Content Warning: Cub+Teen (10M+15M), incest, somnophilia

 
 
Before the Fall
"Brotherhood, Part Three"
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]


 
He promised. 
The thought ran through Mitch's mind on loop as he laid awake in his bed. Mom and dad were still awake in the living room, he could hear the TV's faint late-night talk-show vocalizations through the wall his bedroom shared with their small suburban home's living room. Eddie was probably still awake too.
He promised.
Mitch's mind went back to their conversation earlier that day, as his thoughts raced. He kicked the thin sheet off his bed and stretched in front of the oscillating fan at his bedside, scrubbing his fingers through his bellyfur as he laid there in his briefs.
He promised that we could do whatever I wanted to do on Sundays.
The clock ticked a minute closer to midnight. 11:27 PM. Mitch sighed and laid his head back against the pillow, restless. He stretched his legs and flexed his toes, then rolled to face the nightstand, to face his alarm clock. Counting the minutes.
It's almost Sunday. And I'll have Eddie all to myself, all day.
He promised.
Mitch blinked, and when his eyes refocused, the clock's dim red segmented LEDs read 2:42 AM. The house was cool, and still. It always felt alien, so late at night; the 800-square-foot mid-century suburban home usually buzzed with energy, the small but active family of four making the house feel bustling even if only one other person was awake and moving around the house. Now, it was as still and silent as an ancient tomb.
The ten-year-old husky stretched and rubbed his eyes, then sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Cautiously, he turned the knob of the door and silently opened it, sticking his head out into the hallway. He looked to the dark living room, where the light in the kitchen - the one over the stove that they never turned off - dimly shone against the wall. Two steps out into the hallway, avoiding the squeaky floor board on the way into the bathroom. Mitch's eyes slowly adjusted to the night-light plugged into the outlet beside the sink, dimly casting its lattice-pattern onto the bathroom walls as he filled a cup of water from the tap, drank, and rinsed his cup with a slow breath to steady his nerves.
When he turned, he made for Eddie's door instead of his own. A trembling hand rested on the doorknob, steadily applying the barest amount of torque until the knob relented and twisted under his grasp, latch reeling slowly back from jamb and allowing the young husky admission to his elder brother's room. He peered into the small, dark bedroom and slowly slipped himself through the doorway, closing and locking the door behind him.
I can't turn back, now.
Mitch crept closer to the bed. Eddie was stretched out atop it in just his boxer shorts, his bedsheets having long-since been kicked off. Huskies in the summer rarely lasted long under any coverings, a fact for which Mitch, in this moment, was so extremely thankful. Eddie's boxers had ridden down at some point in the night, baring a hip and a few thick tufts of his elder brother's pubic fur from his boxers' waistband. Mitch surveyed the bed for several long moments, and soon made his move; matter-of-factly climbing over his brother and curling up between the elder husky and the bedroom wall with no effort to sneak into place, something he'd not done in more than three years at this point. He'd settled his hip into the mattress and laid his head on one of Eddie's pillows before his big brother groaned and looked over at him, having been roused.
"Mmnh...Mitch? You alright, dude?" Eddie asked quietly. Mitch nestled his cheek into the pillow and breathed in his brother's scent, doing his best to ignore the scent of Kim that'd infused into the pillows as well.
"I'm fine," Eddie said, nuzzling his brother's shoulder as he pressed close and closed his eyes.
"What're you doing..?" the puzzled elder brother mumbled, though he rolled to his back and scootched his arm around his brother's shoulders. Mitch buried his face against the side of his brother's chest and laid an arm over his middle, curling in a little closer.
"You said on Sundays we can do whatever I want to do," Mitch said softly in the quiet of the bedroom. "The first thing I want to do is wake up next to you," the puppy whispered. Eddie didn't challenge it; he had already fallen back asleep. Mitch closed his eyes and joined him, just a moment later. 
 

 
Mitch woke again, and found the faintest gray-blue sky of early morning filtered through the slats of Eddie's bedroom blinds as birds sang outside. He'd rolled over at some point during the night, and he now found himself the little spoon with Eddie against his back, despite the bedroom's warmth. Mitch sighed comfortably and closed his eyes again, not wanting to spoil the moment despite the ache of his full sheath that urged him to move, to touch himself, or at least adjust his briefs. He could only stand it for so long, and after a few minutes, he squirmed in Eddie's embrace enough that the older husky loosened his grip, and Mitch was able to roll over to face his big brother. His eyes were drawn downward to the space between them, closed with a light shuffle until Mitch's tented briefs nestled in against the heavy lump of his big brother's sheath. 
