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Winter, the symbol of silent death, the harsh beauty, the loneliness in the cold. It is a time when spent in the cold, spent alone, is pure misery. Of course, that's only when I'm alone. Because isn't the cold the perfect excuse to spend even more time with the one that you love? It's the perfect excuse to cuddle up, to hold them close, to just stay near each other, keeping each other warm and happy.

That's what I've always thought of the winter. I don't spend it with many people. In fact, I only need one person with me. And that's always been my little brother.

"C'mon, big brother!" he says, dragging me along through the winter snow. It was cold, but I would go through it a thousand times for him. After all, he was my world.

"Alright, Joel, I'm coming." I say to him warmly." This scene was one that I've seen many times, but I never got tired of. Although . . . at this point I already know that it's just a-

*beep*beep*beep*beep*

I groan loudly in response to the loud alarm clock, suddenly (and rudely) waking me up. I raise my hand up, slapping at it blindly until it decides to shut up. I open my eyes, glancing at the clock. It was already 6, but maybe ten more minutes wouldn't hurt.

I shut my eyes once more, hoping to have that nice dream again. It's not like we didn't do that in real life, but at least in dreams nothing went wrong. At least thankfully not for me.

"Aaron, get up." I hear a voice above me, belonging to Joel, my little brother. "C'mon, you'll never get up like that." he says, grabbing my paw and trying to yank me out of bed.

I look up to him. "Five more minutes, Joel."

"Please, like it'll be just five minutes." He says, pulling harder. I grab onto his paw, surprising him a bit. I pull him hard, dragging him hard into bed. He yelps out in surprise, unable to properly react and get out of my arms.

"C'mon." I say, groaning at the notion of getting up on time. I quickly trap my brother in a hug, enjoying how he was so warm, in contrast to the cold room.

"Let go of me, you idiot!" He says, unable to hide the obvious joy he got out of me doing something like this. He lets out a light giggle, making me smile warmly.

"Sorry bro, but I just can't." I say, hugging him harder and pulling him closer to me. "You're just too dang warm, like a giant teddy bear."

"I'm not a teddy bear!" he says, laughing and squirming in my grasp. "I'll have you know that I'm not a little pup anymore."

"Sure you aren't, in social standards at least." I say. "But you'll always be my little pup, my little brother." I lick his ear, making him laugh and squirm even more.

"Fine! Fine, you win. You can sleep a bit longer, but I'll be here to wake you up in five minutes, on the dot."

"Works for me." I say getting him under the covers and hugging him. I don't know how he did it, but he was always just like a teddy bear. His fur always soft, and he always smelled sweet and relaxing. I let out a content sigh as I hugged my brother close. In any other situation, I would probably find this a bit creepy, but I'm not a morning person, and I want to sleep more.

". . .Okay, okay, time to get up, ya lazy ass." He says, his voice laced with happiness. I get up, grumbling dramatically. "Oh shut up, you know you have to get up."

I know I'm lucky to have such a great little brother, but why did he have to get up so early every day? It was Friday, so I didn't have any classes, and Joel didn't either due to some holiday I couldn't remember. But he always insisted on waking up early. Something about the brain adjusting itself to wake up at a similar time and how if we trained ourselves to wake up early, we wouldn't need to wake each other up.

Then again, I like it when Joel bothers me in the morning, I kinda like whatever he does.

"C'mon, I made breakfast." He says.

"Already?" I say, not too surprised. I sniff at the air, picking out a hint of food. From what I could tell, pancakes, bacon, and hash browns. I felt myself salivate at the mere thought of food. My brother really knew how to cook, better than me anyway. I walk behind him, looking at the few pictures on the wall. We had moved here recently, but had been in the city for quite a while. The sxhool we were attending gave us a full ride, and even offered dorm housing through highschool, but when I got into college, they insisted that we live in an actual house. I don't have to pay tuition, but as for the rent, that's on me. It was meant to teach us on the difficulties on living after college, but I didn't mind it too much, especially since we managed to get this great house.

We quickly go into the kitchen and take our respective seats, that being directly in front of each other. "You have the day off today, right?" I ask, quickly putting as much food as I could on my plate.

"Yeah, today was apparently the day the school was founded. As a celebration, we all get the day off." He says happily.

"That's great!" I say. "So what do you want to do today?"

"I was just thinking we could have a lazy day."

"If you wanted a lazy day, then you could have easily just let me sleep in." I say, feigning annoyance.

"Well, I wanted to spend the day with you." he says, a warm smile on his face. It seemed to hit deep in my heart, warming me up despite the cold day. "I know you've been busy with college, and stuff like that, so I thought we could unwind together, like we used to."

"We still do." I say, noticing how he had said it as if we had stopped hanging out together.

"I know! But . . . I don't know, I guess I'm just a bit afraid that you'll get too busy with college, and then just move on with your life." He looks away, his eyes deep in thought. His warm smile was fading away, slowly as he thought about it more deeply.

"That's stupid." I say, snapping him out of his strange funk. "I would never even dream about leaving you, we came here so we could be together, right?"

He smiles, probably realizing that he was acting silly. "You're right." He says. "But don't put it like that, you make it sound like we're a couple."

"How so?" I say teasingly.

"Oh come on! 'we came here to be together', that's totally misleading." He says, laughing a bit.

"Yeah, I guess, but it's not like anyone else is here to actually misinterpret it." I say. "Besides, I don't get why you're so disgusted with the idea of having me as a mate."

I see him shift uncomfortably for a second, his ears twitching nervously. "It's not you, it's more like how we're related." He says flatly.

"Aww, but incest can be so interesting." I say jokingly.

"K-Knock it off you big dummy." He says, a bit flustered. It seemed . . . strange for him to be nervous, but it was probably my just imagination. "C'mon, eat your food before it gets cold."

"Ok, Joel, just teasing." I say, trying to calm him down. It may have seemed strange, the way we talked to each other and said these kind of things, but to me, it was perfectly natural. There wasn't much that we kept hidden from each other, and we both accepted each other whenever something seemed a bit strange. I still remember the day he had come out to me and finally said he was, and I quote "N-not, exactly . . . straight?" or to put it more simply, gay. He was a wreck that day, scared that I would hate him like how our parents had so openly despised us, but I quickly calmed him down, also admitting that I was bi.

Small things like sexuality wouldn't make me stop loving my brother, after all, he was my world. He was . . . the only thing that I really ever cared for in my life.

We both wolf (haha, because we're wolves :3) down our breakfast, enjoying each other's presence. "Hey, for today, want to just mess around in the snow outside?"

"Sure!" he says, his tail thumping against the chair quickly. "But don't put it like that."

"Now what's wrong?" I ask.

"Really? 'Just mess around outside'? Sounds like you wanna fuck me behind the house." He says, a bit exasperated on how I didn't pick up on the sexual innuendo.

"Maybe I do." I say. He freezes up, his ears twitching again. I laugh. "Just kidding, though I wouldn't mind sex."

"Sad that you're still a virgin?" he asks teasingly.

"Trust me, I'm not a virgin." I say, a dirty smile smeared across my muzzle. He seems to blush a bit, but I ignore it for now.

We pick up all the dishes and put them in the sink, choosing to let them soak for now and wash them later. We put on all our clothes that we would need for going out into snow, you know, the usual thick coat and sweater. Shoes probably would have been sensible, but there was a few problems with that. For one, there wasn't many paw shoes available, since most opted to just go barefoot. The second problem was that we were part of the group that liked going without shoes. They were too constricting, and I really liked the feeling of snow under my feet . . . or is it foot paws? Or just paws for that matter. Ever since the whole change, I've never really got all the technical terms.

We quickly go outside, Joel running ahead of me into the snow. He let out a light-hearted laugh, basking in the morning sun. It was cold out, especially since it was snowing moments ago. The clouds hung thick in the sky, but the sunlight seemed to just pierce through it all. I walk towards Joel, loving the way the snow squished under my feet, making a kind of pillow of snow wherever I walk.

