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Eric and Milo: Full Disclosure By Green

Milo Thompson lay on his bed, one hand clutching at the sheets below him, the other firmly wrapped around his penis. The German shepherd swallowed a whimper as he writhed on the bed, toes curling up as he stroked himself, another pulse of pleasure dancing up his spine. Understandably, he was pretty content at the moment. There was just one thing wrong... He was trying to keep his fantasy focused on his friend-with-benefits, Angela Taylor, having a passionate romp with the slender mouse who'd become significantly more than his best friend, though the real Gela would probably be displeased by the way their imaginary counterparts weren't dancing around the words that defined how they really felt about each other. This was all well and good, but this afternoon, for some reason, the fantasy kept shifting on its own, Milo adjusting himself to be atop Gela only to find strong, confident hands placing themselves on his hips as his older brother Eric stepped up behind him, lining his hard-on up with the younger shepherd's back door. As he banished the taller, more muscular dog from his fantasy for the fourth time, he let out a whimper that had nothing to do with pleasure. "Noooo, go away..." he muttered, his ears lowering. Milo bit his lip and released the sheets, moving his other hand down his side and around his thigh, blushing an impressive shade of red as he self-consciously slipped a single finger under his tail, imagining Gela reaching forward to finger her lover playfully, and bemoaning the fact that the real Angela would probably get a real kick out of doing so. Lifting his butt slightly off the bed to give his hand easier access to it, he kept going, stroking his prick slowly and evenly as he worked his finger into and out of his tight rump, shivering and panting. But it wasn't long before he flopped down to the bed with a sigh, letting go of his dick and pulling his finger out of his butt. It was no good, there was just no avoiding the problem or pretending it wasn't there anymore. Milo needed something more than just rubbing his dick to be satisfied this afternoon. He thought he could get away with just acknowledging the problem by adding a finger, but it wasn't enough, and that just made it worse. Curling up on his side, the shepherd let out a sigh and whispered to himself, shivering and blushing just from saying the words, which of course was why he was doing so aloud. "I... I need to get fucked..." he breathed, feeling his backside clenching reflexively and whimpering again.

One might expect, and not unreasonably, that Milo would leap into action, trying to find a way to make such a thing happen, but instead he lingered, lying nude on his bed long after his erection had wilted, wracked with hesitation. Ever since he had started fooling around with his older brother, to relieve stress and enjoy each other's company, Milo had struggled with the realization of exactly how much he enjoyed being on the receiving end, something he'd always assumed was a chore one put up with for the sake of his partner. His trysts with Gela Taylor, not to mention the unspoken way he felt about her, had done a good job of defeating his initial fears that he had secretly been gay all along, but he still worried about exactly how good it felt when his brother was having his way with him. It had helped, a little, when their sister Anne, who was between Eric and Milo in age, had shown Milo that he had a very sensitive prostate, a simple physical reason for the pleasure, but the stress lingered; he hadn't been able to bring himself to admit it to Eric, for starters. "It - it doesn't mean I'm Eric's little omega," he muttered to himself, as he hugged his knees to his chest, "It's just like Annie said, I j-just know what makes me f-feel good, and, uh... and I'm allowed to act on that... aren't I?" Finally forcing himself to action, he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. "Okay. I c-can do this..." he whispered, "I'll find Eric, and I'll just... ask him if he wants to fool around. I've done it before, it's as easy as that, right?" As he pulled his boxers on, he sighed. It wasn't as easy as that, because it was a little different this time. On those previous occasions, he just wanted to get off, and knew it would feel a lot better messing around with his brother than it would if he were going at it by himself. But today, the reason he hadn't just sought out Eric in the first place, was that he had the uncomfortable need, specifically, to feel his brother's thick cock inside him, to lie back and let the older shepherd have his way with him. He started slightly as he realized he was letting that thought run away with him, felt his penis getting harder inside the boxers which were still all he was wearing, and whimpered. He heard his sister's voice assuring him soothingly that there was nothing wrong with preferring to be the bottom, and nothing wrong with being submissive, but at the same time, he suspected that traditional canine culture politely disagreed. Shaking his head, he grabbed his socks and hurried up, trying to think about what was for dinner, since the only way he could possibly feel any more awkward in this coming confrontation was if he was trying to hide an erection while trying to talk his brother into having sex with him.

He was wrong. Milo stiffened, ears lowering in purest dismay as he discovered something that made the situation light years more embarrassing than he expected, even without a hard-on. Eric was sitting in the living room, watching TV, and their sister Anne was with him, the two having a casual conversation about whatever they were watching. He was about to bail on his plan and maybe go on a desperate covert raid of his sister's room, to see if she had any toys hidden around that might help him scratch that itch by himself. He was already plotting to sneak this theoretical device into the dishwasher that night to give it a good cleaning when Anne called out to him cheerily. "Oh, hey Milo, come quick, it's just about to get to your favourite part of the movie!" she said, beckoning to him. Fleeing at that point would have raised both of his siblings' suspicions, so Milo reluctantly walked in, trying to look casual. He barely had time to recognize what movie was on, though, before it cut away to a commercial in the middle of a scene. Anne pouted and Eric growled quietly, ears going forward as he narrowed his eyes at the TV. "Man, this fucking channel..." he muttered, even as Anne made an aggravated gesture towards the screen and cried "Oh, come on!" in disgust. "Sorry, Milo," she continued, leaning back and crossing her arms, "This channel just throws commercial breaks in at set times, never mind if they completely mess up the pacing! Have a seat, at least the breaks are short...ish." Milo's mind rebelled at this idea, as if his siblings would magically sense his thoughts while he was in their presence. So he came up with a decent story, that he was about to go out to see Angela. He could tell them later that she cancelled at the last minute, they'd surely buy that! Then he chickened out and sat down on the couch without a word anyway. The siblings sat there in relative silence for a few moments, and when Anne pulled out a buzzing cell phone, Milo suddenly saw an opportunity. Surely she'd be distracted by whatever gossip she was exchanging with her friends... "Uh, hey Eric, after this, could you come with me for a minute? There's, uh, there's a really nice..." Here the shepherd realized he hadn't even thought his plan through to the end of the sentence, and suffered a brief moment of panic before arbitrarily picking the first idea to suggest itself to him. "A really nice cat video I, uh, wanted to show you online..." Eric turned to him and nodded once, but as he opened his mouth to respond, their sister interrupted him. "Wait, hang on," Anne said, sitting in the same position but peering at her brothers at an angle, "Since when do you two go around showing each other cat videos? I mean, don't get me wrong, feral kittens are adorable, but it doesn't really strike me as the kind of thing you two would share..." Feeling appropriately on the spot, Milo swallowed nervously before responding. "Oh, well, y-you know, it's this, it's this viral ad from, like, Germany, that's disguised as a regular cat video, so..." for the second time in as many minutes, Anne interrupted one of her brothers, this time with a shocked gasp. "Wait a minute, you just want to get Eric alone so you two can fuck!" she accused, in a hushed tone, crossing her arms as Milo turned beet red. "N-n-no!" he protested, keeping his ears upright through sheer strength of will alone, "It's not like that at all, Annie!" The girl laughed delightedly, putting her phone away again and shaking her head. "Oh, Milo, you're still such a lousy liar," she said, as though she found it endearing, "You might as well have one of those big anime sweat drops next to your head, and a gushing nosebleed." Milo was about to protest that life was not one of the yaoi stories his sister loved so much, but her smile fell as she pouted, letting out a huff and sagging down in her chair. "Why do you guys still try and sneak off so I can't watch?" she muttered, "Kinda defeats the purpose of me blackmailing you two." Eric openly scoffed at this, taking a sip from a can of cola he'd had resting against the side of the couch. "Oh come on, Anne, you know you were never going to rat us out," he said, calmly, "Because then we'd stop doing it, and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself for that." Finishing the can off and putting it back on the floor, the eldest shepherd looked over at his sister with a slanted grin. "Tell you what, it has been a while... why don't you sit in on this one?" he asked, much to Milo's horror and Anne's delight. "Eric!" the former protested, receiving a shrug in response before his brother turned back to Anne. "Just... stop being such a backseat driver, okay?" he continued, "Always telling us what to do or what positions to do it in..." Anne was already nodding happily. "Oh yes, whatever you say, onii-chan!" she giggled, "I'll just be sitting there watching away, and uh, probably diddling myself if that's okay..." Eric frowned slightly, as he never liked it when she used anime terms around him, and Milo just blushed at how casually Anne was talking about masturbating while watching her own brothers doing it.

