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Out in the Open

By Green

I was in the shower, just standing under the spray and feeling the hot water running down my naked pelt; there's no other sensation like it. It wasn't the bathroom at home, it was one of the shower booths at the pool in the rec centre. I mention this because rather than being securely locked behind a heavy, water-resistant door, there was just a flimsy plastic curtain separating me from the rest of the men's changeroom. It was the handicapped stall at the end, though, so at least it was roomy. I... don't normally go with that one, so I don't know what was up with that. More importantly, I was running my fingers through my wet, heavy hair and distantly wondering how much of a pain in the ass it was for actual lions to deal with a mane - when I heard that flimsy plastic curtain get yanked aside.

Surprised is a bit of an understatement. Alarmed, I turned around as quickly as I dared on a wet tile floor, ears whipping flat against the back of my head as I hunched down a little, woefully unprepared to hide my shame or defend myself. A tall, muscular mountain lion was pulling the curtain closed again behind him.

"Hey! I - oh." Naturally, I relaxed. "Jesus, Lance, what are you doing, trying to give me a heart attack or something?!" I reached up and rubbed my forehead as I straightened up and stepped out from under the spray, closing my eyes and sighing with relief. There aren't many men in the world I would trust enough to close my eyes while we were sharing a shower, naked. This was one of them.

He may have been taller and more well-toned than me, but this particular puma looked a lot like I did, and with good reason.

"The hell are you up to, anyway?" I continued, "What, you - you think your little brother needs help to take a shower or something? I..." I trailed off, blinking, as I looked up again and saw that he'd turned around, just watching me, with this smile on his face, full of confidence and... something else I'd never seen there before. I swallowed, and my whiskers twitched, tiny droplets falling to the floor.

"Course not, Troy," he replied, his voice low and calm, "I didn't think you needed help at all. Company, on the other hand..." He started strolling forward, nice and slow, eyes on mine. I found it hard to look away, and also that my heart was beating quite a bit faster again.

I swallowed again, wondering how my mouth could feel so dry when the rest of me was literally dripping wet. My tail twitched with agitation as he grew closer and closer.

"Wh- I don't know what you're talking about..." I replied nervously. He chuckled.

"Ohhhh, I think you do, little brother," he teased, waggling a finger at me as he leaned in and lowered his voice to an exaggeratedly conspiratorial whisper. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Despite myself, I instantly started to blush.

"I... I..." was all that came out when I tried to defend myself. A lot of conflicting emotions were whirling around in my head, and I was just so fucking confused... Was I ashamed? Upset? Embarrassed? No, I was... exhilarated. Excited. And he was still getting closer. Subconsciously, I backed up against the wall next to the shower head, the tile pleasantly warm against my back.

"Um, p-personal space, much?" I stammered, halfheartedly, but he just chuckled and smiled a little wider, seeing straight through me. That's when I noticed he was hard. And that's when I noticed I was hard.

Trembling nervously, I averted my eyes, studying the water as it flowed relentlessly into the drain, but within moments, he was right in front of me.

"Oh God... Lance..." I whispered, overcome by the moment. I felt his fingers on the side of my chin, gently turning me to face him again... and lifting too, tilting my head up so that I was looking him directly in the eye as he leaned in closer.

"Shhh... It's alright..." he whispered. Somehow, this comforted me, and my eyes fluttered closed as my older brother leaned in and kissed me. I groaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth, as his arms slid around me, making room between me and the wall so he could pull me even closer and rub my back as we Frenched like... well, like we weren't blood relatives. I was all too eager to kiss him back, and I mimicked his embrace, feeling up the taut muscles running along his back. God, it felt so good, so right... already purring, I just melted into Lance's arms, delirious with happiness.

Of course, once he'd pulled me in against himself, two things happened simultaneously: my hard dick began pressing against Lance's pelvis, and his hard dick began pressing against my pelvis. They hadn't lined up perfectly, not from such a quick, casual movement, but as we squirmed and kissed in each other's arms, my cock began to rub up and down against his warm, sodden fur. It felt so good, I couldn't help but start to do it on purpose; I was embarrassed, worried he would think I was rushing things or tease me for getting so turned on so quickly, but in that moment, I just couldn't not roll my hips to 'dry'-hump my own brother. The instant I did, as if signalling permission, I similarly felt him begin to grind against me, and I moaned into the kiss, impossibly turned on.

There were so many questions flying around in my head, and most of them were pretty valid, but I wasn't listening, none of them mattered. Nothing did, except the feeling of Lance's tongue in my mouth, his hands on my body, and his cock grinding against me, hot and rigid and eager. When we finally remembered how to stop kissing, I grinned sheepishly and he smirked knowingly. I wanted to say something, even if I had absolutely no fuckin' idea what to say in the face of this situation, but it turned out it didn't matter. I only got as far as 'Lance, I...' before I interrupted myself with an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp, but in my defence, that was when his fingers closed around my cock.

Still pressed against him, I whimpered as he began to stroke my aching shaft, up and down.

"Hnngh, d-don't stop..." I breathed. He chuckled softly.

"Why, Troy Belmont, I do believe you're enjoying this," he murmured, squeezing my cock and making me shudder.

"Yes!" I blurted out, "God, it's - it's so good..." Lance flashed me a smile, which practically sparkled.

"So what happens next?" he teased, his whiskers dancing with amusement, "You want me to empty your balls, hmm? Little brother gonna come for me?" Inflamed by his words, I moaned shamelessly against his shoulder and turned my head so I could nod hastily.

"Yesss... oh, fuck, yessssss..." I hissed, delirious with pleasure, "Make me come, big brother, make me come!"

"...And that, mercifully, is where I woke up. It was the third dream like that in five days... and that's only because I didn't sleep for two of them."

"That was a very... graphically-described dream."

"Oh - oh, God, I'm sorry, I - I just got kinda carried away remembering..."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. Or that you should stop."

"...W-well, that was just where the important part started, after all."

"Oh is it now? This is gonna be good!"

"Yeah, but it didn't feel like that, waking up with the guiltiest morning wood ever."

"But I bet you woke up purring, didn't you?"

"..."

"That's a yes."

At the moment I regained consciousness, I found myself slowly nuzzling against my pillow in lieu of Lance's broad chest, and humping my mattress like there was no tomorrow. And for a few seconds, while my brain booted up, I kept going, chasing the sensations, wanting so badly to come... but once I caught up with myself, I flopped down and buried my face in my hands. Again. I had a sexy dream about my brother again. And here I was, expected to face the day, and I was flushed with arousal, my fur was sweaty, my dick was as hard as a steel girder, and yes, fine, I was purring. I felt so... unclean, for multiple reasons. A shower was definitely in order.

I slowly pulled myself to a sitting position, achingly aware of my hard-on, struggling to resist the urge to just grab hold of it and finish what my subconscious had started... but even with my brain still shaking off cobwebs, I could see it would be impossible to do that without fantasizing about the dream, without... thinking about Lance as I came. God, this was such bullshit. I actually would have preferred to be dreaming about one of our sisters, I already knew I liked girls, but I'd only even started thinking of myself as 'bi-curious' for like a week before I started having these dreams! And they were never about just some random guy invented by my dreaming brain, that would have been, uh, kind of awesome actually. Nooooo, it just had to be my one and only older brother. Climbing into my bed in the middle of the night, or leading me to a private spot in a back alley, or walking with me on a beach. Sneaking into my shower in a public changeroom was a new one, admittedly.

I tugged down my boxer-briefs and bit my lip as I watched my prick throb invitingly. I could tell this boner was a stubborn one, would take a while to go down - but I also knew that it was needy, that if I gave in, it wouldn't take long before I nutted, wouldn't even delay me that much... Swallowing, I grabbed a pair of long pyjama pants off the floor and hurried into them, seeking the comfort of decency. Naturally, that was robbed from me as my stiff cock tented out the fabric obscenely. Lowering my ears in embarrassment, I grabbed a bathrobe from the closet and pulled it around me, hiding my shame. At least the guilt I was feeling had chased away that damned purring...

I sighed, tied the cloth belt around my waist to hold the robe closed over my boner, and frowned. All this gay stuff was really confusing, even without the incestuous thoughts. Like, other guys are easy on the eyes, and I'd probably be down to try kissing one, but beyond that it was a bit fuzzy. I mean, how do you even know if you're a top or a bottom? People really should come with instruction manuals... Pushing all this from my mind, or at least making an attempt to, I slapped my cheeks a couple times to wake myself up a little more, and then headed out the door, hellbent on turning the day around from this somewhat sour opening.

Naturally, the instant I opened my door, I nearly ran straight into Lance. Like, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect if it was one of those teen comedies from the early 2000s that were all about awkward humour... I hated those movies. And yet there I was, standing there, dishevelled, with my bathrobe hiding a wicked boner that was (sort of) because of the taller cougar in front of me. Of course, Lance looked immaculate, like he'd been up for hours. He smiled as he saw me, and I hated the shiver the ran down my spine as it reminded me of the sexy grin and the bedroom eyes from my latest dream. It wasn't my fault the guy was so damned handsome!

Totally oblivious to these terrible thoughts of mine, Lance nodded, slowing his pace while heading down the hall.

"Oh, hey," he said, casually, "Good morning." I swallowed furtively, more acutely aware of my penis than I'd like, and struggled to play it cool.

"Morning," I acknowledged, nodding back. To no one's surprise, Lance tilted his head to one side in mild curiosity, slowing to a halt and turning back to face me, studying me more carefully as his whiskers danced and one of his ears swivelled directly towards me. Fuck. I don't know if I'm a terrible liar, or if certain people just see straight through me.

"Are... you okay, Troy?" he asked, more quietly, "You look kinda freaked." I immediately felt nervous, as if the big guy was going to work out that I'd been having sexy dreams about him by, like, watching my body language and facial expressions, or something. Improvising, I shrugged and nodded towards the door behind me.

"Oh, uh, I'm fine, I just... woke up from a bad dream is all, s-still kinda freaked," I said, resisting the urge to rub at the back of my neck, "No biggie, just a nightmare."

"Yeah?" Lance replied, sympathetically, "You wanna talk about it?" I was very pleased that I managed to not flinch or just blurt out NO at the top of my lungs in panic.

"Nah, I'll be alright, just need time," I insisted, gesturing dismissively. He nodded, but I couldn't tell from the look on his face if he believed me or not. Why did felines like us have to be so damned hard to read?

"Okay, if you say so," my brother finally concluded, turning and resuming his path to wherever he was headed. Still trying to play it cool, wondering how my dick could possibly still be so hard, I turned the other way and forced myself not to sprint to the bathroom.

"So I try not to think about his smile, and I decide I finally need to do something about the Hard-On That Wouldn't Die."

"Oooh, cold shower?"

"Mmm."

"Ouch. My sympathies."

Once I was done showering, and the dryer booth had made me all poofy, I headed out of the bathroom, once again wearing my robe, but no longer concealing any evidence. I was loads more awake, and feeling cleaner made me feel, well, cleaner. I no longer felt tainted by the shameful dreams, as I always seemed to feel when I woke up turned on by my own sibling and awash with guilt. I know, I know, it's a bit of an obvious simile, but washing my body always makes me feel better emotionally.

"That's actually a metaphor, not a simile."

"Who's telling this story, you or me?"

By this point, I was getting hungry. Normally I start with breakfast and then get cleaned up, so I got dressed quick and went downstairs. Lance was around, but he paid me no attention as I made for the kitchen. I went and got a bowl of cold cereal and milk, nice and simple, so I could focus on trying to figure out these dreams. Could it be something I was trying to tell myself? I'd already figured out that I was bi-curious, so if the message wasn't 'I can get really turned on by guys', what the hell was my subconscious trying to tell me? I mean, Lance was really handsome, but I'd never been attracted to him, not while I was awake, anyway, so why the hell did he keep popping up in my dreams and seducing me? This last time was so, so tender, so playful, too. He'd even lifted my chin before he kissed me, as if it was a movie from the 40's and I was the female lead. I paused a moment, pondering that kiss, the way I'd melted into Lance's embrace, the way his tongue had felt in my mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed me that way, touched me that way, and I couldn't help but sigh quietly as I reflected on how the most sensual kiss I'd had in years had been part of a dream about having gay sex with my own brother.

It was at that moment, as I stared off into space, my pondering slowly morphing into full-blown daydreaming, idly stirring my cereal without looking at it, that Lance suddenly appeared next to the table, startling me as he pulled out the chair opposite me and took a seat. I suddenly realized that despite my best efforts, I was at half-mast again thanks to that daydream, and felt myself begin to blush, low-key ashamed of that involuntary reaction. I really didn't want to meet Son of Hard-On That Wouldn't Die, so I focused on how embarrassed and anxious I suddenly was, feeling very much like a kid who's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. And as my mother actually liked to keep homemade cookies in a jar, I can personally attest to this.

Thankfully, Lance didn't start off by asking why my dick was halfway to hard, or even why I was suddenly blushing.

"Hey," he said, simply.

"Sup," I replied, playing it cool and focusing my attention on my cereal. Having just been fantasi- remembering the dream about making out with him, I was nervous about meeting Lance's eye, once again feeling as if he'd just... know. He didn't seem to notice my anxiety, but that wasn't much comfort.

"Look, uhh... Can we be real for a second?" he asked, reaching up to scratch at the back of his head.

"What do you mean, real?" I replied cautiously.

"It's... something is up with you, dude. I can tell."

I am not proud of the fact that my first reaction to this was to think 'Oh my God, he really can read my mind'. But incredibly, he was not talking about my innermost secrets. As I sat there passively, too panicked to respond coherently, the other cougar shrugged almost apologetically.

"It's like this, Troy," Lance said, "I know you didn't sleep at all the other night, and I know it wasn't the first time." I was so tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop, that it took a few seconds before I realized what he'd said. I couldn't speak for the immense amount of tension leaving my body, so he just kept going.

"You've been... off lately, really distracted, and you just seem so, so stressed out, all the time!" he said, leaning forward onto his elbows. "I wanted to give you space, let you figure things out on your own, but... look, you've been struggling, man, and I wanna help."

"Lance, I..." I started, but I trailed off, unsure what to say. I hadn't been expecting something so... earnestly compassionate. It didn't matter much, as even before I realized I didn't have the words, he was lifting his hand to cut me off with a gesture.

"We don't have to talk about, uh, whatever it is that's bothering you," he added somewhat hastily, "I get it, everybody's got their own shit to deal with, I don't wanna pry..." Now I was quietly nervous and openly confused. The tip of my tail began to near-silently slap itself against the kitchen floor as I tried to work out Lance's angle.

"Then... why are you bringing it up?" I asked, slowly, before finally eating some more (slightly soggy) cereal. Still not bad.

A shrug creased my brother's broad shoulders.

"Well, I just had this idea, is all," he said, cryptically, "You remember a few years ago, when Marco broke up with me?" I nodded as I swallowed.

"Sure do," I replied, "Uhh, kinda hard to forget." I was trying to be polite, but Lance didn't want any sugarcoating.

"Because I was kind of a mess," he clarified. My turn to shrug.

"You were all the way a mess." Naturally, he smirked at this. He might not have taken that from anyone else, but we were brothers.

"Okay, fine, I was a basket case," he agreed. "It came out of nowhere, and then Marco was so vague on the why, I just got stuck trying to figure out what went wrong. I was obsessing over every decision I'd made the whole time we were dating, making myself crazy... finally it was just too much." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began poking and swiping at the screen.

"There's this spot up near the escarpment where I like to go camping sometimes," Lance continued, "When I finally hit my limit, I went up there by myself and spent some time, you know, just being in nature." He turned his phone around, showed me where the place was on his map app. "I unplugged for a day, just focused on what was around me instead of on all that stress, and... well, there wasn't as much stress waiting for me when I came back home."

I lowered my ears apologetically and reached back to scratch at the loose skin at the scruff of my neck.

"Ohhh, I dunno, Lance," I said, "I know you love camping and hiking and stuff, but I'm not really much of an outdoorsy type, eh? I mean, I'd probably get myself killed trying to camp up in the hills alone." He was already nodding, but I noticed his whiskers were twitching in a way I couldn't quite identify. Yes, even felines find felines hard to read sometimes.

"Sure, sure, I get it, just thought you could use some time to, y'know, clear your head, help you figure things out," he said, "But you wouldn't have to go alone, you know. I was thinking of heading up on the weekend, and, ah, you could tag along. If you wanted." Immediately my mind went back to that shower dream, to Lance's lips roughly capturing mine, his hands confidently exploring my body, stroking my - I pushed that thought firmly out of my mind, sweeping aside the innuendo that had popped up from the idea of spending some time alone with my big brother. Low blow, brain, low blow.

"I dunno, Troy, kinda just sounds like you enjoy thinking about that dream."

"...That wasn't what I wanted your opinion on."

Rolling on past that uncomfortable moment, I sighed. I had been pretty fixated on those dreams lately, and if I was getting so stressed out that Lance had noticed, maybe he had a point.

"I... guess you're right," I finally said, "Alright, I'll go with you." Lance's face lit up like he hadn't been sure I would say yes.

"Really? Awesome!" he said, "Okay, there's some stuff we'd have to go over, but we can do that whenever before we go." He stood up, ears perking up happily. I hadn't realized that it meant that much to him, maybe he really was worried about me... He gave my shoulder a light smack as he passed me.

"Cool, we'll talk later," he said, "You are not gonna regret this, little brother!" For reasons I couldn't put my finger on at the time, those last words sent an odd little shiver down my spine.

The next few days weren't super important to this story, though I did have two more dreams about Lance, and one more sleepless night. I mean, the dreams were pretty hot, but, uh, I think you get the gist of them by now... Anyway, along the way, Lance and I had that talk about stuff like camping safety, notes about being up in the hills, and gathering the equipment we'd need. Frankly, given the altitude, I was a bit worried about our feral cousins crashing the party, given the reputation mountain lions have, but Lance assured me they're way, way less common around here than down south. Most of Canada was too cold for them to begin with. Lance, actually being into camping, had all his gear nice and sorted, waiting for him, but I had to go digging around in the depths of the basement to gather some stuff. Naturally, I had to go way in the back corner and drag out both our sleeping bags, while Lance gushed about how it was the first time he was going camping this year, and he was stoked to be sharing it with me. ...To be honest, it was kinda flattering.

Well, Saturday finally rolled around, and I woke up at ass o'clock in the morning and groggily struggled through breakfast and a shower while Lance threw the last of the stuff in the back of his SUV. Soon enough, we were on our way, and I was sipping from a drive-thru coffee and wondering why, exactly, outdoorsy stuff always seemed to involve dragging yourself out of bed at an unearthly hour. He was listening to his weird hipster bands, and I was staring idly out the window and thinking about guys, and how I'd come to appreciate them in a new light. I had caught myself 'admiring' other dudes a few times too many to keep writing it off, but in the waking world, I'd never felt drawn towards any guys in particular, it was always more of an abstract thing. I figured the dreams were my subconscious' way of telling me that yes, I really did like looking at other guys, but... God, why did it have to be Lance? Why couldn't I suddenly be obsessing over, I don't know, Ryan Reynolds or something? Or hey, here's a thought, why not fill all those different dreams with different dudes instead of making me feel hot and bothered for my own brother over and over again... Feeling somewhat anxious thinking about the dreams while sat right next to him, I shifted in my seat and gave the other cougar a sideways glance. He was mouthing the words to the chorus as the song continued, and paying me absolutely no attention whatsoever.

Taking another sip of coffee, I sighed quietly, feeling my tail thwapping lightly against the side of my seat. I'd been trying not to think about it, but it was kinda hard not to be nervous about the prospect of spending the night in a tent with Lance. Like, I used to talk in my sleep when I was a kid, what if I... what if I moan his name or something, and he figures something out? I realized that my thoughts were running wild about the time I imagined myself waking up from a sexy dream and kissing Lance for real before my brain caught up and realized I was awake. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I was getting all wound up over really slim odds that I wouldn't have any control over anyway, dreams were a roll of the dice. Plus, to kiss him, I'd need to crawl out of my sleeping bag and cross the tent to where he was sleeping first, and I was pretty sure I would wake up all the way before I did all that. It felt reassuring to remind myself of that.

So I took a few more deep breaths and looked over at Lance again. Broad shoulders, thick arms, great smile... you'd think with all these dreams that I couldn't even look at the guy without going to half-mast, but all I could see was my big brother, the guy who helped me learn how to do my times tables and ride a bike (but not at the same time). We'd been angry at each other tons of times, but I've never once felt like Lance was judging me for something. Quite the opposite, in fact, he's always been so supportive of his siblings.

