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Comet just got off the phone; he wasn't happy. I sat listening through the wall for a full fifteen minutes catching what seemed like the petering end of a long drawn out argument. He'd just broken up with Sam, I hadn't heard the reason why, but I'd tuned into the part where Comet was still bartering for a second chance, to start things fresh, but apparently Sam wasn't having any of it. To be honest, it wasn't a surprise really. This usually always happened eventually after Comet came out and told his boyfriends the childhood secret we both shared. It was really sad - I kinda felt responsible really - but he was always adamant that he'd be honest with his mates and he wasn't ashamed of what we'd did. I wasn't either, but I felt guilty when others knew. The cold stares from the across the room whenever his boyfriends were round were the worst though...

Especially Sam's - the guy looked like he was both disgusted and murderous, like I was suddenly the enemy. I didn't blame him really...

I heard something thump against the world really loud. Something had hit the world - a fist most likely - followed by some muffled sobs and growls. Yikes... I felt like I should maybe go and say something, even if it's just to apologise. It's always my fault really. Nothing would have ever happened if I hadn't have confided in him. Shit happens, I guess, but there was no need for us to do what we did. In the end, I only did it because I just needed the comfort, the support of knowing someone was there. I get that it was wrong, but it was just a dark time.

I decide it's probably better if I at least acknowledge he's upset. It's practically Christmas - well, three hours until it's midnight - so it just feels wrong to pretend nothing's happened. The neighbours upstairs probably heard the shouting; I should have been given the full deal. As I peel my way out of my duvet nest I've managed to fashion for myself, I wonder who on Divinia breaks up with their boyfriend on Christmas Eve? It's kinda dickish of Sam, if you ask me, but that guy was never the nicest chap. I mean, he was cool and all, Comet seemed happy with him, but it's just when you were alone with him, it seemed like there was an icy chill to the room. It was as if you expected him to do something suddenly, something you'd want to flinch to. I know it sounds a bit abusive, but he had that air to him of distance. I was a little happy Comet wasn't with him anymore, but still... nobody wants to wish that kind of spite on their siblings.

Carefully I sneak a glance out the door. Comet's not left his room, so our little abode - the rather sketchy two-bedroom flat that could really do with a bit of sprucing up - was empty and dark. The Christmas tree lights had long since switched off on their timer, so the sparse little tree that sat in the corner of the room was cast in a gloomy glow, the furniture only visible by the soft ambient light that filtered through bare curtains. We'd moved in about two to three years ago, I forget which, and even know we still had unpacked cardboard boxes stack along the wall and in the corner of the room. We were both too lazy to really bother with emptying them, so we just took things out as we needed them and never bothered with the rest. Probably some spider had made its home there by now. I can't remember the last time either of us had rummaged through them. I don't really like going through them because of bad memories - old photos, small mementoes, things like that. Just stuff I don't want to remember from back home. Comet was better with that kind of shit, but I think that's more because he's hardened to what happened. I was younger than him when it all went to hell.

I knock on his door - it's only adjacent to mine - and wait for the response. I half-expect to hear him yell 'fuck off' at me through the walls, but after fidgeting on my toes for a minute or two, I catch the sound of the latch clicking. The handle turns, quite slowly, but Comet opens the door and peeks his head through the crack. His eyes are red, but he's no longer crying it seems. Just this dead expression greets me,

"Rudy... you still up?"

"It's Christmas Eve!" I say, trying to sound a little cheery even though I had that sinking weight in my gut, "Like anyone can sleep now..." I trailed off. It was a shit way to start the inevitable confrontation, but I didn't like it when we fought. He could just close the door and tell me to go to bed and try and get some sleep, end it now before the fireworks were lit, but he didn't. He wouldn't. He'd want to vent just as much as I felt like I deserved it.

"So you heard then..." I didn't answer. I didn't really need to. My guilty, ashamed silence was enough for him. "Let me guess then, you're sorry?"

"You know I am."

"For fuck sakes, Rudy, it's not your fault." He threw open the door and stormed past me, heading into the kitchen. I already knew where he was going, off to fetch himself something to drink. We had a bottle of whiskey that had been left behind by one of Comet's friends after some pre-drinks before hitting the clubs. I hadn't gone, it's not really my scene, but Comet had this habit of simply claiming the leftover booze that they'd forgotten to take with them or finish off. I heard the clink of a glass as he moodily lets it clatter against the kitchen counter, followed by the unscrewed cap of the bottle and then the glug of rich brown alcohol. It was almost as if I could smell the sharp whiff of whiskey in the air as he took a large gulp.

Tentatively, I wandered round the room so that I can watch him as he leans over the counter, head hung low like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I couldn't blame him, having to work two jobs to cover the pair of us whilst we lived here and I went to college.

"Go to bed, Rudy."

