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I woke up and realized I'd been crying again. Damn it, I told myself I'd stop doing that! My brother would be back any day now, and _then_I'd look silly.

Derek had been gone for an entire week now, and still the police had nothing. Officially he was listed as a runaway, and I hope that's the case. If he ran away, he could always run back. I still remembered the last thing he said to me before heading out the back door and disappearing...

"But I covered for you yesterday...", he'd said. I couldn't even remember what stupid game I was playing at the time, but I ignored him. He let the dogs out, and disappeared from my life.

My parents tell me it wasn't my fault; that Derek loved me, and he left for some other reason. I don't know. I was always making him do my chores, and I hardly spent any time with him. Maybe he knew I never defended him when the other seventh graders called him a dog-fucker? Maybe he'd somehow overheard me joining in?

I only said it because I didn't want the other kids accusing me, too.

The police questioned all his high school friends, but none of them had any inkling that Derek might run away. Dad thought that Derek might have run away when Ben's new dog, Tinkerbell, got into the yard and bred with Beefstick. Dad was mad, of course, because he was a responsible breeder, but not mad enough to justify my brother's running away and never coming back. We kept expecting Derek to show up that night, or in the morning, but he didn't, day after day.

At least at school I was distracted. It was the first Saturday since Derek left, and if I wasn't careful, I'd start crying again. I needed to get out - to do something. Somehow I didn't think Call of Duty was going to cut it today.

I got up and threw on my Taekwondo pants; I'd shower after working out a little. I really felt I needed to punch and kick things, and the punching bag outside called to me. I tossed on a white t-shirt and headed down the stairs, noting the clock. Noon. I'd slept badly yet again.

The crisp, autumn air really helped to wake me up and dry my eyes. We always cleaned up after our dogs, so I didn't bother getting shoes, just walking across the grass to the punching back. I started with my favorite kick: a spinning jump crescent kick, right at the top of the back. _Smack!_It felt good to finally be out and doing something, even if I'd rather be searching for Derek. My parents made me promise not to go looking though, and to leave it to the police.

They didn't want to lose me, too.

Thwack!

Front kick! Backfist! Sidekick! The bag went flying as my foot shot through it, bouncing back as the chain reached its end. Even in the light breeze, I was working up a sweat, breathing carefully just as I'd been taught. I wouldn't get my second degree black belt if I couldn't manage my air.

"Hey, Zack..."

I jumped, spinning around. There, at the fence, was Ben. I knew what he'd done to Derek over the last few years, so I narrowed my eyes. But even as much of a jerk as he'd been, wouldn't he be sympathetic now that Derek was missing?

"Yeah?" I said, clipping the end.

"I just want to say, I'm sorry about what happened to your brother."

I took a tentative step forward, treading carefully. "Yeah."

Ben looked down, then up at me. His eyes were shining - was he crying? The fourteen-year-old choked up, saying, "I can't help but feel somehow responsible. Maybe if I hadn't teased him, he wouldn't have run away..."

"It wasn't that, or he would have run away a long time ago," I shrugged, not sure whether or not I believed the older boy. Besides, if he ran away, it was because of me.

"I just hope," Ben said, "that wherever he is, he's happy."

"Yeah," I said. Whatever. I just wished he'd leave me alone!

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

Ben peered over the fence at me, looking me up and down like Sensei Johnson. "You don't look okay. You...wanna hang out? I got nothing going on today anyway. We could watch a movie or something."

I wrinkled up my face. Spending time with _Ben?_From what I'd heard... How could I even consider hanging out with this boy after what he'd done to Derek? But what excuse could I give? I didn't have anything going on, either.

Ben said, "Have you seen American Pie?"

My eyes went wide. Of course I hadn't seen it. It was an old movie now, but my parents still knew about it from when Derek was younger and asked to see it with Ben. Boy did he get in trouble when they looked up the movie!

"My parents wouldn't let me."

"Do you only do what your parents say?" he asked. "They don't have to know."

I didn't know what to say. I was curious, for sure, but I was only twelve and it was rated 'R'. And not your normal kind of 'R', but 'R' for sexual content. There was like a 'fatwa' on sex at my house: internet filters, monitored movies and games, and we were even pulled out of the school's sex education classes. My parents would _kill_me if they found out! But would they find out? With Derek still missing, would they even care?

Ben interrupted my obvious hesitance, saying, "Come on, I promise it'll take your mind off of Derek better than kicking that bag will."

I grimaced at Ben, but I knew he was right. And as much as I'd seen dogs breeding, I was a fair bit more interested in my_own_ species. "Alright, fine, but if you tell my parents, they won't believe you."

"You don't have to worry about that, I promise," he said, smiling.

I nodded carefully, and went through the gate to Ben's yard, following the older boy into his house. We walked right into the kitchen, which was far, far messier than my parents let our house get. There were magazines piled up on the dinner table, dirty pots and pans in the sink, and haphazardly placed appliances covering the counters and even the top of the refrigerator. _My_parents would have yelled at Derek and me to clean it up ages ago, but as I looked closer at all the magazines and junk, I wondered if maybe Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks were the problem. I doubted that Ben or Sarah reads "Home and Garden" or needed an electric mushroom slicer.

"Want a drink? Gatorade maybe?" Ben offered.

