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Unless Part Two By Green

The next day, the Ellison twins returned from their swim and managed to get towelled off without teasing each other mercilessly (as the day had been unexpectedly cool, and they were for a change more focused on actually getting dry). It had been a fairly quiet day after that, and now, as they did on occasion, Nigel and James were enjoying the evening in less than formal attire. They sat on the couch together, eating some pasta that James had whipped up and watching a science fiction movie, a fairly terrible made-for-TV sequel to a film they'd both adored in their boyhood. James wore a slightly faded T-shirt with a cartoon feral otter on it, with the caption 'LEGALIZE OTT' above it. Nigel had a Hawaiian shirt on, left unbuttoned and open, to show off his chest, though it was fairly unnecessary to try and show off, since those shirts were the only things they were wearing. As a woman in an unconvincing costume was menaced by terrible CGI, James rolled his eyes and groaned. "Have they even seen the original?" he asked, gesturing with his fork, "This is a travesty! Seriously, Ni, screw this, let's change the channel." James was the only person who still called his brother 'Ni' (pronounced nye, not nee), but at one time it had been his go-to label from everyone he knew. If pressed, their parents might admit that one of the reasons they named their twins the way they did was for the sake of an adorable nickname - 'Jim n' Ni'. For most people, Nigel had outgrown the silly name, but he'd always liked hearing it from his twin.

Nigel, the arrow-marked brother, smirked as he thoughtfully chewed a mouthful of pasta. "Oh, I don't know," he said, facetiously, "I thought the chemistry between the protagonists was scintillating, the best romance subplot I've seen since Titanic." When he looked over at his brother and saw the look James was giving him, Nigel could no longer keep a straight face. "Alright, fine, it's god-awful, but the remote's on the chair over there," he said, pointing, "You wanna change the channel, you go get it." Setting his plate aside, Jim stood up and walked over to the chair. "Can't wait to put this movie out of its misery," he muttered. Nigel couldn't help but leer at his brother's pert rump as James bent over and snatched the remote control from the seat of the chair. The bow-marked otter even raised his tail a little, and Nigel caught a fleeting glimpse of the other male's anus. He wasn't sure whether or not James was doing it on purpose, and with a view like that, he didn't much care. "I'd buy that for a dollar..." Nigel muttered to himself. James looked over his shoulder with, a big, carefree smile on his face. "What was that?" James asked, innocently. "Oh, nothing, nothing," Nigel lied, smiling, "Let's see what else is on, shall we?"

James flipped through the channels disinterestedly, pondering what they'd do for dinner the next day, when his brother suddenly leaned over and touched his bare leg. Jim inhaled sharply, his whiskers twitching anxiously, but Nigel wasn't even looking at him, his eyes still on the screen. "Wait, wait a second," the arrow-marked otter said, "go back, I wanna see - no, the channel before that. Yeah..." As he leaned away from James, apparently genuinely unaware of the feelings he'd brought to the surface by touching his twin's naked thigh, Nigel grinned, and Jim reluctantly followed his gaze to the screen, which fortunately was showing something nice and distracting. A muscular otter wearing a silk shirt and an incredibly tight pair of jeans was walking down an alley, smoking a cigarette, and the camera's low angle seemed to focus on his ass. "God damn that is one nice rump," breathed James, "Come on, baby, move that tail out of the way, show me what your momma gave you..." Ni chuckled, but James didn't look over at him. "I don't know," Nigel said, "Yeah, that's a pretty sweet can, alright, but... You know, for my money, I don't think he holds a candle to your ass." It was a very good thing that Jim had just swallowed a mouthful of pasta, because he would have choked on his noodles if he hadn't. The bow-marked otter sputtered in response to his twin's extremely forward praise, blushing a deep, fetching red. "Wh-what did you say?!" James asked in shock, staring at his brother incredulously. Nigel grinned, but continued to act casual. "Hey, it's like I said yesterday," Ni said, blatantly glancing down at Jim's butt, "You've got some nice glutes, brother, and what little fat you've got is perky, not saggy, so it gives you a pretty decent booty. Don't tell me you don't notice the looks you get when we go into town?" James shivered, searching fruitlessly for words. That particular compliment was verging awfully close to open flirtation, and even though he didn't much care if other random men and women checked him out when he was out in public, the fact that his twin thought he had a nice ass sent tingles of glee up and down James' spine. He'd known Nigel felt that way, of course, it was impossible to miss from the way Nigel looked at him, but they'd never openly spoken of their opinions of each others' bodies like that before. James couldn't help but wonder if something had changed... and deep down, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of hope.

