On the top floor of a grand oak tree, a young fox watched from the window as, down below, the silhouette of his father and one other jogged down the path. In the distance, three industrial factories sat side by side, their courtyards illuminated by floodlights or lamps. It was easy to make out the words, though the boy was a little too naive to think much of it.

He turned to cast a glance over his room, to his model sets all laid out neatly, to his bed on the left-hand side of the room...and inevitably to the other fox, laying inside a sleeping bag, staring up at the ceiling. His hands poked out from the bag, clutching the hem of it near his leg, the sleeves of his white pyjamas showing through if only subtly. The more naturally-furred fox, who stood by the window, was a little more underdressed, clad in only a pair of white boxers with red spots. He padded across the room, lifting his legs up to step over and avoid stumbling over the other fox beneath him, before he got into bed. 

He clambered up, pulled the cover over himself, and let out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling. There was an uncomfortable silence, both foxes awake, before he turned onto his side and looked down at the lighter-furred fox, whose head turned ever so slightly so that his eyes could meet the other boy's own.

"Do you like Agnes?" The fox on the bed asked bluntly. The other vulpine's expression didn't even change.

"She's nice." He answered bluntly.

"She is nice," The other's voice trailed off for a moment before it regained its strength. "But do you like her?"

"Do I like her?"

"You know. Do you want to marry her?"

"I don't really know her." That wasn't a lie; the lighter-furred fox had been staying with the other's family for around 3 weeks by that point. He'd enrolled in school, tried to make friends, and so on...but he didn't quite realise he was overshadowing the other fox. Not yet, anyway.

"Well, she's mine." The other fox growled, baring his teeth, but again it didn't elicit much of a reaction, apart from a slight furrowing of the other fox's brow.

"She's...yours?"

"Yeah. Mine."

"That's...oh, are you two dating?"

"What? No...Not yet." The fox averted his gaze for a moment, his ear flicking with a mixture of frustration and apprehension.

"Oh." The other didn't have much to say about it. Silence fell between them again.

"W...What I'm saying is, I'm going to ask her out first. I'm the oldest, so I get to." He was only older than the other fox, his cousin, by a year, but it didn't matter.

"Okay."

"So you can't."

"Okay. I don't really want to anyway."

"...Okay." The fox rolled back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile crossing his features...before he faltered. He rolled and met the other fox's gaze again.

"Why not?" His question was demanding, but steeped in curiosity.

"I don't know. It's not important?" He phrased it kind of as a question, but the other fox got the impression he thought he was weird for asking. It made him hiss, albeit subtly and briefly.

"Is she not pretty enough?"

"She's pretty."

"Is she not nice enough?"

"She's nice, too."

"What..." The fox, shorter in stature than the other, was beginning to get irritated. "I don't get it. Are you not into girls?"

A silence fell between them again. It looked like the other fox wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. He averted his gaze, if only for a moment; there it was, a reaction. Deflection, even. His father hadn't taught him much, but the fox was a little observant, if a bit obsessive. He saw these things, at least when it came to scrutinizing someone. Was it a talent? Maybe. He had a lot of talents, many that people didn't know about. They didn't care to ask, because he was little, and not an athlete.

"Kristofferson."

"Ash."

"Do you like kissing boys?"

"What--" The lighter-furred fox looked almost offended, and Ash's ears drooped, if only for a moment.

"It's something I heard someone say once. Sorry." He apologised bluntly, and Kristofferson pinned him with a stare before he looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"I don't know what I like." His response was simple, naive, innocent. Ash kind of felt the same, but he was one year older than his cousin, coming into his pride, his manhood. He felt things differently, and saw them differently too.

"Have you ever...uh," Ash thought about how to word it. "Pulled the chain? My dad calls it that."

"Pulled the chain?"

"Cranked the hog?"

"I don't know what that means."

"Touched your...penis." Ash faltered in his words, but eventually conceded. His cousin turned his head slightly and shifted in his sleeping bag, his expression hard to read. Ash didn't care if he made him uncomfortable, mostly because he wanted to indulge his own curiosity. There were other reasons too.

