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Julia lay on her bed, utterly motionless except for the flick of her thumb against her phone's touchscreen. She'd been reading the same book for hours. And though she'd lost interest in the plot within minutes of beginning, some unknown force kept her reading.

Or perhaps, not quite unknown. Julia's ears pinned back as Elias entered the room, smelling of spices and cooked meat. He eyed her from the doorway, only clearing his throat when several seconds passed and she continued to ignore his presence.

"Julia," he called. "Jay, dinner is ready."

Julia rolled over, turning her back on him. Her eyes remained glued to her phone.

She knew what would happen next, even before she heard the quiet padding of her brother's paws as he moved to her bed. Every time he called her for dinner, no matter how badly she wanted to be by herself, it always played out the same way. She could practically count the seconds from the time she turned to the moment her brother settled on the edge of her bed.

He never left her alone.

"Come on, Jay," Elias said. "Don't make me take your phone away."

She glared at him, clutching the phone to her chest and shielding it with both paws. Elias laughed, a bit wearily.

"I swear I'll do it," he said.

Julia continued glaring at him but put the phone to sleep and slid it into the pocket of her jeans. Sitting up, she made a face.

Like you could, she signed.

Elias waited patiently for her to rise and followed her from the room, as if to catch her if she suddenly turned back. It was not until she was seated at the small dining room table that he ceased to guard her and instead took his own spot.

The meal, at least, was acceptable. There were steaks, small but tolerably rare, as well as a salad and several bowls of potato-based dishes.

Grabbing a steak with her fork--and nothing else--Julia began to eat quickly. She focused on her food, refusing to as much as glance in Elias' direction, even when he offered several of the vegetables. Eventually, he rose and shoveled a few small mouthfuls onto her plate.

"I swear, you're going to get scurvy," he said, his tone only half-teasing. Leaning in, he pressed his face almost to the table in an effort to meet her eyes. "You hear me? Scurvy." Reaching in front of her plate, he spelled out the word with his paw.

Growling, Julia knocked his arm aside and continued eating, ignoring everything but her steak. Elias sighed softly but did not press the issue. They ate in silence. Somehow, despite how hastily she'd devoured the meat, Julia managed to finish only a few seconds ahead of her brother.

She rose quickly, making her way to the kitchen and eyeing the trashcan for a minute before scraping her untouched potatoes back onto the skillet. Setting her plate in the sink, she turned on her heel and headed straight back to her room. Only to find the hallway blocked by Elias.

Wait, he signed. Please.

She folded her arms and stared him down. Then, when he gave no sign of yielding, she replied with a frustrated, What?

Do you want to watch a movie? he asked. "They just added a bunch of new stuff to Netflix."

Shaking her head, Julia shouldered roughly past him and back into the relative sanctity of their shared bedroom. Her bed was still warm where she'd lain before and she briefly considered returning to it. But if she did, there was a chance Elias would try again and pester her into spending time together. Unwilling to risk it, she changed into her pajamas and slipped beneath the covers. Fortunately, the only company she had for the rest of the evening was her phone.

It was all the company she needed.

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When Elias finally entered their bedroom shortly before midnight, he did so extraordinarily high. Julia didn't even have to focus to smell it on him. Even freshly showered and dressed in his pajama bottoms, the scent of it clung to her brother like one of his many lovers. And even if it hadn't been, she would have been able to tell anyway. Elias blew out an exaggerated sigh as he flopped onto his bed and made no effort to slip under the covers.

Julia thought about turning her phone back on. She'd turned off the screen when she heard him coming. But the bright glow would make it obvious she was still awake and her life was easier when Elias thought she was sleeping. It was about the only time he left her alone.

Though, when he'd been smoking, sometimes even that was not enough.

"I dreamed about mom last night," Elias said, so softly Julia doubted he was even trying to address her. "About that morning. In the dream, I kept trying to warn her. I was begging her not to go. Kept stealing her phone, her purse, her keys... anything she couldn't leave without. But she kept just pulling out new ones."

Shut up! Julia wanted to shout at him. She signed it over and over again, but under the covers so he wouldn't see.

"I haven't had that dream in a long time," Elias continued. "I used to have it all the time. Every night for years. Nowadays they're different. It's usually Dad, yelling at me for something. For bringing girls home, for not taking better care of you... that sort of thing."

I hate you, she signed, until her paws began to stumble over the words. I hate you. I hate you. Hate you.

"I'm doing the best I can, Jay. I just... get so tired of being alone. I know that's not fair. None of this is your fault. And I know I'm probably doing a shit job of looking after you. But I'm trying."