Before he could answer, the twins' attention was drawn back to the TV as the handsome otter knocked firmly on the door of an apartment. It was answered almost immediately by another tall, handsome otter with a great body. "Derek!" the homeowner said, clearly surprised to see his visitor. He stepped aside and let the other otter enter his home, closing the doors behind him, at which point 'Derek' turned to his host with a remorseful expression on his face. "Greg, I couldn't stay away, you've been on my mind all night," Derek said, lowering his ears respectfully, "I know what I said at Stephen's funeral, but I... I didn't mean any of it, I just didn't want to accept it then..." Nigel laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh jeez, it's one of those ridiculous soap operas," he muttered dismissively, shaking his head, but James continued to stare. There was something so familiar about this scenario... The scene continued as Derek stepped forward again and clasped his hands over Greg's without a word. The other otter flinched and looked away. "Derek, I - I can't..." he said, reluctantly (and a hell of a lot more convincingly than the lead couple in the sci-fi film the twins had been watching earlier), "I want you more than life itself, but if I gave into that desire, then what would happen? Nobody would understand..." Derek reached up and placed a hand on Greg's cheek, gently turning the other male back to face him. "I know, I know, no one else can get past the fact that you were engaged to my brother before he died," he said, and though Nigel snickered, James was hanging on every word. "I don't care about that," Derek continued, "All I know is that... that I love you. To hell with what other people think!" Greg visibly shuddered, and the two men leaned in closer. "Oh, Derek..." Greg breathed, before the two otters kissed, and romantic music swelled in the background as their strong, webbed hands explored each other's backs. As they continued to kiss, even as Nigel snorted derisively, James squirmed in his seat, his mouth dry, staring at the image of the two handsome otters giving in to their forbidden feelings and kissing, probably about to make love during the commercial break. But as the show discreetly cut away to a classy title card, the action kept going in James' mind, now a thousand miles away... and it wasn't Derek and his late brother's ex-fiancé Greg, the two otters had become James and his beloved twin Nigel, kissing and nuzzling and holding each other close. I don't care about that, the words came again into Jim's mind, now in Nigel's confident voice, All I know is that... that I love you_. To hell with what other people think!_ Overwhelmed with emotion and caught up in his fantasy, James actually whimpered out loud quietly. He was brought back to Earth as his brother glanced over at him. "You say something, Jim?"

James blinked a few times, blushing at getting carried away like that. Before he could say something light and dismissive, though, he actually gasped out loud; while he'd let the fantasy of being with his brother run rampant through his mind, he'd been completely unaware of the fact that he was getting turned on, and now here he sat, less than two feet separating him from the object of his desire, and his penis was at half-mast. "Shit!" Jim cried, pushing his plate aside and jumping to his feet. He turned away from Nigel, hiding his shame with his hands. The bow-marked mustelid was about to flee to his bedroom when he heard the other male get up behind him. "Jim?! What's wrong?" Nigel said, now sounding concerned for his brother's well-being. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, unable to come up with a convincing lie on the spot with all that stress running through his brain, James reluctantly told his twin the truth. "I... I started to get hard," he admitted, his cheeks burning. There came a moment of silence, and then, instead of mockery, Nigel sounded a little subdued. "...Oh. I, uh, I guess you were really getting into that, huh?" It's a little unclear what happened next. Jim intended to nod and agree with Nigel's statement, maybe get some shorts to make himself feel more comfortable - or go jack off in his room if it was really giving him trouble - but even as he was considering his next move, James realized he was doing the unthinkable: telling his brother the whole truth. "I-it's not just that," said Jim, "I mean, those guys were hot, but... but the two otters t-talking about how their love was forbidden... it made me think of y-you and me." He whimpered, shaking his head and trying to will his dick to go down, but while it didn't get any harder for the moment, it remained stubbornly at half-mast. "It's just - this whole 'look but don't touch' thing kills me sometimes, you know?" James said, letting years of frustration leak out in what was perhaps an ill-thought-out moment.

