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Darkness surrounded me. Engulfed me. Wrapped around me like a blanket. Faintly, distantly, I could feel something tugging my mind out of the depths of slumber. I was cold. My throat hurt. The space between my legs was sore and throbbing, and my nostrils burned with a thick, cloying, briny-sharp smell.

A familiar smell.

A splatter of liquid, reeking of that overpowering scent, jerked me to full wakefulness. I coughed and sputtered, moving my face away from the sensation, and tugged my heavy eyelids open to gaze around with bleary eyes. I was lying on my back on the floor of Jake's room, the carpet rubbing against my bare fur with every movement. My older brother--my handsome, sexy, strong and virile alpha--was standing over me, a wide and toothy grin on his face. One hand was holding his sheath, pulling it back and aiming his cocktip down at me; aiming the thick, golden yellow stream which arced from it down at me, soaking my chest and face and belly with his urine.

"Wakey wakey, Danny."

I moaned. I whimpered. I sat up, and--embarrassing as it is to say--ducked forward while opening my mouth, letting the last dribbles of his full-bodied, briny piss wash over my tongue. It was bitter. It was musky. It churned my stomach and stoked the fires in my groin and cheeks hotter. And when I swallowed, then flicked my tongue out to lick up the droplets which clung to his cockhead and sheath opening, his hand moved over to pet my head and pull my snout into his dank, stinking crotch.

"Good boy." My tail wagged behind me. "Such a good little omega bitch." I whined, reaching up to cling to his hips. "You like drinking your alpha's piss, huh." I nodded, grinding my burning cheek against his heavy package.

"Yes sir. I wanna guzzle your piss. Anytime you need to go..." Embarrassment, and a little humiliation--but not an ounce of shame--tightened the knot in my gut at how pathetically needy I sounded; just like an omega should.

"Well, that can be arranged." Another scritch behind the ears made my eyes flutter closed in bliss. "Got a lot more I wanna do with you first, though."

"Mm... How long was I out?" The thought drifted through my hazed mind, pricking my musk-drunk brain with its icy claws. "Mom and dad aren't home, are they?"

"Nah." A chuckle. A pat on the head. A slow rock of his hips, pushing his heavy sheath and balls into my face; smothering me with the stench and presence of his alphahood. "You weren't out that long." He paused, and then a rumble from above drew my gaze up to meet his. "Thought passing out would get you out of your duties, huh?"

"N-no...!" I tried to jerk upright, but his heavy hand kept me pinned in place; in his groin, breathing in his heady musk. "I-I... I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I-"

He snorted and stepped away. "Relax, bitch. I know it's not your fault." Jake padded over towards his dresser, shooting a smirk back over his shoulder. "Just means I need to train you to be a better cocksucker."

There I was, kneeling on the floor, soaked in his piss, and my tail was wagging frantically at the thought. "Please, Alpha..." My urine-soaked tongue flicked across my lips. I swallowed hard, feeling the churning in my groin. I glanced down to confirm my suspicions--my cock was still soft and tucked away, like an omega's should be--and then looked up to him once more. "Train me to be your cocksucker. Your cumdump. Your dirty omega bitch." I could see the effect my words were having on him, and pressed onward. "My mouth's yours to do whatever you want. If you wanna piss in it, or cum in it, or..." I blushed. "L-lend it out to the guys..."

"Yeah?" He was hard. He was throbbing. He was stroking and squeezing his virile alpha erection; it seemed to me that he liked the thought. "You my little whore, Danny? Want me to lend you out like the slut you are?"

"Yes, Alpha." I let out a low whine. "I'm your dirty omega whore."

Jake smirked. "And what about that little ass of yours, whore?"

"It's yours." Again I gulped, resisting the urge to present myself right then and there. "Please, Alpha, c-claim my slutty omega ass..."

He laughed, the sound a low rumble in his throat. "Don't get ahead of yourself, bitch. Got plenty to do before that." Standing tall and proud, jerking his cock, my brother crooked a finger to beckon me forward. "Get that ass of yours over here. And..." A searing smirk. "Crawl on your hands and knees like the bitch you are."

