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John and Kee: Double Feature By Green

The sun was shining down through the skylights, the freshly dusted fake palm trees looked especially peppy, and the halls were buzzing with relaxed, conversing groups of people walking here and there. An average weekend afternoon at the mall. Two of the shoppers present didn't draw much attention; one of them was a tall, rather well built fox, the kind of man who'd built his physique through hard physical labour, rather than simply from exercising in his spare time. A few nicks and scars along his bare, muscular arms made him more intimidating perhaps, but he was still quite handsome, and the warm smirk on his muzzle did a lot to counter that. He was accompanied by another fox, skinny, giggly, and clinging to the tod's arm adoringly. Everyone who looked at the pair long enough to register that they were even there assumed that the man's flouncy companion was his girlfriend. While they were close to the truth, they also couldn't be further away. The slender fox with the long, flowing hair (very light brown, with bright pink stripes to match that tight shirt), the semi-scandalous miniskirt, and the playfully mismatched knee-length stockings wasn't the big man's ladyfriend, or even just a lady. He was the larger tod's younger brother.

Kieran couldn't help but grin as they walked through the mall together, invisible in the crowd. John had had his reservations about going out in public the first time they did this, but Kieran had been right on the money; the cross-dressing fox was hiding in plain sight, his inner masculinity masked by his extremely girly exterior. It wasn't just his clothes and hair, the little fox's mannerisms were effeminate enough that he could pass for a very flat-chested vixen as long as one didn't get too good a look at his groin. And the miniskirt he was wearing made sure of that, being just slightly longer in the front, so that he could enjoy the naughty sensation of knowing guys were trying to check out his ass without worrying about accidentally showing off that his panties were somewhat snugger in front than on the other people wearing miniskirts nearby. Seeing an opportunity, he let go of his big brother's arm and practically skipped over to a T-shirt stand in the middle of the walkway, bending over as though he was closely examining the goods. At the same time, he ever-so-slightly lifted his tail, ensuring that John could catch a glimpse of his butt from this position. When he glanced over his shoulder, as subtly as he could, he practically giggled. Instead of walking over to catch up, John had come to a halt, taking a moment to just admire his sibling's shapely rear before he continued with his day. From the look on his face, he didn't want to stare, but he found it hard to resist. Looking back at a T-shirt emblazoned with a dated Internet reference, Kieran thought of one of his own, shaking his head. The only way John could have been any less subtle about checking out his brother's sweet can was if he'd bitten his lip and gasped dat ass! Of course, Kieran loved every moment of it. In fact, he'd been teasing the poor guy all day, starting with the way it began; normally Kee liked to sneak into his heavy-sleeping brother's bed and awaken him with a blowjob, but today he'd just teased John's cock through the boxers he was sleeping in until he was rock hard, his pre-come seeping into the material of his underwear. After that, he'd slipped back out of his older brother's room and waited for the big fox to awaken on his own, letting John find him in his own bedroom, naked and damp, as though he'd just gotten out of the shower (in truth, when he heard John stirring in his bed, Kieran had slipped into the backyard and dunked himself in the family swimming pool), pretending not to notice the tent in his brother's underwear or the hungry look his ass was getting while he brushed his hair in his full-length mirror and cheerily suggested a trip to the mall.

Standing up as straight as he wasn't, Kieran turned back around just as John came up behind him. "Hey, Kee," he said, "Why don't we go to the Table of Contents, see if we can find anything good?" Although he was a large man, and a construction worker, John was hardly dull-witted, and read frequently, mostly enjoying detective novels, which Kee found 'okay', and gritty, realistic military stories of the sort that bored Kieran to tears. The bookstore, while fairly large and quiet, wasn't a terribly sexy place, but the femmy vulpine hadn't had anything in mind for this trip to the mall other than teasing the crap out of his brother, and he could do that just as well in the bookstore as anywhere else, so he nodded. "Sure thing, big brother," he said, softly, so that his voice wouldn't carry to nearby shoppers and clue them in to his true nature, "lead the way!" And so, they headed to the nearby entrance, Kieran once again clinging lovingly to John's arm, quite enjoying himself today. He could hardly wait until they got home and he could jump his brother's bones, it was going to be amazing...

Once inside the store, the brothers separated again, each searching for their own reading material, and they began to wander the aisles. Kieran started in the fantasy section, but aside from a few covers featuring brawny, scantily-clad barbarian warriors, he didn't find much that caught his eye today. He was about to turn the corner and head into the large, generalized "fiction" section, where the store stuck anything that couldn't be easily put into one of their other categories, when he heard his lover's voice from behind him. "Oh, Kee," John said, cheerily, "I'm pretty sure I've found something over here that you're just going to love!" From the tone of his voice, Kieran assumed (hoped) that it was something naughty, maybe a book on sexual positions or a history on cross-dressing or something. Maybe this branch of the store had finally added an 'erotica' section... Eagerly walking over, his tail swaying back and forth with excitement, he found himself in a section tucked away in a back corner; one had to walk all the way over to the side of the back aisle just to see it. Spying the label on the wall, though, Kieran made a face. "'Paranormal Teen Romance'?" he asked, cringing, "John, what on Earth did you think I'd like over here?" His eyes widened again and he inhaled sharply as he felt John's hands on his shoulders - and more importantly, as John pressed the tent in his jeans against Kieran's butt - his attention immediately ripped away from the shelves full of crappy Twilight rip-offs. "J-John?" he whispered, trying not to whimper. He bit his lip, trembling, as the older fox began to grind his erection against his brother's backside. "You've been teasing me all morning, Kee, and it didn't occur to you that something like this might happen?" John murmured, his voice strong and even. "Something like what?" Kieran dared to ask. He felt his brother's hard-on pull away from his rear, and breathed a sigh of relief - only to swallow a moan of desire as John bent over and whispered into his ear. "I want to fuck you, Kee," he breathed, "Right here, right now."

