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George Raccoon and his wife Nichole were busy getting ready for their weekend trip to the city. George--known throughout the Evergreen Forest as the finest chef--had been looking forward to this trip for months. This would be the biggest and most prestigious chef's convention of the years; he wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Almost ready to go, dear?" George asked his wife Nichole.

"Just about," she answered. Nichole, turned to her sister-in-law Melissa. "I have everything ready, it's Ralph that we're having to wait on."

George laughed. "That little brother of mine, he always has to make sure he brings way more than he needs on a trip! You know, Melissa, I really appreciate you and Ralph going along with us to the convention."

"George, Ralph and I are happy to come. Ralph's been going on and on how he's going to write a lengthy article about convention for the Evergreen Standard. You know, get you more exposure that way."

"I wouldn't mind that at all! Who knows, maybe with enough promoting, I could get a bigger cooking show."

Just then, Ralph came walking into George and Nichole's house. George grinned at his younger brother. "Well, speak of the devil!"

"Hey, you guys ready?" asked Ralph.

"Just about. Bentley! Get down here we're leaving!"

George and Nichole's teenage son Bentley came running down the stairs. "I thought you guys would never leave!"

"I can see someone's anxious to get rid of us," said Nichole.

Bentley grinned, a look of mild mischief hanging from his face. "Maybe just a little, mom." "Alright," said George. "What are the rules, Bentley?"

Bentley rolled his eyes, sighing. He had repeated these so many times he could probably say them in his sleep, backwards. "Don't let strangers in the house . . ."

"Hey gang!" yelled a cheerful Bert Raccoon as he walked through the door.

Bentley continued. "And no one is stranger than Bert." George gave his son a stern look, making Bentley adjust his tone. Again, Bentley went on. "Bert is in charge while you guys are gone. Stay out of the liquor cabinet, be nice to Lisa and clean up after myself."

"Anything else?" asked George.

"Oh yeah, if I have any wild parties, make sure any hookers I accidentally kill are buried far away from the house."

"Bentley!" shouted George, aghast that his son would say such a thing, though Ralph, Melissa and Bert had to cover their mouths to prevent them from laughing out loud.

"Sorry, Dad." said Bentley.

Ralph looked at his cell phone, taking note of the time. "Hey, we better hurry if we want to beat rush hour!"

George and Nichole hugged their son, telling him to behave and listen to Bert. Bentley and Bert watched as the two married couples headed out the door, got in their cars and drove of. Once their cars were out of sight, Bert turned to Bentley.

"Okay, little buddy, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think? Let's call up some hookers and have a party!"

Bert playfully shoved his little friend. "Oh, aren't you the funny one? Seriously, what are you game for?"

Bentley shrugged. "I don't know, you're the guest in the house--even if you are in charge--so you should pick."

Bert scratched his head, mentally laboring over what activity they could enjoy. Bentley, being much younger than Bert, was trying to acclimate himself to Bert's typical ideas of fun. There was certainly a generation gap at times; making it difficult for Bentley to accept Bert's more simplistic pass times, while Bert could find Bentley's love of everything electroinic confusing, sometimes accusing the younger raccoon of not being able to be entertained unless electricity was involved.

"Well?" asked Bentley, growing impatient. "Are we just going to stand here?"

"I'm thinking!" said Bert, slightly irritated. "Hey, I know what we could do!"

"What?"

"How about we make some home made pizza? I'm getting hungry anyway. Sound good to you, little buddy?"

Bentley's eyes lit up. "Yeah! But you're not putting peanut butter on it!"

Bert snorted. "I'll only put it on my side!"

"No, you're not! I can still taste that stuff on my side!"

"Alright, alright, I'll put it on the side!" said Bert, giving in to Bentley's demands. "You get all the stuff we need while I get my secret recipe."

"Where's your recipe at?" asked Bentley.

"It's a . . ." Bentley knew the answer right away. "Let me guess, it's a secret too, right?"

Bert grunted. "Smart-alec!"

Bentley went to the kitchen, getting out everything they would need to make their pizza. The two raccoons discussed all the ingrediants they would need for the crust, as well as continuing their argue regarding the chosen toppings of the pizza. Bentley found Bert's choices of toppings odd at best, and disgusting at worst. The young raccoon wondered how in the world Bert could find just about anything appetizing if it were only on a pizza. Bert, found Bentley's choices boring, accusing him of never trying anything new when it came to the food department. Though the pizza was certainly a labored process, Bert assured Bentley that he would think it the greatest pizza of all time.

