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Unless Part One By Green

The sun shone bright overhead in a clear blue sky as the sleek brown forms splashed and frolicked in the clean, clear water, darting about with quick kicks by powerful legs or redirecting themselves with a twitch of a thick, muscular tail. From time to time, one of them would pop up above the surface of the lake, revealing themselves as a pair of very, very similar-looking morphic otters. They looked the same from the shapes of their faces to the twinkle in their eyes and the lopsided smirks they wore as they playfully enjoyed the cool water on this hot summer day. The reason for their similarity went beyond their shared mustelid heritage; the two men were brothers, identical twin brothers, and they had the lake all to themselves today. Even when there were others about, this wasn't a very heavily populated place, and it never got crowded or especially busy. Naturally, that was a big part of the reason it held such appeal to Nigel and James Ellison in the first place. Their family was a rather well-off one, with a large estate in the hills, and while the whole family enjoyed swimming in their primary home's impressive pool (almost as necessary to survive for an otter as air and food), it didn't hold a candle to the relaxing feeling of just spending time in a large, natural body of water. So, the twins spent a lot of time in the summer months staying in a cabin out here by Lake Tescin, where they could relax and enjoy a good solid swim whenever they wanted. After a time, they surfaced near each other, treading water easily with their webbed toes and fingers, their tails churning the water. "You wanna pack it in?" asked James, needlessly nodding towards the cabin on the shore. Nigel immediately nodded back. "Yeah, sure, had a good workout already," he said, "race you to the shore!" The two otters took off like bullets, each grinning beneath the surface as he hurried to best his brother.

It was an incredibly close call, but Nigel begrudgingly admitted that James had beaten him by a whisker's breadth. When they climbed from the water, they stood for a moment on the narrow beach, their fur glistening in the warm sunlight, water dripping from everything except for their rather tight, form-fitting swimsuits, which were designed to minimize drag... and show their bodies off to any appreciative eyes in the area. As the twins slipped into their flip-flops and retrieved their towels from the old wooden deck chair set up in the sand, each of them took furtive glances towards the other. The lake wasn't the only reason they enjoyed spending time at the cabin, after all. As they walked the short distance to their cabin, and Nigel retrieved his key from within his towel's folds, they chatted about nothing important; the temperature of the water, the beautiful cloudless day, whether or not there'd be anything good on TV that night, and whether or not they'd need to go into the tiny town nearby to get more food or beer for the fridge. But when they walked through the door, locking it behind them, the twins fell silent, a slightly tense look on their faces. Then they kicked off their sandals and stretched in the front entryway of the (relatively) humble cabin, which mostly consisted of one great big open room with a kitchen area, a 'living room' section with a couch, a couple of chairs, and a TV, and the front area where they currently found themselves, with enough space for the shoes and over-clothes of many guests. There was also a small alcove for the washer and dryer, a few separated bedrooms, and a rather large bathroom attached to the main room, so that a certain level of privacy was easily attainable. Which made it very strange, then, that after stretching, both Ellisons proceeded to walk into the middle of the front entryway and strip off their swimsuits, getting naked in the open right in front of each other.

The reason for their strange behaviour was a secret held close to the brothers' hearts; the two otters had always been very, very close, being twins and all. As identical twins, they liked to say from time to time that they were really just two of the same person, so they were more than brothers and best friends, and they'd always confided their problems and worries and hopes for the future in each other more easily than anyone else. As they'd grown up and realized, independently, that they were attracted to their fellow men and not to women, Nigel and James confessed to each other on the same night, months before they came out to the rest of their family. The Ellisons were a very loving bunch, running very much contrary to the stereotypes about upper-class families, and the fact that the twins were gay made absolutely no difference to their parents or to Laura and Britney, their sisters (Laura was a year older than the twins, Britney two years younger). But they'd still been most comfortable coming out to each other, because they knew that even if the rest of the world rejected them, Nigel and James would always have each other's backs. The problem had arisen when the two otters had gradually come to realize that they wanted to have the rest of each other, too. It started with the blushing. They'd be at school, getting changed to practice for the swim team, and James would glance over and catch a glimpse of Nigel's package, and he would find himself suddenly turning beet red, as if they hadn't been getting changed for swimming together their whole lives. Or Nigel would turn to his brother to compliment him on his lap time after a match and lay eyes on Jim just as he was bending over to pick up his swimsuit, and the brief glimpse of what lay under the other mustelid's tail would make Nigel's words die in his throat as he averted his eyes in embarrassment. This rather quickly progressed to the twins dreaming about each other, about holding each other close and doing things that were most definitely not considered 'brotherly'.

