The Year 5000: Chapter 5: Our Summer Job
 By
Varos

Yet another year of school comes to an end, and so starts another summer.  It’s June 6st 4998.  Mine and my brother’s birthdays were last month.  I’m 17 now and my not so little, little brother is 15.  Unlike a lot of other furs, I’m actually looking forward to the next school year.  I’ll be a junior and my brother Zack will be a freshman, which means we’ll be in highschool together.  We’ll get to see each other more often.  Unfortunately there’s still the money problem.  We each got a $300 giftcard for our birthdays.  It’s more than enough to buy sex supplies for a year, but there’s other things that we both want too.  Like for one, I’m gonna need a car in a few years.  I got my drivers license almost a year ago, but I’ve yet to make any use of it.

We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, we both know that.  Lately I’ve been wondering what that’s going to look like.  I’ve tossed the idea his way a few times.  Neither of us can stand to be away from the other for more than a few hours.  I don’t think either of us wants to live the rest of our lives where our jobs force us apart.

I’m to smart for my own good.  I know I need to start planning now, for the day when I’m cast out on my own.  I need money that’s mine.  I did ask my mother for one thing for my birthday.  When I asked her, she had a look on her face like her brain had just glitched out.  I asked her for my own bank account.  It didn’t cost her anything, other than some of her time and a bit of fuel. She took me and my brother to a local bank in the city south of where we live.  I made sure Zack got his own account to.  One of the account managers was nice enough to help us with setting everything up.

Once we were alone I told Zack my plan.  He already knew I had asked our mother about the prospect of getting a vehicle.  She told me she’d pay for half of it, if I payed for other half, hence the need for money.  In truth it would really be our fathers money, not hers.    

It didn’t take me long to find us a summer job.  It was exactly what you would expect for someone who lives out in the sticks.  The posting was for basic laborers for a tree cutting service.  The best thing was the address for the business was only a short 5 min drive from the house.  I called up the owner and set up an interview for tomorrow.  I told Zack about it.  He was more than eager to get a job as well, if only to keep us from being apart for the summer.  

The owner’s name is Oliver.  He said he’d meet us at our house tomorrow morning.  He didn’t seem phased by the fact that neither of us has a vehicle.  I assume he was accustom to his workers being without transportation.  We both waited at the end of the driveway for him to show up.  He showed up about 15 minutes late, it’s not a big deal if you exclude the fact that he only lives about 5 minutes north of us.  A large white truck pulls up to the end of the driveway.  A green business logo of,
| Oliver’s Tree Service | 
is painted on the side.  The door opens and out steps a hoof.  He has brown fur and a black mane, most likely a morgan horse.  He’s huge, he has to be at least 7 and a half feet tall.  It’s his day off.  He’s wearing a plain grey T-shirt and shorts.  He’s heavily muscled, but he has a bit of a beer gut, which suggest that he might have either let himself go or maybe he’s a drinker.

“So you must be Alex, and you must be Zack,” says Oliver as he extends his hand to my younger brother.

“Actually I’m Zack.  It’s nice to meet you,” says Zack as he shakes the huge hoofs hand.

I see the confusion on his face as he says, “I thought Alex is the older one.”

“Yeah he is,” says my brother innocently as he gestures towards me.

It dawns on him that the smaller one is actually the older one.

“Ahh sorry,’ he says as he shakes my hand.  ‘So first off call my Olly.  How are you guys at doing hard work?  This isn’t an easy job.  There’s a lot of heavy lifting and it’s hard work all day long.”

“Well I can bench about 140, and Zack can bench about 240,” I say with confidence.	

He looks surprised when I said the 240, but then he gives us a second look.  He scans me quickly, but he takes a moment longer with my brother.  His build shows even through his baggy shirt and shorts.  I see it dawn on his face as he realizes just how big the black wolf in front of him really is.  It’s not the full picture, but it’s more than enough to let him know that I’m telling the truth.

“Still, it’s hard work, but if you can lift that much then you shouldn’t have any problems.  Only there’s one problem,’ he says with a pause.  ‘I can’t hire Zack he’s to young.’

Both of our hearts sink at the same time but then he adds, ‘but ya got 2 options.  Alex I can hire you the legal way, with all of he paperwork etc.  Or I can hire the both of you and pay you under the table.  I’ll just say it.  It’s not legal.  So if it’s going to be a problem with your parents then Zack will just have to wait until next year.”

“That wont be a problem,” I say confidently.

“Well, none the less.  If it does, I’ll have to let you both go.’

I just node my head as he continues.  ‘That being said I’ll have to pay you in cash.  I’ll pay each of you 10% of what I make on a job.  So the harder you work the more jobs we get done, and more jobs equals more money.  So how much you make will depend on how hard you work.”

We talk for awhile longer.  Mostly about what the job entails.  He moves onto his list of rules.  One of which was no phones.  I mention that nether of us have a smartphone.  At first he couldn’t believe it.  I had to reassure him that it was the truth.  Our mother didn’t believe we should have one.  He looked relieved.

Cutting down trees and removing them.  Sounds pretty simple, but not the kind of work everyone wants to do.  He drones on for a bit about how he can never find good help.  He either ends up firing them because they can’t physically do the work, or they just never show up again.  I think he was preparing us for the inevitability that this may not work out.

We start on Monday.  This is the first job for the both of us.  I didn’t sleep well that night despite relieving the pressure with Zack earlier in the evening.  He couldn’t text us as neither of us have a cellphone.  He called on the house phone and said he was on his way to pick us up.  It’s 9am on a Monday.  It feels so weird not being in school.

Olly pulls up to the side of the road in an old linemen’s utility truck, and towing a large trailer.  It’s the kind that has the robotic arm mounted on the top of the truck, with the person size bucket attached to the end.  I open the door and he tosses out 2 tan colored T-shirts with the company logo printed on the front and back.  

“Here you’ll need to put those on.  I guessed at your sizes, but they should fit yeas,” says the huge brown hoof.

We rush back to the house and dawn our work shirts.  They fit well.  They aren’t baggy and are a bit more revealing than what either of us are accustom to.  It’s to late to complain about it now.  We climb into the truck and head south.  It’s a single cab.  I’m stuck in the middle.  Not much I can do about it.  It’s not like I can drive to the job site.  

We both found out the hard way that Olly is a talker.  We were a captive audience.  As soon as he started I could tell that he doesn’t socialize that much, and it turns out I was right.

“Yea, the kids are all grown up now.  They moved out years ago.  I only see them maybe once a year if I’m lucky.  It’s just me and the wife now.  I’m 54, I could retire if I wanted to, but then I’d never get away from her.  Probably why I drink to much,’ he laughs at his own misfortune.  ‘Nag, nag, nag.  The only reason I work, is to give myself some peace and quite.  Don’t worry, you guys will find that our some day,” he jokes as he gives me a nudge with his elbow.

Olly didn’t stop talking, and it wasn’t like we could just politely excuse ourselves.  It felt weird and bit inspiring to hang out with an older male.  I could tell that he was trying not to, but his experience as a father hung over us.  He talked to us as though we were his kids.  I’ve never been around a father figure before.  It as only a brief example, but it gave me a better sense of how things might have been.  I know we come from a broken home.  I’m so grateful that my younger brother and I are best friends.     

We were the first real company Olly had since last summer.  I felt bad for him.  It’s a 30min drive to the city.  It’s the same route we take to and from school every day.  We go south for another 5 minutes and west for another 15 minutes.  We pull into a more affluent neighborhood and pull up to an enormously large house.  The owners aren’t home.  Olly sends the husband a text and gets the final okay to get started.

The client bought the house last fall.  It’s one of the biggest houses I’ve even seen.  I’d guess that it’s at least 10,000 square feet or more.  The 4 bay garage makes it look even more impressive.  Someone has some serious money.  They’ve been on the wait list since last month.  They want every tree in the yard cut down, 12 in total.  Olly gets started.  He disconnects the trailer and pulls the truck into the yard.  The plan is to start in the back and work his way to the front.  The back of the house is just as ritzy as the front.  A stone patio runs along the back of the house.  There’s an outdoor entertainment area, complete with an oversize bar and grill.  Comfy chairs are arranged around a cozy looking fire pit.  There’s a huge pool and jacuzzi.  The backyard looks out onto a field that boarders a forest in the distance.  Past that there are some scenic hills in the background.  I can’t help but to feel a little jealous, especially since we don’t even have our own phones.       
									
