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Ollie thought he looked like a painting of the night sky - strikingly pretty, but not something he'd want to go around looking like.\n\nAaron and Alice took the two babies with them while auntie Frankie took Rolo and Ollie in her beat-up old sedan. Ollie was happy that he got to sit up front, but he was dreading being in the car with a preschooler for hours. Rolo, however, didn't seem that chatty. It was actually auntie Frankie's music that ended up getting on his nerves the most - high-energy, fast-paced instruments, lyrics screaming about 'the man' or 'the machine', all played so loud the entire car shook with every beat. Rolo seemed to love it, giggling and bouncing in time as best he could. Oliver was trying to be polite and listen with an open ear, but after a while everything started to sound the same. \n\nHe found out that they were headed to a chalet on a ski hill. Apparently, during the off-season the resort was open to all sorts of summer activities - hiking, mountain biking, birdwatching, all stuff that seemed terribly uninteresting to the teenager. \"Think of it like our own private hotel,\" Frankie explained, almost having to shout over the volume of the stereo, \"We got, like, five or six rooms for all of us, big dining room, fancy living room, lots of space to play around!\"\n\n\"Oh really?\" Oliver replied, trying to politely feign interest. He wasn't here for the outdoorsy stuff - he know his brother-in-law had to have snuck some video games over, and he would have bet anything that Frankie brought her computer, too.\n\nFrankie could see the kid wasn't interested. \"I also brought my laptop,\" she admitted, \"I gotta show you this new item that dropped for me the other day!\"\n\nFor the rest of the trip, Frankie and Oliver found a bit of a middle ground talking about internet culture, tv shows, and a board game that was based on the trading cards that Oliver kept spending his allowance on. Even the music seemed almost bearable when it took a backseat to talking about raid mechanics and tabletop strategy. Before Oliver knew it, they were driving up the side of the mountain and a large building came into view as they passed through the treeline.\n\n\"There we are,\" Frankie nodded with satisfaction as she pulled up. The building was large - three stories tall with a pronounced triangular roof, split vertically by a chimney that went from bottom to top, almost like a church steeple. There were large windows on the facing wall, triangular in shape to match the peaked roofline. It was built right into the mountain itself, and Oliver had no trouble imagining it as an evil mountain fortress surrounded by moats of lava, or a secret superhero hideout in the middle of nowhere.\n\nThey weren't the first ones to arrive - Aaron's friend Tom had arrived first, along with a donkey boy that looked about Oliver's age, and porcine with mohawk that looked to be seven or eight. Tom introduced the teenage donkey as Eddy, one of the farmhands on the ranch where he lived, and joked that he found the punky piglet, Bart, 'out in the field one day.' There were introductions made with handshakes and hugs all around as more and more people arrived - His sister Alice and her husband Aaron with their other two kids, followed by Kelly with his daughter Dora and another porcine girl around the same age named Ashley, and of course Henry.\n\nLater that night, with everyone settled in, Alice put on a movie. Some sort of sci-fi comedy flick with a lot of explosions. Oliver was invested in the beginning but quickly felt the movie too shallow for his tastes. He only stayed to watch because it was an opportunity to see Henry again, who had already parked himself on the couch beside Kelly. \n\nOliver was heading out from the washroom when he noticed one of the other bedroom doors was ajar. Oliver paused. He didn't like going into other people's spaces, but it seemed almost like he was being invited. He listened - everyone else was either downstairs or outside, he thought, so he crept closer and opened the door a little more. This was one of the kids' rooms, he realized, seeing the mess of blankets and toys scattered on the floor, including a teddy bear with mismatched eyes and a tuft of pink hair, clearly a gift from auntie Frankie. Sunlight streamed through the large triangular window. Oliver was going to close the door again when his eye caught Rolo on the bed, splayed out. He mistook him for a large doll at first until his saw his chest move. He was splayed out on his back, with his black-and-white belly peeking out between his purple shirt and plain white training pants. His bare feet dangled off the edge of the bed, and his white curly hair was spread around his head like a holy aura.\n\nThe teenage boar felt curiosity gripping him. Oliver had never seen a cub without their clothes on. He'd seen adults naked on the internet, of course, and he'd seen his friends Patrick and Winston during games of 'show me yours', but never someone this young. His school sex-ed classes started at puberty but never mentioned what cubs looked like before they got there. Henry saw his kids naked all the time. Alice had cubs of her own, too. His friends all had brothers and sisters and everyone had at least one nudie story. Everyone except Oliver. He was already thinking about how he was going to explain it away - he found his nephew sleeping on the bed naked, no big deal. So why was his heart beating so fast? He was just going to pull his little pullup down and take a look. Everyone was watching the movie, they'd never know.\n\nOliver swallowed and approached the bed. Rolo was sound asleep. He repeated the steps in his head - he was just going to pull his training pants down, have a look, and pull them back up. That was it. He reached the foot of the bed and fumbled his hands into Rolo's pullups, fully expecting him to wake up. The little fawn's member was sweaty and stuck to his body, so Oliver reached down and pulled it up to examine it closer. Rolo didn't even flinch. The boar thought about quitting while he was ahead, but he didn't know if a chance like this was going to come again, so he decided to keep going. He pulled on Rolo's shaft gently, trying to guess how long it would be if he got hard. He tugged the fawn's training pants down to his knees and fondled his little sac with his other hand, giving the tiny cervine phallus a few quick jerks before letting it fall limp. Oliver caught his other hand snaking up the toddler's belly before he caught himself. \n\nWhat was he doing, he thought to himself, he was going to get caught!