Emil, only wearing his snug red swimsuit bottoms, was spending his time watching trees fly by as he and his family drove down the winding road in the family’s truck. The young, cream-colored and brown-speckled goat kid was relaxed; there was a smile upon his face, but his mind was adrift elsewhere. He absentmindedly hummed along to the music playing from the truck’s speakers, and he imagined a man leaping over every little rock and roadside barrier they passed, running at impossible speeds. Filtered out of Emil’s mind was the background ambience of his little four year old brother, Lime, who was playing a young educational children’s game on his tablet, and the adult chatter from Mom and Dad that Emil couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to.

Emil was eventually pulled out of his daydream when Lime shut off his tablet and tucked it in the pouch behind the front seat. “Are we there yet?” asked the little toddler.

“Just ten more minutes, kiddo.” said Dad. Emil’s dad, Edmund, unlike his sons, had darker, auburn fur, with the occasional spot of brown adorning his more muscular body. He was a tall man and an imposing figure behind the wheel; nevertheless, Emil knew he had a gentleness about him. He was snug in a navy-blue speedo. 

“This beach is far away. I wanna go to the one at home...” complained Lime. 

“Now Lime,” said Mom, chiming in. “It’s Dad’s birthday, and he gets to choose where we go to celebrate.” Mom’s fur was a pure beige color, no spots or specks to be found on her goat fur. Like her husband, she was wearing a two piece, turquoise floral swimsuit. 

“The beach back home can get pretty crowded, even during the off-season.” explained Dad. There’s a lot less people at this beach, so you boys can run around and chase each other as much as you want.”

Having turned away, no one could see the blush across Emil’s face; the ten year old boy thought about all the fun things about intimacy he was taught by his TA at his school--and Emil’s member began to swell to life, fighting against the mesh fabric inside his swim trunks. His thoughts drifted back to how he slid his cock into his little brother’s muzzle that very evening, and he  squirmed in his car seat. His libido was still a very new, enchanting thing that held his thoughts captive. He secretly massaged his stiffening bulge while everyone was distracted.

Emil had an idea of what he wanted today. His eyes darted over to his little bro’s bare chest, and his heart fluttered as he imagined all the ways he could touch and love him. He hoped this wouldn’t lead him to getting in trouble with his parents, right? 

Dad looked back for a moment, and Emil stopped groping himself. Dad didn’t seem to notice.

“You boys doing okay back there?”

“Mhm!” nodded Emil enthusiastically, his goat ears flopping.

“Good, good. We’re almost there, I hope you’re ready for a fun day at the beach!”

Those ten minutes Dad mentioned flew by, and the treeline eventually gave way to a small sandy shoal amidst some modestly scenic ridges. The skies were cloudy, but not overly so. The weather was warm, but far from hot; summer had yet to arrive. Palm trees crested over a cliff face that draped shade over the golden sands, and water gently lapped against the beach with the gentle breeze. There was only one other car parked with several surfboards sitting on the rack; beyond that, however, the beach was otherwise quiet. Dad pulled the truck to a halt, parking adjacent to the other car.

“Perfect!” Mom said. “Hardly anyone here. Perfect time of the year for this.”

“Alright boys, we’re here! Let’s get set up!”

The next thirty minutes were spent pitching their spot at the beach. Emil ran back and forth, staking the umbrella, placing the beach towels and cooler, and then finally helping his dad untie the barbeque from the back of the flatbed and out onto the beach. Lime, meanwhile, was too little to aid. Instead, he made a beeline for the shore itself, chasing the waves, and squealing happily whenever the seafoam lapped against his ankles. Mom spent the next thirty minutes barbecuing burgers, and soon, each and all of them had a simple, but tasty lunch. Emil was content to sit his rear on a fold-up chair he had put out, and he spent his lunchtime watching his cute little brother play in the water. He wondered idly about when he would find a moment alone with Lime…but could he even do so? Everything was so out in the open out here, without any truly private spaces to explore all the fun new games he had learned about. Maybe he would have to shelve this idea, at least for the time being. 

