Movie Night

Samuel had a difficult choice to make, the 17-year-old sabretooth tiger practically sweating as he scanned the shelf, his heart pounding louder and louder with each passing second. The rest of his life and the fate of his whole family might depend on this very moment: what movie are they going to watch on today's family movie night? Well okay, maybe the decision wasn't quite that severe, but he still wanted to make the right choice, the whole family took the tradition of movie night very seriously. Each Saturday him, his 11-year-old brother Ross, and his parents all sat down to watch a flick together, the responsibility of choosing the night's entertainment falling to a different person each week on a rotation. And this week it was his turn to choose once more, the feline having whittled down his options to just two: a more light-hearted comedy movie and a good ol' classic of an action movie. At times like this it was no act of cowardice to let the fates decide your path, Samuel fishing out a coin from his pocket and flicking it up in the air, catching it in his hand. The winds of destiny have spoken, a comedy it is then. He picked the movie case out from his shelf, bringing it downstairs and setting it down onto the TV table, looking around at the rest of the setup: there was a large sofa at the back of the living room and two recliner chairs towards the front on either sides of the sofa, a coffee table in the middle of the set. There was already a selection of snacks and treats laid out on the table, a mixture of both the best sweet and salty movie-watching goodies one could ever want. He sighed contently, walking back upstairs to get ready for the evening. 

As Samuel was about to go into his room, his ears perked up as he could hear a familiar quiet humming coming from the shower, a grin forming on his face as he crouched behind a corner, a predator lying in wait for his prey. A few minutes later his brother stepped out of the bathroom, only a small white towel wrapped around the boy's body. He was significantly shorter than Samuel was, only coming up to his older brother's chest, though he was growing taller every day as his growth spurt was just starting. His fur was also a bit lighter than his brother's: more of a golden yellow rather than Samuel's butterscotch. Both siblings did at least share one feature: the rather impressive looking fangs protruding from their mouths on both sides of their muzzles, useful for both party tricks and accidentally tearing up your favourite pillow while tossing around in your sleep. Ross stood in the hall struggling to tie up the towel around his waist, giving an annoyed grunt and finally just resorting to holding it up. With a glint in his eyes, Samuel snuck up behind his little brother, licking his finger before giving a great big slap on the boy's ass, a padded thud soon overpowered with a yelp from Ross. The surprise caused the younger brother to lose grip on the towel, it falling down onto the ground just as he spun around with an annoyed look on his face, finding the grinning face of Samuel staring down at him, the boy whispering, 
"Ow, can you fucking not?!" 
"What's the matter? You loved me slapping your ass just a few days ago. I'm pretty sure you even begged me for it."
"Yeah, that's very different, you dick!" 
"Hey, a slap is a slap. Plus, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have given me a show otherwise."
Samuel pointed down to Ross's crotch, his sheath and balls swinging around as he adjusted his stance. A slight blush washed over his cheeks, both the ones on his face as well as the ones under his stubby tuft of a tail, though the latter was turning red from a different reason than just shyness. He quickly bent down to pick up his towel, Samuel spotting his tip peeking out from his sheath just before he wrapped himself back up. 
"Aha, I told you so! I saw that, you're getting horny from me slapping you around! No wonder I always won all the fights and wrestlings we've had over the year, I thought it was just because I was jacked as fuck while you're a little dork, but maybe you always let me win just to get your rocks off, you dirty little perv!"
Samuel poked at the boy's belly and laughed, Ross huffing and swatting the hand away, 
"You didn't always win, and I'm pretty sure your mind wasn't exactly clean the whole time during our wrestling either."
A sly smile crept on his face as he leaned closer to Samuel, putting his hand on his brother's chest and slowly moving it downwards, 
"Bet you'd like to pin me down and fuck me senseless right now, huh?" 
Both of the felines grinned and giggled, Samuel pushing Ross off, 
"Definitely wouldn't mind it, but right now I need a shower. Smell like a fucking skunk, I think mom and dad would pass out if they had to stay cooped up in the living room with me like this the whole evening. Maybe I'll give you a little visit tonight after they go to sleep, don't lock your door okay?"
Samuel gave his little brother a wink as he stepped into the bathroom, smiling as he threw his clothes into the laundry bin. He noticed his cock half-chubbed out of his sheath, sighing as he cranked the shower to ice cold, hoping that'd be enough to last through the movie night without any awkward boners.

