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Unless Part Six By Green

After discarding his clothes, James Ellison and his brother Nigel were, once again, teasing themselves for each others' benefit as they watched Cat Man Do, an all-male porno movie where all the tops were feline. Of course, the otters had quickly lost all interest in the video in favour of leering at each other, only realizing that the movie was even still on when they heard the sound of a cheetah groaning as he pulled out of his canine partner, finishing himself off with urgent strokes as he came, painting the beagle's back with an impressive amount of his seed. Setting the pretense aside, the twins turned the movie off to better focus on each other as they played with themselves. James spoke up for the first time in a few minutes after they'd made themselves comfortable. "Hey Nigel, can I, uh, can I make a request?" he asked, almost nervously. Nigel grinned. "You can request anything you'd like, brother," the other male replied, "I can't promise I'll want to do it, though." James smiled bashfully, his whiskers twitching and his tail slapping against the couch in nervous agitation. "Well, uh... I was wondering..." he started, as he gathered his courage, "Can I, uh, get close and look you in the eyes when you come? I've heard there's all these emotions and stuff that makes it, you know, really intimate and stuff..." Once again, Nigel was blushing, but this time there was a smile on his face. "Oh... you, uh, you were so nervous, I was afraid you were gonna ask for something gross..." Nigel replied, "But, uh, sure, I actually like the sound of eye contact, as long as you let me watch you too..."

At James' urging, Nigel lay down along the couch, making himself comfortable, and then Jim climbed atop, on all fours above his twin, as though each was facing a mirror. Then, bracing his weight against the back of the couch so he could free a hand, James began to stroke himself while looking deep into his brother's eyes. As Nigel took hold of his own manhood, James grinned bashfully. "Umm, don't worry about the mess, I'll help you clean up afterwards," the bow-marked twin said, "Just relax and do your thing..." With that, the otters continued stroking themselves in more or less silence, smiling somewhat self-consciously at each other. "You know, Jim," Nigel said, a few minutes later, "You're pretty close to me right now. I mean, we're practically - what do you call it - frotting." Chuckling softly, James glanced down at their dicks and regarded them thoughtfully. "Not making you nervous, am I Nigel?" he teased, playfully, "One slip, and one of us could be touching his own brother's dick! Or worse, our balls would touch, and then we'd be gay." Nigel laughed at that even as he shook his head. "Or maybe you're worried you might get tempted?" continued James, after a moment's thought, leering at Nigel with naughty eyes, his tail swaying back and forth, "I mean, we've both thought about it, right? Abandoning the rules, giving in to temptation, having at each other with everything we've got... Mmmm, just look at my prick, brother. It's so big and hard and warm, and it's all because of you... Pretty soon I'm gonna start pre-ing, I think." As he spoke, he tilted his head back and pushed his hips forward, to make his erection more prominent in Nigel's view even as his stroking slowed down. Nigel didn't say anything, but he bit his lip as he stared at James' cock, despite himself. Jim continued in his 'dirty talk' voice, rather enjoying himself. "I've seen the look in your eyes when you watch me touch myself, Ni," he whispered, "The look in your eyes when I come for you... you want to touch it, don't you? There's nothing you'd like more in the world than to just reach up here and wrap your fingers around your own brother's thick, hard shaft, and -" James had been planning to keep going, to keep teasing Nigel, but the other male unexpectedly interrupted him... by reaching up and wrapping his fingers around his own brother's thick, hard shaft.

As he felt Nigel push his own hand away and take hold of his prick, James yelped out loud, his eyes widening in shock. "N-Nigel!" he gasped, unable to form a coherent sentence, looking down at his brother with what may be the most mixed set of emotions the bow-marked otter had ever experienced in his life. Jim closed his own hand around Nigel's wrist as he looked down at his twin's face with longing and panic fighting it out in his eyes. "J-Jesus, Ni, I was just k-kidding!" James stammered, "You can't - you gotta let go, man! You're breaking the rule, it would - it would be incest!" Nigel said nothing, but after a moment, he smiled, and James couldn't help but moan as he felt his brother lightly squeezing his penis. "You're right," said Nigel, calmly, "It is big and warm and hard, feels nice in my hand... sounds like you like it, too." James whimpered even as he throbbed against Nigel's fingers, his ears going down in embarrassment and his whiskers dancing with agitation. "D-Dammit, I can't - we can't just do it because it feels good or because we want to," James protested, "That's why we didn't just jump each other when we were seventeen and we found out we both wanted each other! You're - you're making me want it, Ni, and that's not f-fair!" Nigel grinned his biggest, handsomest smile, and James cursed himself for feeling warm and soft inside at the sight. "Not fair?" repeated Nigel, chuckling, "Well, you know what they say, James... All's fair in love and war."

