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After a long wait (And some egging on by Steve Farfan) I've gotten around to writing a storyline that comes from the nonfatal variations on "Jamie's Little Brother"

Thanks to Eid for lotsa lotsa help with editings!

All characters (c) me

This story contains characters too young to legally read it.

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Jamie woke up with a low groan. He sat up and swiveled his paws out over the side of his bed, before he looked down. He sighed. His little brother Joey was still sound asleep in his left nut. The otter petted softly over the shape in his loins, before his tummy burbled a little. Breakfast time. He pondered, then padded over carefully to the closet he shared with his younger brother.

The adolescent otter had been carrying his little brother inside him for longer and longer periods of time ever since they learned that his body could stretch like that, and that it felt so good, and that Joey felt safest when inside his big brother. But they had always gotten back to normal before morning. Either Jamie would wake up with Joey cuddled close to him outside, or with the smaller otter in his own bed, or he would have let him out consciously by rubbing his shaft until he emptied his sac. No matter what arrangement they woke up in, his bits seemed to be a little bigger each time, as if Joey was stretching him out, making him more spacious. This was the first time morning had come with his little brother still safe and sound, asleep within his loins.

The otter pulled down the family kilt from the strong hanger the heavy fabric hung from. He hadn't worn it in a while, and their father hadn't really said they shouldn't wear it unless on special occasions or anything... He wrapped it around him, letting it ride low on his hips as he facened the waistband, threading his tail through the specifically made fly in the rear. He found the matching sporran in his chest of drawers and waddled to the pants he had worn last, taking all the stuff from his pockets and putting them into the pouch. He affixed the sporran around his hips as well, making sure the pouch hung correctly despite the form behind it. He looked in the mirror and grinned. There was nothing to show that he was smuggling another otter. Jamie swayed his thick otter tail with a smile and padded carefully out into the hall, on toward the kitchen.

There stood the single father of these otter boys, wearing nothing but his own kilt, as was common, as he fried the kippers for his sons. His body advertised strength and tenderness, his arms and legs well defined from a life swimming, and a soft cuddly belly from the years since he settled down to raise his family on his own. He turned and smiled as Jamie sat down at the table, enclosed by a booth-style seat that turned the corner between two walls in the kitchen. Jamie made his way to the corner seat, the envied seat of all his brothers, who were starting to enter the kitchen now, rubbing their eyes, some in PJs and a couple of the younger ones fully nude, in the midst of a phase of rejecting clothing while in the house.

Jamie smiled, one paw occasionally petting over Joey beneath the table while he watched his siblings milling about, before taking seats around the table. Jamie was the eldest and the biggest so far. Some of his closer siblings seemed like they might surpass him as they aged. On principle he tried to be a peacekeeper amongst his brothers.

Their father looked over the tableau, eyes scanning each eagerly awaiting face. He finally hmmmed, "Jamie, where's Joey?"

Jamie perked, scrambling for a thought, then settled on an excuse that wasn't exactly a lie, "He had a hard time waking up, so I just let him sleep. I'm sure he'll be up soon."

The adult otter hmmmed again softly, but seemed satisfied with the answer, getting plates and setting them out on the table, in front of each his young boys, the eldest of whom was only just now feeling signs of puberty, from what Jamie had told him a month ago about his feelings. He turned and padded to retrieve the plate piled high with kippers, a tong'd paw setting one of the fried fish on each plate, leaving a small mound on the serving platter, which he left in the middle of the table, "Dig in, boys."

He didn't have to tell them twice. Immediately, the boys were working at their fish with knife and fork and paw and tooth. Jamie had an urge to try something that he had seen his dad do. He hefted the cooked fish by its tailfin and hefted it up. The adolescent otter hmmed, stretched his muzzle open as far as it would go, then dropped the fried fish in. Jamie started to gulp at the fried fish, mmming softly as his throat just seemed to open up and let it in. He was amazed how easy it felt, and soon the fish was passing the other side of his tongue, sliding down to his belly.

