Stars and Stripes
Stars and Stripes
I wrote this in honor of Independence Day. (actually, the 4th of July, as you'd know it!) I'm going to warn you now, if you are under 18, you should not be reading this material. You shouldn't even be here! Okay, now, if you're of age, you just might want to know that this story involves sexual activity with a minor. If you don't like stuff like that, then you probably won't like this story...
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Ferdimond Blackstripe lay across his bed, barechested and handsome, the black tip of his tail twitching idly as he thumbed through an issue of Playkitty. By the tail and the name of the smut mag, you might have guessed already that Ferdimond is a feline. Actually, Ferdimond, or, Ferdi, as he liked to be called, was a fifteen-year-old male tiger. By all respects, he was not as agile, toned, or physically handsome as his archrival, Duma Tawnyspot, a male cheetah who shared homeroom with Ferdi at the ShadowSide High School, and was by all means a jock, a bully, and a cheat. Ferdi sighed, flipping to one of his favorite pages, one of two black panther girls, barefurred and bigittied, standing pressed front-to-front against each other with their eyelids lowered suggestively and their hands fondling one another. The tiger always got a kick out of lesbo pics. Flip, flip, flip. The smut mag just happened to fall open to a very erotic page of two wolves, a couple of males, gangbanging a sexy little calico kitty. Inset were naughty pics of the kitty's cunt, her tight ass, and then two more of the wolves' huge cocks. All along the edge of the page, telltale smears of sticky liquid evidenced where Ferdi had had fun while looking at this obscene page. The tiger shifted his position, thinking about that cute little leopard, Trisha...in the locker room! Damn, that kitten had a fine ass! Ferdi's hand slipped down under his pants to caress the growing erection there, his mind wandering. He thought about what Trisha would do to him in the privacy of her room, or, better yet, what he would to to her in the privacy of his. Under his jeans, his shaft was straining uncomfortably, so the young tiger unzipped his fly and let it spring out. Ferdi was fairly well endowed; long, black, thick, and with a sizable head on him. His balls weren't that bad, either. Soon he was going at it fullfisted, thinking about what Trisha's cunt looked like, how it would feel on him, what her tight little ass would look like bouncing up and down as she fucked him. . . Ferdi came with a snarl and a hot, sticky burst of clear liquid.
The tiger reached for a tissue from the box that lay on his nightstand, but a loud knock sounded at his door. "Bwuvva? Awe you in dere?" Damn! Ferdi grabbed the tissue, wiped himself off, and was just shoving himself, still considerably hard, back inside his pants and boxers, wincing, as he had to push hard to get all of his cock in there. The door swung open and Ferdi's little brother, Tristan, padded in. Tristan was just turning five in July, on, nobody would have guessed, the 4th of July! Tomorrow. The little cub, his fur still kitsoft and fluffed out with fear, clutched a small teddy bear. "Fewdi? I'm scawed." Ferdi tossed the smut mag over the other side of his bed. "Okay, okay, Tristan, what do you want?" Tristan clambered up onto his big brother's bed, still holding his bear, whom he had affectionately dubbed "Fewdi," in honor of the fifteen-year-old tiger that glared at him. Tristan settled himself on the edge of the bed, facing his brother. "I'm scawed," he repeated. Ferdi zipped his jeans up, hoping that his brother wouldn't see the still-hard bulge there. "I know you're scared. Why?" Tristan clutched the bear closer. "'Cause it's dawk outside, an' I'm afwaid dat a monstew'll get me!" He gazed up at Ferdi. "'Kin I sleep in hewe?" Ferdi, who had wanted to finish his smut mag before going to sleep and dream about Trisha, shook his head. "No, Tristan, you can't." Tristan pouted. "Why?" The older tiger lay back against the pillow. "Because you'll wet the bed, and besides, I can't be up all night with you. I have an English test in the morning." Tristan's bright blue eyes clouded with angry tears. "I won' wet the bed, Fewdi!" he whined. Then, the tears dried and he leaned forward. "'Sides, you wasn't stud'ing! You wewe lookin' at dat bad magazeeen! The one you awen't supp'sed ta! I was watchin' ya twoo da doow! (through the door) I'm goin' to tell Daaaaaadyyyy! An' Mommmmmyyyy!" Ferdi clenched his teeth. "All right, all right, Jesus Christ, you can freaking sleep in here! You happy, Trista?" The cub balled his fist and hit his brother. "My name isn't Twistaaa, it's Twistaaannnn!" Quick as a flash, Ferdi smacked Tristan, hard, on the side of the head. "Don't hit me." The cub set up a wailing din so loud that Ferdi was afraid that it might wake their parents. "God, Tristan, shut up!"
