

"Since High School. We must have been fourteen or fifteen. I began finding your panties hidden around the room. I originally thought you were getting lucky and just weren't telling me. I was jealous of you for a while, but then I found the girly magazines, and if you factor in all the stuff lying around," Kib nodded at the myriad plushies and Japanese school girl accessories, "the truth adds up pretty fast."

"Did you tell mom and dad?" he asked.

"No. I think dad would have thrown you out. As for mom, I don't know, she wouldn't take it too well. No, your secret has been safe with me."

Aiden nodded, appearing a little less timid.

"One thing I don't understand is why? Why do you do it?"

Aiden sighed and looked down at his white furred foot-paws. Without looking up he softly spoke, "I guess it just makes me feel sexy. I think I'm most happy when I dress like this." He paused, "to me this just feels natural."

"You were always the bold one Aiden," said Kibs averting his gaze to the floor. "That's something I've always admired about you. You never had trouble being yourself. When I figured it out, it didn't surprise me. You were just being you." He paused, "did you know, I've even envied you."

"Buy why?"

"You always had the most friends, you never had troubles talking to people, hell, and you even had the first girlfriend. I felt like I was playing catch up."

Aiden blushed slightly beneath his cheek-fur, "Oh her, we were just trading clothes. That was before I had the guts to shop for myself." He chuckled then turned serious, "You're my best friend Kibs. It felt strange after you left. We used to always be together. Then, overnight you were gone. It was hard to get used to that. I knew you had to go and I wished you the best, I wanted you to be successful. I just wish I was there with you. I'm jealous of you. I was jealous of Summer too, especially when you brought her home. That was painful, Kibs. We used to depend on each other, no matter what. What happened to that? I've been lonely here. And I've missed you."

Kibs nodded and leaned back. He looked out the window for a moment then back at his brother who sat in apparent need of consoling. Kibs stood, reached for his brother's paw, ushering him to his feet. They embraced, standing in the middle of their childhood room. Kibs wrapped his arms around his brother placing his paws on the mesh fabric of his shirt. His brother clung to him with palpable urgency.

Moments passed before either had the courage to speak. Aiden, in a subtle whisper said, "Remember when we were cubs, I would sneak into your bed when I was afraid?"

Kibs nodded.

"Can we do that now?"

Kibs nodded again and swallowed.

Aiden reluctantly permitted his brother to slip from his embrace. Kibs retraced the few steps to his bed and lay upon it, leaving room for Aiden. The other husky joined him. He lay sideways upon the narrow twin mattress. Hardly enough room for the two bodies existed on the childhood bed. Aiden snuggled close to Kibs, tucking his curled tail between his brother's legs as they had practiced when they were younger. Kibs threw his arm around the other husky and held him close. He felt his twin's heart race within his chest.

The soft curvature of Aiden's body seemed unusually stiff. Limbs felt uncharacteristically tense and his breathing steady and measured. The playful bundle of constant motion remained still as if drained of all vitality. Kibs nestled behind his brother and gave him a soft squeeze. The gesture led to no effect. Pushed to unease by his brother's listlessness Kibs brushed his foot-paw against Aiden's mottled pink paw-pads. The husky's leg jerked. Kibs repeated the action to the same effect, feeling his brother's body tense against him. A third brush made Aiden squirm, only to discover that the embrace became an inescapable hold. Aiden writhed and yelped, held tight in his brother's grasp. Kibs tackled one of Aiden's legs and continued to rub his foot-paw against his brother's. Toe and claw brushed intently over the twin foot-paw, the soft fur brushed the leathery padded surface. Kibs' fingers slid to his Aiden's flank and tickled there as well, assaulting the familiar weaknesses of his brother's body.

Aiden's toes curled and his body rolled back and forth to no avail. He broke out in high-pitch laughter and strained to yell, "Stop! Stop it!" with the last breath in his lungs. Only when his resistance became weak with exhaustion did Kibs relent. Aiden panted and chuckled, "No fair! I can't win against you," as he came to rest.

"That's not true. You got me good more than once."