Stepping away from his brother with another whimper, Kieran braced himself against the shelves, blushing fiercely. "W-wait, John," he protested, "We can't do it here! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for you fucking me silly, but I wanted to wait until we got home! At least let's go to the bathroom or something, lock ourselves in a stall..." In truth, Kieran loved the idea his brother was suggesting, felt himself beginning to stir and respond in his panties, but as much as the idea of doing it in a public place turned him on, he really didn't want to get arrested and/or banned from the mall. Grinning lustily, John shook his head. "Mmmm, I don't know if I can make it all the way home, little brother," he said, obviously enjoying himself, "And I can see how badly you want it too, you're not exactly hiding it very well, you horny little thing. I know, let me see if I can help convince you..." With only the merest glance to the side to check if the coast was clear, John stepped forward into the alcove and unzipped his pants, reaching into his fly and fishing out his package, letting his cock and balls flop out into view, where Kee saw that his brother was already at half-mast and growing quickly. Unable to take his eyes away from that beautiful prick, the femmy fox whimpered, his ears lowering. "N-no fair, big brother..." He bit his lip, trembling with desire. The truth of the matter was that pleasing John was hardly the only reason Kieran liked to wake him up with a BJ; he was infatuated with his big brother, and just touching his body, playing with his cock, it turned the tod who dressed like a vixen on tremendously. Right now, as John slowly began to stroke his shaft, bringing himself to full erection, Kieran was actively fighting the urge to drop to his knees and take his brother's cock into his mouth. Then he fought the urge to lick his lips while staring longingly at John's dick. While he was frozen with desire, not sure what to do, John stepped forward again, and suddenly extended his arm, sticking his hand under Kieran's skirt. The slender fox yelped as his brother's thick fingers closed over his package, giving his balls a good squeeze and teasing a fingertip along the underside of his shaft as it strained against the material of the panties, which were never meant to contain him. Finally, with a moan of frustration, Kieran pushed his lover's hand away and flattened his ears in surrender. "Ohh... d-dammit John," he whimpered, "this is still a t-terrible idea..." Sighing dramatically, giving in to his arousal, he semi-reluctantly turned around, bracing himself against the far wall and bending over as he flagged his tail up high. "...You're just lucky I c-can't say no to that dick," he whispered, feeling even sluttier than usual.

Kieran was hoping John wouldn't waste any time, and that they would soon get down to a quick, energetic fuck so they would have less chance of getting caught, and yet he couldn't bring himself to complain when instead the brawny fox stepped forward and pressed his erection against his brother's shapely ass, leaning in to push some pink hair out of the way and gently kiss the back of Kee's neck, forcing him to swallow a moan, already aching to feel that cock inside him. As the big man continued to kiss and lick at his sensitive neck, the younger male shivered, eagerly anticipating - there, the feeling of his brother's strong hands running down his sides, disappearing under the miniskirt and fondling his parts some more. Then, with a farewell grind against his butt, John knelt down behind his lover and flipped his skirt up in the back. He automatically reached for Kieran's panties, but paused a moment once he actually got a good look at them. "...My Little Pony, Kee? Seriously?" he asked, incredulously, "This is reaching unprecedented levels of gay, even for you... Where did you even -" Kieran cut him off with a whine, blushing and pushing his butt back towards the other male's hands. "Just fuck me, John, you can make fun of my panties later..." With a chuckle, John hooked his fingers around the waistband of those panties, tugging them down, little white horse and all. Pulling the underwear down to Kieran's knees, taking the pressure off of his erection, which was now lifting up the front of his skirt most embarrassingly, John leaned forward and suddenly pressed his lips against the tight ring of muscle beneath his brother's tail. Stiffening from head to toe, Kieran slapped a hand over his mouth to suppress his groan as he felt John's tongue push inside him, teasingly licking at his inner walls. His toes curled up in his fashionable shoes as his own cock throbbed, drooling a drop of shining pre-come down to the lightly carpeted floor beneath them. They were in danger of getting caught, but Kieran was still a little disappointed when John didn't linger, pulling back and getting a little tube of lubricant out of his pocket, cluing his brother in that the big fox had been planning on jumping him before they went home all along. And yet, as he watched John slather the stuff on his mighty dick, as he felt the sudden chill of the cool substance inside him when John stuffed a couple fingers into his entrance to get him nice and slick, Kieran decided he was totally okay with that.

Wiping his hand on his jeans, John stepped forward and took firm hold of Kieran's hips, pausing for a moment to give his buttocks a nice squeeze. Then, glancing up at his effeminate sibling's face, he raised his eyebrows. He didn't need to say it out loud after all this time. You ready? Biting his lip, Kee nodded energetically, then turned to face the shelves, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensations as John removed one hand from his hip, presumably to help line himself up, and then the feeling of the head of his lover's firmness pressing at his backdoor. Kieran savoured the anticipation and clenched his teeth as hard as he could to pre-emptively silence what would otherwise be a fairly loud gasp of pleasure when - and suddenly, 'when' came to pass, as John apparently deemed himself appropriately aligned, and somewhat roughly shoved his hips forward, burying his rigid prick beneath his little brother's tail, nearly hilting himself on the very first thrust. Normally, he would take it a little slower, let Kee get used to it, but Kieran didn't mind, remembering where they were. There was only a quick moment of discomfort anyway; they'd done it often enough that he was able to take his brother fairly easily by now, though Kee prided himself on still being tight enough to make his lover shiver. With another thrust, Kee felt John's balls pressing against his own, and whimpered with desire, adjusting his arms to better brace himself against the shelves, which he thanked his lucky stars were sturdy, old-fashioned wood affairs. The shelves in the small book sections in the general stores around here would never hold up to their average lovemaking session (though of course John hated when Kee called it that). Kieran shivered and grinned blissfully as his big brother finally pulled back and then thrust forward again, picking up a quick, somewhat rough pace, slamming himself into the other fox's tight rear again and again, Kieran digging his well-maintained claws into the wood of the shelves as that beautiful penis filled him up so well, before moving a hand to his mouth to keep from yelping and barking like a feral with the amount of pleasure he was receiving.

