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***STORY DESCRIPTION***

_ Two brothers discover the warmth of love after an accident forces them to adapt to a cold night in the wilderness. _

This story came to life during my last idea raffle actually. Somebody suggested a night out camping where a younger, sexually inexperienced lizard is tutored in the ways of love-making by his bigger brother. Though I deviated from the original idea a little bit (which was a tad too ambitious for this sort of raffle) I am nonetheless pleased to have kept true to the core of how lizards would tend to their...business.

If you like scalies, tails, and slits, please read on and tell me what you think!

***Tales of Tails*** ****

Sserinass nervously raked his claws along his scaly tail as he looked at the darkened silhouettes of the trees that zipped past him. He guessed a human with pink, scale-less hide would sweat in this sort of situation, but since his body was fully covered in scales, the only way to express his apprehension came in the jagged caress of his own tail. It wasn't the night that planted the chill of fear within the young lizard's mind. Perhaps not even the abandoned country road they kept on for the past twenty minutes, which, in spite of the bumps that made him jerk up and down on the backseat, proved to be calmer than whatever madness took hold of his brother's senses.

Ssarafiss wasn't driving like a normal person. He had no hands on the wheel, for he used both to hold onto the long sandwich he had been munching on for the past few minutes.

"Delicious. Absolutely divine, whatever those felines put into this thing," the reptilian flicked his forked tongue around the sandwich. "I don't care much for snake, but this hits the spot."

"Like you hit mine?" Sserinass pointed towards the road ahead as the car wriggled on the dusty path for a moment. "Why can't you eat after we reach the village?"

His brother seemed insulted by that notion. "Wait another hour? Do you want to torture me or what? I've been driving with my tail ever since I got my license. Don't worry. We're in capable...tails," a chorus of hisses that could only be described as laughter rolled across Ssarafiss's forked tongue. He might've had the time of his life, but right now Sserinass felt the smarter one of the two.

There was no cell service for miles around, and possibly no sign of life either. If anything were to happen-

"Deer!" Sserinass suddenly screamed.

His brother yanked his tail to the right so hard the car went off the road, straight into the cluster of trees. Sserinass remembered a deep impact. Then, nothing.

When he next blinked his eyes, the world was upside down.

"Hey. Hey, are you ok in there? Anything broken?"

Sserinass felt the scraping of something hard against his scales. Claws. His brother's hand.

"I got you, mate. C'mon. Go through the window."

Sserinass slowly crawled out of the upturned car, heart racing in his chest, his scales aflame with the buzz of adrenaline. As soon as he rose to his two shaky feet, his brother had his hands all over him, his concerned eyes scanning for wounds. The light of the flashlight made Sserinass's golden eyes shrink with a painful hiss.

"Here?"

Sserinass hissed again, his forked tongue spitting droplets of saliva onto his brother's face.

"Your bum's hurt?"

"Nah, I'm fine. You can take your hand off my ass now. Sserinass took a few steps back to get a good luck at the car. Only that...there was no road. Just virgin wilderness.

"What happened? Where's the road?"

"We drove downhill a little."

Drove. That's how Ssarafiss named this accident. As if driving had anything to do with the stupidity that took hold of his primitive brain. There was not much point in arguing over what already happened. Sserinass knew as much. So after they salvaged their supply packs from the upturned car, the two set out in search of shelters armed with just flashlights and their wits. Sserinass wished to recall what their uncle said about the national forest that span hundreds of miles around his home, but all he could think of was the loud sound of metal slamming against wood. The quaking of the car as it slid down the slope, drifting between an army of trees, until the bang came.

That was the closest to death Sserinass's ever been as proved by his twitching tail and trembling limbs. He blamed the cold for his condition. After all, lizards like him were poorly insulated against the icy breath of the surrounding mountains. They searched for what seemed another two hours, and when the sun failed to bestow its warmth upon the frigid landscape, Ssarafiss proposed a well needed alternative. Stop, make camp, and sleep it over.

"Here? In the middle of nowhere?" Sserinass rebelled at the notion of sleeping with the bears.

"There's nothing around we can't handle."

"Yeah...say that to the bears, the wolves, and whatever else hides in this darkness."

Ssarafiss grabbed something from his pack. "That's why I have this," he placed what looked like a tin can with buttons on the ground. "Infrasound battery to keep all your four legged bugbears away. And this," he placed his backpack down, removed the roll strapped on top, then laid it across the ground. "This is where I sleep." Ssarafiss smiled, his sharp teeth and sharp eyes not making Sserinass feel any more secure. "Get yours. C'mon. I promise it'll be fine."