\n\nThe gangly, adolescent boar peeked out the door. No one was looking for him. No one even seemed to notice he was gone. He decided to commit, he might only have one chance. Oliver returned to the conked-out fawn and his hand was drawn like a magnet to the buck's exposed crotch. He stroked the boy gently, still doing his best not to wake him up, until he could feel the little organ start to throb in his grip. He was seeing if he could get him hard, but almost immediately the adventurous teen knew that getting the fawn hard wouldn't be enough, he needed to take him all the way.\n\nThere was baby oil nearby, in Rolo's overnight bag. Oliver got brave. He pulled Rolo's pullups off completely and tossed them onto the floor, then doused his hand liberally in the oil, reaching down and under Rolo's groin to try and find his tailhole. The lube made it easy to stick his little finger up, and then further up, enough that Rolo drew a big, sleepy breath. Oliver froze, afraid to move, but thankfully nothing more came of it. The fawn was still very much asleep. \n\nIt was a few seconds before Oliver dared to move again, but it felt like an eternity. He wriggled his finger a little bit, still wedged between the toddler's cheeks, then a little bit more, and a little more still, until he was slowly finger-fucking Rolo's tailhole. And he was still sleeping through the whole thing!\n\nFueled by lust, the boar wanted more. Doing it wasn't enough. Bragging to Henry wasn't enough. He was going to want to come back to this moment again and again and again. He pulled his hand away from the fawn's erection and pulled out his phone, the baby oil smeared over his fingers making the touch screen difficult to use. He opened the screen with a slide of his lubricated finger, then tapped the camera icon, and, with his other hand occupied with the fawn's backside, he tried to position the phone against a pillow so it could still see everything. Once he was satisfied with the angle he was getting, he returned his other hand to his nephew's member and started stroking.\n\nThe fawn's shaft was standing at full mast, the tip starting to peek out through the foreskin and twitching on its own without Oliver touching it. He pinched the glans between his thumb and forefinger and felt the little shaft throb in his grip, like it was about to blow. Even a tiny little gasp came from the fawn below him, now finally starting to rouse. Oliver didn't stop, he was already committed and wasn't about to give up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He closed his fist around the tiny shaft, sliding the foreskin up and down the sensitive tip while the finger on his other hand twisted and curled inside his bottom. \n\nRolo bucked his hips slightly, shifting from side to side on his own a few times before the tiny little member erupted in warm, steamy liquid. Oliver squealed and quickly smothered the firehose with his pullup, but not before a few dribbles landed on his speckled chest, a mixture of baby oil, pee, and whatever else smeared into his fluffy fur. The little deer was starting to stir for real, slowly but surely waking up. Oliver quickly pulled the pullup back into place, grabbed his phone, and scrambled out the door, hopefully before the tot was able to figure out what was happening.\n\nOliver returned to the den. His heart was racing. His cheeks felt like they were going to burst into flame. He sat on the couch beside Henry. The movie was still playing, but Ollie couldn't pay attention to what was happening. Eddy and Bart were laughing at something and Tom patted the donkey on the head and gave his mane a scruff to playfully quiet him down. Ashley and Dora were still outside playing princess or something, and every once in a while he saw one of them sprinting by the window. It looked like Ashley had a stick and was swinging it around while Dora jumped around and off the rocks around the Chalet. Auntie Frankie was off somewhere with Aksel. No one asked any awkward questions, and the teenage boar was starting to think no one was the wiser.\n\nThen Rolo stumbled into the den. His shirt was soaking wet, his pullups were gone, and his tiny finger-sized shaft was at full mast, pointing directly at the couch for all to see.\n\nOliver thought he was going to [b]die[/b].\n\n\"What happened to your pants, kiddo?\" Aaron asked, breaking his embrace with Alice and leaning forward.\n\n\"I peed my bed,\" he answered, walking towards his parents. \n\n\"Oopsie!\" Alice chimed in, quickly reaching down to pull the fawn's shirt off, keeping the soaked garment at arms reach as she stood up to wash it off in the sink. \n\n\"Looks like someone needs a change,\" Aaron offered, about to hoist himself off the couch to escort the nude toddler out of the room.\n\n\"I can get it,\" Oliver offered before he realizing what he said. He quickly bit his tongue. What on earth was he thinking? They were going to know something was up! What teenager offers to change a toddler's diaper? People were supposed to hate it! It was a chore, like doing the dishes or mowing the grass, not something you just offered to do!\n\n\"Would you mind, Ollie?\" Alice answered before anyone had the chance to interrupt, \"His stuff is in our room in the green duffle bag. Just a pullup and and his PJs to last him until bath time tonight and then he can come back and sit with us.\"\n\nOliver blinked, still frozen and cringing himself inside out. It . . . worked? That was it?\n\n\"Earth to Oliver,\" Aaron interrupted, \"Your sister asked you to do something. Go get your nephew a fresh nappie, please.\" He spun Rolo around and pointed the erect fawn at Oliver to deal with. \n\n\"Dizzy!\" Rolo giggled, continuing to spin around on the carpet before his dad playfully grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards his uncle, who caught him by the shoulders and spun him around the other way watching him giggle and wobble on his skinny deer legs.\n\n\"Alright,\" Oliver agreed, quickly turning around to try and hide his throbbing manhood, \"Let's go back to your room.\"\n\n\"Hey, are we gonna haff a baff?\" Rolo asked, the 'th' and 'v' sounds turning to an 'f' as the air whistled past his cervine buck-teeth.\n\n\"Not yet,\" Oliver replied, grabbing Rolo's hand to lead him back up the stairs. \n\n\"I wanna get my jammies,\"\n\n\"In a bit.\"\n\nThere were only a few moments of silence while the pair walked up the stars and over to Aaron and Alice's room.\n\n\"Hey, can I show you the block house I made?