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"Hey, Luke. Come look at this?"

Cold winter day - thank God we had no plans outside the house. From where I sat on the futon, all that I could see through the picture window to my right was just... grey sky, flat, dreary. Hell, just looking at it was enough to make me tug my blanket tighter around my shoulders. My college had given me around a month off of classes for the holidays, so I figured this would be a better time than ever to finally pay a visit to my cousin Cole, who was playing a survival game on his computer in front of me

"Sure." It'd probably be better if I put on socks, but... they had some damn nice carpet in this house. Felt really nice on the toes and webbings when I stood up to make my way over. "What's up?"

I draped my arms over the back of his chair, fingers just barely grazing against the fur of his shoulders. Where I would be warmer with socks, he would be warmer with a goddamn shirt. Just like me, though, he kept a thick blanket around himself, and shifted a little when he felt my touch.

"Here, look at this..." ...and he pointed to his screen. Leaning over him like this, his gentle scent - vaguely familiar without being something I could name right off, warm and tinged with a bit of natural sweetness - tickled at my nose, made me want to lean in just a little bit closer. It was... embarrassing, sure, not something I'd openly admit to much of anyone, but Cole and I had a bit of a... a thing, for lack of a better word. He'd visited me at my place once, we went on a walk to the park, he admitted to me that he'd had feelings for another guy, and... well. I'm not really sure how it got started from there, but it sure as hell did.

While explaining what he'd pointed out on his screen, I also grinded forward against the back of his chair, careful not to make the motion too obvious. Remembering that day at the park, our closeness, how I'd gotten that scent of his as well as the musk of his arousal caught in the fur of my upper lip and sticking to the back of my throat... honestly, this was all part of the reason I'd decided to come for a visit this week. I just... hadn't really planned for my aunt, his mother, to be here most of the day. Still, though, I was patient.

Something told me that this otter had the same thing in mind, the same thoughts and plans. It was that inquisitive glitter in his cinnamon-brown eyes, the way his whiskers and ears perked up when he looked at me, his tone of voice - soft and low, though still bright. Someone hadn't looked at me like that in a long time.

He pointed to something else at the screen, and I reached forward, partly to move his paw away to see and partly so I could give that paw a light squeeze - where our fingers briefly intertwined. Funny thing about that day in the park: before that, it had been _years_since we had last seen each other. We'd both been pups before then. I almost didn't recognize him when he'd shown up to my house, and then those _events_went down, and afterwards... I felt closer to him than most other people.

Tonight would be my third night spent here. Aunt Laura had set up the spare room in the house for me, complete with a nice twin bed, two soft pillows, and a set of thick, heavy blankets. The first night had been a little tough for me, rolling around in this strange bed with these strange smells wafting around (everyone's house smells different, after all), in this strange place.

But then, around one in the morning, my door had creaked open. Cole came in wearing these absolutely _adorable_sailboat pajamas that looked like they'd been purchased for him when he was sixteen, closed the door behind him - clicked the lock - and then made his way over to my bed... everything got a lot warmer and a lot more comfortable when he slid under the blankets next to me. The feeling of well-trimmed claws tracing along my bare side, the pressure of a nose against mine followed by a kiss to the lips, a second, a third - then those paws made their way up to my muzzle to hold me there while his tongue slid in against mine...

He left my bedroom to slip back into his before morning. The next day Laura didn't say anything to us, so I think it's safe to say she hadn't heard the squeaking of the mattress and bedframe that shortly followed. After he left, the night felt even colder than it had before, but he'd left me with a pulsing warmth that didn't go away - to say nothing about the deeper carnal heat thrumming in my loins, that residual and resilient want and desire. It was hard to act like we were just cousins around Aunt Laura. Then again, our actual blood relation wasn't something that we discussed.

"Okay..." he said, adjusting his position in his seat. "I think I got it. Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem." Instead of heading back over to sit down, I remained standing behind him, claws of one paw gently and steadily combing through the fur of his shoulder. He leaned back, his thick rudder tail gently wrapping around my ankle near the floor.

And we remained like this for a while, just... playing a game, watching a game, enjoying each other's presence and warmth and, in some cases, assistance; he had to ask me for help a few more times along the way. We didn't even hear Laura's knock on the door, and then both jumped a little once she'd started speaking.

"Hey, boys?" she said. I could remember spending time with her and young Cole when I was a little pup, and always thought she was the nicest out of any of my aunts. Now that my cousin was older, though, I could see just how much he took from her: same facial structure, same eye color, same general personality, same general timbre of voice. "A friend of mine invited me up out of town for a visit, so I think I'll be going and then staying the night there tonight. Will you be okay on your own?"

Cole looked over his shoulder, not even taking the time to pause his game. "Yes, Mom."