After he was finished with his lunch, Emil was pulled from his scandalous daydream by his Dad, who stood tall and stretched. “Best part of a birthday on the beach? Laying around and doing nothing.” he mused. He walked over to his beach towel-- a large, red and white striped affair, large enough to keep the sand at bay— and laid down on his stomach, with his head perched into his folded arms. Emil couldn’t help but stare at his dad’s form, which was fully on display. 

“Hey Emil? Do you mind if you can help me with the sunscreen?” he asked.

“Oh uh…sure.” He grabbed the sunscreen lotion from the cooler, and knelt beside him. He smeared the lotion between his paws and, after a beat, pressed it onto his father’s back. When Dad started moaning softly to himself, Emil couldn’t help but blush a little bit…as weird as it felt. He massaged his dad around his shoulders, the shoulderblades, from his upper back, to his lower back. As he pressed his digits into his father’s smooth, fine fur, his father continued to make a familiar moaning sound…sounds that Emil himself made when he was feeling really, really good…

“Make sure you get me all over.” said Dad. “Don’t be shy.” 

Emil was definitely blushing now, and his boyhood was straining against his swim trunks again. Emil paused as he processed the moment.

“C’mon, whatcha waiting for? Get those cute paws deep in there. I need an even tan, you know.” Dad brought his paws down to his speedo to illustrate the point, tucked his thumbs underneath them, and  slid them down, exposing his large, round rump for full display. Emil could even see his father’s impressive ballsack.

Emil could hardly believe what he was seeing. “R-really?” he stammered.

“Mhm! It’s nothing to be shy about. It’s just your dad’s butt; nothing to be skittish over.” Dad’s eyes were closed and he was absolutely relaxed. Meanwhile, Emil felt his heart pounding right out of his chest. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Mom and his little brother had drifted quite a distance away as they played alongside the shore. He turned back to Dad, gave a determined exhale, and moved to press his paws delicately against his father’s hindquarters.

It was so large compared to Lime’s, and yet so soft still. He rolled around the heavy cheeks in his smaller paws, spreading and squishing the cheeks, and occasionally exposing his anus as he did so. Dad moaned openly— undoubtedly sexually— as his son gave his ass a deep massage. 

“There you go, good boy…keep doing that.” whispered Edmund. Emil blushed and smiled, and continued his intimate administrations. Emil couldn’t be more aroused-- his developing shaft was at full mast underneath his swim trunks— but he felt especially shy nonetheless, unsure about where Dad was going with this. He continued to roll his paws deep against his dad’s plump bottom all the same.

“So.” said Dad. “I heard you’ve secretly been playing with Lime at night.”

Emil froze. He felt his stomach drop. Oh no.

“Wait…Dad! How did you know!? I can explain!” squeaked Emil. He practically shot up from the ground in a panic. 

Dad, however, remained perfectly calm, rolled over onto his back, and sat up, giving his son a wry smile. “You think a four year old can keep a secret from his dad?” 

“Ah…oh no…” said Emil. “I should’ve known…ugh…” 

Dad’s mischievous smile started to seem more like a reassuring one. “It’s okay. You’re a growing, handsome young boy who’s just starting to discover himself. I understand.” 

Now that he was upright, there was nothing hiding his father’s imposing erection from full display. It stood an impressive straight six-and-a-half inches tall, with plenty of girth to accompany its length. Now that it had been freed from being pinned against the beach towel, it throbbed eagerly. Emil couldn’t help but gaze, a little awestruck. He’d never seen his father’s cock before, and it certainly put his developing cub penis to shame in the size department. 

“So? Ready to keep going?” said his father, giving Emil a seductive look. “Now that all our cards are on the table, so to speak?”

Even a kid like Emil could tell that this was all a very deliberate advance on his dad’s part. He imagined that his face must’ve been redder than it’s ever been before. He could only shyly nod in reply. He knew what he wanted.

