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Jon came scrambling off the school bus with his binder hugged tightly to his chest. Six inches of snow meant a lot to a three-and-a-half-feet-tall otter boy, but he excitedly plowed through to the front door of the small farmhouse and let himself in.

Stamping the snow from his boots with a big grin on his saber-toothed muzzle, Jon looked up hopefully at the couch in the living room, but his smile soon fell. Kevin wasn't in his usual spot watching a movie with his usual bag of chips close by to contribute to his usual lazy belly-pudge. Maybe the junior-high bus had been later today since it was the last day of school before Christmas break.

Jon chuffed in disappointment, and stepped on the heel of one of his boots to help pull his foot up and out of it. He knew his big brother wouldn't act happy to see him, especially on the verge of two weeks basically shut in with him, but at least Jon had something up his sleeve that might get a good response from him for once. The little otter had never been so excited or sure that this would make Kevin happy.

Once his boots, socks, and winter coat were removed, Jon sighed and stretched his toe-webbings, shook the last of the snow-moisture from his rudder, and padded into the kitchen, clutching his binder to himself again. "Hi Mom! When's Kevin gonna be home?"

Mrs. Sanders didn't turn away from the stove, but her whiskers perked up when she heard her otter son. "He already is, he's up in the room. How was your last day of school?"

"It was awesome! They didn't even make us do anything, we just drew stuff and had candy and watched a movie!"

"Well that sounds fun. Did you eat any chocolate?"

"Yeccchhhhhh, no!" Jon made a face and stuck his tongue out. "Chocolate is GROSS."

The puma woman at the stove shook her head and continued stirring the pot in front of her. "I'll never know where you got that. You better get some chocolate for ME for Christmas!"

"Of couuuuurse, Mom." Jon rolled his eyes and sniffed the air. "Ooooh, are we eating fish stew?!" His rudder-tip began bapping the floor anxiously.

"Yep! Can you go tell Kevin we're eating as soon as your dad gets home? Should be about 20 minutes."

"Yayyyy fish stew!!! Fish stew fish stewwwww..." Jon scampered off up the stairs with his binder, whiskers all a-swivel and voice sing-songing as he burst into the room he shared with his big brother. "Hey Kevin, I got somethin for you from sch--"

"JESUS CHRIST DON'T YOU KNOCK GET OUT OF HERE!"

"But Kevin, I m--"

"I don't care! Jesus..." The older puma boy was sitting at his desk in just his boxers, and had scrambled to pull his discarded shirt into his lap when Jon had entered. Even in between yelling at the little otter, Kevin's breath was huffy. "What do you want?!"

"I just w-wanted to show you something I m-made for you at school, I didn't mean to scare you..."

" 'I didn't meeeeeean to scawe you...' " Kevin rolled his eyes back in his head and mocked the other boy's mild speech impediment. "You didn't SCARE me, I just want some fucking privacy right now."

Jon's whiskers trembled and he looked down at the floor at his webby toes. "I'm sorry Kevin..."

"Yeah yeah yeah." The 12-year-old puma boy shifted in his chair and grunted hotly. "Well? What is it? And shut the frickin door."

Jon looked up with hope again, then pushed the door close behind him and tried very hard to enunciate his "r"s so Kevin couldn't make fun of his speech again. "W-well...we had a drawing parrrty where we all had to drawww a picture of what we wanted to do over Christmas break..." He hastily opened up his folder and rifled through it to the place of honor at the back, shuffling over closer to his brother while gingerly removing one sheet of paper. "And I, well...I uh...Merrrry Christmas, Kevin!"

The puma reached out and snatched the proffered page, examining it with a sour look on his face. On the crude construction paper was an even cruder colored-pencil mockup of two figures: a smaller brown one atop a tan-colored one. The tan one was vaguely feline, though the details were meticulously pored over to the point that the pencil had indented the paper with each concentrated line. The brown one had a long conic-shaped tail and two lopsided fangs sprouting from its mouth. There was even an abundance of spindly snowflake shapes scattered above the pair, and a rectangular purple shape trailing from a yellow rope.