"There's a pizza in the freezer, some stuff in the pantry, I think some of last weekend's soup still in the fridge... Lukas, you know how to cook, right?"

"I can make a _killer_plate of nachos."

"Well, alright. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Yes, Mom."

We both remained where we were, heads tilted towards the door and ears perked, listening to her soft footsteps along the carpeted floor, the jangling of her keys, the opening of the garage door... which then closed a little bit after. Cole's other paw gradually made its way up to the Esc key to pause his game, and then, he sat back in his chair, leaning his muzzle back to look up at me. God, I wanted to kiss him, seeing those bright eyes and that expectant look on his face... not that I wouldn't get to, of course. We both knew what was coming.

The creak of the chair as he stood up, the noises of the carpeted floor under my feet when we started making our way out of the room and down the hall... it was like high school with my boyfriends all over again, jumping into action as soon as the parents left. One time with one of my wolf friends, one of my first sexual partners... God, he came over as soon as he'd gotten the text message that my mom was gone for a few hours, and by the time he left again, I had his musk on my lips, streaked across my face, on my tongue, beneath the base of my tail. He actually had to sneak out through my bedroom window, because we'd heard the garage door rumbling open right as he pounded his load into me again.

Cole's paw on mine, fingers squeezing - I could feel his slight nervousness in his grip and pulse. The past two nights I'd been here, he'd snuck into my bed so we could more fully_enjoy each other's presence, and yet he still seemed a little unsure of himself. Maybe it was just because this would be the first time where we wouldn't have to worry about the noise we made: about the squeaking and creaking of the mattress and bedframe, of our own gasps and breathy moans, of the _"God - Luke-" he'd hissed last night when I'd hilted under his tail.

I'd never _thought_I was into biting before. But Cole just drew something out of me that made me want to dig my teeth into his shoulder while pounding up into him. Didn't seem like he minded.

As soon as we got into my bedroom, he spun around to face me, slid his paws down my sides, swiftly started working at the button and zipper of my fly. Pants went first followed by underwear, and he gently massaged my sack and half-hard shaft with one paw while helping with my shirt with the other; then, I returned the favor, pushing him down over the edge of the mattress halfway through.

Lips against his neck as I slid his pants down his legs, claws drawing lines through the fur of his thighs, fangs gently nipping into the skin of his shoulder... Cole tilted his muzzle away from mine to allow me more room, a light moan slipping out between his parted lips. It was my turn to feel him up, then, my turn to caress his balls and run my fingers along his sheath, warm and plump, with a little bit of his slick flesh already coaxed out of the end. Screw anything else I had in mind: having his heat on my paws and his musk in my nose, wafting up a little more strongly with each movement, made me just want to ride him into the bed like he'd done me these past two nights.

And with Laura gone for the night, I could do just that and more. He'd have both claw pricks _and_bite marks along his neck and shoulders by the time I was done with him. My lips soon made their way up to his for a few gentle kisses to start, of course followed by multiple deeper ones that we each had to tilt our muzzles for. While doing that, one paw on his chin keeping him close, I started to climb up over him, reached back to rub his cock the rest of the way out of his sheath so I could grind on him and get him ready-

But, then, his paw pressed against my chest, gentle yet firm. He pulled away from me. "Wait - Luke..."

"Huh?" I settled back onto him, and even with that look on his face, Cole apparently couldn't help but grind up under my tail once. "Everything okay?"

This better not be the talk about oh we shouldn't be doing this 'cause we're cousins and blah blah blah...

Cole's little teacup ears flicked back and stayed that way. His eyes refused to focus on mine for longer than a half-second at a time, and the more he tried, the deeper his cheeks and those ears tinted with a warm blush. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, it's just..."

His head tilted further to the side when I leaned in to nuzzle against his cheek.

"I want you to-"

"To ride you?"

"No. Well, yeah, but not now. Right now I want you to... um..." And he brought both of his paws up between us, fiddling with his claws. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur. "I want you to... fuck my sheath..."

And he covered his face with his paws. At first, I wasn't sure how to respond, but the more I thought about it... instead of turning around and sliding up into his sheath right then and there, I shifted back and dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs, tugging him closer to the edge of the bed as I went. A little yip made its way out through his lips.

Cole glanced down at me between his fingers. "What are you - doing?"

"Well, I gotta get you ready, don't I?"

This was almost exactly like how that day in the park had gone. Curiosity got the better of first one and then the other of them, Cole was all blushy and squirmy, I just wanted something on my tongue... now, he looked as if he had something more to say, but those words faded on his tongue as I pressed my nose up against the soft fur of his sheath.

Warm, plump, his natural musk emanating from this general area and hanging heavily on the air, making me shiver and only further stiffen up with each inhalation. This scent was one I'd tasted once before I'd come to visit, and honestly, I'd missed it until my first night when I finally shoved my muzzle between his legs again. There was just something about it, distantly similar to my own with its own spice and character, strengthening on the way up towards the slitted end... the flesh of that rim, slick and pink on the inside, carried that musk the strongest.