Each of them tried to ignore it, but the feelings just grew stronger over time, until finally, not sure what else to do, James confessed to Nigel why he'd been acting so strange lately, why he'd been avoiding eye contact, only to have his brother admit that he felt the same way. It hadn't taken a genius to figure it out: the Ellison twins were deeply, deeply attracted to each other. The night they admitted their feelings, the two of them actually leaned in to kiss each other before simultaneously feeling a surge of guilt and stepping away. No matter how much they loved each other, no matter how much they wanted to be together, even if they both wanted it with all their hearts, they agreed that they simply couldn't give in to their urges, couldn't allow themselves to commit incest. The very idea of what it would do to their family if word got out the brothers were 'involved' filled the twins with shame. This, naturally, solved very little, in that the feelings themselves remained, but one day, the first time their parents had trusted the two brothers to spend a couple of weeks at the cabin at Lake Tescin by themselves, James and Nigel had come up with a most unorthodox idea: they could spend time naked in each other's presence, feeling free to look as much as they liked, as long as it didn't progress into anything unseemly. Jim was the one who said the words first, and while they were originally meant as an off-hand joke, they ultimately evolved into an ironclad rule that the twins clung to in order to keep doing the right thing;

_ "It isn't incest unless you get hard."_

And so, continuing their years-long tradition, James and Nigel slipped out of their swimsuits right there in front of each other and began to towel off. The cabin actually contained a fur dryer booth, but the twins preferred to use towels, at least to start off, with the unspoken reason being that it gave them more time to ogle each other. They'd tried using the dryer together once, but with it being about the size of a public phone booth, being naked together in such close quarters had started to turn the brothers on, which of course would have broken their rule, and so Nigel had fled from the booth, blushing and covering his half-masted manhood with his hands, claiming he'd forgotten something important in his room. Now, though, as he stepped out of his speedo, Nigel was the very picture of calm, letting out a fake yawn and stretching, all too aware that James was staring at his penis out of the corner of his eye. "Mmmm," Nigel sighed, "that was a really good swim. Wasn't all overcast and windy like it was yesterday." Gently running his towel over his chest, Jim grinned at the other male. "And the water was so damned clear, it wasn't all murky this time," James said, before nodding towards his brother's stomach and adding "Hey, nice abs, by the way, looks like all those crunches are really paying off." Nigel positively beamed at the compliment. He'd been toweling his abs off at the moment, but he pulled the cloth aside to provide a better view of the muscles in question - while slightly spreading his legs to show off his dangling package as well. "Oh, you think so?" Nigel asked, shifting his weight to his other foot and causing his balls to sway from one side to the other, "Thanks, man, I've been working really hard." Now Jim was overtly running his eyes up and down the other mustelid's sleek, naked form, and the smile on his face wasn't just from the familial kind of affection. "It shows, man, it shows..." James murmured, before averting his eyes as he felt a twitch down below. He focused on the much less exciting visual of the kitchen counter in order to calm down, so that he wouldn't cross the line.

Like most of the members of their species who considered themselves athletic, both of the twins had what was referred to as a swimmer's physique; very well toned, but not bulky, keeping their natural sleekness intact so they could cut through the water easily with minimal drag. When they were in college, the Ellison twins had decided to go out and get themselves tattoos, partially so people at swim meets (including the announcers!) would stop confusing them for each other, and partially as something symbolic of the connection they shared as twin brothers. On his left shoulder blade, Nigel bore the image of an arrow, while James had a longbow emblazoned on his right shoulder blade. As James turned away, Nigel admired that bow for just a moment, before his gaze dropped to one of his favourite parts of his brother, and he swallowed even as he too grinned. "You know, while we're on the subject, your glutes are looking great!" Nigel said, running a towel over his back as he took a good look at his twin's butt. The other male looked back over his shoulder, as if surprised, but the delighted smirk on James' face told Nigel everything he needed to know.

