{"sf1_id":769379,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Beer and Whine make Everything Fine","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2597,"posted_at":"2014-10-18T10:01:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Brothers","Drinking","Fox","Incest","M/M","Oral","Rough","Underage","beer","camping","red fox","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/769379-beer-and-whine-make-everything-fine","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/769379","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=769379\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of Bottled Whine\n\nI had intended, during my hiatus in writing, to peruse SoFurry a little, since all I do on a normal day is write, write, write. Then the forces of evil struck, and I was back to writing while I waited for the valiant furs to fend off the attack of the hordes of DDOS minions. So here you go; have another story.","content":"                Hey\nthere! Greg again. You know, the one who started banging his little brother. Yeah,\nit's sort of funny how I've gone from doing girls to going both ways. It would\ntotally flip my parents out if they knew, so I kind of keep it quiet. No point\nin distressing them over things that don't much matter in the long run.\n                Daryl\nwas my backup date when any of the school girls were busy, and he was getting\nto be pretty good at what he did. The other nice thing was that I didn't have\nto wear protection. I saved a bit of cash not having to buy condoms all the\ntime.\n                The\nfunny thing was, when this first started, he and I were at odds, and the sex\nwas more of a punishment. But now we were pretty tight, and the sex was more a\nbonding than anything else. And I wasn't beyond being the giver now and again.\nThere was no point in being a jerk when there was no call for it anymore.\n                The\nfunny thing was, neither of us had the time for much of anything. School kept\nhim busy, and my job was taking up prime snuggle time.  I did have an upcoming weekend off but our\nparents were going to be home. So I cooked up an idea.\n                Dad had\na lot of camping stuff hidden in the attic above the garage. I asked him if I\ncould borrow it to set up in the back yard. At first he hemmed and hawed\naround, but mom stepped in and said it was fine. \"Harold, you haven't even looked\nat that stuff in years. If the kids want to camp out in the backyard, let\nthem!\" She gave him a nudge.\n                I had\nto smile. Mom probably figured if we were out of the house for a while, she and\ndad could have some alone time too. He seemed to get her drift. \"Fine. But if\nyou set it up, you need to break it down when you're done. I'm not going to be\nputting it away.\"\n                \"Deal!\"\nOn Friday I had the back corner of the yard all set up, with a fairly big\ncanvas tent, a fire pit, camp chairs; pretty much everything. When Daryl got\nhome he came out to the yard and was nearly bowled over. \"Dude, I can't believe\nyou did this!\"\n                I\nflipped open the cooler. \"Yep! Food and drinks!\"\n                He\nleaned down to grab a soda and stopped. \"Is that beer under there?\"\n                \"You\nhad better believe it. I got one of my friends to buy it for me. It's been hell\nkeeping it hidden. So you can't go crazy sucking them down. I don't need to get\nin trouble over this.\"\n                He\npopped open his pop can. \"I promise. But what if I have to piss?\"\n                \"Then\nyou'll l do it out here. That's part of the reason I set us up in the back.\"\n                \"What's\nthe other part?\"\n                \"So\nthat we can't be heard if we get a little loud.\"\n                He\nsmiled. \"Do you mean it?\"\n                \"Of\ncourse little dude,\" I said as I ruffled his fur.  \n                He ran\nback into the house and amazingly, finished his weekend homework that very night.\nHe even almost worked through supper. When he was done eating he grabbed his\npajamas and his pillow. I already had the sleeping bags outside and of course my\nown clothing and accessories. I didn't think we needed a lot of stuff, just the\nbasics, like lube. Of course, I had it hidden in my pillow in case anyone came\nout to look things over.\n                No one\ndid. I think the parents were more than happy to have the house to themselves,\nand I was glad to let them have it. By evening I had a fire going, a little\nRock and Roll playing, and my little bro and I were enjoying a beer together.\n                \"Greg?\"\n                \"Yeah?\"\n                \"Do you\nstill hate me?\"\n                \"Dude,\nhow can you ask that? I've never hated you. I just thought you were a little\nannoying shit. And to be honest, you were.\"\n                \"Yeah,\nI guess so. Thanks by the way.