The young goat let his swim trunks slide down to the sands of the beach, and approached his dad again with a fresh dollop of lotion in his paws. He settled in and sat over his father’s legs, leaned in, and pressed his paws against his father’s impressive pecs. He allowed his fingers to trace his Dad’s nipples, and Emil could feel his penis press against his Dad’s much larger shaft. Dad continued to vocalize his pleasure as the lengthy foreplay continued. 

“So. Tell me about it some more.” continued Dad. “You learn this from school?”

“Y-yeah…” stammered Emil. He could feel his fur bristle on end.

“Thought so.” said Edmund, with a playful tone. “I’m surprised you took to it so quickly, though. And with your younger brother, too, of all possible partners.”

“Am I in trouble?” asked Emil, sheepishly, as he softly rubbed his paws along his father’s stomach.

“Do you think you are?” asked the incestuous father. His heavy cock throbbed, as if to suggest the obvious answer. It dripped a little pre. 

“N-no…?” said Emil.

Edmund gave his son a reassuring scritch under the ear. “Of course not. On the contrary, I’m so excited for you. You’re growing into such a wonderful young man.”

Emil couldn’t help but smile. He paused his massage to lean his face into his father’s pets.

“Anyway. Go on. So do you know what you like yet? Boys, girls, anything in between…?” 

“I uh…I don’t know yet…” smiled Emil, looking away. The boy found his bravery, though, and he inched his paws lower and lower. The ten-year-old son brought his gentle touch around the pelvic area surrounding father’s towering cock. One wayward paw even began to cup his hefty sack.

“That’s certainly okay. You’ll figure it out in time, Emil. However…it's pretty clear to me that you like boys, though.” smiled Dad.

“I do…” said Emil, his hands now at his father’s shaft.

“You do. And you like your little brother.”

“I do.” Emil repeated. He began stroking his father’s cock, rubbing his erection up and down with a paw, slowly and deliberately.

“Mmmm…there you go. You’re a natural at this, Emil…” he moaned again. “Now tell me exactly what you did with Lime. In detail.”

“I…I played with his, uh, penis…” confessed Emil. “I played with it until…it twitched and twitched…”

“And did he like it?”

“Yeah. I think so…” blushed Emil. “He was so cozy and warm towards me…”

“Such a good boy, always looking out for your little brother’s comfort.” His father smiled as his son continued to stroke him off. “Did you do anything else?”

“Yeah. I uh…I put my cock in his face and I…uh…I—”

“Ohh, you fucked his mouth? Wow. I’m impressed.” smirked his Dad. 

“Yeah…I did…” flustered Emil.

“Mmmf. You’re taking after me, alright…mmmh…” huffed Edmund. “C’mere. Give your dad a kiss.”

Emil crawled forward until he was fully straddling his father’s lap. Eager for paternal comfort, Emil was engulfed by his father’s grasp and he was immediately drawn in for a long, sloppy kiss. Dad’s aching shaft slid between Emil’s buttcheeks, and he felt his father’s firm paws grope at his thighs and chest. His tongue invaded his lips. He was firm in his grasp, just short of being rough. Emil was lost in his father’s love as the two made out. He whined into his father’s mouth when he felt his underage penis press firmly along his father’s abdomen. Two tongues danced in tandem, one naive, one experienced, as an incestuous cock met a little boy’s hole. When the two’s lips finally parted, a messy saliva strand dripped from their maws.

“Heheh…now you know your dad is a pervert, just like you.” 

“O-oh…mmf. I…hff…” stammered Emil, practically out of breath. “That was really good…”

“It was.” smiled Dad, with wicked intent. “Maybe we should escalate things, hmm? Push some boundaries?”

“Escalate? Boundaries?” Emil tilted his head.

“There’s another bottle by the cooler that I brought, along with some cleaning wipes. Let’s get a bit of this sunscreen off my cock, and let’s get something more appropriate for my dearest child. Then I’ll show you how I get down to business.”

“Oh. Oh! Okay...” squeaked Emil. Reluctantly, Emil parted from his father’s embrace…which was punctuated by a gentle spank on his little butt. Emil couldn’t help but bleat, which elicited a chuckle from his father. With a brief reprieve from the affection, Emil sprang toward the cooler, all while his cock was still fully erect. He grabbed a small bottle of lube he neglected to notice earlier, along with a few of those wipes. While he was away from the beach towels, Emil did a quick scan on the horizon to see if anyone was watching them do all of this in public. 