He didn't look up, just deadpanned and ordered me to bed. I wasn't a child. I might be the younger brother, but we're not father and son - at least not to the public eye.

"Don't tell me what to do." He didn't like that, it riled him up. He snapped up from staring at the counter's fake marble surface and glared at me. It gave me a good look at him in the dark, even as shabby as he was from a restless night and tiring phone call.

He was taller than me by about a foot, a fact that I never seemed to live down as I was notoriously mocked for being shorter by his friends. I didn't mind really, but it seemed impossible to ignore. The fact his antlers were practically twice the size of his own only made it more obvious. Comet was even bigger than him too, being a former football player for his college team. He'd been the quintessential jock in his time, but he'd dropped out sadly. Still, he'd kept up his firm build all these years, so I just looked like a stick next to him since I'd never hit the gym before. It was like standing next to a powerhouse whilst you were just a weakling - he could probably deadlift me if he wanted to. Physically there wasn't much else different than those points; we shared the same coat, a tawny brown with darker flecks, but mine was a little lighter. I suppose at a glance it was easy to tell we were brothers - very few things distinguished us aside from general appearance and facially we were quite the same. I had Dad's eyes though. That was something which always upset Comet a little. Not much I can do about it, we both agreed, but Comet had had a longer time with Dad naturally, so it was just one of those things... I mean, his name isn't even Comet, but he was named 'Connor' after our dad, so I had to relent and let him call himself after his football nickname. I wonder sometimes if he'll ever bother to get round to changing it, or whether he's going to keep it as some sort of official memento...

"Don't forget I signed guardianship for you. Parent or not, I'm still your older brother, now go. To. Bed." That bastard... There was no way he was gonna pull that on me. A couple of years ago and it might have worked, but I'm nineteen now. Well past that age of being considered a 'man' though I use that term loosely. He might legally be responsible for me, but he certainly didn't get the right to boss me about like some foster father.

"It's fucking Christmas," I snapped back, the tiredness showing in my voice. I didn't mean to, but it just sorta bled out in my tone. We were both pretty exhausted, I'll have to admit, "Will you stop trying to shut me out from everything?"

His fist thumped against the kitchen counter, biting his bottom lip as a number of emotions flashed behind cold eyes. Anger definitely, annoyance most likely, then some sadness that I didn't miss all followed by a glimmer of defeat. I stood there and waited for a response, trying to hide my wince from the bang of his paw connecting with the faux marble.

"You heard?" I nodded, "Fuck's sake..." He mumbled something to himself and his paw unfurled from a fist and pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing at his eyes. Like I said, we were tired. Not just physically, you might have guessed by now, but in every sense. I was bleeding myself dry with my college studies and he was throwing himself under the bus with his jobs to cover finances - Christmas hardly felt like Christmas at all with all the stress burning under our skin. We were both burning the candle from both ends and right now we were running out of wick.

"It was because of me, wasn't it?"

"What happened between me and Sammy had nothing to do with you."

"You're a bad liar, you know that?" I knew what I'd heard, I'd seen the icy glares and accusing looks from that reptile, so it was crystal clear as to the reason why they'd finally thrown in the towel. I don't even know how Comet still threw himself into more relationships when they always ended within the year after a few months. Once the secret broke out, that's when all went to hell. That's when I had to be extra nice to Comet. Not because he needed it or asked for it, but because the guilt just crushed me inside that I had to make up some way to kind of atone for it.

"Does it matter?" He barked again, temper running to a simmering level. It was at this point it'd either explode with a fight or cool off with dismissal. "Look, what happened between me and you, all that stuff, I don't see it as wrong, and neither should the person I'm with. I'm not gonna try and dust it under the rug because it happened and whilst I'm not proud of it, I'm not ashamed either. It just... It just happened, okay?"

"Okay..." It stung. I mean, just... wow. It always stung. Every time he explained it to me, what his stance was, I couldn't help but feel dejectedly insulted. Like I was just something on the side he'd once had and now I was history. Yet there I stood, right in front of him, and somehow we had to deal with that. Because you see, that's the problem with me. Most people you get intimate with, be they a one night stand, a friend with benefits, a partner, when you stop all that and go back to the way things were, when you try to go back to normal, it's easy. You just don't see one another again; you don't talk as much, you just stop. Even if you were friends before, you either never speak of it again or you just don't be friends anymore. They're an 'ex' for a reason. They're no longer in your life. But he and I are brothers. He can't just push me aside like all those before - and after, I'm afraid to say - me. I'm still here when he's moving on, when we're living together, when we're talking. Luckily I had my studies to consume my time, so when I'm home I don't have to face his handsome face and scold myself for even thinking of my own brother like that, but him... I don't know what he does. He drinks, I know that much. He plays games too, and chills with his friends I guess, but that's still empty time - empty time in which he has to reconcile all the things that have happened in his head. Gods, it must be torture for him. I wonder if he ever thinks about the stuff we did in the same way I do. I don't think he does. He always seems to be getting away from it, whereas I'm just... well, I don't actually know what I'm going to do about it all. Fortunately I haven't met anyone who's interested me, so...

