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Authors Notes: Okay, Now I decided to do another incest story (big surprise there right?) but I also wanted to further expand my horizons by including other spices and other fetishes and such in this one too. There's subtle watersports and bondage references in it, as well as brother to brother incest. (as I mentioned) so I imagine it'll be a fun read. I even had a fun time writing it and watersports aren't really my thing but I think I did honor to the subject. Oh as a quick note These types of dragons are mammal-like having fur instead of spikes but do have mostly draconic traits, ie. quills long tails, skeletal structure, ect. Just imagine what you want I guess we all will think of them a bit differently. But I Hope you all think they're great too!

Enjoy

~Willace <>

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Behind Bedroom Doors

Chapter One

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"Pass me the syrup, Al." Tanner instructed the youngest sibling, starring at what had to be the driest pancakes their brother ever made. Still half-asleep the little dragon cub barely acknowledge the request. "Here," he mumbled and pushed the brown bottle to the opposite side of their kitchen table. Mornings had been slow since the start of the new school year was just on the horizon.

With a long, drawn out yawn, the middle child thanked his littler brother and then topped his plate off with a healthy glooping of maple goodness. "Alright guy's, I realize this sucks but after today we gotta' start making our own breakfast. That's why ~Yaaaaaaaawwwnnn~ I did pancakes. With any luck mom and dad will figure out that there's no free breakfast at school. If they do, they'll buy us better food here. 'Til then just eat it and be happy it ain't school food." I'll take cafeteria food over this slop any day, Allen, the youngest of them, thought while he sliced straight through his pile to the bottom. The knife made a gritty clink when it cut the last cardboard flavoured cake. Preparing himself a plate Trenton joined the lethargic crew at the round table.

"So did anybody hear the bang last night?" Tanner asked just before stuffing his maw to the brim with food. The other two boys gave a half-hearted glance at one another then shook there heads. "No, why? Did it make you have another accident?" Allen jeered and suddenly found this morning's conversation could be a bit more fun than previously assumed. More prodding would have surely ensued if the eldest dragon didn't step in. "I remember a time not to long ago when you had the same issue, Al. So show your brother some respect." This was Trenton's duty to Tanner, to defend him from the onslaught of pokes and jokes Allen would hand out like candy.

All the same Tanner fell quiet again and sulking starred at his plate. 'He did have an accident, didn't he?' Trenton thought, taking pity on his middle brother. Quickly he changed the subject. "Alright then runts, we got twenty-four hours to just kick it before we go back to the salt-mines. Let's hear some ideas." Both of the younger boy strummed their heads but came up with only one answer; Video-games.

Tanner wanted to play an old-school R.P.G. but Allen, being picky as a fourteen year old can be, demanded a first-person shooter. "I'm fed up with stupid games!" the youngest exclaimed once he swallowed down another gulp. "Tanner, why don't you like to play real games? It's so much better than running around with a knife when you can snipe people from miles away!" His arguing was starting to irk even Trenton, despite the fact the eldest son had to agree. As a compromise they'd both get to play a few hours of their respective games. The first one to be played was the R.P.G. mostly because it was only two players and Trenton had to wash the dishes. He gathered the sticky saucers and carefully dropped them into the sudsy water while the younger two ran off bickering into the den. It was hard to imagine that these were the days he'd be missing.

Nearly thirty minutes later Trenton rinsed the last bubbles down the drain and place another ceramic plate into the drying rack. A sigh and he dried his paws off using the side of his torn blue jeans. School also meant new clothes. Not that it was bad to be sporting a slick new wardrobe, the eldest son simply preferred the worn out pants and shirts he had. They just fit better, they were as he put 'broken in.'

"Trent! Allen keeps taking all my loot and killing me!" Jesus, act like you're the older one, Trenton thought, slicking the quills on his head back. It had become something of a anxious habit of his, to run a paw through his crimson, lengthy spikes that had amassed much like a porcupine's. They were soft enough to be fiddled with but solid enough to stand on end without help; something between fur and claws. "TREEEEENNNTTTT!!!!" Tanner exclaimed again with a high pitch whine.

