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Eric and Milo: What Goes Around By Green

A loud sigh sounded through the hallway as Milo Thompson climbed the stairs to the second floor. The fact that the German shepherd was home at all was proof that his afternoon hadn't gone at all the way he'd hoped. Glancing into his older sister's bedroom as he passed, he found Anne talking on the phone to a friend as she delicately worked a file over the claws on her toes, a tiny nail polish jar set off to the side for when she was done. Seeing her younger brother pass the door, she pushed her glasses up her muzzle and smiled at him, waving with the file without even interrupting her conversation. Forcing a grin back to her, Milo kept going, trudging down the hallway to his own bedroom. Right now, all he wanted to do was flop down on his bed with his laptop and bury himself in the Internet. Those thoughts evaporated, though, as he opened the door to his bedroom and froze in place in the doorway. His brother, Eric, the eldest sibling, lay across Milo's bed, as naked as the day he'd been born, one hand holding one of Milo's pillow's up near his face, the other enthusiastically stroking his erect penis, which leaked pre-come down his knuckles even as Milo watched, shocked.

Eric hadn't noticed his brother's intrusion because his eyes were tightly shut and he was panting rather hard, apparently close to the edge, so Milo carefully stepped inside and closed the door behind him, making a point to lock it this time. His calm might seem unusual, but then this was hardly the first time Milo had seen Eric in the throes of passion. The brothers had been helping each other 'work off stress' in secret for quite a while now, though this was still the first time Milo had found himself in this particular scenario. The opposite scenario, on the other hand... "Oh shit, Milo, you're so fucking tight..." whispered Eric, as he kept working his fist along his rigid prick, "I'm s-so close, I'm g-gonna nut inside you..." Milo pouted and blushed. At least he'd had the decency not to talk to himself about his forbidden fantasy when he'd been in Eric's room... After crossing his arms and waiting for a few seconds, he cleared his throat, making his brother's eyes fly open in horror. "There's something disturbingly familiar about all of this," Milo said, trying to sound casual. "Fuck!" Eric yelped like a kicked puppy and rolled away from Milo, flopping onto the floor and hiding his shame behind the bed as his ears flattened to his head in embarrassment. "Holy f- Jesus Christ, Milo, you, you... God! You scared the shit out of me!" stammered Eric, looking shocked and humiliated at the same time, not an especially pleasant combo. Ignoring that, Milo tilted his head to the side. "Eric," he said, calmly, "Why are you beating it in my bed? Did you feel we needed to, I don't know, balance things out after that time you caught me jacking off in your bed? Because that was a while ago, man..." Blushing a deep red, Eric pouted. "The fuck are you doing home?" he asked, avoiding the question, "You were supposed to be spending the night at your girlfriend's place, man..." Milo just frowned a little more. His relationship with the tomboyish mouse named Angela Taylor was... complex, to say the least, but on paper at least they considered themselves 'best friends with benefits'. "Gela's not my girlfriend, and you're not gonna distract me that easily," he said, "Kinda difficult to draw attention away from the big naked doofus pulling his pud on my bed!"

Eric sighed and got up on his knees, still reluctant to reveal his groin, and his ears stubbornly stuck to his head. Milo had a feeling that if he peeked around the corner, he'd see his brother's tail stuck firmly between his legs. Sighing, Eric averted his eyes, which was rather out of character for him, and started rubbing at his arm. "Well... do you remember why you were in my room to begin with?" he asked. Milo nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, I had that dream about you and me and I was all conflicted and stuff, so - wait a second, are you saying you had a dream?" Milo asked, incredulously, "You had a sexy dream about us?" In truth, and to his chagrin, Milo had had several more erotic dreams about his brother since that day, but he'd never acted on them the same way as that first time. The smaller shepherd was somewhat taken aback when Eric actually whimpered as he nodded; his older brother usually exuded total confidence, which was one of the things Milo found so attractive about him - Cutting off that embarrassing train of thought right there, Milo cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. "Well? Are you gonna give me details, or do I have to go tell Annie that you were in here?" he asked, "Because you know she'd interpret this as you secretly being in love with me, and you'd never hear the end of it!" Eric looked at his little brother in shock and hunched down slightly, letting out a canine whine. In a weird way, Milo was actually enjoying this reversal of fortunes, but he fought hard to keep the smile off his face. "Oh come on!" Eric protested, "You couldn't! You wouldn't!" Milo scoffed and examined his fingernails in what he hoped came off as a casual way. "It would take her attention off of teasing me about my - about the butt thing," he said, frowning slightly as he skirted around the embarrassing issue of his sensitive prostate, "So why wouldn't I want to do it?"

Eric tossed back his head, looking skyward with a groan as if gathering his strength before he looked back at his brother. "Okay, okay..." he sighed, surrendering, "I dreamed I was, uh, at the changeroom at the pool, you know, the Friedman Centre over next to the park? And it's just me and Rachel, that otter on the swim team who's so hot it should be illegal, and we're, you know, fooling around, making out, and finally she just drags me into that one big shower cubical with the benches, the wheelchair access one, and she sits me down and starts giving me head." Milo crossed his arms again and frowned. "I fail to see what this has to do with you jerking off in here," he said, impatiently. Eric just gave him a Look and sighed through his nose. "I'm getting to that! Okay, look, I'm sitting on the bench, and Rachel's giving me a BJ, and it's the most amazing thing ever, so I sort of close my eyes and, uh, moan, except when I open my eyes, it isn't Rachel anymore, it's you," said Eric, nervously, "And you said - I don't remember, but it was something like 'I'm glad you're enjoying yourself,' and then this super girly giggle. And then - oh God, and then you got up, and you were still wearing Rachel's bikini, and I - I was so turned on that I didn't say anything when you, uh, turned around, p-pulled the bottom to the side, and, uh, you know..." Milo swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry, as he imagined himself in a girl's swimsuit, pointing Eric's stiff prick under his tail and then easing himself down until their balls nuzzled together and he was sitting in his big brother's lap... actually, aside from the whole cross-dressing thing, it sounded really, really hot... With both brothers now blushing and avoiding eye contact, Milo cleared his throat and tried to keep the conversation going. "S-so how'd that lead you in here?" Eric glared at him briefly, his cheeks burning. "Dammit, Milo, do I really have to spell everything out for you?" he asked, "I - I woke up, and I was hard as a rock, and I wanted you so fuckin' bad, b-but I knew you were going to Gela's today, and you wouldn't want to fool around with me, and I'd feel weird about asking you right before you go off on a not-date with your not-girlfriend, so - wait, why aren't you making out with the mouse, anyway? You say something stupid and put her off?" Milo sighed, despite himself, and sat down on the bed. "Nah, everything was going great, I wanted it, she wanted it, but we're kissing on her bed, she puts my hand under her shirt so I can squeeze her boob, but just as soon as I do that, we hear shouting from downstairs. I guess one of her sisters ate a cupcake with blueberries in it? I didn't know Amy was allergic to blueberries, but she started choking and gasping, and they drove her out to the hospital. She's gonna be fine, but Gela was all worried and wanted to be there for her, so..." Seemingly forgetting his situation, Eric gave Milo a genuinely sympathetic look. "Man, that sucks..." he said, "What shitty timing, eh?" Milo just gave him a Look. "Yeah, almost as bad as jacking off in a guy's room when he's already been cock-blocked that day!"

Looking suitably re-embarrassed, Eric averted his eyes and let out a quiet canine whine. "Look, Milo, I'm sorry, I woulda done it in my room, but I just - I wanted to do it on your bed, with your sheets and pillows and stuff, because I really needed... I wanted to smell your scent while I did it, okay? There, I said it..." Milo was very strangely flattered by that, but didn't want to let it show, wanted to still be pissed at Eric. If he was honest with himself, he might admit it was because he was upset about not getting any, yet couldn't hold a grudge against Gela herself because her reasons for calling their night together off were so very reasonable. If Eric or Annie were in the hospital, he knew he wouldn't be in the mood for loving... Unfortunately, Milo was not being honest with himself, and he was still convinced he was just super angry about Eric jerking off on his bed. "Since when are you a bloodhound?" he snapped, coming across just a little more whiney than he meant to. Eric sighed and looked him straight in the eye. "Okay, I get it, you're pissed, you have a right to be, but don't you get it, little brother?" asked Eric, "This is a great opportunity for both of us! You got blue-balled, I've been craving you all day, it works out perfectly!" "I don't believe you!" replied Milo, grumpily, "You get caught jerking off in my room, and now you expect me to let you fuck me? In what universe is the proper response to this situation getting down on all fours and raising my tail?" Eric leaned back and crossed his arms, and Milo was surprised to see the crown of his brother's dick peeking up past the edge of the bed; despite the situation, despite everything that had happened, Eric was still fully hard. He must have been really close to coming... "Okay, one, if you wanna top, fine, but we both know you prefer to receive, not that there's anything wrong with that, and two, when I caught you in my room, a girl had just blown me off for another guy, and I responded by giving you a handjob! And we didn't even have a, a Thing going between us at that point!" Milo was somewhat taken aback by this, and he felt the colour leaving his cheeks as he realized that Eric had a very good point there. "Oh... uh, I don't know..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, but Eric just grinned, looking more himself as his ears lifted back upwards as he got up himself, walking casually around the bed as though he weren't stark naked and steel-hard, and put his hands on his little brother's shoulders. "Come on, Milo," he said, gently, "It'll be good for both of us. You look super stressed tonight, so let's do what we always do and relieve some stress, eh?" Grinning self-consciously, Milo just nodded and whispered 'okay', and then whimpered quietly as his brother leaned in and kissed him.

