“Mom, he’s here! He’s here!”

“Alright, honey. Just settle down and make sure your bag’s packed, okay?”

With a fervent nod, the young 8 year old canine turned briefly to his backpack as his mother left the room, before turning back to the window and leaving it alone. He stared from between the thin curtains at the older canine that stood on the porch with his mother beside him. The 8 year old paired up what he saw to what he could hear from his left, where he could hear his mother answering the door. He watched as the vision of the older boy left, only to reappear in the doorway to the living room.

“Jonas!” The younger boy cried, hopping from the couch and throwing himself at the 12 year old boy, who firmly grabbed him by the arms and swung him around a little. The pair of them giggled as they spun 2, maybe 3 times before the eldest of the two, Jonas, couldn’t keep the boy up any longer.

“You ready, Cecil?” The boy asked, and young Cecil nodded, reaching out for the backpack that he had stuffed with the most essential clothes, games and snacks he would need for the long-ish trip. Of course, his parents had packed the rest of it. The grey and auburn coloured puppy hauled his backpack around his shoulders and adjusted his sweater, tail wagging frantically back and forth at the thought of the upcoming trip.

“I’m ready.” He beamed, and Jonas reached out to ruffle the younger boy’s head. The 12 year old reached behind his back, pulling a small package from the back of his jeans. Cecil’s eyes lit up at the sight of it as Jonas placed it into the younger boy’s hands.

“Happy birthday, cousin.” Jonas, with black fur and startling yellow eyes, offered a warm smile with a maturity beyond his years, and Cecil’s heart soared at the sight. The 8 year old shredded the paper as the two mothers continued to talk, and he gawked at the present in his hands: a new game, for his favourite handheld console.

“Wow! Thanks, Jonas!” Cecil launched himself at his older cousin again and the 12 year old ran his hand across the boy’s head, holding him gently by his side. The thudding of footsteps from the kitchen caught their attention and there stood Cecil’s father, technically Jonas’s uncle.

“You two ready?” He asked, and they nodded. “Good. Get in the car then, boys.”

With that, Cecil and Jonas made their way out to the car, waving their goodbye to Jonas’s mother in the process.

Cecil and Jonas hadn’t specifically grown up together, but they lived quite close together and spent the vast majority of their days together for the past 5 years, when Jonas moved into the city. Part of their reason for the move was Cecil himself: though he seemed quite hyperactive and boyish on his birthday, that was only because of his excitement-- usually, he was quiet, reserved and observant, keeping more to himself than anything else. This was a stark contrast to Jonas’s own outgoing maturity and charisma that afforded him many friends at school as well as good grades. He was everything that Cecil wanted to be, so it was no surprise that Cecil had a crush on his older cousin, a relationship that could technically exist legally if they chose. That is, if they were both of age-- they did have a striking 4 year gap between them, of course.

As the two boys made their way to the car doors, intending on sitting next to each other in the back seat, the two became acutely aware of the lack of space. They were travelling across the continent for several hours for an amusement park getaway that would span a week or more, and because of that they needed to bring a lot of clothes to make sure they had enough to wear. However, it seems they’d packed too much.

“Yeah,” Cecil’s father appeared from the doorway, realising why the boys had stopped. “You two will have to share a seat.”

“Isn’t that illegal, dear?” The mother pointed out with a grimace, and Cecil’s dad ruffled his son’s hair.

“Not if they behave.” He whispered quietly and winked at the pair of them. Cecil got the gist of what his father meant, and Jonas smirked, popping the door open and clambering inside. Cecil peered inside and watched his cousin get comfy before he realised where the next available seat was: on his cousin’s lap.

Once their seating was in order, it didn’t take long for the group to set off. Jonas’s mother left to go home after a brief farewell and double-checking that he had all his things. Once she was gone, Cecil’s parents got into their respective seats and they started their long journey.

At first, it had started out simple enough. Most of where they were going was long stretches of road, so to pass the time Cecil’s parents stuck on various music songs. Once that grew boring, they passed DVDs into the back seat for Cecil to pop into the player, whose housing was in the back of his mother’s passenger seat, its screen on her headrest. That was enough to entertain the two of them for the most part-- Jonas, of course, had a console that he was idly playing on for a while. Cecil’s parents lapsed into simple conversation and ignored the two of them, only able to see them if they craned their neck back or looked through the rear view mirror.

