Content Warning: Sneaky public, stealthy public, incest (brother/brother), intense weather. :o)

  
 

**Before the Fall**

## **"Brotherhood, Part Four"**  
by beforethefall \[Inkbunny\]

  
 

Astride their white Mongoose Hooligans, the huskies rocketed down the narrow sidewalks of the older part of Aardvark Heights. The once-matching bikes had been heavily personalized with a blend of spraypaint, stickers, cheap accessories and sturdy cloth tape that masked the various scrapes and scratches the bikes had been subjected to. Eddie had gone as far as affixing an old battery-operated transistor radio in the handlebars of his own bike, which was usually tuned to their favorite local punk station. Jumping curbs and chasing each other in a zig-zag pattern through the alleyways and shade-tree-lined streets of the older neighborhoods, they eventually reached the state highway that led into the newer part of town. There, they rode on the shoulder against the flow of traffic, clad in nothing but their swim trunks and flip-flops as they headed toward the newer part of town with beach towels slung around their shoulders. Occasionally, the boys would dive through parking lots and cut across side-streets to avoid busier intersections as they went.

"Thanks for suggesting the good pool," Mitch said to his brother as they settled in for a cruise on the median of the wide, busy four-lane road under the oppressive morning sun. They were in single file, and Mitch was busily tailgating his big brother as his tail wagged. He was trying to get his front tire to rub on his brother's rear tire, just to be annoying. "Not that the old one's so bad, but the new one has water slides."

"If we're gonna do a day out, we might as well do it right, right?" Eddie laughed,  just pedaling steadily along as his little brother buzzed their tires against one another and occasionally bumped harder into his rear tire. He knew Mitch would tire of the effort quickly, and he smirked to himself as he heard Mitch back off, only to catch up on his left and ride alongside him.

"Yeah! I should play with your dick more if it'll get me cool trips to the good pool," Mitch joked, unafraid of anyone overhearing them as they pedaled on the side of the busy road. Eddie laughed and swerved toward his brother, trying to fake him out into the grass ditch.

"You should play with my dick more period, dude," Eddie teased right back. "Don't act like I'm the only one that was having fun, there," he smirked at his little brother. Mitch laughed as he tried to do a wheelie, but had to stand on his back pegs to get the front to stay up. Eddie smirked as he watched his brother, but matched the other husky's pace on the side of the road, ready to shove him off into the grass if he started to veer toward traffic. To Eddie's relief, Mitch made it back onto two wheels without incident.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun," the younger husky giggled as he settled back into the steady rhythm of pedaling alongside his brother. Before long, they found the opportunity to cross the highway and did so, ducking back into the side-streets that lead through the older neighborhoods on the other side of the tracks from the hub of newer construction. "You're gonna teach me new stuff too though, right?" Mitch wondered aloud, wagging his tail as the boys pedaled together. Eddie laughed as he sat up, pedaling along without the use of his handlebars.

"Yeah, I guess?" Eddie said, grinning at his little brother. "What kind of stuff do you wanna learn though, dude?" the older husky said as Mitch mimicked him, a little unsteady at first but soon getting the hang of no-hands coasting.

"I don't know! Maybe, uh...maybe how to do new stuff with my mouth? Or, uh..." Mitch trailed off, as the stirring to firmness atop his pelvis distracted him for a few moments. "...Heh. Hey, Eddie, look." Mitch said, in a manner that Eddie knew was trouble incarnate. Eddie looked over and saw Mitch sitting upright, still pedaling as he pulled his towel to the side and showed off his tented swim trunks. The obvious upward jutting of the fabric plainly showed the young husky's erection through the blue-and-white fabric of the young husky's shorts. Eddie laughed.

