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And by the way, if you buy it, a rating and/or review would be very much appreciated!\n\n\nThe full novella cover of our main character, both a briefs version and a nude version, can be found [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1751686]here[/url], by @Saucy\n(Full URL: https://inkbunny.net/s/1751686)\n\nPlease inform me of any formatting errors in this document so I can fix them. Inkbunny is a challenge to upload literature to lol.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is a teaser for a published novella available over Amazon Kindle (but can be purchased and read on a computer or any device with the appropriate software.) This is part one of three. It contains a bit of sexual stuff, but the real bulk of the erotic content is held in parts two and three. Please support me by purchasing a copy for Amazon's minimal story price of $2.99! You can find it here. 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Understanding Ana (straight): https://inkbunny.net/s/1550569
Understanding Ana (straight, omorashi): https://inkbunny.net/s/1550545

With the obvious exception, the above links are to an IB address, that way the first chapters of each can be read, to decide if you're interested in supporting me and reading the rest of the content! And by the way, if you buy it, a rating and/or review would be very much appreciated!


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Little experience with people, less experience with kids, and no experience taking care[/i] [i]of kids.[/i]\n\n[i]\tTotally not a big deal.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]He stared at himself for a few more moments. He was still in his underwear—a snug pair of gray boxer-briefs, shorted than average and showing his bulge with bold accentuation. His eyes ran up his legs, taking in the sight of brown, black, white, and gold fur, extending in symmetrical strips over the entirety of his body. Most of it was earthy: mahogany hues bordering into shimmering sun-like rays; but there were small lines of white and black intersecting the natural palette, and solid white bushy fur that extended from his chest down to the center of his torso, not stopping until reaching his testicles. \n\n\tTechnically, white fur extended past them, down onto his inner thighs, but he did his best to ignore that. It was a fur-trait typical of females, and it embarrassed him immensely whenever somebody saw it—or god forbid [i]commented[/i] on it.\n\n\t[i]Not that anybody will be seeing that today. [/i]He thought, looking away from his flabby but scrawny body. He turned away from the mirror and grabbed the black jeans off his bed. He slipped his skinny legs into them and pulled them tight over his bulge and his small ass. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror, looking first at the bit of bulge pushing out against his jeans, and then at his ass.\n\n\t[i]Small, but... plump at the same time. At least for a guy....[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]He sighed again and flattened out his shirt one last time.\n\n\t[i]It's not too shiny is it…?[/i]\n\n\n\n[i]*[/i]\n\n\n\n[i]\t[/i]When Kerry arrived at Mrs. Carrington's house, he took a deep breath and rasped on the door. He heard voices from inside, but understood little of what was said. He turned to look at the setting sun and waited for the door open.\n\n\t[i]It's okay. There's nothing to worry about. She said it would be easy.... Mrs. Carrington wouldn't lie about that. It wouldn't exactly benefit her, would it? If the kid was a monster, then wouldn't she want an experienced sitter?[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]The door opened. Mrs. Carrington looked back at him and smiled. She seemed pleased to see him, but a bit flustered as well. Maybe it was the slight redness to her cheeks, or possibly the very slight way her chest moved when she breathed, as if she were nearly out of breath.\n\n\t[i]Probably in a rush, [/i]he thought, amused. [i]That's a single mom for you, I guess.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]She gave him a quick hug and ushered him inside.\n\n\t“Hey, honey, come on in.”\n\n\t“Mom!” A whiny, somewhat urgent voice called from upstairs.\n\n\t“Honey, hold on a minute, I'm coming!” She yelled back, calm, but her voice sounding as if it were on the cusp of frustration. She turned back toward Kerry. “Give me a just a sec, hon, I'll be right back. Feel free to take a seat.”\n\n\tJust as soon as she’d appeared, Mrs. Carrington rushed off. Kerry stood there for several moments before nervously glancing over at the living room couch, which extended around half the perimeter of the room by use of a corner piece. Sitting on the couch was a boy—or a young man—whom he’d never met before.\n\n\t[i]He kinda looks like Mrs. Carrington, actually. Long, narrow, restless tail. Black and white fur, mostly black. He even has the asymmetrical bit that crawls up the side of his face....[/i]\n\n[i]\t...Are they related? Could he be another one of her sons?[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry nervously approached the couch, picking an end politely far away from the man, or the boy, or whatever he was. The mystery cat was perched toward the edge of their side of the couch, nearly on the corner piece, his legs criss-crossed, his back leaned in a loose, messy way, his crotch sticking up with alarming flagrancy, like he didn’t care who saw his bulge—possibly wanting[i] [/i]people to see.