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The royal koopa family was taking full advantage of their summertime vacation. King Bowser's dream of a rough and rugged camping week may have been whittled down into a week-long stay in a 5-bedroom, 3-bathroom lake-side cabin, but he was happy if his wife was happy. Djynn may have been the one who had eventually talked Bowser out of the tent idea, but now that he was at the cabin with (almost) all the luxuries of the castle, he was prepared to enjoy himself. The five koopa boys who had come along—Larry, Roy, Iggy, Lemmy, and Junior—were all eagerly discussing their plans for the week as their van made its way to the remote, tree-shaded, lake-side cabin.

It wasn't long after they got inside that their rooms were claimed and their bags unpacked. Larry mentioned wanting to go down to the lake. That off-handed comment soon became everyone's plan for the evening.

“If you're going down to the lake, get your swim suits on now!" Bowser's voice bellowed down the hall. Each koopa headed to their room to change, with the king and his concubine heading to their shared master bedroom to change together. Junior and Larry, the two youngest brothers and thus lowest in the pecking order, were forced to share a room. Junior flashed a devilish grin and dashed for the bedroom door, Larry just behind him as the door slammed in his face.

“Hehhehe!" Junior cackled behind the thick wooden door. “You gotta change in the hall now! "

Larry pounded on the door. “You little twerp!" He tried to turn the knob, but it had already been locked. He tried his best to put his weight against the door, but it didn't budge. Eventually, he had made enough noise that Bowser was forced to come out of his room, only half-dressed in his heart-patterned boxers .

“What the hell is with the noise?" he growled before quickly assessing the situation. He rolled his eyes and huffed before knocking on the door. “Hey, Junior? Open the door for your brother, okay? He's gotta get changed, too."

Larry crossed his arms and frowned. It seemed that dad always managed to soften his authoritative demands when it came to chastising Junior.

“He can change later!" Junior called. “I call dibs!"

Bowser, realizing that arguing was pointless, looked down at the doorknob. It was an older style, one that was designed to avoid lock-outs by using a screwdriver or a coin on the outside knob.

“Babe, you got a coin?" Bowser said casually to Djynn just as the yoshi peeked out into the hallway to see what the fuss was about. By now, the other brothers were finished changing and were beginning to crowd the hallway.

Larry, however, was a little distracted. Evidently, Bowser and Djynn had decided to start teasing one-another while they were changing, and Bowser's boxers were tented. Larry, from where he was standing, had a very clear view of something veiny through the gap in Bowser's fly. He couldn't help but stare just a little bit until the sound of his stepmom's feet against the wooden floor brought him back to reality.

Djynn had quickly found a gold coin in his luggage, and Bowser used it to twist the lock and open the bedroom door, exposing the naked Junior, digging through his luggage to find his swim briefs, to everyone in the hall.

The young koopa let out a squeak of embarrassment as his older brothers, particularly Roy, let out snickering laughs. “Hey! I called dibs! At least knock first!" he barked, using his hands to cover his private parts.

“I did!" Larry said, pushing past his father to enter the room. “Several times!"

“Alright, boys," Bowser said, shooting a look to the snickering brothers behind him. “Finish getting changed and let's go!" He shut the door behind him quite firmly, leaving the two brothers to change.

“Twerp," Larry muttered.

Junior blew a raspberry at his brother before turning back to change.

While most of the koopa boys had on swim trunks in their favorite colors, Larry and Junior were wearing swimming briefs. Each boy had been given custom swimwear the previous Christmas in anticipation for a summer vacation. Iggy, a somewhat self-conscious type, was also wearing an old black graphic t-shirt with a sarcastic phrase in bold, white lettering. Djynn was wearing a one-piece swimsuit in navy-blue, a wide-brimmed white hat, and a pair of designer sunglasses—an outfit that said clearly that he was thinking less about actually swimming and more about enjoying the sun on the beach. The king himself, meanwhile, was wearing an unbuttoned blue-and-yellow short-sleeve shirt, printed with pineapples, as well as a pair of bright red swim briefs—a tight fit that left very little to the imagination, Larry couldn't help but notice. He also carried two beach chairs in one arm, and two towels over his shoulder.

