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Taciturn Secrets

A Story of Floggo and Rogg from Redwall

Floggo and Rogg were rather startled, they were given their very own room together, part of their father's new perks in gaining a position within the Warlord's band and guarding his loot. Their dad was doing well, but it always bemused them as when he was at home around them, he almost seemed scared of the two kits. It never bothered them though, now they were joining the band and training hard as archers, their weakling father would be scared of them. But he was probably the only one, everyone in the band their age tended to be a bully towards Floggo for being quieter than Rogg and then showing a sudden flare of temper that often led to fights. There was something that frustrated Floggo, Rogg could see it but he had no idea how to express his concern with his brother, but in one simple way and finally, they had a bedroom to themselves.

"Come on Floggo, sit yourself down and I'll wrap your arm for you..." The weasel grunted, closing the door behind them as he chucked his bag onto his bed and Floggo did the same. To anyone else, the two youngsters were both far too quiet and cautious, they had to be because they'd learnt early on that they'd been known as sissies and mama's boys so they'd needed to change themselves and keep their mouths shut. They wanted to make themselves look tough and aggressive, but inside the room, Rogg was the more talkative and far more eager to deal with his brother's upsets. Floggo sat down rolling his sleeve up to show the slash from a blade in their dagger practice and Rogg brought over the salve to put it on. His brother flinched, gritting his teeth as the cream was rubbed into his arm wound and the little weasel's head was hanging down in upset. Rogg cleaned the arm and then stroked his wrist a little, before then stretching his paw to his brother's jerkin, gently undoing his few buttons to encourage him to take it off. But just as he was leaning into his brother, Floggo's roughened paw stretched to his brother's thigh and pinched it slowly, groping it to make Rogg pause. "Is that what's bothering you?"

"I can't handle it... I keep seeing Flinky kissing Crinktail when he's helping her clean up in the kitchens... whenever I'm stuck carrying to stock in with him, I see that stoat come slinking over and nosing him... its getting bad brother... I think... I think I might kill her to ensure she doesn't go anywhere near him again..." Floggo growled and Rogg shook his head gently... he understood his twin's anxiety and swiftly he was shaking his head back and forth. He grasped the bottom of his brother's jerkin, easing it straight up and over Floggo's head as he gave a soft moan of relief. Rogg had to agree, sometimes when he looked at Little Redd, he just wished he could pin the weakling fox kit down and rape him! It was always such an aggressive thought that came into his head... it was strange he was intrigued by a fox but being interested in boys... it was such a no-no amongst the band. Sure, some bands had members that got away with it by keeping woodlanders as slaves, but what about with their other band mates? There were rumours that in the past a few beings had gotten together and not been talked about, but it was hard to know what was truth and what wasn't. But once again when Floggo was naked in front of his brother, about to turn around to the salve could be put on the thrashes on his back, Floggo grasped his brother's wrist and gave a grimace. "You feel just as frustrated... you understand and you always look after me Rogg... but, but this... we can help each other out can't we? It'll stop the urges and it'll be a secret..."

"What will?" Rogg scoffed, his hear was pumping, he had a funny feeling though that he might already know what was being offered. Rogg was not startled when Floggo lay on his front and spread his legs, begging his brother to take him and Rogg grimaced. He was not sure he could refuse it... he was getting desperate and he didn't want to stoop to grabbing some mouse slave that might spread rumours. But watching his brother whimper softly as he then lifted his short tail up and stuck his paw to his backside, Rogg gave a grunt. He then clambered onto the bed with his brother, jerking his own clothing up and off before lying alongside his brother and eyeing Floggo carefully. "Are you aware of what this means, what it involves, are you series Floggo?"

"I wouldn't trust anyway but my own twin... think about it, we're identical in every way but a few tiny points... wouldn't it just be like masturbating at the end of the day?" Floggo grumbled, but it was definitely a little more than that and Rogg gave a soft growl. He turned his round head to his brother's, leaning forward and then gently kissing his lips, making the weasel pull back with a slight grimace as he rubbed his wrist against his lip. Rogg eyed him up, hoping the kiss alone would warn his brother that this suggestion of incest had consequences and just rubbing one out was not what Floggo's display had been suggesting to him. Rogg was not exactly a gossiper, only Floggo knew about his interests just as he knew about Floggo's alone and they were both so much the same, so much a part of each other as they had been since birth that maybe Floggo did have a point. It would just be having sex with an extension of one's self, but it was still dangerous.

