FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By: ToKu

The air outside the funeral home was cooler than the air within, dry, refreshing, topped off with a soft breeze. Flowers along the paved pathway danced while the trees shook off minute chorus of rustling leaves. An unusually cool day for mid-July even by Indiana standards, the oppressive atmosphere during the service paired with a myriad of scents, emotions and musk, had driven Cal from the building prematurely. It was a closed casket service after all; he heard his mother's testament and what his two brothers had to say, though their words seemed as hallow as he felt. He had been offered the same privilege but couldn't conjure up the words to describe how he felt, let alone share it with others. It wasn't sadness, it wasn't relief, the empty sensation of loss or the overwhelming weight of denial. The word 'Numb' seemed more fitting; a heavy weightlessness. There were a few times he had to stop, look down at himself and make sure he was still in his own body and that his feet were still firmly planted on the floor.

A small pond sat off to the right, nestled among a group of systematically placed trees with large purple and white flowers; hibiscus. There were two stone benches at the end of the path that served as a place of reflection or in Cal's case, a place to flee from mixed emotions. He regarded the benches for a moment as if they were tombs themselves before coming to the edge of the dark reflective water. He could see a few slender fishes darting back and forth from the cover of lilies to the rocks deeper down. But there in the center, as if laying upon the bottom of the pond floor, was his reflection. Dressed in suit and tie, the body of an eighteen-year-old, looking just as suffocated, just as unsure and confused, his bodily form the only comforting assurance.

"Happy belated birthday."

He hadn't heard anyone approach, mere seconds before he could have sworn the courtyard had been deserted, but when he tore his gaze from the somber reflection, he found his eldest brother, Chandler, standing somewhat hunched over, though no less broad and imposing. He had always taken refuge in Chandler's size, security in his mature wisdom and solace in his surprisingly tender embraces. He brought with him the stench of sterile plastics and isopropyl alcohol; only a minor deterrent.

"It was only like two days ago." Cal mumbled with a weak smile.

"Three. I pulled a double at the hospital. The day after as well, then, halfway through my shift..."

"Yeah, no worries. I understand."

"Conner was there, I suspect."

"Yeah, but he was a little preoccupied with Denise and the kids. We didn't have time to 'hang'. Then all this happened, so..."

"I hope you don't blame yourself." Chandler gave his younger brother one of those deep, piercing, 'I know what you're thinking' kind of looks.

"No..." Cal spoke, almost unsure if he really meant it.

"Good," Chandler spoke, uncomfortably adjusting his own identical suit about his neck. "So, Conner and I were going to see if you wanted to come up to the cabin today. I know we were planning for next month but in light of the situation I suggested a little early getaway. He already had his shifts switched and I don't again work until Wednesday night."

Cal didn't even hesitate to think.

"Yeah, any excuse to get out of town, out of my head," He paused glancing back at the building from which he had just escaped. More furs were emerging now, mostly feline, family, mostly distant. He could just make out his mother, Bengal furred, dressed in all black, thin, surrounded by grieving relatives. Cal felt dizzy. "I just, couldn't stand it in there anymore."

"Must have just ended, I told mom I'd check on you, make sure you were alright before she took off. You know how she worries about all of us." Chandler glanced over his shoulder before turning back to shrug.

"She going over to aunt Della's afterwards?" Cal asked.

"Yeah, I believe they're having a little remembrance party. I already told her we're going to have our own sort of...'thing'. A brotherly grieving process, so to speak. Said we already had plans to head up north for a few days anyways. She's understands."

"Does she?" Cal asked, turning away from his brother for a moment, regarding his reflection again, though he could have sworn it was someone different staring back. He almost didn't recognize the stripes on his own face, the way he slouched a bit, and not to mention the suffocating suit he wore. He could see Chandler looking at him in the reflection but couldn't blame the look of worry that crossed his face, nor wish him any ill will for simply caring about his youngest brother. Cal was eldest after all, one of three, and although they were all quite close and got along remarkably for siblings, acute differences set them apart from one another. He always had to remind himself that there was only one Cal and that there was no one else like him. It made him feel lonely at times, lonelier than usual, but also created an air of superiority. Not over anyone else per se, just over himself, or because of himself. It held him up out of his anxious quagmire and the crippling social norms of the world with slightly greater confidence than before. He wasn't sure if it was healthy or a damaging trait, but it seemed to work at his lowest points. With those thoughts he turned back to Chandler, regarding his concern with a soft smirk. "I need to get out of this fucking suit."

...

The road was empty; a long black strip of pot-holes and cracks that ran between endless corn fields; the occasional farm house, barn or silo, the only break in scenery. Mid-day on a Sunday and it was as if the earth had been deserted, a bountiful wasteland. In Cal's mind, he and his two brothers were the only three left in the entire world. The sun beamed down through clear, blue skies, bathing his bare feet in warmth as they stuck out the rear driver side window while his short head fur buzzed in the breeze of the opposite side. He lay stretched out in the back of Conner's Honda CRV, the occasional cubs toy digging into his back. They had removed two car seats, various children's books, most of the toys, old snack foods and replaced them with their backpacks, a cooler full to the brim with ice and beer, other various lakeshore essentials and hit the road mere hours after the funeral services were completed. They had kissed their mother goodbye while Conner bid farewell to his wife and two kids and an hour later they were in the middle of nowhere with nothing but corn and miles between them and total seclusion.

Conner drove, chewing on beef jerky and drinking Red Bulls, while Chandler navigated; having taken this trip more times than either of the younger two. With the whole back seat to himself, Cal lounged across the seats, resting his eyes and zoning out to the tunes he selected. When the Ramones' 'Rocket to Russia' finished, he handed Chandler a Bob Seger greatest hits, Then Full of Hell's newest album, before 'Jagged Little Pill' by Alanis Morissette. It was surreal; the effects the music had on the three brothers, Cal especially. His whole life had seemed like one continuous plan of escape by any means, be it music, friends, porn, poetry, books, writing, video games, sex or alcohol. But as the music played on and the corn fields rolled by, the journey seemed more of an ending than a beginning. He tried to push the thoughts and feelings out of his head by passing 'A Loud Bash of Teenage Feelings' by Beach Slang to Chandler who quickly popped the cd into the player.

They sung together, or hummed words unknown, allowing for the hurts of the world to be flushed from their psyche. Cal leaned over the passenger seat, bumming a smoke from his eldest, allowing the stocky tiger to light it for him. Conner, a father of two cubs, simply angled his head out his window, with his button up shirt up over his nose.

They stopped at a gas station in a podunk town called Cradlesville, the last one before the lake. Consisting of a general goods market, a post office and a greasy smelling Pizza King, the post-apocalyptic feel retained itself even here as the gas station attendant seeming to be the only person to inhabit the tiny hamlet. Cal stood, stretching his legs, the breeze billowing his pink and black Pocahontas tank top around his husky form while Conner pumped gas. He found himself staring from the dirty concrete under feet to his second oldest brother. We wore a cheap pair of sunglasses but a genuine smile split his face as he returned the thoughtful gaze of his younger sibling.

"For as many other fursons we've seen, I coulda stripped down hours ago." He spoke tugging on his already unbuttoned collar as if he were suffocating, his tongue lulling out of his white fanged, teeth.

At twenty-five, two-hundred and fifty pounds, he was already in full-fledged dad mode. Though younger than Chandler, Conner already had the body of a father in his thirties. While no where near old or unattractive in any way, family life had already left its mark on him. Cal felt himself smile for the first time since that feeble attempt near the pond but even now it still felt contrived and halfhearted.

When Chandler emerged from the rundown convenience store, Cal's eyes shifted. Dressed simply in a black, fur-tight tank top, khaki shorts and flip flops; he had the body of a football linebacker only a few years past his prime. Huge arms hung from a thick chest and only a suggestion of a beer belly jiggled as he lumbered back towards the car with a sack of snacks. He caught Cal looking as him and shone the most natural of smiles before lowering his name brand sunglasses from his forehead, covering the dark circles that rimmed the underside of his eyes; a lasting effect of years of med school and long hours in the ER.

They could have all been triplets if it weren't for their age and slight variations in body type. Cal wasn't 'fat' by any means, or so his brothers said, but that didn't stop him from judging his own body. It didn't help that Chandler was such a good cook and that Cal was always over at his apartment for dinner, but exercise was never his strong suit either.

Pushing the thoughts from his head, he put out his cigarette against a faded concrete pillar before tossing the butt into an overflowing trash can.

The remaining miles were driven in near silence, the only sound being the roar of the wind through the open windows, their childhood vacation home looming like an estranged sense of nostalgia. It was the place where their father had taken them over the years; every summer for as long as they could remember, at least until about four years ago. It was Cal's first time back since then, though he knew Chandler came up here to study on his off days.

"I've been renovating it slowly, in my free time, ever since dad gave me the deed a few years back." Chandler spoke in an attempt to break the somber tension, shadows dancing across his black and orange striped face from the surrounding evergreens towering on either side of this hill-sloped road. "Mostly the kitchen and bathrooms. Gettin' rid of his old shit."

"What, throwin' it all away?" Conner asked almost sounding hurt but Cal could see the grin on his face. "What about all our old VHS tapes?"

"Been mostly puttin' it all in storage." Chandler shrugged. "Tryin' to give the place a more modern feel."

"Cuz fuck the Seventies!" Cal added with a bit of effort. His stomach began to swim at the mention of his father.

They shared a quick laugh before simmering down to a silent sight-see as the flat farmland fell away and rose around them forming hills and ravines until it all made way for a gleaming blue lake nestled between two hill tops, surrounded by evergreens and deciduous alike, a ring of trees surrounding, all of it miles from the closest living furson.

As they rounded the eastern most edge of the lake, the road gave way to gravel, then to dirt, twisting and climbing at a forty-five-degree angle until, like out of a fairy tale, a beautiful wooden cabin came into view. Surrounded by a grove of pines, the two-story structure was earthy, natural looking, but immediately, Cal could see where Chandler had been working. The siding was free of moss and the once congested front porch was clear of old furniture, auto parts, and hunting tools. In their place sat three wooden rocking chairs, each separated by small matching tables. The roof had been re-thatched with modern tiles and the gutters had been replaced with brown fiberglass.

