Part Two of Zach & Caleb	

Caleb collapses onto his bed, his mind an overstimulated mess as he tries to process the events of the evening. It had taken him a good twenty minutes of cleaning to clear the mess that both he and his brother had made in the bathroom. He had brought the multiple cum-soaked towels down to the laundry room to hide in a shameful pile, and left the now clean toy on the sink where he had discovered it. But now what to do about Zach? How do you explain to your brother how you cleaned up the explosion of cum he had left in the bathroom? Much less try to explain what you did right after discovering it…
	
	Caleb was too preoccupied to hear Zach’s heavy footsteps as he approached Caleb’s door. Zach knocked, sending Caleb into a panicked frenzy as he grabbed his phone and pretended to be busy, rolling away from the door and curling up on the bed, trying to make himself as small as possible as his face lit up with a hot blush of embarrassment. 

	“Dude?” Zach queried through the door, creaking it open slowly as Caleb didn’t respond. “Did you… clean up in the bathroom? I mean you must’ve, but like… why?”

	Caleb mumbled as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse. “Why do you think? I’m used to cleaning up your messes. How was I supposed to use the bathroom in that state?” Caleb’s breath hitched as he waited for the response, his heart pounding as his eyes stay locked on his phone’s home screen. Was Zach going to be mad? Call him some sort of perverted freak? He sure deserved it, after what he did.

	Instead all Caleb got was a deep hearty laugh. “Yeah dude, guess you’re right. Just came to say sorry, meant to go back and clean it up, but I got pretty tired…” Zach lifts the toy spade, giving it a thump on Caleb’s door frame. “Thanks for cleaning this too. It was a wild ride, you should try it! Consider it thanks for cleaning up.” Zach tosses the toy onto Caleb’s bed, the embarrassed wolf giving a squeak of surprise as the silicone bounces off his back. 

	Caleb finally was able to get some oxygen in his lungs as Zach left. He didn’t know why he was even worried, after all Zach was not the sharpest tool in the shed. It was ridiculously simple to trick that dumb dog, so he should be in the clear. Still, being off the hook for his debauchery still didn’t wipe away the memories of his acts. Caleb dropped his phone and gave his face a hard rub, the images of the freshly used toy seared into his brain. The heat of the cum under his paws, the power of Zach’s scent filling his lungs, the feeling of his lips and tongue sliding over the freshly used silicone…

	Shit. Even though he came his tail off not even an hour ago, he could already feel his sheath swelling just from the memories alone. This also caused a tight panic in his chest. Not only did he commit unspeakable acts, but he loved every second. He wanted nothing more than to do it all again. He pulled at his neck and chest fur, trying to calm himself down. “It’s fine, it’s okay. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Just carry on like everything’s normal.” He took some deep breaths, settling the surge of feelings as he collects himself. Regardless of how he felt, he can’t just hide from Zach all week. Gotta man up. 

	He sits up and clears his throat, ready to face the rest of the evening. That is, until his gaze lands on the toy Zach had tossed onto his bed. He freezes, the sight of it just reigniting all the feelings he was trying to tamp down. He bites his lip as he stares at it, wondering what it felt like. What it looked like when Zach was using it. What it sounded like as Zach pounded away at it. What his face looked like as he came all over the walls…

	Caleb huffs loud and shakes his head with a growl of frustration. Seems like he couldn’t even go a minute without fantasizing about his brother. There’s no chance he could get the answer to those questions, so no sense thinking about it. Well, wait. Didn’t Zach just tell him he could use the toy? That actually happened?

	“I mean… no harm in that right? That’s not too weird, it’s clean, fine to use.” Caleb mused, reaching out to touch and squeeze at the lips of the spade. Might even help him relieve some of the needy pressure he still felt. He felt a surge in his pants as his dick unsurprisingly agreed with that assessment, making the decision for him as he picked the toy up and unbuttoned his pants. He grinned as excitement sparked in his chest, desperately trying to convince himself that he was just excited to try a new form of masturbation, and not just excited to use a toy his brother had just used earlier that day. 

	He pushes his garments down, freeing his quickly swelling sheath into the open air. He gives some horny huffs as he pushes the head of the toy to himself, hips moving slightly as he grinds the entrances together. He was entirely unsure as how he would use something like this, but nonetheless pumped to find out. The blue tapered end of his cock starts to push against the silicone folds, drawing out a soft groan from the teen as he tried to push into the toy.