\" Rolo tugged slightly as they went past his room and into one of the 'grown up' rooms. \n\n\"Later,\" Oliver replied, tugging back towards the next door over. The layout was identical, of course, minus the travel cribs for Aksel and Abigail that had been set up between the two queen beds. Luggage and laundry crowded the floor, and baby toys and paraphernalia covered almost every surface. Oliver was so occupied thinking up what he was going to do for round two with his nephew that he didn't notice that one of the cots was occupied until he heard something shuffle.\n\nOliver let out an involuntary gasp. He was already feeling like he got away with murder after his encounter with Rolo, and wondering if lightning would strike twice once he got him alone a second time. Did he dare? Rolo's nudity was explained away easily enough, but this . . . he was going to have to be very sneaky, but after what happened earlier he was feeling brave - and lucky. He let Rolo's hand go, pulled out his phone, and started recording, pointing at the travel cot. \"Hey Rolo,\" he asked, \"Who's that?\"\n\n\"Tat's my sister, silly!\" Rolo giggled, pointing at the baby porcine in the cot, dressed only in a plain white diaper. \"Her name's Abby!\"\n\nOliver looked Abby up and down. She had a big head with features that strongly resembled Oliver's uncle Aaron, along with sparse, sandy brown hair, a pushed-up, porcine nose, and big, leathery ears that folded over onto themselves, almost over her eyes. Her skin was hairless and vibrant pink, with a few large brown patches that made Oliver think of an old atlas. There was one splotch over her left hip that the strap on her diaper didn't quite cover, another that snaked up the side of her neck and shoulder, and another around her knee. Her chest and belly were round and soft, marked by an outie belly button and two slightly darker nipples, no bigger than bug bites. Her legs were pleasantly plump, and the teenager couldn't wait to see what was between them. \"Is she your big sister?\"\n\n\"No, silly!\" Rolo giggled, \"She's little!\"\n\n\"How little?\"\n\n\"Um . . .\" Rolo looking at his hands figuring out how many fingers to hold up before shrugging his shoulders. \"I dunno!\"\n\nOliver truthfully didn't know either. All he knew is that she wasn't around last Christmas, so she was under a year - probably six or eight months. \"And how big are you?\"\n\n\"Dis many!\" Rolo proudly held up four fingers towards Oliver. \"And a half! And three quarters!\"\n\n\"That many and a half and three quarters,\" Oliver repeated, still pointing the phone at brother and sister, a deer and a pig who could not have looked more different. \"Wow,\" he exclaimed, \"That's pretty big!\"\n\n\"Yeah!\" Rolo beamed.\n\n\"Are you big enough to change your sister's diapers?\" Oliver asked, leading the fawn on before he could elaborate on just how big he was.\n\n\"No,\" He shook his head and giggled, \"Tat's icky!\"\n\n\"Well,\" Oliver continued, \"Ever taken a bath with her?\"\n\n\"Nuh-uh,\" Rolo answered again, \"Mommy says she's too little for the big tub\"\n\nAt this point the little porcine baby was beginning to stir, rolling her head back and forth and stretching her arms.\n\n\"Can you give your little sister a kiss for me, Rolo?\"\n\n\"Yep!\" Rolo answered and toddled over to the cot, and planted a clumsy kiss on Abigail's cheek. \"Tat's how mommy and daddy wake me up,\" Rolo explained, \"Tey say I hafta' be nice to her because she's my sister.\"\n\nOliver bit his lip. \"Ever kiss her on the lips?\" he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking with anticipation, \"like mommy and daddy kiss?\"\n\n\"Yuh,\" the fawn answered, then turned to give the piglet a sloppy kiss on her snout. \"Mwah!\" \n\n\"Good boy, Rolo,\" Oliver praised, \"What a good big brother you are!\"\n\nRolo grinned sheepishly, folding his hands behind his back. Abigail stirred more, rolling her head to the side and blinking her eyes open. They were stunningly blue, just like her father's. \n\n\"Hey, can you undo her diaper for me?\" Oliver asked, trying to sound innocent. \"I wanna get a better look at that mark on her side.\"\n\n\"Umm . . .\" Rolo pondered.\n\n\"C'mon, just do it,\" the boar insisted, \"You've seen her without her diaper on before, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah sometimes,\" Rolo hummed and hawed while he tried to pull at the velcro strap. \n\nUnable to resist, Oliver reached down and finished the job, pulling the front of the diaper open. Thankfully, it was dry. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. That could have been awkward! He zoomed his phone in on Abigail's private parts, trying to keep Rolo's naked body in frame as much as he could. To Oliver's surprise, Abigail's baby bits just looked like any other crease in her skin, like a fold behind her knee or under her arm. There was hardly any redness or puffiness, nothing to make it stick out. \"Hey,\" Oliver pointed, \"what's that between her legs?\"\n\n\"T'oes are her girly parts!\" Rolo giggled, pointing to the same spot between Abigail's chubby thighs.\n\n\"You don't have girly parts, do you, Rolo?\"\n\n\"Nu-uh!\" Rolo shook his head and looked down, reaching between his legs as if he had to check to make sure.\n\n\"You sure?\" Oliver grinned behind the camera, \"better let me see!\" He reached out and gently cupped his hands around the toddler's softening member. The teenage hog could hardly stand it. Molesting him while he was asleep was one thing, but it was so easy in retrospect it felt like cheating. But getting him while he was awake and aware and still not hearing a 'no' . . .\n\n\"Rolo giggled, pushing his knees together. \"Feels funny!\" he announced.\n\n\"We can make it feel better than funny,\" Oliver replied, running the palm of his open hand along the underside of Rolo's floppy shaft. Could he get him hard again, he wondered? \"If you stick your boy parts in her girly parts you can both feel really good! My boy parts are too big and grown-up, but I bet you could do it!\"\n\nAbigail was now completely awake, and Oliver was pretty sure she was going to start crying and end their fun. He was prepared for that option, ready to turn off his phone, stick her diaper back on, and cook up a story about how he and Rolo were looking for that bag of stuff Alice and Aaron sent them to find. But she just kind of laid there and took in the view, looking Oliver up and down before her big eyes locked on to her big brother. Instead of starting to cry, she just let out a soft porcine squeal of recognition.