"Aw, dude, you are gonna be _hard_ to keep up with aren't you?" Eddie laughed. He bit his lip though and thought back to earlier that morning. He thought back to the sight of his naked little brother laid out, the feeling of the young husky's soft fur and trembling hands, the taste of his cum. The elder brother found it remarkably easy to catch up and he grinned, pulling his own towel aside to show off to Mitch. "Hey, Mitch. Mitch! ... Two can play that game, dude," the teenager grinned, pedaling along with a much larger, much more prominent tent between his thighs showing in his black-and-red board shorts as he pedaled steadily through the suburban streets. Both huskies laughed as they let their towels drop back into place for a minimal amount of modesty, though the low seats of their bikes sat them in a manner that did well to hide the boys' erections from casual glances of those they passed. There was a brief lull, as Mitch kept glancing over to get peeks and glimpses of Eddie's erection, which only made his ache more.

"Dude...now I'm _really_ hard," Mitch complained with a playful grin at his brother. "You wanna mess around some more before we get to the pool?" the puppy asked, his tail wagging harder behind him as they coasted down the back-streets.

"Dude we're like three blocks away from the pool, can you wait?" Eddie asked, rolling his eyes - but he couldn't help but grin at his little brother who was feigning urgency.

"C'mon, just a little?" Mitch whined with a little giggle. He planted a hand back on his handlebars, and after a quick look around for anyone that might see, he pushed his hand into his board shorts and gave himself a few strokes, making sure Eddie could see it. Eddie was soon pitching a tent all over again.

"Dude, cut it out, rule number one!" Eddie scolded his little brother, though he was still grinning.

"Rule number one doesn't count, mom and dad aren't here!" Mitch sing-songed, his hand still down his shorts. Eddie abruptly swerved his bike toward the younger husky's, and Mitch's hands reflexively went for the handlebars, solving the issue for the moment.

"Fine, rule four; we can't get caught by anyone else either, because they'll _tell_ mom and dad," Eddie argued.

"You don't get to change the rules! We already made the deal!" Mitch immediately whined; he never gave up that easily.

"Dude if we get caught doing that kind of stuff I'm literally dead, and they'll neuter you. Not a conversation, dude. If you wanna keep doing that stuff you gotta play by my rules, and I get to add new ones whenever I want,"  Eddie said with his sternest big-brother voice, which wasn't very stern at all. He didn't even consider the broad authority that gave him at first.

"Aww, you're such a dork, Eddie," Mitch whined, still tenting his swimming trunks.

"Yeah, so are you. I'll make it up to ya', dude; promise we'll goof around again as soon as we can," Eddie assured his little brother, taking the final left turn onto the four-lane side road that led under the railroad tracks and into the center of the city. 

"You better, dude! No cheating!" Mitch laughed as they finished the final half-block of pedaling. The two chained their bikes together and then to the bike rack outside the pool, while Mitch's tail wagged hard, the excitement of a hot day spent at the pool having begun to set in high gear. Both brothers were still sporting half-erect lipstick as they got in line for tickets, which made the ridge of each boy's masculinity more prominent than usual in their swim trunks as they waited to pay their $2 each and get their wristbands.

* * *

The pool was busy that day due to the lingering end of a minor heatwave - but, to both Eddie and Mitch's delight, it meant they both happened to run into friends from school who they hadn't seen since class let out earlier that month. They split up, with Mitch running off with two canine friends, a german shepherd and a golden retriever. Eddie happened across two of the jocks from the football team, a purple-furred kangaroo and a grizzly bear who was there with his girlfriend, a dreadlocked raccoon who had her own group of friends with her in turn. The gaggle of high-schoolers alternated between swimming and socializing on the deck chairs, with plenty of interspersed hijinks that were thankfully overlooked by the nearest lifeguard, who happened to be one of their classmates. Mitch and his friends swiftly exhausted their wristbands' ten punches on the waterslides, and settled into a steady rotation of diving in the diving well instead to pass the time, before eventually moving on to a game of Marco Polo in the deep end of the big pool. Nobody noticed the blue sky steadily being overtaken by an enormous anvil-shaped cloud that was roiling in the western sky.

The pool's PA system sounded three tones, and the lifeguards blew their whistles, announcing the pool's closure as the white clouds turned to gray. The locker rooms crowded neartheirly immediately, and Eddie was anxiously waiting by the entrance to the locker rooms as Mitch came running up.

