In The Darkness
Wow... due to extreme demand and from the sheer popularity of "Bond of Brothers" I said, well, I'll give my furries another incest story! I tried something a little different, a tad more risque' with this one. I like the way it wound up coming out. Not to mention, I had such a fun time writing it... I wrote this all in an hour last night. My fingers were flying across the keyboard. Enjoy!
But first... a DISCLAIMER!!! Caution! This story contains heavy incest values to it, not to mention some soccer gear fetish, bondage and incest rape (at the start) between two males. If any of this turns you off or you do not like these kind of things... then this story is not for you! If not... then by all means, read along and enjoy!
Bryson unlocked the front door of his parent's house and let himself in. It was a late night at the diner and his feet were killing him. It was a little after nine at night. He thankfully didn't have to work another late night like he did the Friday night before.
He sat down by the front door and pulled off his work shoes, covered in various bits of food debris and reeking of hamburger grease and bleach. He almost couldn't wait for Monday when he was back at school and didn't have to work 10 hour shifts as he did on the weekend.
He sighed and got up and headed his tired eighteen year old German Shepard body into the kitchen to get himself something cold to drink. He clicked on the kitchen light and approached the refrigerator and pulled it open and grabbed a bottle of water from inside.
He cracked the seal on the cap and took a long drink before closing the door. As he did, he noticed a note stuffed under a magnet on the door. He pulled it off and read it.
'Bryson, I'm going to be in my Avio meeting until midnight or so. Could you pick your brother up from soccer practice? Thanks, Mom.'
He looked over to the basement stairs of the house and heard the sound of laughter rising up from below. He sighed and headed out of the kitchen, turning off the lights on the way out.
He plodded to the second floor and to his room. He opened the door and pulled off his shirt and work pants and grabbed a pair of black jeans and a white t shirt. He pulled these clothes on and grabbed a black hoodie out of his closet.
He pulled this over his head and left his room, heading back down the stairs and to the front door. He let himself out, locking it behind him and sighed, watching his hot breath on the chilly evening blow away.
He headed down the front walk, and through the pile up of cars in his driveway from the Avio ladies to his mostly blue 1992 Ford Festiva save for the one beige driver's side fender.
He opened the squeaky door and got into the car. He pressed the clutch and started the little car. The fan belt squealed as it puttered to life, and soon after was on his way.
Twenty minutes later, he was at his and his brother's highschool and the Festiva rattled to a squeaky stop next to the fields behind the school. The lights were on in the field and it was apparent that they were just wrapping up their game, as there were quite a few cars all waiting to pick everyone up.
Bryson kept the car running as he saw his fourteen year old brother spot his rattling jalopy and walked over. He pulled up on the door handle, but the door didn't open. Bryson leaned over and pulled the handle to open it for him.
The younger Shepard tossed his duffle bag onto the back seat and got in the car and closed the door.
"Hey Raymal." Bryson said fighting the transmission into first and with a squealing fan belt, were off down the street.
"Hey man. Urf... that game was such a showdown. We totally kicked Empress High's ass- seven to nothing."
Bryson nodded, turning and heading home through the darkened rural streets out of town. He shifted into third and kept motoring on home. The car was filled with silence for about five minutes until Raymal asked, "So... how come you're picking me up?"
"Mom has an Avio meeting. I just got home and saw a note that you needed to be picked up."
"Oh... okay." He said.
There was another period of silence. Bryson turned the heater up in the car a little bit to battle the 39 degree overcast night outside as they wound through the forested area. Out of the corner, he noticed his brother fidgeting. He glanced quickly and noticed that his brother was aroused, quite clearly in his loose, shiny red nylon soccer shorts.
He quickly looked back as he felt a tingle in his own sheath. He had been finding growing feelings for his little brother for about two years now, and it wasn't helped by the fact that four years ago, he came to the conclusion that he was gay himself.
Raymal folded his paws in his lap to hide his random wood as he looked out the window at the trees rolling by. Bryson downshifted for a small hill, and as he did, there was a loud crunch in the transmission and the car shuddered to a stop just at the top of the small rise, the engine flooded and died with a loud knocking.
"This fucking piece of shit." Bryson said jamming the transmission back into first to prevent them from rolling backward. He waited a moment, and tried starting the car, but to no avail.
"What happened?" Raymal asked.
"I got a shit box Ford. We gotta wait a few minutes and it should work fine."
So they waited quietly in the car on the dark expanse of road. There was a moon out, and because of the thin layer of clouds covering the sky, it let some light shine to the ground and let them see the trees gently swaying in the breeze.
Bryson tried starting the car again, it coughed, sputtered, lurched forward a few inches and flooded again. He sighed, turning the keys back and looking over at his brother.
Raymal was still semi erect, and looking out the window. That's when the older Shepard did something crazy, almost not in control of himself. His right arm extended and his paw gently wrapped around the tent in the red shorts and gently rubbed down the length.
His brother throbbed once, but then pushed his paw away and pressed himself up against the side of the car. "Dude... what the fuck?" he quizzed wide eyed.
"What? Didn't that feel nice?"
Raymal only blinked at him. "Fuck no! What are you? Some kind of fag or something? I mean... what the hell?"
Bryson reached for his brother again and his paw was smacked away. "You're fucked in the head!" he said in horror. He felt around for the door handle and quickly opened the door and let himself tumble out of the car.
He got up and started walking down the street in the direction they were going, shaking his head in disbelief. Bryson got out and followed him, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around him. "It's okay..."