Kibs returned his paw to Aiden's chest; his brother's came to rest atop it.

"I suppose I can't keep secrets from you Kibbles," Aiden said after several minutes pause.

Kibs tentatively shook his head. Aiden's fingers interlocked with his own and squeezed the paw. The heartbeat in his brother's chest thumped as fast as ever.

"Then you know how I feel about you."

Kibs swallowed and nodded into his brother's scalp. His heart hastened as well, matching the rapid succession of doubts inundating his faculties. He sensed his paw being drawn down his brother's chest, over the dimple of navel beneath mesh and fur.

"Does this bother you?"

Kibs again shook his head. The quivering paws continued over the thin skirt and onto his brother's male mound kept restrained beneath the taught thong. Kibs gasped, his paw attempted to recoil but the hold on it remained steadfast. He could feel his brother's body tremble expressive of unashamed trepidation. Aiden pressed his rear against Kibs and spoke a decibel below a whisper, "If you want to, you may."

The words sank in like a stone through deep water. Kibs felt his brother's heart accelerate, the rise and fall of his breathing suspended in anticipation of a response. In defiance of better knowledge, blatantly aware of the multiple taboos he moved to break.

"Is this okay? I-I mean, we can't?"

"Why not? Haven't we always loved each other?"

"I do love you, but isn't this too far?"

"Who's to judge how far we take this? It's just you and me right here. Forget everyone else and do what your heart tells you. I will understand. Just be honest with me. Do you feel this way too?"

After hesitation that spanned immeasurable moments, a reticent nod rubbed into Aiden's scalp.

A relieved sigh escaped Aiden's muzzle, sublimating the vast accumulation of anxiety and desire upon perception of a touch confirming transgression into the taboo. Waves of anxious lightness coursed through him, his nerves seething in pre-coital heightened sensitivity. His lips released a gasp that passed through his body with a shudder amidst breathing hurried by fine incestuous caress. He snuggled up against Kibs even more so than he had before. Satisfaction and indecent craving coexisted in the chaotic moment in which every sense devoted itself to the detection of unspoken signs.

Kibs felt his brother's adjacent body quiver, trembling in decisive willingness to traverse the limits of proscribed behavior. Awareness emerged that he for the first time allowed his paw to make contact with another male's intimacy. Only his brother's elated docility, the reassuring absence of all hesitance or aversion stayed his paw on the pronounced mounds of sheath and furry pouch. Kibs knew his action could not be rescinded, that the instant had forever transcribed the action into memory.

Warmth of canid maleness conducted through the synthetic female fabric as Kib's paw caressed the smooth material incapable of disguising the anatomy beneath. His fingers passed over his brother's male curvature, exploring its dimensions beneath cupped paw. Fingertips descended beneath the black elastic band confessing illicit temptation, encouraged by a vocalization somewhere between satisfaction and surprise. Coarse pubic fur passed under Kibs' paw-pads during the interminable moment of doubt and desire prior to the coupling of soft sheath and the fur of fingertips, his brother's maleness coming into his grasp.

The husky took unobstructed hold of his twin's sheath. Canine arousal soon emerged to join the sensual aggregation of paw and pubic fur, stretching the confining elastic to its limits. Inquisitive caress included the emergent maleness extending beyond that which the feminine undergarment could contain. Kibs flipped the scant fabric down his companion's thigh, exposing the white furred intimacy and crimson tip to pale daylight. Aiden sighed through parted lips, feeling the freedom of air upon his exposed anatomy in contrast to the warmth of his brother's coy touch.

Anxious excitement coursed through the cross-dressed husky, a telling firmness pressed at the small of his back. The husky tentatively wiggled against his companion, reaffirming the comforting presence of a duel arousal. With as much reluctance as apprehension Aiden slipped from his brothers arms. Kibs let go, reclining on his back as Aiden repositioned himself, straddling the companion husky. The elastic of his thong stretched to its apex between his thighs. The canine's cock pointed upward, lifting the negligible miniskirt, giving Kibs clear view of Aiden's white furred sack and erect maleness arisen from bunched sheath.