\n\n\tKerry sat with his legs close and his arms rested on his thighs. He tried to stare ahead, but he couldn't resist taking occasional glances at the feminine looking feline. He was wearing basketball shorts, and despite already seeming a size too small, they were pulled up from his position, almost to the hips. And worse than that was his bulge, which the snug shorts covered little of.\n\n\t[i]Who is this kid...? He's gotta be at least 18. But if he's 18, then why am I here? I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s his brother…. Maybe he has plans or something? There’s no way I’m watching him too.[/i]\n\n[i]\t...Not that I would completely mind.[/i]\n\n\tThe thought of babysitting another boy, this one probably only a handful of years younger than himself, was nerve-racking, but Kerry had to admit the feline was... pleasant to look at. His clothes were cute, black like his own, but snug and revealing, like they were made for a younger cat. He had a twinkling blue ear ring, too. Small, but the light caught it easily.\n\n\t[i]Is it real...? [/i]Kerry thought, watching it glimmer faintly. [i]That might be a real sapphire….[/i]\n\n\tThe boy suddenly looked up from his phone and over. His stunning eyes – one a luminescent shade of gold, the other a deep, oceanic shade of blue — met Kerry’s, which were an unimpressive shade of pale yellow.[i] [/i]Kerry instinctively looked away. He could tell the boy was staring at him now, but thankfully he returned to his phone within a few moments.\n\n\tMercifully, Mrs. Carrington came down the steps. She called Kerry into the kitchen and spoke while she covered a plate of food with plastic wrap.\n\n\t“Okay, so, dinner is in the fridge. Noah likes to eat around 6:30. Just take off the wrap and pop it in the microwave for two and a half minutes, stir the potatoes and broccoli, and then put it in for another two minutes. It should be ready then. I usually don't give him soda unless he earns it, so it's probably better to just give him water, and maybe half a cup of juice if he asks. He likes juice with dinner sometimes, but he knows to ask. He really is a little angel, so I doubt you'll have any issues, but if you do, there is a number on the whiteboard you can call—it's right by the wall phone. Oh, and if he starts to cry he can call me if he absolutely has to, but....” She put the food in the fridge and smiled at me. “Noah's a wonderful little boy, but he's a bit... sensitive. Try to keep him from calling me if you can? I want him to try and tough it out—it'll be his first night without mom.”\n\n\t“Sure, sure. That sounds easy enough,” Kerry said, his nerves eased a bit.\n\n\t[i]A nervous kid I can deal with. I can even relate.... As long as he isn't screeching and trying to set the house on fire I'll be fine.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]“If he starts to cry for any reason,” she went on, “just tell him everything will be okay and momma will be back. Maybe give him a hug, too, hugs tend to calm him down. And if it's really bad, try giving him a piece of chocolate. Only one piece, though, or else he'll get a tummy ache. I would suggest a wafer, he really likes wafers. And of course if things are [i]really[/i] bad just give me a call and I'll talk to him.”\n\n\t“Sure. Chocolate covered wafers. I don't blame him. I like them myself.”\n\n[i]\t[/i]Mrs. Carrington went on like this for several more minutes, all the while inspecting her purse and pointing out the whiteboard for the millionth time. 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Sorry to deceive you like that, I should have said something, but honestly, he won't be a problem.”\n\n\t“It's... fine.” Kerry said, a touch shocked. “I mean, as long as he isn't making any trouble.”\n\n\t“He won't! Like I said, he's a nice boy, and you'll probably barely even see him.”\n\n\tShortly after this, Mrs. Carrington left the kitchen and called down Noah to say goodbye.\n\n\tThe twelve year old came sulking down the stairs, a look of true misery on his face.\n\n\t“Aww, honey….” She pulled him into his arms. “I’m gonna be back soon, alright? I’ll be back to tell you all about my night as soon as you wake up, okay?”\n\n\t“I don’t want you to go….” He whined, sounding more like he was eight. \n\n\t“Hon, I gotta go, okay? I’ll be back soon. It won’t be long. It’s only one night. You’ll be strong for mommy, won’t you?”\n\n\t“No...”\n\n\tThis embarrassing display went on a bit longer, until finally Mrs. Carrington pulled herself away. 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The kid’s the living embodiment of a 'good boy.'[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]That was until he woke up about half an hour before midnight. \n\n\tKerry was in the living room listening to lectures of [i]Slavoj Žižek[/i] bitching about global capitalism or something when Noah came trudging down the stairs, the fur below his eyes wet with tears.\n\n\tHe looked at Kerry, his bottom lip quivering.\n\n\t“Oh, hey.” Kerry rose and approached him. He had a large stuffed animal under one arm and a pillow under the other. Kerry paused when he smelled something stale in the air. He made an inquisitive face at him, causing Noah to break down into tears.\n\n\t“Noah, did you....” His voice trailed off. He wasn't sure how to put it into words. [i]Did you have an accident? Did you wet the bed? Did you not make it? [/i]\n\n[i]\tHow do you ask a question like that to a 12 year old boy?