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Crisp opened his eyes and, much to his dismay, discovered that he had not been able to assimilate himself with the front seat and wither away in embarrassment. Instead, the coach's car was just now pulling into the driveway of a quaint little house.

The early spring sunset shone through the saplings and the old oaks across the street, making the driver, Coach Cam Collins, squint as it reflected off of the rearview mirror. The young wolf in the passenger's side sat up and pressed his hands against his eyes, grunting and heaving a small sigh. "You didn't fall asleep, did you?" the big collie chuckled, reaching over to rustle the child's hair. Crisp couldn't help but grin as he shook his head. The tender weight of the adult's paw made him feel relaxed for the first time that day, and he sighed as they got out of the car and headed up to the Collins' front door.

The house was surprisingly clean for being occupied by three boys, but there were still some signs of life - family portraits, basketball trophies, science fair ribbons and the sound of video game plinking and plonking from the living room. Crisp started at the sound of a hefty chuckle from the coach. Even though he seemed to be a responsible adult inside the school, something left his countenance when he heard the games. Was he a parent? The young teen was suddenly aware of how little everyone knew about the amiable canine.

"You better be done with homework, you two!" the coach called, beckoning Crisp in his wake and stomping with mock aggression into the living room. Two younger border collies were lounging on the couch as skeletons and demon blood rocked the screen, the wire leading to the smaller of the two.

He was a preteen, probably, a chubby little scamp with tousled hair and floppy ears, wearing jeans that hugged his thighs as he sat cross-legged on the floor and a basketball jersey that was obviously too big for him. The older of the pair seemed to be Crisp's age, with a wiry build and loose clothing, shirtless with only basketball shorts to keep him decent. When he sat up to look at the pair, Crisp noticed that he had a spot over one eye, and he had the makings of a very handsome man, just like the coach.

Cam gestured to both of them in turn. "This is Jesse, our basketball star." Jesse grinned and waved at the wolf, who smiled shyly in return. "And that's Tyrone. We call him Roni, or when we're mad, mister-pain-in-the-butt." Tyrone paused the game and turned to smirk, affirming his brother's mockery. The grim Bark Souls logo flashed across the screen to illuminate the dark room. The grown-up flicked the switches wearily, something that Crisp suspected he had to do each time he came across this scene. "When are you guys going to put lights on? You'll ruin your eyes," he growled, unable to keep from smiling at the youngsters before him.

Jesse climbed to his feet and stretched, his muscles sliding against his frame as he turned around. Despite the shorts, there wasn't much left to the imagination, and Crisp caught himself wondering about what rested underneath as Jesse turned to head down the hall. "I have laundry to clean up anyway," he said under his breath, hurriedly making his exit.

"Crisp." The wolf turned to the coach, who seemed to have slipped into the grown-up role almost immediately. It was a change that, while mild, made Crisp feel more at home for some strange reason. "I've already called your parents, and you're going to be staying here for the night. I want to keep an eye on you in case you start feeling unnerved again." Crisp started to protest, but the paternal expression kept him silent. Coach Cam had the strange ability to make him feel both like a child and like a peer at the same time. "Don't worry. We have clothes and spare sheets. You can stay with Roni, like a sleepover. Sound good?" he chuckled, like he knew that Crisp couldn't possibly say no.

And just like that, he was alone in the living room with the Collie, with Jesse taking care of his laundry and Cam in the kitchen, debating whether or not to order pizza or cook. Crisp came over to the other side of the couch as Roni started up again, rubbing his thumbs over the analog sticks as he jumped around scorpions on the edge of a cliff. A little buzz made the cub pause, and the wolf watched as he reached into his pants and brought out a phone, which lit up with the image that made the wolf's stomach turn.

"That's you, isn't it?" Roni giggled, clicking the screen to black again. Crisp moaned and buried his face in his paws, reddening by the second. How had pictures begun to come around already? How on earth had this kid gotten them? "It's okay. I've had worse pictures." The cub paused. "I think I've sent worse pictures."

"This can't be happening," Crisp mumbled. "How many people have gotten that pic?"

"How many people are at the high school?"

Crisp gaped at Roni, who only shrugged and left the game paused, jumping onto the couch with the wolf. Roni's fuzzy fur drifted over one eye as he crouched and studied the wolf. "It's not that bad," the younger boy said, smirking as he winked at his new victim. "Besides, you don't really have anything to be ashamed of."

"Wh...what do you..." But the Collie was already giving little nods down between the other boy's legs. Crisp pushed his paws down there, but it was too late. He could feel the pressure building again, painfully rubbing against the newly-washed fabric of his briefs. It hurt so much from being stimulated so thoroughly in the afternoon, but at the same time, this was more private, somehow safer - though Roni did make him feel nervous for a reason he couldn't place.

