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Meet Dylan, a German Shepherd guy, aged 21 years and change. A student, still looking to find his place in the world.

And meet Liam, Dylans' brother. A year younger, likewise trying to find his way. Both look somewhat alike, Dylan is slightly taller, his fur somewhat lighter in colour on the belly, with darkish brown hair. Liam is respectively tanner in colour, with darker hair on his head.

POV: Dylan

I've been with my brother now for some time. We've moved into our own place together, ostensibly to save on rent, and it's been great. I'm happy with him, and I'm always happy to think of how it all started.

A year and a half ago, while we still lived at our parent's house, we got to have the house for ourselves for a couple weeks. Our parents went on a holiday, and our task was to make sure we didn't burn the house down. Simple enough. I had just started at uni, and was quite busy on the weeks. Liam had been lucky to find work for a year before going to uni himself. In any case, we didn't do too much on the weekdays - cooked dinner (or ordered some home, as it quite often went), minded our business, talked smack, argued over some minor chores, what have you. Despite the small arguments and banter back and forth, we got along well enough, as we'd always done.

We didn't really do anything remarkable together at first. It wasn't until a Friday evening in the first week I decided to dig out our old consoles and connect them up to the big living room TV. I had had enough of uni people having some crap to do every evening. Sure, I did enjoy meeting new people and all, but I needed a day at home too. I browsed through the games we had, and picked up a co-op shooter we used to play. Ooh, it was great fun, but we never quite got too far into it back in the day. I walked over to Liam's room and knocked.

"Hey.", I said, opening the door.

"Huh? What is it?", Liam replied.

I held up the game. "Remember this?"

"Kinda? It was decent."

"Wanna come try it out? I'm pretty bored. We could try the co-op missions again or whatever."

"Sure, I guess. Gimme a moment, I'll finish this up.", he said, returning to whatever he was doing on the computer.

I headed back to go put the game on. While it loaded, I got out the second controller, and wiped dust off of it. Plugging it in, everything seemed to work fine. Awesome. The title screen music started playing as Liam appeared from behind the corner.

"When'd we even get this?", he asked. "The music sounds pretty damn new."

"It wasn't too long ago? A few years? I was like 15 when I bought it.", I said.

"That's pretty long ago, you ancient goddamn fossil."

"Five years ago, sure. Back when you were in kindergarten."

"At least I wasn't writing cringy poems or whatever you did."

"It was a story, not some poem, idiot me just decided to make it rhyme.", I explained. "And I thought we agreed I'd never have to remember that."

"Oh, I'll never let you forget it. You don't know how fun it was to find the papers you'd written on."

"Cunt."

By this time, Liam had sat down next to me on the sofa, with one of the controllers.

"How far did we get?", he wondered.

"Dunno, let's just start this shit over. It's not like we remember how to play it anyway."

We spent a little while getting familiar with the controls, until we really got into it. We went our way shooting and bombing through the levels, and had a lot of fun doing so. A couple hours passed, until Liam got a message.

"Looks like the lads want me to join their game again.", he noted.

"Ours is going pretty well though."

"I know, that's why I'm wondering if I should abandon you or not."

"We could just continue on it tomorrow. We're not going anywhere anyway."

"Aight, sounds good to me."

The rest of the evening was uneventful. I played my games, Liam played his, and after some time I went to bed. He went to sleep too at some point, I didn't follow up too much on it. At least he kept down the noise when he knew others were sleeping. I slept okay, until my alarm rudely interrupted me at 10. I lay in my bed, staring at the roof for a little bit before deciding to get up. I needed breakfast. I threw on a shirt, and went to the kitchen. Bread, yogurt, something in a box in the fridge I didn't dare open. I opted for the bread, brewed some tea, and sat down a moment later with at the table with my sandwich. Tea poured, bread in hand, I was scrolling on my phone at what had been happening overnight. It was a little after 11 when Liam stumbled tired into the kitchen.

"Look at you, being in control of your life and your sleep.", I told him.

