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Athletics, be it playing a team sport, or going to the gym to shed a few pounds, were always easier with a friend.

If you asked Timothy and Skipper, however, they'd tell you that it didn't get any better than having your brother at your side.

A pair of otter twins that were almost inseparable, Timothy and Skipper didn't have the kind of sibling rivalry that was nearly tradition for some twins. They fell to the opposite end of the spectrum, doing almost everything together: they shared friends, they shared food, they tried to get into all of the same classes in high school, and now, as young adults, they were even going to the same college, and sharing a dorm room.

Even though their mother cautioned that they might grow tired of each other if they kept up their lives such a way, the boys didn't much care to listen. They shared the kind of bond that very few people would ever hope to have with a fellow sibling, and for the time being, they didn't want things to change.

Perhaps the activity that they bonded over the most was swimming, and beyond their natural propensity to enjoy the water, the otters were exceptionally talented swimmers. They practiced as faithfully as any coach could ever hope for, and were enjoying partial scholarships in their first year of college, with a potential incentive to achieve a full ride, if they lived up to their impressive potential.

There was something about the water, however, that always struck them in a certain way...

"Think you're about done for the afternoon? I can barely move!" Timothy called back to his brother, as he reached the far end of the lap pool. The sun was just fading out behind the horizon for the evening, casting shades of orange and gold across the blue of the pool water, and creating a gorgeous image that only the rippling of the pool could create.

Skipper reached the wall just a moment later, as the pair weren't racing for speed, but going for distance and endurance. "I...y-yeah..." he panted, as the webbing between his paws clenched onto the tiles of the edge of the pool. "I can't imagine doing another lap, honestly..."

The coach would have been proud to see such dedication, if they were around. Instead, this late, the pool was typically supposed to be closed, but the coach left it open for a couple hours after regular practice let out, so that his swimmers could get in a few extra laps of practice, if they truly felt that they needed it.

Timothy and Skipper were the only ones who ever seemed to take advantage of the same...and the twin smirks on their muzzles was merely a hint as to why.

"Hopefully you didn't burn off all of your energy?"

Skipper rolled his eyes for a moment, but his paws were already letting go of the wall so that he could drift under the barrier between the lanes. "I think I saved just enough," he admitted, as he came up on the other side, before gripping the wall next to his brother. "Something told me I should be expecting a little conditioning after practice."

"You're such a dork," Timothy lamented, before he leaned in a little closer to his brother. A pair of slim, lithe bodies floated side by side before bumping into each other, and just above where their hips met, lips soon followed, as Timothy took the initiative.

Somehow, despite all of the rather obvious signs, their parents had never picked up on it. Even their friends, who were nothing more than cover dates for the prom, didn't really have a clue how close Timothy and Skipper were.

Their relationship was their own little secret, and being a pair of otters, there was no better place to share that love than the pool. In years past, they had to sneak off to ponds, rivers, and even the shower to satisfy their needs, but at their new college, they'd found the perfect little retreat, and without anyone near by, Timothy was happy to start their post-practice ritual with a firm, aggressive kiss.

Skipper happily obliged his brother and smoothed his lips gently against Timothy's, allowing his brother to take the lead with the situation, at least, for the moment. Skipper was just as guilty for instigating the moment, as he intentionally lagged behind Timothy all throughout practice, just so he could admire the slim, taut rump his brother was blessed with, without arousing any suspicions. The standard uniform of nothing more than a hip-hugging, bulge-showing speedo meant that Skipper could feast his eyes without even having to try and undress his brother, and he knew that Timothy often took advantage of the same.

His own speedo was growing tighter by the second, as his long, thin member began growing thicker and fuller against the painfully tight fabric.

"Mnnn...nnn. N-no, no..." Timothy mumbled against his brother's lips, as he broke the kiss. "Don't hold it back. Let it out, Skipper..."

A devious, webbed paw slipped down along the slim, toned muscles of Skipper's abdomen, allowing the tiny creases between abs to guide it, until it reached the hem of his stretching speedo. There was no hesitation as pawtips dipped inside and fished out the growing length, and with a quiet giggle, Timothy squeezed the flesh in his paw and began to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of the fat and muscle reshaping as he toyed around with it. There was always something so fascinating about his brother's cock, even if it was so similar to his own, and he loved the way it felt in his grip, even after years of being able to play with it almost whenever he wished.

Skipper certainly wasn't complaining, as he shuddered in his brother's touch. The water churned up around his trembling body as he gripped the wall a little tighter, and the royal blue fabric of his speedo was pushed down a little further as Timothy set his manhood free.

"And now t-that you've got it out," Skipper tried to speak, though his words were broken apart by a subtle gasp, "Just what d-do you plan to do with it?"

