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A Long Kept Secret

By: ToKu

He would glance at me every couple of minutes, his eyes drifting as he talked on about the New England Patriots or listened intently about how my father was currently head over the construction of the new Sanitation Branch at work. He would pull on the collar of his light blue shirt clearing his throat each time he broke the brief silence. His fiance, my sister sat beside him, idly chit-chatting with our mother about the new fall season fashions. While the occasional discount of autumn eye make-up and the new 'Naked Colors' caught my ears, my whole being was secretly tuned in on Arthur and the nervous glances he shot my way. It was always like this, always an eye game, so I smiled softly and continued to poke at the grilled tofu and asparagus on my plate all the while craving something a little more meatier.

"Randal, would you pass the Parmesan cheese." My mother requested from the other end of the table, her dark red brown fur almost aglow in the ambiance of our dining room chandelier. She was a gorgeous red Panda; a little of the hefty side but I got my love of fashion and make-up from her. The orange markings around her eyes were accentuated with green eye-shadow and black liner pen. Her eyelashes thick and her cheek fur blushed with rose pink. My sister was in close competition and I longed to be third.

I smiled and gladly passed the cheese down where it passed my father on my left, across to my sister then finally to my mother who sprinkled a healthy pile on her rather plain looking lump of tofu. My sister smiled and regarded me.

"How are your studies, Randy?"

"I got a B in algebra, but everything else is either an A or an A+" I shrugged, not wanting thoughts of school and the long remainder of my sophomore year of high school. Already two months into it and I was already longing for summer. "Next year will be better thought because I'll only have to take Economics and an English class."

"You've always been the smarter one." Kristin piped while jabbing at her plan absentmindedly, the white markings on her face contorting with her smile. Arthur nodded with approval, his deep dark eyes seeming to peer straight into me before he returned to shifting the contents of his plate about while pretending to care about what my father was droning on about. "I can't believe you'll be graduating a year and a half early. We'll have to have a celebration for your sixteenth birthday. I know this perfect all age gay hangout that you would absolutely love."

My father coughed a bit, an accidental response; still not completely comfortable with talking so openly about my sexual orientation, but my mother suddenly became super interested in this supposed 'place' and began to ask Kristen all about it. I just glanced at Arthur and grinned ever so slightly. He shifted in his seat, rather uncomfortably but still managed a half-hearted smile before getting back on track with the Sanitation Department and my father's new position.

I loved my family. I loved my father. I knew they all loved me and accepted me but it was rather annoying and somewhat pitiful how much they tried at being a part of my supposed 'culture', especially my mother. Truth of the matter was, I didn't really care too much. I had too good of a life to need help, unlike some other unfortunate furs out there. I knew they tried and I guess that's important, but I was fifteen, only had a few friends and mostly just worked on my schooling along with a few various extracurricular activities. Other than the occasional nail polish and the weird down-tempo pop music I loved so much, I was a pretty normal red panda.

But I guess I do have a pretty huge secret.

The rest of dinner went as usual. My mother and sister talked on and on about some new health diet, my father rambled on about support struts and economical waste solutions while Arthur pretended to listen with interest. It was a monthly thing; dinner, gossip, idle conversation, catching up on my older sister's life and trying too hard to be a part of gay culture when I wasn't even sure what gay culture was myself. I was just me. I never felt like I was a part of anything, but like any teenage male my age, I couldn't deny the urges and thoughts that went through my mind. I wont ever try and tell you some of them as there are too many, but by the end of dinner, I had the most painful boner and felt about ready to burst.

I wore a perfectly straight face but Arthur could see straight through me. He knew me better than any of them. He knew how much I loved eye-make up and nail polish, but then again so did my sister. He knew how I liked weird music, and wanted to start my own noise band when I got older. I even asked my father to get me a Korg for Christmas, we'll see bout that, but again, those were no secrets. What Arthur knew about me was more intimate and far more inappropriate.