At this point all my brother and I can do is look up and watch as branches rain down.  The first tree is quickly turned into a giant stick in the ground.  It’s obvious Olly is a veteran of his craft.  
Even with our ear protection the chainsaw is deafening.  Olly holds the giant saw like it weights no more than a broom.  Olly stands in the bucket.  The long metal arm moves him from section to section.  We both stand and watch him work.  The sun reflects of off his glossy brown fur.  His upper body is heavily muscled even for a hoof.  Hoofs are generally among the strongest of furs and it shows.  I’ve no doubt my brother will be bigger than him some day, but he has a lot of growing to do before that happens.   

The chainsaw roars.  Sawdust sprays out in all directions.  I don’t know what kind of tree it is.  I know it’s not a maple, oat, or ash, but whatever kind it is, it smells great.  Our wolf noses take in the scent of freshly cut wood.  The tree stands naked without it’s branches.  The trunk is felled in 12 foot sections until there’s nothing but the stump.  Neither me or my brother say a thing.  Without being told we start hauling the branches to the trailer.  We use the branch loopers and scissor saws he supplied us with to cut them down to more manageable sizes.

We fill the trailer twice, and visit the dump twice.  We stop and grab a bite to eat at a local burger joint.  It was a good thing I brought my birthday giftcard with me.  There’s just enough daylight left to clean up the remaining branches, and we call it a day.
					
* * *

The second day was clean up.  The customer paid for the full service.  I got to work raking up the smaller branches and leaves.  Olly and Zack worked together to remove the stumps.  They each use a 5 foot long crowbar.  They started by prying the roots loose.  I got to see the true power of a hoof in action as Olly grabs a stump and tares it from the ground with his bear hands.  1 down 11 more to go.  We were making quick work of it.  I got to watch Zack rip a few of the smaller stumps out of the ground.  I could tell Olly was impressed.  We took the remaining junk wood to the dump and returned to fill in the holes with topsoil. 

Lastly we removed the logs.  Olly tells us he keeps the wood and sells it on the side.  We both watch in disbelief as Olly picks up a 12 foot long log like I would pick up a stick.  We get to work. The trailer is filling fast. 

I hear a car pull into the driveway.  It disappears into the garage.  The owners never even came out to say hello.  I never did see them, although I did observe someone peaking through the blinds from a second floor window.    

The log in front of me looks like it’s going to be to heavy, but I give it a try anyways.  I lift it maybe 6 inches off of the ground and I’m like ‘nope.’  It slams into the ground with a loud thud.  

“Hey Zack, could you help me with this one?”

“Sure.  Let me see if I can get it by myself, ” he says.

I think there’s no way he’ll be able to lift it.  I could barely even budge it.  Zack squats down, and his claws sink into the bark.  The muscles in his forearms throb as he clenches his jaws.  The power of his upper body is on display for all to see.  He lifts with his legs and the log ascends upwards.  Mine isn’t the only jaw that drops.  Olly stops and does a double take as he notices the black wolf hefting the huge log up to his chest.  The blinds jiggle and I realize whoever is watching is enjoying the show.

The job is done, and we leave.  One day their yard was filled with unwanted trees, and the next day they’re magically all gone.  Olly drops us off at home.  The trailer he’s pulling has about a $1000 credits worth of wood in it.  

During the drive home I inquired about the owners.  I was curious as to who was watching us.  He said the husband is a yellow lab.  He never meet the wife.  It wasn’t her project, but he did mention they have a son.  I wonder if he was the one watching us.  

Since Olly likes to talk, he had to tell us a story about the house.  Apparently it has a dark history.  “Yeah I don’t remember exactly.  I think it was like 20 or 30 years ago.  I really don’t remember,’ he pauses in though and continues.  ‘Well anyways.  Apparently the guy who owned the house back then, did a bunch of murders.  Or maybe they think he did?  I’m not sure.  They think he ate a whole bunch of people, but they never found any bodies.”

“I assume they caught him?” I asked

“O, yeah he got caught, but imagine living in a house that was owned by an eater!”

Olly drops us off at the end of the driveway.  He drives off but not before he says he’ll see us tomorrow.

“Well I guess we passed the interview,’ I said.  Zack gives me a naive look and I add, ‘that was the real interview.”

I watch it click as he realizes it for himself.  “Hey, did you notice someone watching us?  Kinda creepy,” says my brother.

“Yeah I did, although he or she was definitely watching you, and not me.’  My brother’s ears dip as he turns and gives me a puzzled look.  ‘O come on now Zack don’t be naive.  Of course he was peeping at you.  Who wouldn’t want to watch all those huge ripped muscles at work.  I know if it was me behind those blinds I would have cummed for sure.”

My younger brother hugs me and lifts me off of the ground as he says, “god Alex your so bad.”

I laugh and he laughs with me, as we head inside.  Our mother’s car is gone, which is no surprise.  She wrote
 | went out |
on the dry eraser board by the door.  We both know what it means.  She’s gone out looking for some bedtime fun.  We don’t know when she left, she could be back at any second.  It all depends on how lucky she is.  If she gets lucky she might not be home until late, or she could return at any moment.

We reek of bug spray and sawdust.  We workout enough to recognize our own unique wolf scent, except today it’s far more potent than usual.  Doing hard labor outside is different than pumping iron in a nice, cool, dry, basement.  It was a semi-cloudy day and it was hot and sticky.  Sometimes I curse my black fur.  

I pull my work clothes off.  It’s to risky to be naked.  I slide my canine feet through the holes of my laz around the house shorts.  I pull it up and snap the elastic band around my waist.  I reach for my shirt when I hear the pads of my brother’s feet approaching my room.  I forgo the shirt for the moment.  His beautiful black fur shows across his muscular chest, but at least he has his shorts on.  He must have had the same idea I do as he tosses his shirt onto my bed.  He picks me up and pulls me against his chest.  I get my arms around his neck and we lock our jaws together.  I can feel wetness on his lips and I realize he’s drooling for some reason.  My tongue slides into my brother’s open maw and I can feel hot liquid everywhere.  I can’t help myself as I scoop it up with my tongue.  I pull it into my mouth and swallow.  I go back for more.  Like a dog drinking from a bowel I lap it up from under his tongue.

Zack realizes what I’m doing and pulls away.  He flashes his long fangs at me, as a devilish smile spreads across his face.  We both know we can’t be wasting to much time.  I have a pop tent in my shorts and Zack’s erection has surged well past the waistband.  I smile as I notice that his shorts can’t contain his wolfhood.

I know I’m a dirty wolf.  I know it’ll be a lot more fun if I embrace it, and even more fun if I share it.  I seductively run my thumb along his lips.  I make a show of licking his drool from my fingers.  My brother hesitates even as I grip his lower jaw in my hand.  He relents and spreads his jaws for me.  I pull his head down.  I get my jaws under his and he finally figures out what I’m doing.  Drool pours out of his mouth and I happily take in into mine.  I make a show of swallowing it noisily.  His drooling fit only lasted for a moment, but it was fun while it lasted.  The look on his face was priceless.

I pull away and Zack surges forward and sniffs at my neck over and over.  “Damn Alex you really are gross,” he says with a chuckle.

“What?’ I say innocently.  ‘It’s just another bodily fluid.  It’s not like I haven’t swallowed a gallon of your jizz already.”

“It’s a shame we have to take a shower,” he says.

“What why, you like the smell of bug spray?”

“No, I like the smell of an older and more mature wolf.  I don’t know what it is about working out in the hot sun, but shit Alex you smell good, and no I don’t mean the bug spray.”

“You know, now that you mention it, I am a bit musky today.  You had better go first before you pop,” I say as I give him an affectionate slap on the ass.

“You know I can’t wait until we get our own place together.  I never realized how much I love your wolfy scent.  And god damn it makes me drool!”

“Yeah that’s my pheramones at work.  That’s why we need to shower.  If we didn’t, people would either be jumping down our pants or they’d be challenging us to fight every day.  It’s just not worth the hassle.  Don’t worry I’ll give your nose a good time once we’re out on our own.’      
I can see Zack running the idea through his brain.  Unfortunately he’s going to have to wait.     
‘Alright you’d better go jerk off.  There’s no telling when she’ll come home.’

