FSE

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"Okay, stream's up now." Dylan grinned into the webcam pointed into the nicely lit corner of a plush, well-furnished bedroom. The otter sat back away from the camera, revealing to the viewing audience that beside him was a shorter, rounder otter.

Jay smirked a bit, "It didn't take a half hour this time, bro. I might have gotten pre-emptively hungry." The otter brothers, side by side, were mostly distinguished by body type, though Jay wore his hair long, down his back, while Dylan's was cut to just frame his face and not quite cover his neck.

In one corner of the screen a little animated gif of Jay gaping his jaws appeared, with a gulping sound effect. Underneath was a message that a viewer had donated money. Text-to-speech read aloud the donation message: "Hey Jay when you arnt eating people what is ur favourite food"

The softly padded otter grinned broadly, leaning up to the camera, his muzzle filling the screen as the camera auto-focused on him. "Trick question. I'm always eatin' people." He slurped his chops slowly, before sitting back onto the bed, giving his plush midsection a grope with a webbed paw.

The gif and sound file played again, another viewer donating. Dylan rolled his eyes as the message popped up. "Hey now when is the skinny boy gonna go glurk glork glorb glrugle slop slosh slosh glorp slosh glurk glork glorb glrugle slop slosh slosh glorp slosh glurk glork glorb glrugle slop slosh slosh glorp slosh glurk glork glorb glrugle slop slosh slosh glorp slosh"

"I thought we turned on spam protections?" Jay smirked at his little brother's annoyance.

"That only filters it out if it's the same word repeated." The taller otter grumbled. "Anyway, now that we know the stream is going right, how does everyone wanna see me vanish into my big bro tonight? Type in the chat, Donations aren't gonna be weighed higher in consideration."

Jay, as usual, wasn't reading the chat at all, but he could hear when the donation text to speech came up.

Dylan was reading his screen off to one side of frame, eyes clearly darting back and forth. "okay, clear overwhelming winner is CV here."

The softer otter took his pudge-smushing paw and slipped it between his legs. "Oh good, haven't had a good creaming in a while."

Turning away from his screen, Dylan stretched a bit, limbering up. "So, Chat, headfirst or feetfirst?" He turned his head back towards his screen, while continuing to do stretches.

Jay, meanwhile, was working his shaft to full arousal in preparation of his meal, the pulsing member becoming impossible to hide from the audience via the camera. "You set up the other camera in the loo already, right?"

The slender otter looked distracted by reading the chat for a second, before perking. "oh, yeah. It's set up for tub scenes."

The predator grinned. "Good. That'll help a bit with the cleanup."

Another donation came in, "Wait I wanted to see if Jay would do the A V"

Jay chuckled. "Nuh, it's all dicks tonight. Hey, Dylan, think we should get a donation amount going that'll show off my dick instead of my maw?"

"What?" Dylan turned his head away from the chat. "Oh, right... I'll have to read the TOS on superchat..."

The gulping sound alerted them to another donation: "I want to see the Dylan become the spooge"

"Okay, okay... looks like they want feetfirst." Dylan finished reading the chat and rolled up onto his knees on the mattress, before standing up, his top half rising out of frame.

Jay licked his lips and leaned back onto one elbow, his other paw still idly stroking his engorged member, the tip flexing open enough for the viewers to see with every pulse.

The slender otter raised one foot off the bedding and flexed his webbed toes with a flourish, before pointing them like someone about to test the water in a pool, easing his big toe down to that greedily snapping slit.

In a flash the stroking paw had wrapped its webbed digits around the ankle above the greedy shaft and pulled down. Jay growled lustfully as his member stretched open around the whole foot in a single, wet slorp, visibly tightening up around it. The toes were easily visible through the thinner flesh of the urethra, facing the camera. The bulges wiggled a bit, before the whole powerful shaft noticeably flexed, and his leg was wrapped over halfway up the calf.

Dylan chuckled and reached out to grasp his older brother's hand for balance, tentatively shifting his weight onto the foot that was buried in the eagerly pulling shaft, lifting up his free foot and bringing it up against his opposite thigh, before starting to slide it down to meet the slit.

Another gulp sound effect played on the computer's speakers, and text to speech started up again: "Seriously, how does Dylan keep coming back for more? There's no matte or digital effects or anything in these recordings."

