Surreal. That's what it is, surreal. A tawdry hotel room, several thousand dollars on the table and a few hundred crumpled next to me, my husky off to one side licking himself, and me on a blanket on the floor. My body aches, but it's in that good way. I can still feel Dean's semen oozing ever so slowly out of my recently used backdoor. I have the remnants of Chris and Dean's combined flavors in my mouth and throat. And then of course there is Chris, the newest guest to the show, curled up behind me with his arm draped over my side. He is fiddling with my cock much like a teenage girl would twirl her hair around her fingers, causing it to flop this way and that. As hard as I came, it will likely be a bit before I can get another erection. But he doesnt seem to mind and honestly, neither do I. I can't believe he is actually here doing this. I can't believe we just did what we just did. I've wanted him for so long but never thought it possible. I mean, he's my big brother for crying out loud.

Then as if on cue, he breaks through my thoughts saying, "I've wanted to do that for a long time." As if my head and stomach weren't spinning enough already.

I gently shift to my other side, bringing my eyes up slowly to meet his empassioned gaze. In a soft voice I ask, "What?" I'm sure he's referring to the show he just watched and participated in. Many people dream and fantasize of seeing this kind of thing a long time before they actually persue the reality of it. Maybe being with another man. That's likely what it is, as I've never known Chris to have any "tendencies" towards guys. Or even just performing in front of a group. That's an accomplishment too.

"Stuff my cock down your throat," he says just as gently. His arm is still wrapped around me and he tightens his grip pulling me closer. I know I've been attracted to Chris since I was at least 14 or so, maybe younger. I would go unannounced into his room. I would purposely need to use the bathroom while he showered. I even tried to convince him to skinny dip in our pool a few times. All in the hopes of getting to see his cock and always to no avail. But now lying here, looking into him, being held, I know I wasn't alone.

"Why didn't you ever..." I begin.

"Mom," he interjects, "would have lost her sanity. And you know she caught us everytime we did something wrong. I was scared. By the time I would have had the nerve, you had already gotten married and I was in a serious relationship. I kind of figured it was just teenage hormones for you." His voice held a tone that assured me of his sincerity. "But I had a pretty good feeling you wanted me in some way too. At least back then. And considering current events..."

"Why would you say that? Current events aside." I ask, while poorly fighting back a chuckle.

"Oh c'mon. The way you followed me everywhere. Barging in on me unexpectedly. Always wanting to wrestle, knowing I'd pin you, face down, EVERYTIME! I even saw you staring at my crotch on several occassions. But it was the trip to Florida that really let me know," he finishes.

"The trip to Flori...Oh my god, the ride back!' I exclaim. His smile tells me I am right. He was next to me in the back seat, asleep. I was 15, which made him 17 at the time. Thinking I had a chance to get a peek, I tried raising the leg on his shorts some. He shifted and I got scared and gave up. "But you were sleeping." I add.

"You thought I was asleep," he responds. Then quickly adding, "but I'm up now," he plants his lips perfectly and sensually onto mine. A long kiss is shared and my world is still spinning, but I feel his arm pulling me in, and I feel safe. His lips are soft yet firm, much like the embrace I am enjoying. He sucks on my bottom lip and his touch is shooting electricity through my body. I don't believe it but my cock is stirring. I can feel his is too. I don't want to but I need to. I seperate from the kiss.

With both love and lust in my eyes I beg of him, "Is there anything else you've wanted to do for a long time?"

He rolls me over onto my belly. He places a hand on either side of me and positions himself above me, his body perfectly in line with my own and I can feel the tip of that longed for hardness at the entrance to my tender backside. "This...for starters," he whispers into my ear as he slowly sinks his cock into me. I haven't truly recovered from the love I received from my alpha, but Chris' cock is still thick enough for me to feel myself being stretched again. His movements are so unlike that of Dean. Chris is taking his time, savoring every bit of texture my ass has to offer. I am savoring the sensations too. Even with him making love to me this way, the liquid sounds of my puppy's juices squishing inside of me are very audible. This is what must have gotten Dean's attention. The telltale sounds must have brought him from his self-cleaning. He noticed us, but we didnt notice him noticing us. Chris was on one his slow in-strokes when it happened. He leaned in close to kiss my neck where the dog had bit down, and then he felt the paws on his hips.

"Dean is trying to fuck me," he says. His voice sounding a little shocked and a lot concerned. Trying to calm him, I let him know that he only needs to be concerned if my alpha gets his paws around his waist. That once the husky reaches that point there is no stopping him, but until then he can be called off. "His paws are there," he says nervously. All the while still buried deep inside of me, but not moving, pinning me to the floor.

"Well, you better strap in and enjoy the ride Chris, he's in it now." I tell him this while smiling, knowing he is about to experience something special. Chris tenses up dramatically and I can feel the motions of Dean's humping vibrating through my brother into me. "Chris...Chris," I call out, turning my head from one side to the other looking for his face. "You have to relax as best you can." But before he can even react to try to relax, Dean finds my brother's warm, soft center. Chris lurches forward as my alpha begins his anal assault, driving his own cock further into me, causing me to cry out in ecstacy. Hearing that just gets Dean to slam himself inside Chris even faster. Before too long my brother finds his rhythem and is pistoning himself between my hole and the dog's massive sexual tool. I admit to being a little jealous of his lucky position in the middle. The pure physical pleasure he must be feeling. Then with a long, loud howl that amazing pooch trumpets in his own orgasm. His seed filling what I would later find out up until that point was a virgin asshole. Being stuffed in such a way was too much for Chris to handle any longer, his own cum shooting against my insides. What a sight we three must have been, slumped in a heap, dripping with juices, all woozy with delight. A few minutes later, a loud PLOP, and Dean is once again free to move about and clean himself. Chris and I collapse the rest of the distance to the floor, panting heavily, and thanking our K9 companion for his efforts. We fall asleep there, freshly covered in cum, clutching one another.

We awoke a few hours later, realizing we needed to get our stuff together and get ourselves home. While attempting to accomplish this task, I see Chris keeps rubbing his ass, another indication Dean did a good job.

"Sore?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replies, "is he always that...intense?"

I feel for him. "Yeah, sorry about that, Chris."

"No need. I guess no matter how well trained, when a dog has a bone he has to bury it somewhere, right?" He says as much as asks.

"Not really," I admit, trying to put on my best mischevious face. "I could have called him off at any time."