Sserinass put down his bag, only to notice there was no bedroll strapped on top. He frantically searched inside, though there was nothing even remotely resembling a bag, least of all a sleeping one.

"Ssserpent's cocks! It's not here!" the smaller lizard hissed in anger.

"The serpent's or yours?"

"My sleeping bag you scale-brain!" Sserinass hissed angrily at his brother. Why wasn't he frowning, or shouting at him, or do... something? He just stood there, smiling like an idiot!

"What's the matter with you?" Sserinass walked closer. "Didn't you just hear what I said? I have-"

"A sleeping bag big enough for two and a brother kind enough to share it," Ssarafiss got up and ran a claw along one of the many smudges of dirt that made their home on Sserinass's jacket.

"You'll have to get out of this though."

"What?"

"One sleeping bag, two dirty lizards...doesn't sound right, does it? Get rid of your clothes. The inside is all cushion and fur which more than makes up for our lack of clothes."

Sserinass's tail flicked along the grass. His brother certainly didn't wait long to divest himself down to his undergarments. He even took those off, much to Sserinass's shock. He saw his brother naked before, yet not like...this. Buck-naked in the middle of wilderness, with his dark scales basked by the moonlight's caress. Ssarafiss looked...different. He wasn't muscular by any means, yet his body had this obvious way of talking about its years of training through the soft curves of the biceps and the small chest mounds humans called pecs. Ssarafiss's were a lot smaller than a human's, barely noticeable even, yet to the eyes of a lizard like Sserinass who spent most of his youth avoiding exercise, such a close look was nothing less than exciting.

"Is there something behind me, or...?"

Sserinass quickly ripped his eyes from the slim crevice that ran between his brother's legs and started undressing. He started with the jacket, followed by his shirt, then pants, then-

He froze when he felt that slim serpent that could only be his brother's tail sneak up his legs to yank his undergarments down to his soles.

"There. All done," Ssarafiss said with something that sounded like pride to Sserinass's ears. He noticed his bigger brother was staring a bit too long at him, but he could do nothing against those warm amber eyes...or the hands that wrapped around his neck.

"Look at you. A smaller, shier copy of me, yet nonetheless catching to the eye."

Sserinass smiled awkwardly as the two brothers shared an impromptu hug.

"You know I'll take care of you, right? I won't let anyone or anything touch even a single one of your scales."

Sserinass felt his brother's tail wrap with his own, then a touch between his legs made his thoughts fizzle into a short, awkward hiss. It happened so quickly, faster than his heart could even beat, and for a moment he even questioned his own sanity before the moon's light revealed the wet sheen covering two of his brother's fingers. Ssarafiss's nostrils shuddered to draw in the scents, then opened his mouth to suckle away the taste of his own brother's musk before Sserinass's petrified eyes.

"Yessss," Ssarafiss's forked tongue flicked against the air. "You taste just like me. Come now. You're going to catch a cold if we stay here."

Sserinass didn't do or say much. He just let himself dragged into the warm sleeping bag, yet the delightfully fluffy cushion that embraced his body did little to warm him up to the strangeness of this situation. He was looking over the darkened forest with only his neck peeking out of the warm shelter. Behind him, Ssarafiss breathed warm air upon the back of his neck, his hand still rested against Sserinass's chest.

But that wasn't even the weirdest part. The way their tails intertwined their tips, his brother's chest pressed against his back...even the presence of that slit that undoubtedly kissed the thick base of his tail...It felt good. Sserinass couldn't explain how, or why.

And the unknown scared him more than he wanted to admit.

"You know..." Ssarafiss started after a few minutes of total silence. "I had my first time in a bag like this. He was a cream wolf, kinda like those coyotes you see on the wildlife channel. Now that I think about it...he might've been a coyote. Hard to tell these fur wearing bastards apart, but this one I will never forget. Oh, the yowl he made when I pushed him to completion...he sounded like a steaming tea kettle overwhelmed by the licks of the fire burning inside his balls. I tasted him, you know. Took his seed in my mouth while I was still slit deep inside his throbbing tail."

Sserinass's own tail coiled harder around Ssarafiss's.

"Ssssorry. Too detailed, right?"

"I want to sleep," Sserinass said. "The accident...it made me tired."

"Ah, yes. Just one more story and we'll call it a night."

But one became two, and two multiplied into four different accounts of his brother's ability to sneak under the tail of anyone he fancied. Sserinass wasn't surprised by his ability to engage in erotic scenarios with people he barely knew. What rattled his scales was the foreboding knowledge that all of Ssarafiss's partners had been males. The things he did with them...oh, those strangely warm images that washed over Sserinass's body in the form of tingles with every word parted from Ssarafiss's lips...they held secrets. Deep, dark, powerful secrets that made the very walls of his nethers part in remembrance at the times when the fire burned so strong in his loins that sleep avoided him for an entire night.

