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Kierlan was not exactly like either of his brothers except in the fact that he boasted a red thatch of fur right at the front of his mane that matched the color on both Richter and Grant. It fell almost like a forelock in front of his eyes and never quite wanted to be smoothed back like the rest of his tawny fur. With his fur color, the red splash of his mane and blue eyes he presented an odd sight to most people, but he liked it. It gave him a unique appearance that he played up on by trimming the golden parts of his mane short so that the red stood out even more. But his body wasn't quite like his brothers' nor were his interests. Normally he had no problem with how he looked, in fact he took some pride in the fact he wasn't built as if he had lifted weights for every sport known to man.

His muscles had been developed as a product of one of his favorite hobbies. Dance. His father, Artemis, had been a bit taken aback when he had been younger and asked if he could dance. Looking back on it, Kierlan assumed that his father had envisioned ballets or something along those lines. What he did wasn't ballet, it took a different strength to effortlessly move his body in graceful lines. He had a perfect sense of rhythm and he was able to put together his own choreography that blended well with over eight years of gymnastics. Neither of his brothers could execute back flips so that they looked as if they flowed perfectly into handsprings. It left him leaner than either of his brothers, but the muscles he had defined made him entirely suited to his hobby.

It was a hobby that, again, was drastically different from his brothers. Kierlan could admit to himself that he sometimes felt as if he was so different that he didn't quite fit in with them. He preferred his artwork or dancing or even gymnastics when he had free time or wanted to relax. He was good with coming up with creative ideas. His room was covered in various art work that ranged from fully complete to roughly sketched. Their living room even featured a family portrait he'd done for his birth-father's birthday. Skarlath had been so proud of the gift. Even with all of that, he felt as if he were always one step behind his larger and more impressive brothers.

Grant was the sharpest of all of them. He had a mind that could effortless memorize anything that was put in front of him and understand it as well. He made school seem effortless and on the side he was on the varsity track team as well as the basketball team. He was popular, had a handsome boyfriend and was sure to follow in Artemis' footsteps when he grew up. Richter was the most physically impressive of all of them. The colt towered over both of his brothers and made Kierlan feel as if he were still a small youngster. He was a star at football and so self assured that he could all but dip his head if he wanted to find a partner. Kierlan was the only one that wondered why he had so much trouble talking to anyone for any reason. Which was why it was a surprise that his brother had stepped into his room with a pensive look on his face.

It was easy to see that the stallion was worked up about something. He came into Kierlan's room with his body still damp from the showers and his eyes a bit nervous as he looked around. The big hooves clopped against the smooth wooden floor before he sighed, "I really need to talk to someone."

"I'd think you could talk to Grant." Kierlan gave a slight smile that didn't betray his own slight feeling jealousy. "He's the one with all the answers."

"He's the one with everything!" Richter dropped down so that the floor vibrated with the impact and the dark back pressed back against Kierlan's bed. It was a complaint that he had heard before and it wasn't quite unexpected. "You do too. You both know everything, you both know exactly what you want to be when you grow up."

"What?!" He couldn't seek the absolute shock out of his voice and he jerked up half out of his reclining position. The idea that Grant was going to make it easy was a given, but the fact that Richter seemed to assume that he was in the same position made his ears go back. "What the hell do you mean? You're the one that can basically sit back and relax?"

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Richter stared at his younger brother miserably as he sat down on the floor so he could easily look at Kierlan. He felt frustrated and confused. They were supposed to be thinking about senior year and getting ready for real life, but he had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do. And the lack of a boyfriend was starting to chafe on him. The locker room had proved that he needed to do something about it and Kierlan was always the easiest to talk to. His gentle brother was always soothing and able to make him see exactly why he was upset. He'd come here hoping for a sympathetic ear to listen to him gnaw over his problems, but the outburst made him twist his head back in shock. The bright blue eyes were glaring at him slightly before softening.

"Rich, you really have no clue do you?" Kierlan leaned forward and placed a broad paw against his shoulder. "You're a great football player, you know? Have you even thought about the scouts next year?"

