Branches crash against the window with the strong gusts of wind, snow piling high outside on the dead winter planes. The heater barely maintains a low flame in the fireplace, the occasional pellet of frozen water melting down the flue. Everette stirs on the couch at the sound of another tree pelting the glass upstairs. He bears the signs of confusion as he pulls the blanket around him, draped like a cape as the boy scoot’s off the sofa. Drawing the curtains apart the sun’s blinding reflection from the pure snow causes him to recoil and wipe his azure eyes. Bundling the blanket in closer, the fox shuffles along the kitchen floor and starts heading upstairs. Everette raps his knuckles against the wooden door then lets himself into the room. “Dad, wake up.” He prods his father in the chest a few times.
The feline doesn’t open his eyes but manages to swat the paw away just as easily. “Evan, honey please go back to bed,” Oliver replies.
Walking around to the other side the cub pokes his other father on the nose. “Daddy wake up,” Everette’s voice is laden with a certain innocence. “It’s midday,” he says.
“Shit,” Winston curses, kicking his way out from under the doona. “I’ve gotta get to the shop.” He places a kiss on his son’s forehead and runs around to the other side of the bed. “Love you Ollie,” he says, receiving a peck on the cheek before he sprints downstairs.
“My bed,” Everette chuckles as he climbs into Winston’s spot, abandoning his own blanket and crawling over to his father’s side. As he hears the footsteps stomping back up towards the room the boy pulls the blanket up to his face, masking his grin.
Winston reappears in the doorway with a scowl on his black face. “I thought I was going to be late,” he grumbles and starts to undress, throwing his pyjamas at the mischievous cub. “Ollie discipline your kid.”
With a groan and shift beneath the sheets, the grey feline rolls over and grasps his glasses from above and sets them on his nose. “Stop bullying dad,” Oliver mumbles. His eyes creak open, adjusting to the light filtering in through the window. “You come back here.” He directs a paw at his partner and signals him back to his side, grabbing a handful of the man’s firm bare behind. “Kiss and make up.”
Everette leans across his father’s side and puckers his lips expectantly, met with a small peck on the lips and a pat on the head. “I’ll be home later.” Winston pulls out a pair of pink panties from his draw and pulls them on. The rear sits right along his crack but the front keeps his cock and balls snug to his crotch with a noticeable bulge. He treks to the cupboard and throws on a pair of jeans and a singlet before he adds another two layers of t-shirts and a jacket. “I might bring home dinner if you’re lucky,” he says, pulling the door shut behind him. Winston shakes his head, glancing at the clock showing five past seven in the morning. The front door flings back with another gust of frigid wind as he opens it, pressing the screen door forward carefully to keep the snow at bay. He hacks his way through the snow with the shovel, piling it higher beside the walkway to the car and the melted sludge around it.
Springing out of bed and waving from the second story window, Everette bids his father farewell with a goofy smirk as he reverses out of the driveway. “Daddy’s gone,” he sings. Diving back under the covers and sliding his paws over the grey striped tail, Everette nestles close to his father’s back. Oliver lets out a quaint snore, his face smushed into the soft pillow complete with a small puddle of drool. The cub’s excitement fades and he rolls over to idly play with his pitched tent and admire the ceiling. “Dad.” Everette prods him quite firmly in the spine, sending a shock through the man’s body. “Can I stay home?” he asks coyly.
“Hm?” Oliver stirs and sits up, wiping his eyes dry and looking outside. “What’s the time?” he asks, feeling around for his phone clumsily on the bedside table.
“Eight, maybe,” Everette answers and slumps over the side of the bed, crawling into the cocoon of his own blanket on the floor.
Oliver directs him out the door as he too slides out from beneath the sheets. “Get dressed, come on.” He gently pets his son’s head as he passes by, standing in front of the window. The yard is covered in snow piled a few feet high, days of constant snowfall and freezing temperatures keeping it from melting. “You dressed yet?” Oliver walks from his room and swings open Everette’s door, the cub pulling on a second layer of socks while remaining otherwise naked. “Don’t think missing the bus is going to cut it, I’ll drive you myself,” he groans and rolls his wrist, hoping to speed up the process.
Poking his tongue out and then jumping onto his bed and spreading his cheeks, Everette moons his father and wags his tail invitingly. “You sure I have to go to school?”
“Evan.” Oliver approaches and grabs two paws full of the cub’s rear, burying his muzzle into the cheeks and giving it a thorough lick. Pulling away he explains, “If you never go to school they’re gonna say we’re unfit to have you.”
