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When the door burst open to their dormitory, Amaye practically leapt out of his fur as his twin brother came barrelling in, throwing his bag off to the side and vaulted over the sofa to land just behind him. Amar had the habit of that; he always was the more active and exuberant of the two. Instead of turning round to greet him, Amaye just carried on with his game, kicking the ass of some kid a thousand miles across the fantasy realm of Knights' Quest,

"Hey..." He said absently over his shoulder, eyes fixed upon the screen, "...how was class?"

"It was dull," Amar replied bluntly, ditching his jacket to leave him wearing his usual black tank top and his baggy khaki pants, "The professor called me a dumb jock again."

"But you are a dumb jock..." Another absent remark, but it wasn't necessarily false. Amar was the sports enthusiast. His rock hard build and muscle mass set him out to be the bigger of the two, whereas Amaye had always kept his head buried in books or set his free time aside for video games, so he was as thin and as slender as could be, bordering on feminine. The only other difference between the two was their fur, which for Amaye was turquoise with white markings, and the inverse for Amar - white with turquoise markings.

A dull thump hit the back of Amaye's head as he yelped softly, pausing the game in an instant and whirling round just in time to see the pillow hit the floor and Amar's paw fall back to his side,

"Watch it pipsqueak," He growled playfully, "I could own you any day. Besides, you're more like a girl than any guy I know." A sly grin had spread across his muzzle, and Amaye couldn't help but blush. They were brothers... but Amaye could never bring himself to tell him. First and foremost, Amaye was gay. He had known from a very long time back, longer back than when they'd decided to move into a dorm together to share expenses, back to when he'd first been pushed to his knees by a jock much like Amar and wrapped his lips around his very first cock. Since then he'd made the effort to accentuate himself, to look more like a girl as each day went by, sometimes in a fleeting hope that Amar might suddenly see what was going on, but mostly because guys lusted another a kid who could hold his own yet look cute whilst doing it.

What was worse though, was that Amaye longed for his brother. Amar had been the centre of his fantasies since he'd caught his brother fresh out of a shower. Both of them were cat otter hybrids, and Amaye had never expected his brother to be so much... bigger than him. In more ways than just one; as the water had trickled down the contours of his muscle, wet and glistening as it fell through the crevices of his abs and along his biceps, tracing his sides, all until it reached his groin, where the plumpest, thickest sheath and balls Amaye had ever seen sat nestled, pronounced and practically throbbing...

Amaye shook his head, quite literally. His fantasies always developed upon that single glimpse of his brother's glorious body, often beginning with that same sexy smile that now played on his brother's mouth, uttering the words,

"Do you like what you see?"

It took all of the feminine hybrid's will power not to sport wood, and he ended up pulling down the baggy sweatshirt he wore over the crotch of his tight jeans to hide any swelling. His mouth was dry, forcing him to like his lips and clear his throat as he continued to stare at his brother.

"You okay, dude?" Amar asked, his brow furrowed in a frown as he saw Amaye fidget and seem uneasy. The twin could only squeak out a barely audible response, but the words were lost. This was so wrong; they were brothers. It wouldn't be right... yet he couldn't deny himself any longer. He'd chance it.

With a slow, tentative movement, he turned around, getting to his knees so that he was level with Amar's abdomen,

"Amar..." He said quietly in a hushed whisper, "When was the last time you were with a girl...?" His brother spluttered at the sudden inquiry,

"Dude... What?! Where are you going with this?"

"Just answer me... When was the last time?" He could smell it. It was faint, but Amaye could smell it, that tiny trace of arousal. It wasn't his own for once, it was the one he always smelt from when Amar would have 'guests' over, or from when he'd finally come home at the dead of night with a lopsided grin on his face and a stain just below his belt. Amar carried out being evasive,

"I dunno... About a month or so..." This was too perfect... He'd be pent up, ready to blow a hot, heavy load, deep down Amaye's throat, or even better, up his ass. This could be easy, this could actually happen,

"You not considered finding someone to let off some steam?" Amaye licked his lips again with the slightest of flicks, his heart thumping at his ribcage as he pushed the very boundary of what was acceptable. It could all go horribly wrong, but he wanted nothing more than to now please his brother.