I obeyed. Like the bitch I was, like a feral dog trotting to its master's heel, I dropped onto all fours and crawled over to him. As soon as I was close enough, I dipped down to give both of his feet a few appreciative kisses; a few appreciative sniffs, breathing in the pungent scent which lingered between each toe. He scratched between my ears, muttered out a "Good boy," and then tapped the crown of my head to draw my eyes upward.

He was holding the two condoms we'd used earlier. One of them pretty much empty, just a dribble or two of nearly-clear liquid gathered in the bulb. The other one straining around the sheer volume of thick, virile seed which filled it. Jake smirked, holding them both out to me. "Go on, bitch. Hold them. Feel them. Tell me which of us you think is the bigger male." His lips twisted further, cruel mockery dripping from every word. "A real male."

I nodded and accepted both gifts from my alpha; there wasn't even a comparison to make between the two. I hefted Jake's condom, which felt like an overfilled water balloon, and held my own barely even used condom in a tight-fisted grip. "You are, Alpha. You're bigger and stronger than me... Th-than any other male."

The stuttering of my voice made his smirk widen. The blush burning through the fur of my cheeks and tucked-down ears made his breath quicken. The shame, humiliation, and embarrassment written plain on my face made his hand speed up its stroking and pumping of his gargantuan erection. "Yeah, that's fucking right. And you're a pathetic little bitch, aren't you, little brother?" Emphasis on 'little'.

I whimpered. I whined. There was no use arguing, the proof was right there for both of us to see. "Yes, sir."

"Hm, tell you what." Stroking. Squeezing. Jacking off his fat, dribbling alpha cock. "Go downstairs and get a measuring cup. You're gonna see just how big a load your alpha can blow."

"Ja-"

"Did I stutter?" His lips twisted--not a snarl, but the beginnings of one--and his eyes flashed with fury under his brow.

"N-no sir!" Still on all fours, I turned to scamper towards the door. "I-I'll get it r-right now, sir!"

"Good." A snort from behind me. "And you'd better bring that little ass of yours back here quick, bitch."

As soon as I was out of the room--out of my alpha's sight--I paused to shudder and groan and take in a deep, steadying breath. And as I did so, my hand moved down to press my palm against the pulsing, throbbing, aching and oversensitive flesh of my package. I still wasn't getting hard, but I could feel the heat roiling within me. The arousal. The sheer lust at what had just happened; what had happened since Jake had pulled me into the woods in the park. Even his scorn, his glaring and growling, his delight in my humiliation and eagerness to punish any disobedience was getting me horny for him. Needy and wanting. Eager to please, and desperate to give myself over to him completely.

It only made sense. I was--am--an omega; his omega. I was born to serve my alpha in any way he demands, and even back then I think I knew that I deserve everything he cares to dish out to me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

After I finally got my composure back together, I rose to my feet and tottered on shaky legs over to the top of the stairs. And then, before taking the first step down, I stopped. Bit my lip. Cocked my ear and leaned over the banister to peer down to the first floor; listening and looking for any signs of movement.

Nothing; mom and dad weren't home yet. They wouldn't be home for a few hours yet, judging by the light still coming in through the window on the front door. I still had time--Jake and I still had time--to indulge, and to go all the way with each other.

I'll admit, it didn't end up taking too long to run downstairs, grab a measuring cup out of the cabinet, and then run back up to the safety of Jake's room, but it felt like an eternity. I was butt-naked, my fur was soaked with sweat and piss, and I stank of Jake's thick, cloying alpha musk; if there was anyone down there to see me in that debauched state, I probably would have died of shame right on the spot. I was already embarrassed enough to be down there like that, padding through the living room and kitchen and hoping I was dry enough to not drip anything on the floor, after all.

Jake was waiting for me when I finally returned to his room. Sitting on his bed. One hand pumping his throbbing shaft, and the other holding a pair of familiar briefs up to his nose. He was huffing and panting, letting out the occasional deep, rumbling growl in between. And when he noticed me, his lips twisted into a wide smirk once more. "You know, I think you might be onto something with this undie-sniffing thing. Nothing like getting a whiff of your bitch pheromones without having to get down in your crotch." Jake laughed, and then set my underwear aside. "Might need to have you start giving them right to me after you take 'em off."

