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Eric and Milo: First, One, & Only Love By Green

Eric Thompson, a handsome German shepherd with a well-toned body, was sleeping comfortably that evening, his dreams happy and refreshing. At least until another warm body gently sat down on his bed, and a hand came to rest on Eric's bare shoulder. "Eric? Wake up, it's me," came a soft, understated voice in the silence. The shepherd slowly opened his eyes, grunting in mild confusion as he reached over to flick on his bedside light, blinking a few times against the sudden harsh glow that spilled over him. Soon he was able to make out the form of his younger brother, Milo, clad in boxers and a T-shirt, his usual sleeping attire, looking characteristically nervous. Milo looked much like his brother, with very similar markings, but was noticeably skinnier and carried himself with a bit of a slouch, lacking the other dog's confidence. Eric stretched with a sigh and groggily addressed his sibling. "Milo? It's like three in the morning, what are you doing here?" he asked, restraining himself from snapping at his brother for waking him in the middle of the night, remembering the time he'd drunkenly done the same thing to Milo after a party. He didn't realize how similar the two situations were, though, until Milo responded. "Ummm... I'm sorry, but I - I can't sleep, I just..." The smaller canine trailed off as he averted his eyes, his ears flattening back against his head. When he finally spoke up again, his voice was even quieter than before. "...I woke up in the middle of a sex dream and now I - I need it, Eric." Glancing down, Eric realized that Milo's boxers were tented out; only his half-awake state had prevented him from noticing instantly. Despite his initial annoyance, he felt himself stirring within his sheath, and couldn't help but smile, throwing the blankets off himself and revealing that he was clad only in his own boxers. "Well, why didn't you say so, little brother? Come here..."

Blushing as he smiled gratefully, Milo nodded his thanks as Eric patted the mattress next to him, and crawled into position, extending his arms around Eric even as his older brother returned the embrace, holding him close and leaning in to kiss his sibling. The elder shepherd enjoyed the feeling as Milo shuddered against him, whimpering slightly as Eric's wide, flat tongue pushed into his muzzle, teasing against Milo's even as Eric's hands began to wander Milo's body. The smaller dog broke off the kiss all too soon to moan with desire as Eric boldly gripped his brother's penis through the thin material of his boxers. "Damn, Milo, all the way out already? Must have been some dream..." he murmured, enjoying the way his brother twitched and writhed as he squeezed and kneaded that prick. "Tell you what; I'll suck you off just the way you like if you'll return the favour. Deal?" he asked, grinning at his brother's obvious need, beginning to tug Milo's boxers down without even waiting for his answer. To his surprise, the other canine stopped him, grabbing his wrist lightly. "Ummm... if it's okay, Eric, I'd - I'd rather, um..." Milo said, turning his head to the side and clenching his eyes shut as if he couldn't bear to look as he forced himself to finish. "...C-could you please f-fuck me instead?" he whispered, trembling in his brother's arms. To say Eric was surprised would be rather an understatement. For a moment, he considered the idea that he was still dreaming, but the warm body he held against him felt all too real. "Really? I - I thought you didn't like going all the way this late at night, hated the mess," he said, even as he wondered why he was questioning it; the idea of taking his little brother had him sliding out of his sheath in anticipation. "I know, I know," Milo said, blushing even harder, "but the dream I had, I was, you know, bottoming, and when I woke up I felt so empty... Oh, please don't make a big deal out of it, Eric, it was hard enough asking." Eric leaned in and playfully licked his brother's cheek, a very canine expression of affection. "It's alright, Milo. If you wanna bottom, I'm more than happy to top you," he said, trying not to let all his enthusiasm show on his face. It had been entirely too long for his liking since he'd last had a chance to get under his brother's tail, and he'd jump at each and every opportunity to do so.

Breaking off their cuddle, the Thompson brothers quickly stripped off what little clothing they had on; Eric had been almost naked to begin with so after he quickly yanked his underwear down, exposing his fuzzy sheath and dark red, rapidly stiffening prick to the dim light of the room, he found he'd beaten his brother to nudity, and mischievously leaned in while Milo had his shirt up over his head to surprise him by flicking his tongue over one of the other dog's nipples. Milo gasped and nearly fell off the bed, but Eric grabbed hold of him and pulled him in close. "I gotcha, little brother," he said, his hand none-too subtly sneaking down to cop a feel of the smaller shepherd's rump, teasing a single finger over the ring of muscle under Milo's tail that was, despite all the exercise it had been given lately, still just as tight as it was the day they first started fooling around. "Give me a heart attack, why don'tcha..." Milo muttered, blushing even as he pushed back against his brother's hand. "Sorry, Milo," chuckled Eric, "it's an older brother's duty to mess with his younger siblings." The other shepherd didn't crack a grin as Eric solemnly saluted with his free hand, stone-faced. He couldn't hold the expression long, shaking his head and stifling his laughter; he may have had a basement bedroom, but being quiet to prevent sleeping family members from waking up was not a habit easily dismissed. Soon enough he looked up at Milo and grinned a bit more benevolently. "So, it's your booty call, how do you wanna do this?" he asked, leaning back to sit on his heels, ever so lightly running a finger along his cock to keep himself nice and stiff. The younger dog moved to lie down where Eric had just been sleeping, looking somewhat self-conscious the whole way, which was of course nothing new. "How about we do it face-to-face? I don't think we've tried it that way before," he said, toying with the sheets beneath him and grinning bashfully. Eric nodded, always up for something new, and slipped off the bed to get the bottle of lube he kept in his desk. "Sure thing, little brother, just let me get slicked up first." The bigger canine sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment as he squeezed some of the gel directly on top of his prick, shivering a little at first contact; someday he would look up why it always felt so cold right out of the bottle, even if kept in warm places. He began to smear the lube along his shaft, squeezing and rubbing to evenly cover his penis, aware of Milo's eyes watching his every move. It kind of turned him on, truth be told. When the brothers had started out, they'd just used petroleum jelly for this, but they'd recently taken the advice of their middle sibling, their only sister Anne, and started using store-bought sex lube, which was both classier and more effective. Soon enough, his dick was sufficiently slick, and Eric was starting to get horny to the point where he was getting impatient, so he put the bottle down on the floor next to the bed and turned to his brother, enjoying the visible shudder that ran along the other shepherd's lanky body as the more muscular canine crawled towards him, reaching his lubed-up fingers back under Milo's tail, rubbing the leftover gel into Milo's anus, pushing inside to make the fun to come easier on the little guy. As he prepped his little brother's rump, Eric glanced over his shoulder at the entrance to his room. "You locked the door, right?" he asked, more out of habit than worry, given the time. "Of c-course," Milo stuttered, affected more than Eric had expected by the gentle fingering he was receiving, "won't make that mistake again..." On that note, a thought occurred to Eric, and when he looked back, he was grinning mischievously, his tail wagging behind him. "You want to go wake up Anne? She always complains that we never invite her, right? Serve her right if we bug her in the middle of the night," he said, clearly amused just by the thought. Milo just shrugged and averted his eyes, not even grinning at the idea, which was unusual. "Umm... no, let's let her sleep, if she gets mad and yells it'll wake up Mom and D-Dad, so let's just make tonight about us, okay?" he said, a very strange expression on his face. Eric thought that was an odd way of wording it, but he was still tired, and he was about to feel a tight warmth around his prick, so he didn't dwell on it. "Sure thing, Milo. Now, I'd say you're nice and ready, so just lie back and relax, big brother's gonna help you with your little problem..."

