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It seemed a natural fit for Creampuff and Eclair to work on a cruise ship. They had no particular talents or skills, but the cute energy they exuded made them popular with the guests. At the request of the management, they stayed in the public eye at all times, busing tables with their little webbed paws, serving drinks and meals, and functioning as living teddy bears from time to time, snuggling and nuzzling receptive patrons who wanted to hold them. This last task was their favorite by far.

The work was hard even for a high-energy pair of twins such as themselves, but it was gratifying. They got all the fish they wanted (Creampuff had been awed when she saw the aquarium where the to-be-cooked fish were kept and her noseprint was still on the glass), and as payment to a pair of otters who needed no money, the cruise line agreed to hire workers to collect the trash around their river home. Best of all was that they got to use the pool whenever they liked; the guests often found the sight of them gliding under the still water to be cute, and their brushes and figure-eights around wading guests' legs were similarly too adorable to mind. All of that plus a suite to call their own, and they hardly minded that the captain had deigned to name them after cream-filled treats.

Just after 10 PM, with the day's work behind her and her brother at her side, Creampuff sat by the railing at the stern and watched the waves swell and crash behind the ship. Overhead was the full moon, so grand when viewed from the sea that it looked like a great ball of chalk in the sky, dominating the view and casting ghostly light on the deck.

Eclair leaned on the railing and swished his rudder. Creampuff giggled and coiled her rudder with his, throwing him off balance. Chittering, the brother pounced and nibbled on her snout, upsetting the tiny lei about her neck, pulling petals off of it. She swatted his head, giggling madly, and when she knocked him loose they scampered and juked on the deck, her trying to avoid him, him trying to pin her again.

Nearby with sunglasses covering his eyes was the snoozing celebrity guest aboard the ship. His name was Kahnso, though the otters had no knowledge of music and therefore chose to treat him like any other guest - which was, to say, with respect but a certain amount of playfulness. Even now they skittered under his beach chair, bumping his butt through the pinstriped cloth.

When Creampuff bumped him, Kahnso didn't react; yet when Eclair barreled through with his slightly bigger body, Kahnso awoke with a droning snort. His enormous nostrils flared.

Both brother and sister froze to the rock singer's left, eyes wide like those of scolded children. Kahnso slowly got his bearings, then looked aside at the otters. They could see themselves curving weirdly in the huge, black lenses of his sunglasses before he tucked them up into his hair. "Uh. Can you two talk, or?"

"We can speak, yes," Eclair demonstrated, smiling amicably. He put his webbed paws together before his belly in a way that looked pious. "I'm sorry for waking you."

Kahnso blinked the sleep from his eyes and shifted in the seat. "It's fine. Looks like I overslept a little bit anyway," he sheepishly said, reaching for his drink at his side. He took one sip and made a sour face. "Ick. Flat."

"Oh! Let me, sir," Creampuff beamed, grabbing the glass in tiny paws. Working shifts was still a new concept to her; she didn't realize that, being off the clock, she didn't have to fetch things for the guests.

Watching the girl go, Kahnso said to Eclair with a pop of a bushy black eyebrow, "Your girlfriend?"

The otter straightened his clamshell necklace as one would fix a tie. "Sister," he chuckled. "Bu-u-ut a bit of that too."

"Ooh, incest," the huge fox snickered, jowls lifting to show big, spotless teeth. "She's a fine little thing. Can't blame you." The otter smiled bashfully, covered his snout to laugh. A moment later, Kahnso's expression mellowed and he asked, "Listen, this is kinda weird, but, uh."

Eclair tilted his head when Kahnso shamefully paused. "Hmm? Go ahead, please," he insisted.

Shrugging, Kahnso said, "Well, you're uh, kinda--, really cute. Mind if I, um?" He patted his breast, making a flat thud.