I looked out the window again, seeing only trees and hills and other facets of nature now. We were getting pretty far from - well, from anywhere, really, it was like civilization had melted away behind us.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" I asked, watching a hawk circling lazily overhead.

"No, actually, I've been driving around at random this entire time," he said, cheerily, "Thanks for asking!" I made a face, and he chuckled to himself.

"Come on, lighten up," he said, "Are you always this grumpy in the morning, or do you just really need to get laid or something?" Resisting the urge to smirk, I muttered something petulant and unflattering under my breath and looked out the window again. If anything, Lance's unfortunately somewhat dad-like sense of humour proved that we were entirely wrong for each other.

"Oh, is that what that proves?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just wondering why the drive over is so important."

"You're just impatient to get back to the sexy part..."

"True, but I think you're just stalling. Why? What happened next?"

Alright, fine... I finished my coffee, Lance and I were quiet for a while (which really helped ease the tension), and before long, we were pulling onto a nice wide, flat hilltop. The place seemed to have been born to be a parking lot. Lance slugged me in the shoulder when I said that out loud. We got out, Lance with a happy sigh, and me with the sort of groan that usually follows sitting in one place for too long. As I stretched my legs, I kid you not, Lance stood up straight, put his fists on his hips, and breathed in deep. If he'd said something like 'Ah, the great outdoors!', he would have been 10/10 for an impression of every single father in 90's cartoons.

"So this is the place?" I asked, looking around, sniffing the air curiously, my whiskers flexing as I sampled the fresh clean atmosphere.

"Actually, I like to park here and set up camp just up there," Lance replied, pointing to a smaller hill that was juuuuust a bit taller than the one we were on, "The view is nicer up there, you get a great view of the sun coming up over the Chorus."

"The what?" All stretched out and now familiar with the scent of the local air, I crossed my arms and turned to face him.

"The whole mountain range along that way is called the Chorus," he said, gesturing vaguely in the same direction as before, "There are these spots where the wind's supposed to sound like a choir singing, buuuuut those are on the other side of the Chorus, it would add at least another hour's drive to get over there." I raised both hands to shoulder level in a gesture of surrender.

"You know what? Right here seems just fine to me," I said, smirking. Lance laughed at that.

"Somehow, I figured it would," he said, shaking his head and smiling.

I had a few questions I wanted to ask him about how this whole thing would work, but my train of thought suddenly plunged into a ravine as I glanced back over at Lance, who was standing between me and the sun as it continued rising into the sky. My big brother wears his hair long, you see, and when I looked over, he was pulling out the scrunchie he was using to hold it in a ponytail. I'd noticed it was a bit crooked on the drive over, but was still psyching myself up for this weekend, so I hadn't noticed. Then, as I watched, he ducked his head down, then flicked it backwards, so that his hair trailed after him like the tail of a very handsome comet. It was like I was watching it in slow-motion, somehow, taking in every single detail of my brother acting like he was in a shampoo commercial. And I'm not sure why, but seeing his hair cascading back like that made something unexpected click into place.

"Oh no..." I whispered, "he's gorgeous!"

I had been insisting otherwise to myself (rather forcefully at times) for weeks, but even with the dad jokes, I could ignore it no longer: my big brother's body pushed so many of my buttons that it was less like Lance was my type and more like... my type was Lance. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to continue insisting otherwise, I may even have attempted to, but the mental image was fresh and vivid, and I couldn't forget that moment, when I'd felt a moment of wordless, primal desire for Lance, very brief but so intense that deep down I just knew, no matter what I told myself, that I really did lust for my own brother after all.

"Oh fuck, oh shit..." I muttered, productively, too shocked to even realize I was still staring at Lance, who glanced over in my direction while finagling the scrunchie back on in a more even manner.

"Whatcha looking at? I got something on my face?" he asked, one ear flicking curiously.

"Uh, n-no," I replied, blatantly nervous, "you just, uh... look better with your hair down than I remember." I remember thinking, word for word, 'Oh my fucking God, why didn't I lie?'. Lance just grinned, seeming to miss how anxious I was.

"Heh, thanks, Troy!" he replied, nodding as he finished up with his ponytail. "C'mon, we should get the tent set up before it gets dark." Gleefully grabbing hold of that thought so I didn't have to think about how much I suddenly wanted to kiss him, I frowned slightly.

"What's the rush?" I asked, looking up dubiously, "It's the middle of the day, nice and bright." He gave me a Look and started walking around to the back of the SUV.

"It gets darker, faster out here than it does in the city," he replied, ominously, "Trust me, you don't want to have to assemble a tent by flashlight."

"...Really? Nothing? I tell you that I'm into my own brother after all, and nothing? This is the part you're silent for?"

"I'm just... considering all the angles. Keep going, I want to hear the rest."

Well, I had no idea what I was doing, of course, but with Lance's guidance, and more than a few looks at the wrinkled instruction booklet, we slowly, carefully got the tent set up and properly anchored to the ground. It was... actually kinda nice, in a weird way. Having an immediate task to occupy myself meant I wasn't constantly fixating on how freaked out I was over my little revelation. I mean, I did constantly catch myself leering at Lance - watching his muscles flex as he lifted things and checking out his ass when he bent over - but at least I wasn't just continuously worrying. Finally, lo and behold, we were finished, and I actually felt really accomplished, wondered if this was that 'working with your hands' feeling granddad had always been going on about.

"Nice job," Lance said, patting me on the back.

"Oh sure, like I didn't just do what you told me to do," I replied, shaking my head. Lance laughed and scruffed his fingers through my hair like I was a child he was pestering.

"Exactly! You were smart enough to just listen to Lance! And you did it well!" he teased. Smirking, I took a playful swipe at him, but kept my claws retracted. When Lance teased me, I knew he didn't mean it.

After taking a moment to just sort of stand there, admiring our handiwork and making sure it didn't collapse under the breeze, we gathered a bunch of stuff from the SUV, locked it up tight, and brought our stuff back up to stow it in the tent. Since we'd already gone this far, I wanted to take a moment to roll out the sleeping bags and the floor mats, get everything all nice and ready for when we wanted to sleep. Lance, though, really wanted to take me on a hike with what was left of the day, so I barely had time to call dibs on one side of the tent. Before climbing out, when it was just me in the tent, I took a moment to just kneel there on the tarp floor and sigh, taking a deep breath and trying not to worry about that night. Sleeping in close quarters with Lance shortly after realizing I really was attracted to him was a bit terrifying, and sent my mind into overdrive producing unpleasant what-if scenarios. I reassured myself that the sleeping bags would be closed around us, so even if I uncharacteristically started sleepwalking or something, I wouldn't be able to do anything crazy or regrettable because of this shameful desire.

"C'mon, man, I really wanted to show you this one view!" Lance called, eagerly, so I dragged myself to my feet and stepped out of the tent. Lance was getting a hefty object out of a bag as I turned and grabbed the zipper on the flap behind me.

"Man, you are really into this," I observed, trying not to smile too much. I wasn't sure how to deal with the knowledge that I found my brother's enthusiasm attractive.

"Yeah, man!" he replied, setting the boxy thing down just inside the entrance to the tent, "Getting out here in the fresh air, clearing my mind of all those distractions, it's great." I opened my mouth to make a sarcastic response, my ears already lowering to the angle unofficially reserved for Sass within my family, but what actually came out was an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp of pain as I zipped up the tent flap without looking and caught the damned thing on my tail!

Lance's smile fell away as he looked over and took in the situation. Cringing, both hurting and embarrassed, I spun around and reached for my tail, but before I could grab hold to yank it free, Lance was suddenly right behind me, holding my wrist.

"Easy, easy, don't just pull, you could cut something!" he said, rather insistently, "just hold still, let me take care of you." I forced myself not to move as he reached in and, taking a firm hold of my tail, used small, careful movements to gingerly free it from the zipper. I shuddered with relief as the pinching pain began to ebb, but Lance kept hold of my tail. Turning to meet my eyes, my big brother smirked at me and raised my tail to his lips, giving it a kiss while holding my gaze.

"Mwah. There, all better," he teased, giving the tail a pat before releasing it. I'd never admit this to him, but I blushed so hard at that, got all flustered, didn't know what to say, so I just muttered 'Th-thanks' and moved away from the tent.

"He's clearly into you! Please tell me you made a move on him during this hike."

"Seriously? Like I'm just supposed to turn to my own brother and go 'the view is nice, but it's not as pretty as your smile'?"

"Oh hey, that's actually not bad! What did he say?"

"So do you like have a hearing problem, or are you just really into this stuff?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. I was picturing you two holding hands."

After grabbing some water, we headed out. It was certainly decent exercise, and helped Lance finish his daily steps early, but as nice as it was to be out in the fresh air, the scenery wasn't exactly as vibrant as, say, a forest, and I found my mind kept wandering. I just couldn't help thinking about the dreams, now that I knew that Lance wasn't just being used as a metaphor for males in general. So many different scenarios, but it was always the same confident Lance. In the moment, they were always so hot, and I was always so horny when I woke up from them... I thought about his hands wandering my body, his lips capturing mine, how hard my heart would pound in these illicit scenarios... I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back, and it felt so weird thinking about these things while Lance was right there with me. As if underlining that thought, I caught myself staring at his butt again as we walked. In my defence, it was firm and perky... In fact, now that I was letting myself notice, I realized that I was fond of rather a lot of different parts of my big brother.

Unsticking my eyes from Lance's biceps, I swallowed a worried murble and rubbed my hand back over my hair, brushing sweat away from my forehead. This was crazy! He was my brother! I'd never even kissed a boy before, I'd just been having bi-curious thoughts, so I didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom! I know I mentioned that already but it was a pretty central thought amongst the gay stuff. I mean, how are you even supposed to figure that part out on your own? The idea of being with another guy was so new and unfamiliar in my mind that every aspect of it seemed sexy and exciting, leaving me unclear what I preferred. I was fairly confident that I could put my cock under another guy's tail, hypothetically speaking, but was I really down to get fucked in the ass myself if Lan- if the other guy wanted to top? I shivered just thinking about it.

The dreams were absolutely no help, it was like they knew I was unsure of that part, so they carefully avoided answering my question. Even the lewdest of the dreams I'd had about Lance had restricted things to hands and mouths. Naturally, I thought back to that one dream where I was pulled over on the side of the highway and Lance was giving me road head, which in turn reminded me of another dream where I... returned the favour. God, that one had made me hard. I could almost still feel the warmth of Lance's hard cock in my mouth, feel him throb and twitch as I pushed him towards the edge. This was, of course, a mistake, as I had to follow thinking about the sensation of Lance's cock pulsing against my tongue with being on a long hike alone with the guy...

Trying not to think about the time I'd dreamed about him coming in my muzzle, I looked around and asked the first harmless question that popped into my head.

"So, uh, how long have you been coming out here?" I asked, "I mean, it's kind of out of the way." Lance smiled slightly without looking over. Admittedly, that was at least partially because the paths out here were strewn with an abundance of rocks, and both of us were being careful not to trip.

"Gotta be close to ten years by now," Lance replied, his tail swishing about behind him, "Like I said, it helps clear my head, gives me some perspective when I really need it." After a moment, he sighed thoughtfully.

"I wish I'd had a place like this when I was a kid," he mused, "somewhere I could go to just... make things make sense. I really could have used it after I figured out I was gay, now that was a lot of stress..." I felt the tiniest of smirks appear on my face.

"Yeah, I'll bet..." I murmured, reflecting on my own predicament. Lance slowed down long enough to get a proper look over his shoulder at me, and for just a second I feared he'd somehow read between the lines of my three word response and realized I was figuring out some stressful things myself. But he just cocked one ear thoughtfully.

"Did I ever tell you about that?" he asked.

"What, how you knew you were gay?" I replied, very carefully, "No, man, you never brought it up."

He looked forward again and kept walking, but after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he started explaining. I found myself walking closer to him, feeling like this was... I don't know, just important somehow, like maybe it would help me understand my own confusing feelings.

"Honestly, I didn't know for a long time," Lance started, "I always just thought my friends were, you know, exaggerating, overselling it when they were attracted to a girl. I mean, when I looked at a girl, my brain just went 'yep, that's a girl alright'. I'd look at naked pics online, and it would be like 'okay, sure, I guess it would be kinda cool to do things with her', but that would be about it." He chuckled.

"And then one year, we got a new student, William Aster." I distantly remembered a guy by that name in high school, but we were in different years, so I never knew him. I did remember that he was a skinny, somewhat limp-wristed collie.

"He was... different from all the other guys, moved gracefully, always looked good in whatever he was wearing, and that smile of his..." I suddenly remembered that William had made ripples by showing up for Halloween one year in a Catholic schoolgirl's outfit, claiming to be dressed as 'early Britney'. I silently rolled my eyes. It figured that the first guy to catch Lance's fancy was a slender, slightly femmy dog who had crossdressed at least once.

"...And he was so, so... emotionally honest," Lance finished, which caught me off-guard. He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.

"Back in high school, there was still so much macho bullshit going around, all that boys-don't-cry stuff like it was still the fuckin' seventies or something. William couldn't hide who he was, that he didn't match up to any of that macho crap, so he just ignored all of it, talked about his feelings with his friends, tried to deal with stuff instead of bottling it all up inside, he was so... empathetic. It may have been the way he looked that got my attention, but it was that empathy, and wishing I was brave enough to be more like that, that gave me a crush on him. It was kind of hard to pretend I was straight after that."

I nodded, my whiskers dancing as I thought. I wasn't expecting Lance of all people to say something so... heartfelt. It was actually kind of... oh no. I swallowed a groan as I realized how attractive Lance had been during this little tête-à-tête, showing me endearing depth I kinda hadn't known the big guy even possessed. I'd never tried to get to know any of the guys he'd dated, maybe I would have realized it sooner if I had. They'd just kinda rubbed me the wrong way for some reason...

"That's cool, Lance, uh, thanks for telling me that," I said. Suddenly, I felt the urge to confess to my own homoerotic thoughts, to turn to my big brother for advice, even if I could never tell Lance that he featured prominently in so many of those thoughts. I shuddered nervously as I recognized that a tiny part of me hoped that if I did tell him, Lance might make a move on me... and I realized with intimidating certainty that if he did, I would let him.

We walked on in silence for a couple minutes while I fretted about my growing attraction to Lance, and tried to ignore an annoyingly stubborn, yet unreasonably paranoid thought that maybe my brother had planned this somehow, and I was playing right into his hands... literally.

"Ah, nice, here we are," Lance said, interrupting my worrying. Looking up, I saw that the hill the path was atop jutted out into an abrupt cliff overlooking the entire region. A single large tree sat right in the middle of the last stretch, as if the tree were watching things below.

"Can you believe this view?" Lance chuckled, putting his hands on his hips as he took the sight in. I had to admit it was beautiful, especially as the colours from the sunset played over the land. He took a deep breath, his chest swelling up, and sighed contentedly.

"This is nice, you can see everything from up here," I agreed, at least partially because he was so enthusiastic about it.

"You see, little brother?" he said, sweeping his arm across the land, as if he were telling me that one day, it would all be mine. "Just being up here feels freeing! This place is perfect for helping get your mind off stuff. I swear, every single time I come out here, it makes me feel loads better." He patted me on the back, and I couldn't help but return his smile. It was so earnest, so proud to be sharing his favourite place with me. It was pretty damned handsome, too, but let's be honest, at this point that went without saying.

Raising one hand to shield my eyes from the sun, I watched the tiny white blob of a distant cube van on the highway, trundling along, worlds removed from this situation. Lance was still taking deep breaths of the fresh mountain air, clearly in his element. Granted, we are mountain lions, so I guess it's my element too?

"I've been just a little worried lately, I admit it," Lance said, "But whatever's bothering you, I'm telling you, Troy, we'll have you feeling like a million bucks soon. A little time in nature gets you feeling energized, confident, like you can, you know, do stuff you didn't feel you could do before!" He chuckled as he turned towards me.

"Like this one time I came here, I - oh, uh, wait..." I was continuing to gaze upon the hills and valleys that made up the local escarpment for several more seconds before I realized he wasn't continuing, and had in fact trailed off. I turned towards him, and was surprised to find him looking uncharacteristically self-conscious, his ears lowered, his eyes avoiding mine, and his tail hanging down limply.

"What?" I asked, instantly curious. Pumas may be big cats, but we're still cats.

"I-it's nothing," he said, waving dismissively, "Uhh, forget about that one..." And I might have done just that if he hadn't suddenly looked directly at the tree and then quickly looked away again.

Frowning slightly, immediately suspicious, I turned to look at the tree more closely. I mean, it was just a tree, kinda twisted, definitely never been pruned or anything, but - oh. There was something carved into the lower part of the trunk, and he had been looking low... With a pointed glance at my brother (who was just as pointedly staring at the horizon and not at me), I bent down to get a closer look.

LANCE + BLAKE

And now I knew why he was blushing.

"Dude. Come on," I said, "You keep saying how special this place is to you, like coming out here by yourself is the - the cure for modern society or something, and you brought your ex out here?" Lance blushed harder, lowering his ears defensively.

"It's special to me for lots of reasons," he said, fidgeting on the spot. I sighed.

"I just thought - I thought I was the exception to you going alone, like this was special." I looked up at him again. "Exactly how many of those camping trips had a 'special guest'?" He cringed, and I suddenly recognized just how embarrassed he was as he reached up and scratched at the back of his neck.

"J-just the one, and it wasn't planned..." he said, "Marco had just broken up with me, and I was really fucked up about it, and Blake was so sweet and supportive... When I told him I was going camping that weekend, he just lit up, I guess his family used to go camping all the time down south? So when he told me that, and it was obvious how much he missed them, and then he asked if he could come, well..." Lance swallowed. "As for what happened here... Like I said, he was sweet, and I was in a bad place."

I felt bad for giving him a hard time over it, so I just stood up straight, studying my shoes as I did so.

"...Then I guess Blake was good for you," I admitted, forcing myself not to keep glancing at their names on the tree. "Because you did pull yourself back up after Marco... wasn't just a rebound." I was trying to be nice, but there was still something that wasn't sitting well with me, even if I couldn't put my finger on it. Looking up to the branches so I wouldn't look at the carving, I suddenly found something else.

"Hey..." I said, stepping closer and reaching up to touch the evenly-spaced gashes in the wood, "These look like claw marks from somebody gripping the branch..." I stopped a moment and thought back. Okay, Marco was definitely the raccoon, so the guy Lance dated after him would be the... I snorted in amusement, but something was setting off an alarm in my head.

"You know, Lance, Blake was human," I observed. I imagined my confident big brother standing against the tree, digging in his claws and yowling like a feral as he was taken from behind by his furless paramour... I found myself frowning, feeling sullen and put off. Something welled up inside of me and I... pushed it down before I could get a sense of it.

"Ooh, ooh! Can I take a guess?"

"...No."

"Aww, you're no fun..."

I pushed that thought out of my mind as Lance chuckled self-consciously without saying anything. I was still so, so confused, I'd realized so many things over what felt like a span of about five minutes, and it left me feeling rather conflicted about my big brother. Stupid, sexy Lance... I wasn't sure whether I was more bothered by how comfortable I was getting with all these crazy sexy thoughts, or the fact that thinking about Lance taking it under the tail had been unexpectedly hot. Hmmm, did that mean he was a bottom? Naturally, I immediately imagined myself behind Lance, his tail high in the air, my hard, drooling prick glistening with lube as I lined it up with his asshole and - Not while I'm standing right next to him, brain, goddammit! I was kind of embarrassed that my instinctive reaction to maybe finding out my brother's preferred bedroom role was to instantly imagine myself in the other one... but admittedly, not as embarrassed as Lance clearly was about accidentally walking into that memory with Blake.

"Well, big brother," I said, patting him on the back, "I can assure you, I'm not bringing anybody else up here to fuck against that tree. Your special campsite is safe with me."

He laughed at that, despite himself.