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

"Let's see," he said, looking through the refrigerator and grabbing a little bottle of some clear Gatorade. "We only have watermelon."

"That's fine," I said, shrugging as I grabbed the small bottle.

Ben started up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" I asked, pointing to the television in the living room. "Aren't we going to watch that movie?" I tried to play it cool, but I really did want to see the it. Maybe I'd finally understand all the references the other kids made.

"Oh, the T.V. in my room is way bigger," he said simply.

I opened the bottle of Gatorade as I followed him up the stairs. His room was the first one on the right, and he walked right inside. I followed, lifting the drink to my lips.

Ben's room was even messier. Dirty clothes were strewn on the floor and his bed, and all over his closet. He did have a huge T.V., 24 inches at least, and I wondered why Ben got a better T.V. than the rest of the family. And a mini-fridge! And his own computer! And his own dog - there was Tinkerbell, lying on the floor, the smallish German Shepherd relaxing lazily in the clothes.

Until she saw me standing there with that bottle in my hand. It all happened so fast, I can't recall it clearly. I took a gulp of Gatorade, and the dog barked, jumping straight at me, paws forward. Ben yelled, "Hey!" and I coughed on the drink, pulling the bottle away and putting my free hand in front of me. The sixty-pound bitch collided straight into my chest, but I set my feet and she barely put a dent in me.

Tinkerbell barked and jumped again, but Ben was there, grabbing her collar and yanking her back. "I don't know what's gotten into her!" he gasped.

My heart was racing. What if she'd tried to bite me? I wiped the sweat from my forehead, while the dog kept barking madly at me, choking herself in her attempts to reach me. I'd never seen a dog act like that before! I took a big gulp of Gatorade to cool myself off, and then another one. "Maybe she smells my dogs on me..."

"Calm down, girl!" Ben urged, clapping a hand around her muzzle so that her frantic barks became nothing more than muffled whimpers. Still she struggled in Ben's grasp, but weighing less than a third his weight, she was helpless.

"It's okay, girl," I said soothingly, finishing off my drink and tossing the bottle in the trash. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." I crouched down in front of her to appear smaller, making sure not to look her straight in the eye. She was really freaked out, staring straight at me. Very strange for a dog.

"Shush, shhhhh," Ben whispered into her trembling ears. It finally seemed to be working, however. She was calming down, though her wide eyes showed her fear.

I offered my hand slowly to her, as Ben let go of her muzzle, and she didn't make any effort to attack me. "It's okay. I'll just sit over here so she doesn't freak out again. Movie?"

Ben waited for me to sit in the swivelling chair, then let go of Tinkerbell and approached the T.V. I glanced over at the dog, and she was staring straight at me, ears flat, as if she expected me to do something at any moment. I stayed put, while Ben slid the DVD into his player.

"This movie is _sooo_hilarious," Ben promised.

He grabbed the remote, skipping past the stuff at the front of the movie and playing it right away. I sat at the front of my seat, watching nervously as the opening scene began to play. I couldn't believe I was actually sneaking off to watch an 'R'-rated movie! The pure sneakiness was thrilling me.

The movie was, in fact, hilarious, but I could understand why my parents didn't want me to see it. It was _all_about sex, and I could hardly believe how much they were showing! I'd never seen anything like it, and I'd barely gone fifteen minutes before popping a boner. I shifted my legs to hide it, transfixed on the screen.

Tinkerbell stared at me for even longer, but after a while she seemed to calm down, and then, weirdly, seemed to be watching the movie, too! I'd never seen a dog watch T.V. before, but I guess when something as interesting as American Pie was on...

I'd finished the Gatorade ages ago, and was getting pretty thirsty again, when Ben opened his little fridge and said, "Hey, check this out, Zack."

I looked over there, and watched as Ben removed a shiny white piece of cardboard from the back of the fridge, revealing a secret stash of bottles...of beer. I dropped my jaw, even as he pulled one out, popped the top with a bottle opener, and offered it to me.

I froze, trying to remember all the things my parents had said to do whenever someone offered me drugs, but my heart was racing and I couldn't come up with anything. I just sat there, flabbergasted, until Ben said, "Oh, come on, it's only a beer. It's not going to _kill_you. Don't make me drink mine, alone."

I couldn't, could I? I was already breaking all the rules by watching this movie. I was only twelve for God's sake! Still, I was really thirsty, and what young adult wasn't interested in trying alcohol? I took it from him, glancing over at Tinkerbell who was watching me and bristling. Weird dog, I thought, taking a drink.

Blegh! It was disgusting! I choked it down, watching Ben take a gulp without even flinching. Well, it did slake my thirst at least, so I took another drink, trying to grimace a little less so that I didn't look like such a baby to Ben. Why did people _like_this stuff?

As if the first half of the movie wasn't awesome enough, the second half was incredible. Everything was drop-dead funny, and Ben and I were reduced to giggling fits. Better, all of the kids ended up actually having sex. God, how I wished I were them. Maybe Derek was off...fucking girls or something. I took another gulp, but my beer was out. Looking down, I noticed two other empty bottles in my lap. Had I really had three?

"Oh...my...God," I slurred, "That was the most funniest movie ever."

