The Year 5000: Chapter 7: The Hack
By
Varos 

Beep, beep, beep.  The room is pitch black.  I groan as I hit the snooze button.  It's Saturday morning, and I'm naked and in my little Brother's bed.  I can't be here when our Mother gets home from work. 

The wolf hugging me is still half asleep.  Zack doesn't want me to leave, and I don't want to leave him, either.  He squeezes me as I worm my way out of his grasp.  He groans as I roll him onto his back.  I can snuggle with him for a few more jabs of the snooze button.  I yawn as I rub my muzzle against his heavily muscled chest.  I lay my head against his soft fur and listen to his heart beating softly beneath my ear.  It's winter, so the room is cool.  It makes his body heat so much more soothing. 

I don't want to rush through what's left of our childhood, but I also can't wait for the day when we're out on our own.  We've been having sex for a year now, and not once have we slept together for the entire night.  There's just no way we can risk our Mother finding out what we've been doing.

Beep, beep, beep.  I smack the button again.  Three smacks are the max.  I got one more to go.  I pull the blanket over us.  I run my hand over my little Brother's muscular chest.  I rub my muzzle against his thick neck, and he starts to moan.  I can't believe he's 2 years younger than me and almost twice my size. 

The alarm clock assaults my canine ears for the last time, and I shut it off.  I want to get back into my bed before I'm wide awake.  I toss the blanket back, and cool air comes rushing in.  I groan as the pads of my feet hit the wooden floor.  The nightlight on the far wall picks up the motion from my feet and comes to life.  It adds a dim glow to the dark room.

"Come on, Zack, let's go, you big lazy pup," I groan.

"Ahh, Alex, couldn't you just put my clothes on for me," my Brother mumbles.

"Maybe if you didn't weigh a ton," I tease.  I start to snicker as I grab hold of his ankles.  The mattress creaks as I spin 210 pounds of muscle sideways.  I let go, and his feet hit the floor with a thud.  I grab his wrist and hank him to his feet.  He groans as he quickly puts his shirt and boxers back on.

Compared to me, my little Brother is huge.  Mentally he's more mature than he should be for his age, but sometimes he does act like a normal 15-year-old.  I watch him flop down on his bed.  He hugs the extra pillow, and I smile because I know he's pretending it's me.  I tossed the blanket over the huge beast and returned to my room.

I put my clothes back on and climbed into my bed.  I hate it; my bed is ice cold.  Just once, I'd like to wake up with his body pressed against me.  I can never get my mind to stop, no matter what I do.  I begin to replay the events of last night in my head while I wait to fall back asleep. 

I remember what he said to me while we were in the shower last night.  'You ready for me to fuck you so hard your feet don't touch the floor?' And I remember my response.  'Fuck yeah, I am,'

I revisit it from the moment he gets behind me.  He aggressively pushes me against the wall.  His hands flow up my backside.  He squeezes my ass and tugs at my tail.  I feel his hard body pressed against mine.  I can almost feel him forcing his giant 13-inch cock inside me as I replay the moment in my head. 

When it comes to physical prowess, my best friend has me beat by a lot.  I still can't believe my younger Brother is 8 inches taller than me.  He's not there yet, but he's almost twice my size.  Zack is way stronger than a normal fur of his size.  He has top tire muscles, that much I know.  It gives him a strength that's at least double that of your average fur.  For sure, I felt that strength last night.

With each thrust, he pounded me so hard that he lifted my feet off the floor.  That was before he rammed his knot inside me.  After that, my feet never touched the floor again until he was finished.       

The bed begins to warm, and I know it won't be long before I doze off. 
Like always, I start to fantasize about my Brother while I wait for sleep to take me.  I realize something as my mind becomes fuzzy.  I didn't think there were any secrets between us, but I realized I was wrong.  I never even thought about it because it was so trivial.  I've never confessed how much I fantasize about him.  It might be fun to reveal if I still remember it when I wake up.

It's December 3rd, 4998.  Getting out of bed is difficult for me, even when I wake up naturally.  I hazard a look at my alarm clock; it's 9:17 am.  I slept about 2 extra hours.  I don't want to leave the confines of my comfy cocoon.  With a sigh, I get up and get my canine feet to the wooden floor.  I take a piss and head for the kitchen.  I start up the coffee maker.  I sigh as I see the note on the board by the door to the garage.

| Make lunch for tomorrow.  Clean the house. |

I sigh again.  She treats us like we're nothing more than servants.  I'll be so glad when we're out on our own.  My wolf nose sniffs at the smell of coffee despite the air system's effectiveness at sterilizing the air.  I don't want to wait for Zack to get up.  I know I shouldn't, but I head for his room anyways. 

Our Mother got home from work a little over an hour ago.  She should be asleep by now.  I quietly sneak into my Brother's room.  Just to be on the safe side, I shut the door behind me.  I startle him as I tose the blanket back.  I push him down and climb on top of him.  I rub my muzzle under his chin.  I keep an ear open for any weird noises just in case she does wake up.
Zack doesn't say anything; he knows he can't.  He knows the risk I'm taking being in his room like this.  I rub my muzzle against him, and he hugs me in turn.  I'd be purring if I were a feline.  It's a good thing I'm not; otherwise, I'd surely wake her.

My Brother slowly came awake, but it required some persistent prodding and a lot of heavy petting.  The mattress creaks under his weight as he gets the pads of his canine feet to the wooden floor.  I can hear his joints pop as he rises onto his toes.  He yawns like a wolf, his muzzle wrinkles as his lips pull back into a fierce snarl.  His long fangs look like he could easily tear someone's throat out.  He bends and twists as his claws reach for the ceiling.  

I listen closely as I crack the door open.  The coast is clear.  I imagine we'd look guilty if she saw us leaving his room as we did.  I pour two cups of coffee.  I know how he takes his as I hand it to him.  I watch him sigh as he sees the note on the board.  Besides our breathing, my ears don't pick up the slightest sound.  I grab his shirt and yank him close.  I caught him off guard.  His eyes go wide as I lick his lips.  He could keep me out if he wanted to, but he relents and lets my tongue inside his mouth.  I can taste his morning breath on my tongue.

I know we shouldn't be doing this.  The risk is too great.  I break off the embrace, grab a box of bacon and egg-flavored food cubes, and head towards my room with my Brother following behind my tail.  He quietly shuts the door as I turn the TV on.

It's Saturday morning.  I hand Zack an ear pod as I place the other one in my ear.  All I want is 30 min of peace with him before we start our day.  I'm beginning to regret taking on so many classes.  It's unreal how much homework I have to do.  For me, none of it is difficult; it's just time-consuming.  I have a book to read and a report to write.  I still have economics, but that shouldn't take more than a few hours at most.  I have a ton of calculous to finish, and I haven't even started that project for my Intro to Coding class.

I mindlessly munch on a food cube while I sip my coffee and stare at the TV.  I don't want to, but I leave a gap between us.  I turn my mug upside down to find it completely empty not even a drop remains.  My mattress squeaks in protest as two wolves crawl off of it.  We both take a moment to stretch again.  Zack reaches for the doorknob, but I stop him in his tracks as I get my arms around him from behind.  I lay my muzzle on his shoulder as I hug him.  He lets out a groan as I squeeze him hard. 

I didn't want to let go, but we had a full day ahead of us.  We take our supplements and head into the basement.  Our Mother is home, so we have our workout clothes on.  We've been lifting weights together for years.  We say nothing as we get started.  I finish with my warm-up and move on to heavier weights.  I check the clock on the wall, and it's almost 11 am.  I'm about half done, but I don't have the time to finish.  I take a moment to watch the huge wolf in front of me. 