Conner brought the CRV all the way to the narrow stone pathway that lead up to the wooden porch steps, now clear of pine needles and excess dirt. Putting it in park and killing the engine, he exclaimed. "You did all this yourself?"

"Yeah, in my free time." Chandler shrugged off his seatbelt and gathered the plastic bags around his feet. "I'm gonna start dinner at six. Yall should have time to take a dip before its done."

"You're an ER nurse, how the hell do you have any time at all?" Conner retorted to deaf ears as Chandler was already making his way up the stone path. Cal chuckled and shook his head as they finished grabbing their own things.

Inside, the improvements were even more apparent. The whole living room had been refurnished; the old brown carpet torn up and the original wood flooring varnished, the tacky wallpaper, circa 1976, was stripped and the walls painted a soft white. The kitchen was entirely new, though kept with the original minimalist design that cabins usually had. The bedrooms had new beds, the front bathroom new counters and sinks while the master bedroom, modest though it was, now sported a two furson sized tub and shower.

Cal and Conner seemed to dance about the place, taking in the new and improved cabin, bouncing like cubs on the beds, flicking lights on and off and hollering out windows they threw open for freshness. When they finally made it back to the kitchen, Chandler had retrieved the cooler from the car, already finished with putting their food away and had just cracked open a can of Hamms.

"Yes, daddy needs a beer!" Conner shouted unnecessarily. "Make that three, oh, and one for Cal, Happy-still-not-legal-birthday. I'm going down to the dock to swim. Who's joining me?"

Cal suppressed a chuckle as his brother somehow managed to juggle three Hamms from their new home in the fridge all while removing his button-up shirt.

"I'll be down in a bit." Cal tipped his beer in cheers as Conner dropped his plaid board shorts by wiggling his hips and using his footpaw to kick aside the discarded clothing while grabbing up his armful of beers.

"Might want to bring a few more of these down with ya, these'll probably just last the walk." Conner suggested with a flick of his tail, leaving the other two brothers staring after their nude sibling as he sauntered from the cabin.

"That's always been the rule around here for as long as I can remember. Sun's out, Buns out!" Chandler chuckled deeply. Cal smiled but found that it quickly faltered as old memories came flooding back. It had been four years since he had last come to this cabin, and he could still remember that last day. His father somberly loading their fishing gear into the back of his van, Conner already sitting in the front seat, still naked. Chandler had remained back in town studying for his RN license but Cal remembered longing to see his older brother as he pulled his underwear up his legs before climbing into the back seat where the rest of his single change of clothes had remained the entire weekend.

"Something wrong, Cal?"

"I've just... missed this. All this." Cal spoke feeling the carbonation from his beer bubbling back up his esophagus. "I've missed Conner, I've missed you."

Chandlers handsome feline face contorted into a guilty grimace, but even then, Cal couldn't help but admire his stripes, his fluffy face fur, his round ears. It was like peering into a mirror that showed the future, or so he hoped.

"I know it's been hard for us to find time to 'hang' what with my job and school, Conner with his kids and Denise and..."

"Me with nothing going on in my life..." Cal meant it as a joke but it seemed to have hurt Chandler, his features sunk further, his frown, his tired eyes, his whole wide frame seemingly slackened with the single phrase.

"I'm sorry, what I mean is..."

"I know it's been rough for you." Chandler spoke stepping around the center kitchen Island, wiping his paws on a dish rag. Even under the fresh scent of pine and mountain air, Cal could still smell the lingering sterility of the ER on Chandler's fur. "You need to get out of that house, get your own place. It'll be good for you, good for Mom too. I'm sure Conner can get you a part time job at the auto shop, and the community collage is taking applications next month.

"I know...I know...I, mom... she's always harpin' on me about what I'm gonna do after high school. I just..." Cal tried to find the right words but couldn't, unsure as to what he even meant to say, but it was Chandler's words, his tone, that truly stayed the younger's tongue. He felt a smile creep oddly across his face.

"What?" Chandler asked looking rather confused.

"It's nothing." Cal shook his head, still smiling. "It's just, for a moment you sounded like..."

"Dad?"

It was Cal's turn to frown, he felt his whole-body sway, stagger, his beer hit the floor with a fizzy plop and he knew he was next as his body swayed on the spot, but before he knew it, two massive orange and black arms were around him, wrapping him up, enveloping him, caressing him. He was crying but only realized it as an afterthought; his lips were also entwined with those of his eldest brother, a warm wet connection that sent chills down his spine. He could feel the beer pooling around his toes but the very next second everything in the world was meaningless.

He felt like a boy again. In his mind, he was giggling as his brother lead him by the paw, down the hall and to the master bedroom. But he wasn't fourteen, or ten, or eight, or even five, he was eighteen and Chandler's paw still felt massive in his own. They felt massive as they pulled Cal's tank top off, felt enormous as they explored his body, removed his shorts, held his tear stained face and kissed him passionately, again and again.

They were also the softest, the way they caressed and groped his privates, coaxing an erection to life that wasn't even in need of such treatment, though pleasantly pleased with the attention all the same. Their bodies mingled, farther, more tightly, awkwardly losing more and more clothing until nothing kept their naked bodies apart except for their fur.

"Chandler..." Cal whimpered, his tears still blurring his vison. He thought, just for a second that Chandler had tears in his eyes as well, or were they his own staining than older tiger's cheeks.

"Shhh." Was all that the larger tiger spoke as he leaned his brother down onto the soft feather down comforter, the memory foam mattress cradling his body. Cal wasted no time in lifting his legs and pulling them against his belly. He knew what he wanted, what he needed and he wasn't alone from the looks of Chandler's blood red cock and heavy white balls.

Climbing onto the bed, Chandler reared up before lifting Cal's hind end, pressing his paws into the undersides of his knees. Aiming his cock, free-handed, for the star of pink flesh, he slowly yet seamlessly plunged into the younger tiger's depths.

Cal let loose and unapologetically loud moan, digging the back of his head into the mattress while hooking his forearms behind his knees and holding tight, bracing himself for the first real penetration he had received in going on a year. His body however, jumped into overdrive, like he had never lost practice, and having bottomed for most of his cognizant life.

"Just like old times, huh Cal?" Chandler breathed, hunching his back and lowering his face towards his brother's. As their lips met so did the rest of them, cock met prostate, balls met ass, and belly pressed into belly. "Shall I fuck all your tears away."

Cal simply nodded, eagerly, desperately trying to convey with every fiber of his being that he wanted what Chandler was about to do. It was second nature; for over a decade, he would spend the first few moments before sex with his oldest brother breaking down any uncertainty that might exist. Washing away taboos was never an easy feat, but Cal had become a master at it.

Chandler's cock tip burrowed deeper, inch by inch, sinking, digging into the warm spongy guts of his brother.

"Holy Shiiit." Cal moaned, his eyes locked with Chandler's, gigabytes of wordless information passing between them like two sentient computers downloading each other's thoughts.

"Feel good inside you?"

"Duh," Cal murdered dizzily as the roots of Chandler's cock dug inside him. "Do I feel tighter? Conner only likes to bottom. I'm out of practice."

"You hardly winced when I slipped in. Let's see what happens when I pull out."

"Notice your word 'slipped'. Mmm, give it back."

"That an insult?" Chandler grinned as he lurched forward.

"Only if 'Your cock is perfect' is an insult."

"I think it looks the same as yours." He grunted, thrusting his hips back and forth while taking hold of Cal's pink barbed cock, sticking up out of orange and while pubic fur. "Now that you're all grown up."

"You miss my stumpy underage cock, circa age ten?"

"Won't lie, it was always fun to suck." Chandler groaned as he prodded harder, hips making quick shallow thrusts.

"I wanna get on my knees." Cal moaned, though he knew he would miss looking up into Chandler's scrunched up face while he built to orgasm.

"Huh?" He breathed a sigh more like a grunt.

"Rut me." Cal repeated.

"Like those times when we would show off for dad?"

"Mhmm."

Cal, weighing almost two hundred and thirty pounds, wasn't surprised when the older tiger wrapped his paws around the younger's middle, though nothing can prepare someone for being somersaulted sideways onto all fours. With shaky knees, Cal hobbled to the head of the bed where he arched his back, turning his head slightly only to see Chandler's huge form rising behind him.

Like a skilled archer, he found his mark, arrowing his cock into his little brother with a single swift movement seemingly impossible for someone his size. Cal yelped, biting his lip, unable to stifle the surprise of such a sudden hilting. He felt full, complete, horny, sexy and wanted, the only thing missing now was Conner, but he was probably getting wasted by the lake in his birthday suit.

The full sensation was suddenly ripped away however, a gaping loss that shot all the way through to his heart. For a moment, he recalled all the times he had felt a cock slip from his ass. It was like one huge blur of heartbreak, though the fleeting sensation was usually a prelude to a second hilting. He didn't have to wait long for the joyous feeling to return, repeating in a slurry of wet slaps of sweaty fur on fur, flesh sliding in between flesh, and a chorus of moans and grunts to accompany it all. Cal could only hang his head, not in loss but in total incredulousness that all that noise could come from just two furs; two brothers.

He came so suddenly he hardly realized he had even been climbing the cliff of orgasm. On the precipice, amid a flurry of furious prostate pummeling, he leapt, diving into the cool waters of climax.

He came so hard the patter of his cum against the down comforter sounded like a heavy downpour and he wasn't the only one. Chandler plowed into Cal's backside like a herd of bulls breaking through a blockade. The roar that escaped his open maw reverberated throughout the high wooden rafters, creating a grand operatic finale to what was not only the best sex, but the only sex the two tigers had had together in nearly a year.

Gasping, sighing and moaning, they collapsed in on each other, their bodies tangling and undulating as they sought a comfortable position. Finally, with Cal's head resting upon Chandler's white furry chest, they reclined into a cozy embrace, Chandler's paw gently stroking Cal's head. He couldn't even help the sudden purr that rumbled up from his chest as his big brother rubbed the back of his ears. He smiled, the sudden silence enveloping everything save for just the two of them. It was this secure silence that finally brought words to Cal's lips.

