As I laid in the cot against my brother's back, gently stroking his hair, I noticed that his hair was still tied back. So was mine. I ran my finger over the soft leather strip that was in his hair, and remembered when he had found the doe skin bits in the scrap cloth pile, and carefully cut out these two strips.

It's amazing how attached you can become to such a trivial thing when it's all you have.

I pressed my muzzle to it and kissed his hair and that tiny little possession we had. He made a questioning purr and I whispered, "we still have those straps you made." He giggled softly at how silly it was, and reached back and squeezed my hip gently.

That sound was music to my ears, more beautiful than anything I've heard a bard play. Knowing he could still find some humor in our situation... I was worried, well, had been worried about him, ever since we spoke of this. Since we realized it was the only choice we had left.

I slid my hand up to his chest and squeezed him back against me, burring my muzzle into his hair, and purrred at him softly. I was rewarded by him returning the sound, rumbling softly under my hand.

"We are still together." I had not realized I was crying until my voice broke saying it. No, not of sadness. Even I thought that at first, but I realized it was of joy. Relief. I wonder if that is what being hysterical is like.

He was quick to turn over to face me at the sound of my voice, looking worried, I could see the thoughts in his eyes. We knew each other so well, I could see him putting it together, what I was really feeling, and the same look coming to his face, the tears welling up in his beautiful eyes.

"I thought I was going to lose you, love."

He called me love. He had never done that before. I guess we had never dared cross that line until now, holding on to that denial of what we had become. Hiding it from family, friends... but it didn't matter now. We were free to finally admit it to ourselves, each other.

Free. Such a funny word to come to mind at the time we had given up our freedom.

While I was having that moment of philosophy running through my mind, he apparently had something else going on. His hand stroked up my side, and cupped the back of my head, and he guided my muzzle to his.

That kiss is burned into my mind forever. Everything came out, all that was hidden, all that was desired, all that we had been to each other all along. Neither of us were experienced at kissing, but it didn't matter, the passion expressed between our muzzles made me tremble in his arms. And he in mine.

I don't know how long we kissed, minutes, hours. The same is true of what came after. We held each other and sobbed, rubbing our faces together and getting our wet with each other's tears.

I put my leg over his, and he hooked his between mine, our tails curled over the other, our arms squeezed and held as if we were trying to press ourselves into each other. Entwined in body and soul.

"Love" is all I manged to get out before we were both crying to hard to speak again.

I was glad we were locked in that room alone. I think I would have died if anyone saw that.

When we could control ourselves a little, we smiled, and gazed into each other's damp eyes. And then we kissed again, explored each other's muzzles, found how to turn them and press them together deeper.

It was sometime in that kiss that I realized he was entirely hard pressing against me, which brought the further realization that I was, too. I brushed a finger over one of his nipples. He nibbled at my neck. I ran my fingers down the crease of his rear, and his hand brushed over my balls.

I felt like I should be ashamed of myself for a moment, our world had ended, and all I could think to do was make love to him. That thought was cast aside. Should? What does it matter now?

This we had done, this we knew. We knew each other's intimate secrets, desires, just exactly how to touch the other, where, when. And we did. We drove each other wild, so much feeling just poured into so much lust. Wild and yet tender and passionate.

To satisfy your curiosity, we ended up in sixty nine with each other. I don't exactly remember how, just that at some point he was in my muzzle, and I his, laying on our sides. We must have looked like a mirror image if there had been anyone to see.

It felt different than all the times we had done this before. No guilt. No worries that we would be heard by our parents. Nothing to distract us from giving the other pleasure. Somehow we both knew to drag it out as long as we could, getting the other close, backing off a little and teasing nipples or balls, just to do it again.

Eventually we could not hold back any longer. When I felt his shaft jerk in my muzzle, I came myself before the seed hit my tongue.

The bliss took us and we drifted together, it felt like forever. Somewhere in there we let the other free, and layed our head on each other's thighs, too spent to want to move further.

And that is how Kaust found us.

"I'm glad you two were able to relax..."

I never heard him coming. I don't think my brother did either, at least he made a sound the equal of my own when he spoke, standing over us. There was a rush of terror at first, and I could feel the muscles tense under my brother's pelt too. We had been caught! We had lived in fear of this moment for years.

Kaust made a "oh", and said, "Sorry, I didn't meant to startle. You don't mind if I stay a bit, do you?"

It dawned on me suddenly. He knew. Of course he did, we said it right in front of him. The position we were in was undeniable even if we were not hard any more. And he didn't mind. I started to giggle. That set off my brother, too, and we both had a little giggling fit.

Kaust didn't seem to know what to make of that, and he said, "I... perhaps I should leave you two..." before my brother managed to choke down the laughter and say, "No Kaust, please, stay." It occurred to me that this was unusually assertive for him, he would usually wait for me to say it in such a situation, like he had when we agreed.

We both sat up and offered Kaust a seat between us, and we wiped off our cheeks on the back of our paws, they were still damp from crying. As he took that offer I realized he had no shirt on. I'd seen him shirtless before, but... I saw him differently.

