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First Change Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tyrik

Synthesizer, drums, guitar and vocals spilled out of the speakers set in the four corners of the room, converging on the twin bed in the center. The room was dark, from the deep purple paint on the walls to the black curtains. The open closet revealed purple and black striped shirts, pants that were more patches than pants and a dozen pairs of boots with all manners of straps, cables and cords. For the most part it looked like a teenage boy's room, from the stacks of dishes by the computer to the pools of clothes on the floor, though in addition to indie rock band posters, there were pictures of actors from various werewolf movies plastered over the walls... and in the midst of it all was Devin.

Devin lay on his bed, gazing up at his posters. His eyes looked to be a vibrant violet color, but that was due to the contacts he wore over his green eyes. His black hair was unnaturally dark, save for neon green highlights that were so bright they almost glowed. Devin was five foot nine, lithe and flexible and very gay. He was wearing his pants covered in belt straps but he'd opted for a simpler black band shirt instead of something more elaborate. His head bobbed gently to the music, immersing himself in the lyrics of not being accepted, standing up for one's self and seeking pleasure. It was a rather typical evening, or at least it would have been.

A thump came from Devin's door and Devin sat up, a grin crossing his face. He knew what that meant, his brother was arriving. Devin sprung out of bed and turned his stereo off before he moved down the hallway, barely able to believe it. Devin's parents were merely relieved that Devin seemed so happy. He was usually such a somber, depressed young man when he wasn't talking about werewolves or fashion... but his brother always cheered him right up. Devin moved through the living room and out front, heading toward the driveway. The truck had just pulled in and the back was full of all of Morgan's stuff for summer vacation.

Devin looked to the passenger door of the truck as the door opened, his heart almost fluttering at the sight of his brother. While Devin was openly gay and deeply steeped in the emo genre, Morgan was a year older and had always been a by the book sort of man. He was five foot ten with neat dark red hair. Wall he had once been lithe and skinny like Devin, Morgan's arms and legs were well toned from being on the track and swim teams. Morgan's hazel eyes panned around before he spotted Devin and chuckled. He'd never understood his little brother's need to rebel, but he still loved him.

"You dyed your hair again." Morgan smirked, opening his arms. Devin ran up, resting his head against Morgan's chest as he hugged his brother.

"At least a hundred times since you saw me last." Devin smirked, "Still on track to be valedictorian?" Devin asked.

"Of course. Academic excellence is a skill that will pay for the rest of your life." Morgan said safely.

"And you're still a virgin, aren't you?" Devin asked. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Help me take some stuff inside, will you bro?" Morgan asked. Devin grinned and nodded happily. Morgan moved to start pulling stuff out of the truck and Devin watched him for a moment, the way his muscles moved, the way his hair swayed. Devin flushed a bit. He'd always loved his brother, but as he got older he realized more and more that his brother was... his type. It was unsettling, Devin knew he'd never do anything about it, but Morgan's body was perfect. Devin realized he was starting to get hard and he moved to pull down a folding table to block his bulge as he carried stuff into the house. It was going to be a fantastic summer with his brother back.

****

Dinner had mostly been quiet other than the sound of forks on plates and smacking of lips. It wasn't a sign of any stress or problem, merely how good the food was. Morgan moaned and murmured as he sucked up the noodles and chewed through the meat balls, licking the sauce from his lips, leaning back with great relief.

"That's the best spaghetti I had since I left." Morgan said.

"The food at school isn't that good?" Their father asked.

"Its school food, isn't it?" Devin grinned, thinking of high school meals.

"Well, lunch is fantastic. They got published for their lunch dishes, but you pay per item. Dinner is all you can eat. It's multicultural, but there isn't any flavor to any of it. It's more about what color and consistency you want your meal to be, but I guess it's healthy." Morgan said.

"You're looking stronger." Devin said after a moment.

"Well, I've been working out a lot more. I don't know what it is, but it seems like I've got more energy than ever. Sometimes I just have to run or climb. It's changed my diet too; I've been eating a lot more meat." Morgan said. His parents exchanged a worried glance to one another before they went back to eating.

"I wonder if I'll get a spurt like that when I'm older." Devin said. His father suddenly cleared his throat.

"And... your roommate is alright?" he asked.

"He's alright. He's a rhetoric major, but spends most of his time partying." Morgan said.

