FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Unless Part Five By Green

The next morning, James woke up mercifully hangover-free and walked out into the main room to find Nigel sitting on the couch, naked below the waist. Looking up with a smile, as though normal people did this all the time, Ni nodded to his brother and gestured towards the kitchen area. "Morning, Jim," he said, cheerily, "You're just in time, I made waffles. Nice morning wood." James looked down almost idly while walking over, confirming the tent in his boxers, and made absolutely no effort to conceal it. "Good morning," he replied, as he approached the waffle iron and the plate of warm, soft-looking grids lying next to it. After covering them in syrup, Jim carried them back out to the living room, sitting in the chair opposite his twin, silently thinking perverted thoughts to try and keep himself hard, to better tease Nigel. The bow-marked otter focused on the last time they'd touched themselves together, feeling himself throb in his boxers as he recalled huddling outside Nigel's bedroom, listening to the cries of release from within, biting his lip to keep his own moans contained as he came, hard, into his free hand, slumping against the wall as he licked up his own semen, fantasizing that it was Nigel's. He couldn't maintain this daydream once he started eating, though, given how little his breakfast had in common with the taste of jism. (given how distractingly scrumptious he found his breakfast.) "Thanks, Nigel," he said, gesturing at his plate with his fork, "These are great." After swallowing a particularly delicious mouthful, the hungry mustelid licked his chops and grinned. "God, this is exactly what I needed first thing in the morning," James said happily as he patted his tummy, "Hey, you want to go swimming once I get out of the shower?" Nigel normally loved to start the day with a good swim, but much to James' surprise, his brother just shrugged, frowning slightly. "I'll let this one go because you just woke up, but, uh..."

Nigel nodded in the direction of one of the windows which faced the woods. For a moment James saw only trees, and then he pouted, as he realized it was raining outside. The twins generally left the blinds on that window open to let the sunlight in, reasoning that anyone in a position to peer into that particular window and see them strutting around half-naked (or pleasuring themselves, lately) would already have to be trespassing just to get there. "Supposed to rain all day, maybe all night," said Nigel, who was clearly just as enthusiastic about the news as his twin, "30% chance of thunderstorms, whatever that's worth. I'm sorry, brother, I guess we'll have to find something else to do tod- oh wow, you already have your pants off, that didn't take long." James had waited until Nigel was looking to the window, apparently preoccupied with the weather outside, and the bow-marked male was quietly pleased when his brother burst out laughing as James sat back down and continued eating his waffles with his dick standing proudly erect, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "What?" asked Jim, innocently, "I'm planning on taking a shower after this, I'm just... getting ready earlier than usual. Wait, where'd my boxers go? Oh, there they are." The underwear in question had 'somehow' ended up on the floor behind Jim's chair, so Nigel didn't exactly seem surprised when James reacted by getting up, turning around, and bending over to pick them up, giving his brother a nice, lingering view of his ass as he did so. Jim was quietly worried he was playing that particular card a bit often lately, but he just couldn't resist, he loved the way Nigel ogled his ass when he did it. Frankly, it was a toss-up which of them was smiling more when he sat back down. "So, uh, Nigel," James asked, "Don't suppose you wanna join me in the shower? I always have such trouble getting my back..." As it happened, Nigel had already had a shower that day, yet somehow, he seemed to have forgotten that as he enthusiastically agreed.

Once both otters were nice and clean again, fur freshly fluffed in the dryer, they put on their shirts... and that was it, since after spending the entirety of the shower teasing each other constantly, they were eager to get down to business. They sat down in the same seats they'd been in before, or rather, they sat down on the edge of those seats, the better to spread their legs and give each other an eyeful. James began squeezing and stroking his manhood immediately, but Nigel continued to deny himself, playing with his balls instead. Once he had finally given in and started pumping his fist along his shaft, Nigel slouched down low and moaned softly. "Oh, shit, I've needed this since last night..." he muttered, "Devon and June might have gotten their rocks off, but I needed to play host." James tilted his head, mildly surprised by this. "You didn't, you know, 'take care of business' after we went to bed?" the bow-marked otter asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. Nigel shrugged, grinning. "Nah, I had a lot to drink last night," Nigel admitted, "I just wanted to sleep it off... What about you?" James smiled back, blushing. "M-me neither," he admitted, "I was pretty tired, so I thought I'd just put it off until after we swam today... Ahhh, fuck..." James' blush increased as a drop of pre-come emerged from the tip of his prick and was quickly rubbed into the skin by his tight grip. He realized he was more turned on than usual, to be reacting like this already. After a few more minutes of the two otters teasing themselves, Nigel cleared his throat. "Hey, Jim..." he started, quietly, "All that talk yesterday of relationships and stuff, the way Julian was so candid about his sex life, it got me curious..." He took a deep breath, now blushing himself, "...Are you a top or a bottom?"