My father excused himself; his veggies eaten and his tofu all but untouched, returning to the living room where I could still hear the Patriots game blaring. He had a can of beer and a foot rest waiting for him there and I knew at about 11:45 he will make an excuse to go run to the corner store when in all actuality, he'll be stopping by one of the fast food joints nearby. My sister helped my mother clear the table and I knew they would escape to the kitchen and continue part two of their gossip over coffee and little cheesecake bites. That left Arthur and I sitting all alone across from one another, grinning like fools.

"You only have a few more years with them," He spoke with an nervous throaty voice. He was always nervous at first, I guess that just came with our sort of relationship. A quick clearing of his throat and a deep breath steadied his voice but didn't take away the air of exiting anxiety that clung between us. "You'll hate 'em while you're here, then miss them when you're gone."

"I don't hate them at all." I said honestly. Sure they drove me nuts sometimes but my parents have always been quite decent. "I was honestly more exited to hear them talking about the sales at Ulta than the whole thing about the gay bar."

This made him chuckle.

"Do you wanna show me some new music?" Arthur asked suddenly, glancing towards the stairwell. He was never this bold in spurring things on. It caught me a little off guard and I'm sure my eyes went a little wide. He seemed to notice my subtle reaction and he wasted no time in explaining himself. "Kristen and I need to get back a little early tonight. She has work in the morning and I have to go pay our first mortgage down in Hartford. Maybe you can make me a playlist for the drive."

I still couldn't believe my sister was a homeowner. They had lived in a one bedroom apartment while the two of them saved up enough to put down twenty five percent on an newly renovated country home just outside the Massachusetts state line. Arthur had already invited me to come stay during the holidays. The possibilities of what we could get into up there was truly mind blowing and I've held in my excitement about it ever since he told me last month. Arthur was usually the nervous one, rightfully so but I could feel an almost itchy warmth spread throughout my adolescent chubby mammalian body. I needed out of my maroon knitted sweater but I didn't have a shirt on underneath and my boner was finally dying down but I knew it could pop back at any moment.

"S-sure." I said glancing towards the kitchen, wondering how long the gossip would last. "I have a few cool new albums I could show you, one in particular."

Arthur seemed to read my mind.

"Kristen, honey." Arthur called out.

My sisters vibrant red face poked around the corner.

'Yes dear?"

"Randal wants to show me some new music he's been into lately." Arthur said standing from his seat, his stocky form pushing the seems of his blue collared shirt to the limits. Red Pandas; no matter how small or short they may be, always had a decent girth to them. Even females were a little extra curvy. Arthur worked for the police force, not as a cop, or a detective, but as an evidence archive specialist, sometimes they got in huge amounts of contraband and he was in charge of making sure everything was cataloged and stored for easy assess. He was constantly lifting storage containers, climbing ladders, not to mention he worked out about four times a week. "Just text me when you're ready to go and I'll be down."

"Okay, baby." Kristen chipped before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Arthur returned his gaze to me and beckoned to the stairs with both paws as if saying 'After you!'

I kinda liked this new Arthur. It usually took us being completely alone and a few hours of be being persistent on my part, presently anyways. It's been an ever changing relationship. I guess that comes with age. I stood, pushed in my seat and smiled at him. He almost had thirteen years on me but I already almost stood as tall as him, the only thing telling our age apart was his deeper voice, his coarser body fur, and the way he stood; confident and experienced.

"Ever heard of FKA Twigs?" I asked as we ascended the portrait plastered stairwell to the second floor landing where all three of the bedrooms were, our foot falls making a slight thump and creak as we made the journey in near silence. We passed my parents on the right, my sisters old room on the left, followed by my own across from the bathroom where I had easy access to sneaking across the hall naked when I didn't feel like putting on underwear in the middle of the night.

"I don't think I have." Arthur said. "Is that like a band?"

"It's an artist." I said chuckling to myself.

Entering my room I flipped on a single light, illuminating a modestly decorated room of a queer fifteen year old red panda. I've been meaning to put more things up on my eggshell white walls; posters, CD inserts, theater signs, band fliers, but I haven't had much time to do so. They were pathetically blank but my messy bed and paper strewn desk made up for the tidiness of the room. My laptop sat in standby where I had left it before the arrival of Arthur and Kristen, immediately I locked the door upon shutting it behind us, pulled my sweater up over my head and padded over towards my desk.

