Red Whine

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#1 of Bottled Whine

This is likely to be the last story for a while. Even if I do write others, I think I will let them sit for a while.


        My favorite

thing about living at home is... nothing. Overall it would be a good deal, except

for one thing; my little brother Daryl. When it comes to him, there are times

when I could simply smash my fist in his furry face. He has caused me more

grief than I want to think about.                The

most recent trouble has been with money coming up missing. When it's just your

mom and dad, and me and him, the possible culprits are few. I was getting

yelled at because my parents were missing cash now and again. I had a job, so I

didn't need theirs. I figured it was the little sneak, but I couldn't prove it.                One morning

I heard a knock on my door.                "Yeah!"                "Greg, I'm

going to go into town with your father today. He has only a half day of work

and I've decided to visit sissy today. I'll be home when he's home. You're in

charge of the house until we get back."                "Ok!"                I

sighed as I heard her footsteps head down the hall to the front door.  I was glad she hadn't opened mine. I was lying

here in bed stroking my cock. I had broken up with my girlfriend a week ago and

needed some action in a bad way.                I was

trying to get back in the groove of my fantasy when I heard footsteps in the

hall. It's hard to be stealthy in this house with all the squeaky floorboards.  Even for people like me, who are light on

their feet, it was impossible to walk silently.                I knew

it was my little bro. I heard him tiptoeing to mom and dad's bedroom. I knew

what he was up to, so I grabbed my camera. I switched it to video mode and

slipped out my door. I crept along the wall, knowing from experience that the boards

creaked less there. In a few seconds I was outside their door. The little sneak

was rifling through mom's cloths drawers. He finally made a little cry and held

up a twenty dollar bill. He grabbed a pair of her underwear and turned to

leave. That's when he saw me with the camera.                "Hi

Daryl," I called sweetly.                "Fuck!"

he yelled, dropping the panties and the money on the floor.                I

lowered the camera and smiled at him. "Well, well, well. Looks like I have my

evidence. I can't wait until mom and dad get home. I don't know which will piss

her off more; knowing who the thief is or finding out you've been using her

underwear to jack off in."                He made

a grab for the camera. I lofted it into the air. "Oh no you little jerk. I'm

showing them as soon as they get home."                I

almost felt bad when he started crying. I mean, he was a jerk, but he was my

brother. I was torn between conflicting emotions.                 "Please

don't tell them! I'll do anything if you don't tell!"                "Anything?"                "Anything!

I promise!"                I asked

one more time. "Anything?"                He

sniffed back tears. "Yes."                "OK. So

here's the deal. I don't tell them, and you do what I want."                He

brightened. "Yes, yes. What do you want?"                My look

got rather dark. "I need someone to fuck. Since you're volunteering, I'd suggest

we find a comfortable spot and get started."                His

eyes widened. "What? You can't do that!"                I jiggled

the camera in front of him. "Sure I can. Or else I'm playing this for mom and

dad!"                He

learned that day the term being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Had he

known better, he should have taken the rock. Because when I was going to be

done with him, he was going to be quite familiar with my hard place.                "What

do I have to do?"                "You have

to do what I tell you, and you have to submit to whatever I want." Since I hadn't

bothered getting dressed, what I wanted was sticking out in front of me.                 It's

funny. Being a Red Fox has its advantages and its disadvantages. Everyone thinks

you're cute, so it's hard to act tough, but then again, a lot of girls like you

because you're not as big as a wolf and less scary. But a fox comes equipped as

well as any lupus, even if it's not as large. If you want to have a naughty

time, then it's time to get knotty!                I

grabbed Daryl by his ear and dragged him to my bedroom.  Now that he was found out he was acting

pretty meek about it. I was taking no chances and set my camera up on the shelf,

out of his reach.  I picked him up and

tossed him on my bed. Reaching underneath, I pulled out a box and rummaged

through it. Finding what I wanted (something from girlfriend number 2) I pulled

them out.                I knew

better than to let him see what it was, even though I was fairly certain he

would have no idea what they were. I climbed up on top of him, shoved his face

in the pillow and grabbed an arm. In the next instant I had his left side restrained,

tied to the metal headboard. The next was a little tougher, as he fought me,

but I was bigger and stronger and I got the job done. All his wiggling had

stirred up my cock again. I couldn't help but wonder how his little ass was

going to feel.                He began

yelling and cursing, but seeing as our neighbors were a good ways away, I let

him go. No one but me was going to hear him, and I wanted him to sing like a

bird. I figured by the time I was done he would be hoarse.                I

pulled his pajama bottoms off and rubbed some lotion over his ass. I jabbed my

middle finger in and worked it around. His scream was shrill. "Stop it!"                I

leaned down in front of him. "Look. You did the crime, now you'll do the time.

