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This is the first yiff story I have ever written, and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it :) Although I probably should mention there is no real yiff in this chapter just some sexy stuff grinding ^_^ Expect the next chapter in a few days.

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The car drove on the road, making occasional turns and twists, sometimes parking in a nice secluded spot for a few moments, before deciding against it and returning to the road. It followed the yellow dash lines, much like its very own yellow brick road, leading it to the perfect place that would bring the most happiness. Finally, it reached a spot in the center of the forest. This particular spot featured a picnic table, a well beaten rectangle perfect for parking, and a small gathering of rocks that formed a circle (inside of which were many small coals).

The car was actually a SUV, and inside this SUV a family of four Red Pandas had decided to go on one final camping trip before the two male children of the family had graduated. The two wahs did not like this idea, and had insisted on staying home. But, in the end, the agreed to their parent's demands and went on the trip. They asserted that they were "Not happy about it", though.

They were twins, defined as identical, but both rejected this and lashed out by making their looks as different as possible. Jeff, a few seconds older than his brother, had long red hair, matching the dominant color of his fur. The hair reached a few inches down passed his shoulders, and once there curled in rebellion. He wore horn rimmed glasses, strange for one his age, but it was part of his style. His favored clothing, and the kind of which he was wearing on this particular occasion, happened to be a long sleeved shirt (blue, today), and tight jeans of a feminine nature. He also wore a green scarf, which was appropriate for this season of autumn. His brother, Brett, had short hair, dyed black. He wore contacts, the clear kind because he liked his hazel eyes and preferred to keep them their natural color. He was clothed in a T-shirt, of tie-dye coloring, and over that he had a brown polyester trench coat the likes of which a detective might wear. In his lower portion of his body, he covered himself with comfortably-yet-not-baggy jeans that were cut off mid way down to imitate a pair of shorts. Brett referred to his brother as "little guy", sometimes because although Jeff is older by a few seconds, he is a foot shorter than his brother.

Inside the vehicle, the father of the family looked back towards the two boys and spoke to them. "This is the place, pretty nice huh? Bet you don't regret coming here now." The father himself was a thin stick, who loved nature, named John. A hippy, he spent most of his time outdoors if he could, and let his wife do most of the working and food providing for the family. He maintained a garden and prided himself on his lawn, which he nurtured all year long, even in the winter, fighting the deathly grasp of the snow and the cold until the very last moments when it clutched the lawn once and for all. He would sigh and fall into a short moping mood when this happened.

Rolling his eyes, Jeff turned away and opened the door, stepping out and getting some fresh air. Brett seemed more optimistic as he replied to his dad, telling him that it might actually be a fun trip, and to ignore his brother. Jeff ignored this remark, but secretly noted a possible rebuttal in his mind. Just in case, he told himself.

"Don't be rude toward your brother, Brett." The mother, Alicia, mediated most of the fighting between Brett and Jeff, while John usually just stayed out of it, sometimes adding in a comment here or there, much like a teenager himself. She was a bit more down to earth compared to John, and liked to keep the family as happy as possible and as peaceful as possible, but she would not hesitate to enforce whatever rules the family had. She was very much the more fatherly figure. Yet, she still had a soft side, especially for her children and for nature. She spent her off hours doing yoga, and spending time with the rest of the family.

"Yeah, yeah," Brett mumbled in response.

"Behave, the both of you. I want this to be a nice trip, you'll both be leaving the house soon, and I want to spend every last minute I can with you, even if you won't be moving far. Enjoy this time; it'll be a big change for the both of you once you leave." Giving this little bit of advice, she skipped out towards the woods to look for some firewood, adding to some early stockpiling. She left the job of setting up camp to the men of the family, and John didn't mind. Setting up camp brought out the nature lover in him more than skipping and frolicking.

Having gone camping often, they knew the routine and didn't have to speak much, except for the occasional command or request. They retrieved the tent from the trunk of the vehicle, and laid it on a nice flat area nearby the campfire. Laying the stakes in the ground, through the proper holes, they went through this ritual, and when they were done they were tired. But, the job was not yet done entirely. Retrieving all the proper materials from the mother ship, or, in laymens terms, the car, they finished setting up camp.

They only needed one tent, John and Alicia would sleep in the vehicle, as always. As much as they loved nature, old habits were hard to break and they disliked waking up with a sore back. Besides, the windows had curtains, allowing for some hanky-panky in privacy.

And so, they went their separate ways. John went to find Alicia, Brett went off on his own, but Jeff stayed where he was, because it was near nightfall and he had plans of his own. Waiting until they left, he went into the tent and dug into his duffel bag that contained his clothes. He sifted through all his normal clothes, until finally finding what he was looking for; a pair of black lacy panties with matching bra, a blue skirt, black stockings, and a light green halter top. He had kept this secret from his family for a few years now, when he first discovered that he loved behaving and dressing like a girl. He just didn't know how to tell them. He also knew that he preferred males to females, and kept this to himself as well.