I guess him and me having sex wasn't the best of ideas, in hindsight. But they were dark days, it was just easier to find any possible comfort with each other rather than exposing ourselves to others and risking getting hurt. We trusted one another...

"You know I don't mean it like that..." We'd had this argument before too, so we weren't exactly breaking any new ground here. He'd say sorry for how he'd just said that, I'd begrudgingly accept the apology, then I'd say sorry for butting my nose into what really isn't my business and we'd go our separate ways. Then we wouldn't have the same dispute again until the next time he broke up with someone.

"No, I get it. I was a mistake." Right now, years later, I honestly felt like I was. I was of age, sure, and we both consented to it, but for him it was probably a very bad decision and a result of a lack of judgement for the consequences and repercussions. For me, I liked it. It was during a time where everything else felt like shit and that everything around me was falling apart, but he was always there in the dark to make me feel wanted. Now that things were more stable, I can survive on my own I guess, but even just knowing he's in the other room calms me down sometimes. Especially when nightmares hit or you get one of those gut-wrenching thoughts that'll send your train of thought plummeting into a deep chasm of doubts and assumptions.

"It wasn't a mistake, Rudy, you know that."

"But it's something you regret," Comet sighed, but that only made it worse. Some ugly part of me was rearing its head, not wanting to calm down for once, "Oh fuck off, stop lying to me. I'm tired of you trying to shield it all from me because I'm the younger one and I'm the one not having to deal with what we did." I hadn't realised I was yelling, but I was. Even Comet looked surprised, "So either tell me the truth or you've ruined Christmas. Not Sam, not me, you. Because you close yourself off and I feel like there are times like I don't know you anymore."

"Rudy..."

"No, Comet, you shut yourself off and I feel like it's all my fault." I choked. Fucking hell, I choked, but the words were just gushing out by now. I don't even think it was me talking, but rather half a dozen years of emotions just boiling over in one big angry shout. I kinda drifted in and out of my own tirade, half paying attention to it and consumed by letting it all go that I didn't realise his face had changed from the hardened steely grimace to a softer, exhausted expression.

"Rudy... alright."

He sounded so quiet, but it stopped me dead cold in the middle of the sentence. It was just his eyes, and that sad face... He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders - maybe he had, who knows. His mouth moved like he was searching for the right words but failing to simply grasp them into a formulated sentence. I just waited. Whatever he had to say, I was keen to hear it. Maybe he'd spout off the same crap he'd fed me for years, serving to utterly destroy my hopes of a happy Christmas, or he might try something new. Usually it wasn't my fault and it ended up being some drawn out farce of him just not finding the right guy who was content with his past, but maybe he would try some other angle, like that it was something they shouldn't have to hide away like all the rest of their shit.

"Look... yeah, it's not your fault, it's ours. We did it, not you." He wiped his face and huffed, "So yeah, I blame us. I am angry at us for doing what we did. I hate it. I hate that we did it and that now we're trying to act like it meant nothing and we're all just trying to move on. It's ruined my love life, it haunts me every night when I'm not sleeping with someone, and every time I look at you I just can't help but think back to those days we had..."

"So... you're saying you hate what we did?" I had tears in my eyes. Furious tears, because if this was the truth then I didn't want to hear it and I wanted him to shut up his fat, gorgeous face. I preferred the ambiguous white lie, the omission of what was really going on, "That you hated sleeping with me?"

"No, no, no!" He tugged at his antlers, shaking his head and wheezing out an even heavier sigh before finally blurting out, "I hate that we can't go back!"

That's when the tensest, strangest, and most vicious silence set in between us. I didn't even hear our breathing, or the wind howling outside the windows, or the rush of traffic passing by at the dead of night through the thin panes. I just stared at him gobsmacked, the air eviscerated from my lungs and the strength in my limbs being sapped away. He... liked what we did? Not only liked it, but he wanted to go back to it? We had agreed we'd never return to something like that, that it was just too risky and stupid to do, because to carry on would be to shoot ourselves in our own footpaws. We'd have to lug that history around with us and it'd just complicate things between us. We were the only family we had now, realistically speaking, so to endanger our brotherly bond for something intimate and romantic... We'd isolate ourselves with our own recklessness. It was just a really bad idea.

"You want to go back?" I said quietly, trying to keep my voice level. I wasn't sure whether I should be angry, upset, or frightened. Above it all, I was just confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I just wish there was some way you and I could work without monumentally fucking things up." Comet moved to go back to his room, his shoulder brushing past my own. I just sorta stood there, too stunned to really respond, "Things then were simpler. We knew where we stood and we didn't judge one another. We shared everything. Trying to find another guy like you... it's like trying to find someone who doesn't remind me of my own flesh and blood - literally."