I blushed while imagining it, and nodded with a wag of my tail. "Yes, sir."

"Mm. Got the measuring cup?"

I held it up for him to see, and bit my lip with a flick of an ear. "Yes, sir."

"Good." He pointed down to the floor, where I'd dropped the condoms in my scramble to obey his order; luckily, the bulging one filled with his cum hadn't burst. "Measure our loads, bitch. Yours first. I want you seeing the difference between an alpha like me and an omega slut like you."

I dropped down to my knees, and reached for the condom with my cum in it. "Yes, sir."

It didn't take long at all to measure my load; only one or two droplets dripped out of the opened condom to sit pathetically at the very bottom of the measuring cup. I could hear him snickering at the sight, and I tucked my tail between my legs while ducking my head. I'd never been much of a shooter, only putting out a squirt or two whenever I'd jack off. But with Jake's far more potent alpha seed in my sheath, in my urethra, killing off whatever sperm my little omega balls could put out, there wouldn't be any mistaking me for an actual male anymore.

Another roil of arousal in my crotch at the thought nearly made me drop the measuring cup.

"Now do mine, bitch. Oh, and..." I flinched; once more, something tossed my way by Jake smacked onto my muzzle before dropping down into my lap. Something soft and smelling faintly of my own musk. My underwear. "Clean the cup out with that first. Don't want my alpha seed getting tainted now, do we?"

"No, sir." Keeping my head ducked and my eyes downcast, I obeyed; I balled up my discarded briefs, and used them to wipe those tiny dribbles off the glass. Then I set them aside, picked up Jake's condom--felt its contents sloshing around--and untied it to start pouring his cum out.

And pouring.

And pouring.

I bit my lip, having to stop before getting it all out to prevent the measuring cup from overflowing. "That's... th-that's one cup..." My voice was faint, and my throat was dry. I could barely believe it. It must have been how pent-up Jake was; there was no way he could put out that much seed on the regular.

"Looks like you still have some more left." A low rumble. "Well, bitch? You gonna empty that out so you can continue?"

"Uh..." I gulped. I glanced around. I looked up to my big brother, my alpha, for direction. "Wh-where...?"

"Where else, bitch?" He answered with a wide, toothy, domineering grin. "Drink up."

I swallowed hard; my throat was pretty dry, and still sore from the throatfucking Jake had given me. At the same time, though, I knew what it would mean. What it would do to me. How his thick, creamy alpha seed would mold me even further into a needy, slutty, eager-to-please omega; his omega.

I whimpered. I whined. At last, I lifted the measuring cup to my open maw and tipped it back, pouring his cum all over my already-stained tongue.

I could taste his musk. His potency. His virility. I could feel it sliding down my gullet with every gulp, and settling heavily into my belly. When the deluge tapered off to a dribble, I even pushed my muzzle into the cup to lap his seed off the side of the glass. He was moaning, panting, growling in arousal at the show I was putting on, and that spurred me to go even further.

To look at him.

To lick my lips like the filthy omega slut I was.

"Good boy." In that deep, rumbling, husky voice of his, he asked me, "Taste good?"

"Tastes amazing, Alpha."

"You want more?"

"Yes. All of it. Everything you give me."

"Go on, then." He nodded down to the still-full condom in my grip.

The rest of his cum poured out easily, filling the measuring cup a good third of the way. I couldn't stop another moan from leaking between my slackened jaws as I stared.

"How much is it all together, bitch?"

"O-one and a third cup..."

"One and a third cup, huh?" He snickered. "Damn, blowing in your mouth earlier must've taken a lot outta me. Can usually fill two cups easy." He ignored my soft whine at that thought, and the way I pressed my thighs together around my hot, throbbing sheath. "A lot more than yours, huh?"

"Yes, sir..." Again I tipped the cup back, guzzling down the last of his load and then licking the glass completely clean. "More than any male, sir..."

