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Eric and Milo: Rude Awakenings

By Green

Generally, when Milo Thompson woke up, it was a gradual process, starting with his dreams beginning to fade about five minutes before he actually got out of bed and finishing about a half an hour afterward, with the time in between spent stumbling and groggy. On this occasion, however, his rise to consciousness was more or less instantaneous. One second he was having a heated discussion with Van Halen over the proper way to hold a teacup, the next he was lying on his side in his bed, and he wasn't alone. He was aware of the presence of another body directly behind him, and he could feel a hand pressed lightly against his stomach and another on his upper back, as well as what he believed was an erection pressing against his right buttock, covered only by his boxer shorts. His adrenaline instantly flowing, his heart racing, he surged out of the bed in a panic, or at least attempted to. The hand on his stomach wrapped around his side, holding him in place, and the hand on his back roughly grabbed hold of his muzzle, keeping it shut and muffling his scream. Fear exploded through him as he clawed at the strong arms and kicked his feet, when he became aware of a voice urgently whispering in his ear.

"It's okay, Milo! It's me! It's me!"

Milo's body relaxed, slumping back against his bed. His mind, however, continued to race. The hands released their tight grip on his body and he stuck a finger against his neck, shaking his head as he did so.

"Jesus Christ, Eric! You scared the shit out of me! Is my heart still beating?"

Milo's older brother snorted derisively.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."

Satisfied that he still had a pulse, the lanky German shepherd flicked on the reading light on his bedside table and looked over his shoulder angrily. His sibling, who bore a distinct resemblance to him (though Eric was somewhat more built than his brother), lay on his side, nude but for his socks. There was a happy, dumb smile on his face, his tail wagged lazily behind him, and apart from his angrily throbbing erection, he was the very picture of calm. Milo snorted in irritation and turned his back on his brother.

"Fuck's sake, Eric! I wake up and there's a big guy in my bed, feeling me up. Oh, and he's naked. I thought somebody broke into the house! I thought I was about to be murdered or raped or something, dammit!"

Eric, who still sounded completely relaxed, leaned forward and planted a kiss on the back of his brother's head, gently stroking the teen's side as he did so.

"Well, you're not, so you can calm down now, little brother. I'm sorry."

To say this was confusing to Milo would be an understatement.

"What - what is with you, anyway?"

His mind, still in the process of putting itself back together after exploding in sheer terror, stumbled across a memory.

"Wait, weren't you supposed to be at a party tonight?"

Eric hugged his brother tightly, seeming not to notice that this pressed his erection harder against Milo's butt.

"Very good, Milo. Yes, I was definitely at a party tonight. That's why I'm here."

Because Eric had moved his head closer, Milo could suddenly smell his breath.

"You're drunk, aren't you? Jeez. I suppose that explains why you thought giving me a coronary would be a good idea."

Eric began stroking his sibling's hair, and cooed quietly in his ear.

"I'm sorry, Milo. Big brother Eric didn't mean to scare you. And he's gonna protect you from all the scary home invaders."

As Eric giggled, Milo just placed a hand over his face and groaned.

He turned once more to look over his shoulder at his brother, who was still snuggling against him.

"So are you gonna tell me what you're doing in my bed without pants? Or better yet, go away and let me sleep?"

Eric ignored this last bit as he began to tell his tale.

"Well, you see, little brother, while I was at the party, there was this girl, Christie, and damn if she wasn't the hottest red panda you've ever seen. Oh man, you should have seen me, I was saying all the right things, making her laugh, charming her with my endless charisma. I was the shit, Milo. So we go into one of the bedrooms, and things are starting to get hot and heavy -"

"Eric, please don't tell me you snuck in here and woke me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you got laid."

The elder Thompson moved slightly, and as Milo felt his brother's dick trail along his buttock, he idly wondered if this Christie girl's juices were being transferred to his boxers. This was not his idea of 'six degrees of separation.'

"No, man, that's the problem! That's it exactly! It's like I said, things were getting hot and heavy, she had her hand on my dick, I was feeling up her tits - and oh my God were they ever nice - and just when I'm getting the condom out of my pocket, her cell phone rings. I can't believe she answers the phone when she's about to do The Deed. I mean, what the fuck? Anyway, I don't know exactly what was wrong, she wasn't very clear, I think maybe her ex was gonna show up at the party, but all of a sudden, she jumps off me, grabs all her clothes, and takes off, saying 'sorry' the whole way."