"You ass," he said, affectionately. We laughed together for a bit, and I realized that something curious had happened: I didn't feel quite so anxious around Lance anymore. I mean, I still wanted him, don't get me wrong, but somehow it wasn't quite so nerve-wracking being in his presence, as if my brain had finally gotten the memo that cougars can't read minds even if you are thinking about that cougar. We stood there watching the view for a couple more minutes, and then a breeze blew past and made me shiver. I realized the temperature was dropping with the sun. I raised my hands and rubbed my upper arms, and I had just enough time to think that I shouldn't have left my jacket in the tent and gone with just my hoodie before Lance put his arm around my shoulders without a word and pulled me against his side. I inhaled sharply, my ears standing up straight, and shuddered again as Lance's hand rubbed my free shoulder, as I felt his body heat against me. It was such a natural motion, like this was the most casual thing in the world for Lance, and I found myself instinctively leaning against him, one hand laid on his broad, sculpted chest. He turned and looked down at me with a gentle smile, and there it was.

It was something in his eyes, I think, in the way he looked at me. For a moment there, just a split-fucking-second, I really, genuinely thought that Lance was about to lean down and kiss me. And I wanted him to do it, I wanted it so bad all of a sudden that I almost whimpered out loud with anticipation. God, it was so much like so many of the dreams... That moment stretched out into an eternity, our eyes locked on each other's, gazing into each other's raw emotions...

And then Lance booped me on the nose and said "It gets cold up here at night, next time, take your jacket." He let go of me and stepped away, turning his back on the sunset.

"Come on, we should start heading back," he said, calmly, as I continued to stand there, reeling, "It's gonna be dark soon." I just nodded at Lance's back and - with one last glance at the names carved into the bark - followed self-consciously after him, disappointment and shame radiating off me so hard I wondered if my tail would ever stop drooping...

The walk back was quiet for the first few minutes; I was still struggling with how quickly the feelings from those dreams were becoming reality. This was all happening way too fast, and since I'm pretty confident that Lance does not possess hypnotic powers, that made me wonder if what was really happening... was layers of denial eroding away, one after the other. How long had I desired my big brother and refused to admit it to myself? What the hell was wrong with me? I was thinking unkind thoughts like this when I suddenly tripped over a branch fallen from a tree and pitched ungracefully to the ground.

I let out an oof and just lay there for a second, the wind knocked out of me. Lance was at my side faster than I'd realized the big guy could move. There was genuine, earnest concern all across his face.

"Troy!" he said, kneeling, "You alright? That didn't look fun." I nodded and pushed myself up to a sitting position with a grunt, taking stock of myself.

"Yeah, that didn't feel awesome either," I confirmed, "But I'm okay, just tripped, didn't land on a rock or anything..." Looking around, I realized that while I'd been lost in thought, flagellating myself, it had gotten quite dim out, and soon the stars would be visible. No wonder I hadn't seen the branch...

"Huh. I guess it does get dark fast around here," I observed. Now that he'd seen I was fine, Lance was visibly more relaxed.

"Told you so," he said, as he reached over and gave a light tug to my whiskers. Pro-tip! Felines do not like this! I flinched and shooed his hand away, and he helped me to my feet. I flinched and shooed his hand away, and he helped me to my feet.

Once he made sure I wasn't wobbly, he finished the thought, reaching into one of his many pockets and retrieving a small flashlight.

"Good thing for you I always come prepared," he teased. His light was compact, fit into his palm, but it was brighter than the big chunky one Dad used to use when we were kids. Ah, the wonders of technological development... Not wanting to be left out, I reached down to my pocket and found it flatter than I'd like.

"Fuck, I was charging my phone in the car," I remembered, "You said the reception up here was butts anyway, so I just left it there."

"That's alright," Lance said, "Just stick close to me." I dislike that those words made me blush just a little. As we were walking back, which felt very different in the dark - not scarier, per se, just different - Lance turned and glanced at me.

"So, if I never told you how I knew I was gay, I suppose that means I never told you about my first boyfriend, eh?" He laughed. "Well, his name was Sammy, I don't know if you remember, he was a Persian cat, just a little prissy, and the first time we met -"

"Wait wait wait wait, is this gonna be an actual story? Like a little anecdote about his boyfriend?"

"Uhhh, yeah, why?"

"Can we not get meta? I don't want to hear a story-within-a-story, it gets confusing!"

"Why do I feel like you're just impatient to get to the good part?"

"It can be both things..."

"...And that's why I can never look at flatbread the same way ever again." Lance had timed his story well, as the tent had just come back into view.

"I... see..." I murmured politely, just a little weirded out. Thankfully, my grumbling stomach provided a nice distraction.

"Getting hungry," I said, "I know you said you had dinner all taken care of, but I'm guessing Pizza Hut doesn't deliver to, uh, the middle of nowhere?" Lance chuckled as we approached our campsite.

"You remember that chili we had on Thursday?" he replied, "I saved some of it in the freezer, all we gotta do is heat it up over a campfire. Nice and simple, which is good, since it's dark already." I found I didn't disagree. Borrowing a spare flashlight from the campsite, I hurried back to the SUV to retrieve my freshly-charged phone, so that I would have it - and its built-in light app - if I needed it. Feeling it in my pocket was very reassuring with the dark all around. I got back to find Lance unwrapping a bundle of wood he'd left inside the tent.

"I thought going to get firewood was a whole Thing on camping trips," I mused.

"It can be, but that's usually for when you're camping in the forest, not the hills," Lance retorted, "You wanna wander around in the dark looking for wood scraps, be my guest, maybe we can go gathering tomorrow, but for now, I'd rather get cooking."

"Oh, I'll bet you guys spent the next day gathering wood..."

"Cute."

I watched and held the light as Lance set up the campfire in a nearby scorched spot in the middle of a conspicuous circle flattened into the land by years of fellow campers. He crumpled up the newspaper he'd brought with us and began by mixing the paper amongst the wood as he stacked it up. Then, he scraped some slivers of magnesium off of a little block he produced from his pocket, explaining that it burns quite hot and helps spread the fire. I was expecting him to start rubbing sticks together, but apparently my big brother was more about practicality than aesthetics sometimes, as he just produced a BBQ lighter and lit several spots on the paper. As the flames began to spread around the pile, the warmth and the light began to grow, and soon I was able to shut off the flashlight, the fire itself providing more than enough light for the immediate vicinity.

With the fire going strong and steady, I sat down on one of the logs that some past camper had thoughtfully dragged into a rough semicircle around the fire. Lance carefully set up a frame over the fire for the pot of chili to sit on, while making a casual joke about how he really should have set this up before he lit the fire. I watched as he got the pot set up, finding the idea of making chili over a fire to be unexpectedly fun.

"So I'm guessing since it was in the back of the car all day that's it's all thawed out?" I asked.

"Sure sure, no problems there," Lance confirmed. He then started talking shop about what he was doing, but I only made it as far as the first lesson (how you need to keep on top of the stirring since a fire only has one heat setting and you can't turn it down) before I started tuning it out. I wasn't really that into cooking, and frankly, I've had a lot on my mind lately. As I watched Lance fussing over the chili, I sighed. Once again the question came back. Why the hell did my bi awakening have to come from him? I mean, yeah, he's hot, but he's my brother! Even if he offered, I - I wouldn't really sleep with my own brother, would I? I briefly imagined Lance suddenly whipping it out and asking if I'd like to try some sausage before the chili is ready, but by this point I was so conflicted that my heart wasn't in it, I didn't even blush as I pushed the thought out of my head. I wished I could talk to someone about this, why was it that the gay guy I was most comfortable around was the guy I was crushing on in the first place?

I just kinda sat there for a little bit, rolling that thought around in my head, and then I realized I was missing the obvious: I couldn't possibly talk to Lance about the sexy dreams starring him, but that didn't mean I couldn't talk about the other parts of what was up with me.

"...Hey, uh Lance?" I asked, feeling my ears lowering nervously, "Can we talk about something? It's, uh, kinda been on my mind lately."

"Sure, little brother," he said, "I'm all ears." He didn't look up from the chili as he did this, but it didn't sound especially dismissive, or like he was only half-listening. He'd already admitted he'd been worrying about me lately, so I thought perhaps he was trying to play it cool. One of his ears was facing me, anyway... I sighed, reaching back to rub at my neck.

"Well, I'm not sure I want to go too deep into this..."

"...No, stop it. I can see the look on your face, stop it."

"What, this face? It just sounds like we're reaching the best part, is all..."

"You're getting ahead of yourself, and this conversation was important!"

"Can you blame me for being impatient to get to what happened in the tent? After what you told me before..."

"Well, keep your pants on, we're almost there."

"Keeping pants on is entirely the problem..."

"Well, I'm not sure I want to go too deep into this, but lately I've... sort of been having these thoughts that are a little, ah, bi-curious?" I was already blushing. Lance looked over at me, his whiskers twitching in surprise, and his other ear swivelling around, giving me his undivided attention.

"...Oh?" he said, carefully, as he continued to stir the pot.

"Y-yeah, I've been catching myself looking at guys, thinking about what it might be like to kiss a dude, and I... I think I might be bi." There. I'd said it. "It's kind of confusing, though."

"I'll bet it is, yeah," Lance replied. Supportive, not sarcastic. For the record.

"Like, have I been having Thoughts about guys since I hit puberty, and, what, I never noticed?" I added, "Or is this just a new thing that popped up one day, like I just couldn't ignore how hot guys can be any longer?" Lance chuckled at that.

"I don't think that's how it works, but I'm not an expert on the subject, I'm not into girls," he joked. "But hey, seriously, if you think you're bi, that's awesome. And if you're mistaken, that's awesome too." He actually turned towards me, pausing in his stirring to put one hand on my shoulder.

"Just so's we're clear: you're my brother, and I love you, and nothing like that is ever going to change that." I felt a rush of wholesome energy run through me.

"Thanks, Lance... that means a lot to me," I murmured, and they weren't just words. I mean, I'd kinda figured a gay guy wouldn't be likely to react poorly, but it was the first time I'd ever told anyone, and it had been a very intimidating task.

Leaning back, I sighed, rubbing my forehead. That had gone about as well as could be expected, but I still had many questions.

"It's just a lot to take in, eh? I wish this stuff came with an instruction manual or something," I said, "Like, is gaydar really a thing? How do I know if a guy would be, ah, receptive if I asked him out?"

"Sorry, that's a myth," Lance said with a smirk, as he turned back to his cooking, "I mean, you can get a feel for it, sure, but unless the guy actually mentions being into dudes, you're never sure until you ask." I chuckled at that.

"Figures." Something suddenly occurred to me, and my heart rate noticeably climbed. "Hey, uh, how do you figure out if you're a top or a bottom?" I asked, putting everything I had into sounding casual, "Is that one of those things you just need experience in?" I left out 'also, which one are you, so I can try to be the other'. But to my surprise, Lance shrugged awkwardly, and for just a moment there, I thought he was gonna tell me he was remaining chaste until marriage or something. Then I remembered the tree...

"Uhh... Actually, I don't know," he admitted, "Don't normally talk about this stuff, but, ah, I'm actually vers." I blinked.

"What?"

"It's short for 'versatile', means I like topping and bottoming, so I can just adapt to my partners' preferences, go with the flow... not that I don't have my own preferences, I'm just saying."

I was a little embarrassed by just how disappointed I was that I didn't have an easy answer to that question, that I couldn't just declare myself the opposite of whatever Lance was... God, I really would say yes if he offered, wouldn't I? I swallowed a whimper and looked down at my feet, at least until I heard a murble of concern, and glanced up to see that Lance was looking at me again.

"Hey, something eating you, Troy?" he asked, gently. I sighed, imagining how quickly that concern would evaporate if he knew what I'd just been thinking.

"I don't know, it's all just... really complicated, eh? I mean, even without thinking about all those assholes who'd suddenly want me dead for liking guys, there's kind of a lot to think about."

"You mean worry about," he corrected, gently. When I made a face, he shrugged and put on the thinnest of smiles. "Hey, I know you, little brother." After a moment, he added "It'll be okay, just you wait. I bet I can help in the short term, though... chili's done!" He started ladling the steaming stew into thick plastic bowls. They had a few nicks and scrapes on them, which suggested to me why he was using them instead of something like ceramic bowls. He warned me that it would be way too hot to eat at first, and we... just started talking about TV shows we'd been watching. Honestly, it was nice having a normal moment with Lance, just chatting about nothing important and feeling like a pair of ordinary brothers. I could still feel that tension inside, but it was easier to relax than I'd expected. We just sat together, talking about movies, and sports, and girls - and guys! - and it was nice and laid-back. When the chili wasn't quite as molten-hot, we began to eat, and... well, it was leftovers from a meal we'd already had, so we already knew it was good, but it was still really nice, and it definitely hit the spot after setting up the tent and going on a short hike.

"Yes, that's it, keep your energy up, you're going to need it soon..."

"I'm not entirely sure it's healthy to be that into this..."

As the fire began to die down, and the light began to dim, Lance stood, still eating, and without missing a beat, he retrieved an LED lantern I hadn't even noticed tucked behind the log he was sitting on. That lit up the area quite a bit more than the fire had, but as much as it was more clinical and cold than firelight, I'd definitely take it over sitting in the dark. By the time we polished off the chili, I was feeling comfortably full, and the tension I'd felt regarding Lance all night felt so distant as to barely be there. Clearly that meant I'd just been overthinking things. I had almost convinced myself of that, in fact, when Lance turned to me to say something, only to smirk.

"Hey, you got a little something on you there," he murmured, leaning over, "Here, let me help you with that..." Before I could react, he reached over and gently cupped my face.

I think I yelped quietly, but Lance didn't seem to notice, and he just started rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I shivered, and immediately felt myself blushing, but he just kept rubbing.

"Hmm, you really got the sauce soaked into your fur here, hold still..." My hand twitched, and I had to fight the urge to reach up to grab his arm. Suddenly my heart was racing and I felt... I felt strange. My big brother's hand was large and warm on my cheek, and I couldn't stop shivering as his thumb played back and forth across the side of my muzzle, along my jaw. I swallowed a whimper, feeling my ears lowering submissively, and found myself pressing my cheek against Lance's hand. He seemed a little surprised, but he just smiled and kept working at the stubborn tufts of fur. I felt... honestly, it was a little hard to describe, all kinds of emotions flying through my mind at random, thoughts coming too fast to understand, I was so confused. I thought... I thought he was about to kiss me, again, but that wasn't even what made me freeze up. All I knew was that Lance's hand on my cheek didn't feel like he was getting chili sauce out of my fur, it felt like a gentle caress, and I never wanted it to stop. If we'd been standing up instead of sitting down... God, I just wanted to melt into his embrace, to feel those thick arms holding me, those rough lips against my own, his hand entwining with mine... I closed my eyes, my mind reeling as all the pieces moved into place, the picture finally clearing up. I didn't just want to fuck my big brother.

I was in love with him.

"Meep!"

"...Did you just go 'meep'?"

"I'm sorry, I just - Eeeeee! I love this kind of thing! The most forbidden love! The most taboo attraction! It's so exciting!"

"I guess you're not the only one learning about a friend today..."

No sooner had this stunning revelation entered focus before Lance's hand suddenly pulled away, and I nearly tipped over leaning in the direction where his hand had been.

"There we go, nice and clean," he said, giving my face a playful pat. He sat up straight again and gazed down into the embers of the fire, sighing contentedly. I'd been unable to keep a whimper entirely contained when he pulled his hand away, but I couldn't tell if he'd noticed, I was still somewhat reeling. How the hell had this happened? When, exactly, had I fallen in love with a family member?! It was as I was struggling fruitlessly to try and pinpoint things that I realized I was purring, that Lance certainly would have noticed while he was cleaning me up. God, how embarrassing, if we were any other species of big cat, it wouldn't have been an issue, and Lance wouldn't have known how much I enjoyed that, but noooooo, we had to be the one that can still purr. I never thought I'd say it, but I missed the days when I just thought Lance was sexy...

I just kinda sat there for a while in the quiet, helplessly lost in my thoughts, before I heard Lance yawn and stretch (and believe me, cats know how to stretch).

"Man, I'm beat," he sighed, "But it's been a good day... Thanks for spending it with me, Troy." I smiled weakly and shot him a thumbs-up.

"Yeah, thanks, it's been fun," I managed. My brother groaned slightly as he stood up, brushing off his pants.

"Alright, I think it's about time to turn in," Lance said, reaching for the lantern, "You coming, or should I leave this with you?" I thought about it. As much as I dreaded being alone with Lance in the enclosed tent, I told myself that at least we'd be separately sealed in our sleeping bags, and maybe all these confusing feelings would make a little more sense after a good night's sleep.

"No, I - I'm coming too," I replied, getting up to follow as he kicked sand onto the embers of the fire, extinguishing them. As we walked the short distance from the firepit to the tent, I silently vowed to bury these shameful feelings deep down inside, to make sure Lance never found out, lest he cut me out of his life in disgust...

"I'll bet you'll be burying something deep inside..."

I meekly followed Lance into the tent, wondering distantly if I'd ever be able to make eye contact with him again. I lingered behind to zip up the door-flap, being careful to keep my tail away this time, as nice as it had felt when Lance kissed it. When I turned around, Lance had just finished unrolling his sleeping bag, and he was reaching up to unbutton his shirt. I swallowed very nervously as the golden brown fur that covered his muscular chest came into view. Realizing I was staring, I quickly tore my eyes away from my brother and instead stepped out of my shoes and hurried over to my own sleeping bag. I did feel a little nervous as I untied the cords wrapped around it, though, worrying what my dreams might be like after the day's revelations. That kind of went out the proverbial window, admittedly, as soon as I started unrolling my sleeping bag.

"Oh - oh, shit!" I blurted out, leaning back. Lance's ears perked up, and as he shrugged his shirt off (give me strength...), he looked over, concerned.

"What's wrong?" he said, and I turned towards him and held the sleeping bag up to the light, so he could see the large patches of black covering the bag where it had been rolled up.

"The hell is this?" I asked, frowning. He stepped closer and made a face.

"Fuck, that's mould," he said, with a sigh, "The last time I used one of the bags was when when I went white-water rafting last fall, I remember it got wet. I assumed it would dry out, but it must have gotten mouldy down in the basement." He raised a hand to his forehead and made a noise of frustration.

"I'm sorry, Troy, you can't sleep in that, inhaling that shit could make you sick."

I swallowed a whimper of anxiety at those words, and my brain helpfully conjured up the idea of suddenly getting right up in Lance's business, nuzzling against that chest of his, and whispering that's okay, big brother, we'll just have to share a sleeping bag. Embarrassed, and slightly annoyed at how horny my subconscious seemed to be, I shoved that ridiculous thought out of my mind.

"Hey, i-it's alright," I said, trying to sound confident of that, "I'll just, uh, lie on that mat I was gonna put under the bag, and cover myself with my jacket." Dropping into a squat next to me and examining the mould up close, Lance frowned.

"Hmmm, I don't think I can let you do that," he said. I lowered my ears, thinking I could see where he was going with it.

"Oh come on, don't give up your sleeping bag for me," I insisted, "I grabbed the thing without checking, I'll be the cold one."

"Not what I meant," Lance said, shaking his head. "It gets really cold up here in the hills at night, we can't just leave one of us to freeze..."

"So what do we do?" I replied, "Drive into town and buy some bleach?" That was like a fifteen minute drive, I meant that semi-sarcastically. But Lance just shook his head again, and gently patted me on the shoulder in a vaguely reassuring manner.

"No... no, I guess you'll just have to join me in my sleeping bag, little brother."

You ever see one of those jokes in movies where someone looks calm externally, but then it zooms way in on their eyes, and it shows their brain as, like, a control centre full of little people, and there are red lights flashing and people screaming and running around, and stuff on fire... That's kinda how I felt at that moment, panicked and scared and weirdly kinda turned on and hopelessly, hopelessly confused on the inside - but totally still and quiet on the outside.

"...Oh," was all I said, and then I tried again, and yet still only managed "Oh." My head was spinning as Lance stood up and returned to his side of the room, and when the lightheadedness passed, I looked up and found my studly big brother stepping out of his pants. I could tell he'd been going back to the gym since the lockdowns ended, sweet mercy did he look good... but that was part of why I was silently screaming, so it was hard to enjoy.

"Are you serious?" I finally managed, "Both of us, squeezed in there at once? Won't we overheat, or suffocate, or something?"

"Nah, nah, it'll be fine," Lance replied, waving dismissively with the hand that wasn't taking off his socks, "These things are really big so they'll fit anybody, it might be a little tight, but we'll be fine." God, he was serious, he actually wanted me to climb into an insulated tube with him while we were both in our underwear, and he expected me to fall asleep like that? I was already afraid I was going to get a hard-on and Lance would realize my lust for him, and I hadn't even taken my shirt off yet!

