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Brothers Back Together for Christmas

By Bunny Hops

Aaron, 35 year old male jaguar

??Wife:Trudy, 32 year old jaguar (pregnant)

??Kids: Ebba, (f,9), Kyra, (f,7), Issac, (m, 4), Jacob (m,2)

Brody, 34 year old male jaguar

??Wife: Flora, 34 year old bobcat, pregnant

??Kids: Hamish,(m,4)

Even three full days into winter the Mission Hills of San Diego were as dry and arid as usual. San Diego did not care about the Nor'easter destroying the northeast, nor the blizzard reeking havoc across the Rocky Mountains from Canada to southern New Mexico. The Bible Belt was fighting record breaking lows creeping down from the arctic and the northwestern states were covered in a thick sheet of ice, but southern California was completely oblivious of the season.

Somehow Aaron, his pregnant wife Trudy, and their four cubs managed to escape out of Denver and through the Rocky's in a minivan relatively unscathed. Relatively, since there was some panic yelling during a particularly windy stretch of road with almost zero visibility, and Jacob, his youngest child at just shy of two years, had an unbelievably nasty bought of anxiety farts that almost put the entire trip to an end just from the smell. But some hastily bought air fresheners and a cracked window managed to save the trip. Once they were out of the mountains the weather eased up considerably, and Jacob was once again fine.

He didn't mind traveling with his family in their overpriced van decked out with all the trimmings: extra air bags, a roll cage, other additional safety features that should be standard, Bluetooth everything, DVD players, drop-down screens, heated seats and steering wheel, voice activated navigation, and of course full leather trim. Aaron was a family man and a successful young businessman, and he fully enjoyed his life as both of those things. They just seemed to fit. Not to mention he wife was an athletic, intelligent, and busty half-black jaguar with deep dark fur that still allowed wisps of fire yellow in between her spots. The quarter black jag his children were made their spots pop like nothing else. They were all going to break many hearts growing up.

After four days traveling on the road with a van full of anxious jaguar cubs, Aaron was exceedingly excited himself to pull up in front of his brother's house in San Diego on Christmas Eve. As he was stretching his legs out of the car his brother, Brody, opened the front door and rushed down to embrace him in a hearty hug. At thirty-four, Brody was one year younger than Aaron, and Aaron had about fifty pounds of hard muscle over Brody's thin-but-fattening frame, but his brother still almost managed to knock him down. Almost.

"It's about time you got here," Brody exclaimed, still as excited as ever. "We were hoping you might have been able to make it in time for lunch."

Brody gestured to the front of his house to indicate his wife, Flora, and their four year old son, Hamish, but they were already at the car excitedly interacting with his family. Flora was pregnant, as well, and much more along in her pregnancy than Trudy was. Last Christmas was the last time either of the brothers or their families had gotten together, and that was at Aaron's place in Denver. It had more room and would have once again been idle this year except Flora didn't want to travel at over eight months pregnant.

"Sorry," Aaron said exhaustedly as he hauled two suitcases from the back of the van. Brody helped grab two, himself. "But you know how it is with cubs and a pregnant wife: at every exit someone else has just got to pee." Aaron turned to his children, "Hey, kids, don't just run around, help bring some of this luggage inside!"

"C'mon, let me show you the house," Brody said as he hauled the luggage up the front steps. "This is a Craftsman style house built in 1923, renovated in 1945, and now once again being renovated by me."

Brody had bought the house five years ago once he found out his then-girlfriend-now-wife was pregnant with Hammish and still had managed to find enough time to pretty much fully renovate the entirety of the two-story house in that time.

Inside, the house was obscenely decorated with Christmas ornaments, all of which looked to be childproof. As they were hauling stuff through the front door, a thump and crash come from upstairs. Apparently not everything in the house was childproof.

Aaron and Brody went to investigate, finding Issac and Hammish had knocked into a cabinet of unpacked baby items in the expected-child's room and a box had fallen over and spilled it's contents all over the room.

"Honey, dear," Brody called to Flora, "Could you and Trudy take the kids down the street to the park to help them run off some of their energy? Aaron and I'll clean up here and meet you down there."

"Yea, that's probably a good idea," Flora agreed. "Otherwise they'd tear this place down to the foundation."