"N-no..." He stammered, "All the girls are boring now... They j-just moan and writhe and say the same ol' shit... It's no fun anymore..." A dark blush crept over his face, his stout muzzle warmed with red, "Nothing's exciting anymore. There's no thrill behind it."

"Then what about me?"

With those four words, Amaye resigned himself to whatever consequence was to come. His own length now strained unbearably against his jeans, and it was plainly visible, even to Amar. The connotations of what he had just said left him in a risky place, and now he had to wait for his twin's eventual verdict.

"You mean... with you?" Amar drawled for clarification, "With you?" Amaye nodded, his head somewhat lowered as he could no longer look his brother in the face, his bravado suddenly drained and his courage shattered. It was going to go horribly wrong.

Seconds ticked by as Amaye kept looking straight down at the floor, unable to look up or to speak. There was some soft fumbling, and Amaye's ears perked up but he daren't lift his head up to see. He expected Amar to be getting out his phone or something, ready to tell everyone at what a kinky, fucked up slut of a brother he had... or ready to call the authorities and get him some psychiatrist to tell him that what he was feeling was wrong and needed to be dealt with. Amaye kept envisioning worse scenarios that could happen now, all ending with his world coming crumbling down.

Just as he was about ready to cry himself into oblivion, a paw suddenly gripped under his chin, lifting up his muzzle, bringing him up to the sight of Amar sitting upright, his legs spread apart and his khaki shorts gone. There, even larger than Amaye had remembered it all these years, was Amar's fat sheath and swollen orbs. His tank top was still clinging to his torso, and it hung tightly to ever muscle that stood out, leading up to that lusting grin,

"Do you like what you see?" Amar chirred, asking in a sultry tone with a growl in the back of his throat. He knew what power he now had over his brother, he knew that he was in charge. The paw tightened and squeezed Amaye's lower jaw, "Well? Do you?" Amaye yipped and wriggled under his brother's grip,

"Yes! Yes! I always have done..." It was all coming out now, and Amaye couldn't help the embarrassing flush that now consumed his face and the tense bulge that pressed against his crotch. Another smile from his brother made him even more needing, and he allowed a quiet, muffled moan come from his muzzle as Amar continued to stroke over his jaw and cheek.

Amar then took the initiative, guiding Amaye's muzzle towards his groin,

"Well then, dear brother, start licking," With that, Amar pushed his twin's muzzle deep into the spot between his sheath and balls, and instantly Amaye's senses were flooded with the scent and musk. It clogged up his nose, swirled in the taste of his mouth and allowed his inhibitions to fade away. The warmth radiated off of his sheath, and Amaye obediently rolled out his tongue and plunge it deep into the oozing entrance of that fleshy, fuzzy tube. The flavours of salty spunk and sweat danced on his buds, and he savoured the taste as swallowed it carefully. He let it drip across his teeth and then down his throat, practically gulping down the bitter sticky nectar that very much poured from his brother's sheath. Deep inside, where his soft pink tongue lapped over, was the hardening tool that was threatening to push Amaye out of the sheath, swelling over his mouth. He had to back up a bit, allowing the fattening cock to slip out and begin to enter his muzzle. With gusto, he lapped and circled his tongue around the head, revelling in the musky taste and prickling texture.

However, before the get a proper mouthful of his brother's prick, he was pulled off the shaft, only semi hard and still growing. His eyes searched up for an answer in Amar's face, but the dominant male merely pushed his brother's head down further, and into his heavy looking sack. Amaye did as he was expected, and began to suckle and massage those bloated balls with his tongue, unable to fit barely one in his maw let alone two. His ministrations did not go unrewarded; above him, Amar leaned his head back, his eyes lidded and a low, guttural growl emanating from his throat, all the while his paw kept a firm push on the back of Amaye's head. The submissive brother couldn't help but drool over the nuts offered to him, his spit soon covering them in a thick sheen that actually dripped onto the sofa's fabric. On top of his head he felt the gentle yet heavy tapping of something, and he glanced up, if only for a moment, to see Amar's length, now free of its sheath and standing proud, hitting itself as it arched gently downwards with its weight. Amaye couldn't help but smack his lips even more, wondering how such a rod would feel gliding down his throat... He could only dream though of what it might feel like from behind.