Kevin snorted. "So what, for Christmas you wanna...sit on my head in space while I drag around a...purple...thing?"

"Noooooooo, it's me riding on your shoulders while we look for a place to go sledding! You see the snow?...I couldn't figure out how to draw a reindeer in the sky..."

"Ooooh, a reindeew! That would have reawwy made sense!" Kevin mocked again, rolling his eyes at the picture before carelessly tossing it on a pile of socks on the other side of his desk without a second glance at it. "Nice picture, gaywad. And you're getting dumped right off if you EVER try to ride on my shoulders, got it?"

Jon's lips were already quivering. "I just thought you might wanna go play together like we used to..."

"Yeah except I'm not five stupid years old so I don't 'play' anymore, genius. Is that all you wanted or did you suck at drawing something else too?"

Now Jon's tail was covering his feet, and tears were blurring his vision as he tried to look up to his older brother's impatient face. "Kevin..."

The puma let out an exasperated breath and spun his chair back around toward his desk, now facing 90 degrees away from the otter. Now that the surprise of being barged in on had gone down and his heart rate had settled, Kevin decided he didn't really care about "mentally scarring" his younger brother or whatever, so he plucked the shirt out of his lap and threw it on top of the gifted drawing. Now he'd have to start almost all over...

Even in his blubbering state, Jon was shocked at what he saw. "Kevin...your pee-pee..." The older boy's penis was indeed pulled through the fly of his boxers, and was rapidly re-stiffening now that its owner's hand was wrapped around it and moving in rough, even strokes.

"Yeah, what about it? I'm doing big boy stuff, go away and quit staring at my stuff you little homo freak."

Twenty minutes later, Jon was still in the downstairs bathroom crying as silently as possible when he heard Kevin groan from the kitchen. "Ughhh...I HAAAAATE fish stew..."

* * *

And even two years afterwards, the boys' relationship was both very different and almost exactly the same.

For his part, Jon was still innocent and excited about going out to play in the snow, his young mind having pushed deep down the previous upsetting incident involving the subject. He had carefully donned his long underwear, under-shirt, and his winter coat in preparation for the year's first romp in the fresh four inches of snow all over the big farmyard. And the snow was just in time; it was the day before Christmas Eve.

The now-seven-year-old fanged otter was already concentrating on lacing up his clunky snow boots by the time Kevin came grumbling down the stairs to get suited up. Jon practically chirped in greeting, "Took you long enough! Come on, I'm almost ready to go!!"

"Shuddup, I'm coming. I'm only doing this because Dad said I couldn't play video games all day unless I went outside with you to watch you. So you better not cause any frickin' problems, got it?" Kevin snatched his bulky coat from where it hung from the wooden-raftered ceiling of the basement and tossed it over a stool next to Jon.

"Well we get to use the new sled we got! And you know how Dad hates letting us open presents early..." The sleek purple plastic sled Jon spoke of was propped up by the door, not a scratch on it and even with the packaging stickers still adorning it. That morning was a special occasion where the two boys received their joint gift early so they could use it on the first snowfall.

"Oh yeah, awesome, the SLED. It's gonna be WAY more fun than the new game system I wanted. TOTALLY." Kevin dejectedly kicked off his shorts with a huff. Shared Christmas presents with his 7-year-old freak of a brother...a pretty lousy deal. And since he was yet again recently single, he'd have to spend the whole holiday break in the house, hanging out with only Jon for company.

Jon sighed and finished up lacing his boots, standing up and stomping them into place on his oversized feet. There was just no making Kevin happy, no matter how hard he tried. "Well at least hurry up, I'm already ready!"

