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Unless Part Three By Green

The next few days were full of excitement for the twins, as they fully enjoyed the fact that their restriction on visible arousal had been lifted at long last. They continued doing the usual things like frolicking in the lake, watching TV together, and going into town to spend time with some local friends, but practically every moment they were together alone, they were teasing and flirting with each other, showing off their bodies and exchanging rather glowing compliments. It never took long to escalate, either. One afternoon, a few days after they'd become comfortable with their new rule, they'd gone out for their customary swim, and no sooner had they returned to the cabin when James tugged his swimsuit down to his ankles and stopped. Acting as though he'd somehow gotten the exceedingly simple garment stuck on his feet, the otter grumbled as he bent over at the waist, fidgeting with the skimpy piece of fabric as he shook his butt back and forth, his tail swaying temptingly, almost like a finger beckoning Nigel closer. When the bow-marked otter finally got his suit untangled from his ankles (or at least got tired of pretending he was stuck) and stood up straight, he was genuinely pleased to see that his brother was already at half-mast, but he didn't say anything.

Nigel saw his opportunity to get his brother back, though, when James knelt down to dry off his legs. Dropping his own swimsuit and subtly taking a step closer to the other male, Nigel yawned and stretched upwards, arching his back in the process, which 'coincidentally' thrust his hardening member forward towards James' face. The other otter blinked and stared at it with wide eyes, looking for all the world like all he wanted to do in the world was reach forward and touch it... which of course, was all Nigel wanted him to do, even though the very thought filled his heart with conflicting emotions. Jim's hand even twitched, as if he were actively resisting the urge to do it, to just drop the pretense and take hold of his brother's dick. But after a few moments, guilt got the better of both of them. Nigel turned around and James averted his eyes - at least for a few moments. The twins spent the rest of the evening finding ever more creative ways to display themselves, even as they continued the paper-thin façade that it was all totally coincidental and innocent. Now that they were allowed to get as hard as they wanted, they acted like they never wanted to be flaccid again. Mind you, they ended up teasing each other so much that they had to retreat to their rooms to beat off three times each over the course of the night, but neither of them was complaining. The day after that, though, they reluctantly went into town to do some errands; bringing their laundry in for a cleaning, picking up groceries, restocking their beer supply, things like that, and they didn't have much time to tease each other... or touch themselves.

So when they got up the following day, having already planned an early-morning swim to make up for not being able to go swimming yesterday, the twins ran into a problem. Nigel was walking out of his room, naked as the proverbial jaybird (a species who routinely protested being associated with exhibitionism), with his towel in one hand and his swimsuit in the other, when he saw James out ahead of him. The other male was clad only in his speedo, and he was doing stretches. James was crouched down low to the ground, with his legs spread far apart, and he was rocking back and forth, shifting his weight from one leg to the other in order to stretch out his thighs and calves. Nigel paused to watch, his eyes raking over the otter's sleek, toned back and the taut muscles in Jim's legs tensing up as he moved. With a sigh, James raised his arms over his head to stretch them too, and as the bow-marked male's biceps flexed, Nigel found himself imagining those arms wrapping around his shoulders as the other otter leaned in to kiss him, his whiskers twitching eagerly. Swallowing, Ni glanced down, outright staring at the way those tight spandex shorts clung to James' soft, perfect ass, held in place with a fastener run over the thick base of his tail. It may have been showy, but it wasn't intentional; James wasn't even aware Nigel was there. But this early in the morning, still slightly groggy from sleep, and without having found relief the previous night, the arrow-marked otter found his thoughts turning gutter-wards, imagining himself crossing the floor and interrupting James as he stretched, leaning in to meet the other male's lips as he reached down, slipped his hand into James' swimsuit and - "Oh, hey Nigel, you ready?" James asked brightly, looking over his shoulder. Blushing, Nigel whirled around. "S-sure, just let me get my suit on..." he muttered, hurriedly moving to get dressed, cursing himself silently for letting his mind run away with him like that - until he realized he was already sporting a full erection, which made putting on a speedo somewhat problematic, to put it lightly. Blushing at the idea of how ridiculous he'd look, Nigel bit his lip and sighed with frustration.

