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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains extreme themes and events. So, you've been warned! Also, this series features Marv and Sean Mortenson, the two serial killer brothers from "Always Bring Along Your Little Sister". You'll get to see the brothers as kids

The five story brick tenement building on Bronson Street was much like any other building in the city, housing numerous families with numerous problems. Numerous problems weren't that unusual in a low-rent apartment structure like that; not at all. But . . . there was something very, very different about a family that lived on the third floor of that building.

Inside that particular apartment, the window unit air conditioners rattled away, cooling what would otherwise be an almost unbearably hot environment. The summer of 1986 had seen several days with over one-hundred degrees on the thermometer, and it was already over eighty degrees on this particular morning. The apartment--cooled by the few window units--had the smell of countless cigarettes being smoked inside, turning the once white walls yellow and dingy. Beer bottles sat atop the tiny living room's coffee table, as well as on the dark brown carpeting. A television rested on a rickety old stand that appeared as though it could collapse at any moment if someone so much as brushed up against it. The postage stamp sized kitchen had but a single she wolf in their that morning. The she wolf stood over the stove, cigarette hanging from her mouth as she cook scrambled eggs for herself and two others. Hearing one of the two bedroom doors in the apartment open, she turned around to see Marv, her thirteen year old son walk down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Hey," said the male wolf, going over to the refrigerator and taking a carton of milk out.

"Where's your brother?" asked the she wolf.

Marv shrugged as he poured himself a glass of milk. "Takin' a shit."

"He better get outta there soon," said the she wolf. "You two have to be at church soon."

Marv took the glass of milk in his paw, but not before taking one of his mother's cigarettes and lighting it up. Inhaling a long drag, the male wolf let his first drag of the day exhale into the air. He moaned in relief as the smoke soothed his body. The young wolf sat down on the old sofa in the living room and seized the remote to turn on the television.

A toilet down the hall flushed, and out walked the eleven year old Sean. Sean was very different in appearance from Marv, as the older male wolf was big, muscular and intimidating for his age, with a deep, gravelly voice that defied his mere thirteen years in the world. Sean was short for his age, had a nasally voice that caused him to be made fun of; his physique, scrawny and unimpressive. Marv watched television, completely ignoring his younger brother as the wolf walked out into the kitchen to get his breakfast.

"Mmm . . . eggs!" moaned the younger wolf, licking his lips.

"There are mine," said the female wolf.

"But, I'm hungry!" whined the younger male wolf. "Can I have some?"

"There's cereal in the cupboard," said the female wolf, growing impatient with her younger son.

Grumbling, Sean went and retrieved the solitary box of cereal from the cupboard. Getting a bowl, he had only milk to look for, but upon rooting around the refrigerator, he was that there was none to be found. The young wolf stomped out to the living room, confronting Marv.

"Did you drink the last of the milk?" asked Sean in foul tone.

"Yeah," said Marv, inhaling and exhaling another puff of smoke. "So what if I did?"

"I wanted milk for my cereal!" whined Sean.

"I don't give a fuck," said Marv, annoyed at his little brother's bitching and moaning.

"Now I have to eat dry cereal!" whined Sean, pawing through the bowl.

"No you don't," said Marv. "Here, I'll get them good and soggy for you!"

The older male wolf, dressed only in his underwear, pulled his dick out from the inside and proceeded to piss in Sean's bowl of cereal. All the younger wolf could do was stand there in total shock at what his brother was doing. He wanted to punch Marv, but his older brother was far stronger than him, and he knew that any fight he picked would definitely end with him getting his ass kicked. Whining and moaning, he went back to the kitchen and emptied the bowl down the drain as he ran the garbage disposal. His mother berated him for wasting food. Sean voiced his grievance with his older brother, but got no sympathy from his mother, who claimed he needed to stop acting like such a pussy all the time. Wanting to cry, but knowing that would only result in his mother smacking him, he went out to the living room and sat down on a chair next to the sofa. Marv looked over at his younger brother, smiling cruelly.

"Maybe now you'll stop acting like such a little bitch all the time," uttered Marv, crushing the last of his cigarette in the ash tray on the coffee table.

Sean didn't say a word, responding with an indignant snort at his older brother. Their mother walked out into the living, like always, a cigarette hung from her mouth.

"You two better get dressed soon," she warned. "You've got less than an hour before the bus arrives down on the corner."

"Okay," said Marv, who extended his paw out as his mother offered him another cigarette. "We know what we're supposed to do."

"Good," said the she wolf. Brenda Mortenson was very adamant about her two sons going to church over the past month, even though she would be staying home that day. Sitting down next to Marv, she looked over at the picture frame that held a single photo in it; her late husband Ken Mortenson, who had been killed two years during a drug deal gone bad. Brenda always knew that something like that would happen, but never protested to him, as that would only result in her getting smacked around. She had seen her fair share of beatings from the male wolf, and when he went to prison for two years, Brenda secretly had her tubes tied to prevent Ken from having any more cubs with her, if only to spite him.

