
Brother, Mine
Chapter Three – Some Things Are Better Left Unknown
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
May, 2010
All Rights Reserved.


 Finally, managing to block the thoughts out of his mind, and get himself back under control (and with a very wet belly), the elder buck rose and shivered, then stretched and felt his spine crackle. His sibling glanced at him and shivered, then turned and nuzzled his brother, before he froze, then sniffed at him again. With a low moan, the older buck blushed, his inner ears reddening with blood as his brother snuffled him again, then cocked his head to the side and looked at him.


 “Nothing – just...forget about it.” Sighed the older buck, then lovingly nuzzled his brother back.  “Come on, I need a drink...”


 He moved off and his brother paused for a moment, noticing the unusual stiff movements of his older brother, then shrugged and happily followed. They walked in companionable silence for a while, nibbling at tender leaves and grasses, before heading down to the creek for a morning drink. Their throats now much soothed, the elder buck lay himself down on some damp moss, then curled his legs around him and kept an eye on his more inquisitive brother.


 “Hey, don't you go getting wet – mother would kill me, if you got a cold this close to winter!” he admonished the younger stag, who merely flicked his tail then lowered his head and took a long drink.


 Again, the posture of his brother, and the way his supple muscles rippled under his fur, made the elder buck groan, and he knew, he couldn't stop the feelings any-more. Quietly, he climbed to his hooves and walked over, trying to be as casual about it as he could, then rested his head on his brothers rump.  With a startled gasp, the younger deer's head snapped up, water dribbling from his mouth, as he turned his head to look at his brother, his eyes narrowing as he frowned.


 “What...what are you doing -” he asked, his voice tinged with fear.


 “I...I...” stammered the older buck, as he closed his eyes, then stepped back and hung his head.


 Shivering, the younger stag turned himself about, then come over and nuzzled his brothers neck, making him lift his head, then he licked him between the eyes and touched his forehead comfortingly to his brother.


 “Come on, please – tell me – it...I don't understand – what..that almost felt...” Whispered the nervous younger buck, then as his brother shivered and turned away, the smaller one's eyes widened in surprise – then growing fear.


 “I...I didn't mean too - “ Wept the older buck, as he hung his head shamefully.  “I – oh, please, please don't tell mother...you...”


 Torn between his fear and his love, the younger buck stepped closer, and his brother backed away, shaking his head violently from side to side.


 “Brother...please...no – please stay away!” Shrieked the older buck, then turned and fled into the forest.


 His younger sibling stood shivering, not understanding the feelings he felt coursing through him. He loved his sibling dearly, more than anything in the world – and would have died to protect him – yet...his brother...it...it felt like the courting ritual, he and his older brother had watched, all those months ago.  Instinct told him the feelings he was experiencing were wrong – stags did not mate stags – they mated does – and yet...something – some warm, trembling sensation inside him, made him want to run to his brother, to comfort him and lick away his tears...and...maybe – just maybe...it'd be...it'd be nice...


 Shaking his head, making his ears flap from side to side, the younger buck turned away, feeling fear chilling his blood, then he hung his head and sighed, before slowly turning back around and looking at where he brother had fled – before he carefully pushed his way into the bushes and began following his brothers scent.


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 Frightened, tormented by thoughts that were conflicting in his mind, the older buck fled randomly through the woods, unmindful of the branches that slapped and the thorns that scratched long, bleeding scratches down his legs – he didn't care. He felt sickened by his attempt to court his brother, yet another part of him – kept circling the thought in his mind – of how warm his brothers rump was – and it began questioning the buck, who screamed and shook his head violently, trying to stop the thoughts.


 “NO!” He wailed, then crashed through a stream, his hooves slipping and skidding on the river stones.


 Yet, again and again, those tormenting thoughts returned – asking him to at least imagine, even for a moment, the pleasure that mating would bring him, that sweet moment of consummation, the warmth – the feel of the living, breathing body under him...and the release of tension as he pulled his doe against his groin and ejaculated within her...yet it wasn't a doe his mind showed him – but his dear, sweet, gentle brother – his siblings head thrown back as he bleated in pleasure, feeling his older brother mounting him and...


 “NO...oh...please please stop...” Wailed the older buck, as he collapsed to his knees and went sprawling, then lay on the fallen leaves, shaking and sobbing, wishing he could stop these thoughts, that tormented him so with conflicting emotions.


 A sharp, piercing squeal of a doe in pleasure reached his ears, and his ears flicked forwards and back, until he had pinpointed the sound, he crept quietly through the forest, listening as the doe bleated and squealed, obviously being well mated by the sound of it, and the older buck sighed, grateful for the intrusion into his dark thoughts, as he trembled and thought that watching a doe being mated, would be just what he needed to take his mind off it – and with some luck, keep his mind off the thoughts of mating his brother.


 For an hour, he followed the sounds, tracking forwards and back, until he halted and looked around fearfully. Less than a hundred paces away – stood the edge of the forest, and his mother had always forbidden her two offspring to go anywhere near it! She had lectured them again and again on the dangers that existed in the forest alone – let alone the humans, who lived outside the forest, and it was said, hunted both bucks and does, for their meat, skins and occasionally...no!


 He shook his head, blocking out those mental images, and he was sure his mother had been telling lies, when she mentioned what some humans supposedly done with does..yet the does squeals and barking grunts he heard, sure didn't sound like she was in pain – if anything – she sounded so excited and being very well pleasured indeed.  His sheath swelling with his rising sexual arousal, he crept closer to the edge of the forest, spying through the bushes, the brown and cream colour of the doe.  He hid himself down in some thick bushes, laying himself on his rapidly firming sheath and gurgling softly, before he settled in and carefully pushed apart a few branches, so he could have a better view...then his mouth fell open and his eyes widened.


 He could see the doe clearly now – kneeling on the soft loam, her muzzle thrown back and her pealing squeals of ecstasy – then he shook his head and looked again, seeing not a large buck grasping her hips and thrusting..but...no! He shook his head a third time, disbelieving what his eyes were showing him – for it wasn't a buck mating this doe...but a human! 


 This human man, who was pleasuring this doe, that was unmistakable, pressed his hands down on her hips, and pushed himself back into her body, making her squeal in pleasure and tense up, as he moaned and caressed her hips.  Sickened, horrified ad in shock, the elder of the two brothers found himself unable to pull his gaze away, and his eyes continued to drink in the sight of this doe and a human.  She turned her head to look back at the human, her eyes sparkling with love and passion, and then the young buck's soft, moan escaped his throat..as he saw the Doe's ears as they flicked forwards...he knew that ear pattern, and the unmistakable missing piece...his stomach instantly knotted and his blood ran to ice, as he began crying helplessly – for the doe being mated by this human...was his mother....


To Be Continued....