A few minutes later, Milo stepped into his bedroom, wishing he didn't feel so self-conscious leading the way for both his siblings. Anne came in last, closing and locking the door behind her and giggling in excitement. As Eric stripped his shirt off, Milo sat down on the bed nervously and Anne pulled the chair away from Milo's computer desk, leaving it directly facing the side of the bed, a perfect front row seat to The Deed that was about to take place. As he stared down at his feet, trying to psyche himself up, Milo felt Eric's hands on his shoulders. "Hey, little brother," he said, smiling gently, "Don't look so worried. We do this to reduce stress, remember?" Milo managed a weak grin in return, but went back to blushing as Eric pulled his shirt off for him. Milo's attention was pulled to the side by a thud, shivering in indecent glee as he saw Anne stepping out of her jeans, the sound being made by her fancy belt buckle hitting the floor. She slipped out of her shirt, and not for the first time, Milo was stricken by how warm and soft and beautiful the full-figured girl was, reminded of recent nights, both innocent and perverted, that ended with him cuddled up in his big sister Annie's arms. As her shirt followed her pants downward, the she-shepherd glanced at her brother over the rims of her glasses, smirking. "Hey, look all you want, little brother," she said, "just remember, this time it's hands-off." Milo blushed just slightly and averted his eyes, retrieving the tub of petroleum jelly from its spot in the drawer built into his bedframe. Before he'd even leaned all the way up, though, he felt a sharp smack on his backside, and instinctively leapt off the bed with a yelp. "Hey!" he exclaimed, turning around to find Eric in his boxers, but before he could say another word protesting the spank, his brother reached forward and took hold of his belt buckle. "There you are, Milo," Eric said playfully, "Let me take care of that for you..." Milo's ears lowered as Eric casually unfastened his pants, and Anne giggled behind him. "But..." he started, before trailing off ineffectually. As his jeans slid down to puddle around his ankles, he suddenly felt another swat on his behind, and inadvertently pushed forward, bumping his boxer-clad groin against his amused brother's face. "Oh come on!" Milo protested, glaring at Anne's innocent grin. "You know, in our defence, Milo," she said, calmly, "You've got a really spankable ass." As much as it is an older sibling's sacred duty to annoy their younger siblings, it is also the duty of a big brother to be the good guy when the situation calls for it. "Alright, alright, he's starting to get upset, let's not push it, Anne. Anne." Milo looked back over his shoulder as Eric lowered his eyebrows slightly and put more emphasis on the repetition of their sister's name. Naturally, he found her leaning forward, arm raised, primed to smack her little brother's pert buttocks again. Sighing dramatically, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Okay, fine..." she muttered, sighing as if not teasing Milo was a major inconvenience. Business as usual, then. The youngest shepherd in the room let out a quiet gasp as he felt a pair of lips press gently against his stomach. "Eric, w-what...?" he said, eyes widening as he found his brother kissing and nuzzling at his belly. "Now, how can we make it up to you, little brother?" Eric said, as if Milo hadn't spoken, "I think I've got some ideas..."

Milo swallowed, his mouth aridly dry, as Eric continued to nuzzle at his stomach while his hands gently, slowly, tugged his younger brother's boxers down. As simply as that, Eric lowered his head and began licking at Milo's flaccid cock, teasing the tip of his tongue along the sensitive flesh. "Ohhh..." Milo moaned, quietly, shivering as his penis began to jump and twitch, reacting to the larger canine's touch. "B-but Eric, I..." he whispered, not really knowing what he was going to say, but his brother shushed him, running his lips along the side of Milo's lengthening shaft. "Just relax, Milo, just trying to get you in... the right frame of mind," he whispered, before taking his little brother's dick into his mouth. "Oh, fuck!" cried Milo, as he hunched over, taking hold of Eric's ears. Anne, behind them, leaned way to the side for a better view, and made a quiet sound of approval. "Damn, this is hot..." she whispered, idly rubbing herself through the material of her panties. Eric didn't bob his head along Milo's prick, he just kept about half of it inside his muzzle, rubbing and teasing it with his tongue, while Milo stood there, weak in the knees and shivering. "God, Eric, this f-feels so good..." Milo whimpered, closing his eyes. It was only about ten seconds later, though, when the youngest Thompson felt himself throb involuntarily in the other dog's mouth, that Eric pulled back, a curious look on his face as Milo whimpered with need. "N-no, big brother, d-don't stop..." the younger dog groaned, resisting the impulse to thrust his hips forward. Eric ran a single finger along the underside of Milo's erection, which throbbed again in response. Gathering up the shining drop that emerged from the tip as this happened, Eric looked up at his brother, raising one eyebrow. "You're preing already, Milo," he said, "Is something up? You never get this worked up, this fast." Anne giggled behind them, now circling one finger over the spot where her clitoris would be. "Maybe he's been aching for your touch all day, onii-chan..." she teased, winking at Milo's frown. "I thought you were gonna be quiet," Milo muttered, but Anne happily shook her head. "Noooope, I said I wasn't going to boss you guys around this time," she said, "I didn't say anything about running commentary." Eric sighed, leaning around Milo to affix his sister with a dirty look. "Milo, I'm still waiting for an answer," he said, in his most authoritative Older Brother voice, "Anne, I told you, no anime bullshit." This last bit he said as sternly as he could, which of course had absolutely no effect on Anne's demeanour. Milo swallowed, his ears lowering submissively as he stared intently at a displaced sock on the carpet while he answered. "W-well, uh, I was - I was kinda touching myself, earlier, b-but it just wasn't, you know, doing it for me..." he started, already blushing beet red, "So I... so I thought maybe if I went and got you, you could help me, uh, scratch that itch m-more effectively..." Anne let out a delighted laugh. "Omg!" she said aloud, without a trace of irony, "He really was aching for your touch! That's so sweet!" As she giggled behind him, Milo closed his eyes against his embarrassment and made a quiet, distinctly canine whine. He reluctantly opened his eyes again as he felt Eric take hold of his arm. "Hey, it's fine, little brother. It's just... I was only trying to get you in the mood before," he said, "but I wouldn't want you losing it too soon when we're actually going at it. This just changes my plan a little, is all. Here, have a seat, I've got an idea..."