"Aw, what are they closing the pool so early for? It's only four!" Mitch whined to his big brother, looking genuinely heartbroken at the early end to his fun. Eddie was eager to usher him into the locker rooms to grab their few things from their shared quarter-deposit locker.

"Dude, didn't you see the clouds? There's a storm coming. Hurry up and get our bikes undone, we gotta get home before it gets here," Eddie urged. Mitch sensed the urgency in his brother's voice and, as he tended to do when the situation was more dire, compiled. The puppy shook his fur out in the shower stall and skipped the line for the fur dryers altogether to rush through the exit turnstyle. He squatted beside the bikes and rolled the combination lock to their secret number - 8 4 2 - and handily unlocked their bikes. As the sky steadily blackened, he re-wound the vinyl-encased chain around his bike's frame, and Eddie ducked through the turnstyles and threw Mitch's towel to him. Mitch draped the towel back around his shoulders, backing up to make room for Eddie to get onto his bike.

"Uhh... Eddie? Are we going to make it?" Mitch wondered as the storm clouds seemed to be boiling up in place overhead. Ozone and petrichor were on the air already, and a low rumble seemed to call attention to the tense quiet that had settled over the little Midwestern city despite the bustle of teenagers, families and adults making their exit from the  city pool.

"Probably not," the elder husky said, honest as he always was to his little brother. Neither were expecting it as Eddie was saddling up; the tornado siren atop the big pole in the park across the street wound up until the deafening howl of the siren hurt the huskies' ears, causing them to pin back in a vain attempt to muffle the mechanical siren's wail. The sky drifted further and further toward green, and Eddie made a follow-me toss of his head and stood on the pedals of his bike to urge it into motion, and Mitch followed with a pang of anxiety balled up behind his breastbone. The huskies raced through the crowded parking lot and down a nearby side-street as the sky fell to a sickly, dull-dark aquamarine hue.

As abruptly as they came, the sirens stopped. The air was abruptly, and profoundly still, no birds, no insects. Passing traffic's whispered drone in the distance seemed muted, even, as if the whole of the city had sensed the coming storm and huddled into itself to shelter from the terrible power that loomed overhead. The silence was tense, at rest yet primed with a profound sense of pent-up energy, like an elastic band stretched to its limit. As the huskies rolled up onto the railroad access road, the band snapped, and the heavens opened atop them. Not rain. Hail, pelting down from miles above at terminal velocity. Both boys yelped and yipped as larger pieces of falling ice found them, the deafening sound of the ice balls' impacts all around them, clinking off their bikes' frames, and utterly pelting their muzzles, heads and backs.

Salvation, dead ahead; the concrete viaduct under the railroad tracks! Eddie veered onto the sidewalk beside that main road and right under the rail bridge where he brought his bike to a stop, leaning it up against the concrete wall. Mitch was hot on his tail and dropped his bike on the sidewalk as the two boys rushed up the concrete incline to take shelter behind one of the big concrete pylons, just as the gust front hit and howling, gale-force winds surged through on a wave of petrichor, as the hail grew to quarter-size, then half-dollar. The half-dressed huskies huddled into what little bit of shelter they could find behind the pylon, away from the open ends of the short underpass. Mitch huddled into Eddie's protective embrace for a moment, and soon Eddie was laughing, and Mitch was quick to follow, as he realized they were okay.

"That was close, man," Eddie laughed, ruffling his little brother's ears. "Catch any big ones, dude? Get any sense knocked into ya'?" Mitch laughed and pushed at his brother's soaking-wet chestfur, thumping the elder husky's back against the concrete pylon where he leaned back as the storm raged just on the other side of the concrete pillar they were hiding behind. They both had to shout to be heard over the cacophony of wind, thunder and deafening rain that was still punctuated with hail.

"No more than _you_ did!" Mitch giggled, having to crane his neck to look out from behind the pylon to see the storm raging on the far end of the viaduct just twenty feet away. He realized as he looked around just how much privacy the pillar afforded them even as the thunder cracked overhead and occasional gusts of wind blew a spray of rain into their corner; if they scooted against the wall he almost couldn't see the road at all. "H-hey, Eddie?" Mitch shouted as a car passed, sloshing up a wave of water onto the sidewalk from the overflowing gutter.

