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Filling My Brother

Chapter 5

By WaffleSquadron

"Dude I fucked up, I fucked up so bad!"

I pushed past Pete, forcing my way into his room and carving a manic path around his rug.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't even think about it, and now I have no idea what to do..."

I was babbling; the words were steadily tumbling out and I could no longer form a coherent sentence. Pete tried to get a word in but I blasted past him, not even missing a step.

"My parents are going to find out! They're going to kick me out of the house! What if they call the police? I can't go to jail!"

Eventually, his patience wore thin. Pete grabbed me by the shoulders as I marched past, spinning me around to face him directly.

"Kyle, stop! You have to tell me what's actually wrong first."

"It's Cody... He's pregnant!"

The look of concern on his spotted face twisted into total confusion. He tilted his head to the side and released my shoulders.

"Wait what!? Dude that doesn't make any sense."

"I know, but it's true!"

Now the dalmatian boy looked at me like I was stupid. He sat down at his desk and struck a serious tone.

"Kyle, I don't know how to break this to you but: boys can't get pregnant."

My heart pounded in my chest. I promised never to reveal Cody's secret, but this was an emergency and I really needed help.

"Cody... well, he's not like other boys. He's what's called intersex; he has the same parts a girl would, you know, down there. He doesn't want anyone to know about that, though."

"He's... what? That can happen!?" Pete asked.

"It's pretty rare, but yeah that can happen."

"Huh. So your brother is pregnant. That's wild... I'm guessing it's yours," he stated.

"Umm yeah..."

Pete smirked, and shook his head.

"You horndog. And after you gave me shit for fooling around with Joe."

I winced, and said, "Yeah, uhh, sorry. I didn't want anyone finding out, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore."

"So, was this a one time thing, or what?" Pete asked.

"Not exactly..."

I told him the truth, that we'd been having sex for over a year. I left out the more salacious and personal details, but otherwise didn't hold back. Pete sat there afterwards, his face unmoving, while I struggled to glean some sort of reaction from him.

His voice was steady and calm as he answered, "I think you fucked up. Bad."

I could only groan in frustration.

"No shit! What do I do to fix it? I'm not ready for a cub!"

"Not that. I mean, yeah, you fucked up there too. But you fucked right now. You shouldn't have told me Cody's secret. It wasn't yours to tell, but you just blurted it out."

"I... but... I had to tell you! It's the whole reason I'm in this situation!"

"No, the reason you're in this situation is cause you didn't use protection. That doesn't mean you can expose his secret. I mean, it seems like the whole reason Cody was willing to do stuff with you is cause he trusted you."

It felt like I got kicked in the chest. My whole body deflated, and I sank down to the floor.

"Fuck... and now I blew that too."

"At least you only told me," Pete said, before quickly adding, "You did only tell me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not that big of an idiot."

"Ok then, I promise not to say anything. But do not fuck up again." Shifting in his seat a bit, he continued, "So about the, uhh, pup... I think you have to tell your parents."

I shuddered at the thought and said, "No way! They will literally kill me! At the very least I might never see Cody again."

"Do you know how to deliver a baby?" Pete asked.

"No..."

"And even if you did, I'm pretty sure they'll want to know where you got a newborn cub. Unless you think you can run away and raise a baby on your own."

"Fuck..." I groaned.

"Listen, Kyle, I know your parents; they aren't going to kill you. They're going to be mad. Oh man, they are going to be so pissed, but they won't kick you out of the house. I mean, you didn't force yourself on Cody or anything, so it's not like this is entirely your fault. Just mostly."

"I guess that's true... Fuck, this sucks so much though," I whined.

"Yeah, it does. Now imagine how your brother feels. He's the one you should be talking to anyway. Think this is hard for you? Imagine dealing with this shit when you were in fifth grade."

"Yeah, I know; it's all I can think about. But he won't talk to me. Everytime I try to bring it up he shuts down. It's been four days and I can't get through to him."

"Oh... That's probably not good," Pete said.

"What? That's all you got?" I asked.

He shrugged and answered, "I dunno man! This shit is way too complicated for me! I just found out boys can get pregnant like five minutes ago, what do you want?"