"You okay over there?" came James' voice, since Nigel had been hesitating for several seconds. "Shit..." Nigel muttered, "I - uh, m-my morning wood came back, I'm sorry, Jim..." Letting his head hang down a little, the arrow-marked otter turned around, and to James' credit, he neither leered like it was one of their usual games or laughed at his brother's predicament. "Hmmm, looks like you had some good dreams last night," Jim said, without a trace of mockery in his voice. Nigel let out another sigh that sounded suspiciously like a whine. "Aww, jeez, I can't go out like_this!_ Even if I get the damned thing on, I could get myself arrested if there are any kids out there!" he said, "Jesus, if the papers heard a member of our family was flashing his boner to children... D-do you think if I have a tent in my suit, it still counts as indecent exposure?" James shrugged, and Nigel was almost stressed enough to snap at him over how unhelpful that response was. Fortunately, before it came to that, the bow-marked twin spoke up first. "Maybe I could tell you if the coast is clear, and then you could just book it into the lake?" Jim suggested, "The water's pretty fucking cold in the mornings..." The thought popped into Nigel's head, unbidden, that maybe James could help his brother with his problem by loaning him the use of his mouth, and the normally extremely composed Nigel almost whimpered as his prick throbbed, and he briefly worried that re-writing their rule had allowed him to become dangerously infatuated with his brother. Then he sighed a third time, shaking his head, as he admitted to himself that he'd always been dangerously infatuated with his brother, now they were just allowed to show it.

"I really don't want to run outside with my dick out, Jim," Nigel said, "Look, you go on ahead, I'm gonna jump in the shower with the water on cold, that should do the trick." It was here that the ordinarily somewhat passive James grinned with that traditional otter playfulness, and his gaze darted between his brother's penis and eyes for a moment before he spoke up. "You know, Ni, there is something else you could do about that..." he said, slowly and evenly. Nigel swallowed, blushing a little harder. In reality, he'd been planning to lock himself in the bathroom, run the shower in case James came back in or was listening, and then make use of the 'something else' James was hinting at to get a little relief. Frowning, Nigel resisted the urge to hide his cock with his hands, and gave his brother a dirty look, his whiskers dancing with agitation. "Yes, there is that," Nigel said, "But I'd rather not go into those habits with my own brother..." From the look on James' face, he didn't much believe that. "Would you like me to go first?" the bow-marked otter asked, softly, "Well... almost every day, when we come back from swimming, I have to go do that after we... show off for each other." Nigel swallowed. That was the first time either of them had ever explicitly acknowledged that. He'd always known that both of them would go off and masturbate in privacy after teasing each other, of course, they'd just never said anything about it, as if not mentioning it would give them plausible deniability. And yet, despite himself, the embarrassed otter found the image of his brother stroking his cock flashing through his head. As his own dick throbbed again, Nigel groaned in frustration. "Goddammit, Jim, why'd you have to say that?!" he complained, "Now I'll never lose this hard-on!" James seemed unperturbed, though, smiling pleasantly at his twin. "Never say never, dear brother..."