Raymal squirmed and pushed his brother back. "It's not okay! What the fuck man? You're a freak! I'm telling mom you need serious fucking help! Stay away from me!"
He turned and started running. Bryson cringed and chased after him, tackling him to the ground. Raymal punched him across the face and screamed as he pushed him into the dirt.
"You little bastard!" Bryson growled.
"I'm telling mom! I'm telling dad! You're a sick freak! Get off of me!"
Bryson's aggressive nature suddenly kicked in and he slammed his brother against the ground and pulled him to his feet, and drug him back to the car. Raymal was screaming. "HELP! HELP!"
It was to no avail, they were on some back road miles away from the nearest form of civilization. Bryson held his brother firmly from moving in one strong arm and reached in his car and grabbed some bungee cords and rope from the center console and forced his brother on his stomach on the road.
He tightly bound his wrists behind his back and tied them in place, tied his ankles together and when Raymal was unable to move, he removed a bandana from his hoodie pocket and gagged him.
"You little bastard!" Bryson growled again pulling his little brother off the ground and slamming him down on the hood of the car. "You breathe a word of this to any one and I'll fucking kill you!" he threatened.
He kicked his car door shut and turned when he saw some headlights coming their way from down the road. He roughly pulled his brother up and drug him around the car and closed the other door and then pulled Raymal a few feet into the tree line and pushed him onto the ground and crouched as a pickup zipped by, not even stopping or slowing.
Bryson watched a cloud of his exhale breath blow curl out of his snout and he looked down at his helplessly tied little brother, his tight butt clearly defined in his nylon shorts.
This was all it took and he felt his member sliding out of its furry encasement in his boxers. He growled aggressively again and just about carried his brother a little deeper into the tree line and dropped him in the soft dirt of a very small clearing. He rubbed his paws over the tight, strong butt of his brother.
He grabbed the waist band and pulled the shorts down slightly revealing the tan fur of his brother's back side neatly framed by a white jockstrap. He murred as he felt his Shepard cock throb, leaking some pre cum into his boxers.
He quickly unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them and his boxers down and stroking his very aroused dog shaft looking over his exposed brother.
He almost couldn't believe that this was all happening, he pulled his brother up onto his knees, his head still pressed against the dirt and held him here with one strong arm, his other paw still stroking his cock.
At last he could hold back no longer and started rubbing the head of himself against the tight pink hole before him, spraying a little more precum onto it. He guided himself to his brother's tail hole and moaned quietly as he pushed himself in slowly, feeling the warmth encompass him.
Raymal whimpered in pain as his insides were intruded on, but couldn't move in the least. His brother pushed all the way into him, stopping at the beginnings of his knot. He paused a moment, a wave of ecstasy washing over him at the very tight warmth encompassing his member.
Then, he slid out faster than he went in, and pushed back in, and started slowly gaining speed, murring loudly as he yiffed his brother. Raymal was crying into the dirt, whimpering through pain, yet a surprising pleasure at the same time. He didn't know what to think, and could only cry in confusion.
"I'm gonna yiff you hard you little bastard." Bryson said and then did exactly that, gaining speed and intensity. His left paw wrapped further around Raymal's midsection and grabbed his surprisingly stiff member and started stroking it through the jock and shorts to the same rhythm and intensity of his pounding.
Bryson took in a deep breath, smelling his brother's scent rising up against the gentle, bitter breeze, and it only drove him wilder. He started hitting against him harder, his knot slapping against his brother's tight ring.
He felt a wetness in his left paw as he pawed his brother. Rubbing over Raymal's cock head revealed the source to him; He knew that it was his brother's precum spilling into his clothes. He kept going, not losing any speed or power, actually working up a sweat and moaning and murring loudly.
Little did he know that he was hitting Raymal's prostate- which actually started making his little brother moan softly through his gag, his eyes closed, the pain having left him and being filled with waves of pleasure.
Raymal wasn't going to last much longer. He knew it. He slammed himself in up to his knot, and then pressed hard into his brother, popping his knot inside the extremely tight tail hole. He continued his thrusting with the little bit of space he had left, mating them.
It was inside of fifteen seconds when the older Shepard was moaning loudly, and he felt his knot swell large inside his sibling, and his sac contract. He kept pawing his brother hard, and howled as hot ropes of his Shepard cum sprayed into the warmth of Raymal, filling his tight virgin hole.
When Raymal felt this, he found he couldn't resist the attention his own shaft was receiving and gurgling with the gag in his maw an attempt at a loud murring howl. He blew his own load in his jock strap, which mostly pushed through and soaked the crotch in his shorts with a much smaller, but still substantially sized mess.
Bryson collapsed exhaustedly on top of his little brother, and he panted heavily on top of him, his knot still firmly mated inside of the younger Shepard. He murred with pleasure as he heard and felt Raymal breathing heavily through his nose, his body rising and falling quickly from the exertion.
They lay like this for a few more minutes until Bryson could feel the chill of the air against his exposed body.
He waited a little longer for the swelling in his knot to subside so he could pull himself out. After which, he tucked his softening, cum covered cock back in his boxers and pulled his pants up and zipped them back up. He replaced his brother's shorts and sat and dropped his head into his paws, deep in thought.
Raymal caught his breath and rolled onto his back and was able to sit up and looked at his older brother, clearly in a huge state of confusion. Bryson's head lifted and he looked back at his little brother.
And there they sat, in the dim lighting of the cloud covered moon, both trying to figure out what the other was thinking, unsure of anything that had just happened.