Tristan glared up at his bigger brother through hurt and angry tears. "I'm tellin' mommy an' daddy that you hit me. I'm also gonna tell that you wewe lookin' at that magazeen, an' you gonna get it fwom Daddy!" Then, his face broke into an exuberant smile. "'I won't tell if ya let me look at the naughty magazeeeen wiff you!" Ferdi sighed. He was being blackmailed by his own little brother. "Fine, Tristan. Get the damn magazine." His brother's eyes widened, and he gasped, "Ohhhh! You said a bad wowd!" Ferdi ignored him, jumped off the bed, locked the door, switched off his light and clicked on his desklamp. Tristan already had the smut mag on the bed and was studying the cover, which featured a barely clothed Persian she-kitty. Reaching up onto a high shelf, Ferdi pulled down a plastic-wrapped plate piled high with chocolate chip cookies. Balancing it under his arm, he crossed the room, flicked on the stereo, and popped in one of his fave rap hits, SCALPEL. As the lewd words, set to some of the greatest rap beats, filled the room, the teenage tiger felt a pang of embarrasment at the trouble he was going to to keep his little brother quiet, but quickly reassured himself that, if his parents woke and heard his normal nightnoise, they wouldn't know that he was letting Tristan look at stuff he himself wasn't even supposed to have. He might as well let his brother look at the racy pics until he hurled; it was a lot better than that Sesame Street shit that the tigercub loved. No wonder the poor kid was having nightmares about those stupid little monsters that were supposed to be 'cute'. Damn puppets. He looked at Tristan eyeing the back cover of the smut mag, a sexy Siamese clad in strips of leather and riding on the back of a powerful, bare lion. His little brother, though, didn't seem to notice the lion's fully erect cock sticking out from between his muscular legs. Tristan clapped his hands when he saw the cookies, dropping his bear Fewdi. "Oooh! Oooh! Chocky chip cookeeez! Gimme gimme!" Ferdi put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh!" he hissed as he peeled back the pink plastic wrap. Making himself comfortable against the pillows, Ferdi let Tristan sprawl out beside him, where the lamplight was the best, and the two boyfurs helped themselves to their mother's homemade cookies before Tristan opened the mag. The first few pics weren't bad, just a bunch of fems positioned erotically, but in such a way that the viewer couldn't see a thing. The pics were mostly cigarette and alcohol ads. Tristan studied each picture intently before turning to the next, munching steadily on cookies. The fourth picture was one of Ferdi's special favorites; a full-length pic of a gorgeous she-cheetah lying on her stomach across a huge black silk pillow, bare, longlegged, tight-assed, and slender. Ferdi had had more than one fantasy about this particular cheetah, but he dared not start playing with himself in front of his little brother. Just one more thing for Tristan to run off telling their parents. Tristan turned the page, and Ferdi winced. Quite a risqué pic, really; a full-length, front-view photo of a sexy 'lil' tabby cat's cunt. "What's dat?" Tristan asked, pointing at the kitty's pink cunny. Ferdi searched desperately for an answer. "Er. . .um. . . that's. . .um. . . girlfur's. . . um. . . love." Tristan looked up at his brother. "What's dat?" Ferdi closed his eyes and drew a frustrated breath.
"Do you know where cubs come from?" Tristan shook his head. "Nope!" The teenage tiger sighed. This was turning out to be harder than he thought. He took a glance at the clock. 9:00. "Okay, Tristan, do you know what a boyfur looks like under. . . there?" He pointed at his brother's fluffy blue pajamas. Tristan looked down, then looked back up at his brother and grinned. "'Couwse I do, bwuvva! Silly, it's all fuwwy and soft." Ferdi nodded. "Yep. Now, that picture is of a girlfur's furry soft thing." Tristan stared at the pic intently, then stared at his brother. "Yeah, but it ain't fuwwy! It's on'y pink." Ferdi slapped himself on the forehead. "That's because girls look different down there, Tristan!" The little tigercub stared at the pic until his brother snapped, "C'mon, turn the damn page already!" Tristan's eyes widened for the second time that night. "Oooh, you said a bad---" Ferdi snapped the mag to the next page. "Yeah, who cares? Now, look at the yiffy pics and shut up!" Tristan scowled at his brother before he looked down at the next page. It was a pic of a luscious 'lil' tigress, barebreasted and arching her hips against a metal pole. Ferdi slipped his hand down and rested it upon the hard bulge that protruded from his jeans. Tristan didn't seem to see him, and so turned the page as his older brother quietly unzipped his pants and let his cock pop free. Shifting his legs so that his knee hid his passions, Ferdi began to move his hand up and down upon his shaft, slowly at first, then faster as his little brother flipped idly through the pages, growing ever closer to the cumstained photo of the wolves gangbanging the calico kitty.