Marching out of the kitchen with a stomp in each step the eldest dragon threw a wet dish towel at them. "God, I swear! Can't you two stop fighting just for five bloody minutes?!? It's like cubsitting a pair of toddlers, I swear!" Both of his siblings hastily stopped their fighting and froze in prone position, eyes towards the twenty eight-inch screen; barely daring to press the buttons on their controllers. "Good, now that were all friends again, Al drop out and switch to my profile." Disgruntled he obeyed and passed the wireless controller over, surrendering his comfy couch seat with it. "Alrighty Tanner, what run are we gonna' do?" It was a simple dungeon, one they used to simply harvest crystals and then sell them in the virtual town. Still Trenton felt it necessary to match his brother's character with a buff baddie with an arsenal of axes and other assorted blades. They decimated the level in a mere matter of eighteen minutes; half the recommended time.

"Well that was boring," Allen whined, sitting slumped in the easy chair; his arms crossed and ears lowered. "Sorry you can't get into it like we do but on the plus side you get your way now. It's time for a healthy serving of guns witta' helping of hot lead on the side. Go get the disc and we'll save on out." Without further comment the now peppy dragon sped away for his room at such a speed the floor should have combusted into flames. The remaining brothers laughed at the show. "Guess he doesn't know we're gonna' be playing all on the same team, huh?" Trenton joked and looked at his brother. Tanner sat with a soft smile, paws between his legs and his tail perked way up. A sure sign a hug was on the approach. "Fine, do it before he gets back," the older of the pair chuckled and a set of frizzy black arms squeezed him tightly. "Alright, alright, let go; he's coming back." Sure enough paws pounding across the hallway like thunder echoed and Allen skidded to a stop only long enough to leap over the couch and inbetween its occupants.

"Watch it stupid, your ass nearly smacked me in the head!" Crouched on his knees already Allen blew Trenton's irritancies off with a subtle 'oh, sorry' and loaded up the idolized game. His actions were quickly forgotten as colourful and noisy logos and pictures of gratuitous violence filled their eyes. Buttons were mashed and insults to enemies were shouted with much enthusiasm while the hours dripped away. When two thirty rolled by the house phone rang, breaking all three boys' concentration. "Got it! keep going!" Trenton announced as his character ducked behind cover still in game-play.

Ringing a few more times before he reached it the telephone's caller id display read their mother's number. "Shit, guys keep it down; it's mom!" The overall mood slowed to a hush as did the volume on the tv but the younger boys continued to blast away the targets. "Hey mom, what's up?"

Trenton continued to shake his head and occasionally couple it with an audible 'yeah, okay' and then hung up a short time later. "Alright dudes wrap it up, mom's having friends over tonight for another tupperware party or something and I'd let to make ourselves scarce if ya' know what I mean." In unison they all selected 'save and quit' then piled the controllers underneath the entertainment system. They all unspoken understood the plan, it was time to ride down to the skate-park for an extended thrash session on the rails and ramps. Before they made their way out Trenton pulled Tanner to the side while Allen grabbed the skateboards.

"Hey, umm did you... ya' know, get your bed sheets to the wash?" He whispered discreetly avoiding direct eye contact. Tanner didn't reply right away, his eyes tracing back and forth on the floor tile. Something concerning the fact that the deed was cleaned up earlier the morning was enough to suffice. "Alright, when we return home I'll help you set them back up. Let's get headed little man." With that Trenton gave his sibling a small peck of a kiss to the forehead and led him for the door.

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Down at the park things were pretty dead. The usual crowd was nowhere to be found and aside the staff, a lone squirrel sitting behind the rent-center, it seemed absolutely deserted. "Looks like we got the place to ourselves," Trenton announced sitting down at the lip of a pool. Tanner join him to the left and Allen on the right. "Any other bright Ideas?" the youngest dragon asked with a little impatience spread throughout his words.

"Well Tanner and I could ditch your smart-ass here and go shopping since you think my ideas are so dull." No further outbursts came from the fiery tempered dragon while the other two watched the clouds pass overhead. "Hey, that one looks like a fish!" Tanner exclaimed with great joy at finally being able find a puff that resembled anything. "Guess it does little bro, good eyes." Allen rolled his eyes and let out a huff, but kept his mouth otherwise shut. They stayed there for a while, faces towards the infinite space above them. It wasn't until someone's stomach rumbled did the notion of leaving arise.