Swallowing, I looked down at the plastic floor and slowly began to unbuckle my belt with lightly trembling hands. Was I really going to do this? M-maybe I could talk him into letting me sleep in the car, it'll be fine, I'll just run the heater for a little while first... Oh God, I wish. I took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm myself. I was being crazy, letting my thoughts run away with me. I mean, it was going to be awkward, b-but this was Lance I was talking about!

"Nothing's going to happen," I breathed to myself, so that only I could hear, "He'd never start anything with me..." I shivered, but I wasn't sure if it was because it was definitely getting cool without the fire to warm me up, out of anxiety, or from anticipation. A part of me was ecstatic about the idea of spending the night pressed up against Lance, but most of me was just about terrified.

'I'm definitely going to get hard,' I fretted, silently, 'What the hell do I do then?!' Tensing up, feeling my mind racing, I recognized that I was panicking. This time, I forced myself to focus on my breathing, silently counting the seconds I held my deep breaths to help distract myself from my fearful thoughts. I was still pretty anxious, under the circumstances, but I managed to get my clothes off without whimpering out loud.

Standing up in my boxers, feeling more exposed than I could ever remember feeling before, I manually willed my ears to stay upright and my tail to stay out from between my legs. I turned to find Lance had already climbed in the sleeping bag, and had unzipped the side to make it easier to join him. I was half expecting him to - jokingly - be posed like 'one of your French girls' on top of the bag, to make a joke out of it, but he was already inside, and as I looked over, he lifted his head to look at me. I'd thought I felt his eyes on me as I was getting undressed, but it seemed he'd been getting ready for sleep.

"Come on in, the water's fine," he said with the slightest grin, and lowered his head again, "Just get the lantern first, wouldja?" He'd hung it from the little plastic loop in the centre of the ceiling, where the support rods came together. I'd wondered what that was for, thinking maybe you tug on it when you're done camping and it would all come apart or something. Just a hook to hang stuff on made much more sense than collapsing a tent on yourself, I thought. Swallowing, I reached up and took the lantern down from the hook, carrying the light source over to the clean bag and setting it down on the floor next to it.

Then, taking one more deep breath for good luck, I slowly knelt down and lifted the top of the bag up, shivering as my brother's body was exposed.

"S-so I just, uh, climb in?" I asked, feeling foolish. A not-inconsequential part of me was worried that I was so tense I wouldn't be able to sleep at all, and I'd just be lying there in the dark for hours with Lance pressed up against me.

"Just like you'd do with one that didn't have me in it," he replied, and then, "You alright, Troy?" He was frowning slightly, so I got a move on, laying down my leg on the thin strip of cloth between the zipper and Lance's body and nervously lowering myself into the bag. I tried to lie on my side, facing Lance, who was on his back, but no sooner had I done this before he reached around me, put his hand on the back of my shoulder, and pulled me forward so I flopped over, halfway lying against him! I inhaled sharply as he murmured 'scuze me', casually reaching past me to grab the zipper. I realized that he'd just been making sure we'd fit, and not, as I'd momentarily thought, pulling me against him so he could have his wicked way with me. I couldn't believe how warm he was... I shivered as Lance pulled the zipper up, and I felt the bag constrict slightly around us, pressing me just a little bit tighter against my big brother's body. I then realized that Lance could feel me shivering against him, and I couldn't help but whimper out loud.

To my chagrin, Lance chuckled at that.

"You're so nervous," he observed, casually, "What's the problem? No room for Jesus?" Caught off-guard, I snickered.

"I'm, uh, just a bit anxious," I admitted, but then deflected. "I mean, you're the first person I've even told I was bi-curious, I've n-never shared a bed with another guy before..."

"Hey, you've got nothing to worry about," Lance assured me, patting me on the shoulder, "This is a sleeping bag, not a bed!" I smiled at that, but I was more than a little distracted. I just couldn't find a place to put my hands, I kept finding supple, toned muscles! I tried to adjust my position, but there was only so much room in the sleeping bag, and to make matters worse, it was amazing. Lance's fur was so soft, and I longed to just give in and run my fingers through it, to trace the lines of his musculature, to start squeezing and groping. Plus, those boxers he was wearing lay tight against his thighs, hugging the contours of his body, so despite the seriousness and stress of the situation, the reference played in my head unbidden; 'It feels like he's wearing nothing at all! Nothing at all! Nothing at all!' It didn't help that my penis was pressed directly against his leg, and I felt like it was just a matter of time before I got hard and he realized my perversion, no matter how scared I was.

Lance reached a hand out of the sleeping bag and stretched out to the lantern.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I lied, and he pushed the button, dropping the room into darkness. I immediately tried taking deep breaths and thinking unsexy thoughts, but I quickly realized that every breath I took in the bag was full of Lance's natural scent, and that this potent, enticing musk was a real turn-on.

'Jesus fucking Christ, he even smells good!' I wailed silently, 'God, why couldn't I be adopted or something...' Giving in still felt really tempting, part of me longed to bend down and fill my lungs with his masculine scent, to run my hands over every inch of my brother's body (possibly followed by doing the same thing with my lips, I wasn't sure yet), but I struggled desperately against these twisted desires. It was rather difficult, though, when they made up all my thoughts. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to hear his pleasured noises, have him wring mine out of me... Out of nowhere, I was suddenly acutely aware that I hadn't masturbated that day.

I couldn't help it, I'd woken up crazy early and then spent every waking moment in Lance's presence, so now, slightly backed up, I could already feel myself getting turned on just from breathing his scent. Maybe I should have rubbed one off when I went to relieve myself during dinner... but that just made me imagine Lance surprising me, offering to help me with that problem... I startled, catching up to my thoughts. How could fantasies be getting in now?! But it seemed to be too late, as when I tried to push that fantasy out of my mind, another one immediately slid into its place, a very similar daydream from when I'd been beating off in the bathroom after running into Lance 0.4 seconds after leaving my room the other day.

"Wait a minute! Hold up, Troy, I thought you said you dealt with that boner by taking a cold shower!"

"Actually, you suggested it was a cold shower, and I just went 'mmm'. That doesn't mean yes."

"The... You... But... Ugh, fine, 'you are technically correct, the best kind of correct'."

So I was just lying there, quietly hyperventilating, growing more and more Lance-addled with every breath, cruelly denying myself the opportunity to caress my brother's perfect body, and you know, it just wasn't a very conducive environment to sleep. Frankly, I'm not sure how I wasn't stiff already... But after just lying there like this for somewhere between twenty minutes and a hundred million years (it was hard to tell in the dark), I heard Lance sigh, and I was certain he was about to kick me out of the bag, if only so he could get some sleep.

"You're so tense," Lance observed, just a hint of a scold in his voice, "Just take deep breaths and try to relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax, little brother." I was already planning a rather rude retort when I felt one of Lance's big, broad hands move to my shoulder, and before I could say a single word, he began to rub my back, slowly dragging his hand up and down across my pelt. I shuddered heavily and whimpered.

"Oh... Oh, Lance..." I whispered, hopelessly confused. How could something I wanted so badly feel so shameful? Why couldn't it just be okay that I loved him?

"Shhh, it's alright..." Lance whispered back as I began to purr. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to just let go of all that stress that had been pressing down on me for so long that I could barely even remember what life had felt like without the weight of the world on my shoulders. I wanted to think sexy thoughts without feeling immensely guilty again. And most of all, I wanted my big brother.

I hadn't realized it in the moment, but I'd actually been growing more tense as I lay there against Lance, actively coiling up my muscles rather than just lying there feeling stressed. And as all that noise in my head reached a crescendo, as all the fear and longing and warmth and desire and shame and excitement and confusion started shouting so loudly I couldn't hear myself think, I suddenly found myself overwhelmed by a massive urge to act without thinking. Before I knew what was happening, much faster than my stress-addled mind could actually follow in the heat of the moment, I pulled my legs under me and shoved myself forward, finding Lance's head in the dark with my hands, laying both of them along his jawline to centre my target as I leaned in close and kissed him.

Lance made an alarmed noise against my lips and I felt him tense up as well, but my heart was suddenly going like a jackhammer, my blood was roaring through my veins, and it was loud enough to drown out all the alarms and common sense that were trying to get through, so I just whimpered and kept improvising, just sort of... suckling on his lips. And then... and then I felt the tip of Lance's tongue poking at my own lips, and a shudder ran from the tops of my ears all the way down my spine to the end of my tail as Lance began to kiss me back. I moaned eagerly, even as the confusion inside me got more than a little louder. But now wasn't the time to wonder why the actual fuck my big brother was returning the kiss, now was the time to take the opportunity to French like I'd never Frenched before!

Our tongues coiled and twined around each other as we kissed deeply and enthusiastically. Functionally, it was about the same as kissing a girl, but making out with another guy still felt so different, even aside from the part where it was my own brother! I shivered as I felt Lance's hand, which had frozen on my back, begin to move again, sliding up my back and onto my neck. Soon he was tenderly cupping the back of my head, his fingertips lightly scratching between my ears, and I couldn't get enough of it. I wished I could watch my hands wandering his chest, tracing the muscles, watching him twitch and react to my touch, but alas, I could not watch without breaking off the kiss, and that was something I was not yet willing to do. What's more, I'd have to wait for dawn, since it was still pitch-black in there. I supposed I could also ask Lance to turn the light back on, but again, that would require the kissing stop. Purring loud and strong, no longer caring if Lance knew how much he was turning me on, how much I loved him, I adjusted my position to make the kissing easier and more comfortable. Instead of just leaning against Lance's side, I climbed atop him on all fours, feeling just a little possessive about his muscular body. As I moved, my penis brushed against his thigh through our respective underwear. That's when I realized I was hard. And that's when I realized he was hard.

I moaned the instant I felt his hard-on brush my pelvis, there was absolutely no mistaking the rigid pressure against me, the primal warmth I could feel through two layers of clothes. Lance had an erection. Lance was stiff because of me. He was getting turned on because he wanted me back! God, I wanted to touch his cock... I'd never been with another guy before, but I found I really, really wanted to go down on Lance, to find out what he tasted like. That dream where he came in my mouth returned to my mind, and this time I just shuddered with pleasure instead of feeling ashamed. The idea of sucking my brother's dick was such a turn-on that I didn't notice when he let go of my head, at least not until both his hands took a firm grip of my ass. Lance began to squeeze and massage my butt. At first I was embarrassed, self-conscious, no one had ever paid much attention to my ass. But because it was Lance, I soon began to enjoy the sensation of his firm, calloused hands groping and fondling me, especially since the pressure pushed my pelvis against his body, squeezing our engorged penises together. I heard a zipper going in the dark, and a tickle of cool air against my suddenly heated pelt made me realize Lance had opened the bag, probably so we didn't sweat ourselves to death while furtively enjoying a scandalously incestuous make-out session.

I whimpered with the strength of my desire for Lance, but I was pretty sure my hands and lips were doing a good job of expressing it to him. I was still wildly, absolutely confused why he was immediately kissing me back, but I wasn't about to check this particular gift horse's teeth. At the moment, I was more interested in his fingers, which had continued to massage my butt. One of them brushed across my anus, and I shivered, feeling it clench reflexively and my tail flick towards my head. I wondered if he could feel that, and got my answer when he reversed directions and teased his finger back across my asshole. I resisted the urge to moan again, suddenly self-conscious about how much I'd liked that, and was quietly relieved when Lance went back to squeezing and groping my cheeks. At least with one hand, anyway, the other went to the base of my tail, where he began playing the tips of his claws across the underside of the twitching limb. I found myself pushing my ass against his hands, immensely turned on by this impromptu rump massage. Playing with the base of my tail wasn't exactly subtle, as far as feline signals went: he wanted me, bad. Normally, the guy would tease the girl that way... did that mean Lance wanted to fuck me? I shuddered as he kept toying with me, and suddenly knew, deep down inside, that I would absolutely be on board with that.

"If it seems like this is history's longest kiss, it kinda felt like that, too."

"I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything..."

"I just... I was really, really afraid that when we stopped, we would never do it again."

"Hey, you don't have to justify yourself to me. This stuff is confusing, I get it."

As if me realizing I would be down to let my brother under my tail was some kind of signal, Lance chose that moment to unsnap the fastener that held my underwear on around my tail, and began to slide my boxers down. I whimpered into his lips and lifted my ass a bit, making it easier for Lance to steal the last article of clothing I had left. As he did this, I boldly mirrored him, reaching down and feeling around for the waistband of Lance's boxers (read: fondled his abs until I found his shorts), then hooking my thumbs under it. After freeing his tail the same way, I felt Lance lift his hips from the bottom of the sleeping bag, allowing me to deprive my big brother of his underwear. There was a little bit of slightly silly wiggling as we tried to get each other's boxers all the way off without breaking off the kiss. There may have been some giggling, and we definitely pushed the top flap of the sleeping bag off, but by this point we'd gotten so heated we barely noticed.

Once we'd finally kicked our underwear away, I found myself on all fours over Lance, his arms loosely around my shoulders. They didn't stay there long, though, as his hands trailed down my back, coming to rest firmly on my hips, where they began none-too-subtly pulling me down towards my brother's muscular body. I didn't think much of this until the part where I gasped aloud, jerking back a bit in shock. You see, as I began to settle down on top of Lance again, I felt my prick, which by this point was as rigid as a steel girder, press against my brother's once more. It felt, ah... quite a bit different without our underwear in the way. When I instinctively tried to pull back a little in surprise, I felt Lance push me back down to maintain that contact between our dicks. I moaned and began trembling, I couldn't help it, it was all so exciting, and nerve-wracking, and embarrassing, and so, so fucking good...

I'd never touched another guy's penis before. Well, actually my brothers and I had poked at each other when we were little kids, but I'd definitely never touched another guy's cock while it was hard before. And I wasn't even doing it with my hands, but with my own dick! It was still pitch-black in the tent, I couldn't see anything except for my phone, sitting in airplane mode on the floor of the tent, and the faint, green glow-in-the-dark circle surrounding the on/off button on Lance's lantern. Clever bit of design, that, on a side note. But my point is, without being able to see any of what was going on, all I had to go on was the physical sensations, which made it so, so much more erotic, more sensual. Lance's cock was thick and girthy, and just as hard as mine. It was so hot, too! I guess I never realized how warm my penis gets when I'm horny, probably because the rest of my body heats up the same amount. Lance let go of one of my hips, but kept the other hand in place, clearly not wanting this moment to stop. I felt his free hand closing around the base of my tail, he just sort of held it rather firmly for a while. That wasn't exactly a social signal or anything, but it definitely made me feel wanted. He gave my tailbase a squeeze, and I whimpered with arousal, shuddering as I felt my dick throb involuntarily against Lance's... and my big brother's dick throbbing back.

I'd never felt so fucking horny in my life, I was so full of desire I wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"L-Lance..." I whispered, wondering how in the hell I was going to address any of this, but he leaned in and licked the side of the front of my muzzle. I almost laughed; he used to do that when we were children because I hate when my whiskers get damp.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Troy..." he whispered, his voice soft and calm, "Just relax, enjoy yourself, and do what comes natural..." With that, he slowly moved in and kissed me again. Those were the only proper words we exchanged from the beginning of this to the end.

As Lance's tongue returned to my mouth, I moaned softly, feeling my ears lowering submissively. I hadn't the slightest idea why Lance was instantly on board with defying the incest taboo, but with how stressed I'd been about all this, and with how hard my dick was, I was willing to just go with it and take his advice. He'd let go of my tail while whispering to me, and now I felt his fingers closing around both of our pricks, squeezing them together before loosening his grip. I felt myself throb in his hand again, and distantly wondered if my cock was drooling pre-come onto his. The idea was a major turn-on, which I quietly made note of for future reference... and maybe a few PornHub searches.

The fear had been ebbing for a while, finally dying out completely when I heard Lance's reassurances. Now I found that I was okay with the many confusing questions rattling around in my head. All that mattered was this moment, here with Lance. With both of us purring up a storm, the middle of nowhere didn't feel nearly as lonely as it had before. I loved the feeling of his hand firmly holding our cocks together as we kissed, made me wonder how tight it would feel if Lance wanted to bottom after all. I guess I was so lost in the, the sensuality of it all that I kind of missed the point of what he was doing. At least until he 'helpfully' demonstrated by catching me off-guard, poking an extended claw against my rump, giving my right cheek quite the pinch. I yelped and instinctively moved away from the feeling as quickly as I could, which in this case meant I blindly thrust my hips forward. Lance kept his hand in place, so I felt both his fingers and his dick rub against my own as I moved to avoid his claw. I wanted to be annoyed at him, but I couldn't help but moan at the sensation. Hell, by now, I was so turned on, the feline pain-for-pleasure trigger had been switched, so even the poke from his claw had mostly felt overwhelming, rather than painful... Growling quietly, I pulled my hips back cautiously, shuddering despite myself as my tool slid through my brother's grasp again. When I didn't find his claw still waiting for me, I relaxed a little and kept moving, humping against Lance's dick as his firm grip kept our hard, straining cocks in constant contact.

God, it felt so fucking good... I tried, desperately, to keep my voice contained, to hide my embarrassing cries of pleasure from Lance, but I'd barely known that this was an option, that frottage even existed, so I was completely unprepared for it, and it was only about ten seconds before I couldn't help but cry out again, letting out a long, pleasured "Ohhhhhhhhhh..." It was almost immediately after that that two things happened in rapid succession. One was that the texture of our frottage, the actual feeling of our cocks rubbing against each other, began to change, and I realized our dicks were getting slick with my hot, wet pre. The other was that I heard Lance quietly chuckle, and I pouted in the dark for a moment before kissing him to shut him up.

By now, Lance was rolling his hips with opposite timing, increasing the delicious friction between our drooling cocks going forwards and backwards. I felt his free hand return to my ass, this time with all claws firmly retracted. He briefly rubbed the spot he had poked before, as if apologizing to my butt, but it didn't take long before Lance's fingers slipped under my tail. I stirred slightly as his fingertips brushed over my anus, felt it clench reflexively against his probing digits as my tail flicked. I'd found it thrilling when he teased me there with my boxers on, but it was so much more exciting naked! No one else had ever touched me there before, and I was no longer surprised to realize I wanted him to keep going. I was having a lot of firsts that night, and I suspected I wasn't done yet.

Other than immediately missing the stimulation, I didn't think much of it when Lance's fingers lifted away from my ass. I lost track of his free hand for about thirty seconds there, but I just focused on the kiss, on the interplay between our tongues, and maintaining this rhythm of thrusting we'd built between the two of us. I barely even noticed when the hand returned to my rump, brushing my tail aside with the backs of his fingers. I did take note when I felt Lance's middle finger and thumb spreading my cheeks just a little, but before - well, anything, really, less than a second later, I felt Lance's index finger press directly against my anus again, but this time, it was coated in some kind of gel, which he immediately began smearing into my tight ring. I made a shocked, mildly alarmed noise against Lance's lips, thinking distantly that it was the sort of noise that gets subtitled as just a question mark and an exclamation point in anime.

"Wait wait wait wait wait! Hold on!"

"What's the problem?"

"Are you telling me that's some kind of lubricant? Lance brought lube to go camping? With his own brother?"

"Uhhh... yes?"

"Well, where had he been hiding it? How was it right there within arm's reach when you were in the sleeping bag? How did he find it in the dark with one hand?"

"I... I don't know! I was so turned on, I didn't question it!"

"...You know what, I believe you. That sounds pretty reasonable."

I tensed up from head to toe, shocked. We hadn't talked about anything like this (obviously), and I wasn't sure what to do. It didn't feel bad, per se, just strange and unfamiliar. I had just about decided to stop the kiss and ask Lance what was up when he seemed to sense my confusion and made the decision for me. I arched my back in shock as he suddenly pressed down, hard, the ring of muscles managing to resist only for a second or two before surrendering, spreading wide around the probing digit. Shuddering, I groaned shamelessly as my big brother's thick finger pushed deep into my asshole, smearing the lube inside me. Now this, this was really new. I'd touched my own ass before, out of curiosity, but I'd never tried fingering myself, so I had nothing to compare to the experience of Lance's finger wiggling around inside me. The moment he pushed in to the knuckle, I mewled with pleasure, feeling my ass clenching down on his finger. Even I could tell I was tight. He held it there, just for a heartbeat, and then he pulled it most of the way back out and began to finger me properly, working it in and out of my virgin ass. Lance leaned in and licked my nose, then began to nuzzle against my cheek. Unable to deny the pleasure spreading from beneath my tail, I buried my face against his neck and moaned, long and loud. Every muscle in my body relaxed as I slumped against my brother, giving in to my desires and letting him have his way with my rump while I began to grind our cocks together again.