Kevin grunted wordlessly and didn't hurry up a single bit; instead he matter-of-factly shucked his boxers as well, taking his sweet time unrolling the long underwear he'd brought down with him. Jon gulped and immediately felt even hotter than before inside his cocoon of warm clothing. Ever since...THAT night about a year ago Kevin had almost completely stopped caring about being naked in front of his little brother, in fact seeming to wickedly flaunt it whenever he felt like. Unless the puma was occupied embarrassing Jon in other ways...and those times it wasn't Kevin's nudity the otter was worried about.

Still, no matter how many times Kevin paraded himself in the buff in front of the smaller boy, Jon never got used to how nervous it made him feel to see his big bro that way. Even at fourteen, Kevin's sack was already plump and had the slightest hint of darker hairs at the very bottom of the scrotum, and his penis was unusually fat even when flaccid. The whole package dangled and jiggled between the puma boy's thighs as he lifted one leg at a time to step into the long johns.

Kevin's tail lashed behind him devilishly as he snapped the elastic waistband around his hips finally. "You always act like you've never even seen a cock before, faggot." The older boy donned the rest of his snowsuit with a smirk while Jon tried to splutter a retort.

"I have before I just...I... It's just weird when you get naked!"

Kevin sighed and zipped up his hefty waterproof outer coat, reaching for his black knit cap and pulling it over his bearishly large ears, one of the few physical traits he shared with his little otter brother. "And THIS is why you'll never get laid, Jonny boy."

Jon didn't want to further dignify Kevin's taunting with a reaction, so he turned and clomped towards the door before he could betray his hurt and rage, grabbing the rope of the shiny new sled himself before ripping the door open and disappearing into the untrodden snow outside. The puma soon followed with a satisfied grin. That little fucker was so easy to mess with it's like he was ASKING for it.

It actually was a frigid, bitingly cold day, and the snow was powdery and showed no signs of premature melting. Absolutely perfect for sledding, Jon thought happily as he trudged up the hill on the side of the house, the one that led down to behind the small farm shed in the backyard. He was grateful he'd also thought to wrap his neck in a scarf and stuff it into the collar of his coat...any gust of chill air on his bare fur was agonizing, but oddly invigorating as well. The otter's hatred for cold weather hadn't developed yet. In fact, it seemed that it was only after this particular year that he reviled the winter so much. Possibly even this particular day...

Jon was poised at the top of the hill, looking down and planning his first trajectory, by the time Kevin appeared near the shed, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and a perpetual huff and scowl upon his exposed muzzle. Stupid sled, stupid snow, stupid little runt just haaaaad to come out and play today and I have to watch him. He can crash into a snowdrift and stay there for all I care. I just wanna go inside and jerk off goddamnit.

"Incominggggggg!" A blur of purple and brown whooshed past the fuming puma, down the hill and behind the shed. The sound of thrilled laughter filtered back to Kevin's annoyed ears. "Awesome!!! Kevin you gotta try this sled, it's so FAST!"

"Sledding is for nerds and little kids like you."

"Awwww, come on. It's our present together though! Even Dad likes sledding sometimes."

"Yeah, just cuz he likes doing stuff with YOU."

"Well...I like doing stuff with you, Kevin." Jon got no answer to that as he passed the shed to drag the sled up the hill again. The otter boy quirked his ears up at his older brother, also with no response. The puma had his muzzle buried under the zipper of his coat, and his back slumped against the front of the shed with his eyes narrowed. Jon sighed. "Well I'm taking another turn then, no take-backs!"

The otter zoomed down the hill several more times, giggling with glee and the head-rush that the speed and smoothness brought. Even as his body started to tire from the exertion of getting the necessary running start, and then dragging the sled all the way back up the hill, his rudder still wiggled ceaselessly behind him and his whiskers wiggled happily, only drooping slightly when he would note the morose state of his brother.

"Come onnnnn Kevin, take a turn! We can go down together..."

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO!"

The otter jumped at that, nose starting to quiver in fear. "O-okay, I won't make you. I just thought you'd have fun since it's your present too. You know Mom and Dad get mad when we don't play with our presents or complain about them..."