Mitch couldn't stop himself from trembling as he gave the awkward, straining arch of his hips to press them together as he pressed closer to his elder brother, every movement calculated, slow and agonizingly careful to prevent from waking the older husky. The younger husky's fingers went down to his underwear and gently pulled the waistband down, letting his own bright-pink lipstick out into the dimly-lit air of the suburban bedroom. His paw then turned, and carefully lifted the flap of his brother's boxers, nestling a finger down inside to feel the curve and soft fur of his brother's sheath hiding just behind it. A slow stroke pressed down to his brother's base, feeling the lump of his flaccid knot within the sheath, before slipping up and touching, delicately, at the rim of his big brother's holster, carefully drawing it out of the boxers and into view, where the slightest pink point of the elder husky's member showed at the opening of his sheath.
Mitch couldn't suppress a soft whine at the sight, and rubbed his face in against his brother's chest gently as he held his elder brothers sheath while he slept, gently kneading and coaxing it to swell; attentions to which it readily responded. Soon, Eddie's sheath was as full as Mitch's, over an inch of the teenager's swollen husky dick jutting out of his sheath. Mitch carefully leveraged himself closer again, and touched flesh to flesh delicately, shivering at the sensation of his brother's warm, slick flesh against his own for a fleeting moment.
"H-hey, Eddie..?" Mitch heard himself asking, even as he smeared his glans to his brother's. Eddie vocalized, still mostly asleep, but enough to let Mitch know some part was listening. "Can we do stuff like you and Kim do?" the younger husky asked, emboldened. He lowered his paw again and, more boldly, gripped his brother's sheath with a gentle knead and stroke. He hid his face in against his brother's chest as he did so, slowly pumping the older husky's half-hard member using his sheath as a stroking sleeve. Eddie mumbled something, half-asleep still, but he shifted and stretched, which sent a thrill through Mitch's tummy as the elder husky's hips rolled up into his grip, and he felt his big brother's member throb thickly in his fingers as it slid from its sheath further. Eddie yawned as he rolled to his back, then gave a subtle groan while his thighs parted slightly to make room for Mitch's hand.
"Don't be weird, dude. You're gonna get us in trouble," Eddie mumbled with a sleepy smirk, an eye opening just a crack to see Mitch curled up against him. His gaze immediately met his little brother's, which were staring up at him from his chest. Mitch's tail was wagging, now, thumping on the bed's surface as excitement welled in his belly.
"I'm serious," Mitch whined, giving a soft squeeze and a slow pump on his brother's morning wood, which made Eddie groan and grind his hips again, his erection throbbing. "I promise I won't tell anyone, I just... I..." Mitch thought back to their conversation the day before, even as he worked his hand into his brother's boxers further, since Eddie wasn't protesting. "I like you like that... And I wanna make you feel good," the ten-year-old husky whispered to his brother in the still early-morning air despite his obvious excitement.
"You're serious?" Eddie mumbled, his hand finally reaching to grasp Mitch's wrist as the puppy's fingers wrapped around his balls, holding it. Mitch nodded his head, briefly looking nervous, but began smiling again as a smile spread on Eddie's face and he leaned forward to lick his little brother's lips. "Dude...how long have you felt like this?" Mitch had to think, his hand resting on Eddie's heavy balls, fingers sifted into the long, warm pubic fluff of his older brother. It was hard to think with the thrill of knowing his brother wasn't stopping him, exactly.
"I am..." Mitch said, nuzzling against Eddie's shoulder as he whimpered playfully. "Since...since you and her started, I guess. I could smell it on you, and I can ...I can hear you guys," the puppy admitted; truth, but not the whole truth. "Please, big bro?" Mitch whined again, nuzzling into his brother's scruffy neck, as Eddie sighed and curled an arm around his back, squeezing him closer.
"Shit, you can hear us?" Eddie asked, briefly horrified. "Dude...oh, man, that's messed up but I hoped you liked what you heard," he said, half-laughing as he hugged his little brother tighter, and nuzzled into his hair. Mitch kneaded Eddie's balls again, which brought the fifteen-year-old's attention to the matter at hand again. "Sunday is your day, little bro," Eddie laughed, remembering the premise on which Mitch had climbed into bed with him just hours prior. "But there's rules, okay?" he whispered, rolling to face his little brother.
"What rules?" Mitch wondered, his eyes staring into Eddie's now, the puppy panting with his excitement, though he tried to play it cool.
"One, we can't ever get caught by mom and dad," Eddie said, nose-to-nose with his little brother as their heads laid on the same pillow.
"Deal."
"Two, we don't have to wait for your day, so long as we're always careful that we won't get caught."
"Deal," Mitch said, his tail wagging a little harder, starting to thump on the mattress again.
