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It never failed: whenever company was coming over, particularly for an extended stay, Martin got all fussy.

He wasn't typically a neat freak - he liked to keep things relatively tidy but wouldn't obsess over a little bit of clutter here and there, that was just the life of living alone, sometimes you didn't worry about those kinds of things so much. But the moment a person was going to be there, suddenly he noticed all the things big or small that needed to be made spick and span, and he got all anxious over it unless he got right to work making everything perfect. Even things that guests wouldn't be liable to notice got attention, because Martin had that 'just in case' niggling in the back of his head. And if that person was going to be there for a good while, Martin almost felt like he had to make the house look like it had never been lived in before. Maybe a touch neurotic, but he didn't have people staying often enough to actually do something about it.

But the moments he did, he cursed that he didn't do something about it, even getting some kind of in-the-moment anxiety reliever that could keep him from going round the bend over things. And so there he was, cleaning his kitchen frantically, trying to remove any spots or anything that looked like a spot before his guest arrived, knowing full well he was going to get a ribbing over it and not even remotely able to stop himself. Even telling himself that his guest wouldn't care in the slightest didn't help...

The knock at the door was pressed relief, even if it did make him jump about four feet in the air. His cleaning supplies were left on the counter as he hurried to the door and opened it, putting on his widest smile to hide the sheer anxiety that was still coursing through him. "Randall!"

"Cuz!" The mouse on the other end of the door gave him a nice big hug, lifting Martin up just a tad as he did. It was Martin's cousin Randall, probably the family member he was closest to outside of his parents. The family resemblance wasn't terribly strong - Randall had scruffier brown fur compared to Martin's neater grayish-white, green eyes compared to Martin's blue, and he was a few inches taller and a tad more built, a consequence of his more active lifestyle. He was also dressed in an open-hanging flannel shirt with short-cut sleeves and cut-off jean shorts, though that wouldn't be lasting long. "Tell me you haven't been frantically trying to wipe down every square inch of your place again."

"Uh...you'll accept it even if it's a lie, right?"

"Gah, how many times I gotta tell you it's no big deal? My place is messier'n yours on a daily basis! You've got too much city slicker in ya, you need a healthy dose of hayseed!"

"It's got nothing to do with that and you know it!" Martin said with a false hint of indignation. "I know I should be working on that, though, I just, uh, don't think about it so much until it's actually...well, triggered. But now that you're here, I can stop, so it's all right!"

Randall tched a bit at his cousin. "Yeah, until next time I come visit. I'll have to just drop in unannounced next time so you won't be going through all that!"

"Oh, lord, please don't, you know I'm no good with surprise guests!" Martin covered his muzzle with his hands.

"Hah! I'm gonna have to figure out some way to get you to lighten up. But that'll be for later, right now I gotta get myself settled in. You got my favorite stuff, right?"

"Of course! Hard to forget after you reminded me about it eight times."

"Who knows, maybe you needed nine!"

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A short while later, Martin and Randall were seated in the main room, a drink in each one's hand - a flavored malt beverage for Martin, a fairly popular IPA for Randall. The country mouse had made himself much more comfortable, shedding his clothes and relaxing in the buff along with Martin. "Ah, yeah, that's more like it. Nice to get with the crowd here..."

"You'd think you could go without a lot more, being out in the boonies like you are," remarked Martin with a snicker.

"You'd think, but anytime someone drives past, they get all scandalized if they see a naked dude walking around. Rather not get the sheriff coming out needing to talk ta me about 'indecent exposure' and whatnot, even if I doubt he'd really care."

"You could always find a place in Aesop."

"So you always say, cuz, and so I always have ta say back, ain't gonna happen." Randall took a swig off his beer. "City living's too fancy for me. I don't mind visiting for a while but it'll get to be too much before long."

"Ah, c'mon, Aesop's hardly a city like, you know, THE cities. I guess we're not small-town but we're mid-size at best."

"Still more than I'm good with. I need the quiet of the countryside, and just the occasional visit if I start getting lonely. Not that I don't like the atmosphere here, definitely better than other cities, but it ain't as open as I like it."

