beforethefall
BtF - Brotherhood, Part One
Content Warning: Cub (10M), Teen (15M+15F), unrequited love, incestuous ideation, voyeurism
Before the Fall
“Brotherhood, Part One”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
Mitch crept under his bed as stealthily as he could behind the locked door of his bedroom, the ten-year-old husky's heart pounding in his chest already. Only three weeks into summer break and this had become a daily tradition; every weekday while his parents were at work his brother's girlfriend would come over, and they would hide out in his bedroom for hours. At first, Mitch naively believed his elder brother when he said they were just making out, but after a couple days in a row, Mitch realized he could smell the heavy musk of dog sex in the air when they eventually came out and raided the fridge for drinks and snacks.
It was bound to start eventually. After all, Eddie was fifteen now, and he and his girlfriend Kim had been going steady for six months. It was destined, really; Kim was the only other husky in Eddie's class, and they were a perfect fit for each other, one of those real-deal unstoppable high school power couples. As much as Mitch hated that fact, he couldn't deny it, and no amount of his own envy for what she had would ever change that.
But still, an unrelenting yearning gripped Mitch's heart, making him nearly sick with envy and frustration every time he saw Kim. Mitch wanted Eddie to himself. He needed to have Eddie to himself. His big brother meant everything to him; he'd been there for as long as Mitch could remember. Eddie had always been the coolest big brother, he was always supportive, he was always a great role model. Mitch knew that Eddie loved him, and that Eddie loved him even more than brothers normally do, but Mitch loved Eddie with his whole heart, and this new challenger to his claim on the elder husky nearly broke him. He wasn't ready to share, yet; his love was unfulfilled, unspoken. It was still so raw, in that way that only young crushes can be, it made his heart ache and tears well in his eyes whenever a fresh wash of frustration would come.
Mitch wanted nothing more than to give his heart, mind, body and soul to his big brother. He almost couldn't contain his love any more.
The skinny ten year old husky squeezed into the gap under his bedframe and crept close to the shared vent that fed air conditioning and heat to both of their rooms. He hesitated for a few moments, consciously trying to slow his breath before he dared to lower his head and look through the slats of the vent. This was a carefully-orchestrated practice by this point; over the last two weeks, he had fine-tuned the specific angle of the dampers in the vents, both his and Eddie's, so he had a reasonably clear view of the end of Eddie's bed and the better half of of his brother's room before the view was blocked by his older brother's desk. It wasn't ideal, but with the desperate and aching need for his brother feeding his hope, Mitch had already spent hours laid in front of the vent, wedged uncomfortably under his bed to, at best so far, see his brother naked for a few moments, and, at worst, listen in as Eddie and his girlfriend made out and had sex just a few feet away.
Mitch's stomach had butterflies in it, his trembling, intentionally slow and shallow breaths stifled so he could better hear the muted sounds of making out in the other room. He slowly rested his cheek to the floor and stared, longingly, toward the end of the bed where he saw Eddie's leg, up to the inner-thigh, still dressed in the teenager's usual loose athletic shorts. The pup stared until his eyes watered before he was able to force himself to blink, while he slowly slid his hand down into his briefs to relieve the pressure on his own lipsticking canine arousal. As his fingers curled around his sheath and squeezed it up gently, he watched the glimpses and fleeting glances he was able to catch as the couple in the other room shifted positions, and Eddie pulled his shorts down before climbing back up onto the bed. Mitch suppressed a whine of longing as he saw his brother's face for just a second, before it lowered out of view.
Mitch closed his eyes and imagined what they might be doing, which slowly eroded into fantasizing about what he would do, in her place. He could hear them panting and whispering to each other between soft kissing sounds. He thought of Eddie kissing him, their hands caressing each other's bodies, the delicate sensation of his brother's breath against his muzzle. He thought of his brother, naked; a sight he knew well, and secretly savored every chance he could. Eddie was a powerfully athletic teenager; having grown broad-shouldered and deep-chested. He had picked up football when he started high school, and was quickly working his way up to popular jock status too. Mitch loved his big brother's muscle, the raw power hidden beneath the softness of the elder husky's double-coat fur, the way he smelled coming home from the gym, or coming home from practice. Mitch daydreamed about the way Eddie looked, on the increasingly-rare occasion Eddie would let him brush his fur out for him, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Just a pluck of a terry cloth away from seeing his brother naked, once again. A sight he could never grow tired of.