[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]He seemed to know what Kerry meant, though, because he nodded back and looked down at the carpet, ashamed. \n\n\tKerry led him back upstairs, told him it was okay and that he wasn't mad, and then had him show Kerry where his clothes were. Kerry got him a new set a pajamas and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.\n\n\t“Just wash off your legs, okay? All you gotta do is turn on the shower and let it wash over your feet for a bit. Wherever you got pee on you. Then dry off and get dressed. Can you handle that?”\n\n\tHe seemed rather disturbed by the prospect of doing this alone, but ultimately agreed to it. At some point in the diatribe, his brother Kasey had gone to the toilet, so when the toilet flushed, Kerry handed Noah the clothes and led him to the bathroom, sticking with him as long as he could so the boy didn't feel too alone.\n\n\t[i]This has got to be so embarrassing for him....[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]When the bathroom door opened, Kasey Carrington's skinny feline frame appeared. His eyelids were low, just like they’d been when he was on the couch early that evening, and his shirt was as black as the short, soft fur that covered his body—but what really caught Kerry’s eyes was the pair of black briefs clinging firmly to his groin. They came down the sides of his hips maybe two inches at the most, and toward the front they seemed to cup his bulge, making it nearly jut out forward.\n\n\tKasey looked at Kerry, his heterochromiatic eyes glimmering in the dark; then he looked down at his brother. Noah didn't seemed bothered by the sight of his brief-ridden brother.\n\n\t[i]Does he always wear... briefs?[/i]\n\n[i]\tNoah is twelve and he wears boxer-briefs I'm pretty sure, so it can't be the mom....[/i]\n\n[i]\tDid he pick them out himself?[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry tore his eyes away from Kasey’s bulge, but when he looked up, he found Kasey looking at him, his expression belaying not a hint of his emotions.\n\n\t“Did you have an accident?” He asked, looking down at Noah.\n\n\tNoah nodded, his tail curling between his legs with shame.\n\n\tKasey's tail flicked a bit in response. “You know you're getting to old for that. Go clean up.”\n\n\tNoah obeyed and entered the bathroom.\n\n\tWhen the door shut, Kasey looked up at Kerry. “It happens sometimes,” he said, his voice soft and dull, but confident and as smooth as velvet. “He has a mattress cover, but you're going to need sheets.” Noah turned away from him and walked to the edge of the hallway.\n\n\tKerry watched his hips sway back and forth the way a female's might, but it seemed like an accidental sway, something natural and subtle—not forced. The white tip of his black tail bobbed against the grain of his hips, accenting the style of his walk. His eyes were glued to Kasey’s behind, and they watched with rapture as his butt jiggled in his tight, stretchy-looking briefs. It wasn't a big butt, but it was plump—similar to his own.\n\n\tWhen Kasey reached the hall closet, he opened it up and stretched to reach the top, causing his shirt to rise, showing the waistband of his briefs and the base of his tail. When he pulled it down, something fell to the ground—some kind of fabric, maybe a throw or small blanket.\n\n\t“Clumsy....” He mumbled, just loud enough so that Kerry heard. He knelt down to pick it up, positioning himself almost deliberately—possibly deliberately—so that his ass would be aimed square in Kerry’s direction. His tail swiped to the side, giving Kerry a full view of his ass as the briefs tightened against his butt-cheeks.\n\n\t[i]Oh... my... God.... [/i]Kerry thought in awe, and at this point throbbing. \n\n[i]\tI'm technically 'babysitting' him too.... I can't... I can't be feeling this.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kasey walked back over to him, clutching a sheet in his hand. “Why do you look so shocked? Does the sight of a sheet turn you into a ghost?”\n\n\tHe suddenly snapped back into reality. Up until Kasey had said that, he'd been in a sort of lucid dream. So shocked and nervous everything had seemed foreign, but warm, as though it were a shifting part of his own consciousness. But he was back now, looking at the charming, half-naked, brief-clad male before him, his potty-related duties springing to mind.\n\n\t“Um... y-yeah.” He mumbled. He turned away from him, but thought for a moment that he saw the faintest smile appear on Kasey’s lips.\n\n\t[i]He's messing with me.[/i]\n\n[i]\tHe's knows....[/i]\n\n[i]\tHe knows that I'm... really bashful. A-And that… that I'm really turned on.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry went into Noah's room and tore the sodden sheets and comforter off the bed. \n\n\t“Just lay a towel down.” Kasey said. “That's what we normally do when he wet's his bed.”\n\n\tKerry swallowed and looked back. “Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. I think my mom did the same when I was really little.”\n\n\t“There's a towel under his bed. Right at the edge, like, at the foot of it.”\n\n\t“Oh, there is?”\n\n\t“Yeah,” he pointed to where he'd described, the foot of the bed on Kerry’s side. “They keep it there for his accidents. It's right there, just reach under.”\n\n\t“Oh, thanks.” Kerry kneeled down and reached under the bed. He sifted around for the towel but only felt carpet. “Hmm,” he murmured. “I don't feel it.”