With a mischievous smile across his face Everette flops across the mattress and continues to shake his tail. “Can we do it really quick?” the fox asks, rolling onto his back.
“No, I’m not going…” Oliver starts trailing off as the cub hoists his legs into the air, his small cock aimed at the roof. He looks around befuddled and lets out a small grumble, pulling down the front of his pyjama pants and stroking himself until fully erect. “Real quick,” he replies as he aligns himself with the cub’s already semi-lubricated hole.
Everette smirks and allows himself to be pulled to the edge of the bed, a grunt escaping as he feels the head of his father’s cock pop inside. The boy starts to moan louder as the older man continues pushing against his rear, filling up malleable end with a string of satisfied groans. Getting the full length in and grinding his balls right against the pink ring, Oliver grips the cub’s length and begins tugging the foreskin up and down. He leans down and starts to aggressively kiss his son’s open maw, exchanging saliva and degenerate moans of lust. “I’m gonna!” Everette cries moments before he seizes up, weakly raising his hips as semen dribbles from the end of his cock and catches under the skin.
Oliver thrusts his hips a few more times against the constricting hole, throbbing out a few ropes of cum to coat the fox’s insides. He glances at the clock now sitting at ten minutes past eight and carefully pulls out, replacing his cock with his muzzle and cleaning up the mess that would otherwise form in his underpants. “Get dressed,” he instructs, face appearing from between the cub’s thighs.
“I gotta shower though,” Everette replies, his tongue pokes from between his soft lips in a test of patience.
“It’s about to be golden if you don’t get your ass dressed Evan,” Oliver warns, pulling up his pants and tapping his foot.
Grumbling and rolling off the end of the bed, Everette pulls a pair of underwear over his still wet cock before fumbling around with yanking his trousers over the two thick pairs of socks. “Ta-dah,” the boy announces, unveiling a new t-shirt emblazoned with the words ‘Foxes do it better’.
“Sweetie,” Oliver starts before he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in surrender.
“Winston bought it for me!” Everette explains, throwing on a hoodie and pulling the hood over his blonde hair. He reaches up to fiddle with the top before his arms are brought down, Oliver standing nose to nose with the boy and fixing his ears through the tiny slots. “Do I have to go?” he asks.
“Yes,” Oliver answers and pecks him on the cheek, petting his behind and encouraging him out of the bedroom. “I’ve got errands to run, work to do, and who knows when I’ll get a chance to clean your bathroom.” Everette trots downstairs and slides on his leather shoes, hauling the door open before heading out to the side of the road shivering his ass off as he waits for the bus making its way down the street. Free from his son’s attempts to persuade him to endorse another day off, Oliver launches himself onto the couch. It doesn’t take long to settle down splayed out on the cushions, almost immediately falling back to sleep.
The vibration along his thigh is barely noticeable the first time his phone rings. It becomes more intense the second time, and unable to be ignored on the third bout of calls. Oliver rolls over and pulls his mobile out, the time on it displays 11:38 and the ID shows school. “Hello?”
“Good morning Mr. Katzov. Busy, are we?” the voice is a shrill cry of the avian administrator.
“Is Everette okay?”
“We sent out a message at eleven announcing that due to the weather school would be cancelled, and parents should come pick their children up. Everette is one of the few remaining,” she explains. “I attempted to reach the other emergency contact on file but was told, and I quote, ‘Everette is Ollie’s department so bleeping call him. I’m at work.’”
“Not a real quote if you censor it,” Oliver chuckles.
“They were his exact words, I assume he thought it better than to swear at someone only trying to help,” she continues.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be right over,” Oliver replies. “Do you know if school will be in session tomorrow?” he asks.
“That depends on the weather sir, there will be a message sent out prior to the start of the day. I’ll tell your son that you’ll be here shortly,” she replies, ending the call.
Brushing his ragged fur from beneath his spectacles, Oliver creaks off the sofa and stretches. The man grumbles before he heads back upstairs, dressing in multiple heavy layers to shield his lithe frame from the freezing wind. The school is barely ten minutes away by car in good weather, but in the snowy conditions it takes fifteen to pull up at the gate. Covered in snow from the short trip out to the car, Everette jumps into the passenger side and hurls his jacket into the back. The heater is blaring, causing a shudder from the shock to his system. As Oliver pulls onto the road he continues straight rather than turn around, and a silent journey towards the grocery store ensues.