No, that's not true. I just admitted to myself what I had known all along. I found him very sexy. I wanted to touch him. I had for years. Is that all I could think about tonight?

He wrapped an arm around both of us and pulled us close to his sides, and I found myself getting my wish, with my head leaned on his shoulder I stroked a hand over his chest. I could not believe I was doing that. My brother looked over him at me, and he touched his hand to the back of mine, and smiled at me.

Kaust made a soft "oh" as we stroked his chest, apparently not having expected it, and he gave us a confused look before speaking again. "There is something I wanted to say tonight to you two... before, well, things were different. While you were both still free..." and he trailed off in a gasp as I brushed by thumbpad over his nipple, my brother shortly following suit.

The look on his face, yes, I was right. My grin widened, and so did my brothers into something michevious.

I lifted my muzzle up to look at him, and he looked back at me, into my eyes, and I said, "We know." His eyes grew wider, not just at my words, but because my brother had pressed his muzzle over Kaust's nipple and was firmly rubbing his flat tongue over it. I knew what he was doing with out even looking.

He stammered as he said, "you don't have to..." to which I covered his lips with a fingertip. "No, it's ok Kaust. Your right. Tonight is special, the last night we can decide things for ourselves. We want you." I felt pretty safe speaking for my brother on this considering he was busy unlacing Kaust's pants at that moment.

The look on his face was priceless. I figured it out then, he had thought to do the same to us. Come here, confess the desires we had all ignored for years, and then try and seduce us. It made me giggle, which made him look all the more confused.

He probably thought we had lost it. That night? I think we had. I could never have done this before. Nor was I going to let myself stop any think about it to much, I somehow knew better. I'd not be able to go through with this if I had.

I slid my hand up his back and into his headfur. He kept it short, I think he said that having long hair made too good of a handle for an unruly slave. I pulled his muzzle down to mine as I rested my other hand on his shoulder and pulled myself up to meet him, and I kissed him.

It was not the same as kissing my brother was, no, the feelings were different here. A friend I wanted as a lover. Not as a mate. Still, it was passionate. He hesitated, and for a moment I feared I had gone to far, but then his tongue met mine, and his hand brushed up to cradle my own head.

Can you believe I was getting hard again?

We pushed him back on the bed and tugged his pants off together, and found he was too.

I admit, I kinda gawked at it. A canid penis looks considerably different than a feline one, and I had only ever seen my brother's before. For one thing, it was larger, and pink. My own was dark skinned, a deep gray, almost black. It made it stand out against his creamy belly fur. The base was swollen larger in his sheath, enough to be noticeable anyway.

The differences made it a little mysterious, and that turned me on more. At first I didn't realize I was rubbing myself against his hip as my fingers explored his shaft. My brother's hand was below mine, caressing his balls as he watched with his head on Kaust's chest.

Kaust was no more idle than we were, one of his arms got around my back, and he was fondling my rear. I gasped pretty loud when he spread my cheeks and stroked a fingertip between them. I don't know what he was doing on the other side, but my brother was making soft moans into the wolf's chest fur.

We kissed, we touched each other, changed positions, a lot of teasing, learning each other's bodies. Time that night was a loss to me. I know the moonlight crawled over the floor as we let out years of desire. For all that, we didn't seek to bring each other off right off. It was more than that. With just his fingers and muzzle he taught us things we had never figured out for ourselves.

He was fingering me I said it. No thought, it just came out. "I don't want to lose my virginity as a slave."

It's not often that my brother looks at me like that. You know, the "what the fuck did you just say?" Kaust's expression was pretty much a mirror of his. Honestly it too me a moment to realize what I had just said, and I felt more embarrassed than I did when I was first ordered to strip before his father.

I pressed my face into Kaust's chest fur, hiding my embarrassment, well, probably not but it felt a bit better. I spoke into his fur, "please." I felt my brother's hand on mine, giving it a squeeze, and then his voice saying, "tonight, before there is a collar around my neck." He understood.

That made it so much easier.

The three of us discussed the mechanics of it from there, while keeping each other aroused with gentle touches. I would never have thought Kaust could be so tender, he tended to be rough around the edges. But in love, he was.

Eventually we decided what we would do. Somehow we got it into our heads we wanted to lose it at the same time rather than simply taking turns taking each others. We wanted to share that moment together.

He took his time, teaching us both. Showing us how to relax, fingering each other. He got us past that initial pain of learning to accept it that way, before we took each other. You know, there really is no such thing as "too much lube."

When it came time to decide which of us would be in the middle, I volunteered. I would mate my brother, as Kaust mated me.

And that is how I lost my virginity. The night before I was collared, between my best friend, and my lover. My brother. It was slow, tender, so very loving. Nuzzling as much as thrusting, kissing, stroking. The sun came up before we finally climaxed, and we passed out like that, in each other's arms.

It's funny. The day was the worst of my life.

The night, one I will cherish forever.