I could feel Arthur's eyes on me as I bent over to select a song; my tight khaki pants probably accentuating my chubby butt and bushy red and white tail, lazily wafting back and forth.

Selecting the song 'Two Weeks' I turned back around and smiled. Arthur was still standing there, not two feet from my door, paws in his pockets, lazily looking about my dimly lit room. I can still remember the first few times; how Arthur was so confident, so assuring. It was practically molestation, but he had all but given all power over to me. And I guess that's how it should be in these cases. But It was never against my will, and if anything, as of late, it was more so against his, but we both gained mutual benefits, so it's evened out over the years.

"This is FKA Twigs." I said unbuttoning my pants before simply pushing them down my thighs and to my foot-paws, my tail getting snagged only for a moment. My underwear were purple briefs bought together in a colorful multi-pack at some outlet mall my mother liked to frequent. They made my fifteen year old package look somewhat more defined and besides, briefs were just better. My belly hung over the waistband a bit but I knew Arthur liked that about me, my belly, my butt, and my cock.

"Sounds kinda spooky." My brother-in-law shrugged in reference to the down-tempo beat of the song, his eyes glued to my crotch.

"It's not spooky" I pouted as I dug my right paw down inside the purple fabric covering my obvious boner. "Just give it a chance."

"Don't you think you should keep some clothes on in case your sister decides it's time to...?" Arthur asked sounding a little worried as my underwear slid to my ankles as well. He had seen me naked so many times, I was still surprised by how much I took the words from his muzzle. I wondered if my sister had the same affect on him. Did she take his breath away like I did?

"My room, my rules." I shrugged and it brought the slightest of grins to Arthur's equally russet red face. I shuffled over towards where he stood, just to the side of the foot of my bed, freeing my ankles from my pants and underwear as I went. My ever developing erection bobbing and swaying under its modest weight as I went, sitting myself on my bed. At eye level I could see that Arthur was supporting a decent sized tent in his dark blue slacks. "Wanna suck me off?"

"I'd love to, Randal." He spoke humbly as if it was an honor. Dropping to one knee he nestled himself in between my legs, his big paws resting on my thighs, rubbing and sliding up until the purlicue of his paws pressed into the end of my thighs and beginning of my pelvis until he had both my cock and fuzzy balls locked in a diamond with his thumbs and fingers connected. "I still can't believe how old your getting. I know I say that a lot but it just seems like yesterday that, well, ya know."

"Like five years?" I offered vaguely remembering the very first time and just how young I really was back then. I've always wondered what it had been like from his point of view. Watching me grow up while fooling around with me the whole time. "Has it gotten bigger?"

"I'd say so." He nodded with a handsome smile up at me before returning his gaze to my pink cock. I just leaned back a bit, resting on my arms and paws, my pink cock obscuring a part of his smile. Before I even had a thought about how it all started he swallowed my entire member with an over-extravagant copulation.

I couldn't help but moan out. Thankfully the music was enough to drown out any sounds of our increasingly dirty deeds. I don't know what it was about my body but it usually never took much to stimulate my sexual urges. I could no longer count how many times I had simply rubbed myself to orgasm though my shorts while sitting through my third period Algebra class. It didn't help that Arthur knew me so well. The way his tongue ran along the underside of my cock as his lips pulled with a sensual determination. He knew to rub my balls with his free paws, squeezing and pulling with delicate poise. He knew how to bring me to the edge before pulling me back; burying his nose in my testicles, licking and lapping up furry scrotal ridges and over young veined shaft. My head spun as I fell onto my back, my arms over my eyes as underage sighs were lost in the cold haze of down-tempo groves.

My legs came up to hug his head. I could feel his body shaking and I knew he had his cock out, jerking and stroking it between his torso and my bed frame. I wanted at it, a month without sometimes seemed like forever, but I was practically paralyzed, frozen by his tentative licks and sucks. He would tongue the tip of my taper as if he thought he could get his appendage down my urethra, but I didn't mind him trying one bit. I had started to pre-cum only a year ago, and it had become his favorite part of sucking me off.