"Heh, careful Jamie." The otter at the sound of his Dad's voice talking, "Doing that without being prepared can be dangerous. Fish bones and all. But then again, when prepared..." The adult otter took two of the fish by the tail and dropped them into his wide muzzle at once, gulping firmly. The boys watched the bulge slide down their father's throat and into his belly.

"Wow...." Jimmy said, and reached to feel his dad's soft tummy.

Joel bounced a bit, "When will you teach us that, Dad?"

The eldest otter smiled warmly, "Well, you when you're older. But I think Jamie's old enough to learn the ins and outs. What do you say, Jamie? Wanna learn how to do that safely? Don't want you choking, do we."

Jeff had already taken a kipper and was attempting to work it down his throat. He started to cough and choke around it.

"See what I mean..?" The outnumbered father reached over and gently hefted the young otter into his paws, tugging the kipper out by the protruding tailfin. "You're still on a knife and fork, little one... Alright?"

Jamie felt a stirring between his legs. Joey was waking up. The eldest adolescent blushed a little, and then got an idea, giving a quick peek about, to ensure no one was watching. His brothers were watching their dad giving Jeff a mini lecture. His dad was busy giving said speech. He discreetly hefted a kipper and moved to put it on his plate, before pretending to drop it by accident into his lap. He reached down under the table and pulled up his kilt, pressing the warm cooked seafood to his loins. He murmured and bit his lip as his body seemed to react well, flexing and pulling the fish in, much like his throat had. His maleness grew stiffer at the stimulation, seeming almost to grow around the kipper, before the cooked fish worked its way down and into the chamber below with Joey.

The little otter inside caught the food, from what Jamie felt, and started to devour the meat off the bone.

Jamie smoothed out his kilt and looked at his brothers, who all seemed to be eating, their Dad having set Jeff down to let him resume his breakfast.

The adult otter surveyed the table, then glanced at a clock on the wall, before announcing, "Its almost time for school, boys. Wouldn't want you all to be late."

Joel slumped in his seat with a soft whine, "Joey's lucky, he doesn't have to go to school..."

Jamie stood up suddenly, "I... uh... I gotta get a shirt. It's gonna be cold out there." He looked at his brothers all still eating, and cursed the cherished spot he had picked, before sliding down and crawling out under the table, careful not to catch his kilt on his knees or let his sac full of Joey drag against the ground. He stood with a grunt and made his way to his room with a bit of a loping waddle. Once inside he turned his makeshift lock and reached under his kilt to stroke at his member, blushing softly, "Joey, time to come out, I have to go to class..."

He heard a soft whine inside him, "Do I have to...? It's so comfy in here... Can't you take me with you?"

Jamie felt his resolve melt, "But, I..."

"Please, bro?" The sweet, muffled voice called out.

The eldest sibling sighed and stroked over his sac gently, "Alright, lil guy. Just try not to draw attention in there." He waddled to the closet and got out a warm shirt, then looked in his chest of drawers. Finding the warm socks that went with the kilt, he tugged them on over his webbed paws and up his calves nearly to his knees, tying the strap that held them up, before he found the matching tail-warmer his dad had got him, putting it on. He sure hoped the weather was as cool as he had predicted, or else today would be far too warm...

There was a rattle at the door, "The school-mobile is leaving, Jamie, better be on it." The rich bass voice of his father came through.

He perked and made his way to the door. The more he walked like this, the easier it became to walk normally, though it was a slow process, getting used to the weight and balance of it all. He unlocked the door and then set the lock to turn as soon as the door was closed, so his Dad would assume that Joey was sleeping still. He made his way out the door of their houseboat and to where his Dad was waiting to drive him and his brothers to their classes.

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School was long, but luckily just as cold as he had predicted. At first Jamie couldn't concentrate, constantly checking on Joey with a paw all morning, only barely managing to keep anyone from noticing. At lunch, he went into a bathroom to tuck some of his bagged lunch into his shaft for Joey to eat, rubbing gently over the shape of his little brother. After lunch he went to his last two classes. He saw an otter from another family down the row of desks from him, and as he looked the other boy up and down, he couldn't help imagining how nice it would feel to tuck the fellow lutrine into his loins, and hold him inside, like he did his brother. His kilt slowly a large tent in it under his desk as he thought about such things, blushing deeply. He bit his lip and forced himself to return to his classwork, but now thoughts of all his brothers climbing in to join Joey were dancing in his head. He didn't even know if he could stretch that far, and doubted they would want to do it. He remembered how scared Joey had been the first time they had tried it. But Joey had loved it by the time they'd finished....