"Hell yeah," Ben said, stretching his arms. "But it always makes me so hard."

"Yeah, I - what?" I asked, looking over at Ben.

"Always reminds me of my first. You ever fucked a girl, Zack?"

I'd never even seen a girl naked. I shook my head, speechless.

"It's pretty great," he said simply. "Too bad my most recent girl just moved north. Porn is great and everything, but it's nothing like the 'real thing'."

Ben had had a girlfriend? I didn't remember any, but then, my brother and he'd stopped hanging out over a year ago. Ben was just starting high school, and he'd already lost his virginity? There were girls I liked at school, but I hadn't even built up the nerve to ask one to dance, much less 'go steady'.

"Porn?" I asked, feeling so young and inexperienced. Didn't his internet have a filter on it like us?

"Yeah, of course. What do you want, stories? Magazines? Videos?"

"Videos??" I gasped. He couldn't be serious!

But Ben just smiled and walked over to his computer, double-clicking a folder right there on his desktop. Inside were 30 gigs of videos, each with a title more interesting than the next. "How come your parents don't find these?" I asked, trembling, walking over beside the older boy.

"I just lock my computer whenever I leave. They don't really check up on me. Here, how about 'Black Dicks in White Chicks'?" he asked, clicking the video.

I froze. I was absolutely _not_ready for this. Watching porn with another person? Not to mention an asshole like Ben. But he'd already clicked the video, and it was loading as I watched. I couldn't look away.

They were completely naked. American Pie had _nothing_on this. I swear my brain almost exploded from information overload, looking at the girls' pussies, the guy's dicks, breasts... There wasn't any plot in this one, and just a few seconds into the video, one girl was sucking a dude off while the other two were having actual sex, right there in front of me. I stood there, rigid...in more ways than one.

"Pretty good, huh?" Ben asked, as the three-minute video ended.

I didn't even look at him before saying, "Another one."

He double-clicked on a ten-minute video called 'Barely Legal 13: Eighteenth Birthday Orgies'. Four guys and four high-school girls, each doing things I'd only ever seen before in 'Black Dicks in White Chicks'. I watched, transfixed, until this video ended too, and glanced over at Ben.

_His pants were open, and his dick was out!_I dropped my jaw, cutting off whatever I had been about to say. Holy shit, he was masturbating right in front of me! I'd touched myself a little a few times, until my dick started to hurt, but that was it. I also noticed Tinkerbell sitting on my other side, her eyes on the computer monitor. Did dogs watch porn, too? _Human_porn?

"Go ahead and drop your pants, I don't care," Ben said, clicking the next video, 'Human Bitches: Ruff Sex.'

There weren't any men in this one. Just a twenty-year old in an empty room with a black labrador. It took me several seconds to register what happened next. She had the dog on his side and was rubbing his sheath. I was dumbfounded. It couldn't be real, could it? But there weren't any special effects or anything. Just a girl and a dog sporting a huge boner. I gasped when the woman slid her mouth around the dog's wet cock.

"Come on," Ben said, humping against his hands. "Drop your pants."

My dick was pressing hard against my Taekwondo pants, so I untied them and let them fall around my ankles. Without looking away from the woman and the dog, I cupped my hard-on through my underwear. I had no idea this sort of thing even existed. As much as what the woman was doing weirded me out, I _had_to keep watching.

Together, the three of us watched the video until I saw the girl pull her lips off of the dog's cock and crawl on her hands and knees in front of him, spreading her legs. "She's not really going to..." I said, incredulous.

"Just watch," Ben replied.

The black lab walked over to her and sniffed her clean-shaven pussy, then started to climb on top of her. "Holy shit...she can't!" I said. Wasn't this illegal!? Who would_actually_ let a dog_fuck_ them!?

The camera descended behind the two, looking up and between her legs, leaving no doubt about what happened next. I held my cock tight, trembling with anticipation, just knowing that something was going to interrupt them. Maybe one of those black men from the first video would barge in. They couldn't really show a woman having sex with a dog!

Hump!

The big, swollen, red cock pushed right into the girl's pussy, spreading her wide while she gasped. They were doing it - really doing it. My dick started to really hurt again, and I had to let go, panting. They showed several different shots, but all of them showed the truth: she was fucking a dog. "Oh...my...God..." I gasped.

It didn't last as long as I wanted. He humped her for a minute or two before knotting her like a bitch in heat. She was not just willing to fuck him, she seemed to be really loving it, shuddering and moaning and clawing at the ground. My dick ached, and I wasn't even touching it!

The video ended, leaving the room in silence other than Ben and my heavy breathing. He was still running his fingers over his dick and groaning, but he managed to gasp, "I've got hundreds of videos just like that."

Hundreds!? Not only did they find one willing woman, they'd found many. "Who would..._do_that?" I asked.

"It's not that big of a deal," Ben said, shrugging. "It's just a dog. You're telling me you've never tried to get your dogs to lick you?"

"W-_What??_No!" I stammered.

"I let Tinkerbell suck me off every morning. She loves it."

My eyes widened, and I looked at Tinkerbell to my left. Almost as if she sensed my gaze, she hung her head. "You're_kidding_."

"No, I'm not. Here, I'll show you. Tinkerbell!" he called, swivelling his chair to present his wet dick in the air.