Hearing such a direct query from the handsome otter James thought of as his other half, the man he had such strong, forbidden feelings for, sent a burst of pleasure through his body. He inhaled sharply and averted his eyes as he answered. "Well... I... I'm practically a virgin," Jim admitted, "I've never done either." When Nigel responded, he sounded shocked, not judgemental. "Really?" the arrow-marked male asked, "I'm surprised. A strong, handsome otter like you..." James giggled despite himself at the compliment, and he shrugged his shoulders, daring to look back at his twin. "I dunno, I just... I've dated a few guys, but the furthest I ever got with them was handjobs," James confessed, wondering if his answer disappointed the other male. But Nigel just grinned a naughty grin and waited until they'd made eye contact again before he spoke. "Come on, Jimmy," he said, quietly, "It's cool if you've never actually slept with anyone... but you know yourself, right? I mean, you know what makes you feel good, right? So... are you a top or a bottom?" At these words, James shuddered from the tops of his ears to the tip of his tail. He felt a little light-headed as he took a deep breath and spoke candidly to the object of his affections. "...I'm a bottom," he said, confidently, "I just know it... Oh God, I can't believe I just told you that..."

James looked away again, feeling embarrassed, which might seem odd given that the brothers were masturbating together. The self-conscious otter looked back almost instantly as Nigel stiffened and moaned out loud, his cock leaking a dollop of pre to the floor between his feet. Jim felt a shudder of his own at the realization that his brother found his revelation incredibly arousing. Bracing himself for an answer he didn't like, James tried to sound casual as he replied, emboldened by Nigel's pleasure. "Wh-what about you, Ni?" he asked, "You done anything exciting?" Nigel shrugged bashfully, looking very much like James had after the initial question. "Well... I dated one guy who liked to suck my dick," he said, "But for whatever reason he never let me return the favour, so I've never gone further than a handy myself." Realizing that his twin had never performed The Deed either caused a sudden warm excitement to spread through James' chest, and he found himself blushing even harder than Nigel was. Ni didn't seem to notice this as he swallowed and smirked, adding one last thought. "...And for the record, I'm a top," he whispered, "I'm definitely, definitely a top." In that moment, as James learned that his twin's preferences played perfectly into the fantasies Jim had been enjoying for years, the bow-marked otter felt a sudden, incredibly powerful urge to throw caution - and sanity - to the wind, to prostrate himself on the ground, lift his tail before his sibling, and beg Nigel to fuck him, to make James his, to claim his brother's body the way he'd already claimed his heart... but he didn't. He just sat there in that seat, trembling with desire.

"Umm, you know, Nigel," he started, about a minute later, "You seemed really surprised that I haven't... you know... been with anybody. Have you, like, heard rumours about me or something?" The other twin laughed and shook his head. "Oh, fuck no, and if I had, I'd kick the ass of anyone spreading rumours about my brother, even if they were true," Nigel said, happily, "No, seriously, it's just that... God, James, do you even realize how sexy you are? I'm surprised you aren't just, like, constantly orbited by guys, trying to get your number." Jim just barely managed to suppress the urge to whimper at those words. This was the best conversation he'd had in years. "You... you really think I'm sexy, Nigel?" he asked, shyly, "I m-mean, we've been kinda flirting with each other for years, but was it a joke to you, or...?"