"That's weird, but I still don't see what it has to do with me..."

To Milo's great surprise, Eric whimpered quietly behind him. His older brother normally went to great lengths to hide weakness, it was one of the many reasons Milo looked up to him.

"Milo, don't you get it? We were right about to start getting it on, she got me so hard a midget could use my dick as a diving board."

That word hadn't been politically correct in years, but Milo suspected Eric had other things on his mind than being PC.

"I - I'm so horny, Milo. Just pulling my boxers back on made me pre. When I went back out to the party, there weren't any single girls left, they'd all either hooked up with someone, left, or - I dunno, maybe they were hiding. I tried to ignore it, but... but Christie gave me blue balls, Milo. Real bad."

Milo was starting to see where he came into this. Eric hadn't come right out and said it yet, but he was definitely getting there. Plus, the older shepherd was slowly grinding against his brother's backside. Milo doubted Eric was even aware of it.

"So you snuck into my bed hoping I'd get you off?"

"Well..."

Judging from his reluctant tone, there was more to it than that.

"Well what?"

"I was kind of hoping that you would let me... you know..."

Milo's eyes widened slightly, finally understanding.

"You snuck in here because you wanted to fuck me?"

"Y-yeah. Please, Milo? You let me do it before..."

"That was because you pulled the Older Brother card, and you promised to return the favour next time!"

He sighed and leaned away from Eric's stiffness, still rubbing at his backside.

"Why do you have to fuck me? Can't it just be oral? Or hey, better yet, how about you just go down to your room and beat off instead so that you don't wake up your brother? Oh wait, too late."

"I need to feel a warm body, Milo. I don't want to be alone."

"Well then, how about I fuck you? You still haven't let me do that."

Eric let out a low whine, pawing at his brother's back.

"You don't get it, man. Her hands were so smooth and her body was so warm, she really knew what she was doing. And the whole time we're fooling around she just keeps talking about how tight she is and how wet she is and how she can't wait to feel me inside her. I almost came in her hands! She knew exactly how to keep me on edge, make it better for me when we were together. But then she just disappeared. I - I need to fuck something, Milo. I'm going crazy, I'm - I'm almost horny enough to shag a feral. I'll make it good for you, too, I promise! I'll get you off, don't worry... Can't you do it just this once, as a favour to me?"

His words carried more weight than it might have seemed. One of the common slurs racist humans used against morphics was the notion that morphic species originally came to be when humans impregnated feral animals, and that morphics were no better than their mindless ancestors. When a morphic was revealed as a zoophile, it not only gathered the disgust that came to a human who committed the act, they were widely seen as living up to the worst of stereotypes; wretched throwbacks, traitors to their intelligence. As a result, morphics almost never joked about bestiality, it was a touchy subject for them. Eric wasn't literally considering sleeping with a dog, but his words did a lot to express his desperation. Despite himself, Milo did feel bad for his brother, but he was still hesitant.

"Well, I don't know... I let you fuck me before Eric, but every time I try to get you to reciprocate, you have an excuse, like you're sick or tired or have to get up early or something. It almost feels like you're just taking advantage of me. I - I don't wanna be your bitch, Eric. I don't want to be just a hole for you to fuck whenever you get horny, you know."

"No! You're not the bitch, I swear! You're my brother, I'd never treat you like that! ...Okay, this time is all about my needs, but this is a special circ-circum..."

He took a quick breath to focus his addled mind.

"Circumstance. I'd let you fuck me, but that wouldn't cut it. Look at it this way, I'm all drunk and stuff. If you fucked me now, I'd be too out of it to get the full experience, and that wouldn't be as great for you, or something. What if I promise you that you can be the boy tomorrow?"

Milo rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Yeah right, you're going to be hungover tomorrow and that'll be your convenient excuse."

"Oh right. Hmmm, I drank an awful lot, that's gonna suck. Well, then the day after that, I swear!"

Eric whimpered once again, quietly.

"P-please, Milo. I need it so, so bad."

There was a moment of silence, and then Milo sighed.

"Okay, Eric. Okay. You win."