For the first time, Lance churred to me, and I whimpered with pleasure; it made it feel more like he saw me as his lover, and less like he was unexpectedly cool with fucking his little brother. I had a feeling the truth was somewhere in between, though...

'Okay, it's official,' I suddenly thought, as my dick throbbed against Lance's, 'I am definitely bi.' I mean, there hadn't been much doubt before, but certainty was nice to note. I tried to keep thrusting the way I had been, but with the strangeness wearing off, that finger teasing my rear was feeling better and better by the second. I couldn't help but roll my hips, push back against his finger, offering myself to him and wanting to feel it deeper inside me. It took a moment to adjust our rhythm, but we managed to compensate for this, and it was delicious. Every once in a while, he'd brush his finger over my prostate, and I'd moan, whether into a kiss, his shoulder, or just the cool night air, knowing no one could hear me. I could feel my cock lightly pulsing every so often, and I knew this wouldn't be lasting much longer. Distantly, I wondered if Lance was going to add a second finger. I wondered if I wanted Lance to add a second finger. Being with a guy was so new, so exciting, but still so confusing, too. And of course, the longer it went on, the harder it became to think clearly. God, he smelled so fucking good...

I kind of lost myself in Lance's arms, in the pleasure we were bringing each other. I'm... not actually sure how long we spent like that, kissing and grinding and shuddering against each other, bringing each other closer and closer to the releases we were already dying to reach, yet fighting off with everything we had. I could have stayed in that moment forever, where nothing mattered except the feeling of my hard, twitching cock rubbing against my big brother's, and the feeling of his finger steadily working in and out of my asshole, which couldn't stop clenching down from the pleasure as he found sensitive spots I'd been unaware I even had. But eventually, I knew the end was in sight, felt like the dam was about to burst. I opened my mouth to warn Lance, in case he didn't want to deal with the mess, but I froze, suddenly overcome by the insanity of warning my own brother that I was about to nut on his finely-sculpted abs. Shuddering with the strength of the ecstasy I was holding back, feeling like my dick was about to burst, I whimpered with arousal and girded myself to say something, to not just come all over him out of nowhere like a selfish chump. But at the very moment my lips parted, Lance's lips were suddenly there again, and his talented tongue had wrapped itself around mine before it had shaped a single word. Surprised, I passively went along with it, kissing him back, but he chose that moment to begin rubbing his fingertip quite energetically against my prostate, teasing back and forth over the spot again and again. At the same moment, he gave our cocks a squeeze, and I was done for.

I tensed up from ears to tail as my orgasm overpowered me. Trembling, I let out a high-pitched gasp, and then a long, low moan, directly into the kiss, as my prick began to throb and spasm. I grunted and whimpered as hot, creamy jism spurted out into the night. It was dark, I was kissing Lance, and my eyes were closed, but I couldn't help but imagine myself painting my brother's beautiful body with long, ropey strands of mountain lion semen as this unimaginable pleasure filled my body. I felt my asshole squeezing down on Lance's finger in time with the pulsing of my dick, and felt the texture of the frottage change again as my come, thicker and gooier than the pre, oozed between our cocks. Suddenly, I felt a shudder ripple through Lance's body, and before I could even think about what it meant, he tensed up beneath me, breaking off our kiss with a rather loud yowl of bliss. It took me a moment to realize that I could now feel Lance's hard-on pulsing against mine, and I moaned again, softer this time, insanely turned on by the incestuous situation as much as the sensation of our spurting cocks flexing and twitching against each other, like we were sharing our climaxes with each other.

Finally, after one of the longest, most potent releases I could ever remember having, it was over. Dizzy and tired, but not wanting to just flop down into the mess, I pushed myself upright into a sitting position and panted, feeling like I'd totally drained my balls. Lance's hand remained gently cupping my ass, his finger still buried inside me, unmoving. I made no effort to remove it, finding that I rather liked the sensation.

"Holy fuck..." I whispered, rubbing the sweat out of my forehead fur. There came a click, and suddenly the tent was filled with a blinding light. I flinched and blinked my eyes rapidly until they adjusted with the usual feline haste, finally managing to focus on Lance, who had reached over to the side and turned the lantern back on. I knew it was a good idea to bring that to the bag...

A strange sensation washed over me as I looked down upon Lance. It wasn't like I was surprised, technically I found exactly what I expected: Lance Belmont, lying atop an open sleeping bag, naked as the day he was born, his toned abdomen heavily coated in wet, glistening jism. But in practice, it was like actually seeing the evidence with my eyes made it all so much more real somehow: I'd just tried frottage with my big brother, and it lead to a shaking, toe-curling orgasm I still felt weak from. We'd crossed a line, committed incest, and now...? Now, I had no idea. I couldn't help but remember that dream I'd had the other day, about the the public shower booth. My own lusty cries echoed silently in my ears.

'Make me come, big brother! Make me come!'

Well, now he had, and we needed to talk about it.

The smell of semen in the air was so strong, it was making it a little hard to concentrate. I found that I kinda liked it, this time.

"Oh... oh man..." I whispered, unable to take my eyes off the mess. God, there was so much come... I knew it was from both of us, but visually, semen is semen, so it just looked like Lance had blown an absolutely enormous load. I shivered slightly at the mental image of my brother nutting so prodigiously all over himself. I finally tore my gaze off of the jism, but it was only so I could put it on Lance's cock. It was slowly deflating, of course, but half-mast was the hardest I'd ever seen it. I watched a droplet of leftover seed drool out from his tip, and caught myself about to lick my lips. Man, my priorities were out of whack... Moving my gaze up to about Lance's sternum, I found I couldn't bring myself to meet my brother's eyes after ejaculating all over him in the heat of the moment.

"L-Lance, I... I don't know what to say..." I murmured, too overwhelmed and confused to be afraid.

"Well, I do," he replied, calmly, "So how about it, Troy? Was it good for you?"

Surprised, I almost looked up into his eyes, but I stubbornly kept staring at the tufts of sweaty golden fur over his heart.

"Are y- was that a joke?" I asked, "No, really, how can that be the first thing you ask me after - after that!" He chuckled, and I realized his tail was slowly flopping back and forth on the bag next to him; he was relaxed and content.

"I don't understand, I kissed you out of nowhere and you were totally into it, and then we - we got each other off, and it's like you're not even surprised!" It kinda felt like all the stress I'd felt over the last few weeks about this was suddenly returning, all at once.

"N-nothing makes any sense," I whined, "I got off with my own brother, and it was so fucking good, and I figured afterwards I was gonna break down crying with guilt or something, but I don't even regret it! It's like I - I don't even know who I am anymore!" I reached up and grabbed my head, just below my ears, with both hands. I'm gonna be honest, I was pretty close to completely freaking out.

I swallowed, my heart starting to race again for entirely different reasons, and plunged back into my rambling.

"And it doesn't help things that you're so casual, it makes me feel like I'm hallucinating all of this!" I said, my voice raised, my eyes tightly shut, as if to keep potential tears inside. The pointing, accusatory finger was implied. "I can't, I don't understand what's - oh..." I stopped, suddenly deflated, as I felt Lance's hand on my arm. I let go of my head as he began to tug, firmly and insistently. With our respective builds, struggling probably would have only resulted in my dignity escaping me, so I just submissively went along with it as the larger cougar pulled me down to lie next to him.

"You're okay," he kept whispering, "I've got you. Just breathe."

He put one muscular arm around my shoulders and held me close against his side.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so casual about this," Lance admitted, "You're right, this is kind of a big deal." He leaned in closer and nuzzled affectionately against my cheek. After a moment, I nuzzled back. I could feel that he was still purring, knew he could feel I was too. Felines actually tend to be much closer, more physically intimate with their families than many species, so this wasn't the first time Lance had nuzzled against my cheek, or even followed that maneuvre by licking my face to smooth down some errant tufts of fur. It was, however, the first time we'd been close like this naked... or with sperm all over one of us... or with one of our fingers hidden under the other one's tail. I'd actually forgotten about that in that moment of emotional panic. As if Lance had only just remembered himself, he slipped that finger free of the snug, possessive grip of my ass. I whimpered, instantly missing the sensation, as my rump clenched down reflexively. Lance moved that hand to my upper thigh and just rested it there as he met my gaze.

"All of this makes sense, Troy, I promise," he whispered, gently, giving my far shoulder a squeeze for emphasis, "But it's kind of the middle of the night, so maybe the long explanations can wait for the morning?" I lowered my ears, feeling that confusion starting to return.

"But..." I whimpered. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep with all these questions in my mind... He smiled slightly and kissed my nose.

"Okay, how about this for a preview," he said, lifting his hand from my thigh and holding up a single finger. I tried not to wonder if it was that one. "First, I wasn't surprised because I... sort of figured it out weeks ago." My face (and my ears) fell and my cheeks began to burn again.

"Wh-what?!" I blurted out, horrified. Instead of even acknowledging me, Lance held up a second finger.

"Two," he said, in the same calm tone, "I escalated things to frottage because I've thought about it, and I... I'm hot for you too." This blush was entirely different from the last one.

"And three," Lance concluded, his smile widening and growing warmer, more sensual, "I kissed you back... because I wanted to."

I shuddered, hard, unable to believe this was happening. He was looking me dead in the eye, and I could see this - this sparkle in his eyes, this warmth that I just knew was because of me. I was overwhelmed, but in a newer, funner way; in all those fearful thoughts that had kept me up nights, I had never once considered the possibility of Lance finding out... and wanting me back. A tiny, tiny part of me wanted to point out that he'd counted 'first, two, three', but there were far more important things to focus on right then than teasing him for his grammar.

"Oh, Lance..." I whispered, feeling my throat swell with emotion as I reached up to cup his face. He nuzzled against my hand as he responded.

"So, does that help enough to get some sleep before we get into the rest of it tomorrow?" he asked. Grinning self-consciously, I nodded.

"Y-yeah!" I said, enthusiastically, "I mean, wow!" He chuckled at that, clearly happy to see me more relaxed.

"Okay, I suppose we should sleep, then..." I continued, but as I started to sit up, reaching for my boxer shorts where they'd spilled out of the sleeping bag, Lance took my hand and cleared his throat.

"Mmm-hmm! I'd love to get some sleep, little brother, but since you were the one who jumped me..." As I watched, he gestured towards his abs with a playful smile.

"...Don't you think you should help clean up the mess?"

I grinned sheepishly and sat up again, turning towards the other side of the tent, where I'd left my backpack.

"Heh, sure, I've got a towel in my bag, just let me -" Lance cut me off with a whistle to grab my attention. Turning, I found a much more playful smile on his face.

"That's, ah, that's not what I was suggesting, Troy." For a moment, I just stared blankly. Then, well I'm not sure, but I'm pretty confident that my eyes bulged out a little.

"W-wait, you mean...?" I said, bashfully, unable to say the words out loud. Chuckling quietly, Lance nodded eagerly, then appeared to have second thoughts.

"Uh, unless you weren't down, I mean, I definitely wouldn't want to rush you into anything..." he added, hurriedly. Blushing fiercely, I seriously considered the question for a moment, was only about medium surprised by the answer I found, and began to lie down again.

"No, no, uh, I think I'm good. Or at least I... you know... want to try," I said, smiling self-consciously as I moved to set myself down between Lance's legs. God, every breath had me shivering, the smell of come was so strong, and this close, I could detect the private scent of my big brother's arousal pheromones, strong and musky and masculine, still clinging to his cock and balls in his sweat. But rather than lingering on his package, as much as I'd prefer to stay, I kept moving up, holding myself up over his freshly-glazed abs. Then I dared to look up at Lance one more time, shivering with lewd excitement. He was clearly still as into this as I hoped I was, so I bent back down, took a deep breath, and extended my tongue, shivering as I licked up my first sample of the still-warm jism splattered across Lance's chest and abdomen.

I'd known what to expect, even without any other experience with other guys; there isn't a dude alive who's never tasted his own come at least once, even if they tell you otherwise. Especially if they tell you otherwise. But even with certain memories of curiosity during puberty in the back of my mind, I wasn't prepared for the intensity of the moment. Just something about the fact that it wasn't just my semen, that it was a mixture of mine and Lance's, made the moment supremely erotic.

"...Huh. Not bad," I managed to say, with a shy smile. I mean, it didn't taste amazing or anything, but the surrounding details made it hot enough that I kind of enjoyed that test anyway. With that check out of the way, I bent back down and began licking at the glistening sperm, running my tongue through my brother's short, fuzzy abdominal fur and cleaning him up as best I could manage. I took my sweet time, letting my mind run away with me as I embraced the moment. Fuck, it was such a turn-on, thinking about how I'd made him nut, how his come had been cooked up in those big heavy balls, hot and fresh, just for me...

"...It's kinda making me hot right now just thinking about it."

"Down, boy, you're not done with the story yet... Though I do love the tongue bath, that's sexy."

Lance shivered, I could feel it, and he began to purr a little louder as I gathered our spilled seed up and lapped it down, feeling a little bit like a feral grooming his mate... and a lot like a pervert whose brother was as understanding as he was handsome.

"Goddamn, Troy, this is sexy as fuck..." Lance whispered, sounding oddly impressed. I tried to think of something clever to say back to him, really I did, but I was nervous about doing a good job (and because this was easily the gayest thing I'd ever done with the lights on), so in the end I just winked in what I hoped was a seductive way and went back to it.

I kept cleaning up the mess I'd helped make like a dutiful little brother, and I managed not to whimper with contentment when Lance began scratching me between the ears (no matter what he tells you). It was, strangely, the most relaxed I'd felt in a long time. I attribute this to the 'previews' Lance had given me earlier, and not to the part where I was licking jism out of my brother's fur. When I'd cleaned up the big, obvious mess, I surprised both of us by moving down and, after only hesitating for a second or two, lifting Lance's mostly-flaccid penis into my mouth.

He gasped, his hips reflexively twitching as he grabbed the soft material of the sleeping bag's inner lining in tight handfuls.

"Oh - oh fuck, T-Troy, please, it's t-too soon, I'm so fuckin' s-sensitive..." he pleaded, grabbing my shoulder. But I wasn't trying to get him hard again, I just... kinda wanted an excuse to find out what he tasted like.

"I can't believe I just told you that."

"Me neither, frankly, but it's actually okay, that's a pretty valid impulse."

I swirled my tongue around his tip, cleaning away the leftover come and shivering as the taste of my big brother's dick filled my mouth. My dear, delicious sibling moaned from the overstimulation, his tail whipping against the sleeping bag as he squirmed, and I felt his cock pulse weakly against my tongue, drooling out one last trickle of Lance's warm seed, just for me. I shuddered from head to toe, and would remember that moment in crystal clarity for years to come.

Somewhat reluctantly releasing Lance's tool, immediately determined to eventually give him head for real, I bent down, gave his scrotum a curious lick or two, and then grinned up at him.

"There you go," I said, "Clean as a whistle!" He smirked and shook his head.

"Of course," he replied, like he immediately suspected the real reason I'd done that. Chuckling to myself, I licked my lips playfully, shivered when I actually found come on my whiskers, and crawled over to lie back down next to Lance, who immediately reached out and grabbed hold of me.

"Now that I'm a little cleaner," he said, "Let's just cut to the chase a little, shall we?" He pulled me up on top of himself, and I giggled excitedly as he ran his hand down my naked back while churring to me.

"M-maybe we should put our boxers back on," I suggested, "You know, so we can get some sleep..."

"That's a great idea, little brother," he replied, earnestly, "But truth be told, I'd rather be able to fondle you."

One of his hands settled on my buttock as the other pulled the flap of the sleeping bag up and over us again. Good thing too, I was finally starting to feel the cold on my naked, sweat-damp fur. As he zipped up the bag, I reached over and grabbed the lantern, and with one last glance at Lance's face, I smiled and put the light out. I snuggled against him, taking a moment to get comfortable, and then I sighed contentedly. He lifted my chin slightly and kissed me, just for a few seconds, and I felt deliriously happy. When we broke it off, I settled back down again.

"Goodnight, Lance," I whispered, hesitating before adding "...I love you," and meaning it in a whole new way.

"Goodnight, Troy," came the reply, "I love you too." I wasn't sure which interpretation that was meant to be, but I'd take it.

Before I nodded off, I remember whispering to Lance.

"Hey... I've been dying to know..." I started, "Since, um, we're probably going to be doing The Deed in the n-nearish future, well... I've never been with a guy before, and you're vers, so... How do we decide which one of us is the top, and which one is the bottom?" A few seconds passed, and I assumed he'd fallen asleep already... at least until he laughed softly, a low rumble I could feel and hear beneath my cheek.

"Oh my dear, innocent little brother..." he murmured, running his fingers through my hair, "I'm afraid that ship has sailed."

I didn't actually know what he meant, but my cheeks began to burn immediately, as if I just instinctively knew that he was about to tease me.

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, cursing myself for stuttering.

"Well, Troy, I already gave you the test," he replied, as if that cleared it all up.

"What? What test? When?!" I said, debating with myself whether I should turn the lantern on, if only so he could see me glaring at him. On second thought, he'd also see me blushing...

"When we were kissing and rubbing our dicks together," he explained.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I retorted, "You didn't give me a test, the only time you spoke at all was - was to tell me not to speak!" He chuckled again, and I felt my ears lowering, despite myself. I wondered if I was this submissive with all guys, or just this one.

"Since you need me to spell it out for you..." he said, and then I yelped as I felt him adjust his grip on my ass, pressing his finger against my anus. The lube had mostly dried, but there was enough to let him slip his digit about an inch into my ass and wiggle it around playfully. I swallowed a whimper.

"...It wasn't exactly a verbal test, Troy."

I groaned out loud before I caught myself.

"Man, I - I didn't know that was a test, I just thought you were being kinky!" I complained.

"Well, if you knew it was a test, it wouldn't be a very good test, now, would it?" he replied, reaching out and booping me on the nose. He'd slipped his finger back out of me, his point made, but I was confident this was not that finger, if only because that hand had never actually let go of my ass. He was clearly very fond of it...

"Okay, fine, I'll bite..." I sighed, "...What are the results?" I could almost hear him smiling in triumph.

"Well, little brother," he said, benevolently, "it's not 100% accurate, but it's pretty damn good at determining a guy's preferred role. See, a top would stop me from fingering him, because he's not into that. A versatile guy would probably get a bit anxious about it if I hadn't brought it up first, probably stop long enough to talk it through so we're on the same page, but he'd probably let me keep going." I felt that finger poking my nose again. "You, dear Troy, moaned like a porn star and barely even slowed down; you even started pushing back against my hand."

"Oh, God..." I whispered, knowing it was true, remembering how good that finger had felt buried under my tail.

"That's right, little brother..." he whispered, teasingly, "You're a bottom." I felt my whole face burning with embarrassment, but even in that moment I could tell that this didn't exactly meet federal testing standards.

"This test sounds, uh... extremely subjective!" I protested weakly.

"And it is, I assure you," he replied, cheerily, "But it's pretty goddamn good at bringing things to the surface, eh?" I wanted to deny it, and growled at him, but my heart wasn't in it. The truth was, deep down, ever since I'd felt Lance's finger rubbing against my prostate... I'd wanted to know what it would feel like with his hard dick.

"Maybe..." I admitted, reflexively trying to hide my smile. He laughed again, seeing straight through me even in the dark, and tousled his hand through my hair again.

"Get some sleep, little brother," he encouraged me, before giving my butt another playful squeeze. "You and your sweet ass are gonna need it tomorrow..." I shivered and felt my backside clenching down, as if it liked the sound of that. I have to say, it wasn't easy to fall asleep, thinking about how I was gonna lose my 'gay virginity' the next day, that Lance was gonna... was gonna fuck me. But wrapped in my brother's warm, naked embrace, the scent of cougar pheromones still lingering in the air, I found that even with my thoughts racing, it wasn't long before I nodded off, using Lance's broad chest as a pillow.