For a moment, Nigel's complete lack of reaction lead James to think his brother somehow hadn't heard him, and then the arrow-marked male broke eye contact, focusing on the cock in his brother's hand, and grinned self-consciously as he answered. "I... I don't know if we should be talking like this, Jim," said Nigel, "It's really t-turning me on, but..." James cleared his throat as he recalled wanting to present himself to his twin just earlier. He found he couldn't blush any harder than he already was. "What, are you worried a few words will get us so hot that we won't be able to resist our 'sinful urges'?" Jim asked, managing to make it sound like teasing, "Come on, we're both grown adults, you can be honest with me..." Slight movement caught James' eye, and he saw that Nigel's toes were curling up on the floor. It seemed like his brother was enjoying this as much as he was. "Well... yeah, man, you're fucking hot," Nigel admitted, "the way your muscles are nice and firm without being huge and thick, the way your fur is so sleek, the way you s-smile when you're happy, even the sound of your laugh... and goddamn, Jim, your ass is amazing. Jesus, if you weren't my brother..." He caught himself and stopped, but James looked directly into his brother's eyes and slowly nodded, silently begging him to finish that thought. "...If you weren't my brother," continued Nigel quietly, after a long moment, "I would love to fuck you."

Just when he thought this conversation couldn't get him any more turned on, James stiffened from head to toe, moaning softly, his prick throbbing hard and drooling more pre onto the floor beneath him, getting a little on the chair he was sitting on. Neither brother noticed, as lost in each other as they were by now. "Oh God..." breathed James, before getting himself back into something resembling 'composure'. "That... that p-probably shouldn't make me as hot as it does..." he confessed, shrugging somewhat self-consciously. Nigel sighed with pleasure. "Christ, it feels so good to j-just say these things instead of, you know, dancing around them like we always do..." the arrow-marked otter murmured. James swallowed nervously before he spoke. "Um, on that note, Ni, I... I think you're one of the sexiest guys I've ever seen. Even the way you c-comb your whiskers is attractive!" Technically, it still counted as 'one of' the sexiest guys he'd ever seen if he thought Nigel was the sexiest guy he'd ever seen, right? "And I... oh boy, I w-would love to let you fuck me," he continued, his tail twitching upwards as he imagined it. Realizing he'd maybe been too honest, Jim looked up with a start and added "If - if you weren't my brother, I mean!" James fought the urge to stroke himself as fast as he could, to reach the orgasm his body was now aching for. Even if they hadn't had a rule against climaxing together, there was no way he was going to abandon this conversation so quickly! After a moment, Nigel grinned, even as he began to pant from his own growing arousal. "I don't know, Jim," he said, putting on a faux-doubtful expression as he glanced down at his own penis, "This is an awful lot of dick, and that virgin ass of yours looks p-pretty fucking tight... you s-sure you could fit it all in there? ...Hypothetically speaking, of course." James chuckled, shaking his head. "Look at you, sh-showing off," Jim said, "I b-bet our dicks are the same length down to the atom. But you know what, yeah, I feel pretty confident that with enough lube, I could take you... hypothetically speaking." Another naughty idea crept into Jim's head, and he swallowed as he built up the courage necessary to ask the question. "Hey, Nige..." he said, "If - if we weren't brothers, what position would you most wanna take me in?"

Nigel bit his lip, and James could swear the other male was trembling. "Oooh, that's a g-good question," the arrow-marked otter murmured, "You know, you spend so much time in the kitchen without pants that, uh, if we weren't related, I might want to bend you over that counter and pound you 'til you made a mess of the cabinets under it..." Swallowing, James whimpered, unable to not vividly picture the two of them entwined in such an act, imagining himself pushing back against every one of Nigel's thrusts, practically able to hear their lusty cries of pleasure... But Nigel put on a thoughtful look. "But you know what? Ignoring the convenience of a bottomless bottom next to the c-counter," he said, teasingly, "I've always wanted to, ah, to fuck a guy up against a wall. Mmmm, that's the t-ticket, just pin you to the wall between our bedrooms and take you hands-free, nice and slow and hard... I'm no canine, but I think I'd like to nibble on your n-neck a little bit, s-see how we like it... you know, if we weren't brothers."