Eric let out a sigh and hugged Milo tight.

"Oh God, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver, little brother."

Milo opened his mouth to make a snide comment, but all that came out was a surprised gasp, as Eric gently bit down on a spot directly between his shoulder blades. This particular spot was nothing but skin on a human being, but in canines, it was a small fold of loose flesh that served as a concentrated bundle of nerves. Eric wasn't so much biting it as he was squeezing it between his teeth, suddenly sending pleasure signals all along his spinal cord, spreading all throughout his body. As Milo shuddered in unexpected pleasure, Eric stealthily slid his brother's boxers down and off, tossing them onto the floor of the room. Milo quickly recovered, and smirked at his unclothed state.

"You work fast."

Eric nuzzled against the back of his head.

"I pride myself on efficiency."

Milo felt his brother place a hand on his hip, the other sliding under his body and around to his front, where it began to gently rub and massage at his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"It's like I said, I'm gonna make this good for you, too."

As he said this, he slid his hand down from Milo's thigh to his crotch, gently taking his brother's penis in hand. He didn't squeeze or rub or stroke the flaccid organ, just held it loosely.

"Come on, Eric, I'm tired. I think I'd rather you just... do what you came here to do and then leave so I can sleep."

Eric did not respond, pushing forward, snug against his brother's back. Milo couldn't help but be aware of Eric's body heat, not to mention his erection. The hand on his chest stopped its general massage and began to tweak the shepherd's nipples, while Eric leaned forward and began to kiss and nibble at his brother's neck. This was far more intimate than what the brothers usually did before the main event, and Milo couldn't help but wonder if this was what Eric did to get girls in the mood. He hated to admit that it felt really, really good, unconsciously leaning back to give Eric access to more of his neck. Meanwhile, still feeling a little belligerent, he tried to resist the pleasure, tried to hold back, but his body was working against him, and he felt himself stir in his brother's hand. Despite his best efforts, he grew longer and fatter in Eric's grip, his flesh growing stiff at his brother's merest touch. At the same time, his tail, formerly tucked firmly between his legs, flagged upwards, offering Eric a clear invitation, one he ignored, and greatly embarrassing its owner. Only when Milo was completely erect did Eric begin to gently stroke him. The younger Thompson let out a sigh and surrendered, his muscles relaxing as he allowed himself to enjoy what was happening.

"That's it, little brother. Let Eric make you happy."

He leaned forward and licked his brother's cheek, and Milo cursed himself for whimpering with pleasure.

His feet twitched and jumped as Eric slowly, gently, stroked his straining length, his fingers trailing across the taut skin. Milo probably would have gone weak in the knees a few times if he had been standing up. His toes curled up as Eric tickled at the back of his sensitive ears with the tip of his tongue. Now that he was allowing himself to enjoy it, the slow strokes were maddening, the climb towards orgasm was incredibly slow, and the stimulation was driving him crazy. Eric lazily traced the underside of Milo's glans with the tip of a nail, and the younger shepherd swallowed a moan and shuddered, his member releasing a drop of precome with a throb. Eric picked up the drop on the tip of a finger and muttered approvingly in Milo's ear as he massaged the fluid into the skin on his brother's aching manhood, as if it was some kind of lotion.

"Mmmmm, you really are loving this, I can tell. You didn't beat off today, did you? There's no way you came today if you're preing already."

Normally Milo would have denied it, perhaps deflected the comment by pointing out that "preing" was not a word. But tonight, he was letting his guard down, letting the pleasure take him, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to come. So he just nodded, blushing hard. Suddenly the older dog moved, the warm presence of his brother's body was gone, and Milo found himself instantly missing it.

"Eric?"

He felt a hand on his thigh as he received his answer.

"Right here, Milo."

Eric had moved down his brother's body and crossed over in front of him, his intentions obvious.

"You just relax and enjoy this, little brother."

Part of Milo felt like he should be resisting this, like he should be upset that Eric was having his way with him after scaring him so badly earlier, like he should be embarrassed that he was being so easily seduced. That part of him shut up as his brother ran his tongue along his aching shaft, from base to tip, the unexpected pleasure bringing forth another shining pearl of pre. Eric licked it off and smirked.

"Heh, salty."

