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Ash had occupied his time for a few hours on his phone before picking up the remote to turn on the television and selected YouFlix. Curious, he went to the history tab and browsed through the videos there, clicking the ones that looked interesting. After an hour he grew bored and began to mill around the house. He opened doors, opened boxes, pulled out drawers in the cabinets, and dresser. Eventually he found himself standing once more in his brother's room, staring down at the nest. With little to do and a lot of big feelings, he crawled into that nest and flopped onto his back. He lifted his arm and took a sniff, nose wrinkling at the musky smell before a smile overtook his muzzle. They had been right, he did need a shower but it could wait until after he did what he finished. For now, he wanted to put his scent on the nest as well, ingrain himself there as part of this ad-hoc pack. He began rubbing his body against the nest, tossing limbs and torso first in one direction and then the other as he ground the scent into the fabric and his packs scent back onto him.

As he laid back, he luxuriated in the feeling of it, the scent of it. Ash allowed himself to daydream, a toothsome smile on his muzzle as he grabbed a pillow and hugged it close. He nibbled the edge of the pillow case between his teeth. If it weren’t for the missing scents of the others wafting in from the hall, he could have almost mistaken it for Dan’s bed back at the pack house. He growled at the thought, hoping to never smell the scent of his father ever again. And then there was the scent of Zach, more mild than either wolf but still a delight. It too was a scent he rubbed into himself. His arms, legs, back. Hell, his whole body. The scent of the husky made Ash feel warm and fuzzy inside, it was peppery and it tickled his nose. Ash’s thoughts wandered inevitably back to this morning and his aborted attempt to find release. With Zach and Dan gone for the day, there was nothing preventing him from finishing now.

Should I?

He tapped his thigh and thought before grinning. It had been so long, what was the harm now? His phone buzzed, breaking him out of his lecherous thoughts before he could continue. He grabbed his phone and checked it, sitting up when he saw two different messages.

‘Anything in the fridge is free game.’

‘Your brother also wants me to remind you to shower, I think he’s serious,’

Ash smiled as he began to type back.

‘He only wants me to smell like him and his soap.’

‘Probably. Behave, be safe. We love you.’

Ash blushed at that. This dog was so quick to accept him, it made him want to howl in joy.

‘Yes, Sir,’ Ash responded.

He put his phone down with a sigh as he rolled out of the nest and headed for the shower. He found himself looking through his brother's clothes as he waited for the shower to warm. He picked out a plane tank top and a pair of shorts sitting folded on the shelf. He hadn't found any underwear yet and blushed at the thought as he gathered his dirty clothes and made his way over to the hamper. As he lifted the lid, he spotted a bright red piece of fabric poking out from under a shirt. He frowned and then tossed his clothes in, letting the lid close. But he stood there, looking at the hamper. He blushed a furious red as curiosity got the better of him and he flipped the lid back open.

He dug around in the hamper and rooted around until he found the fabric, pulling it free. The item stretched momentarily before it spring free, revealing a small patch of fabric with several elastic straps. As he held the item up for inspection his ears folded back as he confirmed it was in fact a jockstrap. He gave a tentative sniff and confirmed it definitely belonged to his brother, unsure if that made the item more or less desirable. The husky had mentioned the offending item smelled like Ash and he balked at the idea. But once again, curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the fabric to his nose and gave a small sniff before lifting his arm and sniffing himself. Yes, it was spicy, musky, and woodsy and embarrassingly, he had to admit Zach was right. The only difference between the scent under his arm and the jock was a thicker musk that only came from age. He sniffed the fabric again, this time inhaling deeper and pressing his nose pad against the fabric. He groaned, shuddering as a hot flush washed over his body. He couldn’t keep his tongue from flicking out and licking the fabric, pulling it between his teeth as he shuddered and humped the air.

He became suddenly aware of what he was doing and with whom the item belonged to and spat out the fabric, dropping it in shame. The red jock landed on the edge of the laundry basket, wet with his saliva as Ash covered his face with his paws and whined. Why did his brother’s scent affect him in such a way? And what did that mean for him? He hadn’t thought much about what he would want in a mate, whether they would be taller or shorter, muscular or thinner. The idea of pinning someone like Zach to the bed had been an alluring one but would he submit to another male? The way it had felt when he found his prostate was unlike anything he had ever felt before, but would it be so bad?