Eric enjoyed the look of anticipation on Milo's face, the shudder that ran through his brother's body as he moved into position above him, reaching down to take hold of his prick, nudging Milo's legs slightly further apart with his knees. As eager as he was, though, he was never one to forget the important things, and he glanced up as he lined up the tip of his erection with his brother's backside. "Same rules as always, little brother, if it hurts or you want me to slow down or stop or whatever, you just say the word, okay?" he said, meaning it genuinely. This was not about dominating or taking advantage of the smaller male to him, Eric wasn't that kind of canid. "O-okay... I'm ready," Milo said, quietly, cracking a thin smile. Eric smiled back, reassuringly, and pressed himself against Milo's anus, pausing a moment as Milo reached up and wrapped his arms around Eric's neck, holding on tight as if he was afraid he might 'fall off the ride'. Milo had never done that before, but then they didn't do it face-to-face all that often, so Eric didn't think too much of it, and soon resumed pushing forward, feeling the other shepherd trembling against him as his back door relented to the pressure, spreading open and making room for Eric's stiff prick as if welcoming an old friend home. As the elder dog pushed inside him, Milo trembled again, whimpering with the strength of his desire. "Ohhh, Eric..." he groaned quietly, as his own penis, ignored for the moment, throbbed against his belly and drooled a healthy drop of precome into his fur. Centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch, Eric gently, slowly, but insistently buried himself beneath Milo's tail, fighting the canine instincts which begged him to rut the tight warmth that surrounded his cock as hard and as fast as he could, forcing himself to go as slowly as he could stand, to make sure he didn't hurt his brother. Finally, Eric had hilted himself in the younger dog's rump, his fuzzy balls gently pressing against Milo's buttocks, every inch of his prick surrounded by hot, fleshy walls that clenched down on his shaft from base to tip. "You okay, Milo?" he asked, quietly savouring the sensation. The younger shepherd had his teeth grit and his ears pinned back, but he managed to nod. "Y-yeah... just g-go slow, it's been a while..." he said, quietly, with the usual strain in his voice. Eric still waited until he felt Milo's muscles relax, and with a sigh of relief, he pulled back until just the tip of his prick remained inside, and then began to thrust, pushing into his brother's tight rear at a steady, even pace. Eric smiled slightly as the grip in Milo's hands tightened a little, holding his brother closer as they coupled in the silence of the night.

It wasn't long before Eric began to increase the pace, pumping the younger shepherd with a bit more intensity, grunting and sighing as he hilted himself in his brother's rump again and again. For his part, Milo was whimpering with desire, pushing back against the bigger dog's thrusts and nuzzling against Eric's neck, resting his chin on his partner's shoulder for the most part. Eventually, he leaned back, tilting his head forward to bump his nose against his brother's, raising a hand to cup the back of his lover's head. "Kiss me, Eric," he murmured, a curious look in his eyes. Eric was finally starting to wonder about the source of his brother's strange behaviour, but it was hardly unusual for one of them to want a bit more stimulation, so he just raised an eyebrow silently before grinning and leaning in to accede to Milo's request, pressing his lips against his brother's again. As their tongues began to rub and slide against each other, Milo sighed through his nostrils, the warm breath tickling the hairs on top of Eric's muzzle. As they kissed, Milo's hand began to move, running his fingers through Eric's hair, unkempt from sleep, before sliding down his neck to wander his back, lightly tracing the older shepherd's muscles with the tip of a finger. Thus encouraged, Eric repositioned one hand to better support his weight, and moved the other to press against his brother's stomach. Milo's eyes fluttered open for a moment at the touch, as it could only mean one thing was coming; sure enough, that strong hand gently slid down his abdomen, curving to the right, avoiding the aching canine flesh jutting out so that Eric could grab hold of that hard shaft from the middle, giving his brother's dick a nice squeeze before he began to stroke. At the first touch of the other shepherd's hand, Milo tensed up, his back lifting slightly off the bed, his inner walls clenching down hard on Eric's cock, but before he could relax, that hand began to rub along his length, just the way he liked it, and Milo broke off the kiss to gasp, shuddering against Eric and letting out a canine whine of desperate need before licking at his cheek and tightening his embrace just a little. "Fuck, Eric, I really needed this..." he moaned, pushing back against the stiff cock pushing into him. Grinning ferally, beginning to breathe hard, the elder shepherd thrust a little harder for a couple of strokes, eliciting some delicious yelps from his brother, before he licked back and managed a response between grunts. "You're not the only one, little brother... fuckin' A..." he trailed off, but both of them knew what he'd been about to say. Almost every time they had sex with Eric as the top, he marvelled at how tight Milo remained even after all the 'practice' he'd had. Eric had lately tried to stop bringing it up (though Milo hadn't actually said anything about it), but feeling those hot, fleshy walls, slick with lube and precome, rubbing and squeezing along his prick, it was hard not to gasp out praise to his brother's rump.