\n\n\tKasey didn't respond, so he felt around a bit more. After awhile, Kerry decided it wasn't there and moved to turn around. “Yeah, I don't think it's-”\n\n\tHis voice came to a sudden stop. One inch from his face was Kasey Carrington—specifically his jutting bulge, held tightly in the stretchy underwear, nearly glistening in the faint light of the hallway. He was so close that Kerry’s nose almost poked his dick, and when Kerry inhaled, he took in the scent of something pleasant and male. Something that smelled like pure, condensed sex.\n\n\tHe paused, staring mystified at Kasey’s bulge. He looked up at him, his mouth open in shock. When Kasey saw this, he took it as an invitation and moved his pelvis forward. The spandex like briefs pressed against Kerry’s lips. When he exhaled, he felt the already warm fabric heat up against his hot breath.\n\n\tKerry’s lips closed half-way, sliding against the feline’s hard cock. Kasey eyeballed him and Kerry looked down at his dick, too shocked too move, too aroused to fight it off. Kasey’s fingers slipped under the waistband of the briefs and he slid them down. He pulled back a centimeter and wiped out his dick, keeping his balls hidden away in the spandex.\n\n\tKerry inhaled again, his dick hardening from the smell. [i]It's so strong now.... It's like he jizzed in his underwear and wore them until they dried.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kasey pushed forward and the tip of his dick slid between Kerry’s lips. He was too shocked to respond at first, but a few moments later, his tongue reacted, as if it had a mind of it's own. It pressed against the tip of Kasey’s cock and Kerry’s lips pressed down around it. \n\n\t[i]Salty, [/i]he thought for a split second, before feeling the slight bit of stickiness at the tip.\n\n\tThe bathroom door opened.\n\n\tKasey pulled back and shoved his cock back in his briefs, pulling them up tight against his crotch a moment later. Kerry followed his cue and jumped up to his feet, flustered. They were positioned away from Noah's door, so he couldn't see them from the bathroom, but it was a short walk.\n\n\t“You'll find a towel in his closet,” Kasey added smoothly, like he'd not shoved the tip of his dick in Kerry’s mouth just a few seconds prior. The only signs that anything had happened were his bulge, which it was too dark to see, and his now curling and flipping and flicking tail, which seemed only a bit more active than usual. “Right at the top.”\n\n\tKerry’s heart was pounding and he could feel the heat coming off his cheeks. “Th-Thanks....” He mumbled, too flustered to sound convincing. Fortunately, Noah seemed too concerned with his own exhaustion and embarrassment to notice.\n\n\t[i]He has literally no idea what just went on in here....[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry flipped around and made his bed. Kasey disappeared shortly after. He went to his room and Kerry didn't hear a peep from him for the rest of the night. Noah went back to bed shortly after, seeming to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Mrs. Carrington arrived back around 2am from her date. She thanked Kerry and sent him home.\n\n\tKerry spent that night thinking about Kasey Carrington. About his strange personality and that glazed-over, tired expression, that perpetual confidence which seemed to conflict with every aspect of his demeanor. His swaying hips and the taste and feel of his cock in his mouth. Those narrow legs and small belly, that sapphire which seemed to shimmer whenever light caught it, even when it was almost completely dark, and then his short, cute frame, and those eyes—those glimmering, two-colored eyes….\n\n\t[i]I definitely need to babysit Noah again.[/i]\n\n\n\n**\n\n\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry adjusted the collar of his shirt. He swallowed nervously and examined himself again. \n\n\t[i]Nothing’s going to happen. The first time was… a fluke. He wouldn’t pull something like that again.[/i]\n\n[i]\t...Right?[/i]\n\n[i]\tIf he was bold enough to slip his cock in my mouth when I wasn’t paying attention, that kid is capable of anything….[/i]\n\n[i]\tThen again, he isn’t really a kid, is he? He’s only a few years younger than I am. Though, still technically a teen….[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]It was the same train of thought Kerry had gone over a million times before. It always went the same way, from doubt, to confusion, to belief—and interspersed throughout was a constantly oscillating sense of anxiety, and strangely enough, hope[i].[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]Kerry splashed a bit of cologne on his neck.\n\n\t[i]He really is a cute one, though, isn’t he? That plump little ass and those eyes.[/i]\n\n[i]\t...He’s got good taste in underwear too.[/i]\n\n[i]\t[/i]The thought of Kasey Carrington in his briefs, his bulge round and tight in the spandex, almost made Kerry hard again—for the millionth time that day. He could still taste it, could still feel the precum at the tip of Kasey’s dick, the intense, driving aroma of pure sexual energy that emanated off Kasey’s taut young body.\n\n\t[i]I want to fuck him so badly…. [/i]Kerry thought, a bit guiltily. [i]But… I’m not going there for Kasey. I’m there to keep my eye on Noah. But… if something happens again, well….[/i]\n\n\n[center][b]Please refer to the description to see the next two parts![/b][/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Miles ‘Kasey’ Carrington





