The buss creaked as it wound slowly down the country road, following the river down the valley. Every few driveways, the buss would stop and let a few more kids out, then lurch towards the next stop. Justyn watched as the kids yelled and ran down their driveway as the buss started to move again. "Come-on Jus, our stop is next." The wolfs big brother nudged him out of his 'zone' and back to reality. He didn't have much, just a backpack with a couple books, hardly the bag of bricks that Marcus was hoisting up. "Here it is, get up." The teenaged wolf led the way down the isle of the buss and thumped down the stairs to the gravel driveway. The younger wolf followed along, hopping down the stairs and heading for the mailbox. "I get the mail this time!" he grinned and ran to the box, pulled open the lever only to find it empty. "Awe, why do /you/ always get the good stuff?" he asked. Mark just smirked and shook his head. "Come-on, dads going to be home soon." The older boy watched as the buss disappeared around the corner, then started to pull his shirt off over his head. As the two walked up the driveway, the older boy continued to take more clothing off, shedding his shoes and socks next. Justyn eyed him and looked around. "We're not at the sign yet... someone is going to see us!" he reminded his brother. "No one is going to care... and there's hardly anyone out here anyways". The driveway turned around the side of the hill, back into a small ravine. Just after that first bend was a sign posted, stating "No clothing allowed beyond this point". The brothers stopped at this point, setting down their bags, and stripped the rest of the way, folded their clothing and tucked it into their backpacks. Justyn eagerly took his clothes off and stuffed them into his bag. "I don't like clothes." he stated simply. Marcus looked at him and shrugged, pausing for a second. "You'll start to wish you could keep them on when winter comes." The older wolf slid a hand down to grip his sheath and give it a squeeze, willing himself to let go and keep his shaft inside. He knew that if his father found that he had been masturbating again, he'd be locked out of the house completely for the next week. The wolf led the way to the front door and walked inside, then dropped his bag at his room. Justyn watched as the older wolf walked down the hall to the basement stairs and walked down them. He wondered why his older brother was forced to use the basement bathroom for showering, and was slightly jealous of his brothers ability to take showers instead of baths. Justyn crept down the stairs, avoiding the squeaky edge on the fourth stair down. At the bottom of the stairs, he leaned around the corner where he could see the open bathroom corner of the basement. The concrete floor was sloped to the middle of the shower area where there was an Asian style toilet set in the floor. The toilet served as drain for both the shower and the laundry corner, in the event the washer flooded. Justyn could see his brother adjust the water valves for a hot shower, the teens' back turned towards the youth. The shower was odd though, it wasn't like normal ones with two knobs and a shower head.. it had another valve with a long hose on it, and a smooth rounded tip on the end. He had looked at it one time when helping with laundry, but was slapped on the tail end and told to never touch it again. As he watched, Marcus stood in the falling water for a few minutes before he took the extra hose and slowly pressed it up inside his tailhole. The cub felt a wave of wonder and enlightenment as his brother toggled the upper valve and groaned. The wolf leaned back and closed his eyes, his shaft quickly emerged from his sheath and bobbed in front of him as he flexed his body and clenched his butt cheeks around the hose. Soon his brother reached up and toggled the water back to a full shower stream and stood there with the hose hanging from him. He turned around and opened his eyes, realizing that his little brother had been watching from the stairwell. "GET BACK UP THERE!" he yelled. The older boys bowels decided to unleash at that moment and a brown wave cascaded into the floor toilet under him, preventing him from chasing after his brother. Justyn quickly ran back up the stairs and ran into his room, locking the door behind him. What had just happened? Why did his brother fill himself with water? The young cub crawled into his bed and curled up, eyes on the door to wait for his brothers wrath. He could hear another groan from downstairs, and wondered what it felt like to be full of water. He reached down behind him and slid a finger under his tail, pressing it against his tailhole. He had watched his brother sitting in his dads' lap, while his dad groaned in pleasure... could that have something to do with it? The water downstairs shut off and silence fell on the room. Heavy footsteps on the stairs announced his brother was walking upstairs. Marcus continued out into the Livingroom and turned the TV on, like he always did, in preparation for dad to come home. Justyn sighed in relief, he'd been spared for another time. The young wolf slid out of bed and quietly opened his door and padded into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, then started the water for his bath. The tub was almost full when the door opened behind him. The boy turned to see his father standing in the doorway, his shaft erect and glistening. "Get downstairs." The alpha stated simply in his deep voice. Justyn gulped and nodded, forgetting the running water and padding out the door. As he ran down the stairs, he could hear the water shut off upstairs and the gush of the tub drain being pulled. As the water spilled through the pipes and gurgled deep inside the floor toilet, the cub could hear the pad of his fathers' feet descending the stairs.