There came a long, profoundly awkward silence as James wondered what the hell had come over him. The twins hadn't discussed their mutual lust for each other, at least not directly, in years, not since they'd confessed to each other and come up with their rule in the first place. After what felt like an eternity, James felt a strong, warm hand gently close over his shoulder, and he swallowed another whimper, feeling his cock pulse beneath his hands at the innocent touch to his bow tattoo. He couldn't believe his manhood still stubbornly refused to go limp "It's okay, James," Nigel said softly, "Come on, have a seat. It'll be fine." Still staring at his feet, Jim shook his head. "I - I can't... it won't go down," he muttered. After a moment, Nigel squeezed his brother's shoulder and spoke up again, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's okay," he said, "Come on, Jim, sit down." Turning around somewhat awkwardly, still covering his crotch, James looked at his twin incredulously. "Dude, I can't! You know I can't!" he protested, "We've got one rule! 'It isn't incest unless you get hard', remember? And I got hard, so that would be incest! It's not rocket science... I - I can't be around you like this..."

As James struggled between what he wanted to do and what he thought was the right thing to do, Nigel stepped back and smiled reassuringly. "Brother, relax," the arrow-marked otter said, gently, "Look, we've been together all night. We talked about hockey, we played some videogames, we watched TV, and we had dinner." Nigel blatantly gestured with both hands to his own exposed, though flaccid penis. "And all that time, we had our dicks out. Did any of that feel to you like you were doing something dirty and wrong? Like it was sick and perverted to be around your brother like that?" James swallowed, wishing he could hold his whiskers still and stop telegraphing his anxiety. "W-well... no, but..." As James trailed off, Nigel smiled widely, seemingly totally relaxed, and chuckled softly. "Well, there you go!" Nigel said, victoriously, "Guys get hard, Jim, it's natural. I wake up most mornings with a hard-on. How is sitting here with me with your dick out all that different from sitting here with me with your stiff dick out?" His heart beating faster, not sure whether he was afraid his brother was trying to seduce him, or hoping his brother was trying to seduce him, James frowned uncertainly. "Nigel, we have a rule," he said, firmly, "we can't just ignore that, it would be incest." The other male bit his lip and briefly averted his eyes, and James suddenly realized that his twin's calm, casual demeanour was only skin-deep. "Well... It's been years, hasn't it?" Nigel finally said, "Maybe it's time we re-wrote that rule. I mean, we're both adults, we're not gonna, you know, succumb to temptation just because one of us pops a boner, right? Like I said, it's perfectly natural..." He lifted a hand, like he wanted to put it on James' shoulder again, but he hesitated and just crossed his arms over his chest instead. "Remember what we used to say?" Nigel asked, more softly, "We're basically two parts of the same person, right? Well, I'd be comfortable sharing that part of myself with you... that is if you're okay with it." Biting his lip, James shuddered, wanting nothing more than to pull his hands away and let his brother see his cock, which by now was almost completely erect, thanks to the somewhat taboo direction the conversation had taken. Nigel's words were so convincing... But were they right? Taking a deep breath, the bow-marked otter tilted his head to the side. "Well... if we don't draw the line at getting hard, then where do we draw it?" he asked, cautiously. Nigel looked thoughtful for a moment before regarding his twin with a smile. "I guess it stops being natural when you, you know, do something about having a hard-on, right?" he asked, "So how about... 'It's not incest unless you touch yourself'?" James nodded slowly. "It's not incest unless you touch yourself..." Jim repeated, as if trying out the sounds of the words, "O-or if the other guy touches you, of course! Alright, I like that. So, um..." Taking a deep breath, the nervous male slowly pulled his hands away from his groin, his heart beating fast and his breath coming shallowly as he saw how eagerly Nigel was staring at his erection. He almost whimpered again when Nigel responded by whistling softly.

