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Brody was cursing under his breath, he hated mucking out the chicken coop! Every Friday afternoon he found himself there cleaning up after those evil smelling birds. The young fox's nose twitched and he sneezed dropping the old used hey on himself.
"Aw God dam it all!!!" wiping the festering droppings from his pants he gathers up the mess tossing it into the compost pit. Rounding the corner of the barn he almost runs into his older sister Mary . She stifles a laugh looking at her filthy brother.
"Fall into the compost pit again Ringer?" holding her in a exaggerated manner.
He growled under his breath. He hated that nick name. it was one his father gave to him on account of the single band of black fur on his wrists and neck. "Don't call me that, I have a name so use it dammit!!" Brody stomps past her in a huff
Frowning she follows him "Calm down Brody I'm just fooling with you, you know that!" her brother sighs " You know I hate being called that silly name! ".
Ignoring his protests she stops him " Devon says he needs your help putting up the last part of the fences for the cows and getting the wood in for the fire. Ill finish up the chicken coop for you ok?" . The young fox perked up at this. He loves working with his older brother.
Saying to his sister "Thanks Mary the new hey is already there just collect the eggs!" he runs off toward the new pasture his brother was working on.
His brother Devin is three years older than him and a lot more toned as far as physique. His arms and chest were well defined. Combined with the fact he was a whopping six feet in height and Brody could see why most women look at him like he was a God. Brody felt himself getting aroused and immediately looked away as he approached. Devon sniffed the air and chuckled "Sorry Brody I am still not into other guys ." This was the other reason he adored his brother. He had woken up to Brody grinding his behind on his cock, and instead of rejecting him or hurting him once he caught the younger fox he hugged him. Brody remembered how scared he had been then the feel of his brother's arms around him, telling him it was ok and he would always love him. Even though he was disappointed his brother did not feel the same way he is still happy he could trust him.
Blushing Brody grabs the other end of the fence post and grunting helped set it into the slot. "Well I can always dream can't I?" he asked with a cute smile on his face making his brother laugh.
As the last post was set Devon looked into the sun set and sighed. "I won't always be around you know, you need to be careful who you tell. Not everyone is going to take it well. "
Brodys ears went back , "I know and ill be careful about it. But how will I know who I can trust or who else is like me?".
Devon walks to the wood stack, " You will know when you meet them, just like other furs when they find there mate it might not be immediate but you will know." .
Brody's ear twitches in annoyance at Devon's answer letting out a sigh and joining him at the wood pile grabbing a few logs. Devon comes up behind him and bumps him playfully. "Come on mom will have dinner ready soon" and starts fast towards the house.
In the brush on the farmsteads border several pairs of eyes watched Mary as she left the chicken coop.