This turned out to be a good idea, as John soon moved a hand forward to grip his femmy sibling's prick, stroking him with the leftover lube to give him a proper reach-around, and the result would have been a yelp of surprise and delight. But he tried to listen to common sense; Kieran had been expecting to walk out of the store with come under his tail, like a naughty secret that would turn him on until they could get home and he could finish himself off. But... "J-John, no... if you keep - ahhh... you're gonna make me c-come all over the display..." He wasn't entirely surprised by the chuckle he got in response, but he wasn't exactly pleased about it either. "I think the world will keep spinning," John whispered, "even after the tragic loss of such thought-provoking literature, little brother." Kieran continued to protest, but John was ignoring his words in favour of nibbling on one of his lover's ears, so Kee soon fell silent, apart from the panting and whimpering of course. He was almost embarrassed how quickly he was reacting; Kieran was an experienced bottom, at least with John, and he usually managed to outlast his brother with ease, being rewarded afterwards with some slow, tender oral. This time, though, he was drooling pre and muffling gasps and pushing back against his sibling's energetic thrusting already, and as the head of John's dick nudged against his prostate, Kieran shuddered from the tips of his ears down to his slim, well-kept toes. He didn't think his brother wanted to humiliate him, John wasn't the type, but making Kee come on the books in a bookstore seemed a bit more cavalier than usual. As the muscular vulpine slammed home again with a grunt, it occurred to his shuddering lover that maybe he'd gone a bit too far in teasing the big lug, so that John wouldn't care what was in the 'splash zone' as long as he got to make Kieran his.

The effeminate fox was pulled rather roughly away from such introspective thoughts as John moved his other hand down to squeeze and paw at his brother's balls, gently biting down on the loose skin on the back of his lover's neck and growling with need. As he began to rut Kieran like a feral in season, he began to poke at one of the self-admittedly stereotypical vulpine's other weak points: dirty talk. "God, your ass is so fucking tight, little brother..." he murmured into Kieran's ear, practically hissing the words with his need, "What do you say we show it off a little, hmm? Maybe - mmmmnn... Maybe I could pick you up, and we could show the nice p-people at the front of the store just how tight you are, eh?" Shuddering, clenching down hard on the stiff flesh within him, Kieran shook his head. "J-John, don't talk like that, y-you're making me blush..." he whimpered, trying and failing not to imagine it. "Oh dear," his brother said in a falsely sympathetic voice, "If you're blushing now, imagine how red your s-sweet little cheeks will be when you're..." Gritting his teeth and shuddering, John composed himself. "...When you're coming all over the floor in front of strangers, dressed like a girl, from riding your big brother's dick." Kieran whimpered as if he were afraid, playing along, but his prick throbbed in John's hand and drooled an extra-large dollop of his seed to the floor at the filthy picture John's words were painting. "N-no, big brother, please," he said, as though he thought John might actually do something that crazy, "Don't make me come in front of all those people, I - I only want you to see me like this, I want to save it all for you..." The strained noise John made was probably supposed to be a chuckle, filtered through his heavy breathing. "Well alright, K-Kee," he said, beginning to thrust a little bit harder, "When you say it all cute like that, how can I resist? You just - oh man, you just relax and get ready for your b-big brother to fill your tight ass just the way you like it..."

Even though he now knew his brother was approaching release, Kieran whimpered, now certain there was no way he was going to be able to avoid coming. For one thing, John's hand had moved on from soft, teasing strokes along Kee's shaft to full-on masturbating him, jerking him off as he buried his cock in the slender fox's rear again and again. For another thing, even if he wasn't currently getting a handjob, even if he managed to avoid climaxing, he would have had a big, obvious erection, the kind that wouldn't exactly be easy to hide in panties and a miniskirt, so he would have to find some relief just to leave the store, or he might as well be carrying a flag reading I'M A DUDE. And yet, despite all his anxiety about the mess... "Nnngh, harder, big brother, fuck me harder!" he whimpered, pushing back against John to get that thick, beautiful cock as deep inside him as he could, having thrown caution to the wind. John growled again, only too happy to oblige, slamming home with enough force to make their balls slap together audibly (though thankfully the light fur on their scrotums muffled the noise) on every in-stroke. Before too long at all, John groaned, shuddering. "Oh fuuuuck, here it comes, Kee, here it comes..." Normally, Kieran liked to beg his big brother to 'fill him up with come' or make some other vulgar request, but he was himself currently on the brink of orgasm, and he found it hard to do anything but moan. True to his word, John suddenly thrust home, hilting himself in his brother's tight backside one last time, before he hunched over, burying his muzzle against Kieran's back in order to muffle his grunts and groans. As Kieran felt his lover's prick throbbing and twitching inside him, spurting gouts of hot, vulpine come deep into his rear, felt the heat of that semen as it spread to fill what little space existed around John's dick, the girly fox was pushed off the precipice and felt his own climax bursting from within him. Acting desperately, he grabbed a book off the shelf, a particularly uninspired knock-off entitled Midnight, and, opening it to a random page, he held it in front of his cock with both hands as he followed John's example, his prick throbbing again and again in his brother's grip, his thick, gooey seed erupting from within and jetting out to splatter against the insipid monster romance, emptying his balls in spasms timed perfectly with the muted grunts that managed to slip past his clenched teeth.