Feeling rather self-conscious, Milo stepped out of his pants and boxers and turned around to sit next to his brother, mildly surprised that he didn't get another slap on the ass as he bent over to do so. The first thing that popped into his head was that Eric wanted the two of them to stroke each other while kissing, given that Milo couldn't help but notice on previous occasions when Anne was watching that his brother liked to show off for their audience. He was lost in his thoughts, worried about how he felt about kissing Eric while he felt so nervous and, admittedly, subby, but instead the elder shepherd pulled his legs up and scootched over before extending them again, positioning himself as if he was about to lie down in the bed and go to sleep. Instead, he gently took hold of Milo's shoulders and tugged him closer. Heart beating a little faster, Milo went along with it, and soon found himself kneeling between Eric's legs. "Come on, Milo, little bit closer," Eric said, grinning. Bending forward onto all fours, Milo lowered himself a bit, not entirely sure what was happening, at least not until Eric took hold of his prick and (very) gently pulled him in and pushing it against his own. Milo inhaled sharply as he felt their penises pressing together, Eric's flesh feeling firm and hot even against his own erection. "Oooooh, frottage!" Anne excitedly exclaimed, "You've never done that before!" She was practically clapping in her seat like a child at a magic show. Eric just glanced over with a smirk. "Not in front of you, anyway..." Even Milo smiled slightly as Anne pouted at the idea of her brothers doing sexy things in secret without her. Eric wrapped his hand loosely around both of their cocks and then looked up to the slender dog atop him. "Well?" he asked, "What are you waiting for?" Milo cocked his head to the side curiously. "What do you mean?" he replied, "Aren't you going to, uh..." Eric shook his head with that sly smile returned to his muzzle. "Nope. Get thrusting, little brother." Milo started blushing again, but this time he was smiling through it. He began to push his hips forward, shivering at the sensation of his prick rubbing against the older dog's, unable to keep from moaning quietly. It helped that Eric did the same thing, tensing up beneath him. At first, there was a little more friction than Milo would have liked against the dry flesh and fingers, but he was still really worked up, and soon he was leaking pre again, which helped things get nice and slick, without getting in the way of their pleasure. Groaning quietly in relief, Milo adjusted his position to make his job easier and soon managed a nice, even pace, while Eric began to roll his hips to move his own prick, the brothers' erections rubbing and sliding against each other within Eric's loose grip. Across the room, Anne had a perfect side-on view of her siblings' debauchery, and for a change, she had no snarky commentary to provide, totally captivated by the sight before her as she more earnestly played with herself inside her underwear, one of her feet beginning to twitch, unnoticed by any of them.

A few minutes passed, and Milo was having to force himself not to pant like a feral, his arousal building to a fever pitch inside him. He'd closed his eyes to focus on the pleasure, on the sensation of Eric's dick sliding against his, their cocks pressed so tightly together that he thought he could feel his brother's heartbeat through the thin, sensitive skin. But he found he kept opening them again, finding it hard to look away from the lewd spectacle they were putting on for their sister, and for each other. Milo shivered as he throbbed against the other dog's manhood, drooling a particularly large dollop of pre-come onto Eric's shaft, only to squish it between them as he thrust forward again. He felt Eric's free hand on his cheek, and tore his gaze away from their dicks to see a wry grin on his big brother's face. "It's okay, Milo," he said, softly. "Wh-what's okay?" the smaller dog replied, though he felt like he should be blushing by now. "It's written all over your face, you're starting to resist because you don't want to come too soon," he replied, without a hint of mockery in his voice, "I've been there myself. And like I said, it's okay. You got yourself all worked up earlier, so just let go... we've still got round two, after all." Milo hesitated for a moment, but decided to go for it, if they chose to tease him after saying it was okay, that was about them, not him. As he resumed thrusting, rubbing his prick against Eric's, he found himself wanting to be the one who mixed things up for a change of pace, surprise the oh-so-composed Eric and make their sister happy at the same time. So instead of nodding or saying anything, the skinny shepherd bent down low and pressed his lips against his brother's, eliciting a muffled noise of surprise from Eric and a moan of pleasure from Anne. Milo felt pretty damned good, he had to admit, with his tail wagging furiously and his ears standing up proudly. Now if he could only get this damn blush to go away... As they rubbed and squirmed against each other, their tongues pressed together hungrily, needily, and it only fuelled the fire growing within them. Milo was surprised how into it he was getting, he didn't remember it feeling so good the last time he kissed his brother. It was almost more like... kissing Gela Taylor. His eyes snapped open and he froze in place for a moment, then he went back to what he was doing, forcibly pushing that train of thought out of his head. "Oh, fuck, you guys, this is the sexiest thing I've ever s-seen..." groaned Anne, her voice trembling with her own pleasure, "You're ruining Internet p-porn for me, I hope y-you know that..." Milo briefly broke off the kiss to laugh, but found his lips drawn back to his brother's almost magnetically.

A few minutes passed, and Milo noticed that now Eric was getting pretty antsy himself, finally drooling pre of his own onto his belly, letting out the occasionally whimper of need, and then inevitably tensing up with embarrassment for letting the sound leak out. Finally, the older dog leaned back his head with a groan, a bridge of saliva momentarily linking their muzzles. "Christ, Milo..." Eric managed, "It looks like I didn't need to t-tell you to let go... I - I'm getting real c-close myself, gonna lose it..." The skinny shepherd inhaled a shuddery breath, and suddenly redoubled his efforts, thrusting and rubbing frantically, now feeling Eric's shaft pulsing against his skin. "God, yes," Milo hissed, "I'm right there, big brother, oh man, I - I need it so bad... c-come with me, Eric! Let's go t-together!" The other shepherd moaned wordlessly and nodded, finally moving his hand, squeezing their penises in a tight fist, stroking in time with Milo's thrusts, and within the minute, Milo felt himself teetering on the edge. "Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, I'm - I'm coming!" he cried, tensing up from head to toe, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands as his orgasm burst from within him. At the same time, Eric arched his back with enough force to lift his brother up a little, and let out a strangled gasp through clenched teeth. Even as Milo felt his prick throbbing and pulsating, he felt Eric's cock going through the same thing, and they both whimpered and moaned their way through the fire of climax, their dicks spurting gouts of thick, gooey shepherd seed onto Eric's chest and belly with every pulse, every spasm. Distantly, through the haze of pleasure, Milo heard his sister's voice, and realized he'd forgotten Anne was even there. She, too, was moaning without words, a long, drawn-out unnngh, and when he looked over at her, he found the female sitting stark upright in her chair, one hand frantically manipulating herself in her panties, the other pushed under one of the cups of her bra and giving her breast a spirited groping. Anne had her eyes closed behind her lopsided glasses, and she was shaking from head to toe, one of her feet leaned back on its heel and twitching from side to side. Upon the realization that their sister was climaxing with them, Milo swore the pulses of pleasure he felt from his own release became much stronger.