Sserinass had managed to hold onto his secrets for years, yet now his grip seemed frail, like a worn rope tied around an expanding boulder.

"Please!" he hissed when he felt his brother's wet tongue roll over his neck in the same way it slid over the cock of the bronze tiger who spilled his abundant cum from the very first touch. "I'm...I haven't done such things. You know that."

"Essss..." Ssarafiss sucked his forked tongue back inside his maw. "Excuse me?"

"I'm a virgin," Sserinass declared, head bowed, eyes closed, as if the whole forest bore testament to his weakness.

"Oh, my sweet, delicate half," Ssarafiss murmured as he gently moved hand over Sserinass's chest.

Sserinass didn't stop him.

"I thought...what happened to that gryphess that accompanied you in those long walks through the park? She was so into you!"

"She only liked the color of my scales...because they reminded her of you." Another painful truth Sserinass had to admit. "There was one day...you remember it. After the astrology exam when The Director took us to that place..."

"Crouching Tiger," Ssarafiss spoke. "You sat next to her you lucky scale!"

"Yeah...and she spent the whole time looking at you. I had the pathetic courage to ask her if she likes me. Know what she told me? That I'm as much of a male as your shadow is you."

"Srrrasssss," Ssarafiss hissed angrily from behind, grabbing and pulling his distressed brother tighter against his warm, comforting scales. "Cast her out of your mind. Female are stupid. She doesn't know you like I do..."

Sserinass wanted to feel appreciated, protected, _loved..._but he couldn't focus on the moist breath falling upon the back of his neck, nor the tail that wrapped around his legs like a serpent, so tight it hurt. His mind remained stuck in that moment when the only creature he ever loved apart from his brother discarded him like a worn-out scale.

Then something happened. Something Sserinass never prepared for. A presence snuck inside his slit with the same warm, moist caress applied by his brother's tongue, for as Ssarafiss licked gently along the jaw of his smaller brother, the tapered tip of his lubricated tail found something of its own to caress.

Sserinass sucked in the cold air of the night with a trembling hiss, the walls of his rift squeezing quickly around the intruder that felt as strange and good as the tongue slathering the back of his scaly neck. He wanted to say something, but all of his words evaporated into a mist of memories as intimate as the soft squelches oozing from inside his moistened slit. He heard similar noises before when he watched his brother pleasure himself before a date. Back then, Sserinass had no idea why Ssarafiss did that. He was just entranced by the way his scales shifted with the same sexual tension that made his beautiful cock spit strands of clear fluid across his belly. Ssarafiss's favorite position was on his back. Most of the times he used his hand to grab and stroke his meat, but there was one occasion when he made use of his long, tapered tail. He formed several small coils to encase the lower half of the member in a prison of shiny, moistened scales, then pumped, hissed, and snarled until waves of thick, milky seed spurted all over his scales and right into his gaped, salivating maw.

The sight of his brother savoring his own climax made Sserinass cream the insides of his own slit back then, and now, with the same tail wrapped around his member, that nauseating wave of pleasure threatened to return.

"More?" Ssarafiss's warm voice came from behind.

Sserinass moaned softly, nodding a few times. He wrapped his own tail around his brother's legs to steady himself against the quaking throbs that pushed his tapered erection out of the slit. Ssarafiss took his tail back to lick its length a few times, a break which allowed Sserinass a small reprieve before his member was once again imprisoned by slick scales. It felt so good. So...raw. As if his very cock was swallowed by the females he used to think about. There was nothing soft about Ssarafiss's tail, yes, but only a male could know his way around cock so well. By shaking his tail gently, Ssarafiss created vibrations that dispersed along the sensitive ridges lining the base of Sserinass's cock, effectively bathing him in pure, mind-bending pleasure.

Sserinass quickly felt the pressure of completion well up inside his shuddering slit. "I....can't..." he mumbled like a helpless pup. "hold it...iiiiin!"

It was at that point that Sserinass found himself pushed backwards. For a second he stared upon the starlit sky, able to breathe again with his free member slapping and spitting strands of precum against his belly. He thought it a kindness, to get a reprieve from the smoldering inferno that raged within his loins.

But all he managed were two quickened breaths before Ssarafiss clambered on top of him. Sserinass felt something warm smack against his cock, but he had no time to look or think when within less than a second his virgin, oversensitive cock pierced its way into the wettest and warmest fantasy his mind could conjure.

Sserinass screamed to the skies, eyes tearing up as his entire body shuddered with electrifying surges of pure sexual need. Was this a dream? A wet dream? Sserinass was well familiar to the wetness and smell of his own seed in the morning.