It seemed his brother was now sated that Amaye had delighted over his balls, and now guided his head back up to the engorged head of that one-eyed monster, the tip now wet and drooling strands of thick precum. The submissive twin opened his maw wide, lolling out his tongue to catch the errant strings of goo and graciously accepting the hung manhood into his waiting mouth. The earthy, heady scent swamped his senses again, and the taste of bitter cum returned, a built up flavour that had matured and given time since its last release. Amaye could feel the tension now, his brother holding back as he enveloped his cock in a soft, warm and moist muzzle, his tongue running along the fine spines of the barbs and around the girth of the shaft. He would be lying if he hadn't had much experience; Amaye, since that very first encounter, had been with many males, and he'd had the chance to experience many different dicks. But Amar was the crown of them all, the final triumph and forbidden treasure. Now he had won, now he was finally having the chance he'd always wanted.

His nose had barely begin to brush against his brother's pubes, the head now sinking nicely down into his tightened throat when he felt his head being pulled back. With a wet slurp and a unsuppressed whimper, Amaye looked up at his brother, saliva running down his chin and tongue rolled out to the side, his face in wanton need. Amar merely chuckled, his paw rubbing his brother's cheek as the other paw stroked along his spit-slick cock,

"Go to your room, strip down to your underwear and wait for me there," He ordered, giving his balls a squeeze as he scratched under Amaye's chin, "I have to fetch something first."

Amaye stumbled to his footpaws, quickly heading off and into his room, leaving his brother to lift himself from the couch. He caught the slight glimpse of his cock bobbing as he rose, but he was forced to shoo himself away into his room. He might not have time to marvel at Amar's physique and endowment; he immediately began to strip himself down, throwing his sweatshirt aside followed by the plain top. Then, hastily unbuckling his belt and yanked his jeans down, allowing the scantily clad bright pink thong to bulge loose, barely containing his adequately sized member. He had always kept this side of him hidden from his brother, even to the extent where he did his special laundry separately, and where he always made sure no one saw him anywhere near naked, hence the baggy sweatshirt and clad jeans. But now his breathing was shallow and near panting, and his pulse was racing as he was about to introduce Amar to the whole new him - it drove him wild with need. He felt like a female in heat with the amount of desire that was welling up in him.

He stood there, nearly stark naked were it now for the tight thong as he waited for his brother to appear in his doorway. Long seconds passed by, blending into minutes, and Amaye very much feared that his brother had suddenly gone cold, that he'd called a friend or something. He smothered the panic with what arousal he had left, and stared intently, waiting for Amar to come.

A slow, purposeful pawfall drummed down the hall towards the door, and Amaye found his breath caught in his throat as the surge of the moment caught him. Amar rounded the corner, leaning against one side of the threshold as he admired the view before him, thick cock jumping to attention. Only now could Amaye get a good look at it; shiny with glistened spit, the length was an angry red, pulsing with veins that bulged slightly along the flesh, barbs lining the head, trailing to a mere graze half way down the shaft. He must have been at least a good eight inches, maybe even nine or ten - fat too. As Amar gripped the base lightly with one paw and ran a finerpad over those sensitive barbs, Amaye could see that he could barely close his paw around the prick.