The otter smiled knowingly and waved it off. Not wasting a beat, he bounded into the rockstar's lap and wiggled up onto his muscular chest. Kahnso wrapped his paws around the otter's middle tentatively, like the uncertain grasp of someone who has never held a baby before. Eclair exaggerated a content sigh and nuzzled Kahnso's neck, and the fox felt more confident in squeezing him.

"Shit, if my girlfriend saw this," Kahnso snickered. "But, actually, she'd probably just shove me out of the way so she could hold you herself."

Creampuff returned with the drink in her paws. Kahnso met her bright gaze guiltily, yet she was unfazed by the sight. "Here you go, misterrr--?"

"Oh. Kahnso," he said. "Just Kahnso, sweet thing."

"Ooh! That's an interesting name. I'm, um, Creampuff," she beamed, wiggling her rudder. With more confidence than her own introduction, "And my brother, Eclair."

"Creampuff... and Eclair," Kahnso dryly said. "Well, if those are your names. Little too on-the-nose for me, naming otters after pastries full of white cream." Both otters giggled, and Creampuff offered the rockstar his drink. It was a plain Dr. Pepper on ice. He sipped it and dipped his head gratefully. "Thanks, cutie," he said, putting the glass on the deck. "You wanna come up here too?"

Even though a grin looked out of place on her cute, small snout, Creampuff had one. She climbed up onto the chair, moving so quickly and smoothly that she looked like a brown blur to Kahnso. She surprised him with a smooch on his cheek. Not one to be outdone, Eclair smooched the other cheek. "I hope everything has been to your enjoyment so far," the girl cooed. "If not, let us know, won't you?"

Too easy, Kahnso thought, squeezing Creampuff in one paw, Eclair in the other. He relaxed his neck and just looked at the moon. It glowed in his dozy, red eyes, as the otters could see. "If you insist."

The brother and sister exchanged bemused looks. Eclair cracked a smile, and it was he who asked, "What is it, sir?"

"I'm just thinkin'," the fox chuckled, "about how my girlfriend's gonna be so jealous of me." All three of them enjoyed a small, somewhat naughty chuckle. Kahnso squeezed them not only tighter to his chiseled breast, but closer to each other, too. "So, hey. Creampuff, was it?"

"That's me, mhm," the girl sweetly answered.

Kahnso smiled. "There's a couple things you two could be doin' to make me feel more comfortable." They exchanged looks again, but just from the corners of their eyes. They both knew exactly what was coming, and they lived for it. "Me being a big guy, I get a lot of aches."

Eclair propped his chin up on his palm. His rudder swished back and forth like the pendulum of a metronome. "Stiffness, too?" he slyly asked. Creampuff stuck out her tongue and shoved him.

The singer snickered. "Okay, fine. Should I even bother being coy?"

"Nnnot really," Creampuff admitted. She wiggled up closer to Kahnso's snout, grabbing it in her little, webbed paws. "I think it's pretty obvious what you want. Everybody wants to try out us otters at some point!"

Both Eclair and Creampuff were so used to partners that wanted them but had no idea where to begin that they had already made up their minds on just how they'd play with Kahnso. They had a knack for coming to the same conclusions, doing so with such uncanny consistency that they giggled about being psychics now and then.

But while they could predict each other, Kahnso was the wild card, and he made that very apparent when he pulled Creampuff up higher, lifting her in a gentle claw grip. She hardly fidgeted, so accustomed to getting picked up, but when Kahnso ground his nose against her small, delicate muff, she gasped and pawed at the top of his head, putting smudges on his sunglasses. "Ooh! Don't be shy," she said with a shudder. No need to tell him that, she thought, beginning to smile enormously.

Kahnso slurped and smooched the small but inviting lips of Creampuff's pussy. Underneath his skilled, velvet tongue, her loins quivered and clenched, and she whimpered for him. Like a juicy piece of fruit, she became very wet in a hurry, but it was hidden under the enormous amount of slobber Kahnso sopped her with. Her fur was presently soaked with his drool.