The brothers sagged down, spent, as their releases burned away, though they didn't linger as long as they usually did, given that getting caught in afterglow was just as bad as getting caught in the middle of The Deed. John stood up straight with a grunt and pulled out, his cock slipping out of Kieran's backside easily, still shining with his seed. Patting his pockets for a moment, he retrieved some crumpled napkins, left over from some roadside meal or other, and got his dick in a slightly cleaner condition that would at least allow him to put himself away without getting his underwear sticky with leftover come. Kieran didn't notice this, as he was still leaning against the shelves for support, breathing hard and trying to remember the last time he'd come that hard from such a short session. He glanced over to his brother at the sound of a chuckle, just in time to see him stuff his package back inside his boxers and zip up his fly. "Not that I don't find the view just as appealing afterwards, Kee," he said, smirking, "but you can put your tail down now." Blushing, but smiling, Kieran did just that, but he couldn't yet address his panties, looking down at the book in his hands. "Damn, little brother, you really busted a nut," observed John, laughing softly, "I'm impressed." Kee gingerly closed the book, dooming those pages to never be opened again once his 'all-natural glue' dried, and put it back on the shelf, behind every other copy there. As he reached for his panties, though, John stopped him. "Just a sec, let me clean you up a little," he said, though this time he wasn't planning napkins. To Kieran's surprise, John dropped to his knees and took his brother's wilting penis into his mouth, running his tongue along the skin and slurping away the sweat and come. After a couple seconds of an unnecessarily thorough cleaning, John stood up again, and winked. "There you go, spic and span, hehe..." Kieran giggled and curtseyed to his brother. "Thanks, John, feels nice and clean now," he said, before bending over to pull up his panties, enjoying that even right after coming, John still leered every step of the way, and even gave his butt a playful swat as Kieran focused on pushing the tip of his tail through the appropriate hole in the back of his underwear. With that done, and the brothers once again in a state fit for a public appearance, they left the alcove, which still carried the scent of their lovemaking, trying to look innocent. Well, John was, anyway, Kieran mostly just grinned like the cat who'd caught the canary, savouring the feeling of his brother's still-warm come inside him.

The brothers slipped out the front of the Table of Contents, avoiding eye contact with any of the other people nearby and ignoring the pleasant 'have a nice day' sent their way by the nice llama behind the counter. As they re-entered the mall, both of them relaxed, free of the fear of being caught and punished for their little performance at the Paranormal Teen Romance section. Sighing, Kieran took his brother's hand again and leaned his cheek against John's shoulder. "That was so risky, big brother," he said, pouting cutely, "We're lucky we didn't get arrested or something." Glancing over, John smirked. "You say that like you didn't enjoy every second of it," he chuckled. Kieran couldn't help but grin back. "Oh, sure," he replied, "but since when have I been a paragon of good judgement? God, that was so good, I'm still warm inside..." Kieran blushed a little as he clenched his inner muscles, felt his older brother's semen squishing around inside him. He fell silent, partly to savour the sensations, partly because a couple of bears wearing World of Warcraft T-shirts walked past, extremely close to the brothers. It was likely that they would have been completely oblivious to Kieran, the way they were vigorously debating the virtues of different armour sets, but he didn't want to take any chances. He might have been girly enough to fool nearly everyone at a glance, but he just couldn't get his voice high-pitched enough to pass for a female in actual conversation. Once the coast was clear, Kieran looked back up to the subject of his adoration and smiled again. "So, what do you want to do next?" he asked, "You think Ariadne's has the summer line of lingerie in yet?" The look John sent him told the femmy fox that he was strongly considering the option, but with a twitch of his ear, he glanced down the main corridor of the mall, past all the little shops and stores, all the way to the big, flashy facade that made up the entire back wall, two relatively unassuming doors separating the main body of the mall from the establishment beyond. "Hmmm... You know, lingerie is usually fun, little brother," he murmured, his words already tinged with joy and good humour, "but how about we go see a movie instead?" Lowering his ears facetiously, Kieran pouted. "Nothing new is out, so you probably want to fool around some more," he deducted, "But Joooohn, we fool around at the movies all the time! I wanna try something different for a change!" Turning to face him, John looked surprised. "But it will be different, Kee!" the big man said; even though the very tone of his voice made it clear that he was building up to a joke, Kieran couldn't help but bite, curious. "How so?" he asked, cautiously. John winked and gently poked his lover in the nose. "This time you're wearing those stupid panties, remember?" Kieran made a face as John laughed to himself, but it was a struggle to keep a grin off his muzzle as they walked down the hall towards the theatre, idly discussing which movie to have on as background white noise to their misbehaviour.

