Accidental Discovery
Carter shivered as he stepped through the main doorway. The air outside was frosty and the mink flicked his ears in surprise as he saw just how much snow the storm had brought during the night. No wonder so many of the domestics hadn't made it to work. But by now the weather had calmed and the sun shone brightly from a cloudless sky. Carter took a deep breath and wrapped his overcoat tighter around himself. As he came down the steps from the entrance and started to make his way toward the stables, his boots sank in almost to the knees. He stopped and turned to look at the white facade of Woodward Manor. The snow was heavy on the roofs and the trees in the park. He gave a quiet sigh and smiled, he had been away for far too long.
Hurrying on, he quickly reached his destination. In front of the stables, the small sleigh was gleaming in the sunlight and one of the boys was helping his father to put on the horses. He waited for a moment, then cleared his throat.
"You summoned me, father?"
Lord Woodward turned around and smiled at him with that certain smile he had missed so much during the past months.
"Indeed I did, my son. It is fortunate to have you here during these difficult days. I fear I shall not be with you tonight. Urgent family business requires my presence in London and I shall not return before tomorrow noon at the earliest. In my absence I entrust you to take care of things here."
Carter sighed and nodded. He had only returned home for the winter holidays two days prior and he had been looking forward to spending a little time with his father. At least he would only be gone for this one night.
"I understand, father. All shall be well, I promise."
"Thank you, my son. I am proud of you. I would also that you take charge of Duskin. Like the other servants, Alec will probably not be back until tomorrow."
"Of course, father. There is no need to worry."
Alec, the manservant his parents had hired for Duskin, lived down in the village like many of the other domestics. He was really nice and Carter sometimes got a bit jealous that his brother had him all to himself. Not that he would admit it, of course.
Meanwhile they had finished with the horses and his father came closer to put a paw on Carter's shoulder.
"Splendid! Then I shall see you both upon my return."
"Godspeed, father," Carter smiled and watched the older mink climb onto the sleigh. With a flick of the reins the two horses started to pull. He took a deep breath of cold air and watched until it passed through the gates. Then he nodded at the stable boy who was still waiting to be dismissed and turned back to the house.
"While the cat is away, the mice might as well play," he thought to himself and a wicked smile spread across his muzzle. The half-brother's mother was still absent from the house, attending her younger niece in her first child-bed, and with so many of the servants gone as well, this gave him the unique opportunity to spend some time with his half-brother with no prying eyes to disturb them. He had missed Duskin maybe even more than anything else and they hadn't even had a chance to catch up since his return. And if he knew his brother, there definitely was something to catch up on. All he needed was a little encouragement - and Carter knew exactly where to find it.
***
Even though Carter had hurried with his duties, the sun was already setting as he stormed up the long flight of stairs from the main hall. Getting a bottle of â€Ëencouragement' from the cellars had been easier than he had expected. The kitchen had been almost deserted and not even his father would notice a single bottle missing from his extensive stock. He hid the wine behind his back, knocked on the door to Duskin's room and, not waiting for an answer, he quickly slipped inside. Duskin was sitting at his desk, reading by the light of a lamp.
"Carter," he smiled as he turned around and noticed him.
The mink returned the smile and came closer.
"The thought occurred to me earlier, brother mine, that with father and mother now both away, and with most of the servants absent as well, I thought it a good opportunity to be together and... converse for a while."
Duskin grinned and tried to sneak a peek behind Carters back. His brother simply knew him too well, the mink thought and slowly revealed the bottle.
"Is that...?" Duskin asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Direct from father's cellars. I trust I may rely upon your discretion."
"Regarding what matter?" was all Duskin could say before they both broke out in laughter.
"I have missed you, my brother," Carter admitted and took Duskin's paw to lead him over to the bed where they settled down.
"As have I you. You have been away for so long."
"Indeed I have. It is good to be home."
He pulled the cork from his present and filled their glasses.
"To us..." he proposed and they both took a sip of the delicious red liquid.
"A most excellent choice," Duskin smiled and licked his lips. "But I must be careful. You know I am not used to drink."
Carter just chuckled and topped up his brother's glass. He knew indeed. Duskin flicked his ears but seemed eager to tasted more and for a while they just sat there and sipped from their glasses. At some point Carter put his arm around Duskin's shoulders and the younger skunk-mink leaned into his brother's embrace. They had done this countless times before, but something in the way his half-brother reacted to the touch was different tonight. Duskin's cheeks were flushed from the wine and Carter, feeling the time was right, pulled him closer.
"Is everything all right, my brother?" he asked.