"Damn, brother," Nigel said, sounding impressed, "You've got a nice cock! Can't believe you'd hide that away from me..." James laughed self-consciously, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Not much to hide," he said, self-consciously, "We're twins." Nigel laughed with him, and Jim felt like a great weight was lifting from his shoulders. "Okay, so it looks just like mine," Nigel admitted, "...But it's still a really nice cock. Have a seat, you've been through enough stress tonight, I'm gonna get us a couple of beers." As the other otter walked out into the kitchen, humming happily to himself, Jim sat down on the couch, still blushing slightly from the surreal feeling of sitting here half-naked with a hard-on, waiting for his brother to return. When Nigel returned, handing his twin a cold beer, James beamed up at him, letting the true depth of his affection for the other male shine through for just a moment. "Thank you, Ni," Jim said, holding up one hand to forestall Nigel's response and looking him in the eye, "No, really... thank you. It means a lot to me that you're so cool with this." Nigel smiled back and clinked his bottle against the other otter's as he sat down. "You're very welcome," Nigel said, "I'm just glad I could make you more comfortable around me... Hey, look at that." He looked down, and James followed his gaze, his smile widening slightly as he saw that his brother was now at half-mast, clearly getting turned on from looking at James' hard prick. "Looks like it's my turn to do something natural," Nigel chuckled.

And so, the twins continued to watch terrible television together, even with the presence of stubborn erections that 'inexplicably' refused to die down. At one point, when their show cut to commercial, Nigel looked over at James and winked. "You know..." he said, slyly, "that old rule was really more like 'it's not incest unless you get hard where the other guy can see', anyway." James laughed, feeling happy and totally relaxed once again. Briefly glancing down at his twin's cock, Jim winked back at Nigel and took a sip of his drink. "What do you mean, 'that old rule'?" James asked, playfully, "Let's face it, the new one ends 'where the other guy can see' too!" Both Ellisons burst out laughing from this, and clinked their bottles together again to celebrate their newfound freedom to display their attraction to each other in the open.

That night, after the brothers retreated to their bedrooms, they both - unsurprisingly - feverishly pleasured themselves to try and ease the urgent arousal they'd built up over hours of constantly leering at each other thanks to this new, revised rule. James' fantasy was more vivid than ever, with the detailed image of his brother's hard prick now etched into his mind. He got down on all fours on the floor of his room, raising his rump into the air, his tail flagging high as he presented himself to the imaginary Nigel, who was represented this time not by fingers but by a dark blue, well-lubricated dildo that had been hidden in Jim's closet. As James began to work the toy into his tight, virginal rump, he moaned softly, shuddering against the floor. "Ohhh, Nigel..." he whispered, "Your dick feels as good as it looks..." It was a stupid line, and not one he'd use if he ever really got into his twin's pants, but as he imagined his brother's rigid dick slowly pushing into his welcoming backside, preparing to fuck him on the floor of their TV area, as if they'd given into their desire earlier, James was so horny he was having trouble thinking clearly enough for good pillow talk. When he started working the dildo in and out of his rear, the effect grew even stronger, and he was reduced to moaning incoherently as pre-come began to dribble to the floor between his knees.

Meanwhile, Nigel was indulging in a fantasy of his own, imagining himself making his brother more comfortable with his erection not by talking gently about their connection and adjusting their rule, but by lying James down on the couch and making sweet, sweet love to him. He was on his knees on his bed, his eyes firmly shut as he pictured his beautiful twin smiling shyly at him, his anus glistening with lube as Nigel lined up his dick with the other male's entrance. When James had actually brought up the fact that they wanted each other, something they'd been dancing around for years now, Nigel had wanted so, so badly to pull his brother into his arms, to kiss him, to tug James' hands away from his groin and suck his cock, to do something other than just stand there and try to be supportive. "God, yes..." he breathed, as he slowly slid a KY jellied-up fist down his shaft and pretended he was hilting himself in Jim's tight rump. "D-don't hide anymore, James, sh-show me everything..."