But if Tinkerbell loved it, she sure didn't show it. She took one look at Ben's cock and looked away, ears flattened. "Bad girl!" he admonished. "Come."

Still she sat there, rump glued to the floor. "Aww, I guess she's too shy to perform in front of her br... In front of us bros. Here, I've got an idea," he added, tossing me his cell phone.

"What?"

"You're going to want to record this," he said, grinning.

I turned on the camera, holding up the phone, even as I stuttered, "W-What are you going to do?"

Ben gave me a knowing glance, though I had no idea what I was supposed to know. He said simply, "Just watch." With that, he got up, his half-drawn pants and underpants sliding down around his ankles. He kicked them both off, now wearing just a shirt and socks. I recorded, frozen in place as Ben walked over to the cowering canine. She looked up, surprised to see him, and she yipped when he grabbed her by the shoulders. The broad-shouldered fourteen-year-old easily picked up the sixty-pound German Shepherd, kneeling as he pulled her closer. Then, he turned her around until she was facing away from the camera, keeping one hand on the scruff of her neck, and the other firmly around her tail.

Whimpering, the young dog struggled in Ben's grasp, and I noticed then that she was definitely_in heat. Below her raised tail lay the puffiest, swollenest spade I'd ever seen. She shouldn't have been, since she was already deep in season heat a week ago when I'd watched Beefstick breed her_hard. I guess her period must have _just_started.

"She's got other holes that can't resist me. Are you getting this?" Ben asked, lifting himself so that, still on his knees, his rather large dick was hovering just inches from that wet, bouncing mound.

Whining, obviously in distress, Tinkerbell pushed and pulled against the hands holding her neck and tail, but she could do nothing to stop the boy. Does he really mean to...? The bitch clearly_didn't want it, but I was too transfixed to think about _her. "You...you can't!" I yelped, still managing to keep the camera dead center.

"Don't worry, Zack. She'll _love_this."

My jaw dropped as he made good on his innuendo. Right in front of me, and on tape, my brother's former friend pushed his fat cock up and into his female dog. At an angle behind the two, there was no mistaking it. I could see his pink flesh sliding up _inside_her outstretched lips, both like and unlike the many times I'd seen our dogs breed a horny female. Whether Tinkerbell was horny or not, she dropped her jaw and howled, but her voice fell on an otherwise empty house.

Now violating his dog right in front of me, Ben let go of the German Shepherd's tail, reaching forward to grab her around her front legs, one hand firmly around her collar. Ben leaned over her, humping his hips as he wedged himself deeper and deeper into her. The porn videos were one thing, but watching this lewd display only a few feet from where I recorded it... I couldn't look away.

Ben lifted his butt to hammer her harder, giving me a good few of his asshole, and also his balls, hovering just above where his dick speared the whimpering dog. He grunted and said, "Take it, Slutpuppy! It's about time I gave you what we both know you _really_want."

She was just a dog, obviously, but his words really seemed to affect her. She laid back her ears, jumping and struggling. But nothing she did could dislodge the large teenager fucking her. Ben just groaned and slammed forward, wet _smacks_filling the air. Her whining was so loud that it finally got through to my (admittedly, pretty buzzed) brain and I realized he was _raping_her.

"Ben, stop," I said, though I placed the camera upright on the desk to keep recording. "She doesn't like it!"

"Oh yes she does," he countered, moaning and gritting his teeth. With great effort, Ben managed to slow his thrusts, and say, "See?"

Sure enough, even when Ben was doing nothing, Tinkerbell was now humping and even wagging her tail! When Ben let go of her collar, she just yelped and kept shuddering around him, allowing Ben to get a nice firm grip around her hips to start really_going to town on her rump. Looking at the dog's face, I saw her ears flat against her head, but she was moaning. Her one visible eye was glancing back at me, and if I didn't know better, I would _swear_she was _blushing at me.

I nodded, my throat dry, unable to say or do anything except put my hands to my cock. My underwear was in the way, so I quickly lifted my butt up and slid them off, gripping my dick with both hands as I watched.

Ben's cock spread her apart again and again, until the boy was sounding a constant moan. I knew he couldn't last much longer. But, it turns out, Tinkerbell came first, howling again with a different tone. Her tongue spilled out of her mouth as she began to shudder, her claws digging into the floor. She bounced up and down in Ben's grip, chest heaving, and from what I could see, her vulva was spread wide and clenching down around the base of Ben's fully-buried cock. "Oh God!" Ben yelled. "Here it comes, gay-boy!"

At the time, I didn't even think about that weird name, I was just entranced watching Ben tremble and cum into his bitch. I sat in awe at the fourteen-year-old. I'd never even really masturbated fully, but here he was, going all the way with a_dog_. I could only guess at how many actual girls he must have fucked!

The groaning boy's balls trembled, but after only a few seconds he'd spent himself inside of Tinkerbell. Gasping, he fell backward, leaning back against his deck and leaving the dog trembling on the floor with her rump raised to the camera, showing off her white-splattered pussy. Her mound still bounced, as if she were still cumming.