"Come on," said Marv as he finished his second cigarette of the morning. "Let's get dressed Sean."

Grumbling, the younger male wolf got up and followed his brother to the bedroom they shared to get ready for church.

Brenda had went to a local thrift store to get her boys appropriate attire for church. Dressed in khaki shorts, with short sleeve button up blue shirts and red neck ties, the boys were ready for church now. Sean whined about how Marv had put his tie on too tight and was quickly punched in the stomach by his older brother. Having the wind knocked out of him, it was all the younger wolf could do to walk down the stares and down the street to the bus stop.

The bus that morning was packed, much like any other Sunday morning, with beasts going to church, to the store, or various other destinations. Marv and Sean rode around on the bus, with the driver making several stops, before getting off on the aptly named Exodus Street, the street where First Presbyterian Church of Exodus Street sat. Marv looked at his watch, it was only a few minutes before the service would start, so he yelled at Sean to get his ass inside and find a place to sit.

Both boys hated sitting through the lengthy church services, having to hear announcements, prayer requests, standing up to sing boring, old songs and worst of all, sitting through the sermon. The pastor of the church, a large, overweight moose babbled on and on about some old dead people from the Bible. Meanwhile, Marv and Sean, who had gone completely unnoticed by the rest of the congregation, were busy drawing on some pieces of paper that were in the hymnal rack in front of them. Trying to distract themselves as they were, Marv at least was keen enough to be paying attention when the sermon was finished and the pastor ordered the congregation to rise for the final song. Now was the time for the boys to make their move.

"Come on," Marv ordered Sean. "They're going to have their first of month meal down in the basement today, so we've gotta get in place!"

Fifteen minutes after the service ended, a male deer, dressed in a fine black suit walked down the west hall of the church. Carrying the offering plates, he was going into the pastor's office to count up what had been collected that morning. Whistling some old gospel song, he took no notice of the the door to the janitor's closet being open only slightly. Unlocking the door to the office, he went inside and shut the door. The janitor's closet door, directly across the hall from the pastor's office opened up, revealing a hidden Marv and Sean.

"You know what to do," said Marv to his brother. "You're gonna pull that fire alarm, and when he runs out of there, I'm going inside!"

"Okay," said Sean, his heart beating at a nervous rate.

"Wait for it . . . now!" said Marv.

Luckily for the two brothers, the fire alarm was located just outside the door of the janitor's closet. Sean, his paws covered with gloves, pulled the fire alarm and the wolves quickly went back to hiding in the closet. Even with the door shut, they could hear the sound of the pastor's office door being swung open and the deer running down the hall. Marv waited until he was certain the deer was gone, before darting out of the closet and into the pastor's office. Marv covered his paws with gloves as well, and seeing the offering plates, he took the bag from inside his pocket and emptied out all of them into it. With the church cleaned out of that Sunday's offering, Marv went and got Sean, the two brothers removed their gloves and calmly walked outside of the church building where the congregation was gathered outside. The beasts who attended that church talked nervously to each other as they were worried that an actual fire had occurred. They waited for the fire department to show up and go inside to determine what was actually going on. Marv and Sean--again completely unnoticed by the congregation--calmly walked down the street. Marv was tickled pink at what they had gotten away with.

"That was too easy," remarked the older wolf. "I wonder how much got?"

"You think Mom's gonna be happy?" asked Sean, who was always trying so desperately to please his mother.

"She'd better be," said Marv. "We're bringing free money home!"

"It's hot out here," said Sean, loosening his tie and pulling it off from around his neck "Can we go home now?"

"Not yet," said Marv, removing his tie too. "Let's have some fun first!"

Marv and Sean Mortenson wondered around the city, looking for other opportunities that might come there way. Going into a local grocery store, Sean went up to the counter to ask the clerk several questions, creating a distraction as Marv went about the store and shoplifted several items. The clerk never suspected that such a small, innocent looking wolf cub was up to something as Marv went about his thievery. The older male wolf loved the thrill of stealing almost as much as he loved getting things for free. With his pockets full, Marv left the store and Sean soon exited, meeting up with his older brother.

"Too easy again!" laughed Marv. "Jesus, the world is full of saps!"

"Did you get any food?" asked Sean, feeling his empty stomach grumbling for the hundredth time that day.

"Here," said Marv, throwing his brother two packets of Twinkies. "You've earned it."

Sean shoved the cream filled pastries in his mouth and swallowed. It was the first thing he'd eaten all day. Marv in the meantime, went about scouting around to find more unsuspecting victims. The world was his oyster at the moment, and he just so happened to see a new target in his sights.

