The First Week
#2 of The First Night
Zeke stretched out naked over the sofa, watching bad TV. He'd showered an hour earlier, and there seemed little point in getting dressed again. After experiencing his first transformation into a werewolf a week ago, he'd already ruined three of his favourite shirts and had resolved to live the life of a nighttime-nudist until he learned to feel the warning signs of the oncoming change.
It was a tradition in their family for the eldest to impart the knowledge of their unique situation to the members just starting to experience their transformations. The first week was like a second puberty, marked with unstable emotions and poor control as people learned to control their powers. The beast could be controlled, and most werewolves managed to lead normal, if secretive lives after undergoing the change - but it was a skill that came much faster with a familiar hand to guide you.
His brother Andy had told him that he'd get used to it soon enough, and had tried his hardest to describe in words how he was always able to tell a transformation was starting. Indeed, the process was always the same for Andy. He'd wait until he was hit with a feeling he called "the twitch", at which point he'd take a deep breath to compose himself, stop what he was doing, and then shed his clothes with a kind of speed and grace that always managed to take Zeke by surprise.
Zeke had quickly learned to feel comfortable being naked around his brother, but he'd still not become used to his brother being naked around him. For some reason he'd always seen Andy as completely asexual - like there was a kind of brotherly mental block placed on his thoughts that had convinced him that under his brother's boxers was smooth plastic like an action figure. Whenever Andy casually took off his boxers to reveal his egg-shaped balls and huge cock, it jarred with him in a way he couldn't entirely place. And what confused him most was how much he wanted it.
His actions during his first transformation, when he'd lost control of his inhibitions and ended up savouring the taste of his brother's musky cum, still weighed heavily on his mind.
"Believe it or not, it's a normal reaction." Andy had told him shortly afterwards, hulking over him in his werewolf form "You either get really horny or really violent - Dad used to study it. He said that the wolf plays havoc with our testosterone, and that's why people lose it the first time they transform - the huge nuts aren't just for show." To emphasise his point, he had grabbed his black-furred balls in his paw and pushed them towards Zeke.
Zeke let out a soft grunt as he remembered that part, his brother's confident look as he drew attention to his endowed groin...
Damn it, he WANTED me to be looking. He WANTED to tease me.
"Horny again, little bro? You're going to make a great wolf."
The voice suddenly snapped him back to the present. Blushing heavily, Zeke realised that he'd grown hard at the memory, and rolled over onto his front in an attempt to hide himself from his brother's eyes. He tried to make it look like he just needed to stretch, but in the back of his mind he knew that Andy had seen enough.
Andy had taken to trying to embarrass him at every opportunity in an attempt to desensitise him to being naked. Nudity was apparently a practical part of the werewolf life, and something he was going to have to get used to sooner or later. He told stories of entire communities of werewolves who lived as nudists for the convenience, and of others that treated the change as a kind of holy experience and engaged in hedonistic worship of their wolf forms each night.
Zeke wasn't sure if there'd ever come a time when he'd get used to this level of sexual openness, however, and the thought of his brother watching him turn into a sex-crazed beast each night still filled him with dread. He couldn't help it, there was just something so raw, so masculine, so powerful and sculpted about his brother's werewolf form. Or maybe it was all werewolves? When he finally got out of the remote, custom built house that his family used for training, would he act this way towards every male wolf he met?
Suddenly, Zeke felt the most bizarre sensation he'd ever experienced. It was like someone had grabbed the back of his brain, pulled it back, and snapped it back into his skull like an elastic band. The world fell from under him, and recognition flashed across his brother's face.
"Was that it, little bro? You twitching?"
"I..."
Zeke couldn't finish the reply before he felt the change surging through his body. It was like every fibre of his being was being stretched out to breaking point, eventually passing over some unseen threshold so that he snapped back into a completely different form. His shoulders broadened, throwing him off balance and causing him to roll onto the floor, where he narrowly avoided toppling his naked brother. When the final stages of the transformation hit him, Zeke let out a low, guttural growl as his balls filled out, his achingly hard cock throbbing its approval to the new influx of hormones.
He felt a wave of relaxation wash over him as the sensation subsided, basking in the release of an incredible tension. He rolled his hulking form to one side to check on his brother, concerned that he might have hurt him, only to be forced onto his back by a powerful grip on his thighs. Moments later he felt a broad, firm tongue lapping on his cock, and looked down to see Andy, mid-way through his own transformation. A gasp of surprise turned to a moan as Andy sank his muzzle over his thick werewolf dick, bobbing lightly as his own impressive meat flopped lewdly over his thigh, veins protruding from its otherwise soft skin.
Andy's powerful paws moved to cup his brother's balls, tugging lightly on the enormous sac as his muzzle moved from Zeke's tip, trailing his lips down the meaty shaft and making playful biting motions at the tender flesh. Each mock bite, each teasing brush of the teeth sent shivers down Zeke's spine. He knew he could trust his brother, but the action triggered some kind of primal protection instinct, and he would have squirmed if not for the warm press of Andy's other paw on his stomach.
Andy returned to his brother's tip eagerly, sinking his black furred muzzle over the entirety of Zeke's manhood. He felt another tug to his balls as his cock rammed the back of his brother's throat, feeling a hard throb that sent a trickle of pre into Andy's maw. He started to bob over the aching flesh rhythmically, each motion pushing his tongue against Zeke's foreskin, rolling it back and forth over the head with deft motions, sucking continuously.
