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Caleb had just returned home from college when he saw his brother's cock for the first time.

He was a tall but slim coyote in his early twenties, fit but not enough to be called athletic, had a fluffy neck ruff of reddish brown fur, large perky ears and eyeglasses perched on top of his slender long snout typical to his family. He had decided to visit his parents for the few weeks before the start of the semester, maybe to reconnect with childhood friends if they were still around in the small town he had grown up in. His father had picked him up from the airport and they had spent the entire hour long drive without talking beyond the bare minimum. Caleb was not good with people, and he was painfully aware of the fact. He liked to hide it by maintaining a standoffish persona, with clean cut clothes and little interest in frivolities, choosing to excel in his studies which had given him glowing recommendations but not a single friend during his two years at college.

He was sharing the house in a comfy suburb with his parents and his younger brother Luke, who had stayed behind after finishing high school the previous year and spent his time slacking off, much to the chagrin of their father. Caleb and Luke had not been very close while growing up despite their small age difference, their personalities being too far apart to enjoy each other's company. He was a diligent overachiever with few friends while Luke had a much more relaxed attitude towards ambition and a large social circle, and Caleb did not want to make his brother's problems his own by taking sides in any family argument.

It was a crisp autumnal Saturday morning, a bit too late for waking up but too early for lunch, and Caleb padded on the familiar carpeting leading from his upstairs bedroom towards the stairs, bleary-eyed and scratching his belly. He had arrived late in the previous night and had gone straight to the bed, exhausted from the long drive, only to wake up early by the muffled sounds of his parents slamming car doors and driving away to run errands. Back home he did not need to keep up appearances, so he had only rolled around in his bed and burrowed his face back in the soft pillows. Eventually he dragged himself up without having any idea how much time had passed, and he hoped that the coffee and toast left on the kitchen table would not be too cold.

He wore a ratty bathrobe, boxers, and his old slippers as he ambled from the bathroom and down the corridor. The door to his younger brother's room was left ajar, and when he passed it Caleb heard a strange, wet sound. Not really thinking about what he was doing, he stopped to peek through the crack and was surprised to see Luke naked. The younger coyote was sitting with his legs spread and stroking his red, hard canine erection, not noticing Caleb approaching as he was wearing his gamer headphones and staring intently at the screen of his laptop.

Luke was a couple years younger than him and had a similar slim build, enough so that they had been mistaken as twins more than once. He sat on his office chair shamelessly nude, his fuzzy butt against its leather seat, and had his legs sprawled wide open for a full view of his goods. His fluffy lighter colored chest rose and fell rapidly along with his breathing as he masturbated, the lube trickling between his fingers making slick, wet noises as he pumped his rigid cock.

Caleb stood still, transfixed by the lewd display. He knew he should avert his eyes, and leave, but he could not--would not--move. His brother must have forgotten that Caleb had arrived yesterday, and thought that he was alone in the house as he usually would be. Caleb swallowed and felt strangely thrilled as his eyes drifted towards Luke's crotch and what the younger coyote held in his pumping fist. The college boy realized that his baby brother had become a grown man as he stared at his erection, a stiff, good sized fuck stick. It bulged at the base and ended on a precum drooling tip, rude red in color and snaking with bluish veins underneath. Luke's face was flushed with arousal as he watched his laptop's screen with half-closed eyes and a lewd, drowsy expression, and he made small, short moans as he stroked his dick with quickening pace.

Caleb bit his lip as he stood there in indecision. What he was doing was indecent, perverse, but he could not deny the thrill he felt from seeing another man masturbate right in front of his eyes, smelling the fresh scent of his arousal wafting in the air, despite--no, because of him being his family member. He had had doubts about his own sexuality--he never had interest in dating girls, but quite a lot in letting his gaze linger on the other guys in his soccer team--but he had swept aside those thoughts and focused on his schoolwork instead. He most definitely had never thought about his brother in that light--he was a nuisance first and then an annoying teenager. But now, he could not deny that seeing that slender, fit youth panting in the throes of lust pressed all his buttons.