Bending down slightly and towelling off his lower legs, James raised his tail. It wasn't high enough to be considered an invitation, but it put his rump on full display, allowing his brother to see the back of his scrotum, as well as glimpses of the tight pink pucker of his virgin anus. James had been in relationships, but he'd never progressed far enough to actually have full-on sex with any of his boyfriends. "Hey, thanks Ni," he said, innocently, pronouncing it 'Nye', "I've been getting on the treadmill and the exercise bike more often, but I thought my ass still looked too fat." Nigel responded to his twin's teasing posture by retaliating; letting out a fake yawn, he slipped a hand down to his balls and jostled his man-parts about under the guise of scratching an itch. As James stared approvingly, Nigel made a dismissive gesture with his free hand. "Oh pshaw," the arrow-marked otter said, "Fat doesn't matter if your butt's all perky like that, you've just got junk in the trunk, is all..." Nodding happily, Jim looked forward again and pretended to focus on his feet even as his tail floated back and forth teasingly. After admiring the view for a few moments, Nigel suddenly coughed, blushing, as he realized his cock was starting to lift away from his body. Kneeling down, Nigel started working his towel over his own legs and thinking about sports, but even as he threatened to bend their most important rule, he couldn't resist glancing up from this lower angle and gazing longingly upon Jim's rump. When James looked over his shoulder again, he saw the blush and on Nigel's face, the way he was so desperately staring at the floor, and Jim frowned. As much as he loved showing off for his brother, as much as he loved it when Ni showed off for him, the extremely limited nature of what they could do together was extremely frustrating, and he suspected Nigel felt the same way. Some days, the bow-marked male would push it, flaunting himself until the other otter was forced to retreat and hide his growing arousal, but today, as he did most of the time, James had mercy on his twin, standing up straight and lowering his tail, hiding the goods from view.

To further help Nigel calm down, James draped his towel over his shoulder and walked over to the TV area. He was still slightly damp, but that was basically unavoidable when someone whose body is covered in fur attempts to towel-dry. He picked the remote up from the coffee table, careful to keep his tail positioned between his butt and Nigel's field of view, and flicked on the TV, checking the weather report for tomorrow. "Uhh, looks like it's gonna be good swimming weather tomorrow, too," James called out, the subtle longing in his voice making the subtext obvious: We can leer at each other again tomorrow if you like. Nigel looked up and grinned, still blushing a little, his whiskers twitching with all the things he'd love to say, yet didn't dare to. "Ah, awesome," the embarrassed male said, trying to sound casual, "I was thinking I'd practice laps tomorrow, work on my form. My, uh, front stroke's been getting a little sloppy." Even at this distance, his eyes briefly darted down to James' rear, and Jim couldn't resist making a joke. "Laps are fine with me," he said, "I've been thinking of seriously trying out the butt-" Here he made an incredibly unconvincing cough, before saying "Sorry, the butterfly stroke." Nigel said nothing, but the smirk on his face as he stood up and rolled his eyes made it all James could do not to laugh. As if that little exchange hadn't just happened, Jim put the remote down, leaving the TV on, and pointed a thumb to his room. "Anyway, I'ma get dressed," the bow-marked otter said, "we can talk about dinner afterwards." Nigel nodded, picking up his swimsuit and starting towards his own room. "Good idea," he called, "I'll see you then." There were days when the brothers were able to keep things more casual, usually because they hadn't been flaunting themselves like exhibitionists, and actually spent much of the evening in just their fur, watching TV in the altogether like it was no big deal. But on the days when they were this flirty with each other, both of the Ellison twins understood, without it ever being said openly, that getting dressed was hardly the real reason they would retreat to their rooms after getting towelled off.