Milo was surprised; Eric didn't usually let Milo come in his mouth, and though they hadn't discussed the taste, Milo himself wasn't too fond of it. He wrote it off as Eric either liking the stuff more than he'd thought, or a side effect of the drink. Without another word, Eric began licking at his brother's cock in earnest, the teen shuddering and gripping the blanket in tight fists. It wasn't like Eric was an expert, he'd only ever done this with Milo, and they hadn't started that long ago. As Milo began to pant, he came to the conclusion that his brother was some kind of naturally gifted blowjob prodigy, then. He closed his eyes as Eric finally took his length into his mouth, the heat and the wetness of his brother's muzzle embracing him like a long-lost friend.

"Ohhh, God..."

Eric didn't say anything, naturally, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This continued in silence for a couple of minutes, Eric suckling on his brother's penis, occasionally giving his balls a light squeeze to mix things up. Milo, who was fantasizing that it was his lifelong friend/very recent bedbuddy Angela sucking him off, choosing to dress the imaginary girl in a sexy, revealing outfit the real mouse would never wear. While he was enjoying this fantasy, Milo was doing his best to suppress the pleasure, wanting to draw out the feelings as long as possible. He missed the sound of Eric retrieving a small jar from his pants on the floor, and the sound of the lid being gently removed. He finally noticed that things had changed when he felt his older brother's slicked-up finger pressing at his anus. His eyes snapped open in surprise, his head rising off the pillow to see what was happening.

"Wh-what?!"

Eric didn't remove himself from Milo's manhood, and instead silently held up the travel jar of lube as his finger continued to gently prod at his brother's back door. Remembering why Eric was here in the first place, Milo nodded and lay his head back down. At first he tried to ignore the sensation of his brother's finger in his rear, but Eric kept it there long after it was nice and slick, and Milo realized he was being teased, the digit rubbing against him from the inside and sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine. He could hear his tail thwapping against the bed behind him as it announced his happiness to the world. Soon the shudders were stronger, more frequent, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. Teeth gritted, he let out a quiet whine without even being aware of it. Eric, however, heard it quite plainly, and redoubled his efforts to finish his brother off, speeding up the bobbing of his head and letting his teeth catch ever-so-slightly on sensitive areas, so that Milo felt the sharp pressure, but no pain. He saw that he was on the right path when his sibling let out a grunt and he could again taste his slightly bitter pre. Milo had begun breathing heavy, panting like his feral counterparts as he teetered on the brink. It wouldn't be much longer.

"Oh God... oh shit... oh my- ohhh!"

As his orgasm began, he arched his back and moaned, covering his face with the pillow to suppress the noise as he spasmed in his brother's mouth, spurting hot, gooey seed directly onto Eric's welcoming tongue. Although Eric kept his mouth perfectly still, he continued to rub the underside of Milo's cock with his tongue, feeling it throb and dance, and continued teasing his brother's rear with his finger. Overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure, Milo instinctively humped his hips forward into his older brother's face, though Eric was careful not to let Milo gag him. When the teenage canine was finally finished coming, he slumped back against the bed, his rapidly deflating penis slipping out of Eric's mouth with a wet slurp. Panting like a feral, Milo looked down at his brother, grinning sheepishly.

"Goddamn, that... that was great. Thanks."

Eric remained silent, for his mouth was still full of warm semen. He withdrew his finger and wiped it off on a shirt draped across the foot of the bed, then climbed back up behind Milo and made sure his brother was paying attention before loudly swallowing his come.

"Don't mention it, Milo. You're about to give me all the thanks I could want, remember? Are you ready?"

Behind him, Milo heard a sound that could only be Eric lubing up his hard-on. He still hadn't quite calmed down from his climax, his heartbeat still a bit fast. He would have preferred a little cooldown time, but he was touched that Eric would still take the time to make him feel good after getting blue balls, so he swallowed to wet his dry mouth and nodded. Without further ado, his older brother took hold of his hip to steady himself, and scootched forward until once again his warm presence was pressed all along Milo's back. A thought occurred to Milo and he tried not to blush as he passed it along.

"Y-you know, I could lie down on my stomach, if you preferred."

"Nah, stay on your side, this could be fun."