The cub sniffed, or at least he pretended to, leaning into Crisp's form as the wolf cowered against the couch cushions. "You had an accident - or I guess, an incident," Roni said. "I can smell the detergent that Cam uses for his students. And you missed a spot when you showered." What was this, a sixth sense for sex?

"You are WAY too little to know about that kind of stuff," Crisp grumbled, leaning over as he tried to suppress his boner. He knew that he was the pot calling the kettle black, but at least he was old enough to know better.

Roni, for his part, simply shook his head sympathetically. "Not the first time I've heard that," he sighed, wagging his tail as he tapped his chin with one finger. "But aren't you too young to be checking out my brother?"

"I wasn't checking him out!"

"You so were!"

"No, I wasn't, I swear!"

"You couldn't have been more obvious if you had grabbed his butt right then and there!"

Roni brought his paws up and pretended to squish two buttcheeks in the air, making the accompanying farting noise with each squeeze. Even through his aggravation, Crisp couldn't help but smirk. "No, I'm not, like, anywhere in his league," the young wolf sighed. "If I had to put my foot down on anyone, it would have to be Jesse, I guess. But that's still weird!" He cleared his throat. "I shouldn't be talking about your family like this. Sorry, dude."

"Well, it's not the first time people have been into them." Roni reached over and pressed a paw into Crisp's thigh. "Nothing to be ashamed of! We're all pretty schmexy, if I do say so myself." Leaning onto the freshman, the little Collie leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. It wasn't romantic, and surprisingly not that sexual, and Crisp almost felt reassured. Then again, his penis was trying to make something else out of the situation.

"Roni!"

Coach Cam's voice made Crisp jump, but the cub simply looked up at his brother expectedly. "Can you get our guest settled in your room? I've called in a pizza for us, so that's going to be here fairly soon," the man said, tossing a cell phone in his hand.

The tingling anticipation made its way into the wolf's ears as Roni practically leapt off the couch. "You got it!" he said with a little salute, returned in kind by his older brother. Cam smiled at them as he stepped back into the kitchen, and Roni grabbed Crisp's arm and pulled him upright. "C'mon, bro. You haven't even taken your shoes off!"

The hallway with the three bedrooms was sparsely decorated, but each room had its own décor for each of the brothers. The basketball was easy for Jesse, but the wrench on Cam's door made Crisp pause. What else did he do besides coach? Before he could ask, he was pulled into Roni's room with the door clicking shut behind them. It seemed like a standard room for a kid, with a couple of plushes and bobbleheads, sports and family memorabilia, and clothes strewn over particular sections of the floor to mark how clean or dirty they were.

The young wolf sat down on the edge of the boy's bed, glancing at the pile of clean clothes folded up next to him. Most of the shirts and shorts looked to be Roni's size, but a couple of articles were definitely too big for the cub. "D'you think some of Jesse's stuff got messed up in here?" Crisp asked, poking at the pile.

Picking up a pair of neatly folded burgundy underwear from the top of the pile, Roni stretched them out, nodding in confirmation. "Definitely Jesse's. I'll give them back later." He folded them back and tossed them onto the bed, plonking himself down on the floor. Before Crisp could protest, he pulled the wolf's foot into his belly, the heel resting near the child's groin as he undid his shoelaces.

The sneakers seemed to clench around Crisp's foot as Roni toyed with him, smiling as the wolf's toes pressed into the fabric. He needed to watch as the child's fingers played with his laces, going through the loops and gently undoing the knots that held them together, When the bow was undone, Roni went through and pulled at all of the crossed eyelets and tightened them up around Crisp's foot. Although he knew it was intentional, Crisp couldn't help but revel in the strange feeling that tingled through his legs, going straight up to the tent that strained against his jeans.

It had to have been in that text message that had been sent around, with the picture and the gossip about the wolf's little locker room incident. The rumors and the laughter and the teasing made the freshman's ears burn, but they only strengthened the boner pushing up through his pants. He didn't even notice that Roni was tying his shoes back up until he felt a massive tug, with the Collie's knot digging into the arch of his foot. An embarrassed little grunt came up involuntarily, but Crisp knew he was already in deep. Nothing was going to stop the cub from satisfying his curiosity.

The jolt prevented him from noticing what Roni was doing until he tried to shift and found that he couldn't pull his feet apart. His laces were knotted together in a simple twist that prevented him from being able to run away from the younger boy's advances. "Nice and tight!" Roni's chuckle made Crisp's ears burn, almost as hot as the fire in his pants. Stepping over the wolf's laces, Roni gazed down on his new friend with a devilish smirk.