Blushing harder than ever, turning away from James and that damnably cute smile of his, Nigel pouted. "Fine!" he said, "I - I was gonna go jack off! I was probably even going to think of you!" Looking over his shoulder and glaring at his twin, an embarrassed Nigel let out a huff. "There, I said it! You happy now?! Or did you want to watch?" He'd said it sarcastically, not expecting a response, but he got one anyway, and the one that came was totally earnest. "...Yes, actually," whispered James. To say the arrow-marked otter was caught off-guard would be an understatement. Blinking, Nigel slowly turned around, staring at his brother in confusion. "...Wh-what?" he asked, irrationally hoping his ears had deceived him somehow. But James just looked down at his sibling's cock for a good, long moment, and shivered. "Well, you asked, and... yes, I would very much like to watch you jerking off," James said, delicately, as though his own words had only just caught up to him and he couldn't quite believe what he was saying, "...Wouldn't you like to show me?" On the one hand, Nigel had had dreams that started like this, and a part of him longed to give James what he wanted, and more, but there was a very real, growing fear in the mustelid too, and he backed away as if that fear was directed entirely at his brother. "My God, Jim, what the fuck are you saying?" the unsettled male asked, "I - I mean, yes, of course I'd love to show you, the same way I would have loved to kiss you that night we told each other that... well, you know. But it's not like anything's changed since then! We're still brothers, and I still don't want to commit incest!" Nigel paused as a thought occurred to him. "James... do... do you want to..." He couldn't finish the question. Nigel was afraid that if he did, the answer would be 'yes', that he would learn that James wanted to cross the line... and that Nigel wouldn't have the strength of will to resist what they both knew they both wanted.

To Nigel's simultaneous relief and disappointment, James sighed and shook his head. "No, no, I know we can't give in..." the bow-marked otter said, not even trying to hide the frustration in his voice, "But ever since we changed the rule, I've been thinking about it. You remember how you used to scratch your nuts and make your junk jiggle around before we decided it was okay to get hard in front of each other?" Despite himself, Nigel grinned. "Heh... of course," he replied, "That one always gave you trouble." "Oh yes... that was a favourite," James acknowledged with a smile, before continuing. "Well... did that count as masturbation?" Shifting from one foot to the other, his whiskers dancing like he was trying to smell what Jim was up to, Nigel frowned slightly. "What? No, of course not!" he insisted, as James took a step closer. "See, that's what I thought!" Jim said, pleasantly, "Incest is when you commit a sex act with a family member, right? Well, how can it be a sex act if you just touch yourself a little bit and don't even come?" Realizing the trap he'd been caught in, Nigel swallowed, his mouth terribly dry. "...James, it's not the same thing," Ni said, carefully, "I've got a great big hard-on, and I wouldn't just be scratching an itch with my fingernails, I'd be - I'd be rubbing my cock in order to get off, and that would be a sex act." James took another step closer, and for just a second, Nigel thought his brother was going to reach down and touch his penis for him, but the other otter just glanced at it briefly and smiled when they made eye contact again. "What if you stopped before you came?" James asked, simply, provocatively.

Suddenly seeing clearly where this was going for the first time, and not sure how he felt about it, Nigel answered slowly, realizing he now hoped his brother would find a way to convince him. "Then I'd just be giving myself blue balls," he countered, "and that would be worse than not doing it at all." Jim nodded in the direction of the side rooms. "So, rub yourself for a while, then duck out and get some privacy when you're gonna lose it so you can come in the bathroom, or your bedroom," James said, "The dick is just another body part, right? Maybe you're just giving an aching muscle a rubdown, and then going to take a leak." For the first time, the arrow-marked otter thought he understood how his sibling had felt as Nigel talked James into showing off his erection. "...You know, I like the sound of that," Nigel admitted, averting his eyes and studying the blank TV screen as if searching it for dust particles, "But that still doesn't quite fit the new rule." James suddenly stepped in close to his brother's side, throwing an arm around Nigel's shoulders and leaning in almost conspiratorially, so close his whiskers mingled with his twin's. "So we re-write the rule again," Jim said, "Maybe we were a bit hasty in the wording, it was the first time we ever thought to change it, after all..." Nigel felt his achingly stiff, cruelly ignored prick throb again, and he began to worry about visibly leaking pre-come in front of Jim. But the circumstances emboldened him, and he put on a smile. After gathering up his courage, Ni cleared his throat and stepped away from his brother, slowly walking towards the couch. "You know," he said, "Now that you mention it, my dick is feeling a bit sore, I must have lain on it funny last night, it could really use a rubdown..." Beaming from ear to ear, James followed him, sitting down in one of the chairs, turning to face the couch in a blatant move to get a better view as Nigel dropped his swimsuit onto the cushion next to him and sat down. "Don't mind me, just waiting for you to finish getting ready," James said, "After all, it isn't incest unless you come." As before, Nigel found himself silently adding to that rule with the familiar suffix... 'where the other guy can see you'.