Julia's throat grew tight and her paws balled into fists beneath the blankets. It was ridiculous. All of it was ridiculous. Her brother's apologies. Her stupid, stupid feelings. And the fact that she felt like screaming words that would never come.

"I'm sorry, Jay," Eliot whimpered, voice cracking. "I'm sorry for everything."

Julia sat up, so swiftly it was almost violent. Stomping to her brother's bed, she loomed over him, ready to--what? To strike him? To curse at him? Her paws started to form the words, only for her to realize that she was trembling too badly to sign anything coherent.

Before her, Elias stared up in wide-eyed silence.

Uncertain what she was doing, Julia nudged her brother over and stretched out alongside him. Up close, the scent clinging to his fur was even more potent. But she didn't mind. Right now, she was nothing but a pup who needed her older brother. Resting her head on her brother's chest, Julia wrapped an arm across his stomach.

Slowly, as if frightened he might scare her off, Elias curled his own arm around her shoulders.

"Julia--" he said.

She cut him off with a finger pressed sternly against his muzzle. To her surprise, Elias obeyed and fell silent. Breathing deep, she cuddled against his side in the dark and the quiet.

It was odd. During the day, the sight or sound of her brother was like nails on a chalkboard. She couldn't bear to be around him. His every act of kindness burned her like boiling water. Even watching his frequent sexual trysts was only bearable because of their novelty. But now...

It was almost as if...

Swallowing hard, Julia leaned up and hesitantly nuzzled the side of her brother's snout. And then kissed it. She felt Elias gasp at the kiss and start to pull back. But then he paused, hesitating as if afraid of something.

As if afraid of her.

Quickly, so quick that Elias had no chance to resist or escape, Julia climbed atop her brother. She stared down at him, studying his nervous expression with curious eyes. It was ridiculous, but the longer she looked, the more certain she became. Her brother was afraid of her. No, no of her. It wasn't the fear that prey felt toward a predator, but something more nuanced than that.

He was afraid of what she might do. Afraid that she would withdraw from him again. Afraid that he would do something to push her away.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Julia leaned forward and kissed him again--properly. Her brother's lips were rigid and unyielding against hers. And with any other partner, she would have read that as disinterest or revulsion. But there was no mistaking the conflicted longing in Elias' eyes.

Straightening, Julia watched his eyes follow her. She brought her hands up and signed slowly, trusting him to be able to read her words in the darkened room.

Don't move. Don't talk.

Easing back down against his side, Julia felt a rush of power like nothing she'd ever felt before. She knew she could do anything--anything!--and her brother would dare not refuse her. Was this how he felt with the females he mounted? It would certainly explain a lot; the feeling was enough to make her dizzy.

Slowly at first, Julia ran her paw across her brother's chest. She could feel the muscles tense and flex beneath her fingers. It was humbling in a way, to know how powerful her brother really was. And intoxicating in another, to know that he was hers to do with as she pleased. It was that thought as much as his body that left her panties unexpectedly damp.

Her paw trailed lower until it reached the waistband of his pajamas. The further she went, the more breathless Julia became. She was so close. All she had to do was reach out and touch him.

Elias' chest rose and fell as he panted beneath her touch. And at that moment, Julia made up her mind. She glanced up at her brother and stared deep into his eyes.

And slipped her hand down the front of his pajamas.

Her first thought was, irrationally, one of surprise. The only times she'd seen her brother naked had been during his couplings with the females he brought home. Somewhere in her subconscious, she'd just imagined him erect all the time. So to reach down and find only the smooth, firm texture of his sheath caught her off-guard. But only for a moment.

Slowly, Julia wrapped her fingers around his sheath and began to stroke. Close to her ear, Elias gasped again but did not speak. He lay still, motionless except for the faint shifting of his hips as Julia tugged at him.

It seemed to take forever but in that timelessness, a heartbeat felt like an eternity. Eventually, however, Julia felt what she was waiting for. The hard, pointed tip of Elias' cock brushed against her thumb as her paw coaxed him from his sheath. She was tempted to pull open his pajamas to inspect it but was too cautious to risk startling him into disobedience. Instead, she continued to stroke him until she felt more and more of his shaft slip through her fingers.

Elias was panting now, his tail wagging involuntarily and his hips squirming against the mattress. Julia savored his reactions for a moment, able to feel every little twitch through the cheek she'd pressed to his chest.