Even then, it was still soft, still gentle. He must've showered before I arrived, and then just _didn't_have a strong scent - or taste: again and again I swirled my tongue around the revealed tip of his cock, gradually sliding it in under the supple skin of his sheath and digging deeper. Enough for me to notice, not enough for Aunt Laura to notice if she were to brush by me the in the hallway - which she _had_done the other night, after Cole had thrust into my muzzle and emptied his load into the back of my throat. God, it was so hard not to rub the base of his sheath and squeeze my lips around the tip of his cock, to work him further out into my muzzle and get him off that way, but... honestly, I was interested. I, too, wanted to try this.

I could feel the nervousness and tension slip out of his body as I focused my tongue more on his sheath. Supple skin, tight but stretchy and receptive to almost anything I did: tongue slid in between that and his cock, or tugging gently outwards, or digging in against the base of his still-growing shaft where that flesh pulsed the warmest and tightest... of course I had to repeatedly bring my tongue back into my maw to ensure that he'd be properly slickened up. This wasn't anything we'd tried before, and as far as I could remember, I was one of (if not the) only sexual partner he'd had, especially of the same gender.

If this felt anything like it did to have a tongue under my foreskin, then - hell, I was surprised he hadn't been pushed to his full arousal yet. With every low, shuddering exhalation of breath above me, I could feel his shaft give another twitch against the surface or side of my tongue, buried between that stiff flesh and the slicker, softer interior skin of his sheath, feeling like it grew tighter and tighter as he got harder. Of course we'd have to keep him stretched out, so I pressed my tongue against the rim and inner skin of his sheath with steadily more force and hunger.

Before long, I couldn't tell if it was his natural slickness I was swallowing down or my own saliva. It dripped down my chin, had already soaked into the fur around my lips, and the mixed scents and tastes had been ground against my upper lip so I breathed it in with every inhalation - not to mention the tip of his cock twitching and leaking pre right against my nose... again, it was so hard not to change the focus of my licking to that cock, especially as I could now taste him as strongly as I could smell him.

Cole wriggled and writhed under my licking and digging my tongue deep into his sheath, far enough that my jaw started to ache with its churning. Didn't feel quite unlike digging my tongue underneath someone's tail, except nowhere near as tight, and considerably easier. Nothing keeping me from moving down as far as I physically could, until my muzzle pressed against his inner thighs with my tongue against the base of his cock buried far in that sheath... now instead of his tip under my nose, it dripped against the back of my tongue, stretched to its fullest.

It certainly felt like his sheath was stretchy enough to accommodate my tongue and probably two or three fingers on either side, just stretching him out further... looks like we _wouldn't_have to wait until another day to do this.

His eyes, half-closed, met mine as I started to rise to my feet again. There was so much I wanted, so much electric arousal thrumming through my body... maybe after this, he'd still let me ride him. I braced one leg against the edge of the mattress, my paw settled against his thigh.

"You ready, Cole?"

He swallowed, and lifted himself up onto his elbows. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm - I'm ready."

Another thing that felt weird was getting over him like this. He had to scoot back along the bed so I'd have enough room to keep my balance above him, and then we both had to turn to the side in this - goddamn twin-sized bed... every time in the past when I'd gotten into this position over someone, it was to get my mouth on whatever they had between their legs and take their tongue under my tail at the same time.

Not that I was complaining about this, though. Really, I had no idea how to go about this, so I just... started. Something told me that even with how thoroughly I'd shoved my tongue into his sheath (if I squeezed it with a paw and pulled it up over the tip of his cock, a little bit of mixed pre, saliva, and liquid musk oozed out of the end and down over my thumb), we'd still need a bit more lube, so I spat into my other paw and briefly slickened myself up with it. Then, with that same paw, I angled my cock down towards the lip of his sheath, out of which his tip still protruded...

It was tough at first, of course. Even when I held his sheath open with a finger and thumb (which made him squirm underneath me and moan), I still kept on pushing too hard or at the wrong angle, which resulted in me slipping out of him. The feeling of it, of that hot, slick flesh against the head of my cock and rim of my foreskin, squeezing down with every throb from my cousin beneath me... it made it hard to focus and tough to go at a pace that was comfortable for both of us. Really, the only issue for me was the tightness on my sensitive head, while Cole underneath me...

"-Slower," he panted, claws digging gently into my thighs from behind. I'd managed to fit most of my head into his sheath, my paw now squeezing his rim and keeping it there. "Sorry. I just - I don't remember you being so thick..."

"I'm not," was my response - and, really, I wasn't. I always say, I'm just barely on the upper end of average. "You'll get used to it, Cole..." ...hopefully.

