It was bath day in the dalmatian household and it was quite the ordeal. Working together, Dylan and Dolly were able to get all of the pups washed up and looking clean. Though it wouldn’t last, it was better than running around with filthy pelts. Dylan did a head count, expecting everyone to be accounted for but there was someone missing. 

“Diesel...” Dolly groaned. Of course the dirtiest pup of them all was avoiding bath time. 

“Ugh, I got him...” Dylan knew exactly where the pup was and was soon dragging him back to the bathroom. Even with it just being the two of them and the bathroom door being shut and locked, Diesel still put up a resistance. 

“Come on, Diesel!” Dylan huffed, standing over his sibling. “We do this every month!” 

“No way!” The younger canine stood his own ground and attempted to dig away. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Dylan was quick to snatch him up, leaving Diesel’s limbs to flail in the air. “Come on, it’s not gonna hurt to take one bath. The sooner you get in, the sooner it’ll be over. Then you can go back to digging to your heart’s content.” 

Diesel paused, pondering a bit before he started struggling again. “No way! I can’t just wash it all away!” 

Dylan rolled his eyes. He was aware of Diesel’s obsession with not only digging but the dirt he collected along the way. On some level he could understand, having collected strange rocks that could be potentially fossils from all kinds of places. But he was careful to dust and clean them off, especially after the whole flea incident. Diesel was just plain dirty, the smudges of earth being practically a part of his pelt. 

“But wouldn’t it be fun to get all dirty again?” Dylan asked, trying to trick his brother into settling down and finally agreeing. 

“It’s not just the dirt,” Diesel pouted. “I don’t want to lose the smells either!” 

“All I can smell is stink...” the elder dalmatian said, being unmoved by his brother’s whining. 

Though it was annoying, Dylan figured he was going to have to play the waiting game. At the very least it was a battle he was going to win without question. If Diesel didn’t get bored soon, then the urge to dig would be the thing to do the dirty pup in. 

All he had to do was just hold onto Diesel for the time being. Not only could he actually get away by digging but it would mean patching yet another hole that would be made in the process. The bathroom became rather quiet as they just remained in their separate positions, as if waiting for the other. Dylan was quickly getting bored himself, thinking of all the things he could be doing instead. 

Just to make the time pass, he decided to ask a question. “So, what’s so special about the smells?” 

“Their little bits from all the different places I’ve been digging. Like here on my front leg, the one is from the park. And this one comes from the deli...” Diesel then went on to explain the different scents he collected from his many underground journeys. Dylan understood better but was still adamant. 

“You really do have a really good nose,” he admitted. “I’m actually kind of jealous.” 

“Really, but you have some good smells on you too!” Diesel complimented. 

“Oh! I do?” Dylan asked. In his surprise he lost his grip and Diesel landed on the bathroom floor. But the pup didn’t try to get away. Instead he approached his sibling. 

“Yeah, you smell really sweet, like a flower,” he chuckled, nosing about Dylan’s chest. 

“Aww, thanks. I’ve been using a new soap and-”

Diesel was still sniffing around while his brother talked, but it all stopped with the curious pup’s nose having gotten down rather low. 

“Uh, Diesel... N-no...” Dylan said, gently pushing the younger pup back a bit. 

“Aww, but that’s where you smell the best,” Diesel whined.

“That’s a private spot.”

“Then why do you let Hansel sniff there?” Diesel asked innocently. 

Dylan gulped and dared to ask what that meant. Diesel admits that he couldn’t sleep one night and did some digging to tire himself out. He went out to the backyard and that’s when he saw the two of them. It was dark so he couldn’t see exactly what happened, but from Diesel’s own perspective he described seeing Hansel sniffing at Dylan’s crotch and how much he seemed to like it then. 

Now Dylan was blushing heavily. Diesel wasn’t exactly wrong. He had snuck Hansel in so they could fool around a bit when it was late. While there was some sniffing down there done by the husky, Diesel had more than likely seen what came after that, namely Hansel lapping his tongue between the dalmatian’s legs. Dylan tried to be quiet then but couldn’t help but moan from the gentle licks to his length. 