The barbell in my little Brother's hands weighs 340 pounds.  Those top tire muscles of his would-be scary if he weren't my best friend.  And he's just getting warmed up.  He can lift over 500 pounds on the high end, and he's only 15 years old.  Say what you will about humans; they knew what they were doing when they designed us.   
Zack lifts the bar over and over like it weighs nothing.  His arms are so much bigger than mine.  I stare at him; his black fur stands out in contrast to his white T-shirt.  I watch the white fabric stretch as his top-tier biceps swell into a rounded mass of hard muscle.  Zack winks and sticks his tongue out as he catches me staring at him.

A rubber mat covers almost the entire floor of the spare room.  Like always, Zack sets the barbell down without making a sound.  He heads for the other side of the room, trades out the barbell for two dumbbells, and starts a new set. 

Zack has at least 60 pounds on me.  His size alone is enough to make him stronger than me.  I don't know our family history.  Hell, I've never even seen a picture of our Father.  My little Brother got lucky with his genes.  He got top-tier muscles, where I obviously didn't.  His enhanced body gives him a strength that's at least twice that of your average fur. 

We've been working out together for years.  He's been stronger than me for a long time now.  I know he could tear me to pieces if he wanted to.  Sometimes I can pick the barbells up after he's done using them, but it's always a struggle.  Other times, I can't even lift it off the floor. 

I should start on my homework, but I can't resist having some fun with him before I leave.  I don't know why I've never thought of this one until now.  I get up, squat down, and wrap my hands around the barbell he just discarded.  The thing weighs 340 pounds.  I clench my jaw, and my lips pull back in a snarl.  Zack gives me a curious look as I struggle to lift it off the floor.  I realized my mistake and slowly lowered it back to the rubber mat.

"God damn, Zack, I can hardly even lift that.' I whisper.  'And you can do curls with it like it's nothing.  You know, I don't think I truly realized how strong you really are."

I understand why he doesn't want to say much; after all, our Mother is sleeping upstairs.  He smiles and whispers.  "Hey, thanks, Alex."

I'm just getting started.  I walk up and get behind him, and he gives me a confused look.  I lean into his ear and whisper so softly there's no way she could possibly hear me.  "And you know what else?"

"Nope?" he says, a bit confused. 

I lay my muzzle on his broad shoulder.  I lean against his back and lace my arms over his belly.  "Sometimes I can't believe I'm best friends with an ultra-muscular wolf.  I know you could rip me to pieces if you wanted to, but you're the nicest and most gentle wolf I've ever known.  I trust you, Zack; I trust you more than I could ever communicate with words.  I'd trust you with my life if it ever came to it."

I must have hit a nerve because he sets the weights down.  He turns around, and I see his eyes have watered.  He whimpers as he gets his arms around me and starts to cry.  It's been a while since I've seen him cry.  I think the last time was like six months ago when I gave him a belated birthday gift.  I feel him shake ever so slightly as he cries on my shoulder.

I might be smaller than him, but it doesn't stop me from comforting him like the big Brother I am.  I stroke and pet his head like a dog.  He lightens his grip only to squeeze me tighter.  I sense his emotions, and my eyes start to water, too.

Zack doesn't want to let go; he's a wreck.  "Can we sit?' he whispers.

I don't say anything; I release my grip and follow him to the floor.  I turn and lean my back against his chest, and he wraps his muscular arms around me again.  He drops his muzzle on my shoulder and whispers.  'I know I don't say it very often, but I love you, Alex.  I love you more than you could ever know."

"I know, and I love you too, Zack.  And you're right about something; we don't voice it often enough.' I squirm my way out of his grasp.  I turn around and sit on his lap.  He holds me, and I hold him.  I put my muzzle next to his ear so we could whisper without the risk of our Mother hearing us.  'Face it, Zack, we're still a bunch of stupid pups."

"I know," he whispers in my ear.

"Actually, I take that back; we're both stupid teenagers.  I think puberty has distracted us a bit.  But eventually, we'll become adults, and we'll stop growing.  Sure, I tease you about how big you are, but there's more to me and you than just our bodies.  It might sound weird, but let's give more attention to our feelings."

"You know Alex, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were 100 years old."

"What, why's that?" I whisper in an amused tone.

"Because you're way too wise for a 17-year-old."

"Wise, yeah, I guess I am?  And I'm wise enough to know what we have together."

"Oh, and what's that?" Zack asks, egging me on.

"I'm sure when we're adults, we'll make new friends, but there's one thing they'll never have.  We're brothers, and we have a childhood together.  We're going through puberty together.  It'll bond us in ways we'll never have with anyone else.  Plus, when we have sex, we're committing incest, which we'll never have with anyone else.  I don't know if our bond can get any stronger, but if it can, I want it."

"I do to Alex."

"I think we've been a bit distracted with our bodies.  Don't get me wrong, that's important, too, especially while we're still growing.  But let's try and work on our emotional connection while our brains are still developing."

My Brother squeezes me and whispers.  "Damn, Alex, you really are the best big Brother ever."

"Yeah, I know, and when I find the time, I'll do some research.  Maybe I can find a way to brainwash you, and you can brainwash me," I chuckle.   

"Alex, I love you so much I could eat you."

"And you know what, Zack, I would absolutely let you.'

We hold each other for a while, our tears eventually dry, and I leave Zack to resume his workout in peace.  I don't have super strength like he does, but I was born with a mind that few other furs possess.  My Brother's intelligence is close to mine, but I do have him beat in that category by a small amount.  He is right, though.  I am wiser than I should be for my age, and I know why.  I can't turn my brain off no matter what I do.  I have an uncontrollable compulsion to succeed; it's just one of the more positive traits of a sigma. 

Zack is right; I often feel like I have experience beyond my years, except the second reason isn't a good one.  I've been in survival mode for as long as I can remember.  Combine that with my compulsion to succeed, and you can forget having a proper childhood.  Acting like a stupid pup doesn't happen very often, but it's so refreshing when it does.  I just hope we still remember how once we're out on our own.      

I hear my Brother coming up the stairs.  He sticks his head into my room and smiles at me.  I lift my nose out of the book I'm reading and watch as he makes a muscle at me.  He does it again, and I lick my lips at him like he's a piece of meat I want to eat.  He starts to snicker as he walks away.  Even he knows we're pushing our luck.

I hear the beeping of an alarm clock coming from the room next to mine.  Sighing, I get up and pretend to be a proper servant.  I start the coffee maker, put her lunch together, and leave it by the door.

It's safe to speak in a normal voice once again.  It's time for a break.  I stick my head in Zack's room.  He's a freshman; he doesn't have the kind of workload I do.  He should be almost done with his homework by now.  'Hey, you want to get something to eat?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm starving.  I'm almost done.  I can finish the rest tomorrow."

My Brother and I head for the kitchen while our Mother procrastinates in her room.  I have a feeling she's playing on her computer like she always does.  I retrieved the giant pot from the refrigerator.  There's just enough beef stew left for the two of us. 

It feels like we're a proper couple about to sit down for an evening dinner.  My Brother and I are the only ones who use the dining room table. Two bowls rotate in the microwave while we mix up our supplements.  Our Mother always eats in front of her computer or the TV and never joins us like a proper family. 
 
I open the microwave before the last second.  I hate hearing it ding.  I retreive the bowls, and two wolves sniff at the scent of beef stew.  We take a seat at the table.  We have an illusion to maintain, so we don't say anything as we start to eat. 

It's 50/50 whether she says good night to us before she leaves.  She's already running late.  I hear her computer shut off.  She always watches it like a hawk.  She never leaves it unattended.  I imagine there's stuff on it she doesn't want us to find.

Tonight is one of those nights.  She hurriedly walks out the door without saying a word to either of her sons.  We breathe a sigh of relief as we hear her car disappear into the night.