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\tKerry tugged at his collar. He straightened it out again, but looked dubiously at himself through the mirror.

\tIs a dress shirt too much? It's just babysitting. He frowned. The jeans help, don't they? They're not too formal....

\tHe scratched at the velvet smooth fur of his chest and adjusted the collar again. Is the polyester tacky? It's not too shiny, is it?

\t...Then again, does it matter? It's just babysitting. He swallowed nervously and pressed down on his shirt to flatten it out. Just babysitting. Totally not a big deal. Little experience with people, less experience with kids, and no experience taking care of kids.

\tTotally not a big deal.

\tHe stared at himself for a few more moments. He was still in his underwear—a snug pair of gray boxer-briefs, shorted than average and showing his bulge with bold accentuation. His eyes ran up his legs, taking in the sight of brown, black, white, and gold fur, extending in symmetrical strips over the entirety of his body. Most of it was earthy: mahogany hues bordering into shimmering sun-like rays; but there were small lines of white and black intersecting the natural palette, and solid white bushy fur that extended from his chest down to the center of his torso, not stopping until reaching his testicles.

\tTechnically, white fur extended past them, down onto his inner thighs, but he did his best to ignore that. It was a fur-trait typical of females, and it embarrassed him immensely whenever somebody saw it—or god forbid commented on it.

\tNot that anybody will be seeing that today. He thought, looking away from his flabby but scrawny body. He turned away from the mirror and grabbed the black jeans off his bed. He slipped his skinny legs into them and pulled them tight over his bulge and his small ass. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror, looking first at the bit of bulge pushing out against his jeans, and then at his ass.

\tSmall, but... plump at the same time. At least for a guy....

\tHe sighed again and flattened out his shirt one last time.

\tIt's not too shiny is it…?



*



\tWhen Kerry arrived at Mrs. Carrington's house, he took a deep breath and rasped on the door. He heard voices from inside, but understood little of what was said. He turned to look at the setting sun and waited for the door open.

\tIt's okay. There's nothing to worry about. She said it would be easy.... Mrs. Carrington wouldn't lie about that. It wouldn't exactly benefit her, would it? If the kid was a monster, then wouldn't she want an experienced sitter?

\tThe door opened. Mrs. Carrington looked back at him and smiled. She seemed pleased to see him, but a bit flustered as well. Maybe it was the slight redness to her cheeks, or possibly the very slight way her chest moved when she breathed, as if she were nearly out of breath.

\tProbably in a rush, he thought, amused. That's a single mom for you, I guess.

\tShe gave him a quick hug and ushered him inside.

\t“Hey, honey, come on in.”

\t“Mom!” A whiny, somewhat urgent voice called from upstairs.

\t“Honey, hold on a minute, I'm coming!” She yelled back, calm, but her voice sounding as if it were on the cusp of frustration. She turned back toward Kerry. “Give me a just a sec, hon, I'll be right back. Feel free to take a seat.”

\tJust as soon as she’d appeared, Mrs. Carrington rushed off. Kerry stood there for several moments before nervously glancing over at the living room couch, which extended around half the perimeter of the room by use of a corner piece. Sitting on the couch was a boy—or a young man—whom he’d never met before.

\tHe kinda looks like Mrs. Carrington, actually. Long, narrow, restless tail. Black and white fur, mostly black. He even has the asymmetrical bit that crawls up the side of his face....

\t...Are they related? Could he be another one of her sons?

\tKerry nervously approached the couch, picking an end politely far away from the man, or the boy, or whatever he was. The mystery cat was perched toward the edge of their side of the couch, nearly on the corner piece, his legs criss-crossed, his back leaned in a loose, messy way, his crotch sticking up with alarming flagrancy, like he didn’t care who saw his bulge—possibly wanting people to see.

\tKerry sat with his legs close and his arms rested on his thighs. He tried to stare ahead, but he couldn't resist taking occasional glances at the feminine looking feline. He was wearing basketball shorts, and despite already seeming a size too small, they were pulled up from his position, almost to the hips. And worse than that was his bulge, which the snug shorts covered little of.

\tWho is this kid...? He's gotta be at least 18. But if he's 18, then why am I here? I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s his brother…. Maybe he has plans or something? There’s no way I’m watching him too.

\t...Not that I would completely mind.

\tThe thought of babysitting another boy, this one probably only a handful of years younger than himself, was nerve-racking, but Kerry had to admit the feline was... pleasant to look at. His clothes were cute, black like his own, but snug and revealing, like they were made for a younger cat. He had a twinkling blue ear ring, too. Small, but the light caught it easily.

\tIs it real...? Kerry thought, watching it glimmer faintly. That might be a real sapphire….

\tThe boy suddenly looked up from his phone and over. His stunning eyes – one a luminescent shade of gold, the other a deep, oceanic shade of blue — met Kerry’s, which were an unimpressive shade of pale yellow. Kerry instinctively looked away. He could tell the boy was staring at him now, but thankfully he returned to his phone within a few moments.

\tMercifully, Mrs. Carrington came down the steps. She called Kerry into the kitchen and spoke while she covered a plate of food with plastic wrap.

\t“Okay, so, dinner is in the fridge. Noah likes to eat around 6:30. Just take off the wrap and pop it in the microwave for two and a half minutes, stir the potatoes and broccoli, and then put it in for another two minutes. It should be ready then. I usually don't give him soda unless he earns it, so it's probably better to just give him water, and maybe half a cup of juice if he asks. He likes juice with dinner sometimes, but he knows to ask. He really is a little angel, so I doubt you'll have any issues, but if you do, there is a number on the whiteboard you can call—it's right by the wall phone. Oh, and if he starts to cry he can call me if he absolutely has to, but....” She put the food in the fridge and smiled at me. “Noah's a wonderful little boy, but he's a bit... sensitive. Try to keep him from calling me if you can? I want him to try and tough it out—it'll be his first night without mom.”