With a scribbled list of items in hand he yanks a cart free from its row and pushes inside where Everette is waiting. First is the fruit and vegetables, Everette picks out the biggest and ripest bananas and applies, laying them out inappropriately in the cart before his father throws on a head of lettuce and cucumbers. The cub takes a pepperoni and unwraps the end of the package, casually eating while he follows close to the limp grey tail. Unloading the cart onto the conveyor belt Oliver glances at his son who had hidden a bottle of lubricant among the groceries. “Give me the pep.” Oliver reaches out and the cub takes another bite before passing it to him to have scanned, immediately plucking it out of the bag. “I’m gonna…” he grumbles once they have paid and left the store.
“What?” Everette replies, unable to hear over the roaring wind.
They pack the groceries in the trunk before getting into the blue sedan. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” Oliver sighs. He turns on the radio, a classic rock station playing a mixture of mainstream and underground hits. What would usually be a twenty-minute trip takes forty with the combination of icy roads and backed up traffic from trucks clearing the snow.
Everette has his nose buried in his handheld console, mashing the end-turn button impatiently as the game cycles through enemy commands. The party is made up of three custom characters designed after his family, and three additional characters. Once they turn down the final street toward home he folds his console up and tosses it in the black and red bag at his feet. “I’ll get the door,” Everette says, stepping out of the car and running for the door. He feels along the screen door and pops the spare key loose, unlocking the entrance. Oliver carefully exits the vehicle and walks to the trunk, hauling all eight bags of groceries in a single trip and kicking the wooden door shut behind. Already collapsed on the couch and flinging his shoes off to scatter on the carpet Everette remarks, “I got my day off.”
Craning over the edge of the lounge and pecking the cub’s forehead Oliver replies, “You can put the shopping away.” The man backs away and hangs his coat beside the front door. He deftly proceeds upstairs, shedding to a natural state in the bathroom. Twisting the knobs on the bathtub and pressing a switch beside the mirror, the jets activate and bubble the water. Up another three slate steps Oliver dips his toes into the steaming tub, grey fur turns frizzy from the moisture before it flattens when he sinks into the water. One stream massages just above his tail, while another servicing further along his spine. He tilts from side to side, spreading the upper jet over the back of his shoulders in overwhelming bliss. One arm sits on the outside of the tub, enjoying the contrast of hot and cold. Outside of the steamy window snow continues to dust everything, the wind carrying it almost horizontally against the trees and house.
Finished stacking the groceries inside the cupboard and fridge Everette walks upstairs, pre-emptively unzipping his pants before he steps into the bathroom. His fur comically springs up from the excess moisture when he’s hit with a burst of steam and a frantic splash. “I have to pee,” he explains as his father glowers over the edge. The cub doesn’t care about being decent, always allowing his trousers and underwear to hit the floor when he does his business. Evan sets one paw on his hip and aims his stream into the water with the other. He abandons his pants and washes his paws in the sink before he climbs the steps, standing proudly over his father. “How come I never get to have the jets?”
“You hate baths,” Oliver replies and slinks further into the water, his mouth just below the surface.
Everette tentatively prods the water with his toes and flinches. “Because the water’s always too hot.”
Oliver continues under until he is fully submerged, the soothing heat running over his head with the help of a jet. He pops back up, the entirety of his facial fur slicked down adding to the disgruntled expression. “Please just get in the tub sweetheart,” he replies.
A nod and dip of his whole foot later, Everette plops down on the seat opposite his father. Rather than indulge in a relaxing massage, the boy hikes his tail over the edge and enjoys the constant water pressure against his ass. His lips warped into a goofy smile the sharp teeth poking out through the corners. “This is nice,” Everette remarks.
Oliver raises his feet from their jets on the floor jets and prods his son’s white stomach, turning them onto their side and resting them against the cub’s thighs. “It is.” He skims a toe on his right foot along the saturated fur on the boy’s waist, kneading the slightly pudgy belly.
Casually slipping his hand beneath the water Everette pulls his father’s foot into a compromising position against his semi-erect prick. His length twitches as the paw begins to caress the side, gliding over the wet tip where two toes pinch the foreskin and peel it down. Oliver moves his left foot under the cub’s sack, cradling it against the pads and massaging the orbs hidden inside. He separates his toes and grasps the foreskin on both sides, stroking it towards the tip of Everette’s cock before pulling it taut. Everette’s green eyes widen from the attention and he arcs his back forward, moaning as he begins to hump against the paw. “Dad,” he huffs. His dirty blonde eyebrows draw together, focused intently on keeping his cock sliding between the toes. Everette grabs his father’s foot forcefully, eagerly thrusting into the gap and penetrating the surface of the water. His gaze shifts to the circumcised adult cock jutting from his father’s pelvis and he begins to whimper, torn between pleasuring himself and appreciating all the man has done for him.
