The Year 5000: Chapter 3: The Solution
By
Varos

The noise that I hate the most assaults my canine ears.  I slap the snooze button to make it stop, only to have to go off again 5 minutes later.  I slap it one more time.  I’m groggy, and I don’t want to get up.  I’m in my younger brother’s bed.  I’m laying on my side.  His chest is pressed against my back, and his arm is wrapped around me.  His muzzle is pressed against the top of my head.  I can feel his breath against my nose.  The fact that he’s bigger than me doesn’t escape my notice.

It goes off again and this time I shut it off and toss the blanket aside.  I put my feet on the wood floor with a groan and say, “come on Zack, you gota put your clothes back on.”

Zack is even worse in the mornings than I am and he mumbles, “ahhh 5 more minutes.”

I don’t say anything and just lick the end of his nose, which causes his head to pop up.  I step back as he slides off of the mattress.  He rises to his feet.  It still amazes me that my younger brother is 6 inches taller than me.  He towers over me, and the size of his muscles is more than intimidating.  It’s a good thing he likes me.  He sighs and puts his shorts and T-shirt back on.  I leave him to fall back to sleep.  I return to my room and climb into a cold bed.  My head hits the pillow.  The blanket gives me a small amount of comfort, but it’s nothing compared to having another wolf to help warm your bed.   

I don’t know how I’ve spent all these years sleeping in a bed by myself.  It feels so empty.  All I want is to feel him next to me, but I know that I can’t.  Our mother will be home from work soon, from her job on the night shift.  It would be one thing if she were to catch me in bed with a male classmate, but it would be something else entirely if she found me in bed with my brother.

She doesn’t know that either of us are gay.  Hell, I didn’t even know that my younger brother was gay until just the other day.  I should have suspected it.  His increasing affections towards me should have been a sign.  I guess I just contributed it to another side affect of our isolation.  That’s just one of the problems with living 30 minutes from civilization.  The only time I get to see my friends is when I’m at school.     

I don’t have any intention of telling her, or even letting her find out accidentally.  I may have been okay with it before, but not now.  I’d tell everyone if it was just me, but it’s not just me anymore.  I have to worry about my little brother now.  Physically he can take care of himself, but there’s more to life than being able to win a fight.  And then there’s the increased scrutiny it would put us under.  She’d watch us like a hawk.  I wouldn’t doubt that she’d put up hidden cameras just to find out if we were doing things we shouldn’t.

I make a mental note to have a talk with Zack about it when I get up, and I let myself fall back to sleep.  It feels nice to wake up naturally, and fully rested.  Sunday mornings are nice because I don’t have to go to school.  Only now I have a problem that I didn’t have before.  My mother is done with work for the week.  It means that my brother and I wont have the opportunity to fool around much, if at all.

I knew it was going to suck and I was right.  My brother and I acted like it was just a normal Sunday.  Sundays is her recovery day.  It’s her day to stay home and relax.  She might do laundry or a few things around the house, but mostly she will just veg out.  Her free time is mostly spent socializing online.  I know she’s just looking for hook ups.  It kept her out of the house a lot, so I didn’t really care.  When she wasn’t looking for a new boyfriend she was either buying shit online or vegging in front of the TV.  

School the next day just dragged on and on.  Zack was right about the separation anxiety.  Only now that we’ve had sex with each other it’s become unbearable.  Sitting next to him on the bus helped, but not enough.  It’s not like we can hold or touch each other with all the other classmates around.

The bus pulls away and we’re alone now.  We head into the house through the garage.  We both breath a sigh of relief as we see that her car is gone.  We both know what the other one is thinking.  We hug each other and lock our jaws together.  We separate just long enough to get inside the house.  We check the dry eraser board by the door.  There’s a note from our mom that reads | Went to the store be home around 5. |  

We both rush to our rooms.  We rid ourselves of our backpacks and school cloths.  I rush to my brother’s room and he meets me in the hallway, he couldn’t wait either.  We’re both naked.  He lifts me off of my feet and slams me against the wall.  My arms wrap around his neck and my tongue is down his throat.  He pulls me against his hips and starts to dry hump me.  Feeling him grind against me makes me heat up.  My cock swells to full mast and so does his.

Zack carries me to my room, and gently sets me down on my bed.  He pushes me back onto the mattress and tosses my legs up onto the bed.  He jumps onto the bed and stands over my head.