When Caleb caught a sideways glance of Luke's computer screen his blush grew hotter. The porn his little brother was watching was a raunchy and very, very gay, video of lithe twinks like himself being bred roughly by huge stallions. Caleb could feel his cock twitch and its tip starting to press against the coarse fabric of his loose underwear. Luke was breathing heavier now, eyes closed and mouth agape, hunched over his throbbing cock. He grasped his chest tuft with his free hand and tugged the fluff, then moved on to toy with his jet black nipples, kneading and pinching them. Luke's moans of pleasure from teasing his own sensitive skin made Caleb shiver. Without warning he slid downwards on his chair and lifted his feet on his desk, resting his weight on his neck and aiming his bright red cock tip towards his open mouth and the long tongue lolling out from it. He reached between his legs to finger his tail hole, probing its pink softness, and then slipped his middle finger inside.

It made a wet, squelching sound as it slid in, slowly inching deeper until Luke had buried his finger up to the knuckles in his ass. He shivered and gasped as he tickled himself from the inside, teasing the hard marble of his prostate and driving his arousal to peak. It did not take much more to make him cum hard, and shoot his thick, fertile load on his face and chest. The sticky jets of pearly white semen hit the side of his snout and his floofy chest hair as his cock kept throbbing and squirting more in his tight grasp. He clenched his cock, squeezing it until his knuckles were white, and kept his entire body tense enough not to fall on the floor. His butt hovered in the air between the chair and the desk, and his tail whisked happily as his wet, messy load covered his young, supple body. Eventually his orgasm started to subside, and he let out a long, relaxed sigh and let himself flop on the floor. He laid there drawing breath for a moment before reaching for a pair of dirty underwear that laid discarded on the carpet, and used it to wipe himself clean with unhurried strokes. He clambered up and walked to his clothes closet, his naked butt swaying and tail whisking back and forth with his unhurried, languid steps. He bent over to reach for the hamper, inadvertently exposing his rear end to his brother's hidden gaze, and tossed the underwear in. Then he stretched out contentedly, his swollen dick bobbing between his legs as he rode out the afterglow of his massive orgasm, and looked over his shoulder.

Caleb was jolted out of his trance, and he pulled back from the doorway instantly. He stood frozen in the corridor, holding his breath, but it seemed that Luke had not noticed him. Ever so slowly he stepped back and retreated towards his room, his unmistakably erect cock brushing against his boxers with every step, dreading to see his brother's keen face appearing in the doorway at any moment. He had absolutely neither excuses nor explanations, his arousal an accusing finger obvious for anyone to see. However, luckily, he managed to reach his room without incident. He shut the door as silently as silently as he could, and breathed for the first time in what felt like hours. He thanked his lucky stars that his brother had no interest in taking a shower after a fierce bout of self-love!

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A while later Caleb heard Luke moving around downstairs, but he had no desire to see his brother after what he had witnessed--especially after he had made Luke an unwitting participant in his shameful, taboo indulgence! His erection had eventually quieted down, but he could still feel how wet his sheath was from the precum that had collected inside; his cock sloshed around in his gooey fuck juice, its tip moist enough to make a damp blotch on the front of his boxers.

"Hey bro, I'm heading out. Tell mom I won't be back for dinner!" He could hear Luke's muted voice from below, and he managed to reply with a non-committal yelp.

The front door opened and closed, and then Caleb was home alone with his flustered self.

He flopped on his bed to think about what had just happened. He felt guilt, of course, but also the image of his brother's slender fingers sliding across the skin of his thick, juicy dick haunted his mind when he closed his eyes. He shook his head and tossed around on his bed, feeling restless and horny and sick to his stomach from being aroused by such filthy thoughts. He huffed and jumped up, his dick sliding out of its sheath as he did so, and then he slumped back on his bed in frustration. He could feel how turgid his balls were from all the spunk collected in them, the heavy orbs throbbing from their need for release--he had not relieved himself in over a week.