\n\nOliver reached out a finger and rubbed it gently against Abigail's slit. The skin felt so soft and smooth, like running his finger over silk. He gripped one of her folds with a finger and pulled it open. The skin inside shimmered with wetness and was a little darker in colour, just like the nipples on her bare chest. \"I bet you could put your finger in there,\" he challenged the little buck.\n\nRolo let out a nervous-sounding giggle, watching intently what Oliver was doing to his little sister.\n\n\"It's fine,\" Oliver encouraged, \"just be gentle.\" He demonstrated with a finger, running it back and forth gently along the little crease between the baby's legs. \"Just like that,\" he encouraged, digging his finger a little deeper to part the delicate folds. \"Here, you try!\"\n\nThe older porcine guided the fawn's hand between his baby sister's legs. \"Gentle,\" he reminded him as he leaned back to make sure his phone was still recording. \n\nRolo clumsily rubbed back and forth, using a few fingers at a time. Abigail didn't seem to mind it at all, kicking out her feet occasionally and making goofy faces as she looked back and forth between the two boys looming over her. \n\n\"Once you're ready,\" Oliver encouraged, returning his free hand to Rolo's private parts and giving them a few gentle jerks, \"you can put your willie right in there!\"\n\nThe fawn's manhood throbbed at the sudden touch. Now that he had been shown, Rolo seemed very interested in probing and poking around his sister's lower lips, peeling the flesh apart and experimenting with putting his finger in the newly discovered hole. \n\n\"Just like that,\" Oliver encouraged, zooming in on his phone, \"See? She likes it!\"\n\nAbigail did seem very smiley and giggly throughout, kicking her legs occasionally as the occasional touch made her jump. But the boar was starting to get impatient. How long was it supposed to take to slip on a new pair of training pants? He could always say that Rolo got distracted and wanted to show him all the block houses that he made, but the longer he took, the less water that excuse was going to hold. \"C'mon,\" he grunted, pushing the little fawn's bottom closer to his baby sister, \"stick it in!\" \n\nWorried about running out of time, Oliver lightly took hold of Rolo's wrist and pulled it away from Abigail's lower lips, aiming it instead towards the little fawn's own shaft, giving it a few quick rubs with his palm to encourage the little toddler. As he hoped, Rolo started bucking his hips again, thrusting close enough to just barely grace the porcine's hairless folds before a hasty shove from Oliver pushed his toddler-sized shaft inside. \n\nRolo gasped, Abigail squealed and stretched her limbs out on instinct before grabbing the thing that was closest - her brother. Rolo didn't pause even for a moment, thrusting into his baby sister without knowing what his body was doing while Ollie's phone continued recording the encounter.\n\nOliver quickly let go of the fawn and let him take the lead, moving his hand to undo his pants and join in when he heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He was out of time! He dove and rolled under the bed in a panic, hoping he was far enough away from the door that whoever was coming in wouldn't see him, just as Abigail squealed again. He was missing the best part!\n\n\"[i]Goddamit[/i],\" a gruff sigh came from the doorframe. Oliver recognized the voice as coming from Tom. Even his curse words had a bit of barnyard lilt to them. \"Can't leave you alone for a second, squirt! Where the hell'd Ollie go . . .?\"\n\nThe teenager heard another squeal and Rolo mumbling \"aww\" as Tom's large hands plucked him easily off the infant's cot before packing him out of the room. Oliver saw his chance and dashed out in the other direction towards the bathroom before walking out as calmly as could be. \"I was looking for some wipes,\" he lied, \"I couldn't find them in the room and I didn't wanna go digging through my sister's stuff-\"\n\nTom raised an eyebrow, holding onto the naked, squirming toddler under his arm like an uncooperative football. Rolo had turned from fussing to giggling again, trying to turn himself over. Oliver thought for sure he'd been busted.\n\n\"Just worry about giving Abby a fresh diaper,\" he ordered. Oliver felt slightly relieved before Tom dug into his pocket and pulled out Oliver's phone. The boar thought he was going to have a heart attack. \"I can't figure out how t' open this thing,\" he said, pointing it at him, \"but I bet auntie Frankie could.\"\n\nOliver was petrified. He couldn't think of a way to respond without making things worse. \"P-probably,\" he stammered as the older porcine loomed over him.\n\n\"Buuuut I don't wanna rope her in t' this too. So how about we make a deal: I'll give ya yer phone back, but yer gonna work it off with me, muckin stalls an' doin' chores at the ranch next summer.\" He offered the phone back, but Oliver barely moved to claim it. \"Clearly SOMEone has to keep you outta trouble,\" Tom added, \"or at least make ya better at not gettin' caught.\" Tom pushed the phone into Oliver's hand and closed his fingers around the device, still slathered in baby oil. Oliver stood in the hallway, still stunned. \n\n\"Well?\" Tom urged, still holding Rolo, \"g'wan, git!\" he stomped his foot and shooed him away like an animal, and Oliver practically tripped over his own feet returning to Abigail's room wrap up the little piglet and cover up the events of the past few minutes. He wanted to linger longer, spend a little more time with those smooth, perfect folds, but he was thankful enough to have emerged from his near-miss with Tom relatively unscathed and had already pushed his luck enough for one afternoon!\n\nLater that night, Oliver laid in his bed in the room he shared with Henry, and listened. He could hear the grown-ups talking downstairs about scheduling a similar even for next year, with Tom suggesting a camping trip out at the oxbow ranch where he lived as caretaker. He could clear it with the owners no problem, and he heard his name dropped as Tom made a joke about making the \"little nerd touch grass for once.\"\n\nA few rooms away, Frankie tiptoed into the room where Rolo and Eddy were sleeping, and plucked the look-alike plushie off the shelf. Judging from the rumors she heard flying around earlier in the evening, the little pinhole camera she put in this had managed to capture some juicy footage indeed!",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was a vacation that Oliver Miller had been looking forward to for months.