Zack has a foot to each side of my face.  I’m looking straight up his legs and at everything that’s above that.  Zack smiles as he looks down at me and says, “I just tough I’d let you admire the view.”

“Yeah, well it’s one hell of a view,’ I say as I slid my hands around his shapely calves.  ‘God I really love looking at the muscles in your legs.’

Hearing that my little brother moves to give his older brother a show.  The bed bounces as he casually walks in place.  He stops and rises up onto his toes and tightens the muscles in his legs.  His fur sinks in and pushes out at the same time, as his muscles are tensed.

‘Bro the definition in your legs is totally sick.  It looks like they’ve been shrink wrapped.  And I love all of the bulges from this angle.  And of course I love your balls to.’

Hearing the last bit makes him laugh.  He drops to his knees and puts his giant 12 inch cock on my muzzle which gives me an idea.

‘You know we can’t tie right?  There’s no telling when she might get home.  We probably shouldn’t even be doing this.’  I knew the look of disappointment was coming and add.  ‘How about we suck each others cocks.”

“You sure?  I can take your cock, but are you sure you can take mine?  I mean you’ve seen how much I make right.”

“Yeah, lets do it in the bathroom just incase.”

Both of our tails are wagging, as Zack follows me into the bathroom.  We don’t waste any time.  He gets down on his knees.  I put my smaller 6 inch wolf penis in his face and he takes my entire member into his maw.  His lips close around it.  He grabs hold of my ass and I grab hold of his long pointed ears.  He sucks on it as his head goes back and forth.  He keeps it up until I can’t take it any more.  It’s not as intense as when I fucked him the other night, but it’s far better than jerking off.  I cum over and over, and he sucks down everything that I give him.  I last for several minutes.  Zack swallows what’s left and licks me clean.  

“I can’t believe I just swallowed your entire load Alex.”

“How was it?” I ask.

“Honestly I’m really starting to like having sex with you.  I just wish I had the courage to ask you like a year ago.”

“Were you even ready for sex back then?” I asked.

“O fuck yeah.  I’ve been masturbating since I was like 12.”

“Geez Zack.  I think I started, when I turned 13.  No wonder you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.’  He gives me a worried look and I add, ‘don’t worry I liked the attention.”

I take a moment to wash and residue from my cock in the bathroom sink, before it retreats back inside my sheath.  It’s my turn to get on my knees.  Unlike my brother I’ve got my work cut out for myself.  He’s only 14 years old but his lupine penis is twice as big as mine is at 12 inches long, and with so much girth that it takes both of my hands.  There’s no way I can take the whole thing into my mouth, at least not without a lot of practice.  Maybe some day I’ll have to learn the art of sword swallowing, but not today.  I grab hold of it by the knot.  I cushion it with my tongue as my jaws slide around it.  His cock is burning hot.  I take about half of it into my maw.  It’s so thick it hits the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my cheeks all at the same time.  I close my lips around it and slide my muzzle back and forth. 

I grab hold of his ass, which is nothing but solid muscle covered in fur, and he grabs hold of my ears.  I keep it up.  He tries to remain in place, but occasionally he thrust his hips forward.  I couldn’t stop him even if I tried.  I can sense him getting close.  I try to prepare myself.  I want to take it all, and not just because I want to, but because I can’t let him make a mess.

His semen is just as hot as his cock.  I can feel the force of his ejaculation.  It hits the back of my throat like a blast from a super soaker.  I’ve no doubt that he can shoot it just as far.  I swallow his first shot, but then it starts to fill my mouth.  I gulp it down, and my mouth is quickly filled again.  More of his heavy cream fills my jaws.  I swallow and enjoy the feeling as it warms my throat.  He doesn’t stop.  More of it just keeps coming out of him.  I know he makes a lot but this is ridiculous.  I can actually feel it filling my stomach.  I make mental note to not do this if I’ve already had a large meal.

Zack releases his grip on my ears as I suck the last bit of semen out of his cock.  I lick him clean and suck down the last bits still hiding inside my mouth.  I lick my lips and say, ‘god damn Zack I don’t get how you can be 14 and make that much fucking cum.”

“I guess I just have the genes for it.”

“Yeah I guess you do.  And you definitely have the balls for it.” I say.

“Did you, did you like it?” he ask sounding a bit worried.