"Is it wrong that I hated dad?"

Chandler didn't say anything for a moment. Cal knew he was thinking, processing the question, calculating his own answer. There was even a part of Cal that seemed to ponder his own statement as if to process what he really meant.

"I don't doubt your feelings," He spoke with careful deliberation. "It would be unfair if not unjust to simply let everything go and forget all the things he did to us, the good and the bad. I don't even believe that to be possible. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't saddened by the loss of him or wish I could have spent more time with him before."

It was Cal's turn to think, brooding over his likes and dislikes of their father and torn by the fact that the cons and pros evened out to the point of apathy. Mortified yet also oddly relieved that his father was dead, though he didn't dare share his point of view with his oldest brother, Conner would have understood. He had always had a deeper emotional connection with Chandler, as if he were the father he wished he had always had. It was the same feelings that kept him from being completely emotionally honest with Chandler.

"I miss him too, but..."

"But?"

"But a part of me feels, relieved."

He was worried he had said the wrong thing even though the taste of the words felt right. Chandler's whole body tensed, his muscles going taut, but before Cal could even begin to search for words to repair the unwanted strain, those thick padded fingers were rubbing and stroking the back of Cal's head like the conversation hadn't even happened.

"I understand how you feel."

"You do?" Cal asked, finally glancing up from where he had been staring at Chandler's flaccid sheath, to meet those dark and fatherly eyes he loved to look upon.

"Maybe not identically, but I can empathize." Chandler spoke matter-of-factly, but Cal knew that only meant absolute honesty. "We all had different relationships with dad because of our age differences."

When Cal didn't say anything right away Chandler took a deep breath and continued.

"The last time Dad and I were intimate, I had just turned twenty-one. Several days after my birthday he took me out to his favorite bar, we had a few beers, talked about baseball, my schooling, then we checked into the Ridgeline Inn just outside of town. It was drunk, sloppy sex, we probably shouldn't have driven from the bar. He let me fuck him; just got on all fours on the bed, begging for it. Blew my mind really. It was the first and only time. He was probably just that drunk." He spoke as if remembering a fond memory. Cal felt his stomach do somersaults but held tight to Chandler's warm body. "That was over 9 years ago. I haven't had a good moment with him since, and the last few years I've barely spoken with him. I don't know when things broke off with you two, but that was a sixteen year relationship that ended in the course of several days. I've seen bad marriages last longer. With me, it was like I lost a lover. I still have you and Conner, and I'm thankful for you two more than ever, but I miss dad, Cal, terribly, but I can relate with you in the fact that I felt betrayed.

"Conner told me he fooled around with dad till he was nineteen, that was no less than five years ago. What about you Cal? When was the last time you slept with dad? The last time you did anything with him?"

His voice wasn't angry, it wasn't hurt, or jealous, in fact, the only emotion he could sense from his older brother was pure intrigue, as if trying to figure out some strange mystery or workout an unsolvable math equation. Regardless, Cal couldn't help but feel guilty, though not quite ashamed, as he answered.

"Four years ago." He admitted, and once he started he couldn't stop until he explained it all. "It was a few weeks before Christmas, You and mom were at Aunt Della's for that Christmas party, Cal had just moved in with Denise. I wasn't feeling good, and dad was working late. He came home to find the house deserted, except for me, had a few beers, sat in the couch with me, pulled his cock out and I sucked him off while we watched reruns of Roseanne. Simple as that, no thanks, no return, just a tipsy smile before falling asleep, I even had to zip up his pants. Never happened again. Nothing ever did. It was like he became someone else overnight; like a born again Muslim if there is such a thing."

"I'm sorry, Cal." Chandler soothed the younger tiger, running his paw down the contours of his body before resting upon his butt. "In all honesty, you got the short end of the stick. Eight years."

"It doesn't matter, it wasn't a contest."

"You're right, it wasn't."

"Like you said, we had each other, which was more than dad could have ever given us."

"Technically he did give us each other." Chandler said and Cal was glad to hear the humor in his voice even though there was an air of sadness remaining.

"Isn't it bad enough knowing we're a bunch of incestuous bastards without having it spelled out to us." Cal said with a smile.

"Not to mention you got your big brother's cum in your ass."

"Well, most of it, some of its starting to seep out. And I think I'm laying in mine."

"We should get up anyways, I need to start dinner."

"And Conner's probably wondering where the beers are at."

...

The walk down to the lake was just short of magical, which, to Cal, was a pleasant spectacle considering the world's recent bleakness, half of which was his own doing.

The setting sun still radiated the right amount of warmth, the light filtering through the pines in sporadic flashes. That light danced upon his moving, naked, body; adding depth and distinction to his black striped and cream-white torso. With one paw, he would nonchalantly lift a new can of beer to his lips, adding to his fledgling beer belly while his other held a lunch pail with an extra six cans to split with Conner. Amid the chirps and rattles of foliage, the feeling of absolute freedom settled in along with the feeling of a cum filled hole and close proximity to his brothers. The tiny smile that brightened his face was the first smile that felt genuine in recent months.

He found Conner floating face up on the smooth, glasslike surface of the lake; his arms splayed out, sending the slightest ripples through the still waters, his cock and balls just visible beneath the shady waters. The three empty and crushed Hamms cans sat discarded on the short, floating wharf that began at the end of the dirt path. Cal smiled, quietly, setting down the cooler while downing the remaining contents of his can.

Conner ears were submerged, eyes closed as he lazily floated, likely soaking away the stress of family life and the loss of an estranged father. He had little warning when Cal sprinted the short length of wobbly wharf, leaping over his brother's form and crashing into the water with his knees tucked into his chest.

The sounds of the world fell away in a loud crash, muffled by the pressure of water against Cal's ears. It was cool, refreshing but still sent a shocking tingle through his body as bubbles from his impact swirled around him in the dim depths.

He breached the surface with a gasp of fresh air, shaking the water from his face and head only to tune in to the angry shouts from Conner as his ears drained.

"The hell, scared me half to death, ya little punk. Think your so cleaver, where's my beer? Thought you were bringin' some..."

His voice trailed off when he looked to where Cal had pointed.

"Psh..." Conner scoffed with a misleading smile just under his scowl. He procured two cans from the small pail and popped them both before handing one to his little brother who waded water just behind him. Upon chugging his, Cal swam closer to where Conner was fiddling with a second, finding his tail in the murky water and pulling.

"You little brat!" Conner practically screamed, but couldn't utter another word as Cal pressed his mouth on him, kissing hard, wriggling his tongue before Conner took it into his maw.

The volume of the world seemed to fade out like the last minute of some gorgeous ambient soundscape. The water lapping against their bodies seemed distant, the faint chirps and rustle of the woods dying out until the suck and slurps of their kissing boomed with tremendous tenor.

Their bodies entwined beneath the surface; legs kicking awkwardly while arms and paws groped. Cal realized he was hard mere seconds before he felt Conner's against his thigh. He signaled the discovery with a soft 'ahh' between kisses that only made the older tiger press his hips further into Cal's.

"I missed your face." Cal's whispered voice sounding like thunder as it ricocheted off his brothers face.

"Missed kissing me, huh punk?"

"Mhm."

"What took ya so long?" Conner asked while pulling unreasonably hard on Cal's penis.

"Oww," Cal protested. "Chandler and I fucked around for a bit."

"Without me?" Conner retorted, playfully pushing Cal away who simply floated back with an evil grin.

"You were the one who wanted to go swimming so badly."

"The lake is my detox zone, stress just vanishes here."

"I dunno, there seems to be a lot of stress right here." Cal grinned, grabbing for his brother's hard cock in turn.

"My dick doesn't count."

"Not even of I do this?"

The innocently inappropriate foreplay seemed to last for hours. Like long lost lovers they explored the other's body, kissing and groping while they bobbed in the water. Though Cal knew it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes. When they finally decided to pull themselves from the water to dry and drink another beer, the surrounding scenery was darker, the shadows of the evergreens having lengthened considerably.

In the last bit of light that shone through the trees, Cal could finally admire his second oldest brother. It was obvious he was a beer drinker, the fourth popped can guzzled in one gulp, free paw jiggling the sizable beer belly that covered what was left of his high school abbs. He liked this form of Conner though. Back in the day, despite the age difference, the older tiger had been about half the size of the youngest, having run track and played lacrosse, but now, after two kids, a six year relationship with his wife Denise that started before he graduated and countless gallons of beer had added on an extra fifty pounds that put them both within equal body types.

Upon downing the beer, Conner lay flat on his back, arms out, cock up, smiling. Cal grinned too, slowly stroking his own cock while sipping his fourth.

"I'm gonna start working out with Chandler."

"Are ya?" Conner asked raising his head ever so slightly, his tone sounding sad. "I like you how you are, besides, your not fat."

"You don't have to be fat to work out."

"I guess. Chandler has always had the perfect body, he's got that portion control down-pact. I like beer and bacon too much. It's hard to believe he smokes too. You both need to cut that shit out. I've got all the guys at the shop to quit smoking."

"I know, I don't like to run or exercise much, bit I can still smell and taste pretty good so I'm not too worried yet. Oh, and I don't know what Chandler's making, but it was already smelling good before I left."

"Good, I'm drunk and hangry."

"And horny."

"Always."

"What about Denise?"

"Her strap-on only does so much."

Cal erupted in laughter, followed shortly by Conner. It felt good to laugh, healthy even. The last few days, the last few years, had been darker and darker, and even on the eve after tragedy, the world already seemed to shine a bit brighter even as dusk settled in around them.

"Guess we should head back." Cal said wiping tears of joy from his eyes. "It's starting to get dark."

"Yeah, and if we have time before dinner maybe you can slip it in." Conner added as he precariously got to his foot-paws.