The bell rang and he ran to his next class, holding his books to his sporran to keep his arousal from showing, not noticing how much easier it was to move this time. His last class of the day was a fight in his mind, struggling between thoughts of introducing classmates to the inside of his nuts, doing the same to his brothers, and occasional thoughts of the class work.

When the bell rang, one thought consumed Jamie's mind. Get home, let Joey out. He rushed out of the room, clutching his books in front of his bulge, determined to keep it from showing when he met up with their Dad.

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Once they were home, Jamie launched himself towards the houseboat, but then had to pause on the dock. He had no key to their boathouse, only their Dad did. He panted a little, books still clasped over his arousal. After what seemed like forever, his Dad unlocked the door and stepped aside, letting all of the otter boys back into the house. Jamie made his way to his room, tugging a flat stick out of his sporran, the tool he used to shimmy the lock open whenever he got locked out. He finally jimmied the door open, stepped inside, and promptly locked the door again. He reached under his kilt, feeling too desperate for release to take off his clothing. He panted and stroked hard long his shaft, finding it larger than he remembered it, firmer and harder.

With his free paw he grasped the frame of the top bunk of the bed he and Joey shared, starting to buck his hips into his webbed paw, which was now slickened with the stuff that always seemed to leak out of him when he got this excited. He whimpered, his tail curling around one of his legs. He cried out suddenly, claws digging into the wood frame as he felt his shaft convulse and start to push out.... Thick goopy fluid, the stuff Joey was always covered in whenever he let him out... or at least when he let him out while awake. His mind swam with odd thoughts, even as a rush of pleasure caused his muscles to grow weak. In his mind, he saw every time he had woken up with Joey already outside him. The younger otter wasn't covered with that stuff, nor had it dried into his fur... but when he actively let him out while he was awake, he was always all goopy.

He stared at the ropes of the thick white goo on his sheets, then reached down to feel his sac, which was soft, round, heavy... and did not seem to contain Joey. He whimpered, frightened, before he heard a stirring on the top bunk. He crawled up the ladder. There was Joey, naked and asleep atop his sheets. Jamie was deeply confused, until there was a rap of knuckles on the door.

His father's voice came through the wood, "Everything alright in there? I heard a yell..."

Jamie hopped off the ladder, smoothing out his kilt and pulling his sheets over themselves to cover the goop, before unlocking the door. "I'm okay... I just stubbed my toe."

His Dad stepped into the room, and paused when his eyes fell upon Joey asleep on the top bunk. Relaxing with a soft, loving smile, he turned to his eldest son and chuckled, "Say, wanna get a lesson in not choking from your dad?"

Jamie giggled, giddily relieved that his brother was alright, not to mention that he hadn't been caught. Additionally, the intense euphoria flowing through him made it hard to concentrate, but he managed to stand with a grin, "Would the first step happen to be 'don't choke'?"

The adult otter chuckled and ruffled his son's hair, before gently leading him out of the room, closing the door behind him with his tail, "That's essential, but another good thing to remember is not to try and breathe while you're swallowing. We're otters. We can hold our breath for a long time." He led his son to the kitchen, not noticing the dripping trail coming from under the young otter's kilt, leaving little white drops on the hardwood floor.

Jamie watched as his Father opened up a cabinet to reveal a large tank, "Sometimes when I fish, I like to keep them alive. While you were in class I fished off the aft rail. Got some good trout."

"Wow, Dad... I didn't know you had this..." The little otter put his paw to the glass, watching the fish swimming around inside.

"I also used this tank to make sure you boys could swim, before I let you each swim in the open water." The big otter smiled, "But you were probably too young to remember that. Though you were honestly adorable playing around in here."