Eclair watched the slobbery cunnilingus a moment longer then wiggled out of Kahnso's grasp. The fox let him go quickly when he was reminded that he was still holding the boy at all; indeed, with his tongue teasing Creampuff, holding Eclair was an artifact. The brother otter didn't mind being the lesser attraction - it pleased him to see his sister so loved and appreciated. It was something he'd seen many times already, though, so he didn't linger on the spectacle. He twisted around smoothly, momentarily making a hoop of himself before he stepped down to the big fox's groin. There, thick and fuzzy, was the rockstar's sheath and poking from it like a rich, red shade of lipstick was his penis. That Kahnso had been snoozing nude was no concern nor surprise; it was a clothing-optional cruise.

Just like Kahnso inarticulately slobbered Creampuff, whom blissfully whined and squirmed in his grip, Eclair lapped and suckled the tip of the singer's cock. Pre oozed from it like nothing he'd ever seen aside from a stallion. He gulped down all he could, eager to taste the big, masculine fox. His rudder wagged fast and his small cock stiffened, escaping its sheath to leave a stripe of precum on the fox's belly. Undulating his narrow body, Eclair masturbated himself with Kahnso's smooth fur as he played with the singer's penis. Very little of the thing fit into his mouth; in fact, not much more than the pointed tip made it inside. But with his soft webbed paws, he stroked what he couldn't cram in. The constant drool of pre, growing thicker and coming in spurts now, made it clear what a good job the boy was doing.

The tasty treat that was Creampuff was as much responsible for Kahnso's hard-on as Eclair's work. The brother otter knew that; but Kahnso himself didn't, not exactly. He seemed more enthralled than anything else by just slathering the girl's loins with his big tongue. He was aiming less and less for her cunt in particular and so most of her hind-end got a good, sloppy slurping too From the middle of her rudder to the flat stretch of her tummy and all along everything in between, Creampuff glistened with slobber. With time passing by and the pleasure mounting, she began to croon and puff for the rockstar more heavily. She bit her lower jowl, flushing its brown flesh white around her teeth. She sluiced Kahnso's long, barbaric hair through her fingers over and over, leaving it messy and tangled. Her whole body was tingling, and her toes were curling.

The brother otter's suckling was beaten by Kahnso's lewd, wet munching upon his sister and her constant cries, which were becoming markedly less modest by the second. The fox's cock was still growing from its sheath, already a frightful length to such a small creature. He pulled his lips off of its tip, leaving it caked in saliva like his squirming, panting sister. A smile on his face, he wriggled up next to the shaft, which jutted proudly from Kahnso's loins, twitching with its throbs and loosing great wads of pre. The knot struggled in the sheath, pulling it taut and making its flesh flush a pinkish hue from the stretch. With the same gentle motion of tugging down a sock, Eclair grasped the singer's sheath in his paws and eased it downward, making the knot pop free and the sheath fall slack around the more narrow base. He rocked back on his butt, his scrotum resting on the rockstar's navel. Kahnso's prick was nearly as tall as Eclair. No way it's fitting inside either of us, not in a million years, the otter thought coyly, scooting closer, wrapping his hindlegs Indian-style around the knot, but that doesn't mean I can't play with it.

Eclair squeezed the fat bulb of the knot tightly with his legs and the fox grunted, gripping the girl tighter; his thumbs dented her wiggly belly, causing her no harm. She was too taken in by his slobbering to really mind the quick pain of the squeeze. She kicked at his neck and collarbone, her paddle feet working in goofy, pleasure-numbed ways. "Mmh, goodness." Her voice was an airy squeak. A blush made her cheeks rosy and hot under her brown fur. "I'm close... I'm so-o-o clo-o-ose..."