"What if mother or father came in? What if we became addicted to it and couldn't bare to fall for anyone else? What if we destroy our own prospects of future families with this? It'll be a scar and secret we'll both carry for the rest of our lives... Floggo." Rogg growled softly with his whiskers flickering forward to his brother and Floggo was suddenly blushing heavily. He then pressed forward, his own cute little lips pressing to his brother's in a soft little kiss. If this was acceptance than Rogg would make sure that Floggo understood the risk and suddenly he swung his arms out, pinning his brother against the bed and straddling him, making the young weasel tremble in fear as Rogg then gently nose his ears, lipping and licking at them as Floggo gave a blush of anxiety. "Its more than masturbation... it's the whole thing I'd take from you... Brother."

"Eeek..." Floggo grimaced, liking it and fearing it all at once as his brother's paws then glided over his shoulder to stroke at him and the other weasel lowered his head with a whimper. Floggo was aware of what his brother meant, but they were twins... name and their desired role in this scene alone made them different... wasn't it like looking into a mirror? It was that... Floggo gave a snort, that was all it was, the pair of them were just having sex with a replica of themselves so there was nothing weird about it. Plus... it wasn't like Floggo could get pregnant! But he felt Rogg nibbling at his throat and he gave an anxious whimper. "You won't... you won't be... rough, right?"

"I won't..." Rogg stated, no he intended to make love to his brother the way he would want to make love that fox that was left so unwanted and despairing. He wanted to practice his technique and his affection upon someone and Floggo was perfect for it. Gently his rounded muzzle slid down his brother's throat, nibbling and licking at him as Floggo made winces and whimpered softly until the neat little nipples were visible on his chest trying to strain out. Here Rog paused, his tongue slid out and gently he rolled and grazed over the flesh, making Floggo give a sharp gasp of surprise, pinching his legs together for the sudden ping he'd felt below to say he was excited. He smothered his mouth with his delicate paw, his eyes pinching closed as he tried not to whine so loudly.

Rogg's tongue flicked and rolled over the delicate little teats, feeling them soften and harden before finally starting to strain out. They felt funny against his tongue, sort of like something he wanted to just nip off, not like tender meat but rather a little tougher and it made Rogg laugh. He'd never pondered what nipples would feel like, he'd just always assumed male and female teats would be the same, but these were really straining out to meet his tongue. He pinched his lips around them, liking the sensation and he pinched around them tightly and then suddenly Floggo almost gave a scream for how good the tight little pinch felt to him. Rogg paused, holding the nipple in his lips, breathing hotly over it before then straining his tongue over it to make Floggo's body jolt and wriggle, making the nipple stretch just a little but it only made Floggo whimper more.

Rogg released the nipple, licking it softly back down before he noticed his brother's prominent erection with a grin of amusement. Floggo was grimacing, looking utterly anxious that he'd had such a reaction but that Rogg seemed to know exactly what to do with little instruction. He wanted to whimper and beg his brother to stop here because it might get weird, but at the same time it felt so good that he did not want to say no. It was supposed to feel different, to feel like they were just with themselves right, nothing more than that and yet... it felt like Floggo was with a lover and he was scared. As Rogg's paw stretched down, Floggo snatched his wrist and stared up at him with terrified eyes as he gave a whine.

"I... I... I want to kiss more... please... before we do that..." Floggo was blushing, his ears dropped and his expression miserable. He'd initiated this, why was he feeling so stupid now, if kissing got involved it would stop being simple self-gratification and be real sex! Rogg sat up, he seemed to be thinking the exact same thing as his brother and he gave a soft sneer, his whiskers pulling back as his lips curled and he hissed in irritation. Floggo was then rolled onto his front, a firm paw pressing his face to the pillow and Rogg straddled him.

As Floggo whimpered and squeaked, Rogg pulled his brother's tail up and then gently began to let his own erect form glide between the cheeks. He didn't want to look at Floggo's face now, he didn't want to listen to him say stupid things like that when he just wanted sex. He didn't want this little weasel to be his lover, it was easier to imagine it was the fox... that he was holding a fox's fluffy brush and not a weasel stump! He huffed and groaned, his face in a crooked grin as he hooked his paws tightly about the tail, his cock sliding back and forth, precum dripping out of the tip and glazing the hole beneath. He'd be a bit small compared to a fox's hole, but it would still need stimulating and rubbing against it might help.

Floggo bit and grasped his pillow, he was feeling his cock spitting precum too with the anticipation and excitement to feel his brother's cock streak between his cheeks. Each time it was pulled down, the ring puckered and pulsed, straining out when it felt him gliding up before closing again. Each time a droplet of precum spat onto that opening like boiling acid, the opening seemed to strain out, beckoning for it to fall in and each touch made Floggo grasp and jolt. But Rogg was not satisfied with just rubbing against him, he wanted to feel what it was like inside, to see if he would be automatically rough or if he could be gentle... he'd prefer to be gentle on that particular fox! He held his cock to his brother's hole, suddenly probing at it and pulling the ring down a little to try and get himself snagged inside with ease. Floggo's clenched his hole shut, whimpering in anxiety as his brother hissed at him.