Milo's eyes fluttered closed as their muzzles met, and he moaned softly as Eric's tongue pushed boldly into his mouth. When they'd first started fooling around, he'd refused to kiss Eric because he wanted his first kiss to be with someone he actually had feelings for. After sharing that kiss with Gela the first time they'd made lo-had sex, Milo had felt better about kissing his own brother, though each and every time, he was embarrassed by just how intimate it felt, by how gentle and tender the movements of Eric's tongue were. As the shepherds eased back down onto the bed, Milo was all too aware of how very naked his brother was, and his advanced state of arousal meant that Eric was very warm and giving off musky pheromones of desire too, all of which were turning the smaller shepherd on at an almost alarming rate. Eric reached in and unzipped the fly on Milo's pants, slipping his hand inside and gripping his little brother's penis through his boxers, making the other male moan with pleasure. Milo lay back on the bed, allowing Eric to knead and massage his most sensitive flesh, and when he was fully erect, Eric unbuckled Milo's jeans and discarded them, which Milo found impressive since he never broke off the kiss. But instead of getting rid of the boxers, Eric slipped his hand around between Milo's legs, slipping the material there aside and pressing a finger to Milo's anus, which remained surprisingly tight considering how many times he'd bottomed for his big brother. At this, Milo whimpered and grabbed Eric's wrist, breaking off the kiss as he blushed. "H-hang on a second, Eric," he protested, "I saw you when I walked in, you were panting and preing all over yourself, you were so about to blow your load! You can't top me like this, you'd just stick it in and make a mess!"

Eric made a face at his brother and sighed perhaps a bit too strongly to be genuine. "What exactly did you think we were gonna do, Milo?" he asked, leaning back. Biting his lip for a moment, Milo treated it like a rhetorical question and didn't answer, instead trying to think of an alternate plan. After a moment, he looked up at his brother and shooed him away. "Okay, I got an idea, get off the bed," he said, slipping off himself. He grabbed an unfamiliar towel off the ground as Eric watched him warily. "I'm gonna guess you brought this with you for, uh, clean-up?" Milo asked, holding it up. Eric smirked and nodded. "What, did you think I was gonna come all over your sheets and run away?" the older male replied, "I was even gonna lean back so it all just got on me, because I'm a good brother that way." Milo rolled his eyes and discarded his shirt, and then stepped behind a slightly confused Eric and used his hands to help him get down onto his knees. "Uhhh, Milo, are you seriously gonna top me?" he asked, "Because I'd really like some lube first if we're gonna do that..." Milo chuckled as he got rid of his boxers and then spooned up against his kneeling brother from behind. Eric whimpered as the other shepherd's hard dick pressed against his butt, and he looked over his shoulder and lowered his ears slightly. "I - I'm not kidding Milo, come on, you c-can't do me dry!" he protested, squirming, "You've bottomed way more than me, and you'd never let me try that on you!"

Milo just grinned and reached forward, taking hold of his brother's achingly stiff cock. "Relax, Eric, I'm just gonna take care of this for you," he said, dropping the towel on the carpet in front of the other male's knees, "Just like you did when you caught me in your bed." Eric moaned out loud as Milo began to stroke his dick, then cut himself off and blushed, embarrassed by reacting so blatantly. He crossed his arms and pouted as Milo kept it up, running his hand along the taut skin of his brother's shaft, which throbbed against his fingers, leaking pre down onto the towel. "But Milo," Eric said, more softly, "I - I really wanted to fuck you today, I don't just want a handy..." He bent forward slightly to spread out the crumpled towel so that it covered the maximum area possible - and then Milo leaned against him from behind, pushing him down on all fours and spooning against his back. Eric groaned gently as Milo kept up that gentle, even pace. The smaller male leaned forward to whisper in his brother's ear, only too aware that this wedged his prick firmly between Eric's buttocks, a perfect 'hot-dogging'. "So just relax, big guy, close your eyes and blow your load, and then you can fuck me!" Eric looked back over his shoulder, still frowning. "So what are we gonna d-do while we wait for me to get it up again?" he asked, pointedly, "Play cards?" Milo laughed softly and gave his brother's dick a squeeze. "Hell no," he replied, "To make this whole thing up to me, you're gonna suck me off while we wait for you to recover! You're - you're really good at it anyway..." Eric groaned, both from those words and his brother's soft hand running up and down his sensitive prick, and nodded in surrender as a thick glob of pre-come drooled down to the towel below him. "Fuuuuck..." he breathed, "Okay, Milo, you win, g-get me off like this... but can I at least get back up first? I don't like feeling like you're - nngh - like you're waiting for the right m-moment to fuck me dry..."

Milo agreed and they got back up on their knees, and to Milo's delight, Eric leaned back against him with a moan, closing his eyes and letting the smaller male support his weight, focusing entirely on his cock and the pleasure his sibling was bringing him. Milo wrapped his free arm around his brother from behind, running his fingertips along Eric's well-defined abs, feeling up the other shepherd's masculine chest. "Oh God..." Eric whimpered, "I'm already s-so fucking close..." As he began to squirm, Milo bit gently at the back of his brother's neck, a rare opportunity for him to make a dominant gesture, one that evidently turned Eric on quite a bit. "Aaagh, bastard..." he muttered, without much fire, blushing as his erection began to leak a semi-constant stream of pre. "What's the matter, big brother?" teased Milo, his tail wagging behind him, "Don't tell me you're a one-minute-man! No wonder you can't get a date these days..." Eric flinched; the fact that his trysts with Milo now comprised the vast majority of his love life was something he was extremely self-conscious about, and he blushed even harder. "You're a p-piece of shit, Milo..." he grumbled, only to gasp, betrayed, as Milo let go of his cock. "Oh - oh God, no!" he whimpered, "Not again! J-Jesus Christ, Milo, you're g-gonna give me the worst b-blue balls! Fuck, p-please tell me this isn't like revenge or s-something..." Milo peeked over his brother's shoulder, watching amused as the older shepherd's dick throbbed angrily in the warm air of the room. "Oh no," Milo said calmly, "All you need to do is apologize, big brother, and I'll finish you off." "Apologize?! For what?!" he asked, then immediately continued into "...Oh. C-come on, Milo, I say shit like that to you all the t-time!" Milo started to move away from his brother's back, and Eric was quick to change his tune. "Okay! Okay! You win, dammit, you win! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" he whimpered, "Now w-would you please finish me off before my nuts s-start to hurt?" When Milo grabbed his cock again, Eric moaned long and wordlessly, and Milo chuckled. "See how much nicer it is when we're polite, Eric?" The larger male looked over his shoulder briefly and grinned. "Laugh it up now, little b-brother, but I hope you know that I'm going to fuck you so hard for this..." Milo wanted to make a witty comeback, but it was all he could do not to moan at those words as he leaked a little pre of his own onto the carpet.

Before long at all, Eric was squirming in his brother's embrace and panting like a feral on a hot summer day, his achingly stiff dick twitching and leaking warm pre-come all over the towel and Milo's teasing fingers. "Oh - oh God, I'm almost there," Eric whispered, "I'm s-so fucking close, Jesus Christ..." Excited, Milo began to jerk him faster and harder, tightening his grip as he stroked along the straining flesh. Eric began to tense up against the smaller male's body, his ears lowering as he prepared for the moment. "Fuck... oh, fuck..." he groaned, "Fuck fuck fuuuuuck - ohhhhh, Milo!" The last syllable of his brother's name trailed off into a long, moaned cry as Eric arched his back, overwhelmed by his orgasm, every muscle in his body stiffening as pleasure spread throughout him. His thick cock began to throb and spasm in Milo's hand, spurting long, gooey strands of hot, sticky canine come into the air of Milo's room, the jism seeming almost to hang in the air for a moment, glistening wetly, before falling down to the towel below and landing silently. Eric spurted again and again and again as his heavy, dangling balls tensed and twitched, spilling a rather impressive amount of seed as he groaned and shook in his brother's arms, lost to the pleasure. Transfixed by the older male's climax, Milo just watched as he kept his hand going, wanting to drag Eric's pleasures out as long as possible, unconsciously grinding his own erection against his brother's backside and rapidly wagging tail.

When the show was finally over, Eric slumped forward with a groan, catching himself with his hands on the carpet before he face-planted into the glistening mess on the towel. The smell of come was as strong in the air now as the scent of two very aroused canine males. Rolling over and lying on the carpet on his back, Eric sighed with satisfaction, while Milo blatantly let his eyes wander his brother's naked body, lingering on his slowly softening dick, which was drooling leftover semen onto his thigh, occasionally glancing over and marvelling at the sheer volume of the sticky mess the older male had created. "Wow, Eric," he whispered, "I've never seen you come like that! You got any left to fuck me with?" Eric laughed and smiled up at his brother. "I've been busy all week, got a bit backed up," he said, shrugging. Milo's eyes went back to his brother's penis; even now, after such a hard orgasm, Eric was only at half-mast, he hadn't gone down all the way. "So I see..." Milo muttered, feeling his own hard cock pulsing gently, followed by a drop of pre-come tracing his urethra all the way down to his balls. After a few moments of getting his breath back and being shamelessly ogled by his brother, Eric sat up with a groan, freeing his own tail to wag madly, and he grinned at Milo. "That was a nice one, little brother, looking forward to repaying the favour," he said, "Hop up on the bed and I'll take care of you." Milo's eyes widened slightly in excitement and he quickly got to his feet, but as he turned around to face the bed, he felt both of his brother's hands take hold of his rump, squeezing his buttocks gently. "God, you have such a nice ass for a guy, Milo," Eric murmured, and Milo shivered as he felt the other male's breath on his fur. Milo was about to say something, he figured he'd start with his brother's name, but before he could even get that far, Eric pushed him forward without warning, and Milo found himself draped over the edge of the bed, his legs hanging down, and his big brother's hands squeezing and kneading his flesh.