"Don't look at me like that," Trenton chuckled amused by his brother's face, "A man's gotta' eat, right?" In agreement the other two dragons turned their thought to nourishment rather than entertainment. "So did you have any thing in particular in mind Trent?" Allen asked watching his brother Tanner twiddle fingers across a stray leaf. It took him a few minutes to reply, weighing all his options and considering the fact he had the final say. "Well what about Pizza?"

It was a peace offering really, a quick fix to make today seem worthwhile and not just a waist of time that Trenton had drug them into unwillingly. "Sure! oh, wait, where will we eat it? Mom has friends over and..." Tanner asked not fully realizing that by 'pizza' the eldest son meant at a pizzeria, not delivery. "He mean's at the square, dork." This provoked Trenton to smack Allen lightly on the back of his head. He did it mostly for being rude, but also for his intolerable snippiness lately. "Dude, that's it. Be nicer or else I really will leave you here by yourself." This time the 'I'm sorry' seemed a lot more apologetic and the timid of the younger brothers happily accepted it. Tanner was never really one for confrontation, even if he WAS nearly a year and a half older than Allen. Most of the time he'd simply endure whatever torture the young draconic bully would incite until Allen got tired with belittling him for the moment or until Trenton would intervene. In a small, admirable way, his older brother was his hero, something of a white night that could pop in whenever the devilish ways of his younger sibling became to much to bare.

As Tanner played with the tiny piece of foliage, the leader of the three stood up and dusted off the side of his leg. "To the car we go. Oh, decide right now what you want for toppings 'cause I'm not going to be standing there all day waiting for you two..." Trenton stopped, midsentence none the less, his attention greatly taken by something off in the distance. Both Tanner and Allen looked up as a pair to see why their brother had suddenly fallen silent. Despite their best efforts they couldn't trace where his gaze had landed. "Umm, Trent? Earth callin' to the moon. What are ya' gawking at?" Allen asked now standing up to help figure out why his older brother was acting so awry.

"Car. NOW!" He demanded snapping back to reality with a harsh tone. As he hurried the boys along they began to wonder why they needed to rush out like that. "Dude what gives!" Allen exclaimed irked by his brother's cloak-and-dagger secrecy. "Tell you in the car, now move it." Trenton snapped back and stole a glance over his shoulder. When he had successfully herded them to the main entrance the youngest of the three demanded answers.

"Wanna' tell me what this is all about? Nobody's THAT hungry for Papa G's Pizza, Trent." Wearing an incredulous look the oldest dragon stroked his quills. He was nervous and acting a bit strangely; both the younger boys now wanted to know why. "I think I saw somebody... er, saw someone famous-ish." he replied, still taking an occasional peek behind himself. With the mention of 'famous' their eyes blew up like fire-crackers. "Wow!" Tanner piped and his tail sprung up. "Oh, like movie-star famous or mobster famous?" Allen questioned, still not a hundred percent satisfied. Trenton swallowed hard and choose his answer as wisely as possible. "Kinda' movie-star... ish." Again with the infamous 'ish.' A clear sign that tipped the boys off that something was happening, something Trenton didn't really care to put into full detail.

Growing impatient with the older dragon's riddles, Allen strained for better information. "If they're famous let's go get autographs! What movie were they in? Oh right, duh, we're in a skate park, it's an action movie huh? Come on! Tell us, Tell us!" It wasn't long before Tanner joined in on the 'tell-us, tell-us' song and Trenton decided to approach it with a certain discreetness. "Well... ummm, oka...okay... Guess you're both ummm..... Never mind. Look ever hear of Wild Card inc.?" Obviously by the puzzled waiting looks on the boys' faces they hadn't. "Whew, where to start...? Alright, it breaks down like this: I'm seventy-five percent sure one of their stars is but a skate park's length from where I'm standing. He's very good at... being bad and I sorta' kinda' want to not have you two exposed to that situation while still personally being part of it, savvy?"