	However, his push was quickly halted. He clicked his tongue at the feeling of the uncomfortably dry silicone, the toy tugging at his sensitive blue flesh in not a good way. He lifts the toy and inspects it, wondering what he could be doing wrong, before huffing in realization. “Ohhh of course. Gotta have lube probably.” He tapped the toy against his chest as he thought about his options, not knowing any easy ones. What did Zach use? He clearly had no problem in the bathroom. Maybe something in there?

	The idea of asking Zach for advice made Caleb feel like giving up. But no, he WAS going to fuck this thing. Everything’s normal, right? Zach won’t mind, he surely had some lube to use. Caleb pulled his garments back on, getting up to go ask Zach for some brotherly advice. Just going to not think about it, just asking a simple question. No problem.

	He hops out of bed, filled with steely determination. Just a dude asking another for some jacking-off advice, nothing to worry about. He leaves his room, searching for Zach, huffing in annoyance as he realizes Zach is probably holed up in his room. Ever since Zach’s smell really started getting to him, Caleb had just made a habit of avoiding Zach’s room entirely. Especially since, unlike Caleb, Zach was NOT someone to pay attention to his surroundings. It was hard enough to get him to wear clothes in the rest of the house, in his own room it was a lost cause. 

	Caleb approached Zach’s room, trying not to let anxiety overwhelm him. It was fine, just an easy question, grab lube and get out. He gave the door a knock, only to have it swing open on him, releasing a rush of Zach’s heavy musk directly into Caleb’s lungs. He couldn’t stop himself from giving a groan to himself. Now that he has reveled in the hot scent once before, he couldn’t stop his brain from firing off endorphins in response, the smell alone causing a rush of warmth to his stomach and a rush of blood to his groin. He shakes himself back to his senses, his determination coming in handy. Don’t think about Zach, just ask and get out.

	His plans are shattered as the door fully opens, showing Zach at his usual station. In his computer chair, facing away from the door, arm cranking away as he stared at the pornography playing on his screen. Caleb’s eyes immediately dart to Zach’s waist, half of his brain fighting to see as much as possible as the other half fights to look away. The moment quickly ends as Zach’s ears twitch, hearing Caleb’s gasp from the door. He grabs some nearby discarded boxers and throws them over his crotch, spinning around in the chair as he faces Caleb.

	“Sooorry man. Should have closed the door or something. What’s up? You use her yet?” He winks and points to the toy Caleb was holding, seemingly unbothered at the fact that Caleb just walked in on him. 

	“S-Seriously? Didn’t you just get off like an hour ago? How are you not spent?” Caleb spluttered in honest disbelief. He had spent a good while cleaning up the massive volume Zach had just recently deposited all over most of the surfaces in the bathroom, how on earth was he still going?

	Zach just gives off another deep laugh. “Bro, I haven’t been ‘spent’ since before I was your age. Gets on my nerves honestly, just so much cleanup due to these fuckers!” He emphasizes his point by grabbing a handful of himself through the draped fabric, outlining his quite hard cock through the thin pair of boxers. “But seriously, what’s up? I assume you didn’t drop by just to watch me jerk off?”

	The question catches Caleb’s breath, as half of his brain screams that he would very much like to do just that, a thought that Caleb had to push down with massive effort as he clears his throat. “Uhhhmmm uh… oh yeah, trying to use this thing, but I don’t have any lube. Do you? What did you use?” Caleb asked, trying to appear as nonchalant and cool as possible, a task made more difficult by the sloppy sounds of sex coming from Zach’s speakers. 

	“Oh shit! Forgot about that. Didn’t try going in dry did you?” Zach teased, leaning forward as he beckoned Caleb to come closer. “I’ll show you, real easy. I can see you’re rock hard, so I’ll be quick.”

	Caleb’s face lit on fire as he realized he was sporting quite the tent that was aimed directly at his brother, the scent and scenario before him being no match for his attempts at suppressing his arousal. He wordlessly steps in, meekly approaching Zach, trying not to think about or stare at what was just barely hidden underneath Zach’s hastily thrown on boxers. He holds his massive paw out for the toy, and Caleb hands it over. The quiet sounds of the porn fills the room as Zach grins, staring at Caleb as he lifts the toy to his maw. Caleb’s jaw nearly drops as Zach proceeds to make out with the toy, depositing copious amounts of his blue-tinged wolfish drool in and on the spade. He slaps the now dripping toy back into Caleb’s frozen paw, before grabbing his other paw and also lifting it to his mouth. Caleb nearly lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as he feels Zach’s massive tongue press against his pads, swirling around his palm and coating it in the slippery substance. 