"You know Alex, I can't believe how good of a cook you are," my Brother says as another spoonful disappears into his maw.

"Yeah, I know, right,' I say with a pause.  'But don't forget you did help."

"Yeah, I know, but how many 17-year-olds can make a stew from scratch?"

"You mean, how many servants can make one from scratch?' His ears dip as a sad look comes over his face, so I add.  'Sorry, Bro, I didn't mean to correct you, but you're right.  I shouldn't be this good at cooking.  I know she's a bitch, but on the positive side, it does force me to teach myself important life skills."

"No, no, you're right, Alex; and you don't need to apologize.  It's just that she gets to me sometimes.  And sometimes I wish we had a real Mom.  And I'm never looking back once we're out on our own."

"Yeah, I know, but at least I know how to cook for my mate," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hey, I did help," he adds.

"Yeah, you did, and that was the best part," I say.

"I just wish she wouldn't eat everything you make,' he says with a sigh.  'We literally do everything for her.  And when was the last time she gave either of us a ride to see our friends, maybe two years ago?"

"Yeah, I know, but on the bright side, it's brought us together.  I wouldn't trade what we have for anything.  And besides, it's not a big deal; after all, you eat more than both of us put together."

"Yeah, and that's because I'm still a growing pup," he says boastfully.

We're along again, so it's safe to have some fun with him.  I get up from the table.  My Brother's ears perk up as I get behind him and put my arms around his broad shoulders.  "Haha yeah, you definitely need the extra food.  After all, you need it if you're going to make those big muscles of yours even bigger.'

Zack chuckles as I slide my hands under the bottom of his shirt.  I press my muzzle against his neck as I felt him up.  'And I love your hard belly with all your bulging abs.  And your pecs are so thick I can grab hold of them,' I say as I work my hands up his chest.

Zack doesn't resist as I pull his shirt over his head.  I go back for more.  I run my hands over his chest again.  'And Bro, your body really is a work of art.  It's wild that I can see all the striations in your pecs."

My Brother plays along.  "I know, right, but I never would have gotten there without my personal trainer.  And you're the only one who'll see all my gorgeous muscles.'

I watch with amusement as Zack grabs my bowl and licks the residue from the bottom.  I step back as my enormous little Brother rises from the chair.  'God damn, Alex, you're a good cook.  Is there nothing you can't do?"

"Nope."

We add our dishes to the nearly full dishwasher and turn it on.  I get behind my Brother and wrap my arms around him, and he says.  "Damn Alex, your frisky today."

I paw at his chest as I rub my muzzle against his back.  "Yeah, I think the separation anxiety is starting to get to me again."

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel it, too," he sighs.

"Between homework and workouts, we have way too much to do.  I miss you, is all.  I wish we could have just one day a month to ourselves and spend the entire day doing something together."

"Yeah, me too.  At least winter vacation is coming up."

"Yeah, in 3 weeks,' I sigh.  'But it's all part of the plan.  It'll all be worth it, in the end."

Zack turns around, gets his arms around me, and lifts me off the floor.  To my surprise, he starts to cry.  I hug him as he whimpers like a real wolf on my shoulder.

I stroke his head as I say, "What did I say?"

"It's nothing, Alex.  I'm not sad; I'm just so happy, is all."

"Oh," I ask questioningly.
"I know it's Friday night, but can we cuddle for a while?"

"You know what, Zack, I'd like that.'

My Brother carries me into the living room.  I pull his shorts off, and he removes my clothes.  Zack lays down on the couch and flips onto his back.  He invites me to lie on his chest.  I'm not an artist, but I'm creative enough to try new things.  I feel the need to talk.  I lie on the opposite end of the large couch, and he looks confused.  I lay my foot on his chest, and he gets the idea.  We scoot closer and scissor our legs together.  I put a pillow behind my head so I could meet his eyes.  One of his muscular legs presses against my side while the other lies on top of me with his foot resting on my chest.

'You know, I can't remember the last time we just sat and talked."

"Me either," says the larger wolf.

"I know males don't usually discuss their feelings with each other but let's give it a try.  So why did you start to cry?" I ask.

My Brother looks surprised at the question.  I see him start to tear up again as he says.  "I realized I have the most incredible Brother in the world.  It made me so happy I kind of lost it.  Hey, Alex, can I tell you something?"

"Of course, Zack.  You can tell me anything; you know that."

"It's not a big deal, but I'll tell you mine since we're confessing our feelings."

"Okay."

"This might sound a bit weird, so don't say anything until I'm done okay," he insist.

"Alright, I won't, I promise."

Zack wraps his hands around my foot as he says.  "When I was younger, I kinda looked at you like you were my Father.'

I can't hide the surprised look on my face, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.  Zack was right to ask me to wait.  He knows how much I hate the Father we've never met.

'I know we've never met our Dad, and Mom has never been there for us.  You were more of a Dad to me than either of them.  You taught me how to read and write.  You help me with my homework.  You took care of me.  You gave me your time and played with me even when you didn't want to.  I got so worried that you'd stop liking me when I started growing, but you never did.  Instead, you took me under your wing and showed me how to work out.  And I knew you wanted me to get even bigger.  Even if it meant I'd surpass you."
"And Now?" I prod.

"I was a stupid pup back then.  I wanted a father.  I know better than that now.  I could never insult you like that.  I realize you were never a father to me.  You've been more to me than any father.  You're my big Brother, and you've always been my big Brother."

My eyes begin to water as I say.  "You know, Zack, we need to do this more often.  But you're right; I did treat you like you were my pup.  I'm sure things would have been different if we had a real Father and a real Mother.  But it's always been just the two of us, and I loved you too much to let you suffer." 

"Alright, it's your turn," he says.

Hearing him say that reminds me of the moment right before I dozed off this morning.  I laugh as I say.  "Oh, I have a good one.  I just remembered I have something I've never told you before."

"Oh, really.  You've been keeping secrets from me?"

"Yeah, kinda.  You know how you said you see me in your dreams?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I daydream about you.  I fantasize about you all the time."

Zack starts to laugh and says.  "Haha, I do the same thing!"

"What's your worst one?" I ask.

"No, you go first," he insists.

"Alright.  This one is probably obvious, but I fantasize about you getting even bigger, especially your muscles.  And I imagine you getting so big that I can walk under your legs."

"Damn, Alex, that's hot.  And I bet you imagine me as a giant getting on top of you."

I snicker at that.  "Of course I do.  I imagine your cock being so big you can ram it all the way into my throat.  Come on, what about you?"

"Damn, Alex, that's a good one.  Yeah, my fantasies are pretty dirty too.  Like, for one, I imagine pumping so much semen inside you; I fill you up like a balloon."

"You almost do that already.  And the nice thing about my fantasy is it'll come true.  Maybe not that big, but I know you'll be a hell of a lot bigger than me once you finally stop growing.'

It felt like we were two gossiping females.  I have to admit that we wasted more time talking than we had to spare.  I played with his foot as we confessed our most perverse inner thoughts.  I bent his toes back and cracked the joints; he did the same for me.  I massaged his pads while we did something most macho males seldom do.  We only stopped when we realized 2 hours had passed.

'Alright, Bro, we need to get back to work," I say with a sigh as I squeeze his huge canine foot.

"Damn, it's 8 o'clock already.  Humm, should I skip my evening workout or have sex with you." Zack says teasingly, like I don't already know the answer.

"Before we do that, how about we finish our chores so we don't have to listen to her bitch for the rest of the week."

"Oh fuck, I forgot all about that."

"I'll cook if you want to clean the house," I say.

"Alright.  Oh, what are you going to make?"