"At least I'm in control enough to put on pants.", he came back at me.

"These are long enough to be shorts, I really couldn't care the tiniest bit."

Liam shoved something quick into his face to serve as a breakfast, and we chatted a bit. We decided to continue on our campaign immediately, seeing that neither of us had agreed to do anything else. What better a way to spend a Saturday? He had gone over to turn on the console again, while I seated myself at the sofa, leaning against the left arm rest, lifting up my legs to hog all of the sofa to myself.

"Move over.", Liam said, pushing off my legs from the sofa, and sat down with his controller.

"You couldn't fucking bring the other controller, no?", I remarked.

"Of course not, why would I?"

I sighed, and got up to get mine. I saw that Liam had in his turn taken the sofa all for himself in the meantime, and I threatened to sit on his legs if he didn't move. Having got my seat back, we continued the campaign we had started. The room was filled with sounds of gunfire and explosions from the game, seasoned with curses and commands we hurled at each other to get through the levels. Time passed, and we were quite enjoying ourselves. At some point, my body had decided to check if my downstairs were still all in working condition. You know how you get an erection for no reason. Whatever, that happens to everyone, I didn't think any of it, I was focused on the game. We reached a save point in the game, and I took the opportunity to lift my arms and stretch a little bit on my back from all the sitting. It felt great to ease up tensions in my back. But out of the blue, the room was filled with a different type of tension. I was still stretching, evidently with my erection still up and visible through my boxers, when I was interrupted by Liam.

"Wait, how big is your dick really?"

I was stunned, and there was a pause. It wasn't a long pause at all, I'm thinking two seconds at most, perhaps. But in those brief moments, my mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts of surprise and shock, I wasn't expecting to hear those words from my brother. Thoughts of what I should answer him. And thoughts about him. I had been curious about guys, and some of that curiosity had been about Liam. I had always ignored it, filed it off as forbidden misfire of my brain. It never quite went away, but I occupied my mind with other things. Now, however, that curiosity came rushing back, impossible to ignore. I had to do something. I didn't know what, but something had to resolve this moment, in one way or another. I lowered my arms, looked over at him, and asked "How big is yours?".

I was as surprised as he was that I said that. I wasn't thinking of what I was saying, but one of those invasive curious thoughts made me half consciously escalate the situation. We were looking at each other in silence for a brief moment, until he reached for his pants and started cautiously sliding them down. He revealed his bright blue underwear, with a bulge visible. As he lifted himself up to completely remove the pants and leave them on the floor, I saw a small stain of pre growing. I was already erect, but I felt it stiffen the last bit at this sudden sight. By now, Liam was holding his underwear, ready to pull them as well down, while waiting for me to do the same. I had sat frozen, looking at his bulge, until I noticed him waiting. Silently, with a nod, I reached for my boxers too, and we started removing them at the same time. We both revealed our pinkish dicks, and without words looked at each other's. Liam's looked quite the same as mine, mostly. Same colour, same overall shape. I broke the silence again, this time by blurting out "Wanna compare?". Quickly, Liam pulled his underwear off completely, and I followed suit. We turned towards each other, and moved ourselves a bit closer, until we were close enough for our dicks to touch. After shuffling our legs for a bit to sit comfortably, we focused on the matter at hand.

"Mine's a little longer.", Liam said.

"I'm a bit thicker."

Our knots and balls looked just the same too, I decided, after affording them a look. I reached down a hand to cup my balls, and then his. They felt the same size, warm and a bit sweaty. Liam shivered at me touching him, and he moved a little bit closer. As I removed my hand, he reached with his hand carefully at my member. He was holding it, and tried giving it a couple strokes. I felt waves of pleasure go through me at his handling, and watched him then reach for his dick too, grabbing them with the same hand, and stroking us at the same time. Carefully, hesitantly at first, but at my lack of protest or intervention, he frotted us with more confident strokes. His dick was leaking a bit of pre, and I thought of tasting it. Instead, I just ended up grabbing his dick. He let go of it, but not mine, and continued stroking. I jacked him off in response, and he started grunting. It made me feel good, to hear his grunts and moans, knowing that he felt pleasured. We didn't get too far though, as the doorbell ringing put an end to our... exploration. Liam scrambled to put on his underwear and pants, while I scrambled to retreat into my room to get pants for myself as well. After getting his clothes on, Liam dashed to the door to check what was going on.