Milo whimpered, conflicted, at the gentle, pleasurable touch, finally whimpering and lowering his ears submissively (to his embarrassment) as one of Eric's fingers pressed against his anus. "C'mon, Eric, quit messing around," he said, pouting, as his brother tried to work that finger into his backside, "I said I didn't want to do this yet..." Eric flashed him a devilish grin, and Milo hated that it made him feel warm and tingly inside. Well, maybe he liked it a little... "I'm just curious, little guy," he replied, looking back under his brother's tail, "You know what Anne told me the other day? She said that one time, she made you come with one finger by doing this..." Milo blushed at his words and pouted even more, unknowingly making himself look adorable. "What?! She told you about that?!" he asked, mildly dismayed, "Even when she's not here, Annie's breaking my balls!" In truth, Milo was a little turned on by the idea that Eric knew about that, and a part of him really, really wanted his brother to try and recreate Annie's results. Eric chuckled slightly and smiled. "It's not like that," he said, "When you confessed about the prostate stuff, you said she told you that you had a really sensitive prostate. I was just curious how that played out." Eric's smile faltered for a moment, and as his eyes lingered on his brother's rear entrance, he whispered, almost to himself. "Actually, I kinda wanna try that..." Catching himself and blushing slightly, the older shepherd pulled his fingers away from Milo's back door and cleared his throat self-consciously. "But I, uh, I promised you a BJ, so..." Milo sighed in relief as Eric let go of his rump, though a part of him was a little disappointed, fantasizing about his big, confident older brother giving him an energetic fingering... He was distracted by this embarrassing fantasy, so he didn't see it coming when Eric smacked him on the tush as he rolled over, making Milo yelp cutely. Milo had to fight not to smile when Eric chuckled and winked at him. "All that and it's super-spankable, too," Eric said, "Yeah, I'd say you've got a fantastic ass, Milo." The younger shepherd gathered his courage and sniffed haughtily at that. "Real funny, dude," he said, "Why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use for a change and apologize for whacking off in my room, eh?"

Adjusting his position, Milo perched on the edge of the bed, heavy balls dangling freely, legs spread wide to allow his brother easy access, and his prick standing tall and proud. Kneeling down on the carpet between the smaller male's knees, Eric grinned up at Milo's face, but then looked down to his erection with a surprisingly eager look on his face that Milo could almost swear seemed like hunger. Without any wisecracks or other commentary, Eric immediately leaned in and began tonguing the other shepherd's balls. Feeling his brother's hot, wet tongue teasing and licking at his orbs, Milo moaned quietly and spread his legs a little more, shuddering with pleasure. As he watched incredulously, Eric pressed his muzzle against Milo's scrotum and inhaled deeply of the musky scent of his arousal. Canines were very odour-focused, so it was actually quite a deep compliment for Eric to bask in his brother's scent like that, and Milo was surprised at how flattered he felt. "God, I always feel like such a fuckin' perv, smelling my own little brother's musk, licking his balls..." Eric muttered, "If it didn't make us feel so goddamned good, I'd probably feel guilty about it..." With that, he took one of Milo's testicles into his mouth and began to suckle, running his tongue along the wrinkled skin of the smaller male's sac. "Oh, oh fuck, oh Jesus..." whimpered Milo, who shuddered with pleasure. This wasn't something Eric did often, but it made him feel amazing every single time. He squirmed on the bed as Eric switched balls, leaving the first one to hang freely again, glistening with saliva in air that suddenly felt cool after experiencing the warmth of a mouth. As Eric took his time suckling his brother's balls, Milo began to whimper impatiently, his ignored cock beginning to leak pre. As a drop fell on the end of his nose, Eric glanced up and released Milo's testicle, smiling as he moved just slightly higher and licked the remaining pre off of his brother's shaft, continuing to linger, to bathe Milo's prick with long, slow sweeps of his tongue. "God, Eric..." Milo whispered, "This f-feels so fucking good..." He closed his eyes to savour the sensation, and as if Eric had been waiting for that moment to catch the other shepherd off-guard, the older male suddenly took his brother's cock into his mouth, engulfing it entirely into his deep canine muzzle and squeezing the shaft with his cheeks. Milo moaned helplessly, bunching up fistfuls of the sheets beneath his hands as he shivered from head to toe, his toes curling up on the carpet, and his tail wagging madly, as if trying to free itself from his rear end. Eric reached forward, around his brother's body, and gripped Milo's ass, and for a moment Milo was worried/hoping that Eric was about to sneak a finger underneath and inside him to tease at his prostate even as he blew him, but no, Eric just seemed to want to hold onto the other male as he began bobbing up and down along his shaft, his tongue rubbing and licking at his brother's cock as he suckled. After a minute or so, Eric leaned back, biting his lip as he looked up at the other male, an expression of uncertainty on his face. "Uhhh... h-hey Milo, you remember how you wanted to be all open and stuff with me, so you told me about how you really like bottoming for me?" asked Eric, surprising Milo with his nervousness, "W-well, I, uh... I really like... I really like sucking you off."

Milo was, in a word, floored. He'd known that Eric was really good at going down on him, but he'd always been able to make it come across as if he was just doing Milo a favour, sometimes even making it seem like it was a chore for him. As he looked down at Eric's face, nervousness etched into every feature, his ears flat against his head, he recognized the fear he'd felt himself whenever he contemplated the idea of Eric finding out about his secret love of being the bottom. "I don't know what it is," continued Eric, "I just - your skin tastes so good, and your s-scent is so strong down here, and I always love making you pop, watching you go all twitchy and knowing it's because of me... I even... oh God... I even kinda like the taste of your c-come..." Blushing, the older sibling averted his eyes, studying the floor and bringing one hand back around to grip Milo's cock, absently wanting to make sure he didn't go soft while they talked. "You don't... you don't think any less of me, do you?" he asked, quietly. For a moment, Milo tried to remember if Eric had ever exposed himself emotionally like this before, but then decided that answering the other dog's question was more important. He reached up and scratched his chin as if thinking about it. "I don't know..." he said, dismissively, "Sounds kinda gay." Flinching, Eric looked up, a look of betrayal crossing his features - at least until he saw the huge grin on Milo's face and relaxed. "You shithead," laughed Eric, "Had me going there." It was Milo's turn to wink as he laughed with his brother. "Of course I don't think any less of you, you dofus," he said, "You're my big brother, you're awesome in my book no matter what. How could I judge you after you were so cool with my thing? It's not like either of them mean Annie's right about us being totally gay for each other, right?" Eric was very quick to respond to that with a nod. "Oh, absolutely!" It was obvious to Milo that when Eric continued, he was doing so in order to keep from lingering on their sister's beloved theory that her brothers were secretly in love with each other. This wasn't a problem to the younger shepherd, who was just as happy to put that idea out of his head. "Thanks, Milo, it had been bugging me for a while," he admitted, "and I knew I should tell you, since you were so honest with me and all... Sorry about the interruption, let me get back to my apology..."

With that, Eric took his brother's erection back into his mouth, and Milo clapped a hand over his muzzle to keep from moaning out loud again. Instead of returning his now-free hand to Milo's rump, Eric took hold of his sibling's balls, gently squeezing and kneading them as he suckled on the other dog's dick. The younger male shuddered, biting his tongue and leaving his hand in place as he felt his brother's soft, smooth lips sliding up and down his saliva-slickened shaft, his flat, nimble tongue trailing along his taut skin, caressing Milo's most sensitive flesh, coaxing drops of pre-come out of his tip and then licking them up almost eagerly. After going quite tense for a few seconds, trying to maintain his composure, Milo pulled his hand away from his face with a gasp and surrendered to the pleasure, moaning with bliss as he lowered his ears submissively and lay back on the bed, openly panting and whimpering as his older brother's soothing mouth eased away all the stress in his body, until only the muzzle bobbing along his prick and the fingers teasing and rubbing at his balls mattered. Milo tried to sit still, but he couldn't stop fidgeting, couldn't decide whether he wanted to keep his eyes closed and focus entirely on the pleasure or lean up on his elbows and watch his brother at work. For his part, Eric had his own eyes closed, though judging by his face, he wasn't exactly over the moon getting off on what he was doing, more like the view wasn't especially great with his face buried between his brother's legs, so he wasn't bothering to look. As they continued, Milo began to blush as he realized that he once again wished Eric would couple his oral ministrations with a finger in his rear, felt himself clenching down on nothing as pleasure tickled along his nervous system. He was still far too self-conscious about his 'butt stuff' to ask Eric to do it, or to daringly finger himself right in front of the other dog, but on the plus side, it was helping him eagerly look forward to the main event afterwards, when his big brother would actually fuck him.