Aiden beamed a nervous smile down at Kibs, who forced a similar expression upon his equally white, whiskered muzzle. The twin's face that differed only through a greenish hue to his irises and a small recently acquired scar beneath his left eye. Blushing complexion shone through the breach of in his facial fur. Aiden's paw tenderly swept across his brother's face and over his ears past the black fur of his scalp. "May I?" he whispered, nodding down at the other husky's chest and back into Kibs eyes.

Kibs took deep breaths, his eyes shifting over various objects and loci of memory around the room, unable to draw his attention away from the twin straddling his hips. Aiden lacked his athletic definition. His limbs were free of firm muscles; a modest belt of paunch circumscribed his belly, distending the tight mesh of his shirt. It felt strange to see his lifelong companion thus exposed, aroused, confiding in love and poised on the verge of forbidden mateship. Despite his brother's feminine appearance and the persistent sensation of the uncanny taboo, Kibs took comfort in his presence as he always had. Observing his nervous twin find courage to reveal himself, rejecting all forms of concealment abated his reservations. Through the veil of elapsed time and beleaguered memory he could still recognize the playful being of his youth with whom all had been shared and done. Kibs searched for an inoffensive excuse but found himself unable to utter it. He nodded after a second of hesitation, attempting to better regulate his anxious breathing.

Kib's watched Aiden's visibly trembling paw reach for the zipper of his comfortable gray hoodie. Aiden slowly tugged the tab downward, exposing downy white chest-fur past his brother's navel. Peeling away the wings of Kibs jacket Aiden uncovered the contrasting transition of fur into pitch black along his flanks. Aiden ran his fingers through the identical patterns, feeling the ticklish twitch of sinew beneath the athletic body's surface. Two pink nipples shone through the long soft fur, each pierced with a metallic barbell.

"When'd you get these?" Aiden asked, furrowing a circle around one of Kib's nipples.

"Last year," he said, in a quick gasp.

"And you never showed me?"

Kibs shook his head.

"They look really sexy on you," Aiden said, trying to reassure his brother's palpable nervousness.

"Thanks," said Kibs, his eyes fastidiously observing Aiden's paw.

Aiden stared transfixed at the sight of his brother's bare form, caressing exposed flanks and belly to tentatively placate the anxious body before him. Observing the steadying rise and fall of his brother's chest, Aiden's paws descended, halting just above the edge of Kibs' belt. His eyes looked into Kibs', wordlessly beseeching consent. A coy nod permitted Aiden to unlatch the hindering buckle and undo the top-most button of his multi-pocketed cargo shorts. Paws slid along the husky's waist, making short work of the tail-strap.

Experiencing different modalities of anxiousness, both canines attentively watched Aiden tug down the remaining barrier to intimacy. The stiff outline of maleness sprung up beneath tented boxers. "Oh," uttered Aiden running his paw across his brother's cloth clad intimacy, etching the experience into his memory. He scooted down Kibs' body, hastily tugging the black and white checkered shorts with him. Kibs obliged, arching his hips. His boxers quickly followed, pulled off his legs in an even more abrupt movement, confronting them both with the red shaft of his arousal already halfway emerged from his sheath. The two muzzles pointed directly at one another, disbelief expressed on both their features.

Kibs' body lay exposed, outstretched between their noses. He rested on his elbows and gazed down his denuded body, only his hoodie remained loosely draped off his shoulders. Kibs beheld his own arousal. It expressed an emotional state he dared not confess. Aiden crawled on all fours between his legs, obviously staring at his arousal and furry hanging balls. Kibs' gaze fell upon Aiden's, visible from under the draped miniskirt around his waist. His curled tail wagged behind him. So much of what Kibs beheld seemed wrong in every way, yet a strange curiosity stilled protest.

Aiden reached out and touched his brother's maleness, caressing its similar dimensions. The touch fulfilled an unrequited childhood wish he too often relegated to the illicit fantasies of adolescence. He smiled with the satisfaction of a broken taboo, sharing the smile with his brother, who restlessly observed every action.