Nothing Trenton was saying had resonated in the youngest dragon's head. "Epic fail, bro. It's a movie star. They can't be bad-ass 'cause they just pretend. Now WHO is it and what's Wild Card Inc.?" Tanner, however, had grown disturbingly quiet and begun kicking tiny pebbles with his heavy eyes locked to the road. Trenton felt a thin drip of sweat grow on his brow and paws become clammy with worry. Could it be that Tanner actually knew about... No, not a chance, Trenton reassured himself, still temporarily in panic mode.

"I'll hold this against you 'til I die." Allen threatened forcing his older brother's attention to return from their youngest sibling. "I can live with that. Now come on. You, me, and Mr. quiet are going to grab some slices." With that announced Trenton had won the dispute and opened the car's back door, motioning for them to climb in. His escape plan almost worked until Tanner had a change of heart and spoke up; even if it was with a shy voice. "Trent, I havta' use the restroom before we go." Before the eldest dragon could ask if the urge really couldn't wait, Tanner's softly pleading eyes informed of the disparity behind his current situation. "Fine, ugh!" Trenton groaned feeling his control of the situation slip. "There and then right back; got it?"

Happily thankful, Tanner jetted off back for the park's confines while Trenton joined his other brother inside the family car. By the time Trenton felt tempted to go looking for his second youngest sibling Tanner re-appeared near the main gate, walking rather slowly. He inched along the entire way then without a word entered the vehicual and fastened his safety belt after gently closing the sidedoor. Despite wanting to, Trenton fought the urge to ask why it took his brother so long to relieve himself and just drove off in silence. That inquisition could wait until they were alone so just incase any embarrassing bathroom details could be learned without Allen's presence.

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Beaming with a smile, their waitress passed Trenton the bill. 'Thanks,' he mumbled, his stomach filled with pizza while his two brothers bickered as usual about this and that. It seemed the entire mess about the park had been completely forgotten to them and the eldest son was glad for it. "What time is it?" Tanner asked breaking Trenton from his own little world. "About six o'clock. Time to go, I guess. Mom should be done playing house with here friends."

Their bodies heavy with calories from the meal, each boy was a little sluggish about standing. "I've never ate so much pizza before in my life!" Tanner exclaimed in a low moan, his paws holding his stomach on the way out the door. As they left Tanner happened across we he thought to be a strange sight. In the table farthest from a door sat another dragon, except this one seemed much more canine in nature. It wasn't so much that seeing a hybrid was unusual or that the teen's horns were goofy looking coupled to that wolfish face. It was the mere fact of his company. A timber wolf no more than a year or so older sat directly across him, their hindpaws playfully nudging one another and there smiling eyes locked. Two boys doing that meant they were 'queer' and Tanner giggled a little bit, seeing the way they carried on. It wasn't really offensive like some people at his school said 'queers' were, it was almost somehow similar to how he related to his brother. Wanting to make new friends Tanner boldly took a couple steps in their direction but then quickly rushed out the door, responding to his brothers calls.

When the last of the three had made it outside after paying, Trenton heard the clock tower across the street begin to chime. "Looks like we were right on time. Dad should be getting home about now too. Maybe he could rent you guys a movie for the night." The younger two seemed mildly pleased with the suggestion and for the ride home actually got along. Be it the chance of a flick or too many greasy pieces of pizza weighing them down, Trenton didn't care. For him it was finally nice to get some quietness out of them.

Tanner was on the verge of falling asleep as Trenton pulled their family's second car into the driveway of the suburban house. It wasn't anything really special, but each of the boys were fine with calling it home. It had four bedrooms, just perfect for their family. This allowed each of the teens to have a space all of their own. Stepping out of the driver-side Trenton planned on visiting his room for a while. He didn't really mind the notion of a movie night with the entire family, but this was the last day of summer. He wanted to spend it doing the things he couldn't during the school-year.

"Hello Boys, how'd your day go?" Asked their dragoness mother from the easy-chair, their father on the couch. "Okay I guess. Took Allen and Tanner down to the park and then out for some pizza. Oh, yeah I put a little extra gas in the car too." His father thanked the eldest son and the two younger ones sat around the living room. "There's a pretty good western on, want to join us?"