The pathway of wooden planks led from the cabin porch to the lake-side. It ended, however, about ten paces from the actual lakeshore, with a strip of muddy path separating the two. Djynn paused at the last wooden plank, looking down at his feet and the very stylish sandals his husband had purchased specially for this trip. Bowser looked down at him. “Lemmy, here," he said, handing the beach chairs to the short koopa, who wobbled beneath the unexpected weight before balancing himself and hoisting the chairs beneath his arm. Bowser knelt down, scooping the yoshi up and carrying him bridal style. Djynn squeaked in surprise, instinctively throwing his arms around Bowser's neck.

“Er, sorry," the King said with a dorky smile, “Didn't mean to scare ya, babe."

Djynn giggled, kicking his legs in the air. “Well, I'll forgive you THIS time," he teased, leaning up to give that handsome koopa a tender kiss on the cheek.

He carried his wife out onto the rocky beach, the lakeshore lined with large, flat rocks that had been smoothed over with time. Taking a few steps forward, the koopa looked out at the open lake—miles of water stretched before them, the only other sign of life being a lake house tucked into the trees on the very far end of the lake. The treeline dividing the beach from the forest was close to the shore, giving a nice, private feeling to the beach. Bowser found a spot in the sun and nodded. “This a good spot?" he asked Djynn.

The yoshi nodded. “Yes, you can put me down here!"

Bowser chuckled, taking a moment to secretly grope at that chubby ass while he had the chance. “Maybe I don't want to let ya go just yet," he said with a suggestive rumble in his voice. Djynn giggled as Bowser motioned with his head towards Lemmy. “Put the chairs down here."

Lemmy grunted as he adjusted the awkward chairs beneath his grasp. He walked forward to place them on the large, flat stone when the other koopa boys ran past him further down the beach.

“Come on, Lem! I see a perfect swimmin' spot!" Roy called, whooping and hollering as Larry and Junior raced him down to the secluded spot. Lemmy, not wanting to miss out on the fun, tossed the chairs onto the shore and ran off behind them.

“Hey!" Bowser yelled.

“Sorry, dad, gotta go!" he called, not even looking behind him as he waved.

Bowser opened his mouth to call after him again, but Djynn put a finger on his lips to silence him. “Hey now, let the boys go have some fun."

Bowser huffed, smoke trailing out of his nostrils. His grip loosened, allowing Djynn to slip to the beach as he moved to set up their chairs.

The koopa boys splashed and played in the water of the lake for several minutes. Iggy, although dressed to swim, spent his time exploring the beach and the nearby treeline for interesting discoveries. The rowdier boys splashed and took turns ducking eachother beneath the water.

“Hey! Careful with the rough-housing!" Bowser called lazily, scratching his belly with his free hand as he held Djynn's hand with the other. It wasn't clear if any of the boys had actually heard him, so he kept an eye on them just in case things got out of hand.

Even as Larry had begun to enjoy himself, his mind had been turning. He was still annoyed at his younger brother for locking him out of the room earlier, and was trying to find a way to get back at him. While he had come up with several elaborate plans, some involving days of set-up and elaborate social engineering, he wondered if perhaps the best revenge was actually the simplest.

He snuck up behind Roy, standing on his tiptoes to whisper something into his older brother's ear. Roy blinked. He whispered the plan again, and Roy nodded.

Junior was busy trying to catch Lemmy, so he didn't notice as Roy snuck up behind him. The bigger koopa reached beneath his armpits, wrapping his muscular arms around his chest and hoisting him up. Being taller, his feet easily touched the rock floor of the lake as Junior splashed and kicked, unable to find his footing.

“Now, Larry! Grab his shorts!" Roy said, laughing even as he almost lost his balance. The shrieking younger brother flailed, unable to fight against Roy's muscle. Although he almost got kicked in the face, Larry managed to slip his thumbs beneath his younger brother's waistband and pull his briefs down his legs and off of him.

“Let me go!" shrieked Junior, his face bright red as tears began to form at the corners of his eyes.

“Keepaway!" Larry shouted, waving the stolen briefs like a flag as Roy released his grip. Junior sank into the water, trying to keep his modesty as he also tried to jump up to grab the swimsuit that Larry held just out of reach. Junior jumped again, this time nearly grabbing the briefs, but Larry tossed them casually to Roy.

“How do you even fit in these tiny things?" Roy teased, stretching out the waistband a little. Junior sniffed, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils as he dashed forward. He tried to gain momentum to jump high enough to grab them, but the slippery rocks and the waist-deep water meant that he would never be able to reach them as long as Roy held on to them.