"True. But you're not a male, are you."

Ducking my head. "No, sir, I'm not."

"You're a dirty little omega bitch, aren't you."

Tucking my ears against my skull, and my tail between my legs. "Yes sir, I am."

"It's what you were born to be. And it's all you're ever going to be. Isn't it."

Trembling, and whimpering, and whining; in shame, and embarrassment, and sheer aching arousal. "Yes, sir."

I could hear shuffling and rustling; Jake getting up off the bed, standing up, padding forward to loom over me. His scent, his masculinity, his sheer presence was suffocating me, and I could feel my lungs laboring to take in everything they could. He kneeled down, massive cock batting against my stomach and hands moving to knead my shoulders, and I felt his breath puff against my forehead. "Danny, look at me."

That took me by surprise. His words almost sounded, if I didn't know any better, like they had a touch of warmth in them. And when I peeked up at him, I saw the same warmth in his firm gaze; as firm as his grip on my shoulders, and just as gentle, too.

He cleared his throat, and then spoke; not as an alpha--my big, sexy, dominant alpha--but as my big brother. "If we do this... if I take you as my omega..." I could almost swear he swallowed with nervousness. "It's going to be the same as what we've been doing. It's gonna be rough on you... I'm gonna be rough on you. So... this is your last chance if you want to back out."

Blinking, feeling my ear twitch, I met his gaze fully.

"If it's too much for you, we can stop right now. I won't tell mom and dad about... all this... if you don't." He glanced away; towards the mess we'd made of his room with our debauchery. "We can just go on with our lives as brothers. We've probably both got more than enough fap-fantasies out of this to last us." A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding none of the confidence he'd displayed earlier. "But if you do wanna keep doing this, it'll be more of the same. I'm gonna go hard on you, Danny, and treat you like an omega. With all that entails."

I shuddered, a tremble running from my nape to the base of my tail. "You mean fucking me. Making me drink your piss and cum, and... huff your stink."

"Mmf..." His eyes fluttered, and I felt a splash of wet heat on my thigh; a gush of pre from his still-throbbing erection. "Yeah. I'm gonna do all that and more to you. Any fucking thing I want. All day, every day, for the rest of our lives together. And you're gonna do every-fucking-thing I tell you." That husky tone of domineering lust which had kept me moving at his every direction crept back into his voice. "You're going to be mine, Danny. My omega."

Fuck, hearing those words nearly sent me into a frenzy of arousal. How long had I been fantasizing about hearing something like that from my hot stud of an older brother? How long had I wanted that, or something very much like it; to be his, wholly and completely?

What else could I do but meet his gaze, take hold of that beautiful alpha cock I'd been dreaming about for years, and throw my last chance at a normal life away?

"I want it, Jake. Alpha." My body wouldn't stop shaking, trembling from head to toe; and I knew he could feel it as my fingers kneaded his shaft. "I want you to fuck me, and use me, and do anything you want to me. I... I want to be an omega, Jake. Your omega." It might sound cheesy, but my heart was pounding, and I was blushing like a virgin schoolgirl as I said those words. As I confirmed our desires. As I gave myself to him, wholly and completely.

He hugged me. Jake had never been a big hugging guy, so it kind of took me by surprise. But I pushed myself into his arms all the same with a whimper as he hefted me up, carried me over to the bed, and laid me down on my back.

"My omega..." With a groan, my big brother Jake closed his eyes, breathing in and out. Then, with a bone-shaking groan of near-feral lust, my alpha looked down at me. "Spread your legs. It's time for me to claim you, bitch."

"Yes, sir." Tail wagging, heart fluttering, groin churning with desire that had no outlet--needed no outlet--I lifted and spread my legs. With my hips cocked upward and my hands hooked behind my bent knees, I presented myself for the bigger, stronger, older male; the real male. Meanwhile, Jake rifled through his bedside drawer once more, pulling out one more condom and a small bottle of lube.