My dreams were scattered that night, random moments in a scene before breaking off to something else, except the subject of all those scenes was the same: Lance and I, getting physical. There was a lot of kissing. Where most of the dreams I'd had about Lance before this camping trip were furtive and exciting, all about the sexy part, these partial scenes all instead felt... warm, and comfortable, like a favourite coat. Or my big brother's arms when we hug. Not that it wasn't sexy, of course, and now that I'd had my preferences spelled out for me, my dreams were quickly following suit. One recurring element that it kept coming back to was me, on my back, whimpering with need while Lance rubbed the tip of his lubed-up prick back and forth across my asshole instead of putting it in. I don't know what he was waiting for, but it definitely wasn't for me to beg, because I was doing plenty of that for free.

'Hnngh_, fuck me, big brother, fuck my ass,_ please, I need it so fuckin' bad...'

A veritable torrent of filth poured shamelessly out of me. But none of my lewd pleading seemed to have any effect on Lance, who just kept rubbing his tip back and forth across my twitching, clenching anus, teasing me forever without actually slipping me the D. It was making me absolutely crazy for it, squirming uncontrollably, leaking pre-come all over myself, whimpering submissively... If I hadn't woken up on my back, I bet I'd have been flagging my tail. I would later wonder if those dreams were because I didn't actually know what bottoming was like, even if I knew I wanted to try. It sounded solid enough, but then again, I'd never ridden a dinosaur, either, and that didn't seem to stand in the way of that oddly recurring dream...

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the brightly-coloured plastic-and-fabric arch of the tent over me, lighting up in the morning sun. There was a brief moment of absolute cluelessness, where I couldn't remember anything beyond my usual routine, where I had no idea where the hell I was, or why I was waking up naked in a sack in a plastic bubble. After only a few seconds, the moment passed, and it all came rushing back. The camping trip. Lance. The heart to heart. The kiss. The hushed words in the night.

"I kissed you back... because I wanted to." As Lance's words echoed in my mind, I realized that I was on my back in the sleeping bag, alone, rather than snuggled up against my brother's chest.

Lying alone, naked, in a sleeping bag where I expected to find the man with whom I'd just shared a sex act and the promise of more, I found that I felt unusually vulnerable, both physically and emotionally. As I sat up, I nervously pulled the top flap up with me, as if hiding my body. I perked my ears up, listening for Lance somewhere outside, and trying not to feel like the female lead in a movie from the 60s as I covered my nudity with the bag and wondered where my lover had disappeared to... Naturally, I was distracted from that line of thinking to feel pleasantly self-conscious about using the word 'lover' to refer to Lance. I supposed I was getting ahead of myself, but after spending the night in a naked embrace with the guy, it was hard not to be hopeful, eh? Eventually, when no answers were forthcoming by themselves, I decided to investigate... just as soon as I got my pants on. I had some wicked morning wood, and after those dreams, I was aching for a little relief, but even after what we'd shared, I found I was deeply embarrassed by the thought of Lance catching me masturbating. I decided to find him, since I needed answers more than I needed to come... though if Lance wanted to supply both, who was I to argue?

Getting the spare clothes out of my bag and getting dressed, I self-consciously exited the tent, where I immediately heard the sound of fire and the sound of sizzling. Circling around the tent, I found Lance working with a pan held over the fire by a metal stand. Raising his spatula in salute, he grinned at me and I immediately blushed.

"Hey, there he is!" he said, in an uncomfortably dad-like manner, "Good morning!"

"M-morning," I muttered, still a bit confused, "Whatcha...?" Nodding to the pan, Lance grinned at me.

"Breakfast!" he replied. Walking closer, I saw that he was frying up some sausages, along with eggs and bacon.

"You always pack a spatula when you go camping?" I asked, only half-serious. He snickered, but didn't say anything. Swallowing, I reached up and rubbed at my upper arm self-consciously as I came to a stop just next to Lance.

"So, uh... I guess we have a lot to talk about, eh?" I started, more than a little overwhelmed by the daunting prospect of this conversation. Turning towards me, Lance held out a plate, which I instinctively took with both hands.

"Breakfast first," the older cougar replied, "Talk after." Before I could utter a sound to agree or disagree with this plan, my brother bent in close and kissed me on the lips, a quick mwah accompanied by the lightest tease of the tip of his tongue into my mouth before he turned back to his cooking. My whole face was beet red, but I couldn't stop grinning.

Soon he'd dished out the food, and we were once again sat by the fire, eating together. It was... comfortingly normal, for being out here. Honestly, until Lance had kissed me, I hadn't been 100% convinced the previous night had actually happened. I mean, Lance had immediately gone along with the kiss, and helped escalate things into full frottage without a word. Plus, since it had started after we'd laid down and put the lights out, I felt like it wasn't, ah, entirely outside the realm of possibility that the whole thing had been a dream. Mind you, I had woken up naked... For the moment, I tried to take Lance's advice and focus on the breakfast. I tried to ignore the metaphor as I enjoyed the sausage Lance had prepared for me, but hey, the eggs were great at least, and they felt much less symbolic.

We didn't talk much during breakfast, maybe a little discussion of the weather, which looked to be gorgeous that day. I had no idea how I was going to broach the subject of... anything that we needed to talk about, really. When I'd finally run out of food, I reluctantly set my plate aside and sighed. Where the hell do I even start? I decided to go with the beginning, since it was probably a cliché for a reason.

"Okay, so I guess it's time for explanations..." I said, "I - I guess I'll start... like I said, I'd been having bi-curious thoughts, but while it just started with, like, noticing guys could have nice asses, it was only about a week before I started having, um... sexy dreams. About y-you."

So I sort of laid it out for him. How I'd been fighting it for ages, going without sleep some nights from the stress the incest dreams were causing me. How I managed to live in denial until we got here. How no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't shake the attraction I had for him.

"But it's more than that, more than just - just wanting to fuck you," I insisted, unable to meet his eyes, "I didn't understand why I couldn't make those thoughts go away, why I couldn't just start lusting after someone who wasn't related to me instead... But it's because it's more than just lust." Usually, getting things off my chest made me feel better. But this time, I was feeling more tense with every word I said. Even with the things Lance had said last night, there was a world of difference between being on board for sex and being on board for... what I was contemplating. Even as I tried to find the words, tears were forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Oh God... I didn't know until last night b-but..." I started, trailing off before swallowing and trying again, "Lance, I... I'm in love with you."

"What did he say? What did he say?!"

"Easy, I'm getting to that!"

I stared down at my feet, the image starting to distort from the tears on my eyes, waiting for Lance to say something, anything, but instead he suddenly shuffled over until he was sitting directly next to me, and then he put his arm around my shoulder. It made me feel... safe. Like my big brother could protect me from all of my life's problems. It was nice.

"I... had a feeling," he said, gently, "I mean, I wasn't sure, but you could say I had a hunch." I whimpered, as just the idea that he'd suspected while I'd been so paranoid and anxious made me tense and uncomfortable.

"Easy, little brother," he whispered, leaning over to nuzzle against me. It helped. When I relaxed a little, he continued.

"When I first realized you were attracted to me, I'll be honest, I was weirded out," he admitted, his ears lowering self-consciously an inch or two, "But I wanted to understand because it's you, so I spent some time just thinking about it. So, I'm trying to wrap my head around the idea of you being attracted to me, and it's kinda difficult because I kind of imagined everyone related to me as, like, chaste monks who never even have sexy thoughts, or something..." I smirked a little, having felt the same way until Lance began seducing me in my dreams.

"...But the more I thought about it," Lance was saying, "the more I realized that... it didn't bother me, I was just surprised... and really, weirdly flattered. "

"Flattered?" I repeated, more than a little surprised myself, "But I'm just this, this unimpressive scrawnjob! What's flattering about your little brother perving on you?" He chuckled to himself as if I were missing something obvious.

"You might be skinny, Troy... but I like skinny boys," he said, his voice lower, more sensual. He squeezed my shoulder, and I shuddered from head to toe. "Makes it easier for me to gather you up and hold you close... I do love a good cuddle." I blushed as I remembered how exquisite I'd found the experience of snuggling against his naked chest as we lay down to sleep. I couldn't disagree... Although I was quietly mad at my brain when it helpfully pointed out that Blake had been on the slender side, too.

"And not to put too fine a point on it, but, ah, you've got an amazing ass, my dude," he added, as his hand slipped down from my shoulder to rest on my hip; he didn't just immediately squeeze my ass, which made me just a little embarrassed to realize I wished he had.

"But even aside from having a cute body and a butt to die for, I mean, Jesus Christ, Troy, you spend time volunteering at charities and homeless shelters and stuff, you're a great person! Who wouldn't want to date you?" His flattery landed as intended, but I couldn't resist.

"Lesbians?" I offered. He snorted and laughed in delight.

"Okay, fair, but you're still excellent boyfriend material..." Lance insisted, "and you may be on the shy side, but you're still confident enough to sing in public even though you're kinda terrible at it."

I frowned, taken aback.

"Wait, what?" I replied, "What was that last part?" Happily ignoring me, Lance finally gave one of my buttocks a squeeze, and I felt my tail flick reflexively as he brushed it.

"So, if anything, I was kinda into you having a crush on me," he admitted instead, "but I could tell that it was giving you a ton of grief, you seemed stressed all the time, I could tell you were missing sleep, and I felt super guilty about it because I knew it was because of me." That part, I... hadn't even noticed.

"I was so focused on how embarrassed I was," I said, softly, "So busy trying to play it cool around you that I didn't even notice how you were feeling..." He nodded. I think, anyway, I was staring at my knees at the time.

"I didn't know what to do," he said, not exactly a reply, "I didn't think confronting you about it and trying to talk it out would work, like, what am I supposed to say, 'I know you wanna fuck me'? Would you have listened to me after that?"

"I probably would have had a panic attack," I admitted, glancing over at him, "I was in pretty heavy denial for a while there, kept telling myself the sexy dreams were always about you because you were, I don't know, the only guy I'd opened up to emotionally, or something."

Lance was nodding again, his whiskers twitching cutely as he thought back.

"That's how I came up with the camping trip," he continued, "I started off wishing I knew how to help, and thinking about how when I need to think something through, I go camping and just spend some time by myself, and that's when I realized that maybe it could help you too." I could feel my own whiskers dancing with curiosity, so I didn't pretend I wasn't interested.

"Do tell," I said, daring to rest one of my hands on Lance's leg. Last night notwithstanding, I'd never tried to get handsy with another guy before, and it was quietly thrilling. He smirked but said nothing about the hand, instead looking down thoughtfully to the embers in the firepit from the delicious breakfast we'd enjoyed.

"Well, I felt like I knew why being into me had you so goddamn stressed," Lance said, "and I figured a big part of that had to be, you know, 'what will everyone think?'. So I thought, maybe if I take you somewhere so far from civilization you wouldn't have to think about the world, just you and me, then maybe not having to worry about what anyone else thinks would help you work through your problem."

I gave him a sideways look, mildly suspicious.

"Wait, are you saying you - you brought me out here to seduce me?" I asked, as the wheels turned in my head, "No wonder you kissed me back right away, you were probably waiting for it!" Lance turned towards me and made a face.

"Don't try to make me sound like a creep," he scolded with a smirk, "I didn't bring you up here to have sex with you! I brought you up here so you could figure out what you wanted! If that meant you decided you were overthinking it and it was just a crush, if you never spoke a word about it to me, I would be okay with that as long as you stopped being so fucking stressed out all the time." His smile became a little more playful, and his hand moved up to the base of my tail, closing around it and gripping it tightly, sending a very clear feline signal: Mine.

"...And if I helped you find some answers, and you decided what you wanted was to have sex with your studly big brother after all, well... That's also an outcome that I was okay with."

I couldn't help but laugh, even as I squirmed in my seat while Lance began to playfully scratch at the base of my tail, a bit of cat affection I'd never been on the receiving end of before, since normally it's something a tomcat does to be intimate and provocative with his queen. I felt both deeply embarrassed and surprisingly flattered, and it kind of turned me on.

"That's pretty confident, if you weren't sure I was in love with you," I said, as if he weren't playing with my tail, "I mean, I was pretty heavy in denial, I wouldn't even admit I actually wanted to fuck you until we got here!"

"Oh, I wasn't worried about the denial," replied Lance, "that's what makes these hills so perfect. There's nobody else here, it's just you and what you feel. Makes it very difficult not to be honest with yourself." He reached up and scratched me under the chin affectionately. I began to purr.

"...And hey, if I was out to lunch, and camping didn't help, I'd find another way to help you," he said, "I've got your back." By now, I wanted to melt into his arms, and I struggled to find a coherent response. So he took advantage of the silence again.

"Since I haven't said the words yet..." he whispered, leaving my chin alone, "I love you too, little brother." He bent in to kiss me, and I was only too happy to meet him halfway.

I groaned with relief as our lips met, I'd been dying to get physical with Lance from the moment I became sure last night hadn't been a dream. We embraced as our tongues met once again, just holding each other as we sat on this log together. My hands explored the broad expanse of my brother's back, and I could feel him purring too. For weeks, it had felt like my entire body was being held tense, like I was bracing myself for a physical blow. And as I enjoyed this particular kiss, it was like something was itching at the back of my mind. As both of Lance's hands migrated down to take a firm hold of my ass, I realized what it was; some of the tension I felt right now was me still bracing myself for imminent doom, continuing to stress even though my worries had been assuaged by Lance's confident words. Taking a deep breath through my nostrils, I thought about it and I just... let go of it, like consciously relaxing a muscle. Mental efforts are often hard to describe... But as my mind relaxed, I felt my body follow suit, and I flopped against Lance with a groan, surrendering myself to the moment.

No sooner had I done that before I was rewarded by my big brother gripping my tush even tighter and lifting me off the log - and onto his lap. I immediately blushed. Were guys supposed to do this? I know I'm smaller than him and all, but... but once he started kissing me again, I forgot why I was embarrassed and made myself comfortable in Lance's lap. Then, getting turned on, unable to resist, I started shamelessly rolling my hips and grinding against him, feeling his prick hardening through his pants. He moaned at me, and then I think he growled. It made the kiss vibrate a little, which I liked the feeling of. With one hand still firmly on the small of my back, just above my tail, Lance began to roll his hips back, and I felt my own cock throb. Distantly, I wondered if Lance planned to just keep doing this until we nutted in our pants, but I was so into this moment that I'm pretty sure I'd have been just fine with that, as long as it was with Lance.

But fortunately for my boxers, it wasn't long after that that Lance broke off the kiss with a sigh.

"God, I love kissing you," he whispered, brushing some hair out of my eyes, "you're getting me so worked up... You, ah, think you're up for...?" I was already nodding, nervously yet eagerly, and he laughed, squeezing my ass again before gesturing to the plastic tarp that had served as our home last night.

"Then what do you say we step into the tent so I can strip you naked, lay you down, pin your wrists to the floor, and give you a nice, hard dicking?" he whispered, his eyes sparkling with both desire and playfulness, one of his fingers teasing over my anus through my pants. I swallowed a moan, immensely turned on by his casual, blatant speech. I wanted it so fucking bad... but at the same time, choosing to have sex with my own brother was kind of a Big Deal, and I felt a little more overwhelmed by the thought than I'd like.

"I - I'm not sure," I admitted, "the idea of doing it face-to-face is kind of, uh, intense, and I'm not sure I'm ready for missionary with you..."

I lowered my ears and flinched, expecting to be teased, but I just felt him scratching my cheek with the tips of his fingers as he churred to me.

"That's totally fine, little brother," he replied, with exactly the same level of enthusiasm, "How would you prefer to do it?" I blinked, biting my lip and thinking about it.

"Uhhh..." This was a new exercise for me, as I was usually in the other role when I was fantasizing about sex positions. Thinking back to that dream from last night, where Lance had been teasing me endlessly, I thought about the positions we'd found ourselves in as the dream played over and over; I'd really liked the one where I was standing up against the wall, and Lance had been pressed against me from behind... but the hills in this area were gradual, the angles too low to lean against, and there were no convenient vertical stone walls nearby to use. And that's when it hit me. I could lose my gay virginity, let Lance have his wicked way with me, and get one up on that ex-boyfriend of his that I was envious of!

"...I didn't mean to say that last part out loud."

"I sort of assumed that. Don't worry, it's cute. Kinda saw it coming."

Looking back up at him, I grinned shyly.

"Well... what if we, um, hiked back out to that tree with the nice view..." I started.

"Yeah?" Lance replied, already smiling widely.

"We could make sure no one else was around, and ah, you know..." I said, rubbing at the back of my neck. Lance chuckled.

"Ohhhhhhh no, I'm not letting you off that easy, I want to hear you say the words," he murmured playfully, booping my nose. I was blushing hard, actually had to fight the urge to hide my face in my hands like a child, but at the same time, I was weirdly kind of enjoying it... Sexy teasing made Lance feel like 'my brother' and 'a guy I'm really, really into' at the same time, which was novel.

"Damn you," I muttered, even as I flashed him an embarrassed smile. "Okay, fine, we can go to that overlook spot and I'll brace myself against the t-tree while... while you fuck me."

"Mmmm, music to my ears..." Lance churred, "That sounds like a great idea, Troy." He suddenly gave my ass a playful smack and I yelped.

"Well, we'd better get moving, then," he said, "Unless you wanted sunset to catch us with our pants down, hehe..." On the one hand, I was really enjoying sitting in my brother's lap (and feeling his hard cock straining against me), but on the other hand, God, I wanted this man to dick me, so I made myself get up and help Lance to his feet. He glanced at the firepit and nodded, sufficiently satisfied that the embers remaining from breakfast weren't going to set the entire hillside ablaze after we left, and we gathered a couple things for the walk.

"Yes, good, good, I like where this is going."

"You know, somehow, I had a feeling you would."

Soon enough, we were hiking again. The sun was shining, distant birds were singing, and I was practically vibrating with nervous energy, acutely aware that each step I was taking was bringing me closer and closer to getting sodomized by my studly big brother... 'nervoucited' doesn't really begin to describe it. Since there was the walk first, though, we'd mostly been talking about ordinary, unsexy topics, since maintaining our boners all the way to the tree seemed difficult at best. It almost felt 'normal', the way it used to, just talking nonsense about movies and TV shows and the news of the world, but every so often, I'd look over at Lance and catch him checking out my ass, and he'd smile, or his hand would brush my tail by accident and I'd blush, just little reminders that we were not out here for brotherly reasons.

When the tree came into view, the area was still deserted, but I couldn't help but shudder with anticipation, a nervous whimper escaping before I could contain it. Deep down, I was worried about doing a poor job because I'd never been with another guy before, worried about disappointing Lance. I tried not to think about it, and told myself I'd just do to him what I thought would feel good to me. Oblivious to my silent pep talk, Lance reached over and squeezed my shoulder, murmuring softly to me as I stared at the tree as if I'd never seen one before.

"Easy, little brother, I know you're nervous, but I'll take care of you." I smiled but didn't say anything, as I was busy swallowing a second whimper of a rather different emotion. I... don't actually remember anything at all about crossing that distance, just one moment we were looking at the tree from down the path, and then suddenly we were there, and it was right in front of us. I guess I was distracted...

We'd packed light (obviously), just taking a few things on the off chance something happened on the way here, as a precaution, and now we shrugged off our bags and turned to each other. I hesitated, as this all still felt very new, but Lance stepped right up to me and put his arms around me.

"You know, Troy, you were the very first guy I ever thought about kissing," he murmured to me, pausing to churr quietly.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, flattered, as his hands slipped up under my shirt and began feeling up my back.

"Mmm-hmm. Everybody in the whole damned world seemed obsessed with kissing, and I didn't understand because - well, because I was a kid, that's why. So I tried to imagine what it would be like kissing the person I trusted the most... and that was you." He caressed my cheek.

"It's... maybe the first sign I ever had that I was gay," he admitted, "and even if I kind of dismissed the part where it was you... until recently... I always thought of that as a happy memory, that you were the person who popped into my mind even though I didn't know two guys could kiss at that point, told me how close we are." He was leaning in closer, clearly wanted to kiss me now, and I lowered my ears submissively and moved to meet him.

"Oh, big brother..." I whispered, before his lips were upon me.

The next little bit is kind of a blur, there was a lot of kissing, and our hands were wandering each other's bodies, pulling clothes off as they went. As my shirt was pulled up over my head, in the brief moment before it was free of the garment, Lance bent down and closed his lips over my nipple, and I gasped out loud. Exactly zero of my girlfriends had ever paid any attention to my nipples, and I was kind of unprepared for the sensation of my brother's tongue teasing across it. When I followed that gasp with a moan, I caught Lance opening his eyes and glancing up at me, but I couldn't exactly read an expression off of half a face, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Planning ahead for more playful teasing, I'll bet...