"What's up, dude?" Eddie asked, leaning forward to survey the intense storm as it passed as well. The tornado sirens started sounding again; they only sounded twice when there was an actual tornado somewhere nearby, but that place wasn't here and now, and besides, the huskies had few other options for adequate shelter at the moment.

"... It looks like we're stuck here," Mitch said quietly, slipping his small hand down over Eddie's swim trunks to grasp the other dog's sheath through the thin fabric. Mitch immediately marveled at how his big brother's spongy, sheathed girth filled his paw even when flaccid. He crowded up against his brother to stay as far out of view as they could get, backing Eddie into the little corner between the wall and the pylon. "Can...can I play with it, now?"

"Ah, dude..." Eddie groaned, his hips tensing a little as Mitch held him, "N-not really a great place _or_ time, you know." Despite the weak protest, Eddie didn't move to stop his little brother, and Mitch smirked as he realized that. He gave a gentle squeeze at Eddie's cock-base through the shorts, pumping over his knot a few times using Eddie's sheath as a stroker. Eddie was powerless to stop the throbbing that began to wake his cock up in his shorts.

"C'mon dude, nobody's out in this crap," Mitch whined, wagging his tail. "I just wanna play with it some. Can I suck on yours like you did me?" the younger pup begged as he sank to his knees in front of his big brother. Mitch buried his face in against his brother's sheath and balls through the swim trunks and breathed in deep through the fabric and wet fur, scenting mostly just wet dog and chlorine residue. Eddie craned forward again and surveyed the area before his ears pinned, and he pulled his swim trunks down in front, just enough to bare his lipsticking sheath and balls to his brother.

"Alright, dude, but hurry up, we really do need to get home or mom and dad are gonna gut us for making them worry," Eddie said. He heard a car pass, and pressed back into their improvised shelter a bit more tightly. Mitch giggled and nodded up to his brother, before he grabbed the older husky's sheath and planted his lips to its tip, suckling gently at the older dog's already-lipsticking member. Eddie gasped as Mitch's tongue went down into his sheath and as Mitch pulled his sheath back and went down on him he groaned, rolling his hips forward needily. Mitch wagged his tail briskly as the teenage dog's throbbing cock slowly unsheathed bit-by-bit into his mouth. The younger husky was in bliss immediately as his big brother's potent, salty taste and jetting precum-slickness flooded his mouth. As Eddie leaned more heavily back against the concrete pylon, the older husky's cock awakened more and more, throbbing to full arousal quickly. Mitch didn't even care that his own cock was so hard that it hurt, he had his mouth full of his beautiful sexy big brother and could taste the coppery tang of his precum as it jetted fresh streaks of wetness across his tongue.

Eddie's bare toes braced against the concrete. Another spray of rainwater surged through their secret little hiding place, and the wind buffeted against the concrete, making the boys' ears pop. The elder brother's knees parted, which made him squat slightly, but the move helped to make more room for Mitch's muzzle in his crotch as well. He gripped his little brother's head under a paw and panted quietly as the storm raged, covering up his huffing, soft vocalizations from being heard by anyone but the one who they were intended for. Eddie stared down in awe at the sight of his little brother polishing his throbbing erection, making its pink flesh flush deeper shades of red as his arousal steadily grew. 

"Ah, s-suck on it dude, use your tongue," Eddie instructed with a huffing mumble, before giving a sudden, unrestrained moan out as his little brother started to nurse and suckle on his sturdy cock. Mitch took the initiative to sink Eddie's dick deeper into his hungry maw, his tail wagging so fast it blurred. Mitch was so happy that he was making his big brother make such happy, horny sounds- the same ones he'd been jerking off to with his ear pressed to the vent under his bed for weeks. When Mitch felt the more copious squirts of watery precum splashing over his tongue he whimpered ecstatically, but when Eddie's hands gripped his head and pulled him down with a heightened sense of urgency, a sharp blast of the clear juices spouted against the back of the puppy's throat, and made Mitch gag and abruptly pull off to retch hard.