My heart pounded as I got myself clothed in my room. A lot of things were on my mind - what were we doing? Who's at the door? Did they see us? I couldn't fathom how we would have been seen, there weren't any windows for us to be visible from outside. It didn't ease my paranoia though. I heard the front door open. There was some talking, but couldn't make out what was being said. After a moment, it closed, and I got out of my room.

"Who was it?", I asked.

"Apparently our neighbours are having a dinner party or whatever and their guests can't find the goddamn right house."

"Oh. Okay. That's fine.", I said, relieved. With that exchange over, however, we stood, looking at each other awkwardly. Considering what we had been doing moments before, we were both wondering what to do now. Certainly we couldn't act the same around each other anymore. It took a bit of agonising silence, until Liam finally broke it.

"So... Uh... About that..?", he started.

"To be honest...", I replied, "...I think I really liked that". I was looking away, embarrassed. I didn't know what I was expecting him to say to that, but I was relieved to hear him say "...me too".

I walked back over to the sofa and sat down, and he did the same. We were looking at the TV, with the game still running idle. Liam seemed like he was about to say something, and I wanted to hear it. So I coaxed it out of him, asking what he was thinking about.

"Uh...", he stammered nervously. "Do... Do you want to... Y'know... Do that again?"

"Yeah... It felt nice. But... Should we? We're brothers. Is that-". I stopped at that, knowing we'd have to keep it secret.

"I... don't really care that we're brothers. I've... wanted to do that."

I reached for him. I now knew he'd been thinking of me like I had thought of him. But we had both done it in secret, unaware of each other. Until now. My hand reached his arm, and it felt almost electric to touch him. I hesitated, but then wrapped my arm around his body. With that done, we turned to face each other. He reciprocated, and we were now embracing each other. I leaned towards him, but he leaned away. I was confused, as he was still holding me. He tried to get lying down, and it became clear to me only when he explained he wanted me to hold him down. We shuffled a bit, and he got where he wanted to. I was on my knees, spread out so his legs went between mine. Our embrace, tighter now, had our upper bodies locked against each other. He reached to kiss. I met his lips, and we lied there, kissing, for god knows how long. Our dicks, fully erect but hidden beneath our clothes again, were laying against each other. As we kissed, I started grinding against him, making me leak pre. We lied like that, unaware of the world around us. Within little moment though, Liam pulled back from kissing and asked me to pause for a bit.

"Is something wrong?", I asked, concerned.

"It's nothing. I just don't wanna cum yet.", he explained. "It's so hot when you hold me down..."

"Do we want to... do something?", I suggested. It still felt weird to talk, but we were more confident now that we'd already come this far.

"I wanna smell you and taste you."

"Let's go to my room then."

"No, your room is a fucking mess, my room's better.", Liam teased me.

"Yours isn't any better, you know that, it's full of trash and dust. And my bed is bigger."

"Your room is clean only because you're the trash and you're not there".

I whispered him a "fuck you" and kissed quickly, before getting up from the sofa. I turned off the game, and then grabbed his arm, leading him into my room. After closing the door, more out of paranoia than anything else, even though no one else was at home, I started undressing. Liam was already dropping his pants, and I got to see his bulge again, along with a large dark spot where he had leaked when I grinded him. He pulled the underwear off as well, standing completely naked in front of me. I had got myself naked too, and was holding my boxers in my hand, similarly stained, and a bit sweaty after our grinding. I held them up to his face, and he breathed my smell in deeply, while I pushed him onto my bed. I had him lie down on his back, and I got on my knees over him. He seemed reluctant to stop sniffing my boxers.