"I'm not gonna complain, I just...don't wanna play right now, okay?"

Jon's little shoulders sagged under his thick shiny coat. "Alright. Well...let me know if you do soon."

The little fanged otter felt a little bad while tromping up the hill with the sled for the next run. He had really hoped to have fun with Kevin for once, but it just never seemed to go that way. Every word he said seemed to needle his older brother and get on his nerves, and Jon wished he could ever say something that didn't aggravate him. Then maybe they wouldn't fight all the time and...other stuff Jon didn't like when Kevin was angry with him.

Finally reaching the top of the hill, Jon sighed, feeling a little bluesy now. If Kevin didn't want to play or take a turn on the sled, this would probably be his last run. He was feeling physically fatigued, but not in that magical way he was a few minutes ago. Now he was just disheartened and wanted to go inside, curl up with his ratty old stuffed silver fox, and watch Christmas movies with his parents while drinking some hot coffee. He hated cocoa.

He decided to try to make it at least a little fun, backing up the furthest yet for the running start that would propel him down the hill and past the shed. Taking a deep breath and holding it, he put his little legs to work and held the sled out in front of him, slamming it down to the ground at the top of the hill and jumping aboard. He had packed most of the snow down to a slick, almost-icy sheet on all of his previous turns, and now went whizzing down it with no resistance. The stinging wind whipped past his snout, into the hood of his coat, and made his ears tingle. At least this was a good last try, and it seemed like he was going to go farther past the shed than he ever

WHAM! The sled capsized and the otter was spilled off onto his side, squeaking in alarm. A grinning puma hovered above him, clearly proud of his ambush from behind the back of the shed. "Oh, you wanted to play, huh? Well let's play!" Kevin reached up the armpit of the otter's coat, digging mercilessly into the ticklish spot and making Jon shriek with pleading laughter.

"Quit it! Hey! I don't...I don't like that! Please...stop...!"

Kevin actually listened for once, and stopped, playfully nudging the otter's side and growling. "Think you can get me? Come on!"

The prone otter half-buried under snow yelled indignantly and genuinely upset at his brother's rough intrusion, "You KNOW I don't like that! I was having fun and you messed it up!"

"Awww, come on, I just thought we could wrestle, you know, have a little fun--"

"This is why every girl breaks up with you, you're such a JERK!"

The puma immediately stopped poking at the otter and his gently teasing purr ceased. Now every bit of mirth in his eyes gave way to pure steely murderous anger. "What the fuck do YOU know about that, you little faggot? Like YOU'LL ever have a girlfriend. I'll make sure of THAT." He cuffed Jon right across the cheek, the gloves on his hand not nearly enough to dull his knuckles upon impact. The otter gasped, eyes instantly welling up and overflowing with tears and the socket of one of his oversize fangs throbbing from the blow.

"I'm...sowwy Kevin I didn't mean it please let's just go inside--" Jon moaned, forgetting to try to control his lazy-R problem as his cheek started to sting.

The older puma didn't say a word, just panted heatedly, nostrils flaring and blowing out frozen mist for a terrifying appearance to the blurry-eyed otter beneath him. With a grunt, Kevin grabbed the zipper on Jon's coat between his fingers and yanked it down, opening the otter's front to the snappy air.

"What are you--" Jon gasped as the cold air immediately permeated his warm cocoon inside the thick layer, and he thrashed about trying to get away, but Kevin was too experienced in keeping the little otter in place, kneeling on one of the younger boy's legs and holding one of his arms with an iron grip.

"Don't you EVER...talk about my GIRLFRIENDS...like that again you FREAK." Kevin snarled through his gritted teeth, tail thrashing with each phrase, and he tugged Jon's snowsuit open further and down his arms to create more room inside.

"Kevin...it's...cold..." Jon's teeth already chattered, clicking against his big protruding tusks as he shook and writhed in the snow.