"Rhetoric, that's a useful major." Their mother smirked sarcastically. Devin and Morgan smirked to themselves, clearing their plates. "You two can go off and play, we'll take care of dishes." Their mother said, just as she had when they were kids. Normally Devin would have pointed out that they weren't little kids, but he had been given a chance to skip out on chores and to be with Morgan. The two stood up, though Morgan moved to at least take his plate to the sink and Devin moved to do the same. Morgan and Devin moved down the hall, hearing their parents start to murmur to each other. Morgan moved into his room and Devin followed, looking around. In comparison to his own, it seemed so clean and boring. There were no posters, the walls were white and the brown carpet was clean. His things had been put away neatly and the Rubbermaid bins it had been moved in were stacked under his bed and out of sight.

"So... You're still a virgin?" Devin asked, bringing up his earlier question. Morgan sighed, sitting down, pulling out his Playstation.

"Yes brother... At least one of us isn't a disappointment to our parents. How many boyfriends have you had?" Morgan said. Devin didn't take it as an insult.

"Four, though I haven't met mister right." Devin said.

"I think that's my problem too." Morgan admitted, "There are some boys and girls that have been interested, but no one seemed right so I just kept focusing on work." Morgan said.

"That doesn't sound like fun." Devin said sadly, "But you pop your cork lots, right?" Devin asked. Morgan looked confused. Devin hesitated, "Took the dog for a walk? Protein for one? Anatomical solitaire?" Devin asked.

"Masturbation?" Morgan asked in shock.

"Yeah!" Devin grinned.

"No, that's disgusting." Morgan replied. Devin groaned and flopped back on his brother's bed.

"Morgan, you gotta do it, you're a man. If you don't, you'll explode!" Devin said.

"Maybe that's it." Morgan whispered.

"That's what?" Devin asked, sitting back up.

"I've been feeling really strange lately, especially at night... Restless, sort of..." Morgan said.

"Well there you go; you gotta pet your peter." Devin said. Morgan shuddered at the thought.

"Maybe if it gets worse, but... I don't want to cross that bridge unless I have to." Morgan said. Devin groaned again.

"Well, then let's at least exercise your competitive spirit with some video games." Devin said.

"That I can do." Morgan grinned, turning on his Wii and slipping in smash brothers.

****

Gaming had turned into the usual time sink it usually was and the brothers had played late into the night, but Devin had finally started to pass out and made it to his room, leaving Morgan to clean up. He made sure the disc was back in its case, the wiimotes were put away and he moved around his room, cleaning a bit. He felt his usual restlessness, but more than ever. He wasn't tired at all, he had tons of energy. He thought about going for a walk, but he didn't want to worry his parents. He started to pace at first, which felt just a little good, but his clothes felt tight and hot on him.

Morgan groaned, wondering what temperature his parents set the thermostat to. Morgan pulled off his polo shirt and tossed it into his hamper, looking down at his chest. It was smooth and hairless, like most of his body. It was also more flesh than he was used to showing at any time other than a swim meet. With that in mind, Morgan soon dropped his pants, standing in his boxer shorts. His legs had a slight bit of hair, but it was practically nothing. Morgan turned and looked at his reflection on the screen of his computer. He was standing in just his boxer shorts. It was more naked than he ever was, and normally he would have felt embarrassed, but somehow tonight, it still felt like too much. He reached down, sliding his fingers under the waistband. Ever so slowly he pulled his boxers down, revealing the well trimmed bush around his manhood before he let his boxers fall to the floor.

The nineteen year old stood in his room, naked. He expected to feel freaked out, but it just felt right. He started pacing back and forth, looking at his body, admiring it a bit. For the first time he could see what those boys and girls saw in him. He WAS rather attractive, but he had no experience. He'd never kissed anyone, never done anything. Slowly he looked down to his manhood. He didn't even know how long it was hard. His little brother already had four boyfriends and lost his virginity. Morgan wasn't used to feeling less prepared than his brother at anything...

Morgan moved to sit on his bed, pulling his legs up, looking at his bare flesh. The thoughts kept running through his head, over and over again. All his brother's terrible euphemisms repeated as well as he tried to determine if Devin was right. Maybe it was time for him to try anatomical solitaire... if it would help him sleep. He hoped it wasn't addictive, but somehow it sounded like a better idea than it ever had in his life. Morgan reached down haphazardly, unused to such things. He gently ran one finger tip up and down his length, trying to stir it from his slumber. It responded by starting to elongate slowly, like a worm inching out from his lap. Morgan awkwardly picked up his half limp shaft and wiggled it around, eliciting a bit more firmness. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around it and started to move them up and down. A gasp left Morgan's lips as his back arched and intense, intangible pleasure ripped through him. Morgan flopped back, hitting his head on the wall before cursing gently.