He passed by and began to open the door back into his bedroom, leaving me to just stand there gormlessly in the dark. He left his drink on the counter, clearly not intent on boozing himself tonight. I guess we'd have to save it if we were gonna have some for dinner later, though goodness knows how that'll turn out given the revelations we were having. I rubbed my forearm not quite sure what to do.

"Where are you going?" I asked, fishing to see if our little spat was over or whether it was going to be one of those long broods where there'd be a dull unease about the flat. I peered back over my shoulder, watching the dim light from his room's lamp ebb into the living space, casting a long shadow away from me, my small rack accentuated from my head into something longer and twisted. My shadow looked haggard. I don't know why I noticed, but it just stuck out to me.

"To bed." He said the words rather bluntly, though I suppose the answer was obvious - a long night of fraught emotions. He probably just wanted to sleep and I was keeping him with all this stupid shit.

"Okay..."

"Do... do you want to join me?" I turned around more, properly looking at my brother. He looked kinda wary, almost scared in a way, and I couldn't blame him. I was kinda scared too. What did I want? I mean sure, he's been the only guy who I've ever been close with, the only one who knows what I've been through and how my head works, and I fear the day I might have to distance myself from him by getting together with some other male... But was it right to be with my own brother? There was no law or anything against it anymore, so long as procreation isn't involved, but still... people didn't like it. They frown upon it. Just like there's nothing wrong with same sex couples, but there's always that odd group still trying to protest against it all for some sanctity of some far-fetched religion.

But as I looked at him, probably just as vulnerable as I was right then, it just shot me back to those days after we'd left home, and it felt wrong to say no, so I just nodded my head mutely. He gave me a warming small smile, the kind that makes me knees go weak, and he swung the door open further for me.

I stepped inside just as he clambered back into bed, stripping off his clothes as he went until he was nude beneath the covers. This was really happening. After years of trying to deny everything and blot out all the memories and feelings, it was finally happening again. My whole body felt like it was shivering from my antlers to my hooves, not the chill kind of trembling but the fearful, anticipatory kind of quivers that meant something big was going on. Comet scooched up on the bed to the furthest side, leaving just enough space on the edge for me to climb aboard and curl up beside him - though there was little room for me really at all, which either meant I'd fall off plenty of times through the night or it meant I'd have to lay atop my brother's rugged chest... Oh Gods, I can hardly breathe. What was I doing?

Working on automatic, I started to pull off my lazy clothes, meagre sweats that I just shrugged off and tossed aside onto my brother's office chair along with the rest of his dirty laundry that had yet to be done. I felt the smell of him start to envelope me as I descended into his man-cave. That familiar scent of that one particular deodorant, the certain musk he had, and the lingering aromas of nights where he'd been just that little bit bored with internet access... It smelt just like him. As I knelt down and lowered myself onto the bed, it became oh so much stronger; the different sensation of a long-forgotten bed met my pelt and his musk started to swim into all my senses. Worries about what we were doing kept getting drowned beneath the heat, the stench, the feeling of another chiselled body against my own.

Hey, a man's got urges, even if he doubts everything he's doing.

I lay on my stomach, my leg inside his so that I had my thigh and hip pressed up against his crotch. I tried desperately not to think about it too much, knowing that I could feel his sheath and balls radiating warmth against my body, just waiting to pulse with blood and harden. Maybe we'd just snuggle, maybe that was all we needed for tonight, but as I tried to innocently look up at Comet, him sitting propped up against the headboard, I caught his eyes. There was more there now than just that bitter sadness. The rage had long since faded, but now it was getting replaced with need. He wanted to feel wanted, just like I did, and he knew the quickest solution to that problem. His paw came up under my chin, tilting my head so that my mouth was raised just slightly higher, looking down the bridge of my snout. It was that sucker look he loved so much, the 'come hither' kind of look where the inevitable was that our lips would meet. I didn't expect any less as I began to lean forwards on instinct and he put his head down towards my head. I have to close my eyes because I can feel my heart pounding in my chest a million beats a minute. If I keep them open, I'll just freak out and I'd flee from that room. I just have to keep a calm head. Then there was his hot breath, glancing over my muzzle, mixing with my own pants, before finally his mouth connects with mine. I moan softly, because the touch is so familiar that I've longed for it, even if it was only subconsciously.