Once Milo found himself spent, and Eric's hand fell away, the younger shepherd let himself flop onto his side next to his big brother, sighing in relief as he closed his eyes to enjoy his afterglow. Truth be told, part of him had wanted to just lie straight down and cuddle into the other dog's arms, but Eric was rather covered in semen at the moment, so he just lay next to him on the bed instead, giving in a little and snuggling in closer to his brother. As he did so, he suddenly remembered another reason to not go in for direct cuddling, that being that their sister would no doubt tease them mercilessly about secretly being in love or something... that is if she hadn't orgasm'd her brains out just now, of course. Glancing up with that thought, Milo was strangely relieved to see Anne still slumped in the chair but visibly alive, eyes closed and panting audibly, paying no attention to the activities of her brothers, so he just lay his head back down. He was actually kind of impressed by how much of a mess they'd made of Eric's chest, the guy was definitely going to have to have a shower afterwards. As he rested there, spooned against the larger dog's side, the smell of come strong in the air, Milo was suddenly struck by a vivid memory of Eric taking him from behind in the shower at the gym, water running down both of their glistening bodies, the noise helping to mask their grunts and whimpers as Eric drove himself into his little brother again and again... back in the here and now, Milo shivered, suppressing a whine. He had really needed to get off, but that 'itch' still hadn't been scratched. He really needed 'a good old-fashioned dicking', as Anne had been known to call it when she was in dire need of male companionship. Not around them, of course, but he'd overheard her giggling with her friends after a little too much sangria had gone around Anne's room. At the moment, though, he was still rather spent, so he just laid there and tried not to worry about it. He would feel nice and full soon enough... Anne was actually the first one to speak. "Wow... Jesus, I still can't believe how fucking hot that was," she breathed, , "I came so hard I saw stars. I wasn't gonna finish myself off, you know, keep myself all worked up for when you actually do it, but when you both started coming together like that... Mmmm. The only way that could have been any more of a perfect yaoi moment is if Milo had yelled 'onii-chan' or 'dame' when he squirted." Milo began to blush as she giggled, and Eric groaned in such a way that Milo could practically hear him rolling his eyes. Pointedly ignoring his sister's comment, Eric turned his head to grin at Milo. "Well, I know I enjoyed myself too, even if I did end up all sticky," he said, "How about you, little guy? You seemed pretty happy, but I'll admit I wasn't really paying attention..." Milo chuckled, despite all the blushing he'd been doing lately, and grinned back at him. "Shit, I really needed that," he replied, "I never came so hard from doing that before... but we came at the same time, does that make this a draw? Or do we go best two out of three?" Eric actually laughed at that, winking at his brother. "Maybe we both pick the next movie," he said, placing both hands behind his head as he stretched out on the bed, making himself comfortable. As the brothers laughed softly together, Anne pouted across the room, ears twitching in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked, before her face fell and for a change, her ears lowered, "Wait, do - do you two have, like, inside jokes about your sex life?! No fair! You are definitely going to have to let me watch more often." At that, Eric looked over towards Milo again, a sly grin across his muzzle. "Saaaay, that reminds me!" he said, "If we're playing this like the bet, then I believe you owe me a clean-up, little brother." Milo swallowed, his ears lowering just slightly. "Oh, uhh, are you sure? I mean there's a towel right there..." he trailed off as Eric fixed him with a look that made it abundantly clear that his brother was sure. Shivering, not sure if he was feeling reluctant or excited about the task ahead of him, Milo rolled away from the muscular canid and lay on his stomach, facing his brother's body, legs bent up at the knees so he had room to lie between Eric and the wall. Then, glancing between Eric's smile and Anne's confused but intent stare, Milo took a deep breath and leaned down, extending his tongue and beginning to lick away the dog semen splattered across his brother's torso.

As he swallowed the first dollop of still-warm cream, Anne actually gasped out loud. "R-really?" she said, barely above a whisper, "I - I didn't think people actually did that..." She was silent for a few moments, watching intently as Milo kept licking away at the come on Eric's abs. "...You two are just full of surprises, huh?" she whispered, making Eric snicker. Feeling self-conscious (but not blushing, for a change of pace), Milo squinted his eyes almost shut, so that he couldn't see anything outside of the furry body in front of him, and focused on his task. He didn't mind the taste or anything, but where it was normally just a wee bit embarrassing, having Eric and Anne watching him the way they focused on their favourite TV shows as he did it made him feel funny inside. At least, he thought to himself, he wasn't getting hard. It would be just his luck to end up turning into one of those guys who gets turned on by being embarrassed, he just knew his siblings - and Gela, for that matter - would take that and run with it. So he ran his wide, flat tongue over his brother's fur, doing his best to gather up all the seed they had spilled together, shuddering with indecent thoughts as he tasted his own come mixed with his brother's, unable to distinguish between the two. His siblings mercifully remained quiet, so that he didn't have to focus on ignoring the peanut gallery, too. After a couple of minutes of dutiful licking, Eric's fur was more presentable, though he'd still need a shower to really be 'clean' again. Sitting up and resisting the urge to lick his lips, his whole mouth now tasting of come, Milo grinned bashfully and sat back on his haunches. "There you go, nice and clean," he said, unable to think of anything else to say to break the silence. Looking up, he realized that Anne was once again rubbing herself through her now-soaked panties, just one finger, idly tracing up and down along her slit, the contours of which were now clearly outlined by the wet fabric clinging to her body. She really had been getting worked up by watching him. "So," she asked, smiling benevolently, tail wagging behind her, "What are you two gonna do for your encore?" Grunting quietly, Eric sat up, now beginning to stroke himself with one hand. "Well, I was thinking," he said, glancing between his siblings before settling on Milo, "I, uh, wear the pants an awful lot, and I've been feeling kinda bad about that, Milo, I don't want you to think I'm, you know, taking advantage of you, or anything..." He cleared his throat, and Milo realized his normally unflappable brother was blushing just as hard as he normally did. "...So I decided that the next time we did it, I would volunteer to bottom for you," he continued, "What was it you said the first time we did it? This time, I'll be the girl, heh heh..."

Milo barely suppressed the whimper this time, but his ears did flatten against his head. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no... He had not seen this coming; Eric almost never volunteered to be the bottom! In fact, once or twice recently, he'd conveniently 'forgotten' it was his turn, and Milo had gone along with it because he didn't mind letting Eric top. This wouldn't scratch the itch at all! But - but if he turned Eric's offer down, it would surprise the hell out of the other shepherd, and he would... he would have to explain to Eric exactly how much he enjoyed bottoming. "Wh-what's the matter, Milo?" Eric asked, looking somewhat concerned, "You don't look so good all of a sudden, uhh, did all that come give you a stomach-ache? Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that much more than when we usually do it..." Milo cringed at this, his heart beating even faster than it had when he was approaching climax, and looked away, rubbing his arm self-consciously as he took a deep breath and gathered up all of his reserves of courage. "Umm... n-no, I feel f-fine..." he started, his hand idly moving from his arm to his stomach, "It's just, uhh..." He glanced over at their sister, and for perhaps the first time since she had climaxed, she wasn't smiling, looking back and forth between their faces with a fairly neutral expression. He hadn't exactly expected her to read his mind and nod in his direction supportively, but at least she wasn't amused by his awkwardness. Trembling, Milo whimpered and leaned back against the wall, hugging his knees close to his chest. "Oh God... Look, Eric, the, uh, the truth is... the t-truth is that... that b-bottoming feels really, really good f-for me, and I - I was hoping you would top me this time." His cheeks practically burned with the strength of his embarrassment, and he forced himself to finish it, to tell Eric everything while he still had the guts. "Annie t-told me that I have a - a very s-sensitive prostate, and that's why..." he swallowed, wishing he were almost anywhere else right now, before he dared to look up at his brother as he finished, "That's why s-sometimes, when you're, uh, doing me, I... I come from being fucked without touching my dick."

Before he could even see how Eric reacted to this news, Milo buried his face against his knees, and suppressed the urge to yelp, feeling more embarrassed than he could ever remember being. There! He had done it! He had admitted the truth to Eric, to the big brother he'd looked up to and tried to emulate all his life, the strong, confident shepherd who was the very picture of a proper canine in Milo's eyes, even though the truth made Milo sound weak and submissive in a way that dogs were expected not to be.

