{"sf1_id":721259,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Red Whine, A Second Glass","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1884,"posted_at":"2014-06-22T17:13:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Brothers","Cub","Cum","Fox","Incest","M/M","NC","Rape","Stuck","Trapped","windows"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/721259-red-whine-a-second-glass","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/721259","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=721259\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of Bottled Whine\n\nThere were a few requests for another story based on Red Whine. So here it is.","content":"                Hi! Remember\nme? I'm Greg. I told you before about my shitty little brother Daryl. Yeah,\nthat's right, the little thief that kept getting me into trouble. Remember?\nYeah, I thought you might. I think a few of you expressed the opinion that what\nI did to the pain in my ass was wrong. Maybe it was. Call it tit for tat. I\nthink I gave him a choice. So maybe it wasn't a fair choice, but who ever said\nlife was fair?                Besides,\nhe was a little more cautious around me now, so at least I had that going for\nme. He didn't back talk as much and if he did, I just stood and rubbed my\ncrotch. He would clam up immediately. Mom and Dad never noticed my actions. But\nthey did notice the change in Daryl. They never questioned it, considering that\nhis behavior seemed improved. The fact was, he was still an asshole. I was just\nmanaging to keep him in line.                One\nweekend, they announced that they were going away on a couples retreat. I didn't\nhave anything going on, so I figured that staying home to babysit the bozo was\nno big deal. I had no intention of molesting him. I figured that was the stuff\nI would reserve for punishment. As it was, I had a few girls I was seeing, so\nmy nuts were hardly in a backed-up condition.                He, on\nthe other hand, I happened to know wanted to go to a party. Mom and Dad had said\nit was out of the question. They didn't trust him any farther than they could\nthrow him. He had started to make a scene, but I rubbed my cock and he shut\ndown. All they saw was me glaring at him. If they only knew the truth.                They\nleft, and Daryl went to his room to sulk. Of course, I wasn't an idiot. His\nroom had been my room once, and I had used the side window (the rooms were\nupstairs) to gain access to the porch roof and from there to the trellis. If he\nwas half the sneak I knew he was, he had done the same thing before. It would\nwork right up to the day the trellis couldn't handle the added weight.                I stood\nout in the hall and listened. Nothing happened for a little while. I figured\nthat he was going to wait until he thought I wasn't paying attention and make\nhis escape. I have to admit; standing there without creaking the floorboards\nwas a job. But in a short amount of time, I heard his bedsprings as he got up\nand walked across the floor. The sound of the window opening came to my sensitive\nears.                I\nwaited about two seconds before whipping open the door. Two things happened at\nonce. He startled, and since he was about a third of the way through the opening,\nhe jumped up, striking the window. That knocked it loose from the friction\nholding it in place, allowing it to come down hard on his back.                It\nknocked the wind out of him. He was now partially inside and partially\noutside.  His hips and legs were dangling\njust a bit on the inside. His toes weren't even touching the floor. I stepped\nover and tapped on the glass. \"Going somewhere little brother?\"                He\nsquirmed angrily. \"You stupid shit! Why did you do that?\"                I\nlooked at the window and smiled. In the next instant I pushed the latch that\nkept the window up when you wanted it left open for air. It effectively pinned\nhim where he was. \"Because you have no permission to leave the house.\nTherefore, you were breaking the rules.\"                \"I was\ngoing to go outside in the backyard!\"                \"Really?\"\nMy tone was sarcastic. \"Is there something wrong with the back door?\"                When I\nsaid \"back door\", I felt a twinge in my pants. Then I smiled. It was punishment\ntime. I stepped out into the hall, leaving him yelling and cursing at me.  I stepped into the bathroom, found a small\nbottle of lotion and came back to his room. He was still spouting obscenities. He\ncouldn't really see me, so he had no immediate idea what I was doing. For all\nhe knew, I had left him trapped there. His punishment wasn't going to be that\neasy                I\ndropped my clothing on the floor. I wasn't worried about being seen, as this\nside of the house faces back towards the woods. I rubbed my cock a few times,\nbut it hardly needed coaxing.  IT was\nalready stiff. I walked to the window and with one swift motion, pulled off his\nshoes. It was at that moment that he realized the helplessness of his\nsituation. He should really learn not to piss me off.                His\nbasketball shorts were all too easy to remove, as were his boxers. I now had an\nexcellent view of his fluffy tail and the superb hole that lay underneath. His\nfluff covered balls and sheathed cock were just under that. I was so very\ntempted to give them a smack, but opted to take out my anger in more\nconstructive ways.                