"Eugh!" Mitch coughed, still hanging on to Eddie's throbbing cock through his sheath as another clear spray of precum arced in the air. Eddie cursed and looked down.

"Shit, sorry dude, you okay?" the elder husky asked, even as his cock continued to sling slick-watery spatters of his precum onto the younger husky's chest and cheek. Mitch nodded his head as he slowly recovered, coughing and clearing his throat.

"Y-yeah," Mitch said, his hand still playing with Eddie's thick dick, "...Moan more for me? I like how it sounds..." the younger husky said, before more timidly resuming his suckling at his big brother's erection. Eddie puzzled at the request, but realized the raging storm was, at least for now, providing more than adequate cover for their noises. He slumped back and let himself get back into it, his hand resting on Mitch's head.

"Anh...good, oh fuck, dude," Eddie groaned as Mitch mawed at him, and the older brother gently guided the younger to work his mouth up and down the fat, slimy length of his big-brother's precum-jetting cock. Mitch wasn't gagging now, just swallowing happily with the rhythmic pace of Eddie's surging spurts of precum as he found a nice pace, while Eddie guided him with steady, gentle motions and tugs on the back of his head, sure to announce with heated moans and growls and open panting when Mitch was doing something right. Mitch could only get about six inches of his brother's cock down, but it was enough to bump his nose against his brother's sheathed knot regularly. Eddie groaned and moaned, panting and vocalizing in a manner only a husky could achieve as Mitch worked the fleshy bulb of his knot out of his sheath, helping it slip readily from the older husky's holster as Mitch urged the fatty, furry covering back.

The young pup made up for his lack of practice and experience with greatly enthusiastic work, whimpering needily up to his brother in response to the urgent moaning and panting. Mitch practiced, thinking about all the things that made him feel the best and trying to mimic them with his tongue for his big brother's benefit. Eddie was wagging, too, his curled tail beating against the pillar behind him as he leaned heavily back against the concrete. His head tipped back and he kept panting and moaning openly through an open muzzle as his tongue lolled out, not even caring about the meager cover provided by the storm as it slowly waned to simple occasional rumbles thunder and heavy rain. He wanted Mitch to hear his praise.

"Ah, ngh, I'm close - g-get my knot, Mitch!" Eddie groaned, biceps flexing as he prepared to pull his brother's head down before he caught himself. He let go of Mitch's head entirely instead and surrendered his weight to the pylon behind him, groaning out loudly as Mitch gripped tightly around his sheath and pulled abruptly forward on Eddie's cock-base, resulting in a hard yank behind the elder husky's knot, just like he liked to do to himself when he was alone. Eddie gritted his teeth, his ears pinned back as he groaned, loudly, through his nose. Reflexively, his hips humped forward as a sudden, massive blast of cum surged up into Mitch's mouth, overran the pup's jaws and poured down his chin. The puppy pulled back and swallowed as the second shot fired over his head, and the young pup ensured that the third creamy rope landed right between his gaping jaws. The young pup hungrily laid his tongue out like a landing strip for his elder brother's seed, begging and desperate for each strong shot that spattered off the roof of his mouth and splashed into his fur or down his chin and throat, while Eddie came like a fountain for him for the second time in the last nine hours. 

Eddie slowly came back to his senses after nearly a full minute of intense peak, still panting hard as his tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle. Mitch giggled and suckled each fresh dribble of musky, milky-white seed straight from the source as he played with the elder dog's rock-hard knot.

"Mmm, your jizz tastes good, Eddie," Mitch giggled as he sat back on his knees, not minding the ache from kneeling on the concrete. He realized the storm had lightened up, and looked over to the slightly-lightening-gray streets. It was still raining but the thunder and lightning was more distant, and the wind had reduced to occasional gusts. Eddie was still throbbing with watery spritzes of post-ejaculate onto Mitch's wrist as he replied.