...So why the fuck hadn't anyone said anything yet?!

Just as Milo finally forced himself to peek over his knees, Eric, who looked more surprised than anything else, responded, though it wasn't exactly the response Milo had feared. "...Oh." Milo pouted in frustration, feeling rather conflicted at the moment. "'Oh?' 'Oh?' That's it?" he asked, disbelievingly, "I manage to finally admit this to you after worrying about it for weeks, and all you say is 'oh?'" Seemingly perfectly at ease, perhaps a little self-conscious by being put on the spot, Eric shrugged and reached up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Well, I guess it sort of explains a few things," he said, "But, uh, yeah, 'oh'. What exactly were you expecting me to say?" Anne spoke up again, clearly trying to hide a smile, if poorly. "Milo was worried you would either put a collar on him and make him your omega because he was submissive," she teased, "or that you would reject him as your brother for daring to enjoy being the bottom, and he would never get to cuddle with his sweet seme again." Milo, who vaguely remembered that term from the last time she had teased him using yaoi comparisons, openly glared at her, not in the mood for her banter. "Shut up!" he snapped, somewhat uncharacteristically, before turning back to Eric, "I've lost sleep over this, dammit! I just - I just know how much our heritage means to you, and y-you're so big and confident, you're everything a canid is supposed to be, and I'm... I'm the runt of the litter who lets everybody push him around and secretly likes taking it in the butt."

Eric looked legitimately taken aback, ears lowering slightly as he frowned. "Christ, Milo, I thought you'd been acting kinda weird now and then, but..." he trailed off, biting his lip and looking frustrated. This seemed to be the kind of situation where some noble, reassuring words were called for, but Eric Thompson had never been great with impromptu speeches. As Milo moved to bury his face against his knees again, whimpering in shame, he felt his brother's hands on his shoulders. When he looked up, Eric was staring daggers at their sister, daring her to make some kind of smart-ass joke, before he pulled Milo in against him, holding the smaller shepherd close. "C'mere, Milo..." he said, softly, hugging his brother against his naked chest, "I'm so sorry if I ever made you think that I would, I don't know, look down on you for not being a perfect, dominant canine." He leaned in and gently licked Milo's cheek, which genuinely made the smaller dog feel better; it was a sign of deep closeness and affection between canines. "Relax, little brother, you're overthinking things. I know everybody wants their pups to grow up to be big dominant leaders, but it's not that big a deal if they're not... I mean, if everybody was an alpha, nothing would ever get done, we'd spend all our time arguing with each other... or something." He sighed, shrugging again. "I'm sorry if this isn't doing a very good job of reassuring you," Eric continued, "it sounded better in my head. I just want you to know you never have to worry about me judging you for being subby, or for what you like between us. You're my little brother, and I love you." Milo couldn't help but glance over at their sister, but thankfully, she was just smiling neutrally, apparently having decided not to press things after Milo had bared his teeth at her earlier prodding. Milo said nothing in return, just reached up and hugged Eric back, letting out a shuddery breath as the shame and humiliation, not to mention the stress that had been building up every time he tried to hide the truth from his brother, faded away. Closing his eyes, he sighed in deepest relief and just sat there in his big brother's arms.

When Milo had recovered from his embarrassment enough to let go, he sat back and smiled thinly at Eric. "Th-thank you..." he started, "I, uh, I finally told you because the real reason I stopped beating off earlier was that I... I needed something else, Eric, I..." Even now, he found it difficult to actually say it, but even as Eric moved to speak, no doubt telling him it was okay and he knew what he was trying to say, Milo forced out the words, uncertain how he felt about the tingle of delight that ran down his spine. "P-please fuck me, big brother!" he gasped, "I need it so bad!" Eric grinned wide enough to show off his fangs, clearly approving. "Well," he said, "what kind of canine would I be if I didn't help my poor little brother out with his problems?" As he spoke, one of his hands slid down Milo's side, and just after he finished, he gripped his brother's butt firmly, extending one finger to tease at Milo's back door. "Ohhh, shit..." Milo whimpered, shivering at the realization that it was finally going to happen. Still holding him firmly, Eric lay his little brother down on the bed, one hand continuing to prod at his anus, the other wandering the other shepherd's body, a gentle caress here, a teasing stroke there, making the smaller dog shiver with indecent delight. Glancing down, he saw that Eric was already at half-mast, which was okay, since his own body was starting to react to his brother's touch. As he reached for the tub of petroleum jelly with his free hand, Eric grinned, tail wagging behind him. "Now then, why don't you be a good dog and roll over, Milo?" he said, playfully, "And show me how high you can hold that tail of yours..." As Milo smiled back and moved to do just that, Anne stood up, one hand held forward as she broke her silence for the first time since being chastised earlier. "Wait!" she cried, "Leave him on his back, and hold his hands in place!" Milo frowned just slightly, and Eric cocked his head curiously. "Why would I do that?" the elder dog asked, prompting their sister to give them a lecherous smile. "Well, now that the cat's out of the bag," she said, "Why not hold a demonstration? Hold his hands so that he can't touch himself, and do him nice and hard so that he creams all over himself! I've never actually seen him do it. Well, there was one time, but he still had his pants on, so it doesn't really count..." "Annie!" Milo protested, blushing as she casually mentioned that somewhat embarrassing night, but Eric just chuckled. "Hell, why not?" he said, giving Milo some fairly mixed emotions, "I'm kind of curious myself." He laughed to himself again as he began to finger his brother in earnest, rubbing the lubricant jelly into Milo's entrance. For his part, the slender shepherd pouted and frowned at his big sister. "I've made a horrible mistake..." he muttered, crossing his arms and blushing as Eric carefully worked a finger into his backside, "What if I don't want to embarrass myself in front of you?" Giggling, Anne shrugged. "Sorry, little brother, but we're gonna pull rank on this one," she said, "Older sibling's prerogative." Trying to glare at her, and finding it very difficult to do so convincingly with Eric's finger rubbing and sliding against his inner walls, Milo huffed indignantly. "I thought you weren't going to be telling us what to do this time," he pointed out, "What happened to just being an audience, huh?" That seemed to give Eric pause, for his finger stopped wiggling, and he looked up to their sister. "You know, that part is kind of a good point," he said, smirking. Anne sat back down, not looking the least bit apologetic. "Well, in my defence, there was no way I was going to miss an opportunity this sexy," she said, "But okay, okay, I promise, no more requests or demands today, no more backseat driving." After a moment, she lowered her glasses and looked Eric straight in the eye. "...After all, that's your job," she said, giggling at her own joke as both of her brothers blushed. "God, you can be such a shithead," muttered Milo, which didn't seem to bother her in the least. "Well, after what you were saying earlier about living up to canine standards," she replied, happily, "just look at it as me doing my best to be a proper bitch."