We didn't live in the city, but in the middle of the forest. There was a multitude of homes to live in, and apparently a cabin in the woods was one of them. It was nice out here. There was an enticing silence in the night, only broken by the peaceful chirp of crickets and occasionally the bird song for those who just couldn't wait for the morning sun. We weren't far off from society, but the woods surrounding us seemed to make a . . . blanket around us, not exactly barring us off from the outside world, but more like muffling the obnoxiously loud voice of a modern day city.

The silence . . . lets us rest for a few moments longer, it lets me listen to Joel more, and it lets us just . . . stop. To stop, to be calm, to just . . . relax, I guess. I always loved it here, and I always will. This is our first real home, something that the both of us never really knew.

Yup, we never knew. All because we were born into _that_place.

* * (Flash Back, Aaron's past) * *

"To think that you can actually live with yourself!" My father screams at me, once again angry at me. What was it for this time? I can't recall, then again, I never knew exactly why I was in trouble. "We are the Vermillion family! To think that I could have given any part in your birth, it's disgraceful!"

"So that's it." I think to myself. "He didn't have a reason, he was just angry."

My family . . . is, or I should say was a large clan of proud and strong warriors. Everyone in our family was expected to be strong, brave, and most important of all, dignified. If one lacked in any of these categories, they were a disgrace to the family name, Vermillion. Most of the family didn't take the family traditions as seriously as before, but that was understandable with how society was moving forward. Sadly, my father, as well as his father, and his father, wanted nothing more than to carry on the legacy of the Vermillion.

"I deeply apologize father." I say, hoping that it would soften the blows to come, but it never did before, why would it now? He screams in rage, striking me in the chest with a kick. I staggered back, trying to stay standing. He comes at me again, this time punching me on the cheek. I fall to the floor, my head throbbing in pain.

"You don't have the right to apologize!" he says, kicking me in the stomach, as if that'll help get the point across. "You have no right to even speak!" he kicks me once more, this time aiming for the head. I block most of the blow with my arms, reflexively, but that was a mistake. He grabs me by the wrist and throws me onto the table. I land on my back hard, hitting my head once more.

". . ." I say nothing, knowing that one way, or another, I was going to make him angry. All I could do was take the beating. If it wasn't me, then he would just take it out on someone else. And . . . I'd rather take the pain myself than give even a tiny sliver of it to another person.

It wasn't so bad, as long as I didn't lose consciousness. I was used to it by now, I've been used to it for most of my life. This was my life, as far as I could remember. Just me, trying my hardest, but still failing him, and having him take all his anger out on me, but never running out.

This was . . . my role in the Vermillion clan, and by our code of honor, I'll fulfill my role. No matter how painful.

* * * *

"Ouch." I say, cringing a little as my wounds were tended to. "Be gentle, ok?"

". . ." Silence, that's how it normally was for Joel. I didn't want him to see me like this, but at the moment, I could barely move.

". . . It isn't that bad."

"How could it not be bad?!" Joel suddenly screams out immediately after my comment. "Look at you! Y-You can barely m-move!"

It wasn't as bad as he made it seem. I had a gash on my left arm, various bruises all over my body, and a lot of small cuts just about everywhere. I've had worse. One time, when I lost consciousness, he broke my arm in order to wake me up from my "little nap" as he called it.

I wince in pain as he hugs me, sobbing into my chest. He was only eight right now, and I was ten. We . . . we were too young to be having to deal with this. But what else could we do? We just had to keep living. Although . . . I wish that Joel didn't have to be part of any of this. He was the youngest between us, so as by family tradition, he wouldn't have to be trained by my father, but instead be a healer, of sorts. It was supposed to be demeaning, as if he was at fault for being born a few years later. But if it kept him far away from my father, I could manage.

I gently rub his head, calming him down. His sobs become increasingly quiet as I continue to stroke his head, until finally turning to silence. He looks at me, his face wet with tears, eyes unbearably red.

"Don't worry about it Joel, I can take it." I say. I place my hand on his cheek, bringing our heads together until our foreheads touch. It was something that we would do to calm each other down, and remind one another that everything would be ok. "Don't forget, I'm your big, strong brother."

He closes his eyes, giggling a bit. "Yeah, you are." I close my eyes as well, content with simply resting here now. I wasn't sure if I was going to survive the next beating, they seemed to get harsher and harsher each time. But I know I have to. If I don't, I know my father will disown me, and then Joel will be the first born, on a technicality. I . . . I could never forgive myself if I made him bear such a burden. If there was anything that I learned from these stupid lessons and family traditions, it was that protect those you love, and I loved my brother, more than anyone else in the world.

He leans away, quickly getting back to work on my wounds. He cringes as he further examines them, but patches me up. As he works, I wonder to myself if we could escape this terrible place. If I could, I would in a heartbeat. But face it, no one wants some bruised ten year old kid to work for them, and definitely not an eight year old, even if he was a good medic for his age.

But we will escape this place. We'll finally have a home, one with loving people living in it, where we can keep each other safe, keep each other warm. A place . . . where we can be happy, me and my brother, living together in bliss.

"Hey Joel, if we could live anywhere in the world, where would you want to be?" I ask him curiously.

He glances up, obviously busy with his work. "I don't know . . . somewhere in the woods?"

"Why the woods?"

"It's . . . quiet out there." He says. "Surrounded by all that nature, nothing but silence there, it sounds nice."

"Yeah, it does." I say. ". . . Maybe we could go there one day."

His head jerks up, and he just looks at me, as if trying to say something. But he doesn't, he doesn't need to. I knew it was a crazy idea, but . . . there was a glint of hope in his eyes, and that was enough for me. Just for now.

* * (Flash back over, back to present) * *

They were hard days, back then, but it was over. I look up to the sky, watching the snowflakes drift down slowly, not letting anyone rush them. Yup, they were just enjoying the ride up there. I let the wind brush gently across my fur, making me shiver a bit. The air was cold, but I didn't mind it much.

I look back down, spotting Joel staring at the snowflakes in awe. His light grey wolf fur seemed to make him slightly blend into the snow around him, although he sharp green eyes could be easily spotted, even from this far away. At least by me. He was really growing into his body, being lean and thin, in contrast to my bulky type of build. I wasn't body builder status, but I still had muscles.

I guess it was from the habits we got as little kids, that being that I was training to be some kind of warrior and he was training to be the family medic. He always measured exactly how many calories went into a meal and how many calories were needed to burn, keeping him relatively lean, while I worked out a lot as a habit.

I still don't get why they would entrust an eight year old to be a medic for the entire family, especially since he was still in training. I guess it worked out for him, since he found out he wanted to be a doctor.

It was nice to know that he got something nice out of that horrid place.

Damn it, I shouldn't be thinking about such depressing thoughts on a day like this. It was so peaceful, an absolutely perf-

"Ahhhh!" I hear Joel scream, snapping me out of my own thoughts. I run over to him to see what's wrong, and spot it. Lying in the snow, motionless, was . . . a tiger.

* * * *

"Achoo!" the tiger says . . . well, sneezes. "T-Thank you again for the help." He shivers, sipping the warm water we gave him, wrapped up cozily in the blanket we gave him. We all stay relatively silent for a few seconds, Joel and I on the couch and the tiger sitting on a chair from the table.

Joel and I look at him carefully, mostly curious about the man. At the moment, he was human, which was understandable. His fur was soaked when we found him. Oh, and as a side note, I suppose I should mention that we, or more likely werebeasts in general, can morph back and forth from animal to our original human forms, of course most of the time we choose our animal forms. Why I thought that to myself, I'm not sure, but it's handy information I suppose.

"A-Are you ok?" Joel asks him, a bit shaken up.

"Yeah, thanks to you guys!" The tiger says cheerfully. "If you two hadn't found me, I'm not sure what would have happened."

"It's no problem." I say, a bit worried about this strange man. He had jet black hair, most of it almost hanging over his eyes, his eyes being a very dark brown, the iris almost black. "Oh, and before I forget, my name's Aaron, and this is my brother Joel."