I run my hands up his legs.  I look up at him with a reassuring smile as I say, “yeah Zack I loved it.  And don’t worry you taste great.  I’m just amazed I swallowed all of it.  And I think you almost filled my stomach too.” I stop and start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he ask.

“Sorry I just never thought I’d say that to my not so little, little brother.”    

Zack giggles as he realizes how much our relationship has changed in the last few days and adds.  “You know when I had sex with you I didn’t have an erection when I woke up.’

I just give him a curious look and he explains, ‘it felt so good.  It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.  Except for when the part when alarm clock went off.  Normally I’ll jerk off when I get a shower before going to bed, but it’s never good enough.  I’m still horny as fuck the next morning.”

“When did you start to feel horny again?”  I ask.

“Around noonish, but it was so nice being able to sleep through the night.”

“Well I’d give you a good night sleep every day if I could.”

“Yeah I know.  There’s really nothing we can do when Mom’s home.”

I say in an obvious tone, “Ahh no, at least not when it’s winter.’ Zack stops and gives me a curious look and I add, ‘we can always fuck in the woods when spring gets here.  She’s not going to think anything of it.  We always go for long jogs in the summer anyways.  It’s nothing out of the ordinary.  We’ll have to find a good spot to fuck and hide some lube and everything we’d need to clean up.  But yeah we can totally still fuck even when she’s home.”

“Yeah but that’s like 5 months away.”
				
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Our relationship change that night the power went out.  Having sex broke down the last wall between us.  We didn’t know the other was gay, so there was always a limit on how close we could get.  Over the next few months we started to discover what it really means to be mates.

We’ve always been close ever since we were pups.  I’ve seen how a lot of siblings at school will treat each other.  Some would gladly kill the other if they could get away with it, and it’s not just the carnivores, the hooves can be just as nasty.  There’s other’s like us who love each other, but most fall somewhere in the middle.  They live together more like roommates.  They get along, but don’t really care about each other that much.

I know I’m a nerd.  Most of the time I would rather read a book than watch TV.  I taught Zack how to read and write when I was 10, and he was 8.  He had a harder time back then.  I didn’t even think about it I just started helping him.  Back then I was bigger than he was.  I fell into the role of the big brother without even thinking about it.  I helped him with his schoolwork rather than watching TV or having fun.  That was when we really started to bond.  He needed someone and I was there for him when he needed it.  Back then I never said I loved him, I didn’t need to.  My actions said it for me, and he knew it.  He wasn’t going to get it from our parents, so it was my job to look after him.  That was when we both realized we needed each other.  Our bond steadily grew until it was hard for us to be apart.

Zack started to workout when he turned 12.  Looking back now, I realize why.  His hormones were starting to kick in.  He was acing all of his classes.  I’d given him all the help that he needed.  We outgrew that aspect of our relationship, or so I thought.  We found something new to bond over.  Working out together became our new thing.  I thought that we’d out grown that aspect of our relationship, but I was wrong.  Neither of us realized it, but it turns out we still needed it.
							
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It was a Monday.  Our mother was home.  It was her day off.  She was doing what she usually does, sitting in front of the computer either buying shit she doesn’t need, or looking for a fun time.  Zack finished with his workout and finds me in my room reading a book.  To my surprise he sits down next to me.  I just give him a, ‘what?’ look.

“Hey Alex, will you read to me.  You know like you used to?”

I smile at him and in a normal voice I say, “sure.’ But then I lean into his ear and whisper, ‘3 foot rule.”

He knows the reason why.  He doesn’t say a thing, and just nods.  

I put my current book down.  It isn’t going to do much good starting from the middle.  All the books I’ve read are from the school library.  Most haven’t been checked out in years.  It still feels weird being able to take them home and read them for free.

I grab a new book from the small desk that I use to do my homework.  I return to my bed and put the pillow behind my back.  Zack takes up a spot that’s a respectable arms length away.  I open the book and start to read it outloud.  I haven’t done this in years.  So many feelings come back to me in a rush.  

I knew it was going to happen at some point.  I wasn’t surprise that it took so long.  Eventually our mother heard me talking nonstop and came to investigate.  She opens the door to my room and I flop the book down stop mid-sentence.

“Sorry I just wasn’t sure what you guys were doing,” she says.

“Yeah I’m bored.” says Zack trying to put the blame on himself.

She smiles and closes the door.  I can tell that she just wants to get back to whatever it was she was doing.  