His lips are damp, as if he's been licking them over and over, but they're salty and bitter, just how I remember them. Apparently I was the sweeter of us, though I could hardly taste my own spit. I just took his word for it; all I appreciated was that masculine flavour, all those sorts of things I associated with what it was that defined a man. I had experience... though I regret to admit it. But Comet was the right kind of man, the truer male if there ever was one. I guess I might insult a lot of guys by saying that, but to me it was the truth, and ultimately I think that's all that matters. I get reminded of his presence as suddenly our mere chaste kiss turns into something more passionate. His tongue presses at my lips and I part them instinctively, knowing that's what he wants. His thick muscle moves into my mouth and teases my own tongue, forcing his taste deeper into me so that I'm made to truly sample his flavours. I just get overwhelmed and I take it, not really sure how to respond except to let it consume me. He just takes control and that's how it's always worked. He's been the one to keep things together, I've been the one to keep him going. The dream team, I guess.

Slowly though I can feel him retreat. His tongue slips out of my mouth and I let out a heady gasp when I can finally draw breath. Our nostrils are flared wide and his pupils are just wide from the exhilaration. I wonder what must have been running through his head, whether that kiss matched up to any of his other lovers, or if I was just substandard. Probably the latter, I barely did anything...

"Fuck..." he whistled softly, not to anyone in particular, as he licked his lips from errant spittle. He looked both bewildered and amazed at the same time, rather cute I had to say on him. It made a change from the usual brooding gloom he always seemed to have cast over his frown. But I was confused as to what I should do now, whether I should just kiss him again or if we'd... move on to other things... I don't know. How far did he want to take this?

"Do you want me?" I finally asked, voicing that unspoken question we seemed to be avoiding, "I mean... do you want-want me?" It sounded so childish having to say it, especially like that, but I just needed an answer. Just to satisfy my curiosity. Comet hesitated, like he hadn't really wanted to give that answer so immediately, but I wasn't prepared to go any further without it.

"I... Yeah, just... you ready to deal with whatever shit comes? 'Cause it won't be easy... We'll be like any other couple and we'll also be brothers, so it'll be... difficult." He sighed, the reluctance returning to his gaze, "People won't be happy..."

"Yeah, I know. I don't care. I love you and that's all that matters - especially at Christmas." I would look back on this moment and probably retch at the sappiness, but this had been a long time coming - something overdue that we should have said, and by extension done, months back.

He smiled, the happiest grin I'd seen from him in a very long while, and he kissed me again. Softer this time, if it was actually possible, and he didn't stop as we kept our mouths joined. I even managed to slip my tongue back, giving him the chance to get a taste of myself, not that he was missing any. It almost felt like his whole tongue was down my throat at times, he was in so deep and it was so thick. I would have been suffocated had he not let up every now and then, if only to push the covers off our bodies so that his paws could...

I felt heavy palms grasp at my cheeks, their natural size cupping each globe and dwarfing them. I could feel his groin grinding into my hip, his crotch beginning to get aroused. It pulsed ever so gently against my inner thigh, his sheath swelling as his cock began to peek out into the cold. I rolled onto my side beside him, just as he peeled back the last of the sheets, to uncover all that lay below. His body came into view in the dim light, every contour of those muscles shaded in such a delectable way that I just wanted to rub my paw all over them. I probably did, though I was losing track of what was happening. My mind was getting swamped in all the overwhelming sensations which seemed to enclose on me from all sides. I just couldn't help myself. It was like my body was taking over; the promise of simple pleasure derived from giving in superseding that of my brain. It might be a very bad decision, somewhere down the line, but there and then all I wanted was to put my mouth to his flesh and take all that I could in. I wanted to be consumed by him in every sense. I wanted to taste him, to feel his warmth, to bask in his smell, wrapped in his arms... Perhaps I really was just smitten by him, but I didn't care. Simple pleasures, remember?

Comet lifted a paw away and brought it to my muzzle; I looked curiously, almost crossing my eyes, as he then pushed a few fingers into my mouth. Bemused, I could only open my lips and accept them, suckling on them as I suspected he wanted me to. It was an odd scene, I won't lie, but I was keen to do whatever to please my brother, to wipe away all the years we had to spend apart when we could have just returned to moments like these here and now. When he deemed them to be sufficiently soaked, he pulled them from my muzzle and returned them to my behind. Only then did I understand what he'd been doing, as I felt my cool spit being worked into my crack, fingertips massaging and swirling over my hole and pressing down lightly. I whimpered when I felt myself beginning to open, his thick digits seeking out the prize which lay within. His bearded muzzle nuzzled against the top of my head as he gave this sudden surge of strength, forcing my fingers into my entrance. The pain was intense but only momentary, like a flash behind my eyes which burnt for a while, but it ebbed away. I just had to relax, letting me tune my body how he saw fit - after all, he was the guy who'd dated enough men to know what he was doing. The only person I'd slept with was him.