Jay let out a blissed out chortle, both hands reaching up to grasp his little brother's hips as his knees neared the stretched slit of the drooling shaft. "Thatsa seeeeecret." He murmured dreamily.

The skinny otter blushed and squirmed around his trapped legs, accentuating the bulges. "I think it's time to head over to the other set up. Jay, tilt me over towards the keyboard so I can swap the feed."

"Aw, okay..." The chubby ott let go of his brother's hips, letting his shaft flop forward with the uneven weight.

Dylan grunted, just catching himself on the desk the camera was set up on with his hands. He stuck his tongue out over his shoulder as the camera autofocused onto his head, and he reached over. The feed swapped over to an empty bathroom, the audio feed cutting entirely.

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Jay sighed and did his best to relax his eager penile muscles, closing his eyes. He felt his brother's feet near the point of no return and, for the hundredth time, fought off the dark urge to drag him past.

Dylan pulled on his legs, and slowly at first, before popping free with a wet slorp, his legs came free. He got settled back onto his feet, panting a bit, before standing up straight. He gestured to another otter of similar build who'd kept out of shot the entire stream so far. His hair had been carefully coloured to match Dylan's own earlier in the evening, and most non-otters wouldn't be able to tell the difference of faces unless put side-by-side.

The double jittered a bit nervously, eyes darting between the taller, thinner otter and the shorter, rounder otter. His eyes fixed on the gaping abyss at the tip of the older otter's shaft, swallowing.

The computer rig made a gulping noise, and that text to speech voice spoke again. "Hey u guys the mic is off where are u"

Jay stood up, fingering his stretched out slit to keep it stimulated as he stalked towards his brother's double. "Gimme your feet, tasty."

His knees nearly gave out, and Dylan chuckled, moving to heft the third otter up off the ground as Jay knelt down. "Hold still." He lined up the other otter carefully, before dropping him down, both feet slorping right into the awaiting shaft. "Now don't worry if you start to go a bit numb, that's normal with this. But I'm back every stream, so it's totally okay." He said calmly to his twitchy double, looking down to see that the other ott's legs had reached the depth he'd been at when they switched cameras. "Showtime, boys."

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The audio cut back in. "fuckin' mic..." Dylan's voice came from off-camera, and a few moments later, Jay walked into shot in the bathroom, arms hugged around the taller otter's thighs. He sat down on the edge of the tub, before reaching to thread the other otter's rudder into his shaft alongside his calves.

The skinny otter squirmed a bit, fidgeting with his hands, as if not sure what to do with them, as the shaft flexed and slurped up over his knees. Once the camera adjusted to its subject being more than just an empty tub, it could just see the bulge of his toes pressing into the base of the engorged shaft, under the sheath.

Jay growled lustfully and grasped the lanky otter's hips, pulling down, the shaft flexing and drooling its way up the other lutra's thighs. He flexed his shaft firmly, pushing the hips and tailbase against his own soft chest in the process, grasping the fidgety hands with his own and firmly pressing them to the thighs immediately above where the sexual fluids were drooling out into dense otter pelt.

Another donation message was announced by the gulping sound effect. "that's it Jay spunk him up"

The tall otter's hair kept obscuring most of his face from the orientation of the camera. He gasped though as he sank six inches deeper all at once, his hands fully ensnared, his ankles passing through the base of the heavier otter's greedy shaft. The sac below swelled slightly with the motion, but the toe-bulges never returned.

Jay chuckled, looking right up at the camera as he reached his arms up to grasp his cockmeal's shoulders, starting to pull down greedily, a dark glint in his eyes. "Anything for my fans~" His slit spread over the skinny ott's hips and waist as he continued to pull with his arms and shaft together.

Unable to squirm much in the three point grip of the softer otter, the night's prey groaned weakly as his elbows slipped out of sight, his chest vanishing soon after.

Jay growled and stood up off the edge of the tub, having to take his hands away from the trapped otter's shoulders, taking a moment to thrust his hips, hands-free dragging the lutra deeper with a flex, slit closing around his throat, shoulders appearing in the bulge on the underside of the ravenous cock. Down below, his sac had swollen beyond the realms of hyperbole, hanging low, and by process of elimination, the source of the thick sloshing sound that the mic was picking up every time the pudgy hips rocked.

The otter whimpered softly as the well-stretched slit had no trouble opening back up around his head, creeping up over his muzzle. He was just the top half of his head and the bulge of a torso and arms in the predator's member, writhing in front of the camera.