Just recalling it was making Dylan’s tip poke from his sheath, only noticed with Diesel gasping and quickly touching it, quickly reeling his paw back in after doing so. Thankfully Diesel seemed to have not told anyone but it was a matter of time before it would slip from his muzzle. Between needing the pup to just get in the bath already and this secret needing to be kept, Dylan thought and came up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone. 

Diesel was clearly interested in the red that was still sliding out from the sheath, sniffing near it. Though it was wrong, Dylan realized that he could use this to his advantage. 

“Okay, Diesel. I’ll let you sniff at it, but on two conditions,” Dylan offered. 

“What’s that?” the dirty pup asked excitedly, his tail wagging back and forth quickly.  

“The first is you can’t tell anyone about me and Hansel. That was private and I don’t want to...get the two of us in trouble for sneaking him in. The second is you can’t tell anyone about this either. If you promise and really mean it, I’ll let you skip the next bath.” He threw in the added perk for good measure and Diesel was clearly on board. 

“Deal! My lips are sealed!” he promised. 

“Alright. Go ahead...” Dylan said, still feeling reluctant to spread his hindlegs, allowing the pup to freely nose at his fully hard length. Diesel all but dived onto it, not only sniffing but pressing his nose to the surface, rubbing it back and forth.

Dylan couldn’t help but moan a bit, feeling the smooth rubs that went up and down the entire thing. Diesel was really going at it, showing just how badly he had wanted to do this. At least he was getting something out of it as well. But then came the unexpected sensation of something warm. 

Looking down he saw Diesel running his tongue along his cock. “W-what are you doing?” 

“But wasn’t this how Hansel did it?” Diesel asked. 

Dylan was exasperated. He had thought that his brother just saw the “sniffing” but now it was clear that Diesel had witnessed more than that, but just how much. Thinking back, he recalled being out in the backyard with Hansel for a while, and the licking was just the start of it all... A sense of dread came over him, but Diesel had already promised so it was best to just let him get it all out of his system. 

Diesel was indeed taking advantage of the permission given to him. While still taking whiffs when he could, the main focus was now putting his tongue to use, dragging and grinding along his older brother’s cock. He heard the sounds that Dylan made and had to assume that he was doing well, as they are about the same reactions given with Hansel. Dylan had said it felt good then and Diesel wanted to do the same for his sibling. 

Despite everything, Dylan caught himself getting relaxed. Though clearly inexperienced, the younger dalmatian was doing well and was able to get precum to drip from the tip. This was noticed, first by Diesel’s nose and it was followed to the source. Without a second thought, the substance was licked up. Dylan jumped and groaned from the tongue’s touch right over his opening. 

Dylan was acting before he realized, having pushed Diesel’s head just a bit, enough to get the pup’s mouth around his cock. Though surprised, Diesel didn’t question it and continued licking at the shaft while keeping his mouth around it. 

“Mmff! Watch the teeth,” Dylan grunted, feeling them pricking. The problem was quickly fixed and he sighed. At this point, it was too late for him to oppose this. His lust was full blown and he was getting sucked off by the younger dalmatian, now guiding Diesel’s head up and down as well. He accepted that this was actually happening and decided to go fully in, feeling the pleasure rise from the uneven licks and messy slurps. 

“Mmm... Hnngh...” Diesel mumbled, working along with the pulling and pushing of his head. Dylan didn’t push him too far, but his mouth was filled with the pulsing cock of his brother. Being streaked on his tongue was the precum that continued to ooze from the tip. It was warm and bitter in flavor, but he liked it and quickly figured out that licking more brought him more pre. Dlyan was moaning and had the same face when being licked by Hansel, just what he wanted.

“You’re doing good, Diesel. Just keep sucking...” Dylan encouraged, giving pause before he increased the speed of his brother’s head being slid up and down his shaft. Heat and pleasure soared through him, feeling the soft tongue still twirling along his sensitive flesh. Diesel was still eager, from the beginning and all the way to this point. He had adjusted to his head being moved up and down, though that was in part of Dylan not making him take more than he could handle. 