"My name's Dennis, it's nice to finally formally meet you, Aaron and Joel Vermillion."

I feel myself tense up, my once warm smile quickly turning into a snarl. "I don't recall ever telling you that our last name was Vermillion."

"Ah, that's because you guys were the reason I got lost." He says. My snarl turns into a face of pure confusion. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to say why I came here. I'm a professor at the school you go to."

I stare at him, wondering if he was some kind of crazy person, or if the cold had hit him a bit harder than we had originally thought.

"Let me explain." He says, calm as ever. "Currently, I'm the professor of the school that you both go to, in fact, Joel's in my advanced anatomy class. He's quite the student, a real prodigy at the stuff. Of course, I wanted to discuss with him if something was wrong."

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking at Joel with concern. He glances at me, but quickly looks away, choosing instead to stare intently as his feet.

"It's not something serious or important, in all honesty. It's just that he tends to get a bit distracted in class, and I was hoping to find out why. It isn't that the class is boring or anything, when he's concentrating on the lesson, he seems to be enthralled with the subject, but sometimes he just seems to stare off into space."

I think back to the time that we've been here. It was true, at times he would sometimes just stare off into space, deep in thought. I wasn't sure when or why, but there were a few triggers so far. For one, he would start doing so when he looked at me and thought I didn't notice. It worried me at first, but I just thought it was the whole move and him still trying to get used to all of this.

"S-So what did you come here for?" Joel asks nervously. This was starting to worry me more and more.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Joel, no need to worry." He says. I glance over to Joel, noticing that he seemed more nervous now than ever. I scoot closer to my brother, pulling him closer with my arm to calm him down.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm not sure if Joel would be comfortable talking to you, heck, I'm not comfortable with him talking to you!"

"Of course, you just met me after all. Still, I'd like to talk to him so we could get over any problems. I hate to say it, but I can't leave a student's problems unattended. I'd fail as a teacher at that point."

"I-It's ok Aaron." Joel says, snuggling just a tiny bit closer to me. I look at him carefully, watching him with concern, but then nod, trusting my brother's judgment.

* * (Perspective change, Joel Vermillion) * *

I look up to my brother, his eyes full of concern. I kind of just wanted to stay in his light embrace for a little longer, but I knew I had to talk to Dennis about things. I look over to him, still a bit nervous about him actually coming here.

"Let's go outside." I say, getting up and heading for the door.

"Gotcha." He says calmly, turning back into his werebeast form. Fur seemed to sprout instantaneously, just like his muzzle and tail. The transformation process was never very long or energy consuming, though it could be painful depending on the animal you changed into.

We walk out the front door quickly, going back into the snow. I still had all my snow gear on, so it wasn't very cold to me.

I look over to Dennis, seeing that he still had nothing but a blanket on. "Aren't you cold?" I ask him, worried after he had almost died from the cold.

"I'll manage." He says. "I made an adjustment to my fur, making it more resistant to the cold, as well as keeping in heat better."

I still couldn't believe that he could possibly do such a thing. The way the werebeast transformation worked was that you took multiple shots over a long period of time and those shots altered your DNA, as well as activating certain combinations already present. The fact that he could voluntarily alter his DNA with that kind of precision was amazing. Although, he did explain that it was only a step away from anyone turning from werebeast to human.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask, unable to mask the tinge of nervousness in my voice.

"Stop being so scared, pup." He says, chuckling a bit.

"I'll stop being scared when you stop calling me pup." I grumble. I was only two years younger than the guy!

"That's better." Dennis says, holding the blanket tight to him. "If you need to know why I came, I wanted to finally find out what was bothering you."

"We already had this conversation." I say to Dennis. "It's just the move that's been getting to me, nothing more."

"Please, I know there's more to the story, you're probably just afraid to admit it." he says confidently.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate for a teacher?" I say, my voice clearly tinged with annoyance.

He walks up to me and takes my paw gingerly into his own. "I may be a teacher, but I'm always a friend first." He says, gently. It was strange, but I felt more comfortable around him now, as if I could tell him anything. This strange man that I met so recently . . . somehow gained my trust so quickly. He really was someone.

"I'll tell you what," he says. "you tell me your secret, and I'll tell you one of my own that's either the same magnitude or greater."

". . . alright, I'll take that deal, but you tell me the secret first, then I'll tell you mine." I say.

"Alright." He says. "Well, I guess a secret of mine is that I'm bi."

"I would've guessed gay." I say nonchalantly.

"Why?!" he says, a bit offended. I giggle a bit.

"Well, for one I saw you making out with your boyfriend."

He looks to the side for a second, thinking back to any time that he could've done that. "Oh, that's right."

It was quite the scene. His boyfriend, Hunter had come to the class, bringing him a surprise gift for their anniversary. They ended up under Dennis's desk, making out for the rest of the period. Was it inappropriate? Yes it was, most definitely. Of course, it made me a bit envious, me wanting to be with someone like that . . . minus the making out in front of a whole bunch of people, students no less!

"That's not a good enough secret, try adding another." I say, as if I was bartering with him.

"Okay . . . when I was a kid, I would take out my sexual tension on guys." I give him a slightly confused and disgusted look. "What? So what if I molested them slightly? They were my friends, they were fine with it. Some even liked it."

". . . Okay, I've heard enough." I say deciding that telling my secret would be easier than listening to this guy's history. "B-But what I say here-"

"Not a whisper to anyone else, scout's honor." He says, raising his right hand.

"Scount's honor?" I ask curiously.

He shifts his stance for a bit, staring to the side once again, the expression on his face showing that he was remembering something nice. "Old habit I picked up from my dad."

"Good enough, I suppose." I say, smiling a bit at hearing the fond memory of a parent. It was good to remember that not _all_fathers were terrible, malicious demons. Hmm . . . that sounded a bit redundant, but the man deserves to be called evil in three different ways.

"So . . . are you gonna finally tell me you're in love with your brother?" he says.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting . . . YOU KNEW?!" I scream, suddenly nervous and scared all over again.

"Shit, I was suppose to let him say that on his own." He mutters under his breath. He clears his throat, as if preparing to say some theatrical line. "Know what? You haven't told me the secret at all." He says, oddly monotone.

"Drop the act! When?! How?! Tell!" I scream out, demanding answers for vague questions.

"I had a hunch it was something to do with who you liked, you showed all the classic signs. The 'staring off into space', the 'strange smiling for no apparent reason', and the fact that you drew a whole bunch of hearts on one of the tests I gave you."

. . . Dang it, I thought I erased those. I always finished the tests early, so all I could think about was Aaron! How I wanted to see his smiling face, feel his warm hugs, oh god the hugs. He always did it playfully, but I loved every time he did. Feeling his big strong arms hold me so close to his body . . . it was torturously good. Luckily, I'm able to hide any embarrassing hard ons from him.

"So, you found out, I love my brother." I say, oddly relieved that I had admitted it, but also a bit sad. "What's your point? I . . . I can't do anything about it. I just . . . gotta wait it out."

He looks at me, a bit curious. "How long have you felt this way?" he asks me.

"I . . . don't know. I guess the day we moved here." I really wanted to say escape. It took us a long time to get here, not to mention the events that had to take place for any of this to be possible. One of said events being Aaron knocking out our father and stealing from the family treasury. You'd think that stealing enough money from your parents to board a private jet going to a remote location overseas would be hard, but thanks to our "family traditions", we only had to break open the family vault and take all the valuables. Apparently, it was "unmanly" to have someone else to protect your money for you.

"Hmm, interesting. So a couple months now. Then tell me this, do you feel yourself getting over him?"

"Well . . . no, not really." I say, feeling a bit defeated.

"Okay, let's try something I tried on someone else to help you. Oddly enough, they were in a similar situation . . . creepily similar." He says. I want to question him about the situation, but I decide against it, unsure if I even wanted to know.