After a shower and some thorough drying, Samuel walked downstairs, the rest of the family already sitting in their seats, snacking and waiting for him to arrive. His mother and father were each sitting in a recliner, leaving the sofa for him and Ross, the boy snuggled up in the corner under a thick blanket. He sat down on the other side of the sofa as his father set the movie to play, turning the lights off, the whole room bathed in the TV's dim light. The first few minutes of the movie were uneventful, everyone mainly focusing on the film or the snacks. After about twenty minutes however, Samuel had a bit of an idea, shuffling over to Ross's side of the sofa and slipping under the blanket with him. He wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, getting a tiny little delighted sigh as reward. Next he slid his other hand down Ross's chest, eventually ending up on the front of the feline's sweatpants, slowly grinding the sheath through the pants. Ross huffed and leaned in to whisper in his ear,
"What are you doing Sam? They're right there, stop it!"
"I know I can keep my mouth shut, how about you? I think it's about time we test that out."
"What? You can't be serious, they're gonna hear it! Or fuck, even smell it."
"Let's find out."
With a huge grin on his face, Samuel slipped his hands down the front of his little brother's pants and underwear, wrapping his fingers around the sheath and balls, massaging and jacking the boy off. Ross's breath quickened as his dick started slowly but surely rising out of his sheath, drops of precum staining the blanket as his tip rubbed up against it. Samuel's hand disappeared from his shoulder and grabbed his own hand, bringing it to his older brother's crotch, finding the jeans already unzipped and the rock hard cock already completely out of the sheath. The two leaned back and jerked each other off, the only hint of anything lewd happening being the odd looks on their faces and their shallow breathing.  Ross could feel the shaft in his hand throbbing and leaking as he slowly ran his fingers along it, occasionally giving the balls hanging just below it a gentle cup and a massage, trying his best not to let out any suspicious sounds while his brother milked him. 

Samuel tried to look as casual as he could as he slipped his left arm out from under the covers and laid it behind his brother's neck, giving a gentle push to coax Ross to bend down. The boy looked back at Samuel with a panicked look in his eyes, met only by a huge grin as the blanket was thrown over him completely, his eyes adjusting to the dark and his nose filled with a musky scent as he laid completely still on his older brother's lap. Both of the two prayed that their parents wouldn't turn around and question where Ross had disappeared to, or notice the oddly shaped lump moving about under the blanket. Ross shook his head and cursed how he was always dragged along in Samuel's increasingly perverted schemes, though the rock-hard erection he was sporting between his thighs showed that he wasn't exactly hating the situation either. He grabbed the base of Sam's cock and wrapped his lips around the tip, suckling and licking it, loving the familiar taste as squirts of precum filled his mouth. Little by little, he started swallowing the shaft, half of his brain focused on working his magic and milking Samuel dry, and the other half desperately trying to make as few slurping and gulping sounds as he could. Samuel was loving the blowjob, his eyes almost closed and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He noticed his brother's tail whipping back and forth outside of the blanket, quickly tucking it back in before anyone noticed. Soon Ross had the whole dick in his maw, his tongue massaging the base as the tip poked against the back of his throat. He could feel Sam's chest rising and falling faster, the tiger's hips slowly and subtly thrusting into his maw. He knew that his price was almost here, steadying himself in anticipation of the load that was going to be pumped down his throat any second now. Instead of receiving ropes of cum, Ross jumped slightly as Samuel reached down to pull him off of the cock, burning lust and a mischievous smile on his brother's face. 

Before Ross could even whisper a single word, Samuel yanked the boy up and sat him down between the big tiger's legs. He could feel Sam's cock twitching between his thighs, the blanket pulled up to their waist to hide the lewd activities. His whole body shivered and his hairs stood on end as he could feel hot breaths washing over his neck and ear, a low voice commanding him,
"Hop on my cock, I want to fill your asshole! And try not to make too much noise while you're at it."
He steadied himself against the sofa with one hand as he rose up slightly, grabbing the shaft poking at his cheeks with the other hand and aiming it at his tailhole. The rod was well-lubed with spit and he was more than used to its size already, the tip sliding into his experienced hole with ease, him having to bite down on the blanket to stifle the moans. He could hear Samuel's enjoyment as he lowered himself on the length, his whole back vibrating as his brother purred, two hands massaging and kneading his chest and belly, a rough tongue bathing his neck and muzzle. Ross let out a tiny grunt as his bottom thudded against Sam's thighs, the older brother now balls deep in the 11-year-old boy, both loving every second of it, fears of being discovered melting away as their bodies ground against each other. Samuel knew he was on the edge already, worked up by the previous hand- and blowjob. He reached down a helping paw to jerk off Ross, sliding his soft hand up and down the shaft, feeling it throb and spurt precum harder with each stroke. Finally Ross popped his cork, a tiny little squeak escaping his muzzle as ropes of cum splattered against the blanket and his thighs, his asshole clenching in rhythm with the shots of cum. That was enough to take Samuel over the edge as well, his grip on the boy tightening as a flood of pent up seed spurted into the asshole. The siblings both silently grunted and bit their tongues as they rode out their orgasms, before finally going limp and panting. Ross gently lifted himself off of the cock that was lodged in him, globs of sticky cum spilling from him and clinging to his cheeks. He sat down next to Samuel, nuzzling up to the brother as he wiped a few ropes of cum off of his pants, licking it up with a smile. Sam reached a hand around the boy's shoulder, sighing contently. Suddenly both of their ears perked up as their mother spoke, the pair's eyes darting forwards to find her staring at them,
"Awww, look how cute they are!"
The sibling's dad turned around as well, huge smiles on both of the parents' faces. The father pulled out his phone, aiming it at the boys,
"Gotta take a photo of this, you two are always at each other's throats. C'mon, smile for the camera!"
Samuel and Ross both smiled awkwardly, neither parent seemingly knowing that their younger kid had the older brother's load currently dripping from his tailhole as the phone camera flashed. The picture was soon uploaded to Furbook as the family all settled down to finish watching the movie, Samuel and Ross both spending the rest of the movie night trying their best to subtly clean up the mess they had made.