I freed myself from the shirt, tossing it aside with a casualness that indicated that I'd forgotten we were outside for a moment with the unprovoked attack on my chest. The attack which continued unabated, and had my toes clenching in my boots... As it happens, my shirt did not go over the side of the embankment, which is lucky, because I am way too skinny to pull off prolonged shirtlessness. As this thought entered my mind, Lance leaned away from my chest.

"You're adorable," he said, and promptly moved to the other nipple before I could respond. I whimpered, the pleasure still new and embarrassing, but I still smiled as I felt his hand move to my belt buckle. I might have been skinny, but nudity I could definitely pull off...

Lance didn't stay on that side nearly as long, moving away so he could focus on getting me naked. I shivered as my pants and boxers dropped down past my hips, biting my lip as I looked around, suddenly expecting there to be voyeurs leering at me from within every bush, behind every rock, where there had been only grass and dirt and scrub moments before.

"I - I've never done it outdoors before," I commented, shivering as I felt a breeze tickling my nethers. Then I gasped as I felt Lance's tail tickling my nethers, an entirely different sensation.

"You're gonna love it," he murmured, helping me slip my boots off and step out of my pants. I stepped down gingerly at first; the ground here was mostly bare dirt and rocks, with a little grass around the tree's gnarled roots, but it seemed like it would be fine as long as I didn't step directly onto any of the sharper stones. I swallowed, feeling my heart racing as I stood naked in the great outdoors before my brother. I was already at half-mast, so I stepped forward to help Lance out of his pants, kneeling before him and shivering as he put his hand on my head and began scratching me directly between the ears. I unzipped his fly, slipped my hand in, and gently maneuvred his package out into the air. Lance's heavy balls flopped against his jeans, and I shivered again, eyes fixed on his cock. God, it was beautiful, even soft, and I almost nostalgically remembered the feeling of it in my mouth the previous night, drooling leftover come onto my tongue. This far down, my face only a few inches away, I was catching a hint of my brother's musk, and I wanted more.

I think this is where I fully embraced the whole 'just the two of us in the middle of nowhere' thing, because, ah, the next thing I did was lean in and nuzzle against my brother's cock and balls, inhaling deeply of his masculine scent. Like, really, I was shameless, pressing my nose at the spot where his dick met his body, where the scent was strongest, flicking my tongue out to lick Lance's scrotum, the hint of sweat seeming like a delicacy to my lust-addled mind.

"I wasn't expecting you to be quite this... in-depth for this part."

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything..."

"I didn't say stop."

It was while I was indulging myself like this that I felt Lance's cock (which was draped over my muzzle in a somewhat undignified way) give a throb, clearly appreciative of the attention I was showing him. Grinning, I gave his sac a gentle kiss, then leaned back and took my big brother's penis into my mouth. He throbbed again immediately, and gasped quietly.

"Oh - oh, fuck, Troy..." he whispered, shivering. His grip on my head tightened for just a moment. I don't think he'd expected that. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, savouring the way it twitched and jumped at my touch, fattening right there in my mouth, growing longer and harder as I suckled along its length with lips, cheeks, and tongue. I was so turned on, this was much better than last night, when we'd both been spent. I did kinda miss the taste of his come, though... Still, feeling his dick throbbing and growing from my ministrations, reacting like a living thing, did a whole lot to assuage my earlier fears that my inexperience with other guys would get in the way. The grunts and gasps of pleasure Lance was making helped too.

I felt one of Lance's toes brush my leg, and realized that at some point while I'd been fixating on his nads, he'd stepped out of his shoes and pants. I wondered exactly how musk-drunk I'd been... Honestly, I had half a mind to just keep going, to make my big brother come in my mouth and greedily swallow every drop of his cream, but it wasn't long before Lance stepped back, his tool slipping out of my muzzle to stand proudly erect, glistening in the sunlight with saliva.

"That's enough..." he said, helping me to my feet, "Not that I don't love getting sucked off, but... I have other plans for this load." Just in case I'd missed that, he brushed his hand across my rump as he finished that sentence, and I shivered indecently.

Lance's hand trailed around my hip and took hold of my cock, which had risen up to its own full pride while I was going down on the older male. He gave me a single squeeze, then let go.

"Looks like you're ready too," he murmured, his purr leaking into his voice. Catching my gaze, Lance winked at me, then nodded in the direction of the tree. Feeling my heart pounding in my ears, a little light-headed, I nodded. Acutely aware of all my movements, I slowly turned towards the tree and then began to walk forward. I was crazy nervous, of course, but I wasn't letting it stop me. Silently, I reassured myself that if I could handle dropping to my knees and taking a guy's dick - my brother's dick - in my mouth, I could handle this too... probably.

Approaching the tree, glancing up at the clawmarks on the branches, making a concerted effort not to glance at the 'LANCE + BLAKE' carving, I swallowed anxiously and reached up to brace my hands against the firm, unyielding bark of the tree's trunk.

"So I guess I'll just - oh!" I yelped, as Lance unexpectedly stepped up close, pressing against me from behind. He felt so warm... I bit my lip to keep from whimpering from the sensation of his stiff prick pressing against my ass. I reflexively clenched down, wanting him inside me, the thought thrilling and scaring me. He bent down and kissed me on the neck, embracing me, laying his hands on my chest and holding me close.

"I love your scent," he whispered, surprising me, "it's like it's addictive, makes me want you so fucking bad..." He licked my neck, and I moaned, pushing my hips back against him. I felt his penis throb against a soft, fuzzy buttock and the side of my tail.

"Oh Lance..." I sighed, reaching back with one hand to touch his cheek, "just - just take me, I'm ready..." My pulse momentarily skyrocketed as something pressed against my anus, but I realized it was one of his fingers, false alarm. He prodded at my asshole, _hmm_ing like he was giving me some kind of medical examination.

"No, I don't think you are," he finally said, as I whimpered in desire and frustration, "Not just yet, anyway... Though I like the initiative."

To my chagrin, I realized I'd started rolling my hips, grinding against Lance's hard-on, without even noticing.

"Y-you're not gonna make me beg, are you?" I asked, remembering some of the filthy exchanges in my dreams. I'm... honestly not sure what I wanted the answer to be.

"Maybe later, but right now, I just don't want to hurt you," the taller cougar replied, "You're tight, even for an anal virgin... I'm guessing you never tried to toy yourself or anything before?"

"I've barely even tried fingers," I admitted.

"That's fine, you'll just need some preparation first..." Lance replied, and he let go of me, stepping back. I felt the absence of his erection against my ass more acutely than I expected.

I started to turn to face him, but his hand grabbed my shoulder, holding me in place.

"Ah, ah, ah! Face the tree!" he said, a smirk on his face, "Trust me, little brother, you're gonna like this." Leaning against the bark again, I took a deep breath to steady my pulse and then lifted my tail until it was flagged high, almost vertical against my back; as far as feline body language went, it was as unmistakable as a written invitation. Similarly, I wondered how long my ears had been submissively flat against my head, but left them there. I was anticipating the feeling of one of Lance's fingers pushing into me, no doubt slick with whatever that lube had been last night, but that wasn't what happened. Something very hot and very wet and very soft dragged itself across my asshole, just once. Jumping slightly in surprise, I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp. I didn't even have time to breathe in following that cry before I felt the same sensation again, and this time it stayed, dragging back and forth long enough for me to finally realize it was Lance's tongue.

"Oh! Oh God, oh fuck..." I gasped, eloquently, "Hnngh, Lance, I - I don't know about this..." For just a heartbeat, I was uncomfortable with the very idea of what was happening, I'd never thought I could enjoy such things... and then the reality of how good it felt as Lance licked playfully at my anus finally sank in, and I moaned, long and loud, slumping a little towards the tree as my muscles relaxed and I began to purr. Naturally, that was the very moment Lance chose to stop doing it! But he wasn't just teasing me again, he replaced his tongue with a couple of fingertips, just rubbing a circular massage against my entrance instead of trying to push inside as he leaned back. I swear I could feel the quizzical stare on the back of my head.

"Troy, are you... exaggerating your moans to flatter me, or something?" he finally asked.

"N-no! Of course not!" I protested, somehow more embarrassed by this question than when he'd started rimming me.

"It's just, every time I go for your butt, you kind of... queen it up?" he said, gently, "You don't have to get all moany and whimpery for me just because you're the bottom, man."

"Jesus, why would you say that?" I groaned, hiding my face in my hands even though I was already facing the other way. I felt my tail instinctively lowering in embarrassment... and Lance's free hand catching it and lifting it back up for me.

"Look," he continued, "all I'm saying is, if you're like this your very first time with another guy... are you sure you didn't know you were bi?"

"Oh my God, Lance!" I protested, "What kind of question is that?! I swear this is all new to me, it's just..." I trailed off, embarrassed. I'd never told another guy this before...

"It's just?" my brother repeated, nudging my asshole twice for emphasis.

"It's just that... that I'm super submissive with girls, too," I relented, "She doesn't need to be buff or anything, all she needs is a strong personality and I'm putty in her hands..."

"Oh really?" he asked, audibly amused, "Any of those girls ever try anything under your tail?"

"Yeah, Troy, you ever let a girl play with your butt?"

"...I will tell you what I told him."

"I'm not answering that..." I grumbled, looking forward in the hopes that Lance wouldn't see me blush. He snickered regardless.

"Oh, that's a yes," he murmured to himself, and I swallowed the embarrassed whimper that rose up, preserving what remained of my dignity. Admittedly, it may have been slightly compromised by the moan I let out as Lance resumed licking my backdoor, his tongue flicking across the tight ring of muscle and making it clench and twitch. Distantly, I felt Lance let go of my tail as it began to rise back up on its own. It might have been a different story if Lance had an Inherited feline tongue, with a sandpaper texture, but as it was, slick, velvety smooth, and warm, I couldn't get over how fucking good it felt when all he was doing was licking me! I was right on the verge of beginning to roll my hips when he stopped the licking and I felt his tongue begin to apply pressure. I braced myself for it, then remembered that tensing up was unhelpful here and forced my muscles to relax instead.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trembling with anticipation, my entire being focused on my asshole, which was a novel experience for me. This was how Lance caught me by surprise when he reached underneath me and forward and took hold of my scrotum, lifting it from beneath and jostling it up and down in his hand as if he were estimating its weight. I began to squirm again as he started to squeeze and massage my orbs with a delicacy I didn't realize he possessed, gently rubbing his fingertips across the fuzzy, wrinkled skin of my sac. Naturally, all this was to take my attention away from my asshole, so that for the second time in, well, seconds, Lance would catch me off-guard. Suddenly, without warning, the stubborn muscle gave in, surrendered to my brother's invasion, and Lance pushed his tongue into my ass, a sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced with another person before.

"Oh - oh God!" I gasped, subconsciously digging my claws in and creating eight tiny holes in the wood where my fingers were clenching. My thumbs, facing sideways, just scraped the surface.

Lance's tongue wriggled and writhed as it pushed deep into me (well, deep for a tongue, anyway), and I shuddered and moaned as it pressed against several extremely sensitive spots I hadn't realized were there to begin with. It was a rather pleasant discovery. Lance churred to me, running one hand up and down my leg in a gentle, soothing way, using the other to continue to fondle and manipulate my balls. It felt like magic as Lance confidently sought out, and found, the optimal spot from which to nudge my prostate. I moaned helplessly, the wiggling of that tongue inside me making me see stars as pleasure flooded my brain. I felt droplets of moisture dripping onto my feet and realized my dick was beginning to leak pre-come from all this attention under my tail. If there had been any doubt remaining in my mind that I was a bottom, it didn't last long.

I'm not actually sure how long we spent like that, all I know is, it felt way too soon when Lance leaned away from my butt. I whimpered in protest, despite myself, and felt my ass clenching the moment that tongue escaped me, a lewd shiver running down my spine. Before, I would have assumed I'd find that a turn-off. Now, I was pretty sure all day wouldn't feel like enough time with a tongue beneath my tail. In the moment, I struggled to find the words, my mind clouded with a haze of arousal.

"Oh man, Lance, th-that was... that was..." He laughed and patted me on the rump as he stood up straight.

"Yes, it certainly was," he agreed. I started to lower my tail, but he caught it for the second time that day.

"I think that was good right where it was, actually," Lance said, calmly.

I felt something in his hand, pressed against my tail, and dared to look over my shoulder. My tail shared my brother's hand with a small jar, which I did not understand until I realized that Lance's free hand was stroking up and down his rigid cock, smearing some kind of lubricant onto his tool. Glancing up at his face, I shivered at the confident smirk on his muzzle and the twinkle in his eye. Distantly, I wondered if that was how I'd looked at girls I was about to fuck...

"Yeah, I think nice and high is exactly where that tail needs to be," Lance mused, winking at me.

Apparently satisfied with how lubricated his cock had become, Lance stepped in close again. I inhaled sharply, half expecting him to suddenly jam it in, but he just added a little more lube to his fingers and reached out to my butt. He pressed one finger against my asshole, briefly smearing lube onto it before pushing deeper into me. That finger worked in and out of my ass, spreading the cold gel along my inner surfaces and getting me nice and slick. I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan submissively as I felt him add a second finger, but I couldn't keep my ass from clenching appreciatively onto the intruders. He nodded appreciatively as he continued fingering me. I wasn't sure, but I thought it felt like his fingers were moving easier than they had the last time he did this.

"Good, good, I'd say you're just about ready..." he whispered. His fingers pressed against my prostate, and I gasped, my dick throbbing as my ass clenched down again. When I relaxed, Lance kissed me on the cheek and slipped a third finger under my tail. This time, I did moan at the slightly stretched feeling, which was exactly on the brink of being uncomfortable. I squirmed and shuddered, but it wasn't long before Lance pulled his hand away completely, leaving me lubed up and eager.

"Okay, this is gonna get really lewd, so I should probably just skip this part -"

"Don't you dare!"

"Okay," Lance murmured to me, setting down the jar of lube on a nearby flat rock, "I'm gonna start, so you tell me if it starts to hurt, eh?" There went my heart rate again, as I realized 'this is actually the moment'.

"Oh God yes," I immediately breathed, a little more, ah, enthusiastically than I intended. This was, of course, followed quickly by "Uh, I mean yeah, of c-course." I expected him to chuckle at me again, but he just leaned in closer and churred to me, his whiskers tickling the back of my neck before he licked it.

"Relax, babe, you got this," he murmured, and I felt flattered to the point of blushing by Lance calling me 'babe'. Then I felt it: the tip of my big brother's hard prick, nudging at my soft cheeks. I realized I was digging my claws into the wood again, and taking a deep breath, I leaned forward slightly, bending my top half to lean into the tree, adjusting the angle to try and make it easier for Lance to - to take me. I felt his hand take a firm hold of my hip, and even though I'm not chubby, the words 'love handles' suddenly appeared in my mind, and in my nervous state I almost giggled. I bit my lip as he took his dick with his other hand, and I felt his tip drag along my ass into the valley between my cheeks, leaving a little trail of lube in my fur.

I mewled aloud as Lance's crown slid to the very bottom of that little valley, as his hard-on made actual, physical contact with my anus for the first time. His hold on my hip tightening, Lance began to apply pressure, pushing forward.

"Here we go..." he whispered, the sound thunderously loud in my ears. I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to hold it, the same way I was forcing my muscles not to tense up as Lance pushed harder and harder until... suddenly, without warning, the tight rosebud under my tail surrendered its battle, and his tip slid into me. Arching my back, feeling my tail poof up, I cried out in both pleasure and pain as I felt my asshole spreading to make room for my big brother's cock.

I trembled with the excitement I felt at even having another guy's dick partially inside me. Made me feel more 'officially' bi, as if it went by videogame rules and it wouldn't count until I'd acted on it. As exciting as it was, it sure did ache at first, so Lance just stood there for a moment and let me get used to it while I continued to take deep breaths. Letting go of his tool, Lance reached around me and began scruffing his fingers through the fur on my chest. As a child, I'd always been jealous of fluffier felines, and other species that got to have those cute tufts of fur on their chests; our sleek, golden-brown bodies seemed much less exciting back then. Now, though, I couldn't imagine anyone on Earth more beautiful than this man who was having his way with me, and his cougar pelt only seemed to enhance the look of his powerful, well-toned muscles.

"That's it," he cooed, "You're doing great, I'm gonna hilt myself." I'd never heard that word used as a verb before, but given the circumstances, it was instantly understood. I considered moaning 'make me your scabbard', but it seemed a bit too nerdy. He resumed pushing forward, and thoughts of silly wordplay vanished from my mind as I felt my ass spreading open to make room for my brother's beautiful cock. It wasn't the easiest thing I'd ever done, but the thorough rimming he'd given me earlier, along with the lubricated fingering, had exercised my back door enough that Lance didn't have to stop again. I whimpered and shivered as he kept pushing for what felt like forever, but eventually I felt his balls brush against mine from behind, felt his pubic fur pressed against my ass, and felt his muscular chest pressing against my comparatively smooth, slender back.

I moaned at the deep sensation of fullness, clenching down experimentally and shuddering pleasantly at the results. I heard Lance inhale sharply when I did that, then shiver, clearly approving. I smiled at the thought that I was the one bringing my brother pleasure, that I got to have him all to myself. It didn't last long, though, as I was still feeling the occasional twinge of discomfort from the invader making itself cozy in my rump.

"Jesus, you're s-so fuckin' tight..." Lance marvelled, adjusting his stance, "I, uh, I've never been with a virgin before." I managed to look over my shoulder at him and smirk, though not without blushing.

"Are you sure it's me?" I asked, aiming for 'playfully' but probably falling a little short due to the strain, "Because if I hadn't been all over your dick just earlier, I'd swear you were as big as a stallion!" Lance said nothing, but he did immediately began to purr again. I squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but accidentally caused Lance's prick to press juuuuust a little against my prostate, and I whimpered with pleasure.

"It's... it's still uncomfortable," I admitted. My brother licked at the back of my neck reassuringly.

"Of course it is, that was designed to be a one-way street," he murmured, "Only natural that you'd need a little time to get used to it." I smiled as he began to nibble playfully on one of my downturned ears. I wasn't used to having him doting on me like this... and I liked it.

"Mmmff... I kinda love how s-supportive you're being," I whispered. He chuckled and reached up to caress my cheek.

"What, you thought I'd be a 'shake, stir, thank-you-sir' kind of guy?" he teased, his voice low and playful, "Nooo, anything but, I'm a cuddler, guys say I'm clingy."

"I don't think that's what clingy me-ohhhh, fuck!" I said, interrupting myself with a moan as Lance adjusted his stance, causing his prick to wiggle about inside me, applying pressure at random to the sensitive spots in my ass. I swear he timed it that way on purpose...

Lance gave me a while to get used to the sensation of a dick buried under my tail, nuzzling and licking at me from behind, whispering encouraging words, it was... actually really nice, heh. Once the ache had faded, I swallowed and looked over my shoulder.

"I... I'm doing better," I said, nervously, "You... you can, y'know, start moving now. Thanks for waiting for me..." He nodded with a smile.

"Of course," he whispered, and put one hand back on my hip. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering just from the sensation of my brother s-l-o-w-l-y pulling back, sliding his thick cock out of me until I could only feel the tip, just inside my ring. I tried, and failed, to hold back a quiet moan from the feeling of his cock sliding against my walls, from the empty feeling as my stretched backside went back to normal. I expected Lance to push back in right away, but he held it right there. I don't know, maybe he was looking down and, like, getting off to the visual of being in his brother's ass, or something, seems like something Lance would be into.

After what felt like about forty-five seconds, but was probably closer to ten, or uh, five, I tried pushing back against him, wanting him inside me, but he just murmured 'hey now' and moved back with me. I couldn't help but groan with need.

"Hnngh, God, d-don't make me wait like this," I whimpered, as my tail wrapped itself around his torso, as if trying to pull him back against me. After all that anticipation, I ached to feel Lance's beautiful cock back inside me, for him to push me against this tree and fuck me properly!