The Thompson brothers kept at it for a while, grunting and sighing in between kisses, increasing the tempo bit by bit as they rutted like ferals in season. Eventually, though, Eric felt the feeling of his thrusts changing, and looked down between them, cursing under his breath as he saw his knot expanding, bumping against Milo's rear every time he hilted himself. He'd been trying to fight off his orgasm for the last little while, but it seemed his efforts were ineffective. "Nnnngh, fuck, sorry Milo, I'm - I'm gonna come soon, can't fight it..." he muttered, avoiding his brother's gaze, ears lowering in embarrassment. He reluctantly looked back up when he felt Milo's hand on his cheek. "Then don't, Eric," the younger dog said, grinning self-consciously, "Give me everything you've got!" Hearing his brother encouraging him to come only increased the speed at which Eric was rushing towards release, and he groaned, shuddering, as Milo lifted his legs and wrapped them around the older shepherd's waist, holding him tight as Eric increased the speed of his thrusts. "Oh God..." he moaned, trying to maintain some semblance of control over his movements, lest he hurt his brother and ruin the mood in the moment of truth. As his flesh slapped against Milo's again and again, Eric began to notice that his brother was tightening the grip on his legs, squeezing him in closer. He was focusing more, of course, on the tight squeeze under Milo's tail, so at first he didn't care, but as the pressure continued to grow, he started having to use more and more muscle to pull back for his strokes. The shepherd was on the brink of orgasm, but he was also on the brink of something much less desirable, and forced out the words to warn his brother. "M-Milo, ease off a b-bit, if you d-don't stop, I might -" Suddenly, Milo's legs pulled on Eric with all their might in one squeeze, catching him off-guard, with no time to react, and as the horrified canine watched, his knot pressed against his brother's tight opening and forced itself inside, fully hilting Eric within Milo in a way they'd never experienced before, and firmly tying the brothers together.

Both Thompsons gasped out loud at the shocking new sensations they were both feeling. "No!" cried Eric, dismay ringing through his voice as much as the strain of trying to hold off his climax. He fought it with everything he had, but he'd already been at the brink of orgasm when Milo had surprised him, and now, the feeling of a tight orifice squeezing behind his knot for the first time was more than enough to push him all the way over the edge. Ears pinned back, Eric closed his eyes, his free hand abandoning Milo's penis to grip his brother's thigh, fingers digging in as he was overwhelmed. The elder dog's cheeks burned at how good it felt to be completely tied like this as his prick began to throb and spasm, releasing spurt after thick, gooey spurt of hot shepherd come into his brother's rear; no matter how hard he tried not to enjoy it, it was still the hardest orgasm he'd had in months, even if it was a personal betrayal, and he couldn't help but grunt in pleasure in time with his release. The sensation rocked his whole body, as well as his mind, as if this one moment would have dire, far-reaching consequences. Meanwhile, as canine seed rapidly flooded his backside, Milo arched his back and moaned out loud, clearly much less troubled than his brother, his own cock throbbing and drooling pre onto his stomach, revelling in the moment in a way that only made Eric feel even more ashamed. Eventually, he'd burned through his climax, and he sagged down low with a sigh, trying not to enjoy the sensation of the warm cream now surrounding his prick in the tight confines of his lover's backside. Breathing hard, he just sat there silently for a moment, still knelt behind Milo, his face unreadable. Then, he closed his eyes wearily and tilted back his head, ears still pinned down, as if he planned to howl at the moon like his feral ancestors, staring at the ceiling as he addressed his brother, unable to look at him just yet. "Nooooo... God dammit, Milo, why would you... why would you do that?" he asked, sadly, "I told you not to squeeze so hard, I told you! Now we're - " he hesitated, finding it hard to even say the words out loud. Reluctantly looking down, he braced his hand against the underside of Milo's leg and gave a tug with his hips, pulling back and determining that yes, his now fully-engorged knot was completely embedded in his brother's rump, and it didn't much want to budge. Milo, for his part, still had his eyes closed, and gave a little grunt as Eric pulled fruitlessly on his knot, before stirring and shivering. Glancing at his face for the first time, Eric was genuinely shocked to see that the other dog was grinning, even if only slightly. "Mmmm... Eric, this feels so - so full, I had no idea it would be like this..." he murmured, sounding decidedly less troubled. The corner of Eric's mouth turned up in an angry sneer, and his hackles rose. That had not been what he'd wanted to hear. "What the hell's the matter with you?!" he snarled, his voice coming out in a hiss as he forced himself to keep his volume low, "You made me tie you, you little fucker, don't you even care? We've only gone and betrayed our fucking people, and here you are moaning about how good it feels like a virgin getting his cock wet for the first time!" Milo's eyes opened wide at that, full of surprise, now seeming upset, but his dismay was that his brother was so angry at him, not that they were tied. "E-Eric, calm down, I -" he started, before getting rather rudely cut off by the larger canine, who had begun to squeeze Milo's leg a little tighter. "Calm down?! You just threw hundreds of years of tradition out the fucking window because you were enjoying getting dicked too much to pay attention to what you were doing! But you freaked out more than this that time Anne tried to get you to wear a skirt in bed, I can't believe you're so - so indifferent! I thought you cared about our culture, dammit!"

Eric Thompson's fury might seem strange, out-of-place to an outsider, even one who knew him well... provided they weren't canine. While every morphic species had their own unique quirks and foibles, few placed as much emphasis on tradition as the canine breeds. For centuries, the traditional canine family unit had been the pack, lead by a powerful Alpha, with each member of the pack having their own specific place in the hierarchy. It had taken years before the general canine community had stopped shunning those who chose instead to live the 'human way', isolated down to individual couples and their children. But while the dogs and wolves of the world had generally grown more relaxed about such things - only a relatively small number of traditionalists still lived in packs, outside of those who chose to reject society and live naked in the woods like their ancestors - certain things were more or less written in stone, and made abundantly clear to canine children as soon as they were old enough to understand. While canines had been surprisingly early compared to most species to openly accept homosexual relationships, there was a cultural taboo they still, to this day, held with even more disdain than some cultures had given to gays; regardless of the pleasure involved, no matter how energetic a couple's lovemaking was, canines were taught along with the 'birds and the bees' that one was never, ever to fully tie with anyone unless that partner was the mate they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. Couples caught so tied were still frequently forced into shotgun weddings, so strong was this particular tradition, which made being born with human-like genitals instead of Inherited parts a fairly major relief to young canine males, as tying was a non-issue without a knot. To accidentally tie in the middle of casual sex was actually a bigger taboo than being caught making love with one's own sibling, so it's really not that surprising that Eric now felt like his entire world was crumbling around him.

