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Eric and Milo: Consequences

By Green

Milo and Eric Thompson sat in the living room of their home, and to the outside observer, it would appear that they were doing absolutely nothing, simply sitting there. In reality, the German shepherds were both fairly lost in thought, which was understandable. The previous afternoon, their sister Anne, younger than Eric and older than Milo, had accidentally walked in on the two of them having sex. She had stared at them in a complete state of shock as their climaxes played out, and then fled the house, driving off at unsafe speeds with her cell phone turned off, possibly for the first time in years. At the moment, Milo was replaying the events that followed that horrible incident.

Overwhelmed by the magnitude of what had happened, he'd burst into tears, asking his big brother for guidance. Eric, freshly returned from his futile chase after Anne, sat down on the bed and silently hugged his brother tight, letting him cry on his shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, Milo. We'll get through this."

Eric wasn't even sure if his brother heard him.

"She - she's gonna tell them, Eric, she's gonna tell Mom and Dad and they're gonna know... Oh my God, they're gonna know!"

He let out a high-pitched whine as his mind filled with images of how his parents might react when they found out he'd been having sex with his brother. He somehow doubted it would make a difference if he told them that they were only doing it for fun. None of the outcomes he imagined were especially pretty.

"They're gonna disown us, Eric! They're never gonna speak to us again!"

"Come on, dude, they wouldn't do that."

"Then they'll send one of us to live with Aunt Natalie and make sure we never see each other again!"

That sounded a little more likely, but Eric wasn't any surer than his brother exactly what was going to happen. In truth, while he wasn't sobbing, he didn't feel much better than Milo. So he just held him close and tried to be strong for the poor guy. Eventually, they got up to at least make themselves presentable for their impending doom, showering and getting dressed, Eric managing to put on the right pants this time. Then they merely sat together in the living room, much as they would the next morning, a show of solidarity in what felt like the last hours before their execution. When they heard their parents pulling up to the driveway, Milo closed his eyes and whimpered, but Eric stood up, gesturing at his brother to remain seated.

"Stay here for now, Milo, maybe you can avoid the worst of it."

"But -"

"It's okay, little brother, I know what I'm doing."

Eric tried not to think of those as 'brave last words' as he headed to the front door, arriving in time to take a deep breath before the door opened and his father, Alexander, walked in, a scowl on his face.

To Eric's great surprise, his father more or less ignored him, muttering to himself as he slipped his shoes off and tossed his coat on the rack with perhaps a bit less care than he normally took.

"...Can't believe that girl, we raised her better than that, didn't even ask..."

He glanced up at his eldest offspring as he walked right past him towards the kitchen, nodding distractedly, merely acknowledging him.

"Eric."

"Uh, hey Dad..."

Eric stood there in shock, which wasn't helped much when his mother Karen followed her husband into the house, closing the door gently behind her.

"Hi, Eric. Don't mind your father, he got a call from your sister a few minutes ago, apparently she thought it would be a good idea to take the car and go to Alyssa's house for the night."

She shook her head in much milder annoyance than Alexander had been showing.

"Honestly, I don't understand that girl sometimes, calling after taking the car like there's nothing wrong with that. There'd be no problem at all if she'd just called first and asked like a grown-up. Sometimes I almost forget she's older than Milo, she can be really immature sometimes."

Hearing her husband stomping around in the kitchen, Karen left her son standing dazed in the hallway and followed the grumbling.

"Alex, honey, remember your blood pressure, at least save this until Anne gets home..."

Eric had not been this surprised since the day he'd walked in on Milo masturbating on his bed, the day this whole - this whole whatever-it-was started. He was confused beyond measure, actually felt a little dizzy, so he backed up until he reached the stairs and sat down on the bottom steps, trying to figure out what he'd just experienced. There was only one explanation.

She... she didn't tell them. She literally walked in on Milo fucking me, and she didn't tell Mom and Dad... What's she planning?

While he was sitting there, contemplating this information, Milo poked his head around the corner and walked up to him, looking understandably unsure of himself.

"What's going on? I didn't hear Dad yelling or Mom crying or anything..."

Still gazing at the carpet like it contained the secrets of the universe, Eric put it plainly.

"They didn't know. Dad's just mad 'cause Anne took the car. So either they don't care about what we've been doing, or she hasn't told them yet."

The younger shepherd frowned, somehow even more worried than he had been before his parents got home.

"So... what does that mean? Why didn't she tell them? What are we supposed to do, Eric?"

He looked up at his brother and shrugged.

"I have no idea what that means, I don't know why she's keeping quiet... and all we can do is wait, little brother."

That night, as he lay in bed, Milo found himself thinking, not surprisingly, about his sister. He wondered how Anne felt about him now, how her opinion had changed. He couldn't imagine a world in which his big sister Annie didn't love him. He whimpered quietly as he remembered the look of total shock on her face as she watched him and Eric shuddering through their climaxes together. He couldn't help but remember something she used to do for him; Milo had been a bit of a crybaby as a child - he still tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve - and one night, while leaving her room to get a drink, young Anne had heard her brother crying in his room, having just awakened from a nightmare. Playing the role of the big sister to a tee, she entered his room to see if he was okay, and climbed into his bed to comfort him, assuring him that he was safe as long as she was around, combing her fingers through his fuzzy hair to calm him down. After that night, whenever he had an especially bad nightmare, he would go to Anne's bedroom and snuggle up against her, feeling safe next to her. She never once turned him away or got annoyed at him, and he'd always loved her for it. Naturally, he hadn't done it in years and years, having outgrown it, but it was one of his defining childhood memories of his sister. In fact, it occurred to him that if he'd felt as lousy back then as he did right now, he'd probably be making a trip to her room. He closed his eyes tight, praying that Anne would ever speak to him again.

And so we finally catch up to the beginning of this story, where Eric and Milo once again find themselves sitting around, waiting for something to happen. Cutting into the endless silence, Milo glanced over at his brother.

"...So do you think she's gonna, like, blackmail us or something?"

Eric shrugged.

"What would she even blackmail us for? You don't even have a job, Milo, and it's not like I'm rolling in cash. Do you think she's just not going to tell anyone?"

"I don't know, I've never seen her discover something like this before! Maybe she stumbles across horrible secrets all the time, and never spills on any of them!"

Despite himself, Eric grinned slightly.

"Oh, I wouldn't say you were 'horrible', Milo, I thought it was pretty good myself..."

Milo looked over, scarcely believing his ears. Eric was looking down at the floor, studying his feet.

"Do you think she'd buy it if we told her we were practicing for a play?"

Milo was at first incredibly annoyed that Eric was joking at a time like this... but then he saw the sheepish grin on his brother's face, and he was reminded that he wasn't alone in this. Eric had always had his back, and this situation was no different. For the first time in more than 24 hours, Milo Thompson smiled.

"Yeah, that might work. We'll say I just slipped, and you were right there..."

The brothers laughed, if quietly and without much passion, and they felt slightly better. After a few more minutes of silence, Eric glanced at his watch and sighed.

"I really hope she's not staying out wherever again, we really need to talk to that girl..."

A snort of amusement drew both brothers' attention.

"No kidding you do."

Anne Thompson was leaning against the doorless entry to the living room, arms crossed casually over her chest, one foot lifted against the wall behind her. Milo's ears swivelled around behind him and planted themselves against his skull so fast they made an audible 'whp'.

"Annie!"

She held up one hand to silence her brother and gestured behind her, in the general direction of the basement stairs.

"Eric's right. We need to talk, boys. Let's use Eric's room, the 'rents won't bug us down there if they come home before we're done."

The way Anne referred to their parents as 'the 'rents' was one of the things about her Eric found most annoying, and he loved to chew her out about it. This particular time, though, he decided to bite his tongue.

Eric walked in first; and why shouldn't he? It was his own room. A quick glance at the computer monitor to make sure he hadn't left any porn on the screen (he was in luck; it was a still from an upcoming movie, above mountains of childish comments about said movie) and he relaxed slightly. This was his domain. His 'king of the hill' feeling lasted all of two seconds, as Milo walked in, looking either terrified or sheepish, it wasn't clear which, followed by Anne, who absolutely exuded confidence from every molecule of her being. Eric sat down in his deskside chair, a high-backed leather seat of the sort that low-to-mid-level managers keep at the office, with a swivel base so wheels wouldn't eat his carpet. Milo made a beeline for Eric's bed, and sat down on the mattress, where he proceeded to stare at his toes. Anne, on the other hand, leisurely walked in, closed and locked the door behind her, and went and leaned up against the wall, able to take in both her brothers at a glance. She remained silent for an agonizingly long time, and the males weren't about to force her hand, so the room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop, if not for the aforementioned carpeting. Eventually, Anne stretched her limbs and grabbed a small chair Eric kept for when he was entertaining friends or guests. She flipped it around and sat in it like it was 1995 or something, casually removed her glasses with one hand, and finally spoke up.

"So... You two have been fucking."

Milo swallowed a lump in his throat, and Eric shifted uneasily in his chair. It was not a question, and neither brother was sure whether or not she wanted them to speak up. Fortunately, she continued.

"I guess the two most important questions are..."

She held up a fist and extended her index finger.

"When did you guys realize you were gay?"

Her middle finger joined the first one.

"And when did you fall in love?"

There was a moment of silence where both Anne's brothers stared at her rather vacantly, but after that they wordlessly exchanged a glance, an odd look on their features. Then they both turned to her and spoke simultaneously, perhaps a bit defensively.

"We're not gay!" complained Eric.

"We're not in love!" protested Milo.

Anne shook her head and rolled her eyes. First she looked at Eric, a cruel smirk on her face and a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure getting fucked in the ass by another guy is about as gay as it gets."

Then she turned her attention to her younger brother.