They had decided on a romantic comedy that a) had come out a few weeks earlier and that b) wasn't doing very well in the box office, banking on the idea that there wouldn't be many other people in the audience. While they waited in line, Kee clung to his brother affectionately, afraid to speak up with so many people around. Of course, it wasn't until it was his turn that he realized, to his horror, that he'd have to speak to buy a ticket. Usually going to the movies was something they left the house intending to do, and Kieran wore clothes that were more gender-appropriate, albeit still tight and flattering. Curse this theatre for not buying automatic kiosks yet! Blushing, ears down, he was just about to bail on the line entirely when a strong hand on his shoulder gently pushed him aside and John stepped forward. "Two for Summer in Sydney, please," he said, simply, then turned to look at his brother and winked. Smiling back warmly, feeling genuinely affectionate and not just flirtatious, Kieran took his hand again and walked into the theatre with him. "Thanks," he whispered. John said nothing, but he gave Kee's hand a gentle squeeze.

Walking into the theatre, they saw that they did indeed have the run of the place, there were only three other people there, one near the front, and two off to the side who seemed to have much the same idea as John and Kieran. Settling firmly in the back, beneath the projectionist's booth, the brothers made themselves comfortable just as the 'coming attractions' reel began. As tailored for the movie's target audience, it was all romantic comedies and serious dramas about middle-aged couples having marital problems, interspersed with ads for sensible cars. Kieran wasn't entirely surprised when he felt his brother's hand on his leg before the movie had even started, rubbing gently along his thigh as if he couldn't resist that soft, silky vulpine fur, teasing closer and closer to the hem of that miniskirt as smooth jazz filled the theatre and the logos of the companies that had produced the movie animated themselves into existence. Kieran sat perfectly still, smiling, watching that hand's every move, trying to anticipate when John would lose his patience. The fact that he'd already started pawing at Kieran indicated that his brother had already started to recover from their little tryst in the stacks. His eyes flitted up to the screen, distracted, when the backing music of the opening credits was joined by the lead protagonist monologuing about her poor romantic history and the various uninteresting things that had lead her to take a vacation. Of course, Kee didn't pick up on any of that, he merely glanced up for a second when he heard a person's voice, and naturally, John took advantage of that minute distraction, his hand suddenly slipping under Kee's skirt and boldly gripping his bits through his panties. Kieran's hand made it to his lips just in time to muffle a yelp of surprise and desire as he felt his brother's thick, coarse fingers squeezing and teasing his much softer flesh. Turning to look at John, he saw that the elder fox had that hungry look in his eyes, the one that his co-workers apparently liked to say indicated that the big man should have been born a wolf. Kee could sort of see why other people tended to find John very intimidating, but when he looked at his brother, everything he saw just made him desire the other vulpine all the more. Even when he was scowling and glaring at something that had pissed him off, an expression that had nearly gotten him maced by an old woman on one occasion, Kieran thought John was dead sexy when he was angry.

Shuddering and swallowing another gasp as John squeezed and fondled his package, Kieran dug his nails into the plastic armrests on his seat, now completely oblivious to the story of a thirty-something fennec fox taking a trip to Australia and predictably falling for a charming Wallaby, and whimpered. "Oh - oh God..." he whispered, "B-big brother, I - I want you so bad... want to feel you inside me again..." To his surprise, John's ears lowered ever so slightly, and though it was hard to tell in the dark, Kieran could swear his sibling was blushing. "W-wait a second, Kee," John replied, his hand momentarily halting in its spirited groping, "I didn't know you wanted to fuck, I just thought you were gonna blow me while I, you know, fingered you the way you showed me, with the prostate rubbing and stuff..." The younger fox grinned, delighted. It wasn't often he caught his big brother off guard like this, to the point where he wasn't speaking with his usual supreme confidence. While John looked uncertain, Kee returned the favour, moving his slender hand to the other man's crotch, unzipping the larger vulpine's fly and slipping inside to rub and touch at his brother's penis through his boxers. "Normally I think that would be a lovely idea, since I didn't get the chance this morning," Kieran whispered, continuing to fondle that fat prick, "but you haven't showered since the bookstore, sweetie, and you know I've got that rule about oral. 's gotta be clean, big brother. Come on, you know you want to, what's the matter?" Leaning in, he kissed the big man, shivering as John's hand slowly began to rub and squeeze his parts under the skirt again. It was all Kieran could do not to moan into his lover's mouth as he felt John's beautiful cock twitching and pulsing, reacting to his touch by growing stiffer and longer. Kee was, of course, getting hard himself, and he soon began to whimper as his prick found itself uncomfortably constrained by his panties. Picking up on the source of his distress, John instinctively adjusted the positioning of his brother's shaft inside his girly underwear, but carefully kept it entirely inside the panties. Breaking off the kiss, John glanced back at the rest of the theatre. Following his eyes, Kieran scanned the room, noting the feline couple making out to the side of the theatre, keeping their hands above the clothes as far as he could tell, or the middle-aged human woman near the front who seemed genuinely interested in the movie. No one's attention was turned their way, but John still seemed uncomfortable. "Are you serious, Kee?" he asked, "You want me to fuck you here? I only brought the one lube packet, you know, and we could get caught! We've done a lot of messing around in movies, but we've never actually fucked right out here in the open like that." Kieran bit his lip and shivered as he suppressed a moan, feeling himself throb in his panties, getting worked up by his lover's words; once upon a time, the idea of his brother taking him 'dry' would have had him literally begging John for mercy, but they'd been making love for so long that after the lubed-up workout he'd received in the bookstore, he'd easily be able to take John under his tail without a problem for the remainder of the day... though of course the real reason he almost moaned was that the idea of John using his own leftover come as lube for round two turned the femmy fox on so much it had him pre-ing in his panties.