After that second outburst, Milo had just lain there, his own ears back, while Eric silently fumed, sitting back on his heels with his arms crossed. "...Look," he finally said, his voice tight, clearly still less than happy, "nobody else has to know about this, so we'll just wait it out, you can go back upstairs, and we can just... just forget this ever fucking happened. We should probably stop messing around like this, too, I thought we could handle it, but..." Shaking his head, he sighed heavily, and Milo whimpered. "I - I'm sorry, Eric, I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought you'd enjoy it too..." he said, remorse obvious in his tone. That didn't seem to help with Eric, whose ears perked up slightly at those words, disbelief joining a rapidly rekindling anger on his face. "You thought - Jesus Christ, Milo, you did this on purpose?!" The smaller shepherd cringed away, expecting an explosion of rage, but if anything, Eric's voice actually got quieter, though tighter, sounding like he was barely containing himself. "Okay, that's it," he said, practically growling, "say goodbye to your ass, Milo, because I want out of it, now!" Gripping his brother's thigh with perhaps more strength than necessary, Eric began to pull backwards on his knot rather roughly, trying to force his way out of the other dog's backside; this was very, very strongly recommended against by doctors, even with the much more forgiving, pliable nature of a female's vagina, much less an anus, which wasn't really designed to serve as an entrance in the first place. On his first pull, Milo was actually dragged off the pillow, closer to Eric, and he gave a startled yelp of pain. As the bigger canine continued trying to yank himself free of the confines of his brother's rump, Milo began to whimper and gasp, and not in the fun way that usually ensued when they were naked in bed together. When a frustrated Eric awkwardly lifted a foot and braced it against Milo's buttock, refusing to stop pulling, the younger shepherd finally cried out in agony, voice raised in desperation. "Eric! Stop! Stop, please! Oh God, it hurts! _" he wailed, holding onto the sheets for dear life. Relaxing his inner assault, Eric looked up to glare at his brother and tell him he deserved it - only to freeze in his proverbial tracks as he looked at Milo's face. There were tears of pain and shame welling in his eyes, and real, genuine fear etched into every part of his expression. Eric hesitated, his harsh words dying on his tongue as Milo whimpered quietly, trembling, obviously waiting to see what would happen next. The elder brother sighed, slumping down, lowering his foot and letting go of Milo's leg. "Fine, whatever, we'll wait it out._Fuck..." he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away from the dog he remained firmly locked to, still fuming. Internally, he was extraordinarily frustrated that even after his brother had betrayed him so deeply, he still couldn't bring himself to hurt Milo. But at the same time, seeing the tears, the pain, on his little brother's face, the fear directed at him... it felt like an icicle to his heart, and it had flushed most of the real anger out of his system.

After a few of the most awkward moments of either Thompson brother's life, Eric sighed in frustration and leaned forward, grabbing onto his brother's arms. "Eric? Wh-what are you doing?" Milo asked, just shy of whimpering. "I'm tired of sitting here," he answered, gruffly, "If I'm going to wait for my knot to go down in my own bed, I'm going to be the one lying down in it. You can just ride up there like a cowgirl until we're free." With that said, Eric rolled himself and his brother over, switching their positions, whereupon they resumed awkwardly ignoring each other, which was extremely difficult given that they were literally attached at the moment. After a few minutes, Eric glanced up at his brother, still frowning, and sighed yet again. The heat was gone from his words, but he was still clearly upset. "What the hell were you thinking, Milo?" he asked, "Ignoring hundreds of years of tradition like that? I thought... I thought you cared about that stuff. When we were little, you were always way into the lessons Grandad and Gramma used to give us about the old ways. I remember the time you told Mom and Dad you wanted to be a wildkin and live naked in the woods... what happened?" Pouting, Milo opened his mouth to speak, but Eric cut him off. "And even if you did, I don't know, get disillusioned with our heritage or something, you should know that that stuff still matters to me!" the elder brother said, a little hurt showing through in his voice, "I can't believe you'd do that without even asking to see if it was okay first!" There was silence for a moment, and then, to Eric's chagrin, Milo leaned forward, lying down on top of his brother, squeezing his penis between their stomachs; Milo's own knot had partially inflated during their frantic coupling, which had slowed down its deflation to the point where it was still out of its sheath, despite the painful experiences between then and now. Eric was more focused on his brother getting in his personal space, leaning in to gently lick his cheek, a canine sign of affection. "H-hey!" he protested, trying fruitlessly to push Milo back up. "Oh, Eric," started Milo, quietly, "I'm sorry, I thought it would be obvious. I do still care about our heritage." Still struggling to get his brother out of his face, Eric growled quietly. "You've got a damned funny way of showing it! Argh, get off me, dammit... What part of 'only ever tie with your mate' didn't you understand? I thought it was pretty fucking straightforward!" he muttered, starting to get annoyed again, "For fuck's sake, Milo, if you don't sit up, I'll -" He was cut off mid-threat as Milo reached forward and placed a finger on his brother's lips, silencing him. The smaller shepherd was blushing, clearly nervous, and his ears were back, not in shame or fear, but in reverence, respect. "Don't you see, big brother? I tied with you because I - I want you to be my mate. I love you, Eric!"

The silence that now filled the room was as loud in Eric Thompson's ears as a space shuttle launch, and if he hadn't been lying on a bed, he'd swear he was in free-fall, feeling dizzy and faint. His mind having exploded into uselessness with the shock, he just lay there, mouth agape, staring at his brother in astonishment. "I... I... n-no, Milo..." he said, stuttering like an idiot as he tried to string words into a sentence, "We aren't... this isn't... you can't..." He flinched, tensing up, and whimpered involuntarily as the much less imposing dog reached forward, putting his arms around his partner's neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Shhh... no more lies, big brother, no more denial... we're bisexual, both of us, I've known it deep down all along," he whispered, gently, his voice soothing and calm, "We have to be, Eric, if we're willing to fuck and go down on each other. I don't think you've even asked a girl out since we first started messing around." Hopelessly confused, genuinely not sure what emotion he was feeling, Eric leaned away from the kisses Milo was laying along his neck, fighting hard not to enjoy them, and let out a canine whine. "N-no, this isn't right, it c-can't be, even if - even if we are b-bi, this is j-just a casual thing... we're brothers, dammit..." he said, lacking any of the fire his voice had held earlier, "brothers d-don't fall in... that would be sick... I - I don't..." He trailed off, whimpering again, as Milo placed a hand on his brother's cheek and gently, though insistently, turned his head back to face the other shepherd. "But you do, big brother," he said, a warmth in his eyes Eric had never seen before, "I can see it. It's in the way you hold me after we're done, the way you're always so careful not to hurt me... I can feel it in the way you kiss me." "No, no, noooo..." murmured Eric, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, shivering beneath the scrawnier dog. He clenched his eyes shut, like a child trying to shut out the world, and felt Milo lay his head down on the more athletic Thompson's chest, like he was listening for a pulse. Milo's voice was still quiet, but it was maddeningly impossible for Eric to ignore, short of completely surrendering his dignity by covering his ears and singing showtunes.