"Now, I want you to tell me all the things you love about Aaron."

". . . To start, I like how he's always so kind." I say, thinking about all the great things about my brother. "I like how he sometimes gets over protective, it can be scary, but it really shows that he cares. I . . . I love how he's so warm, always holding me close and safe. I love the way he works so hard at absolutely everything, never giving less than double his best. I love how he's like a god, or an Adonis, but he . . . he's so humble and down to earth, to the point that he doesn't even realize his own strength. Heh, I really love how he's been through so much . . . but he can still find the good things in this world. He always watches the snow falling, awestruck at the sight, he always looks around the forest, eyes wide with curiosity . . . he even finds it in him to make the occasional dirty joke."

"That sounds so adorable." He says. I blush a bit, realizing that I started to ramble on about Aaron. "Yeah, I ship you two."

"Dennis!"

"I ship you two so hard, even fudex can't keep up."

"Don't you mean fed-"

"Don't say that word!" he screams out, scaring me. "I know that it isn't it's real name, but I can't risk any copyright laws or any shit like that."

". . . What?" I say, clearly confused. He just waves it off, and I go with it. He was crazy, so meh.

"So dirty jokes?" he says, continuing as if nothing ever happened.

"Yeah, somehow he always makes really bad sexual innuendo. I'm not sure he actually realizes it . . ."

"Wow, must be awkward."

"It is . . . but I love that about him too." I say, smiling warmly and lovingly. It was weird, I felt a strange, warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout me, making me smile stupidly. "Wait, how is this supposed to help me get over him?"

"It's not."

". . . Wait what?" I say, starting to feel another sensation in my chest, but this one was telling me to punch him in the face and bury him in the snow.

"The way I see it, this story can go two ways." He raises his left paw, pointing up. "Down this path, you could just get over him, but I know from experience that it doesn't just 'go away'. Besides, that's way too boring." He raises his right paw, letting his left paw drop. He pokes me lightly, pointing now at my chest. "Or you could follow your heart, let your feelings out and let him decide what he wants to do. True, it'll be hard, and maybe even painful . . . but at least you won't get an empty feeling that you get when you force yourself to give up on someone. Especially for a stupid reason like your love being socially and morally wrong."

"Incest isn't exactly looked at very well, and I think going that far against society is a bit overboard." I say, my doubts starting to surface.

He leans in, and smiles deviously. "Anarchy."

"What?"

"It's what I say when I want to break a rule, anarchy. Who cares if others say your love is toxic, they used to say the same thing about gays, and I'm fairly sure you aren't bi or straight. You gonna suddenly bat for the other team?"

He smirks, looking at me with determined eyes. I smile back. "No, I guess not. Fine then, I'll tell him how I feel. But I'll do it on my own, with no one else's help."

He steps back from me, smiling proudly. "Good, you chose an interesting path. I can't wait to see how this story unfolds."

* * * *

"So what did that guy want?" Aaron says while putting the freshly made popcorn into the bowl. "He didn't give you any trouble did he?"

"No Aaron, and before you ask, he didn't rape, molest, or sexually harass me in any way possible. He just wanted to talk, nothing dangerous."

"Good, and for the record, I wouldn't have asked if he raped you . . . I would have asked if he took advantage of you. Sounds a lot better that way." He laughs a bit, popping a piece of that buttery deliciousness into his muzzle. Who knew that corn in popped form could taste so good? Then again, it was also drenched in butter and salt most of the time.

"Hey, why is pop corn a snack you eat when watching a movie?" I ask, suddenly wondering about the origins of the strange snack.

"Does it matter?" he says.

"Yeah, I'm curious!" I say, giggling.

"If I had to take a guess, it would probably be that they put so much salt into the popcorn to flavor it, so they would get people to buy drinks as well. Not only that, but it's one of the more quiet snack foods, and one of the cleaner as well. Besides, corn in popped form? That's too amazing not to get."

"I guess. So what movie are we watching?" I ask, since we were on the topics of cinematic history . . . what? Pop corn is a part of the history . . . kinda.

"'The Darklings'." He says.

"That one scary movie about those shadowy killers?" I ask, a bit nervous. Scary movies weren't my thing. I was a coward to things like that. It really irked me, since there was the stereotype of how all wolves are big, bad, strong beasts and never get scared.

"Yup." He says. He looks at me, those icy blue eyes, making me almost shudder. They seemed so . . . cold, but not the lonely cold, but the kind that just sent chills up your spine and made you want to just . . . cuddle up with him or something.

"Nothing like a whole day of gory deaths in the form of a movie." I say sarcastically.

"C'mon, don't be a big baby." He says, poking me. "Besides, you know you like these kind of movies.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just start it up." I say, unable to keep a smile from crossing my muzzle.

* * * *

"AAAAAHHHHH!" the damsel in distress from the movie says as she's torn into bloody bits and pieces. I don't think I needed to know that a wood chipper could do that to you. I glance over to Aaron, seeing that he found this just as creepy. Another shriek pierces through the silence, making me yelp a bit, hugging my brother.

We were in our usual movie spot, the couch in front of the TV, wrapped up into a blanket next to each other, every now and then grabbing a paw full of popcorn. Yet again, another shriek of terror, immediately followed by an evil cackle to give that oh so needed dramatic effect. I wasn't scared, don't even worry about it, it's totally normal for me to hold onto my big brother for dear life.

I bury my face into my brother's thick chest, cringing at every little sound from that movie. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I guess he was a bit scared of the movie too, judging by how he was holding onto me a bit tightly.

After an eternity of pain and suffering (for the movie characters at least), the screaming finally dies down. I glance at the screen, only to find a man, completely covered in a black shroud, slowly cutting open one of the few nice guys in the storyline. I quickly look away as the man continues to plunge his hand into the wound and . . . yeah that's a bit much. I whimper a bit, unable to control myself.

I feel him gently stroke my head, hugging me closer. "Shhh, it's ok Joel, movies over." He says, turning off the tv with his other paw.

"W-What? I thought we were only like, halfway through." I say, voice still a bit shaky for some reason.

"Nah, was getting boring anyway." He says, now messing with my ears. "It was turning into one of those movies where you could easily tell what happens."

"O-Oh? Do tell." I say.

"Basically, everyone but the main character dies, somehow avoiding the darklings, escaping to some far off place, but then later they show one of the darklings right there, and then the cheesy 'The End. . .?'."

"Wow, you're no fun." I say.

"Says the guy who looked like a scared little pup through just about the whole thing." He retorts playfully.

"If I'm a little pup, then you must be a pedophile, messing with my ears like that. such a pervert." I say in a chiding tone.

"You know what they say." He says, leaning in close to one ear. I blush a bit, just realizing how close we actually were to each other. Let's just say I was pretty damn close, like, the only things separating us were our cloths, close.

"You gonna tell me, ya big dummy?" I say, a bit nervous.

". . . It doesn't count if it's incest." He says, nipping on one of my ears. I let out a half surprised yelp, half moan. My ears were always oddly sensitive, my whole body, really. My face starts burning, and I'm fairly sure that the insides of my ears were a bright red at this point.

I quickly get away, going to the opposite side of the couch. "W-What the heck was that all about?!"

He starts laughing hysterically. "Don't worry, Joel, it was a joke."

I look at him angry. "You fuck head!" I say, a bit hurt about all this. I . . . I don't know why, but I wanted him for once . . . to be serious about this kind of stuff. Ever since Dennis said that there could be a chance . . . no, I was just fooling myself.

I march off angrily to our room, quickly getting my sleeping cloths and marching to the bathroom. I just needed to cool off. A shower would be nice.

"Joel, wait." I hear Aaron saying from the hallway. I ignore him, choosing instead to strip down to my bare fur and jump into the shower. "Joel? Can I come in?"

"I'm taking a shower, what do you think?" I retort. As the water cascades over me, seeping into my fur, I slowly calm down, the anger seeming to just get washed away along with the water.