All of this moved down to the hanging ball sack that swayed with its mass, all joining to the ripped muscle of the jock brother, Amaye's gaze slipped over and drank in the rich glow and heavenly aroma that sunk into the very room. The thong strained another inch, and the feminine brother found himself panting and standing their gormlessly as Amar strode over with confidence and a swagger to his step. His paw encased Amaye's crotch, dwarfing what little size there was immediately as he groped and massaged the package there,

"I had my suspicions about you..." He hissed into his ear, his breath hot and enticing against the tickled fuzz, "But I never knew you'd be so..." He paused, adding a rougher squeeze to Amaye's groin that caused him to mewl and wriggle under his scrutiny, "...slutty..." The whimpering brother swore he heard some muttering from Amar about what else he'd look both revealing and good in, but that caressing paw made him short of breath and incredibly impatient,

"Please!" Amaye breathed, his ears lay flat as a desperate gasp rang from his muzzle, "Please, take me... Amar, I need you..."

With a soft slap, Amar 'patted' his twin's crotch before shoving him down onto the bed,

"I told you to strip, pipsqueak!" He growled playfully, a smirk tugging at his lip, "Now lose the thong!"

Amaye all too quickly tugged off the thong, raising his dainty legs above his as he wiggled his footpaws, his tail flicking to and fro across the bed spread as he teased Amar with the ravishing sight of his goods. His own length, whilst not as impressive as Amar's in length, had an equal thickness to it, and its barbs flared along the shaft as they were exposed to the cool air. A darkened blush crept onto his cheeks again, but this time he felt more nervous than embarrassed. He lay back against the bed as Amar crawled over him, possessing his maw with his own, that warm tongue invading his muzzle and delving deep. Amaye simply suckled back content, their lengths grinding together against one another, the barbs dragging lines of pre over each other's shafts. Their swollen red colour contrasted starkly against the white and blue of their fur, and soon their crotches were slick and wet with the scent and stickiness of each other's love.

Amar reached down, grasping the two spires of hot flesh in one of his large paws and began to gyrate and tug them in unison, eliciting moans from them both. Each time on the downward stroke, he would roll a pad over Amaye's sensitive head, making him lean back even further as more pre spurt from the tip and over his brother's fingers. The dominant male seized his chance; he went in for the kill, nipping along the neck with his fangs, slathering the nape with moist spit as he heard Amaye lose all self-control as his body lurched, a sudden orgasm rolling through him without so much as a warning. Dribbling ropes of spunk shot between them, matting their guts with an average load. Most got on Amar's fingers, and he swirling his claws in the pools of jizz as they swam around on Amaye's abdomen,

"S-sorry Amar..." He whimpered quietly, "I should've said..."

His brother growled, laughing slightly to himself. Without even dignifying Amaye's statement, he scooped up as much cum as he could before abandoning the tender neck and letting his rod break away. With a heave, Amar pushed back the slutty brother's legs before his ankles rested on his own shoulders. A slight shuffle forward, he wasted no time in sliding two cum-slick fingers deep into Amaye's hole, the jizz acting as lube and sinking right down to the third knuckle without much resistance. His eyes widened for only a moment before he replaced it with a lusting glare down at the panting hybrid, growling,

"So I take it I'm not the first who've you've shagged," He gave his fingers a twist, loosening the rim,

"You mean I've been missing out all this time? Naughty boy... Whatever happened to brotherly love?" The fingers were pulled out abruptly, leaving Amaye breathless, "I think you need punishing..."

Amaye could only look down in anticipation as that wet head of Amar's cock was placed ever so close to his hole - so close he could feel the searing heat radiate from it and taunt him. This was going to be a challenge; Amaye had slept around, but the last time he'd been fucked as nearly a month ago, and he'd never taken anything bigger than a dildo he'd once ordered from Kaiser Studios.

He didn't have much time to protest though as Amar lurched forwards, spearing that tight hole with the first three inches, sending Amaye into howls of a blend between pain and pleasure. The girth filled him up easily, as once Amaye's yips and groans had settled down to hissing bliss, he began to slide the rest into him. Amar watched with a lewd grin as those barbs along his shaft flexed and popped as they passed into the tight warm insides, feeling him push deep into those guts. Soon, he had bottomed out, and eight throbbing hard inches of cat-otter cock was lodged in Amaye's behind, but something bumped and slipped against his hole; he didn't need to reach back or look to realise what it was. Amar had put on a cock ring, and now his tool was meatier and rock hard, stretching Amaye to his limits. He groaned again, partly in aroused need and partly from mirth; trust his brother to take it a step further and make everything a little more provocative.