After much work, the pizza was finally ready to be put in the oven. Bentley was just about ready to go upstairs, but Bert stopped him.

"Um, aren't you forgetting something, little buddy?"

Bentley looked around the kitchen; it was a mess. Regardless of the condition, the young raccoon tried to get out of the inevitable chore of cleaning up.

"Oh, come on, Bert! Don't be such a grown up!"

"Well, somebody has to be! Come on, I'll help you clean up."

The two raccoons went to it with gusto. Bert's promise of a quick clean up was met. Washing pots and pans, cleaning off the counter top, sweeping the floor and taking out the trash went by like a breeze. Satisfied the kitchen was up to snuff, Bert realized the pizza still had some time before it would be finished. They'd need to find a new activity to fill the time.

"Hey, how about a game of checkers, little buddy?" asked Bert.

"Sure, but I'm gonna kick your tail Bert!"

Bert went to a closet, retrieving the box containing the checkerboard. "Oh, just you wait! You're gonna be the one to get his tail kicked, Bentley!"

Bert quickly set up the checkerboard. After a brief discussion of who would be red or black--Bentley insisting on being red and Bert giving in once more to the young raccoon--the game was on. Though Bert was a veteran of many board games, he soon found that the young mind of Bentley Raccoon was trouncing him. No matter what move Bert made, Bentley seemed to be three moves ahead of him. Frustrated, but still determined to win, Bert planned out every move meticulously, wanting to show up the young upstart. This ultimately proved to be fruitless, as Bentley won once, twice, and was well on his way to a third consecutive victory when the oven timer rang.

"Hey, foods done!" yelled Bert, purposely knocking over the checkerboard from the table.

"Hey!" yelled Bentley. "I was going to win again!"

Bert, oven mittens on his hands pulled out the pizza from the oven. Inches away from the pizza, Bert inhaled deeply, savoring his baked creation. "Well, we'll never know now if you would have won or not, right? What you will know is that this is the best pizza ever!"

Bert laid the pizza on the kitchen table. Bentley's mouth watered as he stared at the glorious meal before him. Bert took a pizza cutter and carved it up. With the entirety of both their halves on each plate, the two raccoons waited a few minutes to let the pizza cool, though the few minutes dragged by slowly, causing them great agony as they wished to fill their stomachs.

"Alright, tell me what you think, Bentley."

Bentley took his first bite of the pizza. No sooner had he brought the golden brown crust to his tongue when his eyes grew wide. Bert was right after all. This was the greatest pizza! It wasn't long before the two raccoons had made the pizza a thing of the past, munching down every little bite of it. Stuffed, they headed to the living room to see what was on the television. Bentley flipped through the channels, trying to find something interesting.

"You know, when I was little, we never had all these channels to choose from, little buddy." noted Bert.

"Did you even have electricity back then?" said Bentley, smiling smuggly.

"Ha-ha!" laughed Bert sarcastically. "We had electricity. We also had more respect for our elders, too!"

"I have a hard time believing that, Bert!"

Bert shoved the younger raccoon. "You better watch it! I'll teach you some manners!"

Bentley shoved him back. "Yeah, good manners appearance involve knocking over checkerboards!"

Bert blushed, realizing he had been in the wrong for having so childishly ruining Bentley's winning streak. "Yeah, sorry about that, Bentley."

Bentley turned the television off, throwing the remote down in frustration. "There's nothing on!"

"Oh, well, you want to play checkers again?"

"Nah, I had something else in mind, though."

"What?"

Bentley smirked. "How about we look at something way more interesting than anything you can find on TV."

"Like what?"

"I was thinking we could look at some internet porn." said Bentley with a devious whisper.

Bert was taken aback by the suggestion. "Uh, I don't know if you're parents would like you doing that, Bentley."

Bentley grinned wider. "There not here, are they?"

Bert looked uncomfortable at Bentley's insisting they watch porn. Bentley had no trouble seeing how transparent Bert was. Though the older raccoon might not have been as technologically knowledgable as him, Bentley knew full well that Bert, like many adults, watched internet porn.

"Oh, don't give me that look, Bert! You know you want to!"

Bert grinned sheepishly. He was caught. "Well . . . okay"

Bentley and Bert were now upstairs, sitting in Bentley's room and looking at the computer monitor. They were ready for some dirty fun. Bentley went to work, bypassing the parental guards that had been installed. The young raccoon cracked his knuckles, ready to type in the selection.