"â€Ëfcourse. I-I feel... feel verypleasant...," was Duskin's slurred reply.
Ever so gently Carter eased the glass out of his brother's paw and put it away. His own courage bolstered by the wine, he took a deep breath and whispered, "If I knew no better, I could almost believe that my brother had tasted some forbidden fruit in my absence."
Almost immediately the younger mustelid's face and ears blushed a bright red and he started to shiver slightly in his brother's arms, unable to speak. Even Carter had not expected his words to have that much of an effect.
"I am right, am I not? Who is it, then? One of the servant girls? Maybe that beautiful weasel girl father hired while I was away?"
Duskin shook his head energetically, still too embarrassed to speak.
"Sshh... nobody shall know. Have you not always trusted me with such things?"
"B-but..." Duskin slowly began and bit his lower lip. "But thissis diff'rent."
Carter turned his brothers head to look him in the eyes. "Truly? Do you not think I had to notice the moment of my return home that you had a secret? One that you could barely suppress telling?"
"But... I promisesed."
Duskin blushed even further if that was at all possible and hid his face against his brother's chest. Carter could not help but smile. His brother knew that he was right, of course, and so he waited patiently until finally Duskin whispered,
"I-It... it is... A-Alec, brother."
Carter felt his heart skip a beat. Then the widest of grins spread all over his muzzle and he just had to give his brother a squeeze.
"I shall tell no-one," he promised. "Fret not, dearest brother: it is not all bad."
Slowly Duskin looked up and blinked away a tear.
"W-what doyou... mean?"
"Perhaps... there are more similarities between us than we may have thought," Carter grinned and held him close.
"You m-m-mean...?"
"Oh yes... your brother, too, has taken strolls on the other side of the fence. And I cannot say I blame you. Alec is a beautiful young fox. Did you...?"
Carter took a deep breath. He felt his own cheeks burning and simply could not find the right words to ask what one simply did not. Duskin just shook his head and swallowed.
"So... he did...?"
A weak nod.
"He must be deeply enamoured of you to risk doing such a thing."
Another nod.
"And... do your feelings correspond with his?"
Yet again, Duskin nodded, tears welling up in his eyes.
"F-father... will d-disown me, w-won't he...?" he sobbed, his voice still slurred by the wine. Carter just snickered.
"Neither mother nor father need know. And, even should one day the secret should come to their knowledge, as long as it remains hidden from others then it will simply be a truth they prefer to ignore. That is the way things have always been. As long as we maintain appearances, we are free to do as we please."
His drunken brother looked up, took a deep breath and reached for his glass again, eagerly gulping down more wine in an attempt to drive away his embarrassment. Carter just held him and stroked his headfur until Duskin finally started to relax against his shoulder. Soon after, he was snoring quietly.
Carter could not help but grin. "Do not worry, my brother. I shall take good care of you, just as I promised."
Careful not to wake him, even though that was hardly necessary, he started unbuttoning his brother's jacket, then his shirt, revealing Duskin's luxurious, grey chestfur. The mustelid moaned quietly and struggled a bit, but did not wake up. He did his best not to disturb him any more than necessary as Carter went on to remove Duskin's trousers and undergarment until his brother lay stark naked on the bed in front of him, legs slightly apart. Carter churred quietly as he watched. His brother was well endowed and he had to admit, the sight of that slightly swollen sheath amidst a patch of white did not miss its effect on him. But he did not want his brother to catch a cold and so he slipped his brother's legs under the covers and tucked him in. He did not dare dress him in his sleeping gown lest he awaken him after all and instead just placed a soft kiss on Duskin's forehead. But just as he was about to leave, the younger mustelid's arms reached out for him and held him close while he mumbled, eyes closed, "Cannyou... not shtay?"
Carter hesitated for a moment. It would be highly inappropriate, of course. But then again, nobody would know. Finally he took a deep breath and nodded, quickly getting undressed to join his brother under the covers, one arm wrapped around him. Duskin murred contentedly as he felt his brother's warmth so close and only minutes later, they were both asleep, nosepad to nosepad.
***
Carter awoke early the next morning when Duskin suddenly squirmed in his arms. He blinked a few times before opening his eyes just as his brother gave an urgent moan and shivered, even though he seemed to still be fast asleep. He pulled him a little closer, gently rubbing over his brother's back and was still wondering whether he should wake him up when all of a sudden a hot stream of liquid started to flood down his thighs.