Emil could glimpse a few of the other beachgoers, far, far away; a handful of surfers that were busy catching some of the waves, easily a few hundred paces away. He continued to survey the horizon, and soon he spotted Lime and Mom walking further down the surf, perhaps looking for seashells. They were all quite far, but he could still see their broad shapes. Knowing that, Emil was able to piece together that he could probably be seen by them, in turn. But…they were still so far away. Surely they wouldn’t be able to tell what exactly he and his dad have been getting up to, right?

Emil pushed it out of his mind and ran back to his father with the supplies, and was swift to get snuggled up back against him. Emil pressed his nose against his Dad’s, and gave his father a peck on the lips. “Mwah! Hehe.”

“Oh, eager, are we?” laughed Emil’s dad. “So. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna fuck your gay little butt with my grown-up cock, and we’re gonna play a little game at the same time. I’m gonna keep asking you some more questions— fun ones— and you’re gonna answer every single one. Truthfully. And don’t worry, you’re not going to get in trouble. And if you want to stop, you can. Your Daddy loves you. Okay?”

Emil could feel his little dick twitch in response. He nodded eagerly.

“Get on your knees and turn around.”

Emil obediently did what he was asked, and knelt down onto the beach mat. He presented his perky cream-colored ass up to his father. 

Unable to face him, he nevertheless could feel his heavy presence loom over him. Emil let out a quiet ‘eep’ when he felt his father’s large, erect shaft— now generously lubed— press against his boyish pucker. 

“You’re a cock-hungry little boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Answered Emil, dutifully. “Mmmf—!”

A firm thrust elicited a stifled moan. Emil could feel his anus spread wide as the penis that conceived him slid into him. 

“And you were in love with your dad’s dick as soon as you saw it, weren’t you?”

“Y-yes…mmf!” another thrust into his butt. “It’s so…mmf…big…”

There was a steady rhythm now. Two paws firmly gripped the young boy’s sides as he made love to his own son. The humps gradually increased in pace. He continued to thrust his cock into the little boy’s ass. Gentle slapping sounds could be heard as Emil’s butt smacked  against his parent’s lap. Young, prepubescent moans and squeaks were music to his father’s ears.

“You want to do this again and again with me.” It wasn’t a question.

“I do…I do so badly…ah…mff…” quivered Emil. 

Dad was getting firmer, rougher. Emil rocked on his knees as the adult cock plowed deep into him, with each thrust sending a wave of pleasure rippling across his whole body. He could feel his own cock sway with each motion, which dripped underage seed onto the beach towel. He couldn’t help but drool even. Emil was in absolute bliss, and he wasn’t repressing his moans anymore. 

“And your little brother. You’re attracted to Lime, aren’t you?”

“I love him…so much…ahhhh…!” Emil cried out. This sex was intense, raw, and harder than anything he had ever experienced. His knees shook as his father’s cock invaded him, and his arms shivered as he braced himself as he was pounded.

“Hmf…and you wanna fuck his tiny little toddler butt, just like this.”

That question sent Emil into a metaphorical tailspin that was way too much to process in the middle of all of this! And yet, his heart pounded, his cock twitched, his hole flexed around his dad’s erection…

“I wanna f-fuck…ahh…his butt…” moaned Emil. Saying such a naughty word right in front of his dad felt so weird…so good…

“Say it like you mean it.” 

“I wanna fuck his little butt…!” reaffirmed Emil. It felt liberating to say. It felt so good, he just…!

Driven to climax, Emil shot rope after rope of his cum onto the beach towel, crying out with each thrust into his butt. His rear began to glow with the sensation of warm, sticky love as his father had cum deep into his bottom. Dad had Emil fully hilted, and he held the child firmly as he emptied himself inside the boy. Cum dripped out of Emil’s hole and along his thighs, leaving a small pool of seed beneath the two goats.