Jamie blushed, "Daaaaaad..."

His father chuckled at this reaction. "Too bad it's too small for you to play in now. But it fits fish well." He nodded with a playful grin. Suddenly shoving a webbed paw into the tank, he brought it back with a large, dripping, wriggling fish clasped in his fingers. Jamie saw his nostrils close up, like they would when he went under water, and then he lowered the still wiggling fish into his maw, jerking his head a little to get it down smoothly. The boy stared in amazement as his father's throat swelled with the size of the fish, before the last of it was gone. He could have sworn he saw his dad's pudgy gut jiggle, as if the fish landing was enough to move the whole paunch.

"The other thing is to keep swallowing, by the way. You'll stretch to your meal, as long as you don't go for something too big, too fast." His dad grinned, seeing where his son's eyes were still focused. "Wanna feel? He's still thrashing around in there."

Jamie took a step closer, and placed his webbed paw on his father's soft gut. He felt something stirring in his loins as he felt the vibrations under the surface of his dad's round belly. He blushed again, but managed, "That's neat..."

The adult otter smiled warmly down at his son, "You wanna try?" With minimal effort, there was a splash and a trout as small to the first as Jamie was to his father in the bigger otter paw.

Jamie nodded, thinking about what his father had said. He closed his nostrils and opened his maw, taking in a deep breath, filling his lungs to prepare for the necessity of holding his breath. The wriggling fish was lowered headfirst into the young otter's mouth. He let out a weak groan, appreciating the flavor through his nose, already forgetting about not breathing.

He felt a paw on the back of his head, "Careful Jamie, once you start swallowing, don't breathe..."

Jamie blushed and nodded, inhaling once more before starting to swallow firmly, one paw inquisitively moving to his throat as he felt the wiggling bulge start to deform his throat flesh. He jerked his head a little, like he had seen his father do earlier, and soon only the tailfin of the writhing fish remained outside his muzzle. He gulped hard and let out a sigh of the air that had been trapped in his lungs, returning to breathing normally. He gasped and looked down, raising his shirt up to see his soft belly slightly swollen and visibly wiggling with his meal.

"He'll settle down in a few minutes, Jamie. Feels good, doesn't it?" His Father smiled and closed off the tank again, locking the cabinet.

The younger otter felt over his wiggly belly, blushing as he realized his kilt was tenting out. "Thanks for the lesson, Dad. I think I'm gonna do homework... and I don't think I need dinner now."

The big otter smiled, "Okay Jamie, but if you do get hungry, feel free to come ask for dinner. I might just give you another lesson." He chuckled and ruffled his son's hair.

Jamie nodded and padded to his room. He blushed as he saw the trail of goo, lowering his long tail with its cover still on to wipe it up as he went, getting his tail cover moist with the white substance. When he got back to his room he stepped inside and found Joey yawning, awake now, "Oh, hey bro... when did you let me out...?"

The older otter smiled, "When I got home from school. Did you like today?"

The younger otter crawled down the ladder, "It was fun, but I slept most of the time. Not much else to do in there by myself."

Jamie blushed, remembering his thoughts about putting more of his brothers inside there.

Joey patted Jamie's crotch, "I'm gonna talk to dad about some food."

Jamie turned, "I told him you were sick today..."

Joey perked, then smiled, "Oh? Well I guess I-" He coughed into his paw, "I'm sick then, huh?"

Jamie giggled, waving to Joey as he staggered into the hall in a pretend half-asleep half-ill stumble. The otter lay down on the bed, on top of the covers, thinking about the day so far, and about the hard shaft pinned by his sporran. He was also really sleepy for some reason. He yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep fully clothed.

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Jamie awoke to a familiar feeling, little webbed fingers pressing into his member's slit. He groaned weakly, "Joey..."

"Shh, he's waking up..." He heard Jeff whisper.

Joel squeaked softly, "I hope he won't be mad..."

Jamie groaned and sat up to find all his brothers in his room, Joey sitting between his legs with his paws pressing into his shaft, "Uhhn... you choose now to tell them?"