Nigel leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs and taking a deep breath. Despite letting himself get talked into this by his brother, he actually found that he was rather nervous. It occurred to him that he might feel more comfortable if he closed his eyes... but he found that he couldn't look away from James, who was staring so intently at Nigel's prick that the aroused mustelid imagined he could feel his brother's gaze on his skin. Then, slowly, Nigel lifted one hand and took hold of his cock, which throbbed at this merest touch, thanks to his audience, and he began to stroke, rubbing up and down along his shaft. "Slower!" Jim blurted out, before he blushed, shrugging. "I - I mean, slow down, brother," he said, "You don't want to, uh, chafe yourself, do you?" Without saying anything, without even nodding, Nigel slowed down. This moment was definitely more about showing off for his twin than it was about getting some relief. After all, the sooner he had to come, the sooner he had to stop. As he began to get into a rhythm, albeit a much slower one than usual, the arrow-marked otter sighed happily, getting settled in a comfortable position as he continued to pleasure himself. It was the same hand he always used to jack off, but today, with his brother drinking in every detail, it felt so much better, and his heart pounded as his fingers teased up and down the taut, sensitive skin, as his prick would throb involuntarily and leak droplets of pre, which he pressed down and worked into the skin, leaving it slightly damp and glistening with his arousal. As a particularly thick dollop of pre-come drooled out over Nigel's knuckles, James let out a hard breath, visibly shuddering as he watched his brother masturbating. It wasn't that long after Nigel started when James shifted in his seat, then stood up. Ni couldn't help but smile as he saw the obvious outline of an erection struggling to free itself from the tight confines of his brother's swimsuit. "You know, now that you mention it," said James, softly, "my cock feels kinda sore too... while I'm waiting for you, I might as well take care of that..." "Oh God, please do," Nigel said, practically begging, "I d-don't mind at all..."

Not wasting any time, James yanked his speedo down, stepping out of it and sitting back down - on the arm of the chair, where he could give his brother a better view. Nigel bit his lip, practically feeling light-headed as Jim took hold of his own erection, beginning to pump his fist along its length and sighing softly. "Ohhh, fuck..." Nigel breathed, shuddering as his dick pulsed yet again, finally beginning to leak pre-come, something James didn't fail to notice. As the two brothers slowly stroked their dicks, putting on a show for each other, the air began to fill with their masculine pheromones and the scent of male arousal, and Nigel allowed himself to moan quietly. "James..." he said, "We're... we're not gonna make it to the lake this morning, are we?" Without taking his eyes off his brother's penis, James shook his head. "No, Nigel," he replied, matter-of-factly, "I don't think we are."