More than slightly buzzed, thoroughly damp and still quite naked, the two brothers stumbled up the hillside in the darkening dusk, their foot-paws following nostalgia's lead along the well trodden path towards the cabin where their older sibling awaited their return with a hot, home-cooked meal.

Little jokes arose from the past, old memories of similar journeys along familiar pathways with the surrounding woodland. Cal reminded Conner of all the times he had tripped and had run home crying while Conner brought up Cal's first time hunting feral rabbits and almost shooting Chandler with the crossbow.

"Remember when Chandler broke his arm climbing the 'rock cliff'?"

"I was only, what, five, definitely not six?"

"But you remember the first time you sucked my cock."

"Because you peed in my mouth."

"Oh my gods, I did, didn't I. Woops!"

"What about that time Dad went into town for groceries and didn't come back till the next morning."

"We stayed up all night eating junk food. That night probably turned me into a foodie."

"You two got into dad's liquor and got naked."

"We were always naked up here."

"Yeah, but that was the weekend Troy was up here with us."

"I forgot all about, Troy!"

"We scared him off after that weekend."

"You guys tried to get him to bottom."

"Poor little cougar."

"I didn't have another friend for like two years after that." Cal groaned though still smiling.

"Hey..."

With that one word Conner reached out, grabbing Cal by the arm, not hard, but with a sudden halting jerk, Cal spun around only to meet Conner's mouth. He was pulled in close, their bodies merging, but unlike their romp in the water, Conner was suddenly ravished. Cal realized his brother's cock was hard, fully free of its sheath and pressing into its sibling's.

"I need you." Conner moaned as their mouths broke apart in a sweeping intake of air and flurry of desperate words. "I need you inside me, it seems like it's been forever. Those little quick ruts out in the tool shed never lasted long enough. It's gotten to the point where I think of your cock when Denise fucks me and our fake fun lube doesn't do yours justice or have that same musky scent. Please Cal, fuck me, breed me."

Darkness had descended. Near total blackness ate up the world around them, but that didn't stop Cal from finding his mark when Conner spun around, reaching out for the trunk of a nearby pine tree. The heat radiating off his brother's hind-end was nearly enough to make him cum then; his cock oozed, pre-cum soaking the crack of daddy tiger butt. It was the closest he had ever been to fucking his own father. Unlike his brothers, their father had never bottomed, at least not for him. Conner was the father of two cubs, so although he wasn't his own father, he was his daddy-bro, and the idea always intrigued him, so every time he pushed his leaking cock into his brother's ass he couldn't help the words that flooded out.

"You like that, daddy?" Cal whispered.

Conner only whimpered deeply, his body quivering as he took Cal's cock to the root. He knew he liked a good rutting, knew he could always have his wife peg him with a strap-on after the kids were asleep, but Cal's knew that there was no replacing his nor Chandler's cocks. Pulling out, Conner grunted something like 'shove it back' or 'give it back'. Nearly inaudible and slurred by beer, Cal, being a veteran of fucking Conner over the last decade or so, knew instinctually what he meant.

With a ferocious thrust, he slammed back in, their damp, furred, flesh smacking loudly as ass and pelvis collided. Like an internet GIF, Cal repeated this powerful rut, pulling his cock from his brother's hot hole all the way to the tip only to plunge back in with a squelch and slap, gaining speed with each loop.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." Conner moaned, his voice still deep and determined but layered by that primal submission their father had pounded into him as a boy. Chandler, being the oldest, was always usually the top, so after years and years of Conner submitting to the sexual whims and urges of not only his brother but his father too, led to the construction of a dominate yet submissive bottom. Cal ended up on both ends, but being the youngest, and always under Conner, formed the perfect ying-yang relationship when it came to sex. Sex with Chandler was never the same as sex with Conner, not because one put him as the bottom and the other as the top, but because of how each of his siblings had grown up with the other. Everything from growing pains to puberty, to their father's manipulation and unusual love, all formed them into who they became. Cal hated it and was thankful for it at the same time. Thankful that Chandler fucked him, when he could, and that Conner was always there to drop a load into.

He came, his head nearly lost in the haze of incestuous history and perverse passions. He could feel his heart beating within every inch of his body; his head, his paws, feet and cock. He could feel his cum leaking out of Conner's hole with every sloppy thrust. His foot paws were splattered with it and what he knew was Conner's; cuming paws-free like a true champ.

"You cum a lot?" Cal breathed into Conner's ear as he leaned forward.

"Still am..." Conner groaned with a raspy breath.

"Me too." Cal pushed his hips as far into Conner's backside as they could go; digging his cock into the spongy depths where he knew his tip rubbed hard against the older tiger's prostate.

"Shit, I feel like I need to piss."

"You're just gonna cum again." Cal said, knowing his brother's body better than he did. He reached around, his paw finding that dripping pink prick, squeezing and stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Fuck, fuck, holy... wait... shit, Cal...vin."

"Nope." Cal grunted feeling his paw suddenly soaked with a second load of cum. Conner only moaned, half crying, his whole body rattling with a double orgasm.

When he finally pulled his cock from Conner's leaking hole, he could feel his brother sag against the tree, his knees hitting the leaf strewn ground with an audible thump and the snap of brittle twigs.

"Conner?" Cal whispered urgently crouching down by his side his equilibrium woozily off-kilter. "You... you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." He spoke weakly. "Help me up, would ya."

Cal reached out a paw, his clean one, wiping his brothers cum on the side of his thigh while pulling the larger tiger to his foot-paws. They stumbled back up the hill in silence, blindly following years of repeated trips to and from the lakeside. Conner wrapped his left arm around the back of Cal's neck while he held up his brother's stocky form with his left, the crunch of gravel under foot and their heavy breathing ricocheting off the dense trees. It was a pleasant silence that lingered between them, all awkwardness lost years ago. They merely basked in the others company, finally at peace after a whirlwind of a week. The 'piece de resistance' came in the form of cabin lights as the ground leveled off; a beacon in which they followed, arm in arm, unaware of the huge grins adoring the other's face.

...

The small oak dining room table was laden with seaming bowls and savory plates topped and filled with a wide spectrum of foods from around the world. Chandler had made green curry soup for an appetizer, fried catfish and garlic quinoa as a main dish, a southwestern chopped salad with black beans and a soufflé. Cal and Conner gazed across the grand spread with salivating mouths hung open, nearly dumbstruck before Chandler, wearing only an apron that he quickly discarded, sent them to wash up for dinner in much the same way their father had so many years ago. There was a sudden clamor as they all fixed their plates; quick quips and corny jokes accompanied the sounds of serving spoons on plates. Once they had gathered their fill they dug in without a seconds hesitation.

No one spoke until all their plates were nearly empty and Conner and Cal were opening a second beer, though Cal couldn't remember how many he had drunk since arriving at the cabin several hours ago.

"Damn, Chandler, you sure blow Denise's cooking out of the water." Conner spoke through a mouthful if catfish. Chandler shook his head but the slight smile and color that appeared in his white cheeks betrayed his modesty. "If I ever need someone to stitch me up and nurse me back to health, you're forever my go to guy!"

"I'm pretty sure he already does that," Cal exclaimed. "Remember the power drill incident."

"You remember me wanting to fix my bike, but not Chandler's broken arm?"

"Because both those times involved your penis."

"I think breaking my arm made me want to be an RN." Chandler put in. "Those two hours in the emergency room were like a frighteningly painful fantasy."

"You can keep your hospital fetishes." Conner spoke through a mouthful of catfish while stabbing his fork into what was left of his quinoa.

"I still think you would have made a better chef." Cal said helping himself generously to the soufflé.

"Me too." Conner agreed.

"I don't think I was artistic enough to do the things I wanted to do as a chef." Chandler shrugged his huge shoulders. "Medicine just made more sense and seemed straight forward. Ya know, more practical."

They ate until they couldn't eat another bite, their bellies likely protruding an extra inch than before the feast. They cleared the table and packed away the leftovers, wiping down the table and countertop and rinsing the dishes before settling down into the three low-sitting armchairs that had replaced the old eighties style couch their father had had forever.

"I hope you guys really don't mind that I've changed things around up here. I know this place was full of memories but it started to become too much when I came up here to study."

"Are you kidding me?" Cal blurted out, nearly spraying his brothers with beer. "This place is gorgeous. There's so much more space. I used to think it was one tiny room, but the way you have it now, we actually have a living space, a dining room, a little study nook by the window, how cute is that? And that bed. Conner, you're gonna love it."

"Yeah, heard you two already broke it in." Conner grunted as a faux-hurt expression came over his face. Cal grinned but Chandler looked embarrassed. "It's okay, Cal loaded me up down at the docks."

"Eww, don't say it like that." Cal crunched up his empty beer can and threw it at Conner who laughed and ducked. Chandler just seemed to burry his face into his own brew.

"What's wrong with a little dirty talk, huh? I like feeling your cum seeping from my hole."

"First off, when you make me sound like some anonymous 'breeder' and not your younger brother, and secondly, when you use cheesy porn script to describe our sex."

"So what about you, Conner?"

The two younger tigers froze, their harmless banter cut short as Chandler's deeper voice cut through the cabin like a miniature canon. They both stared at their eldest sibling, equally confused before Conner seemed to thaw out of his stupor, his eyes narrowing to suspicious slits.

"What about me?" He asked suspiciously.

Cal looked back and forth from Chandler to Conner, confused, waiting for the sudden tension to be defused into another joke but it stretched on until he realized something wasn't right.

"Cal and I were discussing father earlier, our last encounters with him." He paused and Conner shifted considerably, his chair creaking under his weight. "Cal shared his with me, and I with him, maybe you can recount the last time father took you behind the shed."

Cal could tell Conner was just as confused by Chandler's sudden shift in topic. It had come about so naturally earlier, but it seemed like he was trying to force it out of him. Cal wasn't sure how many beers Chandler had consumed while cooking, but he seemed the most sober of them all.

"If you really wanna know so bad, you coulda just asked nicely. I don't know why you have to be such a dick about it." Conner spoke with an air of sarcasm but there was still that underlying tone of apprehension.