"And I suppose I could buy that you're not in love. Are you telling me you guys were doing it because you were bored, maybe? That you had nothing better to do? I mean, I was under the impression that you weren't stupid or crazy, but..."

Both of her siblings blushed. In addition, Eric frowned, and Milo looked back down at his feet, his ears so flat against his head it was a wonder he could even hear. Anne shrugged and glanced off to the side, seemingly studying a poster on Eric's wall depicting a very shapely snow leopard girl in a very, very revealing bikini.

"Look, guys, I... I just want to know what's going on here. I mean, gay or not, you're brothers. You don't see anything weird about that?"

"It's not like that! We're just blowing off steam, making each other feel good! We're just messing around, sis, this isn't anything like you seem to think it is! Just forget you ever saw us!"

"Eric, this is kind of a big deal. I might be convinced to keep quiet on this, but not if you won't tell me what it is that I'm keeping quiet about!"

Eric tried to sound as confident as possible as he crossed his arms and snorted derisively.

"It's just your word against ours, Anne, and there's two of us. And even if you do tell them, it's crazy enough that they probably won't believe you."

The distaff sibling did not seem phased in the slightest.

"That sounds good, Eric, but you and I both know you're ignoring two things. First, I never lie to the 'rents. I'm the Good Kid that way. I know it, you know it, and they know it. No matter how crazy it sounded, they would at least be willing to hear me out. And second..."

She glanced towards the bed, an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Milo, you know I love you, but you're absolutely shit at lying to authority figures."

She turned back to her older brother and finished her point, indicating Milo with her glasses to punctuate it.

"All they'd have to do is ask him, and they'd know your cover story was bogus."

She crossed her arms and laid them across the back of the chair, and then leaned down and rested her chin on her arms.

"Just imagine it, boys, everyone you know finding out that you had gay sex with your own brother. Can't imagine you'd be as popular with the ladies, huh Eric? And I don't even want to think about how it would affect poor Angela Taylor, do you Milo? I think she'd be heartbroken."

Normally, any insinuation that he and Gela were in a relationship was immediately responded to with angry words, but since the last time she'd used that joke, Milo and Gela actually had hooked up; though they were more 'friends with benefits' than 'significant others', at least on paper, it still made Milo feel hollow inside to imagine the disgust in Angela's eyes, to imagine never speaking to her again. He just swallowed and tried not to whimper.

After remaining silent for a short time to let her words sink in, Anne stood up, turned her chair around, and sat down, leaning back as she faced her brothers.

"Now then... how long has this been going on?"

Eric immediately responded, cutting Milo's hesitant response off.

"It was just a one-time thing, we were high and I convinced Milo to try it."

Her eyes flicked briefly over to Milo, but she was already shaking her head.

"Again you forget exactly how well I know you, big brother. You were the bottom when I caught you. Eric Thompson, asking someone else to fuck him? For his very first gay experience, no less? Hmmm... Milo, was yesterday the first time you two fu- no, wait, not gonna leave that loophole open. Was yesterday the first time you two did anything sexual together?"

"I-it was, uh, it was, you know, the... oh God we've been doing it for months now I'm so sorry Eric pleaseforgiveme!"

He let out a whine and covered his face with his hands.

"You see what I mean, Eric? Sweet boy, very creative, but doesn't stand up to the slightest cross-examination. Besides, if he was into weed or whatever, he wouldn't be doing it with you."

Eric threw up his hands and then sagged down in his chair, finally defeated.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Interrogating us, taunting us with threats of ruining our lives? I thought you were better than that, Anne."

She said nothing, just smiled an odd smile.

"So how did it start?"

"What, you want details?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh, for fuck's sake-"

"Hey, feel free to stonewall me, it's a free country, but if I don't get the juicy details, I might just tell the 'rents just to spite you."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"...Do you remember that time I had a date with Christine and she ditched me for another guy?"

"Wow, you guys have been doing this a while!"

He let that one slide.

"When I got home, I found Milo, uh, masturbating in my room."

She smiled oddly widely at that one, and shifted in her chair, crossing her legs and leaning back as she returned her glasses to their perch on her face.

"Now that's very interesting. What were you doing there, little guy?"

The youngest Thompson, blushing so hot it was a wonder his fur didn't catch fire, slowly, stutteringly, explained about the dream he'd had, the strange feelings towards his brother, that lead him to his unusual actions. He and Eric also described the speech Eric had given him that had helped him feel better; how he just wanted to share that part of his life with the brother he looked up to, and about how it was nothing to be ashamed of, especially if Eric was the only male he was attracted to. 'It's okay if it's you' was how Milo had summed it up. By this point, Anne was leaning forward, elbows on her knees and hands on her chin, listening intently like a child at story time.

"So what did you do next?"

Eric shrugged.

"Well, I -"

"I want to hear Milo say it."

Milo swallowed a whine and studied the floor.

"He... he told me there was a way to, uh, whack off, that felt a lot better than the way I was doing it, and to show me he, um, he gave me a, a handjob... and then I asked if I could return the favour, and he said it was okay, so I did."

Eric was sitting slightly closer than Milo to their sister, and as she leaned back he almost thought he heard her make an 'mmmmm' noise. He shrugged it off as she continued, saying

"I saw that you've come a lot farther than that, how did that escalate?"

Milo gave her a pleading look and whimpered.

"Come on, sis, this is humiliating!"

Anne sighed in irritation.

"You're still a bit of a crybaby, you know that, Milo?"

"I'm being interrogated about my sex life!"

"That's no excuse."

Eric stepped in, to prevent this from escalating.

"Look, it's not that complicated, we went on to oral the next day, and we had sex a few weeks after that. We did it again two days ago, and you walked in on us doing it yesterday."

Anne giggled, shaking her head in amusement.

"You know, if someone had told me my brothers were having sex, I wouldn't have believed it... Which one of you was the bottom the first time?"

Milo silently raised a hand, somehow blushing even stronger than before.

"That doesn't surprise me, somehow."

Anne started giggling as Milo decided he'd had enough. He got up and moved over to his sister, dropping down and literally begging on his knees before her.

"C'mon, Annie! I've been freaked out all day that you were going to ruin our lives! Please, enough with the embarrassing questions, I just want to know; are you going to tell Mom and Dad or not? Please Annie, I'm... I'm scared."

Feeling actual wetness in the corners of his eyes, he averted his gaze, and then felt his sister's hand tousling his hair.

"I'm sorry, little guy, I was just having a little fun. ...I was hoping to have a little more fun, but..."

She reached down, placed a finger under his chin, and tilted his head up.

"I won't tell anyone that you two have been messing around-"

Sighing in relief, Milo nuzzled against her legs.

"Oh thank you Annie, thank you thank you thank you!"

"-On one condition."

Milo stiffened slightly, but he was too close to freedom to balk now. He took her hands in his and looked up at her anxiously.

"Anything, sis, anything!"

Eric was about to speak up, correctly thinking that promising to do whatever she wanted before she even told them what the condition was was a little risky. But before he could, Anne leaned down towards her younger brother, looked right into his eyes, and said, so softly that Eric could barely hear her,

"I want to watch."

There was a moment of silence. Eric stared, stupefied.

Did she really just say what I thought she just said?

Milo must have heard the same thing as his brother, because he let go of Anne's hands and fell backwards from his kneeling position, landing ungracefully on his butt.

"You what?!"

She laughed, totally at ease.

"You two really have no idea how lucky you were that it was me who walked in on you. Like, really. I don't just mean that it wasn't Dad or Mom, I mean that you're lucky it was me specifically."

"Annie, what do you-"

"It's very simple, Milo. I happen to like watching cute guys fuck. A lot of girls do, it's like guys who like watching lesbian porn. Nothing weird about it. But as it turns out, I also really, really get turned on by incest. But all the stuff you can find online is either stories and drawings, or videos of guys who obviously aren't related calling each other 'bro' every three seconds - or are so ugly you can totally believe they'd be willing to fuck their brothers."

She made a face like she'd bitten into a lemon, closing her eyes and banishing the mental image.

"The point is, I've never seen hot brothers sleeping together, much to my dismay."

She held up her hands and made a very childish gesture, making a loop with thumb and forefinger and then thrusting her other forefinger in and out, smiling widely as she did so.

"So I want you and Eric to have sex again, and I want you to let me watch you do it."

Anne laughed out loud as Eric and Milo, still totally stunned, exchanged a glance. Eric, holding onto the side of his head as though he were afraid his brain might try to escape, was still having trouble with the basic premise.

"Y-you want to watch us fuck?"

Smiling cheerfully, she nodded. Milo let out a whimper and crawled backwards away from her. When he had thought about what she was going to do, whether it was the best case scenario or the worst, one thing had always been the same. Whether it was because they decided to quit while they were ahead or forced to via separation, he always imagined that he and Eric would never be intimate again. He never thought they'd be doing it again, much less be ordered to do so - and with an audience, no less!

"C-come on, Annie, you don't mean that, you're, uh, you're kidding, right? Right? We can't just do it right in front of you!"

Anne sighed theatrically.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to tell the world."

"Annie, that's - that's blackmail!"

"Well, yes, but you have to admit, it's a lot more pleasant than most blackmail."

As his sister giggled, Milo looked over his shoulder at his brother, a panicked, distrustful expression on his face, and began to slowly move away. Despite himself, Eric snorted in amusement.

"Oh come on, Milo, give me a little credit. I'm not going to rape you if you don't wanna do this."

"But she said-"

"I know what she said, I was here too. I don't want anybody to find out, but if you don't wanna go through with it, I'm not gonna force you, and I'll stand with you when the shit hits the fan. We got into this together, remember?"

Before a somewhat relieved Milo could reply, Anne cut in.

"Awww, that's so sweet. Are you sure you two aren't an item?"