"Gonna be rough the first time." He grunted, rolling the stretched, straining rubber over his gargantuan erection, and then poured a thin line of lube along its length. Grasping. Stroking. Getting his cock slick and covered and prepared to take me. "I'll go slow. And you probably got enough of my seed in you for today." Then he loomed over me, kneeling down to position himself at my eager entrance. The first touch of his cockhead against my pucker sent the swarm of butterflies in my stomach swirling upward into my throat. "Just relax and be a good boy for me, Danny."

"Yes, sir..." I sighed. I cooed. I looked up at him, smiling as I settled into my place.

Then he pushed forward, grabbing my hips and working to stick his long, thick cock into me.

He wasn't lying, it was pretty damn rough. I mean, sure, I'd played around with myself back there; fingering my hole, using a hairbrush handle, all the ways a young gay man without a dildo of his own can play with himself. And although I'd never taken another guy up there before, I was pretty sure I'd stretched myself out a good amount over the years. But Jake was big, really big, bigger than anything I'd ever even dreamed of taking. And outside of fantasy, the reality of my own body's limits set in.

I grunted. I groaned. I whined as the sharp sting of my ass being stretched around his probing cock spread through my backside. "Fuck... J-Jake, go slow...!"

"I am going slow...!"

"Nnngh! W-wait, wait, gimme a... a minute...!"

"I told you to... mngh... fucking relax...!

"Ow!" I bucked underneath his bulk, trying in vain to push him off of me. "Fuck, I need more... ngh...!" I cracked one screwed-shut eye open, looking over to the dresser beside the bed where the lube bottle was still sitting. "Gimme a... a m-minute to...!" I snatched it up, squirting a generous amount out into my palm, and then reached down to spread the slick goo all around down below; onto my aching pucker, and his twitching erection.

A growl from above, filled with thunderous rage, froze me in place. A large hand gripping my wrist, vice-tight, made me wince. I realized my mistake all too late, and could only tuck my ears against my skull while turning my gaze upward towards my furious older brother.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?"

"Uh..." Gulping. Stammering. Trembling as a wash of icy-cold fear overtook me. "I... I-I..."

"Try to be nice, and this is the fucking thanks I get from my omega?" His lips pulled back in a snarl, and for a moment I was sure he was going to kill me; clamp that razor-sharp bear trap of a jaw around my neck and tear my throat out. But instead, he rolled off the bed and then yanked me after him. My arm nearly came out of its socket as he pulled me along, and I had to scramble and stumble onto my shaking legs as I followed him out of the room. Down the hall. Into the bathroom, and over to the sink. Jake nearly threw me against the counter with a grunt, and then set the lube bottle down next to me. "Dump it, bitch."

"W-wha...?" Still reeling from what had just happened, I stared at him with a dumbstruck look on my face.

"The lube. Dump it down the sink." He crossed his arms over his broad chest. Expectant. Impatient. "You've just lost your privilege to it."

"N-no..." I whimpered. "Please, Ja- A-Alpha..." I whined. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-I'll take your cock like I should, I promise!" I begged in vain; by his expression, and the twitching of his biceps and fingers, his simmering rage was threatening to boil over.

"I'm not gonna tell you again, Danny. Dump it down the drain."

It was an order, and I couldn't disobey. My hands grabbed the lube bottle and twisted the cap off, and then upturned it over the sink. They squeezed and shook, making sure every drop of the watery liquid was dumped out. Then they turned the faucet on, and I watched as all of it was washed away.

"Good. Now..." A tight grip on my shoulder. Overwhelming strength whirling me around and shoving me towards the toilet. Another growl sending my instincts--that primal part of my brain hardwired to please my alpha--into overdrive. "Grab some toilet paper, then crawl over here and get this condom off me." His snarl became a wide, toothy, humorless grin. "I want you wiping my dick off. You're gonna take me dry."

"Yes, sir." Again, my hands moved of their own accord, gathering up a good amount of TP. My legs collapsed underneath me, and then I crawled over to his heel. I knelt down, looking up at him like an acolyte at their god, and peeled the condom off of his twitching, dribbling, stinking alpha erection.

Then, like a good and obedient omega, I began to wipe his cock off.