Jonas became acutely aware of a few things on their trip. The first was his growing pubescence-- it wasn’t that long ago that he and Cecil were almost the same height, but Jonas had gone through puberty recently and so had enjoyed a growth spurt of sorts that allowed him the luxury of resting his chin on the younger boy’s shoulder pretty comfortably. The second was the proximity of the two of them-- with Jonas’s puberty came a wealth of knew feelings and sensations that he hadn’t yet grown adjusted to. After an hour or two of rigid sitting, Jonas had found himself focusing on the feeling of the ass atop his lap. 

Cecil was naturally quite fidgety considering his usual introverted-ness and so he periodically shifted himself left and right to get comfortable and ease his nerves. Of course, each movement of his hips, each roll of his behind pushed down on something sensitive that was, slowly but surely, growing firm between Jonas’s legs. The older cousin had no idea of his younger relatives crush, but his body was reacting to the feeling of a warm body against his nonetheless, even if it was an 8 year old cub with whom he was close to. So close, in fact, that the two had even bathed together on occasion.

Jonas had ignored it at first, but it soon became too difficult for him to avoid. After a while of watching the movie, he found himself unable to focus on his game and was instead focused on the warm throbbing in his loins, a clear sign of his erection that he was sure the 8 year old could feel. Jonas couldn’t tell if Cecil was ignoring it or not, so he took the plunge, removing a hand from his console to reach back and curl it under the boy’s jumper.

When Jonas’s fingers touched with Cecil’s bare fur, the younger cub pushed his hips back and pressed the warmth of his behind against the turgid length that violently twitched beneath him. The mere act of that alone was a clear indication that he wanted it, but now Jonas was met with a dilemma: getting what he wanted without Cecil’s parents noticing him. Jonas wasn’t normally such a risk taker, but his raging hormones were more or less controlling his actions. Regardless of what his logical mind argued, he continued, his hand sneaking a little further up, bit by bit, whilst his eyes quickly darted from the TV screen in the back of his aunt’s seat to the rear view mirror, where he could catch the sight of his uncle’s twitching, semi-attentive ears. 

To keep things conspicuous, Jonas reached out and twisted the dial on the control panel for the player, turning the volume up that came out of the speakers embedded in the back of his aunt’s passenger seat. His other hand continued to roam, but didn’t move further than Cecil’s stomach, aware that any higher would be noticed by the two adults in the front. As one hand trailed the cub’s stomach, the other moved around the other side, teasing the waistband of Cecil’s shorts. He snuck a thumb in between his flesh and his pants, slightly worming them down as Cecil let out something of a grunt, adjusting himself accordingly as the shorts moved further and further down, until they were beginning to pass the cub’s behind. Looking back on it, Jonas would have scolded himself for being so bold.

Jonas knew that, if they weren’t careful, they’d be spotted at any time. He cast his gaze over the other filled seats, and noticed a blanket stuffed between two suitcases. He subtly pulled it out and draped it across his and Cecil’s lap to cover them, hoping it would be enough for him to do what he wanted unnoticed. His other hand continued to tug and pull, slipping the shorts over the boy’s behind and dragging the underwear with them, exposing the delightfully light grey fuzzy cheeks. Though Jonas couldn’t see them, he could definitely envision them. His hormones flared as the thought of what he was about to do tantalised him and made his skin tingle.

All that was left was one, final thing. With the blanket safely covering them, Jonas reached down and eased the button of his jeans, parting the fabric. His fingers curled against the cub’s stomach as Cecil ever so subtly lifted his hips to give Jonas room to pull his underwear down and tuck it beneath his little balls. The 12 year old sighed shakily through his nostrils as his anatomically correct, knotted cock was eased out from beneath his younger cousin’s supple cheeks, and the sheer warmth of his erection pressed firmly and vividly against the boy’s behind.

Cecil might have been relatively naive when it came to sexual matters, but he knew what he felt for his older cousin and so, by extension, he let him do what he wanted. Each touch and movement was peculiar to him, each scratch of Jonas’s fingers and throb of his cock foreign. Yet, even with all that, Cecil did his best to keep a straight face as Jonas angled his head slightly, moving it to Cecil’s left hand side and he gently, surreptitiously nuzzled his lips against the boy’s neck, kissing him. Cecil didn’t angle his neck or otherwise, but he let out something of a quiet huff, and his cheeks grew flushed.

Jonas slowly rolled his hips up, pushing himself against the boy’s behind, feeling each curve of the cub’s rump against his twitching, 4 inch cock. It almost felt like Cecil’s cheeks were clamping around the sides of his member, which spurred him to grind a little harder over time. He kept his movements slow and steady, trying to be discreet in his lewd motions.

