"No fair! Why do they keep giving me sour candy?"

Owen trudged and stomped his feet as they moved down the concrete path back to the pavement, and the adult who followed along behind the elaborately dressed Avian looked both apologetic and amused by the 10-year-old's attitude. It was the middle of Halloween night, and their time trick-or-treating had been predominantly marred with the boy's disappointment of people's choice of candy. Marcus, his older brother, couldn't really blame him for being upset about it-- the proportion of sour candy to chocolate was pretty high.

"That candy's as sour as your attitude, little bro," Marcus picked up the pace to walk beside the younger avian and hooked an arm around him. "The point is to have fun, you know?"

"I know..." The boy grumbled. The cub was clad in his best looking pharaoh outfit, but in hindsight it was maybe a little too revealing for the boy, who shivered a little with the cold October chill. His brother, on the other hand, hadn't even bothered to dress up; Marcus worse his normal clothes, but at least put on some devil horns in an attempt to appear like he was part of the festivities. Truthfully, he was simply his brother's chaperone. He'd rather be at a party-- that's what most 20-year-olds his age would be doing-- but he didn't mind looking after his bratty sibling for one night.

"Look, just pray you get a Hershey's or something next time," The older avian suggested, placing a hand on the boy's head. He would have ruffled his feathers, were the cub not wearing a huge appropriate hat.

"Right?!" The cub explained. "Why can't I get a nice chocolate bar or something, or even a Snickers..."

"Do you really hate sour candy that much?" Marcus reached down to take one from his pail, and Owen didn't even complain as the older bird unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. He recoiled at how sour it was, checking the packet before stuffing the litter in his pocket. He had to chew it quickly just to put up with its taste.

"It's boring," The cub complained. "No-one likes sour candy, so I can't trade it with my friends..."

"I like sour candy." Marcus lied, and Owen turned his head to glare up at him as they strode down the street, with other cubs wandering around nearby. Marcus couldn't tell if his brother saw right through him or if he just didn't want to share what candy he'd got, even if it was bad candy. In either case, his glare was enough to make Marcus wither, at least a little. They rounded a corner onto a quiet street and the cub sighed, looking down at his pail.

"You know..." The older avian continued. "If you really want something sweet, I have something in mind..."

"You do?!" The boy exclaimed, briefly watching the older bird by surprise-- he didn't expect the cub to be so eager. Clearing his throat, Marcus put a hand on the boy's back and ushered him down the street until they reached a narrow little path between two houses. The path beyond led into a tiny patch of trees with a park in the middle, but he didn't intend on going that far in. Instead, he lingered by the tall, 6-foot fence of the house nearby and encouraged Owen up against it, checking to make sure no-one could see them. They were mostly under the cover of darkness, which helped a lot.

Wordlessly, Marcus shifted and raised a hand, planting his palm to the wooden fence as his other hand drifted down towards his crotch, where he tucked a thumb into the band of his tracksuit pants and slid them down past his front, exposing his crotch. Owen quickly covered his face at first, making a noise akin to being grossed out, before he eventually started to part his fingers to look. Marcus was inevitably turned on by the situation, and his humanoid member was already nearing half-mast, twitching fervently at the thought of showing his own cock to his little brother. Owen looked from Marcus's half-flustered, half-amused face to his crotch and back again.

"Marcus, what're you doing...?" Owen asked after a moment, confident enough to lower his hands, and the older avian shifted, tucking the waistband of his pants under his balls and jiggling the member by grasping the base. It twitched and easily swelled under his touch, reaching full mast without too much difficulty.

"You wanted something sweet?" Marcus affirmed. "If you just give this a few licks, something sweet will come out..."

"Will it?" Owen seemed hesitant, but he had no reason to not trust his brother. Owen took a moment to compose himself before he moved his head forwards, reaching up with his hands to touch and grasp the length of the cock. The 10-year-old was aware enough of what it was thanks to his own male body, that didn't mean he knew what to do with it, so all he could do was follow his lead, sticking out his tongue and sliding it across the underside of that twitching cock. The older avian let out a long sigh of relief and loosened his grip on his cock, planting it against the fence with the other one and shuffling closer.

Owen was by no means a natural at giving blowjobs, but he was smart enough to realise his beak would prove more of a hassle than a help, and so he kept his fervent licks purely external, and didn't pull the cock into his mouth. He slathered and tasted every available inch, but he began to look more and more irritable as time went on. Marcus could understand why; Owen was slowly beginning to realise that there was nothing 'sweet' about the taste of his cock, but it felt too good for Marcus to pass up.

"Mmh, just a little more..." Marcus huffed, closing his eyes and slowly easing his hips forward as Owen tilted his head to the side and nuzzled, dragging his beak along the length of his cock as it eagerly twitched and throbbed, desperate to cum. Owen had no idea what was in store for him when he pulled his head back, and he was taken by surprise when Marcus snapped a hand down, angling his member down and pushing it against his beek. A shudder rolled through him and he groaned, and Owen parted his beak, assuming that's what his brother wanted.

With a long sigh, Marcus angled his cock into that beak and orgasmed, splattering a thick spurt of cum right along the cub's tongue and down to the back of his throat. Owen swallowed it with ease before another spurt joined the first, and Marcus slowly pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock into his brother's mouth at an odd angle. He oozed thick globs cum against the boy's inner cheek and Owen closed his eyes, recoiling a bit from the salty taste as he gulped down every last drop. Marcus's orgasm faded as quickly as it had arrived and he pulled back, breathing heavily and clearing his throat as he yanked his pants back up.

"I...sorry," Marcus awkwardly stepped back. "I got carried away..."

"Ew!" Owen slapped his brother's stomach with a hand and turned, clutching the pail in the other. "You lied, that wasn't sweet-- that was salty!"

"B...But it tasted good, right?" Marcus awkwardly asked as Owen stomped back towards the street, and the older avian nervously followed him, now fully clothed.

"Nuh-uh! It was all gross and gooey...I didn't like it." The boy complained.

"You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?"

"Why? Was it wrong? Are you gonna get in trouble if I do?"

"W-Well, yes...maybe...look, just don't tell them, okay?"

"...Okay. But on one condition."

"What?"

"You eat all this sour candy in one go, and go and buy me some proper candy. Chocolate, and stuff!"

"I...ugh. Okay, fine. Whatever it takes to keep your quiet...what kind of candy do you like?"