"Hey," said Marv, pointing out a young squirrel wearing baseball attire. The squirrel had just put his wallet away after buying a bag of peanuts from a street vendor. "You see that kid over there?"

"Yeah," said Sean, covering his eyes from the bright sunlight.

Marv relayed his plan to his younger brother. Sean liked the sound of it. Running down the street, past the squirrel, the older wolf ducked into an ally some twenty feet past where the squirrel was standing. Sean casually strolled up to the squirrel and struck up a conversation. He complimented the squirrel on his choice of baseball team, saying that he too was a big fan. The squirrel smiled, glad that someone agreed with his tastes in sports team. Sean could see he was gaining the squirrel's confidence and reeled him in.

"Hey," said Sean. "My brother has a bunch of baseball cards he's wanting to sell."

"Really?" asked the squirrel. "How many?"

"Thousands of them," said Sean. "Gonna sell 'em real cheap too! You interested?"

"Sure!" exclaimed the squirrel. "Where's he at?"

"Right down here," said Sean.

The squirrel and wolf walked down the street turned into the alley. Sean had been so nice and friendly with the young squirrel never suspected what was really going on. Walking past a dumpster, Marv jumped out and grabbed hold of the squirrel, slamming his head into the brick wall of the building next to the enormous trash bin. The squirrel went down like a ton of bricks, crying and whining. Smiling sadistically, Marv knelt down and gave the squirrel several hard punches to the face, rendering his victim unconscious. The brother's went through the squirrel's pockets, finding his wallet, a Sony Walkman cassette player, and some change. Marv kept the cassette player for himself and gave the change and wallet to Sean, who was happy to get the twenty dollars that the squirrel had been carrying around.

"What a dumb ass," observed Marv as the two walked out of the alley and back down the street.

"I'm gonna go get some cheeseburgers," said Sean, licking his lips as he thought about biting down into a juicy meat patty.

"Fine," said Marv, looking at his watch. "Then we gotta go back home and see Mom. She's gonna wonder where in the hell we've been."

Sean enjoyed two delicious cheeseburgers in a diner some four blocks from where they had jumped the squirrel. The burgers were a wonderful treat to the younger Sean, who told Marv they should jump people more often. That was music to the older wolf's ears. He loved kicking the shit out of people, and since it wasn't Sean that he had beaten up, he could thrash them as hard as he wanted.

With Sean's meal eaten, the two found a bus stop nearby and got on. Riding around the city, it took them over thirty minutes before they were back on Bronson Street and inside their building.

"Where the hell have you two been?" asked Brenda upon seeing them.

"Out having fun," said Marv, emptying his pockets onto the coffee table.

"You sure took your fucking time," said Brenda, pawing through the bag that contained Marv and Sean's church heist. She took a look inside before pouring it out onto the coffee table.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed the she wolf. "You two did great!"

Marv, Sean and Brenda went through the spoils of the theft, counting up the cash. Not surprisingly, there were several personal checks that would be completely useless to them. Brenda went and got a pair of scissors, cutting up the checks into mere confetti, making sure that there would be no evidence of what her boys had done. By the time the three wolves had destroyed the checks and counted up the cash, they were in shock.

"Eleven hundred and fifty three dollars!" said Brenda. "You boys have made me very proud!"

Each boy got a tenth of what they had brought ot their mother, making them each a $153 richer than when they woke up that morning.

"I bet we could get a Nintendo!" said Marv.

"Yeah!" agreed Sean. "Then I won't have to go over to Jimmy's all the time when I want to play video games!"

"Aren't you supposed to be over there soon?" asked Brenda.

Sean looked over at the clock on the wall. "Oh shit," he said. Jimmy lived on the fourth floor, so it wouldn't take long before he would be there anway. "See you!"

With Sean gone for the next several hours, Marv sat on the couch watching television, though there wasn't much interesting stuff on a Sunday afternoon. Brenda went out into the kitchen, still overjoyed at the haul her sons had brought in that day. Placing a pan on the stove, she turned around, looking at the tall, muscular Marv sitting on the couch, staring mindlessly into the television. Of her two boys, she was most proud of Sean. He could defend himself in a fight, had no problem doing what he was told by his mother. He had brought home plenty of money and goods before when she asked. He was such a good, good boy.

"Marv," called the she wolf. "Come out here, would you?"

Marv went to his mother. "Yeah?"

"I'm really proud of you boys today," she said, still with her back to him.

"Thanks," said Marv, puffing on a cigarette.

"With your father gone," said the she wolf, sticking a paw down into her pants and inside of her. "I think it's time for you to be treated like the man of the house now."

"Cool," said Marv. "What's that mean exactly?"

"It means," said Brenda, taking her paw out from inside her pants before turning around. "I should let you do what real men do."