His big sister Alice and her partner Aaron were planning a get-together in the summer with some friends and extended family, and Alice wanted her little brother to come along. Crazy auntie Frankie was going to be coming too - Oliver wasn't related to her by blood, but she hung out with Alice and Aaron so much that she felt like family. Apparently Oliver's friend Henry was going to be there too, and that could get awkward. Henry moved out from his parents' place a while ago and started living with his older half-brother Kelly, another good friend of the family. Kelly had a kid about kindergarten-aged, and Henry was so busy looking after his niece that he hardly had time to play anymore. Oliver still saw Henry at school but he was different, less fun. He had all these cool stories about the responsibilities of being a 'dad' but never seemed to have time to just hang out. Maybe with all the other grown-ups around to take on some of the babysitting duties they'd finally be able to hang out and stay up. He packed up some books he was reading, as well as his trading card collection (just in case Henry still played), and some action figures.
His sister Alice was the one to pick him up early in the morning, and the two drove to her place to meet with Aaron, Frankie, Henry's nephews Rolo and baby Aksel - 'with a K' - and his brand-new niece Abigail. Rolo was the odd one out of the group - instead of the smooth pink skin and porcine features that the rest of the family had, he obviously came from a cervine background: he had stiff, diamond-shaped ears that jutted out from the side of his head, a poofy triangular tail instead of a corkscrew-looking one, and his body was covered in short black fur, scattered with white fawn-spots. Ollie thought he looked like a painting of the night sky - strikingly pretty, but not something he'd want to go around looking like.
Aaron and Alice took the two babies with them while auntie Frankie took Rolo and Ollie in her beat-up old sedan. Ollie was happy that he got to sit up front, but he was dreading being in the car with a preschooler for hours. Rolo, however, didn't seem that chatty. It was actually auntie Frankie's music that ended up getting on his nerves the most - high-energy, fast-paced instruments, lyrics screaming about 'the man' or 'the machine', all played so loud the entire car shook with every beat. Rolo seemed to love it, giggling and bouncing in time as best he could. Oliver was trying to be polite and listen with an open ear, but after a while everything started to sound the same.
He found out that they were headed to a chalet on a ski hill. Apparently, during the off-season the resort was open to all sorts of summer activities - hiking, mountain biking, birdwatching, all stuff that seemed terribly uninteresting to the teenager. "Think of it like our own private hotel," Frankie explained, almost having to shout over the volume of the stereo, "We got, like, five or six rooms for all of us, big dining room, fancy living room, lots of space to play around!"
"Oh really?" Oliver replied, trying to politely feign interest. He wasn't here for the outdoorsy stuff - he know his brother-in-law had to have snuck some video games over, and he would have bet anything that Frankie brought her computer, too.
Frankie could see the kid wasn't interested. "I also brought my laptop," she admitted, "I gotta show you this new item that dropped for me the other day!"
For the rest of the trip, Frankie and Oliver found a bit of a middle ground talking about internet culture, tv shows, and a board game that was based on the trading cards that Oliver kept spending his allowance on. Even the music seemed almost bearable when it took a backseat to talking about raid mechanics and tabletop strategy. Before Oliver knew it, they were driving up the side of the mountain and a large building came into view as they passed through the treeline.
"There we are," Frankie nodded with satisfaction as she pulled up. The building was large - three stories tall with a pronounced triangular roof, split vertically by a chimney that went from bottom to top, almost like a church steeple. There were large windows on the facing wall, triangular in shape to match the peaked roofline. It was built right into the mountain itself, and Oliver had no trouble imagining it as an evil mountain fortress surrounded by moats of lava, or a secret superhero hideout in the middle of nowhere.
They weren't the first ones to arrive - Aaron's friend Tom had arrived first, along with a donkey boy that looked about Oliver's age, and porcine with mohawk that looked to be seven or eight. Tom introduced the teenage donkey as Eddy, one of the farmhands on the ranch where he lived, and joked that he found the punky piglet, Bart, 'out in the field one day.' There were introductions made with handshakes and hugs all around as more and more people arrived - His sister Alice and her husband Aaron with their other two kids, followed by Kelly with his daughter Dora and another porcine girl around the same age named Ashley, and of course Henry.
Later that night, with everyone settled in, Alice put on a movie. Some sort of sci-fi comedy flick with a lot of explosions. Oliver was invested in the beginning but quickly felt the movie too shallow for his tastes. He only stayed to watch because it was an opportunity to see Henry again, who had already parked himself on the couch beside Kelly.
Oliver was heading out from the washroom when he noticed one of the other bedroom doors was ajar. Oliver paused. He didn't like going into other people's spaces, but it seemed almost like he was being invited. He listened - everyone else was either downstairs or outside, he thought, so he crept closer and opened the door a little more. This was one of the kids' rooms, he realized, seeing the mess of blankets and toys scattered on the floor, including a teddy bear with mismatched eyes and a tuft of pink hair, clearly a gift from auntie Frankie. Sunlight streamed through the large triangular window. Oliver was going to close the door again when his eye caught Rolo on the bed, splayed out. He mistook him for a large doll at first until his saw his chest move. He was splayed out on his back, with his black-and-white belly peeking out between his purple shirt and plain white training pants. His bare feet dangled off the edge of the bed, and his white curly hair was spread around his head like a holy aura.
The teenage boar felt curiosity gripping him. Oliver had never seen a cub without their clothes on. He'd seen adults naked on the internet, of course, and he'd seen his friends Patrick and Winston during games of 'show me yours', but never someone this young. His school sex-ed classes started at puberty but never mentioned what cubs looked like before they got there. Henry saw his kids naked all the time. Alice had cubs of her own, too. His friends all had brothers and sisters and everyone had at least one nudie story. Everyone except Oliver. He was already thinking about how he was going to explain it away - he found his nephew sleeping on the bed naked, no big deal. So why was his heart beating so fast? He was just going to pull his little pullup down and take a look. Everyone was watching the movie, they'd never know.