The Ellison twins lost themselves in their lust, masturbating enthusiastically for long, heated minutes. James let his tongue hang out, panting like a canine as he eagerly fucked himself with the dildo with one hand, and used the other hand to stroke his cock, desperately seeking the release he'd been aching for. His hips swayed back and forth, pushing back against the toy's thrusts as if it were a proper lover. Nigel similarly thrust into his hand as he jacked himself off just as desperately. Since he wasn't playing with his own backside, the arrow-marked otter used his free hand to alternate between squeezing and kneading his testicles and tweaking and teasing his nipples. Nigel kept muttering to himself, encouraging the imaginary James not to hide his emotions, his embarrassing cries, or his physical reactions, telling him that Ni wanted to see everything the man he loved had to offer. For his part, though, James was so turned on that he just continued whimpering and moaning softly as a steady stream of pre began dripping from his rigid dick, overrun with need as he imagined the beautiful erection he'd seen for the first time that night driving into him again and again, that it was his beloved Nigel fucking him and not an inanimate rubber toy.

Naturally, when the end finally came, it was even stronger than usual for both of them. James briefly let go of his dick and groped around blindly before grabbing onto a pillow he'd tossed on the floor ahead of time, pressing it against his face to muffle his cries as he kept jabbing his prostate with the dildo, crossing that last little distance to ecstasy hands-free. His prick throbbed and pulsed in the cool evening air at the same moment (conveniently enough) that the imaginary Nigel cried out in pleasure and began emptying his balls into Jim's eager rump. The submissive otter gasped and moaned into his pillow as his orgasm exploded forth, sending long, ropey strands of gooey jism spurting forth to paint the hardwood floor beneath him, the otter's entire body shaking with pleasure. Nigel, meanwhile, had the foresight this time to clamp the hand he wasn't desperately stroking himself with over his mouth, to keep from screaming out his pleasure loud enough to scare birds from the trees outside. He'd also been thoughtful enough to face away from the bed before he started, so that as his own climax began, his bed was out of the line of fire. In his mind, the imaginary James succumbed to the bliss first, coming all over his chest and stomach as he cried out Nigel's name. The arrow-marked male hunched forward with a shiver and hissed through clenched teeth as his cock began to spasm, pumping impressive jets of hot, wet otter semen in an impressive arc through the air before it fell down, audibly splattering against the floorboards of his room. As was a surprisingly common occurrence in this cabin, both brothers writhed and trembled with orgasmic pleasure as they ejaculated copiously at the same time, their minds just as full of each other as their hearts.

When it was finished, Nigel slumped down to his bed with a groan and James flopped forward limply, his thighs very narrowly missing the puddle of sticky come framed between them. Nigel began to clean his hand off, slowly licking up and savouring the taste of his own semen while pretending it was Jim's, that he was doing this in full view of the bow-marked otter and making him blush adorably. James, meanwhile, tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Nigel's seed slowly leaking out of his backside, his brother's hot cream oozing down his perineum and coating the back of his scrotum. The fantasy Ni knelt there for a moment, admiring the view, and then moved forward, lying down possessively on top of James and kissing him on the cheek from behind, whispering words of love and approval in Jim's delighted ears. But once again, as the twins lay there afterwards, enjoying the feeling of release, putting off cleaning up the messes they'd made, both otters still felt like something was missing from their afterglow... someone to hold in their arms and share in the moment with them. As hard as they'd come, the experience still felt incomplete alone. However, as their thoughts turned to events that had actually happened, they couldn't help but look forward to the new possibilities they'd opened up that night by changing the rule to allow for arousal, so when they finally went to bed, each of them fell asleep with a happy, contented smile on his face.