Eric's hand slid from Milo's hip to the inside of his thigh, gently lifting up his leg to give himself better access. The elder Thompson was practically shaking with anticipation, so he wasn't exactly pleased when he was interrupted the second his tip came in contact with Milo's flesh.

"W-wait, Eric! Stop!"

Eric whined quietly and frowned, so close and yet so far. He let Milo's leg drop closed again and tried not to sound mad.

"What? What is it now?"

"Don't - don't come inside me when you're done."

Eric snorted in amusement and shook his head, despite his aching need.

"We've been over this before, Milo. You are not a girl, and this" - here he punctuated his statement by nudging Milo's entrance with his manhood - "is not a pussy. You're not going to get pregnant if I don't wear a condom. Or would you prefer I call you Miletta from now on?"

"Man, fuck you! I'm doing you a favour!"

"Calm down, calm down, I'm just kidding. What's the problem, bro?"

"When we're done here, I just want to go back to sleep, okay? If you come inside me, I'll have to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and that'll take forever."

"Okay fine, I'll pull out and shoot it on your back."

"Wh- dammit, that's not better!"

"Alright, what if I came on your ass instead of in it? It's always hot in porn when the guy pulls out and comes all over the girl's butt."

"Fuck's sake, Eric! If you -"

"Man, relax! You don't know how to take a joke tonight. But, uh... I don't have any rubbers, I put on my last one when I thought I was gonna get down with Christie. What do you want me to do, pull out and ruin your sheets?"

Milo bit his lip as he considered this problem.

"Wait, you're wearing socks, aren't you?"

Eric had to take a second to check, and Milo remembered that he was still under the influence.

"Uhhh... yep."

"So take one of them off so you can pull out and come in there instead."

"Oh come on, that's not sexy."

"Or, you could get your ass out of my bed. Thanks for the blowjob."

"Fine, fine."

Eric muttered terrible things under his breath as he tugged off a sock, placing it up near his head for easy access.

"There. Can I fuck you now, your majesty?"

"Okay Eric, you can - you can go ahead now."

Once again, Eric lifted his brother's leg up, then lined himself up with Milo's back door.

"Right, here we go. Just tell me if it hurts. Now... relax."

At last, Eric began to push forward. Milo closed his eyes, his mouth dropping open into a silent moan as he felt the small ring of muscle surrendering to his brother's erection, shivering as Eric slowly slid into him with surprising restraint. It went much more smoothly this time than it did the first, with Eric only having to stop a single time as Milo felt a sudden twinge of pain. Before too long, one brother was completely hilted in the other, Eric's testicles gently pressed against Milo's buttocks, the fur on their nether regions mingling. Waiting a moment to allow Milo to adjust to the sensation, both physically and mentally, Eric whispered in his ear.

"Milo? Do you... does this feel good?"

"What?"

Now it was Eric that was blushing, though Milo couldn't have turned his head far enough to see this.

"I dunno, it's just I've never been... you know, I've never had anything in there before, and if you're gonna do this to me soon, I was wondering... do you like this, or are you just doing it for me?"

Milo wondered if Eric was being this candid because of the bond they shared as brothers, or, once again, if it was because he was drunk. He decided to be equally honest, though leaving out the part where the feeling made him come all by itself seemed like a good idea.

"Well... at first it hurts, real bad sometimes, then it feels really weird for a while... and yeah, then it starts feeling really good."

He tensed up slightly, prepared for Eric to make fun of him for liking the feeling, but Eric just hugged him instead.

"Glad to hear it."

He slowly drew back, sliding out of his brother until only the head of his manhood remained inside. Then, after pausing for just a moment, he pushed his hips forward again and drove himself back into the slick orifice. Both brothers shuddered together this time, but only Eric vocalized his pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck... Goddamn, I needed this so bad. Thank you so much."

He kissed Milo on the cheek as he began to thrust into his brother's rear. Milo did not respond, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure flow over him. Just like the first time, he was really enjoying the sensation of receiving his brother, the warmth spreading throughout his body. He felt himself getting hard again even though he'd climaxed so recently. Eric began to playfully gnaw on one of his ears, and he whimpered quietly, thoroughly enjoying himself. From time to time, the older sibling would whisper into Milo's ears, things which would have embarrassed him if he weren't feeling so damn good by this point.