The two brothers could hear their wives herding their children out the door as they started to clean up the mess. Once Bordy was certain his family was out of the house and wouldn't immediately be returning, he attacked his big brother with groping arms and an overly wet kiss on the mouth.

Aaron returned the embrace, circling his brother with his muscular arms and squeezing him tight, making sure to let his paw drop below his Brody's tail and grasp his ass firmly just like he liked it.

Brody's paws quickly unbuttoned Aaron's shirt while their mouths were still locked together in hurried kisses. Once his chest was exposed, Brody went down to nip at his brother's fleshy nipples on his firm furry spotted pecks. His paws moved down the front of Aaron's pants and he was pleased to find him as hard and excited as he himself was.

He wasted no time fumbling his brother's pants open and dropping them to the floor. He wore light colored boxer briefs which stretched around his large hard cock and large balls, leaving nothing to the imagination. At the tip of his shaft the underwear was growing wet with precum at a steady pace.

As he pulled the boxer briefs down to the ground, Brody fell to his knees. His brother's cock was pointing straight at him with as much enthusiasm as any fleshy member could be expected to have, beckoning him to embrace it with his warm wet mouth. It smelled raw and musky, exactly as if it had been traveling in a hot car for four days and poorly washed with dollar store soap in motel bathrooms during that time. Brody didn't care; in fact, he loved how natural it was, like a long weekend backpacking trip. He opened his maw as his brother cupped his head behind his ears and forced his head forward.

Aaron groaned and arched his head back, stifling a pleasuring scream. He was loud during sex, but living in a house with four young cubs he had taught himself restraint when it came to that.

Brody wrapped his arms around Aaron to get his paws to Brody's firm ass. It was clenched tight, but Brody managed to slip some finders between the cheeks and massage Aaron's pink hole. Aaron flinched and groaned throatily as his penis quivered inside Brody's mouth, sending a stream of precum into his maw.

Brody didn't want this to end in a blowjob, so he pulled back.

When Aaron looked at him quizzically, Brody said, "Can't let you have all the fun, can we?"

He removed his T-shirt over his head so fast it may very well have tore, but he didn't care. He dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground in one move and stepped out of them, kicking them away to the corner of the room where they wouldn't get in the way. The two jaguar brothers stood naked in front of each other, both sporting impressive dripping erections. It was more like they were in their teens again, being naughty while their parents were away than the reality that they were in their mid thirties and hadn't seen each other for a year.

Brody cupped his brother's balls then pulled away, running a claw gently up the spongy underside of his brother's penis, catching a glob of pre as he did. Brody turned his back to his brother and ran the claw between his ass cheeks. He braced the pale blue wall and stuck out his butt, lifting his tail high. His brother would know what to do.

Aaron straddled up close to Brody, but didn't penetrate; not yet. Brody could feel the heat off both their bodies intertwined as the underside of his penis was pushed up by the top of Aaron's.

Aaron slipped a paw to his brother's ball and worked it up the shaft.

"Mmm," he cooed in Brody's ear, "Someone freshened up for this, didn't they? I bet your balls smell of lavender and lemons."

"Lilacs, actually."

They both laughed.

Aaron's paws crept away from his brother's loins and went up the sides of his torso. He laid his weight down on Brody's back and his paws went quickly to Brody's face, grabbing him forcefully by the jaw. Brody squealed, pretending to be terrified but in actuality very excited. His brother knew how to make him feel chocked without actually being dangerous.

Aaron backed up the lower parts of his body with measured steps before using all his well toned muscles to penetrate deep into Brody's tailhole in one lightning-fast movement. Then he was off.

In addition to being a loud fucker, Aaron was also very passionate. He liked giving it rough and hard, and Brody loved getting it rough and hard. They really were pretty great together.

The house was filled with the sound of Aaron's hard thighs slapping against Brody' chubby butt cheeks. Aaron's throat threatened to add growls and unfiltered cries of passion to that ballad, but he kept his voice in check.

Aaron didn't forget about his brother's needs as he was going to town on his rear. The other brother reached with the paw not clasping shut the young brother's mouth and tightly gripped his cock. He could feel the hard racing heartbeat in his fingers and clasped tighter. Brody groaned and drooled all over Aaron's fingers as Aaron dug his claws into his brother's shaft; the shaft drooled onto Aaron's fingers, as well.