We hadn’t done this in years.  She really didn’t think anything of it, and we knew enough to stay apart, just incase she did get to curious.  That night reignited what I thought was lost.  The next day I was helping him with his schoolwork again like I used to years ago, and surprisingly he was helping me with mine as best as he could.  We would take turns, I would read to him and he would read to me.  We did it simply because we craved each others attention.   We really can’t get enough of each other.  Sometimes after sex we would just lay in bed and read to each other.  The positions we took would always vary, but we were always naked, and sometimes we would hide under a blanket.  

I’m in my bed with my back slouched against the headboard.  Zack is next to me with his head resting on my stomach. I finish a chapter and hand the book over to him.

“I know we haven’t done this in years, but I really like this,” I say. 

“Yeah, me too,” says my younger brother.

“I know we can’t live without each other.  But someday we’re gona be out on our own.  We should start thinking about what that will look like,’ Zack turns and gives me a curious look and I add, ‘I honestly have a hard time being separated from you Zack.”

Zack frowns and says, “Yeah I know, me to.  I get it really bad.”

“Reading a book isn’t work.  It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, I just love being near you.  We should try and figure out what we want to do for work.  I’d love it if we could go to work together.”

I can see him in thought and he adds, “You know it would be so awesome if we could work together.”
												
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April fools came and went.  Except for a few shrinking snowbanks, the snow around the yard had all but disappeared.  The forest that surrounds our house is a patchwork of white and brown.  It’s spring but it’s also mud season.  As much as we wanted to, we’ll have to wait a few more weeks for the ground to dry out.  

Over the winter my brother and I started to brainstorm our future.  We focused more on what we didn’t want to do than on what we did.  We still have some time so it was more about bringing it to the forefront.  We also had sex like crazy, that is when is was safe to do so.  We’re both excited to finally have an excuse to sneak off when our mother is home.  

My brother was right about how his hormones disturbing his sleep.  Masturbating would never drain him completely.  It was only a half measure.  Masturbation before bed would only allow him to fall asleep, but half way through the night he’d be ready to go again.  As lacking as I am compared to him, I also have the same problem.  

We had to sneak around a lot when she was home and not at work.  We would suck each other off whenever she would go out.  It was our only real option.  We could finish quickly and without any of the messy cleanup.  We just couldn’t risk having her come home and finding us tied together.

We would both count down the minutes with anticipation until she would head off to work.  We would be tearing each others clothes off the moment her car would vanish from sight.  It didn’t matter if it was the weekend or a school day, we’d tie whenever we got the change.  The only down side is there wasn’t much time for foreplay on school nights.  We still had to get up for school in the morning.  Tying during sex was the only thing that gave us the relief that we needed to get a restful nights sleep.               

Neither of us stopped growing during the last 4 and a half months.  I gained close to an inch in height, while my little brother grew 2 more inches.  This moment in our lives wont last for ever, and I don’t plan to let it go to waste.  I’ve told Zack that we need to enjoy this moment of our lives as we both come of age and transform into adults.  I want us to enjoy the experience together.  I want to help him and I want him to help me.

Zack was already bigger than me when we started having sex.  I also wasn’t shy about telling him that I want him to get even bigger.  He was surprised at first.  I think he thought being 6 inches taller was enough.  Now he’s 7 inches taller than me, and still growing.  By the end of the year he’ll easily surpass me by 8 inches.  He likes the idea of getting even bigger, just as much as I do.  He can’t control his height, but he can control how much muscle he adds to his skeleton.  

Before I found out my little brother was gay, he would  workout between 20-30 hours per week.  He put on a lot of muscle with that routine.  But now he’s turned up the dial.  Now he’s up to around 40-50 hours per week, and it shows.  He was a lightweight before but he’s quickly moving into medium.  I was pleased with the fact that I managed to gain 10 more pounds myself.  I was more than shocked when Zack step on the scale and I see 160 pop up on the readout.  It was incredible, he’d gained 20 pounds of muscle in just shy of 5 months.  He’s close to being twice my size.  The fact of which he keeps reminding me.

I want to believe that I can get as strong and as muscular as my little brother.  People in the media will tell me that all I need to do is put in the effort.  For some that’s true, but for people like me that’s a huge pile of bullshit.  The mass majority of furs are naturally fit, I’m lucky that I’m at least one of them.  Others aren’t as fortunate.  It really comes down to what your ancestors were made for. 