I sighed, replying, "Yeah that's fair..."

Neither of us said anything for a minute. I worried our friendship hung by a thread, until Pete broke the silence.

"So do you still wanna watch porn, or...?"

At least some things never change.

I walked home about half an hour later, no less scared but resolute in my goal to talk to Cody. Pushing open the front door, a familiar face was there to greet me.

"Dad! What are you doing here?" I said, tail wagging.

"Ha! I do live here too, remember?" he replied, his large paw ruffling my head fur. "I maxed out my overtime this month, so I had to take a day off."

"Oh cool. Hey what's for dinner? I'm starving."

He rolled his eyes, but threw a stack of take-out menus at me. "Your Mom is at the library tonight, studying for her classes, so I thought we could order something. Go find out what your brother wants."

Cody didn't respond when I prodded him, so I ordered for both of us. Thirty to forty-five minutes later we were seated around the kitchen table, enthusiastically digging into a buffet of eggrolls and sesame chicken with rice. While I was busy carefully portioning out my packet of duck sauce, Dad tried to strike up a conversation.

"So Dakota, how is school? Still going to enter the science fair this year?" he asked between bites.

"Uhh, it's fine, but I'm not sure if I wanna do that anymore..." Cody mumbled.

"Oh, why not? It's not until the spring, right? I might have some more time off before then, we could work on it together."

"I dunno..." he replied, shoveling food into his muzzle, making it obvious he didn't want to talk anymore.

"How about you, Kyle?" He said, turning to me. "Where were you this afternoon?"

"Over at Pete's place," I said.

"Oh right, that dalmatian boy; I always liked him. So what were you guys doing? Anything fun?"

"Umm..." I said, racking my brain for something that sounded less bad than the truth. "You know, hanging out..."

Dad laughed, saying, "Yeah, I gathered that much. Were you playing video games, or doing homework, or...?"

"Just, you know, hanging. Why does it matter?"

"Is it really so terrible that I want to know what you're up to? I'm sure one day, when you have cubs of your own, you'll want to be part of their lives too," he said.

My blood ran cold. A bolt of terror struck me stone still, chicken and rice falling off my fork, until the shrill sound of a chair scraping across the kitchen floor pulled me back to the present.

Cody suddenly stood, a paw covering his face as he turned his back to us. His chest heaved and he stammered, "I-I don't feel good. I gotta go... lie down."

"Are you okay? Do you want any-" Dad said, but Cody rushed out of the room before he could finish.

We both sat speechless. I tried to will my mouth into forming words again, but Dad broke the silence asking, "Did I say something wrong?"

"N-no! He's been... uhh... sorta sensitive lately," I replied, grasping for any excuse.

"Cody? Sensitive? Are you sure nothing's wrong with him?"

That was a very good question. "Well he's, umm, what's the polite way of saying it... Getting to that age."

"What does that... Oh. Ohhhhhh. I see. Well that's not the answer I expected, but it certainly explains some things."

"Yeah..." I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "And cause Cody's, you know, different, he's kinda dealing with some weird stuff."

"I can only imagine..." Dad said. "Well, I'm glad he trusts you enough to talk about those things. I know having an older brother on my side was invaluable growing up, and you've always been his rock. I honestly don't know what we would have done without you."

That made me feel even worse, and I whined, "Dad... Umm I should probably go check on him... You know, make sure he's really okay..."

"Yeah, of course. I'll save your food for later; go take all the time you need," he said, smiling and grabbing the plastic wrap.

I got up from the table, walking down the hallway and wondering what the hell I could say that might actually help. I eased the door open, and whispered into the room "Hey Cody... Can I come in?"

"...yeah."

I slipped inside, trying not to make a noise, and closed the door behind me. Cody was laying on his bed, curled up on his side facing the wall. I heard him sniffling, though it seemed like he was holding back now that I was in the room. I sat on the edge of his mattress, testing the waters to see how he'd react. He didn't. He stayed exactly the same.

"Umm so, we haven't really been able to talk about... that. I wanted to say I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have known this could happen. They talked about this stuff in health class, but I didn't even think about it when we were, umm, together."