"I think I'm going to try a tuna noodle casserole.  But I'll have to make a double batch since, like you know; you'll end up eating one pan by yourself."

"Geeze, Alex, what the fuck.  You sure you're not 100 years old!"

I have to admit he got me good with that one.  It was at least a few minutes before I could stop laughing.

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Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.  Oh my god, I can't stand that sound.  My heavy Brother is lying half on top of me.  I climb over him and smack the snooze button.  I flop down on his chest to find he's still asleep.  I'm bad at getting up, but he's 10 times worse.  You'd think there'd be no way he could sleep through it with his wolf hearing, but nope.  I can't count the number of times I've had to get him up for school.  The events from yesterday came back to me in a rush.  It wasn't a perfect day, but it was the best day we've had together in a long time.  It's the reason why I work so hard.  I don't want a mundane life of abject misery.   

I can't imagine there's a single secret between us after what we confessed last night.  We're both perverts, and we know we're perfect for each other.  I didn't think our bond could get any stronger, but I was wrong again.  We're both starting to feel it creeping up on us again.  I thought we were done with our separation anxiety, but I was wrong once more.  Before, just being in the same house was good enough to stave it off but not anymore.  Zack feels it, too.  We need to see and hear each other's voices.  I need to smell and touch him.  We need to be in each other's presence.  Being in separate rooms for hours on end is enough to bring it back.  I know it'll only worsen as our relationship gets stronger, but he wants it just as much as I do.    
I know the reason why our anxiety has returned.  We're just so goddamn busy that we never get to spend a day together.  I want us to have the best future possible.  Sure, there are things we could skip, but the sacrifices will be worth it in the long run.  We can't be pups forever.  I know it's all part of being an adult.   
 
As intelligent as I am, I'm still just a teenager.  We've been figuring it out on our own all this time, but I made a mental note to do some research to see if there's something else we can try, and I did.

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My Brother and I were looking forward to winter vacation for obvious reasons.  Sure, we only got a week off, but we planned to make the best of it.  I don't know how our Mother never manages to accomplish anything.  For us working 40 hrs a week would be like being on vacation.  

We had sex every chance we got.  We enjoyed it as always, but we were looking forward to spending time together even more.  Unfortunately, our Mother got in the way.  There's nothing we can do about that, at least not at the moment.  We were together for every second that we could without giving our secret away. 

We made a point of acting like pups.  We wrestled in the basement.  I stood even less of a chance than I did a year ago, but feeling his strength was half the fun. 

It snowed in the middle of the week.  Like the good servants that we are, we cleaned the driveway for her.  Zack never saw it coming as I tossed a snowball into the back of his head.  The snowball fight was on.  I would have won if it weren't for the fact that he picked me up and tossed me into a snowbank.  I might have gotten a bit pissed at that if he hadn't jumped in after me.        

I did my research on building a lasting relationship.  It turns out we're doing everything right.  Our problem isn't that our relationship isn't strong enough; far from it.  Our problem is the execution.  We don't get enough time together.  I know how to solve the problem, but it will only happen once we move out. 
			
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The first semester of my junior year came to an end, and with it came the end of the year 4998.  We didn't celebrate the occasion, at least not like our Mother.  She, of course, took the night off from work to go and party.  We don't know where she goes, and we really don't care what she does.

4999 begins, and with it, a second semester.  Zack's group of friends and mine merged seamlessly.  The fact that juniors are hanging out with freshmen never bothered any of us.  I enjoyed hanging out with his friends and vice versa.  I know as a Sigma male, 4 friends, and one best friend are my limit.  My Brother and I both have the lone wolf personality.  We both like hanging out with our friends, but we aren't as sociable as a true alpha.  We fit the Sigma mold to a T.  Our only best friend is each other.  We both wish we could let everyone know we're a couple.  To be ourselves in public.  Only we can't share that fact with anyone as we're Brothers. 
    
I gained two friends and lost one.  I'm still friendly with Chris, but we've stopped hanging out.  He's still a bit taller than me, but I have considerably more muscle than him now.  I can tell that he's noticed it, too.  He tries not to let it show, but I can tell it bothers him.         

For my Brother and me, the beginning of the second semester throws us into some new classes.  It hadn't even crossed my mind until Zack mentioned that he'd be taking sex-ed this semester.

I wasn't having sex when I took the class.  On the other hand, my Brother has probably had more sex in the last year than some people have had in their entire lives.  Still, there's a lot more he needs to learn.  I didn't want to give him any spoilers.

"Hey Alex, are you done with your homework?"

"Yeah, for once."

"Would you help me with my sex-ed?"

"Sure,' I say.

I didn't expect I'd be helping him with his sex-ed class.  He didn't really need the help.  He just wanted to spend time with me.  I help him with his homework all the time.  He couldn't ask for help with this subject if our Mother was home.  

I take a seat next to him on his bed.  I had to think back.  If I remember correctly, the class had a long intro that dwelled on bodily changes, hormones, puberty, the transition from a teenager into an adult, etc.  But then it gets into a breakdown of each species, which is where he's at right now.  He links his laptop to the TV and hits play on the required educational video.  

I remember this one.  I watch as the video gives a general breakdown of each species' genitalia, complete with animated diagrams.  His face tells me that he's seeing this for the first time.  It starts with hoofs.  The most important fact is that they generally have the largest penises of any species.  They're, on average, 30% larger than any other.  Zack looks disappointed until it breaks down their mating habits.  It describes their sexual practices as short and straightforward.  Their size is their defining feature.

'You see Zack, you really are hung like a horse.  You're way bigger than a normal wolf."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he says.   

Next were canines.  This part we already know, but Zack was less informed.  The program shows a diagram of a canine's penis.  It lists the size ranges from the smallest fox to the biggest wolf.  It describes our most defining feature, the knot.  It depends on your species.  Some knots are a simple ball, while others, like my Brother and myself, have the two hemispherical knot.  Personally, I like the look of the dual hemisphere knot myself, but both serve the same function.  

"Damn, Alex, I didn't know our orgasms last the longest.  And I didn't know we could tie close to an hour.  That's crazy!"

"Yeah, canines may not be hung like a hoof.  Well, except for you, that is.  That's why the knot is the best and the worst feature at the same time.  You can't argue with sex that lasts for an hour.  That is unless you're late for work."

I see him frown.  We've both experienced the time that's required when we mate.  It's almost impossible for a canine not to tie.  If you do, you better hope you don't need to be anywhere anytime soon because you're going to be stuck together for a while.       

The video continues onto felines.  This has a relevance that relates to his and my new friend Vance, as he's a mountain lion.  Zack watches intently as he's curious about what his friend has between his legs.  At first glance, their cocks are pretty simple.  Just a long thick rod that narrows to a point, but then it goes on to describe the barbs.  

Like canines, felines vary greatly, from the smallest domestic to the largest tiger.  Every feline has a penis that's covered with barbs.  The bards aren't sharp like a real cat.  For one, their cocks are way too big for that.  Their barbs are more like stiff rubber, but some felines have barbs that are so long that they overlap.  Fortunately, their barbs aren't like a real cat's; otherwise, with barbs that long, he'd pull your guts out.

"Do you think Vance has short barbs or long ones?" my Brother asked.

"Well, judging from the bulge in his shorts, I'm going to say he's on the larger side.  I'd say his barbs are long, but whether he has a dragon cock or not is another matter."

Zack looks at me with a curious expression and asks, "A dragon cock?"

"Yeah, it's when their barbs are so big that they overlap and look like dragon scales."

"Shit, I didn't know that.  That sounds either really scary or really fun."

"Well, that's why they make us take sex-ed."

"Hey, there's one thing I've always wondered."

"Oh, what's that?"

"I've always wondered how you can take my cock.  You know, without me ripping your guts apart."