That ring of rubbery plastic had bumps on it, and swivelled enticingly against his ass; Amar grunted with pleasure as he felt his length being massaged and sucked by his brother's insides as they churned. With a squelching tug he began to pull back, bringing out inch by inch his shaft before ploughing it straight back in. Amaye whimpered and moaned without control, his hole stretched and those barbs stroking ruthlessly against his prostate as his brother jackhammered his ass into oblivion. There was little love behind Amar's thrusts. This was primal lust and sex, not a lovemaking session. Amar knew what he wanted, and that was his brother finally where he wanted him; taking his cock and becoming his. But it wasn't quite perfect...

With a sudden pull, Amar withdrew his cock and sat back on his haunches, his fat dick swaying gently and dripping with cum and pre as its one eye gazed at the loose hole that winked back at him. Amaye whined sorrowfully, his eyes expressing such discontent and need as he looked from that tool up to Amar.

"Get on your hands and knees," Amar commanded, stroking his shaft with an idle paw again as he watched his brother hastily get into position, "I want you to feel me on top of you, taking you." He rose back up and lined his cock up again with Amaye's clenching butt, "You're no longer my brother; you're my personal fuck toy and slut, got it?"

"Yes Amar!" The bottom brother squeaked all too quickly. It was hard to keep the glee from his voice, and deep down he knew that as his brother was about to impale him on that rod again that he was giving a cheesy grin from ear to ear.

Amar leant over Amaye as he abruptly slammed his hips forwards, his crotch smashing into Amaye's arse brutally, ramming against the prostate deep within and causing the brother to nearly collapse onto the bed in sheer pleasure. But Amar didn't let him, and curled his arms up under Amaye's armpits and then hooked his paws onto his shoulders, pulling him back and lifting him up at the same time into his crashing thrusts, rhythmically pumping away at that hole with his entire length. He chewed on one of Amaye's ears as he sped up, knowing he would last far longer than his brother. He kept him on the brink for almost an eternity, grinding that sweet spot with those prickled barbs until his Amaye's cock streamed an almost constant flow of pre.

He was close, Amar could sense it. A fiery urge to blow his load was building in the back of his loins and he was doing his absolute best to hold it back. Amaye needed to go first; Amar loved the sensation of spewing a thick load deep into his bitches just when they were at their tightest, caught up in their own orgasms only to be dragged on further by him. He savagely put more power behind his fucking, speeding to a blistering pace. Amaye could only squirm under the strong grip, and was restrained from touching his own junk as he felt his balls contract, drawn upwards towards his body in the near explosion of cum.

Then he felt it, his cock spasming and jerking about freely as he shot ribbon after ribbon of fine, sticky white cum over the bed for the second time that night, wiping out what little energy he had left. Amar, behind him, growled before letting out a low, drawling roar as he slammed his hips flush with Amaye's ass one last time, going as deep as he could and unloading into his brother. His load was more impressive; his spunk filled up Amaye's backside quickly as it soon overflowed and spurted out against his groin, soaking his own balls and sheath. Only then did he let Amaye fall to the bed, panting and sighing contentedly as he rode out the post-orgasm sensation as well as the feeling of being crammed full of hung dick and creamy jizz.

Amar eased himself down behind his brother and in a tiny act of tenderness, pulled his brother to him by the waist and entwined his tail with Amaye's. He nibbled and licked at Amaye's neck whilst his cock pulsed and throbbed inside its wet, warm home, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate experience. Amaye let his eyes slide shut, happy to just lay there in his brother's arms. But his eyes shot open when he heard his brother speak,

"Don't get comfy. I can feel a second wind coming on..."