It didn't take long, by Milo's standards anyway, before he was trembling and whimpering, letting out the occasional canine whine as he fought the approaching orgasm for all he was worth. No doubt sensing this, Eric redoubled his efforts, moving faster and suckling harder, trying to counter his brother's best efforts to resist the pleasure. As the point of no return hurtled towards him, Milo sat up and put his hands on Eric's head, gripping lightly onto his ears as he began to hunch over. "Oh God... oh - oh God..." he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as possible, "I'm - I'm gonna come, I'm so c-close... oh, Eric..." After moaning his brother's name affectionately, there were no words, just whimpers and gasps, and to Milo's delight, Eric remained right where he was, instead of pulling away to finish him off with his hand and avoid the mess, as they did on occasion. Finally surrendering to his own body, Milo moaned a long, drawn-out 'ohhhhhhh' that was a little louder than he'd meant it to be, but he found he couldn't care as his climax exploded from within him, his whole body tensing up as his prick began to throb and pulse against Eric's tongue, spilling thick, wet gouts of his hot, flavourful sperm into his brother's mouth again and again, forcing Eric to swallow mouthfuls of the younger dog's seed to keep from spilling any. As Milo's body was wracked with ecstasy, as his eyes closed to savour the moment, and as he yelped and whimpered like a pup, too far gone to be embarrassed, Eric chose that moment to surprise his brother, and with the hand that wasn't massaging Milo's testicles, the larger shepherd suddenly pushed underneath a soft, warm buttock and pushed a single finger into the other male's tight warmth, Milo barking in surprise from the mild amount of force Eric had to use to force his digit past his sibling's clenching muscles. He immediately surrendered though, going with it in the heat of the moment, enjoying his climax all the more thanks to this single finger teasing him from the inside as he finished emptying his balls into his brother's eager muzzle.

When Milo had spurted his last spurt, and the pleasure tapered off completely, he fell back against the bed limply with a groan, his muscles twitching, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Before he had time to recover, his big brother was looming over him, a smile on his face - and his finger still buried within Milo's tight backside. As Eric leaned in, his intentions obvious, Milo turned his face to the side, whimpering quietly. "N-no!" he exclaimed, which seemed to confuse the other shepherd. "Something wrong, Milo?" Eric asked, frowning slightly. His brother blushed. "...Oh, sorry. I just - I thought you were trying to snowball me," he admitted. Eric looked at him for a long moment and then laughed softly. "You've been surprised-snowballed by Anne, haven't you?" he asked, grinning, "Bit gun shy, are we?" Blushing even harder as Eric laughed again, Milo pouted adorably and sighed. "Just shut up and kiss me." Laughing even harder, clearly delighted by the idea, the older male leaned in and captured his brother's lips with his own, and as the Thompson brothers sighed in pleasure, sharing in Milo's afterglow, Eric gently manhandled Milo up the bed until he was lying lengthwise along it, head at least near the pillows, instead of right on the edge of the side. This made it much more comfortable for Eric to lie down next to him, and even during the kiss, Milo blushed again, feeling weirdly self-conscious about how much he enjoyed it when his large, muscular brother threw one arm and one leg over him, like a soldier protecting a civilian from danger. In this case, though, they were both naked and sweaty, with the scent of arousal and semen still strong in the air, so as the brothers kissed and their flaccid, spent penises gently rubbed together, Milo felt like his brother's posture was more like Eric was possessively claiming Milo as his own. They kissed for a couple of minutes, holding each other close and enjoying the gentle interplay of their tongues, the way their soft lips slid against each other, and then Milo pulled away to whine softly as Eric began to wiggle that finger teasingly, whether on purpose or by coincidence brushing against his brother's sensitive prostate and making him leak leftover come against Eric's dangling scrotum. "Oh - oh, Eric, stop..." Milo whispered, squirming and averting his eyes, "I - it's too sensitive, I..." Somewhat surprising Milo, Eric immediately pulled the finger away without so much as teasing him for it. Using both arms to hug his brother closer, Eric licked at Milo's cheek affectionately, as canines are wont to do. "It's alright, little brother," Eric whispered, his voice low and sensual, "Just relax, enjoy yourself, you're always so uptight when we do this..." He leaned in close and kissed one of Milo's ears, which had rotated to face the back of his head. "...Just don't go overboard," he added, "I like you a little tight..." As he chuckled, he moved in close again and kissed the smaller male, and it was all Milo could do not to moan.

As the brothers made out, Eric adjusted his posture slightly, draping himself directly above Milo, supporting himself with his elbows while his hands scratched the other dog behind the ears, resting his legs between Milo's, which were slightly spread. He did nothing, however, to prevent their genitals from pressing tightly together, and at one point, Eric broke off the kiss and grinned. "Oh, shiiiiiit, Milo, the balls are touching," he teased, grinding against him, "What are we gonna do now?" Milo pouted and sniffed dismissively, but he couldn't keep himself from blushing just a little. "You s-still using that old fossil?" he asked, "Whatever, Grandpa..." Leaning in, Eric began to nip and kiss at Milo's neck, and he let out that damnably charming chuckle of his again. "You know you love it," he replied, "I can tell, that's why I still use it." Milo tried to come up with a sarcastic comeback, but... While he sometimes got flustered and upset when his siblings went too far with their teasing, the truth was that Milo could always tell that Eric was just being playful, and even Anne usually only went overboard when she got overexcited, so he found it difficult to maintain any genuine malice towards them, especially when it was just the brothers alone together. So he just closed his eyes and sighed happily, tilting his head back and exposing his sensitive throat, which was considered a very high sign of trust and respect among canids. As the older male teased his teeth and lips along his neck, showing that he was worthy of that trust (though to be fair, it wasn't exactly common these days for a canine to rip someone's throat out), Milo shuddered and reached up, embracing the other male's warm, furry body with both arms and even hooking his ankles around Eric's, keeping them pressed tightly together. "Ohhh, big brother..." Milo breathed, almost unconsciously. Eric paused in his licking, and when Milo opened his eyes again, it was the older shepherd who was blushing for a change, just a little. Eric smiled a little unconvincingly and let out a slightly forced chuckle. "Hey, careful there, Milo," he said, "You, uh, you almost sound like something out of those romantic yammy comics Anne's always going on about." Milo averted his eyes, embarrassed by the reference; when teasing her brothers with the idea that they were secretly falling in love, their sister liked to draw comparisons to the yaoi manga she loved to read in her spare time. Anne had a remarkable poker face for a teenaged girl, and Milo still wasn't sure if she was kidding or not when she suggested their 'stress relief' had romantic undertones. "It's - it's 'yowie', not 'yammy', Eric..." Milo said, not sure what else to say. Eric huffed slightly and muttered a 'whatever' before returning to his task, pretty clearly focused on pretending the incident had never taken place.

The shepherds kept up their warm embrace for a while, kissing and licking and nuzzling each other as they cuddled naked on Milo's bed, Eric's tail wagging freely and Milo's fingers tracing patterns into the fur on his brother's back. Eventually, as they'd been nuzzling against each other's cheeks, they pulled back and made eye contact, and Eric chuckled suddenly. "What's so funny?" asked Milo, frowning just slightly. Eric grinned. "I was just thinking about how cute you sounded when I made you bark," replied Eric cheerily, "I bet girls would love that, call you their little puppy, maybe get you a fashionable collar with your name on the tag..." Milo blushed and scowled even as he blushed brightly. In truth, Gela did sometimes call him 'puppy', though that was a playful callback to the games they'd played in their youth, not this embarrassing pet-play stuff Eric was hinting at. "Yeah, yeah, eat me," he muttered, dismayed when Eric responded by laughing happily. "Been there, done that," teased Eric, "Come on, man, you have to admit it's a little bit funny. I made you bark!" Looking back at his brother, Milo peeled his lips back and exposed his teeth. "Keep it up and you'll find out firsthand if it's worse than my bite," deadpanned Milo, which made Eric grin delightedly. "Hey! That was actually kind of badass, little brother!" he said, missing the point of the threat, "Maybe there's hope for you yet!" Faced with that, Milo couldn't help but smile, and leaned up to bite playfully at the other male's cheek, the two of them getting into giggles as their snuggling turned decidedly more rambunctious than usual for a few minutes.