Once I had managed to get my paw around his sheath, things got a lot easier. From there I could slowly, gently churn my hips forward and back, each thrust sinking deeper into his warm, wet sheath. I'd seen videos of this before, a picture or two of someone hilted in someone else's sheath, but - feeling the tightness of _his_around my shaft and the difficulty that it took to push further every time, that definitely would have to come later.

I hadn't had much experience topping, but this... God. A glance down confirmed that I'd managed to press about half of my full length into his sheath, with the shape of my cock visible stretching out his supple skin... and I could feel that this would be about as much as he'd be able to fit without causing a bit of pain. Every little breath of his washed out against my tail behind me, and every movement of mine caused him to squeeze my thighs again, or lift his hips up or lower them down, or something like that.

Of course we still had to go about this slowly. Just like the first time I'd fucked him from behind, I had to slowly, slowly pull back out almost all the way and then sink back in, and from there start a gentle rhythm. If I pulled out too far I know I'd have to go through the trouble of stretching him with my fingers to get back in, and I doubt either of us had the patience for that: even though I could feel him trying not to give in, his cock still steadily pulsed and hardened underneath mine, both of ours occupying the same tight space made even warmer by that closeness.

"God..." I heard him pant from behind me. He moved his paws up from my legs to my rudder, stretched out over his chest and hanging off the edge of the bed. "Luke..."

"What? Slow down again?" My pace had been steadily picking up the longer I spent squeezing his sheath around my cock. What could I say? It felt damn good, better than I'd expected. We certainly would have to get him nice and stretched out, so that I could pound his sheath just like he had me pound his rump.

His response came a little bit delayed, with his arousal audible under his words. "No, just..." And, here, he actually lifted his hips up against me as I slowly slid back in. "Feels good..."

The longer we spent warming up, the harder it got to hold myself back. I started to thrust forward into his sheath, remain buried as far as I could, and then slide slowly backwards again and again, every time a little bit faster, a little bit harder than the one before. Every time also pushed another gentle "aah-" out from the otter underneath me, still squirming and grinding back against me, still squeezing my tail. "Yeah... it does..."

And, then, all speech fell away. The only noises were that of the bed squeaking quietly underneath us especially as we really got into it, as well as our panting, our moaning, the occasional gasp or yip of discomfort or pain. I had to readjust the way I sat on his lower belly so I could fuck his sheath the way I wanted, riding forward and back, forward and back with his supple skin still held firmly around my length. Just as I could feel his my thrusts against his tightness rolling my foreskin back and forth, I was sure he could feel it, too. All of that just continued to build up the bright, hot pleasure in my abdomen, the urgency and fervency of approaching climax...

"Lukas-" he said at one point. I thought I was just hearing things: Cole hardly ever used my full name, and besides, I couldn't hear much over the rhythmic squeaking of the bed under my fast, hard thrusts deep into the warmth of his sheath. "Are you - about to..."

It was hard to speak. I had to swallow, clear my throat, swallow again, lick my lips... and still I slid my hips forward and back over his lower belly, driving deep into his sheath and then coming back out to the rim of my head, again and again. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm-"

"Do it," he panted, and again squeezed my tail. "I want you to do it in my sheath."

Hell, there was no stopping me. I could feel myself trip over the edge about halfway through his sentence, and then picked up my pace and force even further, arched my back, moaned through gritted teeth - and then pounded firmly and deeply into his tight skin, every pulse shooting through my body and emptying another spurt of thick cum against the base of his shaft, both of us buried in that hot, slick flesh. Throb, throb, throb - my load quickly filled his sheath, covering most of both of our lengths, and then oozed out the rim of his skin around us just like my saliva had before.

Chest heaving with heavy breaths, I finally released his sheath from my paw. My still-hard cock remained buried a little further than halfway in that skin, until I started to tug back: then it slid free and dripped the rest of my load out onto the outside, with a good bit of his cock having worked its way out of that stretched sheath along the way.

Even with that, though, even with about half my length having just been buried in that sheath - well, you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at it. You'd have to lean down, maybe shove your tongue in it, pull it open with a pair of fingers...

So, that done, I rolled off of him and slid back down between his legs, running my nose up along his cum- and saliva-soaked pubic fur, and lapping off my load that continued to drip out of the edge of his sheath. Now, I didn't feel bad about getting him to his full hardness - though I hoped he didn't expect me to go any further. The exhaustion following that powerful orgasm had already hit me in force, and I hardly had the energy to focus on-

"Luke," he murmured, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at him, my own cum on the end of my tongue.

"Mm?"

"Will you - will you ride me? I know you just came, I know you're tired, but... you'll probably work yourself up again trying to sit back onto me..."

...Really, could I say no to him?