As soon as both of the twins were in their respective rooms, though they had no way of knowing this, they did exactly the same things. Each otter closed the door behind him, locked it for good measure, hung up his towel and swimsuit on the rack on the back of the door so they would dry faster, turned around to face the room, and finally, grabbed his dick, beginning to squeeze and massage the sensitive flesh. After this, though, they diverged rather significantly. Nigel sighed with relief, finally surrendering to his own arousal, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensations. "Goddamn, James..." he muttered, beginning to stroke his already-growing penis, "I'd like to try out your butt, smartass..." Meanwhile, in his own room, Jim made a beeline for his bed, clambering on and bringing his chest down to the sheets while his lower half remained on his knees. His rump swayed back and forth slightly as he squeezed and kneaded his cock, flagging his tail up into what was unmistakably an inviting posture. He groaned softly with need and closed his eyes, though for Jim, it was more to focus on the fantasy playing out in his mind than because of the physical pleasure. "Oh, God, Ni," he whimpered, reaching his free hand back to spread his cheeks slightly, "I - I can't stand it anymore, I want you so bad... p-please, brother, take me!" Almost as if they were in the same room, and he saw James on the bed before him, Nigel crossed the floor very slowly, taking his sweet time as he ran his fingers up and down his twitching, hardening prick. "You were so flirty last night at dinner..." the arrow-marked otter whispered, "Nnngh, I wonder if you even realized how badly I wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and make you mine..." For his part, Jim just let go of his butt and, without looking, retrieved the tub of Vaseline from his bedside table, getting some on his middle finger and pressing it against his tight anus, gasping out loud as the pressure overcame the obstinate ring of muscle and his digit slid inside. "F-fuck, Nigel..." the trembling male moaned, beginning to finger himself energetically, the soft webbing between his fingers doing little to impede him. The synchronization shattered as Nigel flopped down on his own bed, on his back, and continued to stroke his dick, which had reached its full pride. Unlike James, he used his free hand to squeeze and fondle his balls, though their fantasies were more alike than they'd ever realized. Jim whimpered and moaned, rocking his hips forward and back in time with his fingering, as if he was reacting to the thrusts of an imaginary lover. As his fingertip brushed over his prostate, James gasped again, his cock throbbing in his hand and drooling some pre-come onto the sheets below him. At that point, he slipped his index finger inside himself as well, and shuddered with pleasure. "Ohhh, Nigel..." he sighed, imagining he was being more thoroughly stretched, "You're so big..." In their own unique ways, the twins continued masturbating, their minds full of each other, their bodies twitching and shivering with the strength of their pleasure. They'd stuck fast to their ironclad rule for several years now, but they'd never even tried to restrain themselves when it came to their private fantasies, and both men loved to daydream about throwing caution to the wind and consummating their feelings.

After a while, both brothers were shuddering with desire, their pricks drooling pre fairly constantly, their breath coming much harder, and they were really getting into their fantasies. James was exaggerating the movement of his backside as if he was pushing back against his brother's thrusting dick, and Nigel was rolling his hips, imagining hilting himself in his beloved twin and savouring the tight warmth of his rump. Perhaps because he'd been more worked up by their teasing session, Nigel found himself approaching the edge first, though this was hardly always the case. "Nnnff, oh James," he whispered, his whiskers twitching excitedly, his hand speeding up as he stroked his achingly stiff hard-on, "I'm - I'm gonna come, I'm gonna f-fill your tight ass up..." He groaned aloud, pumping his shaft as fast as he could while he writhed and twitched on the bed, his tail slapping gently against the mattress as he approached the point of no return. Then, that moment was upon him, and Nigel arched his back off the sheets, tensing up and gasping as his orgasm burst out from within him, his rigid prick throbbing and pulsing in his grip, shooting long, gooey ropes of hot, wet come all over his chest and stomach, painting his fur with his seed even as he cried out into the afternoon, moaning helplessly with the strength of his pleasure. Normally, while they were off at their play, the twins may as well have existed in separate universes, but Nigel's climax was an unusually strong one on this day, and his voice increased in volume appropriately, so James was able to hear his brother's long, wordless cry of release from within his own room, albeit muffled by the intervening walls.

However, as luck would have it, the other otter was so lost in his own self-pleasure that he just interpreted the sound as part of his fantasy, imagining Nigel slamming home, completely sheathing himself in Jim's backside as he came, filling the eager male's rear with his jism, and this 'unusually vivid' fantasy of his brother reaching ecstasy was enough to push James over the edge with him. The ensuing orgasm was stronger than usual for James too, but at least the submissive twin was in the right position to hide it better, pressing his face against the pillow and moaning without shame as he climaxed, his fingertips rubbing his prostate mercilessly as he shifted his other hand down to the head of his cock, positioning itself to catch the otter semen that came spurting out of him in time with the amazing pulses of pleasure that flooded his system, in time with his backside clenching down hard on the fingers buried in his rear. Pre-come was one thing, easily dried, but Jim preferred to try and avoid ejaculating all over his sheets, lest he have to come up with an excuse to his brother as to why he was doing laundry in the middle of the week. Soon enough, the twins' pleasures burned out, their orgasms came to an end, and Nigel slumped down to the mattress as James flopped onto his side with a groan. They just lay there, breathing hard and enjoying the moment for a while. Nigel put his hands behind his head and smiled, basking in the warmth of his afterglow, breathing deep of the air of the room, which smelled like male pheromones and semen, and James kept his fingers in his rear, reluctant to take them out and feel the odd emptiness that generally followed his climaxes, as he brought his other hand to his lips and began to lick his still-hot come off of his palm. In due time, both otters would get cleaned up and face the rest of the evening, but for now, they just lay still, savouring the feeling of a really good orgasm... and wishing that their brother was there to share in the moment with them.