When the pair of shepherds had calmed down a little, Milo leaned up to kiss Eric again, and Eric pressed in a little closer, enthusiastically kissing him back. As their tongues danced and entwined, getting comfortable in each other's mouths, Eric began to slowly grind his hips against his brother's, and as their penises rubbed and slid together, they began to twitch and pulse, finally reacting to the naked body pressed against them. Milo whimpered into the kiss, his ears lowering, acutely aware of the sensation of both of them growing longer and harder, trapped between their warm, fuzzy bodies. Before very long at all, both brothers had reached their full pride, but Eric didn't stop, grinding his dick against Milo's teasingly, sensually. As he began to feel the first embers of arousal building up inside himself, the younger male broke off the kiss, swallowing nervously. "Oh, Eric..." he started, but his brother was clearly more interested in touching than in talking. "Shhhh..." Eric whispered, immediately leaning in and beginning to lay a trail of kisses along the other dog's sensitive throat, all while he kept the gentle rubbing going. Milo managed to keep silent as he shuddered with gratification, but when their cocks started feeling slicker, and he realized that Eric was leaking pre between them, Milo couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Within minutes, he was trembling in the larger male's arms, pushing his hips back against Eric's gentle movements, wanting more. He knew there was a term for when two guys rubbed together like this, he'd read it on the Internet, but he couldn't quite remember what it was, and naming it didn't seem nearly as important as actually experiencing it. As he felt Eric's prick throb and leak more pre onto them, which resulted in Milo's dick pulsing and drooling in turn, the younger shepherd finally spoke up again, the submissive canine struggling to keep his ears upright. "Oh God, Eric, you're not p-planning to finish us like this, are you?" he asked, "Fuck, I - I need it so bad, please d-don't make me beg..." That brand of teasing was really more of an Anne thing than an Eric thing, but for a moment, Milo closed his eyes, fretting that Eric was going to make him ask out loud for his big brother to fuck him in the ass. To his infinite relief, the other male just smiled at him. "Heh, just relax, Milo, if you wanna get started, let's just get started," he said, "I swear to God, you could power a small country with your worrying."

With that, Eric got up on his knees and slid off the bed, and Milo found himself feeling oddly cool without the warmth of his brother's naked body pressed against his. He sat up as Eric stretched and then looked back at him. "Hey, where do you hide the Vaseline?" he asked, hands on his hips, totally nonchalant about his proudly erect cock. Swallowing, feeling that familiar excited nervousness building up inside him, Milo pointed. "O-over there, in the desk, first drawer on the left." Whistling casually, Eric went and retrieved the tub of petroleum jelly, his eagerly wagging tail belying his outer calm. With it firmly in hand, he turned around to face Milo and grinned as he popped the lid and began to smear the stuff along his rigid dick, moving his hand very slowly and watching his brother's face. Milo couldn't help but grin any more than he could keep from blushing as the older male showed off so blatantly. "There we go, that oughta do it," muttered Eric, stepping over to the wall to wipe off the excess lube on the towel he'd painted with his seed earlier, but Milo cleared his throat, and when Eric looked up, the smaller shepherd was on all fours, facing away from him, and looking very self-conscious about it. "H-hey, it's been a while since we did it," Milo said, nervously, "S-so could you lube me up too, like you did when we were starting out?" Eric's eyes darted to the opposite end of his brother's body for a moment, and his grin widened almost imperceptibly. "Well, sure, dude," he replied, "But you're going to have to move your tail out of the way first, unless you wanted to get gunk all over it." Averting his eyes and looking forward, studying his pillows as though there would later be a test on the patterns on their pillowcases, Milo semi-reluctantly flagged his tail skyward, shivering as he heard the low growl of approval his brother gave, knowing how much Eric loved watching Milo lift his tail for him. Truth be told, there was a small smile on Milo's muzzle, as he rather enjoyed showing himself off to his big brother, which was why he hadn't had his tail up to begin with, though the younger male would of course never admit that. He pulled away from his brother's hand, though, as a thought popped into his head. Milo bit his lip and glanced to the door, thinking of their sister on the phone. "Wait, Eric, should we, um, invite Annie?" he asked, "You know how much she loves to watch us together..." He gasped as Eric reached forward with his dry hand and gave his hanging cock a squeeze, kneading the skin as he grinned playfully. "Fuck Anne," Eric said, simply. Loving the feeling of his brother's hand on his penis, Milo lowered his front half to the bed and smiled. "Mmmm, maybe later..." he quipped, closing his eyes. He opened them right back up again and inhaled sharply, though, as the larger male let go of his dick and moved his hand to Milo's butt, spreading one of his cheeks aside as the slicked-up fingers of the other hand pressed between the younger dog's buttocks. As Eric began to rub his fingertips against his brother's anus, teasing him as much as lubricating him, Milo clenched his jaw, adamant that he wouldn't moan or whimper while Eric was fingering him, no matter how good it felt. So he just sat there, trembling and willing his ears to remain upright, as he felt the pressure increase gently and slowly until his tight entrance surrendered to the more confident male's fingers, as he felt Eric's thick digits pushing into his rear all the way to the knuckle, and as those same fingers rubbed along his inner walls, spreading jelly as far as they could reach at the same time that the fingering motions were helping him relax the tight ring of muscle so that the actual Deed would be easier on him. While he was so focused on remaining absolutely silent and not giving in to his ears, which begged to flatten themselves in homage to his strong, masculine partner, Milo was somewhat caught off-guard when Eric's fingertips brushed innocently over his prostate. The younger shepherd managed to keep his vocal reactions bottled up... but there wasn't much he could do about his rear involuntarily flexing, clenching down on those intruding fingers that had brought him pleasure even as he fought to resist that pleasure. For that matter, there wasn't much he could do about his penis throbbing, either, and as a single drop of pre drooled down to the bed, Milo heard his brother chuckle approvingly, and the younger male allowed himself to sigh self-consciously.

After just long enough that Milo had begun fantasizing once again about Eric getting him off from fingering alone, the elder Thompson pulled his hand back and wiped it off on the towel he'd dragged over to the bed. To Milo's chagrin, the other male spanked his pert ass again. At least he didn't yelp this time... "Okay! Nice and slick," said Eric, ignoring the dirty look he'd received after the slap, "You ready to get started, little guy?" Seeing that he wasn't going to get any remorse out of Eric, Milo rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, good to go..." he said, bracing his arms and legs against the mattress as Eric climbed on. "Good." Milo swallowed as the other shepherd put both hands on his butt... and then yelped as Eric shoved him to the side, hard, forcefully rolling his brother over onto his back. Before Milo could gather his wits about him, Eric grabbed him and tugged him over to the side so that he was once again in the middle of the bed, just turned rightside-up. "Then prepare to enjoy the ride!" Eric said, crawling on all fours above the smaller male with a hungry grin on his face. "F-face to face again, Eric?" Milo asked, feeling nervous and not knowing why, "We did it this way last t-time, didn't we?" Eric shrugged, his tail wagging freely. "I think so, but what the hell," he replied, "I like doing it like this." Nodding and catching his ears trying to lower, Milo dared to look up at his brother, agreeing slightly reluctantly and distantly wondering where said reluctance came from. "Okay," he said, then frowned a little, focusing on something else. "...Prepare to enjoy the ride? Really? Does that get girls hot or something?" Eric narrowed his eyes, widened his smile, and leaned in, whispering sensually to his dismayed partner. "You tell me, sweet thing, is it working?" Milo pushed his brother away as Eric waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Dude! Not cool!" he practically shouted, "None of this girly bullshit! I - I'm not your bitch, I'm your brother!" Eric laughed and raised his hands placatingly. "Okay, okay, just kidding," Eric replied, "Sorry, I forgot how crazy that shit makes you... And I actually came up with that line just for you, for the record, I was hoping you'd like it more." Eager to put that moment behind him, a blushing Milo crossed his arms. "Just for me, eh?" "Yep. I was thinking f it worked, maybe I could make 'The Ride' a nickname for my dick." Milo searched his brother's face and decided that Eric was being serious, and he couldn't help but snicker. "Okay, dude, one, giving your own dick a nickname is really seventies of you, and two... 'The Ride'? Seriously? What, because the wait is much longer than the event, and once in a while it makes someone sick?" Eric's smile finally faltered, and Milo grinned, feeling victorious at last. "Man, you're lucky your ass is so damned tight..." Eric muttered as he positioned himself down between Milo's widespread legs, and Milo rested his forearms under his head, finally feeling relaxed, smiling a smug grin.

Eric started out kneeling and put both hands on Milo's thighs, pulling the smaller male's butt up onto his lap before leaning forward and taking hold of his greased-up erection, lining up the tip with Milo's anus. When they made physical contact for the first time, both shepherds inhaled sharply, which happened with such regularity when they did that it was almost a ritual for them. Then, the two of them made eye contact, Eric asking a silent question with his eyes, Milo answering with the slightest nod, and the elder sibling began pushing his hips forward even as he pulled the other shepherd's hips back towards him. Bit by bit, the pressure increased, until finally, with the same suddenness that always caught Milo off-guard even though he was expecting it, he felt the head of his partner's dick push past the tight ring of muscle, and the smaller shepherd gasped as Eric pushed forward, inch by inch, burying his stiff prick under his little brother's tail. For the first time in many sessions, Milo felt a pulse of pain and whimpered, putting a hand on Eric's chest, and the larger male stopped instantly, placing a hand on top of Milo's and holding it tight as the other shepherd breathed deep and waited for the stinging sensation to pass, letting his rear once again grow used to the presence of his brother. After a moment of silence, which Milo found awkward, whether or not Eric did, he looked up and grinned bashfully. "You - you remember the first time we d-did it?" Milo asked, trying to sound casual, "God, it took f-forever before you were... before you were all the way in. I was s-starting to worry you might aagh... you might just get impatient and start f-fucking me anyway..." Eric shrugged and released his brother's hand. "Oh, I don't know, it was maybe a couple of minutes, five at the outside, before I was balls-deep," replied Eric, "I'd never, uh, never been with a guy before, and never done a girl in the butt, so I was gonna give you as much time as you needed, eh? Didn't want to be an... Well, I was gonna say 'asshole', but under the circumstances, I think 'dick' would be more appropriate, eh?" Both brothers managed to laugh at the terrible joke, and Milo lay back as his backside finally relaxed. "Ahhh..." he sighed, stretching his back, "You can keep going now." Aside from that one pause, they didn't run into any trouble, and in a matter of moments, Eric had once again hilted himself in Milo's warm, tight rump.