Aaron dug his foot claws deep into the hardwood floor, giving him the much needed leverage to thrust as deep as he needed to go--as deep as Brody needed him to go.

Aaron and Brody both could feel themselves and each other tensing up. It had been too long since their last foray and each of them had been anticipating this for the last year. As the date of when they'd be back together got closer and closer, the anticipation grew hotter and more insistent.

Without warning Aaron drove his sharp feline teeth into Brody's neck, causing him to cry out. Aaron screamed as loud as his deep throat, clenched teeth, and mouthful of his brother's neck allowed as he kicked out his legs, his feet staying perfectly still with their dug in claws. His whole body clenched and shook as he drove his cock deeper than it wanted to go into his brother's pudgy ass one last time. At the apex of the thrust his climax occurred violently. Aaron's fuzzy balls retracted at their sudden forceful ejection. Brody could feel the first burst of spooge filling him up warmly and knew more was on the way,

Aaron pulled back slightly, then used the massive strength of his body to push farther into his brother's tailhole, cumming another heavy wet load into him. His jaw clamped tighter into Brody's neck as every muscle in his body threaten to contract hard enough to shatter all his bones. Brody tensed up as Aaron's grip on his shaft tightened and the claws drew blood.

A third thrust spilled semen out of Brody's hole and down his leg to puddle on the floor. The room instantly smell of musky, primal male sex. Brody breathed it in deeply between Aaron's fingers around his face. Brody had always lived for that smell. He loved when Aaron used to spill it over his face almost as much as he enjoyed it filling up his hole.

As Aaron sputtered down, pulsing the last remnants of seed from his balls into his brother, Brody rocked his hips. Aaron immediately locked into the cue.

"Little brother ready to spill some seed, then, is he," Aaron chuckled through breathy gasps. He was spent, but still rock hard under his brother's tail.

Aaron retracted his claws--not all the way, just enough so he wouldn't do any damage--and began stroking his brother's penis gently. He raked his claws up the side of his shaft, then dug them down the sponge underside. Back along the other side, drawing little beads of blood from the flesh as he did so. He pricked his brother's penial glands causing him to flinch so hard both of them shuttered. Down his claws went again, this time along the top.

"Stop teasing and let me cum," Brody gasped. He didn't know if he meant it or not. Part of him wanted to exploded and cover the room in his own musky gunk, and another part wanted the sex to never stop. He might not get another chance to be carnal with his brother for at least another year.

"Alright then," gasped Aaron. "You asked for it."

Aaron grasped Brody's face harder, pulling them both up straight. The sudden pressure applied to Brody's prostate by Aaron's still-hard cock was almost enough to send him over the edge alone. Aaron dug a finger into his brother's cheek like a fish hook and began stroking him vigorously and without remorse. Each fervorous stroke sent a tidal wave of sensuous pleasure coursing through Brody's body.

It was all too much to take.

He couldn't say how may strokes it took to get him off, but it wasn't many. Brody opened his maw wide and sent out a scream that the neighbors were sure to have heard. His cock--pointing almost straight in the air since his brother was holding him slightly backwards--burst forth an explosion of creaming musk that splattered against the fresh baby blue paint on the wall. The next burst slathered the floor with his spooge. The third pulse started as a cascade of spunk on the floor, but ended as a dribble all over his legs. He kept pulsing but with less and less enthusiasm.

"Shee-it," Aaron exclaimed, "your ass got so tight as you came I almost had another round spurts myself."

"Really?," Brody said, leaning back to look his brother in the eye once Aaron had released his maw, "because it felt like you did."

Aaron slowly slid out from his brother's tailhole and allowed the inevitable little splatter of jizz escaping and falling to the wooden floor. The younger jaguar made a scene gasping in relief, but shot a look coyly over his shoulder to his older brother to let him know he didn't mean it. He would have rather had that hard cock in him for the rest of his life.

"So what do we do about all this," Aaron asked, sweeping his arm wide to show he meant all the semen blanketing the floor and dripping slowly down the walls.