"Three, if you get to play with mine, I get to play with yours too," Eddie said with a little grin at how Mitch blushed with surprise, but eagerly nodded his head in response.
"Okay," Mitch said, grinning as he groped the base of his brother's sheath, feeling the half-swollen knot inside. Eddie laughed and kissed his lips. 
"So...? What do you wanna try this morning, little bro?" Eddie asked as his tail started wagging as well, searching his little brother's expression. Mitch was still reeling from relief and surprise, the husky's eyes wide despite his ecstatic mood.
"Can I play with it? Like...w-will you let me see it up close and stuff?" Mitch begged, trembling as his big brother rolled onto his back and started pushing his boxers down, shuffling his legs out of them as he laid back on the bed. Mitch did the same with his briefs, panting excitedly as he looked down to his brother's lap. Eddie stretched out on his back again and flexed his toes, before spreading his legs comfortably and resting his head on a hand.
"I wanna see yours too, but you can go first," Eddie grinned. 
Mitch giggled, "Dude, really? Deal," the puppy said, sitting up on the bed and looking down at his elder brother's lap in the growing light. Eddie was big. Tufty white pubic-fur framed his sheath and covered his balls, and at the moment his sheath was swollen fully, red dog-dick sticking out proudly and a swollen bulb at the sheath's base. Mitch lowered his muzzle and nuzzled against the side of his brother's sheath, taking his first, sinfully-sweet breath of his big brother's musk with his nose pressed firmly into the thick fur of his crotch.
It was intoxicating. Masculine, mature, but familiar. His big brother, in such a pure and shameless way that he'd never really experienced before. Mitch trembled, resting his hand on his brother's furry holster again, giving a slow stroke along Eddie's shaft as the well-hung teenager's girthy cock throbbed. For a moment he just held his big brother, there, staring down along the older husky's stomach to his lap as his fingers kneaded the thick flesh through his sheath. Eddie sighed quietly, resting his hand on his little brother's side as he watched in the slowly growing pre-dawn light.
"Mmnh. You might want to move before I start squirting if you don't want to get a face-full of it," Eddie eventually warned as Mitch's grip firmed and began to pull his sheath back, revealing more deep red dog-dick to the air. Mitch giggled faintly and nuzzled into Eddie's pubic fur, just beneath his bellybutton.
"Does that mean I should stay right here  if I do want a face-full of it?" Mitch asked with a grin, taking the opportunity to shove Eddie's sheath all the way back to his root, and grasp the base of his dick behind his knot. The abrupt gasp and hushed grunt from Eddie gave Mitch a thrill that was second only to the fresh rush he got as his brother's sturdy arousal blasted watery dog-precum in an erratic squirt across his face. "H-Holy shit, Eddie..!" the puppy barked as another squirt of slick, runny precum splashed a streak across his eye, forcing him to squeeze it shut as the pulse continued straight across his brow and into his ear. Eddie huffed a stiff breath out and groaned again, raking his claws teasingly along his little brother's ribs, before nestling his fingers around from behind to tease one of the pup's nipples.
"Told you, dude," Eddie panted, grinning crookedly as he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, arching his hips playfully into Mitch's grasp, which was beginning to pump and tug behind Eddie's knot. The younger husky didn't bother saying anything more, both eyes closed now as he braved opening his muzzle wide, tasting the coppery tang of his brother's precum splashing across his tongue and into his mouth as it came in copious spurts. Mitch was lost to the bliss, hearing his elder brother panting and groaning, hushed sounds in the early-morning stillness that only drove his arousal higher. Mitch's paw pumped Eddie's arousal between firm squeezes and kneads around his brother's knot, finding all the ways that he could to get his older brother to groan and moan for him.
Drunk on that power and lost in the taste of precum splashing onto his tongue in rhythmic spatters, Mitch barely heard Eddie's groaned warning as the elder brother tensed. A large paw gripped his and guided it, pulled it up under Eddie's throbbing knot and clutched the pup's hand hard around its backside. Mitch took over, straining his bicep with a firm pull on his big brother's knot, and Eddie moved his own hand to his shaft and pumped it eagerly, the older dog leaning up as he grunted and huffed and teetered there on the edge, while Mitch whimpered in anticipation. A mere moment later, and a thick, hot surge of more-strongly-flavored, thick, white, salty-musky fluid splattered into Mitch's mouth, followed by a harder shot that lanced straight to the back of his throat and made the puppy reflexively retch and cough. As he cleared his throat, Mitch's face smeared into Eddie's precum-wet bellyfur as the older dog's climax coursed through him, Eddie's throbbing dick copiously painting the side of his face with thick ropes of fertile teenager-seed, powerfully scented of Eddie's wonderful musk and mature masculinity.
