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Unless Part Nine By Green

A few warm, soft minutes later, the twins were still and peaceful once more. Nigel lay leaned up against the back of the bed, half-sitting, holding James in his arms as he lay on his back with his head resting on Nigel's chest. Nigel's whiskers twitched curiously as James squirmed for a moment, then lay still in the other male's embrace. "You keep doing that," observed Nigel, "You uncomfortable, Jim? I, uh, you aren't sore or anything, are you?" The bow-marked otter stiffened slightly in his brother's arms, blushing and staring down at their four mingled feet. "Well, umm, no, but..." Slowly, reluctantly, James turned and looked over his shoulder, a sheepish look in his eyes. "It's just that... I haven't, like, had a shower yet," James muttered, "So I can still feel your, you know, stuff inside me. I-it's my first time, remember, and I'm not used to feeling it, er, squishing around..." Nigel grinned playfully, feeling the brotherly urge to tease his sibling, quietly pleased that his romantic love for James had not replaced the fraternal love they'd always shared, merely enhanced it. "Oh, my stuff, eh?" he prodded, trailing one finger aimlessly through the fur on his lover's chest, "Which of my stuff is inside you, hmm? Is it my stereo system? My charming personality, maybe? Perhaps it's my old PS1, I've been wondering where that ended up..." Blushing even harder, James pouted. "Jeez, Nigel..." he chided, giving his twin a dirty look, "F-fine, it's your come, okay? We had sex, you didn't pull out, and I can still feel your jizz. There, I said the words out loud, you happy?"

Nigel tried to look thoughtful, and then suddenly took hold of James' wrists again with one hand as the other made a beeline down towards the other male's butt. "I don't know, Jim, that sounds suspicious to me," he teased, "I mean, you're my brother, why would I fuck you? This requires further investigation..." James yelped out loud, squirming against his twin as Nigel's finger teased and prodded near - but not on - his anus. "Nigel!" James protested, blushing almost as hard as he'd been when he admitted his love, "D-don't, that's - that's gross!" Chuckling with delight, the arrow-marked male continued to feint towards his lover's back door. "Funny, you didn't seem to think it was gross when I wanted to do it to get you lubed up," Nigel said, "Does the come really make such a big difference? And I mean, it's my come, so maybe I should get a say in this..." "Dammit brother, cut it out!" complained James, "You're g-gonna make a mess!" Sighing exaggeratedly, Nigel mercifully released his brother, who rolled away from him with relief. "Fine, have it your way..." Nigel muttered, "But really, I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, if it was someone else's come, that would be pretty nasty, yeah, but I wouldn't mind being sloppy seconds to myself at all, really."

Nigel glanced down at his testicles as he said this, as if subconsciously reminding himself where the troublesome sperm had come from, but when he looked back across the sheets, the angry expression had mysteriously vanished from Jim's face, replaced by mild surprise. "Do... do you really mean that?" asked James, curiously. Nigel cringed exaggeratedly as he responded, but he couldn't hide the playful twitch of his whiskers. "Fuck yeah I meant it," he said, keeping his voice straight and even, "Even ignoring the part where it would mean you'd been cheating on me, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near you if you had another guy's come inside you. I mean, what if it got on me? Eeyuugh!" Crossing his arms, Jim levelled another dirty look towards his lover, his tail flicking back and forth with mild irritation as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Dammit Ni, I meant the other part, and you know it," he said. Having had his fun, the arrow-marked otter held up his hands in an okay, okay gesture, and tried being a bit more honest. "Well, sure, man," he said, "I mean, it's my come, and if I'm fucking you, it's because I want to put more in, so what difference does it make if there's some already there?" After a moment he gave his brother his most charming smile. "It's not like I wasn't going to take a shower after sex anyway, right? Why not save some soap and wait for round two?"