"Ah..." Zeke blurted out "Oh god, I'm going to-"
In a moment, the mouth on his cock was gone. Zeke growled in the frustration of lost climax and aching nuts as he felt the warning rush fade away, glaring at his brother, who only grinned back. He felt Andy grab him under his knees and push his legs into the air, his lumbering form rolling backwards and knocking a lamp off the table behind him. No sooner could he voice his surprise than he felt the broad tongue of his brother against his hole, the rough strokes lapping over his entrance with all the fervour of before. His cock bounced its approval, twitching wildly and leaving a splattering of pre against his coarse stomach fur each time it touched down.
His brother slipped back onto his haunches, the light skin of his hard cock standing out proudly against his dark fur. It was huge, shaped the same as a human's but many times the size with prominent veins lining it from base to tip, leading to a large head that was clearly defined through the thick foreskin that covered it. Zeke knew what it was than his brother was after, and nodded his approval - he'd never be able to take such a size as a human, but as a werewolf he found himself feeling more confident. And he wanted it. Dear god, did he want it.
Andy didn't need a second prompt, moving forward and pressing his cock against Zeke's wet hole. He steadied himself and pushed, his large head forcing open Zeke's ring and eliciting an ecstatic moan from the willing werewolf. He gave Zeke a few moments to adjust to the girth, then pushed on, sliding in slowly before coming to a stop as his hips hit Zeke's fuzzy cheeks. Zeke could do nothing but let out a loud, satisfied grunt in response. His cock was harder than it had ever been and throbbed with the quick, steady rhythm of his heart. It was like the sensations of a werewolf were multiplied a hundredfold, and Andy's endowment filled him more than anything he'd experienced before.
Andy held still for a few moments more, intending to make sure Zeke was used to his length so as not to hurt him, but his little brother was impatient. He reached down to stroke his own aching cock, wrapping his legs around his brother's waist and pulling brother's pelvis in to bury the thick meat deeper inside. Andy took the hint, starting to thrust, meeting with identical motions from Zeke as they forced themselves together, each panting with a primal lust.
Suddenly, Zeke felt Andy's firm paws wrap around him, and he was being picked up and rocked forwards. He felt the sudden hit of gravity force himself down hard onto Andy's cock as he sank down into his lap, barely missing a beat and immediately starting to bounce himself over his brother's length. Andy matched his speed, thrusting upwards with his powerful hips, burying his length with impressive force.
The rhythmic pace of rising and falling continued for some time, broken only by the occasional moan and slap as the two wolves met, until Zeke felt himself tighten again as his orgasm approached. He clenched around Andy's cock involuntarily, accentuating each thrust deep inside him. He let go of his cock, trying to delay his climax so that Andy might finish first, but didn't slow down his pace. His manhood bounced in the air with each thrust, copious drops of pre dripping down the head before being flung off by the force, trying desperately to hold back until it became clear that he'd let himself go too far. He managed a few shallow thrusts before his dick erupted, spewing thick ribbons of his cum between him and his brother.
Andy growled and gripped him tightly, each thrust against the convulsions of his sibling's orgasm proving more difficult, but at the same time more pleasurable. He worked with a renewed intensity, lost in the feeling of Zeke's tight ass squeezing him in the wake of his climax. He lasted a few more thrusts before pulling Zeke against his chest, paying no regard to the sticky mess that covered both of them, and then forcing him down hard onto his length.
Zeke cried out in ecstasy as he felt his brother's cock throb intensely inside him, before he felt the warm filling feeling of his brother's seed filling him. He clenched as best he could, trying to milk every last drop from Andy's cock, before collapsing exhausted against his brother's cum-covered chest to bask in the afterglow.
After a moment he looked up, meeting Andy's gaze. There was no awkwardness this time, though - if anything he felt a warm glow inside him that amounted to more than just his brother's cock throbbing post-climax inside him. He smiled at his brother, and his brother grinned back - and the two of them felt an unbreakable fraternal bond.
That night marked a turning point, and in the following days Zeke quickly learned to recognise his twitch, eventually gaining Andy's confidence for stripping off in the nick of time. A little over a week after his first transformation, he'd become comfortable enough as a wolf to live a semi-normal life, even while changed.
One night after the moon had emerged and both brothers had changed, Zeke was lying on the sofa with his large digitigrade legs hanging over the side when Andy entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite. He'd become better at controlling the wolf's lust, but when Andy adjusted himself he couldn't help but stare.
Is this the first time I've seen him soft as a werewolf?
"Bro!" he grinned, leaning back in the chair, "Good news, I think you're ready to go home and meet the pack."
Zeke breathed a sigh of relief as he imaged finally going home and resuming his normal life, though in the back of his mind he had a flash of nervousness about the "pack" that Andy mentioned. But why? He couldn't place it, he'd just be meeting more wolves like him and Andy...
He looked at his brother's body again. The toned chest, the powerful frame, the way his thick uncut cock marked the only glimpse of flesh against a see of rough black fur... He was going to be in the middle of an entire pack like him?
The answer to his nervousness came in the form of his erection throbbing against his belly.
God damn it.