Both of her brothers simultaneously gave her a withering look, which she shrugged off, clicking her tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's always so much hotter when the brothers get romantic. So, what's the verdict, boys? Gonna put on a show for your favourite sister?"

Once more the brothers exchanged a glance, Eric looking to Milo for his lead for once, and then, very slowly, Milo nodded. Immediately, Anne let out a shrill, excited noise, thrusting a fist skyward in triumph.

"Oh my God, this is so exciting! I can't believe I get to witness brother-on-brother firsthand! And they're my_brothers! Seriously, if I was making a list of brothers most likely to play the incest card, you two would be way way _way near the bottom. Ooooh, this is gonna be so awesome! I promise you won't regret it!"

Funny, thought Milo, I already regret it.

Anne ran off to go collect a few things 'to make the experience perfect', and Eric and Milo were left alone for a few minutes. Milo shook his head, still in a state of shock.

"I can't believe this is happening. Like, I'm literally not convinced that this is real and not a dream or something."

Eric nodded solemnly.

"She wants to watch us fuck. Wouldn't have predicted that in a million years. Ten million years."

He snickered quietly as a thought occurred to him.

"Well, shit, if we'd known she was an incest perv, we could have told her weeks ago, save a lot of worry and trouble."

Milo couldn't help but smile. It wasn't long after that that Anne returned, a small bag of items with her. She had also swapped out her jeans for a skirt, apparently making herself more comfortable. As the boys watched, she pushed the chair she'd been sitting in off to the side, and dragged Eric's desk chair over to the same spot, giving herself a good view and a comfortable seat.

"Okay. Do you guys have any objections to me calling the shots here? Don't mind taking a few instructions?"

This struck Milo as a very odd thing to ask someone you're blackmailing, but he just nodded; as long as she didn't ask him to shit his pants or drink Eric's piss or something, it should be fine.

"Great. Alright boys, it's show time! Off with those clothes!"

Exchanging an awkward glance, the brothers stood up, and after a moment of hesitation, Eric began to fiddle with his belt and Milo started opening the buttons on his shirt. Almost immediately, they were interrupted.

"Wait, wait, wait! Not like that! Jeez, it's like you guys don't know how to put on a show!"

They stared blankly at her, uncomprehending.

"Oh for - you undress each other. No wait - just the shirts for now."

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Milo reached unsteadily over towards his brother, reaching the tips of his fingers into Eric's pants to untuck his T-shirt and begin dragging it upward. As Eric's nicely-defined chest came into view, Anne giggled in excitement across the room, but all Milo could think about was what was about to happen, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. Eric raised his arms to help the younger shepherd get the shirt up and off his body, and then reached forward to continue working Milo's shirt buttons as Milo casually tossed Eric's shirt to the side. The younger Thompson inhaled sharply as Eric knelt down to open the last of the buttons, pulling the sides of his shirt out wide to expose his less muscular frame, and - most unexpectedly - leaning in and nuzzling against his chest. Milo whispered to the other male, trying not to sound panicked.

"Eric, what are you doing?"

Caught off guard again, Milo was unable to contain a sigh of pleasure as Eric dragged his wide, flat tongue along his little brother's stomach, all the way up to his chest.

"She said she wanted a show, didn't she? Just making sure she's happy."

Across the room, Anne churred, wiggling in her seat with anticipation.

"Mmmm, that was nice, Eric! You could learn a thing or two from him, Milo. Okay, now kiss!"

She leaned forward, eagerly waiting for her brothers to follow her command, but much to Milo's chagrin, Eric shook his head.

"Sorry, Anne, but I'm gonna have to say no. We'll put on your little show, we'll fuck for you, but we won't go there."

Milo whimpered quietly, realizing he'd never actually told Eric about Gela, his tail silently tucked itself between his legs as Anne whipped off her glasses with one hand, a gesture she only performed when she was genuinely upset.

"What the hell, Eric, why not? Are you really so childish that you think fucking another guy is less gay than kissing him?"

Milo started to explain the reality of the situation, but Eric cut him off.

"It's not that. Milo's never kissed anyone before, and he wants to make sure his first kiss is with someone he really cares for, not someone he's just messing around with."

That didn't seem to placate Anne, but before she could speak up again, Milo raised his voice and interrupted.

"A-actually, Eric, um... it's no problem, we can kiss now..."

Eric's ears flattened against his head so fast they made a sound, something Milo had experienced many times before but never actually seen on someone else. His older brother looked decidedly shaken.

"Oh, uh... I'm, you know, flattered, Milo, but I, uh, don't feel, ah, that way about you..."

He realized the problem and blushed, waving a hand dismissively.

"N-no! I'm not in love with you, you dumbass! I just, uh... I already had my first kiss with someone. I just never told you..."

Anne spoke up from her seat, a crafty smile on her face.

"Was it Angela Taylor?"

"Uh-"

Apparently his sister could either read minds or read something from his facial expression, because she immediately let out a high-pitched laugh.

"Oh my God, it was!"

Before he could come up with a retort, Eric drew his attention again.

"Did you sleep with her, Milo?"

"Hey, now -"

"He did!"

Eric offered him a high five, which he left hanging. Both Eric and Anne were laughing hysterically now, as if they were in cahoots. Blushing at maximum burn, Milo crossed his arms and looked away.

"Shut the fuck up, guys! It's not funny!"

Anne managed to keep composed long enough to speak up.

"Oh, Milo, Milo, Milo, we're not laughing at you, it's just..."

She giggled but managed to keep control.

"God, I knew it, I knew it! All these years it's been so obvious that you two were crazy about each other! Congratulations, Milo!"

A serious look suddenly crossed Eric's face and he frowned.

"Wait a minute, you two aren't official or anything, are you? 'Cause cheating on your girlfriend with your brother is messed up, dude. I don't wanna be The Other Guy. Uh, I guess just The Guy in this case. Whatever, you know what I mean."

Clapping both hands to his face as if trying to keep the embarrassment contained, Milo shook his head.

"No! It's nothing like that! We're still just friends, we just wanted to... try something new, that's all! We're not madly in love, we're not destined to be together, we're not anything!"

Much to his dismay, it was blatantly obvious that neither of his siblings even remotely believed that. Anne clicked her tongue again.

"Tsk, he's still in denial, poor stubborn boy."

Eric nodded sagely.

"They'll figure it out eventually."

Whining like a hungry feral, internally bemoaning the fate of the youngest sibling, Milo sat down on the bed and buried his face in a pillow, leaving only enough space to speak coherently.

"Holy shit, can we just drop it?"

His elder siblings finally stopped giggling, and Anne reminded him that perhaps he was better off talking about an embarrassing subject.

"Sure thing, little brother. I believe you two were about to kiss..."

In the depths of his embarrassment, that had almost slipped Milo's mind. He sighed into the pillow and was starting to gird himself for what he had to do when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw that Eric was a lot closer than he'd thought, kneeling on the bed, leaning over his brother with bedroom eyes and a crooked grin. Surprised, Milo whimpered quietly, causing his brother to wink at him, whispering encouragement to the younger shepherd.

"Relax, dude, this is supposed to be fun, remember?"

Leaning down, Eric's other hand came around and cradled the back of Milo's head, and Milo found his heartbeat increasing in speed as his older brother leaned down and kissed him.

As Eric's lips pressed against his own, Milo felt every muscle in his body tense up, at least until Eric's hand slid down from his shoulder, hugging him and rubbing his back gently. From the corner of his eye, he saw Anne leave her seat to get a better angle of the action. He heard her whisper 'oh wow' to herself, but he wasn't paying attention to her, being far more focused on the way he felt himself melting into his brother's embrace, blushing as he felt Eric's tongue push into his mouth. Closing his eyes and sighing through his nostrils, Milo reached up and returned the hug, his own tongue hesitantly engaging his brother's, then tentatively inching into Eric's mouth, exploring it thoroughly as the brothers kissed, deep and long. Off to the side, Anne stared, totally fascinated, swallowing as if her mouth had suddenly gone dry.

"Wow... you guys are really going at it..."

Neither of her brothers showed any sign that they'd heard her, and as she watched, enthralled, Eric began to lean forward, slowly tilting Milo backwards, supporting the smaller shepherd's weight with his arms. Soon enough, Milo was lying down, Eric practically lying on top of him, supporting his own weight with the arms he had wrapped around his brother's torso. Milo found himself mentally comparing the kiss to the ones he'd shared with Gela. This one was on the one hand slightly more enjoyable; apparently his brother really knew what he was doing, at least more so than the novice skills of the mouse girl. But it didn't feel... exciting, at least not in the same way. The rapid speed of his heartbeat was entirely because he was anxious about making out in front of their sister, whereas with Gela... well, it had been because he was kissing Gela Taylor. While he pondered these facts, Anne approached slightly closer and whispered in Eric's ear, something Milo did not catch. Her words became obvious enough when he felt his brother's hands opening his belt buckle and working his fly. He started to stir, wriggling slightly in anticipation as his shorts were undone and tugged down his thighs, leaving only his boxers, decorated semi-ironically with characters from a cartoon show of Milo's youth. Eric finally broke off the kiss, and mouthed the words 'are you ready' as he placed his hand on the waistband of the younger canine's boxers, the long shorts already forgotten on the floor beside the bed. Milo hesitated, and then shook his head. Before the question could be asked, he released the embrace and moved his hands to Eric's jeans, whispering 'let's do it together.'