Oliver swallowed and approached the bed. Rolo was sound asleep. He repeated the steps in his head - he was just going to pull his training pants down, have a look, and pull them back up. That was it. He reached the foot of the bed and fumbled his hands into Rolo's pullups, fully expecting him to wake up. The little fawn's member was sweaty and stuck to his body, so Oliver reached down and pulled it up to examine it closer. Rolo didn't even flinch. The boar thought about quitting while he was ahead, but he didn't know if a chance like this was going to come again, so he decided to keep going. He pulled on Rolo's shaft gently, trying to guess how long it would be if he got hard. He tugged the fawn's training pants down to his knees and fondled his little sac with his other hand, giving the tiny cervine phallus a few quick jerks before letting it fall limp. Oliver caught his other hand snaking up the toddler's belly before he caught himself.
What was he doing, he thought to himself, he was going to get caught!
The gangly, adolescent boar peeked out the door. No one was looking for him. No one even seemed to notice he was gone. He decided to commit, he might only have one chance. Oliver returned to the conked-out fawn and his hand was drawn like a magnet to the buck's exposed crotch. He stroked the boy gently, still doing his best not to wake him up, until he could feel the little organ start to throb in his grip. He was seeing if he could get him hard, but almost immediately the adventurous teen knew that getting the fawn hard wouldn't be enough, he needed to take him all the way.
There was baby oil nearby, in Rolo's overnight bag. Oliver got brave. He pulled Rolo's pullups off completely and tossed them onto the floor, then doused his hand liberally in the oil, reaching down and under Rolo's groin to try and find his tailhole. The lube made it easy to stick his little finger up, and then further up, enough that Rolo drew a big, sleepy breath. Oliver froze, afraid to move, but thankfully nothing more came of it. The fawn was still very much asleep.
It was a few seconds before Oliver dared to move again, but it felt like an eternity. He wriggled his finger a little bit, still wedged between the toddler's cheeks, then a little bit more, and a little more still, until he was slowly finger-fucking Rolo's tailhole. And he was still sleeping through the whole thing!
Fueled by lust, the boar wanted more. Doing it wasn't enough. Bragging to Henry wasn't enough. He was going to want to come back to this moment again and again and again. He pulled his hand away from the fawn's erection and pulled out his phone, the baby oil smeared over his fingers making the touch screen difficult to use. He opened the screen with a slide of his lubricated finger, then tapped the camera icon, and, with his other hand occupied with the fawn's backside, he tried to position the phone against a pillow so it could still see everything. Once he was satisfied with the angle he was getting, he returned his other hand to his nephew's member and started stroking.
The fawn's shaft was standing at full mast, the tip starting to peek out through the foreskin and twitching on its own without Oliver touching it. He pinched the glans between his thumb and forefinger and felt the little shaft throb in his grip, like it was about to blow. Even a tiny little gasp came from the fawn below him, now finally starting to rouse. Oliver didn't stop, he was already committed and wasn't about to give up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He closed his fist around the tiny shaft, sliding the foreskin up and down the sensitive tip while the finger on his other hand twisted and curled inside his bottom.
Rolo bucked his hips slightly, shifting from side to side on his own a few times before the tiny little member erupted in warm, steamy liquid. Oliver squealed and quickly smothered the firehose with his pullup, but not before a few dribbles landed on his speckled chest, a mixture of baby oil, pee, and whatever else smeared into his fluffy fur. The little deer was starting to stir for real, slowly but surely waking up. Oliver quickly pulled the pullup back into place, grabbed his phone, and scrambled out the door, hopefully before the tot was able to figure out what was happening.
Oliver returned to the den. His heart was racing. His cheeks felt like they were going to burst into flame. He sat on the couch beside Henry. The movie was still playing, but Ollie couldn't pay attention to what was happening. Eddy and Bart were laughing at something and Tom patted the donkey on the head and gave his mane a scruff to playfully quiet him down. Ashley and Dora were still outside playing princess or something, and every once in a while he saw one of them sprinting by the window. It looked like Ashley had a stick and was swinging it around while Dora jumped around and off the rocks around the Chalet. Auntie Frankie was off somewhere with Aksel. No one asked any awkward questions, and the teenage boar was starting to think no one was the wiser.
Then Rolo stumbled into the den. His shirt was soaking wet, his pullups were gone, and his tiny finger-sized shaft was at full mast, pointing directly at the couch for all to see.
Oliver thought he was going to die.
"What happened to your pants, kiddo?" Aaron asked, breaking his embrace with Alice and leaning forward.
"I peed my bed," he answered, walking towards his parents.
"Oopsie!" Alice chimed in, quickly reaching down to pull the fawn's shirt off, keeping the soaked garment at arms reach as she stood up to wash it off in the sink.
"Looks like someone needs a change," Aaron offered, about to hoist himself off the couch to escort the nude toddler out of the room.
"I can get it," Oliver offered before he realizing what he said. He quickly bit his tongue. What on earth was he thinking? They were going to know something was up! What teenager offers to change a toddler's diaper? People were supposed to hate it! It was a chore, like doing the dishes or mowing the grass, not something you just offered to do!
"Would you mind, Ollie?" Alice answered before anyone had the chance to interrupt, "His stuff is in our room in the green duffle bag. Just a pullup and and his PJs to last him until bath time tonight and then he can come back and sit with us."
Oliver blinked, still frozen and cringing himself inside out. It . . . worked? That was it?
"Earth to Oliver," Aaron interrupted, "Your sister asked you to do something. Go get your nephew a fresh nappie, please." He spun Rolo around and pointed the erect fawn at Oliver to deal with.
"Dizzy!" Rolo giggled, continuing to spin around on the carpet before his dad playfully grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards his uncle, who caught him by the shoulders and spun him around the other way watching him giggle and wobble on his skinny deer legs.