\t“Sure, sure. That sounds easy enough,” Kerry said, his nerves eased a bit.

\tA nervous kid I can deal with. I can even relate.... As long as he isn't screeching and trying to set the house on fire I'll be fine.

\t“If he starts to cry for any reason,” she went on, “just tell him everything will be okay and momma will be back. Maybe give him a hug, too, hugs tend to calm him down. And if it's really bad, try giving him a piece of chocolate. Only one piece, though, or else he'll get a tummy ache. I would suggest a wafer, he really likes wafers. And of course if things are really bad just give me a call and I'll talk to him.”

\t“Sure. Chocolate covered wafers. I don't blame him. I like them myself.”

\tMrs. Carrington went on like this for several more minutes, all the while inspecting her purse and pointing out the whiteboard for the millionth time. She ended up giving him some strange directions to manage a 12 year old, such as to make sure he brushed his teeth and peed before bed, and no rated-r movies—only PG-13 if it's from one of the major animation studios.

\tWhat a helicopter mom….

\tWhen she finally paused her monologue, Kerry cut in.

\t“Um, I just had one question.”

\tShe looked up at him with lifted eyebrows.

\t“About the, uh... male in the living room?”

\tHer face turned to one of recognition, and then another look that seemed like a mixture of worry and guilt—the sort a little kid makes when they're seen doing something bad.

\t“He's my other son,” she said, lowly, presumably so he didn't over hear us. “His name's Miles, but he prefers to be called Kasey....” Her voice faded a bit, as if she were just as confused by the nickname as Kerry was. “Miles is....” She paused and then sighed. “You're probably wondering why you have to watch Noah when Miles is here. Miles is 18, but... he’s partially why you're here.” She smiled guiltily at me.

\t“...W-What does that mean?” Kerry’s chest tightened.

\t“Oh, it's nothing bad! He's a good boy, he really is. He'll do what you tell him, and you probably won't even see him for most of the night—he'll just stay up in his room. You don’t need to feed him or really do anything….”

\tHe cocked his head a bit, waiting for the 'but.'

\t“But… well, he is a good boy. He does what he's told, but... only when he's being watched. If there's someone in the house he won't try to leave if he doesn't have permission, and he won't invite any of his... um... f-friends over either. But if I leave him alone, I'm afraid he will, even if Noah tells on him.”

\t“I… see.”

\t“So he won't cause you any trouble! I just need someone to be here. A... warm body, you know? Sorry to deceive you like that, I should have said something, but honestly, he won't be a problem.”

\t“It's... fine.” Kerry said, a touch shocked. “I mean, as long as he isn't making any trouble.”

\t“He won't! Like I said, he's a nice boy, and you'll probably barely even see him.”

\tShortly after this, Mrs. Carrington left the kitchen and called down Noah to say goodbye.

\tThe twelve year old came sulking down the stairs, a look of true misery on his face.

\t“Aww, honey….” She pulled him into his arms. “I’m gonna be back soon, alright? I’ll be back to tell you all about my night as soon as you wake up, okay?”

\t“I don’t want you to go….” He whined, sounding more like he was eight.

\t“Hon, I gotta go, okay? I’ll be back soon. It won’t be long. It’s only one night. You’ll be strong for mommy, won’t you?”

\t“No...”

\tThis embarrassing display went on a bit longer, until finally Mrs. Carrington pulled herself away. Noah sat there with tears on his face, and Miles kept his eyes on his phone, not even looking up when he said goodbye.

\t“Just call me if you need me! The number is on the whiteboard!” She reminded Kerry for the millionth and one time.

\t“Sure.” He replied. “I’ll take care of him, though. Nothing to worry about.”

\t“Oh, I know….” She smiled at him, and then looked down at Noah. “Love you, honey.”

\t“Love you too….” He replied meekly.

\tWhen Mrs. Carrington finally left, Kerry managed to convince the moping Noah to sit down in front of the TV and play some video games with him. The idea of his babysitter actually interacting with him cheered Noah up quite a bit, which made Kerry question the efforts put in by his previous sitters.

\tThey played for about an hour and then Kerry put on an animated movie. Noah watched about half of it in rapt silence, but started squirming after awhile, and then started moping again. He denied that anything was wrong, which Kerry respected, as he seemed to want to appear strong, but it was clear he missed his mother.

\tKerry didn't want to coddle him anymore than was necessary, but he desperately wanted to cheer the sad boy up

\tThere’s nothing harder than watching a sad little boy….

\tKerry ended up giving him a soda, thinking about how Mrs. Carrington had mentioned he sometimes got them as a reward.

\tThe soda plan worked out well—the prospect of a sweet, carbonated beverage made Noah’s face light up, and after an hour of occasional chattering and squirming during the movie, the sugar wore off and he became extremely tired. Kerry put him to bed early with little resistance and better yet, no tears or whining about his mom, which he’d been expecting in mass.