Suddenly, I hear the distinct click of the door knob. I look over my shoulder, not too surprised to see Aaron standing at the doorway, slowly stripping down to nothing but his fur.

". . . Why?" I ask simply.

"I want to talk to you, and I need a shower." He says. "Besides, we've seen each other naked before."

"I've see you naked, sure." I say, grimacing as I remembered the injuries I had to tend to as a child.

"Then it's only fair I see you naked now." He says, smirking a bit. I look at him, blushing a bit. He's really . . . grown since he was a kid. Except his groin area. Yeah, that part was always huge. I never measured, but I'd say eight inches flaccid? I'm probably overestimating it.

I turn a bit, mostly to hide my sheath that was starting to swell. He quickly gets in with me, letting the water run over his fur as well.

". . . Look, I'm sorry for the incest joke." He says, sadness thick in his voice. "I . . . I took it too far."

"I-It's ok . . . I over reacted." I say, a bit ashamed of how I reacted.

"So . . . anything you wanna talk about?" he says. He sounded . . . oddly nervous and hopeful, but it was probably my imagination.

"Well . . . there's this . . . guy I like." I say, twisting the real story a bit. It felt . . . strange confess this to him, but not really confessing. "He . . . he likes to mess around and joke a lot and . . . I don't know, after the talk with Dennis, I guess I was thinking about him a bit more than usual."

"Oh god . . . I'm sorry for being so insensitive like that." he says.

"N-No! It's ok, I guess the joking just rubbed me the wrong way. I usually like your jokes." I say, laughing a bit. I tense up, feeling his arms wrap around me, hugging me gently and carefully.

"Still . . . I'm sorry Joel." He says.

I turn around and hug him back, trying my best to keep a boner down and ignore that we were both naked and in the shower together. "It's ok ya' big dummy. But don't stop your weird jokes, I'd probably be really sad."

"And why's that?" he asks curiously.

"Cause it shows how comfortable we are around each other." I say, smiling.

"Heh, very comfortable since we're hugging in the shower, naked." He says, smirking a bit. I feel the blush coming back on. Curse this strange, anime abused, bodily function.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so. Now let's get washed up and go to bed, I'm tired." I say, grabbing a glob of soap and starting to lather it into my fur.

"Same here." He says, letting go of me. He gets a glob of soap, rubbing it in his hands a bit. Suddenly, I feel his strong hands lathering the soap on my back fur, making me yelp. "C'mon, might as well help each other while in here."

"Yeah, I g-guess so." I say. Not only will he be touching me all over, but I'll get to touch him?! God, this is a porn scenario in the waiting. Damn it, no, I can't be trying to pull stuff like this. I just . . . can't. Not yet at least.

* * * *

"It's strange." I thought to myself as I lie in my bed next to Aaron. "We've done this so many times . . . so why is it that this time feels so . . . different?"

I look at Aaron, his peacefully sleeping face, probably dreaming about a whole bunch of weird stuff right now. I smile as I look, unable to keep this strange, warm feeling down. Man, I really love him, a lot more than I should. But how could I_not_ fall for a guy like him?

I snuggle a bit closer, enjoying the extra warmth. I had a strange feeling of anticipation, for some reason. Like . . . when you're opening a gift, wrapped up tight in paper. You don't know what it is, and that makes you a bit nervous, but it's a nice kind of nervous, because you know that the gift was meant to make you happy, and you just have a gut feeling that it's just what you always wanted.

For me, I guess that's my brother's dick LOVE! I said love.

Man, I must be pretty damn horny to actually think of something like that. Hmm . . . now that I think about it, I haven't jerked off in a while. And I guess having Aaron right in front of me here doesn't help, especially with him in nothing but boxers. Yup, definitely not easy with those strong arms . . . and those pecs, and the abs . . . and . . . and I'm now drooling on the pillow.

I wipe off my muzzle, a bit disgusted at myself for literally drooling over my brother. I slowly reach forward, my mind, a bit muddled and just . . . place a paw on his arm. He doesn't react. I keep moving, now my paw on his stomach, feeling up his abs. I . . . wasn't entirely sure why I was doing something like this . . . but it felt so right. It's been really hard keeping it in all this time, and he's a deep sleeper. A bit of fun won't hurt, right?

He groans in his sleep, rolling over from his side and onto his back, making me freeze in place, afraid that I just blew it. I let out a sigh, I wasn't caught just yet.

I continue feeling up my brother, practically molesting him in his sleep . . . although, the thought of me doing something so wrong made it that much hotter. I could feel my own member make a tent in my boxers, making it a bit uncomfortable.

I quickly decide to discard the boxers, letting my dick free from that prison of fabric. I consider just jerking off and then going to sleep, but this was just way too much fun. I slowly get up, placing myself between my brother's legs.

I lightly place my paw on the bulge in his boxers, slowly rubbing him through the thin piece of fabric. I go a little slower here, still slightly afraid he would wake up. I curiously lean my head it, sniffing him a bit. He smelled . . . so good. There was a hint of muskiness there, and he smelled . . . it was hard to explain. He smelled so familiar, so calming. But at the same time, those scents made me all the more excited.

Gently, I take off his boxers, getting a bit frustrated when it seemed to refuse to come off. Finally, I pull them down, almost yelping when I got it with Aaron's sheath. Apparently, he was already hard. I look down, gasping a tiny bit. He was huge! I wish I brought a ruler with me, but from the looks of it, he was about twelve inches long, and with a girth a bit larger than the size of my wrist. I mean, I knew he was big, but I didn't think he got this big.

Carefully, I take the boxers off the rest of the way, being a bit quicker than I should have been. Hey, don't judge. I've wanted that cock for a long time now! . . . Ok it's only been a few months, but still.

I take his hard member into my paws, loving how it seemed to fill them so perfectly. I start to tenderly stroke him, eliciting a few moans. With one paw, I gently cup his balls into my paws, wondering if they were big because he was really pent up.

Don't worry, little brother's gonna help you with that. . . . Wait, wait, wait, what am I doing? But . . . I already got this far, I might as well keep going.

I lean in, just hovering there for a while. I guess I was still a bit scared of what I thought would happen. After a bit of time, I finally lean in, licking the tip of his dick. A strand of precum stayed on my tongue, stretching out until quickly snapping. The taste was . . . really arousing for some reason. The musky smell, and the strange salty taste of it. I even loved the way it was so thick and sticky, completely coating my tongue. I don't think I can stop at this point, I need more.

I start from the base of his cock, dragging my tongue all the way up his big cock, getting another moan from him. I love it when he moans. It means that he's really enjoying this, and that it wasn't just one sided. I guess . . . it let me pretend that he was awake for this, and that he was letting me do all this and he loved it, and he wasn't just . . . asleep.

I lean away, still absent-mindedly stroking him. I look up to his face, noticing that he was still asleep. Although . . . his face looked a bit tense, and his ears were red. But he was still asleep. I felt oddly relieved and disappointed at the same time. I guess there was a part of me that wanted him to wake up and see this. If he did, I wonder what he would think? I'm not sure, but I guess having something happen would be better than my original plan of waiting it out.

Well, worrying about it won't help. Might as well get back to work. I lean in excitedly, not tenderly tasting him this time, but practically stuffing my face with that delicious cock of his, getting about five inches on the first go. God, I didn't think giving my brother a blow job would feel so good, but everything about it seemed so right!

I go down a bit further, constantly teasing the length with my tongue. He was leaking a lot more pre now, with me happily slurping it up. I start bobbing my head slowly, making sure to coat every inch of his cock with saliva. I go further down than I had before, almost making myself gag, but I quickly relax, continuing to go further.

There was loud slurping noises in the air now, making my whole face start to burn, but it definitely didn't stop me. All I wanted was for him to feel good, for him to cum in my mouth. All I wanted was to have him be happy that his little brother was trying so hard to please him.

I feel him throb in my muzzle, making me moan a bit for some reason. I bring my previously inactive paws up, my left paw cupping his balls and my right stroking whatever of his dick that I couldn't stuff down my throat.