I laugh even though he's not exaggerating.  "Well, it's because humans were perverted sexual deviants, that's why.  There's not much point in giving someone a 24-inch penis if it won't fit.' Zack gives me a confused look, so I explain.  'Some of us are more size appropriate, but others like you, for example, have cocks way bigger than nature intended.  Humans liked big penises, and I can't disagree with them.  But they were nice enough to design our insides to take it.  I could probably take about 16 inches."

"What, Alex, that's crazy?"

"Yeah, I know, right.  Your penis is big for a wolf but not as big as a hoof.  That's why I'm not worried about your cock becoming too big for me to take.  I know we shouldn't rush things, but I'm kinda looking forward to when you can fill me all the way."

"Yeah, but that's like up into your chest, isn't it?  How does it go that deep?" he asked me.

"Clever and sex-obsessed human engineering.' I see my little Brother is still confused.  'Here, give me your laptop."

Zack hands it over.  I skip ahead about a dozen chapters.  It took me a few minutes, but I eventually found the video on our internal anatomy related to deep penetration.  The video can explain it far better than I can.  I hit play.

I've already seen this video.  My little Brother watches intently as the subject interests him greatly.  Furs aren't the result of any natural evolution, far from it.  We were modeled after animals, but that's as close to nature as we get.  The first of us were made to be pets and companions, but humans soon realized we could be put to work.  Sex and sexiness was a secondary concern but a primary selling point.  After all, most humans cared more about how good we were in bed than how many hours a day we could work.

The insides of both males and females were designed to stretch to accommodate even the largest of invaders.  It's why I can take my Brother without having my insides torn bloody.  The humans thought of everything.  The video describes the fibrous mesh that stitches and binds our internal organs together.  Without it, Zack would have flipped my stomach upside down or twisted my intestines into knots by now.  You could slice my belly open, and my guts would never fall out. 

Zack's eyes widen as he sees why I can take his length.  The internal body part was created just for sex and nothing else.  Like all furs, I was born with it; it's part of my DNA.  Every male is born with one, regardless of his sexual orientation.  It was created for one reason and one reason only so that we could accommodate penises and foreign objects far larger than anything nature would allow.  Such an unnecessary accessory has never existed before.  Humans called it a Marsup.  It's more complicated than that, but the closest analogy would be an internal pouch.

"Damn, Alex, I didn't know we had that thing inside us."
"Just be glad we do because I'd never be able to take your 13 inches if I didn't." 

The rest of the video gets technical.  The marsup starts above the rectum and continues into the chest cavity.  The surrounding organs were reinforced to withstand the vigors of even the roughest sex.  Humans were devious enough to include it with nerve endings, making penetration even more enjoyable, and I can contest to that.  I enjoy it far more than any animal should.  It means I can take my Brother's penis and then some. 

Mother nature would never create such an organ.  In a male, it serves no purpose.  Humans did it because they could and because they were obsessed with sex.  I'm not arguing against it.  I'd take my artificial origin any day.  Sex-ed was a class that my Brother found interesting.  It was entirely different for me when I initially took it, as I was a virgin at the time. 
				
* * *
					
It was February 8th when they broke the news to our little group of friends.  This was a privet meeting.  They wanted to share it with us, but not the entire school.  We all met up in an empty classroom.  Brent shut the door, and we snuck to the back of the room so we couldn't be seen from the hallway.  We all huddle up in a circle.  Brent was the one who asked us here.  He looks nervous, and oddly so does Vance.

The coyote looks nervous as he says, "I'd like it if you guys would keep this between us.  We'd prefer it if the entire school didn't know.  I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come right out and say it I'm gay."

"And so am I," says Vance, the larger mountain lion, as though they'd rehearsed this in advance.

I point at the both of them as I ask, "So you're both together then?"

They clasp each other's hands and nervously say, "Yes," at the same time.

Whether I like it or not, I'm the leader of our group.  I'll be the one to determine how this goes.  I slowly walk up to my friend.  I put my arms around him and lifted him off of the ground.  I return the far smaller coyote's feet to the floor.  He's so stunned that he can't even move. 

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Congratulations, both of you.  I'm happy for you."

Everyone is staring at me.  My Brother is the second one in charge.  He opens his arms to Vance, but the big cat hesitates.  After an awkward moment, he steps forward and accepts a hug from the much larger wolf.

Both Simon and Jacob give them a congratulatory hug as well.  The new couple both have to fight back tears.  I don't think either of them thought we would be this accepting.  

To help add some levity to the situation, I ask excitedly, "So, I guess you two aren't virgins anymore?"

It's good that they hadn't just taken a drink at that moment; otherwise, they both would have sprayed it across the room.

They both smile and say, "Ahh, no."

The bell rings and brings the meeting to an abrupt end.

"I'm so glad you guys are so cool with this," says Brent.

We all take turns reassuring both of them that we aren't going to stop being their friends just because they're dating.

* * *
				
I could see the look on Zack's face all afternoon.  He wanted to talk about the big reveal just as much as I did.  Our Mother left to go to the store.  She'd be back in a few hours.  We looked at each other and smiled as soon as she was gone. 

"Did you know Brent was gay?" my Brother asked me.

"I thought he might be, but that's only because I've caught him looking at me and you more than a few times.  It was a hint, but I could never tell if it was attraction or curiosity.  There's no set mold for homosexuality or even heterosexuality, for that matter.  There are a ton of straight guys at school who are extremely feminine and at least two gay wolves who are about as masculine as they come.  I'd say Brent is somewhere in the middle."

"I never suspected Vance.  It's too bad we can't come out to them, too," says Zack.

I sigh and say, "Yeah, I know.  I really like both of them.  Who knows, maybe we can tell them once we're out of the house.  I don't think Mom would take it too well if she found out we've been fucking each other."

"I'd like that,' Zack says with a pause.  'I bet Vance must wreck Brent."

"Yeah, Vance is a bit big for a mountain lion, and he has a lot of muscle.  He's only 15; who knows, he might turn out to be even bigger than you someday.  Brent is kinda like me, just average.  But he is big enough to take him, at least for now, but who knows, in a few years, that could change."

* * *

The next day I was too curious to stop myself.  I get to school, and I have about 15min before my first class.  I find Brent at his locker, and I lure him out of earshot of other students.  
I give him a mischievous look.  He knows what I'm about to ask him; his fangs flash as a smile spreads across his face.  I keep my voice low as I ask him, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I have a feeling you do.' He doesn't protest and keeps smiling at me.  'You gotta tell me what it's like, and it's not like I haven't heard similar from Chris a hundred times already."

The coyote doesn't say a thing.  He takes his phone out.  He gives it a few pokes and turns it around to show me.  It's a picture of Vance lying naked on a bed.  Vance is about 4 inches taller than I am.  His cock is out of his sheath, and he's big.  His cock looks to be at least 10 inches long.  Proportionately he's on par with my Brother.  I'm sure Vance would come close to matching Zack if he were the same height.  

He puts it away and says, "He's not as muscular as you are and definitely not as big as Zack, but he does workout.  He doesn't like showing it, but he really is all muscle.  And yeah, he does have a dragon cock."

I swallow hard and say, "Yeah, I noticed that."

"I'm not sure if we'll go steady or not.  We've only been together for a few months.  Neither of us wants to get too serious in case we're not couple material.  I think for now, we just want to have some fun."

"That's smart.  It'll save you guys some heartache if it doesn't work out.  I kinda get the sense that you're the big dog in charge?"

"Yeah, that much is true.  He's a beta, for sure.  You'd think it would be the other way around, but it's not.  We're still figuring that part out.  What's crazy is I'm a beta too.  It's kinda weird thinking I might be alpha over a guy that big.  For now, all I'll say is felines are crazy in bed." says Brent.