“Toss 'em to me!" Lemmy called, giggling his hyena laugh. He bounced out of the water, waving his hands excitedly.

“No, don't!" Larry called. “He's too short, toss 'em to Iggy!"

Lemmy frowned, but thinking over it a moment, he shrugged. “That's fair."

Roy pulled back on the elastic band like a slingshot, firing it up and out of the water and onto the shore directly in front of Iggy, who jumped in surprise as he dropped the shell he was inspecting.

Junior began to race towards the shore, Larry following behind. Roy and Lemmy were laughing uproariously, unable to control themselves. Junior froze for a moment as the water reached his waist, unsure if he should continue forward. No such inhibitions limited Larry, who practically dove out of the water, racing up the bank to snatch the swimming briefs from Iggy's hand.

“Come on, guys! Stop being mean to me!" Junior said in his most petulant voice.

Larry spun the shorts around his index finger. “If you want 'em back, all you gotta do is say you're sorry for locking me out of the room earlier."

Junior pouted, his eyes burning with a red flame twice as bright as the blush on his face. “Give. Them. Back." Each word was slow and as fierce as he could make them, a growl escaping his chest and rippling out across the surrounding water.

Larry scoffed. “You don't scare me, twerp.If you want your shorts back so bad, come and take 'em from me!"

Junior looked like he was going to explode. His eyes were wild, tears forming at the corners and snot dribbling from his nose. His eyebrows were knit into the most furious scowl imaginable, his teeth clenched so hard you could hear his jaw muscles clenching. And that's when he started crying.

Junior climbed out of the water, hands over his privates, shrieking as he scampered along the wet rocks towards where Bowser and Djynn were resting.

“Aw, jeez," Roy said, covering his ears, “Now you've done it."

“Dad'll kick our butts for sure!" Lemmy groaned, sinking beneath the water.

Larry gulped. Maybe he had gone too far.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Bowser growled, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. “What in the good goddamn are those hooligans doing now?" The warm late-afternoon sun had lulled the couple into a lazy nap, only to be woken up by the shrieks of the youngest koopaling.

“Junior?" Djynn bolted up, seeing the naked crying boy running up the beach towards them.

Bowser was up in a moment, kneeling down by the crying figure."What's wrong?" he asked. “Are you hurt?"

Junior sniffed. “Roy and Larry stole my swimsuit!" he cried, wiping tears from his eyes as best he could while still covering himself with his hands.

Bowser growled, standing up. He opened his mouth to bellow out across the lake, when a small green hand reached out and rested gently on his chest. “Let me handle this, dear," Djynn said in his softest, sweetest voice. Bowser deflated, his chest lowering as Djynn knelt down by the crying boy. “So, why are we so upset, Junior?"

Junior sniffled. The calming nature of Djynn's voice had already done wonders on its own. “They stole my swimsuit and they were laughing at me," he said piteously.

Djynn held back a bit of a sigh. He had heard Junior use this voice before. It was the voice he used when he was trying to get his way. A part of him had already gotten a little tired of this trick, and wanted the boy to find a new one. Diplomatically, he spoke. “Well, they shouldn't be doing that, obviously, but is that really something we need to make a big fuss over?"

Junior sniffled, wiping his eye with the back of his hand, but he didn't answer.

Djynn smiled. “Honey, if you're worried about being naked, you have no reason to." He placed a hand on the kooplaing's shoulder. “No one's gonna see you except us, and we don't care one bit! Right, dear?"

Bowser blinked. “Er, yeah, right!" he said, surprised he was suddenly part of the conversation.

“Right," Djynn said. He placed his other hand on Junior's shoulder. “Deep breath, okay? Iiiiiin and oooooout."

The boy did as he was instructed by his stepmother, breathing in and out slowly. His shoulders rose and fell with the breath, and as he let his shoulders sink back down, his hand moved away from coverhing himself.

“There you go," Djynn said, flashing a motherly smile. “Feel better?"

Junior nodded.

“Alright, good," Djynn said, standing up. “Now, I recommend you go and hang out with Iggy for a bit. Let those rowdy boys play with themselves… er, by themselves."

Junior sniffed and nodded, bounding down the beach back towards the other boys.