Chandler's whole body stiffened, his eyes glanced rapidly, and Cal noticed the paw around his beer trembling. Conner wasn't blind to this reaction either. He went from smug drunk to sober brother in an instant; reactionary to Chandler's whole body becoming rigid and stoic; his eyes darkened and even through those hardened features there was a glimmer of deep loss in his gaze.

"I-it was a Tuesday I think, shortly after Tyler's second birthday, I um, took him with me, to pick up some tools from dad. Mom wasn't home, I let Ty run around the back yard while dad and I dug out his old ratchet set. He seemed kind of, off, like he was upset, I tried to console him and one thing led to another. We did it there, in the garage, with Tyler playing out in the yard, I watched him play through the dusty window while his granddad fucked his daddy, completely oblivious. He didn't force me either, quite the opposite actually. I sort of threw myself at him when I realized how somber he was, as if I could console him with my lips, with my ass. He didn't resist either. I could tell he wanted it as badly as I did. I hadn't gotten off in months and it just escalated. I can still remember the last kiss he gave me, his cock still rooted up my ass." There was a moment of strained silence where even the hum of refrigerator sounded distant. Eyeing both of his brothers in turn, Cal could sense a tangible wall between Conner and Chandler, a wall of guilt and jealously and love and passion that stretched back nearly a decade and virtually invisible to anyone other than their sibling. He knew the reasons because he had lived around them, been subjugated to them, and because of this, could empathize. It was hardly a wonder however when that invisible wall came tumbling down with the faintest of smiles from Chandler.

"Pretty hot." Chandler grunted.

"Psh, listen to me. I sound like some kind of smut author." Conner grunted with a wave of his paw through the air and slouching down into his chair.

"That's my job." Cal took the chance to interject, pleased with the widening grins that crossed both of his elder brothers faces; whiskers all a dance again.

"I still want to read some of it." Chandler spoke, clearing his throat, his body relaxing considerably.

"Maybe when I'm dead." Cal choked on his beer.

"Hey, don't joke like that."

"What's it about?" Conner asked sounding genuinely interested despite his inebriation.

"About us," Cal shrugged, taking a healthy gulp of his beer. "When we were younger. Ya know, it's all the good times mashed into one novella of prepubescent and adolescent incest."

"You'll never be able to publish it." Conner laughed.

"I want to read it even more now." Chandler said in a slightly stronger voice. Cal could tell he still felt guilty for having lashed out at Conner by the way he kept glancing over to the slouching tiger.

"Here, I'll just read you two an excerpt from my phone. What's the Wi-Fi password?"

"ChakrounTrio. With a capital C and T." Chandler said.

"How original." Conner smiled while rolling his eyes, at the use of their last name. Even Cal chuckled as he entered the password into his phone, giving him access to the saved story scraps he had written over the last four years:

'They led me by the paw down the old dirt path behind our home, winding through weeds, wild grass and the various confiners; my guardians, my brothers. Conner; the unruly twelve-year-old navigated our course, while Chandler, a wiser age of eighteen, made sure we didn't stumble into poison ivy. Beyond a dense thicket of ivy and pine saplings, the tree house stood like a woodland mansion, rustic and makeshift, but still full of grandiose and truly magnificent in the eyes of a tiger cub just turned seven. Built by our father with Chandler's help, it had been our backyard outpost for nearly three years now.

'We climbed the rope ladder one at a time; Conner first, reaching down a paw to help me up as he crouched on the outside landing. Then lastly Chandler, whom despite being the largest and tallest of us all, barley had to stoop as we entered the sparsely furnished interior. It had a few old chairs, a gaudy sofa we found out by the road, and a little bed that was too small for Chandler to lay on comfortably. But it was home outside of home. A castle in the farmland forest, to me; a fortress, a tower, where the three of us ruled and the rules were few.

'Conner was the first to ditch his clothes, utilizing every possible moment to show off his adolescent wiener. I was next, still shy and unsure of myself, knowing and still respecting the laws of the world and the outlook on nudity. By the time I had finally pushed my underwear to the ground Conner was pulling Chandler's shirt off over his head while the older tiger's slouched forward, his shorts around his ankles, the outlines of freshly crafted muscle in his legs, torso and arms, boldly defined against Conner's scrawny frame, not to mention a sizably larger collection of private parts.

They laughed and in turn I laughed. We goofed around, wrestled, play-fought, all while naked. Chandler telling stories and Conner reenacting them in a very loose and crude way. I was wide eyed and captivated as, together, they became one, a common occurrence when nudity was law. I wasn't in awe of what they did; mouths and paws on each others genitals, the age gap between them obviously apparent, but it was simply knowing that they were a part of me and the relationship we shared as brothers that held me in such captivating regard. They were my guardians and they my lovers.

'It was only a kiss at first. Conner was always steeling kisses from all of us; Chandler, our father and myself. But this wasn't a sneaky kiss in the hallway at home or in the back of the van on the way to the lake, but this was huge, bigger, more meaningful because we were alone, out in the woods.'

"It goes on a bit more but, ehh, I still need to edit it a bit, maybe add a few more things." Cal said, closing out the window on his phone. "I never feel like anything I write is finished. As if I could always add more, one extra detail, a bit more dialogue, a word here or there. That's why I haven't finished anything yet."

"Ahh, you were just getting to the good part." Conner pleaded, his paws on his head as if he were pulling out his head-fur with anticipation, a sizable erection now protruding from his lap.

"Do they end up fucking?" Chandler asked with his paw wrapped around his own girthy hard-on, slowly stroking the glossy red, barbed spire. Cal couldn't help but double take, though not from what he saw but from his eldest brother's blatant question and only slightly peeved he didn't have any writing advise per usual.

"I dunno," Cal said slyly. "You tell me, you were there and were much older than I was. You've always had the better memory."

"But lack the creativity to re-tell such fond memories." Chandler shrugged, over-handing then under-handing his cock, pre oozing from its tip.

"You used to tell us stories all the time!" Conner nearly shouted, hyper and buzzed on booze and memories, his own erection all but ignored as it bounced about in his lap with every squirmy, contorted movement. "You'd get us all riled up, till we lost our clothes, then you'd have your way with us."

"Don't make me sound like the predator." Chandler backfired with a sip of his beer. "Half the time I had to stop you from grabbing at my crotch in the halls at school."

"That was one year, and it was only during recess, and while you were on break." Conner admitted, throwing a chair pillow at Chandler's face. Cal smiled, draining the rest of his beer.

"Sounds like you wanna wrestle." Chandler grunted and stood, his hard cock swaying back and forth, his testicles like a furry double pendulum.

"Or we could just skip it and you can just fuck me?" Conner grinned and shifted in his chair so that his tail-hole was visible; revealing that a single digit had been teasing out Cal's cum from earlier.

It happened in a flash of orange and white; fur blurted as the eldest tiger crossed the small gap between his chair and that of his brother's. The tip of his pink cock met that wet pink star and almost instantly breached as Chandler leaned in with the entirety of his body weight, large paws incasing Conner's ankles like shackles. Cal nearly jumped out of his own fur by how quickly everything shifted. He felt as if his spirit had left his body and was now hovering over the two copulating brothers like a horny phantom only to realize he had indeed jumped up, padded over to his brothers, stroking his own cock while witnessing the beginning of a long-lost ritual.

For a moment it had the same wonder and enthralling nature as when they were all still kids. At first, he had been too young to do more than oral with his older brothers, he ended up sitting or lying nearby as his brother's fucked. Chandler always had a way of starting out rough, almost playful, but after a few overdramatic moans and gasps from Conner, the eldest tiger would shift into a more serene state of rutting. Without slowing down and never losing the intensity, he would simply flow into a more passionate and tentative copulation. He would read Conner, feel his movements, predict his wants and needs and very nearly delve into the younger tiger's mind. Cal experienced this himself numerous times. Even hours ago, atop the downy mattress in the back room, their psychic connection syncing their orgasm to the same instant.

A paw around his neck seemed to jolt him back to the present and all he could see was Chandler, his handsome face filling field of vision, fucking Conner with his trademark ruts, Conner exhaling exacerbated moans with each trust, but Chandler knew Cal was lost in his own mind and took the initiative to pull him back out and physically towards him with a stout arm. The heat from his mouth and clean musk from his armpit making him light headed and all the more drunk as he closed in beside him.

"Kiss me." He grunted eyes regarding Cal with a deep penetrating gaze, not dissimilarly from the way they're father often had. His eyes swirled with a hazy lust, heavy from the beer and heavier from the intoxication of his brothers. Cal couldn't have resisted if he wanted to. He obeyed those eyes, those lips, that tongue. Not because he had to, or felt obliged to, but because he wanted to from the very core of his being.

"Fucking hot." Conner said in three distinct syllables as Chandler trust into him. His paws were tightly clutching the back of the chair and seat respectively, maintaining his body's angle while Chandler held a single ankle aloft, the other dangling off beside Cal. "Cal, see if you can stick your cock in beside Chandlers. Please. I fucking need you both."

Cal looked back at Chandler and grinned, mirroring the older tiger's movements, inching closer, the sides of their bellies touching, arms draped over shoulders. Almost high on Chandler's musk, Cal maneuvered his dick while Conner shifted his butt. When Chandler pulled his cock from the wet dripping hole, Cal dove the tip of his head inward, colliding with its older twin before meeting little to no resistance from Conner's asshole.

"Shiiit." He purred, a rumbling noise that Cal felt in the shaft of his cock, somehow managing to grab hold of his own cock while maintaining his position with a single arm behind his head.

"Can't really fuck you like this, though." Chandler grunted with a sad shake of his head though the smile that came afterwards betrayed him.

"Then we better head to the bed, or the porch, or the dock, somewhere where I can be double fucked 'cause this fucking rules. Cal, grab some more beers!"

With his sizably strong arms, Chandler effortlessly lifted Conner from his precariously perched position on the armchair, his cock never slipping from within its wet hot hole. Cal stepped back, taking only a moments reprieve to steady himself, stroking his equally moist cock head in admiration of his brothers before bee-lining towards the fridge to further diminish the ration of beer. When he stepped through the doorway of the master bedroom, his father's old room, now completely unrecognizable, he found his brother's; Conner face down, ass up, on all fours with tail hiked as Chandler's face sat buried below.