The twins kept at this for quite some time, masturbating as slowly as they could stand, dragging out their time together and staring at each other longingly. Nigel started squeezing and rubbing his balls, claiming that the ache had somehow spread down there, too. James visibly shuddered and bit his lip, which the arrow-marked otter found immensely satisfying. Eventually, though, much to his frustration, Nigel found himself approaching the end. He'd never in his life been so disappointed to feel a powerful orgasm building up inside him. "N-noooo..." he groaned, "I - I'm getting close, Jim, I'm sorry..." He began to squirm, drooling pre all over his hands, his thighs, even his tail, but somehow, miraculously, not the couch. James, who was by now leaking fairly prodigiously himself, moaned softly. "It's - it's okay, Ni," he said, "You've got nothing to apologize for, you j-just get out there and... do what you need to do." Nodding gratefully, Nigel stood up and began walking awkwardly over to the bathroom, unable to bring himself to let go of his cock as he moved. Just as he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder, surprised to see James following him. "Jim?" he asked, frowning slightly. The other mustelid grinned, his tail flicking back and forth excitedly behind him. "You go on in there and take care of business, brother," James said, pleasantly, "Now, I know this place has thin walls and all, but don't you worry, if I happen to hear anything unseemly, your secret's safe with me." Pausing at the door, Nigel swallowed and regarded his twin. He normally enjoyed the little games they played, dancing around the truth, but this time... "Are... are you saying that you want to hear me when I..." Nigel trailed off, somehow unable to bring himself to say the words, despite everything they'd done. James whimpered out loud, then blushed, but he managed to whisper the word 'Yes' as he nodded. Without another word, Nigel moved into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He stepped into the bathtub where they took their showers and leaned against the wall with his free hand as he resumed stroking his dick with the other. "Oh, fuck..." he muttered, finally closing his eyes, imagining his brother right outside the door, no doubt still beating off as he listened carefully. It didn't take long for the arrow-marked otter to get right back up to the edge, where he'd been when he stopped. This time, even as it made him blush, Nigel didn't try to resist the pleasure, letting himself hurtle right past the point of no return, feeling his body tensing up as he was overtaken by his orgasm. The shuddering mustelid didn't try to resist the noises his body wanted to make either, remembering his brother hinting at listening in, and as his dick began to throb and pulse in his hand, as he began to spurt long, ropey strands of otter semen out into the cool air of the room, each one falling to the smooth tub floor beneath him with a wet splat, he threw back his head, crying out wordlessly as he came and came and came, moaning louder and longer than he'd ever allowed himself to in the past. He wanted desperately for James to hear him, to know he was coming, wanted him to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, how much his brother, his twin, was enjoying his climax.

When he finally finished, Nigel sagged against the wall, breathing hard, giving himself a moment to recover from his release. He just stared down at the mess he'd created, at the warm jism glistening on the smooth tub surface. He was actually a little impressed by how productive he'd been. Then again, he never came harder or more abundantly than when he was thinking about Jim, and the only thought on his mind as he came had been the image of James with one ear pressed against the door, emptying his own balls as he listened in on his brother's pleasures. Eventually, Nigel stepped out of the tub and somewhat self-consciously ran the water for a few moments, washing away his seed and erasing the evidence of his debauchery. Then he turned to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it, stepping back out into the main room. He found James leaning against a table nearby, breathing just as hard as Nigel, his penis noticeably more flaccid than it had been, now only at half-mast, the tip shining with what appeared to be leftover come. Yet as he looked around, Nigel saw no glistening cream on the floor, no stained towel lying in a heap, and no conspicuous bundle of Kleenex stashed in the hallway garbage bin. "...James?" Nigel asked, softly, "Did you...?" When his brother nodded, blushing hard, Nigel raised an eyebrow. "Then where did..." He trailed off as Jim grinned rather self-consciously. "I don't know what you're talking about," James said, as he 'casually' averted his eyes and brushed at his whiskers with the back of one hand. Nigel smiled as he imagined his brother ejaculating into his free hand to contain the mess and then licking it clean. It was a trick he'd used a few times himself... usually while imagining the semen was Jim's. "Uhh, hey, Nigel... Did you still wanna go to the lake?" James asked, obviously changing the subject, "I mean, it's not the morning swim we'd planned, but it's just about the time we normally go anyway..." Grinning softly, putting his hands on his naked hips, Nigel nodded slowly. "Yeah... Yeah, I think I'd like that," he replied, "I think I'd like that a lot."