As he thought about his conundrum a bit of bright blue fabric caught his attention down in the laundry basket. He reached down and fished out that item to find itt was another jockstrap, but smaller than the red one belonging to Dan. As he brought his nose closer to the blue pouch he could smell the spicy black pepper scent of Zach and he rumbled happily, tail swishing behind him. He had no qualms pushing his nose deeper into this item, tongue licking out to sweep across and saturate the fabric. He wanted to eat the jock, make the scent and the fabric a part of him. Rather quickly he found himself panting, tongue hanging from his muzzle as he whined in need. His hips bucked into the air feverishly as his cock swelled from his sheath once more, swaying and spewing pre across the tile floor.

Well, big brother did say I could borrow anything in the closet… and the hamper is in the closet. It shouldn’t be a problem, right? I’ll… I’ll just wear it for a bit, make sure it’s back in there before they get home.

He shut off the shower and quickly walked to the bathroom door. He paused there before walking back to the hamper to grab the red jock belonging to his brother. He found himself standing once more in his brother's room, staring down at the nest and blushing at what he was about to do. He tossed the blue jock onto the pillows and bent down to step through the loops of the red jock, pulling it up to have it cup his balls and leaving his cock throbbing next to his navel. Next he crawled into that nest and flopped onto his back. The bed smelled like Dan, his waxy fur stuck to fabric here and there. Ash couldn’t help himself as he began rubbing his body against the bed, moving his limbs and torso first in one direction and then the other as he ground the scent of his brother into his fur, and leaving his own scent behind in the process. Hopefully his brother wouldn’t notice what he was about to do. He ground his palm first against his shaft and then again lower, pressing the fabric of the jock into his nuts. He felt like he should feel ashamed to be wearing his brother’s jock, intent on soiling it and himself in his release but the forbidden nature instead made him shudder and moan. He’d given up on being as big and strong as Dan long ago but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about being him… or being with him.

With a grunt and a kick, he quickly leaned forward and then back as he swung a leg up. The momentum carried his leg back up and over his head, bringing his crotch inline with his muzzle. This time he didn’t need to strain his ears and listen for the water to stop. The tip of his member kissed his nose and left a musky string between it and the twitching manhood. Ash realized he’d gone crosseyed to look at it and chuckled to himself as his tongue lanced out to lick it clean. He brought a free paw up to his taint and trailed a claw through the fur there, hooking it under the jock and playing along the underside of his sack there. A quiet groan crawled up his throat at the sensation as he closed his eyes and thought of those blue eyes looking up from him,the pre visible there on a husky’s tongue, and that devious paw of his working lower and lower to touch on the wrinkled flesh of his tailhole once more. He dipped his muzzle down over himself, darting his tongue out from his mouth to wrap around his shaft as he eased his hips down into his muzzle.

The taste of himself was strong and acrid on his tongue. It made him grimace a bit but after the initial taste itself held an allure all his own. The concentrated maleness was the kind of thing he had fantasized about, just not his own. All the while those blue eyes were in his mind's eye as he breathed in through his nose. Even if his own testicles sagging down to brush against his pink nose, the scent of his older brother was strong enough in the room, in this very bed, that he couldn’t escape it completely. The fantasy husky he had in his mind's eyes suddenly had a large white wolf behind him, looking over his shoulder. As Ash bobbed on his own member, his fantasy oscillated between looking at the husky in his lap licking and lapping at him, to his big muscular brother behind him. He could see his brother's hands on the husky's hips now, drawing him back onto his own maleness out of sight before his hips crashed against Zach and pushed him down into Ash’s pubes.

His rapidly swelling knot was now kissing his lips as he swallowed, watching his fantasy husky match the action. The motion of the tongue rippled along his length forcing the ridges of his pallet against his shaft and he huffed a silent groan through his nose. It caused him to throb hard, a jet of salty precum hitting him in the back of his throat. He forced himself as far down on his rod as he could, tip poking the back of his throat as he forced his tongue deep into his sheath. The sensation was intense, even if it was a workout for his big tongue, or rather the ghost of Zach.

The husky smiled up at him from between his legs, a groan coming from him as Ash let out his own quiet rumble. The husky teased along Ash’s tailhole, finger swirling around the rim as Ash gasped and shuddered. There was a mischievous smile on his face as he gently teased the wolf’s virgin entrance. He used the saliva that had dripped down onto his hand and probed inside of Ash. His questing finger found what it was looking for and a gentle pressure made him inhale deeply as he looked down with wild eyes. The sensation caused him to shoot a large wad of precum into Zach’s muzzle. Or rather his own muzzle. This time he let out a deep, quiet groan. His panting breaths were short and rapid through his nose, heart racing in his ears as he raced up the cliff of mounting pleasure

I’m so close, I can practically taste it.