Tonight, masturbation is all that we can safely manage.  It’s just to risky when she could come home at any second. We put our shirts on and I say, ‘go ahead, I’ll keep a look out.”

I head for the livingroom and my brother heads for the bathroom.  I stand and keep watch from the front window.  I can hear everything he’s doing as he beats his massive 13 inch cock.  All fur homes have a standard toilet and a wall mounted urinal.  It’s hard to take a piss in a normal toilet when your sheath keeps your cock pointed straight up.  It can be done, but it involves some yoga poses to get the correct downwards angle to hit the bowel.  It can be done providing your not hard, but it’s just a pain in the ass.  And you’d better hope you don’t accidently let go of it once you start.   

Zack doesn’t need to stifle his moans and he doesn’t.  I can hear him licking himself clean.  That’s usually my job.  My brother finishes pleasuring himself and it’s my turn.  The basin is deep, but he still managed to fill it half way to the top.  I add mine to the mix.  I had to flush it 4 times before the walls of the urinal were free of our sticky white mess.
						
* * * 

Olly wasn’t kidding when he said it was hard work, at least it was for me.  I came home exhausted every day.  To my surprise Zack was worn out to.  We still managed in get a workout, but only after we rested for an hour first. 

We worked on Saturday to.  Sunday was the only day Olly took off.  Neither of us had a problem with working 6 days a week.  It wasn’t like we had anything else to do.  On the way home Olly treated us to lunch on him.  It surprised the both of us.

“I just want to let you two know that you’re the best workers I’ve ever had.  You don’t ask questions.  You just do what needs to be done and without having to be told.  You don’t know how refreshing it is, not having to explain how to pick up sticks,” says Olly.    

Both of us were excited to have done a good job.  It felt nice to receive praise for once.  I can’t picture it being complicated for anyone, but then again I think about some of the other furs I go to school with.

Monday was payday.  We did 4 more jobs that week.  I looked up his rates online and did the math in my head and I almost shit myself.  The first job was $5600 for everything.  The other jobs were smaller, but those added on another $9400.  That was $15,000 in total for the week.  That didn’t even include the wood that he kept for himself.  That was about another $2500.  We wouldn’t get any money for the firewood, and I was fine with that.   

I rechecked my math 2 more time and got the same results.  I felt like I was going to faint when I realized we’d each get $1,500.  And it’s tax free since he’s paying us under the table.  Zack’s paycheck and mine together was more than what our mother makes in an entire month.  There’s no way in hell she can find out how much money we’re making.

Olly was true to his word, and then some.  After work on Monday he hands each of us an envelope and says, “I never could have gotten all of those jobs done by myself.  That first job alone would have taken me all week by myself.  I gave each of you a $100 bonus.”

“Thanks Olly, thank you so much,” we both said in unison.

Olly seemed surprised by our politeness and genuine gratitude.  “You know you guys really are the best wolves I’ve even meet.  Alright I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow.” 

Neither of us could believe it, and we both thanked him profusely a few more times, but I think he was more thankful than we were.  After all we did just help him take home $14,300 in one week.

I follow Zack into the garage.  Our mother’s car is there so I know she’s home.  We’re alone.  I stop him and I whisper, “Mom can’t know how much we’re making.”

He whispers back, “what, why not?”

“I’ll tell you later,’ I say as a I start pulling $100 bills from the envelope.  I fold them up and stuff them in my pocket.  I leave just $400 in the envelope.  I motion for Zack to do the same.  He does, but I can tell that he doesn’t know why.

I whisper, ‘if she ask.  Only show her what’s in the envelope.  Hide the rest in your room.  And if she does ask, try and sound disappointed.”

Zack nods his head and I can see him starting to work out my reason for the secrecy.

We enter into the kitchen.  She’s in her room on the computer, doing whatever she does on it.  She emerges from her room to ask, “so how was your first week of work?”

My brother and I both try to sound somber as we reply, “it was ok.”

“Your first paycheck.  Before you know it you’ll be paying bills all on your own.” she says.

I don’t like the implications, but I say nothing as we continue to our rooms and swap out of our work cloths.  I could tell that she was itching to find out how much we had made.  I think even she knew it might be a bit telling if it was the second thing she said to us.  

I was in the basement watching Zack go through his workout routine, when she hollers down to let us know she’s going out.  We both holler back, “okay.”  We both know why.  I watch from the basement window as her car pulls onto the blacktop and disappears from sight.

We could probably get away with tying, but it’s not worth the risk.  I could only imagine her reaction if she came home and found her sons tied together.  Instead I pull my brother’s shorts down.  He struggles to get his shirt over his wide shoulders.  I don’t resist as he removes my clothes for me.  

I can see all 10 of his abs protruding through his black fur.  “God damn Zack I just love your belly, it’s so muscly and so damn cute!”

My not so little, little brother puts his hands behind his head and clenches his mid section.  He likes to showoff for his older bro, and I enjoy giving him the attention that he craves.  He really does have the proverbial washboard abs.  “You mean like this?”

“Hehe yeah, god damn Bro you really are the most hansom wolf I’ve ever seen.’

I listen to him chuckle at the compliment, and I can tell that he really loves my adoration.  I never get sick of seeing his reproductive equipment set between the most powerful canine legs I’ve ever seen.  His cock is inside it’s holder.  Even flaccid his lupine penis is so big that it looks like his sheath is shrink wrapped around it.  I just stare at it.  I don’t even touch him and it begins to swell.  Watching him get hard makes me get hard.

‘God damn Bro, I just love watching your penis grow out of your sheath,” I say.

Zack laughs and says, “haha yeah big Bro, I know you do.”

I watch with anticipation as his maroon red cock keeps growing larger and larger.  His bulbous knot flows up the length of his sheath.  He’s even bigger now than when we had sex for the first time over 6 months ago.  This is what I love about growing up with my bigger and overly muscled younger brother.  I get to watch him transform from a cute pup, to a hansom teenager, and eventually to a powerful adult.  His equipment has grown with the rest of his body.  Now he has 13 inches of meat between his legs.  I can almost hear it creaking as it grows to its full size and hardens.  

I lean back on my hunches, I look up and admire the view above me.  I know it’s not safe to tie, but we should have more than enough time to engage in some entertaining foreplay.  I want this to be fun.  I purposefully take a submissive posture.  I make a show of submitting to the larger alpha wolf.  I whimper like a pup as I scoot forward.  

“Your feet are so cute,” I say as I grab hold of his right foot.  I yank it and he almost topples over.  He catches the wall at the last second and manages to keep himself upright.  He shifts his weight and lets me have his paw.  The larger black wolf keeps his grip on the wall as he balances on one foot.  I ram my fingers between his toes and force them apart one at a time.  I must be doing something right.  I see him quiver from the sensation.  I start with his outermost toe.  I bend it back until I hear a loud crack.  

I watch the breath go out of him, “Ahh fuck, Alex!”

“What, did that hurt?” I ask.

“No, no, it didn’t hurt.  Ahh it just feels so good.  O, my god don’t stop!”

I do as I’m told, crack, crack, crack.  Each time he shudders and moans in pleasure as the joint is snapped.  I massage his pads and crack his toes one more time for good measure.  He gives me his other foot and I repeat the process.  

I love our digitigrade legs.  It gives us the power and agility of a real animal.  It’s something that our creators never had.  I’ve always found human legs to be so dull and boring.  I move up my brother’s ankle, and onto his shines.  I know my brother is a bit vain, and he knows it to.  In truth I love that about him.  I’m lucky because I’m the only one that he shares it with.  It’s my job as his big brother to help look after his mental health just as much as his physical.  If worshiping his body makes him feel better than I’m all for it.  Plus it’s crazy fun to play with him.  We might not be pups anymore, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop playing and having fun with my little bro.  Although now our games have evolved into something a lot more sexual. 

I dig my fingers into his bulging calves as I say.  “God damn Bro you definitely haven’t been skipping leg day have you.  I just love the shape of your calves.”

“Hehe, thanks Alex.”

