PET

Was it bad that I love not one, but two of my brothers friends? - When I was younger I followed my older brother around all the time. His friend, Caesar, often called me a dog. I never minded. As I grew older he never stopped calling me dog, I guess because I never stopped following them around. But now, he called me his pet. Warning: There is a lot of sex in this story. If you don't like that, I advise not reading it :)