"Pizza roll call, guys!"

Cam's booming voice made Crisp almost jump up, but when the Collie stepped back and Crisp was able to stand, his wobbling feet reminded him that he was still strung out between his feet. Roni hopped towards the door, starting to open it with a glance back at the wolf. The boy didn't even bother to contain his voice as he openly laughed at the wolf's wobbling walk, trying to get down the hall with his shoes tied together and a bulge that could have appeared on a topographical map.

Jesse and Cam! Roni had already bounded down the hall, his love of pizza barely overriding his apparent love of teasing other boys. As much as he wanted to keep himself together, he knew that he had to fall apart eventually, and as such Crisp regretfully untied his shows, sliding the laces over his fingers and wishing that Roni had been there to take care of it. Was he really going to have to stay the night here? The young wolf began to wonder what he had gotten himself into.

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After washing up, settling down, and marveling at the two older boys maneuvering a small mattress into Roni's room, Crisp sat down on the edge of the bed and groaned. "I'm stuffed," he complained to the small Collie undressing on the other side of the room.

Roni opened his mouth, then thought better of it, then closed it again. The wolf turned to him and watched him slip out of his clothing disdainfully, like the kid had a vendetta on the culture of pants. His tight electric-blue underwear made a knot in the wolf's stomach, but thankfully, everything else in his system seemed to be resting for the moment.

Once they had gotten their goodnights together and slipped underneath the covers, Crisp took off his sneakers, pants and shirt, folding them into a little pile by the head of his bed. What a day. Full of pizza and full of awkward questions, he adjusted his pillow and let out a small sigh as he welcomed sleep into his arms

Two hours later, it was apparent that sleep had avoided his arms, hitchhiked down the freeway, and was currently jacking off truckers in a rest-stop bathroom with a picture of Crisp crumpled and forgotten up in the bottom of his bindle. He didn't want to wake Roni up, but he had to do something because he just -

"Couldn't fall asleep?"

Roni was going to be the death of him. The youngest Collins brother was smirking as he slid off of the covers and towards the wolf, who had sat up in a flash and cracked a vertebra or five with the sudden motion. "You're really jumpy, aren't you," Roni said, smirking as he himself jumped onto Crisp's bed and straddled him. Under the covers, the freshman's fires were starting to get stoked once more, with the same background music as a soap opera revealing that the character long thought dead was rigidly standing once more.

"Someone's got a boooooooner," the child giggled, to which Crisp could only whimper as he was grinded on by the cub's fat ass. Well, he really was more of a "curvy," more well-rounded, certainly in some areas. "Hey, you know that you don't have to be this way around me. We've got the same thing on our mind."

"Oh, there is NO way." Crisp tried to keep his voice down, but his frustrated hiss still bounced off of the walls as folded his arms over his chest. "Your mind games are not gonna fly with me tonight. There is no way you can prove -"

Roni leaned his face down and pressed his lips up against the wolf's mouth mid-complaint. And for just longer than he needed to, he stayed, and the silence said more than any amount of whining and teasing could. "Point taken," Crisp said when the Collie finally sat up.

Much to his surprise, Roni slipped off of the bed and knelt down, sitting on the carpet as he tied his own sneakers on around his feet. "I've got something awesome to show you," he said to the wolf's dark expression - or at least what he thought was the wolf's expression, considering how damn dark the room was. "But you're going to have to wear your shoes so that you don't make as much sound on the floor. Your socks will squeak and your feet will stick." Despite the fact that he didn't believe a word of that, the wolf started to bend down and get his shoes on. Roni intercepted him, and the embarrassed young teen sat back up as his host slid his shoes on like he was Cinderella, minus the bitchin' dress.

As they moved down the darkened hallway, it was apparent that the shoes made some sort of difference as they snuck around. Every step made the wolf tremble, as he was walking around his coach's house in nothing but his underpants and his footwear. It wasn't exactly something he was going to put in a scrapbook of high school memories. And yet, Crisp couldn't deny the thrill of tip-toeing around until they reached a door, already ajar, which Roni pushed open silently.

"It's okay. Jesse's a heavy sleeper," Roni explained, plodding over the carpet to the other side of the bed. Crisp could barely move, and it was only through sheer magnetic faggotry that he found himself drawn to the side opposite of the other cub, who was already pulling back his brother's sheets.