\"\n                \"For\nwhat?\"\n                \"For\neverything. I'd probably be in deep shit by now if you hadn't gotten after me.\"\n                \"Seriously?\nYeah, you probably would be. But then again, I never thought we'd be sitting here\nhanging out either.\"\n                He\nsmiled around his gulp of beer. \"My either. Kinda glad we are.\"\n                He was\nso different from those earlier times. I still got a hard on remembering him\nstuck in the window, and pulling his pants down and nailing him good. Of\ncourse, I felt a little bad about it now, but not too bad. He had it coming.\nAnd he had grown to like it. I wasn't as rough as I used to be. He occasionally\nreminded me of that. It was one of the things he had grown to like. Yet it was\nstill difficult for me to go hard on him anymore. We had shared some pretty\ninteresting things together.\n                As I\ndrank more of the beer, I felt the urge to try and repay the little twerp. I\nfinally made up my mind and made him stand up. He was a little wobbly from his\nintake, but he was able to stand long enough for me to drop his pants. He\nplopped back down and I pulled them the rest of the way off.\n                'What\ngives?\" he asked.\n                I\ndidn't say a word, but I put my head in his lap, pulled down his sheath and began licking his cock to\nbring it to life. It was a first for me, and I figured if I was ever going to\ndo it, it might as well be to him. He groaned and leaned back in the camping\nchair. It didn't take long for his red shaft to slide out into the open. I went\ndown on it, allowing my tongue to curl down and lick his furry balls. I nearly\ngagged for trying so hard, but I was proud that I was able to do it. I had once\ndated a girl who could do that, but she wasn't the kind you kept around for\nlong. You know the type.\n                Daryl\ngingerly put his hands on my head as I worked him over. His little groans and\ngrunts were a turn on, and I knew that once he came, he had better be ready for\ngetting on his stomach, because I was going to be doing some grunting of my\nown.\n                I took\nmy time though, knowing full well that the happier I made him; the happier he\nwas likely going to make me. I really started to get into this cock-sucking,\nand turned it into a game, to see how quickly I could get him off. As it turned\nout, it wasn't long.\n                It helped\nthat I started to play with his butthole, fingering him until he was loosened\nup and was ready to accept my intrusion. I worked it in, and then pushed until\nI was in deep. I used the tip to rub his insides, tickling his sensitive spot\nuntil his grip on my head became painful. His knot went hard in my mouth,\nadding to the volume. But hey, what were brothers for?\n                When he\nlet go, it was like a garden hose. I fought down the desire to spit his cum\nout. I was doing this for him, but a definite newbie. But when he began face\nfucking m, I nearly lost my cool. Still, I let him do his thing, for all those\ntimes I had done them to him.\n                By the\ntime he was done, I had cum on my muzzle and he was lying limply in his chair.\nThe smile on his face was almost worth it. And overall, it wasn't so bad. I had\nkind of figured it would be sort of nasty tasting, but it was just a little\nsalty. It was a taste I could live with.\n                I\ngrabbed a towel and wiped my face, then picked him up and dragged him inside\nthe tent. He didn't twitch a muscle. I got undressed, pulled out the lube and\ndragged his ass in the air. A quick application to my cock and I was ready to\ngo. I grabbed his tail and with a sharp stab, nailed his hole. He grunted as I\npushed it in, not bothering this time to go easy on him. We had all weekend and\nI intended to get as much mileage out of him as I possibly could. I wanted to\nsee just how many times I could fill up his ass before I ran out of steam.\n                My\nfirst orgasm came pretty fast on the heels of me buggering his hole. I hadn't\ndrained the tank in awhile so I blew after only a few minutes. Daryl didn't\neven groan out a complaint. He knew me well enough by now to know I had more in\nme. Heck, I hadn't even had time to knot up. That came about ten minute later\nand my knot filled him up and stretched him tight.\n                I\nleaned back, and instead of pounding him, I jerked backwards, pulling him along\nwith each tug. That was one of the great things about being able to knot up.\nSince you couldn't slide out, you could do things a little differenlyt than the\nother species around could. \n                It was\nenough to drive the little guy out of his mind. I probably could have forced my\ncock out, but that wasn't the point. I was reverse fucking him, pulling him\ninto me instead of driving into him. It was a blast to watch him dig into the\nsleeping bag, trying to halt his backwards journey.