Marv took the cigarette from his mouth as his mother brushed her paw up against his nose. There was a funny, strange scent on her paw that Marv had never smelled before, but it was . . . enticing. Marv could feel the fur on the back of his neck stand up as the scent aroused him. He stared into his mother's eyes, seeing them ablaze with passion. Brenda took that same paw and brushed it against her son's crotch, feeling that he was hard, she grinned at him.

"Come with me," she said in a low, sultry tone.

Marv followed his mother back to her bedroom. Shutting the door, he could feel himself becoming more aroused. Brenda went back over to her son, slowly putting her paws down his shorts and feeling his erect cock.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered to the boy.

"Yeah," Marv whispered back.

"This will feel even better," she said, rubbing harder and harder at her son's cock. Marv closed his eyes, enjoying the attention his mother was paying him. He'd been pawing off for a couple of years now, but having someone else touch him down there felt way, way better. She stopped briefly, and the boy opened his eyes, seeing Brenda taking off her shirt and bra, revealing her large, luscious breasts. She was only sixteen when she had Marv, so at twenty nine, she still had a great body on her.

"You want these?" she said, still whispering.

Marv licked his lips before putting his mouth over his mother's nipples for the first time since he was a baby. Brenda groaned at the attention her son was giving her.

"Good boy," she said, petting his head. "Suck on Mommy's titties."

Marv was doing just that as he continued to have a raging hard on. Brenda stuck her paws back down his shorts, rubbing and pumping at her son's penis before taking her paw back out and unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them and his underwear down on the floor. She marveled at Marv's being bigger than his father ever was. Gently she pulled Marv off of her breasts.

"Did you like sucking Mommy's titties?" asked Brenda to the boy.

"Felt nice," grinned Marv.

"Do you want Mommy to suck your dick?"

"Yeah," breathed Marv.

"Ask me nicely," teased the she wolf.

"Mommy, would you suck my dick?" he asked in a sweet voice.

Brenda had her son sit on her bed as she got on her knees and went to work. She could feel the boy shiver as she licked at his members, sending precum out the tip of it. With great suction, she bobbed up and down on the thick lupine cock, making Marv moan and groan from the intense feeling of pleasure. The blow job was getting her super horny. She stuck her paw down her pants, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter, the intensity of the lust for her own son was overpowering her. She let Marv's dick slip out of her mouth, standing up, they boy watched as his mother, topless, had her paws on her pants.

"Marv," she asked, her tone dripping with sexual allure. "Do you want to fuck Mommy now?"

"I do," said the boy.

"What do we say?"

"Mommy," he said, grinning sadistically. "Can I fuck you?"

Marv saw his mother unbutton and unzip her pants, letting them fall to the floor before she took hold of her panties and pulled them down. Stripped to the fur, she hopped into bed just as Marv was removing the last of his clothes. The two embraced and Brenda kissed Marv deeply, licking at his face and telling him that he was "a very good boy". Marv, at thirteen, was already bigger than his mother. He stuck his paw inside her pussy, feeling her vaginal walls sopping wet from her desire to mate. Mother and son pawed at each other, feeling every part of each others bodies. Marv couldn't take anymore. Putting his mother on her back, he climbed on top of her. Brenda moaned as the boy stuck his hard, lengthy cock into the very hole that he had entered the world through. Looking down at his mother, Marv could tell she wanted him badly. Slowly, he moved his cock in and out of her, savoring the slick, tight walls of her cunt as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs around her son, pulling him in and feeling his entire dick being shoved into her. She'd taken several cocks in her life, but none were as long or as thick as her own son. She moaned as he sped up his rhythm.

"Oh, yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me, you big dick boy!"

Marv happily obliged his mother, fucking her harder and harder and making the springs of the mattress creek with every thrust. Marv panted as he worked himself into a fucking frenzy. He'd never felt so good in all his life! He didn't care in the least that he was losing his virginity to his own mother. His cock was being engulfed by her cunt and making him crazy for more. Snarling, he was like a savage, wild beast as he mated with his mother, who was now crying out from the orgasm she was presently experiencing. Neither one cared that they were probably bothering the neighbors in the apartment next to them. As Marv saw his Mom throw her head back and yell from the orgasm, it sent him over the edge. Feeling his climax fast approaching, he threw everything he could into her. His semen traveled from his balls, down the length of his penis, before exploding into the wet pussy of his mother, coating her insides with his huge wave of cum. Marv slowed his pace gradually, eventually coming to a complete stop. He pulled out and was wet with his mother offering him a cigarette to bask in the afterglow of their sinful act.

"That was very good," said Brenda. "Did you have fun?"

"Fuck yeah," said Marv, taking a drag from his cigarette and savoring it before breathing out. "This . . . this gonna be a regular thing?"

"Yes," said Brenda, rubbing his muscular chest. She leaned in and whispered to her son. "But only if you're a good boy."

Marv grinned back at her, whispering in her ear. "I'll never be a bad boy again."