In the next room over, Devin's eyes snapped open at the thump on the wall. He sat up, startled before he looked around, realizing that it had to come from his brother's room. Devin slowly slipped out of bed and moved over, putting his ear on the wall. Through the plaster he could hear the soft thumping of his brother's bed against the wall in an even, regular pattern he had come to know so well. Devin's boxers tented at once as his cock went rigid. Devin moaned, blushing. His brother was jacking off. It was everything he had dreamed of, and then Devin remembered - his brother's door had been cracked when he left.

Biting his lip, Devin moved out of his room as quietly as he could, hoping the door was still cracked. He crept along the hall, staying low, making it to his brother's door. Ever so slowly he leaned past the frame, realizing the door was ajar. It wasn't shut, but the crack wasn't big enough to see anything. Devin took a breath before he leaned down as low as he could and gently put his finger against the door, pushing it. The door eased open a centimeter, then another. Devin froze, wondering if his brother saw, praying not. He moved himself to try and peek in, seeing along the side of Morgan's bed before he caught a glimpse of his brother's cheek, right arm and hip. The arm was moving up and down steadily. There was no mistaking it. Devin plunged his hand into his pants, wrapping his fingers around his own rod. He started jacking himself off, but as he did he nudged the door a bit more, trying to get a better view.

Inside the room, Morgan was getting more and more into it... but as he did, he started thinking about all the cautions he had. What if it made him go blind or made him a slut? Morgan grunted, taking his hand away from his shaft, laying back. He felt terrible about doing it in the first place, giving away his innocence.... But almost as soon as he removed his hand, he started to feel rather terrible. An aching spread across his body, a throbbing or pulsing, like growing pains but all over. Morgan groaned slowly, reaching down to rub his leg. His hand rubbed up and down his femur before realizing there was more femur to rub.

Morgan looked down at his legs in shock before he called out, hissing softly. His legs ached even more before his skin stretched, accommodating the longer legs but also the growing muscle. Morgan snatched his hands back, grabbing at his arms as his biceps and triceps started to expand and bulge. Morgan felt like he was falling apart. In the hall, Devin had fallen back on his ass in shock, seeing Morgan change like that... like Devin had seen so many times in movies and comic books. Devin couldn't believe his eyes, but then again neither could Morgan.

Another moan escaped Morgan's lips as his back throbbed, his spine changing. His legs shifted and his arms changed. Even his elbows, knees and shoulders felt strange. His arms were being tilted to new angles. Morgan moved to try and get up, but as he did, his hips shifted fully, rotating his legs and causing him to lose his balance. Morgan fell onto the carpet between the bed and the wall, landing on his hands and knees. His cock bobbed down with gravity before smacking his belly, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Morgan gasped in shock and pleasure, the pain disappearing for a moment.

The moment was a blessed relief for Morgan, but or Devin it was something more. Morgan was facing away from him and Devin had a perfect view of his brother's ass. Devin started to stroke his manhood off more, watching. Morgan panted, sweat beading across his forehead and chest. His bones and joints and muscles all ached, but for a split second he hadn't hurt. If that was the trick, he was all for it. Morgan reached down, curling his fingers around his cock again. He started to pump his shaft with a little more confidence, moving it forward and back, moaning in delight as his pain ebbed, but his changes hadn't slowed at all. If anything, they were speeding up.

Muscle spread out over Morgan's body like a tidal wave. His shoulders thickened and rounded, his back widened, his chest filled out and his abs bulged. His arms swelled, his legs shifted and he changed more and more every second. Morgan's hand flew up and down his shaft like a blur, but even it was swelling in his hands. Despite having reached its maximum six and a half inches, the shaft pushed out longer and his balls started to swell in his sack. Morgan panted and grunted hard, the sweat rolling down his body faster and faster. In the hall, Devin worked his cock so fast and hard he thought he might break it. His two biggest fantasies in life were happening at the same time, seeing his brother masturbate... and turn into something else, and Devin was certain he knew what that something else was.