How many times had he walked into a situation like this, readily prepared and sometimes not, to witness his eldest brother or even his father rimming the tail-hole of the middle child. Even for a moment, he saw the form of his father in his mind's eye. Not dissimilar from Chandler's current form as they had been the closest in body types, at least before their father started to let himself go in recent years. Blinking the image away and despite the sudden pang of nostalgia, Cal edged around the bed, pawing off an open beer to Conner who chugged it entirely, elbow up, back arched, before belching a moan.

"Do ya taste Cal's cum, Chandler?" Conner replied to a very noisy, suctioning slurp from his backside. "Think I've pushed out all that there is!"

"There's more where that came from." Cal chuckled, swigging his beer before locking lips with Conner, swishing the alcoholic beverage back and forth before Conner finally swallowed it. They shared a whole beer this way, each tasting the beverage before passing it off and the other swallowing, followed by more tongue, more kissing, and more beer. Eventually Chandler came up for breath and chugged his own before spurring Conner to ride his cock.

The drunker they got, they sloppier the sex became. Inebriated and wobbly, Conner straddled Chandler, Cal guiding him from behind; squeezing his ass, tugging on his balls and probing his dripping hole with Chandler's cock until Conner was rumbustiously bouncing away, cock and ass sloppily sloshing and squelching with cum and saliva. Cal grinned, chuckling while he stroked his own cock up against his brothers' union. He inched up, belly against back, edging his cock up along Chandler's, double fucking their middle sibling until he was practically begging for them to cum inside of him.

Cal couldn't tell who came first, he or Chandler, or even if he came at all. His whole body throbbed with drunken jubilee, the familiar surge of orgasm only an afterthought, but his erection never seemed to die away. When Chandler became too soft to stay rooted, Cal just seamlessly took over; his thrusts becoming wetter and sloppier as the cum in Conner's guts got stirred around, sinking deeper and deeper inside of him, the spongy inner flesh soaking up the seed.

He didn't remember coming again, but one of the last images his eyes fed to his brain was Conner's white furry ass, his dripping red hole, and Chandler's face, his white cheeks blushed red by booze, tongue salaciously drooling, before it was lost again within; sucking, slurping and tongue fucking.

His body and mind heavy, Cal stumbled from the room as it begun to spin, the sounds of sex diminishing before he climbed the narrow stair that lead to the second-floor bedroom, the same one he stayed in mostly as a child unless he was sharing a bed with his brothers or even his father. The room seemed to lurch as he fell face down onto fresh linins, his cock still hard, likely leaking, were dreams took him back out of focus. Memories of fishing when he was only six, catching a twelve-pound catfish and being rewarded by sucking his father's cock, only he was suddenly the catfish, gasping for air around the cock, air filled his lungs and he couldn't breathe and the dark depths of sleep blacked him out.

...

Waking was never his strongest suit. He wasn't hungover, or overly exhausted, but the cool morning air slipping in through the cracked window, glazed with frost, willed Cal to burrow back beneath his blankets several times before the tantalizing scent of coffee drew him to his foot-paws. Wrapping a smaller cotton blanket around his naked body like a shawl, he descended the narrow wooden steps to the kitchen.

He expected to see Chandler standing by the coffee pot, or Conner nursing a considerably worse hangover atop a barstool, but he found neither of his brothers in the kitchen nor the living space. Last night's dishes and disheveled chair cushions were now clean and back in their places . Only the coffee pot and two mugs were there to greet Cal to the new morning. He shuffled over, poured a robust cup with a dash of sugar before opting to head out the front door.

"I should have known." Cal mumbled to himself as he rose the rim of his coffee cup to his lips.

Chandler hung, several yards away, from a very sturdy pine branch, his only clothing being a pair of fingerless leather gloves. As he gripped the branch, pulling himself up over his chin and back down again, he would alternate by lifting his legs in a vertical sit-up. Cal watched his eldest brother, watched as his muscles bulged and went taut, as beads of sweat glistened in his fur and vaporized breath bloomed in the cool morning air. It wasn't long before an erection protruded from the folds of Cal's blanket.

Chandler finished his set of pull ups, followed by several declined push ups as he used the natural slope of the hill to his advantage. After about eighty Cal lost count but not long before Chandler took off down the hill at a quick sprint, disappearing out of view within seconds.

With an empty cup and a raging boner, Cal returned to the warmth of the cabin and this time didn't find the kitchen deserted.

"Mornin'" Came Conner's dreadfully muffled greeting that quickly turned into a yawn. He was perched atop one of the three modern wood-steel barstools, his head propped up with an arm while his free paw nursed his own steaming cup of black coffee. "Happy to see me?"

"What, this?" Cal asked looking down at his cock before pulling up a barstool and taking a seat beside his brother. "Just watching a hotty doin' naked pull-ups on a tree branch."

"Christ..." Conner groaned.

"Jealous?"

"No, just got a boner now too."

"You didn't already have one? I'm shocked."

"Nah, pissed it away already."

"I can't believe it's already getting cold."

"It's always cold up here at night. It'll heat up by noon. I thinking I'm gonna go swimming again today. Floating face up in cool water always fixes a hangover!"

"I feel fine!" Cal grinned.

"You're freshly eighteen."

"And twenty-three is cause for melodrama!?"

"Suck my dick."

"Gladly."

"Woah, I was only kidding..." Conner nearly squeaked, shifting about in his barstool enough to nearly fall backwards. Cal had slipped off his, grabbing the throbbing erection in his brothers lap and guiding the meat into his mouth with one flawless motion. Awkward positions were his forte, even with Conner slouching, the height of the barstool and the overhang of the countertop, Cal was still able to nimbly bury his head in Conner's lap with only a painless pop in his left knee.

He realized with the sensation of wet fur, the scent of teakwood soap and fresh mint, that Conner had just come from the shower, the scents of lake water, his siblings cum, and last nights dinner thoroughly washed away. Cal breathed in deep through his nostrils as he let his lips explore the contours of Conner's pink-red cock; running his tongue along the barbs, groping and tugging on his fresh, furry balls while the other paw steadied himself on the framework of the stool. Before long, Conner seemed to phase out of his surprised stupor, caressing the sides of Cal's face with his calloused paw pads; guiding his brother's copulation.

"Like a... long lost... morning... ritual, huh?" Conner slurred with each tentative slurp Cal unleashed, his body twitching and twisting in pleasure. "Didn't dad used to say, no dicks out at the dinner table?"

"Wrong meal." Cal grinned, rubbing the red barbed tip of Conner's cock across his lips like a drunken drag queen would a cheep lipstick.

"Okay, no blow jobs before breakfast."

"Do you know how many times dad broke that rule?" Cal asked, blinking and glaring as if he had been rudely interrupted, his paw almost violently beating his brother dick.

"Touché!" Moaned out.

"Just truth!"

"You're gonna make me cum!"

"Already?"

"Well, the way your trying to demolish my dick, it's no wonder. Ready for an early breakfast?"

Cal grinned just in time for a thick rope of cum to lash out and whip his face fur, lips and tongue while Conner fought with the countertop to maintain his balance. Before the second, much weaker spurt erupted like an unexciting volcano, Chandler's hulking form pushed through the front door, white towel draped over his neck He paused; one paw on the doorknob while the other half raised a towel to the side of his face. He took in the situation, his eyes making quick work of the room and its occupants; Cal with his cum covered grin and Conner half hanging off his barstool.

"Guess I don't have to make breakfast." He grunted with a roll of his eyes, shutting the door behind him and tossing his gloves and the used towel in the nearest armchair. Even in the dim indoor light his fur seemed to sparkle, glistening with sweat from head to toe. Cal thought he caught a strange glint cross his eye; as if the scene of his two brothers carelessly copulating in the kitchen wasn't to be expected on a retreat like this, but before he could so much as begin to question the facial expressions of his eldest brother, the large feline grinned. "At least not for Cal."

"Hey!" Cal protested while licking the salty goo upon his lips.

"Good, cuz I'm starved!" Conner said swirling the last of his cum, seeping from the slit in his dick, into Cal's face fur and clapping him on the cheek like some good pup.

...

To Cal, it was like being a child again; surrounded by his brothers and the familiar sounds, scents and scenery of the mountainous woods. He felt immersed in the nostalgia of his youth. The look and feel of the cabin was new, enough to keep him in the present but on several occasions he found himself pairing the everyday antics of his brothers with their twelve and eighteen year old counterparts; from Chandler shuffling around the living space, tinkering with various electronics, fixing already fixed appliances or picking up after Conner while the younger tiger danced about to old records on the turntable, tail swishing behind his bare butt, eating quick snacks or sipping a cold beer.

From the cozy nook beside the eastern most wall, Cal took notice of every nuance, peeking his nose above the book he was trying and failing to read. By mid-day Cal had almost given up halfway through a particularly grueling chapter, hovering precariously on the precipice of a pleasant nap when Conner almost alarmingly appeared above him, his paws propped between the nooks walls, eyes gazing down upon his younger brother with a devilish grin.

"What!?" Was all Cal could ask, feeling a giddy chuckle arising from his throat and an urge to ticked Conner's exposed armpits.

"It's warmed up a bit outside and my hangover energy is all but shot, I'm gonna go down to the lake for a luxurious soak. Wanna join me? Maybe we can fuck on the pair this time. Then, if I feel like it maybe go hiking and climb the old Rock Cliff."

Conner's eagerness and pure-hearted offer of brotherhood bonding was temping enough to crack a smile across Cal's face and awaken a semi in his lap but out of the corner of his eye he saw Chandler, busy wiping down the kitchen a second time, he glanced in their direction before suddenly abandoning his chore and disappearing down the hall.

"I'll be down in a bit." Cal fibbed. "I'm almost done with this chapter. Gotta see how the Laskarian war with the Urshin ends."