“Goddamn, you're a natural," Bowser said, coming up behind his wife and wrapping his large, muscular arms around that pear-shaped midsection.

Djynn smiled, wiggling his hips a bit to tease his husband. “Well, you think we should also take off our suits?"

Bowser rumbled, seemingly considering the idea. “Not right now, I think," he said, his hands trailing down and squeezing Djynn's hips. “I don't think I could help myself if I saw that sweet ass of yours, and I don't think we need to be putting on a show like that for the boys."

Djynn chuckled. “What, you don't think they'd enjoy it?"

Bowser's face was flat, his eyes distant for a moment as if he was thinking about something, before a slow smile cracked across his lips. “Of course they would—everyone loves watching you do what you do best." He leaned in, kissing and nibbling along the yoshi's neck as Djynn smiled.

“You're damn right!" The yoshi turned, giving him a passionate, tender kiss with lots of yoshi tongue.

Back down the beach, the other boys watched in confusion as Junior walked back up the beach, completely naked without a care in the world. Larry's eyes were on Bowser, waiting for the yelling to begin, but he seemed more preoccupied with kissing his wife. Junior knelt down next to Iggy, whose face turned a little red.

“So… you're good?" the bespectacled koopa asked.

Junior turned up his nose haughtily. “I have decided that I don't want to wear my swimsuit anymore. So I'm not going to." He turned, sticking his tongue out at Larry, who blinked in surprise. “Come on, Iggy, let's go looking for cool bugs."

He didn't have to say another word. “Yeah!" Iggy said as he sprung to his feet. “Let's look for a praying mantis!" He jogged to catch up with his naked younger brother, then had to slow his pace as his lanky legs threatened to leave Junior behind.

“Wait, we can just DO that?" Roy asked, turning to the other boys. The only response he got was Lemmy shrugging. “Hey, we can do that?!" he called down the beach to Bowser and Djynn.

Bowser stopped kissing his wife long enough to respond. “I don't care," he hollered back down the beach. Djynn reached down to slip off his sandals as Bowser held his hand, leading him down to the water.

The three remaining koopa boys at the lakeside stared at one-another for a moment. Larry looked down at Junior's swimsuit that he still held between his claws. “Great, so what do I do with this?"

There was a wet SPLAT as a single pair of pink and blue swimtrunks hit the rocks next to Larry's feet. Lemmy had a massive, toothy grin covering his face. Although the water's surface was rippling from the small waves created by the koopa as he tread water, the clear blue color of the lake hid little of the fact he, too, was now completely naked. “Put 'em next to mine!" he said.

Larry looked down at the trunks and chuckled. “You're actually doing it?"

Lemmy paddled forward to find his footing on the rocky lakebed. Once he had found his balance, he shrugged. “Not like anyone but us is around, anyway." Larry was always a little surprised by Lemmy's relaxed confidence—an attribute he had gained from being the eldest sibling of eight. He usually was seen as a bit of a clown by his brothers, but his easy-going nature served him well in the chaotic koopa family and made it seem like he could be comfortable anywhere. Larry had always admired those qualities in him.

“Jeez," Roy said, scratching the back of his head. Even behind his sunglasses and pink scales, you could tell he was blushing a little. “What if the people we're renting from finds out?"

“Wow. Didn't think you'd be so embarrassed, Roy," Lemmy said. “Is there a reason?" He splashed a bit of water at Roy, who whirled around to glare at him. Lemmy also had a good habit of knowing just the right thing to say to get under your skin. That was also a trait that Larry admired.

“I ain't embarrassed, shorty," Roygrumbled as his jaw tensed. He took a few stumbling steps towards the shore, climbing up and out of the water. “Just… gimmie a minute, okay?" Once on land, he brushed water off of his dripping swimtrunks, stalling for time and trying his best to hide the tent that was beginning to form. Larry still noticed it, but it also made him aware of his own tent in his much tighter briefs.

“What about you, Larry?" Lemmy asked, dog-paddling forward a bit just enough so his tail broke the surface of the water, his bare backside teasing just beneath.

In truth, Larry had always enjoyed when his family treated nudity so casually. Morton had a bad habit of walking to and from the shower every morning completely naked. While he had never done it himself, he had wondered if anyone would actually mind if he did. Another part of him knew that part of the reason he wanted to do it was because he had some… thoughts about his brothers. Now, he was being invited to get naked with his brothers, and he knew he had to take advantage of it.