James tried to resist, but the moan burst forth from him anyways, refusing to be contained as he shuddered from head to toe at the vividness of his brother's words. His eyes had glazed over, no longer looking at Nigel, lost in the fantasy of the two of them having sex, and his dick was leaking a constant stream of pre-come by now. "What about you, James?" Nigel asked, cutting through the haze, "You know, if we were just two guys, and not twins... how would you want me to take you?" High on adrenaline and emotions, James giggled. "Oh, I don't know, that s-sounded pretty good to me..." he admitted, still imagining being railed against the far wall of the room. Nigel persisted though, which Jim had to admit he liked. "C-come on, man, you've gotta have your own fantasies, right? When you p-picture, um, being with guys..." the arrow-marked male prodded, "How do you do it?" After sighing with pleasure, James took a deep breath, scarcely able to believe he was saying these words out loud. "Well, I've got t-two favourites," he started, carefully, "The first one is, uh... down on all fours, face on the ground, ass in the air, um, y-you'd be behind me, holding my hips with my tail against your chest, and you'd be p-pulling me back against you as you, you know, thrust." Nigel moaned softly, and James' manhood throbbed hard, as if encouraged. "Ohhh, that sounds really nice, brother," Nigel groaned, "P-please, I've gotta hear the other one..." Swallowing, his mouth dreadfully dry, James began to squirm in his seat, feeling the urge to finger his rear, but somehow not wanting to do so in front of Nigel, even as he stroked his cock and talked about how he'd like the guy to fuck him. "Y-yeah, the other one is, um, s-sort of like missionary, eh?" he said, starting to shake, "I'm - I'm on my back, and you're between my legs and - and fucking me, so that you can lean forward and I - I can, like, hold you close or, um, k-kiss you while we're doing it... God that one makes me so hot... um, when I p-picture guys who aren't my brother, I mean." A part of James was still distantly amused by the way they kept inserting these clarifications, but another part of him wanted to hear Nigel admit that he wanted to fuck the bow-marked otter regardless of their relation, that he loved James as much as he loved Nigel back... "That one... that one seems so you, somehow," Nigel said, chuckling, "You definitely s-seem like the cuddling type, it's cute."

Before James could think of an appropriate response to that, his twin continued. "Yeah, I could d-definitely work with that one," Nigel said, his voice low and sensual, "If we weren't related, I mean. Mmm, my arms around your shoulders, t-taking you slow and gentle - unless you asked me to go harder, of course, I'm not g-gonna argue... lots of nuzzling and nipping at your cheeks, whispering s-sweet nothings in your ear... A-and then, right before you come, I kiss you, so that only I can hear you moaning as you make a b-big mess all over yourself. Then, after, I help you c-clean it up... with my tongue." Hearing the brother he not-so-secretly loved describe his own fantasy that way was setting James' entire nervous system a-tingling. He'd been stroking himself with his eyes shut tight, lost in the ecstasy of the vivid picture painted by Nigel's words. He could have stayed that way for the rest of his life... except that he'd been so enthralled by this conversation that he had been ignoring the warning signs his own body had been sending him, and now, suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he realized what was happening, just a little bit too late.

"Oh! Oh shit!" James gasped, struggling to stand up, but he couldn't get his feet under him, as distracted as he was. "Fuck! No! N-not now! Not here!" James cried, desperately fighting the rising flood of pleasure, but it only bought him a few seconds. "J-James?" Nigel asked, sounding dearly concerned, "What's -" But before the arrow-marked otter could even finish the question, James answered it for him, arching his back as his whole body stiffened up, overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. Despite the horror a part of his mind still felt, James couldn't bring himself to turn away from the pleasure, couldn't bear to let go of his cock, to stop stroking his pulsing flesh and ruin his climax. And so, in full sight of his brother, James Ellison moaned and cried out as he ejaculated helplessly, his prick throbbing again and again, sending long, ropey strands of hot, wet jism jetting out into the cool air of the room to fall to the hardwood floor between his twitching feet with a series of audible splatters. Pleasure burned through his body in time with his spasms, leaving a pleasant tingling in its wake, and he couldn't help but groan as he trembled his way through his release. This orgasm was the most intense he'd had since the first night the twins allowed themselves to show their arousal to each other. Deep down, where his brain still functioned, Jim knew he was coming so hard because the man he loved was watching him do it.