Caleb licked his lips. This was a side of himself that he had not admitted before, and now it had burst out in an unwholesome, taboo manner. He liked cock, that was now certain, but why did it have to be his brother's? He tried to focus his mind. There was nothing in their childhood that would have hinted at such reaction, so it simply must have been a matter of convenience, Caleb rationalized to himself. He must like young men in general, and his brother had simply happened to be there, fondling himself and covering his luscious slender chest and belly with his thick family spooge, derived from the same seed that gave them both life, the same potent elixir carried in their testicles... Caleb coughed and felt even more flustered by his wandering thoughts. He had to get this out of his system; just cum and get over it, and then he could think with a much clearer head!

However, a certain object haunted his mind, inflaming his dark unspoken desires, egging him on to give in to his base, bestial lusts. He knew where it was hidden. No one else would have to know. Caleb stood up again and walked to his door, grasping its handle with shaky fingers, then banged it with his fist and turned his back on it. His heart raced in his chest, feeding blood to his throbbing cock. It was now or never. He would not get rest from his thoughts otherwise. Just this once.

Caleb stepped out of his room and into the corridor, then peeked downstairs to make sure everybody had really left before slipping into his brother's room with the guilty conscience of a thief. Unlike his own this room was disorganized and messy, books and gaming figurines mingling happily with skateboard parts and running shoes, its furniture decorated sloppily with discarded clothing and piles of old homework. A distinct funk of used socks lingered in the air. Caleb gulped and licked his lips nervously, then crouched to look through Luke's hamper. What he wanted was hidden under some grimy, weeks-old bed sheets--the stained underwear his brother had wiped himself clean with. They were standard red colored briefs, slightly crusty from dried sweat and still moist from the thick load of glistening semen seeped into the cloth. Caleb breathed harder as he turned the pair around in his hands. Mere moments ago they had been close to his brother's body, his warmth, his scent sinking into them, but now they were cold and tossed aside covered with nasty gunk... Slowly he brought them close to his nose and took a cautious sniff.

The smell of his brother's cock musk hit him like a wave. The young man's hormone-laden sweat had a sharp stench, strong and musty that lingered in Caleb's nostrils like exotic incense. He shivered from lust as that potent smell worked its way into his brain, and he breathed it in deeper, burying his sensitive snout in the used underwear. He picked up other rich aromas, the overpowering scent of spilled seed and droplets of piss that had dried on the crotch area, with a cloying hint of ball sweat and unwashed asshole.

He was already trembling from lust as he flopped his cock out from his boxers, and ever so slowly slid the red briefs on it. His own red hot cock came into contact with his brother's cold seed and he gasped. Caleb moaned with his eyes closed as his slimy precum mixed with the gooey clumps of younger coyote's cum. He stroked his cock with his brother's underwear, biting his finger from the sheer forbidden pleasure of the sensation, and could imagine Luke's sperm writhing on the surface of his rock hard member. He smeared the cum on the pointy tip of his cock, fantasizing how they would seek entry, down his pisshole and into his body, swimming ever deeper and all the way to his balls where they would mingle with the seed of a family member...

Caleb yelped and clenched as he came, his cock spurting and pumping out his rich load, adding another layer of semen on the already-stained underwear. His asshole twitched with every throb of his teased cock and he could not stop a deep, guttural growl welling up and escaping from his chest, as he rode on the waves of primal rutting pleasure. He stood in place, completely spent and focused on catching his breath while his body still squirted clear droplets of cock juice into the slimy wad of clothing he gripped in his fist. He closed his eyes, savoring the after-throes of his breathtaking orgasm. Despite knowing it was wrong, he could not help feeling satisfied from cumming harder than he ever had before.

But soon a wave of shame swept over him and he realized what he had just done. He thrust the briefs back in the hamper, hiding them deep and wishing no-one would notice his contribution to the soggy cum rag. He was blushing again from the guilty feelings, and the stuffy air in the room felt suddenly suffocating. He had to get out, out of the house and not look anyone in the eyes for a good while lest they see the stain on his darkened soul. Caleb dressed quickly and hurried out of the back door, into the woods behind the house, and took a long, lonely walk.