Soon, Eric was satisfied with the state of Milo's butt, and turned his attention to lubing up his now-stiff prick, with Milo watching nervously, feeling anxious about their impending coupling in a way he hadn't since the early days of their curious relationship. He swallowed, trembling with anticipation, as Eric finally moved over him on all fours, lowering himself down towards his brother's skinny frame. "You ready, little guy?" he asked, and Milo nodded in response. "Uh-huh..." He wished he'd sounded surer of himself, but for once he didn't feel so bad about that. As Eric took hold of his rigid cock, glistening with the jelly, Anne made an odd whine and began to fidget, relieving herself of her bra and panties and sitting there wearing nothing but her glasses. "Oh man, this is gonna be so good," she muttered to herself, "Gotta get nice and comfy..." Milo's attention was briefly drawn to his sister's nicely-sized breasts and the wet slit between her legs, but it didn't stay for long, as Eric was in the process of lining himself up with Milo's anus. "Get ready, Milo," Eric said, as the tip of his penis pressed against the tight ring of muscle, which remained as stubborn as ever. Trembling, Milo closed his eyes and focused on the sensation as the pressure slowly increased, until finally, Eric successfully pressed inside, slowly, gently pushing his hips forward and burying his stiff prick under his little brother's tail. Only once Eric was balls-deep within him did Milo allow himself to moan out loud, shivering on the bed beneath his lover. He instinctively reached up to wrap his arms around Eric's neck, only to find that Eric reached up and took a firm grasp of both of his wrists, pushing his arms down and pinning them against the mattress. "W-wait, you're - you're really gonna do it?" he asked, "You're gonna make me lose it without t-touching my dick?" His ears lowered, mildly dismayed, as Eric just grinned and nodded. As he squirmed beneath his brother, unable to break the larger, more athletic dog's grip, Milo blushed fiercely. "Ah, come on, that's so embarrassing..." he protested, albeit without much strength behind it. From her seat to the side, where she was once again gently teasing her fingers up and down along her labia, Anne smiled. "Think of it as a bonding exercise, Milo," she suggested, "After all this time of worrying about what Eric would think about it, you don't have to fight it anymore, you can just lie back and come alllll over yourself without being afraid of being judged. You did say it feels super good when it happens, didn't you?" "W-well, yeah..." Milo admitted, more distracted than he'd care to admit by the feeling of Eric's cock filling up his backside. The youngest dog shivered as Eric spoke up again. "I know it would make my night. How about it, Milo?" he asked, quite sincerely, "Please?" Milo was surprised and somewhat confused to see Eric deliberately lowering his own ears, showing deference to his brother even as he was pinning him against the bed, hilted in his rump. It was this display, as much as Anne's enticing words, that finally convinced the reluctant shepherd. "Okay, Eric, fine," he said, "but n-no jokes or anything, I've got enough issues about it as it is..." As if putting a seal on their agreement, Eric surprised Milo again by leaning down and kissing him once more, softer, gentler than before, in a way that gave Milo a shiver of pleasure he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about. Given everything else he was feeling, though, it was fairly easy to put it out of his mind.

Soon enough, they broke off the kiss, and as the two brothers looked into each other's eyes, already breathing a little harder, Eric pulled his hips back, his erection slowly withdrawing from his little brother's backside. Normally, Eric asked to make sure Milo was okay to really get started, as he still got the occasional twinge of pain when Eric tried to move too fast or too energetically, but today he just started going, as if they'd exchanged the go-ahead on their tongues while making out. When only the tip of his dick remained inside, he promptly reversed directions, pushing back into Milo's warmth, and despite his efforts, the younger dog couldn't help but moan, his toes curling up as that thick cock slid back into his rear, spreading his walls and making itself at home. As Eric continued, moving a little faster, smoothly thrusting in and out, Milo began to writhe under him, fully aware that he was the centre of attention, feeling weirdly turned on by exactly how little he could move with Eric's hands still holding onto his wrists. As his dick throbbed in the empty air and drooled a single drop of pre-come onto his belly, Milo briefly (and silently) bemoaned how deeply his submissive nature was ingrained in him, but then reflected on the fact that it meant he was the perfect counterbalance for both his big brother and his best-friend-with-benefits, and seriously pondered the idea for the first time that perhaps it wasn't all that bad after all. "Unngh... Milo, try lifting your legs..." Eric muttered as he slid forward again, and the smaller dog just nodded, blushing as he recalled a dream he'd had recently that began with Eric sitting him on the edge of a table, and soon progressed to Milo flat on his back, with his legs tucked above his brother's forearms... Eric's arms were all the way forward, though, holding onto his own, so without many other options, Milo resorted to hooking his legs around Eric's waist, moaning as his brother thrust particularly deep into his rump. "Christ, you're tight..." Eric whispered, as Anne made a mildly irritated noise. "Well now I can't see anything!" she complained, getting out of the chair and coming to kneel by the bed, getting herself a better angle of Eric's erection sliding into and out of their little brother's backside. Milo swallowed, feeling his cock give another twitch, as he turned his head to the side and realized that getting out of the chair hadn't stopped Anne's self-exploration, and that she was now so close to his head that he could hear the soft, wet noises that arose as his sister fingered herself, watching with fascination as every once in a while she pulled those digits out of her cleft and ran them over her clitoris, as if trying to keep the stiff nub properly hydrated with her juices. Seeing which way Milo was looking, Anne giggled. "If you wanna watch, little brother, go ahead and watch," she said, spreading her legs a little more and sliding two fingers inside herself, blatantly showing off for him, "But if I were you, I gotta say, I'd be paying more attention to the guy I was making love to." Milo was about to protest her use of the term 'making love', as he and Eric were not romantically entangled, but all that came out of his mouth was a long, drawn-out moan as she suddenly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them across his nose, instantly filling the younger dog's head with the scent of a deeply aroused female. Torn between the conflicting instinct to want to fuck her and the feeling of taking it from Eric, Milo just lay there, whimpering as he began to drool pre more constantly. As Anne returned her fingers to their task, he averted his eyes and looked up at his brother, blushing as he saw how wide Eric was grinning at what he had just witnessed.

After a few minutes, Eric looked down at Milo, curiosity in his eyes. "So... do I have t-to do anything, you know, special to make you pop your cork?" he asked, "Or should I just keep going, or..." Anne giggled, leaning in close to carefully examine Milo's penis, as if she'd forgotten the point of this whole exercise. "Oh, that's right!" she said, delightedly, "It's not just about taking it like a good little brother, it's about getting his prostate rubbed just the right way. Hold it right there for a second..." Eric obediently paused with just the head of his prick inside Milo's backside, the tight ring of his anus gripping his brother's shaft just below the head. Anne stood up and leaned in behind Eric, pausing for a moment and extending a finger, wiggling it in the air as she muttered to herself. Milo blushed as he realized she was trying to remember exactly where his 'weak spot' was located. "Let's see... if I have to reach in like this, then it's on this side, so..." Adjusting her glasses with the cleaner of her two hands, Anne placed a hand on both of Eric's hips, adjusting his position just slightly, and the angle of penetration with it. "Try it like this, big brother," she said, cheerily, "Nice and strong. Doesn't have to be fast, but push as hard as you can so we can know for sure." Eric's first thrust was much slower than the pace he'd just left, but as his dick rubbed along his brother's inner walls, Milo suddenly felt a short burst of intense pleasure within him, and caught by surprise, he couldn't contain the gasp, or the involuntary tensing of his inner muscles. "Looks like we found it," said Eric, pulling back slightly and deliberately rubbing the head of his cock against the spot. Milo whimpered with pleasure as his penis throbbed again, drooling a more impressive dollop of pre-come onto his stomach. Anne seemed delighted, practically clapping her hands in excitement as she resumed her former position. "Mmmmm, don't stop now, Eric, do him nice and hard, make our sweet little brother yours," she said, teasingly, "Make poor Milo feel so good that he can't help but make a mess of his nice, clean fur..." "Annie..." he whined, looking away, "D-don't tease me, you s-said there'd be no jokes..." He found himself looking back as she sat back on her heels, leaning in close to his face. "Awww, I'm sorry, little brother," she said, soothingly, "You know I only say it because you're adorable when you're embarrassed..." She removed her dry hand from the breast it had been fondling and extended it towards his groin, pausing when she was almost there to glance up to their brother, who had resumed thrusting into Milo's rear with slower, deeper strokes. "May I, big brother?" she asked, politely. "Sure," Eric replied, casually, "Just don't g-get him off yet." She nodded her thanks, and then reached out to take hold of Milo's testicles, carefully avoiding absolutely any contact with his achingly stiff penis. As she squeezed and kneaded his balls, as if appraising them, she leaned in close and kissed her brother rather chastely on the cheek. "I don't mean to make you feel bad, sweetie," she said, softly, "I'm so happy right now, and I start joking when I'm happy. I'm just excited for you, I promise. And oh boy, seems like you really need it... are you sure you came earlier? Feels so tight and full..." Milo knew that she was only saying that part because she knew that hearing his big sister talk like that would turn him on, but it was doing such a good job of it that he didn't especially mind. Once again, he found himself whimpering, but with his brother grinning down at him and his sister beaming with anticipation, he realized that this time, it was entirely from pleasure, and not at all from shame. It was a nice feeling, he decided, and he would have to try it more often.