I often wonder what gene model it is exactly that Zack inherited.  Are his superior genes from a military model?  Or maybe one of our ancestors was created to be a professional sports star.  I have no idea.  Whatever he has it lets him build muscle like he’s taking steroids.  The biggest reason it’s bullshit is the kind of muscle he has.  Pound for pound he has more than double the strength of someone without his superior genes.  His strength along is enough to set him apart from your average fur, but that’s not his only advantage.  He can workout from sun up to sun down and not get tiered.  If I did that it’d probably kill me.  I could over come my deficiencies with steroids and other drugs, but that only creates other problems.  Even if I managed to somehow match him in weight, pound for pound he’d still be at least twice as strong as I am.  I don’t know where Zack gets it, but it’s definitely not from our mother.  I was 4 when our father left us.  I don’t know enough about him.  It could be from him but I kinda doubt it.  All I know for sure is, somewhere in our ancestry we have a relative with the best genetics that money can buy.  No matter what they say about willpower, it will only get you so far. 

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Just like so many times before the bus pulls to the side of the road and we get off.  We head inside and we dawn our workout shorts and T-shirt.  There’s a chill in the air and we both grab a light sweatshirt.  We leave a note for our Mom telling her we went out for a jog.  It’s unlikely she’ll wake up to see it, but it’s what we’ve always done in the past.  

It’s Friday night, and she has to work tonight.  We can have sex after she’s gone.  Today we’re on a mission to find a safe place in the woods where we can be alone with each other and not get caught.  I’ve been thinking about it for the past few weeks.  I’ve kept it to myself.  I didn’t want to get my brother’s hopes up.  I grab a crowbar as we exit the garage, and without fault Zack ask me, “what’s with the crowbar.”

All I say is, “you’ll see.’ He gives me a curious look, but I just keep walking.

We head to the backyard and keep going.  There’s no leaves on the trees yet, so we can still see the house as we find the old trail.  In the summer you can’t see it at all.  I turn to my right and head north.  Any place that we can hide to have sex will need to be a good distance from the house, so we keep walking.  

There’s nothing special around us, but I come to a stop anyways.  Zack looks confused as I say, ‘do you remember that abandoned house up the road?”

He puts 2 and 2 together and says, “yeah.”

“Well I want to check it out,” I say as I mischievously smack the crowbar against my palm.

His ears perk up and he follows me through the trees.  We can barely make it out.  The forest has reclaimed the backyard.  Trees have grown right up to the back of the house.  Even I have to admit that it doesn’t look very promising.  Some of the new trees are at least 3-4 inches thick, which means it’s been abandoned for a long time.

“How long has it been abandoned?” Zack ask.

“Ahh 10 years,” I say without hesitation.

“Wow really.  Wait how do you know that?”

“I looked it up.”

We walk around the property and scoop it out first.  The bright red | NO TRESPASSING | signs are so old they’ve turned pink.  The driveway is just as over grown.  You would need to cut the trees down if you wanted to get your car into the garage.  Every window and door was nailed shut with plywood.  The backdoor of the garage seems like the best place to break in.  I hook the crowbar into the sheet of plywood and it disintegrates as I apply pressure.

“Wana help me pull it off?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says as he grab hold of the other end. 

Together we rip it off and set it aside.  I grab the knob.  It’s locked, but it’s no match for the crowbar.  It’s a standard 2 car garage.  Completely empty.  I break into the house. 

I step over the threshold and I immediately start wheezing and spiting as I get a face full of spider webs.  “God damn spider webs,” I say as I pull the sticky threads from my fur.

The door leads into the kitchen.  The layout is eerily similar to our own house.  The windows are boarded up, but just enough light sneaks in through the cracks.  We explore the house and sure enough the layout is exactly the same.  The furnace along with all of the copper piping was stolen long ago.  Everything is covered with a thick layer of dust.  Dead flies and ladybugs litter the floor, and they crunch when we step on them.  The only thing that was left behind was a large rubber trash can, a broom and dust pan, which I thought was perfect.

“It needs to be cleaned up a bit, but this will be better than fucking in the dirt,” I say.

“I think it’s perfect,” says Zack.