He offers me his leg and I do my best to imitate a masseuse.  I kneed his caf.  The muscle twitches in my hands as he shifts his weight.  I give him a slap and he offers me his other leg.  He knows I’m working my way towards what’s between them.  We have the time.  I love him to much to rush it.  I work my hands up and down his thighs.  His build is on the high end of a lightweight which is crazy for a 15 year old.  I can’t find a single ounce of fat on his body.  The muscles in his legs are way to pronounced for a teenager.  Each strand of muscle is clearly visible through his short black fur.  Seeing thick cords of muscle pressed together is eye catching.
Even baggy shorts can’t hide the masculine curves of his muscular legs.  His prowess as a male is on display for all to see.

This is why I’m in love with the male body.  It’s the complexity of masculinity.  It’s the way muscles creates details within details.  It’s a body covered in bulges that stand out through fur.  Your mind can’t stop analyzing the size and power of each shape.  You gauge his prowess and feel his allure.  The longer you look the harder it is to look away.  The slightest movement causes each muscle to ripple against the one next to it, and you have to start all over again.  

“Fuck me Zack, this is why I love being your small gay brother,’ I say as I make a show of rubbing his thighs with both my hands and my muzzle.  ‘I can feel the power beneath your soft fur.  Your prowess as a male gets me so hot.  I love every bulge, and every curve.  I need to feel everyone of your ripped muscles.  I can’t keep my hands off of you.  I could just look at your body all day long.” 

“Haha, yeah your pretty lucky aren’t you.’  I can see him smile.  He knows I’m messing with him.  ‘And I like you to Alex, and you know what the best thing is?”

“Ahh, that you belong to me.”

Zack laughs at that, “haha yeah, and don’t forget that I own you,’ he chuckles to himself.  ‘No, it’s because I’m only 15!  And I’m just getting started.  And with help from my big bro I’ll put on even more muscle.  If you thought I was big now, just wait a few years.  I’ll be so big I’ll be able to eat you.  And I love looking at you to Alex.  I like you so much that I even see you in my dreams.”

I can’t help but to feel touched.  “Are they wet ones?” I ask.

“Haha, yeah of course they are.”

“And you know Zack what the best part of growing up with my little bro is?  Is I get to watch you transform into a hyper muscular teenager.  I’m so proud of all the work you put into your body.  You make me feel so special, knowing that I’m the only one you share it with.”

I know how to stroke his ego and I love doing it.  I get the reaction that I was looking for.  Zack laughs at my over the top comments.  He knows I’m playing with him and he likes these games as much as I enjoy play with him.  “Yea I know that’s why I train so hard.  Even though your smaller than me Alex you’ll always be my big brother.  I train hard because I want to impress you.  I want to get these muscles to be as big as I can for my best friend.”

“Haha, and I appreciate that.  And you really are doing an incredible job.  And I do have to say, holy fuck Bro your muscles really are getting so fucking big.  You can’t imagine how fun it is to live in the same house with your best friend and watch his muscles getting bigger and bigger with each passing day.”

“Ahh, Alex you don’t know how much love I hearing you say that.  You really know how to make me feel better don’t you.”

I look up at him from between his powerful teenage legs.  I smile at him with perked up ears as I say, “Sure I might be having a bit of fun, but I mean every word of it Zack.  You belong to me and I belong to you.  We both know you can’t live without me, and I can’t live without you.  A normal older brother would be envious of you, but I’m not.  Your younger than me, but your bigger and stronger than I am, and I love it.  Watching my little bro become bigger than me is an amazing feeling.  I love your dominance because it’s tempered with intelligence and kindness.  Zack you’re the nicest wolf I’ve even met, and you’re all mine.”

I must have hit a nerve because strong arms are wrapped around me in the next second.  Zack takes me in tow as he roles onto his back.  He gets his arms and legs around me.  It feels like I’m wrapped in a warm furry blanket.  He squeezes me against his chest, and I gladly snuggle against his thick pecs.  

Zack gets his muzzle under my chin as he hugs me, and lets himself whimper.  “damn it Alex, you got me crying again!”

“I really do love everything about you Zack.  Obviously I love that your bigger than me, and have more muscle than I do.  I love that your only 15 and your already sexy as fuck.  And doesn’t even get me started on that growing monster you have between your legs.  What I’m in love with is you.  Your body is just a bonus.  You could be a normal size wolf, it wouldn’t matter to me.  As big and powerful as you are, it’s you that I’m in love with.  You’re the most gentle and caring wolf I’ve even known.  You always use your strength to help people, not hurt them.  And your smart as fuck.  You have the brains and the brawn.  You really are perfect.”

I can hear the emotion in his voice.  “Thanks Alex, and I love you too.  And your perfect too.  We both know that we’re hopelessly infatuated with each other.  But we acknowledge it, and we know we always will be.  And Alex your just so much fun to be with.  You’ve always been my big brother, even before I told you that I’m gay.  You practically raised me all on your own, and you still are.  There are no secrets between us.  We know everything about each other.  You’ve been with me since before I could even open my eyes.  We’ll never have that with any other fur, ever.  I know what we have is special.  Whoever said incest is wrong never felt what I feel for you.  I might be gentle and caring, but you’re the sweetest, kindest, and most mature guy I know.  I know you’d fight to the death to protect me, and you know I’d fight to the death to protect you.  It shows just how much we really do love each other.”

I don’t say anything I don’t need to.  My canine whimpers says it for me.  I nuzzle him and he nuzzles me back.  I feel safe in his muscular arms, and I don’t want it to end.  I didn’t think our bond could get any stronger, but I was wrong again.  We can both feel it.  I know I’m more mature than I should be for a 17 year old.  I grew up way to fast.  I can remember being a child for a brief moment, but it didn’t last for very long.  I know I’m not his father, but I couldn’t let my little brother suffer.  In a way I guess I’m grateful.  I doubt our relationship would be the same if we were raise by two loving parents.       

We never had a father, and our mother has always been absent.  Lyanna is our mother, but in a way she never has been.  She’s always been more of a step-mom to us than a real mother.  You can’t be a child for long in a situation like that.  And living out in the country, miles from other people didn’t help.  We had no one we could turn to.  I’ve been in survival mode for as long as I can remember.  It awakened instincts in me that a pup should never have to use.  A pup should never have to do the protecting, it’s supposed to be the job of the parent.

None of our aunts or uncles have ever come to see us.  I don’t know why, but I suspect our mother has something to do with it.  Obviously none of them have even cared enough to come and see us.  They never even cared enough to send us a birthday card.

I keep forgetting that we’re only teenagers.  We’re still developing both physically and mentally.  I never realized how powerful these games can be.  Eventually we’ll mature into adults, and it’ll be less profound.  I make a mental note to get in as many sessions as possible while our brains are still developing.  I have a feeling this will be less potent once we complete our transformations into adults.

We hold each other for quite awhile, long enough that our cocks went limp, but that’s easily fixed.  I can feel that the session is over.  The emotions we felt were powerful.  This isn’t something we should do every day, otherwise it loses it’s impact.

I want to break the mood.  I want to make him laugh and I know how.  “And Zack, you know what the best part of our partnership is?”

“Ahh no, what.”

“Is that we both love having sex with our sibling.”

“Haha, fuck yeah that’s the best part.  And holy fuck Alex, I just love having sex with you.  I love committing incest with you so much I can’t stand it.”

“Yeah, incest really is the best isn’t it.  And speaking of incest how about we get back at it before she comes home.”

My much larger brother unwraps himself from around me.  He gets to his feet and offers me his hand.  I gladly accept it and he hanks off of the floor.  13 inches of wolf meat hangs limp between his legs.  I smile as I feel how heavy it is.  I lift it up in my hands and suck on the tip.  I take as much of it into my jaws as I can manage.  I hold it there while it goes from warm to hot.  I feel it growing inside my mouth as his body forces new blood into his oversized appendage.

Zack is as hard as a rock again.  I pick up where I left off.  I massage the bulging muscles in his thighs as I slicken his shaft with my long canine tongue.  I can get him to climax quickly if I wanted to.  I know how to drive him to release.  I know his body, and I’ve had plenty of practice.  Our mother just left, so it should be safe enough to suck him off and have some fun with it.  As good as I might be, I know there’s always room for improvements.  I lick at his pointed tip and I make him moan with pleasure.  I cushion his canine cock with my tongue.  I can’t take his entire length, it’s just to long.  I need more practice. 