Soon, both Thompson males were down to their underwear, Milo lying on his back, Eric on his side next to him, while Anne leaned against the foot of the bed for the best view, trying to look casual. Once again, Eric placed his hand on the waistband of his brother's underwear, and this time, after a glance at their audience, Milo nodded, trembling slightly. He stared down the length of his own torso, unable to look away as Eric curled his fingers under the elastic band, slowly, gently pulling down on the garment, one hand moving around behind his back to guide the smaller canine's tail through the appropriately-placed hole in the fabric. His speed and pressure remained the same, he didn't slow down or speed up as he uncovered Milo's genitals to the light of the room. The teen was still totally limp, his length flopped across his thigh, his scrotum pulled up against his body from anxiety, a feeling which wasn't helped when he dared glance to the side and confirmed that yes, his older sister was openly staring directly at his penis. For whatever reason, she nodded almost imperceptibly to herself as she leered at him, drinking in every detail of her brother's body. Milo shivered under that bold gaze, fighting the urge to close his legs, to hide himself.

"It's cute, little brother. It suits you."

"Y-you mean my..."

"Yes, of course I'm talking about your cock, what else would I be talking about?"

The casual way she said it only made him blush harder, somehow.

"Oh... Um, thanks?"

She smiled at that, but it was a kindly grin, not a mocking one. She moved around to his side of the bed and crouched down beside him, her eyes momentarily lingering on his package, leading him to wonder if she was going to touch him, something he wasn't sure he could handle. But instead she turned back to his face and smiled that easy-going grin again.

"Relax, little guy. I'm your big sister, remember? Not gonna make you hurt yourself or anything. Everything's going to be fine."

The warmth of her smile combined with her soothing words reassured him somewhat, and he smiled back a little before he reached over and grabbed hold of Eric's boxers, which were plain black. Eric was fine with it, or at least he showed none of the nervous signs that Milo did, so he just started tugging right away. Unlike his brother, Eric was already at half mast, the tip of his penis swinging lazily away from his body as the fabric trapping it was removed. Milo surreptitiously looked at Anne's face as he pulled the underwear the rest of the way down, and was slightly chagrined to notice that she definitely seemed more impressed with his brother's package than she had with his.

'Cute'. Great. That'll get me all the ladies.

Reminding himself that Eric was his brother and that bitterness was unbecoming, he lay back to watch Anne's reactions. Once again, she seemed to have trouble with dry mouth.

"I, uh, guess you've been working out, huh big brother?"

Eric chuckled; it genuinely surprised Milo how at ease his brother seemed.

"Like what you see, sis?"

Anne giggled, nodding.

"What can I say, you boys look good, no wonder you weren't able to resist each other."

The eldest sibling made a sweeping gesture across the bed.

"Well, Anne, you've got us naked. What's next?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and placed a hand on her cheek, one fingernail tapping the frame of her glasses. It was basically her equivalent to stroking a chin, something she did while she contemplated deep thoughts. Of course, the impish grin and the twinkle in her eyes suggested she was, in fact, just being silly.

"Hmm. You know, Milo still looks a little nervous. Why don't you help him relax?"

Milo frowned.

"What do you-"

He interrupted himself, letting out a high-pitched eep of surprise as his brother reached down and cupped his balls, leaning in to kiss him once more as he did so.

He was, understandably, too distracted to kiss Eric back at first, preoccupied by the feeling as his brother's warm hand gently squeezed and massaged his scrotum, coaxing the sac away from his body to hang loose in the other shepherd's grip. Milo trembled in his brother's arms as he felt himself begin to stir and grow from Eric's tender ministrations. As he calmed down and returned the kiss, he found himself cuddling up against his brother's side. When he was honest with himself, Milo was aware that he usually let Eric take the lead in bed, but he was acting a lot more submissively than usual today. It wasn't hard to figure out why, either. He was glad his siblings were going to such lengths to help him relax; he couldn't help but be nervous over the idea of having sex right in front of a third party, even if it was someone he loved and trusted as much as his sister. Reaching down, he took hold of his brother's penis, which was by now almost fully hard. He squeezed it as Eric continued to massage his testicles. Before too long, Eric shifted on the bed, positioning himself over Milo, lowering his lower body so that their erections pressed together, slowly rolling his hips so that his shaft rubbed and slid against Milo's. By now, Milo was really getting into the kiss, and he groaned slightly as he felt his brother's warm length pressing against him, increasing the stimulation by wrapping a hand around both members and gently stroking. The brothers had had entire sessions consisting of this kind of thing, and might have kept going until they both climaxed, if not for their sister. Anne had quietly moved around to the side of the bed, crouching for the best view, and after seeing their hard-ons in close proximity, innocently commented on the sight.

"Looks like you're a little bigger, Eric."

Embarrassed, Milo immediately broke off the kiss, his ears moving back towards his head.

"Annie!"

Eric shot his sister a look and frowned in irritation.

"Come on, sis, you don't just talk about that kinda thing! Dudes are very sensitive about that!"

Strangely, she didn't seem chagrined in the slightest, giggling and shaking her head.

"Ah, boys..."

The moment over, Eric pushed himself back onto his side, leaving Milo feeling strangely disappointed.

"Well, we're ready, anyway. You want us to, like, fool around a little first, or do you want to go to the main event?"

"Well, I kinda wanted to see one of you guys swallow first, but I'm getting excited, so I think we'll just cut to the chase, I wanna see this 'brothers with benefits' thing in action."

She winked at Milo, who still managed to blush, despite all that had happened already.

"Maybe next time."

Before he could dwell on that, she pointed at Eric.

"Oh, and I want you to top, please."

Totally ignoring her politeness, Milo had to protest.

"What?! Just like that, I have to be the girl? How come I don't even get a say in this?"

Anne had moved back over to her chair, dragging it across the carpet so she could get a nice view from the comfort of her seat. She smiled brightly at her brothers.

"Well, Milo, I could say it's because I'm older than you, and I could say it's because I'm blackmailing you, in case you forgot, but really, there's only one reason Eric gets to wear the pants."

She fell silent, as if it were self-evident. She had reminded him that she held all the cards, but Milo still pressed her for an answer.

"...Well?"

"Oh! Isn't it obvious?"

She giggled, and then gestured to both brothers.

"You're the skinny, soft-spoken younger brother, and he's the confident, muscular older brother. Jeez, Milo, it's like you've never seen porn before!"

She continued to giggle as Milo blushed even harder. He did not point out that he was in fact not that well versed in gay porn clichés, because she was clearly kidding and that was beside the point. When she calmed down a little, she reached into the little bag she'd brought with her and produced a small tube of lubricant, tossing it to Eric, who looked at it curiously.

"'Warming sensations'?"

"You guys are gonna love it!"

Milo almost commented on the grossness of using the same lube as his sister, but he realized she would merely compare it to the relative grossness of having sex with your own brother, and shrugged instead. Then he gave out a surprised yelp, as his brother pushed him down to the bed and rolled him over. He was glad he was facing away, as his blush returned with a vengeance as Eric nudged his legs apart and gently moved his tail up and out of the way, before reaching down to Milo's butt.

Maybe he was getting more used to the idea of Anne being there, or maybe he had just burned through his embarrassment allotment for the day, but somehow he didn't blush any harder when he felt Eric's lubed-up fingers actually come into contact with his anus. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations as Eric rubbed across the tight ring of muscle, getting it nice and slippery, before gently pushing his fingers inside and lubing up the warm tunnel within as far as he could reach. What made him open his eyes again in surprise was the discovery that his butt was starting to tingle.

"Wh-what?"

His eyes widened as he realized belatedly that this was the 'warming sensation' advertised on the tube, and that his rear was indeed beginning to warm up. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. In fact, as Eric pulled his hand away, Milo's toes began to curl up, the feeling turning him on immensely. He heard a sharp intake of breath from behind him and turned to look; Eric had begun slathering the lube on his erection, and was no doubt making a similar discovery.

"Damn, Anne, this stuff is fun..."

She merely smiled in response, before moving on to logistics.

"Alright, I want a good view. How about this... Eric? You go and lean against the wall there."

Obediently, Eric moved to the head of the bed, assuming a sort of heavily slouched position.

"Great. Now Milo, you go and sit on his lap, like you were telling Santa what you want for Christmas."

Just a little hesitantly, he went and did so, carefully avoiding his brother's erection.

"J-just give me a minute, okay?"

Eric patted him on the back reassuringly before placing his hands on the other canine's hips.

"Whenever you're ready."

Milo closed his eyes, took a deep breath... and smiled. He then looked over his shoulder and nodded.

Eric put one hand on his own rod and carefully lined himself up with Milo's entrance, and then, with a smirk, lifted his brother's balls up and out of the way, to give their sister a better view as he gently pushed down on Milo's hip. As usual, Milo let out a sharp breath as the head of his brother's penis pushed inside him, but he wasn't the only one who reacted; Anne shivered visibly as Eric slowly buried his length in his brother's rear, the smile gone from her face as she stared, enthralled at the sight. By the time Eric was hilted in Milo's backside, Anne's eyes were about as wide as they could go. She opened her mouth, let out a little rasp, and then swallowed to clear her dry throat. Trying again, she said, barely above a whisper,

"Wow, Milo, you really can take it all, I'm impressed."

He had no idea how to respond to that.

"So... what does it feel like?"

Fighting the urge to either cover his face or whimper, he frowned at her.

"Wh-what does it feel like? It feels like - like there's a dick inside me, you're a girl, you should know!"

For the first time since they'd started, it was Anne who looked uncomfortable.

"I'll have you know that I've never - uh... done what you're doing."

Eric, enjoying both Milo's tight rear and the embarrassment of both his younger siblings, grinned and winked at her.

"It's okay, Anne, you can say 'taken it in the can', we don't mind."

Blushing almost as much as her younger brother, she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Shut up."

Ignoring her, he put on a faux-thoughtful expression.

"Besides, rumour has it that you're quite the butt slut."

That may have been too far.

"Shut up, Eric, you're the one who's been going around taking it from his brother!"

"You bitch!"

Milo, having lived with them all his life, easily recognized the angry glares his brother and sister were exchanging, and realized he needed to defuse the situation before someone got really mad. Worst case scenario, Anne could get pissed enough to call their parents right then and there. He cleared his throat and looked down towards his navel (his feet being off to his sides at the moment, and therefore unsuitable for shyly staring at).