Biting his lip and brushing his bangs out of his eyes as his brother continued to fondle his prick through his feminine underwear, Kieran blushed and smiled. "Come on big brother, was it that forgettable? I still dream about it..." he whispered, grinning in the dark. John frowned, definitely blushing by now. "Okay, there was one time," he admitted, "but that barely counts! We were, you know, the only people in the theatre!" He sighed, a thin smile on his lips. "And that movie didn't even suck, you'd think it was Battlefield Earth 2 or something..." Kieran didn't follow that reference, but John certainly seemed amused, so he assumed it was an action movie thing. Continuing to squeeze and fondle his brother's expanding cock, he moved his other hand to his skirt, pressing down through it to hold John's hand against his own penis, grinding against the big, strong hand and showing off exactly how horny he was. "You know, John," he whispered, "It's barely been twenty minutes since you talked me into raising my tail for you at the bookstore, this is just a bit hypocritical..." By now, John was fully hard, and Kieran suspected he was having just as much trouble resisting his suggestion as he himself had before their dalliance at the Table of Contents. Pouting as adorably as he could, the crossdresser leaned in and playfully licked his lover's cheek. "Come on, don't you want to stick your great big cock into me and see if I'm still hot and messy inside? Please, big brother?" John bit his lip, his eyes darting back and forth between the hand stuffed into his pants and the tent where his own was hidden by Kieran's skirt. Sensing that he'd almost convinced him, Kieran gave his brother's balls a gentle squeeze and leaned up to play his teeth along John's sensitive ear. "You know, worst case scenario, I'm the one who gets caught in a dress riding his brother's dick," he breathed, "You've never been afraid to chance getting caught before, John... why start now?"

There was a moment of silence as John chewed on this. Kieran wasn't terribly surprised when, at the end of that moment, his brother muttered 'fuck it' and began to kiss him with gusto. Breaking it off early, squirming in agitation from the strength of his desire to be taken again, Kee got up and lifted the armrests on either side of John's seat, shuddering with need as he climbed back onto the chair, kneeling with a be-stocking'd leg on either side of his brother's body, settling down to sit in John's lap, facing him. Feeling John's erection prodding at his rear through his panties, Kieran barely avoided moaning with need, mildly worried that if he got any hornier he would just spontaneously come in his panties. John immediately embraced him, holding him tight against his chest, and against his crotch, licking and nipping at Kieran's sensitive throat, slipping a single finger into Kee's panties, poking and teasing at his anus as he churred with vulpine arousal. "God damn, Kee," he whispered, "I didn't know you were this persuasive... you must really want a nice, hard dicking..." Kieran shivered and pressed down harder against John's erection as the big man continued, more to himself now than to his lover. "It'll be fine anyway, the ushers walk in from the front of the room just like everyone else, right?" he said, as if he were trying to reassure himself, "If some walk in, there'll be plenty of time for you to get off my dick and me to zip it up before they get anywhere near here." Kee nodded enthusiastically, though honestly at this point he was so horny he'd probably have tried to go for it if there were ushers constantly scanning the seats with flashlights for smuggled-in sandwiches or camcorders. Placing one hand on Kee's cheek while that playful finger on his other hand slipped inside the femmy vulpine and teased at his rear, John kissed him again, hungrily, and all doubts seemed to evaporate.

When they finally broke off the kiss, Kieran lowered his ears reverently. "Ok-kay, big brother..." Kieran whispered, barely audible, "I'm ready if you are..." The younger fox trembled in anticipation as John's finger gave a farewell wiggle against his inner walls and then unceremoniously departed. Instinctively clenching, as though he were trying to keep the digit within him, Kieran shivered in his lover's embrace, his prick throbbing and leaking more pre-come into the cartoon image on his underwear. The elder fox pushed up on Kee's rear, encouraging him to lift his butt for a moment. As John worked his parts out of his fly again, the younger male moved to get up, reaching under his skirt towards the waistband of his panties. "Oh, I forgot," he murmured, "Let me take my panties off first, that'll make it easier for you and I can -" here he interrupted himself with a giggle, "I can stuff them in my mouth so I don't moan when I come." To his surprise, he felt his brother's hands on his hips, tugging Kee back down towards his lap. "Sorry, little brother," John said, perhaps relying on his knowledge of how much the big brother/little brother wordplay turned Kieran on, "but these are staying right where they are." Kieran, surprised, was about to protest, but found his words pre-emptively interrupted as John reached under Kee's tail, tugged the material of his lover's panties to the side, exposing his anus, and then pulled his girly brother down onto his prick.

Kieran clapped a hand over his mouth as he was manhandled onto his brother's dick, shuddering from head to toe as the head of John's cock pushed into his tight entrance for the second time that day. A muffled 'Fuck!' was all that he could manage as that proudly erect shaft slid into him, inch by inch, not so much feeling like it was barging in uninvited as it was that it was returning to the place it was meant to go. His toes curling up in his stockings, Kieran whimpered and shivered as he gradually slid down John's pole until it was hilted within him, and he was once again seated in his brother's lap. Unable to stop trembling, he buried himself in his lover's chest with a quiet whine. Holding him tight, John kissed the crown of the femmy vulpine's head, breathing deeply of the scent of his well-maintained hair as he rubbed his back and whispered encouragement to him. On the one hand, Kieran found it a major turn-on when John played the dominant card, but on the other, with all that dick inside him, he was now drooling pre into his favourite panties at an almost constant rate. As John gave him a moment to get used to the intrusion under his tail, he finally looked up from John's chest, blushing. "B-big brotheeeeeer..." he whined, "I haven't even gotten my bits free yet, you're making me mess up my underwear..." As he reached down to rectify the situation, John gently swatted his hand away. "Uh, uh, uhhh!" he scolded, sounding quite pleased with himself, his confidence restored, "You're going to get them a lot messier before we're done here. What's the matter? I thought you liked it when I make you come in your underwear." Blushing even harder, Kieran whimpered again. That was true, of course, but that wasn't the point here. "B-but John," he said, even more quietly than before, "these are my favourites..." Nipping at one of Kieran's cheeks, John growled quietly. "I know. I hate that cartoon, and I hate those panties, Kee," he said, "That's why you're going to come in them... soak them until they're ruined." Kieran whined and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from getting any louder. He knew John didn't really care about his Pony fixation, or they wouldn't have gone this far, John would have gotten turned off as soon as he saw the underwear. It was a silly joke that was getting deliciously escalated to a full-blown fantasy. Kee thought the aggressive tone in John's voice was a little over the top, though, and he rolled his eyes and blushed at the same time. This was the hardest 'embarrassment boner' he'd ever had, and he loved it.