	The heat from the tongue and the view of Zach’s open maw makes Caleb’s head swim, knees nearly giving out on him as he gently grips and squeezes the strong muscle. The moment ends all to quickly as Zach pops his maw off Caleb’s paw. “Just slap that on your cock and you’re good to go! Go quick before it dries, or just spit on it yourself. Works for me.” He spins away from his shocked little brother, tossing aside the boxers as he focuses back on his screen. “Now get lost, gotta finish up myself. Close the door.”

	Caleb breathlessly steps backwards out of the room, his ears flicking as he picks up the wet sounds of Zach’s paw going back to work. He closes the door and stops, his brain once again trying to comprehend what just happened. Did Zach just make out with the toy right in front of him? Before doing the same to his very own paw? God, the heat and feeling of his tongue…

	His trance was broken by a painful feeling from his crotch. His cock was begging to be broken free, straining against his pants. Zach’s words about being quick echo in his mind, spurring him to flee down the hallway back to his room, not wanting to waste a bit of the slippery warmth Zach had gifted him. His clothes fly off as he jumps into bed, his hard cock slapping against his stomach, already dripping in anticipation. He takes a second to marvel at his drool soaked paw, before making a fist and thrusting his dick right into it. He finally can let his moans out, and moan he does as he feels Zach’s drool coat his dick. It was ridiculously thick and slippery, and Caleb huffed in amusement to himself as he appreciated his brother’s advice. Those ‘Werewolf genes’ must be contributing here, it was just as good as any real lube. 

	He started panting as he remembered the actual good part. The toy in his other paw, the one also dripping with Zach’s all natural lube. Caleb wasted no time, placing the silicone spade against his sheathed knot and dragging it up the underside of his dick. His leg twitched and kicked as he moaned in bliss, feeling the now perfectly slippery lips of the toy drag up his length, leaving a trail of blue drool in its wake. His jaw went slack as his tip prodded the entrance of the toy, giving himself a moment to play around with the feeling of his tapered tip catching on the slippery ridges. 

	He finally took a deep breath and plunged the toy all the way down, the spade kissing up against his knot with a lurid squelch. His soaked paw gripped the sheets, the feeling of the warm ridges inside the toy taking his breath away. And yet, the feeling of the warm grip of Jade’s Spade was nothing compared to the idea that it was Zach’s maw making this possible. His eyes rolled back as he started slowly moving the toy up and down, the memory of Zach’s tongue rolling around in his paw all he could thing about. His big teeth, blue gums, the dripping tongue. Caleb shivers as he, for the second time that day, loses himself in the thoughts of his stupid big brother. He raises his soaked paw to his own maw, giving a low groan as he starts licking it clean, swirling Zach’s remaining warmth around his paw pads. He takes deep huffs as he does so, trying to collect any last remnants of his brother’s scent, the toy only acting as a conduit for the pure lust he felt for the big wolf. The big wolf that was just a hallway away, cranking his dick at the same time Caleb was. Screw the silicone spade, Caleb wanted more of whatever was happening in that room. More tongue, more scent, more Zach.

	The thought of participating in Zach’s pawing session made Caleb’s hips thrust hard, his knot slipping out of his sheath and smacking into the lips of the toy. He moves both paws down to the tube, gripping it hard as he proceeds to properly get some harder use out of the toy. His jaw hands open, his loud panting filling the room as he pumps hard. Each slap of his knot against the tight entrance of the spade just cycles his brain through more thoughts of Zach. His tongue. His smell. His cock. His smell. His tongue. His cum.

	He feels the familiar tightening of his balls, giving one final slam of the toy down onto his knot. His eyes close in bliss as he shudders, his leg kicking against the sheets as he cums for the second time that day. His hips thrust up into the air as his paws grind the toy down onto his knot, his maw hanging open in silence as waves of pleasure rush his body. His cum immediately spills out of the open back end of the toy, any thoughts of containing the mess long gone. Heavy ropes of thick cum land on his body after arcing through the air, draping across his chest, his face, and the sheets all around him. His cock gives hot throbs through the toy into his paws as he grips hard, his hips lifting into the air slightly with each thrust as he thoroughly breeds the toy. 

	He gives a choked gasp as he starts to wind down, cum still spilling down the sides of the toy like a faucet, taking deep and full breaths of relief. He releases the toy, his paws grabbing at the cum-slicked sheets as he rides it out, the silicone sliding off his length and landing on his stomach with a heavy splat. He gives off soft moans as he catches his breath, his messy length still twitching in the air. That was gooood. Too good. He laid still in his mess, glad that his brain still hasn’t gained enough function to worry about the cleanup or the ramifications of his second session of brotherly thoughts.

	I’m sure it was just the new toy. He thought to himself. Nothing to do with all that Zach stuff. 

	Probably.