"Jesus, little brother, you're so tight. I know I've said it before, but I've got to try to get a girl like this, see how they measure up to your sweet ass."

He gave a particularly deep thrust and growled.

"God... and I'm the only one in the fuckin' world who gets to do this to you. I'm a lucky SOB."

Milo didn't reply, he just shivered, grinning.

The room was totally silent except for the grunts, whimpers, and suppressed groans produced as the brothers did The Deed for a few more minutes, before Milo felt his brother's hand once again snake underneath him and reach for the front of his body. This time, though, instead of massaging his chest, Eric grabbed Milo's prick, which the younger shepherd was surprised to realize had grown fully hard again without him noticing. Eric's hand still had residual lube on it, and Milo's breath came out in a hiss as his brother started to stroke his manhood.

"Thought I'd be classy and give you the old reach-around, bro. Hope you don't mind."

Embarrassed at all this attention, Milo reached down and took hold of Eric's wrist.

"No, it's okay, Eric, you already got me off. You don't have to -"

Eric ignored his brother's grip and whispered in his ear.

"Shhh, relax. Let Eric's Magic Fingers make it all good."

Milo gave in to the pleasure and relented, allowing himself to be stroked and massaged, biting his lip and trying not to whimper from the sheer contentment he felt throughout his entire body. He hadn't lied, once the initial discomfort faded, being the receiver really did feel good, he enjoyed feeling Eric's hard penis rubbing against his inner surfaces. This, though, felt different somehow from the first time; he didn't think it could bring him over the edge all by itself, it wasn't so intensely pleasurable. On the other hand, now that Eric was giving him a handjob, that didn't seem to matter. He found the physical bliss too much to ignore, every thought in his mind swept away and replaced by an acute awareness of Eric's hand on his aching erection, of Eric's cock buried in his rear. His tail wagged happily, brushing against Eric's stomach, though both brothers ignored it. Before too long, Milo was approaching the point of no return; his brother was going to finish him off for the second time that night.

"Oh, oh fuck Eric, don't stop, I'm - I'm gonna come, I'm so close..."

Much to his embarrassment, he found himself pushing his butt back, to meet Eric's thrusts, then pushing upward to hump into his hand. He was feeling such ecstasy that he felt dizzy, but as his scrotum tightened up and the end of his penis turned a dark purple, a single coherent thought shot through the pleasure. He'd asked Eric not to come inside him because it would make quite a mess. But if he came now, like this, he would make an incredible mess of his carpeted floor and the clothes he had taken off before going to bed. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late; all that came out was a high-pitched moan as his orgasm began. His back arched out and he thrust his hips forward, almost completely pulling off of Eric's stiff length, as pleasure beyond what he'd been feeling before exploded outward to fill his body.

"F-f-fuck! Oh, fuck!"

It wasn't exactly Shakespeare, but it was all he could come up with, as his penis began to throb in his brother's hand. Much to his surprise, Eric leaned forward and cupped his free hand around the end of his prick, and as the thin, ropey strands of hot come spurted out, Eric's hand collected them and prevented them from defiling his room. The older shepherd giggled and clicked his tongue, pretending to sound disappointed.

"Naughty boy, trying to make a mess."

Milo merely whimpered as he released hot jets of semen into his brother's hand. Finally, he had nothing left, and his whole body went limp as the pleasure slowly died down.

"That all? Then here's your reward."

Eric brought his hand, and its warm gooey cargo, up close to Milo's face, almost getting some on his nose, the incredibly masculine smell filling his nostrils.

"Wh-what? Quit it, Eric..."

He wanted to work up some genuine irritation, push his brother's hand away in anger, but he was just so tired he didn't have it in him. Eric rubbed his back and spoke quietly, coaxing him to agree.

"Come on, little brother, I swallowed your first load. Fair's fair."

Milo could have argued with him further, but instead he hesitantly leaned forward, gave Eric's hand a deep sniff, slowly extended his tongue, and submissively began to lick his own warm cream off his older brother's hand. Eric giggled once again, betraying his somewhat soused state.

"There you go, it's not so bad, is it?"