"F-fuckk..." I groaned.

"You know you shouldn't use words like that." Arthur spoke, wiping away a strand of saliva from his muzzle with the back of his paw. He almost seemed like a different person. Like the Panda sucking me off wasn't the same male who made idle conversation with my father a few minutes ago. It was beyond hot.

"You know, you should probably stick your tongue in my butt!" I replied peering down at him with slight trouble. I could see his eyes flash from just above the curve of my belly. He had both paws on the undersides of my thighs, holding my legs up, framing what part of his head I could see. I knew he wanted it but I knew he was worried for time.

"Maybe just real quick." He said and before I knew it I felt his warm tongue between the crack of my ass, tentatively probing my long since de-virginized tail-hole. Most guys my age, or any guy for that matter would probably feel embarrassed to admit only having been with one person, but I was glad Arthur was my first and only. I knew it probably wouldn't be that way for ever, and sometimes I felt guilty for sleeping with my sister's husband, but Arthur knew what he wanted, as did I. And we were both adult about it, even way back when I wasn't even old enough to know what butt sex was.

His tongue dug seamlessly into my hole, sending shivers throughout my body. My cock pulsed but it wasn't enough to edge me further, he would need to dig deeper than his muzzle would allow.

"I want you to fuck me." I moaned maybe a little too loudly. But I knew I was safe, 'Pendulum' was a rather sound heavy song. The bass seemed to resonate and sync up with his tongue fucks and before I knew it, it was over, Arthur was standing, pulling his buttoned shirt up and off of his thick frame. He wasn't Hercules, but he had strong pecs of thick dark fur and a firm but rounded stomach. The white of his belly fur was peppered by darker hairs as you went further south until you found his privates, at attention and poking out of the top of his undone pants. I wanted to suck it, feel it in my mouth, down my throat, but my ass needed it even more; it had been too long.

Holding my legs back against the sides of my belly, I waited. Arthur grinned down at me, his eyes flashing the same look he had given me whilst talking with my father about football and new regulations at work. With a free paw he stroked this thick cock, thicker than mine anyways, milking thick creamy pre from the tapered tip. Edging closer, he pressed the head of his cock between my cheeks, lubing up my anal entrance with his own baby-making fluids.

A strange thought crossed my mind then. Eventually they would have a baby, and maybe it would be a boy and he would have to grow up and would eventually be my age. I knew instantly that it was a terrible thought and I felt guilty for even thinking it, but as Arthur slowly slid inside of me I couldn't help but think about fucking his son while he fucked me, one huge, terrible, incestuous three-way. My cock throbbed.

He hit my prostate with his first thrust, the tip of his dick simply nudging against the organ. The simple stroke was enough to send a volt of electricity through my abdominal and sent my own teenage cock leaking. Sucking in air through my teeth made him halt, not moving any further but not backing out all the same. He simply rested there a moment, pressed against my insides with importance and dominance, albeit a show of sorts. He had never been controlling or forceful. He may have been the horny Brother-in-law-to-be, the confused older male, but I was always the instigator; the sure-footed young boy who knew what he wanted.

He leaned in a bit, running his paws over my belly and up to my less defined chest where he rubbed with his paws and smiled down at me. I grinned a lazy show of teeth before letting a low moan escape my lips as he pulled out. Just to the tip, his semi-tappered head leaving my hole enough to desire before he began the second intrusion. The extra tenderness wasn't really needed. I was quite the professional at all things anal. He had bought me a dildo for my thirteenth birthday and since then I rode the eight inch monster twice a week if not more. Arthur's modest six and a half would have no trouble in working up a good rut.

His second stroke hit home and I couldn't help the gasp that exploded from my throat. Arthur made a "shhh' gesture with his finger to his lips but revealed a smile when his paw returned to fondling my body. There wasn't a pause or reprieve this time. The older red-panda withdrew his cock, completely before realigning for a third reentry, then it slipped back out; the veins and contours of his backslides tugging along the insides of my ass.