"You like your brother's smell, don't you?", I murred at him.

He cherished the boxers and kept holding them against his face, all while answering me, asking "Do you want to know?"

"It's not the first time you're smelling me, I see."

"After you've come and gone in the showers, I've looked through the laundry for your clothes, just to smell them, just to imagine you with me."

"Oh, so that's why you've told me to go first so many times. You nasty fucker."

"Yeah."

I took away the boxers from him, much to his disappointment. That disappoinment was brief, however, as I moved over towards his face, until my balls were at his nose. He took in my smell again, enjoying himself tremendously. Only now, I told him to start tasting. Without hesitation, he started licking my balls, feeling each testicle against his tongue, and sucking on them a little. It felt amazing, and I leaked more pre, it sliding down my shaft towards my knot. I adjusted myself so that Liam was now working on my knot and shaft. He licked me clean of pre, leaving behind slick saliva instead. After a couple passes up and down my shaft, he reached for my tip with his tongue, sending shivers through me. It was time, I decided. I pushed him aside to grab the pillow and the blanket, bunched them into a pile, and sat down leaning back on the pile, spreading my legs to display my dick. "Come get what you want.", I told Liam, and he climbed back, but not before quickly grabbing and sniffing my paw, and giving my beans a slow, sweeping lick. He was going to get himself as much bang for the buck as he could with this smell thing, it seemed. Finally, he got down in front of me and started to work on my shaft and tip.

He swirled his tongue around my tip, licking up pre as I leaked more and more of it. He carefully took my dick into his mouth, as much as he dared so he wouldn't throw up. I took the opportunity to hold his head, grabbing his short, dark hair and guided him up and down my dick. After spending quite some time today with various shenanigans, I was rather close to orgasm already. I bit my lip in pleasure, and I caught Liam jacking himself off while he blew me. With each moment passing, we were both ever closer to cumming, and my grip of his hair tightened. After a few more passes, with him licking my tip, I came. I came hard, my dick throbbed against Liam's tongue while he was still working my tip, and pulse after pulse of cum coated his mouth, while he licked off every drop coming out of me. By this time, his masturbation had become faster, and I saw he'd be cumming too. Knowing that, and seeing what he liked about me earlier, I lifted my paw, just in time with his orgasm, catching his ropes of cum on my toes and on my paw pads. After he finished cumming, we both stayed still, panting, looking at each other with new depth and dimension. Liam was about to lean forward to kiss me, but I stopped him before he could, telling him to sit up. Having done so, I lifted my cum-stained paw up to him. "I got you a final surprise." Seeing it, he eagerly grabbed my leg, and planted his face into my paw, cleaning each pad and toe with his tongue, meticulously and slowly, swallowing all of his own cum. He swirled between my toes, took each one in turn into his mouth to suck, and took all the taste he could get from me. When he was finally done, having spent more time just worshipping my paw than cleaning it, I pulled him down onto me, hugging him tight.

"That was amazing.", I told him.

"This had been my dream, you know. I can't quite believe we're here and not it some wet dream of mine.", he answered.

"Earlier, before you asked me about my dick and started it all... How long had you been watching me for already?"

"Maybe 3-4 months? I got pretty intensely into you after it got warm and I could smell you even from afar. Then the fantasies started flowing into my mind.", Liam explained.

"Oh. Right. But I meant today, how long did you look at me for before asking?"

"Oh today? Well, considering you weren't wearing fucking anything but your boxers, I could see your bulge for a few minutes. It drove me mad and horny, like I had to do say something to make my fantasies real. So when we finally got to the save point, I pretended to just have seen your boner so I could start it off. I really thought I'd made a mistake when you stopped, but then you continued, and I was secretly so happy then already."

"Well, now we know for next time we need neither pants nor underwear around each other.", I noted.

"No you don't get to take your damn boxers off, not when I'm here!"

"And what if I do anyway?"

"Fuck you!"

"I think you might be the bottom one of us, right? So fuck you, rather."

"Uhh... Yeah."

"Wanna try that later?"