"It was your idea... you offered your arse up... besides, I won't just stick it in, I'll spit on it a bit huh, that'll help." Rogg growled, hacking up a big glob of saliva as Floggo whimpered and sobbed into the pillow a little. The thing was, Floggo knew once it was in there, he'd probably quite like it, but brothers were never really nice to ach other and he was scared that Rogg would brutalise him because he thought it would be funny. As Floggo looked over his shoulder, Rogg was showing off a very firm expression, a serious expression and that soothed Floggo as his brother nudged him to get his knees together and let his tailhole relax a little more. The slightly smaller weasel nodded his head and then did so, only to shudder in a disgustingly pleasurable sensation as the saliva was allowed to dribble right over the hole. Then he gave a yelp. "Shut up, don't move or it'll hurt."

Floggo grimaced and clenched into the pillow, his claws stabbing into the bed as he whimpered softly to feel his brother's digit prodding into his hole. The hole strained out for him, but for Floggo it certainly felt weird and he almost felt a bit sick to feel something squishy and nasty squeeze into his hole. He felt the finger burn as it dove in, gently stroking and feeling, looking for something interesting, not sure if there was something to be found but as he probed Floggo gave a drooling gag of shock and he clenched tightly around the digit, pulling it in. Rogg gave a sound of interest, he pressed the tip of his digit to this point, rolling it and suddenly Floggo's tail was wiggling like mad as he mouthed and begged to stop. He could feel weird sharp prickles tingling down his spine, making his cock strain out to its fullest, his mouth moisten and he didn't know if he wanted to wet himself or if it actually just felt too good to comprehend.

"Curious..." Rogg growled softly, probing and rubbing just a little more to make Floggo wince and whimper in pleasure some more but Rogg was amused how much this point made his brother's backside strain out. The weasel then grinned in amusement before he straightened himself up and then grasped at his own cock. He brought the head to his brother's tailhole, gently stroking at the puckering hole again as Floggo gave a whimper of anxiety to feel it still pushing out precum into him. Then, finally, Rogg grasped his brother's shoulder tightly and then shifted to push his brother's head into the pillow as Floggo sobbed softly until Rogg pushed his form into his brother's tight hole. As Floggo's teeth dug into the pillow as he screamed into it as Rogg lapped his lips and growled softly, enjoying the tight warmth before he felt that spot and his brother gave a shudder. Rogg decided not to penetrate further, it was pulsing and pinching around him enough to make it good and so he started to rock his cock back and forth into his twin's backside.

Floggo lifted his head, sucking in air with shock as he could feel his backside was sucking in his brother's form and he was enjoying every minute. He wanted to cry because it was so good and his brother had been so mean to get to this point as Rogg rocked his hips to make sure he was rubbing right against the sweet spot as Floggo couldn't stop gasping with the pleasure. As tears trickled down his cheeks for the way the pressure and the pain was being smothered by his brother's actions, Rogg was enjoying himself. He loved the way his brother squeezed about his form, the way the pressure was building so well and how easily he was moving in and out. He hoped that his fox would feel this good, but if not....

"You feel great brother... so good... if I can't get who I want... I think I'll keep you to myself." Rogg purred pleasurably into his brother's ear as Floggo whimpered and tried to lift himself, feeling something odd with his groin. Rogg stretched a paw around his brother's shaft, stroking and rubbing at its wet, slippery form to make Floggo gag and groan even more as Rogg bent his body into Floggo's back to make him bend his back and twerk his hips for the jerking motion of is brother's paw. They were both very close now and that pleased Rogg greatly as he wheezed into his brother's ear again. "Almost... almost..."

Finally, as soon as he nipped his teeth about his brother's nape, Floggo gave a sudden groan as his body clasped around his brother. Not only did Floggo cum from the front but from the back and as his passage twitched and pulsed, Rogg groaned and came too. His action was messy and made Floggo groan in pleasure and anxiety for the wet heat flooding his body. Rogg groaned and then nibbled at his brother's ear before pulling out with a messy schlop sound as he slumped onto his brother's bed and then slapped a paw to his brother's backside as Floggo shuddered.

"Well, what did you think little twin?" Rogg questioned in fascination.

"Uh... I... I liked it..." Floggo grimaced, he did like it, but he could never tell anyone, anything!