"Hah! Like you'd know if it tasted good or bad compared to anyone else's, dude," the elder brother teased, panting still as he reached to pull his swim trunks up, despite his swollen knot. Mitch only reluctantly let go of his big brother's knot, but not before he leaned in to give the older dog's egg-sized balls a kiss. Eddie took a second to thread his rubbery-hard, unsheathed cock down the leg of his swim trunks; a trick most canids used at one point or another during their pubescent years.

"Your knot's so hard," Mitch giggled. "How long does it stay stuck in Kim when you guys have sex?" Eddie marveled at the absolute bluntness of the question from his unashamed little brother. He couldn't help but feel compelled to answer such unashamed curiosity, even if it was an inappropriate question.

"Kinda weird to ask that, dude," Eddie laughed as he helped his little brother up and looked back out to see the rain finally lightening up, as were the skies. "...About twenty minutes, though. Or forty minutes if she keeps squirming around on it," Eddie grinned as he licked a streak of cum off his little brother's muzzle and cheek, and then threw his towel over the boy's head to ruffle thoroughly through his fur to clean up the evidence of their play.

"Dude! That's so cool... You guys are stuck together for that long, really? I wish I could watch," Mitch blurted, unable to believe himself even as he said it. Watch Eddie and Kim, together? He was so jealous of her for so long, he never even thought he might like to see ..._that_. Eddie apparently wasn't expecting that either.

"I thought you hated her," Eddie said, scooting to sit on the inclined cement as Mitch fidgeted and casually played with himself through his swim trunks, keeping an eye out for passing cars as he stroked his sheath.

"I do, but...does it feel good? Better than ...like, with my paw holding it? I bet it feels awesome. I want to see you feel that good, and...m-maybe, uh, sometime we could..." Mitch trailed off after his suggestion devolved into sheepish mumbling. He hooked his fingers on either side of his knot and tugged to adjust his tight sheath, which was stretched to its capacity on the puppy's erection. Eddie gave a stealthy look around and reached to settle his hand over the end of Mitch's tenting shorts to give him a little squeeze.

"We should get you a girlfriend so you can find out for yourself, dude," Eddie joked, feeling the heat and fresh wetness of his little brother's precum making a mess in his swim trunks. "Dude, you're gonna reek like cum when we get home if you tug off in your shorts. Take it out and shoot in the corner or something."

"Uh, I don't wanna do it yet," Mitch giggled. "Can we wait? I wanna try something." Eddie knew him too well, he saw where this was headed instantly. Mitch was the sort who would fixate on certain things, so it was pretty easy to guess.

"...You want to try to jerk off while riding your bike, don't you?" the elder brother smirked.

"...No!" Mitch reflexively protested, before a softer and more guilty-sounding, "...Yes."

"Dude, I literally just shut you down on the ride to the pool..."

"I know! But we were on the street then. We could take the alleys home. Nobody will see, then." Mitch said. The horny puppy logic was alarmingly sound by Eddie's reckoning. He was having trouble coming up with a good argument against it, that would still be fair to his little brother's urge to experiment.

"Ugh, we gotta get out of here dude, mom and dad are probably worried...JUST this once, dude. Under your shorts, and out on the ground when you make a mess. _Only_ because we just survived an awesome storm. But if there's _anyone_ around you have to stop." Eddie said with his best 'just-watching-out-for-you' big-brother voice. Mitch's expression brightened instantly.

"Deal!" the younger husky said, offering Eddie his towel back as he picked his way down the little concrete incline, and hopped off the short wall to pick his bike back up. He climbed onto the saddle and stuck one hand down his swim trunks. Focused manipulations with one hand worked his sheath back and carefully fished his hard boyhood down the leg of his shorts, just like his big brother did to himself moments ago. Mitch's eyes rolled back in his head as he took a few moments to stroke himself, rubbing his throbbing canine member against the soft fur of his inner-thigh while doing his best to keep a cautious eye and ear out for traffic. Eddie laughed as he climbed onto his own bike. 