"We can still stop," Aiden said, "if you want to." The husky stared at Kibs whose expression appeared as if the weight of the world hinged on Kibs' reply.

"No," His brother said in an uncharacteristic faltering voice, "keep going."

The husky smiled "The truth is," he said, "I've wanted this my entire life, but I only want it if you want it too. That's how I imagined it."

With that the husky lowered his muzzle, taking one last look at his brother's maleness, approaching it with parted lips. Aiden's blue-tinted eyes closed. A canine tongue dashed out. Kibs inhaled a sudden breath. Aiden's textured tongue slid along his brother's arousal, leaving a path of slick shaft in its wake. Subsequent licks bathed the husky-cock with wet caress.

Kibs gazed down the fleece of his chest watching the pink canine tongue dart out of Aiden's nearby muzzle. Aiden's warm tongue included sheath and sack as well as shaft, exploring his twin's intimate anatomy in compensation for years of desire. Intermittent nuzzles and kisses pressed against the dampened flesh. Nose and whiskers rubbed through pubic fur.

Athletic musk passed from the fur into Aiden's muzzle. A strange, yet expected familiarity characterized the scents and tastes that immediately set forth a deluge of recollection, drawing with it the association to past, perhaps illicit experience of his brother's aroma.

The crimson shaft of Kibs' cock throbbed almost painfully erect. Aiden's tongue coaxingly lapped the swelling lobes of his knot, attentively urging the totality of his arousal into being. Each skillful stroke felt uniquely pleasing, eschewing doubt while awakening of the visceral male urge to breed. The husky thrust his hips up in a needy buck, sending his cock through his brother's whiskers. A crafty smile spread across Aiden's muzzle, clearly pleased to have elicited the response. Aiden stroked the slick shaft, directing it towards the tip of his muzzle. He took a long look at the canine maleness, licking his lips in an instant of apparent introspection, before descending upon it in a hasty blur of motion.

The image of his intimacy disappearing past the lips of his lifelong companion impressed itself irrevocably in the archive of Kibs' memory. Supple textures of tongue and muzzle delivering yearning caress to his every inch commanded him away from doubt and into a state of blissful indulgence. The feeling of sultry warmth encompassing the sensitive anatomy from tip to knot accompanied the visual image, satiating an urge while fueling another.

The distracted husky reached out with his shaking paw, shuddering through a silent gasp. He appreciatively ran his fingers through Aiden's jet black head-fur that stretched from the tips of his ears down his back beneath the mesh shirt. Aiden emitted a faint yet joyful whimper, delighting in an instant of obedient satisfaction. Kibs sighed, perceiving the erotic ache impelled throughout his entire pubic region by inception of movement.

Aiden assumed the practiced rise and fall, sliding his lips and tongue along his brother's length. Minute differences distinguished Kibs from himself, he thought, informed by his muzzle's precise appraisal. He was surprised to find that he had an inch or so advantage over his brother in terms of length, but that his twin had more formidable girth than his own. He had always assumed that his brother would outrank him in both regards. Subtle differences characterized Kibs' cock-tip as well, deduced by the exploratory sweep and swirl of tongue. Different curvature, different ridges, different slit passed beneath its uneven texture, discoveries that answered age old questions.

Kibs watched the male husky weave up and down his maleness. Black and white fur blurred together in hastening movement as Aiden twisted and tilted his head, angling differently every few moments to refresh the sensations he could provide. Kibs enjoyed every brush of tongue and the slick surroundings of Aiden's throat. Exhaling briskly through open lips he risked an urgent thrust that sent his tip deeper into his willing companion. Aiden murred, squeezing Kibs' thigh encouragingly. His firm buttocks flexed, thrusting his cock forward in reply, pressing knot to lips and tip down throat.

Experience taught Aiden to accommodate the lustful drives. He emitted cute moans, taking delight in his brother's pleasure. The familiar taste of husky pre followed the definitive pulse of arousal. He eagerly lapped the essence directly from the curved tip, savoring it among the other characteristic musk of maleness that defined the experience. Saliva trickled past Aiden's lips and over Kibs' knot into his sheath and pubic fur. He brought his paw to the slick knot and caressed the uniquely canine anatomy in a way he knew would usher response.