Joey whimpered, "It's not my fault, they made me tell them where I was today, and Jimmy saw you stuffing a kipper under your kilt at breakfast."

Jeff nodded, "We wanted to know if it was true..."

Jamie sighed softly, and started flexing his shaft, the muscular motions gently easing Joey's arms into the stretchy flesh. He bit his lip to keep from moaning at the pleasure of taking in his little brother, panting softly through his nose.

Joey ducked his head down as their brothers watched in amazement, at least one gaped jaw amongst them. The littlest otter pushed off the bed, practically diving down into his big brother.

Jamie grunted at this, but then flexed his shaft, hefting Joey's legs up off the bed, and letting them slip out of sight all at once, like he went down a slide, his left nut filling out with his little brother's form. He reached down to pat his sac, "Uhnn... Yeah... I dunno how I do it... but it's real..."

His brothers reached out to feel the sac, and Joey rubbed out with his paws, as if waving "hi" to them. Jimmy, the second youngest piped up, "Can I join Joey?"

Jamie panted softly, blushing, "I dunno if I have enough room..." But in his mind, he relished the idea of pressing all his brothers in. He worried about how much he could stretch, remembering his father's warning about not too much at a time... but that was his throat and belly...

Jimmy wasn't going to take no for an answer, and unceremoniously shoved his paws into the still hard shaft.

Jamie gasped, and before he could stop himself he was flexing and pulling his brother in, deeper and deeper, Jeff and Joel helping shove Jimmy's rump in, grinning broadly. Within a few more moments, Jamie's nut swelled out further, and they could clearly see Jimmy and Joey cuddling and nuzzling together.

Jamie panted softly, before his eyes widened. The next eldest, Jeff just shoved his paws in. Jamie whimpered and moaned, his body and subconscious desires overriding his caution, his own paws reaching out to help shove his brother in. He actually ended up stuffing his own paws into his shaft for a moment, behind Jeff's footpaws, tugging them out all wet with his fluids as Jeff filled out his empty right nut. Jamie panted, glad his left nut wasn't gonna stretch any further...

Joel leaned up to nuzzle his older brother gently, "Can I join them, Jamie?"

Jamie panted softly, "Oh gods, please... I-I need to feel you all in there...." The eldest otter shuddered, unable to resist anymore. He was driven by pleasure now, though his logic side was also glad that Joel hadn't just rudely shoved himself in.

Joel grinned, "Thank you, bro. I love you." He smooched his elder brother on the cheek, and pressed his face into the already gaping entrance to his brother's loins.

Jamie groaned, and watched as his shaft took in the eldest of his younger brothers in headfirst, working over his shoulders and scooting his chest inward efficiently. He panted softly, watching Joel's rump slide out of sight, just his legs and tail outside, but they too were claimed as his shaft angled itself upright, using gravity to its advantage. Jamie shuddered, and started to stroke his shaft hard once all four brothers were inside his sac, two in each of his nuts, playfully wrestling and writhing. Every movement from inside felt so good to him, driving his pleasure towards an apex.

Jamie cried out and started to spray that same goop from before from his shaft, his sac contracting, but not letting any of the boys inside go, just making the space inside each nut a lot more snug as they giggled and wiggled together. The stream of slightly-slimy goop finally tapered off, and he collapsed on top of his siblings, hugging his sac, nuzzling weakly with a murmur, "Love you all, my brothers..." And within a few moments, he was asleep, soon followed by each of his younger siblings in their warm older-brother sleeping bag.

Their father arrived at the door, opening it and rubbing his eyes, investigating the cry he heard. He perked, and then grinned at the sight. So his son could do it too, and the rest of his sons loved it... Well, maybe it was time to teach them about it. The naked adult otter rubbed his now very hard shaft, fingering his cumslit as he thought about it, "Sleep tight, boys..." He knew they'd all wake up fine in the morning, thanks to his precautions, though he did wonder why Jamie was still fully dressed. He shrugged, and went off to the kitchen. Maybe a trout would calm his hard-on and feed the hunger in his nuts, for now...

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