“Yeah we can turn it into our own privet club house.  I wasn’t sure if this would pan out or not.  But I also have another idea.  Tomorrow is spring clean up day.  It’s the one time a year when people can put out their unwanted furniture and the town will pick it up for free.  There’s a mattress and some other junk piled up down the road.  I want to check it out tonight.  And if it’s in decent condition I want to bring it here.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

We returned home.  Mom was still sleeping and was none the wiser.  We went about our routine as normal, while we waited for her to leave.  We eat and take our supplement.  We get started with our evening workout.  After a few hours I’m done.  My entire body has felt the burn and then some.  I could go up stairs, but instead I take a seat at another bench.  It looks like I’m working out, but I’m not.  I just sit and enjoy the show.  Zack sees me staring at him and can’t stop smiling.

Our Mom yells down to us, “I’m off to work,”

Both of us in unison yell back, “okay.”

The basement is deep I have to stand on one of the benches to see out the window.  Zack on the other hand is just tall enough.  We both watch as her car disappears from sight.

I wrap my arms around my brother’s neck and ask, “so do you have any preferences.”

“I kinda have a weird idea.”

“Okay.”

“I’d like to see exactly how much I make.”

I laugh as I say, “you mean you want to see how much more semen you make compared to me?”

“Well I just want to remind you who’s bigger,” says my little brother.

I laugh again and head up stairs.  We start looking through the kitchen for something that would work. 

“This is perfect,” I say as I hold up a pair of half yard beer glasses.  They must have been from our parents younger days.  I’d guess that they’re at least 24oz or more, but they’re more than big enough.

“I don’t think we need ones that big.” says Zack.

“Well no I don’t expect you to fill it.’ I stop and give him a toothy grin as I add, ‘at least not yet, maybe in a few more years.  It’s going to be hard to get the angle just right.  Plus your going to need to keep you cock in it while your cumming otherwise it’s just going to spill out everywhere.”

“Humm good point.”

“But first lets make out until we’re right on the edge of popping.”

We’ve had over 4 months to practice.  We know what to do now.  Our clothes are off in the next few seconds.  Zack scoops me up and holds me against his chest as he carries me into my room.  He lays me down gently on the bed.  When it comes to sex we’re still experimenting, but I can read his mood quite well now.  When he’s like this, it means he wants it soft and sensual.

He gets on top of me.  I run my hands over his well muscled chest as we kiss.  Our long canine tongues twist together.  Our cocks emerge from inside our sheaths and swell to their full sizes.  Zack’s cock has grown with the rest of his body.  He’s only gained about half an inch, but it’s noticeable.  I have no doubt he’ll have a 13 inch cock by the end of the year. 

I don’t hide it as I worship his body.  We both know that he’s the beast in the relationship.  He’s only going to get even larger and more powerful as time goes on, and we both know it.  I know he likes his status way more than he lets on.  We’re mates now.  It’s my job to give him what he wants.  It’s fortunate that it’s exactly what I want to. 

We role around on the bed, and let the passion between us build.  Like a wolf I lick various parts of him and he licks various parts of me.  He’d flex and I’d be there to grope him and tell him how big that particular muscle has gotten.  I can tell that he loves it when I stroke his ego, which is why I do it.  I lube up both of our cocks.  For once we don’t say much.  I role Zack onto his back and his softer side lets me pin him down.

My tail swishes back and forth.  I smile at him as I impale myself onto his cock.  I take it all the way right up to his knot and say, “you know your cock doesn’t hurt me any more.”

“Really, not even a little?”

“Nope not even a little,’ I say with confidence as lay on top of him and snuggle against his chest.  Then I add, ‘But when we first started it hurt like hell.”

“Like a lot?” he ask sounding worried.

“At first yeah.  O, don’t worry I liked it.’ I say trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.  ‘You know watching you grow and put on all that muscle has been incredible.  But best of all is finding out my little brother has an alpha cock.  Sure stretching me out hurt for a while, but it was only fun because I knew it was attached the best brother ever.’

At that Zack hugs me a little tighter as I continue.  ‘But don’t worry all I feel now is the most intense pleasure you can imagine.  And your cock really is huge Zack, so it goes in deep.  I love feeling you thrusting into me.  Feeling your strength gets me so hot.  And I absolutely love it when your knot goes in.  But what I love the most is knowing that I’m having incest with my little brother.”

Zack chuckles to himself and adds, “yeah we’re really going overboard on the incest part aren’t we.”

“Speaking of,’ I say as I start to ride his cock.

I’ve had over 4 months of practice.  I know when he’s close.  I take him right to the edge and stop.  We trade positions and he does the same for me.  I lay there looking up at my overly muscled 14 year old brother as he lowers himself onto my bright red cock.  He’s always taken it with ease, I’ve never been big enough to hurt him.  It’s such a joy watching and feeling his overly muscled body in action.   