"Okay, nerd." Conner grinned, leaning in to kiss Cal on the lips. But what would have ended up being a quick peck, turned very swiftly to a very tender yet very passionate exchange of saliva. It was over just as it started, ending with a smile from Conner before Cal could even cup his paw to his brothers face. Conner straightened up, wearing a beautiful smile, turned and trotted from the Cabin. Cal noticed, seconds before that orange and black tail darted out of sight, that Conner held something small and paper-like between his fingers. But what Cal found most strange was that it wasn't a beer...or five.

As the door closed he heard a distinctive sign escape the diaphragm of the older tiger, wafting down from the short hall, echoing off the walls. Cal sat up, marking his place in his book before making his way to the master bedroom.

"It's like we're in some strange sitcom drama." Cal spoke, letting himself be known as he entered.

"I thought he'd never leave." Chandler sighed. He sat on the edge of his bed, rummaging through an old shoe box that sat in his lap. "I love him to death, but he can get on my nerves sometimes. I don't know how we never managed to murder each other growing up sharing a room."

"Lots of fucking?" Cal suggested. "You guys used to wake me up in the middle of the night more often than not. I don't know how mom never found out.

"That definitely made it bearable." Chandler's smile widened, becoming more genuine with the flood of memories. "Probably the only thing that got him to shut up during finals week when I needed to study. Not to mention a personal stress relief."

"What're you lookin' at? Are...are those pictures?"

"Yeah, Polaroids. Remember dad's Supercolor 635?"

"Vaguely..." Cal spoke, intrigued while still trying to fish old memories out of his vault.

"Here, one of you."

Cal leaned in, looking at the image in this brothers paw. Within the yellowing white frame stood a tiger cub, no more than six and completely naked. With a fishing pole in one paw while a catfish, nearly as long as he was tall, dangled from the line in his other.

"I had a dream about that day last night."

"I'm surprised you can remember that long ago."

"Well, I can remember sucking dad's cock down by the lake while you and Conner were swimming. Pretty sure it was the same day. Then again, there were a lot of those days."

Cal's words seemed to catch Chandler up in his stroll down memory lane. His large shoulders seemed to slump and his ears lowered as if someone had scolded him. He lowered his gaze back to the shoebox, his paw haphazardly shifting the innocent nudes.

"Yeah, I suppose so." He mumbled as he shuffled through the box.

"Is that you and Conner?" Cal asked steering the conversation back to one another and away from their father. The picture in question lay atop the pile within the box. Cal reached in and grabbed it for a closer examination. The picture showed a chubbier teenaged Chandler, almost a mirror image of Cal, and a very lanky ten year old Conner. Both stood smiling, naked as can be, arm in arm against a huge rock that Cal recognized as the base of the old waterfall they called the Rock Cliff up in the valley beyond the hills.

"Yeah, I think I was fifteen here, shortly before I broke my arm on that very rock."

"Where was I? I keep telling Conner that I don't remember that."

"You were four, almost five. You were still glued to moms leg then. You didn't start coming up to the cabin until you were almost six and a half. It was right around my seventeenth birthday. I like to remember it as getting 'you' as my present."

Cal met Chandler's modest smile with a beaming one to put Conner's to shame.

"I think I remember that night when you and I fooled around for the first time by ourselves. Do you."

"Of course I do. I felt all nervous and excited. I think Dad took Conner to the movies that night to see some super hero movie. Left me in charge with a wink of his eye, as if he knew what I was going to do. It was kind of a big deal."

"Your dick was a big deal, bigger than dad's, even back then. Less barbs but thicker. Dads cock was like a cactus sometimes."

"Guess that's kinda how I got into the habit of always suckin' your dick instead of the other way around. Felt like I'd hurt you if I tried to fuck you."

"You liked it when it was small, huh!?"

"I did." Chandler agreed, shifting closer to his brother with a bashful suggestion under his grin. "I also got to see it grow, and I love it just as much now. Honestly, I've missed it."

"Like I missed yours!?" Cal scooted closer as Chandler's paw found his crotch.

"If not more."

"Let's not allow such a long time elapse between days like these."

"Agreed!"

It seemed to stretch on forever, a tangible moment where the two of them felt suspended in time, locked in each other's gaze, the only concern between them being the other.

"I love you, Calvin."

"I..." but Cal couldn't finish the reprimand in using his full name as Chandler's lips were suddenly on his. In much the same way as it had arisen between he and Conner a moment ago, a passion beyond a simple kiss arose between them. Their lips seemed to quiver, their whiskers bristle and a thundering drum of blood beat in their chest. Their tongues never breached their lips. In fact, Cal's seemed stuck in the back of his throat along with the love that bubbled up from his heart.

"Can I..."

"Will you..."

"...move in with..."

"...move in with..."

"...you?"

"...me?"

Words were lost, bodies merged and crossed over photos of naked tiger cubs scattered across the bed and floor. Though among them, not a single frame betrayed the intimate relations they shared with one another or their father, but even to an outsider, the unmistakable relationship the three brothers had shone brightly through the faded memories, forever captured.

Through squinted eyes, the photos brought back old memories amid the rush and slosh of Chandler's cock into Cal's backside; his tail-hole clenching around that girthy shaft as it invaded his insides much like the fragments of long past sexual excursions.

He clenched his paws, spread his legs, looking under the overhang of his belly, his dripping dick thoroughly sucked, and past the bouncing balls of his brother. He felt ten again with the touch of oral sex, then fourteen as he was fucked. Upon reaching the mental viewpoint of his current age, like the flipping pages of his books, he couldn't help but think of all the times Chandler had taken him, mated him, and bred him; behind the garage on warm summer days, in the old tree house on colder days and at his apartment after school.

The mental stimulation alone pushed him over the edge, his cock throbbing with the ghosts of past pleasures. Chandler's paws clamped down on his butt cheeks, grabbing his tail, pulling, thrusting with his hips; cuming hard with a gigantic roar.

For the first time in over four years Cal finally felt at home. Even through the grief of loss and the impending uncertainty of the future, there was more than enough love and support and sex between the siblings to build them up and out of any sorrow or unease.

It was some time later, with a butt full of Chandler's cum and an elation in his step that Cal finally found his way down to the lake where a surprisingly sober Conner awaited.

...

"You see what Chandler gave me?" Conner asked absentmindedly, handing Cal a small polaroid picture as he approached, his hard footfalls against the dock announcing his presence as Conner continued to stare fixedly out over the glasslike lake. Even with the sun over head, long clusters of shadows hung over the lake, gnats wafting through the sporadic glimmers of light that shown through the dense tree tops.

Cal glanced down at his brother, sitting cross legged with his paws in his lap, seemingly trying to hide his erection but Cal couldn't guess why he would ever want to. It took him a moment to even look away from his brother and down at the picture and when he did, the reason became clear. Cal knew that only a pawful of these existed; the majority of all the pictures taken by their father were generally PG-13, minus the obvious amount of nudity, but the picture between Cal's thumb and forefinger depicted a smiling Conner; no older than eleven or twelve, staring up from under a heavy quilt, wide-eyed and reverent, below the massive protruding barbed cock that Cal knew belonged to their father. It was surreal to say the least, seeing his dad's dick for the first time in over four years, even if it was framed in an even older photograph. It was similar to Chandler's; a little smaller, in thickness not in length, though the deep red head sported several, closer spaced barbs that glistened in the pre-cum reflected flash of the camera.

"Somehow," Cal spoke slowly, as if choosing not to say what he spoke, but the words seemed to slip from his lips with very little reserve. He felt captivated not only by his old man's cock, but equally entranced by Conner's innocent worship of his childhood god, the way his eyes seemed to well up in anticipation, mouth watering like a starved castaway deprived of dick. "I always remembered it being so much smaller."

"You spent so much time blowing Chandler, of course it would seem smaller." Conner spoke with a scoff, his paws slapping his thighs as he glanced out over the lake, his butt lifting off the dock as he uneasily bounced with sickingly sweet memories. "Dad was always a warm up for the main dish: Chandler. Dude's cock is a beast; my ass is still sore from him hatefucking me last night. After you went to bed, he fucking ravished me. I wanted it of course, every heart-pumping moment. We haven't fucked like that in years. It was practically feral. But that's never enough for him, huh. He always has to through in a little extra."

"What did he say to you?" Cal asked somewhat concerned and a tad more curious, knowing they must have spoken last night after he had gone to bed. "He told me that he wanted me to move in with him."

Conner just laughed ruefully for a moment, rubbing his paws together and shaking his head before settling down again, his eyes drifting to his lap where his blood red, barbed cock sat at attention, demanding attention, but was denied further. "That's sweet of him, probably just wants to control your life, make you more like him; a perfectionist. Also, wouldn't hurt that he'd have a piece of ass every morning when he got off work or before he went to the gym. Sorry Cal, I love him, with all my heart, more than my own wife even. Last night proved it a thousand times over, but he pisses me off sometimes."

"What did he say to you?" Call asked again; worried but slightly annoyed he was caught between their little lovers quarrel. A breeze seemed to push up from the surface of the lake, the glasslike sheen lost to a myriad of ripples. He couldn't help but shiver as Conner spoke.

"He... He asked me if I'd ever fool around with Tyler." Conner spoke, through the a level of disgust that Cal expected to be on his brother's lips was oddly missing, as if he actually considered it. It sent his stomach reeling; old memories of his father putting his large rough paws down his pants his first day of kindergarten as a gift of confidence, teaching him how to masturbate, another moment of fondling from his father, getting ass fucked at eight by both his dad and Chandler, switching off between his ass and Conner's. It took every amount of control to steer his mind away from those oddly blissful but dark memories. The best he could do was replace those memories with the ones of them together at the tree house or here at the lake.

"What did you tell him?" Cal asked, his words sounded muffled in his own ears.

"That he was only four." Conner mumbled, looking away. Cal felt a strange twisting arise in his stomach at Conner's half hearted response, knowing the defeated look that must adorn his fatherly features. What made things worse was the explosion of attraction that welled up in Cal's brain and cock. Chandler had always been the father figure he always wished for in his own dad, but Conner had filled the physical aspect to a tee, not to mention the fact that he was also a young father of not one but two cubs.