"...Once or twice." Kristofferson took a while to reply, but eventually answered nonetheless.

"What about with other people?" Ash pressed further, eliciting another confused frown.

"No." His response was unremarkable, sounding neither offended nor interested. 

"Do you want to?"

The question hung in the air for a moment as Kristofferson tried to think of a response. He wasn't against it, but he wasn't really for it, either; honestly, he didn't know what he liked, or disliked. He never had much chance to think about it. He was simple, quiet even, reflective...such thoughts never came to the forefront unless they were prompted. Perhaps it was just because of his age-- he was only 11. Why should an 11-year-old be thinking about kissing boys or girls, or both?

He perhaps took too long to answer the question, for Ash started to move. His older cousin swung himself out of bed again, paws touching the floor, and with an almost ceremonious deep gasp of air, he grabbed at the edges of his underwear and pulled down them in an instant. A quick bow brought them to his ankles and when he straightened up, he revealed himself in his entirety. Kristofferson's eyes widened as he took in Ash's form; he was slim and boyish, with flat hips and natural fur. His sheath, like a small and fuzzy pouch, sat between his kept-together legs, like he was trying to show it off. That became a little more obvious when Ash tried to subtly push out his pelvis, arching his back a bit.

"What are you doing?" Kristofferson asked with a bluntness that immediately made Ash falter. The older fox sucked in a breath and nervously looked to the side, his ear flicking in the way it usually did when he was a little on edge. He looked back down at Kristofferson again, before edging closer to the lip of the sleeping bag.

"Showing you mine. You not going to show me yours?" He replied with his own question, and before the fox could reply, he swung a leg over the sleeping bag so that he was standing above his cousin, before squatting down until his knees touched the floor. He more or less sat on Kristofferson's legs as the fox stared at him, still within the confines of his 'bed', his expression difficult to read, but his eyes searching.

Slowly, after what felt like a pretty uncomfortable silence, Kristofferson slid his arm further out of the sleeping bag and around to the zipper, and with a light pull he moved the bag over to reveal most of his body, folding it over his chest and down to the opposite hip. Unlike Ash, he preferred pyjamas; they were white, with little patterned prints of foxes playing in the snow. It was a little boyish, but pretty accurate to the times-- those kinds of sleepwear were all the rage. Ash stared down at him, more or less familiar with his cousin's clothing, since he'd seen them before, but the way in which he was staring wasn't about the clothing, but what lay beneath it.

"So, um...do you like boys, Ash?" Kristofferson asked awkwardly as the 1-year-older fox reached down, his hands trailing across the hem of the other boy's pyjamas. He tugged on them a little absently, before he pushed and lifted them up to expose the lighter fur of Kristofferson's stomach. One hand sank against the fluff and he found it soft, his fingers melting between the strands. For a moment he didn't reply to his cousin's question, predominantly because he was in the same boat. He was different, he knew that, but he also didn't really know what he wanted. What he was doing, however, felt...not necessarily right, but good. Doing things that make them feel good is what it means to be an animal.

"I don't know." He answered plainly and honestly, and Kristofferson didn't really press for an explanation. Instead, his eyes trailed down, coming to terms with Ash's obvious arousal. Both of them were aware of it by the time Kristofferson looked down, and for a moment the naked fox shifted, feeling embarrassed, as a pinkish tip slipped from his fuzzy little pouch. If there were any indication of his arousal, that was it.

With a light push, Ash hiked Kristofferson's pyjama top up further, his hand snaking across the fur until his boyish palm rubbed with his cousin's chest-- he only lingered there for a moment before he withdrew, moving his hand further down, instead, where his claws plucked and pressed at the elastic waistband of the boy's pants, aware of what lay beneath, just out of reach. Ash's heart hammered in his chest, though Kristofferson wasn't to know that...and admittedly, the other fox felt the same way. A light tug of Ash's hand brought the front of the pyjamas up, creating a dark gap between the waistband of Kristofferson's body, and a swift pull downwards revealed what Ash wanted to see; a cream, fuzzy crotch, its own pink tip already sticking out.