A thought occurred to her then and she grinned, trusting the darkness and the angle her face to keep it hidden. She trailed her fingers lower until she found her brother's balls and gently cradled them in her hand. They were even larger than they'd appeared from across the room and she rolled the orbs between her fingers curiously. There was nothing but a bit of skin and fur protecting them from her paw's caress. It was strange to think that something so precious could be left so defenseless. It added to the complexity of mating in her mind. She'd always thought of sex as something of a violation, a female offering up her sensitive insides to be mercilessly plundered, but in reality, the male was every bit as exposed as his mate.

Elias groaned softly and Julia nearly yanked back her paw in surprise. But she soon found it was not a bad sort of groan. Elias was staring at her, brow furrowed and eyes needy. His ears were pinned back against his skull and his hips seemed to be pushing against her fingers.

Julia trailed her fingers back up along her brother's sheath and was surprised to find his half-swollen knot threatening to escape it. She explored it eagerly, mouth going dry at the thought of taking something so impossibly large inside herself. The most she'd ever managed was a couple of fingers. Elias' knot would have practically split her open.

"Julia," her brother whimpered, hips squirming. "Please."

Tail twitching agitatedly, Julia climbed back into her brother's lap. She expected him to protest but he only gasped as she settled onto him and gently tugged his pajamas down. The sight of his cock swollen and twitching before her almost made her freeze. It was just so... there.

The heat building within her flared without warning. It would be so easy. She could slide her pajamas down around her knees. And before Elias could stop her, she would have him inside.

Suddenly self-conscious, Julia carefully wrapped her paws around her brother's member. One grasped his shaft, marveling at the slickness of the crimson rod as she pumped her fingers up and down its length. The other curled around the base of him, clutching the bottom of his knot and squeezing gently. It was the heat of him that surprised her the most; she had not expected how hot and full of life a male's erection would be. The twitching and throbbing, on the other hand, she had seen many times before. Not that it was any less satisfying to hold in her paws for that reason.

The effects of her paws were almost instantaneous. Her brother gave a wordless cry, hips bucking against her weight as his hindpaws kicked helplessly against the sheets.

"J-Julia!" he cried suddenly.

She watched in fascination and delight as her brother came. She could feel his member swelling and pumping against her fingers and even in the darkened room, she could see the ropes of silvery cum erupt from his tip to splatter against the pale fur of his chest. It seemed to go on forever. And even when the flow slowed to a creamy trickle that leaked down over her fingers, she did not let go.

It was only idle curiosity, once Elias had collapsed back against the bed, that made Julia remove her paws. Lifting one to her nose, she sniffed once at the cum that had dribbled across her knuckles. The scent was strong and unmistakably masculine, but did nothing but add to the wetness between her legs. She dismounted quickly, intending to go wash.

Among other things.

"Wait!" Elias yelped, sitting up. He stared at Julia as she turned, and then glanced down at his messy stomach in obvious embarrassment. "That was--I, um... Thank you?"

Julia fidgeted and changed course to return to her bed. She seated herself on the edge of it and tried to wrangle her turbulent, racing thoughts into something that made sense.

Welcome, she eventually signed.

Elias stood, his rigid shaft bobbing as he did so. Julia tried to look him in the eye but soon found his member too distracting to ignore. She eyed his knot, remembering how it had felt beneath her fingers. The memory stirred something in her belly and she had to try very hard not to squirm.

"I love you," Elias said, fidgeting.

Julia's eyes snapped up to his. She started to sign something without thinking, then froze and dropped her hands back to her lap. There she sat, matching her brother's fidgeting almost to the gesture, until the silence grew too awkward to endure.

...you too, she replied, sticky fingers shaking slightly.

Elias smiled at that and his tail wagged once, a bit nervously.

"I, ah..." he said. "I'd give you a hug but I think I'll take another shower instead."

Julia grinned and made a shooing motion with both hands. She watched her brother depart until the door closed, then immediately flopped back on her bed, hind paws kicking giddily up at the ceiling. The feeling passed quickly, however, and she stretched out on her back. With her paws held at just the right angle, a stream of moonlight coming through the blinds turned the remains of Elias' seed into gleaming silver spiderwebs between her fingers.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and lapped a strand off the back of a knuckle. The taste made her grimace and she promptly rose and fished a washcloth out of the hamper to wipe the rest of it away.

Nope, she'd definitely made the right choice there.

Still, as she climbed back into bed and slipped beneath the covers, Julia couldn't quite keep the smile off her face.

She would have to move slowly. If she pushed too hard or too fast, Elias would catch on and pull back. He would leave her. Like her mother, her father, and everyone else had. That would be unbearable.

But if she played her cards right, he would be hers.

Hers and no one else's.

Julia was already on the verge of dozing by the time her brother returned but beneath the blankets, her tail continued to wag.