"Man, wait 'til we're in the alleys at least! C'mon!" Eddie playfully urged his brother with a kick to Mitch's back tire, as Mitch was obviously enjoying himself. The younger brother gave his signature little giggle and shoved his bike into motion, wobbling along the sidewalk as he tried to pick up momentum. The task wasn't exactly easy with one hand on the handlebars and the other in his lap, but he managed well enough. Eddie followed closely, keeping a wary eye out, but as Mitch veered down a packed-cinder alleyway he found himself able to relax a little. Mitch quickly found a technique, pedaling to build up a little speed before coasting as his hand worked in his shorts, the puppy panting out with his tongue hanging loosely out, occasionally letting his little, naughty giggle out as he realized what he was getting away with. 

The huskies crossed a side street together, and before they'd even entered the next alleyway completely Mitch was already stroking himself again, with a subtle whine under the sound of the crunching cinder. Mitch wobbled atop his bike but pedaled harder to regain his balance, letting his eyes briefly roll as he coasted. He could hear Eddie rolling up beside him, and looked sidelong at his big brother who was grinning right back at him.

"Dude, you're a freak, getting off in public like this," Eddie teased, and Mitch whined out playfully, giggling.

"Eddie..! It's your fault, dude," Mitch panted, stopping his hand's motions under his shorts, but not bothering to pull his hand out as they came up to another intersection, crossing another side-street where two huge trees had fallen across the road a short distance away. Both brothers marveled at the damage as they passed.

"Woah..!" Eddie said as he and Mitch kept rolling into the next alley, "I wonder if our side of town got it even worse," the elder husky wondered as Mitch whined again.

"Dude, n-not right now," the puppy panted, focused. His ears were pinned, and Eddie laughed quietly.

"'Too distracting? 'Bout to pop, dude?" the elder brother wondered, riding alongside his bro. "C'mon, we're almost to the highway. Think you can blast it before we're in traffic?"

"Mnh, y-yeah, maybe," Mitch panted, coasting slow on his bike to buy more time as he hiked his swim trunks' leg up enough to let his pointed canine member peek out of the bottom. Eddie grinned, watching intently between glances up to make sure the coast was clear as the alley slowly rolled by. Mitch trembled, his hand working hard; Eddie could tell he was jerking behind his knot, the easiest way for a dog to blow off, but doing so while balancing and having to pedal intermittently wasn't easy. Mitch whined and finally admitted defeat, bringing his bike to a stop in a section of the alley between two yards with big privacy fences, and Eddie pulled up next to him as the pup shuffled in beside a telephone pole for a little cover, facing the fence.

"Maybe not?" Eddie teased, propping his bike on its kickstand as he stood up. Mitch was still straddling his bike, but had a foot down as he worked himself desperately.

"Y-yeah, mnf..." Mitch whimpered. "Uh...little help, big bro?" the puppy asked, and the soft, pleading request from his little bro was impossible to deny. Eddie stepped in behind him and, after one more quick look around, pressed up against his little brother's back and stuck his hand down the boy's shorts to take over for the puppy. He gripped Mitch's throbbing knot, squeezing it harder than Mitch could manage on his own, and pulled it firmly away from his body as he shook the boy's dick with a rapid jiggling that caused the younger brother's swim trunks' leg to flap. Mitch whimpered and almost fell off of his bike, bracing a hand against the privacy fence as his hips jerked and, with a strained little groan, the first pearly ribbon of seed arced out from the pup's barely-exposed cocktip, spattering across the fence as Eddie whispered into his ear.

"There's a good boy, Mitch," Eddie huffed huskily into his brother's ear. "Good, _goooood_ boy," he teased, half-laughing as Mitch giggled tensely and whimpered and panted and groaned and even howled out quiet little noises. He shuddered and pulsed like his life depended on it, spraying eight slick shots of pearly-white dog cum across the fence, the recent rainfall having helped mask their sinful contribution to the fence's darkened shade. In the midst of his climax, both boys stared down at the sight as Eddie shook Mitch's modest erection rapidly, impressed at what Mitch readily gauged his biggest load to date. His knot was swollen so tight it ached, and the boy was still desperately throbbing, trying to keep shooting and only mustering tiny, watery spritzes as Eddie let him go. The elder brother lifted his hand to lick it clean, leaving Mitch's arousal fully-knotted down the leg of his shorts, much like Eddie's still was.