I really hope I can take my time with this. This has got to be the most fun I've had with my brother ever.

* * (Perspective Change, Aaron Vermillion) * *

Ahh, fuck, he's going even deeper. I can't believe this, I'm trash. Just trash. Although, I'm trash that feels unbelievably good right now. I should have ended this the moment I woke up, which was when he had first licked my dick.

I open one eye slightly and glance down at my brother. Oh gosh, he's playing with my balls now. I shiver in the pure forbidden pleasure of it all, unable to stop Joel. C'mon, start thinking straight. He's my brother. My . . . incredibly skilled brother, whom I love . . . but was it really this kind of love? I know that I'm bi. I was with a girl before for this whole elaborate training thing that my dad set up. I still regret losing my virginity to someone that I didn't even know or love. I know that I liked guys since . . . well I guess that part was more theoretical. Until now, cause I was definitely getting off on this, and my brother's a guy. Oh gosh, why am I so hard right now?! The idea of getting a blowjob from my brother shouldn't be arousing . . . but god it's _really_hot.

I moan loudly, much louder than I meant to. I freeze up for a second, scared he realized that I had woken up, but he just keeps going. In fact, if anything, he's working even harder. I guess the moaning turned him on. I could feel his hot muzzle on my cock, how his tongue torturously teasing me, making it feel unbearably good. He wasn't even bobbing his head that much, that was mostly tongue action. For some strange reason, I felt oddly proud of my brother, knowing he could suck dick so well.

"Ahh." I moan out again, unable to contain myself. I place a paw on his head gently, as if I was scared he was going to stop. Damn, don't think I can last much longer. I can't cum, at least not in his muzzle, I can't do that. And I definitely can't hold him down, forcing him to take it all while I cum straight into his throat, and I definitely can't stop him right before and cum all over his face like that . . . and then pull him up here and just . . . just . . . Damn it, why do I have to be so horny?!

"J-Joel, s-stop." I say, weakly, my whole body wracked with pleasure. He keeps going, he probably didn't even hear what I said. "P-Please, I'm g-gonna cum." I say, trying not to moan while talking.

My knot starts forming, making him work even harder. I press my back into the bed, unable to stop squirming from the feeling of it all. At this point, I didn't want him to stop, I just wanted him to make me cum, please, just let me cum.

He stops stroking me, instead rhythmically squeezing my knot. My body's suddenly attacked with the strange and new pleasure, sending jolts of ecstasy throughout my body, threatening to just make me go wild and lose it all. I scream out in pleasure, unable to hold it back anymore and start cumming into my brother's very willing muzzle.

I hold his head down, the pleasure in my body never fading out one bit as I came into his muzzle. I could feel every pulse of cum going into him, and him swallowing every drop just as quickly.

"Ahhh, Joel!" I moan, my mind still muddled with all these feelings.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I finally stop cumming. I leave my paw on his head for a little bit, unable to do anything else but gaze at my brother lovingly and enjoy the afterglow of what had to be the best orgasm of my life thus far.

Joel let's my still hard dick fall out of his muzzle and onto my stomach, panting as much as I was. He looks up, his face all dreamy and happy . . . until he realized I was awake as well. Suddenly, his once happy expression turns into one of fear and grief, as if I just stabbed him in the stomach.

I look at him, a bit worried and nervous, but unable to say anything.

"A-Aaron." He says, his eyes welling up with tears. I quickly move, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him up close. He cringes as if I was about to hit him, but I just wrap my arms around him, hugging him while he cries silently.

* * (Perspective change, Joel Vermillion) * *

I feel his arms wrap around me in a tight embrace, shocking me quite a bit. I was sure he was going to punch me in the face or something. Still . . . I keep crying, absolutely sure that I had destroyed the relationship between the one person in this world who ever cared for me, and the first person I fell in love with.

"Joel, look at me." he says, gently moving my face so he's looking me in the eye. "We'll talk more about this in the morning. Just remember this, I'll always love you."

He leans in, kissing me hard. I freeze for a second, but only a second as I moan into the kiss, feeling his tongue go into my muzzle. He breaks the kiss, holding me close to him once again and laying us both down on the bed, pulling the bed covers over us.

I snuggle closer to him, afraid that this was the last time I would ever be able to do something like this ever again.

* * * *

* * (perspective change, Aaron Vermillion) * *

"Something isn't right." The single thought floats in the eternal darkness that was my slumber. I forcefully open up my eyes, knowing to head this warning well.

I look at the clock, wondering what time it was. "Shit." I say to myself. It was 6 already. Someone must have turned off my alarm clock, and the fact that Joel didn't wake me up . . .

Damn it, I hope he didn't do anything stupid. I rush out of bed, throwing on some random clothes. I run to the kitchen. Empty. I run to the living room. Empty. The bathroom, the closet, the front door. Empty, Empty, Empty!

Fuck! Where is he?! I start panicking, my heart beating at an incredibly fast rate, feeling like it was about to split into two. Then I notice it. His snow gear that we always put on the coat rack at the front door. It's gone.

I quickly throw on my own snow gear, preparing to go after him. I'm not sure how far he got, but I have to find him. No matter how long it takes.

I swing open the door, carefully treading outside. I get on all fours, trying to recall every bit of information on tracking people that I could. There was a fresh snow fall last night, and there wasn't any signs of snowing now, so I had some time to follow his tracks. I quickly spot the indentations in the ground, how they seemed erratic, as if he was still half asleep when he started running.

I quickly start following the trail, running as fast as I can. I could easily avoid the trail and track it as I went along. It's just the question of how long Joel will be able to last out here. Please Joel, just come back. I need you here.

It was still cold out, the air not yet warmed by the sun. I only saw part of his snow gear gone, and I'm not sure if he layered properly. I start running faster, becoming more and more worried about him.

The chilly air bites at my fur, and the snow keeps trying to trip me up, but I still run, faster than the seconds before that. Trees rush past me, the snow still showing me where Joel went.

I keep running, for at first, a few minutes, and now, it seemed like an hour. I wasn't going to make it, I can't find him. Tears start to sting my eyes, slightly blurring my vision. I stop running for a second, wiping my eyes.

I open them once again, and there, sitting by a tree, was a grey wolf, loosely covered up, lying on the ground, shivering and crying.

I run over to him. "Joel!" I say, happy I was able to find him. He looks up at me, scared, but before he can get up and run, I tackle him down into the snow and give him a huge hug. "Never again! Never leave me like that again, Joel!"

He tries to struggle away, but I hold him tight. "Please, s-stop, just let me g-go." he says, barely whispering.

I push him away, my hands still gripping on his arms. I look at him, straight in the eyes, those strangely brilliant, light green eyes. "Never. I'll never just let you go." I lean in quickly, kissing him hard before he can protest. He squeaks adorably, then gives into the kiss, leaning in and hugging me.

I scoop him up into my arms, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him bridal style, still locking muzzles with him. Absent mindedly, I start walking home, with the only person in the world that I ever loved so much, safely in my arms.

He breaks the kiss, looking up to me happily, but then his expression changes, now looking confused. "W-Why did you . . ."

"Why did I run after you?" I ask.

"Y-Yeah, I mean, after last night . . . I thought you would hate me after thinking about what I did to you." he says quietly, as if he was guilty for some huge crime.

"I was never mad, and I never will be. I mean, come on, I kissed you last night, right?" I point out.

"W-Well, I thought it was just because you were tired."

"You're over analyzing it. Now let's talk about last night." I see him cringe.

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything." He says.

"Ok, let's start by the guy you like. Is it-"

"You? yes." He says, finishing my sentence. "It started when we moved in."

"Let me guess, you felt like I saved you, and you started feeling this attraction for me."

"It's more than just that. I've . . . I've always liked you, but after getting away from that place, I guess I just had more time and freedom to explore it."