But this felt far more intense than that. Hot, silky flesh embraced him from all sides like a sleeping bag especially crafted for his cock. His ridges burned with rising pleasure, and when Ssarafiss pushed himself up, Sserinass all but lost himself to the jolts that attacked every scale on his body.

"Sssrraaaaaaa!" he yowled and thrashed under the safe grip of his brother. Ssarafiss towered over him, legs on either side of his loins, hands locked upon his wrists, licking the tears of pleasure that trickled down the sides of Sserinass's trembling jaws.

"It's alright. You can cum now." He whispered with the same gentleness he grazed upon the soft scales of Sserinass's neck. "There'll be no mess as long as you cum inside me, brother."

The prospect of unleashing his burning seed into a place specifically crafted for his cock proved far too arousing for the young, virgin lizard. Sserinass held himself for a couple more thrusts, then thrust upwards to smack his own slit against his brother's, the impact unleashing a potent spurt of semen alongside a screeching scream that was quickly interrupted by Ssarafiss's hungry maw. He smacked his lips against Sserinass's contorted snout and proceeded to kiss him right in the middle of the most intense fit of ejaculation he felt in his life. Cum poured back along the base of his cock, Ssarafiss's shelter unable to cope with the humongous load dished inside it., and just as milky ropes bridged their two scaly gates apart, so did saliva unite their snouts as Ssarafiss worked himself up and down against his brother, stimulating his oversensitive ridges with lashes of pleasure that kept Sserinass cumming far longer than he thought possible.

"Ssssrahhh," Sserinass let out a satisfied groan when his brother slumped against his chest. "What just happened?"

"You can answer that yourself," Ssarafiss pushed himself up to reveal the steamy puddle of cum that now made its home on Sserinass's groin. Globs of the same thick stuff trickled from Ssarafiss's slit now that Sserinass's spent member slowly retreated into its home.

He gasped when Ssarafiss sealed them together again. "Like I said, don't worry about the mess. I'll clean it all up in a moment."

"B-but I haven't felt any of your...you know..."

"Cock?" Ssarafiss licked his brother between his eyes with his long, serpentine tongue. "That's because I trained for this exact moment for about two years, give or take. One of my friends gave me this tip after he docked with me for about ten seconds. That's how long I could keep it inside back then. Now I can go up to two minutes depending on the friction, speed, and other things. Cool, eh?" He draped his tongue over Sserinass's confused snout again.

"I...I don't know if that's normal. You're male..."

"Orgasm denial is pretty ugly, but you were worth every day, hour and minute of agonizing sexual drawback."

Sserinass closed his eyes. He just went through one of the most amazing orgasms ever, his scales still tingling in the aftermath of the potent squirts he unleashed. His muscles felt tired -even hurt in some parts- yet the calming tiredness that came after he spilled his seed in the toilet refused to come now that he painted his own brother with the same weakness that haunted his mind every day.

"Ssarafiss..."

"Feels clammy, I know," his brother gave him one last lick before he pushed himself on his fours, their two moist slits parting with a wet squelch. "Let's do something about this seed of yours before it gets cold."

Sserinass said nothing. He just watched his brother lap away the coagulated blobs that came out of his cock. Sserinass never thought of trying that himself. He found it slightly disgusting to eat something that came out of his cock.

But Ssarafiss didn't seem to mind it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the meticulous work along with the rewards it brought. By the time he finished, he was just as hard as Sserinass had been a few moments ago. Splaying on his back, Ssarafiss suckled onto his tail tip for a bit, then arched it towards his spine to sink it into the only available hole a male possessed. He seemed to enjoy this too, his huffs quickening in order to accompany the stronger thrusts he mounted with his tail towards the orgasm that was undoubtedly going to hit any moment now.

Sserinass tensed a bit when a line of arching seed splattered over Ssarafiss's chest. The lizard grabbed his member and directed it at his mouth, spitting about eight lines of fresh semen straight into his mouth. Sserinass didn't count them, his mind still trapped halfway the haze of pleasure he felt and the reality of the situation.

He mated with his brother. Came inside his slit, even.

And he enjoyed it.

What did that make him? A freak? There couldn't be many brothers who did something so...demeaning with each other, and the more he pondered, the worse Sserinass felt about himself...

Until a hot tingle deep within his slit made his mind fizzle. Throb, throb, throb, his member pulsated back to life, and in that moment, with his cock peeking out of his slit and his eyes staring over the lines of semen that adorned his brother's scales, Sserinass only thought of returning the favor to the only lizard he loved.

** ***The End*****

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