"Holy fuck!" I said, simply, humping softly into my hands. Looking down, I saw that my tip was dripping with pre-cum.Gross. But I could worry about that later. My cock was burstingly ready, and I needed to cum bad. Just one more look at Tinkerbell's gaping spade was enough, and with a grunt, I shot my wad all over my stomach. The built-up pain disappeared, replaced with the most mind-blowing pleasure I'd ever experienced. I moaned and squirted with all of my might until I was sore. It came suddenly - one second I was humping and groaning, and the next I had to pull my hands off my dick, yelping in pain.

Ben had fully recovered by the time I could think again, after experiencing my first orgasm. He laughed. I gasped for breath, then took another look at Tinkerbell. The bitch was curled up on the floor, ramming her tongue into her own pussy as she lapped up every last drop of Ben's cum that she could reach. My cock jumped, but damn did it hurt. I tried hard to watch without getting turned on.

Tinkerbell was looking up at me while she licked, her posture very meek. Her ears were laid back, her tail tucked between her legs, and her gaze looked strangely desperate - like nothing I'd ever seen on a dog before. Most dogs avoided eye contact, but she was looking straight at me, like she knew me.

But no, I was imagining things. She is just a dog.

* * * * *

"You'd better clean up your br...Zack, too," Ben suggested.

I winced. Was Ben slipping up on purpose to rub it in my face? Zack was too buzzed to really pick up on the clues that 'Tinkerbell' wasn't what she seemed, and besides, even if Ben outright told my brother that I was Derek, the twelve-year-old _still_wouldn't believe him. I wouldn't either, in his position. What had happened to me was absolutely crazy!

When I looked over at the sticky mess all over Zack's belly, my disgust was tinged with lust. Whether it was part of the magic or not, I just _had_to slurp up every last drop of cum I could find. I could ignore Ben, for now, concentrating instead on my heat-swollen pussy, but my face was burning as I slid my tongue deep inside those folds while my own brother watched.

As embarrassing as it was to eat myself out in front of Ben and Zack, what had happened just prior was worse. Why hadn't I just agreed to suck Ben off? He was right, I _did_enjoy it. But no, I had to resist, and yet again Ben took it to the next level. He was so strong, there was nothing I could do when he grabbed me, spinning me around. By the time I knew what he meant to do, his cock was already pressing up against my cunt!

Now who is the dog-fucker? I knew Ben was screwed up in the head, but I never thought he would fuck a dog right in front of another person. He'd even demanded Zack tape it. Imagine if _that_video got sent around school? Then people would know which of us was really the pervert!

But Ben didn't seem ashamed in the least. Unlike me. I'd been horrified at first when Ben stuck his dick in me. I tried as best I could to weasel out of his grasp, but he was too strong for me. Zack wasn't any help either, and by the time he protested, it was already too late. The feel of my former friend's fat cock spreading my wet, swollen pussy apart had already infected my mind. He wasn't bigger than the many dogs I'd had, but he was almost as long and the same width throughout, instead of tapering. I felt like I had a steel rod up my cooch, pounding up against my clit.

I shuddered then, for two_reasons. I was disgusted and violated, being raped by Ben _in front of Zack. I couldn't help but watch my brother rubbing off to me, heat rushing to my face. How could Ben_do_ this? Sure, the fourteen-year-old had made me suck him off a dozen times, but this was different. Ben Hendricks would now always be the first human I'd slept with! I wonder if I'm his first female ever.

As much as I hated Ben, furious that he'd now started to involve my brother, the also shuddered from sheer pleasure. The wet smack, smack, smack of his thick cock spreading me apart again and again made me hump and moan, my body just as horny and eager for Ben as for the many dogs who'd sampled my wares. To my everlasting humiliation, I came before Ben, trembling in his arms. I clenched down hard around him, my hips flying this way and that, whimpering and desperate to feel him shoot his load deep inside of me. My pussy lips squeezed and massaged him until finally I pleasured my captor enough that he could hold back no longer. With a_splurt_, he gave me exactly what I wanted - what I needed - a hot dose of cum.

With no knot to tie me, when he was done with me he just pushed me away. I barely lasted two seconds before I curled up into a ball, searching frantically for every last drop of his seed that I could manage to reach with my flexible tongue. If I thought the flavor was addictive before, now, mixed with my own juices, it was ambrosia! I slurped_and _slobbered until nothing was left, well aware that my brother was getting off to it.

And now Ben was ordering me to clean my own brother up. Zack's mouth hung open as he looked at me, and despite myself, I licked my lips. Ben's orders would have made no difference - I_needed_ to lap up Zack's cum. I started moving, while Ben's hand grabbed the camera.

I hustled over to the twelve-year-old, my mind revolting the whole time. This is your brother,Derek. What are you thinking!? Over and over I commanded myself to stop walking forward, but just as often I ignored myself. I was already drooling, eyes fixed on the sticky, white goo. It had to be magic; there was no way I would feel this way about Zack.

Zack, of course, had no idea Tinkerbell was really his older brother. He stayed put, dumbfounded as I stopped in front of him, managing to hesitate only one second before I reached out with my large, soft tongue. Zack gasped as I wrapped my tongue around his half-erect cock, searching every inch for any spare droplets. Then, the younger boy moaned, placing his hands on my head. I laid my ears back, blushing harder than ever as my brother directed my snout around his stomach, pointing out every last blob. So gross! I thought, but I devoured every delicious morsel.