The twin husky gasped, urging his hips forward again, sliding cock through the soft hold of paw-pads and puckered lips. The wet slurp and smack of lips on flesh resounded mutely through the small room. Kibs surrendered himself to the instinctive urges ambivalent to all norms and taboos. Given conditions became irrelevant. The pleasing ache spreading through his hips and tummy and the longing for the inevitable succeeded. The gentle weight of his paw became a guiding caress on Aiden's scalp. He realized he held his brother down, hindering his movement. The other husky didn't seem to mind, more than willing to accommodate all he could give.

Aiden felt fingers sink into his head-fur, pinning him onto his intimacy. The tip thrust as deep into his muzzle as it could, coating all it touched with canine pre. The giddy lightness of amorous arousal tingled throughout his body, intensified by the awareness of what he sensed imminent. The hold on his scalp became leaden. Kibs' knot thrust against his lips. Aiden felt both knot and shaft pulse in unison as a deep orgasm passed through, sending Kibs' precious seed into his maw. Husky cum flooded the cross-dressed canine's muzzle and seeped down his throat, trickling into his slightly pudgy belly.

The hold on his brother relented. Kibs sank spent into the sheets of his childhood bed, climax abating into spasms of less and less intensity until the final drop of semen oozed from his cock-tip. He huffed, sinking into his pillow, staring at the ceiling past posters of adolescent interests. Aiden remained in place, carefully suckling the spent arousal for every drop it could provide. Only moments later did Aiden slip his lips off of Kibs' cock. The husky's maleness fell upon his belly, glistening with saliva and cum.

Aiden smiled self-consciously, distinctly tasting the pungent male substance. His ears perked up happily and content with his status as the resting place of his brother's seed. He crawled up Kibs body, shaking the fallen girlish thong off his foot-paw, coming to rest upon his torso. Aiden's pre-slick cock pressed into belly-fur. He nuzzled beneath his brother's chin and cuddled up against him. Kibs threw his arm around Aiden and looked down at his twin. He saw a slight, satisfied curl at the edge of Aiden's lips, the husky's eyes shone even in the absence of bright light.

"I love you," said Aiden, with his cheek pressed against the other husky's chest.

"I love you too," uttered Kibs, feeling the words roll off his tongue.

They lay several minutes without speaking. The TV blared forgotten in the other room. The domestic scents of an old household accompanied the scent of recently spilled male musk. Aiden looked up at his brother's side of the room, counting the numerous trophies and medals, admiring the sizeable collection of achievement. Each article seemed to justify his emotions, proof that his love and pride were not misplaced.

A digital alarm clock sat on a nearby shelf. Its minutes clicked away like seconds. The sunlight through the window grew darker as early autumn sunset approached. Aiden counted the numbers as they passed. Pleased yet insatiate, he desired more, craving the beauty of the chance. He leaned up, straddling the male husky beneath him once more. Looking down into Kibs' blue-green eyes, observing the contemplative passage of thoughts expressed beneath the glistening surface. He smiled back albeit wistfully.

"Kibs," he said, "would you mate with me?"

The other husky nodded almost instantly. The perk of Aiden's white fluffed ears confirmed his happiness. That moment he bounced up, leaped off the bed and pounced beside his own. With his tail wagging behind him he pulled a small plastic lock-box with Japanese stickers upon it from under his bed. Kibs noticed several multi and flesh tone phallic objects within it. Aiden kicked the box back under his bed and returned straddling Kibs with a bottle of lube. As soon as he returned, his smile diminished a bit, he cocked his head and said in a soft high tone.

"I don't want to rush you bro. If we're going too fast just let me know. I realize this could take time."

Kibs reached out and placed his paw on Aiden's soft, rounded flank, his fingers curled into the fur and softness beneath. "This is big for me. But I'm ready."

"I think you're handling this really well."

Kibs nodded.

"Want to know a secret?"