--

It was a relief to see that Luke was not home for dinner later that night, but Caleb was still unusually quiet. He had already retired to his room for the night when he finally heard Luke return, and felt the icy grip of fear in his chest. His brother finding out what he had done was unlikely at best, yet scenarios of shaming and yelling and having to explain to mom and dad what had gotten into him while Luke looked on disapprovingly still flitted in front of his eyes.

The moment never came to pass, though, and the only thing he heard from Luke's room was the muffled tunes of some band he did not care for. Caleb fell into a restless sleep.

--

The next morning arrived as if nothing out of ordinary had happened. They had a family breakfast, drove to church together, and then had a nice Sunday lunch at mom's favorite diner. Slowly Caleb thawed out of his prison of guilt. He stopped holding his breath while in his family's company, his transgression having apparently slipped through the cracks of fate. He swore to himself to never do something like it again and to bury the memory deep in the murky mire of shame at the back of his mind. Luke seemed unaware of the episode, keeping up the same distant and flippant attitude towards his older brother. Caleb could sigh from relief and carry on his life as if nothing had happened.

However, later that afternoon Caleb noticed a pair of his boxers on his bed that he had no recollection of leaving there. When he picked them up to fold them away he noticed that someone had shot a fat load inside them, fresh and still warm. He dropped them like a poisonous snake but there they laid on his bed, silently accusing as his throat constricted and his heart hammered in his ears.

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There was a knock on Luke's door just when he had found a comfy position among the piles of clothes and pillows on his bed. He wore just a dark hoodie and jeans, without socks or underwear, and was resting his favorite book on his chest.

"Come on in", he said with a casual tone and put his hands behind his head.

Caleb stepped in, looking flustered for some reason, and shut the door behind him.

"Ah. Um", he started, searching for words. "Hey Luke, have you by any chance been in my room this afternoon", he asked but avoided his gaze as he stood there awkwardly.

"What makes you think that?" Luke made an absolutely innocent face.

"Because, well, there was... something that was out of place."

Luke shook his head. "Naaaw man, can't think of anything. You have to be more specific."

Caleb did not even stammer, but just stood there looking miserable.

"Like, was it your stuff that had been messed with", the young coyote cracked into an insolent smile, "or was it... mine?"

Caleb exploded, barely managing to keep his voice above a whisper. "Look, I'm sorry! It's, it's... I was just messing with you okay? It was a prank, that's all!"

Luke rose up to a sitting position and set the book aside. "Oh, this is interesting. What... exactly was this prank of yours, bro? Hmm?" He looked smug, like a cat approaching prey.

"Sheesh, don't be a fuckhead like this!"

"Aw, now you're hurting my feelings by calling me names. Do I need to go downstairs to tell mom and dad that you're bullying me again, or will you tell me what this is about?" Luke was great at feigning being upset.

"Fine."

Caleb closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His will to fight drained from his shoulders and bled through his limp fingers onto the carpeting, pooling at his feet.

"Fine."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke with a defeated voice.

"I, accidentally, saw you masturbate yesterday. I shouldn't have looked. I'm sorry for that. It won't happen again."

Luke stalked across the room and pulled up close to Caleb, leaning in to whisper into his ear, his breath hot on his cheek.

"I know. I saw your reflection on the screen. I enjoyed being watched quite a lot."

Caleb stared at him wide-eyed and startled, but his brother tutted and lifted his finger across his lips. His voice was now barely above a whisper, a sultry tune sung by a seductress.

"Here's what's going to happen next: you and I, we're going to take some pictures together, the kind that you don't want your college friends seeing. You are going to agree to this or I'm going to tell mom everything. And after I have some juicy material on you? Well... we're going to have so much fun."

Caleb stared straight ahead at the headlights careening towards him, swallowing hard and trembling a little. He moved his head, just slightly, but enough to be counted as a nod.

Luke grinned happily and dug out his cell phone, then slung his arm around his brother's neck and extended the other to take a selfie of them together.

"Great! Smile, you and me are going to have the greatest homecoming ever, together!"

The camera clicked.