I wouldn't care so much except that I've been blamed for it as well as you.

Seems to me, you either confess or you shut up."                He did

quiet down, right up to the point when he felt my cock against his hole. I

pushed to pointy tip in, got a hold of his shoulders and shoved. My eyes rolled

half way back in my skull. I had popped a few virgins in my day, but they had nothing

on this sweet little ass.                He

screamed so loudly and for so long that I shoved his face in the pillow. I

figured since I was hardly in, I didn't want my eardrums ruptured before I

penetrated him with my full length. I dropped down on him and thrust my hips

with repeated blows; driving me in as far as I could go. His struggles made it

all the more fun.                I

suppose I didn't have to be so mean about it, seeing as he was half my size.

But the little shit had gotten me in trouble and I didn't appreciate it. This

was my payback. Besides, I needed to blow a wad or two and his ass was the perfect

receptacle for doing it in. It was so good in fact that I was already looking

forward to future fucks.                I

grabbed his tail, watching as my cock slid in and out of his ass. I enjoyed it

while I could, because in a few minutes I was going to knot up and then he'd

learn the true meaning of being stretched to the limit.                I was

sitting over top of his legs, repeatedly cramming my cock into his tender virgin

hole. He had quieted down, but mostly because he was biting my pillow. I picked

up speed, trying to get him to yell some more. That happened when my knot

filled up. I purposely kept driving it in and out until I couldn't move

anymore. Then it was a matter of pulling back and pushing in only. Each time

his rectum would bulge out and then get pushed in. All the while I had a death

grip on his tail.                It didn't

take me long to cum. His insides were like a sleeve over my cock. He was tight

as hell and since I hadn't blown a load in a while it was ready that first

moment I broke his cherry. I leaned back and allowed the fluids to flow. I

grabbed his ankles, noticing his toes were curled up. His legs were stiff and

his arms were stretched tight.                 As the

last of my cum ebbed away, I sighed. Mom and dad had really only just left, leaving

me hours to have fun. I was tempted to keep going, but I figured the little

shit had his lesson. That didn't mean there wouldn't be other times. I sat and

waited for my knot to shrink, and I waited and I waited. He was lying there

sniffling and crying, but I was beginning to wonder if I was going to drop back

down to normal.                I tried

to pull out. It was stuck fast. The more I pulled the louder he yelled. His ass

could only stretch so far and I had reached its maximum capacity.  He finally found his voice.                "Get

off me you stupid asshole! It feels like you're tearing me apart!"                "Shut

up you little jerk. I'm stuck. It looks like we're stuck like this until I can

get the swelling to go down."                "What?

How long is that going to take?"                "I don't

know. I guess I'll just have to keep fucking you until it does!"                He

started to say something but it was converted into scream. I had pushed in and

pulled back, starting the cycle all over again. Blowing once was no big deal. I

could do it four or five times in a row, if given the proper inducements. His

ass was all I needed. I might feel sorry for him later, but right now I didn't care.                I

grabbed his shoulders and using them for leverage, pounded away with wild

abandon. I soon had the whole bed rocking back and forth. I only hoped the old

metal frame was up for the punishment it was going to get. I though the same thing

about my little bro's ass, but I wasn't as concerned about that.                After

about ten minutes, I could feel my knot slipping a little. That meant only one

of two things. Either it was shrinking or his ass was loosening up. I figured it

was the latter, which made me sad. I was looking forward to plucking that

cherry daily. On the other hand, I could now move a little more freely. I

started to drive that knot in and out with my thrusts.                 The

pillow was getting wet with tears. I wasn't totally heartless. I leaned over

and grabbed the lotion and rubbed some on my paw. I leaned in and slid it under

his belly and down to his cock. It was out, and I'm sure it didn't feel great rubbing

on the dry sheet. I stroked it until it was completely hard. From there, it was

matching my hand to my movements. After about five minutes I could feel him

shaking. In another two his cock erupted in my hand.                I could

feel it through I ass, and I found the feeling to be totally erotic. I

increased my pounding until I felt that tightening in my loins. I squeezed it

down the best I could prolonging it as I rammed and rammed and rammed his ass.

When I came, I felt my own toes tighten. His screams were, as I had predicted,

hoarse and shrill.                 I was able

to pull out, and so I did. He screamed one last time as I pulled loose. His ass

was gaping and cum was running down his balls. I untied him and flipped him

over.                "Well

little bro, I'm looking forward to future fun!"                "You

said this would be my punishment! You can't go back on your word!"                I

pulled the camera from the shelf. I flicked a switch and waited. In a few

seconds screams could be heard. His eyes went wide."                "Yep. I

filmed the whole thing. So if you never want your friends to know you're a little

pussy boy, you'll do what I say for as long as I say it. Got it?"                His

eyes went wide as he nodded.               

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