He only seriously considered that option for about a second and a half, to his credit.

"Please, Eric... I know it's hard, I know it's scary, but... you remember that dream I said I had, the one that made me come in here? Well, I actually had it a few days ago. Um, we were naked and, like, touching each other and everything, but it wasn't so much a sexy dream like I said it was..." Milo said, quietly, "See, in the dream, we were - we were together, and we were happy... and we weren't pretending anymore. We had our own place in the city downtown with a nice view of the lakefront, and we didn't have to hide our fooling around or our feelings. I felt so warm inside..." The smaller shepherd sighed for a moment, playing at an uncombed tuft of his brother's fur with the tip of a finger. "When I woke up, I felt..." Tensing up for a moment, the younger brother sighed quietly before he continued. "I was so confused," he said, "I wanted to bury the dream, just forget about it forever... but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that - that it wasn't just a weird combination of thoughts. I realized that we... that I really was in love with you." Eric flinched away as he felt his brother's hand on his cheek, opening his eyes without thinking about it, dismayed to see the sincerity in Milo's gaze as he finished his speech. "I want that dream to come true, big brother." he said, a quiet tremble to his voice, "...And I think you might want it, too." Eric found himself blushing, and silently cursed himself for it, shaking his head as he tried to talk some sense into his brother. "C-come on, Milo, even if we -" he coughed, unable even to make his vocal chords into the right shape to make the words. "...Even if you're right, it's not like we can just go out and be a, a couple, you know, we're still brothers, and that's not the kind of thing that people support." Milo sighed again, looking only slightly frustrated, and finally just lay there, staring at his brother. "Eric, if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't want this, we can just walk away and pretend none of this ever happened, move on with our lives." His declaration made, Milo lowered his head, resting his chin on his brother's chest and gazing into his eyes. Eric swallowed, feeling more stressed and anxious than he had in years, his emotions rapidly fluctuating from angry to depressed to afraid so fast he didn't have time to act on any of them. Taking a deep breath, he tried to begin. "Milo, I... I d-don't..." he stuttered, as he began to think about the way his relationship with his brother had changed since he'd walked into his own bedroom and caught Milo masturbating there. If only Christina hadn't cancelled their date, he never would have caught Milo, and none of this would ever have happened in the first place! "Don't have f-fee... I don't lo..." It was so hard to spit out with Milo right there, looking into his eyes like that! Damn him! Eric just knew that when he told his brother he didn't return the feelings Milo thought he had, it would devastate him, and he hated that he had to do that, hated that he had to hurt his little brother like that, when all he'd ever wanted to do was to be a good example for Milo, protect the smaller dog when the world was cruel to him, hold him in his arms when he was hurt or upset... wait, where the fuck had that last one come from? His eyes widened involuntarily as he suddenly realized the strength of his reluctance to bring his brother emotional turmoil, and then, despite trying to dismiss the thought, comparing it to the strength of his feelings when he held Milo against him after sex, remembering the occasions they'd actually managed to nod off in each other's arms and how peaceful, how right it had felt. As the muscular shepherd continued to analyze his feelings for the dog he was currently tied to, he realized, distantly, that tears were running down his cheeks, but that was the least of his concerns. "N-no, this can't be right, it's imp-possible, we're b-brothers, I can't lo... Oh my God..." he stammered, then... then he tensed up as if preparing for a physical blow, and let all his muscles relax at once, his head flopping back onto the pillow as he let out a long, quiet groan, shaking his head weakly. When he finally looked back up, he avoided Milo's eyes, feeling defeated. "This... this wasn't supposed to be anything real, Milo... it was just supposed to be stress relief..." he whimpered, sounding miserable. He finally looked up when he felt his brother's hand gently touch his cheek, helping to wipe away his tears. Milo was beaming from ear to ear, his tail wagging behind him, and as Eric shivered in anticipation, Milo leaned forward, returning his arms to embracing Eric's neck. "I know, big brother, I was there..." he breathed, his voice barely audible, "but you know, I think I like it better this way." With that, he leaned in the last little bit, pressing his muzzle against that of his elder brother, who groaned and put up no resistance, hugging the smaller dog back and returning the kiss, closing his eyes and just letting himself enjoy it.

The Thompson brothers kissed in silence for a few minutes, gentle, soft, and undemanding, for the first time kissing not as a means to an end, or a rushed example of foreplay, but as an end unto itself, letting each shepherd share something special with the man in his arms. Eric had never noticed before - no, he had pretended not to notice before - how soft and supple his brother's lips were, and as Milo brought one of his hands around to play along Eric's chest, tracing his muscles with a finger, he shivered, genuinely surprised at how good it felt when he wasn't fighting it, when he let himself enjoy the sensation of his brother exploring his body. When they finally broke off the kiss, Milo leaned forward to lick his lover's cheek again, stretching his neck slightly because he was still firmly bound by the knot in his rear. Then he looked into Eric's eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Eric," he said, obviously hoping for a response. Eric bit his lip for a moment, then sighed and steeled himself. "I... I love you too, little brother." He swallowed the whimper that followed as he finally said the words out loud. Milo saw right through his stoic appearance and smiled gently. "Don't be upset," he said, "it'll all be okay now that we're being honest, but don't think about the future right now, just relax, tonight is just about us." That being said, Milo buried his muzzle in his brother's sensitive neck, kissing and licking and nipping, and as he groaned happily and closed his eyes, Eric did indeed find it easier to let go of his worries and embarrassment, just focus on his lover. "M-Milo..." he said, quietly, "I'm sorry I got so angry at you... sorry I tried to, um, break your ass. I just thought..." He trailed off as Milo shushed him, kissing at the underside of his jaw afterwards. "It's okay, Eric, I know what you thought. It was kinda dumb of me to confront you like that... let's just forget about that, too, and focus on aah!" The smaller shepherd yelped in surprise as a hand suddenly cupped over his scrotum, giving his sac a nice, playful squeeze and rolling the testicles within between the strong fingers, even as another hand wrapped around his prick and began to stroke. "No, no, I insist on making it up to you, little brother," Eric said, smiling, "For starters, I believe I owe you an orgasm..."