Trenton looked around the already crowded living-room and shook his head softly with a smile. "No, thanks. Think I'll go bunker down and catch a small nap, maybe read something. Who knows? See you guys later." They waved goodnight and the oldest son disappeared down the hallway. When he got to his room he turned a little, looking behind himself. A small annoying thought popped into his head. He had forgotten to take their skate equipment out of the trunk. "Oh well. It can wait until tomorrow" he sighed pushing his door open. Entering his room the day's events replayed in his head. Tiny spots of blush formed on his cheeks beneath his dark fur as Trenton remembered his sighting at the park. Grinning he pulled the chain lock into place. After closing his door he swayed his tail as he turned towards his dresser.

Most seventeen-year-olds were foolish enough to hide their illustrious magazines under the mattress. Not Trenton. He learned at an early age through his friend's misfortune that was a bad idea. Instead he had them stashed away, below his blue-jean drawer. "Now let's see... What issue number was he cover-story for?" Trenton asked aloud, but still almost as a whisper.

Pulling out the lowest shelf revealed a stack of magazines labeled Wild Card Inc. A collection that he had taken great care to hide away. Taking the whole pile into his arms Trenton returned to his bed, eyes scanning the cover of the top item. It was a glossy image of a well built Sled Dog hunched on his knees in what appeared to be a public shower. His front paws were held high in the air, tied together by a long leather rope that was attached to the shower-head above his head. As if that wasn't enough to depict what style of media it was, in bold print below the issue number was the phrase "Ryan wants to get wet with you." It was one of Trenton's absolute favorites; but not the one he was searching for at the moment. No, that particular article could wait for later, but not much later.

Rifling through the stack Trenton placed himself bedside and spread them out, sliding the negative answers off into a jumbled pile. October: 'Dave and Robby Play Ball.' No, not that one. How about April's addition? 'Duke Buries His Bone in Tim's Backyard.' Yet another miss, but still on his list of top five. it was getting hard to remain concentrated on finding the issue that he sought but luckily he was running out of distractions.

"Oh here we go," announced a pleased dragon teen, picking up yet another scantily clad magazine showing a shirtless pair of males with arms wrapped around one another. A strong family resemblance could easily be seen between the two stunningly handsome Doberman. Not that the title didn't simply imply that as well. "Ricky and Matt strengthen family bonds." he felt the need to read it aloud, a way of further submerging himself into his own private reality and jog his memory. "It has to be Matt, there's not doubt about it. He has the same pattern as he does here." Trenton voiced his inner thought process all the while almost drooling over the deliciously looking dog. "Then why didn't I see Rick with him?"

Shaking out of his own trance the eldest dragon teen forgot about the encounter and redirected his focus towards relieving a swelling pressure in his lap. Pulling his weight against the top of the bed Trent parted his zipper with all the haste a seventeen could. As anyone could have expected his member flung free from it's captivity and bobbed behind the curtain of his olive shaded boxer shorts. After he had gotten past the immediate grope that seemed inevitable Trenton hunched forward on his knees and flipped back open the first issue he had found. "Well Ryan, I'd like to get you wet too," he sighed slipping his fingers around his rod, still encased in its cloth hiding place. Teasing his meat through the shorts Trenton dragged his eyes across pictures of an 'abused' husky who looked to be screaming for more. Intensely he watched the images progress until that sexy little pup was laying on his back, his legs above his head, and 'wetting' himself. Very clearly a watery stream of urine trickled out of the husky's rock hard shaft and poured down his snow white chest, tinting the fur there an almost dandelion shade of yellow. He'd lost all control of reality at this point, his synapses triggering like a machinegun and pleasure swelled in his groin. With the last bit of strength he could muster Trenton yanked his shorts down past his sack. Messily he shot a load out, having the good sense to cover his tip with a paw preventing any 'misfire.'

When the sensations died down along with his heart rate, Trenton quickly realized that once again he had failed to prepare properly. Now he had to find a way to clean up the mess without damaging anything by creating a wet-spot. A knock at his door only complicated the situation. Not by much but enough to inspire a bit of awkwardness and shaky timber in his voice. "Yea... Yeah? what is it?" He asked his voice changing from startled to normal partway through. "Just sayin' goodnight Trent. Mom wants me to remind you to set the alarm ten minutes earlier than normal." His youngest brother answered in an indifferent tone. "Oh okay. Night Al." Trenton replied and gave another scan around his room for a towel or dirty laundry. Spying a small washcloth he stood, stuffed himself back inside his jeans and zipped. No sooner had he done that another knock came at the door. This time it was a much lighter one.