Panting harder, he could feel the rise of his climax, it steadily approaching with each lick and suck to his cock. Diesel was of course unaware of what was happening, not thinking much about the pulses that were becoming stronger and stronger still. Just focusing on the appealing tastes and smells, he did as he was told and just kept going throughout it all. 

Using his free paw to cover his mouth, Dylan howled as he came hard. His cock swelled a bit and gushed fat ropes of his cum into Diesel’s mouth. Not warning him ahead of time, the cub was very surprised to have hot and salty fluids being pumped into his muzzle. But as if it was milk, Diesel began to gulp it down, finding a comfort in feeling it running warm down his throat. He didn’t swallow it all, having some of it dribble from the corners of his mouth. Dylan let go of his head and he slid off of the softening and retreating shaft, licking his muzzle free of the cum. 

“What was that? It was pretty good,” Diesel chuckled. 

“Uh, I’ll tell you another time,” Dylan detracted. “Come on. It’s time for your bath.” 

Diesel groaned dejectedly and looked like he was going to pout again. But Dylan was quicker. Though he trusted the pup to keep his promise, he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy still. 

“Okay, how about I do some...sniffing on you? After that you have to get in the bath,” Dylan said.

“Okay!” Diesel perked up and rolled over, already on his back. 

Since a line was already crossed, Dylan found nothing lost in just going further out. He again told Diesel to never talk about this to the others and when the promise was made, Dylan moved in between his brother’s legs. With a slow lick, he ran up the fluffy balls and over the sheath. 

Diesel giggled and squirmed a bit. “That feels funny.” 

Dylan continued, aiming his licks at the sheath repeatedly until the tip was starting to peak from the tip. Diesel felt it as well, this wasn’t the first time but it usually just when marking a lamppost. But this was something different, that funny feeling was getting stronger as his own length was coming more and more into view, being bigger than he ever knew it was. 

His older brother had paused to look at it as well, being a healthy erection. Diesel was just before the average age of dalmatian puberty but seemed to be an early bloomer of sorts. Either way, he continued with the licking. It wasn’t much effort to tease and stimulate the entire thing. Diesel soon went from giggling to making new sounds, first almost straining to then making small moans similar to Dylan’s. When the underside was plenty wet, twitching against his tongue’s surface, Dylan slipped the tip past his lips and into his muzzle. 

“Ooahh..!” Diesel groaned, feeling the soft mouth enveloping his shaft for the first time. Dylan was going slowly and carefully as to not overwhelm his sibling, this being his first time and all. Keeping his lips wrapped around, he lifted and lowered his head up and down at a steady time, listening to the sounds that came from his brother, seeing his body twitching and tasting the precum that was being smeared over his tastebuds, being different from his own or Hansel’s. Putting that out of his mind, he worked on getting Diesel further along. 

The dirty pup was feeling all kinds of new things, but was enjoying himself. The soft lips and warm tongue kept doing things to his length and it didn’t take very long for a new feeling to rise, as if his bladder was full. He struggled against the sensation but Dylan’s paw held him steady. A look was given that calmed him. He put his trust in Dylan and was soon huffing through clenched teeth as he experienced his first climax, feeling the wash of bliss and pumps of his cum into Dylan’s mouth. 

A few thin ropes of seed coated his tongue and Dylan swallowed it, feeling it soften and slip back into the sheath. Diesel was left panting and smiling, looking as if he came to a new understanding. Being rather relaxed, he gave no resistance or struggles when lifted up and placed into the bathtub. Dylan was quick to run some watch and wash the dirt from Diesel’s pelt. Honestly seeing him spotless was a bit unnerving. It felt wrong in a way but he knew that wrong would soon be righted again. 

“Remember your promises. And I’ll make sure you get to skip the next bath,” Dylan said, drying Diesel off with a towel then putting his collar on. 

“Yay! Thanks, Dylan!” The young pup raced off to do some more digging. He ran past Dolly and she chuckled, entering the bathroom. 

“Whoa. How did you manage that?” 

“Ah, I have my ways,” Dylan shrugged, determined to keep those ‘ways’ a firm secret.