"I can't play football my entire life, Kierlan, I'm not always going to be able to play." He rested his muzzle on the hand briefly with a sigh. "You're going to end up some great dancer or ending up in a big city gallery."

His brother gave a short snort, "If you haven't noticed, the arts aren't exactly a sure thing. You're smart, you'll be able to pick up a major. Hell you could coach professional football easy!"

"Yeah. . . but I dunno..." He sighed and rubbed his chin against the back of the paw lightly. "I just feel like everything is happening so fast. Everyone on the team has side plans and already have multiple colleges picked out. Grant's a shoe in for an ivy league, you'll go to some sort of high class art school and I'll be sitting here at community college like a dumb jock."

"Oh Richter..." The paw on his shoulder tightened slightly. "You're not just some dumb jock! You've heard Roan, he's so proud of you and how smart you are. He's been bragging to anyone that will listen that you're going to go places."

Richter leaned his head back against the bed and stifled a low groan to himself. One of the things that worried him most was upsetting his father. Roan was so horribly proud of him. The older stallion was always telling him that he had the brains that his father lacked. Richter knew that wasn't true. His father was quite intelligent, but he hid it beneath an affable friendliness and bluster that he passed off as being a simple stallion. That pride made the colt feel more pressured to show himself to be a real son. He wanted to make all of his fathers proud of him, but he didn't think he could fulfill what they wanted him to be. How could he possibly be everything they saw in him?

His birth-father was the one that kept things somewhat on track. Skarlath was always supportive, but he wasn't pushy. He was able to keep Roan in check, but that made Richter want to try even harder. The sympathy his brother gave him was what he wanted, but it went in a direction that pushed right at the problem that he had been struggling with ever since he'd come home. It had started even before then. He had been struggling through his problems since the start of the year when everyone had started to talk about next year being senior year and how they were going to get a start on things early. The year was already half over! He barely had seven months before the start of his senior year! How was he going to be any of the things that people seemed to think he would be?

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Kierlan's earlier outburst was lost as he watched his brother lower his head and half bury it between his large hands. The groan that he let out was obviously one that came from more than just confusion over what he wanted or melodrama. He could almost feel the pain coming from him as the shoulders tensed up beneath his paw. He knew that Richter was going through his own stress and getting upset more and more often about what he was going to do with the future. He tightened his paw on the shoulder and slowly slipped off of his bed and onto the floor. He let his arm rest over the broader dark back and leaned his head in close to the shoulder.

"I don't want to let anyone down, you know," The colt tilted his head in and let out a deep sigh. "Grant seems to have everything all lined up and. . . ."

"And you don't know what you want to do?" Kierlan gave another firm squeeze around the shoulders and snorted to himself. "You know as well as I do that not everyone is all put together. You're just letting midterm stress get to you."

"I'm being selfish you know. I didn't even pay attention you were upset." The stallion lifted his head up a little bit. "What about you? You said you have no idea what you want to do."

"You know me, Richter, I'm just a drama queen." He wrinkled his nose up playfully and squeezed the shoulders. "I'm not as worried as you, I guess. We have all of next year to worry about where we want to go for college and what we want to do."

"You're not getting out it that easy, little brother." The big colt turned his head and the lion laughed as the nose bumped playfully against his cheek. "Or are you hopelessly and entirely in love with someone at school so you don't care about where college is anymore?"

The teasing the remark normally would have made him just snort a denial or joke it off, but so close on Richter's own unhappiness made him wince slightly. The one thing he lacked was a boyfriend. He'd never had one actually. Oh he'd thought about it and he even tried it, but he always backed away before they could get close. It wasn't that he didn't want to have someone close to him, but something else stopped him. As he stared at the red maned colt he opened his mouth and then closed it. Just looking at his brother was a sharp reminder of why he didn't seek out anyone. Why he never really had. And why he never had done more than flirt. He had one thing from their mutual parent that neither of his brothers did and that made it almost impossible for him to feel comfortable with himself. Richter seemed to realize that there was something wrong and Kierlan forced his mind away from that worry.