I don't pry any further.  I want to show him my acceptance, but it's best not to be too curious.  I tell him I'm happy for him right before the bell rings.

Later that evening, I told Zack what happened.  He wishes he could have seen the picture of Vance naked, but I can only describe it to him.  Either he's more persuasive, or Vance is more forthcoming.  He got a few more vivid details about their sex life.  Apparently, Vance is a bitter, just like my Brother.  Fortunately, they found that out before they started having sex and not during.  So no one got hurt.

None of the furs from our little group cared that they were gay.  It didn't bother anyone in our little group.  I can't speak for the other students at the school, but it's not our secret to reveal, and so far, no one has let it slip.  It took a few weeks for the novelty of it to wear off.  We all lost interest in the fact that two members of our group were sleeping together.  We continued on like the friends that we'd always been. 

* * *

The days are finally getting longer.  The snowstorms have subsided for the season.  It's April 10th 4999.  More than 3 months have passed, and Brent's and Vance's secret hasn't gone beyond our little group.  I've been thinking more and more about my future, a future where it's just me and my Brother.  We've played with the idea of having sex with other people, but it was just another one of our perverted fantasies.  To us, it would be a fun thing to try, like a new flavor of ice cream.  Unfortunately, having sex with other people would be too risky while we're still living at home, although we have yet to rule it out completely.  We wouldn't feel safe unless we were out of the house, but that'll be years from now.      

I got the idea from my Intro to Coding class.  It was so brilliant I almost couldn't contain myself.  I've always felt like something was wrong for as long as I can remember.  I have never gotten a straight answer from my Mother on anything.  I know she's keeping secrets from us.  There were questions I needed answers to if I was to plan our exit successfully, but there was no way she would tell me.

I planned to break into her computer.  I should have told Zack what I was up to.  But I didn't want to get him involved if it didn't work out.  She keeps her computer locked up almost all the time.  She only leaves it open and unattended when she's getting a shower for work.  Even then, it's not all the time.  Most of the time, she's running late and never even touches it.  She's even worse than I am when it comes to hitting the snooze button.  At least I know where we get it from.

I waited almost 2 weeks for my opportunity.  The shower came on.  I opened the door to her room, and my heart leaped out of my chest.  She left it on and open.  I stick in the thumb drive, and a minute later, I'm done.  I return to my room, and I'm back on my bed, reading as though I had never even moved.

There was no actual hacking involved.  The program was just a remote access program, but it'd let me see everything.  She would never even know it was there unless she knew what she was looking for.  Any tech could find it.  I set my laptop to record everything.  She might see a drop in latency, but it would be negligible.  

I copied everything and kept recording.  I found a document she labeled 'passwords' and thought this was too easy.  I wanted to see what she was up to.  As I suspected, she has no sense of money.  She has a few thousand in the bank, but for the most part, she lives paycheck to paycheck.  She gets $2000 a month in alimony and $1000 for each child.  $4000 a month seems like a lot, but it must mean that our Father makes a lot of money.  $48,000 a year is no small chunk of change. 

I answered most of my financial questions.  It gives me a clearer picture of her and a clearer vision of what's to come.  I read her divorce decree.  Obviously, she got the house etc, etc.  The child support got my attention.  Technically child support will end for me when I turn 18 or graduate from high school.  That'll be a $1,000-a-month pay cut for her, but there's one exception.  She can still collect 50% until the child turns 22, but only if that child is still living at home.  However, the child needs to be either employed or pursuing additional education. 

It's in her interest financially for me to continue living at home.  It means she'll get 4 more years of free money.  I'll keep this info for later in case she tries to make me pay rent which I know she will.  

I dig deeper, going into old folders that haven't been accessed in years.  I've never seen a picture of my Father.  She has reminded me my entire life that it was all his fault.  I'm sure there was enough fault to go around.  I've never believed it was entirely his, although the fact that he abandoned us also says a lot.  I know now that she's a gold digger.  She's never loved us like a mother should.  She's always been more concerned with herself and her ever-shifting desires.  I've been more of a parent to my Brother than she ever has.  She could have at least given us just one picture of our Father, but no. 

I'm sitting at my desk when I hear my Brother's footsteps coming up the stairs.  I yell at him and say, "Hey, Zack come check this out.  I got something to show you."

He's naked, which is typical for a night when our Mother is at work.  He looks over my shoulder and sees the picture on the screen.  He sees our Father for the first time and freezes in disbelief.

The picture on the screen is of a slightly below-average wolf with black fur and golden eyes.  He's standing in front of our house.  He's posing with his arm around our Mother.  He's only a few inches taller than she is.  They look happy.     

"Is that Dad?  Where did you get that?' he asked in total disbelief.

"I hacked into Mom's computer.  I got everything," I say confidently.

"What, no way," he says.  Zack gets his arms around my shoulders and hugs me hard.  He rubs his muzzle against my face like an excited pup.  For a moment, I thought he was going to lift me out of the chair.  "God damn, Alex, and now you're hacking into people's computers!"

I can feel the force of his wagging tail.  He squeezes me over and over.  He's too excited to say anything else as he smothers me.  I know what he's feeling.  Any other partner might be put off by so much affection, but god damn, I love it.  

"I guess we know where we get our black fur and gold eyes from," I say as we stare at the picture on the screen.

"Yeah, and it looks like you take after him.  You know, as far as size goes," says Zack.

I give him an annoyed smile and say.  "Yeah yeah, I know I'm not as big as you."

Zack sits with me as I scroll through more of the pics.  There are pics of the both of us from when we were just pups.  We looked so happy, but it was all an illusion, a trick for our Mother to get a free ride.  

I lost faith in her years ago.  Any remaining hope that Zack may have had in her diminished with every click of the mouse.  Her financials said a lot.  I could see the anger on his face as he realized she was spending the child support on herself and not her sons.  

We already knew why she was going out so much.  I knew it was in there somewhere.  It wasn't that hard to find.  I opened the first folder, knowing what was in it, and instantly regretted it.

"Ah, close it, close it!" my Brother squealed.

I comply with an instant click.  "What the fuck?  There must be hundreds of folders on this thing," I say.

With a disgusted look, Zack says.  "Well, I guess that's one thing we inherited from her."

Neither of us wanted to see her sex life.  Zack didn't have much of an opinion of her to start with.  I knew she didn't like us, but what I found next stunned me cold.  

Out of curiosity, we started reading her messages, and I felt genuinely sick to my stomach.  I don't know who she was messaging, but her contempt and hatred for my Brother and me was clearly spelled out.

{I'd kick them out if I didn't need the money. }

{ And all they do is workout and study.  They even read to each other.  How creepy is that! }

My blood was boiling.  Those were some of the nicer messages.  It was a good thing she wasn't in the house because there was no way I could have held my tongue.  I had to turn it off.  I didn't want to go to bed angry.  I could see the sadness on my Brother's face, which made me even more angry.  

Finding out your Mother genuinely hates you hit Zack harder than it hit me.  Despite her faults, he always believed she loved him.  I could see the devastation on his face.  His sadness began to shift.  I've never seen him so mad before.  I let him cool off for a while before I wrap my arms around him.  "Zack, I know you're upset, I am too, but you have to promise me you won't say anything, alright."

He struggles to get the words out.  "Alright, I won't Alex."

"Don't worry, Zack, you know me.  I always have a plan."

Zack smiles as he knows exactly what I mean.

* * *

It's May 2nd, 4999, and today is my birthday.  I'm turning 18, and in 20 more days, my Brother will turn 16.  Another year and another gift card from our Mother.  Although I learned that none of them had ever been from her.  Since I had full access to her computer, I got to see the truth for myself.  They've always been gifts from our Father.  I'm just surprised she didn't keep them for herself.    