"That feel good, Randy?" He asked in a desperate breathe. It wasn't very hard to make him cum so I was careful not to clench. I nodded in response and smiled, a paw of my own reaching down to take firm hold of my cock, careful not to stroke it too much for fear of reaching orgasm before him. It had been a while since I had last had him inside me, not since last summer. We normally didn't have the time to do more than blow each other. The dildo only did so much. But a real cock, Arthur's cock; seemed to radiate heat and pulse in just the right way that would send warm shivers up my spine. I began to whimper, not in fear or sadness, but in complete indulgence over being fucked. My body quivered, and the moans escaping my muzzle were fail-safes' my body's way of preventing critical mass, eruption and orgasm.

Arthur did it too. They were much deeper groans, soft, and almost inaudible, under the music, but he would take in a sharp breath, hold it in, then slowly release it as his cock plunged in and out of my tail-hole. He would say small words, half the time they were pure gibberish, but he would mouth 'fuck' or 'yeah' or 'hot' and 'take it'. He wasn't much of a dirty talker, nor was I. There were times when he had simply held me in his arms, spooning me, fucking me to sleep without a word spoken. The early days were full of chit-chat; I would ask about his bigger wiener and he would explain things, I would go on about school and toys and such while he sucked me off. Now a days, we simply connected and stayed that way till we were both spent, dripping and breathing hard.

His eyes flashed again in the dim lighting. He leaned in closer to my face, his muzzle closer and closer to mine until his knees were on the edge of the bed and he was holding my legs up against my belly and his hips thrust into me, deliberately. His balls slapped against my crack as my tail twitched bellow. He was close, so close, but holding back on purpose with his methodical thrusts. Slow but forceful. I couldn't help but think about how he fucked my sister, if he used the same methods or if he ever thought of me when he did so. It wasn't something I wished for because that was a jealous thought and jealousy had no place in our relationship. We were family, not partners. I smiled.

I was just about ready to cum too and had all but abandoned my cock, my paws now resting above my head as leverage as Arthur dove into me again and again. The beat and thrust of his cock against my prostate kept me teetering on the brink of orgasm, but not enough to fully send me over the edge, thankfully.

A sudden knock at my door shook us both hard. Arthur pulled from me hard and the force of his retreat somehow broke the dam of my orgasm. I almost let out a cry but Arthur, having slumped against me, quickly covered my muzzle with his paw where a rope of my cum shot up and landed half on my chin and half on his paw. There was a pause, the door handle shook before a second knock. It had to be my sister, calling on her husband who had just been balls deep in her brother not a second before. I could feel Arthur shaking and his eyes darted from mine to the door then back to mine and I noticed that he too had reached his orgasm unexpectedly.

Over the music there came a voice from beyond the door frame and I was truly surprised to hear, not the voice of my sister but the deep heavy rumble of my father.

"Randal, Arthur?" He called before another knock. "Kristen tried calling you."

I don't know what made me do what I did. In a strange moment of eagerness I reached a paw down pass my butt and found Arthur's throbbing cock and without delay aliened it with my tail-hole. The older panda had frozen in fear but when his cock realigned with my hole his body seemed to work all on it's own. He sunk into me with a wet squish as some of his cum seeped from the seal of my clenched hole.

"Oh, I'm sorry Phil, I had my phone on silent." Randal said with his eye's locked on mine. I couldn't tell if he was worried anymore or simply amused. He face only spoke one thing; he was breeding me. It was the same face he always made from the first time he had fucked me to the last. It was an expression he only used for me, as far as I knew. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as it delivered the last of his load that hadn't already been stilt on my tail in our moment of panic. "Tell her I'll be down in a moment, once we finish this song."

The last song from FKA Twigs was coming to an end, the song 'Kicks' was closing with laser blasts and ghostly vocals about 'getting off' like anyone else. A fitting song as Arthur reassured my father. Slowly he took his paw from my mouth and we both waited for a reply but only heard the faint footfalls of my father's retreat. Arthur finally smiled and he leaned in close, licking the cum from his paw, my cum. He slowly pulled his cock from within me and carefully rolled off and onto his back beside me. We were both spent but didn't have the luxury of basking in our post-orgasmic glow for long. He did however lean in and kiss me on my forehead and rubbed my belly which only smeared the globs of my cum further into my fur. I didn't mind.