To make\nsure he knew what was up, I put a dollop of lotion on my middle finger and shoved\nit up his as. He started struggling and hollering. I stopped just long enough\nto yell out to him. \"There isn't anyone who's going to hear you, you know!\"                Figuring\nI was just wasting time, I slathered the stuff on my now red hot cock and\nplaced the tip against his ass hole. He tightened up involuntarily. That was\nall the better, because girls couldn't do that. Well, I guess they might, but I\nhad not bothered them for any rear door action. Why bother? I had it right\nhere.                I didn't\nbother trying to force it right away. I decided to let him tire out fighting first.\nIf nothing else, he wasn't likely to hurt himself stuff as he was. I just\nleaned against the wall and allowed my weight to push against him. The lube did\nits job because I slid in rather quicker than I wanted. So I pulled back out\nand started over. I did that like fifteen times before I pushed it all the way\nin. I knotted up and groaned with the pleasure of the feeling.                I\nlooked out past the curtains. I could see his hands balled up and flailing\nuselessly in the air. I sort of felt bad, but only for a second and only with\nthe slightest of twinges. He was a total jerk and if he was so stupid as to try\nsomething on my watch he deserved whatever he got.                Since we\nwhere now conjoined in the most intimate of manners, I quit leaning against the\nwall and instead leaned back away from him. My knot pulled back and I could see\nhis sphincter bulge from the pressure. But his ass was too small to let go of\nit. I just stood there. Watching his legs kick. He had no purchase to which to\nget me very hard, and all he was doing was making it worse on himself. I think\nhe realized this and stopped. I leaned in and started fucking him. Both of the\ngirls I was seeing it turned out had been busy this weekend, and I had not\njacked off in anticipation of seeing at least one of them.  So Daryl was going to get quite load before I\nwas done.                I\ngrabbed his hips and lifted up the back side of his body and drove it home. It\nwas like fucking a girl, only this was a whole hell of a lot tighter. I might\nhave to mix things up a little with the girls, but then again, I might have to\njust make this my special time with my little brother.                 My hips\nwere working away like a jackhammer. I could feel his muscles tightening up\nwith unbelievable tension.  My knot had\nfilled him up to the point that he was going to be gaping open by the time I\nwas done.                I\nreached down under his hips and coaxed his cock out. As it was the tip was protruding,\neither from some masochistic pleasure he was getting, or from the motion of his\nbody. My fingers were still soft and a little slick from the lotion. I gave it\na few tugs until it was hard. I leaned towards the window and yelled. \"Nice little\nhard-on, you freaking perv! You like this, don't you?\"                He\nstruggled again, but gave it up as futile. \nI gripped his cock firmly, not hard and mean like, but with the idea of\njacking him off. I was beginning to wonder what his ass would feel like while he\nwas cumming. I would have used two paws, but his cock wasn't that big. So I\nused my free paw to hold his tail, using it as an anchor for my activities.                 About\nten minute later I was feeling that wonderful heat in my balls. I looked down\nand saw his toes were curled up like elf shoes. \nHis insides were getting hot, and the space I was occupying in his ass\nseemed to be getting smaller. It was time to let go.                I let\ngo of his cock and grabbed his hips again. I remembered all the things that he\nhad done to piss me off and I unleashed myself as punishment for every one of them.\nI felt like Mom's sewing machine running on high. I got so aggressive that my\ncock pulled loose and I began ramming my knot in and out. His screams just\nmight have carried to the next house as this rate.                I\nfinally blew the biggest wad ever. It screamed through my cock like a freight train.\nI was soon pumping him full, and at the same time, I could feel that he was\ncutting loose to. He was shooting all over the window sill. I did my best to extend\nmy orgasm, finally faking the tail end of it with conscious squeezes of my\nmuscles.                I\nreally wanted to just start the whole thing over again, but I doubted he would\nsurvive another round. I was pretty sure his breath was coming in short gasps\nfrom the pressure of the window. I pulled out and clicked open the latch. I had\nto grab him to keep him from falling out onto the roof. I pulled him back into\nthe room and tossed him on the bed.                When he\ngot his wind back he turned and started to curse me. I was standing there right\nin front of his face. My cock was at mouth level. He looked into my eyes and\nwisely closed it. \"Look Daryl. Every time you do something stupid. I am going\nto be on your ass about it. More to the point, I will be in your ass. I'm\nbeginning to really like this shit. It's kinky. But as long as you'd don't fuck\nup, you won't get fucked, I'll promise you that. So you see, you have incentive\nto straighten up. Me, I'm hoping you don't!\""}