"I thought you were here for a show, sis..."

That seemed to do it. Annie leaned back, looking much calmer, and he felt Eric relax against him.

"Then what are you waiting for, boys?"

Milo leaned back against his brother's chest, whimpering with pleasure as Eric began to gently thrust into him, feeling every centimetre of the shepherd's dick sliding against his inner walls. Eric took hold of Milo's legs, just above the knees, and pulled them back towards his torso, keeping them spread wide.

"Do me a favour and take over for me? I need both hands for this."

It goes without saying, really, that he was blushing, but Milo obediently took his own scrotum in hand and lifted it up so that his sister had an unimpeded view of his anus as it was invaded by his brother's steel-hard penis. Anne seemed appreciative, leaning forward and staring like she was expecting their union to produce answers to life's problems.

"God, this is so surreal... I mean, this is so hot, but it's you two... I thought brothers only fucked in Japanese comics."

Milo felt his brother's breath on the back of his neck as Eric quietly snickered, but neither of them said anything. Milo looked over at his sister, and noticed that she was starting to look a little uncomfortable, shifting in her chair and rubbing her legs together a little. He was by no means an expert on the subject, but he could almost swear she was getting hot and bothered by what she was looking at. The youngest Thompson shivered, toes curling up, as he felt Eric sliding into him yet again, inch by hot, rigid inch. Eric reached down and began scratching his brother's stomach, running his fingernails through the other shepherd's fur, and Milo closed his eyes and moaned quietly, his tail trying desperately to wag in between his and Eric's bodies. Eric shifted slightly in his seat, changing the angle he was reaming his brother at almost imperceptibly. It was then that Milo began to notice a familiar sensation, one he hadn't felt since the first time he and Eric had done The Deed. He groaned as the pleasure he was receiving from their union began to increase, getting stronger and stronger with each thrust. Oh, he recognized this sensation, alright. How could he forget, it had brought him to orgasm the first time without him so much as laying a finger on himself.

Oh God... oh shit... I thought I was in the clear, I thought it only happened the first time... I - I can't let it happen again! Not now! If Annie and Eric see me coming from being fucked, they'll - they'll - I don't wanna know what they'll say.

He swallowed a whimper and reached for his aching cock, hoping to disguise what he feared was an inevitable release by masturbating. But he had barely wrapped his fingers around his taut flesh when Eric slapped him on the wrist.

"Naughty, naughty, little brother."

Anne snickered.

"Thank you, Eric. I want an unobstructed view, remember?"

Milo didn't respond, just closed his eyes and shivered, feeling the pleasure building inside him, knowing it was just a matter of time until he helplessly blew his load all over his stomach and chest. The first time it had happened, he had been on all fours under Eric, who had been having an orgasm of his own, so it hadn't been noticed, but now he was practically on his back, spread-eagled for all the world (well, his siblings, at least) to see, and even if Eric managed to close his eyes and miss the spectacle, Anne's attention was dedicated entirely to her younger brother's pelvic region, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd miss something as obvious as a spontaneous climax. He decided to swallow his pride, as the hit he'd take now wouldn't be as bad as the loss of dignity he'd suffer later.

"P-please, Annie? I - I need to come so, so bad..."

He let out a yelp as he felt a warm, gentle breeze on his nethers, his eyes snapping open to see Anne crouching on the floor before them, all of maybe six inches away from his groin, close enough that he could feel her breath on his straining penis. For one crazy moment, he thought she was going to suck him off, but no, she just watched intently as he throbbed before her, a drop of his pre emerging from the tip of his member and oozing down the shaft, tracing the swollen line of his urethra. She practically whispered, but he could make out every word very clearly.

"Shhh, don't you worry, sweetie, you'll get your turn soon."

Being fucked by his brother while his sister took in every single detail would have been the hottest thing Milo had ever experienced if he hadn't been about to humiliate himself. He let out another groan, half pleasure, half surrender and threw his head back to wait for the inevitable, shivering when Eric moved a hand back to his stomach and began giving him belly rubs as though he were a feral puppy. He figured he was doomed, but he'd be damned if he weren't about to go down swinging. Gritting his teeth as Eric pushed into him for about the millionth time, trying to ignore the delicious joy the act gave him, Milo was determined to hold the orgasm off as long as possible. A second drop of pre laid a shiny trail down his erection, then a third. Moaning in despair as he was forced closer and closer to the point of no return, Milo silently wondered if his siblings would still respect him after it was revealed that it was him, not Anne, who was the resident 'butt-slut', as Eric had put it.

And then...

Eric hilted himself in his younger brother's behind and grunted, throwing back his own head and howling as every muscle in his body stiffened up, and then Milo felt the familiar intense rush of sudden heat that told him Eric had just ejaculated within him. His older brother squeezed him as though holding on for dear life as he painted the smaller canine's bowels with his seed, but Milo's attention was focused on remaining on the razor's edge between control and climax. It was hard; Eric thrust against him with each release, grunting through gritted teeth to mark his cadence, unknowingly doing a hell of a lot to undermine Milo's efforts.

Finally, though, Eric sagged back against the chair and groaned in satisfaction, breathing hard, panting like a feral, still buried in his brother's backside. Anne swallowed as though her mouth was dry yet again, and then spoke quietly.

"Jesus Christ... are you sure you guys have never put on a show before? That was... that was... shit, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

Eric laughed weakly, but Milo was distracted, staring down at his penis. By now, the head had turned a dark purple and he was constantly drooling a thin stream of precome. He was so close, so insanely close, but he had made it. He had resisted the pleasure. Both Thompson brothers grunted when Eric's prick was dragged back out as Milo stood up, staggering over to the door on unsteady feet. Eric, being himself, made a joke even now.

"Where you going, baby? Don't you wanna cuddle? Maybe talk about our feelings?"

Milo was in control enough to flip off his brother, grabbing a towel off the back of the door as he opened it.

"I - I just need to take a shower. I'll be back."

As he closed the door behind him, he could hear Eric commenting to Anne that Milo didn't normally flee for the bathroom so immediately after sex, but he didn't care, he needed to take care of this, soon. He didn't know whether or not his parents were home, but he was afraid that if he wrapped the towel around his waist, that the fabric rubbing against his cock would make him lose it, and in a way, even though no one would know except Milo, that would be even more embarrassing than losing it from bottoming. A quick peek onto the main floor showed that the coast was clear. Thanking any deities that might be listening that his parents were away, he dashed from Eric's basement bedroom to the shower bathroom, on the upper floor.

I never really thought about how difficult running with a hard-on would be.

Once there, he leaned against the counter and let out a sigh of relief, focusing on his breathing so he could back away from the point of no return. Once he was no longer teetering on the edge of embarrassment, he sighed in relief and turned on the shower, turning it all the way to cold after a moment's thought. He let out a yelp as he stepped in; even through his fur, it was a hell of a shock to the system. He forced himself to withstand the cold, gritting his teeth as the frigid water washed away his arousal. Once his proud erection retreated in the face of the icy onslaught, leaving behind only flaccid surrender and blue balls, Milo whimpered and turned the temperature back up, shivering.

After thawing out, he stepped out of the shower and into the fur dryer, where he lingered in the hot air, still not quite back to 'warm'. As he rubbed his hands over his damp forearms, he started thinking idly to himself.

Wow. I can't believe we actually did it. I wonder how they feel about it. Maybe I shouldn't have left so quickly.

Then he imagined himself ejaculating all over himself without stimulation, and the mockery that would ensue.

...Maybe not. Gonna take my time on this one. Definitely gonna talk to them later, though.

Soon he was heading back to his room, hiding his shame with a towel more out of habit than necessity. As he opened his door, all thoughts of pondering the deeper meaning behind his sexual history went right out the window as he was greeted by the sight of his sister, lying languidly on her side across his bed, one hand supporting her head, the other toying with the sheet in front of her. Her grin was wide and almost predatory, and her tail was wagging behind her.

"Heya, little brother. Come on in, the water's fine."

"A-Annie?"

"Do you have any other big sisters I don't know about?"

It wouldn't have surprised him to see her there; it made sense that his siblings would want to talk about the show he and Eric had put on, or at least his hasty exit, make sure he was okay with everything that had happened. What did surprise him is that she was wearing her bathrobe and her glasses, and if her bare legs were anything to go by, nothing else. He stood there nervously, not sure what to do, as she casually sat up, got off the bed, and walked over to him, nudging him inside before closing and locking the door behind him.

"There. Isn't that better?"

"Annie... what are you -"

"I should think it's pretty obvious that I'm trying to seduce you, Milo."

He started blushing furiously, and she laughed at the expression on his face.

"Come on, Milo, even after everything else, you're still embarrassed? Look, I just wanted to watch you two as a bit of a kinky thrill... but I didn't expect how much I would enjoy it. Mmmm, you and Eric were so hot together, I thought about touching myself right there while I watched... the skirt would have made it so easy..."

Milo swallowed nervously. The cold water had successfully annihilated his arousal, so the stirring he felt beneath his towel was the beginning of a brand new erection.

"B-but Annie, you're - "

She laughed again, not mockingly, but in the manner of a parent charmed with a child's silly antics.

"Do you really have more of a problem sleeping with your sister than sleeping with your brother?"

"...No, you're a girl. That makes it real."

Anne's smile faltered slightly.

"Oh, I see. Well, look at it this way."

She leaned in and gave him a big hug, rubbing his back in an especially satisfying way.

"I won't tell if you don't."

Filled with conflicting feelings, Milo whimpered quietly. Picking up on his confusion, Anne gently took hold of his hand and guided it inside the folds of her robe, down between her legs. Milo moaned softly as his fingers pressed against her hot flesh. She was soaked. He was genuinely surprised to discover how needy she really was, given that her demeanour didn't betray it at all.