Carter yelped in surprise and tossed away the covers, only to reveal that Duskin was wetting heavily, an urgent stream shooting forth from the pointed tip of his shaft that had slipped out of its sheath. Before he could even react, his own crotchfur, his thighs - and the sheets - were soaked. Then, finally, Duskin awoke with a gasp, immediately clenching off the flow after one last spurt. As the mustelid started to realise where he was and what just happened, he started panting with the sudden rush of adrenaline, not daring to open his eyes.
"Ssh... All will be well," Carter whispered to his brother's blushing ear. It was an accident..."
Duskin was truly mortified, unable to move or speak. His muzzle trembled and then he began to cry miserably.
"W-what have I done...? Y-you will surely despise me for my weakness! I am so... so sorry..." he whispered in between his sobbing, but Carter just gave him a squeeze.
"I could not honestly say that to be necessary..." Carter whispered back and something in his voice made Duskin hold his breath.
"W-what... do you mean?" he finally asked but instead of an answer, Carter just took his brother's paw and lead it down to his own wet and very hard shaft. He would not have been able to hide the effect Duskin's accident had had on him, anyway. It obviously took his brother a moment to realise what it was he was holding in his fingers, but when he did, opening his eyes at the same time, he gasped with surprise.
Carter giggled and pulled his confused brother on top of him, trapping their arousal between them. He could feel that his brother's shaft reacted just as quickly, sliding out of the sheath and along his own. By now, Carter was panting as well with the sudden onset of heat and without even thinking, he felt his hips starting to buck. Duskin on top of him moaned but then he suddenly drew a sharp breath and went rigid.
"There is more, is there not?" Carter whispered and Duskin shook his head, cheeks bright red with shame.
Carter moaned longingly and put a paw behind his brother's neck, helping his brother hide his face against his shoulder. "Do it..." he whispered hoarsely.
"B-but..."
"Do what you need to. I dare you."
For a moment he felt Duskin hold his breath, then he started to shiver and finally, the hot flood started to spread between their bodies as his brother released the rest of his need all over them. The stream didn't seem to end and Carter felt himself get harder and harder with every moment.
"Ooh..." he moaned, "I had no idea your need was so great."
He felt Duskin whimper with relief against his shoulder, his whole body shivering with barely contained excitement. His brother's shaft twitched against his belly as the stream finally came to an end. For a moment, they just lay there, both panting, both flushed, but then Carter could take it no longer. He carefully slipped a paw between their excited bodies and wrapped his fingers around their two hard cocks. Their fur was completely soaked but that only served to heighten his arousal even further. Slowly he started to stroke them both until Duskin whimpered, "C-careful..."
"It... would seem," Carter said and swallowed, "you are enjoying this even more than I am."
He felt Duskin tense up but before his brother could get embarrassed again, he slipped his other paw under his brother's bushy tail. As his fingers sought and found the tight pucker, Carter whispered, "Do you... want me to do as Alec did...?"
Duskin pulled himself up along Carter's body and nodded, eyes firmly closed. But his body's signals were invitation enough. He might have been too shy to say it out loud, but his brother needed this - badly. With a soft moan Carter grabbed hold of his brother's waist and guided him until his hard shaft poked against the mustelid's tailhole.
"Please..." Duskin hissed and Carter was more than eager to comply. He thrust upwards and pushed his tip past the initial resistance, making his brother moan loudly. He tried his best to be gentle, but by now, his heart was racing. He needed this just as urgently. As slowly as he could manage, he pushed forward until he had slipped almost his entire length under his brother's tail and he could see Duskin's shaft twitching with excitement. He just had to wrap his paw around it. Immediately, the mustelid held his breath and then hissed,
"C-careful, I cannot..."
"I know, you cannot endure, my brother. But you shall not need to for much longer."
Carter bit his lip and whimpered as he slowly started fucking his brother's tailhole. He knew he would only be able to control himself for a few more thrusts, but as much as he wanted this to last, he just needed release too much to pace himself. When he finally felt it coming, he gave his brother's shaft a firm squeeze until Duskin's tail started to flutter and they both cried out in ecstasy. Carter arched his back and filled Duskin's tailhole while his brother's shaft squirted hot spurts all over his chest, one even hitting his cheek, which only served to make him giggle when they finally collapsed, their bodies hot, wet and thoroughly spent.
After a long while, Duskin finally opened his eyes and whispered, "You shall not speak of this to anyone...?"
Carter just smiled warmly and shook his muzzle. "I shall not. But we need to hurry if you want to hold your sheets to the same promise."
They both burst into laughter and Carter cuddled his brother lovingly. Neither he nor the sheets ever lost a word about what happened that night.