* * *

Nigel stared wide-eyed, his jaw hanging open in shock, drinking in every forbidden detail as his beloved twin writhed in climax. James came and came and came, as though he were trying to drain the contents of his testicles entirely, no doubt urged on by the fact that Nigel was watching, that this particular orgasm was a forbidden act. Part of his mind protested the wrongness of this, but Nigel couldn't bear to look away; the sight was straight out of his fantasies. When James finally finished, the exhausted otter slumped down in his seat, his head hanging down like a puppet with its strings cut. He actually whimpered out loud as he buried his face in his hands, shaking his head almost violently. "No, no, no, no, nooooo..." he moaned, sounding like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to scream furiously or break down crying, "God damn it, it wasn't supposed to happen like this..." The humiliated otter peeked out from between his fingers, laid eyes on the semen glistening on the floor, and groaned again, as if he'd been hoping he'd imagined that climax. James got to his feet, standing somewhat unsteadily, and Nigel felt slightly ashamed of himself that he automatically glanced at his brother's dick, noting that James had gone soft after his release in record time. "Fuck! Fuck!" cried Jim, turning away from Nigel and the mess he'd made, whimpering in shame. "James, it's oka-" Nigel started, but James whirled around and interrupted him. "No! No it's not okay, dammit!" the bow-marked otter practically screamed at his twin, "I - I fucking blew my load in front of you because I g-got so distracted - ah, Jesus Christ - because I was daydreaming about getting fucked in the ass by my own brother! I crossed a goddamn line, Nigel, I crossed a line and now everything is ruined!" Having wandered over to the side of the room, James suddenly turned on the wall, pounding a fist against it with an angry cry, before slumping against that same wall as if he wasn't sure he could support his own weight.

"I'm... I'm s-sorry, Nigel..." James said, so quietly his brother almost couldn't hear, "I... We never should have pushed things, we sh-should have just left it at the 'no boners' rule, everything worked and it was light and fun and it didn't mean anything..." The despairing male sounded a little choked up, genuinely upset. "I g-guess we'll have to, um, stop doing stuff together at all, now. God, I'm such a fuck-up!" He groaned miserably again, and Nigel stood and took a few hesitant steps forward. Seeing James so upset had him torn; every instinct in his body told him to walk across the room and take the man in his arms. Even setting aside the fact that he was quietly in love with James, when a member of your family is in pain, you're supposed to try to comfort them, and a hug can go a long way. But then, having Ni touch him just now might make things worse for poor James... not to mention the fact that the arrow-marked male had been pretty far along himself when his brother succumbed to the pleasure, and despite what had happened, Nigel still had a raging hard-on. If only he'd brought some shorts in here... "Sorry? For what?" Nigel finally said, "For that? It's okay, James, calm down, it's not like you got any on me or anything, right?" For the second time since he'd spilled his seed, James looked over at his brother, pain and shame burning in his angry eyes. "'Calm down'?!" Jim repeated, "Easy for you to say! You're not the one who just fucking committed incest!"

That sparked an idea in Nigel's mind, and he kept walking closer, erection or no erection. "Seriously, brother, stop," Nigel said, firmly but gently, "Take a deep breath and think about what just happened. I mean, for fuck's sake, Jim, it's not like we're not jerking it when we're alone. I think you know as well as I do that whenever we had one of those 'no boner' sessions, I'd go back to my room and beat off thinking about you. And you know what? I'd be willing to bet serious money that you did the same thing thinking about me." He stopped about six feet away from his twin, giving the other mustelid a little space. "I think we need another rule change, brother," Nigel said, evenly, as James looked over at him distrustfully. "We can't just change the rule after the fact to make it okay, Ni," the bow-marked otter muttered dejectedly, "That's not how rules work." Nigel had expected him to say something like that, and now he nodded sympathetically before he continued. "Well, think about it," Nigel murmured, "You just said 'you're not the one who just committed incest', right?" James glared at him, obviously not in the mood to play along. Nigel had been expecting that too, so he just kept going. "James, incest is the act of two family members, you know, doing sexy deeds together, right?" he said, "Well, I'll admit that jerking off is a sexy deed, but you're missing the other part. The 'together' part."