Gripped in Eclair's strong legs, Kahnso's knot throbbed savagely, bulging so greatly that it pushed the otter's legs open a bit every time. Eclair, grinning, squeezed harder with his legs and his arms. He nuzzled the rod eagerly, licking its veiny plumpness. Precum shot from it in strangled spurts. Eclair's squeezing and rubbing had the effect of making the red meat flush pink, nearly purple toward the top. The nerves pushed to the surface of the flesh, amplifying the otter's ministrations.

Kahnso utterly lost himself in Creampuff's pussy. He was grinding stupidly upward, trying to rub himself off on Eclair, not realizing that the otter was sitting on his belly to please him in the first place - or maybe he did know, and bucking was just his way of telegraphing his pleasure, but if that wasn't, the slavering and feral way he ate the girl was. His tongue slopped and dragged over her pussylips, her winking pink anus, her stubby-stout thighs, wetly molesting all of it over and over. Slobber fell down his chin in runners, gleaming white in the moonlight. His red eyes had attained a mindless glaze, staring almost cross-eyed to focus on the lips of the otter's cunt.

Creampuff was queerly thrilled by those savage eyes and she rubbed his long snout eagerly, unintentionally smearing his drool around, leaving his short snout fur as matted and caked as that on the lower half of her body. Just as Kahnso was snorting from his big, flaring nostrils like a dragon breathing fire or a stallion at full gallop, Creampuff was panting hoarsely from her maw, her tongue hanging slack. Her insides felt soluble somehow, like the huge fox's dumb tongue and drool were going to make her melt like she was made of sugar. Her body as a whole was trembling in the singer's monstrous grip. Kahnso bucked into Eclair, whose eager work went on; Creampuff bucked into Kahnso's lips, her climax in sight.

It might have been Creampuff who felt like she was going to squirt first, but it was Kahnso who beat her there. The taste of the girl and the pleasure of the boy's work was too much to handle. It didn't matter that he'd knotted and popped in his girlfriend twice that morning when the sweat-soaked sheets were still stuck to her back; he was cumming for Eclair right now.

Kahnso's orgasm was an awesome sight for Eclair. He felt the whole shaft twitch and buck, and he held it as tight as he could in his short limbs. In concert with a sharp grunt from the singer, cum shot from the tip like a bottle rocket. It made it up nearly three feet, a long silvery runner leaping and arcing like a fish jumping from the river. It unceremoniously splatted on the deck, sounding like a spilled drink and making roughly as big a mess. More came, but Eclair was quick on the draw, standing on the knot as if mounting a pogo stick to wrap his lips around the tip. It shot into his little maw and he gulped as hard and fast as he could, but it was too much to ask of him; cum ran from the corners of his mouth, drooling down his chin. He didn't mind the mess.

Creampuff had no idea that Kahnso had gotten off. Perhaps she could smell it in the air and so she knew in some instinctive way, but it was by no means a conscious thought. She was so close to her orgasm that anything resembling rationality had long since left her head. She was batting at his muzzle, tugging at and pawing through fur, whimpering and braying and squeaking pleasured noises as he tried his best to tonguefuck her even though it wouldn't fit; she wondered if even one of his fingers could fit in her pussy and suddenly she wanted to find out, but it was too late to say anything: she was about to cum.

The girl yowled with pleasure, earning a look from Eclair, who was wiping his lips on the back of his arms. He pivoted on his butt to see, from behind, the thrashing wreck that was his sister. He put his back against Kahnso's cock, resting on it as if it were a big oak tree. A sly smile creased his snout, and he masturbated idly.

Thick honey gushed from the girl's muff, lost in Kahnso's drool but tainting it with mustelid musk. Kahnso must have realized she was cumming either from the sudden shift in taste and scent or the way she bucked in his fingers, because he wound down his slurps, bringing them in to be more mild and careful, soon to the point that he merely had his lips against her muff and his nose in her belly. He smooched her saturated pussylips and grumbled warmly for her. Creampuff, blushing a bright rosy shade and panting hotly, draped over his face and lay her muzzle between his ears. She didn't care that his sunglasses felt weird and cold against her breast.