With that 'settled', John slipped his hand under Kieran's skirt and, firmly gripping his drooling cock, began to stroke his brother through the thin material of his panties. At the same time, his other hand urged Kieran up, inviting him to begin riding John properly. He was still kind of pouty about the impending mess in his underwear, but they'd hardly be 'ruined' as John had put it, a quick spin through the washing machine would have them good as new. So, pushing down with his thighs, he rose off of John's lap until only the tip of that magnificent penis was still inside him, and then pushed back down, not content to let gravity do the job, shivering as it spread his inner walls and filled him up so wonderfully again. He lingered for just a second, savouring the sensation of fullness, then, with a loving squeeze of his rear muscles, Kieran began to move again, quickly getting into a regular rhythm as he rode his brother's cock. Moving his arms up and laying them on John's shoulders, fingers laced together behind his neck, Kieran grunted as a particularly delicious thrust rubbed the head of John's dick against his prostate. "Uhn! F-fuck, big brother, this is so good..." he moaned, just as the movie's backing music swelled for a dramatic, sweeping view of Sydney at night that was entirely wasted on the rutting siblings. As Kieran panted like a feral, grinning stupidly from the sheer amount of pleasure he was receiving, his lover raised a hand and pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhhh, little brother," John whispered, the strain just showing through in his voice, "Don't want anyone to hear us..." Pouting exaggeratedly, Kieran made his next thrust down extra hard, inwardly enjoying the twitch of the elder fox's cheek from the unexpected pleasure. "Awww, but big brooootheeeer," he whined, "you know how much I love this, it's so hard not to make noise... I can't believe you - nnnff - you didn't want to do this..." Chuckling, John placed a hand on the back of his lover's head. "Well then," he said, "let me help you with that noise problem..." Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Kieran's, and the two foxes began to kiss again, the rest of the theatre well and truly forgotten.

It was a little tricky at first, with the way Kieran was riding up and down, but soon the brothers had gotten used to it, and were kissing passionately as Kee's smooth motions helped build the pleasure up in them both. He faltered only once, eyes fluttering open, when he felt John's fingers under his skirt, closing around his prick through the panties, beginning to stroke him in earnest. Kieran moaned into his lover's mouth at that; John really did mean to make him come in his panties, and the idea had the effeminate sibling's toes curling up and his tail swishing excitedly. Breaking off the kiss, he hugged John tighter, whimpering and trying to keep it quiet as his prick throbbed in his brother's grip, leaking more pre into his beleaguered underwear. "Oh... oh God..." he breathed with a quivering voice, "Fuck me, John, fuck me! Nnnngh..." Of course, he was the one doing all the work, but he didn't know the verb for what he was doing, and it was more fun to gasp 'fuck me' anyway. The words seemed to do the trick, though, as John shuddered against his skinnier brother and growled with need. "Ohhh, little brother, you're s-so much tighter than you have any right to be..." he whispered, running his free hand through his brother's long, flowing hair, playfully nipping at his neck to make Kieran whimper with desire. "I'm gonna - I'm gonna come inside you, Kee, gonna cream you g-good, fill you up..." he hissed, tensing up in time with his dick throbbing within the tight confines of Kieran's rear, "...s-so that there'll be no doubt that your ass belongs to me." Gasping and muffling his cry with a hand clamped over his mouth, John regained his composure and looked directly into his lover's eyes. "I'm gonna make you mine, little brother..." he breathed. Kieran swallowed a moan and shuddered, gazing at John practically worshipfully. "Ohhhh fuck..." he whimpered, "I've_always_ been yours, big brother, yours and no one else's!" This time, it was Kieran who initiated the kiss, leaning in and capturing the more muscular fox's lips with his own. Maybe it was the thrill of potentially getting caught, maybe it was the position they were doing it in, but even though it was the second romp of the day, Kee could already feel his pleasures beginning to build up inside, and from the looks of things, he was going to come even harder than he had when he'd ruined that book.