"No one actually." He made his face smooth down into a smile. "No one in our school comes NEAR my standards, Richter, you know that. Maybe I'll have to go hunting elsewhere."

"I could always bring you around practice more often. " Richter moved a little to turn towards him. "You know there's that new rhino that came from Tiltonville and he's been commenting about my cute little brother."

"Younger by you by a few minutes." Kierlan gave his head a shake, "And I've seen him, he's good looking, but not quite what I've been looking for. Besides, you should go chasing him yourself if you're after someone to pair up with. I know you like them big."

Richter tossed his head back with a nickering laugh, "You know I have to like them big! Look at me! I'm likely to crush someone smaller then myself. Why do you think Siber got a hold of Grant? He knew I'd probably break him!"

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Richter watched as Kierlan laughed along with him, but his sharp eyes could pick out the slight hesitance in the laughter. It didn't quite reach the light blue eyes that were shadowed and that bothered him. He knew that Kierlan was the most care free of all of them. He was always quiet and introspective as he worked on his artwork and he never seemed happier then when he was dancing. Growing up he and Grant had always been butting heads together and arguing. They both had dominant, but slightly different, personalities that made clashes inevitable. Skarlath still told stories about when they had been toddlers and he had managed to push his brother into a box in an attempt to mail him out of state. And there had been legendary fights all through their childhood that had tried every ones tempers and patience.

Kierlan had always been quiet and a bit of a pacifist. He had always been a calming influence even though it sometimes put him in the background of things. His younger brother had never seemed to mind that he was kept in the background. The times when he and Grant really got into it, though, Kierlan was always there to smooth things over and calm ruffled tempers. The fact that something bothered him wasn't normal in the least bit. Normally he dealt with his problems and moved on. It bothered Richter more than it might have with his brother Grant. He turned slightly and moved his own arm to wrap around the thinner waist and turned himself around so he was facing his younger brother. The slightly unhappy look in his eyes slowly faded away and he simply curled the edges of his lips up in a sardonic grin.

"Probably, speaking of which they're in the next room you know." He gave a gesture of a hand. "You missed the show. I don't know why they think that they're being quiet. I heard the head board slamming against the wall for half an hour or more."

"Heh, they probably just hope you're playing music through a head set or something. They better watch out though. Artemis was pretty annoyed the last time he found out Grant and Siber were up here alone." Richter gave his head a slight shake and stopped himself from glancing towards the wall.

"You never did tell me how that happened," Kierlan grinned and seemed more at ease as he seemed as normal as ever. The colt wondered if he'd just imagined the unhappy eyes. "I mean, I know Father was angry enough that the neighbor heard him lecturing Grant."

"Oh it was fantastic!" He leaned back and stretched his legs out while he allowed himself a happily smug moment that Grant had been in a bit of trouble. He didn't want his brother hurt or upset, but sometimes Grant could be so smug! "They thought they had the house to themselves so he and SIber got up to some fooling around. Well, you know, like they just did."

Kierlan snorted. "That's nothing new!"

"Yeah, well, they were down in the rec room together when Artemis came home early. He was looking for them and finally went downstairs and found them together." The colt snickered, "They thought a blanket could keep them covered up, but he saw through THAT in a hurry! So they spent the rest of their "alone" time listening to a lecture on how to behave themselves."

"Wait, what?" Kierlan's ears went up, "How stupid could Grant be? I mean, it couldn't take that long to pull some pants on!"

"Not if Siber is the one on top!" Richter could barely contain his remembered glee. "His knot was stuck so they couldn't get apart. Artemis was livid! He made them just sit there the entire time they were stuck while he told them what's what! Siber says it was the worst moment of his entire life and because Grant was all tense he couldn't get free."