“Well," Larry said, reaching down to tease the waistband of his briefs, slipping his thumb into them. “I guess I'll do it, but only because it will make Roy feel less embarrassed about it." He flashed a grin at Roy, who was going to respond when, with one quick motion, Larry slipped his swimsuit off and placed it on the beach next to Lemmy's.

He could feel it—his brothers' eyes as they looked at his naked body on full display. In truth, his average build was clear to see in comparison to his brothers. Not too tall, not too short; not stocky like Morton, but he had a bit of his dad's belly. His cock, uncut just like all of his brothers, was also average for his family, as far as he could tell. Given his genetics, however, that meant he was still an impressive size to most koopas on the street.

He caught Roy staring a bit too intently, and he wiggled his hips playfully. “You're turn!" he teased, sticking his tongue out at his blushing older brother.

Roy frowned, but he reached down and pulled down his shorts as well. He was a little taller than Larry, but he was much beefier. His arm and leg muscles were very well defined, his chest strong, and muscles even rippled beneath his chubby midsection. In a lot of ways, he was probably the koopaling who most closely inherited his father's body type, though he was still several years from reaching the full size of the 9-foot-tall turtle-dragon. As teased by the tent in his trunks, he was semi-erect and now on full display.

“Whoa," Larry said, blinking in surprise. “I didn't realize you were—"

“You've got a massive hog!" Lemmy said, practically jumping out of the water as he swam closer to the shore.

Roy, feeling the heat of the eyes examining his body, shuffled a bit as his cock twitched. “Er, thanks, I guess?" While he always had a bit of a cocky attitude, deep down he was always bad at handling compliments.

“Are you that excited at the thought of getting naked with your brothers?" Larry teased, leaning down to get a closer look at his throbbing erection, which definitely seemed to be enjoying the attention it was getting.

“N-no way," Roy said, lying. “It's normal for… ya know…" He trailed off, unable to come up with a good enough defense for himself. “M-maybe if you'd quit staring at it like some kinda queer…"

Lemmy chortled, bouncing from slippery rock to slippery rock as he bounced out of the water, walking towards his two other naked brothers. He was the shortest koopaling, nearly as tall as Junior, but he was the eldest brother. He was a bit chubbier than Larry, and lacked the muscles of Roy or Morton, but he was surprisingly coordinated, having the best balance of his brothers. While his cock was shorter than both Larry and Roy's, his balls were noticeably bigger. “Kinda hard NOT to stare when you're that big and hard, dude!"

Roy frowned, but his cock twitched excitedly.

Larry looked over. Djynn and Bowser were playfully swimming in the water further up the beach, not even paying attention to their naked sons. He took a step forward, closer to the rock-hard Roy. “I can help you, if you want me to." He looked up to his big brother suggestively, winking a little as he wiggled his hips in the most girlish manner he could muster.

“I, uh—" Roy said, seemingly unable to speak. His cock throbbed again, a pulse that caused a drop of precum to form at the tip. “W-whaddya mean, exactly?"

Larry leaned down, making sure to lock eyes with his brother as his snout got mere inches from the tip of his shaft. He breathed in the scent of his older brother, a scent he was familiar with from years of time together, but stronger and more masculine than he had ever experienced. He licked his lips, almost unable to help himself as he knelt down in front of Roy,a hand reaching out to brush his muscular thigh, trailing up to his true objective.

He watched as his brother's shaft twitched, precum dribbling down his shaft and just begging to be licked up. He reached up, grasping the base of his brother's shaft as Roy practically winced, shuddering at his brother's touch.

“Want me to stop?" Larry asked, squeezing the base just a little to tease out more of his precum.

Roy huffed, smoke coming out of his nostrils. “I'll tell you if I want you to stop."

“Keep going," Lemmy whispered excitedly. Now, Lemmy's cock was starting to get hard, too, a solid 6-inch shaft resting above his pouchy, heavy ballsack.