A peculiar look came over James' face as he sat there and thought for a moment, and then he smiled at his brother and nodded in the direction of the front of the house. "...Speaking of saving some water, Nigel," he said, softly, "Are you up for a little late-night swim?" Nigel grinned at that, though he furrowed his brow in curiosity. "What, now?" he asked. James chuckled. "Well, it wouldn't very well be a late-night swim if we waited until tomorrow morning," he replied, "Come on, it'll be fun, we've never done it before." A dark, hesitant look came over Nigel's face for a moment, and James smirked and crossed his arms. "You have your 'I don't want to say it because it's embarrassing' face on, brother," James commented, "Come on, spill it." He was pleased to be able to get some revenge so soon after Nigel teased him about the mess inside him. Nigel blushed and looked away, his tail flicking about self-consciously. "Well... I was just thinking about that shark movie marathon we watched last month..." he admitted, before James snickered loudly, despite his best effort not to laugh. Nigel blushed even harder and frowned. "Come on! You saw what happened to those generically attractive teens!" Nigel protested, "Swimming at night is a death sentence!" James laughed, unable to help himself, and shook his head. "Listen to yourself, Ni," the bow-marked male said, gently, once he'd composed himself, "I know you get freaked out by horror movies, but sharks don't sleep, so they don't care what time it is when they eat you. And more importantly... it's Lake Tescin, not the Pacific, man. I'm pretty sure we'll be nice and safe in a fully-enclosed freshwater lake." Still beet red, Nigel sighed, pouting and crossing his arms. "...Tell that to Lake Placid," he muttered. James crossed the bed and snuggled up next to his brother, undaunted by his complaints. "Okay, one, that was a crocodile, not a shark," he said, mildly amused, "And two..." As Nigel uncrossed his arms to hug him back, James licked his nose playfully. "...I can make it worth your while," he finished, as Nigel blinked in surprise. After a moment, Nigel sighed, even as he grinned, shaking his head in surrender. "Alright, fine, let's get our stuff."

The routines and rituals that had been instilled in the twins on the swim team were still going strong all these years later, so before heading out, each of the brothers threw himself under the shower for a few soapless moments to rinse off the sweat and other residues of their lovemaking before they headed out to the water. A few minutes later, James strolled outside to find Nigel waiting for him, towel slung over his shoulder. Nigel smiled as he saw his new mate, then raised an eyebrow. James had his towel with him, and literally nothing else. "Aren't you forgetting something, Jim?" Ni asked, gently, as the other otter approached. James knelt down to put his sandals on while Nigel watched him, and he flashed his lover a grin. "Nope!" James said, cheerily, and then, without standing up, he lunged over and grabbed Nigel's swimsuit, yanking it all the way down his legs until it was wrapped around his ankles. Since he was in the perfect position for it, the bow-marked otter playfully planted a kiss on Nigel's flaccid penis, which gave a twitch and then lay still, before Jim got back up to his feet. "You're not gonna need it tonight, Ni," he said, "It'll be dark, and everyone else will be asleep by now." Nigel looked even less convinced than when he was irrationally worried they'd be devoured by hungry creatures. "S-skinny-dipping?" he asked, nervously, "I've never actually done that before..." Despite his misgivings, he just stood there and let James reach down and raise his feet, one after the other, to slip his speedo the rest of the way off. When he leaned back up, James moved in close and briefly kissed his brother, and when he broke it off, Nigel looked considerably less nervous. "It's my first time too," commented James, in an unnecessarily sensual tone, "Please be gentle, Ni..." Nigel actually laughed at that. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he sighed, "I'm gonna have to keep a close eye on you during this relationship of ours." As they headed out the door together, James squee'd with excitement, and then admitted it was more because Nigel had used the word 'relationship' than because of the impending naked swimming.

The two mustelids made their way the short distance from the cabin to the beach, hand in hand the whole way, both of them grinning like truant schoolchildren from being outside with their parts swaying to and fro, shivering as the mildest of breezes tickled their masculine parts. When they reached the water's edge, they stood there for a moment, gazing upon the still surface of Lake Tescin. "Wow, it's so dark," Nigel whispered, which was probably unnecessary, since there wasn't a soul to be seen anywhere around them, and theirs was the only lakeside cabin with any lights on. James nodded quietly. "I bet it's even colder than during the day," he commented, "At least it's pretty bright out, we'll be able to see pretty well, on the surface anyway..." Nigel was quick to lean over with a grin. "Or, we could just go back inside and cuddle up together in a nice, warm, dry bed!" he suggested, his eagerness betraying his nervousness. James looked him in the eye with an expression that suggested he was considering the option. Then, with Nigel's attention directed to his face, he let go of his brother's hand and swatted him playfully on the ass, startling him. "So, you coming, or what?" James teased. Then, laughing happily, he stepped out of his sandals and ran full speed into the water, diving forward once it was deep enough, getting into the lake as quickly as he could to get past the shock of the cold water. Nigel remained behind as he did this, perhaps enjoying the view of Jim's rear as he leapt into the water, then chuckled to himself and followed suit, hurrying into the water after his brother.