Tristan stared at the very naughty picture. "What they doin', Fewdi?" The teenage tiger gave a gasp and gritted, "Making. . . cubs." The tigercub studied the wolfcock pictures. "Awe those boyfuw's t'ings?" Ferdi was nearing orgasm; waves of heat swept over him. "Awww. . . yes." For the second time, he cummed all over his hands. The clear droplets dripped gradually down the belly of his cock to nestle in the soft, short fur of his ballsac. "What's dat!?" Tristan was staring wide-eyed at his brother's member. Ferdi reddened as his cock slowly retreated back into its tawny sheath. "Um. . . have a cookie." Tristan nibbled a cookie, still staring at his older brother. "What wewe you doin' wiff dat?" Ferdi blushed redder; and then the Plan came to him. "Listen, Tristaa, if you don't shut up, I'm going to spank you and then tell Mom 'n' Dad that I had to because you kept coming into my room! And I'll tell them about the time you flushed noodles down the toilet and that was why it was clogged! And---" Tristan burst into tears. "No! No! Don't tell 'em, Fewdi! Dey'll spank me until I die!" Ferdi crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. "Will you keep quiet about this?" Tristan sniffled and nodded. "Good. Are you going to do everything I say tonight?" Again the tearful nod. Ferdi grinned. "Good boy. Finish the mag and lie down." Tristan stared at him, but flipped through the smut magazine, not really paying any attention to the pictures, as curiosity took over. Closing the porn mag, Tristan lay down in the warm sheets beside his brother, and Ferdi pulled him close. The teenage tiger had read many books on sex, how it was used to get back at furs who had hurt one in the past. Spoiled brat, thought Ferdi as his hand traced the outline of his brother's butt through the pjs. This ought to take some of the tattletale out of him. Seriously, Ferdi had always been a bit of a bisexual, and he had lately felt a kind of. . . attraction toward littlefurs, especially boy ones. Tristan stiffened, but Ferdi swatted him on the rump, and he yelped, mostly from shock than the pain. The tigercub settled next to his brother, filled with a plain sense of wrong at what Ferdi's hand was doing, but not daring to stand up to his brother, whom he idolized and feared.
"Take off your clothes." Tristan jumped in shock at the cold tone in his brother's voice. "Huh?" Ferdi glared at him. "You heard me. Take off your clothes." The tigercub complied slowly, pulling his fuzzy blue shirt off over his head and tossing it aside, then fumbling with the elastic of his pj pants before slipping it off over his thighs, his ankles, and letting it dangle upon his footpaws until it slid to the floor on top of his shirt. "Um . . . Fewdi? What you gonna do?" Ferdi smiled wickedly. "Nothin'. . . yet. Lie down again. I wanna look at ya." Tristan grinned back at his big brother, relived that Ferdi seemed not to be angry with him anymore, and lay down. The teenage tiger sat up against the pillows and studied his brother. Covered with velvetysoft fur, Tristan was cute and plump, as a healthy cub should be. His stripes were fuzzy black and their tawny background was fluffy. Moving down. . . The tigercub's sheath was small and downy, with pale golden fur and no stripes, but hinted at the full size that Tristan would achieve when he hit puberty. Which, Ferdi thought to himself, was a long way off, thank the fates. Despite the nagging pang of guilt, Ferdi was getting turned on at the sight of his little brother's barefurred body, and the result of his naught thoughts was evident as his shaft sprang to life again. Tristan flicked his ear when he heard the zipzip of his brother's pants. "Why you takin' yew cloves off, Fewdi? Awe we gonna play a game, like da ones in da pictuwebook? Dat looks like fun!" The cub giggled, his eyes fixed on the long black thing that sprang out from between his brother's legs as Ferdi slid his boxers and jeans off. "Yep, that's what we're gonna do, 'lil' bro. Play a game. A fun game." He lay down beside the little cub and began to caress him again. Fun for me, anyways, he thought yiffily to himself. Tristan yawned; the fondling hand was luring him into sleep, as it reminded him of his mother's hand when she stroked his back. He lay his head on his brother's shoulder and shut his eyes, popping a thumb into his mouth.