Oliver extend his arm around his son’s back and rubs the pink hole. “Good boy,” he commends. Overwhelmed from the attention to both points Everette hastens his thrusts and adds his cum to the bubbling water, squirming from the finger trying to invade his rear.  The orange fox grins as he lurches forward and eagerly wraps both paws around his father’s shaft. Not a moment later the water jets sputter off, dead with the rest of the power as the bathroom is immersed in darkness. Everette springs back as his father’s hands splash out of the tub sending water everywhere.
“Dammit,” Oliver snaps and lazes his head back, shaking it in disbelief. He fumbles for his glasses in the dark bathroom, unable to see anything aside from the vague orange outline of Everette’s face. The snow is piled high on the window blocking what little sunlight could otherwise light the room.
Everette climbs out of the side of the bath, carefully making his way down the wet steps. “I’ll get the flashlight.”
“Don’t go wasting batteries sweetie, who knows how long this’ll last.” Oliver waves in the general direction behind his head, turning around and squinting. “There’s some matches and candles in the drawers just there get them.” Oliver starts to stand until he is stopped by a firm touch on his chest, pushing him back into the water.
“Sit down dad,” Everette replies. He lights a half-dozen candles and places them around the sink and on the top edge of the shower, illuminating the bathroom in a faint light.
“Evan?”
“Mhm,” Everette responds and climbs back into the bath, keeping one paw against his father’s body as he sinks under the water. He strokes the semi-stiff cock until it can sustain itself, protruding through the surface, the throb of blood derived from perving on the boy’s small frame. Everette guides the dick into his pursed lips, bobbing up and down slowly until it is poking the back of his throat where he holds it and slathers his tongue over the shaft. Butterflies start to tickle his insides as he pulls away and places both paws on his father’s erect cock. The dim lighting and moment of panic he had witnessed ignite a deeper sense of affection inside Everette for his father. He begins to passionately kiss the man, but his stint in his father’s mouth is temporary as Oliver reverses it back into Everette’s maw.
Having had his cock continuously stroked throughout the kiss, Oliver pries his son’s muzzle away. Gliding his right paw from the back of the cub’s blonde hair and down to Everette’s tight ass jutting out of the water, Oliver pokes one finger into the hole and drives it into the knuckle. “Nice and easy,” he says.
“Because you’re always making me-” He flinches and humps away as a second finger is inserted. “Dad!” Saliva and collected precum begin overflowing from the cub’s muzzle from the intense kiss, knees buckling until their cocks are touching at the tip.
Standing up and driving his fingers in and out of the hole, Oliver carefully rounds his son. “Bend over,” he instructs.
Everette plants his knees on the seat and positions himself over the edge of the tub, ass raised high and the his still erect dick poking the side. Oliver hoists the soggy orange tail up to his chest as leverage and inserts the head of his pink cock where his fingers were seconds prior. The tail lops to the side with a splash as he grasps Everette’s wide hips and thrusts balls deep in a single motion. Bumping and grinding their enmeshed privates together, father and son moan in sinful bliss. Oliver draws his hips back and removes his cock, only to reinsert the head and repeat the penetration of the elastic ring multiple times, teasing himself and the cub desperate for affection. He dips his cock into the lukewarm water to serve as a makeshift lubricant, and gives his length a rub before driving it to the base.
Tired of the teasing, Everette clenches his hole and thrusts hard against his father’s pelvis. Treating it less like a two-way street and more like a dildo to fuck himself, Everette dribbles out another small load of semen in the bath and collapses. With his face planted on the cool bathroom floor, he sighs contently and wags his tail a signal that he can still go. Oliver climbs onto his son’s back, planting his feet next to the cub’s and proceeds to pound away at his own rhythm once more. His grip on the boy’s waist doesn’t let up despite the position, using them to keep Everette’s hips in time.
Moans that border on a low hiss seep out of the feline’s mouth, bringing his teeth around the orange outer ear and gnawing the flesh. Oliver thrusts deep and yanks his son’s ass back out of rhythm, embedding himself as deep as he can physically push. Rope after rope of cum blasts against Everette’s inner ring, dumping even more fluid inside the thoroughly lubricated fox. Oliver’s hips shake as the orgasm begins to sputter off and he slowly removes his semen coated cock, trails of it connected to his cock and dripping down Everette’s taint. Satisfied completely he washes his shaft in the messy water while the cub slinks down the stairs leading to the bathtub and sleepily assumes a foetal position on the floor. Oliver pulls the plug and multiple globs of semen, the evidence of another session of their incestuous passion, is washed away.