"Let it wait and thin out, then well mop it up and wipe it away before it dries. The paint's some expensive child resistant polymer shit, so we don't have to worry about it staining. It's a shame we'll have to get rid of this wonderful smell," Brody breathed it into the deep reaches of his lungs through his nose, "but a fuckton of air freshener will do just that. In the meantime, care to take a shower wif yo' widdle brudder?"

"Don't get cutesy with me."

Brody couldn't help but smile a big toothy grin and carelessly as if he were a cub again.

Aaron and Brody somehow made it to the bathroom without smearing or dripping any of their fluids on the walls or floors. Brody worked the dials on the shower and got in first, Aaron right behind him in a more mellow recreation of their scene a moment before.

"So, what's the plan," Aaron began, lathering sweet smelling soap into his brother's back. "What are we going to tell our wived to explain why we are so late and obviously took a shower?"

"Let me think," Brody said, massaging soap into his legs to dislodge all of the spent load the soaked into his spotted fur. "What do you normally say?"

"'Normally say'?" Aaron repeated.

"Yea," Brody began to be unsure of himself. "You know. When you...um..."

"Have sex with someone else?"

"Yea!," Brody said cheerfully, glad that his brother caught on.

"I don't do that," Aaron said rather sternly, but not too sternly. "It's just been you and Trudy for the past eleven years."

"Really?" Brody turned around to face his brother with the shower water pouring down his back.

"Yea," Aaron said, sterner than before. "How many girls have you slept with since being with Flora?"

"'Girls'?," Brody guffawed, "Zero. Guys? A handful."

"Really? I never knew.."

"Of course you did." Brody turned back to the shower. "I'm just surprised you're not...you know. Why else would you fuck me?"

"Because you're my brother and I love you. Why do you fuck me?"

Brody turned around yet again to face his brother. "I let you fuck me because you're my brother and I'm in love with you." He emphasized the "in" just to make sure everything was clear.

"It's just," Brody went on to clear the silence, "whenever I'm with anyone--Flora, or a guy--I can't help but think about you. My first time was with you and all my best fucks have been from you. No one knows how to work me up quite like you."

Aaron didn't answer, so Brody went on nervously, "I don't mean to make this weird or anything. I thought we shared that connection. I don't know, forget I ever said anything."

Aaron sighed and pushed his brother on the shoulder so he would turned around to face him. The hot water from the shower poured into the back of Brody's head and around his shoulders while the jaguar wore a face of nervous uncertainty.

"Truth is," Aaron began, his voice breaking just enough so Brody knew he was sincere, "whenever I'm with Trudy I can't help but think about you."

Brody let out a breath of relief.

"Sometime's I find myself thinking about you at work and have to rush home at the end of the day and take Trudy unawares. Fucking her on the kitchen island with the thought of your tight ass on my mind. It's fucked up, I know. But.... I just can't help it."

Brody couldn't be certain, but it appeared to him as if tears were mixing in the the shower water on Aaron's face. He decided to be more open with his brother.

"I can't be the same with Flora. She's not going to suddenly grow a dick and fuck me. That's why whenever I'm on a business trip I scope out the local gay bars and see if I can pick up any decent guy while I'm out. I'm at about a once-a-year ass pounding, aside from you. None are as good as you, and only about every three are worth the trouble."

Aaron suddenly kissed him passionately on the maw. The two stood embraced in the shower with more intense non-sexual passion than the two had every experience until the water from the shower eventual turned tepid.

As they were drying each other off, Aaron remembered his concern over their alibi.

"How the fuck are we going to explain why we're so late? Or the obvious smell of incestuous gay sex coming from the baby's room and filling the house?"

Brody only had to think for a minute, "I got it. A bottle of baby oil spilled, so we had to shower to get the oil out of our fur. And we can use the oil as the air freshener! Although we ought to add some bleach or something as well, since otherwise that room's going to reek of sex until my future son's old enough to add to the musk himself."

They hurriedly got dressed and cleaned up their mutual messes, spilling copious amounts of baby oil to adequately cover their infidelities. They made the short walk to the park as content as could be, warmly embracing their pregnant wives once they got there but knowing they'll need to made at least a few trips each year to spend some weekends together, just the two of them.