Mitch was dizzy, catching his breath still when he found himself opening his mouth again, only to latch his lips around the end of Eddie's cock. Mitch hungrily sucked at his big brother's tip in time with the weaker, later surges of the fifteen year old's long-lived canine climax as they poured out onto his tongue. The taste and made him tremble from head to toe, drunk on the sensation of his brother overwhelming every one of his senses. He swallowed once, then a second time, then a third, gulping each time his mouth ran out of capacity, filled with that hot, slick semen; the most precious gift he could receive from his beloved big brother.
Ragged, eager panting resounded in the otherwise silent bedroom, Eddie's scent hung heavy on the air now. The elder brother shuddered lightly and slowly relaxed back as his orgasm faded over the minutes, until both brothers were simply laid together on the bed, Mitch's lips still sealed around Eddie's cocktip. Eddie adoringly stroked along Mitch's side, teasing his nipple and tickling up under the puppy's arm now and then as they relaxed together. Slowly, Eddie cracked a fiendish grin.
"Hey, Mitch. You still thirsty after all that? Cuz' I gotta' piss," the elder dog teased. Mitch recoiled, finally, and sat up with a giggle.
"Ugh, Eddie..! Don't be gross, dude!" the pup whined playfully after popping off of Eddie's member and wiping his lower lip on the back of his wrist. Eddie laughed as he saw the state of his little brother's face, fur matted with streaks of cum and precum all over, a hopeless mess.
"Me, gross? You should look at yourself, dork," Eddie laughed, grabbing his brother abruptly and tugging him down, playfully climbing atop the boy to pin him down so he could start licking his little brother's face clean of the evidence. Mitch giggled and laughed while he did so, and soon Eddie had flopped back beside him and settled in to nuzzle his little brother's shoulder, while his hand smoothed up and down the younger puppy's belly-fur. "So... was it what you were expecting?" Eddie asked with a lazy grin. Mitch gave a quiet, uniquely canine noise in his throat as he thought about it.
"You put out a lot more stuff than I thought you would," Mitch admitted, "It tastes like mine though...just stronger."
"Both make sense. I'm bigger, and older than you, and we're about as closely related as we can get without being twins," Eddie grinned, casually smearing his hand through his own wet stomach-fur, rubbing the mess in so it didn't drip onto the sheets. "...Are you still cool with it if I play with you too?" Eddie wondered, and Mitch grinned and nodded his head eagerly.
"Yeah..! I'll be quiet, I promise, I'm good at not making noise," Mitch urged, excitedly wagging his tail between his thighs as he laid on his back on the bed. Eddie sat up and smirked.
"We'll see about that. Grab a pillow just in case, dude," Eddie teased, stealing a brief kiss at his brother's still-damp cheek. The elder brother leaned up on an elbow and reached with his free hand to ruffle Mitch's chest and tummy as he looked down in adoration for little brother. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, of course, but as Eddie looked down with newfound freedom and interest, Mitch felt a fresh thrill in his stomach. He could feel Eddie's fingers trembling, and sense the little shudders and shakes of uncontained excitement from his brother even through the bed. Mitch leaned up on his elbows to watch Eddie's fingers scritch down below his belly-button and slowly slide down the side of his sheath, teasing the full, furry tube.
"You're shaking," Mitch observed with a giggle, and Eddie laughed.
"You were too, dude," Eddie teased back, settling his hand over Mitch's young, but plump nuts and giving a roll and lazy knead to them, feeling the weight in the pup's sack. "Damn, you're getting big, though."
"Yeah, but I get a pass!" the puppy teased, "I never did anything like that before and you and Kim do it all the time!" Eddie frowned.
"Dude, it's not...the same, with her," Eddie said, lowering his muzzle to plant a sweet kiss on Mitch's pelvis, just beside his sheath. "...Can I tell you a secret that you can never ever tell anyone?" he asked. Mitch perked his ears and tipped his head, curiously. Eddie looked flustered, but earnest, like he needed to.
"Uh, yeah? What is it, Eddie?" Mitch wondered. He couldn't help but squirm as Eddie's hand stroked along his balls and slowly worked up his sheath, kneading and giving a little pump to the puppy's firm dick, tugging the sheath back another inch.
"...When I was your age," the elder husky briefly hesitated, before continuing, "... I used to do this for you in your sleep," Eddie confessed. He silenced himself with Mitch's young member, slowly sinking it into his mouth and going down on the young boy without further hesitation. Mitch's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation of his big brother's tongue cradling his member, and his mouth closing around it. A gentle suction being applied around his achingly-stiff arousal as it was unsheathed made him throb harder, and he could feel himself shooting precum already. He whined out a high-pitched note as he raked his claws at the bedsheets and arched his hips, staring down in disbelief at the admission that came coupled with sensations he had only dreamed of.