That got Cody's attention. His ears pointed backwards as I spoke, then his dark furred face turned towards me. His eyes were red, wet streaks running through his fur where he'd been crying. But as he looked at me, all I saw was confusion.

"What? You don't have to apologize. This isn't your fault."

"I know you hate to hear this, but I'm older and it was supposed to be my responsibility..."

"You're not listening," he cut me off. "I'm not not sad because I'm, you know, pregnant. Well ok, I sort of am. It's hard to explain."

"Take your time, I'm listening."

Cody let out a loud sigh, choking up a little before saying, "I'm a girl. I almost convinced myself I was a boy, but I'm not. I'm pregnant, and only girls can get pregnant, so I'm a girl."

Fuck. I hadn't even considered this before. Cody was always sensitive about his body, and now he was face to face with an impossible contradiction.

"No. Cody, look at me," I said, waiting for him to make eye contact, "I've told you this a million times: you are a boy, you're just a little different. There is nothing wrong with being a girl, but you are my brother, not my sister."

"You're just saying that," he groaned.

I huffed and considered my options. I scoured my mind for anything that could help, but the only thing that came was a longshot. In any other situation, it would sound like I was making fun of him, but it was all I had.

"No, I'm not. Listen, you can not let Mom and Dad know I told you this; they made me promise not say anything. When you were born, they thought you were a girl. Until you were two years old, they had you in dresses and wearing pink and stuff."

"What!? Are you kidding me right now?" Cody said, shooting up to a sitting position.

"Didn't you ever wonder why there aren't any baby pictures of you?" I answered.

"But that proves it! Even Mom and Dad thought so!"

"You didn't let me finish. We thought you were a girl, but you never did. As soon as you could talk in full sentences you called yourself a boy. Mom and Dad eventually asked the doctors about it, so they did some test and figured out that you are an intersex boy."

"I... wait... So you're serious? You mean that I'm really a boy? For real?"

"Yes. I'm not an expert or anything, but you are a boy in every single way except for one. That just happens to include getting pregnant as part of the package."

Cody beamed at the news. You'd think we weren't dealing with a life-altering crisis from the way he smiled. He bounced up onto his knees and wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging so tight it was hard to breathe. He finally released me, and placed a quick kiss on my lips. I saw his joyous smile transform into a devious grin, and dreaded whatever came next.

"Soooooo... You love me, right?" He asked.

"Yes."

"And I'm a boy, right?"

"Yes..."

"So if you're in love with a boy does that mean you're gay?" He asked, delighted to watch me squirm.

That was the exact question I'd been wrestling with quietly for the past few months. When Cody and I were only fooling around, it was easy to dismiss everything as getting my rocks off with a willing partner; a convenient way to indulge my lusts while I was without female companionship. But ever since we confessed our feelings, that position became untenable. I loved Cody, and I loved his pussy, but he was a boy. The simple facts seemed to indicate that I was into boys. At the same time, I was still attracted to girls. I had no idea what to make of these seemingly contradictory positions.

"I... ummm... I don't... I don't know..." I mumbled.

"Oh come on, that's not an answer. You don't seem to have any trouble having sex with me, does that mean you're only doing it cause I have a pussy?"

"No! I don't know how to explain, but that's not it."

Then Cody went in for the kill.

"So if I had a cock, would you still want to have sex with me? Would you let me stick it inside you?"

My blood ran cold. That was actually something I'd fantasized about. It felt so wrong at the time, the idea of another boy inside me, but I was hard for the rest of the day thinking about it.

"Y-yeah. I didn't want to tell you before, but I sorta had a dream about you fucking me."

Cody's eyes widened at my confession. I braced myself for teasing, but heard the loud thumping of his tail against the bed instead. He sat up higher, standing on his knees as he moved his face closer to mine.

"Really? Tell me about it! What did we do?"

"Well ok. So you had a, umm, penis, and we were on my bed..."

Cody cut in right away, "What did my cock look like? How big was it?"

"I dunno, a lot like mine I guess. You were a little smaller than me, maybe like five inches."

His breathing became faster, and he said, "Then what happened."