Where there had been frenetic pleasure and desperate bucking and slurping, there was now just afterglow and a gradually-settling calm. Kahnso's penis tiredly withdrew into its sheath, its red color fully restored. Eclair, with nothing to lean on, just sat on the rockstar's thigh like one would sit on a log. He rubbed the singer's great, pulsing ballbag with a gentle foot and continued to masturbate, but his touch on both sets of genitals was slow and casual. Nevertheless, precum was strung through his fingers, smeared on his webs like candy glaze.

Creampuff wiggled off of Kahnso's face and fell against his breast. She was still breathing quickly through her mouth, body still quaking, but the pleasure was under control. She now felt lazy and dozy; with Kahnso's giant heart thumping underneath her like distant artillery fire, she could have snoozed the night away. Eclair took a longing look at his sister's soaked hindquarters and smiled wanly.

The rockstar's paws fell away, knuckles hitting the deck in a dual, dull thud. He inhaled heavily, Creampuff slightly tensing as she rose with his breath, and then he exhaled sharply, blowing his messy hair off of his face. "I can cross that one off the bucket list," he mused. Creampuff tittered and licked his neck.

"Thank you," Eclair quietly said, masturbating with one paw and rubbing Kahnso's dormant sheath with the other. "For treating my sister so well."

"Oh, shush," Creampuff groused, embarrassed and smiling, nearly to the point of grinning.

Kahnso snickered. He let one of his legs fall off the chair, too, planting his toes on the deck. "I need to move. I wasn't joking when I said I get aches."

"Oh--? Oh! I'm so sorry," the girl crooned, her tone sweet but remorseful, perpetually eager to please. She straddled Kahnso's breast, smooched his cheek, slid off of him and hit the deck on all-fours. She put one of her paws in the mess his orgasm had made and sheepishly wiped it off on a discarded towel. Eclair dismounted with a little less elan, stumbling on his landing, but he at least didn't step in semen.

When Kahnso rolled onto his belly, one arm folded under his face and the other hanging off the chair, he expected a goodbye from the otters, a thank-you for the tonguing from Creampuff, and that would be it. Instead they climbed up on him again. He was poised to wince and bitch as they scurried on his broad, sore back, but he found their bodies were actually quite soft. Like hot water bottles, their contact alone had a therapeutic effect on his tense muscles. He sighed, and a complacent smile crept across his snout.

Creampuff on the small of Kahnso's back and Eclair on his shoulder blades, the two otters began rubbing and grinding with soft paws both fore and hind. The girl looked at her brother's swollen, small erection and smiled, her lips pursed. He smiled back, verging on a grin, and began to stroke himself in full view of her. He rubbed Kahnso with his feet while he stroked.

"That feels good," Kahnso murmured, oblivious to the show going on upon his back. His tail flicked, long and lazy. By chance it brushed across Creampuff's head and she chittered, suddenly choosing to wrap herself up in its length. Kahnso laughed, tried to glance over his shoulder, failed. "Are you having fun there?"

"Mhm!" she squeaked. "Oh, your tail is so soft and I just love it so much," she gushed. "I look like a movie star!"

"Right after recording her first sex tape, I bet," Kahnso mused. Eclair allowed himself a snicker, then he wiggled down Kahnso's back. His cock left a minuscule stripe of pre on the singer's fur. He sat on the small of Kahnso's back, wrapping his paws around the fluffy stalk of his tail. Creampuff met his eyes; a coquettish look was exchanged. Kahnso interrupted it when he grunted, though with a laugh, "I'm not a playpen, all right?"

The girl, standing on Kahnso's chiseled butt cheeks, chanced a look downward. She got a look at the waiting, winking pucker down between them and a giggle started in her. It had a distinctly naughty sound. "So sorry," she said, still with that impish quality. She stepped down, taking great care not to stand on his balls, and knelt between his thighs on the chair.