I turned to his tip, last, where one last bead of cum rested. I engulfed his cock from the base up to swallow the last, but by the time my tongue had come away, another drop appeared. Zack groaned and said, "Owww."

I didn't care. I licked again, savoring the salty musk of his cum. Now Zack clumsily pushed me away, but in the swivelling chair, he couldn't get enough purchase. I licked again, and again, the boy's dick hardening in my mouth.

"Hey, Tinkerbell, stop!" he yelped, finally pushing me away. But he was already rock hard again, his dick and stomach smooth and wet, as much as the extra attention caused him to wince.

Ben, who'd been filming the whole thing, set the camera up and then got up. I didn't even notice him until his arms were around me and he flipped me onto my back on the bed. I whimpered, but he hopped on the bed, holding me down by my chest. "Ready for _your_turn, Zack?"

Oh no, no, no. No. Ben had positioned me with my rump up against the edge of his bed, my slender hind legs dangling uselessly up in the air, and my wet, abused pussy pointing straight at my brother. I wished I could control my spade - it was bouncing like an eager bitch in heat, which I guess was a little more than half true. Zack knew enough about dogs to know what that meant.

"You're kidding..." Zack said, his throat sounding dry.

"C'mon. _I_hit it. Look how much she wants it!"

I whined, but how could either of them tell the difference between a whine of horror and one of lust? Especially when my tail was wagging of its own accord?

"But I've never...done it before," my brother protested.

Ben just scoffed. "It's just a dog. She doesn't count."

I shook my head frantically. I was _not_about to get fucked by my own _brother!_He wasn't really considering it, was he? I was a _dog_for God's sake. _Ben_might be a perv, but not Zack. Not my little brother...

"You won't tell anybody?" Zack asked. Why is he even asking!? "Turn off that camera," he said, pointing to it.

Ben said, "Come on. I swear. Besides, I'll be on the tape, too."

Zack paused. He's really considering it! How drunk did he get? He wasn't slurring any words anymore... I shook my head back and forth even harder, but my brother didn't even notice. He was too busy looking between my legs. "This is crazy," he said.

Yes, it's crazy. You aren't going to fuck a dog. You aren't going to fuck your big brother!

Ben said, "Yeah, you'd be crazy to pass up a free piece of tail." He chuckled at his own joke, and then said, "You're not gay, are you?"

"What? No!" he protested, getting up and pulling off his shirt so that all he was wearing was his socks. "I'm doing it."

I dropped my jaw, frozen in shock as I looked up at Zack, his eyes scanning up the length of my body before stepping forward. This can't be happening!

Ben leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Here he comes, Slutpuppy. I bet you're _really_going to like this."

I tried desperately to close my legs, but Zack pulled them apart, lowering himself until he was straddling the edge of the bed. The cock I'd just slurped back to life lowered to my waiting cunt. I shivered in horrified anticipation, knowing that there was nothing I could do. Thanks entirely to Ben, my little brother was about to lose his virginity...in me.

Zack paused, his hands resting on my chest. Thank God. He's finally realizing that he's just twelve, that he's too drunk to be considering something so irreversible, that he's naked in front of perhaps the most horrible boy in the entire school district, that his parents don't even want him watching porn_, that his cock still hurts from cumming so recently, that I'm a_ dog, God damn it, a dog! He couldn't know that the bitch beneath him was actually his brother, but there were a thousand reasons for him to turn back now. The entire world seemed to be holding its breath as he hovered there, saliva-coated dick brushing up against my puffy lips.

"Well?" Ben said impatiently, pinning me tightly to the bed.

He's not going to do it! He's not going to do it!

"I can't believe I'm doing this...!" he said, incredulous, and just like that, he pushed himself inside of me.

I yelped as my brother's dick slid smoothly into my silky, soaked spade. His body met mine, resting heavily on top of me as our chests rubbed against each other. I spread apart easily for him, until with a splorch!_he hilted himself inside of me. I trembled beneath him as he held himself there, feeling Zack's balls resting heavily on my tail. He was panting heavily, content to just experience the hot vise of my cunt around his virgin cock. "Oh my God, _Tinkerbell," he winced, and I could tell that alongside the pleasure, his oversensitive cock was burning. But that wasn't about to stop the pre-teen.

He wrapped his arms around me and began to thrust, dragging my quivering passage back before plunging in again. The rolling motion of his hips sent my splayed hind legs waving back and forth in the air, but it was his cock I felt most. He wasn't as big as Ben, but in this position, his erection seemed to poke up against my clit even harder than when Ben had taken me, and though I was mortified, I couldn't help but let out a high-pitched whine and being to hump up against my younger brother.

Ben let go, knowing that his job was done. Even if I_wanted_ to squirm out of this situation, the half-drunk, horny tween wasn't about to let me go. He moaned and speared my again, my tail thudding_back and forth between his legs. I had cum for Pancakes and I'd cum for Beefstick. I had cum for Samson, and for Sarah. For all the dogs at the trainyard, and even the wolf. Even _Ben. But no, never, not my little brother!

I just have to hold out long enough. Gritting my teeth, I tried to pretend I was somewhere else. I tried to think of fat guys at school, of my own mother. Anything but Zack! Surely I could outlast him. He was just a kid, and a virgin at that. He'd spend himself in me and that would be it. I could live with that.