\tAll in all, everything went remarkably smooth, considering he was babysitting a 12 year old.

\tWhen Mrs. Carrington said he was a 'little angel,' she wasn't kidding. The kid’s the living embodiment of a 'good boy.'

\tThat was until he woke up about half an hour before midnight.

\tKerry was in the living room listening to lectures of Slavoj Žižek bitching about global capitalism or something when Noah came trudging down the stairs, the fur below his eyes wet with tears.

\tHe looked at Kerry, his bottom lip quivering.

\t“Oh, hey.” Kerry rose and approached him. He had a large stuffed animal under one arm and a pillow under the other. Kerry paused when he smelled something stale in the air. He made an inquisitive face at him, causing Noah to break down into tears.

\t“Noah, did you....” His voice trailed off. He wasn't sure how to put it into words. Did you have an accident? Did you wet the bed? Did you not make it?

\tHow do you ask a question like that to a 12 year old boy?

\tHe seemed to know what Kerry meant, though, because he nodded back and looked down at the carpet, ashamed.

\tKerry led him back upstairs, told him it was okay and that he wasn't mad, and then had him show Kerry where his clothes were. Kerry got him a new set a pajamas and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

\t“Just wash off your legs, okay? All you gotta do is turn on the shower and let it wash over your feet for a bit. Wherever you got pee on you. Then dry off and get dressed. Can you handle that?”

\tHe seemed rather disturbed by the prospect of doing this alone, but ultimately agreed to it. At some point in the diatribe, his brother Kasey had gone to the toilet, so when the toilet flushed, Kerry handed Noah the clothes and led him to the bathroom, sticking with him as long as he could so the boy didn't feel too alone.

\tThis has got to be so embarrassing for him....

\tWhen the bathroom door opened, Kasey Carrington's skinny feline frame appeared. His eyelids were low, just like they’d been when he was on the couch early that evening, and his shirt was as black as the short, soft fur that covered his body—but what really caught Kerry’s eyes was the pair of black briefs clinging firmly to his groin. They came down the sides of his hips maybe two inches at the most, and toward the front they seemed to cup his bulge, making it nearly jut out forward.

\tKasey looked at Kerry, his heterochromiatic eyes glimmering in the dark; then he looked down at his brother. Noah didn't seemed bothered by the sight of his brief-ridden brother.

\tDoes he always wear... briefs?

\tNoah is twelve and he wears boxer-briefs I'm pretty sure, so it can't be the mom....

\tDid he pick them out himself?

\tKerry tore his eyes away from Kasey’s bulge, but when he looked up, he found Kasey looking at him, his expression belaying not a hint of his emotions.

\t“Did you have an accident?” He asked, looking down at Noah.

\tNoah nodded, his tail curling between his legs with shame.

\tKasey's tail flicked a bit in response. “You know you're getting to old for that. Go clean up.”

\tNoah obeyed and entered the bathroom.

\tWhen the door shut, Kasey looked up at Kerry. “It happens sometimes,” he said, his voice soft and dull, but confident and as smooth as velvet. “He has a mattress cover, but you're going to need sheets.” Noah turned away from him and walked to the edge of the hallway.

\tKerry watched his hips sway back and forth the way a female's might, but it seemed like an accidental sway, something natural and subtle—not forced. The white tip of his black tail bobbed against the grain of his hips, accenting the style of his walk. His eyes were glued to Kasey’s behind, and they watched with rapture as his butt jiggled in his tight, stretchy-looking briefs. It wasn't a big butt, but it was plump—similar to his own.

\tWhen Kasey reached the hall closet, he opened it up and stretched to reach the top, causing his shirt to rise, showing the waistband of his briefs and the base of his tail. When he pulled it down, something fell to the ground—some kind of fabric, maybe a throw or small blanket.

\t“Clumsy....” He mumbled, just loud enough so that Kerry heard. He knelt down to pick it up, positioning himself almost deliberately—possibly deliberately—so that his ass would be aimed square in Kerry’s direction. His tail swiped to the side, giving Kerry a full view of his ass as the briefs tightened against his butt-cheeks.

\tOh... my... God.... Kerry thought in awe, and at this point throbbing.

\tI'm technically 'babysitting' him too.... I can't... I can't be feeling this.

\tKasey walked back over to him, clutching a sheet in his hand. “Why do you look so shocked? Does the sight of a sheet turn you into a ghost?”

\tHe suddenly snapped back into reality. Up until Kasey had said that, he'd been in a sort of lucid dream. So shocked and nervous everything had seemed foreign, but warm, as though it were a shifting part of his own consciousness. But he was back now, looking at the charming, half-naked, brief-clad male before him, his potty-related duties springing to mind.

\t“Um... y-yeah.” He mumbled. He turned away from him, but thought for a moment that he saw the faintest smile appear on Kasey’s lips.

\tHe's messing with me.

\tHe's knows....

\tHe knows that I'm... really bashful. A-And that… that I'm really turned on.

\tKerry went into Noah's room and tore the sodden sheets and comforter off the bed.