"I don't know why it's like that." He felt like he needed to give an explanation, and Ash's lack of a response made him feel weird. When the fox's hand drifted down towards his crotch, however, Kristofferson sucked in a breath and tensed, watching as Ash's hand touched with his crotch. A shimmy of Kristofferson's hips and a nudge of his hands had the pyjamas slipping down further, guided by Ash's pulling on the front, and they slid down far enough to expose just about everything, with the 1-year-older fox hovering mere inches from the other package, in a knelt position.

At first Kristofferson didn't move, watching with an unreadable expression as Ash brushed his fingers across the plumpness of his young sheath, before the fox eventually moved a little further forward, bowing his body until his crotch lined up with Kristofferson's own. The heat that spread across their pelvic areas felt warm and inviting, and their young, hormonal bodies reacted in the most natural way possible.

"Has your parents ever talked to you about this?" Kristofferson asked after a moment of silence, vividly aware their cocks were growing longer and harder. "Mine haven't."

"No." Ash's answer was plain and simple, and it more or less confirmed that neither of them knew what to do. Of course, Ash had one advantage over his cousin; he'd at least tried to touch himself before. He knew what it felt like, where to press, where to squeeze...it stood to reason that he could just do the same to Kristofferson to get the same result. With a light nudge of his naked hips, Ash rolled his crotch down against his cousin's turgid sheath, and he could feel the rhythmic throb of his cousin's cock beneath him, combined with his own little twitch. It was an intoxicating feeling.

It only took a little light rolling and the pressure of Ash's palm atop his own dick to get enough friction going to make them both hard, and it took even less time for the base of their members to grow. Ash was familiar with what it was, a knot, but he didn't actually know its primary purpose. Kristofferson was relatively new to the entire experience, and couldn't deny either the pleasure or the unease that he felt from being stimulated-- new sensations could be scary, even if they felt good. Their sheaths pulled back with even the most subtle of movements until they slipped and popped over their respective knots, leaving them twitching in the air, unable to fully retract until they were satisfied or embarrassed, or worse.

"It feels..." Kristofferson began, watching as Ash tried to wrap his hand around the both of them, unabashed at touching another boy's privates.

"Good?" Ash finished the sentence for him, a sigh escaping him as he dragged his digits from tip to base, his thumb stimulating him whilst his fingers cradled his cousin's cock. A spark of delight shot up within him at the feel of his cousin's member twitching under his touch.

"I was going to say weird." The fox replied matter-of-factly, but that didn't stop Ash from continuing, his hand stroking back up towards their tips. Kristofferson exhaled audibly through his nose, and pushed himself into a half-sitting position, propping himself up with his hands. He lidded his gaze, breathing out another sigh, and his body shifted beneath Ash's stroking hand.

They got worked up relatively quickly, but it was still all so clumsy and awkward; Ash's movements, though purposed, struggled to remain consistent, and their cocks smeared and rubbed against each other, occasionally veering off to the sides or struggling to remain lined up. It didn't stop them from trying, and inevitably the two started to pant with a more growing fervency, humming and quietly moaning under their breath-- they had to keep it down in case someone woke up.

"Shouldn't we kiss, or something?" Kristofferson suddenly asked, with such innocence that it made Ash freeze on the spot.

"Why?" His tone was defensive. Kristofferson merely blinked.

"Isn't that what people do when they make love?"

"Lo-- Don't say it like that," Ash spluttered. "Besides, kissing boys is gross."

"Oh, is it different from kissing a girl?"

"Of course it is." Ash lowered his gaze back down to their cocks, his hand working slower than usual, watching as the tiny dribbles of his own pubescence helped to lube them up, even if only a little.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Kristofferson mumbled, awkwardly scratching his cheek with a finger before moving it down towards his neck. Ash grumbled something under his breath, his cheeks warming up, and his cousin was about to ask what the matter was-- he would have, were it not for Ash's sudden approach, his muzzle leaning into Kristofferson's own. Their lips touched, quick and fleeting, before Ash immediately pulled back.