I drench his cock with my saliva.  His cock is burning hot as it always is.  I slowly work my muzzle up and down his length.  I want this to last.  His balls begin to churn from an over abundance of stimulation.  I get my reward as pre starts to leak out of him.  I lap it up and add it to the slime that’s already inside my mouth.  I work my magic and he happily provides me with more.  I use his pre to slicken his cock, it’s not as good as lube but it’s good enough.  I take a deep breath and spread my jaws.  I go deep.  The pointed tip hits the back of my throat.  I control me breathing as I hold it there.  I have to fight back my reflex to vomit.  My throat relaxes and I force a few inches of his cock down my gullet.  

My brother has girth to match his length.  His shaft is so thick, I need both hands to grip it.  I can feel his girth stretching my throat.  It feels incredible.  I hold it there.  I can see him staring at me.  I don’t dare drive it any deeper.  This is enough practice for now.  Satisfied I bob my muzzle up and down his shaft.  Each time I drive a few inches of his meat into my throat.  I give my throat as much stretching as it’ll take.

I realize his massive girth is the problem.  It’s gonna take a lot of practice before I can train my throat to take the entirely of his length.  I make a mental note to look into getting a toy to practice with.  That should help speed things up.  

I go back to properly sucking him off.  I take a breath and prepare myself, as I feel fluid surge up the length of his huge cock.  I feel the power of his ejaculations.  Hot wolf juice floods my mouth.  It’s an acquired taste, but now I can’t get enough of it.  I gulp it down and want more.  I’m not disappointed as he’s just getting started.  His moans fill my pointed ears.  I know how to please him, and I can feel his ecstasy.  He fills my mouth again and again.  My mouth and throat is coat in my little brother’s hot, sticky, cream.  I can feel the volume of it filling and warming my stomach.  He slows and I try to suck the last bit out of him.  I get some excited yelps as I lick at his pointed tip.  It’s sensitive and I drive him past overstimulation.  I’m rewarded with a dozen more squirts that hit the back of my throat.  I take his entire load without spilling a drop.

I look up at my younger brother with seductive puppy eyes as I lick his canine penis clean.  I make a show of swallowing and licking my lips.  “God Zack, I still can’t get over how much cum you can make.  I can actually feel it filling my belly.”

“Yeah, your telling me.  I know you can cum for a long time to, but it really is ridiculous how much some of us can make,” he says.

“I guess that’s one good thing about being made by humans.  They really were sex deviants weren’t they.  And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  And Zack, I really do love gulping down your hot wolf cream.  Like most things you’re an acquired taste, but I do so love it.  I just can’t get enough of it.  I really do love the taste of your cum.  You really do taste so incredibly good.”     
Zack is still in the after glow of ejaculations and says, ‘yeah I know I’m pretty tasty.  And I can tell that you like it too.  And I like eating yours to.  And god damn Bro you keep getting better at that each time you suck me off.”

“Of course I am.  I’ve had enough practice haven’t I?’ I say as I lick his semen from my lips.  ‘And I just have to say that I really do love swallowing your gallon jug of hot wolf jizz.”

Zack knows I’m just being a dirty wolf and he smiles.  “You know I don’t make that much.”

“Maybe not that much, but it’s more than enough to fill my stomach,’ I say as I give my belly an all to suggestive rub.  ‘Alright you big hansom pup, now it’s your turn to have a snack.”

Zack smiles as he drops to his knees.  He’s more than eager to have a taste.  His muzzle lunges forward.  His long tongue engulfs my cock.  My wolfhood, knot and all, completely disappears inside his maw.  I feel his long tongue in action.  I have to admit that he’s good at this to.  He brings me to climax.  I give him a few mouth fulls and he gives my cock a thorough cleaning.  We both feel relieved as we put our cloths back on.  I sit and watch him pump his muscles as he finishes his workout and we head up stairs.  Zack follows me to my room. 

“You know why mom can’t find out why we’re making so much money right?” I ask.

“Yeah, kinda I guess.”

“What I got today is more than twice what she makes in a week.  The only reason she can afford this place at all is the money she’s getting in alimony and child support.  You see how excited she gets at the first of the month right?”

“Ahh yeah.”

I can tell he doesn’t know why.  He might be 15 now, but he’s still naive.  “That’s when she gets her money from Dad.  And you see how much crap she buys on the first week of the month right?  If she knows we have that much money, then eventually she’s going to ask for it.  It may not be this week or next month but eventually she will.’  I pause and add, ‘and I’ll prove it.”

Zack follows me into his room.  I grab his envelope of money off of his dresser.  I put it on his night stand and set it half under a lamp.  I grab a pen and make a small line on the envelope around the base of the lamp.

‘There, the trap is set.  If the line moves, then it means she picked it up and looked inside to see how much money you made.”

Zack frowns at me.  He doesn’t want to believe she’s really that bad, but a part of him knows it’s true.  The moment of truth came when we got home from work the next day.  I step into his room  and I give him a questioning look.  I can see a mix of anger and disappointment on his face.  He just looks at me and nodes.  The envelope had obviously been moved while we were out of the house.
						
* * * 

Before we knew it summer was half over.  Neither of us, let our mother find out how much money we’ve been making.  I planed it ahead of time.  At the end of the work day, I asked Olly if he could stop by the bank as he took us home.  It was on the way and he said, ‘sure.’  I showed my brother how to do a deposit.  Behind the counter sat a small domestic cat with striped fur.  Her fur was colored in multiple shades of blue with yellow highlights.  Her small stature suits her perfectly for her job.  I lay the slip and a sizable stack of cash on the counter.  In most cases it’s difficult to accurately gauge the age of an adult fur.  Our fur hides the details, but I can’t hide my youth.  It’s obvious that I’m still a teenager.  She couldn’t hide the surprised look on her face as she counts the $5600 in cash I just handed over.  She notices the company logo on my shirt and her expression quickly vanishes.  

We’re both exhausted as Olly drops us off.  We trudge up the driveway and head inside.  It’s late, there’s only a few hours of daylight left.  We’re both glad that our mother has already left for work.  We have the house to ourselves.  We strip naked as we always do when we’re along.  We ate the last of the leftovers yesterday.  There’s nothing in the fridge.  There’s some cheap packaged meals in the cabinet, but they need to be boiled.  There’s a ton of food cubes, but apparently Zack is feeling adventurous tonight.   

“Lets make breakfast!” says Zack sounding like an eager pup.

Everything hurts and I’m not in the mood to cook, but I ignore it like I always do.  This is why we’ve always been so close.  I care about him more than I do about myself.  In the end it balances out because he does the same for me.  It’s just another reason why it’s so hard for us to be apart.  

I need to be with him even if my body disagrees with me.  It doesn’t matter what we’re doing as long as we’re doing it together.  I try to show some enthusiasm as I say, “alright.” 

I crack 10 eggs and scramble them in a bowl, while Zack shreds a half dozen potatoes.  We wait by the stove as the giant hashbrown sizzles in the pan.  We both sniff at the air as the scent of cooking potatoes fills up the house.  Neither of us say anything as Zack leans against my back and loops his arms around my waist.  He drops his chin on top of my head and we sway back and forth while we wait.  Simple moments like this is why I can’t stand to be away from him.  He lets me go as I slid the huge hashbrown from the pan.  The eggs sizzle as I pour it onto the hot pan.  I keep an eye on it so it doesn’t burn, while Zack puts bread in the toaster.

I scoop the bulk of the scramble eggs onto his plate.  He’s bigger than me, so his share is going to be larger than mine.  Our mother really needs to go to the store.  Like we do every day, we each add the appropriate amount of supplements to our glasses.  I take a seat at the kitchen table and my brother takes a seat next to me.  His plate is mounded high with enough food to last me 2 days.  It starts to disappear quickly as he wolfs it down.            

“You should have more than enough money to buy a car by the end of the summer,” say my brother between bites.

“I’m not going to get one until I graduate.”

I can see the disappointment wash over his face and he ask, “what, why not?”

“For one she’ll know how much money I’ve made, and you’ve made.  But mostly because it’ll drive another wedge between us.”

“What why?” he ask.

I rise from the table, and down the last of my drink.  Zack follows behind me as we try and find room in the dishwasher.  I shut the door, I add a soap pellet, and turn it on.  It feels so weird cooking food together, sitting and having dinner together, supporting each other like a real couple.  For a brief moment it feels like I’m an adult and we’re living out on our own.  It only last for a few seconds, but it’s been happening a lot more often than it should for a teenager.  It feels like a glimpse of things to come and I like it.    