As Nigel squeezed Jim's hard-on again, the bow-marked otter whimpered with pleasure, a drop of pre emerging from the tip of his cock before Ni extended his thumb and gently rubbed it into the skin on the head of his brother's cock. "Nigel..." whispered James, the conflict obvious in his voice, "P-please..." Nigel reached up and touched his other hand to James' cheek, and the trembling male whimpered even as he instinctively nuzzled against it. "Jim, listen to yourself," said Nigel, gently, "You haven't once actually said 'no' or told me you didn't want to do this, you haven't actually told me to stop. I mean, you've been holding my wrist this whole time, and you haven't made one effort to make me let go. I'm lying under you. Do you really think I could keep you here if you didn't want to be here?" A blushing James pouted, shaking his head. "It's not that simple, Ni, it never was..." he whispered, "You're my brother... no, you're more than that... you're my other half, and I - I need you in my life... But if we do this, if we push past this line and then we feel guilty about it afterwards, it could ruin our relationship, and... I don't know that I could live with myself if I let that happen." Nigel began to stroke his brother's cheek with his thumb and smiled softly. "I'm gonna be honest with you, Jim," the arrow-marked otter said, "I'm not half as calm as I sound, I'm pretty impressed with myself for hiding it this well. I wasn't, you know, planning on grabbing your dick today, it was just instinct. But if it was instinct, can it really be all that bad?" James whimpered again; his brother's words were just so damned reasonable, and the temptation was growing inside him with every syllable.

"James, look at me..." continued Nigel, "Has either one of us ever hurt the other intentionally? Have we ever done anything that the other just couldn't understand? If you really want me to stop, I'll let go, I promise. We can back off for a while and, I don't know, pretend this never happened. But... I want to do this for you, James. I want to do this for you because you're my twin. I want you to trust me, and stop worrying about what might happen, because I just want to make you feel good." James trembled above him, and without any action whatsoever from Nigel's hand, James' manhood throbbed again, leaking a little pre onto his brother's belly. When Jim finally spoke up again, his voice was barely above a whisper. "But... we can't just give in to all our desires, there's gotta be limits..." he said, "What do we do about the rule?" Nigel looked off to the side for a moment before returning to his brother's eyes. "Hmmm... Well, giving another guy a handjob really isn't that different from masturbating, eh?" the arrow-marked male said, "But if your dick ends up anywhere wet, that's something you can't do by yourself." "Unless you're flexible..." muttered James. Nigel snorted in amusement. "Okay, okay, fair point," Ni conceded, "Some guys can suck their own dicks... But you know what I mean. How about we make the rule 'It's not incest unless you couldn't do it on your own'?"

At that moment, James felt a tremendous surge of relief flow through him, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he felt the urge, for the first time in years, to lean down and kiss the other otter, but then he heard Nigel's voice in his head admonishing him - what did I just say? - and thought better of it. "I think that's a fantastic idea, Ni," he said, letting his tail droop down to rub lovingly against his twin's, "Simply fantastic."

With that, Nigel finally began to stroke his brother's cock, and James tensed up, moaning again at the sensation of someone else's fingers teasing against his most sensitive flesh. "Oh God - oh God yes," whimpered James, shuddering from head to toe, "Oh, Nigel..." As he continued to stroke and squeeze, Nigel began to whisper to the other otter. "That's it, Jimmy, just relax," he said, "God, this is so fucking hot... I've wanted to do this for you for years now." James pouted briefly and muttered something about not calling him 'Jimmy', but it's hard to build up much annoyance towards someone when he's giving you a handjob. The bow-marked otter began to roll his hips, unconsciously thrusting slightly into his brother's hand, which caused his scrotum to sway back and forth, gently pushing against Nigel's hand every time he came to the base of James' cock. There was still a part of the bow-marked male - the part of him that remembered a time not too long ago when they weren't even allowed to get hard-ons around each other - that was nervous about the idea of letting Nigel jerk him off... but his heart was racing from excitement and delight, and there was such a warmth, a tenderness in Nigel's expression, that a part of James wondered why they hadn't been doing this all along. Besides, as Nigel continued to stroke him, teasing his fingers up and down his brother's dick, it felt fantastic, and James couldn't bring himself to ask the other male to stop.