But the paleblue orbs flew open when he felt five fingers massaging his small sex. Ferdi lay next to him, his face not two inches away from the cub's own. The teenage tiger was running his hand gently through the short, tawny fur of his brother's sheath, gently teasing the diminutive hole where Tristan's pink cubhood would slide out when it was ready. Tristan stared at his brother. "Um . . . Fewdi? Awe. . . awe we playin' da game yet? 'Cause I wanna go fiwst." Ferdi nodded, grinning. "Sure, Tristan. Go ahead. Start the game." The tigercub looked unsure, so Ferdi, still stroking the little sheath, suggested, "Why don't you pet me?" When Tristan started to rub his big brother's shoulder, Ferdi grinned and shook his head against the pillow. "No. I mean like I'm petting you. It feels good, doesn't it?" Tristan nodded, smiling back. "Okay." His small hand slid from Ferdi's shoulder to the long hard thing that poked stiffly against his own thigh. He touched the smooth head of the teenage tiger's cock first, snatching his hand back as though he had been burned; then, when Ferdi nodded in encouragment, placed his fingers gingerly upon the large shaft and began to stroke it, like the fifteen-year-old feline was doing to him. Ferdi sighed with pleasure, increasing his motions upon his little brother's sheath, working around the base of the small soft thing and caressing the hole where it would come from. Tristan shifted uneasily, but increased his movements upon his brother's hard-on just the same. It became an exploratory thing for him, an adventure to learn how the smooth rod felt. . . and the interesting spheres dangling beneath it. Under his big brother's nursing hand, Tristan felt himself grow stiff and slide out into an early erection.
Shocked, the tigercub wrenched his hand back to cover himself, but Ferdi was already there, stroking the little pinkness. "It's okay, Tristan. It's fine; nothing bad, nothing to be ashamed of. Just keep petting me, and soon we'll move on to Level Two." In this age, littlefurs know how to work an Xbox controller before they learn how to talk, and the thought of conquering the first level in the "game" appealed to Tristan immensely, making his eyes light up. "Weally? Cool!" With no thought at all of his young hard-on, the cub slid his hand back down to mimic Ferdi's movements, guided by his big brother's voice. "Okay, Trist, ready for Level Two?" The cub nodded excitedly. "Okay, now, I want you to take me in your hand, the hard thing, I mean. That's me." Tristan did as he was told, shuddering as Ferdi did the same to him. "Now, just sort of slide it up and down, keeping a firm grip on it." Tristan did as he was told, bringing a sharp gasp from the teenage tiger and a drop of clear pre. Ferdi took the cub's erection in his own hand and slowly began to jack Tristan, who mimicked his motions; if not perfectly, then pleasurably. Letting his eyes flutter shut, Ferdi slid his hand up and down the little boyfur's short length, making it harden more. They jerked each other off in silence, Ferdi moaning and thrusting quietly toward the little hand, Tristan shifting and wincing in pleasure. Ferdi imagined Trisha, bouncing slowly up and down on him, her long tail caressing his balls. . . Suddenly, a bewildered question from Tristan broke the silence. "Fewdi?! What's dis, all ovew my hand?" Ferdi suddenly realized that he had cummed all over his brother's thigh and hand. "That's. . . beetlejuice." He knew it sounded sick and disgusting, but he didn't really know how to explain the fundemental basics of "cum" to his little brother! Tristan stared in awe at the sticky droplets running down the belly of Ferdi's cock and his hand. "BEETLEJUICE?!" he hissed in wonder. Ferdi nodded. "Yep. Taste it." Tristan shook his head. "No, I don't----" The teenage tiger glared at his brother. "Am I going to have to spank you, Tristan?" The cub shook his head. "Then lick it, and don't ask any more questions." Slowly rising to his knees, Tristan bent his head over and licked cautiously at the sticky cum that coated the crown of Ferdi's dick. It was bitter on his tongue, and tasted even worse going down. "Ewww! It's yucky; I don't want to taste it anymowe!" Quick as a flash, the adolescent tiger's hand flicked out and grabbed Tristan by the ear. "Do you want me to call Mommy and Daddy in here? They won't like that you're still up, and you might not even get a birthday party tomorrow!" Tristan's eyes filled with tears. "Don't do dat, Fewdi! Okay, okay, I'll taste it some mowe!" Sniffling, the cub wiped away tears, wincing at his brother's vicelike grip on his ear, and bent his head to lick at the gooey cum again. He screwed up his mouth at the bitter taste, but kept licking and licking, slowly cleaning away the tigercum. Ferdi thought, as the cub lapped down the side of his dick to remove the spooge, that this was as good a time as any to teach his brother how to give blowjobs. Damn though, the kid was almost a pro by himself! "Tristan, you done yet?" The tigercub looked up, his nose wet with saliva and droplets of seed. "Not yet; almost." Ferdi grinned. "Stop for a sec." Tristan immediately sat up, his face wrinkling at the harsh flavor of the cum. The teenage tiger handed him a tissue, and the cub took it, wiping the stuff off of his face. "Hey, now, we move on to Level Three." Tristan grinned widely. "Hooway! Now what we do?"