"Umm, so I was laying down on the bed, on my back, and you crawled over top of me. Then I put my legs in the air, and you got between them," I said, ears pinned against my head.

"Wait a second, how about you lie down and we can copy what happened."

"S-sure," I stammered out.

I wasn't all that keen about acting out my most secret fantasies while Dad was home, but this was the first time since the pregnancy test that I saw Cody acting like his old self again. So I did as he asked, lying down on my back and pulling my legs toward my chest.

"Wait, were you wearing clothes in your dream?" he said, head cocked to the side.

"No, of course not. I thought you only wanted to act it out, though."

"Yeah, but it's not the same if we got clothes on."

"Cody, Dad is right down the hall. There's no way we can do that," I said sitting back up.

"Wait! Stay there, I'll lock the door," he said, jumping up and running over to do just that. He raced back to the bed, pulling his clothes off the whole way.

"Come on, get naked! It's no big deal if we're naked in our own room. We're brothers, that's supposed to be normal, right?"

I had no idea what normal even looked like anymore, but that seemed reasonable. This sounded more and more like a bad idea, but I couldn't say no. I'd screwed up so much already, this was the least I could do to start making it up to Cody. So I got naked. I left my discarded clothes piled up within arms reach, but knew that probably wouldn't help if something went wrong.

I got on the bed and resumed my position, knees on my chest, foot-paws pointed towards Cody. He didn't waste any time, climbing up behind me, his tail wagging like crazy.

"Ok where were we... I was between your legs, and then what happened?"

"Yeah. Then you started to, umm, rub you sheath against my butt," I said, my ears folding down against my head.

Cody jumped into action, pressing his puffy spade between my legs, rubbing it up and down right behind my balls.

"Yeah..." he moaned.

"Then you... You pushed your... cock... inside me... and we fucked" The words came haltingly; It was unbelievably mortifying to say out loud, but I saw Cody grinning from ear to ear.

He rocked his hips, grinding his pussy against me, trying to fuck for real. If I felt exposed before, this was like being paraded naked through the school hallways. Having a boy between my legs, humping away, made me feel so vulnerable, so defenseless. He wasn't even penetrating, and I still had to keep reminding myself to relax. Cody's humping became erratic; he growled out loud before slapping his hips against my butt and letting out a big huff.

"Fuck! This is so frustrating!" he said.

"We can pretend-"

"I'm tired of pretending! I want... I wanna do this for real, but I can't!"

I had no idea what to say. It's not like I could give him the right equipment for the job. There was, however, a solution that we might both enjoy.

"Do you remember that time, I guess it was a couple months ago, when you were on top and took charge?"

"Hmm? Yeah..." Cody said.

"Well, umm, I sorta saw some videos like that online. But they did it a little different, and I thought maybe we could try."

"Ooooooh were you watching porn at Pete's house again," Cody asked.

"Uhh... maybe..."

"I bet you guys were jerking eachother off, too."

"What!? How did you-" I stammered.

"Ha! Called it! See, I knew you liked boys," Cody said triumphantly.

I groused a bit, but couldn't argue the point. I did enjoy doing stuff with Pete, even if I didn't have any romantic feelings for him.

"Anyway," I said. "In the video, the guy was on his back, with his legs pulled back, and the girl got on top and put his dick inside. But then she was the one thrusting, like she was the boy or something."

I hoped my explanation made sense as Cody pondered this new possibility. I could see the gears turning in his head, eyes darting around, plotting out his new course of action.

"So, I'm on top and it's like I'm humping you?"

"Yep."

His eyes narrowed, then Cody grinned and replied, "Sounds fun, let's do it!"

His paws grabbed onto my sheath and before I could even react, he started stroking it up and down, exposing my cock and climbing on top.

"Cody, what the hell!" I hissed, "We gotta wait until after bedtime. We're gonna get caught!"

He wasn't listening. With one paw he spread the lips of his pussy open, and with the other he aimed my cock upwards. Then he sat down, taking me inside with a breathy moan. Any objections died on my tongue as he came to a rest against my knot.

"Yeah... Fuck that feels good," Cody sighed, hooking his paws onto the back of my knees. Staring into my eyes, he whispered, "You want your little brother to fuck your pussy, don't you?"