"Alright," Oliver agreed, quickly turning around to try and hide his throbbing manhood, "Let's go back to your room."
"Hey, are we gonna haff a baff?" Rolo asked, the 'th' and 'v' sounds turning to an 'f' as the air whistled past his cervine buck-teeth.
"Not yet," Oliver replied, grabbing Rolo's hand to lead him back up the stairs.
"I wanna get my jammies,"
"In a bit."
There were only a few moments of silence while the pair walked up the stars and over to Aaron and Alice's room.
"Hey, can I show you the block house I made?" Rolo tugged slightly as they went past his room and into one of the 'grown up' rooms.
"Later," Oliver replied, tugging back towards the next door over. The layout was identical, of course, minus the travel cribs for Aksel and Abigail that had been set up between the two queen beds. Luggage and laundry crowded the floor, and baby toys and paraphernalia covered almost every surface. Oliver was so occupied thinking up what he was going to do for round two with his nephew that he didn't notice that one of the cots was occupied until he heard something shuffle.
Oliver let out an involuntary gasp. He was already feeling like he got away with murder after his encounter with Rolo, and wondering if lightning would strike twice once he got him alone a second time. Did he dare? Rolo's nudity was explained away easily enough, but this . . . he was going to have to be very sneaky, but after what happened earlier he was feeling brave - and lucky. He let Rolo's hand go, pulled out his phone, and started recording, pointing at the travel cot. "Hey Rolo," he asked, "Who's that?"
"Tat's my sister, silly!" Rolo giggled, pointing at the baby porcine in the cot, dressed only in a plain white diaper. "Her name's Abby!"
Oliver looked Abby up and down. She had a big head with features that strongly resembled Oliver's uncle Aaron, along with sparse, sandy brown hair, a pushed-up, porcine nose, and big, leathery ears that folded over onto themselves, almost over her eyes. Her skin was hairless and vibrant pink, with a few large brown patches that made Oliver think of an old atlas. There was one splotch over her left hip that the strap on her diaper didn't quite cover, another that snaked up the side of her neck and shoulder, and another around her knee. Her chest and belly were round and soft, marked by an outie belly button and two slightly darker nipples, no bigger than bug bites. Her legs were pleasantly plump, and the teenager couldn't wait to see what was between them. "Is she your big sister?"
"No, silly!" Rolo giggled, "She's little!"
"How little?"
"Um . . ." Rolo looking at his hands figuring out how many fingers to hold up before shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno!"
Oliver truthfully didn't know either. All he knew is that she wasn't around last Christmas, so she was under a year - probably six or eight months. "And how big are you?"
"Dis many!" Rolo proudly held up four fingers towards Oliver. "And a half! And three quarters!"
"That many and a half and three quarters," Oliver repeated, still pointing the phone at brother and sister, a deer and a pig who could not have looked more different. "Wow," he exclaimed, "That's pretty big!"
"Yeah!" Rolo beamed.
"Are you big enough to change your sister's diapers?" Oliver asked, leading the fawn on before he could elaborate on just how big he was.
"No," He shook his head and giggled, "Tat's icky!"
"Well," Oliver continued, "Ever taken a bath with her?"
"Nuh-uh," Rolo answered again, "Mommy says she's too little for the big tub"
At this point the little porcine baby was beginning to stir, rolling her head back and forth and stretching her arms.
"Can you give your little sister a kiss for me, Rolo?"
"Yep!" Rolo answered and toddled over to the cot, and planted a clumsy kiss on Abigail's cheek. "Tat's how mommy and daddy wake me up," Rolo explained, "Tey say I hafta' be nice to her because she's my sister."
Oliver bit his lip. "Ever kiss her on the lips?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking with anticipation, "like mommy and daddy kiss?"
"Yuh," the fawn answered, then turned to give the piglet a sloppy kiss on her snout. "Mwah!"
"Good boy, Rolo," Oliver praised, "What a good big brother you are!"
Rolo grinned sheepishly, folding his hands behind his back. Abigail stirred more, rolling her head to the side and blinking her eyes open. They were stunningly blue, just like her father's.
"Hey, can you undo her diaper for me?" Oliver asked, trying to sound innocent. "I wanna get a better look at that mark on her side."
"Umm . . ." Rolo pondered.
"C'mon, just do it," the boar insisted, "You've seen her without her diaper on before, right?"
"Yeah sometimes," Rolo hummed and hawed while he tried to pull at the velcro strap.
Unable to resist, Oliver reached down and finished the job, pulling the front of the diaper open. Thankfully, it was dry. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. That could have been awkward! He zoomed his phone in on Abigail's private parts, trying to keep Rolo's naked body in frame as much as he could. To Oliver's surprise, Abigail's baby bits just looked like any other crease in her skin, like a fold behind her knee or under her arm. There was hardly any redness or puffiness, nothing to make it stick out. "Hey," Oliver pointed, "what's that between her legs?"
"T'oes are her girly parts!" Rolo giggled, pointing to the same spot between Abigail's chubby thighs.
"You don't have girly parts, do you, Rolo?"
"Nu-uh!" Rolo shook his head and looked down, reaching between his legs as if he had to check to make sure.
"You sure?" Oliver grinned behind the camera, "better let me see!" He reached out and gently cupped his hands around the toddler's softening member. The teenage hog could hardly stand it. Molesting him while he was asleep was one thing, but it was so easy in retrospect it felt like cheating. But getting him while he was awake and aware and still not hearing a 'no' . . .
"Rolo giggled, pushing his knees together. "Feels funny!" he announced.
"We can make it feel better than funny," Oliver replied, running the palm of his open hand along the underside of Rolo's floppy shaft. Could he get him hard again, he wondered? "If you stick your boy parts in her girly parts you can both feel really good! My boy parts are too big and grown-up, but I bet you could do it!"