At this, James finally turned around all the way, leaning his back against the wall and squinting at the other otter, his whiskers twitching curiously for a long, silent moment. "...What do you mean?" he finally asked, as Nigel put on a small smile. "You were beating off in that chair, right?" Nigel asked rhetorically, pointing, "Well, I was on the couch, which is all the way over there. I never laid a finger on you. All you did was, you know, masturbate. Does that_sound like incest to you?" James bit his lip, still looking uncertain. "Well, when you put it _that way..." he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. Nigel smiled. "One guy can't commit incest by himself, Jim. In fact, what do you say we draw the line there from now on, eh?" Nigel asked, softly, "How about, 'it isn't incest unless you touch each other'? No need for this 'where the other guy can see you' thing, you can do whatever you want to yourself, and if I just happen to be around to watch you do it, well..." James got off the wall and stood up straight, and Nigel realized the fur under his brother's eyes was damp with tears, just before the bow-marked male self-consciously brought a hand up to wipe at them. "S-so, I haven't ruined our relationship?" James asked, his voice just above a whisper, "The, uh, the normal one I mean, not the 'taboo flirting with each other' one." Nigel smiled even wider and shook his head. "Not at all, you're still my twin, dude. My other half," he said, warmly, "Two sides of the same person, remember? It'd take a lot more than this to ruin what we've got." James finally smiled back at that, and Nigel swallowed as his brother's gaze briefly dipped down to his pelvis, where his dick remained stubbornly rigid. "...So, uh, if the other side of my person had a hard-on, and I wanted to watch him finish himself off, that would be okay?" Jim asked, actually managing to make his tone sound casual, "I wouldn't want someone I care about to get blue balls, after all..."

Nigel shivered, grinning as James looked him up and down. "Well, now that you mention it," Nigel said, "I guess that would be perfectly fine, under that rule." James smiled widely and started walking into the kitchen area, swaying his hips a little, as If he knew Nigel would be ogling his butt. "I'm gonna get some paper towels, clean up that mess before it dries on the floor," the bow-marked otter said, a lot more cheerily than before, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable again?" A moment passed in silence before the bow-marked otter nodded to himself. "'It isn't incest unless you touch.' Yeah, I do like that rule. Let's go with that..." Chuckling, Nigel walked back over to the TV area. Glancing at James, who was retrieving a roll of paper towel, Nigel quickly crouched, ran a finger through the still-warm jism on the floor, and stuck it in his mouth as he stepped back over to the couch, barely able to keep from moaning as he sampled his brother's flavour. Nigel wasn't enough of a semen connoisseur to be able to tell the difference between Jim's seed and his own, but just the idea that it was his twin's sent a shudder down his spine all the way to the tip of his twitching tail. As James came over, Nigel tried to look innocent - well, as innocent as you_can_ look while taking hold of your erection, anyway - and idly wondered to himself if it would be a violation of their new rule if they came into shot glasses and traded. Chuckling again, he pushed the ridiculous image out of his mind and focused on the fact that James had his tail up in the air yet again, shaking his butt slightly as he cleaned up the sperm he'd left on the floor, humming happily to himself.

"God, you have such a sexy ass," Nigel murmured, deliriously happy to be able to say such things directly. James chuckled. "I wish we'd changed the rule before I came, I would have shown you how I normally get off!" the bow-marked male said, "One hand on my dick, two fingers under my tail. I've been trying to work up to three, but my backside is just so tight, I can't make them fit yet..." Nigel inhaled sharply as his cock throbbed, drooling some pre onto the couch. James was obviously teasing him, but goddamn if it wasn't working... Ni scooted forward, to keep his fluids from dripping onto the expensive leather sofa. "Oh, fuck," Nigel groaned, "J-James, promise me that you'll demonstrate your technique for me the next time we do this? God, the idea that you finger that beautiful rump of yours... I think I might come just from watching that." James laughed and shook his ass teasingly before he got back up. "It's still raining, brother," Jim commented, "And we've got a whole day ahead of us. We might just get to test that theory. But one thing at a time, first, you need to relax, stop worrying... take a load off." Nigel would have snickered at that terrible pun if he wasn't already so close to the edge. He was amazed how little he'd backed off while he was reassuring his brother that they still hadn't crossed the line that society insisted must keep them apart. But then, he supposed the idea of changing the rule this way had turned him on in and of itself, imagining what he and Jim could get up to from now on... Walking closer, eyes locked on Nigel's straining cock, James licked his lips, apparently unconsciously. "So, Ni..." he whispered, "Did you... did you like watching me come? I have to admit... I thought it was wrong... I thought it was perverted... I thought I was breaking the rule... but knowing that you were right there, watching me come, made it feel so good, I could barely stand it! Please come, brother, shoot your load for me, make us even... please?"