"Ah, nff...t-thanks, big bro," Mitch whimpered, grabbing the handlebars of his bike as he shakily found his balance again and pushed back. "A-ah, okay..maybe not as good of an idea as I thought it was, but holy crap you can call me a good boy like _anytime_, Eddie," Mitch admitted, giggling again, though this time a bit sheepishly.

"Ha! Not as fun as it sounded at first, despite the good-boys?" Eddie laughed, urging his bike back into motion down the alley. Mitch followed, taking a moment to catch up.

"Nah...uh, too distracting I guess. Or maybe I was scared about getting caught," Mitch said, still trembling a bit as he kept throbbing, knot tight in his shorts. The outline of dog-cock down the leg of his swim trunks was obvious. The two soon emerged from the alley out onto a side-street, and a half-block later were pedaling against the flow of meager highway traffic on the shoulder, though the traffic was still in its post-storm lull. Mitch's steady pedal-pumping kept teasing his achingly-hard member, ensuring it stayed as hard as it could be despite having already found his relief.

"Maybe we can try again in a less public place, sometime?" Eddie offered with a little laugh.

"Okay!" Mitch instantly responded. "Like where?"

"I don't know," Eddie laughed, "Back of a police car if we aren't more careful, I think," the elder husky said, making Mitch laugh. Eddie quickly checked over his shoulder and veered across the four-lane highway with Mitch hot on his tail, ducking back into the old part of town. He didn't concern himself with sticking to the alleys anymore. 

"Aww, we won't get caught, dude. We just have to be careful, right? We could take the trail through the woods the next time we go to the pool," Mitch suggested, getting a laugh out of Eddie.

"Your knot hasn't even gone down yet and you're already planning next time?" Eddie asked. "C'mon, I'll race you home!" the elder brother abruptly shouted, tearing off as fast as he could muster. Mitch just barked and laughed as he gave chase, and they zig-zagged on their way back home, blowing recklessly through back-street intersections the whole way. On the way, the boys found more trees that had either shed big limbs or completely toppled in the high winds, some which took power lines with them, forcing them to turn around and back-track to safer routes. As they reached the old main street, they pedaled along the sidewalk as the sounds of chainsaws and utility vehicles began to strike up their usual post-storm background drone. At the end of their street they hastened their pace, until they coasted up their driveway and passed the family minivan on their way into the back yard. Both boys abandoned their bikes at the side of the house and rushed inside, finally using their beach towels to dry their fur out more properly before their mom scolded them for dripping on the kitchen tile.

"There you boys are!" their mom announced, grabbing Mitch and embracing him, "You had me worried sick! Where have you been all day?!"

"Mom!" Mitch whined, squirming out of her grip before she could notice his still-swollen member in his shorts. He used his towel to shield it from view.

"We were at the pool! I told you that," Eddie laughed, "They closed it about two minutes before the storm got here, it just came up out of nowhere," Eddie explained as Mitch's excitement to tell the story of the storm built along with the swing of his tail behind him.

"It started hailing and we had to hide out where the train tracks go over the road!" the puppy boasted,  soon wagging his tail so hard it knocked a few of the alphabet-magnets off the refrigerator. "It was so cool! The wind was like howling and it rained sideways and the gutters on the street flooded out!"

"Pretty sure we have hearing damage," Eddie joked, "The new tornado sirens are so loud."

"Yeah they were like, AaaaaAAAAA!" Mitch made good use of his husky heritage to bellow out a sound that rode the border between a howl and a scream. Both Eddie and the boys' mother pinned their ears and shouted for Mitch to knock it off, though Eddie's plea nearly matched the young boy's note and intensity. Dad came in from the living room and dropped the cordless phone on its receiver.

"C'mon, boys, go get dressed in some good work clothes. Your cousin Tommy's dad has a big tree limb that came down in their back yard, and they need help cutting it up and stacking it for the firepit. He said he'll take us all out to the Slingshot if we help them out." Both boys' eyes lit up.

"Slingshot burgers!" the boys cheered, hurrying to their respective rooms to change.

**\-END-**