Zack began to pull back _almost_all the way, just his tip buried in me before sliding smoothly in. I was forced to endure the full length of his cock grinding up against my clit, but I wouldn't give in. His hands began to roam my chest, rubbing my teats in a way that sent tingles throughout my body. I bit my own lip until it began to bleed, trying to focus on the pain.

My resolve began to slip when he leaned forward so hard that he pressed up against my inner-most walls. Against my will, my hips resumed pumping up and down, jerking his cock up and down rapidly. He was sweating now, the musky scent of his adolescent body wafting up to my nose and triggering all the wrong feelings.

He hugged me again, gripping me tighter as he pounded me. Our eyes were almost level and I saw that his were half-lidded in his ecstasy. Surely he can't last much longer! I blinked, realizing suddenly that my paws were wrapped around my brother's back.

Next to go was my voicebox. I gritted my teeth, but the moans and groans still escaped. I could feel the almost painful heat building up in my loins, growing every second that Zack was inside me. Why was I whimpering? Was it instincts or magic? Or simply pleasure?

Glancing over, I saw that Ben was on the camera, watching us with a grin. I blushed furiously, thankful that he couldn't see it through my fur. With a little editing, he'd finally have proof that at least one of the Smith brothers was a dog-fucker. I wondered idly how long he would wait before posting that video on Facebook. Zack, you shouldn't have trusted him...

Yip!

A particularly rough hump brought me back to the present. My brother was panting heavily, his face only inches from mine. I revelled in his scent, tail wagging as I whined pitifully. Ben had hardly lasted three minutes, but Zack was easily on his fifth minute of plugging me! If only he hadn't cum so recently. I don't think I can hold off for much longer.

"Oh, Tinkerbelllll!" he groaned, but still he didn't cum. I simply couldn't take it anymore. When he opened his mouth, I couldn't stop myself. I plunged my tongue inside, wrapping it around his. Zack's eyes popped open in shock, but he closed them again, moaning and returning my kiss. Oh God, I'm frenching my own brother!

We made out frantically for ten seconds before I finally lost it. Zack slammed into me and my entire rear end dissolved into mindless humps and clenches, a wave of shudders engulfing my small body. My howling moans were muffled by my tongue curled up inside his mouth. Squirting, I came hard_around his cock, helplessly lost in the bliss of sex. Despite my best efforts, I howled submissively underneath my own _brother.

My clenching cunt finally triggered Zack as well. He pounded down onto me, resting his whole hundred-twenty pounds on me as his virgin cock began to twitch and splutter. I whimpered as he claimed my magic-cursed form, wrapping all four of my legs around his sweaty body. I watched dully has Ben caught it all on camera, even going so far as to bring the camera phone in for a close-up between my oblivious brother's legs.

For the second time that night, I climaxed helplessly as a boy flooded my womb with hot streams of cum. It felt so good- so right - to have my brother in me that all I could do was rock my hips and reach up to ram my tongue once again into his mouth. He let me in eagerly, muffled groans accompanying his eager slurping. Whether he could taste the remnants of Ben's or his own cum from my tongue, I couldn't say.

Still, he was just a twelve-year-old boy, and he'd already spent one load to boot. He only lasted a few blissful seconds before collapsing completely, pinning me to the bed. I kept my legs around him, blushing furiously as I lovingly embraced my brother in a way I would never have predicted. Ben knew what he was doing when he raped me. Zack was just doing what he could to help a horny bitch in obvious need.

Finally, he broke our kiss, groaning as he pulled his sensitive cock from my tight, warm pussy. I whined again, this time from the loss and emptiness I felt, knowing that tomorrow, I would once again be at Ben's sole discretion.

Zack said, "Oh fuck, Ben, what did I just do?"

"Pretty good, huh?" the older boy said, grinning.

Zack wrinkled his brow, pausing with a cute blush before saying, "Yeah."

Kerthud!

A door slammed downstairs, and Ben said, "Oh, fuck! Sarah's home. You'd better get out of here and sleep off that booze, or we'll both be in deep shit, Zack."

Zack's eyes bugged out and he grabbed for his clothes, running for the door as fast as he could. I watched him go, laying my ears back, still panting and wagging on the bed. I'd been gone from home for over a week now. Despite what had happened (or perhaps because of it), it was really good to see Zack again. If only he could stay...

* * * * *

"Zack!?" I shouted, incredulous at the sight of the neighbor kid leaving Ben's bedroom.

The eleven-or-twelve-year-old boy was standing awkwardly in front of me, face red and wearing his shirt on backwards. I could clearly smell alcohol on his breath, though he only seemed a little buzzed. What on earth was my little snot of a brother _doing?_Maybe he thought drinking would help Zack cope with the disappearance of his brother, but I doubt the reason was anywhere so nice as that.

"Sorry, Sarah," he mumbled. "Please...don't tell my parents!"

"Did my brother do this to you? I should really give that idiot a piece of my mind!" I yelled, walking toward the door.

Zack was surprisingly quick - he'd been drinking, but an hour or two ago. He stepped in my way with his hands palm up and said, "Don't go in there! I mean, it wasn't his fault. Really."