“Well if I have a car,  I’ll be expected to go and hang out his my friends from school.  Don’t get me wrong I like them, but I don’t love them, like I love you.  Plus she’ll make me get a job, and I don’t plan to go to school and work at the same time.  You know a normal job, like stocking shelves or something.  I don’t know what I’m going to do for work.  All I know for sure is, if I have to work, then I’d like it if I went to work with you.”

“You mean that Alex?”

“Yeah, of course I do Zack.  When you graduate I want us to live together and work together.  They say you shouldn’t get so attached to people, but you know what, fuck them.  To be honest I can only stand to be away from you for a few hours before I start to feel it.”

In the next second Zack has his arms around me and he’s crushing me hard.  “Ahh god damn it Zack let got!”

I could feel it.  He came really close to break my ribs.

His ears dip low I can tell that he’s genuinely sorry as he says, “sorry Alex,”

His eyes have watered around the edges.  I wipe away his tears and wrap my arms around him and hug him back.  “It’s okay Zack.  Don’t worry you didn’t break anything.  I know you forget how strong you are.”

He stifles his tears.  “Yeah, sometime I wish I was just a normal wolf like you.”

I pull back and look him in his eyes and I can’t stop my fangs from showing as I grin from ear to ear.  “Well I like you just the way you are, big muscles and all,’ I say as I put my nose under his chin.  ‘And I really love your giant cock.’  He hugs me back as he realizes I’m teasing him and trying to make him feel better at the same time 
 
‘But most of all Zack I can’t stand to be away from you.  If we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together then I say lets do it right, lets go all in.’  He just gives me a confused look so I add.  ‘Imagine when we move out, if we’re never apart.  And I mean never ever, ever apart.  Imagine being together every minute of every day.  Imagine if we never had to feel separation anxiety ever again.”

Zack puts his head on my shoulder and hugs me tight.  Although this time it’s not crush my ribs tight, and says,  “I’d like that Alex.  I know why, but I just can’t stand being alone either.  I don’t want us to be apart.”

I chuckle to myself, “and you know you’ll be a freshman this year.  So at least we’ll be in school together.  That’ll help a little.  And you know what Zack?  I’m so glade that I imprinted onto you.”

“And I’m glad that I imprinted onto you Alex.”

I give my brother a squeeze with one arm.  With the other I pet his head and play with his long wolf ears.  “And Zack you really are the best little brother in the world.  And you don’t know how good it feels waking up next to you’re best friend.  You can’t imagine how good it feels just to have you in the same room.  I really am infatuated with you Zack.”

I knew that would either make him cry or at lease put a tear in his eye.  I think I got something in the middle.  His eyes water and he whimpers.  His arms slid up and down my back as he pulls me against his chest.  I can hear the emotion in his voice as he says, “and you really are the best big brother in the world Alex,’ he half sobs.  ‘You may not have always said it Alex, but I know you’ve always loved me since we were pups.  I know your not my father, but really your better than any father could ever be.”

I couldn’t help it as I started to tear up to.  I didn’t try and hide it.  I wanted him to know that I feel the same way to.  I know he’s loved me since we were pups.  It felt nice to know that I’ve been like a father to him.  “You know Zack in truth I guess I kinda have been a father to you, but I think I’d prefer to be your big brother.”

He gives me a squeeze and says, “yeah me too.”

I continue to hold him and pet him, while he whimpers on my shoulder.  I gently push him so that we can see each others eyes.  I try and lighten the mood as I say, “and it’s also kinda nice that we’re both gay,’ I laugh outloud and he laughs with me.  “And I love committing incest with the best little bro in the world.  And I’m so glad that we’re not straight!”                     

* * *
							
Summer break is almost over.  It’s Friday afternoon July 29th 4998.  For once we finished work early.  Neither of us protested as Olly decided to call it a day.  We got the weekend and after that it’s back to school on Monday.  We’re both looking forward to seeing our friends again and getting back to our old routine.  I like making money.  It’s all part of my plan, but I wont miss the bug spray, or picking pine pitch out of my fur.  

Zack never suspected a thing.  I didn’t tell him.  I wanted it to be a surprise.  Olly drops us off, and I check the mailbox like I always do.  There’s a package in it, only it’s addressed to me and not our mother.  I act normal, like it’s just another piece of junk that she had ordered.

I head to my room to change out of my stinky work clothes and hide the box.  We grab a bite to eat and relax for an hour to recover our strength.  Even after working all day we still managed to get in a workout.  I love the intimacy of lifting weights with him, and I love knowing that it will make us stronger.  Our mother says, ‘have a good night,’ as she heads off to work.  

I spy on her from the basement window.  As soon as the coast is clear we both strip down to our black fur.  Lifting weights after working all day is rough, but I do it anyways.  I need to at least try and keep up with my little bro.  I set the bar down with a loud clang, as I finish my last set.  My entire body feels like it’s burning, and I love it, but I always get there far sooner than Zack does.  It takes an immense amount of effort to wear him out.  I could go do something up in my room, read a book, or watch some TV, but I’d rather sit and watch the muscles ripple across my younger brother’s naked body as he goes through the rest of his routine.  

Zack has his back turned to me.  He breaths hard with every downwards pull, as he works the muscles in his back.  I watch his shoulder blades rotate, and it hits me.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.  So many years ago I took on the role of the big brother, the mentor.  I taught him how to read and write.  I help him with his homework, and today he helps me with mine.  I got him a job, and have started him on the path for financial responsibility.  As much as I’ve helped him in the past there’s one thing I’ve never done for him.  I’ve never taken on the role of a coach before.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of it until now.

Zack finishes his set and I say, “hey Zack.  I just had a great idea.”

He looks at me as he picks up a dumb bell in each hand and says,  “Ow, what’s that?”

“I know you don’t need any help, but what if I were to help you workout.’  His ears twitch and he gives me a puzzled look, and I know why.  I can’t lift what he can.  I’d only get in the way, so I continue.  ‘I mean, what if I were to help you train, you know like be your coach.”

He smiles and bares his fangs.  “You know what, that might be kinda fun.  I’d like that.”

I watch as he starts his next set.  With a dumb bell in each hand he goes into lateral raises, designed to target the shoulders.  I watch him do a few.  I don’t know how I never noticed it before.  His form needs work.  I stand up and get behind him.

“Come on Zack you gotta lift it higher,’ I half yell.  He takes my instruction.  I keep encouraging him to not fall short.  He’s about to stop and I tell him.  ‘Come on Zack don’t stop, give me a few more.”

He wants to quit but I demand that he gives me one more, and then another, and another.

“God you’re so mean,” says my brother while breathing hard with a smile on his face.

“You feel it don’t you?”

“O, fuck yeah.  It actually hurts for once.  Now you got me wondering if I’ve been doing this wrong all this time.”

He switches position and I see the same bad form all over again.  I yell at him.  I encourage him to go past his limits and he does.  I can see it on his face, and he knows it to.  He’s put on a ton of muscle already, but he still has a lot of room for improvement.  Sometimes you just need an outsiders perspective.  I guess that’s why couches exist.

He finishes with his workout.  I’ve never seen his so worn out before.  He hit muscles that aren’t accustom to it.  I make a mental note to do some research.

We head upstairs.  We have the whole night to ourselves.  Zack heads for the livingroom and collapses on the couch.  We both know what the other wants, but I also know he’s going to need at least an hour to recover before we start the next round of exercises in the bedroom.

“O shit I almost forgot.’  I say as I leave him on the couch.  I run to my room and retrieve the small package that I pulled from the mail box earlier.  I run back and toss it on his lap and say, ‘this is for you, happy birthday.”

Zack looks at me dumbfounded.  In our entire lives we’ve never gotten a gift for each other.

He sits up and says, “what really?”

“Yeah it’s yours.  I got it for you.  Go on, open it up.’

He stabs a sharp claw into the packing tape and slices through it.  He reaches inside and pulls out a box, and examines it.  It takes him a second to figure out that it’s a digital camera, but there’s one more item inside.  He flips the box over, and out comes a thumb drive still in the packaging.

He looks confused.  He doesn’t know why this would be the first gift that I’d give him.  ‘I figured you could document your progress, and we can film ourselves with it too,” I say.