The siblings continued their dalliances in relative silence, broken only by grunts and moans as Eric continued driving himself against Milo's sweet spot, and Anne expertly worked her parts, biting her lip now and then to keep from crying out her pleasure. "God..." she muttered, after a few minutes, "This is so fucking hot. And it's just like that one dream I had..." She continued to watch her brothers' debauchery for a few seconds, shrugging absently as she finished the thought. "Well," she said, "except that Eric isn't wearing his soccer jersey... and that Milo isn't dressed like a schoolgirl." Milo sent a dirty look in her direction, but Anne wasn't even looking at his face, and he swallowed as he realized she had been completely serious. His attention was drawn away from Anne's casual admissions as he felt the pleasure beginning to build up inside him, and he moaned softly as he felt his dick throb, hard, like a warning to the rest of his body that he would soon lose control. "Ohhhh fuuuuck," he groaned, "Eric! I - I'm getting so c-close... It's n-not too late to - to finish me off with your hand, you know..." Eric responded by driving himself home a little harder than usual, making his brother whimper with arousal. "Naah, that's okay," Eric said, playfully, "I think I'll just k-keep going." Milo found himself clenching his legs, holding onto his brother tightly even as his hands wriggled and writhed ineffectually. "Nnngh... Oh, God, I'm gonna coooome..." Milo groaned, partially bemoaning his embarrassing fate, partly looking forward to the immense relief. Once more, Eric responded by picking up the pace, his body slapping against Milo's again and again, every stroke sending a burst of concentrated pleasure throughout Milo's system, admittedly focusing on his painfully erect penis. But as he continued, Eric wordlessly released his iron hold on Milo's wrists for exactly the time it took for his hands to move slightly north and grip Milo's hands themselves, weaving his fingers between his brother's, tightly holding his hands as Milo approached the point of no return. Anne let out a shuddery breath, clearly waiting for the big moment just as eagerly as her brothers. And then, just like that, the youngest shepherd tensed up and arched his back as best he could, crying out as his resistance was finally defeated. "Oh - oh God - Eric!" Milo gasped, wanting to close his eyes but, like the other two dogs in the room, he found himself completely unable to look away as the pleasure burst forth from within him, as he began ejaculating helplessly, each throb and pulse of his rigid prick spurting thick, ropey strands of his wet seed onto his chest and stomach. At the same time, it meant his backside began to squeeze and clench involuntarily, the sudden tightness and rhythmic squeezing bringing Eric over the edge with him, and the larger dog hunched over his lover with a strangled cry as he began to tremble and shake, driving himself into Milo one last time as his own dick began to spasm, painting his little brother's bowels with hot jets of his creamy semen even as the younger shepherd emptied his balls onto his own torso. And, as if the universe had arranged things just so, Anne stuffed a hand into her mouth to keep her cries from exiting the room as she reached an orgasm of her own from watching both of her brothers writhe their way through climax, her pussy clenching down on her intruding digits, a sudden gush of her juices squirting out from within her to soak into Milo's carpet, her clitoris throbbing angrily against her fingertips as the shepherdess joined her siblings in pleasure and release.

Milo hadn't come that hard in a very, very long time, such a powerful release that it had almost hurt. Once every tremble, every spasm was over, he finally sagged down to the bed with a soft moan, going completely limp in his brother's arms. Eric held him close as he followed suit, finishing off his climax and spurting the last of his seed into Milo's tight, warm rump. Then, Eric just sat there, breathing hard and not moving. Though he probably wouldn't admit it, that suited Milo just fine, as he liked to savour the sensation of his brother's penis hilted under his tail, Eric's hot seed filling in every nook and cranny within him. At the moment, however, he was more distracted by the realization that he'd finally done it; he'd blown his load all over himself without anyone so much as laying a finger on his rod, and both of his siblings had watched, entranced, as it happened. Now his cheeks began to burn as he turned his head away, shivering. What would he see in their eyes now that he'd shown them exactly how submissive, exactly how 'bottomy' he really was? "Hey, little brother," said Eric, softly. Only the gentleness of his voice convinced Milo to look up at him, and he practically whimpered in relief as he saw no hint of mockery, no teasing in his lover's eyes. Just happiness and satisfaction in his afterglow, and perhaps a bit of pride for being responsible for his brother losing it so spectacularly. Before Milo could say a single word, though, Eric bent down and gently kissed his brother, and the skinny shepherd blushed as he eagerly kissed him back, struck, not for the first time, by how soft his older brother's lips were. After a few moments of silence, their sister cleared her throat, sounding quite amused with herself. "You know guys, show's over," she teased, "you don't have to keep holding on like that." Breaking off the kiss, Milo was embarrassed to realize that the way Eric had been holding his hands since just before they climaxed had felt so natural that they hadn't thought to stop after they came. Eric sat up straight, almost reluctantly letting go of Milo's hands, and the skinny dog lowered his arms, holding them in front of his chest as he rubbed his wrists. "That was... that was amazing, Eric," Milo whispered, "I came so hard..." Eric leaned in and licked his cheek. "I could tell, little brother, you really busted a nut!" Eric replied, actually sounding impressed, "I've never seen anyone do that before, Anne was right, that was super hot." Walking over and resting her shapely butt down on the edge of the bed, Anne giggled. "Maybe next time you'll take my word for it, big brother," she said, poking Eric in the shoulder. As the female lay down on her side next to her little brother, Eric finally pulled out of Milo's backside, both of them whimpering from the residual pleasure. Milo shivered at the sensation of his brother's hot come slowly oozing out of him, and lay back, making himself comfortable. He looked up when Anne suddenly moved over him. "A-Annie?" he asked, weakly, feeling a little light-headed after everything he'd been through. She looked into his eyes, and he was weirdly touched to see a hint of embarrassment on the other end of their relationship for a change. "Um, Milo?" she asked, "Can I... can I help you get cleaned up? I know the whole point was just to watch you guys, no touching and all, but I feel so left out..." Shivering in anticipation, he grinned at her. "Oh, uh, s-sure thing, sis, be my guest," he replied, sliding his forearms under his head as he watched his sister lean in and begin cleaning him the way he'd cleaned Eric; with sweeping drags of her wide, flat tongue, carefully licking up all the warm cream Milo had left on himself and making her little brother more presentable. As she continued lapping up the mess, Eric rolled over and snuggled against Milo's other side, and the slender shepherd felt surprisingly loved, pressed between his siblings for naked cuddles. The feeling only increased once Anne had finished lovingly tonguing her little brother's chest and belly, making him spic and span before lying down and snuggling in close. There Milo lay, his siblings lying on either side of him, the three of them cuddled in close enough that their bare fur intermingled, completely unconcerned about their state of nudity. After a moment, naturally, one of them had to go and open their mouth. "So, Milo..." said Eric, grinning very slightly and avoiding Milo's eyes, "Feel any better to get that load off your chest?" There was a brief pause, and then Milo and Anne groaned as one. "Did you really just say that out loud?" asked Milo, as if he refused to believe his own ears. Anne sat up and crossed her arms, pouting at her eldest sibling. "Yeah, come on, big brother," she added, "even I thought that was awful, and I'm all about making bad jokes about The Deed!" Despite themselves, the three of them were soon giggling at Eric's audacity, though admittedly, they felt so good that if they hadn't, they probably would have just found something else to giggle amongst themselves about.