His tongue was still deep in his sheath, the top tickling his knot root as his own finger probed deep into his own tail. He quickly pulled his tongue back into his maw, panting up at his saliva slicked member as he tried to catch his breath. His free paw seized his sheath and stripped it back revealing the thick triple knot to the cool air of the room. He closed his eyes once more and thought of those blue eyes as he brought his hips down flush to his lips. He pushed his finger in and out of his tail hole with abandon, losing himself to the pleasure. The scent, the sensation, the electrifying pleasure from his rear. The closer he got to his sought release, the more he focused down on those blue eyes.

He was so concentrated on those eyes he had not realized that the husky was now in a different position, off to the side of his lap. He was still stroking and sucking him yes, but now his free paw was on his own shaft down near Ash’s muzzle. The scent of Zach’s jock, close as it was to his nose, made the illusion all the more real. His eyes shot up to see his big brother leering down at him, holding his ankles as he plunged a massive cock into his ear. Ash looked down between his legs to find the knot was nowhere near touching his fluffy cheeks and his tailhole was spread wide. His brother smirked, angling his hips to stroke harshly against Ash’s prostate. The husky then grabbed him by the root of his knot and forced it between his teeth, swallowing down as the tip eased past the back of his throat.

Ash couldn’t take it as his brain short circuited. With a choked yelp through his nose, his eyes shot open and cum screamed down his cock, through his fangs, and all the way to the back of his throat. That yelp was drowned out in a thick volley of cum. He swallowed again and again, drinking down the evidence of his shame. He stretched his jaw wide to allow his knot to slip out between his teeth and removed the finger from under his tail. As he continued to throb away, he rolled himself onto his side and continued to nurse on fading spurts. The bleachy taste of his spunk had never been something he enjoyed but it was better than having to deal with cleaning up, or his brother finding out what he had done. It wasn’t the first time he had done this in his big brother’s room.

Big brother Dan. The thought of his fantasy came back to him and his mind came to a screeching halt. Had he really just imagined his brother fucking him in the ass as his “coworker” husky boyfriend mate sucked him off? The sour metallic taste of panic hit him on the back of tongue and soured the taste on his tongue to the point where he wanted to wretch. His cock slipped through his fangs as he flopped on his back, panting heavily. His cock stood erect and proud as his stomach clenched in deep breaths. Little spurts continued to drip down his cock, soaking into the red fabric and his pubes alike as he threw an arm over his eyes.

He turned his head and found his nose filled with Zach’s peppery funk. He opened his eyes to see the blue jock laying accusingly on the pillow next to him. He grabbed it, bringing it back to his nose and huffing the scent there, licking without shame once more. He looked down at the mess he had made, tail thumping to himself. His big brother's jock was a mess, he’d have to fix that. He lifted his legs into the air and slid the garment free, holding it up appraisingly. He was rather impressed with the mess he had made, especially considering he had swallowed most of it.

I could lick it clean before placing it back in the hamper.

The thought was a tempting one. As he held the jock close, his spunk was heavily masked by Dan’s scent leaving his mess smelling like it was made by his brother. His ears flicked back and his cheeks reddened as he touched his nose to the slick mess. He imagined it had been made by his brother after all and tentatively licked out, lapping up pearly fluid. Suddenly a memory surfaced of him searching through Dan’s room at the packhouse, poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Dan had just gone down stairs to breakfast but Ash had heard his quiet panting before he had left the room, so he was curious what his brother had been up to. When he flopped onto Dan’s bed and tossed his head back onto the pillow there, he was accosted by a strange smell. He followed his nose to a bunched up sock stuffed under Dan’s pillow. When he had pulled it out, he had found it damp and smelling slightly bleachy. He had licked it then, grimacing at the flavor and shuddering at the hot rush through his body.

He had run to his room with the sock and stroked out a frantic load at the time, biting the sock between his teeth. He hid the fabric from his brother, doing more than hiding it under his pillow to insure it wasn’t found. How had he forgotten that memory or the many many nights afterword. Ash smiled, Dan never did figure out where the item had done or how they reappeared in his laundry devoid of any mess. He intended to do the same now, planning to clean the fabric and hide it in the laundry. Only he was older now and he knew what he was doing would be considered inappropriate and unacceptable to many.