"What's that?"

"This has been my biggest fantasy for, well, since before I knew what sex was. I never really thought this would come true. I want it to be as exciting for you as it will be for me. You sure you don't have a problem with it, you know, with a guy? Dressed like this?"

"It felt weird at first, but not as weird as I thought it would be. I think being with you makes the difference."

Aiden smiled broadly, "Thank you Kibs, this means the world to me."

With that Aiden leaned down and kissed his brother's lips, aware that it would be the first of many. The two identical muzzles on two similar faces interlocked, tilting opposite directions. Their eyes closed. Kibs wrapped his arms around his soon to be mate. Aiden emitted a gentle murr. Warm exhalation passed through each other's whiskers. Aiden perceived the faint aromas of dorm and of others while Aiden smelt like home, Kibs thought.

Tongue sprang against tongue, slipping through lips, mingling in the space between. Paws coursed through fur and over mesh fabric. Humid heat laden with the scents of perspiration, cum and pre seemed to radiate between them, enveloping them like a late sirocco. Tongue tip flicked over tooth and fang, over gum and palate alternating for supremacy in one muzzle and the other. Lips quivered against lips and nibbled upon the tips of companion muzzle in the intermittent seconds between renewed kisses. Tender euphoria exchanged between the two huskies.

Kibs eventually broke off. The last rays of daylight shone into the room silhouetting the top husky. "You ready?" He asked.

Kib's said, "Yeah," in a brisk breath.

Aiden turned behind him. Kibs maleness hung loosely out of its sheath. Aiden poured a few drops of lube onto his paw-pad and brought it behind him to massage the slick liquid into his brother's cock. Mere moments of caress restored the youthful maleness to total virility. A second application went beneath Aiden's tail and skirt. His fingers rubbed the substance into the puckered flesh of his tail-hole. A finger dipped inside for a sly instant.

"So," Aiden said, "will I be your first... boy?"

"Yea," Kibs said, a blush apparent on his otherwise confident features.

"Good," said Aiden with a wide smile, "it's the same as girls. Just different."

With that the cross-dressed husky raised his body and inched back. He took hold of his brother's maleness and directed the tip toward his intimate passage, under the skirt's brim. Kibs ran his paws along his brother's thighs in due suspense, caressing upward past his male hips and the brim of skirt onto the paunch around his waist. His paws clenched and kneaded the softness there out of equal anticipation.

A mixture of pre and cum oozed from Kibs' cock-tip as it touched Aiden's tail-hole. Both huskies perceived the radiant warmth of bare skin near bare skin, intimacies poised on the verge of incest. Kibs' tip bumped into Aiden's bare pucker. The husky's weight descended. Cock-tip pushed against slick tail-ring. The muscle resisted, quivering against the pointed canine tip, giving way under the pressure of mutual eagerness. Aiden moaned clutching the twin husky's shoulders. Kibs squeezed Aiden's soft flank out of empathy. Sensations of slick warmth enveloping the very tip of his cock in a fluctuating tight embrace informed Kibs that he had entered into his brother.

"You alright?" Kibs asked.

Aiden hastily nodded, his closed eyes quivering in stoic accommodation of coital intensity. He then descended, permitting inch by inch of his companion's length into his body, resting only upon the satisfying impact of knot against tail-hole. Kibs' maleness pulsed within him, displacing his supple passage, spreading his insides apart. Erotic sensation of fullness packed his body, triggering every nerve in all of his intimate anatomy from prostate, to tale-hole, to rock-hard arousal. His masculinity stiffly throbbed, lifting skirt with it. Pre all but poured from his tip. He braced himself, overcoming the initial severity of union. It had been too long, he thought, allowing a satisfied smile to return to his strained muzzle.

Kibs courteously brought a paw to his brother's maleness. His fingers instantly became drenched with sticky husky pre-cum. Kibs paw-pads easily slid along the long slender shaft, lubricated with self-renewing essence. Aiden gasped, experiencing the aroused flash and flare of the nerves throughout his abdomen. Union at last, he thought, opening his eyes to behold his intimacy deftly stroked within his brother's grasp, who with a concerned yet pleased expression observed him with striking focus.