"Uhh, is this good?" Nigel asked, "I'm kinda winging it, wouldn't want to finally do this and then have it turn out mediocre." In response, James pushed his hips forward more quickly, as if he was burying himself to the hilt in a lover's body... or at least, he was pretty sure that's what it would be like. "It's j-just great, Ni, keep going!" the bow-marked mustelid said, trying to sound encouraging. Nigel grinned and resumed stroking, this time with both brothers losing themselves in the moment they were finally allowing themselves to share with each other. Belatedly, James lifted one hand and reached down towards his twin's dick, but Nigel bonked it away with a knee. "Nuh-uh, this is my moment," Nigel said playfully, "First I get to play with you, and then it can be your turn." James chuckled, but he was more than okay with that. With nothing left to do with his hands, the bow-marked male braced them on either side of Nigel's head and just shuddered, enjoying the sensations more than he'd even expected he would. "God, your hands feel so good..." James whispered, unaware he was doing so out loud. Nigel snickered and squeezed his brother's prick. "And here I was just thinking your dick almost feels bigger than mine," Nigel teased, "How uncivilized of me..."

They kept going for a few minutes, and while James managed to suppress the moan that wanted to escape when a shudder of pleasure ran through his body and he leaked a little pre-come, he couldn't help but moan when he realized he could feel that pre getting Nigel's hand wet and slick, making it easier to slide along his straining shaft. "Oh Ni, th-this is awesome..." Jim said, shivering. Nigel leaned up and playfully licked his brother's nose before he answered. "You ain't seen nothing yet, Jim," he replied, "let me show you..." James opened his eyes, as he'd closed them to focus on the pleasure, but he didn't see Nigel doing anything. Which is why James inhaled sharply, a sort of reverse gasp, when he felt his brother's free hand on his rear. Nigel gently and lovingly rubbed against his brother's rump and gave one buttock a curious squeeze. Before a blushing James could respond, Nigel sighed happily. "Ohhh... it really is that soft..." Nigel breathed, "You have no idea how good it feels to find out I'm right about that..." James continued to squirm as Nigel explored his backside, squeezing his cheeks, getting a feel for the fur, and teasing his fingertips along the underside of James' tail, which kept twitching as he did so. "N-Nigel..." the bow-marked male started, but the fondling was so distracting he was having trouble forming a sentence. "Shhh, it's okay," whispered Nigel, "Like I said, it's nothing you can't do yourself... speaking of which..." He let go of his brother's ass, somewhat reluctantly, and reached under the couch, which had a fabric drape hanging down to hide the underside from casual view. His hand returned with a tube of lubricant jelly. Seeing James stare, Nigel shrugged. "Well, I was watching porn," he said, simply, "I'd only just gotten hard, so if you hadn't barged in..."

Letting that thought trail off, Nigel tried to get the tube open one-handed for several unsuccessful seconds before James leaned back into a kneeling position to free his hands, and took the tube from him. "Here, uh, let me help..." he said, blushing a little harder, "Umm, Nigel, are you really gonna...?" He trailed off, as Nigel was already nodding. "Ohhh, brother, I've wanted to play with your ass since long before you told me you were a bottom," Nigel said, as James squirted a little lube onto his brother's left hand... and drooled a little more pre onto his brother's right hand. "But since you actually showed off for me? God, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it..." Once Nigel's fingers were nice and slick, he moved his hand back around behind James, who closed the tube and unceremoniously dropped it on the floor before leaning forward again and returning his hands to their positions on either side of his brother's head. When Jim looked over his shoulder nervously, Nigel clicked his tongue. "Don't watch, James, half the fun is knowing you can't see what's coming," he chided, winking, "You trust me not to hurt you, right?" Shivering, James averted his eyes, but he couldn't help grinning. "...Start with one finger, okay?" he asked, quietly. "Anything you want, brother," replied Nigel, "Anything you want..."