That night, Nigel lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering what had happened that day. James' explanation had sounded so good to him, but even if it didn't break their rule, explicitly masturbating for each other was the closest they had ever come to actually... even in his mind he found it hard to contemplate the term. The closest Nigel and James had ever come to actually crossing the line and fooling around with each other, at any rate. When they'd returned from their swim, Nigel had surprised James by putting on some shorts, leading the other otter to retreat to his room, somewhat embarrassed, to get dressed himself. Ni felt bad for the guy, but he needed time to think things over, and having his twin, his other half, flaunting himself provocatively wouldn't have made that any easier. The fact of the matter was, even now Nigel wasn't sure how he felt. Or rather... he was certain how he felt... he was just afraid - no, terrified - that James didn't feel the same way, and that acting on those feelings would ruin everything. As if the bow-marked mustelid had read his mind, there was a knock at Nigel's door. "Come in," he called, softly, "It's not locked." James immediately stepped inside, the light from the main room hurting Nigel's eyes for a moment before the door was closed firmly. James didn't turn on the light in the room, he just stood there looking at his brother in the faint moonlight coming in from the window. After a long, silent seven seconds, just before Nigel was going to speak up, James abruptly walked over and sat down on the bed next to the arrow-marked male, who was suddenly very aware that his twin was shirtless. "J-Jim?" Nigel asked, blushing in the dark, wishing he didn't feel so nervous all of a sudden. James leaned forward and gently cupped his hand against Nigel's cheek. "Oh, Ni..." he whispered, "I've been thinking about it all day - no, I've been thinking about it for weeks, and I keep coming to the same conclusion." He leaned in closer, his whiskers twitching with excitement. "I love you, Nigel," James breathed, "I've loved you for years now, and not being able to show you that love has been torture for me... I can't stand the thought of spending one more night without you..." His heart beating like a jackhammer, Nigel gasped out loud, tears of joy forming from hearing those words spoken so overtly. "Oh God, Jim, I love you too!" he whimpered, "I've always loved you!"

James pulled his legs up onto the bed, straddling Nigel's body, which was clad only in the boxers he'd been planning to sleep in. As Nigel's heart began to beat faster, James moved forward, angling for the other otter's mouth. As their lips approached each others' for the second time in their lives, Jim smiled. "I suggest a new rule," James whispered playfully, "It isn't incest unless other people find out. What do you think?" Chuckling softly, his heart swelling with joy, Nigel let his arms encircle his brother's body. "Perfect," he breathed, before hungrily kissing his twin. Nigel moaned at the sensation of finally getting to feel his brother's lips pressed against his own, of finally feeling their tongues entwine. He'd wanted this for years... As they kissed with a passion and intensity Nigel had never before encountered, Ni briefly tensed up as he felt one of James' hands slip into his boxers, as he felt his brother's fingers close around his penis and begin to stroke. He let his own hands slip down Jim's back and get to work freeing his twin's lower body from the unfair confinement of his shorts, and soon found himself giving the other mustelid's perfect rump a spirited groping, which James seemed to enjoy, if the groans were any indication.

Nigel lay down on his back with James looming over him, now stroking Nigel's cock even faster, but as the arrow-marked otter tentatively inched one finger towards the other male's back door, he made an alarmed noise directly into the kiss as he realized he was already approaching climax. He tried to break off the kiss to warn Jim to slow down, but somehow he found it so hard to move, so hard to resist the warm, soft tongue that rubbed sensually against his own, or the hand that fondled and squeezed his aching flesh in just the ways he liked it. Reluctantly surrendering to the pleasure, Nigel arched his back and cried out as his dick pulsated and spasmed, spilling his seed into the boxer shorts he still wore, writhing on the bed and tangling the sheets as he came, blushing as he felt the wet heat of his semen spreading over his penis and groin, soaking into the fabric of his underwear. And then... he found himself alone in bed, blinking in confusion as he sat up, looking around the room. "J-Jim?" he called, quietly, "Where'd you go, James?" Then, the arrow-marked male's brain kicked in fully, and he groaned out loud in bitterest disappointment as he sagged back down to the mattress. It had all been a blasted dream, his subconscious mind torturing him with the one thing he wanted most in all the world... his own brother's love. As he shifted slightly and felt something odd, Ni cringed and lifted up the sheets, confirming that while he hadn't really received a handjob from his twin, the orgasm had been real enough, and he'd had a wet dream, ejaculating in his boxers and making a sizable dark spot in his underwear over his slowly deflating penis. Gingerly sliding the boxers off and tossing them to the floor, Nigel reluctantly lay back down naked, glancing up longingly at the door, as if trying to will James to burst through it and profess his love in real life. When he didn't, Nigel rolled over to face the wall, curled up, and sighed out loud, silently praying that he didn't have any more dreams that night.