"Okay, what do you want Bert?"

"What?" asked Bert not understanding Bentley's vague question.

"Do you want guys or girls?"

Bert, sweating and still looking uncomfortable, responded. "Um . . . guys."

"Alright, let's get some big, hot cocks to watch!"

Bert was astonished at how brazenly Bentley was about his sexuality. Bert, like Bentley, was bi-sexual, but unlike Bentley's generation, was far more reluctant to ever discuss the topic openly. Bert wondered again about the generation gap, jealous that Bentley was brought up in a time where he could be much more open and at ease with who he really was.

"Oh, that's hot!" breathed Bert.

The two raccoons sat fixated as two muscular raccoons went to work on each other. Lying in bed and on their sides, they sucked on each others' meaty cocks, saliva dripping down onto the covers as they slobbered away with their oral fun. Bentley put a hand to his crotch, feeling his dick grow increasingly hard. He stroked it, wanting badly to relieve his aching balls. Bert in the meantime had turned his attention to Bentley, finding a raccoon stroking himself in the flesh much more titillating than two anonymous raccoons sucking each other off. Bentley's rubbing grew faster, breathing quickly as he wanting to climax, but somehow stopping.

"What's wrong?" asked Bert.

"I'm gonna need to take care of this, Bert."

"Um, isn't that what you were just doing?" he said, confused.

Bentley laughed. "No," he said pulling off his clothes and jumping onto his bed. "I was thinking we could put on our own little performance like the two in the video!"

Bert wagged his ringtail in excitement. "Oh, okay!" Discarding his clothes, he hopped into bed with Bentley. With their drive now at full throttle, the two raccoons proceeded to get it on. Though smaller, Bentley had no difficulty taking in Bert's bigger cock, moaning and groaning as he pleasured the adult raccoon. Bert too was enjoying himself just as much as Bentley, having no trouble at all sucking the smaller penis Bentley possessed, though it was certainly bigger than normal for a raccoon of Bentley's age. Bert reached around Bentley's back, placing a finger into the little raccoon's tailhole. Bentley shuddered, surprised, but by no means hurt by the advance of Bert inside his ass. Bentley returned the favor, putting a finger inside the older raccoon's tailhole. Still sucking on each other, Bert was letting his mind run wild with sexual ideas, the most potent thought being how badly he wanted to get Bentley on all fours and fuck him silly.

"Hey, Bentley," said Bert, taking the cock out of his mouth.

"Yeah?"

"Can I . . . can I fuck you?"

Still in the "69" position, Bentley smiled and nodded. Thrilled at the prospect of fucking the little raccoon Bert got up to reposition himself, only to find a surprise.

"Lisa!" yelled Bert covering himself. Lisa, Bentley's older sister had returned from basketball practice and was now standing completely naked in Bentley's room. She smiled fiendishly.

"Hi, boys. I thought you might want some company!"

Bert and Bentley exchanged a look, and no more need to be said. With all three of them getting into bed, they went at. Bert, always admiring Lisa from afar, now had the privilege of getting the female raccoon on her back and shoving his entire cock into her sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck!" yelled out Lisa as Bert's rod was loaded into her chamber. Bert went to work, thrusting into her, He watched with pride as the female raccoon called out his name, begging him to fuck her even harder, her tits jiggling like a jello mold down a bumpy road as he fucked away. Bentley, wishing to shut his sister up, had a brilliant idea.

"Open up, Lisa!" he said. Kneeling over her head, Lisa opened up, only to have her brother's dick shoved in her eagerly awaiting maw. With two dicks inside her, Lisa emitted muffled moans of pleasure as she felt Bert's cock pleasure her pussy and Bentley's meat provided an oral enjoyment to the sexual foray. Bert, so pent up and horny couldn't hold back for long, shooting his load inside her. Lisa, unsatisfied, pointed to her vaginal lips, signaling she wanted some oral pleasure as well. Happy to be of service, Bert went down on the female, licking away at her clit and savoring the sounds of her moans, though the moans were muffled with a cock in her mouth.

Hours later, Bentley, waking from the sleeping pile of raccoons awoke. Still naked, he rubbed his eyes, stumbling over to his dresser. Fumbling around, he took hold of a small digital camera, seeing that it was blinking red. Though the battery was almost dead, the camera had done it's job well. Looking at the camera, then the still sleeping Bert and Lisa, and finally his computer, Bentley smiled. It would need some editing, but the video was certainly going to make him some money.