‘I’m not sure how well this is going to work.  I should go first just incase it doesn’t,” I say.

Zack knows why and doesn’t complain.  I get on the floor and get down on all fours.  There’s no way I’m doing his over my bed.  My cock is angled downwards.  He grabs the giant beer glass and gets behind me.  He shoves the glass onto my cock with one hand and starts to jerk me off with the other.  It doesn’t take much.  I start to cum and the glass begins to fill.  I keep going until I’m completely drained.

I get up and Zack holds up the tall beer glass to show me the results.  The inside of the glass is covered with wolf semen and it slowly slides to the bottom.  It isn’t exactly a beaker.  There’s no measurements on the side.  I’d guess that it’s about 2 inches deep, so maybe about 4 ounces.

Zack sets it on my dresser.  And now it’s my turn to collect his seed.  We trade positions.  It’s fortunate the mouth of the glass flares outwards like funnel, because his cock is to wide to fit all the way inside.  I hold the glass up to his penis and start to stroke him.  His cock is so thick that I can’t get my hand around it.  Like always his cock is burning hot.  I did my job well.  His first orgasm comes almost immediately.  I can feel fluid shoot up the length of his cock.  I wedge the glass against his cock like a cork in a bottle.  It was a good thing to, because the force of his first ejaculation comes out with so much force that it splashes all the way to the top.  If I hadn’t it would have gone all over the floor. 

My little brother can orgasm for 5 minutes or more.  It’s a good thing I workout, otherwise my arm would have gotten tiered.  There’s no pressure on his knot so it doesn’t swell.  He’s not going to cum for the extra 20 minutes he normally would if he had tied.  This is the problem with masturbation.  It’s just how a male canines genitals work.  You just can’t unload that last bit if you don’t tie.  Your never drained completely, and your balls are back to full in almost no time at all.

He finally stops.  I can’t believe it, the glass actually has some weight to it.  I retrieve the glass from between his legs and hold it up.  I knew he made a lot, but I wasn’t prepared to see the results.  The inside of the glass is coated in a thick layer of semen.  There’s more white than clear as it oozes to the bottom.  I hold it up and both of us stare at it in disbelief.  I set Zack’s sample next to mine.  There’s a stark difference between the two glasses when seeing them side by side.  The volume of semen in his glass is easily at least 3 times what’s in mine.

“God damn Zack I knew you made a lot, but that’s crazy.  There must be at least 12oz in that thing, and your not even fully grown yet.  At this rate you’ll be able to fill a gallon jug.”

“Yeah well I do have some enormous balls,” says my little brother as he shakes his hips at me.

“Yeah I’ll say, especially for a 14 year old.  I mean come on Zack.  Both of my balls could easily fit inside just one of yours with room to spare!”

“Maybe that explains why I’m so big, and why I keep putting on so much muscle.”

“I think your genes made your body big, and your balls big, and gave you super muscles.”

Zack stares at me with a satisfied smile on his face.  I love stroking his ego.  There’s no way I’d do it if he were an asshole.  I can see it on his face.  The confidence boost that it gives him.  He wants to feel masculine.  He wants others to acknowledge his prowess as a male, and especially me.  I also love that it feeds into his caring and protective nature.  We both know that he’s far more physically powerful than I am.  I’ve no doubt that he could rip me to pieces if he wanted to.  I’m more than happy to let him have that position in our relationship.  

My plan was to shock him and it worked brilliantly.  Without saying a word I grab the fuller of the 2 glasses and chug the entire contents in one long gulp.  His jaw drops as he watches 12 ounces of his semen disappear down my throat.  It shouldn’t be that much of a shock.  It’s not like I haven’t consumed his entire load before.  I guess it’s different seeing someone chug a glass of it.

I stick the glass in my jaws and tilt my head back.  My tongue surges up and down, as I try to lick it clean.  

“God damn Alex.”

“What I’ve sucked your cock lots of times,’ I say as I hand him the other glass.

Zack takes the glass and looks at it.  He stares at the white contents and hesitates for a moment.  He takes a deep breath and pours it into his maw.  He swallows a few times and it’s gone.  His tongue reaches deeper into the glass than mine did.

‘We’re gona have to make sure these are really clean before we put them back in the cabinet.”