"There," He grunted. "Happy?"

"Well...it did feel nice." His younger cousin replied, his tail wiggling beneath him. Another silence fell between them again, their minds wandering to unfamiliar territory, before Ash brought himself closer again. This time, he didn't even think about it; he placed his muzzle against Kristofferson's own, and he let it linger. Hell, he didn't even care that his tail was wagging.

Somehow, it made the pleasure better; his hand picked up speed as Kristofferson pushed against his mouth, in turn making Ash want to do the same. The two of them instinctively growled, as if they were fighting for dominance, their lips briefly parting to huff or grunt, before they brought them back together. Ash pushed with more force and Kristofferson leaned back in response, tilting his head to the side. Ash did the same in instinct and their muzzles locked, opening up to allow each other to taste. Their tongues touched, and their stomachs danced with butterflies, their tails wiggling with the mixture of happiness and pleasure as Ash stroked faster and faster, huffing and occasionally whining against his cousin's muzzle.

And in a handful of moments it was all over. The pressure within them built rapidly, something that was familiar to Ash but not so much to his cousin, who started to whine, his ears leaning back as he felt the discomfort and searing pleasure of it become more and more pronounced. Suddenly, before Ash's very eyes, Kristofferson leant back from their kiss and pushed his hips up against Ash's hand, sucking in a breath. He let out a short-lived yip as a little dribble seeped from the tapering end of his vulpine dick, followed by a more ample, yet still small spurt, that shot upwards barely half an inch and landed messily around Ash's fingers. Ash, despite being surprised, continued to work his hand up and down, both for himself and for his cousin-- he could feel himself growing closer too.

"That feels really sensitive..." Kristofferson complained, wincing briefly as Ash humped against his cousin's spent member, huffing and panting as he tried to get himself close to a familiar point of release. Kristofferson endured the sensations for a little longer, and he thankfully didn't have to endure for very long; Ash's chest began to heave and his stomach quivered as his tail fervently wagged, all but signalling his impending orgasm-- though his cousin didn't know what to look out for.

The 12-year-old let out a quiet gasp, grunting shortly thereafter and humping against his own hand as he dragged it down to the base, squeezing around his knot as he climaxed. A little spurt shot from his cock and immediately oozed down between their members, whilst another splattered forwards and onto the cub's stomach, seeping into his fur. Neither of them produced very much, Ash offering more than the other, but what did come forth from their taboo act was sticky, wet and at least messy enough for them to notice. Neither of them knew what to do about it. Neither of them could even find the words. The clarity had been there through most of it, saved for the kissing...but now they faced the reality of it.

"Have you really never touched your penis before?" Ash asked quietly, and Kristofferson shook his head in response. "...How was it?"

"...Scary. Good. Warm," Kristofferson remarked plainly. "I liked the kissing, too."

"M-Me, or...?"

"In general."

"Oh." Ash understood, for he felt sort of the same way. He sat there for a moment, not really recognising the ache in his bones until it was setting in post-orgasm. Before he'd been rather eager and active, but now he wanted to do nothing more than sleep. Pleasure was funny like that.

"Do you want to share my bed?" The fox suggested, and Kristofferson sat up again, eyes wide with surprise. He moved int a move seated position, further making the proximity between them clear, and Ash's marginally smaller height compared to his younger cousin-- in that position, the two were at eye level, thanks to that difference.

"I would like that, but..." Kristofferson paused on his thought for a moment as Ash looked away on instinct, as if struggling to meet his gaze. "Could we try that kiss again?"

"...Okay." Ash leant in, and their two muzzles met again. At first, Ash didn't really like Kristofferson...actually, he didn't really know if that opinion had changed. 

That didn't mean they couldn't kiss, though, or explore each other's bodies...and this wouldn't be the only time they'd do it during Kristofferson's stay.