\n                I did\nthat for a few minutes, and then leaned into him again, pushing with all my\nmight. He grunted with satisfaction at having my front solidly paddling his\nbutt with each thrust. I applied my thumbs to either side of his ass and\npressed them together, forcing him even tighter. He groaned ever louder as I\nrenewed the vigor of my thrusts.\n                \"Gre-e-e-e-e-g-g-g-g!\"\nHe cried out as I had a slam-fest on his ass. Anyone watching would have\nthought I was hurting him, but the little perv was pushing back against me as I\nrailed on his tight little bung. He wanted it as much as I did.\n                I\nfinally grabbed his tail in both paws and literally slammed him down on my\ncock. I was feeling like I was going to explode any minute and the harder I\ntried to let go, the more it escaped me. His throat was reduced to uttering\nguttural sounds as I hammered away on him, probably more so than I had ever\ndone in the past. I suppose it was the beer, or maybe just the fact that we\nwere alone, or maybe it was the fact than he was into it. I don't really know.\nWhat I did know was that if I didn't cum again soon, he was going to be in a\nworld or hurt.\n                I\nforced him onto his side and grabbed his leg. I would have rolled him all the\nway over, but my knot was in like it was glued in place. As it was, it took some\ndoing to slip myself around to get him on his side. I hoped that his hip joint\nwas going to be still in place by the time I was done. \n                It\nseemed to take forever before my wad crept up to the point where I knew I could\nfinally cum. It built up to an apex until it hurt. But come it did and I exploded\ninside him again, like a bomb. There wasn't a single girl that I had ever\nbedded that had made me feel like this. Oh, they were fun, and different, but\nnowhere  close to delivering the\nsatisfaction I felt from blowing it inside Daryl. \n                Despite\nhaving unloaded twice, my cock was nowhere close to subsiding, and I figured\nI'd pound him until either or I came again or my muscles gave out. It was sadly\nthe latter. I finally couldn't do it anymore.  But that didn't stop him. He pushed up and\nsaid, in a wavering voice, \"Roll us over.\"\n                I\nwasn't that easy. I was beat, but with his help, we managed it. He was now on\ntop, in the reserve cowgirl position. I think he would have liked to have\nturned around, but there was no way that was going to happen. Making the best\nof it, he started to work himself up and down. I could feel his movements quite\nwell, and I lauded the little guy for his persistence. \n                He\nleaned down and grabbed my knees, working hard to lift his ass high. I thought\na couple of times my knot was going to finally get yanked out, but it was in\nthere like a persistent club bouncer at a posh nightclub. It's wasn't going\nanywhere. Until it did however. He was finally able to pull off of it with an\naudible pop. He sighed and dropped back down, resting on it.\n                He\nstayed like that for a moment or two before he starting riding my shaft like\nthere was going to be no tomorrow. It didn't think I had anything left in me,\nbut about ten minute of that and I was feeling the heat. So was he, and I could\nfeel his body tense as his orgasm hit. \nAs he lost control over his body again, I yanked him back, drew up my\nknees and pummeled his ass again until I delivered another load to his much\nabused rectum.\n                We lay\nthere panting for a while before breaking it off. We both had to pee really bad,\nand I think he felt the need to clear out his ass. He quietly snuck in the\nhouse and used the downstairs toilet so as to not disturb our parents, in case\nthey were getting busy with it too. I took a piss outside and sat waiting for\nhim to return.\n                I had\nto chuckle a little as I watched him head back out to our camp site. He was\nbacklit by the porch light, and I could see a distinct waddle in his movements.\nHe was going to be sore for a while. Too bad I was going to be all hard and\nrandy come morning. I always was!\n                We\ncrawled into one sleeping bag. Before we drifted off to sleep, he asked me,\n\"What time are we getting up?\"\n                \"I'm\nalways up in the morning dude.\"\n                He\ndidn't catch on. \"I mean did you set an alarm or anything?\"\n                \"Nope.\nI have an internal alarm clock, why?\"\n                \"I\nwanted to watch some television in the morning is all. Do you think you can\nwake me before nine?\"\n                \"Wake\nyou up? Sure. But I don't know if you'll make it into the house before ten.\"\n                \"What?\nWhy?\" Then he paused. \"Oh! Never mind!\"\n                "}