A shivering mess, Emil slid off of his father’s cock and collapsed onto the beach towel. That was so much rougher than his teacher, and yet…

“...That felt so…amazing…” murmured the kid.

“I’ve been waiting for that for so long, heh.” said Edmund. He scooped the boy back up from the ground and held him, limp as he was, into a masculine hug.

“I do though…I wanna…fuck Lime…” repeated Emil, still panting. 

Dad gave the boy a long, lustful lick along the boy’s neck, finally unfettered from years of holding out on the cub. “I know you do, handsome.”

Emil squirmed helplessly, still overwhelmed by the afterglow. He felt his dad’s paw cup his sack and penis, which was still very sensitive from his orgasm. “Ahhh…” he moaned. “Can I…Dad…?”

“When we’re doing this, it’s Daddy.” Edmund corrected. “And, to answer your question. Yes. So long as you promise you’re very gentle, and take good care with him, you can enjoy your little brother as much as you want. But be patient with him, he’s still very young.”

Emil nuzzled into his father’s face as a response, and gave him a peck on the lips. “Thank you so much…I will be…”

Dad reciprocated the kiss on the lips with another, and held it for a moment, before parting. “I know you will. You’re the gentlest, sweetest, most loving boy I know. I know you’ll be great with him.” he smiled warmly, though his eyes drifted beyond the cub for the briefest of seconds. “Better get your trunks back on though, Emil. Looks like some of those other surfers are on their way back.” 

“Oh…? OH!” squeaked Emil, as he jumped up and spun around to look. They were indeed on their way back, far quicker than he thought they’d be. Emil scrambled and grabbed his swim trunks and dug his feet in them haphazardly, a foot briefly getting stuck in one pant leg as he hopped around the other. Eventually, the shorts were snug around his once-exposed package, hiding (most of) the evidence of their indecent revels. In the brief window that Emil’s attention was elsewhere, his father, too, was back in his swimsuit. How did he get back into it so quickly?

“Damn, it’s so deserted here!” said one of the surfers: a lithe dog with a green board. He was running across the beach as he looked back to a fellow of his; an otter with a black board and a diagonal white stripe adorning it. “We gotta come back here more often, man, there aren’t any lame tourists to get in the way here. Uh, no offense intended.” said the otter, turning his attention toward Edmund.

“No offense taken.” said Dad, matter of factly. “Catch any good waves?” 

“Some! Not many. Cute kid you got!” chirped the dog.

Emil managed a sheepish wave and a smile to the stranger. “Thanks!” He could feel a bit of his dad’s cum trickle down the back of his knee. 

“Let’s get out of here, I know a good burger place nearby called Out-N-In.” said a third skunk surfer, who was catching up to the other two. “Enjoy the rays, fam!” said the skunk to the father/son pair, and the group of surfers were rapidly out of the picture.

“Phew…” relaxed Emil. “That was close.”

"Naaah.” said Dad. “You gotta relax, son. You’re as stiff as one of their boards. I used to do stuff like this all the time.”

“What, to other cubs?” Emil asked curiously.

“Hush, you.” said Edmund, finally standing back up. “Let’s go find the rest of our family, yeah?”

“Yeah. Love you, Dad.” smiled Emil. “Happy birthday.”

“Love you too, Emil.” The two shared a loving, warm, hug, and Emil nuzzled his snout into his father’s stomach. Dad pressed the snug bulge of his speedo up against Emil during the embrace, sharing one last little parting deviance as they enjoyed a genuine moment of familial affection together.

As the two began their own walk across the beach, Emil held his father’s paw. He had never been happier before, he was certain of it. He was certainly changing as a boy, discovering even newer ways of exploring the affection he had for his loved ones. All he knew was he wanted more. More romance, more kissing, more intimacy…all of it. 

Was this what it felt like to be someone’s boyfriend? Emil’s heart was filled with warmth as he held his dad’s fingers on their quiet little walk. It was a renewed feeling of trust, safety, belonging, and purest acceptance. It was the same feeling he felt for his little brother, too. Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to feel something new toward his family…