An inquisitive noise escaped Kahnso. He perked up an eyebrow and swished his tail side to side, brushing its fluff on the girl's snout. "What are you up to back there?" he asked, sounding coy.

Creampuff palmed and squeezed his cheeks, stricken by how little fat there was - but, of course, there was some, and she made it jiggle. It was Eclair who answered him, however, with his cock in his paw. "Sir, do you think we're butt-kissers?"

A beat. Kahnso started to smirk. "Usually I have assistants for that, so..."

There was a mutual giggle between the two otters. Eclair, licking his lips, leaned over the fox's butt and gripped his large cheeks. With a considerable amount of effort, he pulled them apart; Kahnso huffed, blushing. "Well, we've already proven ourselves good assistants tonight, haven't we?" he mysteriously asked, and leaned down.

Creampuff took over holding the cheeks as Eclair buried his nose in the rockstar's tight, pink pucker. Being feral to a large degree, he couldn't help but sniff. The flavorsmell of Kahnso's anal musk made him shiver, his small penis throbbing harshly. He licked across the pucker, giving it a good, hard slathering, and Creampuff joined in with a sweet coo.

As incestuous brothers and sisters were prone to doing, they made out as their tongues met and tangled, but they stayed grounded on Kahnso's anus. It was never safe from their slobbering tongues and tickling whiskers; Creampuff was delighted in the idea that she was returning the favor to the singer. Eclair held a similar notion, but just the same, he was incredibly horny and happy to both kiss her and the singer's tasty ass.

Measured puffs passed Kahnso's lips. He closed his eyes, bit his bottom jowl, scraped his knuckles absently on the deck. Slowly his legs drifted further apart, the left staying barely on the chair, the right sliding off to put his toes on the deck. Under the otters' tongues, his asshole clenched and winked, clenched and winked, doing so with no rhythm. In spite of the orgasm they'd given him, he was getting hard again. It rubbed lewdly against the striped material of the beach chair.

"Fffuck me. You two are good at that," Kahnso said, his tone somehow a grousing one. "Uhn, gawd..."

Eclair pulled up, a thick runner of drool briefly linking his lips to the singer's backdoor. Creampuff continued, though without her brother as a distraction, her licks became more ponderous and deliberate. "As otters with little else to do, sir, we make a point of enjoying sex - a lot of it. We like to share it with others, too."

"Mhm," Creampuff chimed in, tongue never leaving the singer's pucker.

For a time, Eclair joined in again, and the only noises past the lap of waves cutting around the ship were the brother and sister's hungry laps and suckles. They made a meal of Kahnso's rear. They forced their tongues inside of him, slicking his anal walls in ways he'd forgotten about. Through all of it he mostly kept his head down, merely enjoying the attention. If anybody came by and saw them, he didn't really care; as far as he was concerned, who in their right mind would stop this from happening?

"Uh, god," Kahnso sighed. "I'm so fucking hard."

"Me too," said Eclair, rudder swishing. "Maybe I should do something about it."

"Maybe you should."

The boy smiled, sleaze heavy in his eyes. It was an expression Kahnso would have admired. He gazed down at his sister, still licking dutifully right up until he nudged her gently by the head. He straightened the flower behind her ear and said softly, "I'll take over. You... you do something else. I'm sure you can find some way to please our guest."

Like a little girl finishing a glass of milk, Creampuff came up for air and boyishly wiped her lips on the back of her arm. She giggled, nodded, gave her brother a smooch on the nose. If only one of them had smelled so strongly of musk, the other would have dispensed with much teasing; but they both smelled heavily of Kahnso, so neither noticed the heavy scent hanging on the other's face. She scooted off of the chair and made her way around to the front where she began to flirt with Kahnso with kisses and rubs.