Jay licked his lips and took a step back, into the tub, and sat down carefully, laying back, putting his whole set of bits on display for the streaming audience, coyly looking up at the lens. He waited a few moments while the camera's focus adjusted to his new position, before casually palming the blond head of hair peeking out of his shaft with one hand, before shoving powerfully, his hand slorping into his own shaft in the process, before he pulled it free, strings of slick pre catching the bathroom's lighting connecting the gaping slit to his fingertips as it pulsed, not quite closing all the way as flex after flex, more and more of the otter in the shaft was no longer visible, mass transferring to the massive balls filling the space between Jay's legs in the tub.

The remaining form of the lutra shown through the stretchy underside of his kinsman's arousal grew less mobile, twitching weakly as the powerful flesh around it contracted and pulled powerfully. Finally, the bulge of the otter's face, mouth agape before slumping shut from the fleshy contractions, slurped right out of sight.

Jay panted with pleasure, starting to stroke over his shaft with his pre-slickened fingers, grasping and jerking indulgently, eyes never leaving the camera, his tongue occasionally trailing along his lips.

Donation messages came so fast they played with nearly no gap between them: "where did he go" "oh yeah, spray the camera with spunk" "I love you Jay" "I wanted to see him get bellyd instead" "here is money for a moneyshot" "jay's balls go slosh slosh slosh slorp slosh slosh slorp slosh slorp slorp slorp grrurgle growl churn slosh slorp slopr slorp"

"I wish you all were here, so you'd have to have ponchos to stay clean." Jay growled breathily, gripping his shaft tightly and pressing it out away from his body, towards the camera. The audience at home got a perfect view of the underside of the shaft swelling out again, but with no distinct shapes, just inflating like a fleshy balloon, before the tip's opening exploded with litres of viscous white seed arcing up into the air and falling away mere inches from the lens, fuzzy and filling the frame, before it was gone sooner than the camera had a chance to autofocus on it. This was merely the first of many, and each shot threatened to splatter the expensive equipment with so much genetic material.

The donation messages continued to come in while the star of the stream rode out his explosive orgasm. The Text to Speech was nearly drowned out by the wet splats and splashes of heavy seed hitting hard surfaces and striking against itself. "Oh god he's cumin" "How many guys worth of spunk can you have in your nuts without having to let off some? Too late to start testing that now but it seems like a good thing t oask" "Do you have a patreon I can support your beautiful dick magic at on a regular basis" "this is the sexiest act of fratricide I have ever witnessed" "to your left you see the beautiful otterspunk geyser, which goes off whenever you feed it an otter"

The tiled walls around the tub were dripping with a near even coating by the time Jay was cooling down. The tub itself was nearly filled, the sound of the poor drain struggling to deal with a substance so thick complementing the otter's heavy breathing, the slightly loose opening at the tip of his shaft dribbling a constant flow of postcum as he took a deep breath and slowly let go of the base of his shaft, wiggling his tail a bit in the bath he'd drawn for himself. "Gonna take a long time to clean this up... so I think that wraps up this stream. Thanks for the donations, guys. Hope to see you next time around, when I'll eat a skinny otter another way." He waved weakly with a sopping hand, and the stream went offline.

The chat continued to be abuzz with conversation after the feed was cut, and many a viewer exchanged theories as to how the otter brothers managed to do their performances. The conversation halted shortly after someone with the username 'ShinySocks' posed the question "Wait... who cut the feed? He was still in the tub and Dylan was spunk by then."

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Dylan made sure the stream had gone fully offline, chuckling idly at the chat's extensive theorizing. He shut down the streaming software, and returned to the bathroom, stretching out. "Think the drain can handle any of that?"

Jay smirked up at his little brother. "What, you planning on bottling it? Selling it to the sperm bank?"

The skinnier otter chuckled, imagining the logistics of giving his former double as believable sized loans to sperm banks. "Maybe some other time. Good thing the other bathroom has a stand-up shower, huh." Dylan reached into a drawer and dug around. "Where did that damn squeegee go? Won't let you tromp through the house dripping with jizz." He sighed and opened the cabinet under the sink and bent down to peer into it, his tail raising somewhat for balance, tip swaying next to the tub.

The pudgy, spunk-soaked otter stared at his brother's tail as it moved, around at the level of his hips.

His cock flexed, tip fleshily snapping at nothing.