Milo pulled away from Eric's neck, pushing himself to a sitting position and moaning quietly as Eric continued to fondle and grope him, his penis quickly growing harder again. "Nnngh... b-but I..." Milo stammered, only to trail off with a most un-canine squeak, shuddering from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail, which was whipping back and forth hard enough to audibly slap against his butt on the end of each swing. Eric continued the genital massage, grinning ferally when his brother's dick throbbed in his hand; as a drop of precome emerged from the tapered tip, Eric felt Milo's inner walls clenching down on his own cock, especially on his knot, which made his toes curl up at the end of the bed. "No butts, Milo dear," he said, playfully, "unless it's the one I get to tie from now on. After all, if you're going to be my Beta, it's my duty to treat you right!" Milo gasped as Eric scratched at an especially sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft, and forced himself to get it together long enough to get a thought out. "B-Beta?" he managed, "but I thought - ohhhh, God..." Once again Eric shushed him with his magic fingers. "You thought what?" the elder brother chuckled, "That I was going to make you my Omega? Put a collar on you and make you kiss my feet? Does that sound like your big brother to you?"

It should be noted, for the aid of those non-canine members of the audience, that when the male leader of a pack, the Alpha Male, takes a female mate, she automatically becomes the Alpha Female, though she wields no real power. However, there can be only one Alpha of either gender, by ancient decree, so the mates of homosexual Alphas become the Beta Male instead, with the Alpha's closest female friend or advisor becoming the Alpha Female in his place. The reverse situation was also true of lesbian pack leaders, of course. Meanwhile, the Omega, the weakest member of the pack, lies at the opposite end of the hierarchy, essentially treated like the property of the rest of the members, disallowed from even taking a mate of their own in the first place, and expected to do anything asked of them by superior pack members; in these modern, more compassionate times, even those who still live in packs have all but abandoned the demeaning position of Omega, though Milo Thompson, the runt of the litter, had frequent worries on the subject.

The blush that appeared on Milo's cheeks and the shy smile that sprouted on his muzzle told Eric that that's exactly what his brother had worried would happen once he became his stronger brother's mate, but with a playful glint in his eyes, Milo shook his head. "Nuh-uh... I thought... I thought I would be the Alpha, and you would be the Beta," he said, a light-hearted joy in his voice. Eric laughed softly. "Mates or not, you're still a shit liar, little brother," he said, winking. His lover throbbed in his hand again, and Eric felt the tightness around his cock grow even tighter for another moment. He groaned in appreciation. "Mmmm... if you keep doing that, you're gonna get me hard again, and we'll have to wait even longer before we're free." In response, Milo deliberately clenched down again, and began to lean back and forth on top of his lover, causing Eric's prick to rub and slide against his walls slightly, accelerating its return to full erection. "Come onnnn, we just had this big capital-m Moment together, I wanna celebrate it with you," he said, obviously enjoying himself, "don't you want to share this with me?" Eric frowned just slightly, crossing his arms, but Milo's smile didn't diminish any. "I'm happy too, little brother, but it's late, if we go_again_, you'll be stuck on my cock until the sun comes up!" Winking, Milo leaned forward, placing his hands on Eric's pecs, and grinned ferally, grinding back and forth on his mate's dick as he spoke, hungrily, lustily. "Oh, I'm more than okay with that, big brother," he said, "I locked my door behind me when I left, so nobody will know I'm not sleeping there. Besides, I've been waiting for a special occasion to try this..." Before Eric could ask the obvious 'what', Milo suddenly sprang into motion. His lower legs braced against the mattress on either side of Eric, his hands forward to give himself something to lean on, the slender shepherd pulled up off his brother as much as he could, sliding up the couple of inches of cock behind Eric's knot before pushing back down. It wasn't a lot of room to work with as far as thrusting went, but he immediately went into an energetic, rapid rhythm, and Eric threw back his head and groaned in surprise as he felt the unmistakable sensation of fucking his lover's tight backside, this time with his achingly sensitive knot fully engorged from the beginning. He arched his back and let out a wordless moan, clamping his hands over his mouth before it grew into a full-fledged howl. Meanwhile, Milo was riding him rather energetically, grunting in time with his butt slapping against Eric's pelvis. "Oh - oh God," he whimpered, after a few moments, "I - I never got to admit before how m-much I - how much I like b-being fucked!" The smaller shepherd stiffened and let out another squeak as Eric remembered that he was holding onto his brother's parts; he'd stopped stroking as the lovemaking began, lost in the pleasurable sensations this new, energetic kind of mating was bringing him, but now he resumed stroking Milo's prick and fondling his balls with all the gusto he could muster. "Nnnngh!" Milo moaned through clenched teeth, eyes tightly shut. It took the brothers a few minutes to coordinate their movements enough that Eric could continue stroking Milo while he rode his big brother's knotted penis. Trembling with pleasure, leaking pre all over Eric's hands, the younger sibling let out a shuddery breath and shook his head. "G-God, Eric, I wanted to t-tell you s-so many times... you obviously d-didn't enjoy bottoming as much as I did..." he managed, between grunts, "S-sometimes I would even... I would even..." Milo trailed off, ears lowering, managing to be embarrassed even now. Eric let out a strained chuckle and helpfully finished the sentence for him. "You would even come... without touching yourself, right?"