Sweat. Lingering flecks of smegma. Precum and lube; I worked to get everything off that big, beautiful shaft of his. Even as I shivered in anticipation of my punishment--of taking that massive cock dry, all the way to those bulbous knots at its base--I couldn't stop myself from relishing my older brother's bitter-spicy, masculine scent. The feeling of his erection twitching in my working hands. The knowledge that I was serving my alpha; probably pretty fucked up, but hey.

However, when I dipped forward to snuffle into his sweaty, smut-stained pubic fur and breathe in his stink, he gave me a swat on the top of my head and yet another growl. "Focus, bitch. You aren't done yet."

I yelped. I nodded. I got back to work, keeping my head ducked and my eyes downcast. "Yes, sir."

It was slow going. His precum output was just as impressive as the rest of him, a steady stream leaking from his piss slit to undo my work with every pulse of his cock. Both the toilet paper and my palms were soaked with the slick seminal fluid by the time he grunted, nodded, and stepped away from me. "Good enough." Jake turned on his heel, and--with a snap of his fingers; again, like I was a feral dog--started making his way out of the bathroom. "Come, Danny."

I followed. Staying on my hands and knees, crawling on the floor at his heel, I followed my alpha back down the hall. Back to his room. Up onto the bed when he snapped again and pointed at it.

"Face down ass up, like the bitch you are."

With another soft "Yes, sir," I obeyed. I put my face down on the bed, the bedspread--smelling strongly of him--grinding against my cheek, and pushed my ass up into the air. Hiked my tail up high. Spread my legs and presented for him like the bitch I was. My every breath came in deep, anxious gasps as he moved up behind me, grasping my hips and pushing his thick--so thick--cock into my cleft. Humping. Grinding. Groaning and panting as the underside of his shaft brushed over my tender rim.

"Get ready for it."

That was all the warning I had before Jake shifted his hips to aim his cocktip at my pucker. It pushed against my hole, prodded, and then jabbed forward to break through my hole's resistance. I whined, high and desperate, as more and more of his cock followed, sliding into my back passage without a care for my comfort. It hurt so bad, my inner walls being battered and stretched to their capacity as he filled me with his malehood. Overfilled me. Forced himself deeper into me than I'd ever thought possible, until the first set of his swollen knots pressed against my stinging, burning, broken ring.

Then, without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, he started to thrust. My older brother--my alpha--slid his shaft out and then in with a rough, domineering rhythm. Out and then in, pressing his chest to my back and groaning into my flicking ear. Out and then in, arms wrapped tight around my trunk to keep me in place while he battered my rear with his hips. His swinging balls. His every deep, hard, rutting slam.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Every movement of Jake's gigantic alpha cock within me strained my inner walls to their breaking point and beyond. But at the same time, its presence put a constant, inescapable pressure on my prostate, keeping me hot and horny and bucking my hips for him. It hurt, but it felt amazing. I couldn't take it, and yet I was in absolute heaven. I was being marked, claimed, taken by my alpha, and my body was being molded into a receptacle for his pleasure.

Again and again, I felt him surge into my depths. Again and again, I screamed in agonized rapture. Again and again, for what felt like an eternity; I would have been happy to die right then and there, with him buried inside of me and his arms wrapped around my squirming, wriggling, shuddering form.

Then the first set of his knots popped through my destroyed ring.

"Oh fucking shit!"

He growled. He snarled. He pressed his snout into the crook of my shoulder. Then he began rutting me in earnest, and I realized that everything which had come before had only been the prelude. "Fuck yeah... Little slut... Taking my dick..." His breath puffed against my sweat-soaked fur and flushed flesh. "Want it. Need it. Fucking omega bitch...!"

"Do it...!" We were both babbling, our minds lost in the heaving tide of our pleasure. "Mark me. Alpha. Yours. Always yours..."

"Mine... Mine...!"