"I see." I say. "Well . . . I'm not sure how I feel, but I know I love you, and I definitely liked what he were doing to me last night."

"R-Really?" he says, his ears turning red.

"Yeah, I felt terrible." I start to feel my sheath swell up from the memories of that amazing blowjob.

"W-Well . . . what should we do?" Joel asks meekly.

"Honestly . . . I think we should try it."

"B-but I thought you weren't sure about your feelings . . ." he says, a bit sad and doubtfull.

"Yeah, but I know that I love you, and I want to be with you. I just never experienced anything like boyfriend, girlfriend relationships before."

"So how can we actually make this work?" he asks.

"Hmm . . . the way I always saw it was that a relationship is comprised of two main things. An emotional connection, and a physical one. Two people with an emotional connection can be called 'Best Friends', while two with the physical connection can be called 'Friends with Benefits'. I always felt an emotional connection with you, and yesterday we clearly established a physical one, so why not?"

"Y-Yeah, but our emotional connection . . . isn't it more brotherly?" he asks.

"Depends on how you look at it. I mean, as brothers, we do a lot of things that brothers usually don't do, on a normal basis, like the incest jokes. We live together, joke together, eat together, mess with each other, watch movies together, comfort each other, support each other. We basically do everything a normal couple does, minus the sex."

"Huh, never looked at it that way." He says.

"And besides," I say, leaning in close to his face. "I like our brotherly connection. I've always found incest interesting." I kiss him again, shoving my tongue into his muzzle. He starts to moan and kiss back hard, squirming in my arms. I don't know why, but I loved the way he squirmed, it just makes me want to do so much more to him. He's way too damn adorable for his own good.

* * * *

I practically kick open the door, unable to contain my excitement. I walk to our room, enjoying the warmth that managed to stay in there. I throw Joel onto the bed, chuckling as he yelps as he lands. I quickly get on top of him, making it so he can't get up, or move much for that matter.

"A-Aaron? Whatcha doin'?" he asks timidly. "I-I mean, I don't mind much, b-but it seems a little too fast, you know? I mean we just told our feelings to each other and that talk we just had and-"

Before he can go on and continue worrying himself, I lean down and kiss him, effectively shutting him up. I quickly start to remove his clothes while kissing him, my paws never missing a button, zipper, or anything of the like. It was a good thing he only had his thick jacket on, otherwise we'd have to pull off the shirt and-

"Wait, you went outside naked, other than jacket and the pants you're wearing?" I ask, breaking the kiss.

"W-Well, I felt like I had to get out of there fast, and I just threw on what I could find." He looks away, shyly, and just a bit ashamed. "Sorry if I worried you."

I turn his head back towards me with my paw, making him look at me. "Don't worry about it, just please don't run away from me again. I love you."

He looks at me wide eyed, his ears turning red. Heck, the red was even showing through his fur on his face. I start kissing him again, growling dominantly this time. He moans into the kiss, making me smile inwardly. I get back to work in undressing him, managing to take off his pants. Yup, he didn't have boxers on. It was a bitter sweet thought, knowing it was one less piece of clothing.

Once all his clothing is off, I lean away. Joel whimpers, the need clear in that simple gesture. Oh gosh, I'm going to give it to him so hard. Seriously, how did he manage to turn me on so much without even trying?! I quickly remove all my clothing, showing off a bit for Joel.

Is that . . . I think he's drooling. Honestly, I didn't see why he liked my body so much. It was nothing special.

"Trust me, it's a pretty hot sight." Joel says, reading my mind. "Oh, and I knew what you were thinking since you had _that_face on."

I smirk. "And what face would that be?"

"The one you get when someone's ogling your body and you start to feel self-conscious." He says, smiling widely.

"Well, I'm not so sure about my body, but I know I like yours." He blushes. I growl, my tail wagging in excitement. His ears flatten submissively, making him extremely adorable. I get down on all fours on him, again, and start nibbling on his neck.

"Ahh! A-Aaron . . ." he says. I go lower, now suckling on one of his nipples, hidden heavily under the thick coat of fur. He moans again as I start lightly biting it, encouraging me to go further. With my right paw, I start rubbing under his tail, my paw teasing his tight tail hole. With my left one, I grab his hard dick, stroking it energetically. He was a pretty good size, being about seven and a half inches, give or take a half inch.

"S-Stop, that feels weird . . .'' he says timidly.

I momentarily stop, looking him in the eyes. "It's only fair, after all you did do all those things to me in my sleep. Only fair that I get to have fun with you while you're awake."

I lift up his legs, bringing my muzzle into that cute but of his. His tail starts nervously twitching, making me chuckle. I slowly go in, carefully licking his tail hole. It was . . . surprisingly clean, and it had a strange taste to it. Kind of salty and . . . Joel-ey? Whatever it was, I liked it. I lick again, harder this time, earning myself a moan from my cute little brother.

"A-Aaron, stop that." he says, panting. I simply lick again, pressing my tongue against his pucker. He moans again, just a bit louder than before. I growl a bit, wanting to hear more of him like that. I start licking in earnest, constantly lapping and licking at his tail hole, sucking on it lightly every now and then just to see how he would react. Apparently, he liked it, with how his dick was starting to leak pre.

I grab his cock into my paw again, stroking it like before while continuing the rim job. I lean in closer, licking even harder now. I finally wiggle my tongue inside him, making him half moan, half scream out in pleasure. Damn, he's really sensitive down here. I lick even deeper, using my canine tongue to the best of its abilities. One of the many advantages of being a werebeast, as a dog, you got the length of it, as well as it being fairly thicker and stronger than a normal canine's tongue.

I lick all over his inside, wanting to just explore the territory, so to say. My tongue runs over a small little knob, like thing inside him, but whatever it was, it made him spasm a bit, his tail starting to wagging erratically. It was probably his prostate then. I lick hard, focusing on that special place inside him, making him squirm and moan constantly, as if he was unable to take it all.

"Ahh, stop, I-I'm gonna cum." I growl a bit, starting to work double time. I squeeze his knot, tugging a bit, and continue to eat out his ass, practically slobbering over it. He grabs onto the couch, panting heavily until . . . "Ahhh!" he screams out, finally letting out his pent up load. I keep licking while he cums, dragging his climax out to the max. After a bit, he finally stops cumming. I take my tongue out of his ass, letting his legs down.

Wow, he came all over his chest. Seriously, that's some really good distance. Well, I guess I should apologize for getting carried away. I go down to his chest, lapping up the freshly shot cum. It's still warm, but quickly cooling, and it's really thick. But it also had this sweet taste to it that just made me want even more. I glance up at him to see him looking back down to me, blushing at what I was doing.

After I get all his cum, I lean close to his head, locking eyes with him. Without warning, I grab the back of his head, pushing our muzzles together, making sure he tasted some of the cum I got. He moans again, his dick throbbing once against my stomach. I smirk a bit.

I break the kiss. "So you liked that?" I ask, panting like him. He just nods, a lazy and dreamy smile smeared across his muzzle. "Hmm, still looks like you can use some help there." I grab his still hard dick, stroking it teasingly. He groans in response. "Don't worry, I'll help you out again."

"W-Wait." He says, his ears going back again. "I . . . I w-want y-you t-t-to . . .um . . . fuck me."

". . . What?" I ask. I . . . think I heard him, but I wasn't exactly sure.

"I-I . . . want y-you to f-fuck me." he finally says, blushing even harder now.

My face immediately burns up. "W-What?! B-But this is y-your first time and me taking your viginity?! I-I can't, I mean, y-your virginityisspecialandlosingittomeisjust" he quickly and gently kisses me, effectively shutting me up before I could continue to spew out strange dribble.

He looks into my eyes, almost pleadingly. "It's because it's special . . . that I want to lose it to you. You've . . . you've always been there for me, and you always protected me. Even enough to go through years of torture, just to make sure that we could both get away safely. I can never repay you for what you did for me, but I know that if I lose my virginity to anyone, it'll be the one person I've truly loved and still do. Aaron, I love you."