Eric adjusted his position so that instead of kneeling between Milo's legs, he was lying above his brother, the two canines' chests pressed lightly together. Once he'd gotten himself comfortably settled, Eric pulled back slowly, savouring the sensations as his dick slowly slid back out of his brother's rear, only to reverse directions and bury himself again, a little faster than before, testing the waters to see if Milo was comfortable with this pace yet. Milo grunted as his tight backside was filled up again, but he showed no signs of pain, and Eric grinned. Taking hold of Milo's shoulders and spreading his legs just a little bit more, Eric began to gently thrust into the smaller male's rump, letting out a sigh of pleasure himself as he felt the wonderfully hot, firm grip of Milo's rear entrance sliding along his achingly stiff prick. At first, Milo grunted or twitched every time he felt the other dog sheath himself completely, but as Eric's thrusts started reaching a regular rhythm, Milo sighed with pleasure, tightly gripping his own hair because he wasn't sure what else to do with his hands. After a minute or two of coupling gently, Milo swallowed and smiled self-consciously at the other dog. "S-so what happened to 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard?'" he asked, silently wondering if he was poking a hornets' nest. Eric just laughed and shrugged. "I dunno, I just changed my mind is all, thought it would be more fun to take my time, nice and easy," he replied, "Why? Were you looking forward to that? Cause I could fuck you as hard as I can, if you'd prefer, but you might not be able to sit down for the rest of the day..." Milo forced his ears to remain upright and chuckled nervously. "Oh no, no, this is, uh, this is just great, k-keep it up..." he stammered, making Eric's smile widen. They kept it up for a few more minutes, and then Milo whimpered, unable to resist the pleasure. "Oh my God, I'm so f-full..." moaned Milo, blushing, "What did you do? I s-swear to fuck, you feel so much bigger than last time..." The very next time Eric was balls-deep, he paused there for a moment, his ears twitching. "Did you hear something?" he asked. Milo searched his face, suspecting he might be setting him up for an embarrassing one-liner, but didn't see any evidence of mischief. "No, what kind of something?" he replied, straining to hear. The smaller male suddenly blushed and glanced down towards the point of their joining, even though he of course couldn't actually see anything from his position. "Wait, it wasn't a gross thing, was it?!" he asked, worried his body had betrayed him somehow. Eric just snickered and shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that..." He glanced over at the door for a moment, seeming awfully pensive for a guy with his dick buried in a warm body, and then glanced down at his brother with a frown. "You, uh, you locked the door behind you this time, right?" he asked, quietly. Milo nodded even as he looked over to confirm this with his eyes, as if worried the lock would have magically undone itself since the last time he checked. This didn't seem to be unique to his personal fretting, since he'd seen both of his siblings and Angela Taylor do this as well, reassuring themselves that a door was still locked. Eric seemed relieved by this and grinned somewhat sheepishly. "Right then, uh... never mind, let's get back to it..." Without another word, he resumed thrusting, and Milo sighed with delight, a big, stupid grin forming across his muzzle as he lay back and enjoyed the sensation of getting topped by his muscular older brother.

Soon, Eric had picked up the pace, his hips slapping against his brother's buttocks with every thrust, burying himself as deep in Milo's rump as he could, feeling his balls swaying back and forth beneath the action, like a pendulum keeping time with his rhythm. The larger male grinned ferally as he saw that his brother's dick had started leaking pre onto his stomach, turned on by the idea that he was getting Milo off by fucking him. As Milo reached down to take hold of his neglected dick, he yelped when his hand was unexpectedly slapped away. "What the hell, man?" he asked, blushing as best he could with his skin so flushed from arousal. "Don't you dare, little brother," murmured Eric playfully, "I want to make you pop like this again..." On the word 'this', Eric slammed his hips home with a little more oomph than usual, and Milo moaned out loud. "C-c'mon, Eric, you know it embarrasses me, and - and Annie isn't even watching..." he protested, having to pause midway through the sentence as Eric happened to hit his prostate, sending an unexpected pulse of pleasure through the younger male's body. "Who said anything about Anne?" laughed Eric, "God, watching you nut hands-free was so fucking hot... made me feel like a goddamned sexual tyrannosaurus." Milo whimpered from pleasure even as he rolled his eyes. Only Eric would think now was the proper time to reference Predator. Biting his lip, Milo averted his eyes, staring at his brother's boxers, which had landed on top of a balled-up sock, giving the visual impression of a bulging crotch, which Milo may have found amusing at another time. He tried again to talk the other male out of his plan, but the words just wouldn't come. "B-but... but..." Eric placed a hand on Milo's muzzle and gently turned his brother's head back to face him, his tone much more serious, much more sensual than before. "Hey, Milo, I know you worry that when you enjoy bottoming and act, uhh, a little subby, that it goes against the canine way, makes you less of a man or something..." Eric whispered, "But there's no one here except you and me, and I think it's totally awesome that you can come like that, makes me feel a lot closer to you. I swear to God, I won't judge you, not now, not ever, so why don't you just let me make you feel good, why don't you just lie back and enjoy it?" As he leaned in closer, Milo moaned softly. "Ohhh, yes, big brother..." Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around the larger male's warm body, gripping the fur on his back tightly as he kissed his brother with an enthusiasm that betrayed his eagerness, and as Eric resumed thrusting into Milo's backside, this time with a more gentle, even rhythm, Milo sighed through his nose, shuddering with pleasure. It wasn't easy for him to let go of his worrying, but in Eric's arms, with the rest of the world locked out, he would do his best. Feeling that rock-hard dick rubbing against his inner walls, occasionally bumping against his prostate and making his toes curl up, was admittedly making things a little easier...

Soon the shepherds were lost in each other, hands exploring each other's bodies, muzzles locked together, expressing their pure, canine arousal through a passionate kiss, Milo whimpering and trembling with bliss as Eric pumped into his rear again and again. The smaller male hadn't quite wrapped his legs around his brother's body, but he had raised his knees up high and squeezed them against Eric's hips. Unseen by either of them, Milo's tail, which had been pointing straight down between his thighs, flicked back and forth, doing its level best to wag happily, occasionally tickling the elder dog's scrotum. Eric shifted his weight to the side, and Milo broke off the kiss with a gasp, shuddering hard as the head of his brother's prick jabbed at his sensitive prostate. "Oh - oh, fuck!" he moaned, his cock throbbing, leaking pre onto himself. Eric reached down and gathered some of the clear fluid on his fingertips, then brought it up to his muzzle and licked it off - once he made sure Milo was watching. "Mmmm... Your teachers always said you were a sweet kid," he teased, grinning, "Tell me, Milo, how do I make that happen again? I wanna make sure I can do it when I wanna make you pop." Milo shivered at the idea, clenching down on the thick shaft inside him as he smiled self-consciously. "Uhhh, I dunno, you just have to hit the right spot..." he replied, scratching at the back of his neck, "M-maybe you could just start moving and I'll tell you when you're doing it right?" Without a word, Eric did just that, although this time, his movements were much more restrained, more deliberate, and Milo's toes curled up as he felt his brother's dick slowly pushing into his rump, spreading his inner walls to make room for itself within him. Eric adjusted his position every time he pulled back, keeping his eyes on Milo's face, and the younger male began to squirm, fidgeting underneath his brother's body, wanting him to move faster, to fuck him harder, but worrying that if he asked for that, Eric might slow down even more just to tease him. Blushing fiercely, he gave the other shepherd directions as best he could. "Oh... oh... Nngh - a bit to the left, I think? No, no, the right, definitely the right, sorry... oh, almost got it that time..." he murmured, thanking any deities that might be listening in that Anne wasn't there to watch this spectacle. Since she had more experience with teasing Milo's prostate than even Milo himself, the last time the brothers had done it, Anne had adjusted the angle of Eric's hips for him. Suddenly, Milo inhaled sharply, eyes widening happily as he felt a familiar pulse of bliss, albeit smaller than usual thanks to Eric's more restrained movements. "Oh! Oh, right there, Eric!" He almost whimpered with disappointment when his brother's next jab didn't produce the same result, but Eric narrowed his eyes with focus, and the next three thrusts had Milo moaning and wriggling uncontrollably on the larger male's dick, leaking pre all over himself. Eric beamed down at him, his tail wagging excitedly. "Looks like I found your sweet spot, little brother," he said, his voice low and playful. He began to thrust just like that, with more strength and speed than before, and Milo yelped and groaned, helpless to resist the pleasure. "Oh - oh God! W-wait, Eric, I, I, I don't w-want to c-come yet!" he complained, barely able to get the words out at all for the battering his backside was receiving and the ecstasy spreading throughout his body. Mercifully, Eric ceased his movements and shifted his position, returning to the regular thrusting he'd been doing that didn't threaten to overwhelm his little brother with pleasure. "Well, alright, Milo," he said, as if it were a great inconvenience, "Don't say I never did anything for you..."