Milo remained silent, and finished cleaning off his brother's palm. He was quite tired, and most of his muscles had gone limp, lying on his side wasn't very comfortable anymore. He didn't put up any resistance when Eric began to turn them, finishing with Milo lying comfortably on his stomach, his head on his pillow, his penis (which had only made it down to half mast) drooling a last little bit of seed onto the bed beneath him. Eric was lying directly over him, as if he was preparing to do push-ups. Milo sighed happily as he felt his brother begin to thrust once again, this time deeper and with more control, thanks to the new angle.

Eric continued humping away for several minutes, and Milo enjoyed the perverse thrill he got out of lying there, covered and surrounded by his brother's warm body. Most of his body lay there limply, but he pushed back at Eric's thrusts just as he had on his side. He no longer felt the need to come, but feeling Eric inside him was still enjoyable. He began to notice after a while, though, that the closer Eric drew to his own climax, the harder he pushed into his sibling. It wasn't enough to hurt, in fact Milo kind of liked how feral Eric was becoming, breathing hard and grunting as he fucked his younger brother, his breath hot on the back of Milo's neck. Eventually, he let out a moan, and his whole body began to shudder, and Milo belatedly realized that Eric had made no motion to use the sock, instead thrusting deeper than ever.

"W-wait, Eric! Hold on! You need to pull out, remember?!"

By way of reply, Eric hilted himself one last time and groaned happily, arching his back as he ejaculated deep within Milo, who whimpered with embarrassment as he discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of the warm release inside him. Eric's breath came in a staccato pattern, timed with the spurts of hot come into his brother's rear. Finally he let out one last quiet moan and collapsed on the bed, almost directly on top of Milo, who yelped quietly as the movement momentarily pushed Eric's still-hard penis deep enough to hurt.

He lay there for a minute, heart beating like a hummingbird's, lungs working overtime, before he spoke, quietly disappointed and a little bit humiliated.

"God_dammit_, Eric. You said you wouldn't come inside me, remember? What happened to that? Huh?"

He waited to hear what his brother had to say for himself, but nothing came but silence.

"Eric? Eric?"

Realizing that Eric's body was completely limp, Milo momentarily panicked, wondering if he'd come so hard he'd had an aneurysm or something. Looking wide-eyed over his shoulder, he relaxed. Eric's eyes were closed, and he was breathing slowly and evenly, fast asleep. There was a very large, very satisfied smile on his face. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd briefly feared something had happened to his only brother, or if he was feeling more forgiving than usual because of the liquor, but Milo found he couldn't stay angry at Eric for not pulling out. That heat he'd felt was really something else, and there was something he liked about the idea of Eric still being inside him even after he passed out. He made the decision not to get up and wash, partially because he was too damn tired, and partially because the feeling of his brother's sperm slowly oozing out of him and running down to pool on his scrotum made him shiver with indecent glee. However, when he looked at his situation objectively, an unfortunate thought occurred to him.

He breaks into my room and scares the hell out of me, and I'm okay with it. He wants to fuck me out of turn and I'm all up for it. Now this... I feel so dirty, but God, I'm loving this. I - I really am his little bitch, aren't I?

His ears slowly drew back and he whimpered, wondering why it was so easy for Eric to have his way with him. Having been with Angela, whom he had to admit he was attracted to, he was reasonably certain he wasn't in love with his brother -

Not that I'm in love with Gela!, he defensively added.

• so that ruled that out. So why...? He shook his head. Screw that. If this made him feel good, it made him feel good. He didn't need to explain himself to himself. And he would prove he wasn't just Eric's little toy, one way or the other he would make sure he got the chance to top his older brother. Having come to that decision, he felt better, and decided to indulge himself. Milo pushed Eric up just enough so that his brother's penis slipped out of his tired back door, and then left Eric lying across him, pulling the blanket over the both of them so he could feel warm and cozy in his brother's slumbering embrace. With both Thompsons sated, he at last reached over and flicked his light back off, sighing happily and wishing his brother a good night. As he drifted off to sleep himself, Milo considered that apart from the rude awakening, he had enjoyed himself. If Eric wanted to do this again some time, he wouldn't be completely against it. Granted, he also enjoyed having a full night's sleep, so he hoped that there wouldn't be too many times where Eric needed some late night relief like this... but maybe every once in a while wouldn't be too bad. And soon enough, Milo Thompson was just as fast asleep as his brother, and his smile was just as wide.