Ash had cleaned the fabric entirely at this point, tongue languidly stroking the damp spots clean of his load. Now all he could taste was the fabric itself, having stripped the garment of most everything, including the smell. He rolled onto his side, holding the fabric to nis nose one more time before letting it fall to the pillow next to his head. It was unfortunate, he had hoped to enjoy it a little longer. At least he still had the blue jock to sniff. He pulled the blue fabric to his muzzle, inhaling happily in short little bursts. His tail thumped against the nest as he slipped into a drowsy state, daydreaming about the black and white husky. The husky his brother had deferred to the entire time in his presence, almost like…His eyes slowly opened wider.

Is Zach… is Zach my brother’s new Alpha? No, it couldn’t be. Could it? Ash thought to himself. He doesn’t act much like an alpha. Or at least, not like one I’ve ever met. For one thing, he’s kind and gentle. For another, he’s not as confident as an alpha is either. At least not in himself. And yet, he had no issue, stepping between two angry wolves, showing both of them kindness, treating them without prejudice or malice, despite what the prey types would say about him behind his back.

He wasn’t outwardly strong, but inside maybe he was. A memory from long ago surfaced just then, something his mother had said while she comforted him between her arms. He had been crying because he hadn't been allowed to follow Dan into his father’s office, his father teaching Dan what he would know to be the future alpha of the Padfoot pack. He had been too young to understand why he wasn’t allowed to go with Dan, running to his room and bawling into the pillows. His mother, Queen that she was, had found him crying shortly after. Her weight had caused the mattress to sag as she sat on his bed next time, stroking claws first through his hair and then under his chin until the crying had stopped as he crawled into her lap.

“Momma, why? Why can’t I go with big brother? I don’t… I don’t want him to leave me behind,” he whined to her, tears streaming down his face.

“I know you don’t, sweety. I know you don’t,” she had smiled so sweetly at him then, a lithe white paw crooking around his ear. “But you have to be strong, okay? Your brother will need you. We will all need you. Not just because we love you, or because you are my son. Not even because you’re the son of the Alpha.”

“Because we’re Pack?” Ash asked as he wiped a tear from his eye. It was something he had heard his mother say to the others in his family many times before.

“Yes, because we’re Pack. Because you’re going to be part of Dan’s pack, in the future.”

“But, Dan is so strong…and big! I’m not,” Ash had huffed, breath causing his jowls to flap. “He won’t need me when he’s Alpha.”

“Oh, don’t say that. You’re still just a pup so you haven’t been around to see what I’ve seen. Not all alpha’s are big and strong like your brother, or as smart.”

“Really?” He has said, big eyes looking up at his mother in wonder.

“Really really. An Alpha’s real strength always comes from their pack,” she said, finger gently tapping his nose. “And who they rely on. Your brother relies on you, Ash. Dan’s strength will come from you. And not just you, but everyone in his pack. But he’s not Alpha, not yet. For now he’s just your big brother, and you're his little brother. He won’t be Alpha for some time yet. Who knows, he may not be Alpha at all. It may be you, or it may be one of your sisters.”

“What?” Ash had gasped. “What do you mean, Mom?”

“These things happen sometimes.”

“Why?” He had looked up at her with eyes as big as dinner plates as she leaned down to kiss him between his ears.

“Many reasons, Ash. I’ll tell you more when you’re older. But know this, my beautiful little boy, Dan will always be your Big Brother and he will always need you. Even if Dan doesn’t become the Alpha.”

Ash remembered hugging Dan extra hard when his brother came up the stairs an hour later. He had asked what was wrong, smelling the tears on his cheeks and Dan had held him until they both fell asleep.

“Even if Dan doesn’t become the Alpha,” Ash mumbled aloud, looking at the blue fabric in his paws. In the end, his father had been the one to tell him why neither he nor Dan would be the future Alpha after all. The bridge of his muzzle sometimes ached at the memory of it. He ran a finger down the bridge of his muzzle, feeling the bump there and thinking about Zach. He’d kind of wanted to pin the husky down and have his way with him, it would be easy given his size. Just because Dan had submitted to the dog, it didn’t mean he would. Would his big brother let it play out or would he interfere? It gave Ash plenty of things to think about. Either way, his brother and Zach wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet, it wouldn’t hurt to catch up on the months of broken rest. So he laid his head back down, nose pressed to the blue fabric as he continued to lazily day dream.