Abigail was now completely awake, and Oliver was pretty sure she was going to start crying and end their fun. He was prepared for that option, ready to turn off his phone, stick her diaper back on, and cook up a story about how he and Rolo were looking for that bag of stuff Alice and Aaron sent them to find. But she just kind of laid there and took in the view, looking Oliver up and down before her big eyes locked on to her big brother. Instead of starting to cry, she just let out a soft porcine squeal of recognition.
Oliver reached out a finger and rubbed it gently against Abigail's slit. The skin felt so soft and smooth, like running his finger over silk. He gripped one of her folds with a finger and pulled it open. The skin inside shimmered with wetness and was a little darker in colour, just like the nipples on her bare chest. "I bet you could put your finger in there," he challenged the little buck.
Rolo let out a nervous-sounding giggle, watching intently what Oliver was doing to his little sister.
"It's fine," Oliver encouraged, "just be gentle." He demonstrated with a finger, running it back and forth gently along the little crease between the baby's legs. "Just like that," he encouraged, digging his finger a little deeper to part the delicate folds. "Here, you try!"
The older porcine guided the fawn's hand between his baby sister's legs. "Gentle," he reminded him as he leaned back to make sure his phone was still recording.
Rolo clumsily rubbed back and forth, using a few fingers at a time. Abigail didn't seem to mind it at all, kicking out her feet occasionally and making goofy faces as she looked back and forth between the two boys looming over her.
"Once you're ready," Oliver encouraged, returning his free hand to Rolo's private parts and giving them a few gentle jerks, "you can put your willie right in there!"
The fawn's manhood throbbed at the sudden touch. Now that he had been shown, Rolo seemed very interested in probing and poking around his sister's lower lips, peeling the flesh apart and experimenting with putting his finger in the newly discovered hole.
"Just like that," Oliver encouraged, zooming in on his phone, "See? She likes it!"
Abigail did seem very smiley and giggly throughout, kicking her legs occasionally as the occasional touch made her jump. But the boar was starting to get impatient. How long was it supposed to take to slip on a new pair of training pants? He could always say that Rolo got distracted and wanted to show him all the block houses that he made, but the longer he took, the less water that excuse was going to hold. "C'mon," he grunted, pushing the little fawn's bottom closer to his baby sister, "stick it in!"
Worried about running out of time, Oliver lightly took hold of Rolo's wrist and pulled it away from Abigail's lower lips, aiming it instead towards the little fawn's own shaft, giving it a few quick rubs with his palm to encourage the little toddler. As he hoped, Rolo started bucking his hips again, thrusting close enough to just barely grace the porcine's hairless folds before a hasty shove from Oliver pushed his toddler-sized shaft inside.
Rolo gasped, Abigail squealed and stretched her limbs out on instinct before grabbing the thing that was closest - her brother. Rolo didn't pause even for a moment, thrusting into his baby sister without knowing what his body was doing while Ollie's phone continued recording the encounter.
Oliver quickly let go of the fawn and let him take the lead, moving his hand to undo his pants and join in when he heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He was out of time! He dove and rolled under the bed in a panic, hoping he was far enough away from the door that whoever was coming in wouldn't see him, just as Abigail squealed again. He was missing the best part!
"Goddamit," a gruff sigh came from the doorframe. Oliver recognized the voice as coming from Tom. Even his curse words had a bit of barnyard lilt to them. "Can't leave you alone for a second, squirt! Where the hell'd Ollie go . . .?"
The teenager heard another squeal and Rolo mumbling "aww" as Tom's large hands plucked him easily off the infant's cot before packing him out of the room. Oliver saw his chance and dashed out in the other direction towards the bathroom before walking out as calmly as could be. "I was looking for some wipes," he lied, "I couldn't find them in the room and I didn't wanna go digging through my sister's stuff-"
Tom raised an eyebrow, holding onto the naked, squirming toddler under his arm like an uncooperative football. Rolo had turned from fussing to giggling again, trying to turn himself over. Oliver thought for sure he'd been busted.
"Just worry about giving Abby a fresh diaper," he ordered. Oliver felt slightly relieved before Tom dug into his pocket and pulled out Oliver's phone. The boar thought he was going to have a heart attack. "I can't figure out how t' open this thing," he said, pointing it at him, "but I bet auntie Frankie could."
Oliver was petrified. He couldn't think of a way to respond without making things worse. "P-probably," he stammered as the older porcine loomed over him.
"Buuuut I don't wanna rope her in t' this too. So how about we make a deal: I'll give ya yer phone back, but yer gonna work it off with me, muckin stalls an' doin' chores at the ranch next summer." He offered the phone back, but Oliver barely moved to claim it. "Clearly SOMEone has to keep you outta trouble," Tom added, "or at least make ya better at not gettin' caught." Tom pushed the phone into Oliver's hand and closed his fingers around the device, still slathered in baby oil. Oliver stood in the hallway, still stunned.
"Well?" Tom urged, still holding Rolo, "g'wan, git!" he stomped his foot and shooed him away like an animal, and Oliver practically tripped over his own feet returning to Abigail's room wrap up the little piglet and cover up the events of the past few minutes. He wanted to linger longer, spend a little more time with those smooth, perfect folds, but he was thankful enough to have emerged from his near-miss with Tom relatively unscathed and had already pushed his luck enough for one afternoon!
Later that night, Oliver laid in his bed in the room he shared with Henry, and listened. He could hear the grown-ups talking downstairs about scheduling a similar even for next year, with Tom suggesting a camping trip out at the oxbow ranch where he lived as caretaker. He could clear it with the owners no problem, and he heard his name dropped as Tom made a joke about making the "little nerd touch grass for once."
A few rooms away, Frankie tiptoed into the room where Rolo and Eddy were sleeping, and plucked the look-alike plushie off the shelf. Judging from the rumors she heard flying around earlier in the evening, the little pinhole camera she put in this had managed to capture some juicy footage indeed!",
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