Soon, the two of them were really getting into it, panting and trembling as Eric pushed into Milo's rear again and again, Milo pushing back against every thrust, clenching down so tight he could feel his brother's thick cock throbbing inside him, spilling pre-come that further lubricated the tight walls and made it easier for Eric to move. At the moment, Eric was nipping at Milo's neck again, and Milo was trying not to moan. They'd shifted their positioning a little; Milo had pulled his hands down from around Eric's neck, letting his arms lay limply above his head on the bed, but when Eric had adjusted his position, he'd taken hold of Milo's wrists, seemingly out of instinct, without thinking about it, and the smaller male was rather self-conscious as he realized what was happening. "God, Eric, I even get t-turned on when you hold me down like that..." he sighed, "It makes m-me feel like... I don't know... like I'm a s-subby little omega like those guys on the Internet who - who wear c-collars and leather and - hfft! - and call their g-girlfriends 'mistress'..." Eric sighed as well, leaning up to look into his brother's eyes as he slowed down a little, releasing one wrist to stroke Milo's face. "Oh, Milo, you're, you know... blowing this way out of scale..." Eric said, his voice a little strained from his efforts, "You keep doing that... You know I was just k-kidding when I made that collar joke earlier, right? J-just because you prefer to let me t-take the wheel when we're doing it, and you're a little s-submissive, doesn't mean you're all the way submissive like those guys! There's a difference between me holding your arms while we f-fuck, and, uh..." here he panted hard for a few moments, thinking, "...and putting on a gimp s-suit and a chastity belt while someone spanks your ass and tells you you're terrible. I... I think that's a thing, anyway..." The silly picture he'd painted with his words, combined with the totally serious look on his face as he tried to remember, had Milo snickering despite just having been worrying, and he found that he felt a little better already. "S-sorry, Eric," he said, "it's just kinda hard to relax with that s-stuff after all those years of hearing how confident and strong and d-dominant an alpha is supposed to be..." Eric leaned in and planted a kiss on Milo's throat, and the smaller dog shivered happily. "Come on, little brother," he said, softly, having halted his thrusting entirely by now, "you don't really think alphas are on point all the time, do you? They'd have heart attacks or go crazy from the stress of never relaxing or showing weakness. It's okay to let your guard down, Milo, especially when it's with someone you lo-" here Eric coughed, his cheeks suddenly flushed, before continuing, "Ah, someone you trust." After a moment, Eric nodded to their hands. "So, uh, you want me to let go, or...?" He trembled and blushed, but Milo still managed to smile as he whispered his response. "N-no, it's okay, Eric... it's okay if it's you." The larger sibling grinned back and took hold of both of his brother's wrists once more before he started thrusting again, and soon, both of them were panting and whimpering with need.

It didn't take long from that point, with the brothers hungrily kissing and grinding their bodies against each other as Eric took his little brother passionately, his movements slower, more sensual than the usual desperate rush for both of them to reach orgasm. The big shepherd leaned down to lick and nip at his partner's throat, which made the smaller male's helpless hands twitch and clench randomly, and Milo took the opportunity to bury his face against his big brother's shoulder and moan, letting it all out, trying not to be afraid or embarrassed to show the older dog how much he was enjoying himself. By now, his prick was achingly hard, desperate for attention, and drooling pre all over Milo's belly. As he pushed his hips back at Eric's thrusts, Milo moaned with need, and finally decided to face facts - or in this case, face the thick, rigid cock shoving into his tight rump again and again. "Oh, Jesus..." he whimpered, turning his face away from his brother since he couldn't hide it with his pinned arms, "Eric, I - I'm gonna c-come..." Eric gasped as he pulled away from the smaller male's neck and shuddered above him. "Me too, Milo, oh fuuuck, me too..." Caught up in the moment, Milo closed his eyes and shivered, his toes slowly curling up. "Oh, big brother," he murmured, "Don't pull out, I - I don't care if I have t-to shower afterwards... c-come inside me!" It was, perhaps, the most 'bottomy' thing he'd ever said during The Deed, but for once, in his brother's arms, Milo was not ashamed. Eric was rather caught off-guard, though, for he growled with pleasure from the other shepherd's blatant words, and after letting go of a surprised Milo's wrists, he forcefully wrapped his arms around the smaller male, squeezed him tight against his chest, and kissed him frantically, desperately, as though the act of smooching was going out of style tomorrow and he wanted to get all his kissing done right now. As Eric continued driving himself under Milo's tail, a somewhat overwhelmed Milo did the only thing he could do, and raised his suddenly freed arms to return the other dog's embrace, tightly gripping Eric's back and holding on as they plummeted towards the edge together. Eric reached the point of no return first, and as he inhaled through his nostrils with enough force to tickle the fur on Milo's muzzle, the elder sibling tensed up and squeezed his partner still tighter, driving himself home in his brother's rear one last time as his ecstasy broke through his defences and overwhelmed him. He grunted again and again as his pulsing cock began spurting hot, wet come into his little brother's backside, the gooey semen rapidly filling in what little space remained inside Milo, who arched his back and broke off the kiss to cry out wordlessly from the sudden sensation of warmth spreading within him. As Milo leaned in to kiss his brother back, Eric began making quick, shallow thrusts, even in the midst of his pleasure, jabbing the tip of his leaking cock against Milo's prostate again and again, ensuring that his brother would join him in climax. Sure enough, completely overwhelmed, Milo just held on tight and closed his eyes as he helplessly succumbed to a powerful orgasm, his hard prick throbbing and spasming between their bodies, ejaculating long, stringy strands of thick, sticky canine seed all over the trembling young shepherd's stomach and chest, several rogue jets easily marking Eric instead, given how closely they were holding each other. Almost as if rewarding Eric for sharing the pleasure, Milo's backside began to squeeze and clench in time with the spurting of his erection, making his brother's climax even better and continuing the cycle by making Eric want to pleasure his sibling even more. And so it was that the Thompson brothers rode out their especially enjoyable orgasms, holding each other for dear life, whimpering and moaning through a passionate kiss, and rutting and grinding against each other, heedless of the noise - or the mess - they might be making.

The next thing Milo was actively aware of was staring up at the ceiling to his room, his chin resting on Eric's shoulder. They weren't holding each other nearly as tightly as before, but they hadn't moved from the close embrace they'd found themselves in. Both of them had relaxed their muscles, and more of Eric's weight was pressing down on Milo than before, but there was something oddly comforting about having his larger brother on top of him, having Eric's arms around his body. Out of nowhere, the term he'd been trying to remember earlier popped into his head; when two males rubbed their dicks together, it was called 'frottage'. He giggled tiredly to himself, as it was a silly word, and he wasn't sure how he'd suddenly remembered it, but Eric didn't react. After a few moments, Milo realized that at some point during his orgasm, he'd lifted his legs and wrapped them around Eric's waist, as if trying to hug him even more. Glancing down, Milo smiled weakly at the sight of Eric's tail wagging happily, the only part of his brother's body that was moving. When he leaned forward to catch a glimpse of it, Milo also felt Eric's still semi-hard cock moving slightly inside him, and he savoured the naughty feeling and closed his eyes again. That had been far and away the most passionate sex the brothers had ever shared, it was really something, but it hadn't been as frantic, as rough as their couplings usually were. And there had been something about the way he'd let himself open up to Eric like that, the way he'd trusted his brother with the subby nature that he worried so intensely about, in a way he wasn't sure he'd even be able to open up to Gela Taylor... A sentence popped into his head, and he almost whimpered out loud, his flushed cheeks doing their best to blush as he tried to force the thought out of his mind, but the sentence lingered near the back of his consciousness, echoing in his mind... That hadn't felt as much like 'having sex' as it did like 'making love'.

Milo frowned and clenched his teeth to keep from growling at himself. Here he was, having just had some of the best sex he could remember having, and he was getting all worried he might have enjoyed it too much because he thought of a couple of words that made things awkward. Of course he wasn't in love with Eric! He didn't feel any differently about his brother now than he had before they'd started doing it. The other day, Eric had walked up right behind Milo while he was playing a videogame and farted before fleeing the scene, laughing childishly. That didn't sound like something someone who had romantic feelings for you would do, but it sure as hell sounded like something a brother would do. That reminded him, he still needed to get Eric back for that... Trying to relax, Milo sighed and nuzzled against his brother's cheek. Maybe Eric had a point, he did have a tendency to worry too much, and since they'd starting doing The Deed in the first place in order to reduce stress, it wasn't very helpful for Milo to fret and obsess over every little detail that could be interpreted badly. So he just took deep breaths, thought about the open, intimate sex he'd just shared with the male he trusted the most, and focused on enjoying his afterglow instead of worrying. After a while, he didn't have to try, and he just lay there, smiling softly and holding Eric close. Eventually, Eric stirred, leaning back, and though Milo's instinctive response was to hold him tighter, not wanting their soft embrace to end, he quickly let his brother go, and Eric got up to a kneeling position. "Mmmm, wow, that was fuckin' awesome, Milo..." murmured a very obviously satisfied Eric, "Are my eyes all bloodshot? I came so hard..." Milo chuckled, glancing down at the mess on his torso. "You think you had a good one?" he laughed, "I couldn't even see, I was shooting so hard! God, there's so much come..." Bracing his hand against his brother's hip, Eric pulled back with a grunt, and his flaccid penis slipped out of Milo's rump easily; the smaller dog whimpered as more semen began to run out of him. "Wow, you are just covered in the stuff, Milo," he observed, "It's all over your tail, your balls..." Milo pouted, feeling self-conscious about having Eric gawking at the mess that he'd put there, and that Milo couldn't even observe himself. "W-well, at least I can shower that off," he said, somewhat defensively, "It's not like you can wash off the ugly!" Eric laughed at that, getting off the bed and stretching before he tossed Milo the towel. "Here, get yourself cleaned up before it runs onto the sheets," he said, "Sorry to burst your bubble if you were expecting a tonguebath this time, heh."