As Mitch squirmed, Eddie's fingers dug into his bellyfur and rubbed slowly, soothing him and pinning him in place. The elder brother's head lifted and sunk down again, stroking the boy's already-hypersensitive shaft in a sleeve of textured tongue and ridged roof-muzzle. Eddie sighed a hot breath into Mitch's short, soft pubic fur as his free hand's fingers groped and rubbed the pup's balls as Mitch's dick rhythmically issued watery little spurts of his precum. Eddie was pacing the patient bobbing of his head to those spurts, even, adding to the pleasure of each shot of clear fluid.
"Oh my god, Eddie," Mitch whimpered, flexing his toes and digging his heels at the bed as his hips rolled, while he tried to push up into the incredible, new sensation. When he arched, Eddie just pushed down a little more with his lips, and used them to unsheathe the last inch of the puppy's member. With Eddie's lips sealed around his boyhood's very root, the slight bulb of Mitch's knot was captured in Eddie's suckling mouth and being nursed on hungrily by the older husky.
Like a switch had been flipped, Mitch couldn't contain himself any longer. He curled up, grabbing at Eddie's head desperately in his hands and holding it in place as the puppy reflexively started to hump at his elder brother's face. The pup's resolve was wholly overwhelmed as his throbbing knot was suckled on, and Eddie simply goaded him along, sucking hard around the puppy and working his tongue against the young boy's member and knot as Mitch cried out and whimpered, stifled as best as he could as the fleshy bulb at the base of his member swelled up and got rock hard in his brother's mouth.
Eddie was quick to grab a pillow and stuff it against Mitch's face. The pup got the hint and grabbed the pillow, howling out desperately into it as he quickly crested the hill and went sailing over the edge with a high-pressure shot of cum to the back of his brother's mouth, followed by a half-dozen more as the pup shook. His hips were hunching beyond his control, each wracking surge of climactic pleasure causing a fresh tense that jabbed his hips forward again and again, until, minutes later, the spasms finally left him and he collapsed back on the bed. 
Having run Mitch dry and swallowed well before the pup's climax had slowed, Eddie lifted up off the pup and smirked at the sight before him. A ragged, messy-haired young husky panting desperately to catch his breath, legs spread wide, bright-red member still throbbing rhythmically as it laid in his belly fur.
Mitch's eyes opened and met Eddie's gaze, just before Eddie leaned in to kiss him on the lips. The elder husky slowly guided his little brother to kiss him properly, their muzzles briefly locked as their tongues grazed against one another's.
"Love you, little brother," Eddie said softly, easing down beside his brother in the early-morning light, beams of daylight just filtering their way through the blinds and onto the wall of his bedroom as the sun rose from behind the house across the street.
"Love you too, big brother," Mitch panted, rolling and clutching his brother tightly, hugging him hard as their naked bodies pressed together. A silent moment passed, before Mitch wondered aloud, "Did...did you really do that to me in my sleep when we were little?" Eddie smirked and nuzzled into his little brother's headfur, scratching lazily behind Mitch's ears.
"Every chance I could. But... it wasn't right. And I still kind of feel bad about it," Eddie admitted, quietly.
"Why would you feel bad? That was awesome," Mitch giggled, and Eddie laughed a little.
"You were really little, dude, and... and, well, you didn't ask for it, I guess," Eddie said, having to think about it for a few moments. "It was wrong, but I couldn't help myself," the elder brother mumbled, looking down to meet Mitch's gaze. He smiled. "I ... I liked you like that. And I wanted to make you feel good. And I still do, too. I really do love you, dude. More than I think you can understand."
"I think I do understand," Mitch said, looking into his big brother's eyes adoringly as his tail wagged. Eddie's started wagging as well.
"So...eighteen more hours to go, dude. What're we doing today?" the elder brother asked with a smile, and Mitch giggled as he snuggled in and rubbed his face into his big brother's chestfur.
"You're gonna take me to the pool after breakfast. And then we're getting ice cream for dinner," Mitch grinned, as Eddie laughed.
"Yeah, you've always got the best ideas, dude," Eddie said, kissing his brother between the eyes once more. "Gotta get up and get a shower before mom gets up, though. Rule number one."
"Alright...but just a few more minutes?" Mitch begged.
"Yeah. A few more minutes," Eddie smiled as he wrapped his arms around his beloved little brother and held him close as the sun rose.
 
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