"This doesn't have to be any different from what you do with Eric, little brother. If you really don't want to do it, I'm not gonna hold you down and force you or anything... but I wanna try it."

As the younger canine felt his pulse increasing in speed, his sister leaned in and kissed him, with no particular urgency, just a warm feeling of closeness. She broke off the kiss and began to rub his furry cheek, that doting smile having returned.

"Look at it this way, Milo, if nothing else, you'll have more experience for Angela."

For once, he didn't react negatively, smiling sheepishly as she winked at him. But he still wasn't entirely convinced.

"Well... will this change everything? You'll still be, you know, the big sister I can go to for advice and stuff?"

Chuckling, she squeezed him tight.

"I'll always be your big sister, Milo. It'd take a lot more than this to change that."

Returning the hug, he closed his eyes and whispered 'okay'.

Feeling as though the scene he'd put on in Eric's room had never happened, Milo averted his eyes to hide his sudden nervousness as he released the towel with both hands, letting it fall to the floor and revealing the proud hard-on that had been fairly obvious for the last couple of minutes. Taking him by the hand, Anne walked backwards to his bed, leaving him standing in front of it as she sat down and smoothly, unhurriedly undid the cloth belt on her robe and opened it, letting it pool around her. She had seen Milo a lot more than naked, but this was the first time he took in his sister's body, and he wasn't sure how to react. As much as he tried not to think about Gela, she was the only other girl he'd ever been with, so it was kind of hard not to compare. Her body was curvier than the mouse's; Anne's breasts were larger, though he supposed that was natural, given that mice, even morphic ones, were generally on the small side, and Anne was a German shepherd. As he stood there, uncertain of how to proceed, Anne moved up against the end of the bed, leaning against the wall with Milo's pillows supporting her back, then beckoned to him.

"Come on, little brother, you figured it out before, didn't you?"

As he climbed onto the bed, feeling extraordinarily embarrassed, he reflected on the fact that Gela had been on top and in control last time. Trying to focus on the present (and not on Gela, who he totally did not have feelings for), he self-consciously crawled atop Anne's soft, warm body and reached down to take his manhood firmly in hand. He carefully lined himself up with her sodden lips, then hesitated, looking uncertainly into her eyes, but the smile on her face and the look in her eyes (oddly feline, for a dog) reassured him without words. Brother and sister both sighed in relief as Milo pushed his hips forward and slid into Anne's warmth.

"Ohhh, Annie..."

"That's it, Milo, you've got it."

After that, it was surprisingly easy for Milo not to think about Angela. For that matter, it's unclear whether he would have been able to remember his own last name, given how focused he was on his sister and the feelings running through his body.

Kissing her deeply and kneading her breasts, Milo began thrusting into Anne's body. Not having much experience being in charge of this action, his rhythm wasn't exactly smooth, stopping now and then to adjust his legs or catch his breath or let his tired muscles rest for a moment. But through it all, Anne never seemed disappointed or judgemental; she merely smiled at him, her eyes twinkling behind half-lowered lids, gently running her fingers through his short hair or along his furry back, whispering words of encouragement to him. Even the sensation of her slick, hot tunnel squeezing down on his shaft felt like a supportive embrace. Eventually, she slid her hand down his back, to the base of his rapidly-wagging tail, and held him in place the next time he hilted himself in her.

"Now Milo, I'm not going to ask what you did for Angela, but if you really want to satisfy a girl, you have to remember something very important."

She took his hand in hers and brought it to their joining, gently placing his fingertips at her stubby clitoris.

"Right there. I assume you know what I'm talking about?"

Grinning shyly, he nodded, and began to play with her love button, feeling encouraged when she shuddered beneath him.

"Yes... exactly like that! Not too much at once, or it's overwhelming."

As he pulled away and started to thrust into her again, he swallowed and tried to speak.

"I, uh, I..."

Somehow, Milo couldn't bring himself to tell his sister that he'd gone down on his friend to make sure he satisfied her, but that was okay. Everything was okay right now. He felt himself throb within his sister's velvet heat, and moaned quietly.

Honestly, Milo wasn't sure whether or not his sister actually came. There was a moment when Anne closed her eyes and sighed, shuddering against him, and he felt her squeezing down really tightly, but it passed very quickly, and he'd always been under the impression that female orgasms were long, drawn-out affairs involving writhing and moaning. Of course, Gela's hadn't been like that, but then she had actually told him when she was about to come, so he'd known to pay attention. He decided then to discard any further knowledge he'd gathered solely from porn. He was distracted anyway, because he was approaching his own orgasm.

"Oh God... Annie... Annie!"

Letting out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, Milo stopped trying to speak intelligibly and squeezed her tight, pressing his face tight against her shoulder as the climax he'd fought back so hard earlier came rushing to freedom, white-hot pleasure burning through him as he throbbed deep within her, his seed spurting out to fill the crevices in the feminine embrace around his manhood as he rode out the orgasm.

After the big show was over, Milo lay there passively, face buried in Anne's cleavage, eyes half-lidded, enormous grin on his muzzle, while she ran her hand through his hair, smiling widely and whispering praise as she adjusted her glasses, knocked loose from all the jostling.

"Very nice, Milo. I'm impressed. How often have you and Angela been going at it, anyway?"

Normally he'd have been embarrassed, but right now he just snickered. In point of fact, they'd only done it the once, so he was very proud of that little comment. He closed his eyes, supremely comfortable as he floated in afterglow, probably would have nodded off right there in his sister's arms if she hadn't followed up that question with another one.

"So, got a name in mind?"

He blinked a couple times, then looked up at her in confusion, his tail's wagging slowing slightly.

"Huh?"

"You know, for the baby."

"What baby?"

"Our baby, silly."

When he realized what she was talking about, Milo instantaneously went from his state of relaxed bliss to sheer blind panic. Normally, when Milo Thompson panicked, approximately eighty-three thousand thoughts tried to make themselves known simultaneously, leading to cacophony and nothing being accomplished, but on this occasion, only one thought popped into his mind. It wasn't a very complicated one, to boot.

_ No._

Leaping away from her in horror, his tail having already gone from wagging to full-on hiding-between-your-legs-in-fear mode, he forced his ears away from his skull, if only so he could hear. Anne, meanwhile, was continuing in the same casual tone, as if she hadn't a care in the world, spreading her legs and not-at-all-coincidentally showing off the glistening seed slowly oozing out of her as she shifted positions on the bed.

"What's wrong, little brother? That's what you wanted! At least, I'm assuming you wanted me to get pregnant, given that you didn't say one word about condoms..."

"No! No no no no no! I was just excited, I forgot..."

She didn't seem at all bothered by this.

"Oh. I could have sworn you wanted to have a baby."

"So you went along with it?!"

She shrugged and winked at him. As the possibilities began to play in his mind, he briefly wondered whether getting caught or this felt worse.

"B-but you're my sister!"

She almost sounded gleeful as she responded, patting her lower abdomen maternally.

"Your little swimmers certainly don't care."

The younger shepherd fell back against the mattress, feeling dizzy and a touch nauseous, whimpering involuntarily without being aware of it. It was probably how pathetic he looked that caused Anne to have mercy on him, moving over and patting him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Milo, I'm on the pill, I'm just messing with you."

He was immensely relieved, but he still felt pretty terrible.

"Goddamn, Annie, that was mean!"

"Well then, it'll help you remember to wear a condom from now on, won't it?"

For a moment, he stared at her blankly. Then he sighed in disbelief and shook his head.

"Well, you were right about one thing. You're definitely still my big sister."

She laughed and cuddled against him as if she hadn't just scared him half to death.

"I promise not to make all my life lessons this, uh, pointed, from now on."

She had stayed with him for a while, nuzzling and snuggling him until he felt better, and then left to get a shower. The rest of the night went unusually normally, considering what had happened. In fact, Eric and Anne were so comfortable, so casual at the dinner table that for a few brief moments, Milo wondered if he'd hallucinated the entire thing. Then Anne had caught his eye and winked lasciviously at him, and he shivered and knew that wasn't the case. Milo, for his part, sat at the table quietly, barely speaking a word the whole time, but his siblings made for such lively dinner conversation that their parents didn't seem to notice. He'd meant to talk to Eric about what had happened, but his brother left to go play soccer with his friends right after dinner, so he didn't get the chance. It had been a supremely weird day, but the strangeness wasn't over yet...

The next afternoon, Milo left his room, intending to go get a snack, when he heard Anne's voice.

"Milo? Could you come here for a minute?"

Still thinking about what he was going to eat, he headed over to his sister's room, only to have all thought of food go right out of his mind when the door opened and she came out. Anne leaned against the door frame, once again wearing nothing but that bathrobe that showed off her legs, having even left her glasses off this time. A corner of his mind idly wondered if she trimmed the fur on her lower limbs to accent their shapeliness.

"We were wondering if you wanted to join us..."

His mouth suddenly dry, he asked the most obvious question.

"We?"

The door opened a bit wider and Milo was shocked to see Eric there, in his boxers, looking suspiciously at his sister. His presence was unexpected, but not being an idiot, Milo didn't need an explanation.

"What exactly are you doing, Anne?"

The lady shepherd turned around, heading back into the room and gestured for them to follow her.

"Just come inside, we don't wanna be hanging around the hallway like this."

That was a fair point, and so, after exchanging a glance, Eric and Milo walked into her room and locked the door behind them. Instead of going to the bed, Anne merely lay down on the floor in the middle of the room, crooking a finger at them.

"Come on over, the carpet's fine."

Eric remained where he was, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You still haven't mentioned why he's here. What, do you like being watched, too? Need an audience?"

Milo could confirm that that wasn't the case, but remained silent.

"No, I was thinking... uh..."