Eclair moved with the grace and playfulness his species was known for, slipping around the tail, twisting a full one-eighty and putting himself in nearly the same position which his sister had been in. He palmed the singer's heavy balls for a moment then pulled apart the cheeks again. He climbed up, taking care where his feet went, and more or less put the whole of his hips in the singer's ass crack. Kahnso, though taken in by the girl's coquettish behavior, snapped a severe look over his shoulder. He said nothing.

Wearing a grin which wouldn't have been out of place on the Cheshire Cat, Eclair entered Kahnso. His small penis glided past the singer's anus with no pain whatsoever. The great amount of slobber lubricated them both. He moaned deeply, rubbing the cheeks and the hips of the rock singer as he savored that flesh at an idle.

"You're only getting away with this because you're so goddamn cute," Kahnso grumbled. Creampuff giggled and hugged his muzzle. She pecked him between the eyes.

"I'd, ah, I'd heard something that I think applies here," said Eclair, grinding into Kahnso with short strokes. They were all he needed; his small penis already tingled with pleasure, his small balls pulling into a tight and inoffensive coinpurse against his body. He played with the singer's fluffy tail, nuzzling it, sliding his paws on it and always going with the grain. "It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission, is that it?"

Kahnso sneered, showing his enamel. Creampuff's paw absently rubbed his jowl and felt along his teeth. The size awed her. "Something like that," he said. He reached around the edge of the chair, the aluminum tube of the frame slotting into the crook of his elbow. He palmed his naked cock through the fabric of the seat and huffed.

Creampuff followed his movement, her eyes taking on shades of coyness. Clasping her paws before her belly and rocking slightly on her heels, she cooed, "Would you like if I took care of that for you?"

The fox met her eyes, blushing like he'd been caught jerking off - which he had been, except it was expected of him. Realizing that, he hid the embarrassed expression and said in an off-handed macho way, "Uh, nah. That's fine, honey. Just checking my package, really." He let his paw fall aside, defeated.

This was amusing to Eclair, but not as interesting as his impending release. His green eyes rolled back into his skull, and he closed his lids tight. He bit his lip, flushing all color out of it. A droning, crowing noise escaped him, and his body, which idled at wiggly, began to tremble against the singer's hard ass. Eclair suddenly erupted into Kahnso, blasting forth his thick yet minuscule ropes of spunk.

Kahnso grunted, huffed, pushed his muzzle into Creampuff's rubbing paws. A miffed blush warmed his cheeks and subsequently her mitts. "Done back there?" he asked, sounding indifferent.

"Uh-huh," Eclair answered, following it with a sigh. He pulled back slowly, holding Kahnso's cheeks apart in his paws, though his orgasm had mostly wrung the strength out of him. The tiniest dribble of semen fell from Kahnso's anus, running down his taint, caking in the dense fur on the back of his balls. He smiled and leaned close to the mess, starting at the balls and slurping up over and over again until he sopped the fur down but cleaned the mess out of it. He followed his leaking jizz up the source and he pressed his soft lips to the singer's pucker. In afterglow, Kahnso's anal musk seemed somehow more mild to him; his senses were no longer heightened. He silently lamented this as he pulled back one last time, leaving Kahnso cleaned of semen, merely covered with slobber.

"What shall we do now?" asked Creampuff mildly, still palming Kahnso's snout as if massaging it.

"Uh, well, now," Kahnso murmured, sounding tired, "I think I'm gonna go fuck my girlfriend."

The brother and sister watched despondently but silently as Kahnso got up from the beach chair, movements sluggish and muscles sore. They stood side by side, paw in paw, his rudder laying over hers, looking like bride and groom at a lutrine wedding. Kahnso started up the deck, towards the entry into the hotel-like cabin. Thirty feet from the otters, he paused, looked over his shoulder, and smiled. "You two coming or what?"

Giggling and full of boundless energy, they darted after Kahnso, becoming little more than brown blurs in the chalky light. They circled his feet, then walked with him when he began to move. They were eager to meet the kind of lady somebody like Kahnso dated.