It wasn't exactly a surprise when James felt his brother get started, when Nigel's thumb began teasing against the underside of his tail, tracing it down to the tight ring of muscle at its base. And yet, the bow-marked otter still moaned out loud when he felt his twin brush a single slicked-up finger against his anus, which clenched instinctively, bracing itself against the intruder. Despite James' worries, Nigel didn't just jam it in roughly, he left his finger exactly where it was until James relaxed and the tension in his muscles eased. Even then, Nigel just began to rub his fingertip in a circle, teasing against his brother's back door as if getting it used to the idea of what was about to happen. Meanwhile, James was slightly embarrassed to realize that he was now leaking so much pre that it felt like Nigel had rubbed the lube onto both hands. Even as he played with his sibling's ass, the arrow-marked male continued to stroke up and down along James' prick, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the glistening, straining flesh and seeking out Jim's sensitive spots to make him shudder and gasp. "Oh fuck, Nigel..." James sighed, "How are you s-so good at this? It's like you're a handjob expert or s-something..." He inhaled sharply again as he felt Nigel begin to exert pressure against his backside, and blushed as his twin chuckled. "Mmmm, something tells me when it comes to making you feel good, I'm a natural talent, James..." Nigel said, winking. At that moment, Nigel's finger overcame the resistance under Jim's tail, and it slowly began to push into his brother's backside. James gasped, then moaned again as he felt the intrusion of someone else's finger into his rump. Trembling, he forced himself to relax so that Nigel could keep going. He had to resist the instinct to bring his thick, meaty tail down to try and push Nigel's hand away. Smiling wider than before, the arrow-marked male began to gently finger his sibling even as he continued rubbing and caressing the other male's dick. Time seemed to lose its meaning to James, who let himself drift away, focused on the bliss, moaning and whimpering now and then, like when his prick throbbed with pleasure, or when Nigel finally added a second finger, taking turns working them in and out. James didn't speak, but Nigel did give him one more quip. "Y'know, it's a good thing we're not going any further than this," he said, casually, as he rubbed at the other male's prostate, "You're so tight I'm not sure I could get my dick in you..." James felt too good to respond in words, but if the groan he let out meant anything, it was simply 'Don't stop'.

All too soon for James' liking, he felt his orgasm building up inside him; he found it harder to resist than any climax he'd ever had before, no doubt because it was being coaxed out of him by the brother he loved, not by his own hands. "Oh God... N-Nigel, I'm g-gonna come... I c-can't fight it much longer... Nnnghhh..." He whimpered, blushing and looking away. Nigel whistled to get his attention, not having any free hands with which to turn James' face towards him. "Hey now... don't be embarrassed," Nigel cooed, softly, warmly, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to make you come? Just let go, James, show me what you've got..." James moaned again in response, his ears lowering self-consciously, and he shivered as he felt Nigel's hands redouble their efforts, one exploring the textures of his inner walls and seeking out his weak spots, the other stroking along his shaft as if it already had instructions on how he most liked to be touched... James distantly realized that as his identical twin, Nigel probably did know where his rod was most sensitive. Closing his eyes and focusing on his rapidly-approaching release, James shivered and trembled, and soon enough, he arched his back with a cry of pleasure that could probably be heard outside the cabin, as he felt his rear clenching down on Nigel's fingers. Remembering the reason they'd gotten into this position in the first place, Jim forced his eyes open, leaned in, and looked Nigel straight in the eyes, even as it made his cheeks burn with self-consciousness. "Oh, N-Nigel!" James gasped as his orgasm washed over him, and he yelped in time with the spasms of his prick in Nigel's hand as he came, hard, all over his twin's chest, spurting great jets of wet, glistening cream onto Nigel's muscular abs in time with the bursts of pleasure burning through his system, unconsciously thrusting into his sibling's soft, gentle hand as he emptied his balls, all while the arrow-marked male eagerly watched his face, enthralled by the sight of what he'd done.