As he slowly and leisurely worked my hole open, I figured I'd repay the favour. I leant down, paws stroking across his abdomen, until I came to his crotch. His member was already beginning to push out of its confines, the shaft slippery and glistening in the half-light. I could smell it already, the thick musk growing all the more potent as his stewing cock pushed out into the open air. I gently wrapped my grasp around his sheath, softly rubbing over the flesh to coax more out. If memory served me correctly, my brother's cock stood at about a foot in length, with a bloated head and an impressive shaft. After having been deprived of his majesty for so long it seemed to be even bigger than I remembered as it began to slide out at a faster rate, blooding pulsing through the meaty organ. I squirmed at the thought of taking it once again when I was so out of practice. The first few nights had always been the most difficult - certainly the most painful - and even after months of accommodating him and adjusting to his size, he still left me with a sore rump the next morning. I think tomorrow I'll need a cushion if I'm to sit down for Christmas dinner...

I let his length flop into my paw, his flesh hardening into my grasp until my fingers were getting spread apart. You know how some people describe hung dudes as being as thick as a beer can? Well, for Comet it was no exaggeration. I remember some nights when he and his friends had gotten drunk and were fucking around, comparing lengths, and there's a snapshot on my phone somewhere of Comet holding a lager next to his cock. Gods... Every pulse throbbed between my digits, surging into his shaft to make it impossible hard. I just stroked his shaft, waiting until I knew he was ready, licking my lips as I could almost taste him. Fuck it, I couldn't hold back anymore.

With his fingers wriggling deeper into my ass, sending my nerves ablaze with discomforting pleasure, I just had to. I bent down and took that swollen head into my mouth. Instantly I was hit with that bitter flavour of his pre - we weren't the healthiest of eaters - but it was unique and particular to him that I didn't care. It seeped into my every pore, the taste becoming the only thing I could focus upon. I licked my tongue down his underside, sampling the sweat and pre that had soaked over his shaft whilst it had sweltered in its sheath. Fucking hell, I couldn't help but shudder as I wondered how long I'd waited for this, kept my patience and just held back. But now I felt myself sliding my muzzle deeper, taking more of his member into my mouth. I was getting greedy, hungry, wanting nothing more than to feel my throat full of his meat. It was salty and slimy, but I lapped it up all the same, letting it fill me up. Fuck, what was wrong with me? Was it the deprivation? That since I'd been held back for so long that I just wanted my brother to use me and own me like all the other guys before me? I'd seen what he'd do sometimes... Just glances when I shouldn't have been looking - a sneaky look through the keyhole when I know I should have just let it be - and I'd seen the stuff they'd do. Collars, leashes, cuffs... All the sorts of things you'd normally expect a middle-aged couple to use to spice up their love life. I remembered nights where he'd be a little rough sometimes, but he'd never gotten that far. I doubt he would tonight, but it was something to bear in mind if I were to do this... Fuck, I wanted him to abuse me and I don't know why.

His fingers were getting pretty insistent now. I was yipping and grunting each time he pushed in, working me open wider. I just had to gasp, my body squirming beside is as he held me close, fitting in three fingers now to my stretched opening. It still wasn't close enough to fit him in easily, but I'm sure he could get me looser by other means...

As I continued to bob up and down on his meat, I felt him finally withdraw those fingers. I let out a soft moan as he pulled out, my hole suddenly feeling very empty. It clenched shut, my muscles contracting on instinct. I couldn't help but writhe as he did so, just at the sheer casualness of it. I'd missed his touch, that confident attitude he had when we'd slept together, like he knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pulled me back up to kiss him just the once, then he drew his sodden fingers to my muzzle once again - the very same that had been spreading me open - and pushed them into my mouth. I blushed. I just straight up blushed as I could nothing else; I opened my lips and sucked upon my own taste. I cleaned his fingers for him, licking between each digit until he was satisfied with my efforts. It must have looked so degrading to anyone else, but we'd done much worse than that, it was all just in the spirit of our past.

I heard him lean back, letting my fingers slip from my muzzle, and he reached towards his bedside draw. The soft scrape of wood made my ear flick, followed by the rummage through what must have been a decent amount of clutter. I know what he kept in that draw, amongst other things like condoms, odd socks and underwear, maybe a handful of other things I'd learn about somewhere down the line. I had no doubt he'd show me at some point...

But out he drew this large bottle, void of any label, and he brought it back to the bed. I looked curiously at it until I began to realise what it was. He flicked the cap on top, and a faint waft of chemicals met my nose, dancing just above the heady musk - lube. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I realised this was seriously happening. My torso felt like it was about to explode from the anxiety. My whole body was tensing up as I squeezed a thick dollop onto his fingers, a lewd glare on his face as he watched me, my face burning with a bright flush. I had to busy myself, if only to avert my gaze. I went down further, sliding my lips along his length in a wet kiss, before I finally reached his sack. The smell of sweat and musk was even stronger down there, it was so intoxicating, and I found myself lapping at those heavy balls with eagerness even I hadn't expected. I shivered when I felt him apply the lube to my ass, but I tried not to react too much, but my body had its own agenda as it squirmed whilst Comet worked in the slippery liquid. It was icy as it trickled along my cleft, small droplets slipping down by balls, but I tried not to think about it too much. I just felt his fingers slide into me with ease, all three meeting barely any resistance.