It was almost silly for the otter to ask, and before the question was even finished, Timothy was already dipping under the water. Practicing his natural ability to stay under the water quite a bit longer than most species, Timothy sucked in a breath and held it...all while his muzzle wrapped around Skipper's cock. The mingled feeling of a slick, slippery tongue and the pool water moving around his member was enough to leaving Skipper trembling all over again, and his footpaws struggled to keep him upright as he winced with forbidden, incestuous pleasure.

Skilled as he was, Timothy was able to smile around his own brother's cock and bob his head, while slipping his own speedo off of his body to free his own erection. The mere sight of his brother in the pool made it a struggle to stay soft throughout practice, and when the area finally cleared, Timothy simply didn't have the restraint left to take things slow.

Even as delicious as Skipper was in his maw, Timothy was ready for more, and he had a feeling that his brother was, as well, when he felt precum mingling with the water that was trapped in his mouth.

Coming up for a breath and swallowing the whole lot, Timothy let out a few quick pants and made a spinning gesture at Skipper with his paw. Being so close, they had their own little version of sign language, and Skipper blushed as he spun around and dove to the bottom of the pool.

From there, it was almost a play by memory, as Skipper rested his back flat against the bottom surface of the pool. Timothy swam down and descended on his brother, and with a knowing paw, he lifted Skipper's tail and pulled a thick, wide object free; there was a plug hiding in his tailhole all throughout practice, to ensure that they could jump right into the deed when practice was over.

Ever impressed with his brother, Timothy yanked Skipper's legs up and settled down on his knees. Flat to the bottom surface of the pool, they were completely hidden, even if someone entered the area, and in the unlikely event that they were discovered, they weren't going to stop for anyone, at this point.

They simply couldn't; not when Skipper felt the tip of his brother's cock filling the void that was left by the plug, and giving him the delightful, familiar sensation of being stuffed in a way that only his own brother had ever been able to accomplish.

Still so fucking tight, even after you used the plug, Timothy thought. Bubbles of air rose up to the surface as he moaned under the water and winced his eyes shut, able to feel his brother's inner muscles clenching around his invading length.

The gentle slap of his sack against Skipper's backside was all that it took for the other twin to moan, as well, and his own air bubbles traveled to the surface as he reached out and stroked the base of his cock. He could feel Timothy's paw rubbing playfully over the tip of his member while he pumped the shaft, all while his own brother speared him on his rod and filled him with delightful, incestuous flesh.

Oxygen was quick to run thin for the pair, even with their advanced abilities, but they stayed under the water as long as they could, gently bouncing against each other until they were finally forced to surface. Cradling his twin up to his chest, Timothy kicked with his legs and carried Skipper up. They shared a long, deep breath, and a quick, playful taste of the lips before settling back to the bottom.

Please don't hold back, Timothy. I'm gonna cum any second, Skipper allowed his mind to wander, pretending that their bond was so strong that Timothy actually could read his thoughts. He knew that such wasn't actually possible, but the desperate look of need in his eyes would be plain to anybody, and especially to his own brother, who knew him so well...both inside and out.

It was a look that Timothy couldn't ignore, and further couldn't resist, as he felt the familiar rumblings of an orgasm in the base of his sack. Skin went taut around the orbs within as climax rattled his body, and a furious rush of bubbles erupted from his muzzle as he cried out with ecstasy, pounding into his brother with all of the energy that his exhausted body still held.

Stroking his cock rapidly and gazing up into the matching eyes of his twin, Skipper allowed a shy smile to cross his muzzle as his cum burst from the tip of his cock and streaked across Timothy's paws. Making a mess of the webbing and floating around in the water, the twins knew that they were going to make a mess with their seed, but it would eventually drain from the pool, and at the end of the day, their secret would be safe, even as more of the same heated cum poured into Skipper's ass. His thick, rudder tail flickered around with delight as his inner walls were simply painted with the mess, and he willfully clenched down around his brother's cock, wishing that he could trap it within his rear entrance for the rest of the evening.

He never wanted to be without that delightful feeling of Timothy's length...even if he knew he'd have to release it only moments later.

**

The shower after the pool was always a bit of a riskier act, but the brothers knew that no one else was coming into the pool that late, so they weren't shy about the way that they washed each other.

Paws roamed freely over twin forms, massaging each and every little nook and cranny with delicate touches. The brothers knew each other better than anyone else could ever know them, and whether it was the sensitive spot at the base of Timothy's spine, or the ticklish little pocket of flesh behind Skipper's right knee, nothing was glazed over; everything was given the time and care that it deserved.

"Think we'll have time for a little fun at the dorm tonight?" Timothy asked, ever the aggressor of the two. He was gently fondling his brother's sack, even as the cleansing spray of the water washed away the messy remains of their lovemaking.

Skipper was growing stiff again in his webbed paws, but he tried to keep it all contained. "I've got class pretty early in the morning," he pointed out, knowing that it would draw a pout from Timothy.

"But...I'm sure I could sneak in one last training session at the dorms before bed."