Jonas couldn’t deny how good it felt. He could feel the way the boy squeezed his cheeks around his cock and it was making him wild with desire. It was no secret to those around him that he’d been a bit of a ‘horndog’ lately, but Cecil had always been off limits-- that is, until today. Maybe it was because they’re never really gotten into this situation before, or maybe Jonas was just seeing him in a different light. Regardless of what it was, Jonas had already firmly decided that he wanted to go to the next step. With a subtle shift of his hips, he reached his spare hand down and grasped the knotty base of his cock, dragging it upwards as Cecil instinctively hoisted his hips forward against the pressure. 

With his cock upright, Jonas moved his other hand from the canine’s hip towards his behind. He subtly gripped the cheek with his fingers and he spread the cheek apart, applying pressure to lift the cub up just enough for him to slip the tapering tip of his cock in between Cecil’s cheeks. His tip grazed against the cub’s pucker and he pushed, feeling some resistance. A grunt escaped Cecil’s lips as he settled his behind down, but the spasming of his ring and the tight gripping of his muscles was indicative of his discomfort. The 8 year old pushed down regardless, and Jonas trembled briefly at the warm feeling around his member. He couldn’t resist curling a hand around to the boy’s front to fondle his smaller sheath as Cecil’s hips pushed down, swallowing the tip of the cock and a good chunk of the cock into his ass.

It took everything that Jonas had not to groan in delight as the deliciously tight feeling that gripped around his cock as he took his cousin’s virginity. His member throbbed powerfully inside Cecil’s ass and the boy atop him huffed quietly and tried to keep a straight face. Jonas couldn’t resist firmly holding onto Cecil’s hips and rolling his hips a little, thankful that the noise of the movie masked the lewd sounds of his vigorous gyrating. He was mostly surprised that he could fit all of his turgid cock into the 8 year old’s behind, his knot kneading and pressing directly into the boy’s tight ring.

To say that Jonas was often ‘gone in 60 seconds’ was a bit of an understatement, especially in this instance. The combination of the situation, the proximity of his aunt and uncle and the tight warmth of his cousin’s once virgin ass was all it took to bring him to the brink to no return. Each knead, each gyrate pushed him further and further until he had no choice but to grit his teeth and huff, clenching his fingers around Cecil’s hips and tugging him down against his knot.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but the hardest part was keeping quiet and discreet as he attempted to desperately knot with the boy, still teetering on the precipice of his orgasm, still not quite there. He did his best to keep a straight face as he forced his 8 year old cousin down further, his knot pressing harshly on the cub’s spasming ring. Cecil’s muzzle twisted and a quiet, barely audible whine escaped past his lips. After some rough coaxing, Jonas slowly began to feel the young, tight ass stretching around his knot. It passed the thickest part of the knot and Cecil took the rest of it with less effort than before. Though it did not make a sound, Jonas had firmly, unequivocally tied with his younger cousin.

His climax came shortly thereafter, as the squeezing around his knot and the gripping inner walls along the rest of his cock drew him to his release. A thick string shot from the end of the 12 year old’s cock, splattering across the warm inner walls, though not completely coating it. Jonas warmly sighed and loosened his grip on the boy’s hips, curling them around to his stomach, where he gently stroked the boy’s flesh. One hand subtly darted down to the cub’s crotch, but he was surprised to find it flaccid, and chalked it up to the cub’s age.

Pleasure spiked through Jonas’s body, but more than anything he felt exhausted. He relaxed his body back and Cecil turned his attention to the movie that was on, wriggling left and right with the knot inside of him. Now that they were tied, the two of them could do nothing about it until Jonas’s knot deflated. Thankfully, the trip still had some ways to go: Jonas would easily be dislodged by the time they reached their destination.

“You two okay back there? Too hot?” Cecil’s mother asked, peeking at them through the rear view mirror. Jonas was momentarily startled and Cecil pulled his muzzle into a forced straight face.

“A little. Can you put the AC on?” Jonas covered for the both of them by agreeing with his aunt, and she offered him a wry smile before reaching over to turn on the AC. A gentle breeze of cold wind wafted onto them and the two relaxed a little bit, relived that they hadn’t been caught.

As the idle sound of the movie went on, all Jonas could think about was their upcoming getaway. If this was the start of their newfound relationship, then the 12 year old found himself excited for what was potentially to come. The mere thought of it stirred his senses, and he could tell from the way that Cecil’s tail wiggled against his stomach that he was looking forward to it too.

This was going to be the best birthday getaway for Cecil ever.