Aiden uttered a vulgar grunt and said, "Gawd Kibs, I love you so much."

The husky chuckled in reply and passed a pre-slick paw along his cheek, bucking him from behind with his swollen knot. Aiden instinctively rocked forward, descending back in slow arch-like motions, drawing the firm maleness within him back and forth through his warm insides. Kibs' arousal displaced the most intimate region of his body. The ridges of his tip pushed and pulled along the delicate tissue, defiling the tender intimacy with slick husky pre.

Kibs inhaled a deep breath as his arousal slipped through Aiden's body. The desperate clutch of tail-hole around his girth signaled finality. The sensation of loss passed through him as if a hole were bored though his belly, almost indistinguishable from the pleasure of union. Yet with the consequence came undeniable satisfaction as visceral as existential desire that felt as fresh as youthful heat. Kibs' butt flexed, his hips rose and sent his intimacy into his brother's tail-hole as if on impulse. Warmth, wetness, and the supple embrace of another body greeted him. The urge to breed rekindled.

Kib's held his paw under Aiden's skirt, stroking the maleness hidden beneath. His other paw rested upon and caressed the roll of belly overlapping Aiden's flank. His fingers slid beneath the mesh shirt, running through the soft black and white fur, gripping the folds of body beneath. Aiden spiraled his finger-tips around Kib's pierced nipples, idly touching his paw-pad to the tender mounds. Kibs watched the lustful movement of paws, Aiden's expression, and the tip of his brother's cock. It felt as if every stroke coaxed a droplet or two of pre. A small cascade oozed from the cock-tip onto his belly. The substance soaked his fur, creating a small lake of husky essence within the dimple of his naval.

Black and white fur blurred into a single entity of chaotic movement. The metallic shriek of bedsprings straining to absorb the hastening tumult outshouted the sounds of colliding bodies and triggered utterances, resonant down the hall and through the shadows of an empty house. Aiden grabbed at sheets and fur and pillow, seeking handhold that would brace him against his brother's virile thrusts. His hips shifted, his torso angled, half sliding, half pulled down the length of Kibs' shaft. The husky girth easily slid through him, all pain diminishing into the pleasant overfilled ache of coitus. Knot slapped audibly against stretched tail-ring, wedging between Aiden's curvaceous butt. Cock throbbed internally, introducing husky pre to the slickness of his intimacy.

"Breed me," he said perhaps a little too vulgarly, his voice shaken by the slap of knot beneath his tail.

"You sure," asked Kibs, slowing his movement.

Aiden nodded twice.

Kibs needed no convincing, the irresistible longing already awakened. He brought his paw from under the skirt to Aiden's pudgy waist and pulled down on his hips. A thrust pushed Kibs' knot firmly against the stretched tail-ring. The band of muscle flexed. Aiden's sheer willpower overcame the discomfort. He felt his tail-hole stretch to nearly double. The duel-lobed knot pushed in, displacing even more of his bowels. He inhaled sharply and grunted as it entered, lodging itself beside his prostate, triggering the rare sensation of total union. Kibs resisted the insatiate urge to commence breeding, waiting for Aiden to grow accustomed to the tie. He tugged the mesh shirt up his torso and idly played with his bothers belly, returning his other paw beneath his skirt to play with aspects of his intimate anatomy.

Aiden smiled, mated, linked in forbidden action, on the verge of being bred and claimed by the one he loved. He kissed his mate and his brother at once. Heads tilted, lips pressed together, tongues wrestled in slick exchange, progressively more aware that they had just taken each other. A lustful buck pushed Aiden up from behind. A guttural vocalization sounded. Aiden ground his hips into his mate's sheath in reply, pushing the maleness inside him as deep as it could go.