I'd learn later of what he'd actually done - not that I had any complaints. It was numbing lube, a trick he'd apparently gleaned off a zebra he'd once dated, to help the night go smoothly and then leave the pain until morning. I didn't even realise it until I could feel all four of his fingers pushing in and out of my ass like any cock might. Part of me should have been worried that I was so loose right now barely feeling an ounce of pain, but my brain was befuddled with greater urges that were sweeping over me like tidal waves. I craved that euphoric state which could only come when Comet was planting one deep inside me. I lifted my muzzle up to look at him, dribble coating my chin, as I panted softly. This was what I wanted.

"Fuck me, big brother..."

"Oh, fuck..." he groaned, shoving his paw in as deep as it could physically go, stopping just at the thumb joint, where the lone digit stroked just under the base of my tail. I could feel the other four wriggling inside me, prodding and jabbing at my prostate, making me grunt. So badly I wanted to just reach down and jack myself off like that, but I ignored my cock, at least for now.

I decided I'd take the initiative for once. I rose up, his paw naturally falling out of my ass, now gloopy and squelching as bursts of air were forced out. His cock dropped from my paws, but only for a moment, and I straddled him across the bed, sitting just above his abdomen. My member was hardly anything to compare to his - I'd gotten the shit share of genetics in that respect - but it stuck out against his chest, stumpy and short but very much leaking pre like a faucet. He reached up with his wet paw and stroked my shaft, greasing it up with the leftover lube he hadn't already deposited in my guts. Like I said before, numbing lube, so I'd only realise later after struggling to reach an orgasm that he'd lubed up my member only to prolong me. It might have been for the best actually. Though I wanted this badly, I doubt I would have lasted after having been 'off the horse' so to speak for so long, whereas for him it was just like any other night.

I reached back behind me and tentatively got a firm grasp of Comet's manhood. It throbbed in my grip, the meaty organ simply taunting me, goading me on to stuff it under my tail. Leaning forward, I lifted up the tuft of white that was indeed my tail and I levered my brother's dick along my crack. I let it slide in, parting my cheeks as it went, my legs spread apart as far as possible to give him the best access. When I felt that hot head rub up against my hole, I bit my lip, and I waited just a moment if only to collect myself. Comet just lay beneath me, one paw at my crotch massaging my desperate shaft, the other stroking along my thigh, almost as if trying to encourage me. No time like the present, eh?

Pushing back, I gave a loud wince and a staggered groan as Comet's member slid into me. The slight resistance at my hole was all but a minor inconvenience as inch after inch slipped in with ease. It was like fitting on a glove, his cock returning to the very first hole he'd ever buried it in, and vice versa. I'd missed feeling every bulging vein of his shaft pressing out against my walls, to feel his heartbeat so close to my own, every twitch deep inside of me sending shivers all the way down my spine. I counted out the seconds in my head as my gut got full awfully quickly, trying my best to relax all the muscles down there and to just go with the flow. It was hard going, being out of practice, but I knew the tricks enough to take him, it was just a matter of patience and persistence. I must have taken at least two thirds of his length before I had to shift forwards to adjust, but I was getting there, if only slowly. Even as I moved forward though, it only served to have Comet wank me off faster. I was panting hard, not even realising it until I took a moment to steady myself. Every sense of mine was on overdrive as I fucked myself onto his fat pole. I pushed back, my knees weak from holding up my weight, and eventually I felt my cheeks fall flush with his lap. A great blush warmed my cheeks, like I was proud of my achievement, as all of my brother's monster sat snugly in my hole, oozing pre deep within me and settling amidst a sea of lube.

"Yeah, ride me," Comet whispered under his breath, drawing his paw away from my rod and onto either thigh, pushing me down and then lifting me up slightly, coaxing the movements out of me, "Ride your brother."

It was all the command I needed; I lifted myself off his member, feeling it slide out of me with a lewd slurp, only to sit back down upon when I'd gotten to the halfway point. I whimpered as I pushed back onto the spire, impaling my ass, as it ground up against my prostate, my cock jerking from the sensation. A small sputter of pre jumped out across Comet's body, dotted over his chest fur, but he didn't seem to care. His eyes were half-closed and he had a silent gasp of satisfaction upon his face. That kind of expression where the mouth's slightly parted but no words are said, just the occasional moan or grunt as his member was sucked into my welcoming guts. It looked good on him. As for myself, I was probably a shuddering, blushing mess, knowing by now I'd long since abandoned any sense of self-control and had given in to hormonal desire. It must have been worse than I thought, as I began to speed up on his cock, bouncing upon his lap just like any other guy before me might have. I liked to think I was doing a better job than them all, but who knows. Comet seemed to be relishing it, at least.