His second set of knots popped through. He hilted within me, locked in place. He erupted. Gush after gush of his virile seed flooded my guts, filling me up to the brim; bloating my belly with the sheer size of his hot, thick, sticky load. But even as I howled at how good--how right--it felt, there was another wash of pain as he clamped his jaws down onto my shoulder. I could feel his teeth sinking into my fur and flesh, the stinging heat of it spreading from the bite as he marked me.

Claimed me.

We stayed frozen like that for another long, groaning, breathless eternity. Then I collapsed into a boneless heap on his bed, and grunted when his bulk collapsed down on top of me. I wriggled underneath him until he wrapped me up in his arms and turned onto his side, holding me close and tight against his chest. "Hey, Danny...?"

I gulped, croaking out in response. "Yeah, Jake...?" Distantly, I felt a brief twinge at not addressing him properly; but in the muzzy warmth of our shared afterglow, he seemed fine with letting it pass.

He rumbled, lapping against the deep, bleeding bite he'd given me. He dragged his tongue up to my throat. He pressed his snout against my ear, in a gesture that could almost be called affectionate. "That was the best fuck I ever had in my life."

My heart soared, and my tail began to wag even as it was pinned against his stomach. "Same."

I don't know how long we stayed like that; half an hour, an hour, longer. It didn't matter to me, all I cared about was how good it felt to be impaled on my brother's cock, held in his arms, being stroked and caressed and licked. But of course, all things come to an end; Jake's knots deflated, his hips bucked, and his softening--but still firm, twitching, leaking--erection slid free from my hole.

"Fuck...!" Stinging discomfort surged through me once more, the ache of what he'd done to me settling into my battered back passage. And then came another surge--of hot, stinging embarrassment this time--as I felt the deluge of his cum gushing out of me. Without the plug of my alpha's knots keeping it in my bowels, and with my ring torn wide open, it was allowed to leak out and down over my balls. Out and down over my inner thighs. Out and down to pool between us.

He grunted. He let me go. He pushed himself up behind me, and I could feel his burning gaze locked onto my destroyed ass. "Fuck yeah..." Jake gave me a smack on one of my pert asscheeks. "You look so fucking good like that, bitch."

Squirming. Whining. Pushing my rear upward, obediently letting him examine his handiwork. "Thank you, Alpha..."

With another grunt, Jake settled back onto his own ass, keeping his legs splayed wide open. "Why don't you be a good boy and clean up your mess?" That wide smirk. The flashing, nearly-feral look in his eyes. The slow pulse of his shaft, already stiffening back up for another round.

My work had only just begun.

I whimpered. I rolled myself over, slowly and carefully, and then crawled between my alpha's spread legs. I could see the smut coating that entire considerable length; his cum and, here and there, a few bright-red traces of my blood. But just like he'd ordered, I grasped that gargantuan erection in my hands and opened wide to start licking it clean; like a good boy.

Like his good slutty omega bitch.

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The night passed in a dreamy, musk-stinking, pain-and-pleasure-filled haze. I spent it in his room, following his every order, doing everything Jake asked of me. I drank his piss and guzzled his cum. I lifted my tail and let him fuck my sore ass black and blue. I sniffed and licked his armpits, and his paws, and gave his raunchy ass a deep, thorough tongue bath. And when at last I collapsed from exhaustion, fading away into a deep and satisfied slumber, I settled into his arms to be held close and tight by my alpha big brother.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. Still in Jake's bed. Nude, and sweaty, and stinking of his cum and piss and musk. Woozy, wincing from the deep-set ache in my rear end and the already-scarring bite on my shoulder, I managed to stand and totter out into the hallway. A glance towards mom and dad's bedroom confirmed they weren't in there, so I didn't have to worry about them catching sight of me in that state.

I sighed. I flicked my ear. I heard rustling and clattering from downstairs, and nearly shat myself. Slowly, slowly, I made my way over to the banister, cleared my dry throat, and called out. "Hey mom? Dad?"

"Just me down here." Jake called back up to me. "Get your little ass down here, Danny." A short pause, and then a rumble, bone-shaking even from that distance. "And you'd better not be wearing any clothes."

"Y-yes, sir." I shifted from foot to foot, and then called down once again. "May I brush my teeth and use the bathroom, sir?"