The puma seemed to pay no attention, his tail almost thrashing against the shed that hid them from view of the house. He pushed his hand down inside the un-zippered front of Jon's coat, grabbing the stretchy waistband of his long johns and pushing them down his thighs. Single-minded anger burned in his mind, fueled by the hurt he'd never admit, and he was getting revenge the only way he knew how.

"You...are...a little...queer, you hear me? I've already gotten more pussy than you'll ever see in your entire life. So what if Nina broke up with me? I'll find another one and fuck her too. You know what that means, Jon? Fuck? It means I put my COCK..." Kevin roughly pushed his hand past his little brother's genitals, briefly exposing them to the extremely cold air, and rooted his fingers around behind Jon's scrotum. "...Into her PUSSY..." Kevin's fingers finally found purchase on the otter's little asshole, a place he'd come to know quite well over the last year since he'd found the perfect way to get back at the insufferable little freak-toothed fag. "...Over...and over...again." He swirled his middle fingertip around Jon's anus until it started to enter. Even Kevin could feel the friction of his fur on the ring of muscle and skin...but his malicious rage made him not care as he worked his finger quickly up the otter's rear.

The inside of Jon's asshole was warm, as usual, at least for now, and pleasantly gripped Kevin's middle finger as he uncaringly plundered his little bro's butthole. The little otter's tiny, cold-shriveled penis and scrotum poked helplessly above the band of his long underwear, barely even moving as his body rocked from the rough fingering. Kevin's purr returned insidiously, but this time menacing, as chilly as the air around him. "Little gay otter weirdo...nice butthole, fag..."

Jon's body shook uncontrollably from the pain of being penetrated as well as the cold seeping quickly into his small body. "Kevvvvvvin... sssssssshtop...pllllease lemmmme goooo..." His words became more and more slurred with each passing minute, and only a small, high-pitched extra moan and a rolling of his eyes under their closed lids registered the otter's reaction when his older brother jammed a second finger into his asshole alongside the first one.

"No way, runt. I guess I haven't ruined your butthole enough already, so this'll teach you to never talk shit again." The joints of Kevin's fingers tugged this way and that, taking the rim of Jon's anus with them and stretching him out in preparation for an intended third.

As always, Kevin lost almost all track of time while playing with his little brother's rear opening. It was nearing on fifteen minutes when the puma unfolded his third finger and started teasing it in the fur of Jon's ass crack, and even in the biting cold Kevin couldn't help the tip of his tongue emerging from between his grinning teeth. "Thaaaaat's right, just lay there and take it, you know it's what you're for, don't you?" He rattled his two fingers around roughly in the snug, squishy passage, eagerly anticipating slipping in the third, and looked up at his brother's face to savor his surely pained and sniveling reaction.

But there was no such reaction; in fact, there was nothing at all registered on the little fanged muzzle. Jon's mouth was parted very slightly, his eyes were closed, and his facial features were completely unresponsive to Kevin's molestations and movements.

A warm thrill of fear instantly made the cougar boy's stomach churn. "Quit faking it, Jon, I know you're just trying to make me leave you alone."

The otter's breathing was shallow and slow.

"JON! CUT IT OUT!" Kevin slapped the exposed side of the little otter's face, and aside from Jon's head swiveling towards the ground, it had no effect.

Oh...shit.

Kevin yanked his fingers frantically out of Jon's asshole, wiping them in the snow and hastily re-arranging Jon's under-layers and re-zipping the snowsuit all the way up. He shoved one arm under the otter's neck and one under his thighs. With a mighty grunt, he hoisted the smaller boy against his own coated torso and began the run back to the basement door that haunted his every nightmare for years to come.

The snow continued to drift down placidly, undisturbed by wind, and slowly covered the shiny, new purple sled that lay upside-down behind the shed. Kevin never once rode that sled in his entire life.