When James' climax burned itself out, the otter groaned quietly, feeling a little dizzy, his arms and legs feeling weak and rubbery. Seeing this, Nigel scootched over on the couch, making a little room next to himself. "Here, brother, lie down before you fall down and become as messy as I am," Nigel said, beaming with pride. Gratefully, James flopped over onto his side, juuuuust fitting into the space Nigel had created for him between himself and the back of the couch. In that moment, as Nigel turned his head to face him, James really wanted to kiss him, to hold him close, despite the mess, and just cuddle with the man who'd accidentally captured his heart. But he ignored these pleas from deep within, and just smiled at his brother. "Jesus Christ, Ni," he said, giggling like a schoolgirl, "I haven't come that hard since... well, since we moved past the 'no boners' rule in the first place!"

Nigel laughed gently at that and smiled from ear to stubby ear. "It's good to hear that..." Nigel said, "God, you have no idea how much it means to me to be able to get you off. Was that really the first time someone else has played with your cute little butt?" "Mmm-hmm," confirmed Jim, grinning tiredly, "And fuck, brother, you did it so well! Are you sure you've never done it before?" Nigel laughed delightedly, and James shook his head in amusement. "Well, either way, if you think I'm going to let you leave after making me come that hard without paying you back first, you're crazy." With that, James took hold of Nigel's tool, which immediately began leaking pre-come onto his fingers, nice and slick and warm. Not wasting any time, the bow-marked otter started stroking his brother's dick, the moment feeling somehow even more intimate than before the twins lay against each other. As he searched the face that was so much like his own, James grinned. "So, how did you like all the 'emotions and stuff'?" he asked, repaying an earlier favour by teasing his tongue along his brother's whiskers. Nigel blushed a little harder and chuckled. "Well, I guess you're gonna find out for yourself in a m-minute or two," he said, "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

As he continued teasing and pumping his brother's shaft, James extended the arm he was lying on around Nigel's shoulders, holding onto his brother even as he brought him closer and closer to climax. He smiled as he felt Nigel's feet beginning to twitch and dance down below a few minutes later, his tail flicking back and forth energetically as he panted and squirmed. By now, his breath was coming hard enough that James could feel it washing over him at this close range. "Now, now, brother, you said it yourself," James chided, playfully, "I've wanted to watch you come since we were seventeen, now stop fighting it and make yourself even messier for me." Nigel moaned at that, and James felt his now-flaccid penis give a twitch and leak some leftover semen onto his thigh; Nigel was somewhat self-conscious about his sexual responses, and he normally tried very hard to hide such reactions when they were masturbating together, so seeing him so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't resist crying out was a huge turn-on for James.

Soon enough, the arrow-marked otter tensed up and cried out, managing only the word 'Jim!' before he lapsed into unintelligible moaning. This suited James just fine; as much as he wanted to look down as he felt his brother's cock throbbing in his hand, as much as he wanted to watch Nigel spilling his seed onto his already-sticky stomach, James found he couldn't take his eyes off his brother's face, as every twitch, every spasm seemed to paint a picture of intimacy he enjoyed very much, a vulnerability that he'd never seen Nigel expose before, under any circumstances. You're the only one I'd let this close, that face seemed to say, you alone are this special to me. Nigel grabbed his brother's free hand and held it tight as his prick throbbed and pulsed, pumping hot, sticky otter jism onto his abdomen and painting what little fur wasn't already wet with his brother's seed. James never stopped stroking, never stopped rubbing and massaging at the achingly sensitive flesh, encouraging his twin to come and come and dragging out this toe-curling orgasm as long as he could.

When Nigel finally finished ejaculating, sagging back against the couch with a groan, James dragged a finger across the other male's chest, gathering up a mixture of both of their semen, and slowly, lovingly sucked it off his finger, all the while maintaining eye contact with his tired, smiling sibling. "I gotta say, Ni," James whispered with a smile, "I think this is the best rule we've had yet." He trailed his finger through their jism again, and this time he offered it to his brother, who languidly took it into his mouth and suckled until the fingerpad was spotlessly clean. Then, and only then did Nigel reply, with a tired chuckle. "God, Jim, we are going to have so much fun..."