Morgan grunted sharply, feeling the changes accelerate and sink in deeper. He could feel his teeth sharpen into fangs. His chest rose and fell more with every breath. Morgan grunted sharply as his fingernails start to sink into his flesh, almost cutting through them. The skin closed over the top of them, but the tips still stuck out of his fingertips, curving and darkening, turning into dark black claws. Morgan hadn't been sure what was going on until then, but now he was starting tor realize. All those years of hearing Devin rant about werewolves, and now he was becoming one. Morgan grunted sharply as his legs twisted and changed with sickening crunches. His heel lifted up and melted away, his toes nearly burst as thick claws pushed forward and his ass cheeks slipped apart as his tailbone pushed away from his pelvis, becoming flexible.

Devin panted, openly drooling down his chin as he watched his brother growing a furless tail. New bones grew in between the old, causing the length to extend outwards behind him. Morgan's vertebrae pushed against the skin of his back, giving him a spine of spiky bumps. His changed legs started to unfold, lifting him up onto all fours rather than his hands and knees. Morgan knew it was coming; there was nothing he could do to stop it. It didn't make sense, but that didn't matter any more. Morgan knew there was no point fighting, so he started to embrace it. He looked down at his body, his smooth body.

"Come on fur... Grow." He whispered, "Grow!" he called out louder. Devin moaned before he clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping Morgan hadn't heard him. Morgan hadn't, too focused on his body... and soon he was rewarded. Dark red hairs started to push out of his arms, growing in steadily, spreading across his forearms first before creeping up over his biceps and triceps and down across the backs of his hand. His pit hair thickened, his bush hair grew thicker and new hair started growing out across his balls. Morgan thrust his cock off more than ever before, panting hard, grunting loudly and happily. Soft fur pushed out of his chest, though it was a lighter white color. Morgan was a bit surprised, wondering if he'd look more like a fox with a red pelt, but he didn't care anymore. He panted harder and harder, feeling the fur thicken on his legs, coating him more liberally.

It spread around his hips, covering his ass and then his tail before connecting to the fur on his legs, creeping up his back slowly. More dark red hair grew out across his shoulder blades and the back of his neck, everything slowly growing together. Morgan's hand worked his tool furiously, tugging on it, feeling it grow. In just a few moments it had stretched from eight inches to twelve, throbbing in time with his heart. It was bigger than most humans and even with his limited knowledge; Morgan knew that and took pride in it. He kept trying to stroke his shaft, but he could feel more changes sweeping over his hands. His fingertips swelled, then parts of his palms. The swollen flesh rounded more, toughening as red fur grew across his fingers and between the pads, turning them into something more akin to paws.

With his hands changing that much, Morgan let go of his huge cock, panting hard, groaning. He tipped his head back as the white fur completely engulfed his chest and stomach. Extra flesh worked up around the base of his manhood, covered in fur, growing thick and plump. His tail wagged above his ass cheeks, thick and fluffy. The fur kept spreading, covering his foot paws and ankles, closing in around all of him. From neck to toe, Morgan was almost completely changed. His body had pushed past anthro and moved toward a more feral wolf design, but so far his head was mostly intact, mostly unchanged. Morgan panted sharply, still feeling bones change and muscles shift. He felt strange, he felt wonderful and he felt... horny.

Morgan slowly lowered his head and moved his haunches forward, bringing his huge shaft closer. He looked at its meat, at its thickness, realizing like never before that he wanted it. Morgan slowly parted his lips, his tongue slipping out, stretching to slurp across the head of his own shaft. The tongue slathered through the precum, teasing the urethra before his head moved down more. His lips pushed over the head of the shaft, slowly taking it in. While he started out gentle, Morgan's inner beast was ravenous. In seconds he was bobbing his head back and forth with eagerness, sucking himself down.

Devin moaned, unable to muffle himself. A soft spurt of cum splashed his chest and chin but he tried to hold back, tried to last. He wanted to orgasm at the same time Morgan did. In the room, Morgan seemed very much like he was trying to make that a reality. Morgan sucked on his cock, getting it further and further down his mouth. His ears started to stretch into points, shifting and growing furry. The ears started to move up his head, momentarily deafening him. The ears shifted up through his hair before coming to rest near the top of his head. The ears twitched and flicked a bit, the ear canals restored.

Morgan panted hard, his lips sucking down hard. His chin started to darken, turning a dark red before facial hair nearly exploded out of it. Both sides of his upper lip darkened as well before strands of a split mustache grew out. Despite the red goatee of sorts, white fur started growing out along his chin and throat, growing down into the furry white chest. White fur ringed his lips where his mustache didn't but the dark red fur sprouted from his cheeks, covering them in seconds before it advanced over his nose... a nose that was reconfiguring.