"That was rather scary." he spoke first. His voice amplified by the new silence. I could hear the post-game report coming from the living room directly below us, the faint voices of my sister and mother, and the droning hum of my laptop over all of it. He looked me in the eyes and I simply returned a shrug and a smile.

"I'm quite thankful for my door being able to lock."

"And for a non-intrusive father?" He asked sitting up with the prop of his arm. My eyes fell on his belly and his deflating cock beneath, nearly lost in sheath and fur, but still glossy with cum and who knows what else. We both looked down at his lap for a second in silent admiration of what we had just accomplished in such a short time. "What do you think would have happened if he walked in here?"

"Are you asking if he would have gotten pissed and thrown you out, disowned you and demanded you leave my sister?" I asked, the words turning his face grave as he regarded me. "Or if he would simply join in?"

That left the older red-panda speechless for a moment. I sat up, pulling my legs in, and smiled as Arthur thought about what I said. His nose twitched as his mind raced. He was always a calculative thinker, always having to stop and think a second about what he was going to say. "I think I would be more worried about Kristen than your father."

"You're probably right." I agreed with a chuckle, clutching my privates, feeling cold cum there and enjoying Arthur's tentative eyes as they traversed my body. "He probably would have been too stunned to do anything. And in the end would have simply walked away, back to his armchair to think about Football or the Sanitation Department and forget about what he had witnessed."

This made Arthur laugh outright. "But he wouldn't have joined in?"

"Ya know, it's not like I haven't thought about it." I shrugged. "My dad's a god looking Panda. What about you? You think my dad is hot?"

"In a stout sort of way, I guess." Arthur admired and I couldn't help the squeal that came from my throat.

"I don't think I've ever heard you admit to another male being attractive before." I teased and Arthur's face turned an ever brighter shave of red.

"You know I find you attractive." He tried to defend himself but it only made him blush.

"Fifteen year old boys don't count." I shook a finger. "My dad's a real man."

We both erupted in laughter after that.

"I wish you didn't have to go." I said after a moment of just sitting there, gazing over his strong naked body, admiring his coarser fur, his dark patches, the white under his arms, the red on his shoulders and the white of this inner thighs. Suddenly there was a faint buzz that came from the floor and we both quickly realized it came from Arthur's cell phone.

"Crap." He grunted as he sprung from the bed, grabbing up his clothes and sorting them out before me, I continued to watch him; they way his body moved so quick for a stocky guy, the way his chest muscles undulated when he breathed or how his eyes flickered intently in the faint light. Fishing his phone from his pants pocket he dialed a number. "Hey honey, sorry, Were all done up here, Randal was just putting a playlist together for me, I'll be down in a sec, okay, love you."

I smiled, wishing he could stay but knowing he had a life, responsibilities, duties. It made the thought of growing up all the more daunting. I knew I would be okay, but I had always longed for the simple things and knew one day I would get to be with someone without any secrets or close-calls.

Arthur regarded me, standing there naked, stocky and sexy as all hell.

"I think your mother and Kristen have another shopping date planed for this weekend." He said finally dawning his underwear up to his waist with a snap, then came his own dress pants and finally his now ruffled shirt. I could feel my loins begin to tighten before he was even done buttoning down the cotton polyester blend. "Perhaps you can come out with her and you and I can spend the day together. There of things I need help lifting and some organizing needs done at the new place. I'm sure they'll be gone most of the day."

"I have a three day weekend off school that week, maybe I can spend the night?" I suggested.

"And then I can drive you back Monday afternoon." He finished sounding as excited as I. He finished with his shirt and I jumped up as well, stepping into a pair of gym shorts I usually wore around the house and pulling my maroon sweater back over my head and down my cum covered belly.

"I guess I'll see you out." I shrugged

"Someone's bound to noticed you changed shorts." Arthur spoke as we descended the stairwell, past pictures of my family and my younger self. Their faces seemed to regard us suspiciously and I secretly reveled in the thought that my parents knew I didn't wear underwear when I wore these shorts.

"But you're family, you can always trust family."

End :3