Assuming it was Tanner, the eldest son tried to beat him to the punch. "goodnight to you too dude." Giving a small pause a shy voice whispered a mumble. It was too jumbled to understand what was said but was enough to send up a red flag that all was not right. "Two seconds dude just hang on!" Tanner announced springing into life, covering his tracks and then opening the lock on his door. Still Tanner didn't step inside as was expected but looked on with expecting eyes.

After not seeing the response the little brother expected he poked his head in the doorway to form a bit of security. "I got the sheet from the dryer but I still need help putting them back on."

His body shuddered, a tiny twinge in his groin and Trenton almost gasped at making the connection. Dirty sheets meant that another male had wet himself just one room over, practically in shouting distance. But it was one of his brothers, and the nicer one at that. He really shouldn't have found enjoyment at the idea. No the only thought he should have right now was pity. Still a tiny grin formed for a flash of a second before guilt suppressed it. "Oh... Okay little man, let's go. The coast clear?"

Not so gracefully the young dragon stepped back and looked at Allen's door. "Eh, yeah I guess." If they were caught heading into the same room this late at night Allen would defiantly have to investigate. That wouldn't be good news for either of the other brothers involved. So as a pair they crept to the end of the hallway and slunk into the room. Once Trenton shut the door behind them Tanner pointed with a sad face at the mound of blankets that he amassed on his desk chair. "Alright this is no biggie at all. You just grab one end and I'll get the other. Then we stretched them over the mattress in layers. Thin ones underneath and thick ones go on top. Okay?"

In no time at all the two brothers had the tiny single size bed well fitted with a colourful selection of blue and green sheets and comforters. Even the most discerning teen would gladly call it a great place to sleep. "Well I think that about does it. See you tomorrow lil' man." A gentle tug at his sleeve stopped his departure.

"Can you... sleep in hear to night? I think it would... help with the 'problem' if you did." Caught off guard Trenton shot his brother a look of disbelief. He didn't outright decline the plea but let a small gesture of annoyance soak in. "Tanner..." He began slowly trying not to squish the poor kid's delicate heart. "That's where I have to draw the line, alright? You're fourteen already. You gotta' beat some of the battles yourself now. Besides we're not going to both fit in such a small bed, it's just not a wise idea to try out. No hard feelings okay?" With a sigh Tanner lifted his tail a few inches higher and found that his paws were too jittery to remain still. "But... brother, please? I won't even take up that much room or steal the covers like I use too or..."

Clearly this wasn't a battle the dragon pup wanted to loose. His eyes a watery red and fingers trembling even more. Playing the bad guy was never fun for Trent but here it was almost too devastating a thing to do. "You're killing me here Tanner." he huffed putting a paw lightly on his brother's shoulder. "Two guys in one bed? Isn't gonna' work for us alright?"

Grasping at straws Tanner blurted out an attempt that decimated his brother's defenses. "It won't be like Matt and Ricky sleep in the same bed! I just meant..." The little brother froze knowing all to well he reveled far more information than he planned. "Tanner, hey look at me! How do you know about something like that, huh? Come on spill it, were you in my room going through my stuff?!?" Nearly at the point of shouting Trenton backed his little brother into a corner with his questions. Yet even through the start of tears Tanner tried his best to remain silent. Unfortunately an older brother's expecting eyes always had a powerful way of forcing the truth to surface.

"I thought you had some of my clothes... I didn't mean to find them, a magazine just fell out when I pulled out the drawer! I Promise!!!" Lurching forward Trenton clamped his brother's maw shut. "Shush!" He exclaimed worrying over if a family member might have heard them. "Now I'm torked that you went in there and if you tell ANYONE what you saw, you're in for it." Threatened the older male in a harsh whisper. Tanner shook his head violently agreeing, regretting opening his mouth and hoping to avoid further retaliation.