It wasn't long, though, before Eric lay back down and nudged at his brother. "No, seriously, little guy, you seemed crazy stressed about - about all that stuff earlier," he said, "You feeling any better about that?" Milo swallowed and grinned shyly at the larger shepherd. "W-well, uh... yeah, actually," he said, warming up a little, "I'd been so worried about it for so long that I almost didn't remember why I was worried in the first place... I feel so stupid, though, losing sleep and having nightmares about what you'd say when you found out, and it turns out it was a total non-issue." After a moment, Milo glanced between his siblings and shrugged. "I guess I'm still kind of hesitant about the whole thing, to be honest," he continued, "I mean, I'm not exactly gonna be, uhh, putting on little shows like that on a regular basis or anything... but at least now I don't have the weight of that secret on my shoulders, so there's that." Anne leaned in and licked at his cheek, giving him a gentle hug. "You'll never have to worry about losing our respect, I promise," she said, softly, "We may tease you from time to time, but we still love and care for you, eh? Even if you did dress up like a schoolgirl, you'll always be my little brother Milo, and that's what counts." After a moment, she smirked and added, "Although if you were worried about being judged for that kind of thing, if I were you I'd be focused on the absolutely adorable noises you make when you come. They -" For once, Eric chose to step in and interrupt the teasing by reaching over and poking at her shoulder. "You're one to talk!" he laughed, "I heard the sound you made when you got yourself off last time, all unnngguhhhhhhh!!" Milo's frown had already faded away as he laughed at the face Eric was making to accompany his unflattering impression, while Anne blushed and questioned its accuracy.

Eventually, after much relaxation, Anne sat up from her cuddling with a sigh. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay here in a dogpile for the rest of the afternoon, I've actually got stuff to do today," she said, somewhat regretfully, "I should get a shower and head out." Sighing, she took one last lingering look at the other two dogs and then stood up, scooping up her bra and panties and plopping herself down in the chair where she'd started, to get dressed. "Oh, good lord, these are soaked," she giggled, as she pulled her underwear on, "I'd been planning on teasing myself, remember, I - I've never actually come in my panties before." As she tugged her socks on, she glanced up at her little brother and (poorly) hid a smile. "...I wonder if this is how it feels to be Milo?" she teased, giggling out loud as Milo gave her a dirty look. Seeing Anne getting ready to leave belatedly got her brothers moving towards their own clothes, though they were still working on their boxers and socks when she got her shirt on and made herself look respectable. She stepped up to the door, then paused and looked back at her siblings. "Really, though, Milo, I'm so proud of you for admitting the truth," she said, pushing her glasses back into place with a finger, "You're gonna feel so much better soon." Grinning back, Milo nodded to her. "Thanks, Annie. I sure hope so," he replied, before she slipped out and closed the door behind her. Milo got up, walking over and locking the door, to make sure that nobody walked in on him and Eric in their underwear, but when he turned around, Eric was lying back down - directly on top of his clothes.

"Looking for something?" Eric asked, smiling slyly. Milo walked over and crossed his arms, but it was mostly for effect, as his wagging tail suggested. "Eric, I kinda need those," Milo said, gently. As Eric rolled onto his side to face his brother, it became apparent that his tail was wagging, too. "Is that so?" Eric asked, "Well... what if you didn't need these?" The younger shepherd couldn't help but grin, immediately seeing where this was going but wanting to play along. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, as Eric finally sat up. His big brother reached over and took hold of Milo's hips, bodily pulling him down into the bed and then wrapping him up in a hug. "I mean, Anne's gotta go out and do stuff, but my schedule's wiiiiide open," Eric said, looking quite happy about that, "So relax, little brother, take it easy..." Milo shivered as the elder dog leaned in to kiss him on the throat, even as his strong hands came to rest on the waistband of his boxers, sliding the underwear down and off before they wandered back up to more interesting areas, the skinny shepherd suppressing a moan as his brother gave his package a gentle squeeze. "So now that it's just the two of us again," Eric continued, his own need starting to leak through in his voice, "How about instead of getting dressed and finding something productive to do, we just mess around until we're ready to try for round three, hmm?" Milo chuckled as Eric enthusiastically kissed at his neck and shoulders, already doing a good job of stirring the embers of desire inside his lover. "Mmmm... I think that's a fantastic idea, big brother..." Milo said, closing his eyes and just savouring the moment. "Awesome," the elder dog replied, sounding delighted, "I was thinking this time we could try, what's it called, reverse cowgirl - or is it cow_boy_ when it's a dude? - and I could give you the reach-around." Frankly, the idea sounded awesome to Milo, but he couldn't help but push his brother away for a moment. "W-wait a second, Eric, I... I just want to know," he asked, blushing, "I know you'd never, like, make me your bitch or something, but... am I gonna be the designated b-bottom from now on, or...?" Eric's smile did almost as much to reassure the younger canine as his words. "Well, if you really enjoy bottoming like you said, then I certainly expect you to be doing it a lot more often..." he said, "But that's because it makes you happy, it'll be just like before, little guy. If you're horny, and you wanna be the top, all you have to do is ask." Sighing happily, feeling completely relaxed around his brother for the first time in weeks, Milo leaned in again, obviously angling for the other dog's lips. "Thanks, Eric. Means a lot to me," he murmured, before the shepherds took each other in their arms again and began to kiss. As he started to warm up, feeling his body beginning to react to his brother's touch, Milo couldn't help but reflect on how different he'd felt before he approached his brother today, wracked with nerves and anxiety over the idea of Eric even suspecting his secret, couldn't have imagined a universe in which he'd be willing to let Eric hold him down while he demonstrated his secret to the big brother he idolized, and with Annie watching it happen, no less! But Eric's reaction, or lack thereof, had finally made Milo accept what his sister had been gently trying to tell him ever since he'd told her the truth; Eric and Anne would love and accept him no matter what, and the happiness and reassurance he got from that thought made him feel even better than the roll in the hay they'd just finished. Milo smiled as the kiss ended, thinking about how much peace of mind he'd gotten from a little full disclosure with the person he'd been so scared to talk about these things with. And somewhere in the back of his mind, even now, he couldn't help but wonder...

If only it could be so easy to share his secrets with Gela.