Larry's hand slipped up the length of his brother's shaft, his fingertips appreciating every vein and dimple in it as he slowly worked his way towards the tip. Once again, it throbbed impatiently as Roy let out a soft growl. He trailed back down, squeezing the base before leaning forward and slowly, ever so slowly, pressing his lips against the tip of the shaft. He kissed it, feeling its heat against his lips before he pulled the foreskin back with his hand. As he opened his mouth and slipped the tip inside, he was almost overwhelmed with the taste of it, the salty taste of his precum mixed with the strong masculine smell of his brother filling his nostrils and mouth. He couldn't help but let out a whimpering moan of pleasure as he rolled his tongue around the tip of that cock, beneath the foreskin as he let the taste of his brother fill him.

Suddenly, he felt something bump his nose. Blinking, he opened his eyes to see Lemmy standing over him, balancing on top of a nearby rock to give himself enough height so that the tip of his cock pressed against Larry's nose. Roy's cock slipped out of Larry's mouth with a wet pop as the second-youngest koopaling looked up at the eldest.

“Do I get a turn?" he asked, bucking his hips a bit to rub the underside of his cock against Larry's nose. His scent wasn't as strong as Roy's, and Larry was more than curious enough to find out how he tasted.

“You should ask nicely, first," Larry teased, reaching out to rub his ballsack and tease his claws along the base of that stubby shaft.

“Well,' Lemmy said, gyrating his hips as Larry's hand stroked his balls. “You seemed like a natural cocksucker, I figured I didn't need to ask, you look like you want it pretty bad."

The truth was, Lemmy was right. Larry had to hold back from opening his mouth and sucking on his brother's cock right away. He turned, looking over at Roy's massive shaft, reaching out to squeeze the bases of his brothers' cocks at the same time.

“Hey, wait your turn," Roy said, elbowing Lemmy in the side, “He was mine first." Lemmy wobbled a little from the shove, but maintained his balance surprisingly well.

Lemmy gave an easy-going smile and a shrug. “No reason he can't enjoy both. He seems like the type that can't get enough."

Larry felt dizzy from the way his brother's were speaking about him, as though he was just a mindless cocksucker, unable to help himself even around his own family. His own cock throbbed between his legs as he realized that, considering his current situation, that wasn't very far off from the truth. Maybe it had always been the truth, and only now was he eager to embrace it.

“Here," he said, grabbing his brother's hips and pressing them together. Lemmy swayed a little before throwing his arm over Roy's shoulder to catch himself. The tips of their cocks were pressed together, and Roy growled again as he couldn't help but buck his hips, rubbing his shaft against his older brother's. Larry leaned forward, slipping both cocks into his mouth. Because Lemmy's cock was shorter, he actually fit an inch or two of Roy's cock inside of his mouth before he felt the tip of Lemmy's cock press against his tongue. It was a snug fit, especially since Lemmy's cock was so thick,but the sensation of his own brothers' dicks inside his mouth, the taste of them and their salty precum overwhelming him, it made the strain he felt feel even better.

“Fuuuuuuuck," Roy moaned, his chest rumbling deeply.

“What?" Lemmy asked in a teasing sing-song. “You gonna cum already?" He was much more in control, but even he had a bit of a shake to his voice as his brother's tongue teased along the underside of his shaft, Larry's head bobbing away at both of those thick cocks as his hands massaged both pairs of fat koopa balls.

“I might," Roy said, smoke huffing out of his nostrils. “Shit, Larry," his voice changed slightly, deeper and more hushed, “You'd look cute with my load covering your face." He was losing himself in the moment, now.

Larry moaned at the comment, unable to help as a shudder traveled up his spine.

Lemmy giggled, leaning in closer to his younger-yet-bigger brother. “Oh, don't you think he'd like it better if we made him swallow?"

“Fuck, yeah" Roy said, leaning in closer to Lemmy, their lips an inch apart.

“Do it," Lemmy said, his hot breath against Roy's lips. “Make that cocksucker swallow your fat load."

“Oooh, fuuuuu—Mmf!" Roy's moan of pleasure was interrupted by Lemmy's lips pressing against his.The two brothers moaned passionately as their tongues eagerly slipped between their lips.

Larry had something else slipping past his lips and down his throat, and despite feeling like he had lost control of the situation a bit, he wouldn't have traded it for the world. Feeling the hot, salty rush of his own big brother's cum hit his throat elicited the loudest, sluttiest moan imaginable from the young koopa. Suddenly his mouth was flooded with hot, horny warmth, a tidal wave rushing through him as he tried his best to swallow it down. His throat squeezed around Roy's cock, milking even more cum from it. He sputtered for a moment, almost shooting cum out of his nose and out onto the rocky beach below, but he managed to swallow down every last drop as Roy and Lemmy slowly pulled out.