Every so often he'd give a hiss of pleasure as I'd grind down hard on his cock, feeling it burrow deeper inside. He'd lift his hips slightly each time I'd push down, so that when our bodies met he'd be able to force more of himself inside me. I felt so open yet so stuffed by him, feeling that meat radiate with heat inside me, not knowing that we'd be like this for hours until one of us came. I honestly lost track of time. Whether this had been going on for a couple of minutes or we'd been at it for an hour, I didn't care. It was mind-blowing all the same no matter how long it took. I was just content to fuck myself on him, riding his dick like a cowboy would a rodeo. It sounds all very cliché I know, but I honestly didn't give a shit. Everything about that moment felt right, like everything was in the perfect place. I rubbed my paws along my brother's firm chest as I pounded my ass down on his cock, he stroked my thighs and fucked his hips up to meet me, and we could stare into one another's lust-filled eyes, behind the haze of sex, and just know it was all meant to be. We'd survived the worst to get to where we are now, and I at least believed that together we could do anything.

I think it must have been just over an hour when I finally began to see the strains on Comet's face. I glanced at the clock and already we were well into Christmas day in the early morning, but I couldn't care less. I sped up to as fast as I could go, feeling his cock plunge in and out of me at a blistering pace. It felt like I had a rod of hot metal stabbing into my gut, electricity sparking all over my abdomen as I worked his sensitive shaft. He grunted loudly, the sounds becoming more and more guttural until his whole body was tensing up, his fingers digging into the flesh on my thighs, teeth bared and lips pulled back. His face was contorted in determination and pure male lust, overcome with the urge to just let loose and breed me like he would a doe. I just let him take me the rest of the way he needed, panting heavily as he thrust up into me with all his cock, letting it go from head to base, his balls smashing into my tail each time he fucked me.

"ARGH!" He screamed, pushing me down hard onto him as his whole body seemed to lift up off the bed, his back arched, and I felt his member deep within me harden. Then it all hit me at once. A sudden rush of cum flooded into my ass, the heat, the swell of fluids, the force behind it all, all speeding into my guts. I moaned aloud, not caring if any of the neighbours heard, as he bred me with his sticky, thick seed. I just pinched my nipples as I rode out his orgasm, letting the feeling run through me until it was all I could feel. My ass was so numb but I didn't care, knowing with great certainty that I'd be already leaking all over his balls and down my ass cheeks. I just pivoted back and forth, rocking on that spewing cock as he came, enduring his climax. His teeth were gritted and grating as he jizzed inside me, marking me once again as his rightful mate.

Before I had a chance to react though, as I'd just assumed he'd calm down eventually and bask in the afterglow of a good fuck, thoroughly satisfied, he snatched a paw for my cock. I yelped as he wrapped a heavy palm around my shaft and began to jack me off vigorously, sending violent sparks of pleasure and pain up through my body. I was confused as to whether I should enjoy or dislike what was being done, but the whole scene had me going. My ass was still full of his thick, warm seed that seeped into every crevice and my hole was still spread wide open by his fat cock, and now his paw was wanking off my tired dick, working me to a strained climax of my own. I continued to rock back and forth on his lap, whimpering and grunting, pinching my nipples hard and biting a lip, until I swear my body couldn't take it anymore. I let out a whining yell, trying to at least warn my brother of the oncoming rush, but it was pointless. As my member jumped and pulsed in his paw, he carried on stroking well past my breaking point, ribbons of cum streaking up his body and matting his fur, flecking his beard with pearls of my batter. He just wouldn't stop, so even when the tank was empty and I was sated, he kept working my hypersensitive shaft, until I had to beg,

"Comet, please," I whimpered, shivering and stammering for all I could muster, "Fuck, please stop, thank you Comet!"

"Good boy..." he let out a tired chuckle, clearly the fatigue having gotten to him too, and he slowly stopped, letting my spent cock flop onto his stomach. I let out a low sigh of relief, and through my exhaustion I just leant down over him, resting my body against his. It was far from comfortable, my legs bent at odd angles, but I was too tired to bother moving. Plus, if I were to move, I'd have to make a dash for the toilet to empty my bowels of his seed. It felt like he'd pumped gallons into me.

I nuzzled my head under his and licked away my cum, sampling the faint taste of myself from his beard. Indeed, there was a vague sweetness about it, but it was more just an excuse to get in close for another kiss. His lips brushed against mine and in the dark of early morning we lay there, simply basking in each other's bodies. I think we managed to eventually drift off into sleep, though I do remember waking to him eating out his load from my ass and begging me for seconds - something I was happy to oblige as a small gift from me to him this year - but one thing stuck out in my mind most of all; that it was definitely going to be a good Christmas this year.