Ferdi smiled. "Purse your lips, and keep your fangs in." Tristan grimaced as he tried to achieve his older brother's command, making Ferdi chuckle. "No, like this." He demonstrated. Tristan brightened, grinned, and copied perfectly. Ferdi nodded, loosening his hold on the cub's ear. "Get that 'lil' mouth around my cock." Tristan stared at him. "Put your lips around the hard thing and hold," sighed Ferdi. The cub frowned. "Bleck." At the look in his brother's eyes, though, Tristan hurriedly wrapped his lips around the newly cleaned cockhead and held still. Ferdi, still keeping a hand on the cub's head, continued. "Now, you know when you petted me that second time?" Tristan nodded. "Yee mee whin Ig pugct mig hind agroung yu ang pettecg?" Ferdi sighed, rolling his eyes. "Speak properly." Tristan pulled his mouth from around the cock. "You mean when I put my hand awound you and petted?" Ferdi nodded. "Get your mouth on me again, and do just that, but only with your lips. Keep your fangs in and keep your tongue against my cock. Go up and down until I tell you to stop, and only then. Go slow at first and then get faster; when my hand goes up, go faster; when my hand goes down, slow down. You have. . . thirty seconds. Go." Tristan began to hump his muzzle up and down the musky shaft, watching his brother's hand out of the corner of his eye. "Awww. . .," breathed the teenage tiger. "Go, cubbie boy. 20 seconds. Mmm." He lifted his hand, and Tristan began to suck faster, almost choking on the stream of salty precum that trickled into his mouth steadily. He kept his tongue against it, beginning to enjoy the feel of the smooth ebony cockflesh. Ferdi's hips began to lift in time with his pupil's sucking. "You're. . . oh, god . . . doing just. . . fucking fine. Aww. . . 10 seconds." He raised his hand higher, and he saw Tristan's throat bob as the cub frantically tried to swallow the pre and suck faster at the same time. One hand on Tristan's head, guiding him up and down, the other behind his head, Ferdi stared up at the ceiling and thrusted faster toward the little warm mouth. It was coming; he could feel it. "9. . .8. . .7. . . damn, Tristan! 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . shit, here it comes. . . 2 . . . 1! Awwww . . . jesus!"
A flood of fresh cum gushed out into Tristan's mouth, and the cub's eyes widened. Ferdi held him there. "Swallow it all, Tristan, or I'll spank." The tigercub gulped as fast as he could, but more dribbled out the top of Ferdi's cock. He hadn't had such an intense orgasm since. . . a fucking long while! The teenage tiger smirked as he watched his brother gag and choke, and reached down his other hand to grab one of Tristan's and place it firmly on the base of his cock. "Start milkin', 'lil' bro. And get it all down. I don't want it staining my sheets; Mom'll have a goddamn cow." He sneered at Tristan's feeble efforts to keep the cum from dribbling down his chin. "Cup your goddamn hands under your mouth, Tristan! God, you idiot!" The tigercub cupped his hands under his chin to catch the tigerjizz, jacked and swallowed, turning an unhealthy shade of green as he managed to get the last of it down his throat and into his swollen tummy. Ferdi felt a second orgasm coming on with his brother's jerky handjob; seconds later, his cock popped out of Tristan's mouth and exploded its load of balljuice all over the cub's face. Ferdi smiled. "Drink what's in your hands, bro." The cub, too exhausted to complain, licked and swallowed the puddle of spooge in his hands until it was all gone. Tristan fell back with a yelp, and lay still. "Ohhhh. I don' feel so good, bwuvva." Ferdi, having long since let go of the cub's ear, reached for a handful of tissues and flung some at Tristan. "Clean your fucking face off; we go on to Level Four next." The tigercub, groaning, weakly wiped the sticky cum off his face while Ferdi did the same to himself and his ballsac. Grabbing all the cummy tissues, he balled them up and tossed them into an overflowing trashcan. Tristan clutched his stomach. "Ohhhhh. . . I feel sick." Ferdi smirked. "'Course you do. I've never seen someone eat that much in one setting. Must be those cookies, huh? Didn't Mom ever tell you not to eat so fast? That's what you get." Tristan moaned, "But, you said...," and promptly hurled a mess of chocolate chip cookies and cum all over the pillows.