I looked him in the eye and he stared me straight back. "Alright," I sighed. I mean, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, with his brother running away (or worse) a week ago. I wasn't about to let Ben off the hook here, but I had to take care of Zack first. "Come on, let's get you home."

When we got outside, I peered over the fence. Shit, the Smiths are in their dining room."Okay, Zack, here's how it'll go. I'm going to head to the front and ring the doorbell. Offer my condolences."

I could see the hurt in the young boy's eyes as he thought of his brother. Why'd I have to go and remind him? I carried on, "While they're at the door, you sneak in the back and run upstairs. Take a shower and use some mouthwash, and they'll never know anything happened, okay?"

"Yeah."

I turned to leave, but he spoke again. "Sarah?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

The plan went off without a hitch. Better, even; it seemed like Mr. and Mrs. Smith really appreciated the gesture! But I spent the whole time thinking about Ben. When I finally got free of Zack's parents, I stormed straight home and up the stairs and swung his door open with - what would Mrs. Kahoteck say? - aplomb.

Ben must not have heard me, because he swiveled around in shock and yelled, "Sarah!" as if I were violating his human rights. He was in his underwear and socks, tossing his phone onto the bed before covering himself up pathetically with his hands. As if I'd never seen my brother walking around in his tighty-whities before. I just shrugged it off and got to the point. "What the hell were you thinking!? Where'd you get the booze anyway?"

Ben growled. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was Zack's booze? I was just trying to be comforting, alright?"

"Bullshit." I was about to challenge him again, when I finally saw what he'd been looking at when I came in. There, in the corner, was Tinkerbell, cowering on the ground. She looked absolutely miserable! Stunned, I shouted, "What's wrong with her? What did you do, Ben?"

"I didn't do anything, bitch. Now get out of my room, or I'll tell Mom and Dad. You have no -"

A second glance at the dog told me enough. I didn't know what he was doing to her, but it was definitely something. I cut him off before he wasted his breath. "What, are you beating her, or what?" I demanded, stepping forward and pushing Ben toward his computer. I reached for Tinkerbell, but she came willingly, skittering past Ben to the open door. I glared at my asshole brother. "You're a monster!"

Ben said, "Give her back - she's _my_dog. Go ahead, look her over. There's not a scratch or a bruise on her."

"No way. I'm keeping her safe until Mom and Dad get back."

Ben lunged forward, but I was too fast, slipping out his door and closing it in his face. "Come, Tinkerbell!" I shouted, but she was actually way ahead of me, already in my room. I could hear Ben sliding in his socks behind me, too slow. I got inside and slammed my door shut, locking it with a kerclick.

Ben pounded on the door, yelling, "Open the door, Sarah, she's mine!"

I panted, "Not after Mom and Dad see how she behaves around you!"

"Just you wait and see," Ben laughed manically. "She'll be a perfect little angel, unless she wants a _certain video_up on Facebook!" I heard him walk away from the door before I could ask him what the heck he meant.

It's almost as if he were talking to her_,_I thought. Had my brother finally lost it?

Sighing, I sat down on the bed, and said, "Here, Tinkerbell."

The German Shepherd walked over to me, calm, but with her tail held low. I petted her, looking her over, but Ben was right - there wasn't a scratch on her. But I had seen the way she cowered and ran from him. "Up!" I said, patting the bed.

I was exhausted. First, a long, but fruitful date with Isaac, then all this business with the Smiths and then Tinkerbell. I just wanted to sleep. I lay back, only to find Tinkerbell curled up next to me. The rhythmic sound and pressure of her breath was surprisingly relaxing, and within minutes, I was out.

When I woke up several hours later, she was still there.

"Oh, Tinkerbell," I said apologetically. "I'll get you away from him, I promise."

As if in response, she licked my cheek. I couldn't help but smile and hug her. She seemed so real. So smart. It was like talking to Margie or Sarah #2, except the dog was a better listener. Looking into her eyes, hugging her, I could swear she was looking right back, hugging back. Not to mention the intimate night we shared. There was something special about Tinkerbell, and I could tell that Ben was trying to squash whatever that 'something' was as hard as he could.

* * * * *

"But_Mom_, I _know_what I saw! She was terrified of him!" Sarah cried.

I wish I didn't feel so much like I was betraying her. Other than Zack, Sarah was the only person I was really beginning to trust. But I couldn't do what she wanted. As much as I wished I could cower and whine when Ben approached me, I knew what would happen.

He'd ruin Zack's life. Every day that the threat of that video kept me cooperating was another day before everyone in school knew that Zack had fucked a German Shepherd. I sat quietly as Ben petted my head, smirking obnoxiously at his sister.

Mrs. Hendricks said, "Sorry, dear, but she doesn't seem hurt in any way, and she's just as happy as a clam with him, now. Ben must be right - your little argument must have scared her."

"That's not what happened," she insisted, growling and squeezing her fists so tight they turned white. "This isn't over..." she said to Ben before storming out of the kitchen.

"I dunno what's gotten into Sarah, Mom. You can see for yourself - Tinkerbell loves me!"

Trying my best to put on a doggy smile, I licked his hand, wagging my tail when he leaned down to rub my neck and back. Mrs. Hendricks probably didn't hear what he whispered in my ear.

"Frequently."