The colt couldn't stop himself from whickering laughter at the memory of coming home to listening to Artemis laying into both of them. Though afterwards he had done his best to tell Grant that it wasn't so bad and reassure him, but when he had come home it had been a bit amusing. Especially when Siber had slunk out of the front door with distinctly red ears. As he turned his head to share his laughter with his brother he found Kierlan snorting in soft amusement as well. When he laughed it was hard not to see the fact that, despite the tawny fur and more slender form, he had the same strong features of Grant. It was just hidden by his own quiet ways and the radical hair cut that he had. When he laughed he showed those strong features a bit more clearly.

"I would have paid to see Siber creep out like that." He chortled and gave a little bit of a push with one shoulder against the colt's muscled side. "I can't believe I missed that!"

"It was awesome!" He gave his brother a squeeze and bumped his soft nose right against one of his cheeks affectionately and sighed softly. "You always make my bad days better, you know that? Makes me feel sorry for the guys without brothers."

Kierlan turned his head to answer him, but the cramped position of their two bodies leaning companionably against each other made it a bit awkward. Richter pulled his head backwards to make room for the turn, but was too slow. He and his brothers had always been close. He knew some of the guys on his team barely tolerated their brothers. Not him. He might argue with them and even have occasional bouts of jealousy, but he had always cared for them. All those thoughts went through his mind as his muzzle accidentally brushed against his younger brother's. The soft tawny muzzle pressed against his own dark one for a brief instant and he reacted without a thought.

Richter tilted his head and leaned into the muzzle in something more than a brotherly kiss. His soft supple lips teased against the thin leonine ones as his arm tightened around Kierlan's waist. He felt his sibling tense and the muscles harden beneath his broad hand, but it only lasted for a brief time before the muzzle pressed against his own. He tilted his head to one side and let his lips part just enough to slip out the pink tip of his tongue to tease right against the dark edge of the lips. The sound of his brother's purr came out roughly and one of his smaller paws moved up to brush against his chest. The colt savored that touch as he pressed further into the kiss and started to tease his tongue between those soft lips. He would have gone further if his brother hadn't stiffened and suddenly pulled back.

"Rich!" The young stallion opened his eyes and flushed hotly as he stared at the shock on Kierlan's face. His chest tightened and he felt suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of himself.

"I'm s-sorry, Kierlan, I didn't mean. . . I mean. . ." He let his words trail off as the lion flushed just as hotly. "I'm uh. . . gonna go shower now. I should shower. The gym and weights kinda left me sweaty!" He knew he was babbling, but it covered up any awkward accusations as he stood and went to the door at a near run.

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Kierlan stared after Richter and lifted a hand up to touch his lips where he'd felt the soft equine tongue. His stomach tensed up into a knot as the tail flicked out of sight and his door closed. He wanted to call his brother back to explain why he'd reacted that way. He wanted to tell him that he hadn't meant to embarrass himself by purring and enjoying the kiss. How could Rich know that he'd never been kissed? Never had someone hold him close and felt another boy's lips press deeply against his own. He'd been too shocked to think and hadn't pulled away fast enough. Richter had probably meant to freak him out or did it as a joke, but now he was freaked out that his brother had responded to it.

"Damnit!" He put his head in his paws for a moment and drew in a breath. "I should have just laughed and pulled away."

The lion sat there for a moment and finally pushed himself up onto his feet and moved to flip off the light. He didn't feel like being social tonight and he certainly didn't want Richter to come back and actually ask him why he had reacted in such a strange fashion. It would be just like the colt to come back after he got over being embarrassed and horrified. Then there'd be a long awkward talk about how he'd reacted. At least now that the door was closed and the lights off he would be left alone and he'd be able to wonder about his own reaction. And there was a lot to wonder about.

He threw himself on the bed so he faced the glowing swirls he had painted on the ceiling when he was younger. He stared at the pale lights with half closed eyes and drew in a slow breath. He loved his brother, he really did, but it wasn't exactly like that. It was just, he'd never actually been kissed. He was always nervous about anyone getting that close. It was still nice to feel those soft equine lips against his own and draw in the sweet scent of him. It had made him think of the few times he'd nearly been in that position with others. He moved a hand up to lightly touch his lips and closed his eyes to savor what he had experienced. He pushed away the knowledge it had been his brother, but instead concentrated on comparing it to his own fantasies of being close to another person.