Martin shrugged. "Never could feel the same way...feels way too alone and isolated out in the boonies like that. I like being around people more. Not sure I'd feel so comfortable in a really big city, but this place is perfect, got enough to do without being overwhelming. I think you'd like it more than you think...I mean, you could even get a farm on the outskirts, there's people who do stuff out there who're still covered by the benefits of Aesop."

"Yeah, I know, you've mentioned that. Still feels eh to me. That space feels just more comfortable to me."

"I dunno, it'd start to feel a lot less comfortable for me after the mountain lion attack."

"Hey, hey, that's only happened four times. And they weren't even attacks, they were just prowling around."

"Four?! Last time we talked it was two!"

Randall snickered. "Actually it was three, we only just talked about two of them. Relax, I know how to send 'em on their way, they're just big scared kitties when you know how ta deal with them."

Martin shook his head. "Nooooo thank you. I'll stick to here, thank you very much. The cougars here aren't going to eat you. Might eat you out, but that's it."

"Heh, I suppose that's a much funner experience, eh? I'll give ya a point on that one, y'all get a lot more action than I do, in that sense of the word. 'S why it's a treat to come by, I never leave dissatisfied."

"Well, I should hope not, I wouldn't be doing right by my cousin to leave him high and dry." Martin set his drink on the table and rose up from his chair, approaching Randall with a coy smile. "Even if I have to do the job myself from time to time..."

"'Have to?' And here I thought you enjoyed it just as much as I did," teased Randall, setting aside his own drink but staying seating as he grinned at his approaching cousin.

"Oh, trust me, I might enjoy it more."

"Gonna have to lay a bitta doubt on that one, cuz."

"Well, maybe we'll just have to test and see." Now right in front af Randall, Martin planted his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself into Randall a bit, their sheaths and ballsacks meeting each other in a gentle yet firm touch. Slight back and forth motions rubbed the two together, getting a nice moan out of both of them. "Ah...yeah, that's perfect..."

"Yeah, keep that up, cuz..." Randall's arms took hold of Martin's sides, helping to keep the smaller mouse upright and in place. His own hips were moving slightly, though not as much as Martin was to ensure he didn't knock his cousin off of him. His loins were stirring quite quickly under that sort of treatment, though the effect of just being with Martin again definitely gave him a head start. He'd always liked Martin, they'd been closer than most cousins were as they grew up even though there was physical distance between them - Randall had grown up rural, Martin urban, just as they were now. Still, he hadn't forseen what came the first time he'd come to visit Martin in Aesop...the sudden rush between them that was more than just familial connection. It was a half-secret - they were open about it in Aesop, but with the rest of the family it was an absolute taboo, neither breathing a word of it. Randall doubted there would have been approval of such a thing, but it wasn't likely to be found out if they kept it to just these visits between the two of them.

Martin leaned into Randall more, their muzzles meeting in a brief kiss between moans. The passion for Randall had been just as sudden a revelation to him, he wondered if he ever would have realized it if he'd not been in Aesop, getting used to a new culture and a new sense of freedom to explore desires...that first time Randall had come over and gotten down to his fur, he hadn't been able to contain himself. Now it was a regular thing between them, and something he looked forward to every time he saw his hayseed cousin...it was tricky to define their relationship, they weren't looking to be life partners but there was something between them that was more than casual as well, it was more than just fuck buddies but not as much as boyfriends. But Martin was certain that if he was ever to get a boyfriend, one condition of their relationship would be accepting what he did with Randall...Randall was not someone who could be or would be just replaced in his life.

A couple minutes of steadily intensifying frotting had them both hard and leaking, their cocks stroking against each other, smearing wetness all over them and priming them for more. Randall's a skoshe longer and thicker than Martin's, though not meaningfully so as far as either was concerned. In coming days, they would jockey playfully for pitching and catching, as they usually did, but in this moment, Martin knew he wanted to feel Randall under his tail, and he doubted he'd get any objection. He slid forward, clambering up on the chair a bit; Randall got the hint and started shifting himself a bit, trying to position himself to where Martin could move up and down without issue. "You don't wanna take this to the bed?"