I can see it click in his head as I tell him that.  He sets it aside and in the next second he has arms around me.  I feel the pressure quickly build and I blurt out, “ahhh, damn it Zack don’t break my ribs!”

He lessens his grip but doesn’t let go.  He laughs and says, “I can’t make any promises.”

I get my arms around him and he lifts me off of the ground.  He licks my face.  His tail is swinging so fast it looks like it might fly off.  He lifts me into the air and hugs me again.  He’s so happy his eyes start to water.  

“Thank you Alex, thank you.  Thank you so much.  You’re the best brother ever!” he screams.

I drop my muzzle onto his shoulder and squeeze him hard and say, “and so are you!”

This was the first time that I’d given him a gift.  This was the first time that I had the money to buy him something.  I didn’t realize how overwhelming, something as simple as receiving a gift could be.  I’ve done more for him than either of our parents.  I’ve been there for him his entire life.  I didn’t think it was possible for our bond to get any stronger.  I can feel it just as much as he is.

We were both to overcome with emotion.  We stayed like that for awhile.  Zack looks me in my eyes.  I wipe away tears from his cheeks and he says, “Alex you’re the only one who I love.  I don’t love anyone else, just you.”

I rub my muzzle against his as I say, “I know Zack.  You don’t need to say it.  I know.  I feel it too every time we’re together.  I’ll say it even though I don’t need to.  I love you to little bro.”

“You know Alex I really do love it when you call me your little brother.”

“Yeah I know.  That’s because you’re my cute little brother.  You’ll always be my cute little brother Zack.  But we’ll just have to ignore the fact that you got like 60 pounds on me.  And I really do love that your 180 pounds of ripped muscle,” I say teasingly. 

A smile spreads across Zack’s face as he says, “fuck yeah I am.  So how did you buy them?”

“I got my own credit card.”

“What, no way!” he says with true amazment.

“Yeah, but don’t worry it’s just a copper level card.  It’s only got a $300 limit.  And no, Mom doesn’t know about it and she’s never going to.”

“Damn Alex, you really have your shit together don’t you.”

“I do have a plan, kinda.  I don’t think we’ll have any trouble staying together, but I also don’t want spend my entire life living in a shitty apartment and working at some horrible factory like Mom.  So how about it, do you wanna go make some porn?”

* * *

Zack was more than eager to help me make our first sex tape, and so was I.  I got everything set up and we got started.  We’ve found that neither of us is limited to just one style of sex.  We’re still exploring, and so far we like it all.  I didn’t think our bond could go any deeper.  We both feel it, like birds who mate for life.  Neither of us wanted it rough.  This wasn’t game night.  There’ll be time to record that some other day.  We both wanted to make love, and make love as only a bonded pair could.

We finish filming ourselves having sex in my bedroom.  We clean up and double check for any missed clues that might hint at the true depth of our relationship.  I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want the packaging anywhere in the house.  I ran over and hid it at our club house for now.

Zack plops down on my bed and waits while I save the video that we just created onto the thumb drive.  I hide it where no one will ever find it.  I delete it from the camera, but I don’t turn it off.  I set it to record, but I don’t tell him.  I point it towards the bed.  I want to catch his reaction, and I want it to be genuine.

I grab the laptop and lay down next to my 180 pound little brother.  He gets an arm around me and yanks me against his side.  We get comfortable and snuggle for a few minutes.  I link it to the TV and hit play.  The scene takes place in my bedroom.  We watch as the door opens and 2 fully clothed black wolves with golden eyes walk into my room.  One is considerably larger and towers over the other one.  Neither of us are actors, but we’re creative enough to add some believability to the scene.  I pull his clothes off and he removes mine.  

I hit the pause button and say, “you know what we should do for our next vid?  We should like rip each others clothes off.  I mean like literally tear them off.”

“Haha, that sounds like fun.  I’m sure we got some old clothes we could shred.”

The thought of it gets my imagination working.  I hit the button and the screen comes back to life.  It feels so weird seeing myself and my brother on the TV.  Seeing us together on the screen, makes the size difference between us far more apparent.

“God damn Zack I never realized how much bigger you are compared to me.  I mean I do, but it’s completely different when you see it on the TV.”

“Haha yeah.  You really are tiny compared to me aren’t you.”

“I don’t know about tiny, but yeah holy shit you really are big,” I say.

“Ow, I just had a great idea.  We should try strapping a camera to our heads so we can film it from our own perspectives,’ says Zack as he laughs at his own idea.  ‘This way you’ll get to see what the top of your head looks like.”

“Haha, very funny.  But yeah that is a good idea to.  Maybe next month after my credit limit resets.’

I resume the homemade porno.  We both watch the screen intently as my hands slid over the larger wolf’s body.  He flexes.  My hands slid through his black fur as I caress his muscles.  This was one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long time.  I can see it on the screen, the look on his face says it all.  You can see the joy it brings him to show his body off for his older bro.  My reaction is just as revealing.  I’m enjoying every bulge and every meaty curve that he presents to me. 

We lock our jaws together on the screen.  He’s 7 inches taller than me, and towers over me.  I have to look up and he has to look down.  I reach up and put my arms around his neck.  He grabs hold of my sides and pulls me softly against his chest.  Our heads twist and turn as our long tongues surge back and forth.  I can hear us breathing, sucking, and licking.  My mouth fills with tongue and my cheeks bulge outwards.  Both of our sheaths begin to expand.  

I watch the action on the screen.  My bright red cock looks pathetic next to my brother’s maroon red monster.  I complete my erection first.  It’s easier for me to engorge my 6.5 inch hot dog than him with his 13 inch slab of meat.  I feel my cheeks flash hot with embarrassment, as we intentionally turn to show our cocks to the viewer.  Everything between his legs is larger than mine, and the camera doesn’t hide it.  I climb onto the bed.  I role onto my back and look up as Zack climbs on top of me.

‘God I love how you look when your on top of me like that,” I comment.

“Yeah, I do look rather imposing don’t I,” says Zack.

“Your just showing off, see.  You can see me watching you flex.  And I gotta tell yeah Bro, I really do like that view.”

“Haha, your right I was showing off.  But you don’t seem to upset by it.”

“Ahh nope, it kinda looks like the smaller guy likes it,” I say.

We both watch as the 2 black wolves on the screen make out.  Our hands flow up and down each others bodies.  We lick each other’s muzzles like only a wolf can.  I see his long fangs as he locks his muzzle into mine.  I pull his head closer wanting more.  The camera picks up every sucking sound that escapes from our maws.  He pulls back with a long trail of saliva hanging from his jaws.  I lurch forward and lick it from his muzzle.  I hear the larger wolf laugh.  

Seeing it from an observers perspective, you can see that we’re not just acting, it’s obvious that we love each other.  I’m mostly submissive, but not all the time.  I’ll admit that I lean more bottom, and Zack is definitely more top.  That’s what we both like.  Best of all he’s almost twice my size, so it makes that dynamic all the more enjoyable, but neither of us is a true top or bottom.  Zack will surrender to me when we’re making love.  Although I’m more than happy to let him dominate the fuck out of me when we do it rough. 

The smaller wolf on the screen roles the larger one onto his back, and gets on top of him.  We lock our jaws together.  The mic picks up everything.  Every squeak from the bed, all the sucking noises as tongues invade and retreat.  Even the sound of teeth clattering together.  Our movements are slow.  We both try to please the other, and we both have the maturity to enjoy what the other wolf is offering.

There’s a brief moment when I disappear off screen.  I return with a bottle of lube.  I straddle the larger wolf’s hips and apply the clear gel to his far larger cock.

“Man Alex, it’s so weird seeing me next to you on the screen like that.  I know I’m bigger than you, but holy fuck I really do have a huge penis don’t I.”

“Hell yeah you do, and trust me, my insides know all about it.  You hit every spot inside me there is to hit.  And yes I love having you inside me.  I especially love that first moment when you press the tip of your cock against my hole.  I love the anticipation of you penetrating me.  Your so big and you stretch me so much.  And I love the feeling of your cock pushing my guts around.  Having you inside me really feels amazing Zack.  God I’m so glad I’m not straight.”

My brother laugh as he realizes I’m messing with him.  “God damn Alex, you really are a dirty wolf.  Don’t you ever change.”

“Haha, don’t worry I wont.  If anything I’m only going to get worse.’