He quickly slipped out of his male clothing, first pulling on his stockings. The stockings felt wonderful against his fur, pressing it down slightly. Then came the panties, tightly griping his sheath, turning him on just a little bit. The skirt fit snugly, and was one of those free flowing school girl style skirts, allowing him to swish around with it. The bra felt nice, but didn't do much due to his lack of breasts. The top was comfortable and form fitting, very soft; much softer than guy clothes he thought to himself.

With that done, Jeff walked outside of his tent to connect with nature for the first time as a girl. He went the opposite way of everyone else, and knew he should stay out for a while so that he could sneak back effectively. The excitement of possibly getting caught thrilled him a bit, he admitted to himself, but it could be bad and he knew that he should just do his best to not get caught. He skipped along into the forest in a carefree manner, practicing a girly skip. He enjoyed the fresh air immensely, and the breeze he felt on his legs. It was a bit chilly, erecting his nipples, but he didn't mind. After tiring of skipping, he walked and shifted his hips a bit, hoping that if anyone did see him they would mistake his as a female wah.

After a while of walking, he had a change of heart and went back to his tent to get some sleep. After the long trip he was more tired than he thought, so when he did get back to the tent he just walked inside, slipped into his sleeping bag, and fell asleep. He forgot to switch clothes.

He did not realize, however, that his brother had followed him to the tent, thinking he was a girl. Brett thought it was bizarre for a girl to be around where they are, and even more so that she just walked into their tent. Thinking the girl was a thief, he stepped into the tent to confront 'her'.

Jeff was already asleep, exhausted physically and emotionally, and did not hear Brett step inside. He also did not hear Brett's gasp as he found out this "girl" was his brother, Jeff.

His mind raced as he realized what was going on. My brother is dressed as a girl, what is he doing?? Is he gay? A transvestite? He took another long look at him, and saw the smile Jeff had plastered on his face as he slept. But, he looks happy... and cute... Brett was not gay, or at least, he didn't think he was. He had never looked at another male like he was now, with a naughty grin, and a growing bulge. He felt ashamed immediately, How can I have the hots for my brother!? But, he felt it none the less, and he wanted to see more of his brother dressed as a girl.

He slowly and cautiously walked over to the sleeping red panda, and on the tent flooring to unzip the sleeping bag. He did so, and pushed the blanket like covering aside, seeing the sexy skirt Jeff was wearing. He once again felt his erection rubbing against his jeans, and unconsciously rubbed it through the material with his paw. In an even bolder move, he lifted Jeff's skirt and looked under, seeing the panties that were holding Jeff's sheath prisoner.

Being unable to resist the temptation, he lightly crawled on top of his brother, straddling him at the waist. He then leaned in close, and gave Jeff a soft lick on the cheek. He had never felt such tender fur in his life, and gave it a few more licks. I think I'm in love! he thought jokingly to himself. But, even as a joke, it seemed to have its merits (his hard on testified to that). Jeff slowly opened his eyes, until he recognized his brother straddled on top of him, and grinding against him slightly, with his eyes closed. "Brett!" Jeff exclaimed. Brett quickly realized what he was doing and (with some difficulty) pulled himself off of his brother.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jeff! I didn't mean to do this!"

Jeff didn't know what to think. Why was he doing that to me? Does he like me...like that? Before finally realizing, He knows my secret! He buried his face in his arms, crying and sobbing. Brett felt bad immediately. He knew his brother was hurt, and he knew it was his fault.

"I'm sorry Jeff, I didn't mean to hurt you...what's wrong?"

"Brett, I...I was...I just wanted to know how it felt, I don't really like dressing as a girl!" He managed to say in between his sobs. Brett didn't want his brother feeling this way, and he knew he had to fix it as fast as possible.

"Oh Jeff...its okay, don't cry. I don't mind if you like dressing as a girl...It's going to be okay, I'll make sure Mom and Dad don't find out."

Jeff looked up to see his brother, he had to know if he was telling the truth or just playing a prank on him. "You...you mean it Brett?"

"Yes, Jeff. I'm your brother, I love you and I don't want to hurt you in any way. It's okay if you like dressing as a girl, it's okay."

Jeff sniffed a few more times, finally stopping his crying and sobbing. "I love you too, Brett! Thanks so much!" He threw his arms around Brett, holding him tightly. Luckily, the whole endeavor had made Brett's penis retreat back into his sheath, preventing any awkward feelings between the two. For now they just enjoyed their emotions, most of which weren't out in the open as of yet.

After Jeff had changed back into his guy clothes, fearing his parents may walk in, he slipped back into his sleeping back before a thought struck him.

"Hey, Brett, It's kinda' cold tonight, do you want to sleep next to me? I really don't want to catch a cold. This might turn out to be a good little campout after all.

"Sure little guy." With that, Brett affectionately patted his brother's head, and they both went to sleep.

~ I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Stay tuned for the next chapter!