"No. Right here. Right now. I've wanted this for too long."

"Heh, needy cuz. Don't worry, I'll give you enough fill ta tide you over before I head back home."

"You always say that, and yet I'm always thirsty as fuck when you finally get back."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that. Nn, one sec...there, I think..." Randall felt Martin's rear brush against his dick, his pucker sliding against the tip momentarily. "Almost got it, cuz..."

"Yeah...just...ah!" A little more shifting, and Martin felt his cousin's tool catch against his tailhole again - and he didn't waste time, pushing down on it and feeling the tip pop in without much trouble. He eagerly sank down on it, getting himself as low as he could and then securing his position on top of Randall's lap, holding tight to the slightly larger mouse. "Yesss...gods, Randall, you feel too good."

"No such thing as far as I'm concerned, nothing's too good for you, Martin." Holding his cousin up, he started to grind a bit at the mouse's tailhole. "Lemme know if you need to change anything up."

"Should be fine...not gonna last too long first time anyway..." Martin started to rise and drop, working himself on Randall's shaft with a touch of awkwardness and a whole lot of eagerness. The impromptu position was a bit out of his element, but something he'd been eager to try with Randall...perhaps they'd try it again, with a little bit of experimenting with position and such, but for now he just wanted to get the two of them off, start things off with a bang and set the tone for the rest of the visit.

Their muzzles found each other again, and they kissed deeper this time as Martin rode Randall, the country mouse making sure to give a little bit of his own pushing where he could. Both of them were quite leaky, it was clear they were both a little pent-up, but that only served to ease things along where the two met, Martin's insides getting quickly slick and slippery and the fur around Randall's stomach getting matted with the wetness dribbling onto it. It was a mess they'd been waiting for, their mixed scent filling the air and twining perfectly in their noses. Randall's hand rubbed up and down Martin's back slowly as the town mouse picked up the pace, his breathing getting a little harder from the workout. Randall noticed and pulled away from the kiss. "You doing okay?"

"Y-yeah...just...hah, it's not as easy as some people make it look. I'm almost there, though..."

"Me too. Just go for it, I've got you."

Martin nodded, and pushed himself that last little bit, speeding up more and pushing down hard as he could, trying to get them both there before he ran out of energy. Dammit, maybe I wore myself out with all the cleaning earlier... he cursed inwardly, but there was nothing to do about it now, he just had to get things to the finish. His motions were getting a little more reckless, but true to his word, Randall kept him stable and upright, letting him go to town on his pole. He could feel Randall throbbing and pulsing a bit, it was almost there, just a little bit more...

Down he went, harder than ever as his weary legs welcomed the easing pressure, and suddenly Martin cried out as a nice strike to his prostate brought him over, his semen shooting right into Randall's stomach fur. He clenched down hard, twisting a bit and pushing into Randall, trying to get his cousin to join him...it was quickly successful, as a groan burst from the brown mouse and Martin suddenly felt a thicker wetness pasting his inner walls. The perfect icing to his orgasm, quick and breathy moans escaping Martin as he hunched over into Randall, pleasure and exhaustion tying together into a head-spinning experience as he rode out that pleasure peak, feeling Randall caress his fur and relax him a bit.

It didn't take terribly long for the rush to subside, leaving the fatigue to linger behind. Martin didn't regret it, but he was going to be feeling that for a bit. "Damn...I thought...that'd be a little bit easier...guess maybe I wasn't doing as right as I coulda..."

"Felt pretty good to me, cuz," remarked Randall. "Maybe we'll get ya some practice, might help ya figure out how to do it a little better."

"Wouldn't mind that...not right now, though, for sure. Gonna have wobbly legs for a bit..."

"Ya wanna bitta help getting back to your chair?"

"Nah. I wanna stay like this for a while."

Randall snickered a bit. "Sounds good to me. Thanks for the warm welcome back, cuz...we're gonna have some fun over the little while I'm here, ain't we?"

Martin smiled and nuzzled his cousin's face a bit. "Oh, yeah...all the fun we can pack in. And I can't wait."