As James watched, his whiskers twitching eagerly, Nigel squirmed on the couch and whimpered out loud, curling his webbed toes as he tried to resist the pleasure that was building up inside him. "Jesus Christ..." he moaned, "When the hell did you s-start using d-dirty talk, James?" Jim sat down next to him on the chesterfield, turning in the seat so he was facing his brother, giving Nigel his full attention. "Since we decided we're allowed to watch each other come, of course," James said, cheerily, "I have to admit it, you always said things like that in my fantasies... is that not something you'd really do?" Nigel managed a somewhat strained laugh. "Not really, it never occurred t-to me..." he admitted, before adding "Though somehow I think I c-could grow to like it, ohhh..." He continued for some time, panting and whimpering and dripping pre, before he suddenly leaned back against the seat, slouched way down. "What are you doing?" asked James, mildly concerned that he wouldn't get the show he wanted. Nigel just grinned. "T-trying to contain the mess, you d-doofus," he said, "Not everyone w-wants to just b-bust a nut on the floor... Oh God, I - I'm so close, I'm so close..." Leaning in a little closer, James watched his brother writhing on the couch, breathing hard and shuddering visibly. "Do it, Nigel, finish it!" James said, grinning encouragingly. As if spurred on by this little comment, but probably because the arrow-marked otter simply couldn't fight it anymore, Nigel cried out in pleasure as he lifted his back from the couch, stiffening from head to toe as his climax washed over him. His fist continued to pump along his shaft even as it pulsed and throbbed, spilling thick, wet volleys of otter semen onto his shirt, painting the tight fabric with hot, fragrant come as the trembling male grunted in time with the spasms of pleasure that rocked his entire body. Watching, enthralled, James felt his flaccid penis twitching in perfect time with his brother's orgasm, even as spent as he was. The bow-marked male found that a part of him desperately wanted to take hold of Nigel's pulsing cock, to help finish him off. But instead he just sat there, practically in awe, finally getting to see the other male in the throes of passion, as he'd imagined him so many times before. When Nigel finally slumped down with a loud groan, flopping loosely against the couch, James admired the view, from his brother's slowly deflating cock to the shirt which lay tight against his fur and muscles, glistening with the sperm he'd generously draped over it. After a moment, Nigel looked back up and grinned a tired grin. "Wow..." he said, quietly, "You were right, Jim. It is better with you watching." James laughed softly at that, then admired the view as Nigel carefully peeled his shirt off. "So, let's drink some OJ, make fun of something on TV, and then go back to jacking off together," suggested James, "That sound good to you?" The width of Nigel's smile gave him all the answer he needed.

The brothers Ellison went on to do just that, with James inviting Nigel into his bedroom so that he could show off his 'usual technique', as requested. As it turned out, Nigel didn't_spontaneously ejaculate just from watching Jim finger himself, but he did say, multiple times, that watching his twin pleasuring himself that way was the single most arousing thing he'd ever seen. This new, much more personal game went on for several days, with the two of them exploring as many different ways to pleasure themselves as they could think of, even making requests of each other; at one point, Nigel lay down on the floor with his hips up in the air against a wall and gave himself a facial, spilling his seed all over his furry face, making quite a mess of his whiskers. Another time, James tried to get himself off by _only rubbing his prostate, but when he couldn't quite manage anything except desperate frustration, Nigel mercifully 'allowed' him to finish himself off with a few good strokes. And all the while, they maintained their usual schedule, watching TV, going swimming, and even spending time apart, perhaps to watch a movie or poke around online through their laptops. James confessed to Nigel that he'd been a little worried that this new level of closeness would lead them to spend all day, every day displaying themselves for each other, but so far it hadn't come to that. And then came the following Saturday...