I wish I had like 6 more cameras to capture every angle.  I straddle his hips and work myself onto his cock.  I so want to see a close up of my pucker going down on his maroon red rocket, but unfortunately the one camera is all I have.  

I arch my back.  I moan in pleasure as I lower my hips onto my larger brother’s penis.  I get his canine cock inside me, but I hold back from his knot.  It’ll be his job to force that huge thing inside me.  We both cry out in pleasure as I ride him.  I’m not as heavily muscled as my brother, but I am a muscular twink.  I see my own muscles bulging through my black fur.  I feel myself getting turned on by the sexiness of my own body.      

I hear the huge wolf moan, his voice isn’t as deep as mine, at least not yet.  I take him to the edge, and stop.  I rest on his bulbous knot and let him catch his breath.  I pull myself off of his enormous cock.  Zack roles over and lifts his wagging tail.  I get on top and mount him.  It looks so weird seeing me on top of someone who’s almost twice my size.  I thrust my smaller cock into him and we both moan.  As hard as I thrust he doesn’t even budge.  I tie with him.  I can’t see it, but my knot is expanding inside his exit. 

Zack rises up onto all fours.  He lets me take him like a dog.  I start again.   I see my tail wagging.  The screen reveals just how much I’m enjoying myself.  I love seeing myself in action.  It’s far hotter than I expected for an amateur porno.  This really was a great idea.  

I watch the smaller wolf mounting the bigger one on the screen.  Black fur is in motion as he arches his back and drives his hips forward.  There’s no mistaking where all that momentum is going.  It’s just as weird watching myself at the peak of mating.  My body convulses with one orgasm after another.  I groan and let out a few subdued growls.  The me on the screen looks at the camera, as I empty my load into my younger but still much larger brother.

I collapse on top of the larger black wolf.  His body is hard and lumpy, but I so enjoy laying on top of him.  The action scene is over but I don’t fast forward.  I snuggle against the real thing as I watch the same scene play out on the TV.
   
The smaller black wolf on the screen pulls out.  There’s a brief moment of clean up, and it’s his turn to be mounted.  Zack is soft and gentle as he lifts me off of my feet.  He wraps his jaws around mine.  I remember this part.  Our muzzles twist and  lock together.  His long tongue hits the back of my throat and I forcibly swallow it down.  The TV reveals the look of surprise on his face.  I surrender and let him have his tongue back.  He pulls back and we exchange an excited look before he goes back for more.

The camera is so revealing, I love it.  I can see my throat expand as he rams his tongue down my throat.  I let him go as deep as he can.  For once I don’t choke.  His squishy tongue is a lot easier to take than his rock hard cock.  I’ve been practicing, and I’m getting a lot better at it, but I still need more practice before I’ll be able to get his girthy 13 inches down my throat.      
 
He lays me down on the bed.  I get on all fours and lift my tail.  I wag it at him and invite him to mount me.  The bed shakes as his body engulfs me.  We both watch as 13 inches of wolf cock is pushed ever so slowly inside his smaller mate.  He does what a male wolf does best and starts humping.  He intentionally goes slow at first.  He lets me feel that part of him that’s inside me.

I can’t help but to add commentary, ‘man I really look tiny beneath you don’t I.”

“Now that I see it on the TV, yeah.  I never realized just how much bigger I am until now.  But Alex you really are the right kind of small.”

I chuckle, as it’s my turn to be amused.  “Haha, you know what I think I need to see that again.’  I hit the reverse button and resume it at half speed.  We both watch the larger wolf thrusting in slowmo.  ‘God damn Zack that’s crazy.  Fuck me your muscles are getting big.”

“Fuck yeah they are.  Especially compared to you.  Seeing it in slowmo it really is crazy.  I mean just look at that sexy beast.  I mean the one on the top, not the one on the bottom.  The wolf on the top is so big you can hardly even see the little pup beneath him.  Just look at my muscles ripple as I thrust my giant 13 inch cock into that adorable little pup.”

I realize he’s playing with me and I let my fangs show as I smile.  “Your getting to be just as dirty of a dog as I am.  God damn Zack I love it.  You need to get dirty more often your getting good at it.”

He squeezes me and I resume the video at normal speed.  Zack is so big that it looks like I’m wrapped in black fur covered muscles.  He’s blocking the shot.  His legs and glutes tense and I can tell that he’s pushing his knot into me.  He lunges forward and it’s in.  He pauses for a moment to enjoy the sensation of his knot swelling to it’s full size.  He licks the side of my face, signaling me he’s about to start.  I lift my rear, and he thrust with all the power his size gives him.

Watching my brother matting with the me on the screen causes heat to build between my legs.  I’m completely drained, but my cock still swells inside my sheath.  I’m so glad I got him a birthday gift.  I can’t take my eyes off of the screen.  I take in the sight of muscles rippling up and down his legs.  His muscular rump clenches, as he thrust forwards.  He draws his wolf cock back.  His huge knot keeps him locked inside me, unable to withdraw.  He groans as he thrust deep.  The pads of his upturned canine feet are so cute I can’t stand it.  Black fur pushes outwards as muscles pulsate all over his body.  The way his muscles ripple as he thrust is mesmerizing, and definitely worth a rewatch.  I like seeing myself beneath him, or seeing him on top of me.  This is why I love being a wolf, the intimacy of being tied together.

Zack bites down on the smaller wolfs neck.  I let out a yelp of pleasure as his first orgasm takes him.  He’s far more gentle than normal even though he has the bite guard in his mouth. There’s no mistaking the domination that’s happing on the screen.  The huge beast lets out deep grunts, as his enormous testicles pump copious amount of semen into the smaller male beneath him.  Every 4th or 5th orgasm he unclamps his jaws and bites me again.  He rakes his claws over my chest.  It’s a good thing they make those rubber protectors for our claws.  I can only imagine how injured people got before someone invented them.  

My brother’s tail wags back and forth.  Mine is pinned against my back.  Muscles all over his body spasm with each ejaculation.  We’re both breathing heavily.  I know how hard it is to keep him from plowing me over.

Zack lets his weight fall onto me.  A signal that round 1 is over.  My brother has howled before but never like this.  I know it’s coming.  I heard it and felt it the first time.  I give him a nudge and we lace our fingers together as we’re about to relive the moment again.  I’m glad that I can rewatch this part as many times as I want to.  It’s a good thing we live out in the country where no one will hear us.  The huge black wolf aches his back towards the ceiling and lets out a long howl, just like a really wolf.  He looks powerful as his chest is pushed outwards in song.  His howl is one of love and so much more.  You have to be a wolf to feel it.

The little bottom can’t support his larger partner any more, and he collapses onto the mattress. 
I surrender and let his weight crush me from above.  On the screen you can see my head and an arm sticking out, but not much else.  The angle isn’t that great, but it’s mostly because of the size of the huge wolf on top of me.

The video ends.  I look down from the screen to see that both of our cock are at half mast.  There’s more to the video, but it happens off screen.  Neither of us thought to bring it into the shower as we cleaned up.  Ideas for our next flick start flashing through my brain.  I want to see a close up of his cock penetrating me.  I want to see his cum pouring out of my hole.  A camera mounted to our heads is going to be a must.  That’s a perspective I really want to explore.  Now I really want to get a few more cameras.

I close the laptop and get up to stretch my legs. The bed screams out in protest as Zack lifts his bulk from the mattress.  He gets his arms around me and hugs me.  He doesn’t let go.  I return the hug.  We embrace with fur against black fur.  I know it’s coming, I can feel it to.  This is the first time I’ve given him a birthday gift.  It means everything to him and so much more.  He begins to cry, and I squeeze him tight.  I’m not worried about breaking his ribs.  I know I don’t have the strength. 

“I love you Alex.  Thank you for my gifts.  Thank you so much for being my big brother.”

He can hear it in my voice too, I don’t try to hide it, “your welcome Zack.  And I love you to.  And you’re the best little brother a big brother could ever have.”

We hold each other for awhile.  We part and I make a show of retrieving the camera from the night stand.

“You recorded that?” my brother ask embarrassingly.

I can’t stop myself from smiling as I say, “yeah, this is your first real birthday.  I just want to remember it.  We can watch your super embarrassing reaction tomorrow.”

“Ahh, and you got me talking all dirty to!”

“Haha yea, that’s going to be really fun to watch again.”