Apart from it being a bit colder and a whole lot darker, after a few minutes, it wasn't that different from the twins' regular frolicking sessions in the lake. There was, of course, a deliciously naughty edge to their play that came from the sensation of the water rushing directly over their naked parts, which were normally contained safely within their speedos. As a result, as they sped and turned through the water, they tended to be a little more handsy than normal; James popped up and tried to goose his brother before fleeing back into the water, Nigel snuck up on Jim from below to nuzzle against his genitals, and all manner of quick, fleeting caresses and pinches took place whenever they could manage it. Every once in a while, the twins would 'just so happen' to surface at the same spot, and they'd embrace gently in the cool water, keeping themselves afloat with strong kicks of their powerful legs as they held each other and kissed tenderly. Eventually, though, James popped up and just sat there, waiting. When Nigel surfaced nearby, the bow-marked male beckoned him over; like his twin, something about the night made James feel like whispering. "Hey, Ni, do you ohhh fuck!" he cried, despite the thought he'd just had, as Nigel worked a finger into his rear as soon as he was within range. Blushing but grinning, Jim moved to swat his lover, who ducked aside too fast for that. "Okay, okay, you win, Nigel, you can't beat a goosing like that," he laughed. Nigel held up both hands as a sign of good faith and moved back in. "What's up, Jim?" he asked. "Getting a bit tired," James said, his tone almost apologetic, "You wanna head back to shore?" Nigel just smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, brother," he replied, before nodding, as one or the other of them usually did, towards the cabin they shared. "Race you back to the beach!"

This time, it was a really close call, and while James insisted that his brother had won, Nigel said it was too dark to tell either way. Jim suspected he was just being charitable, and while the competitive swimmer part of him was embarrassed by that, the part of him that was in love with Nigel Ellison couldn't be happier. As they waded up onto the shore, the twins each put an arm around each other's backs, and James sighed contentedly and leaned his head over, resting it against Nigel's wet shoulder. "That was fun," said Nigel, softly, "I have to admit it, this was a great idea, Jim." James chuckled softly and stopped walking as they stepped onto the beach, looking over his shoulder at the black water they'd just left. Looking back into his brother's eyes, he smiled. "I'm gonna be honest... Yesterday? You couldn't have gotten me into that lake after dark at gunpoint, Ni. It looks creepy as hell at night," James said, shrugging, "But tonight, now that we're... whatever we are, it just doesn't seem as scary somehow while you're with me. I don't know how to describe it, it's like... Everything looks different now that I've got you." He turned towards Nigel, who instinctively mirrored the movement, as James moved both arms up, lacing his hands together behind Nigel's neck. After a moment of gazing into his eyes, James snickered to himself. "God, I still can't believe we finally had sex..." he whispered, "I've wanted it for so long, actually getting it felt like..." Nigel grinned, whiskers twitching. "Like winning the lottery, twice?" he suggested. James nodded. "Mmm, exactly..." With that, the otters leaned in closer and kissed, hesitating only long enough to simultaneously whisper the words 'I love you' and then grin at each other. James applied pressure to the back of Nigel's neck to encourage him to move, but the arrow-marked male had already started leaning in by himself, clearly having read the moment the same way as his lover. As their lips met, their whiskers mingling together, Nigel put his hands on the small of Nigel's back, holding him close and savouring the moment.

They were still standing naked in a public zone, attached to what was, historically speaking, a fairly conservative town, but for all the brothers cared, they might as well have had the whole planet to themselves. They didn't even care about the cold water lapping at their ankles or dripping from their sopping fur. All they needed to focus on right now was the way their warm tongues were entwining and teasing against each other, the way their hands rubbed and explored each other's sleek, sodden pelts, and the way the two brothers were expressing their taboo love beneath the stars and the moon as if proudly showing it off for all of creation to enjoy, daring anyone who might be watching to voice the opinion that their feelings for each other were anything but pure and real.