"Sure. Just don't keep me waiting too long."

"Yes, sir!" I double-timed it into the bathroom, emptying my bladder--and everything he'd pumped up into my ass the night before--before brushing my teeth and washing my face. I debated hopping into the shower to rinse off, but I was already keeping my alpha waiting; and, even if it would help keep things on the DL, I didn't want to wash his stench off.

At last I padded downstairs, poking my head into the kitchen where he was fixing some breakfast; two heaping bowls of cereal. "Uh, good morning..."

"Morning, Danny." He gestured me forward, and I moved to his side with a simper of obedience. Jake finished pouring out the milk, then handed it to me to put back in the fridge. "How'd you sleep?"

"Really well." I blushed, my tail wagging behind me; even if he had snored all night, I'd slept like a baby in his big brother's arms. Breathing in his rich, bitter-spicy, overly-masculine smell. Feeling his bulky, muscular body pressed against my own. "So, uh..." One of my ears flicked as I took another look around. "Where're mom and dad?"

"Told them to take another day out." He turned to me with a razor-sharp grin on his face. "So that means we got the house to ourselves all day again today."

I bit my lip as my chest and belly and groin roiled. Fluttered. Began to heat up once more in anticipation of what was to come. But then a thought struck me, and I looked up to Jake with a whimper. "Do, uh... Do they... know?"

He hemmed. He hawed. He looked away from me, scratching at the ruff of his neck. "Didn't talk about it with them yet. Might have to, though, since we're doing this."

Embarrassment. Shame. Anxiety. And yet, underneath it all was a small--but quickly blooming--bud of pride at the thought of being open about what I was. What we were. "Maybe."

He ruffled the fur between my ears with a thunderous chuckle. "Don't worry your pretty head about it." Then, he handed me one of the bowls of cereal he was carrying. "Eat up. You got a long day ahead of you."

"Y-yeah..." With a blush and a grateful duck of my head, I accepted the bowl from my alpha. However, while he made his way over to the table to start chowing down, I looked at the dry flakes of my breakfast in confusion. "Uh, Jake?"

"Alpha, Danny." He turned back towards me, one brow perked upward.

"Mm, sorry. Alpha?" When Jake gave me an approving nod, I continued. "I, uh, didn't get any milk..."

"Oh, right." He set down his cereal, then padded back over. Loomed over me. Grinned, holding out his hand for my bowl. "Here, let me get that for you."

I don't know what I was expecting when I handed it over to him, but I can tell you I wasn't expecting him to lower it down to his crotch. Jake aimed his sheath towards it and, with a grunt, began to piss. Dark-yellow, pungent urine soaked my helping of cereal, filling the bowl up almost to the brim. I blushed. I whined. But I didn't complain when he gave it back to me, along with a pat between the ears.

"There you go. Eat up, little omega."

I nodded. I joined him at the table, wincing as I sat down. I took a large spoonful of my piss-cereal, and popped it into my mouth; chewing, humming, swallowing.

It was delicious.

The rest of the day passed much like the one before. When we finished breakfast, we moved over to the couch so I could worship his sweat-soaked armpits while he watched TV. At his order, I kneeled on the floor to give him a foot massage, and at last got my chance to smell, to lick, to suck on his toes and pawpads. I spent a good hour or so before we broke for lunch with my snout between his rock-solid asscheeks, lapping up and down his crack and tonguing his taut, swampy tailhole. Then I sucked his cock, and he fucked me, and we kept going on and on until dinner. Until mom and dad got home. Until we went upstairs, Jake tugging me by the arm into his room for even more fun.

I could tell you about everything that happened after that sweaty summer day; me moving into Jake's apartment, having sex with him every night, relieving every bit of his stress until he graduated. Continuing to live with him as his eager, slutty omega bitch. All the shit he did to me, and all the shit he made me do for him. But that's a story for another time; for now, what I want you to take away from all this is that I'm so, so glad he took the plunge and changed our relationship. That he took me, wholly and completely.

I've found my place. My purpose. My reason for being.

And I couldn't be happier.