James had just come back from doing a couple of errands in town, but somehow he was not surprised to find Nigel lounging naked on the couch when he got back. He was a bit surprised, however, when Nigel gasped and practically fell off the sofa as he caught sight of his brother walking in the door. "Shit!" gasped Nigel, blushing hard and scrambling for the remote, which danced out of his hands thanks to his haste, clattering across the floor to his brother's sandaled feet. James set down the bag of groceries and picked up the remote as Nigel sat there looking guilty. The bow-marked otter walked over to the TV area, curious, and laughed as he caught sight of the screen, where a beagle was bent over a glass table, gleefully getting sodomized by a slim, fit cheetah. "Well, I gotta say, the sci-fi channel's direct-to-TV quality has gotten way better in the last couple weeks," deadpanned James, before he frowned and regarded the screen more carefully, "Wait, this is letterboxed, but the pay-per-view channels fill the screen... Are you watching a DVD? I didn't know you even owned any hard-copy porno!" Toeing at the floor self-consciously, Nigel pouted as the two 'actors' on the screen continued energetically screwing. "It's - It's not like that!" he protested, "Julian gave it to me when he was here, said if I couldn't have a boyfriend, at least I could mix things up a little... I, uh, never bothered watching it before, but today I got kinda horny, and you weren't here, so..." Spying an open DVD case on the couch next to him, James grabbed it, against Nigel's protests. Once again, James let out a delighted laugh. "Oh my God, it's called 'Cat Man Do'?" he asked, delighted, "That's beautiful, I hope whoever thought of that got a promotion. Or at least a blowjob."

Glancing up, Jim saw Nigel burying his face in his hands and groaning. The bow-marked otter paused the video with the remote just as the camera cut to an angle under the glass table, showing an underside close-up of the puddle of pre-come forming under the tip of the beagle's leaking prick. After admiring the shot for a moment, James went and sat down next to his squirming brother and smiled at him good-naturedly. "What's up, brother?" Jim asked, "Seriously, Nigel, we jack off together all the time, you're acting like we're straight and this is the first time I've seen you beating your meat." Nigel looked up and managed a weak smile. "Perish the thought, pussies are weird," he said, in a pretty good imitation of their beaver friend, complete with a limp-wristed wave of dismissal, before going back to his real voice with a sheepish admission. "I - I don't know," Nigel said, "I know we've jerked off together, and you've even seen me come a bunch of times now, but, uh, somehow it's different when it's just me watching porn and you catch me in the act. By the way, what gives? You're like a half-hour early." James shrugged. "The pharmacy was closed," he said, "I forgot the weekend hours were different." Nigel nodded absently and then shrugged again. "I guess when you get caught jerking it to porn, you just panic, eh?" he said, shaking his head. James had gone back to the DVD case, snickering at the incredibly blatant screenshots on the back. "Oh man, 'from the makers of 'All-Male Action: The Butt-Smacking Inferno'?" he asked, deeply amused, "I love that something with that name exists. I almost want to know what it means..."

When he looked up again, Nigel was sitting there with crossed arms, blushing almost purple. Gesturing towards his brother's dick with one hand and unpausing the movie with the other, James looked at Ni expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Jim prodded, making a jerking motion in the air in case his request was too subtle. "Go ahead and finish up!" Frowning at his twin, Nigel shook his head. "Man, I'm not your trained monkey, doing tricks for your amusement..." the arrow-marked otter complained, "And I only just got started, you walked in like ten seconds after I got all the way hard." James' face lit up at this proclamation, tossing away the DVD case, instantly forgotten. "Oh, even better!" said a delighted Jim, "Fuck the movie, let me get my stuff off and I'll join you!" As he started getting undressed, the attention of both brothers was drawn to the screen by a long, low moan, and both otters paused to admire the shot of the beagle's hands-free orgasm, focusing on the canine's throbbing dick ejaculating prolifically all over the pane of glass between him and the camera. As the cheetah sped up his strokes, another pair of men, a lion and a human, walked into the room and took up positions against a wall, while James shook his head and snickered. "You know, this stuff may be dumb as hell," he commented, "But I'll say this about gay porn. At least everybody actually gets to come." As James unzipped his fly and freed his mostly-flaccid penis from the confines of his boxers, he took a deep breath of air tinged with the musky scent of male arousal, already looking forward to the day they were about to spend together.