Bros - Part 4 (Patreon)

“Yeah. It is pretty cool.” Owen repeated his admiration from earlier, his hands giving Austin’s legs an affectionate little squeeze, seemingly similarly affected by the joint accomplishment.

…

“... Hey, Owen. What’s that in your eye?”

“Aus, you better n-!”

He couldn't even get the words out of his mouth before Austin tore his hat off his head, covered his eyes with both hands, and started cackling like a lunatic.

“AGH! YOU'RE SUCH A DICK-!” He could barely get the words out through laughter, though, and rather than be still and endure being blind, the younger fox immediately started trying to both dislodge his brother’s hands and reclaim his pilfered hat.

It didn’t go very well.

“Dude, STOP! Y-“ Austin barked, but he was laughing as well, especially when Owen lost his balance and tipped over, sending the bigger fox sprawling off of his shoulders. With a loud thud, both boys went down, one face-first on the floor, and the other, serendipitously, landing butt-first on the changing mat Owen had already spread out, his sodden diaper squishing under his backside.

“Boys? Everything alright down there?”

Dad's voice came echoing down from upstairs. The two shared a glance, the younger disheveled on the ground, and the older, still wet, on his diaper changing mat, then answered in unison.

“Yup! Don't worry, dad!”