Keirlan let out a soft sigh as he rested his head against his bunched up pillow and wondered what it would be like to have someone give him more. Where a kiss wasn't where it ended, but where it started. He knew he'd likely never try to go after someone else, not when he knew he wasn't built like them. But it didn't stop him from imagining the tender touch of a lover. He let one of his broad paws slide down along the curve of his stomach lightly and teased against the relaxed muscles. The edge of his loose sweats caught against his finger tips as he tried to imagine what exactly he would do with someone who would kiss him like that. He made his mind swing away from the worries of how he saw himself, but instead concentrated on the feelings a person could invoke in him like Richter had.

He bit his lower lip as he trailed his fingers down and brushed right against the waist band of his pants and slipped beneath them. He pushed beneath his boxer shorts and arched his back up as he started to slid them downwards. He could almost feel the kiss still tingling along his lips while he guided his fingers down to the point that he could brush right against the tip of his sheath. As his finger glided against it he felt the tapered dark red cock tip emerging to his touch. A tremor ran from his head all the way down to his tail as he rubbed his thumb right over the tip of himself and let his pants fall down over the edge of the bed.

His sheath wasn't tawny like the rest of him, instead it was a cream color all the way down to the heavy orbs. It was forced backwards as his cock started to emerge to his touch. His fingers slid along the underside of his tip and teased the sensitive fleshy barbs to the point that he arched his hips higher in the air with a groan. His mind was filled with visions of a lover's hand teasing him erect as he wrapped his fingers around the tip of his girth and squeezed. The first clear dribble of precum welled out of the tip and clung to him before falling down against his tawny belly fur. His fingers trailed down his heavy girth inch by slow inch as he stifled a soft groan by turning his head to press it against the pillow.

Kierlan moved all the way down to his base before he encountered the reason he had kept himself away from taking a lover. His fingers slipped down over a ball right at the base of his shaft. The flesh wasn't swollen yet, but he knew from experience that his knot would easily do Siber proud when he reached his climax. His fingers squeezed gently against it and his entire cock flexed against his belly with pleasure as he flattened his ears back. Who ever heard of a lion with a knot? Normally a child took after the dominant parent when they were of different species, but here he was with a mingling of leonine barbs and a lupine knot. Who could possibly want him with something like that?

The thought almost made him lose ahold of the need that was growing. It was the one thing that darkened every chance for a relationship he had. He was terrified they would see him nude and then his secret would be out. He'd be mocked and ignored by everyone. He gave his head a shake and squeezed his girth again before sitting up in the bed. He wanted to forget it, he wanted to just forget everything for a while. There was one way to do that that he knew of. He only leaned forward enough to open up his bedstand drawer and picked out a dark metallic blue toy. He had had an upper classman buy it for him with much blushing and bribing, but he wanted to know what certain things felt like.

It was thick and shaped after an equine from the flared tip all the way down to the medial ring. There was even a faint tracery of veins over the material. He bit his lip slightly as he pulled out the lube he'd bought from the pharmacy. He glanced up at the door before he started to work the slippery stuff over the tip of the toy. When he'd first gotten it he had been almost frighteningly big, but Kierlan had gotten used to it over time. It was still hard to fit it, but that was part of the pleasure. It let him imagine what it would feel like to actually have a real lover. He knew what Siber and Grant did, he even knew when Richter had a lover over, but he was the only one that kept apart from it. That didn't mean he didn't find release in other ways.

The tip of the equine toy glistened with the lubricant he spread over it. At this point his shaft had pushed entirely from his cream colored sheath so that the knot was entirely visible. The dark red of the flesh made it stand out from the base all the way to the tip where the line of fleshy barbs were lifted up. He squeezed his tapered glans as he bent over his bed and moved a pillow up to press against his chest. His ropey tail lashed back and forth as he could imagine the feel of someone sliding over his back as he angled the slick toy behind him. He had to use both hands at first to part his ass cheek and guide the flared tip right up against his tender pucker. The cool lube and toy made him gasp out as he burrowed his muzzle against the pillow to keep the sound from being too loud.