"Chandler must have said something like: One year to go!" He felt hatred surge for himself upon saying those words. A part of him knew that's indeed what Chandler thought; it was their past rearing its ugly-beautiful head, but it didn't change the fact that Chandler, per their father, had an attraction to those types of father-son relationships, an attraction to those age gaps.

"Yeah, same age as us, magic number, huh?" Conner grunted. "Get 'em while their young. It's not like I haven't thought of it."

Silence only followed that line, hanging heavy above them like some impending doom.

"Conner..." was all Cal could get out of his throat before it seized up again.

"I mean, how could I not? What with Chandler always reminding me of dad with pictures of his cock. Then there's Tyler; always wanting to bathe with me, sleep in our bed at night. I get a boner every time I spoon with him, pretty soon he's gonna realize what it is and I dread that day with all my heart. I refuse to fuck him up. I mean, I guess we didn't turn out too bad considering Chandler's a fucking perfectionist Nazi, you've got a slew of social problems and I can't go more than a few days without something huge in my anus. You know, last week, I actually bought a rubber fist online. I've used it three times since then. Probably can't go back to a regular cock now."

"You seemed to like my cock just fine last night, and Chandler's." Cal said, glad the conversation was moving ever so slightly away from Conner and his son Tyler. But the photograph in his paw seemed to pull his thoughts back to it every time he glanced down, his own cock throbbing to life in the process.

"Heh, I guess so." Conner glanced up at Cal, a smile finally breaking his face, but his eyes remained much further south. "Chandler wreaked my hole last night, worse than the fake fist. So I should probably just stick to oral for the time being."

"Thought you didn't like sucking dick?" Cal grinned in return, barely noticing that Conner pulled the old polaroid from his fingers and slipped it between the planks of the dock where it surprisingly sank as if the weight of the past dragged it down.

"Only when it's my baby brother's cock." Conner eyed Cal's erection, now fully poking out of its sheath, like he would a case of beer or a box of donuts, hungry, starved even. "I'd probably just choke on Chandler's."

"I'm not a baby no more." Cal protested but lost the rest of his words as Conner swallowed his cock whole.

...

They made into the top of Rock Cliff several hours later, their sides in stitches and lungs out of breath but the smiles on their maws beamed as the strong breeze ruffled their face fur, truly genuine and worth the mile long trek. Cal's feet hurt from the rocky ground and his paws were dirty with tree sap and dirt but that didn't stop him, nor Conner from taking hold of the other, kissing and closing in a hug. They spent a solid hour on top of the old waterfall, basking in the sunlight, gazing out, down into the valley below, tracing the road out of the woods and back into cornfields further in the distance. The scenery was so pleasant, so perfectly peaceful that neither brother seemed to ponder a single sexual thought. At least to Cal, it was only the absent afterthought that even brought the realization to his mind.

"Now I wish I would have brought beer for the journey back." Conner spoke out loud. Cal smiled at him and that's all that either of them needed; the other's smile.

By the time they returned to the cabin they were hot and sweaty, bits of tree bark, pine needles and leaves stuck in their fur. So they ran a bath. Chandler made a late lunch of curry chicken salad sandwiches and by the time the sun had set all three brothers had bathed or showered, nestled up in their own armchair with a good book, or in Conner's case, a mobile game that he swore up and down wasn't just for kids. Oldie records spun classic tunes and Chandler lit nag champa before making a quick dinner of Greek quesadillas.

They finished up the night with beers on the porch, watching lightning bugs dance in the darkness to the tune of feral owls hooting nocturnal sonnets. They spoke of the past, the present and the future, of all things sexual and not, about anime and computers, books, records, food and beer. Cal was glad that Conner and Chandler seemed to be getting along. He wished he could peer inside their minds and make sure they weren't secretly in turmoil. Maybe they were. Cal knew he was, more often than not, but at least when he was with his brothers, it was bearable. He liked to think it was the same with them.

They talked into the late hours of the night, not wanting their last full day at the cabin to end. Chandler had work at eight the next night and Conner told Denise he would be back by noon to help with the cubs, he even face timed with Tyler on his iPad, careful not to let the young tiger cub see is naked uncles in the background. To Cal he could have stayed here, in this cabin, in these woods, with his brothers, for the rest of his life, but life wasn't that simple and never that easy. He vowed to start looking for a job once he got home, even if it was Conner's auto shop. He didn't know the first thing about signing up for collage, but that gave him an excuse to stay a few days at Chandler's apartment.

Then there was his mother, whom Chandler had been right about, he had always been a mama's boy, always clutching at her skirts and in his own head he liked to think of it as having to look out for her, to protect her, if need be, from their father. Not that he was ever abusive or violent, quite the opposite actually, but it was his secret, their secrets, that he protected her from. Their father's secret. It was her after all that had given him the nickname Cal because his father's name had been Calvin, and after two sons, the third got his own name. But the name Cal kept him separate, his own entity. To this day, aside from Chandler's slip ups, the only one who had ever called him Calvin, had been his father. 'Cast your line, Calvin.' 'Do your homework, Calvin.' 'No blow-jobs before breakfast, Calvin.'

Cal gave a start to the hoots of owls and the chirp of crickets. His mind having drifted in the inebriating swill of his beer. When he looked over, his brothers were shrouded in darkness, but their forms were still visible as the lightning bugs wafted behind their silhouettes. They still sat in their own chairs, backs against chair backs, arms on arm rests, but the space between their chairs had lessened. Their heads were together as they kissed, passionately, lovingly, brotherly, muttering sweet, loving words in muffled whispers. Cal felt his heart race with elation, but his body ached from the days journey; he had had his time with both of them respectively and felt they deserved another night together. He stood and as he did they seemed to pop out of their simple exchanges of saliva.

"I'm gonna head to bed," he said, thumbing a finger towards the door and his bed in the loft. "I think I nodded off for a second."

"Oh..." Chandler spoke, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw, a grin revealed as he did.

"Cheers." Conner spoke, holding up his nearly forgotten beer. "To brothers!"

"To family!" Chandler added, holding up his own beer. Cal felt around for his can momentarily and when he straightened up, he spoke.

"To dad, without whom none of this would have been possible."

Even in the darkness he could make out the surprise in their body language, backs and shoulders straightening, breaths held, but Cal tipped the last drips of beer down his throat.

"To dad..." Conner agreed.

"...t-to dad." Chandler repeated.

Cal leaned in and kissed them both in turn, hugging them, loving them, longing to convey his deepest heartfelt thoughts for them and believing he did just that.

"Goodnight Cal." They both spoke in near unison and Cal closed the front door behind him, his bed in the loft calling his name with his father's voice: Calvin. He lay there awake for several minutes, hovering on the cusp of sleep but never quite taking the plunge. He thought briefly of his father, his late father, and surprisingly, the thought wasn't sexual. It was just of him, enigmatic yet loving in his own way, master fisherman, handyman, auto mechanic, father, lover.

He heard Chandler and Conner retire to the master bedroom, both making hushing noises as they scooted about the lower floor. Sleep finally came amid the slow and steady plod of the older rutting the younger, passionately but tenderly enough to respect Cal's apparent slumber, the noises became his lullaby, the moans and grunts washing over him like the sandman's dust.

...

"Shit, SHIT... I'm cuming." Chandler groaned, his cock bashing in and out of Cal's tail-hole, his tail held tightly aloft in one of those massive paws while the other squeezed the side of his hip so hard he could hardly thrust his own hips into Conner's backside beneath him.

"M-me too!" Cal gasped, feeling his orgasm surging from his balls, through his loins and into his brother's accepting butt, his own prostate spasming as he took Chandler's load too.

"So much for taking it easy on my ass." Conner groaned from below them both; the weight of two grown tigers seeming to crush the words from his lungs.

"Goddamnit." Chandler growled, his whole body shaking, shockwaves firing from cock tip down into the pit of Cal's stomach. The word itself seemed to echo and reverberate; a resonance that filled the room and dampened even the moans and panting breaths from all three tigers as they reveled in one last union before the end of their trip. In Cal's mind, he simply told himself that it was only an end to a beginning, that with the death of their father, came a rekindling. They had their flaws, their strengths, but they had each other.

Chandler moved first, his cock slipping from Cal's wet innards as he staggered first to his knees, shifting around the bed, before standing up. He made one last glance at Cal's dripping backside, licking his lips as he wiped sweat from his brow, before a smile glanced his maw before turning to finish his clean up in the bathroom, words trailing him. "We gotta be on the road in fifteen minutes, make that bed up real quick."

"He's such a passionate lover, isn't he? Dumps a load in you then demands physical labor in return." Conner groaned as Cal slipped his own softening member from his brother's seedy hole but decided on laying down beside him, in no rush to leave just yet. Conner turned his head, resting an ear on his forearms, squirming his body as he worked out the kinks acquired in their mating. Cal couldn't help but lean in and kiss the smile that shone back at him, an infectious smile that even Chandler still wore when he returned from the bathroom to find his brother's making out instead of making the bed. He joined them without much hesitation, the three of them sharing passionate and silly kisses alike. They were all hard again in a matter of moment but instead of a quick last-minute fuck they spent another forty-five minutes kissing and laughing and tugging at private parts until at long last they made the bed, locked up the front door, and packed away the last of the beer before driving away like they had every other summer of their youths.

Cal wasn't sure if he had avoided some existential crisis in escaping with his brothers instead of grieving or simply fueled some later breakdown that had yet to rear its ugly head. He knew, through experience as well as witnessing it in his brothers, that their coping mechanisms, all three of them, were flawed and unhealthy in many ways. But it was their bond that held them together; a bond of food and beer, seamen and incest. They were only hurting themselves, if anyone or even at all, and even now, Cal knew they were beyond the need to stop. What purpose would it serve aside from causing them further grief in losing the ones they loved, if not in spirit, then in their minds. The wind rushing through his face fur renewed his faith in the world, in himself and in his brothers and all their flaws combined; their still naked bodies proof and testament until they reached the city limits.

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