Roy winced. “C-careful, it's sensitive," he said, his legs trembling as he tried to keep his balance.

Lemmy, who was still leaning against his brother, gave him an affectionate nuzzle on the cheek. “Fuck, that was good," he said. “I thought I'd never stop cumming."

Roy's eyebrows raised slightly. “You came too? Damn."

Larry was sitting back on the rocky beach, sputtering as he tried to keep all of the cum inside of him, swallowing down the remainder that coated his mouth. “Explains why there was so much of it, urg."

Lemmy laughed, his cock already softening even as it shimmered with saliva and cum. “You say that like you didn't enjoy every second of it." He gestured towards Larry's rock hard cock before leaning over to give Roy a parting kiss on the lips before hopping off of his rock. “That was fun, we should do it again sometime!"

“Y-yeah," Roy said. His legs seemed to give out beneath him as he leaned down to sit on the rocky beach himself. He leaned back, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

Larry's cock throbbed. He wasn't finished, he was only getting started. He wanted Roy and Larry to spitroast him, Lemmy pulling at his hair while Roy made mean comments about how much of a stupid, horny slut he was for desiring his brothers so passionately, he wanted them to say—

“Hey, twerps!" Their dad's voice shocked Larry back to reality, bolting upright and throwing his hands over his crotch to cover up his throbbing, painful erection. Roy also jumped, apparently Lemmy was the only one unfazed by the commanding tone of their father.

Bowser's eyes stared at the odd sight in front of him. His three sons naked on the beach: one zonked out of his mind, one playfully wading in the ankle-deep water, and the last one trying desperately to hide his erection. Larry immediately began to wonder if he knew.

If he did, he made no mention of it. “Me and your step-mom are heading back to the cabin," he said, pointing over his shoulder to where Djynn was waiting to walk back with him. “Remember to grab your swimsuits, just leave 'em on the porch to dry." He turned to leave, paushed, turning around to add, “And remember to shower that lake water off."

“'Kay, dad," Roy said.

“Will do!" Lemmy said smartly, flashing a lazy salute.

Larry nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak.With that, Bowser turned and left, an arm gently placed on Djynn's shoulder as they headed back.

Only a few minutes later, Junior and Iggy emerged from the tall grass.

“Hey! How was the cool bug hunt?" Lemmy asked as he stepped out of the water and leaned down to pick up his swimsuit.

Iggy turned as red as a beet, fiddling with his glasses. “Er, uh, why is everyone, uh—"

Lemmy shrugged. “I guess Junior started a fad."

Junior let out a cackling laugh. “Ha-hah! It's fun being naked!"

Iggy swallowed. “So, er, uh, what did you guys do while we were, uh—"

“Well, actually," Lemmy said.

“It's a secret!" He was cut off by Roy, who pulled himself up off the beach and grabbed his own swim-trunks off the rocks.

“It is?" Lemmy said. He shrugged again.

“Aw, come on, tell us!" Junior said, pouting.

“Yeah," Larry said, pulling himself up to flick Junior's nose. “It's a secret—for us to know and for you to never find out!"

Junior frowned, rubbing his nose. “Fine, you don't get to hear about all the cool bugs we found."

Lemmy nodded. “That's fair."

The koopa boys gathered up their discarded swimsuits and headed back to the cabin. It was a little odd, Larry thought, to walk back so publicly naked. He wondered if the other boys felt the same way. He wondered if they also felt the same odd weight in their stomachs. Lemmy seemed unbothered, but he felt like he could see every thought Roy had written across his face, even behind his sunglasses. It seemed like they had enjoyed themselves on the beach, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried that they may change their minds once some time had passed. Post-nut clarity, as the phrase goes.

Perhaps it was because Larry was still very much pre-nut, and still had a fire inside of him, but he mostly felt dazed, unable to believe what had happened was real as he moved to toss his wet swimsuit over the railing of the porch. As he tossed the thin fabric onto the rail, he noticed the two swimsuits that were already hanging there—one navy blue, and one bright red. He realized who they belonged to, and what that meant they were probably wearing now.

Unable to help himself, he snuck away from his brothers, eager to see if he could catch a glimpse.