The changing man's nostrils flared, his nose widening quickly. The tip lifted up as the flesh became tougher and more rubbery, darkening to a dark black. His upper lip started to curve and split a bit before his cheeks tingled and long, thick whiskers started pushing out. Morgan kept sucking his own cock down eagerly, but his mouth seemed almost more eager as it started to stretch out over his shaft. His jaw popped and shifted, his upper mouth pushed out. He groaned and growled, feeling his face elongate, becoming more animal by the second. It felt so good, so amazing. He gave in completely.

A few feet away, Devin was soaked with sweat as he worked his cock to the limits of tolerance. His rod was blood red, achingly hard. He was more aroused than anything he'd ever felt. He panted, he moaned, he bit down on his lip to keep from cumming yet. He kept jacking off, feeling so exhilarated. His brother, his own brother, had turned into a huge red wolf... and was sucking himself off. Devin felt almost faint, turned on as much as he was. Devin wondered if that fate awaited him, if one day he'd be a wolf, but soon he quelled those thoughts as they threatened to send him over the edge prematurely.

While Devin was hedging his orgasm, Morgan fought his own instincts, pulling off his cock. He licked his lips, panting. It was hard to get himself to stop, but he knew precisely why he had. Of his entire body, only his cock was still human. While huge, it was still pink and round and even. It wasn't the cock of a wolf; Morgan knew that from his days as a veterinary assistant. He panted, his tail wagging, his paws digging into the carpet. He could feel his blood boil with the change, his heart racing. He knew it was close. Morgan gazed at himself, waiting and waiting... and then it started.

The change was subtle at first, a spreading redness, but soon the color spread out to cover his entire foot long rod. The flesh turned cherry red and started to grow slicker. Morgan panted harder and harder, watching his mushroom shaped head push out into a point, plump and thick like a pepper. Even more sensations of pleasure erupted from his meat as veins raced along the length before the base started bulging out just past the sheath, the flesh rounding like two halves of a tennis ball. Morgan panted harder and harder, feeling his knot form before he lifted his muzzle upwards and let out a deep howl so loud it resonated in the glass of the windows.

With the howl leaving his lips, Morgan's balls seized up, is shaft pulsed and soon thick jets of musky hot cum were spraying out of his cock, splattering all over the carpet and the wall and the foot of his bed. Morgan sprayed for several moments before he leaned down and plunged his muzzle around his cock, guzzling down his own seed, slurping it. In the hallway, Devin fell onto his back, gasping silently as his manhood sprayed jets of seed high into the air before they came back down, splattering all over his chest and groin and face.

Devin basked in his orgasm, feeling tingly and numb all at the same time, showering himself down with his musky seed. He twitched and shuddered, going completely limp, smiling wide to himself before his eyes fluttered shut. After a few more moments, his flow subsided and he was left nearly comatose in his bliss, but near by his brother was still going. Thick floods of cum moved down his throat, filling his stomach steadily.

After what felt like an eternity, Morgan's flow finally subsided. He collapsed down onto the carpet, lying in a pool of his own seed, panting gently. He moaned softly, his cock retracting into its sheath. As his body returned to baseline, Morgan's human mind started to push through the hazy fog of lust. He looked at the carpet, at his bed, realizing what a mess he had made... and what he had done. A slow look of dread crossed his canine face and his mind flooded with shock. In his lust and pain he'd assumed it had been fated, but what if it happened because he masturbated? What if it was his fault? He was a beast now, a wild beast that couldn't hold off. He'd ruined his life, his future. He was destined to be a lab experiment, never to get a job.

Morgan pushed himself up onto his paws and moved to the corner of his room before he slumped down, curling into a ball, whimpering in sadness and grief. The sounds reached Devin where he was laying and he slowly pushed himself back up, looking through the crack of the door, realizing his brother had moved. The whimpering struck him to the heart and he murmured softly in concern. In his own lust, he'd failed to think how Morgan would take it. Devin had been dreaming of werewolves his whole life; it would have been a blessing to him, but to Morgan... Devin thought about it for a moment before he stood up and moved back to his room, dropping his cum soaked boxers and pulling on pajama pants and a t-shirt. He moved back out and down the hall, reaching out to knock gently on Morgan's door frame.

"Morgan?" he called out.

"Neu!" Morgan barked out, trying to say no, trying to keep his brother back. He didn't know what he might do to him.