I ordered one thing for myself, and I got one present for Zack.  I planned it so they'll get here when she was sleeping for her job on the night shift.  She'll never even see it.  We get off the bus.  I check the mailbox and find it full. 

"Hey, Zack, could you hold this?" 

He says.  "Sure," as I hand him a package and a few envelopes. 

I slip the other two boxes into my backpack, and Zack smiles at me.  He knows I got him something.  

Neither of us could stand to be in the same house as our Mother after what we had discovered.  She stopped being our Mother after that night.  It felt like we were orphans.  She meant nothing more to us than a common slumlord.  She was dead to us.  It wasn't easy, but we continued on as normal; we had to.  
 
As soon as she left for work, he asked me, "So what did you get me?"

I smile back and say, "Let's go to our little clubhouse and find out."

We have yet to make use of it so far this year.  The snow is finally gone, so there's no concern about being discovered and tracked back to where we live.  I pack up our supplies and the two boxes in my school bag.  We keep our clothes on just in case.

Zack has cabin fever just as bad as I do.  We have plenty of daylight left.  The sky is painted with long streaks of white clouds.  The cool spring air feels refreshing against our fur.  It feels so good to feel the dirt beneath our pads and not artificial flooring.  We're wolves; we can't stop ourselves from sniffing at the scents of spring.  It's early May, and the trees are preparing for summer.  I like this time of the year, as the bugs aren't out yet. 

We scout the area around the abandoned house for signs of it being recently visited.  Everything is as we left it last fall.  We head inside.  The sun is still up, but we have maybe 30-40min of daylight left.  The living room area is filled with the faint scent of dried semen.  We made more than a few messes last year.  I hand the smaller or the two boxes to my Brother.  He rips it open and pulls out 2 large beakers.  

He laughs and says, "Damn, Alex, you really want to see exactly how much I make, don't you!"

"Of course I do.  I want to see how much more semen my giant little Brother makes.  And don't forget you got one more," I remind him.
He rips the next box open, and his eyes widen as he holds up an enormous 18-inch-long canine-style dildo.  "Shit, Alex.  I would never have guessed!"

He sets it down and hugs me, and I hug him back.  He drops his chin onto the top of my head, and I say, "It's good you're not crying this time."

"That's because I know how much you love me," he says.

I hug him as hard as I can and say, "I got the giant dildo so you can experience what it's like to have someone big inside you.  It'll be good to find out if you like it or not.  Also, you can get a better idea of what it's like every time you fuck me."

"Yeah, but it's huge.  I don't think it'll fit."

"You should be able to take 18 inches easily.  You remember what you learned in sex-ed, right?"

"Haha, Yeah.  I guess there's only one way to find out.  Let's give it a try," he says excitedly.

I want to film this, but I don't want us to be distracted.  I want tonight to be about us, plus the sun will be down soon anyways.  We strip off our clothes.  Our jaws lock together.  Our cocks are erect seconds later.  I never get sick of feeling his hard body.  His strength amazes me every time we make love.  We enjoy each other too much to stop.  The abandoned house goes dark, and we continue to make out in the darkness.  I find the small battery-powered lantern and turn it on.  It's on the lowest setting and barely illuminates the room.  We keep it low intentionally.  We can't risk anyone seeing any light coming from the abandoned house.

Nine times out of ten, I fuck him first.  I have to.  He's too rough even when he's being gentle.  Every time he goes first, he drives me so hard that I lose my load.  I can't help it.  He hits everything plus a lot more he shouldn't.  The best thing is when he takes his turn; he hits me so hard I orgasm all over again.  It's not as intense, but it's still a fun ride. 

There's something about fucking someone who's almost twice my size that I can't get enough of.  Zack insists I go first.  I thrust into him as hard as I could.  I tie with him, and soon after, I give his insides another dose of my cream.  He knows when I'm done.  He lays down on the mattress, and together we enjoy the intimacy of being tied.  

I pull out.  My cock comes out with a pop.  It hangs between my legs.  My cock is covered in a thick layer of semen.  Long trails of white slime fall onto the floor.  Zack makes no effort to hold it inside.  More of my load oozes from his hole.  A clear sign that I to am making more than I did a year ago.    

The scent of fresh semen fills the room.  I rise to my feet.  Zack grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer.  I moan as my 7.5-inch cock disappears into his maw.  I don't resist as he licks me clean.
 
Now it's time to have some fun with his new toy.  Zack gets down on all fours.  I got a new bottle of lube just for the occasion.  The only difference is the bottle has a soft narrow tip explicitly made for insertion.  I force the bottle of lube into Zack's tight hole and squeeze.  Now there's more than enough lube inside him for what's about to come.  I apply lube to the massive dildo and say, "You ready?"

"Yeah."

"I know you haven't taken anything close to your own size before.  So going deep is going to feel a bit weird.  The one I got you has a medium hardness, unlike your giant cock, which is as hard as a steal rod,' which elicits a chuckle from him.  'You've never had anything this big inside you before.  Even though it's soft, it will probably hurt a bit.  Just giving you a heads up."

"Okay."

I pulled his wagging tail back and slid the rubbery tip between his ass cheeks.  I push it into his ring and pry him open.  I keep pushing, and the diameter of the toy quickly increases. 

He moans and says, "Holy shit Zack you feel this every time."

"Yeah, but I'm used to it.  You aren't."

"Ahh fuck, keep going," he moans.

I comply, and a few more inches of it disappear inside him.  It's really starting to open him up now.  His ring is beginning to redden.  His tail twitches as his anus tries to crush it.  I give him more.  The toy forces his muscular buttocks apart.  I feel resistance.  I pull it back and push it back in just a little deeper, and he moans.  The resistance grows.  I pull it back out and apply more lube.

I start again.  It will take some convincing to get his anus to stop fighting.  I push it in right up to the thickest part of the shaft and leave it there. 

"Ahh fuck Alex, it really does hurt.' He groans and continues, 'It hurts, but fuck me, it feels so good.  I can't believe you can take me so easily."

"Well, that's because you've stretched me out so much.  My insides know better than to get in your way when you're coming."

He laughs at that and says, "Ahh, man, it feels like my hole is on fire.  Keep it there.  I need to get used to it."

I slap his ass, and he yelps.  I laugh and say, "Don't worry, little Bro, I think I know how to take a big cock."

I hold it there until his ring stops constricting in protest.  I continue deeper and give his insides something to fight against.  I push it up to the knot and stop.  I ask, "It's up to the knot.  So how's that so far?"

"It feels like it's inside my stomach.  Does it feel like that when I fuck you?"

"Every time, and I love it.  You ready for the knot?"

"Yeah, keep going."

I have to put my shoulder into it to get it in.  I can only imagine what kind of strength someone with an 18-inch cock might have.  Just like a wolf, the canine dildo has more shaft after the knot.  The toy ends with a broad base.  I thrust it into him, and he groans.  His cock bobs up and down, and I can smell pre leaking out of him.  I keep it up until it slides through him with relative ease.

I slap him across his ass one more time and say, "So, how does that feel?  You think you might like to get fucked by someone your own size?"

Zack gets to his feet with the massive dildo still inside him.  I can see the shape of it pushing outwards against his bulging abs.  He rubs his belly, and I can see it, too.

"Ahh, holy fuck, this thing is so big I can feel it pushing my stomach out."

I slide my hand over his belly, and he's right.  The bulge isn't that profound, but it's there.  

"Holy shit Zack.  How does it feel?"

"You know, I'm starting to see why you like my giant cock.  Damn, Alex, you really do know how to pick the best gifts.  I can only imagine what it's like for you when I'm inside you."