Anne blushed and looked away, looking less than fully in control for the first time in two days. This was oddly comforting to Milo, who was reminded that she was a mere mortal just like him.

"This is a lot harder to say than to think..."

The youngest sibling finally spoke up.

"It's no problem, Annie. After what we did for you, are you really that embarrassed?"

Toying with the carpet, Anne studied her feet as she responded.

"But I don't want you to watch us, Milo... I was thinking that, ah, that the three of us could do it... at the same time."

Eric laughed in surprise and Milo wanted to make sure he was hearing right.

"Y-you want to have a threesome?"

"Can you honestly tell me you don't?"

Once more, her brothers exchanged a silent glance. Eric grinned and shrugged.

"You have a point. Milo? You in?"

The leering look in his eyes made it clear that the pun was most definitely intended. Without waiting for an answer, Eric joined Anne on the floor, nuzzling against her from behind, rubbing her shoulders and kissing the base of her neck. Milo was still uncertain about the idea of being with more than one person, not to mention slightly confused as to how exactly this was supposed to happen.

"Well..."

Anne, shrugging off her robe, shot him that warm smile.

"Come on, Milo, it'll be fun. I'll tell you what..."

She averted her eyes as she started blushing again, but her smile barely faltered.

"Eric has sort of called dibs on, uh, the main entrance, but you..."

Looking him in the eyes (and clearly forcing herself to do so), she finished.

"...Would you like to be the first guy to try my - my back door?"

"Really? You'd let your own brother do that?"

"Not like you didn't do the exact same thing."

She laughed, seeming more at ease, and as always, he felt she was laughing with him, not at him. Warming up to the idea, he stripped down to his underwear and joined his siblings on the floor.

"That's it, little brother, just relax and go with the flow."

Anne leaned in and kissed him, and Milo closed his eyes and kissed her back, his hands exploring her body. Before too long, though, Eric gently pulled her away, grinning ferally.

"You had your turn already, remember?"

Milo blushed.

"Awwww, you told him about that?"

"Actually, I could hear you two. It's a good thing we were alone yesterday, I'll just leave it at that."

Bemused, Anne allowed herself to be pulled towards her older brother, leaning to kiss him just as tenderly. Milo spooned up against her back, massaging her shoulders and nipping at the loose skin at the base of her neck - something he was all too aware sent pulses of pleasure throughout a canine's nervous system. Eric broke off the kiss and buried his face in her chest, kissing and suckling on her nipples, kneading her breasts while Milo's hands moved down to her stomach, scratching as if she was a beloved pet feral. Anne groaned contentedly.

"God, I feel worshipped... man, could I ever get used to this..."

Pressing his groin against her backside (making her very aware of his rigid erection), Milo was grinning as widely as his brother.

"That's right, sis, it's all about you right now."

Wordlessly, Eric and Milo traded a hand each, Milo moving one up to her chest while Eric slid one down her abdomen, tracing a fingertip through her fur, dipping into her navel before moving down to about the spot where the waistband of her panties would have been... where the eldest shepherd stopped, clearly hesitant, something Milo was not used to seeing.

"Sis, you sure...?"

She took hold of his hand and guided it down between her thighs, spreading her legs slightly to open the gates to the garden.

"I'm sure."

Placing her other hand on the back of his head, she pulled him to her and kissed him roughly. Spooned up against her, Milo could feel the shiver run down her spine as Eric cupped his hand over her mound, rubbing and teasing at her entrance as he kissed her. But by this point, Milo had gone all the way from 'convinced' to 'desperate'.

"Please, Annie... can I, uh..."

She broke off the kiss long enough to look back at him, a similar hunger growing in her eyes.

"Not dry, you can't. I've got some Vaseline or something, look in that drawer."

Clearly distracted by her other brother, she gestured vaguely in the direction of the desk where she kept all her makeup and perfumes and other such things males typically scoff at. As much as he hated to pull himself away from her warmth, Milo reluctantly got up and peeked into drawers until he found the tub of petroleum jelly... right next to a familiar bottle of lube. Grinning sneakily, Milo silently held it up and waved it back and forth until he had Eric's attention. The eldest morphic in the room had broken off the kiss to nuzzle against his sister's cheek and throat, so his lips were free to curl into a mischievous smile very much like that wrapping around the front of Milo's muzzle.

Milo returned to his siblings, slathering the lube onto his rigid prick and shivering as the same tingling, warming sensation he'd felt before on the other side of his pelvis spread all along the skin on his erection. Meanwhile, Anne nipped at Eric's nose playfully.

"Looks like it's time to get started."

Trying to move into position behind her, Milo casually commented,

"Don't forget to wrap yourself up, dude."

Anne looked over her shoulder at him crossly, and he quickly hid the lube behind his back.

"Awww, kill my fun, why don't you?"

Glancing at a somewhat confused Eric, Milo shrugged.

"I forgot, and she tried to make me think I knocked her up after we were done."

"Oh, that's low, sis."

"Aww, no harm done. I'm safe, though, on the pill, you don't need a rubber."

Reaching over to his pants, Eric produced a condom packet from a pocket.

"You're my sister. I don't care if you're on the pill and your period ended yesterday, I'm not taking any chances."

She looked distinctly disappointed, but said nothing to that effect, instead clicking her tongue and sending a sideways glance toward her younger brother as Eric fiddled with the contraceptive device.

"Well, at least you're being smart about it."

In response, Milo threw a leg over her thigh and attempted to line himself up with his sister's rear, only now smearing some of the lube over her anus.

"Oh! Looks like you're ready..."

He pressed the tip of his penis against her, and she shivered, sounding understandably nervous.

"...Just go slow, 'kay?"

"Of course, Annie."

He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and as he did, his slicked-up cock pushed past the ring of muscle and slowly started to slide into her.

"Oh! Oh, fuuuck... Ah, wait, Milo, I..."

She trailed off, a confused look coming over her face as the lube did its work. Milo stopped anyway, remembering how painful this could potentially be even as he tried to stifle laughter.

"What is - how - oh - oh fuck!"

Milo shivered as he felt his sister clenching down on him from the unexpected tingling feeling. Taking full advantage of her distraction, Eric shifted forward slightly, lining himself up and pushing deep into his sister's more conventional entrance in one smooth motion. Anne shuddered and let out a yelp, now sandwiched between both of her brothers, who were currently snickering like schoolboys.

"Christ! I was st-still trying to get used to - to that, Eric, you didn't need to jump right in!"

"Ahhh, fuck... take all the time you need, I'll just relax riiiiiight here."

True to his word, Eric remained still, up to the hilt in his sister, until Milo was able to reach the same depth. True, his presence probably didn't help, but it wasn't too long before Milo's length was entirely buried in Anne's backside; with her younger brother encouraging her to relax, she only asked him to stop twice more, and then only for a moment each time.

And then, without a word, they began in earnest. Anne coiled her legs around Eric's, hooking her ankles behind his feet, then braced herself backwards against Milo's chest. She nodded once, then shivered, grinning widely as Milo drew back for the first time, pushing back into her before pulling back once more, just as Eric was pushing home from his own withdrawal. Eyes tightly shut, she mouthed the words 'oh my fucking God' as her brothers continued alternately thrusting into her, Milo overwhelmed by the new experience; what he was doing wasn't that different from when he'd done the same thing with Eric, but he could feel the pressure from his brother's thrusts against - well, against whatever the hell lay in between the passages they were enjoying. She clenched down on him and a surge of pleasure ran up his spine; he shivered and breathed in sharply through his nose, which, given that his face was buried in the space between her shoulder and neck, only served to fill his nostrils with Anne's scent. He broke the silence by moaning, his tail no longer able to resist wagging like a well-oiled pendulum.

"Oh, Annie!"

As if granted permission, Eric spoke up as he pushed into his sister's pussy yet again.

"You enjoying your -uhh- yourself, sis?"

"Fuck, I'm so full... you guys feel so huge!"

She opened her eyes at a loud clapping sound near her ear, and then actually laughed mid-coitus; Eric and Milo had exchanged a high five at that last comment. Her brothers joined her, and just for a moment, all three Thompsons were giggling like stoned teenagers as they rutted on the floor. Once he'd calmed down, Eric reached down towards the point of his joining with Anne and ever so lightly grazed the tip of a finger over the swollen nub there.

"Here, let me do this for you."

Anne tensed up all over (much to her brothers' happiness) and groaned.

"Ahhh, God yes, touch my clit, touch my clit!"

Hearing his sister saying such things filled the remainder of Milo's mind with lust, and he redoubled his efforts, thrusting faster (though not harder, remembering how sensitive that area could be) than before. He reached a hand around her belly and joined Eric in stroking and teasing her love button, driving her up the wall. This probably had something to do with the warming lube residue that he'd inadvertently transferred from his fingertips to her clit.

"Oh! Oh Jesus, don't stop, that's so good..."

Meanwhile, he was revelling in the sensation of his penis rubbing and grinding against his sister's insides; even when she wasn't clenching down, Anne's backside was so tight he had to put a surprising amount of effort into his thrusts, forcing him to move very carefully, find a balance of strength somewhere between smooth, delicious motion and hurting his sister's almost-virgin passage.

Milo lost track of time as he slid into his sister again and again, breathing hard, taking in her scent, his own, and Eric's. Every sensation sent trembling joy up his spine to spread through his body; the feeling of her fur mingling with his own, the occasional bumps against his brother's legs or hands as they both made love to the same beautiful girl, and, grounding him in the moment, feeling her tail wagging frantically, smacking lightly against his belly and the floor with such vigour it almost seemed like it was trying to detach itself from the rest of her body. All the while, Anne was rolling her hips, leaning into each brother's thrusts as they drove their aching pricks home. Milo could feel Eric as the eldest shepherd slid into and out of their sister's welcoming pussy, something unlike anything he'd experienced before. He couldn't speak for the other two, but Milo never wanted it to end.