The gentle shuffling of fabric over fur and excited little giggles between the couple next door snapped Mitch out of it, and as the bedsprings creaked and shifted with the changing distribution of weight and position next door, Mitch opened his eyes to resurvey the scene. Kim was hanging onto the footboard of Eddie's bed, grimacing and pinning her ears as she positioned herself, and then gasped and arched. Eddie's hand came down and grabbed the footboard beside her, and soon the elder husky brother was visible from the sternum-up, hunched over his girlfriend's back as he pumped and worked back and forth. Mitch couldn't help but whimper again with desperation at the sight, stifling himself as he squeezed his sheath again and began pumping at the same pace as his brother's movements, imagining his brother over him, on top of him, weighing down and panting into his ear. Mitch rolled to his back and stared longingly at the upside-down view of his brother fucking his girlfriend, focusing on the sounds his big brother made. Eddie's soft, grunting huffs and moans, his quiet whispers, growing steadily more excited and urgent as the husky continued. Kim whimpered and moaned as well, each time she drowned out Eddie's voice, fresh frustration sparked again in Mitch's gut as the puppy stroked himself, rolling his own balls in a hand and working his sheath down his length, baring red dog-dick to the air as he openly masturbated under the bed now.
Tension rose in Mitch's gut, the young husky's eyes fixed on his brother as the now-familiar grunt of Eddie's climax came alongside the dull ‘schlup’ of his knot seating into canine spade. Eddie groaned out, moaning and shuddering, muffled into his girlfriend's fur as she whimpered and gasped and panted, and Mitch bit his lip so hard he could taste blood to stifle any sound from himself. He was furiously smearing his own spurting precum back into his length as he listened to Eddie's climax, losing himself in the fantasy of what it would feel like to make his brother do such things, to make Eddie make those noises, to feel the way his cock throbbed and smell his musk up close, fresh and steaming. Mitch's toes curled, and he cupped the back of his knot tightly, squeezing it hard as he polished his shaft in his other hand. He held his breath; he couldn't risk being caught now. Even a faint whimper or whine could out him, he knew it would be the end of him, the end of these shows, the end of any hope he'd ever have of winning his brother over, were he caught like this.
The husky pup's hips jerked and shuddered weakly as a thick shot of seed leaped from his member to splash on his throat and chest. Mitch felt it land in his fur, and inhaled deep through his nose, imagining it were his brother's even in the midst of his own orgasm. The second shot came more strongly, spattering off the husky puppy's chin and drenching his throat. No, not his cum- Eddie's! He could hear his brother still groaning and moaning in eager, prolonged canine climax, and Mitch squinted his eyes shut tight, fantasizing about his brother. Eddie, knelt over him as Mitch jacked him off, the elder husky uttering that hot, hushed, horny, purely-Eddie moan with each powerful pulse of big-brother cum that landed in his fur, marking the husky puppy with streak after streak of his big brother's love. Again and again those shots would come, until the pulsing died down to a watery, pulsing dribble on his stomach, and Eddie leaned down to kiss him; thanks for a job well done.
Mitch's ears were ringing as he came off of his climactic high, still strangling his knot that had inflated to the size of a tennis ball, his cock straining and wracking him with post-climactic surges of pleasure, just like his big brother's was doing inside that line-cutting slut, Kim. Mitch did his best to keep his breath steady despite that, eyes still closed as his ears remained trained on the grate.
The air conditioning turned on, and a blast of cool air suppressed the sounds and smells from the other room, but Mitch could hear the softly-spoken words he so yearned for, as his brother leaned down and kissed his girlfriend.
“I love you, baby,” the elder husky's voice rung, just barely audible, through the vent. Mitch knew who it was directed to, but it didn't matter.
“I love you too, big brother,” Mitch whispered back, trembling as tears began to roll from his eyes, and he buried his face in the crook of his elbow before his sobbing could give him away.
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