They continued making love for a while, neither of them really worried that they would outlast the movie, as they hadn't even gotten to the inevitable dramatic argument that threatened the heroine's budding relationship yet. Kieran was twitching and trembling atop his lover's lap fairly constantly now, feeling John's prick rubbing along his inner walls every time it pushed its way inside, filling him up deliciously. By now, every time he lowered himself onto his brother's shaft, he throbbed and leaked pre into his panties, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. Leaning back, ears lowered, he focused on staying quiet as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "Oh - oh big brother... I'm g-getting so, so close..." he whimpered, "I'm gonna coooome... p-please tell me you're close too?" Immediately, John began to stroke his lover's cock even faster, and Kieran just barely managed to swallow a groan of pleasure. "Oh fuck, yes," the older fox hissed, dragging out the 'S' sound, "come with me, little brother, c-come as hard as you can, make these p-panties drip!" Picking up the pace himself, hoping no one else was close enough to hear the muffled slapping as he repeatedly sheathed his brother's dick in his backside, Kieran felt his muscles instinctively tightening up as the end approached him. "Oh... oh God... oh God..." he panted, closing his eyes with a shudder, "Ohh, Rarity! Forgive me!" Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against John's, as much to muffle the cries he knew he couldn't keep bottled up as to kiss his lover. It was just in time, too, for no sooner had John begun to kiss him back when Kieran tensed up, moaning into the kiss as his orgasm overwhelmed him, his cock pulsing in his big brother's grip and soaking the front of his underwear with hot, sticky vulpine sperm. As he ejaculated, the muscles of his rump were automatically clenching and squeezing along John's prick, which Kieran had buried deep within himself with one final thrust as he began to come. This rhythm of squeezing and gripping at the straining erection in his backside set the elder sibling off in turn, exactly as both of them knew it would, and just as Kieran finished his muffled cries, overwhelmed by the pleasure, John stiffened beneath him, his own climax beginning. John, unlike his brother, was known to try and suppress the noises he made when he finished, though he still grunted in time with the pulses of pleasure spreading through his body as he claimed his little brother's ass, his penis throbbing and spurting, painting Kieran's inner walls with incestuous come, making the little fox his... just the way they both liked it.

When their pleasures had finally died down, the brothers broke off the kiss, a shiny strand of saliva momentarily bridging their tongues, and just held each other, panting. Kieran glanced over his shoulder, re-assured himself that the movie was still going, and slumped forward, limp in his lover's arms. He buried his muzzle in the spot where John's neck met his shoulders, and inhaled deeply of his masculine scent, grown stronger from the sweat he'd worked up. Both of the siblings had Human-like genitals, but as he sat there, atop his brother's cock, Kee briefly imagined John with a thick, round knot on his prick, one which was currently buried inside his rump. Unlike their dog and wolf cousins, fox culture didn't put any special emphasis on the act of knotting (a mistranslation on the subject of which had lead to the Human stereotype that foxes were extraordinarily slutty in general), but whenever he dabbled in that fantasy, Kieran would imagine John laying him down and tying with him to claim his little brother as his, and no one else's. Now if only he could convince John to return the sentiment... Much sooner than he would have liked, he felt his brother's hand patting him on the back. "Okay... come on, Kee, we can't linger like this," he whispered, softly, "the movie's almost over, I think." The femmy vulpine sighed and sat up. He did have to admit that, delicious fantasies aside, being knotted by his big brother wouldn't be especially convenient for this particular situation. Sometimes, he thought, it was handy having straightforward parts. He moved to get up, but, counter-intuitively, John stopped him.

"Wait," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "...show me." Blushing and smiling shyly, Kieran reached down, took hold of the hem of his skirt, and lifted it up, exposing his underwear to his lover's gaze. It was dark in the theatre, of course, especially with the light of the movie to Kieran's back, but he had come so much that both of them could clearly see his jism glistening against the sodden material of his panties, soaked right through. Making the view even more obscene, he was still fully hard thanks to the erection still buried under his tail, and his penis tented out the damp underwear quite obviously. After admiring his handiwork for a few moments, John surprised Kee by swiping one of his fingers across the material stretched taut against his brother's penis, earning him a quiet yelp. Kee let go of his skirt and held a hand over his mouth as he giggled, blushing even harder as he watched John stick his finger in his mouth and savour the taste. "Mmmm... Well done, little brother," he whispered, finally, then leaned back, his fun over. Kieran whimpered as he pushed up one last time, throbbing in his panties and leaking some leftover come as John's cock slowly slipped out of his rump, missing the sensation of fullness the instant he was free again. Reaching down, he adjusted his underwear again, tugging the material back in place over his backdoor, then gingerly sat down in the seat next to his brother to watch the finale of the movie, as the fennec took another flight back to Australia to confront the wallaby about their unresolved feelings for each other. Kieran barely saw it, though, resting his head on John's shoulder as the big fox put his dick away, focusing more on the feeling of his brother's come inside him than on the screen.

A short while later, the credits were rolling and John and Kee were strolling out of the theatre, hand in hand. The feline couple, either oblivious or uncaring, remained in their seats, making out, and the human who'd actually seemed interested in the movie was already gone, having bailed the instant the first of the credits appeared. As they walked out the front door, nodding to the attendant who smiled blandly and thanked them for coming, Kieran sighed happily and looked up at his lover as they re-entered the mall. "John," he asked softly, "do you think they'll ever make a movie about a couple like us?" To his surprise, the bigger fox immediately snorted with amusement. "Oh, God no, I don't think the world could handle a story about a couple like us," he said, before looking thoughtful, "Well... maybe in that one section of the video store..." Kieran snickered at that, but he still playfully slapped his brother on the back of the wrist. "Such naughty thoughts, big brother," he said, pretending for a moment to be cross, "but maybe it's for the best that we're not mainstream enough, I don't like sharing you." Tail swishing behind him happily, Kieran hugged his lover's arm a little tighter, and looked up adoringly. He had enjoyed this visit to the mall more thoroughly than any other in recent memory, and it was hard to imagine how the next visit could possibly top it. But as John looked down and smiled at him, even though he didn't say anything, Kieran felt a delicious shiver run down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. Without words, the look in John's eyes had made him forget all about the next time they went to the mall...

...Because he could tell that his big brother was already planning what they would do once they got home.