Kibs commenced, his eyes shut and his white teeth flashed, overcome by the primal and instinctual urges that came with mateship. He held Aiden down into his hips, pushing, rocking, and thrusting the restrained cock through his brother's intimate passage. His cock pulsed, quickly stimulated to the verge of climax. All Kibs' thoughts revolved around the act at hand. Memories, scents, sounds, tastes, rekindled in the periphery of his awareness. Urge to breed, to procreate, to claim, to bathe in potent seed his willing mate became the sole focus of his existence. His grip commanded Aiden down into his lap, his hips bucked up, his cock pulsed forth every remaining drop of his fertile essence.

Aiden rocked obediently, happily receiving Kibs' wild thrusts. He willed his tired body to adapt, to flex and please his mate to the best of his ability. Filled to the brim, aching, ecstatic, and desirous he endured. Every moment leading to the inevitable seemed to draw out, testing the husky's body and skills. Aiden felt his body forced down, made to receive what he craved most. He felt the very base of his brother's cock throb. The throb coursed through and into him, conducting palpable pulsations through his torso. Each pulse represented a gushing throng of husky semen irrevocably cast into his body, breeding him, claiming him, marking him as mate and lover. Aiden gasped and sighed as viscous cum flowed into him, coating his intimacy and filling whatever space remained between cock and passage wall.

Kibs panted, again sinking into the sheets in exhaustion. His eyes reopened to see Aiden with a wide content smile on his muzzle, mutely uttering sweet coital tones, his paw hidden beneath his skirt stroked his arousal. Only the pre-oozing tip appeared visible. His body twisted and writhed upon the cum-lubricated maleness lodged within him. A cutely vulgar gasp passed his lips, his body trembled and stiffened, even his paw fell still. Creamy jets of cum shot forth from the curved tip and landed in ropey lines on the downy tufts of his brother's chest and belly. The pungent aroma immediately struck both their nostrils.

As Aiden's climax subsided, diminishing into an oozing trickle of cum. His body relaxed, limbering in satiate afterglow. Both husky's panted, breathing heavily of the amalgamated scents of bygone innocence merged with those of serious transgression. Aiden brought his paw out from under his shirt and collapsed on his brother and mate, ambivalent to the white husky cum that got on his skirt and seeped through the mesh of his favorite shirt. He cuddled against Kibs, happy and satisfied, nuzzling beneath his chin. Kibs brought his arms around his brother and held him close, equally content, emergent from the intoxication of sex. His nose pressed between Aiden's ears, into the black tufts of head-fur. He took in his brother's scent, clear and unmediated for the first time in years. Scents evoked the giddy sense of childhood companionship.

The slightest movement shifted the immense-feeling knot inside Aiden's body. His limbs and tail-ring rendered sore and used in the most pleasant way imaginable. Each breath he took drew his attention to his brother's maleness lodged within him in a symbolic act more significant than the mere union of flesh. His tail-ring flexed, the knot pulsed contributing a trickle of Kibs fluids into the reservoir of cum and pre that his body had become. The knot held every drop safe and secure within the tight confines of his passage. He murred as his body contracted, feeling the twin husky's cock show no signs of diminishing.

"Aiden," he said, watching the daylight diminish through the ochre curtains of his room. "What does this mean?"

The husky on top of him shrugged his shoulders.

"Are we mates?"

Aiden nodded after a moment of contemplation. Both remained silent.

"How will this work?"

"I don't know yet. I think we can find a way."

"We can't show this to anyone."

"I know."

"And when I'm at school? What will you do then?"

"I don't know."

"Can we keep this a secret from everyone we know, even Mom and Dad?"

"Kibs," Aiden said, "there was a point when I realized that you were the one for me. I knew it wasn't allowed to happen, but I couldn't help feeling it. I've been looking for another you for years. After a whole lot of guys, no one comes close. Nothing feels right. Today is the happiest day of my life because today I found out you feel this way too. That's all I care about right now. We will find a way to make this happen. Even if the world hates us for it."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

The room slowly grew dark. Colors lost definition as the ashen gray of dusk set in, obscuring the distinctness of contours and boundaries. The linked twins rested in shallow breathing on the narrow bed until it darkness rendered it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Equinox © Rufus Quentin

Characters Kibbles and Aiden © Kibbles~and~bits