He moved his hand back beneath himself to catch his cock tip as his other hand began to push against the toy. The tip pushed up against his pucker and he muffled a groan as the tight ring of muscle started to spread open reluctantly around the too thick shaft. The walls yawned wider and wider as he moved the hand around his cock all the way down to his thicker base before pumping up. The precum started to dribble from the tip and caught against his finger tips to make him slicker as he arched his back. The blue equine toy pushed inch by inch into his body and parted the sensitive passage as it went. The walls were tugged and stroked as the thickened tip pushed right along the rise of his prostate and made him let out a soft whimper.

Kierlan clenched his walls down tightly around his toy and felt the slippery lubricant making it easier to draw the toy out. The equine shape and the feel of the tip as it tugged had him bucking his hips as the precum spilled out faster against the edges of his fingertips. He teased his fingers along his barbs as he pushed his hips back into his hand. The more of the equine shaft that sank into him, the more he started to lose his grip on trying to be quiet. The only saving grace was gripping the pillow in his teeth as he clenched his walls down tightly and instinctively. His mind was filled with erotic images that were taken both from what he'd read and seen online, to what he knew of what his brothers did. The feel of the blunt horse shaft made him linger instinctively on Richter while he moved his hand down to grasp around the base of his shaft.

The taste of Richter's lips had enflamed him. He had never been kissed before and that single touch of soft velvety lips against his own had made him wonder what would have happen if he'd gone further. Would his brother have pulled back if he'd done more than kiss back? The lion squeezed his eyes as he started to pump the toy in and out of himself faster. The tight ring of his passage was tugged and stroked as he pulled it out and then pushed it in deeper with each stroke. His fingers moved to wrap around his knot and gave it a squeeze. His fingers lightly wrapped just behind the bulb where it was the most sensitive and gave a gentle squeeze that made him whimper out. Another rush of precum spilled out to hit against the edge of his chest as his breathing became harsher.

His mind was flooded with the image of his muscular brother's body pressing down against him and his broad arm wrapped around his belly. It wasn't the toy that was being plunged into his body, it was Richter's shaft. His mind could easily come up with how large he must be and how much deeper his tip would go. His walls contracted and squeezed around the toy as he sent the medial ring plunging over the sensitive rise of his prostate over and over again. His hand wrapped entirely around his cock and started to pump it in faster more confident strokes. His chest pressed down firmly against the edge of his bed as he kept his teeth gripping his pillow. It muffled the higher pitched sounds of pleasure as he spread his legs open to make sure he could fit the thick girth deep inside of him.

Kierlan's cock started to stand out against his paw as he pumped and pulled against the sensitive barbs. Each time he did he shivered in pleasure as he moved his hand down to wrap around the thickest portion of his base. His breath came out in harsher gasps while he squeezed his eyes shut and forced his hand down to wrap around his knot. The flesh started to swell out further and further as his heavy balls tightened between his legs. He forced his hand to stop thrusting the toy and instead pushed it deep inside of himself. The spread of the dildo's base pushed right up against his stretched anal ring as he let out a high pitched cry of pleasure. His mind sparking vivid images of Richter's trembling body and what the rush of equine seed would feel like.

The young lion tried to muffle the sound of his cry, but he knew he was only partially successful. His walls clenched down and milked around the faux cock as his knot swelled out and forced his paw to spread open from trying to squeeze it. The tip pulsed and flexed up against his belly as the first hot rush of seed erupted out of him. His balls pulsed as rope after rope of the creamy cum splattered up against his chest and towards the start of his mane while he shuddered and arched his back. As he muffled his cries against the pillow he lost himself in the moment. Without thinking he groaned Richter's name into it while he gave himself fully over to the fantasy that had been born in his mind. He didn't even realize he was doing it. All he could think of was the softness of those velvety equine lips against his own. His very first kiss.

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