I stare at him, my heart practically melting at his words. I smile widely, like a huge idiot, unable to suppress the happiness I was feeling at that moment. "Ok, if you're really fine with it. But I won't be fucking you, or anything." I grab him in my arms, hugging him close to me. "I'll be making love to you, you deserve no less than that."

I move a bit away from him, but not enough to let him fully out of the embrace. I place my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. It was the thing we always did to calm each other down, and it seemed appropriate for a moment like this. I align myself with his tail hole, deciding in my head that missionary style would be the best option for a moment like now.

"Wait a sec, we need lube." I say, hesitating a bit before actually going into him and . . . oh god, I was going to take my little brother's virginity.

"No, your saliva should act as a substitute (especially since you put so much down there." He says.

"Saliva's not a good lube." I say, worried still that I would hurt him and end up scarring him for life. "It dries out too quickly, and the consistency is wrong."

"That's only true for human saliva, werebeasts actually have a thicker saliva that also doesn't dry out as quick. It's also slicker. And besides, werebeasts also pre a lot more than humans, especially the canis type. And before you go on about taking an hour to loosen me up, your tongue already did that."

I laugh nervously. "hehe, I guess I'm a little nervous."

"Wow, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were even more virgin than me."

"I . . . I just don't want to hurt you. You mean the world to me, Joel." He looks at me, a bit surprised and touched.

". . . Don't worry, this'll hurt either way, but it'll feel good for me soon enough. Don't worry, I can take a bit of pain, it'll be worth it in the end." He smiles nervously.

I take in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. I press a bit against him, applying more and more pressure each second, but making sure not to go too fast. The tip manages to slip in, making me moan a little. Man, his ass was hot, I just want to feel more of it. I push in a bit more, about an inch.

I stop, seeing that Joel was struggling a bit. We wait for a little until he adjust, continuing right when he nods. I push in another inch, slowly, shivering a bit at the slick warmth that was enveloping my cock, holding to me tight. I hold him a little close, panting as I push in. Damn, I wasn't sure if I would last long if it already felt this good.

Under me, I hear Joel moan. I glance down, seeing a bit of cum leaking out of him slowly. He must have been really enjoying this.

"You ok Joel?" I ask, almost whispering.

"Y-Yeah, it just . . . feels really good." He wraps his legs around me, urging me to push in faster. I happily oblige, finally feeling my knot bump into his ass. I moan as I feel his ass clench around my hard cock, torturously teasing me to no end. If I just stayed like this, I'm pretty sure he could make me cum, but I didn't want that, not yet. I want him to feel good too. I pull out, groaning from the strange and wonderful sensation, then push back in, faster than when I first entered him. He yelps a bit in pleasure, a bit more cum leaking out of him. I continue this pattern for a while, just pushing in and out of him, loving the way his ass just seemed to pull me deeper and deeper inside of him, clenching onto me with those hot, wet walls of his.

Damn, when did I start narrating anal sex like this? He holds onto me harder, moaning out loudly. Wait a sec, I know a way to make him feel really good. I pull out of him to just the tip, adjusting my angle a bit to line up with his prostate, and thrust in quickly.

"Ahh!" he screams out in pleasure, clenching down on me and making me groan a bit. Yup, that's his sweet spot alright. I grind my big cock on that single spot for a little bit, loving how he convulsed and shook in ecstasy. "Aaron, s-stop, I . . . I think I'm g-gonna cum." I growl lustily, starting to thrust hard, making sure to hit that one spot. I didn't care if he was going to cum, in fact, I wanted, no, needed him to cum. I needed him to just blow everything in between us, to just give into his climax.

I start to thrust into him faster, loving how he was screaming out in raw pleasure now, his whole body shaking and just clinging onto me. "A-Aaron!" he screams out my name, right as his tight ass clamps down on my hard member, making me moan loudly. He starts cumming, jet after powerful jet of cum being blow between us. I thrust every time he spurts, trying to get him to feel good as possible. He keeps cumming, clinging harder and harder to me.

He grabs the back of my head, pulling me down into a passionate and wet kiss. I could feel his tongue going into my muzzle, licking and lapping everywhere it could go. I start thrusting back to the same pace I was before, just slowly in and out of him as his climax finally tapered off. I start to speed up again, not letting him fully rest. I want more of him, I can't possibly bear it anymore.

My thrusts become wild and erratic, the kiss, once dominated by him, I now held control over. I shove my tongue into his muzzle, kissing him hard. I could feel that he was still hard, and at that moment, I was determined to make him cum again. I push in harder, loving how my knot hit his tail hole like that, just a little tiny bit slipping in each time. I feel his paws start gripping my fur, as if he was trying to hold on for dear life.

"J-Joel, I'm g-gonna cum." I say, breaking the kiss.

"Do it! Cum in me, please, I need all of you inside me!" he screams out, his voice shaky and laced with bliss. I ground my knot into his tail hole, wanting nothing more than to tie with my mate and claim him as mine, nobody else could have him, he was my one and only. I feel my knot slip into him, making a lewd slurping noise. He immediately clenches down on my knot, his ass practically milking my cock as he starts cumming for the third time, this time somehow even more intense than the last.

I howl out in ecstasy, feeling his tight, hot ass squeezing down on my knot far too much for me to handle. I get thrown into a sea of pure bliss and pleasure and starting cummung into him, still thrusting into him with reckless abandon, despite my knot making them short. I keep filling him up, my paws now gripping onto him. It was so surreal, like a thousand volts of electricity was flowing through me from my knot, making my whole body convulse and spasm in pleasure, threatening to make me lose my sanity. I bite down on his neck, not enough to make him bleed, but a mating bite non-the-less. He moans out loudly at the action, somehow cumming even more.

After what seems like an hour of endless climax and cum, we finally calm down, both of us simply lying there, me on top of him. I look at him, his sleepy expression and his lazy smile. "So, you like that?" I ask, panting heavily.

He nods, slightly, his smile getting a bit wider. "Can't believe . . . you made me cum three times."

"Yeah, it was pretty hot." I say. "Actually, I didn't think it was possible to cum so many times in a row."

"It shouldn't be. So either that's a perk for werebeasts, or it's just that you're really good."

"Maybe you just have a sensitive prostate." I comment. "Didn't take much to get you off with that rim job."

"Shut up!" he says playfully, laughing a bit. "Besides, you didn't last too long either."

He squeezes my dick, making me throb inside him and groan out in pleasure. "H-Hey, I'm out of practice. Besides, how could I not with a hot little ass like yours?"

"Hehe . . . Hey Aaron, you d-don't . . . regret doing any of this . . . do you?"

I stay quiet for a bit, thinking back to everything. "Honestly . . . I do regret taking your virginity a bit. I mean, I really think you should have lost it to someone more special."

"You are special, Aaron. There's so many good things about you. and besides, it doesn't matter if you're not 'Special', I love you."

I smile. "I love you too, Joel." I say, almost whispering.''

"So where do we go from here?"

"I don't know. But I know I want to be with you. No matter what."

"It won't be easy."

"I know."

"You're still willing to try? The world doesn't look too kindly to incest."

"Then let's be like the falling winter snow."

He looks at me, a bit curious. I point out to the window. "The snow dances in the wind, gently, and slowly. It doesn't care for anyone who thinks it should fall faster or slower or dance one way or the other, it simply falls down, gently, and beautifully."

"But that means we'll fall one day."

I look him in the eyes. "We all do. But while I still have the chance to dance in the wind, I'll be sure to dance with you."

"Since when did you get so poetic?" he asks, smiling.

"That's not a poem, it doesn't even rhyme!"

"Sure, Aaron, whatever you say."

So we just rest there, holding onto each other, tightly. If the world didn't accept our kind of love, screw the world. So what if I was in love with another guy, and my brother no less? Tell me I'll burn in hell, I don't care. Just as long as I'm here now, here with my sweet, caring little brother. Just as long as we were together, here, watching the winter snow.