* * *

"Mom Dad help Jon fell off the sled and must have hit his head on the shed while I went to get the shovel to clear the driveway and I found him a few minutes later and he wouldn't wake up and he's so COLD"

The two Sanders adults whipped their heads around with alarm from the screening of "It's a Wonderful Life" on the television to the sight of their elder son carrying their younger one in his arms, both still in full snowgear with water melting off their slick coats and the cougar boy's eyes wide, frantic, and streaming with scared tears.

"HE'S NOT MOVING PLEASE HELP!"

The whole hour-long ride to the emergency room, over treacherous and uncleared snow-packed country roads and then the slick highway, Kevin cried hysterically and hugged Jon's still body to his chest in the back seat that had been hastily folded down.

"I'm sorry Jon I'm so so sorry"

* * *

It was the middle of the morning the next day, Christmas Eve, when Jon finally stirred and groaned softly. He had long since been pronounced healthy and warm by the frazzled but caring nurses who were constantly harried by the increased injuries coming in from the cold, snow, driving, and drunken incidents. They all commented on how cute and small Jon was, earning strained and tired smiles from his parents. Even Kevin couldn't bring himself to roll his eyes at their remarks.

But now, hearing the small squeaky grunt from the blanketed otter on the hospital bed, Kevin's ears immediately swiveled forward from his seat across the room. On either side of him, Mr. and Mrs. Sanders were long asleep, exhausted physically and emotionally, the bear and puma both snoring lightly. But Kevin hadn't caught a single wink, and if he'd been hooked up to the hospital's equipment, they would have probably found that his heart rate and blood pressure were up to nearly unacceptable levels the entire time.

The 14-year-old cougar was by his brother's bedside silently in an instant. He didn't want to wake up their parents just yet, or alert the nurses. "Jon...can you hear me?"

The otter smacked his lips, snaked his tongue out against each fang, and rolled his head heavily over towards his older bro's voice. "Keeeevin?"

"Yup, I'm right here. How do you feel?" Kevin muttered almost under his breath, careful not to disturb his awakening brother or his sleeping parents.

"Feel funny...tired...tingly all over...izzis the hops-pital?"

"Yeah, you hit your head while you were sledding. I had gone away for a few minutes to get something and I wasn't there for you. I'm grounded for three months for not watching you close enough... I'm so sorry, Jon."

"Don't remember...I jus' r'member sledding...it was fun, you gotta try the new sled Kevin..."

The puma boy winced. "I don't think I should. Hey, I'll get a nurse in here real quick, but...can you see right now?"

Jon blinked several times and his pupils focused more, Kevin's face swinging into focus a few feet from him. "Yyyyyeah kinda, I see you there..."

Kevin scrambled to bring up a small hospital-stationery notepad and flip to the page he wanted. "I kept working on this when Mom and Dad weren't looking...I wanted to make you feel better...Merry Christmas, Jon." He held up the pad to Jon's view almost shyly.

The otter's eyes widened briefly from their droopy state as he took in what his brother had drawn. It was actually really really good...Jon was instantly jealous of Kevin's bizarrely hidden talent.

On the paper was a carefully-shaded pencil drawing of a puma boy from the chest up, grinning stupidly as a small fanged otter, perched on his shoulders, grabbed each of his ears in a little paw. All around them, perfect crystals of snow were falling, and the otter had a tiny pile of flakes atop his wool-capped head. They both looked happy.

Jon's eyes were already damp from his extended sleep, but now they started to overflow. "Kevin..."

"Don't tell ANYONE I made that, or you'll never get to see it again, got it?"

Jon sniffled speechlessly and lifted his legs, stretching for the first time since he'd been unconscious.

"Mom, Dad, Jon's awake, call the nurse! Mommmmm..."

The rest of that day was a watery warm blur to Jon, and he never managed to recall anything past the first few sled-runs from the previous day.

But he never ever misplaced the drawing that mysteriously appeared tucked into his school binder, once he discovered it on the first day back at classes. And, of course, he never showed it to a single soul.