He could see the concern raising in the teen's eyes and fell back a bit to allow him some breathing room. "I guessing you're not... into men since you didn't keep it but like I said; blab this to somebody and you'd regret it for a long time. Our parents don't have to find out about this just like they don't have to find out about your sheets." His final word cemented Trenton turned to leave. A tiny whimper of a sentence irked him into staying. "Excuse me, what did you just say Tanner? I hope it wasn't what I think it was; for your sake."

He repeated himself, not any louder than the first time, his body language signaling it wasn't a smart remark. Off-put an older brother made his sibling repeat it a third time. So with a deep breath followed by a sighing huff, Tanner finally took his volume just above a peeping whisper. "I... wouldn't mind knowing what that's like... How Ricky and Matt... ~murmur~ ... together... If you spend the night in here maybe I could find out right? I mean you'd like that stuff right?"

Not sure if this was Tanner outing himself in a bizarre manner or just trying to save his own ass, Trenton stared on in befuddlement. "Wait, as in... Hehehe, Bro that's strangely tempting. Still forget it. I'm about seventy-five percent sure you're not gay and Honestly I... am more like Matt in certain aspects so thing could get rough for you. Catch my drift?" Much to his great embarrassment Tanner did, even more than what the older teen had expected. "That's okay, I kinda' wouldn't mind being... underneath you like that." Tanner explained twisting his paws in a nervous fumble. He couldn't be serious. "Hahaha, yeah right, dude. I'm not about to get my freak on with my brother. Beside the fact tha taking it under your tail probably wouldn't get you off, you're a bit under educated in this area." A bout of quietness and finally looked like Trenton had won the outlandish argument. Well that is until Tanner quirked a toothy grin and took a step bravely forward.

"I know what a dildo is. Does that count for anything?" retorted the young dragon cub. With a laugh Tanner rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. It was clear that he didn't really belief his brother. All of it seemed a bluff. A twisted, tempting lie just so his brother wouldn't have to leave.

"Oh yeah, Well how exactly does one use a dildo then Tanner?" It was a question that forced his sibling to blush. "See that's half of my point right there. You get all hush-hush about discussing sex but yet you still claim to want to have it. Sex, it complicates things and honestly I don't think you of all people need another complication like that in your life. Wait a few years and see how you feel, don't go jumping at ideas that pop into your head anymore, okay? I'm not discrediting who you are little man, I'm just saying right now, things are subject to a bit of change." He slicked his quills down, brush his ears along the way. "Besides I'm just not in the mood."

How anyone could find the strength to beat that lecture was impossible to comprehend but Tanner somehow did just that. "I know you're lookin' out for me here Trent. You always do. I just want to thank you for it. Plus I know if we..." He paused putting on the bravest face he could before continuing. "If you and me have sex tonight I won't need to keep having to change my sheets or get picked on by Allen or... or...." Sniffling had started but it was coming from Trenton for a change. "What you're asking is crushing me Tanner. What else can I say to make you see that us fucking is gonna' fuck us up?" Tanner had a small window of an opportunity before he'd loose his brother's affection for countless nights. "But Trent... what does it matter that we're brothers if we still love each other? Isn't that enough to make it okay?" Sloppily played through blood-shot eyes this was a true trump-card that eliminated all resistance his eldest brother could have put forth.

"Tanner, that's enough." Growled the older dragon, his head feeling hot and a lump in his throat. For a moment it seemed they were about to really start to fight, but something in Trenton gave way. "I'll stay. I'll sleep in your room tonight, in your bed. And if something happens, then it happens." He left it open for a bit of interpretation on his brother's behalf, but it seemed wise to do so. "I don't know how many times a day I say I love you. Should we actually end up having sex, I know it's not just going to be a one time thing and like I said, it'll get complicated. Are you sure you're really ready for that possibility?"

Swallowing stiffly the younger sibling nodded in silence and watched as his brother walked a bit closer. In sync he meet Trenton's hug and their steps to Tanner's bed were as perfect as a elegant dance. Lights went down and bodies slipped under the freshly folded sheets, sliding so close to one another. Neither side dared to venture further. That is until they were each on the threshold of sleep. Modesty dripped away and was replaced for the seeking of warmth. Just as a dream world set in each brother instinctively meekly reached out, embracing the feel of another warm body so close.