Half an hour later, Tristan lay halfasleep upon clean sheets next to his older brother, their hard cocks touching. "Are you ready for Level Four, Trist?" The cub nodded, and Ferdi, naked too, flipped his brother so that the cub lay on his back. "I'm gonna suck you off, like you did me." Tristan grinned. "Kin I highew my hand and low it too, so dat you go fastew or slowew? An' kin I push you down on me and make you swallow it all?" Ferdi nodded. "Yep, 'cept for you, there isn't gonna be any cum, so I won't have to swallow." With that, the teenage tiger took his brother's short length into his mouth and began to suck, doubly increasing Tristan's pleasure by jacking him off as well. The cub moaned and writhed, forgetting his hand signals in the pleasure that flowed through him. Ferdi sucked, ran his tongue along the short pinkness, nibbled the top, caressed the sides with his lips, and licked at it. Soon, the delight of it brought Tristan to a spoogless orgasm, and he collapsed in ecstasy. Ferdi smiled and lapped at bit more at the small, turgid dick before lying down on his stomach and reaching for a bottle of hand lotion. "And now," he announced, rubbing his boner with the lotion to lubricate it, "we move on to Level Five, the last and greatest level." Taking his brother's erection in his hand, he smeared lotion on that as well. He lay down on his stomach and lifted his rump slightly in the air, holding his striped tail aside. "Mount me, Tristan." The cub looked bewildered. "Like the picture of the wolves and the kitty making cubs. Let's do that; it'll feel really good, I promise." Tristan grinned, and moved behind his brother, who reached in back of himself to grasped Tristan's cock to guide it to his tight virgin rear. The tigercub thrusted, and his childhood erection was thick and long enough to stretch hi brother slightly. "Now," gritted Ferdi," slide out, but not all the way, and slide back in." Tristan did as he was told, then again, and again, until he had a rhythm worked out as he fucked his brother. Ferdi moaned, not from the pleasure of the small thing penetrating him, but from the delight he felt as Tristan's tail caressed his ballsac and the base of his cock. Soon, the cub gasped and came with no cum, pulling out of his older brother and collapsing.
Ferdi wasted no time. Grabbing Tristan, he lifted him onto his stomach, holding the cub's rim just upon the tip of his large cock. "You ready, bro?" Tristan nodded, still dizzy with the pleasure he had felt, and still did. With careful slowness, Ferdi lowered his brother onto himself, stretching the tight pucker under Tristan's tailhole gradually and lovingly. The lotion helped as the teenage tiger impaled the cub upon his rockhard cock. He rose to meet Tristan's guided pumping, arching his hips against his brother's rump. The tigercub groaned and instinctively tightened his anal muscles, causing resistance and adding to Ferdi's pleasure as he pushed past the taut muscles, thrusting gently. Tristan moaned from the pain. . . and his own pleasure as his cock stiffened further. Ferdi pumped faster, moving his brother up and down his lubed shaft, thinking of how Trisha's tight cunt would feel on him. Maybe their fucking would be like this. Ferdi snarled, rammed into Tristan harder, and cummed. The tigercub twitched as his brother spasmed inside of him, and then drew a sigh of relief. Still coming down from his sexhigh, and still crammed deep inside his brother, Ferdi snuck a look at the clock. 12:00. Turning onto his side, he pulled his brother close. "Sorry we didn't do this before. . ." and pressed his muzzle to Tristan's. He pushed with his tongue, nipped with the tips of his fangs; and the cub responded in turn. Their tongue dueled wetly, tasting each other. When finally they pulled apart, Ferdi smiled. "Five Levels for five years, 'lil' bro. Happy Birthday; Happy 4th of July. You've been fucked by your brother." Tristan grinned. "I don't cawe. I like youw cock inside me. Happy 4wth of Juwy. I love you." The two furs snuggled together and fell asleep, the teenage tiger still sunk deep inside his brother.
Ferdimond and Tristan Blackstripe.
Snuggled together in brotherly love. . . and maybe something else besides.
The End