"Morgan, I know what happened, I'm not scared. It's going to be okay. I'm coming in now." Devin said, easing the door open more. Morgan looked up from the corner he was cowering in, his tail tucked between his legs. Devin murmured softly, moving over to kneel down next to his brother. He reached out and began to stroke Morgan's fur between his ears. Morgan's ears flattened and he shuddered, surprised by how good that felt. Slowly he leaned his head against his brother's chest, slumping in exhaustion. Devin pulled Morgan more onto his lap.

For a few moments they sat in silence. Devin held Morgan and petted his head, then his hand moved down to the spine. Morgan felt so weak, so wrong... but the petting felt so good. After a few moments Morgan looked up at Devin with his hazel eyes, seeing the real green eyes of his brother. He had always liked Devin more with his contacts out. He was just lucky that Devin loved werewolves. Morgan felt great comfort in that fact, knowing his brother wouldn't abandon him, that he'd always have someone. Devin leaned down, kissing Morgan's head gently.

"They always say the first change is the hardest, but it's going to be okay. You have me. I'm sort of a werewolf expert after all, and... Well, I mean you know I always loved you, but... I think it might be more than that." Devin admitted.

"Wrou?" Morgan murmured, looking up. Devin blushed.

"Morgan, you look amazing... as a human and as a wolf. You're just... my kind of guy... in every way." Devin whispered. Morgan looked at his brother in surprise, feeling very conflicted. Part of him was shocked and appalled by what Devin said, but what scared Morgan more was just how right it felt... They HAD always gotten along perfectly... but Morgan didn't know what to do, what to feel. He sighed and laid his head down in Devin's lap, his tail slapping the carpet behind him unhappily. Devin's head lowered a bit. He knew it wasn't an easy change, and Morgan might be disgusted with him, but they were still brothers. No matter what happened, they'd work it out.

Devin continued to sit on the floor, holding Morgan on his lap. Moments gave way to minutes, then minutes to hours. Both fell into a sort of half sleep as the sun began to rise in the distance. The moonlight faded, the skies brightened and Morgan started to turn back. The reversion was easier and far more subtle than his transformation. His legs spread out along the carpet, his face pulled back into a human shape and his torso contracted. Morgan was tired enough sleep through it, though Devin's eyes opened as the weight on his lap got lighter. After a few minutes, Devin was looking down at his naked brother lying on his lap, his red hair shaggier than before.

"We should get you to bed brother." Devin said. Morgan murmured gently and looked up at Devin before realizing his muzzle wasn't in the way anymore. He reached up to feel his face, realizing his hands were hands again rather than paws.

"Devin, I..." Morgan trailed off. Devin smiled and moved, helping Morgan up to his feet.

"It's going to be okay brother." Devin said. Morgan leaned on Devin as he moved over to the bed before collapsing onto it. Devin moved to pull the blankets over him. Morgan hesitated.

"I usually sleep in a t-shirt and shorts..." Morgan said. Devin rolled his eyes.

"Brother, you're such a prude. You're a fucking sexy werewolf now. Sleep naked for once." Devin said, just as playfully as before.

"You said you knew... when you came in." Morgan said. Devin blushed a bit.

"I... watched." He admitted. Morgan's eyes widened.

"You watched and you didn't scream or anything?" Morgan asked. Devin crossed his arms, looking offended.

"You think after all those werewolf movies that I'd be SCARED?! Morgan, I jacked off the whole time." Devin said.

"To me?!" Morgan asked. Devin sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fucked up, I need counseling. That's the least of our problems now. I mean, one crazy son is one thing, but a werewolf son?" Devin grinned.

"Well... maybe... we can be fucked up together." Morgan whispered. Devin tilted his head in confusion. Morgan reached up, tangling his fingers in his brother's black and green hair before pulling him down. Devin was caught off guard, but the next thing he knew, their lips were touching. Devin took in a breath through his nose before his eyes slid shut. Morgan kept them open, watching the look of pleasure on his brother's face as their lips rubbed and interlocked. After a few moments Morgan broke the kiss.

Devin opened his eyes back up, looking at Morgan wordlessly for a moment before he climbed onto his brother's bed, lying down on Morgan. He draped his arms over Morgan's shoulders before nuzzling his neck. Morgan reached up to hug his brother around the waist, closing his eyes. The two let out sighs of relief as their eyes closed and they drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace. The first change had been the hardest, but Morgan had a feeling that those in the future would be far more interesting.