Milo's rump slapped down onto his brother's groin again and stopped, the slender dog staring down at his lover in intense shock, his ears suddenly pricked up as if listening for an invisible sister, whispering his secrets into Eric's ear. "What did - you mean you knew?!" he said, blushing. Eric laughed softly, but not mockingly, and nodded. "Of course I knew, little brother," the elder shepherd murmured, "it's kinda hard to miss a guy blowing his load, whether he meant to or not. Prostate thing, right?" Leaning back, Milo lifted his hands to his chest, clearly wanting something to do with them to help alleviate his embarrassment, but finding nothing to toy with close at hand. "Th-then why didn't you say something?!" he asked, his ears returning to their flattened state, obviously dismayed. Releasing his brother's balls (for that was the cleaner hand), Eric reached up and took hold of Milo's own hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. "Because," he said, "I could see how embarrassed you were by it. So I played dumb, figured you'd tell me yourself if you were ever ready for me to know." Milo remained silent, biting his lip, so Eric winked up at him. "Hey, relax, dude. You were gonna tell me just now anyway, weren't you? And it's not like I've ever teased you for it before. To be honest, the idea that you could come from me fucking you is basically the biggest compliment I've ever gotten." Both brothers snickered at that one, sharing a grin. Then, releasing Milo's hand, Eric patted his mate's thigh. "Now then, how's about we get this ride started up again? I don't think I was the only one who was enjoying himself." Milo nodded as he leaned forward, putting his hands back in position to resume the loving. "You got it, stud," he said, blushing again when Eric gave him a strange look. "What? You're like my, uh, my mate now!" Milo protested, "Mates are supposed to give each other nicknames!" Eric chuckled and shrugged. "I guess so, it just seems weird to hear that coming from you." The slender shepherd pulled up as much as the knot within him would allow, and resumed the rhythm. "Ahhh, th-that's better..." he sighed, grinning as they both enjoyed the sensation of Eric's prick rubbing Milo's tight inner walls, "Well don't worry, big b-brother, you'll have p-plenty of time to get used to it."

The brothers Thompson quickly got back into a groove, Milo riding his brother with all the energy he had in his thin frame, and Eric using every trick he knew as he massaged his lover's erection and sac; Milo kept throbbing and leaking in his hands, and every time he did, he clenched down on Eric's cock, making them both shiver with need. Soon it almost became a game, to see who could make the other come first, but Milo had a distinct disadvantage; Eric had already climaxed today, so it would take either more stimulation or more time being stimulated for him to get off again, whereas Milo was twitching and whimpering and biting his lip. Eric grinned, unable to chuckle through his own hard breathing. "Getting c-close, sweetie?" he asked, teasingly. "Sh-shut up! I'll out - nnngh! - outlast you yet!" pouted Milo, who probably would have blushed if his cheeks weren't already flushed with the exertion of making love with his new mate. "Gee, I dunno, little..." he trailed off and swallowed a grunt as Milo slapped home particularly hard just as he clenched down even harder. "...Little brother, the way you're spilling pre all over me, I'd say I must be hitting your sweet spot! Mmmm, must feel g-good, why don't you just let go?" Milo opened his eyes and scowled at his brother ineffectively. "Why d-don't you just shut up?" As Milo pushed off, Eric suddenly pushed against the bed with his legs, thrusting up into Milo unexpectedly, causing the slender shepherd to yelp in surprise, throbbing hard enough that a genuine spurt of pre arced out of his cock and landed near Eric's shoulder. The elder brother remained silent, but his grin said it all; somebody's almost there. They continued for a while longer, both brothers working as hard as they could, grunting and gasping, yelping and moaning, racing towards their respective climaxes. Eventually, Milo shivered and spoke up again. "Oh God... fuck me, big brother... fuck me! I'm - I'm getting so close, I d-don't know how much longer I can fight it..." he shivered and moaned, and Eric tried to sound as soothing as he could, being as close to his own orgasm as he was. "It's okay, little b-brother," he said, "you don't - ungh - you don't have to fight it like that, just l-let go..." Milo, though, just shook his head, whimpering, and Eric couldn't help but grin; even now, Milo was embarrassed to come with someone else watching. But as he continued to ride his sibling's cock, Milo began to tense up more and more, even as he rode faster and faster. "Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh big brother... big brother!" the smaller shepherd began to mumble to himself, chanting 'big brother' like some kind of personal mantra, until he finally gasped out loud, eyes snapping open, and cried out into the night. "I - I can't hold it anymore!" he wailed, then arched his back, every muscle in his body stiffening as he moaned, a long, satisfied ohhhhh, his prick beginning to throb in his brother's hand. As Milo finally surrendered to his pleasure, Eric abandoned his brother's testicles, moving his other hand to the back of Milo's knot, where he squeezed tightly; the sensation of tying was physiologically designed to encourage a canine to ejaculate harder, so it wasn't at all uncommon for masturbating dogs to squeeze the skin just behind their knots to simulate the effect. Clearly appreciative, Milo pushed down as hard as he could, no doubt rubbing Eric's dick against his sweet spot to accent his release even more, as he began to spurt hot, sticky German shepherd come all over his brother's chest, jets of his semen falling down to rest in Eric's sweat-matted fur, eventually tapering down to a less powerful release that continued to leak productively onto his incestuous lover's attentive hands. Meanwhile, though, Milo's inner walls were clenching down on Eric's penis in time with his spurts, the reflexive motions practically 'milking' the bigger dog's dick of pre and pulling his mate right over the edge with him. Gritting his teeth to keep his own cries subdued, Eric thrust up into that tight embrace as best he could as he emptied his balls again, spilling his seed into his brother's rump for the second time that night; the orgasm was no less powerful for being an encore act, and he grunted in time with his throbs, painting the other dog's bowels with more gouts of his thick, gooey cream.