The middle of the Collins brothers was toned for a teen as far as the wolf could tell. His years of basketball had certainly helped his development in his legs, which tensed as the cold air hit them and scrunched up the bulge of his maroon briefs. Was this really happening? Leaning over, Roni took one side of Jesse's waistband, gesturing for Crisp to take the other. He couldn't possibly deny an opportunity like this, not when his body was already pitching a fit - or rather, a tent.

The smooth fur offered little resistance as both boys pulled Jesse's underwear to his knees. The thick sheath bulged out for both of them, and started to react as Roni stuck his fingers inside the edges, swiveling them around the inside of his brother's privates. Crisp could only place a shaky hand on the Collie's thigh, watching his face twitch as he was peacefully molested.

When Roni spoke, Crisp nearly flayed the flesh off of Jesse's leg in surprise. "In the drawer, there's some stuff to slick this up," he said. Seeing the wolf's shocked expression, he rolled his eyes and chuffed in exasperation. "I told you, he's a heavy sleeper. As long as we don't, like, scream, he'll be fine."

"W-whatever," the wolf mumbled, turning to the bedside table. He opened to find the container in question, a blue bottle of K9KY brand lubricant (Anything is paw-sible! ™ ). When he turned back, Crisp discovered the youngster already nose-deep in his brother's balls, licking gently in a manner that still retained a familial, lax attitude, much to his annoyance. "What if he wakes up?" he hissed, gently passing the bottle to Roni's side.

Roni just rolled his eyes. "You think this is the first time I've done this? Heck, I've even tried with Cam before. But he's too big for me right now." Thinking of his coach, Crisp had to agree. "Besides, it's fun! Y'know what I mean?" he said, clambering up onto the bed and gently pressing on the sides of the sheath, making the swollen member begin its ascent to the surface, a red rocket lifting off to the moon. Crisp watched it in awe before he sensed Roni's eyes roving all over him. It was as if a neon sign reading VIRGIN had been riveted to his chest.

Crisp climbed onto the bed despite himself, and slowly started to remove his underwear, slipping them over his sneakers and gently placing them besides the sleeping teenager. It wasn't helping that his cock had been pressing up against them, anyway, and it was almost painful. Besides, Roni had already seen him before, and as embarrassing as that was, he knew there wasn't anything he could do about it. When he turned back, he almost had to do a double-take at the sight of Roni waving Jesse's underwear like a victory flag. "Put 'em on."

"I don't-" But Roni had already climbed over his brother and grabbed Crisp by the shoulder, smirking as he forced the wolf's right leg through the hole in the briefs. The poor freshman whimpered, but there was nothing he could do to resist as his left leg soon followed, and Roni was pulling the larger pair of undies up to the wolf's crotch. He lifted them over Crisp's erection and snapped them against his hips, making the older boy whimper as he felt the warm fabric around his privates. They really were warm, still tainted with Jesse's body heat, and there was more room in the front for his throbbing shaft.

The younger Collie abandoned his prey for the moment to focus on his sleeping brother, getting into an almost 69-position as he lowered his head to the older boy's cock and slipped it into his mouth daintily, like a wine connoisseur sampling the finest red. Wearing the boy's underpants, he watched in awe as Jesse got sucked off, a live sex act, in front of him! The danger was palpable, and the fact that they were brothers never left Crisp's mind as he started to rub himself slowly through the briefs, squeezing Jesse's heat onto his shaft.

A gently sucking sound alerted them to the bulging knot that had emerged from the older brother's sheath, and Roni finally let up, taking the bottle and gesturing to Crisp to come forwards. Jesse's erection throbbed before him as the wolf pressed his bulge against the heat of the shaft. It was still difficult to tell if this was really happening, but even if it was a dream, someone's sheets were getting wet regardless.

Another bulge came into view as Roni moved forwards to poke himself against Crisp, giggling as the penises kissed. "My brother's underwear looks pretty great on you," he said, still rubbing himself against the poor wolf as he reached back. Crisp hissed as the lube slid down underneath his tail. The bottle, which has disappeared from view, was opened up against his body and slipped over the edges of-

"Oh, no, no no nonono, I can't do this," he whispered, but Roni simply moved the bottle to make the lube dribble against Jesse's member. Crisp tried to resist, but his grip on Roni's arms was so shaky that he could barely keep himself upright. But, even though he could have stopped straddling the Collie anytime, he found himself only using the younger boy for support as the tip of Jesse's cock was raised into position by the contorting hands of his brother.

Sliding in was going to be more difficult than a simple pop and schloop, but the tip went into the wolf with little issue as Roni held the underwear aside, pulled over Crisp's cheek before he was satisfied. Crisp let go and held himself with the teenager, still fast asleep (HOW?! he thought), wedged inside his pucker.