"Boys..."

Anne hadn't spoken in a while, the sudden sound drawing Milo out of his reverie.

"I - I'm so, so fucking close... please, my - my clit... I just need a bit more..."

She whined with desperate need, sending frantic, pleading glances towards both males. For once, it was Milo who spoke for the two of them.

"Whatever you n-need, Annie."

They redoubled their efforts, teasing, stroking, and rubbing every inch of her glistening, throbbing clitoris, giving her no opportunity to recover or get used to their assault. She actually clamped a hand over her muzzle, her moan so loud that it was barely contained, before her head lolled back, totally surrendering to her siblings, murmuring to herself as she let them take her to the edge and beyond.

"Oh Jesus fuck, yesssss, yesyesyesyes I'm gonna coooome..."

As her climax finally exploded within her, Anne let out a sound not entirely unlike the squeak Angela Taylor had released as she orgasmed, and Milo momentarily wondered if that's just something girls did when they came, but this was immediately followed by a growl as she bit down onto Eric's shoulder, something the mouse had most definitely not done. Gently gnawing on her brother's shoulder, something the expression on his face showed he was deeply enjoying, Anne shuddered again and again, and Milo gasped as she clenched down on his length within her tighter than ever, over and over again. The rhythmic motions of her muscles pulled him over the edge with her, 'milking' him into his own release.

"Fuck! I'm - I'm fucking done!"

Not exactly Shakespeare, but then it's very difficult to be classy when you're ejaculating. He slammed himself against her, as deep as he could go, just this once not caring if it hurt her (though if the moan into Eric's shoulder was any indication, she liked it just fine), rutting against her in shallow thrusts as his penis throbbed and spasmed, painting her bowels with jets of hot sperm. His mind in total chaos, he held her tight, closing his eyes and riding out his orgasm, quietly moaning her name.

"Annnnnnnieeeeeeee..."

Milo didn't dare open his eyes, but very soon after that, before his own climax had ended, he heard Eric let out a feral snarl, and suddenly the pressure coming from the other side of their sister increased significantly; he could hear the wet slaps as his brother's thrusts became harder and faster, hear Eric grunting in time with every pulse of his seed, feel the pressure against, again, whatever was in between the parts of Anne they were enjoying.

All too soon, all three Thompsons had burned through their climaxes, arranged in a sweaty heap on the floor of Anne's room, to a one panting like ferals, tongues hanging out, stupid grins on their faces, as they lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. Eric was the one who spoke up first.

"Holy... holy fuck, you guys... that was... that was..."

Anne laughed, tiredly, and turned to lick his cheek.

"I know, right?"

Milo couldn't think of anything useful to add, so he just nuzzled against his sister's back and remained silent. They continued lying like that for a few minutes, enjoying the mutual warmth of their bodies against each other, until an entirely artificial sound caught their attention: Anne's cell phone ringing from her jeans in the corner of the room.

"I just had seeeex... and it felt sooo goooood..."

Eric burst out laughing, rolling away from Anne and holding his stomach as he literally 'ROFLed' for perhaps the first time in his life. Anne looked mildly embarrassed, but the happiness of afterglow helped cancel that out, and she giggled too. Sitting up, Milo shook his head, not laughing, but grinning even wider than before.

"Please, oh please tell me you didn't plan that."

"No! I only changed that yesterday, right before I came home! And I thought I turned it off before we started!"

The song continued to play from her cell, the call ignored. Milo began bobbing his head and pretending to dance from his seated position. Unfortunately, the tinny music ceased well before the end of the song, whoever was calling apparently having given up. Anne, completely untroubled, shrugged it off, still lying prone on the floor.

"Fuck 'em, they can call back."

Eric sat up as well, grunting as he did so, before pulling the condom off his flaccid member and walking it over to Anne's garbage can.

"Fuckin' A, I'm beat. If you two don't mind, I'm gonna get a shower. That was awesome, though, you should have walked in on us weeks ago, sis."

After retrieving his clothes, Eric quietly left. Milo turned his attention to his sister, who was still making no move to get up.

"Annie? Are you okay? Did we, uh, hurt you?"

"No, Milo, I'm fine... I just, uh..."

She blushed.

"What is it, sis?"

Turning to him, she shrugged, her cheeks now practically glowing.

"Well, since we're trusting each other with secrets these days... I, uh, really like the feeling of come running out of me... I was actually disappointed when Eric wanted to wear a rubber. Wanted to feel two at once."

Suddenly she rolled over, facing away from him, and covered her face with her hands.

"Omigawd, I sound like such a whore when I say it out loud!"

She removed her hands as she felt Milo hugging her from behind.

"I wouldn't care if you were the sluttiest slut in the world. You're still my big sister, Annie. Besides, after what I did with Eric, I, er, don't think I'm in the position to judge."

"Thanks, Milo."

There was a smile on her face as she turned back to face him, but there was a strange look in her eyes Milo couldn't quite place. She sat up and retrieved her glasses from the pocket of her robe, briefly checking them for scratches before turning her attention back to her sibling.

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a nap for a little bit, I'm exhausted."

"Sure thing, Annie."

He grabbed his stuff and left, locking the door behind him and dashing to his room, where he listened to music until Eric got out of the shower.

That night, Eric and Milo were playing a videogame together, saving a fantasy kingdom from an evil army of what were obviously orcs, goblins, and zombies with different names. Just as Eric's elven archer sent an arrow through the decaying skull of the zombie trying to feast on Milo's warrior's brain, Anne walked into the room, looking, not surprisingly, much fresher than she had immediately after sex.

"Hey guys, can we talk for a second?"

Milo paused the game, making a mental note to block as soon as he unpaused, lest the skeleton warrior to his left skewer him with a spear.

"Of course, Annie."

He figured this had something to do with the look in her eyes from earlier. He wasn't at all good at confronting people, but he was at least pretty good at telling when something was troubling them. Eric put down his controller and gestured to the empty chair across from the couch the brothers were currently occupying.

"What's up, sis?"

Taking a deep breath, Anne had a seat and began a speech she had clearly been practicing.

"Okay, what we did earlier today? That was awesome. You were great, and I -"

She belatedly looked around to confirm that they were free of eavesdroppers.

"...I haven't come that hard in weeks. But Milo reminded me afterward that it wasn't just really great sex... it was great sex with you two. I've been having a bit of trouble with the idea that I - that I let my brothers fuck me."

"Annie, I -"

Apparently his discomfort was showing on his face, because she cut him off.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just... I guess you were right before, Milo, it feels more real when it's straight. Or maybe it's just because I was actually involved, I don't know... The point is, I love you guys. I don't want you to think of me as a friend with benefits, I still want to be your sister."

Eric nodded in understanding, then spoke uncharacteristically free of sarcasm or jokes.

"I promise, Anne, that I'm never gonna think of you as a free lay. No matter what we did, or do, you'll always be my little sister."

Milo nodded in agreement, adding only 'yeah', even though that wording didn't quite apply to him. Anne got the message, though, and smiled in relief.

"Thanks, guys."

A pause, and then;

"Okay. So, I'm glad we got that out of the way, but here's the thing: I wasn't lying earlier, that was the kinkiest, hottest sex I've ever had. So I might actually want to mess around with you guys again in the future. But I want a couple of ground rules."

Milo grinned.

"Sure thing. Shoot."

"Alright. First, absolutely nothing happens between us if I'm in a relationship, and I totally won't buy that 'it doesn't count' if you're in a relationship yourself. No cheating, okay? Fooling around behind someone's back with your sister is, like, eight different kinds of fucked up."

"Okay, that's fair."

"Second, I want to be in charge of when I'm involved. So no knocking on my door late at night because a girl gave you blue balls -"

Anne was glancing at the clock when she said this, so she missed the guilty look her brothers exchanged.

"-And no hitting on me when you're drunk or whatever. Unless I come to you wanting to fool around, you pretend that the past couple days never happened, okay?"

"Aww, come on, Anne..."

"Hey! If you don't like it, you can just say goodbye to the goods forever! You can still mess around in your totally-not-gay, definitely-doesn't-count way with each other, you know."

Milo shrugged.

"She has a point, Eric."

"Alright, alright, fine."

A small grin chased away his grumpy expression.

"I'm just mad because you're such a hot fuck."

She blushed and grinned back.

"I'm glad we came to an understanding."

Anne got up and left, deliberately taking a path that took her past both her brothers. Just as she passed Eric, she leaned down and whispered something in his ear that made his eyes widen and his cheeks redden slightly. Then she sauntered out of the room, exaggerating the movement of her hips, glancing over her shoulder and winking at the suddenly curious Milo before disappearing upstairs. The instant she was out of sight, Milo turned to his brother.

"What'd she say?"

Eric coughed, and adjusted his suddenly too tight pants.

"...Never mind. She just, uh, got me back for what I said."

Milo grinned at that.

"Of course... Now where were we?"

He picked up his controller and unpaused the game - and was immediately stabbed by the skeleton warrior he'd forgotten all about in the very distracting conversation that had just occurred. He swore under his breath and started mashing buttons to try and keep it from biting off his face before Eric's archer could rescue him. As he headed over, Eric leaned back, chuckling.

"Man, Milo, do I have to do everything around here? Kingdom's gonna be nothing but zombies at this rate."

Milo took a hand off the controller to punch him, and Eric paused and punched him back. Soon the Thompson brothers were play-wrestling on the floor of the living room, laughing and teasing each other like any other pair of brothers in the world.

Their lives had changed radically, even irreversibly, over the last few days, but against all odds, things were returning to normal (or as close to normal as things can get when you have sex with your own brother on occasion). Milo was truly, genuinely happy again, and he felt closer to his family than ever. Getting caught by his sister had been a big reminder that his actions had weight to them, but he was only too happy to live with these particular consequences.