\t“Just lay a towel down.” Kasey said. “That's what we normally do when he wet's his bed.”

\tKerry swallowed and looked back. “Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. I think my mom did the same when I was really little.”

\t“There's a towel under his bed. Right at the edge, like, at the foot of it.”

\t“Oh, there is?”

\t“Yeah,” he pointed to where he'd described, the foot of the bed on Kerry’s side. “They keep it there for his accidents. It's right there, just reach under.”

\t“Oh, thanks.” Kerry kneeled down and reached under the bed. He sifted around for the towel but only felt carpet. “Hmm,” he murmured. “I don't feel it.”

\tKasey didn't respond, so he felt around a bit more. After awhile, Kerry decided it wasn't there and moved to turn around. “Yeah, I don't think it's-”

\tHis voice came to a sudden stop. One inch from his face was Kasey Carrington—specifically his jutting bulge, held tightly in the stretchy underwear, nearly glistening in the faint light of the hallway. He was so close that Kerry’s nose almost poked his dick, and when Kerry inhaled, he took in the scent of something pleasant and male. Something that smelled like pure, condensed sex.

\tHe paused, staring mystified at Kasey’s bulge. He looked up at him, his mouth open in shock.  When Kasey saw this, he took it as an invitation and moved his pelvis forward. The spandex like briefs pressed against Kerry’s lips. When he exhaled, he felt the already warm fabric heat up against his hot breath.

\tKerry’s lips closed half-way, sliding against the feline’s hard cock. Kasey eyeballed him and Kerry looked down at his dick, too shocked too move, too aroused to fight it off. Kasey’s fingers slipped under the waistband of the briefs and he slid them down. He pulled back a centimeter and wiped out his dick, keeping his balls hidden away in the spandex.

\tKerry inhaled again, his dick hardening from the smell. It's so strong now.... It's like he jizzed in his underwear and wore them until they dried.

\tKasey pushed forward and the tip of his dick slid between Kerry’s lips. He was too shocked to respond at first, but a few moments later, his tongue reacted, as if it had a mind of it's own. It pressed against the tip of Kasey’s cock and Kerry’s lips pressed down around it.

\tSalty, he thought for a split second, before feeling the slight bit of stickiness at the tip.

\tThe bathroom door opened.

\tKasey pulled back and shoved his cock back in his briefs, pulling them up tight against his crotch a moment later. Kerry followed his cue and jumped up to his feet, flustered. They were positioned away from Noah's door, so he couldn't see them from the bathroom, but it was a short walk.

\t“You'll find a towel in his closet,” Kasey added smoothly, like he'd not shoved the tip of his dick in Kerry’s mouth just a few seconds prior. The only signs that anything had happened were his bulge, which it was too dark to see, and his now curling and flipping and flicking tail, which seemed only a bit more active than usual. “Right at the top.”

\tKerry’s heart was pounding and he could feel the heat coming off his cheeks. “Th-Thanks....” He mumbled, too flustered to sound convincing. Fortunately, Noah seemed too concerned with his own exhaustion and embarrassment to notice.

\tHe has literally no idea what just went on in here....

\tKerry flipped around and made his bed. Kasey disappeared shortly after. He went to his room and Kerry didn't hear a peep from him for the rest of the night. Noah went back to bed shortly after, seeming to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Mrs. Carrington arrived back around 2am from her date. She thanked Kerry and sent him home.

\tKerry spent that night thinking about Kasey Carrington. About his strange personality and that glazed-over, tired expression, that perpetual confidence which seemed to conflict with every aspect of his demeanor. His swaying hips and the taste and feel of his cock in his mouth. Those narrow legs and small belly, that sapphire which seemed to shimmer whenever light caught it, even when it was almost completely dark, and then his short, cute frame, and those eyes—those glimmering, two-colored eyes….

\tI definitely need to babysit Noah again.



**



\tKerry adjusted the collar of his shirt. He swallowed nervously and examined himself again.

\tNothing’s going to happen. The first time was… a fluke. He wouldn’t pull something like that again.

\t...Right?

\tIf he was bold enough to slip his cock in my mouth when I wasn’t paying attention, that kid is capable of anything….

\tThen again, he isn’t really a kid, is he? He’s only a few years younger than I am. Though, still technically a teen….

\tIt was the same train of thought Kerry had gone over a million times before. It always went the same way, from doubt, to confusion, to belief—and interspersed throughout was a constantly oscillating sense of anxiety, and strangely enough, hope.

\tKerry splashed a bit of cologne on his neck.

\tHe really is a cute one, though, isn’t he? That plump little ass and those eyes.

\t...He’s got good taste in underwear too.

\tThe thought of Kasey Carrington in his briefs, his bulge round and tight in the spandex, almost made Kerry hard again—for the millionth time that day. He could still taste it, could still feel the precum at the tip of Kasey’s dick, the intense, driving aroma of pure sexual energy that emanated off Kasey’s taut young body.

\tI want to fuck him so badly…. Kerry thought, a bit guiltily. But… I’m not going there for Kasey. I’m there to keep my eye on Noah. But… if something happens again, well….


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