Roni's body turned around and he presented himself to Crisp with that same piercing green glare and the grin that told the wolf exactly what was happening, whether he liked it or not. It was easy to see, though, that Crisp was making a moist spot against the color of the underwear that hugged his body, and he even pulled Roni's own blue briefs aside, just to see the little pink star, which was coming closer, inching its way to his bulge.

Roni reached back and pushed the fly of the briefs aside to force the wolf's shaft to pop out, making Crisp wince and lean back on the cock inside of him. It was starting to feel bigger than it had looked at the outset, but there wasn't much he could do in terms of second thoughts now. Lube was already starting to dribble out of the bottle over his shaft, cold and slippery, and wiggling only made the teenager underneath him grunt in his sleep and shift his hips to get deeper into the boy on top.

Crisp was about to open his mouth to ask if he really needed to follow through, but he could only gasp himself as Roni sunk himself on his cock, grunting as the smooth head slid inside with hardly a pop. He was certainly not as formidable as Jesse, but even with the heat of Roni's ass engulfing his member, he felt almost insulted that there wasn't much resistance at all. Perhaps he was telling the truth about coming to Jesse before.

The littler brother was pretty much lying on top of Jesse as he pushed back against Crisp. Crisp tried to resist, but the chubby body was forcing him back down, and he moaned in pain as the hard, knotted length started to open him up as he slipped down to the knot itself. And even then, it was tolerable until the cub started to rock his hips, bouncing those fat cheeks against the wolf's groin. Was it really incest if he was the barrier? Crisp wasn't about to argue semantics with a cock buried in his anus and an underage middle-schooler riding him as well.

"He's gonna get close. He's always close when I ride him at night," the chubby youngster panted, increasing his pace as he forced the wolf to hump him. Crisp could only hold onto the Collie's ankles, his feet, reaching back to grip the laces of the boy's sneakers. The solid cock inside of him throbbed with the beat of Roni's riding. The freshman's fingers wound around the child's laces, the tension keeping him in check as he felt a warmth rise in his crotch. He was about to cum for the third time that day, in the most bizarre situation he could have imagined in the Collins household.

Crisp couldn't hold back anymore, and he whined and tugged on Roni's sneakers as his balls emptied deep inside the cub. His toes curled up in his own shoes as he bore the weight of Jesse's thickness against his prostate, squeezing more and more cum into the boy riding him. Roni just kept on humping as he leaned back, until both boys heard Jesse's grunts reach a etherized crescendo.

The orgasm that filled Crisp's rear made him shudder as it started to leak inside, pulsing with multiple ropes of thick, pearly cum that warmed his insides. The teenager's knot swelled and Roni gave his own contented moan as he pushed back even farther against the wolf. "No, wait!" Crisp panted. "Hold up, I think it's gonna-"

But the boy had already pushed far enough for Jesse to grind against Crisp and press the knot against the tightness of his virgin rear, squeezing past the ring with the weight of Roni's ass to assist it along in knotting the freshman beneath him. Crisp practically squeaked as the knot slipped inside him and squished against his prostate, prompting a feeling of additional leakage to fill up the cub underneath him. It was an intense burst of pain, but once it was over, the pumping knot inside of him was merely uncomfortable as long as he didn't move around.

Once his relaxed fingers had detached themselves Roni's laces, the young Collie pulled away, dripping Crisp's cum onto Jesse's belly, leaving the poor wolf with a still-stiff rod covered in lube, cum, and shame. "Ooh, you're gonna be stuck here for a while," he remarked, rolling off of Jesse and revealing the older boy's contented face, still very much asleep. This much was true; even though Jesse wasn't anywhere close to fully grown, the knot was still enough to tug against the wolf's anus in a way so as to lock him in place.

Seeing the bulge in Roni's underwear prompted the wolf to express his curiosity. "Aren't you gonna cum as well?" he asked, still trying to keep his voice down despite the ample evidence that very little was going to wake the teenager up.

"No time! Cam's gonna be home any second. Late shift."

Crisp opened his mouth to ask exactly what he meant by that, but the rotund little Collie had already scampered out of the room, giggling all the way. Stuck fast, Crisp's heart began to beat as he saw the swinging headlights go past the curtain. The coach opened the door as the wolf tried to untangle himself, but the knot was holding fast.

The sound of heavy boots plodded down the hall, and the light flicked on, illuminating the open doorway leading into Jesse's room. Crisp saw the outline of Coach Cam stretching as he started to come down to his brothers' rooms, where he knew a certain jerk named Roni was pretending to sleep, rubbing himself off to the thought of a wolf stuck fast in his trap.

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