When the brothers, and now lovers (in every sense of the word), had finished, they just stayed there, in that position, panting hard and staring off into space with matching dazed expressions; Milo's tail continued to wag slowly on auto-pilot, and Eric finally let his hands fall down to his belly with a wet splat. Eventually, though, Milo began to wobble back and forth, and he whined quietly, shaking his head. "Ooooh, big brother, I... I feel dizzy..." he said, closing his eyes to try and stave off the effect. Eric sat up slightly, grunting with the effort of doing so without using his come-covered hands, reaching down to the side of the bed as he did so. "Just a sec, Milo," he said, grabbing a conspicuous towel and wiping his hands with it; he then brought it up to dab up most of the semen on his chest, making himself presentable, if not 'clean'. Tossing the slightly soiled towel to the floor, Eric reached up and put a hand on Milo's shoulder, then gently tugged forward, easing his brother back down to lie on his mate's chest. Milo sighed happily as he snuggled against the bigger shepherd, and Eric wrapped his arms around his lover and hold him tight. "Mmmm... I love you, Eric," murmured Milo, looking more content in his brother's arms than the other dog had seen him in months. "Love you too, little man," replied his brother, leaning in to kiss the crown of the smaller dog's head. "And I'm glad to hear it," Eric continued, "because after that, we're definitely going to be tied for the rest of the night." Milo giggled tiredly, clenching down on Eric's length within him; Eric could feel the semen around his prick shifting around with the change in pressure, and shivered naughtily. "That's okay, I'm perfectly content just to go to sleep right here," the younger shepherd said, then sighed dramatically. "It's just too bad really... you came twice tonight, and I only came once," he said, the playful grin on his face suggesting he wasn't nearly as serious as he sounded, "You still owe me an orgasm, big brother, but I'm too tired to wait until I can come again." Eric chuckled and patted his mate's butt. "Milo, if I got you off again, you'd squeeze down on my dick, and then I'd get hard," he said, "and we'd end up in a cycle of endless fucking until we either got caught or died of dehydration." Milo giggled at that, and nuzzled his lover's chest. Eric waited until he had eye contact again to continue. "Tell you what, little dude," he said, "Tomorrow, once I manage to get my dick out of you, I'll treat you to one of those special BJs that always make your toes curl up. Then we'll be even. How's that sound?" Giggling again, softly, Milo beamed up at the other shepherd. "It sounds heavenly, big brother," he replied, "Better be careful, though, or we'll be in bed all day!" They both smiled at that, and then there was a moment of silence. Eric just lay there, enjoying the moment, holding his mate in his arms, feeling the warmth of his brother's fuzzy body against his own, and of course, feeling the uniquely canine connection that came from having his penis quite firmly trapped in the tightness under his brother's tail. But after a little while, he coughed and raised his voice again. "Uhh... we got a bit more, you know, energetic than usual there... you feeling okay, ah, back there, little brother?" Milo looked up at him and grinned, too tired to blush. "Heh, yeah..." he said, "I, uh, might be a little sore in the morning, but I think I can handle it... worth it, anyway." Looking down the bed, he took hold of Eric's blanket and pulled it up and over them, then snuggled back down against his brother. But Eric's mind wasn't quite ready to rest yet. "Milo... I hate to bring this up, but it's important. What, uh..." he sighed, forcing himself to continue, "What are you going to do about Angela Taylor?" Milo stiffened for a moment and then let out a sigh of his own, one that sounded distinctly regretful. "...I think I'm gonna tell her everything, Eric," he said, quietly, avoiding his lover's gaze, "She of all people deserves the truth. I... I think she's going to be okay with it, if I know her as well as I hope I do. I think we both knew that it wasn't going to work out in the end, and we've been friends a lot longer than we were... whatever we are now, so she'll probably just be relieved to be going back to the way things used to be." He left it at that, though there was no doubt more to say, but for now, Eric let the matter lie, satisfied with the idea that Milo wasn't just shutting the problem out of his head. To his surprise, the other dog snickered. "You know," Milo muttered, "it isn't even telling Gela I'm dreading the most." Placing a hand on his brother's back and beginning to pet him like a feral, Eric grinned down at him. "No? What's that, then, love?" he said, curiously. Milo snickered and glanced up at his mate, a playful grin on his sleepy face. "The thing I'm dreading the most is the I-told-you-so we're going to get when we finally tell Annie... Annie... Annie... Annie..."

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"...Annie? Annie? Helloooooo, Annie, anybody home?" The shapely shepherd blinked repeatedly, slightly confused. "Huh? Wha- oh, Milo, it's you." Anne Thompson sat at the dinner table in the kitchen, chin leaned onto an arm, which she now lowered to the table self-consciously, adjusting her glasses with her other hand as her youngest brother gave her a strange look while he spread peanut butter onto a piece of toast. "You okay, Annie?" he asked, "I came down to make a sandwich, like, ten minutes ago, and you've just been staring off into space with that goofy grin the whole time." She blushed, embarrassed to be caught like that, and shrugged. "Sorry, Milo, I was just, uh, daydreaming, I guess..." she said, resisting the urge to toy with her hands, feeling irrationally guilty. "Must have been some daydream," Milo said, sending a smarmy grin her way as he sliced up a banana and added its sections to his sandwich, "you were totally disconnected. I think you even giggled at one point. Was it about a guy? I bet it was about a guy." Anne didn't rise to the challenge of her little brother's teasing and just crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair and smiling lightly at him. "Sort of," she said, "I was just thinking about... about how much hotter it would be if you and Eric had knots." She left out the rest of the scenario, but Milo still snorted derisively as he closed his sandwich together, shaking his head in amusement. "Knots? Jeez, Annie, do you really think we'd even be messing around like this if there was a chance we'd accidentally tie each other? The last thing I'd ever want is to get shotgun wedding'd to my own brother!" As Milo walked off, taking a bite out of his creation and snickering to himself in disbelief at the idea, Anne ran the details of her fantasy through her head again, and then put on a most devious smile. "Hey, Milo?" she called after her brother, "Where is Eric?" The small shepherd stopped in the entryway to the kitchen, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing before he answered. "Uhhh... I think he said he was going to go studying with what's-her-name, that Rottweiler girl from his class..." he said, "You ask me, he's just continuing his mission to ask every girl alive out on a date. Probably be back for dinner, though, why? You two plotting against me again?" Anne just shook her head, sending her brother a smile that made him shift on his feet, blushing. "Not exactly... but, uh, Milo... do you guys have any plans tonight?" Anne asked, giggling at the disapproving look on the other shepherd's face. Milo probably would have seen right through that question even if she hadn't just mentioned the knot thing. Keeping the innocent look on her face, she batted her eyes at him and smiled. "Do you need me to help set anything up?" she asked, "Mood music, scented candles, massage oil, that kind of thing?" Milo crossed his arms and openly glared at her, though there wasn't much genuine malice behind his eyes. "Jeez, Annie, when we do have 'plans', we just get together and do it, you make it sound like a big romantic date or something." Laughing softly, Annie winked at her brother and shrugged. "Hey," she said, beaming happily, "a girl can dream, can't she?"