"Cody, I--ohhhhhh..." My protest turned into a low moan as he squeezed around my cock. It became clear I was not in charge.

He leaned forward, pressing himself against me even harder and growled, "Say it."

"Do it. Fuck my pussy." I gasped, good sense taking a back seat to his demands.

Cody wasted no time, moving his hips as soon as the words left my mouth. It was awkward at first, and I slipped out a few times before we got the rhythm down, but the results were magical. His hips slapped against the back of my thighs, breath coming in hot little huffs against my face. He leaned further forward, pinning my knees to my shoulders and planting his paws beside my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling in close for a kiss, but Cody was not in the mood for smooching. I heard him grunting with every thrust and could just make out a few words under his breath.

"Fuck your pussy, fuck your pussy," he chanted, like it was some kind of magical incantation.

I smiled at the grimace of concentration on Cody's face, licking submissively at the sides of his muzzle to help fuel the fantasy. He growled in triumph, hips slamming down even faster than before. He was practically crawling over top of me, trying to climb even higher and push himself even deeper inside. I hooked my legs around his back, pressing my foot-paws onto his buttcheeks, feeling his tail swishing joyously behind him.

His hips became a blur. Cody buried his muzzle into the side of my face, gripping my head with both paws as he threw himself against me with reckless abandon. His cadence faltered, and he moaned a single word.

"Cumming."

I whispered into his ear, "Do it. Squirt it all in me. Gimme all your cum."

"Gonna cum, gonna make you pregnant. I'm gonna put my cub inside you!"

He slammed down one last time, hugging so tight it squeezed the air out of my lungs. Cody whimpered and groaned and throbbed with orgasm, dragging me right over the edge with him. I pinched my eyes shut and pressed my muzzle against his neck, inhaling his scent as I fought the urge to scream in ecstasy. I knew nothing but pleasure, climax assaulted my every sense and the entire world narrowed down the union between our bodies. I could almost swear I felt him pumping me full of cum, flooding my body with his potent puppy seed. I was lost in the moment, and had a fleeting vision of my belly swelling with his cub.

The fantasy evaporated a second later, reality once again asserting itself onto our lives. But I was left with an eleven year old cub shuddering on top of me, and that was a pretty great consolation prize. Cody shivered his last then lay motionless, save for his chest heaving with every shuddering breath. His arms were a jumble beside my head, and the rest of his body weight was content to crush my torso. I took the time to steal a kiss, but even then he didn't respond. Rolling over on my side, I eased him back onto the bed, eliciting a groan of protest in return.

"Ughhh. I think I'm dead..." he moaned.

"Not very nice for you to die without warning. Especially after putting a cub inside me."

His ears flattened against his head, and he jammed his face into the mattress.

"So embarrassing..."

"Actually, I thought it was kinda... hot," I said, feeling a little flush of shame myself.

"Really?" he asked, eyes flicking back to me.

"No," I replied. "I thought it was extremely hot."

Cody grabbed a pillow and smacked me with it, but his wagging tail and smiling face betrayed him.

"Don't tease me! Besides you're the one who actually got your brother pregnant."

I batted the pillow away, laughing, and said, "Yeah, but now I know that you're just as big a perv as me. And we're in this together, I'm not going to let you go through this on your own."

"T-thanks..." Cody said, blinking back emotions and sitting up on the bed. "It's kinda scary, I guess. But... I dunno. I'm not, like, sad about it. And even though I wish I wasn't pregnant, at the same time I'm kinda glad it's your cub."

I kissed the side of his face, scratching behind his ears, before swatting him on the butt and shooing him out of the room to go take a shower. Cody grabbed a pair of my boxers to cover his modesty, and ensure I had extra laundry at the same time, before disappearing into the hall.

I could not help but feel my chest swell with pride as I cleaned myself up. My cub. Our cub. With all the stress and anxiety that came from discovering the pregnancy, this was the first time I actually contemplated the fact that we made a baby together. I was going to be a father, and Cody would be... well also a father. I think.

That was a brand new kind of terrifying, but somehow exciting at the same time.