"Having you inside me is definitely something that's for sure.  So do you think you would let a big guy fuck you?"

"I don't know, maybe if he were a beta."

"And speaking of getting up inside me, I think it's time for my little Bro to take his turn," I say.

With his toy firmly lodged inside him, we go back to rolling around on the mattress and grinding against the furniture.  I get down on all fours and invite him to mount me.  He takes a position from behind me.  He pulls my tail up, and I feel his nose against the back side of my balls.  He licks the semen from my balls and works his way backward.  His tongue slides over my taint.  He grips my ass and pries my ass cheeks apart.  I feel his nose again right before his tongue slides up my crack.  The mattress shakes under his weight as he adjusts his footing.  He licks my anus like a real wolf, but unlike a real wolf, he goes inside.  His tongue is smother and smaller than his cock.  Essentially the tongue is just one big muscle, and I can feel it.  I feel his fangs against my ass as he goes as deep as he can.

My Brother pulls back and lubes up his massive 13.5-inch cock.  It takes him a minute to put the rubber sheaths on his claws, and lastly, he pops the bite guard in his mouth.  He gets on top of me again and mounts me like an alpha wolf.  His muscular arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into his crotch.

I can't believe we've been having sex for almost a year and a half, and we're still finding new things to try.  The tip of his cock is at my back door.  He knocks and lets himself in.  I've had more than enough practice.  I can take him with ease, and he knows it.  He lays his chest against my back.  His arms wrap around me.  His legs squeeze me like a vise.  He rubs his muzzle against the side of my face.  I present my muzzle to him.  I shower him with all my affection from such a vulnerable position.  His tail wags even harder as he licks at my muzzle.  

Doggy style is one of his favorite positions.  I have to admit that it's mine as well.  He likes it because it lets him know he's bigger than the wolf beneath him.  He enjoys fucking guys smaller and weaker than himself; that's what he likes.  The reason why I enjoy having sex with him so much is he cares about my experience just as much as his own.  I guess that's the difference between sex and love.  If he didn't love me, he would have finished and fallen asleep half an hour ago.  I like him for the opposite reason.  I want to be dominated by someone bigger and stronger than me.  I guess we're just made for each other. 

Zack gives me what I like.  He lets me feel his greater size.  He flexes his arms, and I feel his biceps contort against my sides.  The muscles on his chest ripple, and I can feel the force of all that rippling muscle against my fur.  The mattress shakes as he adjusts his footing, reminding me that he has me surrounded on all sides.  He gently claws at my chest and shoulders.  The rubber sheaths on his claws are the only thing that keeps him from pealing my skin back.  He nips at my neck, a sign that he's about to start thrusting.  

He starts slower than usual.  The giant toy inside him is no doubt taking some getting used to.  He starts to pick up some speed.  For now, I can hold my position.  I knew he'd be gentle tonight.  Receiving a thoughtful gift sets the mood.  Although I'm sure it'd be different if I had gotten him a thoughtless gift card. 

His thrust picks up both speed and power.  I struggle to keep myself from being bowled over.  Sex with my Brother is almost as much of a workout for me as it is for him.  He bites my shoulder.  His grip tightens.  He drives his massive knot into me in one forceful thrust.  He kneads my shoulder with his jaws over and over while his knot expands.  I always love this part.  The brief intermission where he locks himself inside me.  The rigidity of another male dominating my softer insides and knowing the whole time the invader is my little Brother.  I can feel the burning heat from his cock each and every time, and then his knot starts to swell.  It pushes my inside apart.  I love the thought of his lupine penis growing to its full size inside me.

Zack licks at my neck.  He lets his full weight fall on top of me.  He's heavy as fuck.  He hugs and releases me, only to hug me harder the next time.  He's more sensual than usual.  This is a nice change from his wilder side.   

His weight shifts to one side, and he pulls me down with him.  He lays on his side and holds me against his chest.  He wraps his arms and legs around me and cuddles me like we usually do after we've finished having sex.  

Zack runs his larger muzzle along the side of mine and says, "God, Alex, you are perfect."

I squirm.  He takes the hint and softens his grip.  I twist my shoulders, get an arm around his neck, and say, "I know, and I love you too, Zack.'

I lick his lips, and he lets my tongue inside his mouth.  He slowly bucks his hips into me as our sharp teeth bang into one another.  He puts his arm in front of me and makes a muscle.  I squeeze his huge rounded bicep.  He relaxes and does it again.  

'You know Zack, I love saying this to you.  I know you'll be 16 in 20 days, but your body and all your muscles are absolutely stunning.  Your definition is about as perfect as you can get.  You really got your proportions nailed down.  I think it's time to start working on your mass again."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.  And just for you, I'll put on a hundred pounds before I turn 17."

I swallow hard at the thought of him adding 100 more pounds to his already overly muscled frame.  "I think we'd both like that."

Zack cuddles with me while he slowly thrusts into me.  I like it all, rough and soft.  Tonight is less about our physical connection and more about our emotional bond.  We both feel it, the pure joy of being together.  

I don't know what the time is.  I'm certain this is the longest we've spent together, and we aren't even done yet.  I know when Zack gets close.  His pace quickens right before he climaxes.  He jabs me as he's overcome with one orgasm after another.  I moan with him as he transfers his seed into my body.  I feel the familiar sensation of hot semen gushing into me.  His knot is like a dam.  It blocks the exit; it can't escape.  His semen keeps building up inside me.

Zack lasted far longer than I did.  It takes him over 6min to transfer the first 90% of his load.  His climax comes to an end, but he's not done yet.  He's done bitting me and spits out the bite guard. 

He's still a teenager but getting closer to an adult every day.  His power as a male grows with his body.  The older he gets, the longer it takes for his knot to get soft.  He stays on his side and wraps himself around me.  This is where he drains his balls dry.  He spasms every 20 seconds or so and adds a bit more semen to the growing pile. 

We enjoy the moment together.  Him holding me, and me being held.  It's still only May 2nd.  The nights are still cold.  The sun has been down for a while.  I can see my breath in the faint light of the lantern.  The heat from our bodies feels especially comforting against the cold night air.

I don't know if it was because of the toy or not, but he stayed hard way longer than usual.  It already takes him close to 30 min to get soft, but I'm sure it took much longer this time.  There's some flex to his hard shaft.  The stiffness starts to fade, and my insides give a sigh of relief.  I can finally feel his knot getting soft.  My little Brother squeezes me as he pulls his knot out.  My rear is wet.  He aches his back and pulls the rest of it out.  He reaches down and puts his softening cock against my lower back, and returns to cuddle me.

His semen gushes out of me, and neither of us cares.  It soaks into our fur and drenches our midsections and our legs.  Steam rises from his cooling reproductive fluid.  The scent of sex saturates the room.  

He holds me until we start to feel the cold.  I can feel it on my nose and see our breath in the cold air.  I can't wait until the day when we don't have to hide the evidence when we can stay in bed covered in our own mess and worry about it in the morning.  But we can't.  I get up and discover my fur, and his are stuck together.  I peel myself off.  We did make a mess.  We could never do this in our own beds.  The mattress is covered with white cream.  It is protected with a plastic cover, but cleaning it will wait for another day.  We only use it for sex, but still, we don't want it getting to gross.

Zack bends over, and I pull the massive 18-inch dildo out of him.  It takes a minute for his hole to close and his insides to return to their original positions.  We hold each other and kiss.

"Thanks for the birthday gift.  I just wish I could get you something," says Zack

"You're welcome.  And you don't need to get me anything.  I already have the best gift I could ever want."

At that, his eyes start to water up.  I wrap my arms around him, and he cries softly on my shoulder.  

My Brother fights back tears and says, "Well, I almost made it through another birthday without crying."