Once Milo had gotten himself cleaned up at least enough to make it to the shower, he sat down on the edge of the bed and gingerly pulled his boxers back on. Eric sat down beside him, still naked, and put his arm around him. "So, your birthday's in a couple days," he said, conversationally, "Anything special you're wanting?" Milo grinned and shrugged. "Why do I get the feeling you're asking if I want an extra-special dicking?" he asked, which earned him a laugh from his brother. "Well, you could ask for something else, but I already wrapped that gift up," he teased, "So you'll just have to be a good little brother and be gracious about it." They laughed for a bit, and then, turning to the larger male, Milo hugged Eric close for just a moment, smiling bashfully at him afterwards. "Hey, Eric... thanks for, you know, not judging me," he said, to which Eric responded by winking. "Any time, little guy." Milo's grin took on a wry look and he nodded towards the door. "But seriously, dude, no more jacking off in my room, okay?" Eric raised his hands placatingly and lowered his ears in respect. "Okay, okay, I'll keep my business to my room from now on..." he said, before grinning irascibly again, saying "No promises about not fucking my brother in here, though, that's off the table." With that, Milo got up - making sure to keep an eye on the other shepherd and avoid any more unexpected ass-slapping - and walked over to the door, scratching at his back on the way. He turned to Eric to say something as he opened the door, only for the words to die in his mouth as the door swung open and revealed the dead end hallway which lead to Milo's room, as well as their sister Anne, leaning against the wall next to the door and grinning contentedly, her fur all sweaty and messed up - and her hand buried in her panties, which peeked out of her unfastened jeans.

Glancing up to see her brothers staring at her, and not looking the least bit apologetic, Anne grinned. "Oh," she said, calmly, "Hey guys. Sounded like you were having fun." As she stood up straight, Milo blushed furiously. "You - you were listening in on us?!" he asked, incredulously, "Oh man... h-how long were you there?!" As the confident female adjusted her glasses and stood up straight, casually slipping her hand out of her underwear and re-fastening her pants, Eric pressed a hand against his forehead. "I thought I heard something from the door! Goddammit, Anne..." Stepping into the room and bumping the door closed with a swing of her hips, Anne crossed her arms and grinned, her tail wagging happily. Still blushing, Milo looked down at the floor, and noted that Anne was barefoot, revealing her now perfectly-manicured toe-claws, though they hadn't yet been coloured. "Hey, I did you guys a huge favour, I'll have you know," she said. Eric frowned at her. "Help me out here, sis," he said, sarcastically, "how exactly is diddling yourself while spying on us doing us a favour?" Anne waved dismissively. "Oh, not that part, that part was just for funsies," she said, "I took a break before painting my nails, went downstairs to get a drink, and the 'rents were both at the table, talking about taxes or something boring, when all of a sudden, Milo here lets out this great big 'I'm having a terrific orgasm' moan that you can hear through the whole house." Milo went pale and leaned against the wall to steady himself as the ramifications of that went through his mind, remembering exactly how loud he'd been when Eric had sucked him off. "So Dad gets up and acts all concerned, worried you'd hurt yourself or something, because of course his mind doesn't go to a dirty place right off the bat," she says, "But I stop him from coming up here to check on you, tell him, 'Oh, Milo wasn't feeling well earlier, said his stomach hurt, went to take a nap,' and you know what? Dad decides not to bother you while you're trying to rest. That reminds me, Milo, you should probably act a little weak and sickly the next time you see Mom and Dad, act like you're recovering from a stomach flu or something." Milo whimpered out loud, trembling in horror at the mental image of Alexander Thompson walking in on his sons having casual sex. Somehow, he doubted his Dad would be as understanding as his sister had been when she'd caught them. Okay, the door had been locked, and their Dad couldn't actually have burst in unannounced, but that sure as hell didn't stop Milo's mind from painting a picture of the worst possible scenario, and their Dad still could have heard something unfortunate as he approached the room! Anne began casually licking her own juices from her fingers as she watched Milo squirm, a lewd look in her eyes. "Sooo, I couldn't be too mad at you guys, since you accidentally saved your own butts by not inviting me," she continued, "So I thought I'd just come up here and perv on you guys while you did it. God, your pillow talk was so fucking hot! I didn't think I'd have to rub one out right there in the freaking hallway!" Swooning, she batted her eyes and put on a slightly lower pitch to her voice. "Milo was all 'Oh, big brother, I'm so embarrassed about how hot I get from submitting to you'," she teased, lowering her voice still further, "And then Eric was like 'Don't worry, little brother, you don't need to be embarrassed, even alphas like to take it in the booty sometimes.' Jeez, you two are so cute together!"

Milo groaned, ears burning in shame, and looked away. "C-come on, Annie! I thought we were alone," he protested, "I n-never would have said any of that if I'd known you were fuckin' listening at the door! Oh God..." Anne stepped closer and hugged him, either oblivious to or unconcerned with the semi-dried semen in his fur. "Oh, Milo, you know I only say these things because you two being together makes me so happy," she said, "I tease because I love... and okay, maybe a little bit because you're even more adorable when you're all blushy with your cute little tail between your legs." On the bed, Eric mercifully drew attention by sighing heavily. "Did you really have to play the exhibitionist card?" he asked, "What if you got caught frigging yourself outside your brother's room, how would you explain that? No wait, don't tell me, you'd just rat us out because they'd be more upset over us having sex than over you perving on it." Anne pouted. "Oh, come on, Eric, I would have stopped if they'd come up the stairs, you can hear those creaky old steps way before you can see someone up here," she said, "I'm sorry if I killed the mood, I know you get cranky when I intrude on your special moments with your otouto." Eric's left eye twitched and he sighed again, even louder. "...That's one of your stupid yowie terms again, isn't it?" he asked, a touch of resignation to his voice. Anne giggled. "Jeez, Eric, it just means 'little brother', get your head out of the gutter." She laughed again, and this time, Eric couldn't help but chuckle along, and even Milo relaxed a little and smiled.

After a moment, Eric nodded to the door. "Well, I guess I can't get that mad since you didn't interrupt or tell us to do things or anything, and you did save our asses... though we only have your word to go on for that..." he said, rubbing his chin, "But let's not keep Milo any longer, I can't get in the shower until after he's done cleaning up, and I'm all sweaty and gross too." Anne waved dismissively. "Oh, that's no problem, you can go ahead and get in now," she said, to Milo's confusion. "Uhhh, you're not exactly in a position to say that, Annie," said Milo, putting his hands on his hips and trying to look defiant, "You're not the one taking the shower." The shapely, ever-so-slightly chubby female pulled Milo in close all of a sudden, pressing his face between her sizable breasts. She had to pull him off-balance to do it, given that she was the same height as her younger brother, so he couldn't pull away easily. "Oh, Milo, Milo, Milo," she said, petting his head like he was a feral, "You can't shower now, you're going to take Eric up on his suggestion! I mean, you could, but then you'd just get dirty again afterwards, eh?" Looking up, a blushing Milo frowned in confusion. "Wait, what suggestion?" he asked. Anne leaned down and licked his nose, giggling. "Well, as it happens, your little heart-to-heart was so romantic that even after I came, I wasn't quite satisfied," she said, her blatant words making Milo shiver, "So I'm gonna take you back to my room so that you can, how did Eric put it? Oh, that's right... 'fuck Anne'." Milo sometimes felt like he would never stop blushing. Now was one of those times. "You - you heard that?" he asked, before thinking of something more important, saying "W-wait, I'm all sweaty and there's come in my fur! I just had sex with Eric! I j-just came, I won't be able to get it up!" Anne giggled and began pulling her hapless brother with her to the door of his bedroom. "I don't mind if you're a little messy, Milo," she said, her voice playful and sensual, "but I wasn't exactly planning on playing with the bits of you that Eric was using... not unless you asked very nicely of course. And hey, I appreciate your concern for my pleasure, but don't worry, I'm sure I can find something for you to do while we wait for you to get your energy back..."

She opened the door, her tail wagging excitedly, giggling the whole way, as Milo went with her, about half protesting, half enthusiastic. Eric watched, not moving a muscle to help either side, grinning happily. Once Anne and Milo had disappeared into her room, Eric got up and started whistling to himself as he gathered up all his clothes from the floor where they'd been discarded in his passion, slipping on his boxers and leaving the rest in his arms. He gingerly picked up the soiled towel on his way out, dropping it into a laundry basket in the hallway as he heard muffled giggling and chuckling from Anne's room. Looks like she'd convinced him to see things her way. As he stepped into the bathroom and set his clothes on the counter, Eric laughed quietly to himself. He couldn't help but remember the time he'd caught Milo in his room, oblivious to his presence thanks to his blaring headphones, and the rather unexpected fallout from that portentous meeting. Thinking on it, he'd been so pleased with their new brothers-with-benefits relationship that he never had punished Milo for his original indiscretion. "Well, maybe we're even now..." he whispered to himself, grinning as he soaped himself up. An old saying popped into his head; 'What goes around, comes around.'

...And boy, he thought, had they ever!