"Maybe I'm savouring the moment... or maybe I just like watching you squirm," the muscular cougar teased, "Mmm, you really do need it, don't you?" Embarrassed, my first instinct was to protest, or to deny it, but I was distracted feeling something on my foot, and was reminded after looking down that even though I hadn't yet touched my dick, I was so turned on that it was already drooling pre-come, which occasionally oozed over my feet as I moved. That settled it, maintaining my dignity was not as important as getting the D in this particular moment.

"P-please, Lance, I've wanted you for so long, I'm begging you..." I reminded him, trying to push back onto his cock again. Once again, he just moved with me, so he moved no deeper into my ass. "Mmmff, the teasing is killing me, I n-need you, so please, fuck me, big brother!"

Behind me, I felt Lance shudder where his chest met my shoulder blades. He growled with desire, and I felt his hand tightening on my hip. Facing the tree, I managed a small smile. Inspired by the dreams last night, I had hoped begging would sweeten the deal.

"Well, Troy, you did say please..." he murmured, and then immediately began pushing back into me. I yelped and fell against the tree, my knees almost giving out as Lance immediately hit a sensitive spot, catching me off-guard. But I quickly recovered, and I mewled with pleasure as I pushed back against him, taking my brother's thick cock under my tail all the way to the balls.

"God, yes!" I groaned, shivering from head to toe, but without giving me, or himself, any time to savour the sensation, Lance began pulling back, keeping things moving. This time, rather than making me beg for it, he thrust forward again all on his own, and I felt my toe-claws digging into the soil as his dick spread my ass open open and made room for itself again. I still couldn't believe how much larger that prick felt inside me than it looked outside me!

"Hnnngh... it's so... big..." I whimpered, clenching down on him approvingly. It feels so porny and cheesy in retrospect, but at the time, that didn't seem to matter as much as the sensation of Lance finding a rhythm and picking up speed. Besides, he was being porny too.

"And you're... you're so tight, little brother... so hot around my cock..." He panted. I moaned, immensely turned on just by the fact that it was Lance saying those words, calling me 'little brother' as he fucked me in the ass, driving into me again and again as I whimpered and gasped and leaked pre onto the ground between my feet.

In the midst of all this, I felt a cool tickle on my scrotum, and realized it was the wind, which felt like a nice reminder. I looked around, scarcely able to believe I was doing this outdoors, even if I set aside who I was doing it with. Everything about this tryst that wasn't new and exciting because I was with another guy for the first time, was instead new and exciting because I was doing it outside for the first time. Things like feeling the heat of the sun soaking into my fur (and Lance's fur, as it pressed against me), being able to see for miles instead of being confined to a single room, shuddering as I saw a feral bird on a tree glancing disinterestedly in our direction and wondering if anyone more self-aware could see us right now... I imagined some distant pervert, watching enviously through binoculars while pleasuring himself and wishing he was the puma pressed up against the tree by a stud like Lance...

As my lover slid home yet again, I moaned and clenched down on him, feeling my cock throb. Tugging the claws of one hand out of the wood, I reached down and took hold of my drooling prick, which was starting to feel neglected. I sighed with relief as I began to stroke myself, but I'd only done it about three or four times when I felt a slap on my wrist.

"H-hey!" I said, instinctively releasing my tool and looking over my shoulder with a grumpy expression. "What's the big idea?" Lance had kinda thrown off my mojo, not to mention my rhythm in pushing back against his thrusts, and I was annoyed. I found it rather difficult to stay irked at him, though, when Lance reached forward and took hold of my cock himself.

"I know you're new at this," Lance said, with a smirk, "But a gentlebottom always lets his partner give him the reach around." I laughed at the word 'gentlebottom', at least partially because I immediately imagined an announcer greeting a crowd as 'toppies and gentlebottoms', but was pulled out of my distraction as my brother gave my dick a squeeze and began to gently stroke me.

Lance's firm, strong fingers rubbed up and down my straining shaft, brushing a sensitive spot directly under the rim of my crown at the precise moment his dick nudged my prostate again. Feeling sudden, intense pleasure from both sides of my pelvis, I suddenly felt light-headed, maybe a little weak in the knees; I might actually have fallen down if I wasn't impaled on Lance's dick. I cried out wordlessly and threw back my head, resting it on Lance's shoulder as he had his way with me. He immediately bent down and began kissing and licking my defenceless throat, which was - assuming it doesn't get you slapped or clawed - a sign of very close intimacy among felines. No, really, me letting him put his mouth on my throat was actually more intimate than me letting him put his cock in my asshole. We cats are, uh, a bit extra about the vulnerable parts of our bodies...

"Oh... oh Lance..." I whimpered, as he pushed into me again and again. He churred to me, his lips vibrating against my neck, and I giggled delightedly.

"God, I love skinny boys," he murmured, his free hand roaming up and down my chest, "The way you wiggle in my arms, the way you press your ass against me..." He paused to lick me, our discordant purrs filling the gap in the conversation (such as it was).

"R-really?" I replied, "I... I always thought of myself as a d-defective you because I wasn't all jacked." He briefly released the arm that was curled around my chest, and used it to give my ass a spank.

I yelped and clenched down hard, actually feeling him throb against my tight walls. He moaned softly in approval.

"Don't talk yourself down, you're not 'defective'," Lance scolded, nipping at my ear, "I mean, you've got this amazing butt, so round and soft, mine's always been flat and it got all firm from the exercising, so it's like... Ahhfff... It's like yours is a race car, and mine's the knock-off consumer version." I almost snorted in amusement at the gearhead metaphor, wondering who he'd been hanging out with. I was, however, still deeply flattered, even if I thought his ass was still very nice indeed. As he returned to embracing me, I ran one hand along his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath his pelt. God, I love the way he makes me feel all safe and protected, even when we're naked in the mountains...

"Mmmm, hold me tight, b-big brother..." I murmured, pushing back so that the whole back of my body pressed against the whole front of his. He squeezed me - with both hands - and growled possessively.

"I knew you just needed to relax, to let your hair down," he whispered, tousling my hair so that it draped onto my shoulders, "I've wondered what fucking you would be like ever since - Hnngh! - since I realized you were into me... and that I wanted you back." I whimpered happily at the sound of the words, and he bit me on the shoulder. By now, I was so goddamned horny that my pain-for-pleasure response had fully kicked in, and I just felt a wave of ecstasy wash over my torso from my shoulder, making me arch my back and cry out in bliss. Fuck, sometimes I love being a cat...

Lance didn't, like, growl 'mine' in my ear all aggressive, or produce a collar from nowhere and put it on me, but with that bite, I felt like I'd been laid claim to all the same. I had been trying to resist scarring up the tree the way Lance had when he'd been in my metaphorical shoes, but discovered to my chagrin that when he bit me, I'd curled up my fingers and carved deep, fresh furrows in the wood. I'd been holding back a little, trying to keep my hands under control, but since I was beaten, I surrendered to the moment, surrendered to Lance, surrendered to this forbidden desire between us, this need that burned in my chest for my own brother. It had been burning for weeks, and was only now getting relief from the glorious sensations of Lance's thick tool sliding along the walls of my backside as he drove himself in and out of me. I was drooling pre all over the ground, the lower third of the tree, my feet, and Lance's hand, which kept maddeningly slowing down whenever I got close to the release I was dying for, keeping me on the edge, the desire to come growing more and more pointed each time. Jesus, he was good at this...

Everything just kinda... fell away again as we focused on the moment, on our trembling, sweaty bodies writhing against each other, the rhythmic creaking of the tree in time with Lance's thrusts. There could have been someone standing six feet behind us, recording the whole thing, and neither of us would have noticed if they were quiet about it. I found I really enjoyed the repetitive pat, pat, pat of Lance's pelvis meeting my soft butt each time he hilted himself in me. I shuddered as Lance jabbed at my prostate a few times in rapid succession, thought I was going to nut right there and then.

"Unngh... D-don't stop, that's so fuckin' g-good..." I moaned, pushing back against his thrusts with a little more oomph, feeling our balls lightly slapping together each time our bodies met. "God, fuck me, b-big brother..." Lance tensed for a moment and let out the sexiest growl I'd ever heard.

"Grrrrrgh... I love it wh-when you call me that..." he hissed, his voice taut with strain, "B-but not as m-much as I love fucking my little brother's t-tight, perfect ass..." I might have laughed at such a blatantly lewd line if I weren't so turned on, but as it was it just made me want him even more.

It wasn't long before the end was in sight, and I was desperately fighting off the pleasure, wanting to stay in this moment with Lance, even though I wanted to come just as desperately.

"Oh - oh Lance, I... I'm so close... I'm g-gonna come..." I whimpered. My lover let out a huff, and I felt his grip tighten on me.

"Then... then let's go t-together!" he growled, and he suddenly started thrusting faster and harder than before, only pulling out about halfway each time before slamming back home. I bellowed a long, drawn-out profanity and carved a fresh new gouge in the side of the tree as stars of pleasure danced before my eyes. I felt the muscles in Lance's arm tightening up... and then the muscles in his chest, and then his legs. I knew the moment was almost upon him too, and moaned shamelessly at how hot the idea of coming at the same time was.

I focused on the feeling of Lance's hand running up and down my twitching, drooling cock, the feeling of his rigid dick pumping in and out of my needy, clenching rump, and mercilessly poking at my prostate.

"Rrrgh, gonna fuckin' nut..." Lance panted, as if to himself, "G-gonna breed my little brother's t-tight ass..." I moaned, finding myself more enthusiastic about the idea of getting 'bred' than I probably would have if I weren't on the brink of orgasm. A heartbeat later, Lance groaned behind me, the sound turning into a snarl midway through as he simultaneously slammed home under my tail one last time and hunched forward to bite me on the shoulder, hard. I felt the white-hot blaze of feline pleasure-pain wash across my chest at the exact same time I could feel his prick, buried to the hilt inside me, throbbing and pulsing against my walls as it began to pump hot, creamy cougar jism into my ass. A lot was happening at once, but I'm pretty sure it was that subtle warmth of Lance coming deep inside me that finally pushed me over the edge. Throwing back my head, which made my hair toss dramatically, I cried out my brother's name, a long, drawn-out "Oh, Laaaaaaaance!" as if I was announcing to the world whose climax had pushed me into my own orgasm. I whimpered and gasped and moaned as my dick jumped and spasmed in my lover's hand, spurting copious amounts of semen in the form of long, gooey strands that jetted out again and again and splattered all over the aged bark of the tree's trunk. His fingers worked the most sensitive spots around my crown while he continued to stroke me, expertly dragging out my pleasures until it deliriously felt like I would come forever. Distantly, I wanted to do the same for him, but realized very quickly that my asshole was clenching down on my big brother's throbbing prick in time with my orgasm, so I suspected I was doing a pretty good job of that already.

It felt like about a year later that I found myself pitched forward, all the weight in my upper body leaning against the tree, panting like a canine and suddenly very aware of how sweaty my pelt was. My whole body still tingled with pleasure, which wasn't a surprise, as I struggled to remember the last time I came that hard. Or that much, I amended, as I became aware of the strong scent of come in the air. Lance was still behind me, his dick still fully sheathed up my backside. I clenched down gently, savouring the feeling of my brother filling me. I could still feel his come inside me, and shuddered with pleasure, the word 'bred' teasing through my mind again. I smiled dopily as I thought to myself that the part where I'd ejaculated in my own brother's hand (which was still wrapped around my slowly-softening tool, by the way) was just about the least exciting thing that had just happened.

Lance's hands had moved to my hips again as he leaned back, panting hard, letting his head hang down. Now, he slipped one of his arms around me again and tilted me back until I leaned against his chest. I whimpered as the movement jostled his still-hard cock around inside my tired, sensitive ass. Looking down, I saw jism slowly oozing down the side of the tree, but was more interested in realizing that there was a trickle of blood down my chest from when Lance had bitten my shoulder. Honestly, I wasn't particularly bothered by this, having anticipated the possibility. We are mountain lions, after all, and love bites are still bites. Lance churred to me, kissing me on the cheek from behind as he rubbed his hand through the fur on the other half of my chest. I felt loved. I felt well fucked. More than that, between the bite, the carefully-arranged camping trip, and the come deep under my tail, I felt well and thoroughly claimed by my big brother, and I liked the feeling.

"...Th-that was amazing," I whispered to him, tripping over an unexpectedly dry tongue. "Why isn't everyone a bottom?"

Lance laughed at that, delighted, and gave my ass a spank, which made me reflexively tense up, which in turn reminded me of the dick and the come inside me again.

"I'm glad your first time was good for you too," he murmured, nuzzling at me affectionately, "I love you, Troy." I whimpered happily at those words and nuzzled back.

"I love you too!" I replied, eagerly. Lance looked me up and down.

"Feeling okay? You're not too sore, are you?"

"No, I'm alright, I think," I said, considering my situation. "W-well, my ass feels okay, but my shoulder's still pretty sore."

"Ah right, sorry about that..." Lance whispered back.

"S'okay, it was worth it, I think... it's not too bad, is it? Uh, you think it's gonna scar?" I tried to sound more casual and less worried than I felt about that. The bite had been hot as hell in the moment, but the thought of being permanently marked as my brother's felt very strange. Lance craned his neck to the side and _hmmm_ed over it.

"No, I think you'll be alright, won't need stitches or anything," he decided, "Tell you what, when we get back to camp, I'll get the first aid kit and clean it for you, put some antiseptic ointment and a bandage on it. Shouldn't even leave a mark... But if you wanted it to..." He trailed off, grinning amusedly as I nervously shook my head.

"No-no, that'll be fine," I said hurriedly, and he chuckled and kissed my cheek.

After a moment of just being there with him, listening to the world around us, I slowly looked over my shoulder.

"...So I suppose from now on we'll have to call your cock the Trojan Horse, eh?" I asked, innocently. Lance frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"And why would we want to do that, exactly?" he asked, politely. Consciously holding my tail still so he wouldn't feel it wiggling with amusement against his abs, I smiled beatifically.

"You know, the thing that... got past Troy's defences, went deep inside, and then dispensed a potent payload?" I laughed delightedly at the resulting look on his face, and he sighed exaggeratedly.

"Still my little brother, check," he murmured, and then, "Man, gimme my dick back!" That was all the warning I got before he stepped back, slipping himself free of my backside with a tug that made me yelp in a higher pitch than I would have preferred.

"You know, I thought you were gonna say it felt like getting fucked by a horse wearing a condom," Lance mused, "I've already gotten enough dick jokes because my name is Lance!"

"You know, when I realized he was gonna be the top, I did think about cracking a joke, but it kinda seemed too obvious..."

First I became aware of the deep, empty feeling inside me, almost whimpering from how acutely I missed Lance's prick inside me. Then I became aware of his jism, slowly starting to seep out of me.

"Oh... oh my..." I whispered, shuddering at the feeling of my brother's hot sperm leaking out of my ass and slowly running down the back of my scrotum. It was not a part of the gay sex experience that I'd ever consciously thought about before, but I found I rather liked it, in a perverted sort of way. Turning back to look at Lance, I saw him allow a smile onto his face as he stretched out his back and took in the view.

"Ahhhh... That's better. Wow, I really creampied you, eh?" he observed, and I would have turned beet red from blushing if I weren't still so flushed from making love.

"I, uh, sort of didn't think this far ahead," I admitted, gingerly shifting my weight from one foot to the other, "I'm kind of a mess..." Lance chuckled again, pointing at me.

"Don't move," he said, already moving towards the pack he'd set down, "I brought a towel."

He turned his attention to his bag, kneeling down and beginning to root through its many pockets, and while I was waiting, I turned my attention to the tree I was still leaning against. Specifically, I looked down to the LANCE + BLAKE carving I'd been pointedly ignoring. With another glance at my brother's broad, muscular back, I smirked, then crouched down, reaching out and using all four fingers to scratch the shit out of Blake's name, all but obliterating that half of the message. Then, with the claw on my forefinger, I carefully carved new letters on the other side of my brother's name, standing up straight once I was satisfied with my work, leaving the tree - now baring the clawmarks of my passion as well as Lance's - reading TROY + LANCE. Even if it would have to be kept a secret in every other aspect of our lives, this tree, where we'd first consummated our love, would proudly proclaim our affection for all to see. It just so happened to be placed conveniently on the side of a mountain, in the middle of nowhere...

* * *

"...So I used the towel to get presentable, and Lance showed me this creek, where I learned the joys of bathing in ice-cold water," Troy said, rubbing at the back of his neck. He hadn't stopped blushing in like an hour, and wondered if that was healthy for his face. "I... I had these, um, semi-irrational worries afterwards, like I was afraid that it was just a one-time thing, like Lance just wanted to fuck me, or like he just thought it was something I needed to get out of my system and be done with it. You should have seen his face when I asked if we were dating, pretended to be offended, he was all 'Did you think I was some kind of floozy who'd just go around, giving the Good Dick to anyone who asked?!'" The slender puma and his confidante giggled at this together. It was a pretty good impression, after all.

"You know, it turned out Lance was right, there was less stress waiting for me when we got back from the trip. Since then... well, it's been different, sneaking around so nobody knows what we're up to, going out of town to date so we won't run into people who know we're brothers... but it's been really good, too!" Troy said, "Lance has shown me this, this deep, emotional side I never knew he had, and I can be honest with my own feelings without being afraid, and oh my Gooooood, the sex is outstanding." She giggled, demurely raising a hand to her lips, as if Troy hadn't just spent ages describing an act of incestuous sodomy in perverse detail. Adjusting her glasses, the canine gave Troy a curious look.

"I'm happy for you, Troy, really I am, but, uh..." She shrugged. "I kinda expected this to end with 'we had sex and now we can't look each other in the eye', or 'I fell in love but he says it's just physical', or something, I'm not sure why you're telling me all this... unless that's your kink or something."

Troy threw back his head and laughed before lowering his ears in embarrassment and raising both hands placatingly.

"No no no, nothing like that!" he quickly assured her, "It's just..." The cougar sighed, running his hand through his hair and gathering his words.

"Have we made a mistake?" he finally asked, softly, "I mean, it feels good, and it makes us happy, but... we're still brothers. It's still incest. People have thought that was sick and wrong since... since before they had last names! Can this really work out long-term, or are we just lying to ourselves?" He sighed again and looked down at his hands where they rested in his lap.

"I didn't know how to talk to Lance about it without it sounding like I was getting cold feet, but I really needed to talk to _some_body, and I've heard that you're really, you know, open-minded about, uh, alternative lifestyles. I just thought..." Troy struggled for words, reaching up to massage his forehead. As he tried to find a way to express himself, just what exactly he'd been hoping would come of this confession, his companion leaned forward and placed her hand atop his, giving it a squeeze.

"I haven't exactly seen you two together, so I can't judge your relationship myself," she started, softly, "But if being together makes you two happy, if you and Lance really love each other... then no, you are definitely, definitely not making a mistake. I promise." Feeling a wave of relief washing over him, Troy relaxed and smiled at the German shepherd across from him.

"Thanks, Anne," he said, "That means a lot to me." Reaching up and adjusting her glasses again, Anne Thompson nodded to her friend.

"You're welcome," she said, warmly, her tail wagging behind the chair, which had a gap for that purpose. "I meant every word. I think I might be able to help you with these worries of yours... you might say I have a little experience with the subject." The puma's ears perked right up, and his whiskers twitched curiously.

"Wait... what do you mean?" he asked, wondering if they had something in common. Anne shrugged apologetically, but the smile made it seem a touch insincere.

"Well, I could answer that," she replied, "but that would be implying that I could talk about your story with another person if they asked me." Troy immediately paled, holding up both hands like he'd just remembered he was allergic to gossip.

"You know what, on second thought, let's not," he said, hurriedly, "I can live with the mystery."

Giggling, Anne glanced at her phone, merely checking the time on the lock screen. She frowned just slightly.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to go over," she murmured, "I've got a thing in like an hour..." When she looked up from her phone, Troy was standing up from his chair.

"No, that's alright," the feline said, "I've gotta get going." He turned to go. Anne's frown grew as she tilted her head to regard him curiously.

"Wait, where are you going?" she said, "Is this because of what I said? For the record, I was messing with you, I would never share your story with someone else." Turning back, Troy smiled sheepishly.

"No, no, it's not that," he assured her, "It's just..." He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling himself starting to blush.

"...It's just that telling that story sort of brought a bunch of, um, memories up to the surface?" he continued, "And now I think I really need to go... spend some quality time with my brother... repeatedly." He grinned and headed off as Anne nodded understandingly, giggling to herself in delight.

"Nice guy," she said, to no one, "This friendship just got extremely interesting..."