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The following is an excerpt from Bond of Brothers Ch.9, edited to meet the requirements of the Writing Corner's weekly challenge; "create a dialogue between two characters without using dialogue tags."

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I'm unsure if this counts as "cheating" but hope it fits the requirements!

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Obligatory content warnings; contains a LOT of incest, both implied and juicily described. All characters are over eighteen.

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***

Dieter was awake early that morning. The couch at Uncle Gerald's tiny studio apartment - the same couch that had been on his father Bruno's mezzanine for years - was comfortable and familiar, but Dieter had never found it easy to sleep anywhere that wasn't his own bed. Bright sunlight streamed into the loft, and as he rose, the young stag glanced over at the messy heap of blankets and antlers on the queen bed in the corner. Gerald was snoring gently, evidently laying on his front with his arms and legs splayed, his head turned in towards the wall.

Dieter and Gerald had a troubled history, to say the very least.

While Gerald was he and his twin Kristian's biological father, the way in which he'd just turned up on the doorstep one day had seriously rocked the boat in any number of ways. Indeed it had been Dieter's resentment of Gerald that had led to him working towards moving out. As he slowly woke up, Dieter reflected on that. Bruno had been supportive of all of them through those difficult years, but it couldn't have been easy for him.

When Dieter found out that Gerald and Kristian were far closer than was normal or appropriate, he'd lost it, and even Bruno had been shocked by the venom he'd shot at his biological father. Dieter blamed Gerald for he and Kris losing the closeness they'd shared, although Kris had been largely bemused by the whole situation, not to mention shamed by the taboo he'd committed.

At length, Bruno had sat all of them down. Individually at first, but then all together, and had mediated their various conflicts. The result had been Gerald moving out, at first with Bruno's help. Rent was cheap in Stillwater, thankfully, and Bruno knew Gerald's new landlady. So they'd come to an arrangement. Gerald, in time, found work at an accounting firm, and finally made peace with the ghosts of his stage career, and buried them in his past.

That was when their relationship began to turn around, Dieter recalled. Once he had a respectable job and stopped laying about the house all day with Kristian's ass on his mind and his dick in his hand. That had been two, almost three years ago, and Dieter had been looking forward to getting his twin brother back - back to the way they'd been before Gerald had shown up. But that had not come to pass, not in the way Dieter had hoped.

"You're up early."

Dieter jumped slightly.

"Oh, morning Uncle Gerry. Yeah, sun's too bright."

"Want me to turn it down for you?"

Gerald's acidic humour hadn't changed, and Dieter gave him a sardonic smile.

"Hilarious. As always. Put some pants on, would you? I don't want to see your junk."

"Older you get, the more you sound like Bruno."

"Well he _is _my father."

Gerald winced. Once he'd cooked something vaguely resembling breakfast, the older buck sat down heavily at his tiny kitchen table opposite Dieter, and fixed his biological son with a penetrating stare. Dieter munched half-heartedly, and then caught his uncle's eye.

"What?"

"You're more antagonistic towards me than usual lately, Deets. And you're spending more time here. What's on your mind? Anything I might be able to help with?"

Dieter frowned, and kept eating for a minute. Gerald sipped his coffee. Was he trying to be Bruno? A father figure? A source of wisdom? Dieter scoffed internally, but then calmed his thoughts. Gerald was right. He was spending more time here lately, and the barbs he shot at Gerald were more frequent than they had been.

"I... don't know."

"Yes you do, you're thinking it through right now. Perhaps deciding whether or not it's something you want me to know."

"Well... yes. Me and Kris..."

"Kristian and I,"

"Shut up. _Kristian and I _are... we used to be like... two halves of the same person, you know? And these days we just aren't, any more. Kris is... well, Kris, and I'm different. I don't know how else to say it."

"Uh huh. And you want that to be my fault, somehow, so you can externalise your confusion?"

"No. This actually isn't about you, believe it or not. I just... Kris is so open and sexual with virtually everyone we meet, and I'm just... not. I dunno, I find it gross on a level. Hard to explain."

Gerald considered that for a moment, chewing slowly and gazing at Dieter, which made him flatten his ears and want to sink into the floorboards.

"So what you're saying is, you and Kris are very different in the way you express yourselves. Kris is extroverted, you're introverted. Right?"

"Uhh... I guess."

"Do you know what your sexuality is? The way Kris seems to?"

"See that's the problem, he just seems to know!"

"And you're not so sure."

"Yeah."

"Well... dumb question but who and what are you attracted to? Guys? Girls? Both? I mean guys obviously, with how hot you and Jack were for each other a while ago."

"Not all guys. It's like... super specific. I was... am... into Jack. And... maybe one or two other people..."

"And Kristian as well? Hey, don't kill me with those eyes, Deets, it's hardly a secret. You and Kris were unbelievably close on every level, that's kinda why we're having this conversation, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Don't be ashamed of it. You know me and Bruno..."

"Bruno and I."

"Touché. Bruno and I were as close as you and Kris were, you know that right?"

"I don't know about that..."

"Really? Why don't you ask him?"

"Wait, how much do you know?"

"I know that Bruno and I used to share a bed most nights. We had to be sneaky about it though, because your grandparents weren't as... supportive as Bruno is of you two."

"So that time when Jack and Kris and I all walked in on you two... that wasn't the only time you've...?"

"Far from it, dude. Look, I know you don't like me much for how I barged into your lives and upset the balance, and that's only fair. But I'd love for you to be able to confide in me and trust me the way you do Bruno. Or the way Kris does. No pressure, but this tension we have kills me."

Dieter stared at Gerald as though he'd just turned into a unicorn. This was absolutely not the way he'd anticipated this going!

"So what are you saying?"

"Nothing much. Only that whatever you're feeling, it's obvious you need to share it and get it off your chest. In time, I'd love for you to be able to talk to me about it. But in the mean time, it sounds like I'm not the person you need to be pouring your heart out to. Talk to Bruno."

"I don't know why I haven't, honestly. Fuck, I don't even know what I need to talk about!"

"Knowing there's something you need to talk about is a solid start, kid. Sounds to me like you're conflicted about who and what you're attracted to and... let's be honest, I'm not the greatest role model there!"

"Can say that again..."

Gerald chuckled, and stood to walk past Dieter to the kitchen sink, squeezing the younger buck's shoulder as he passed.

***

Dieter left Gerald's place later that same morning, and cycled slowly through the narrow rabbit-warren streets of the Old Quarter towards the coast. Knowing that Bruno and Kris had both been out late the night before, he wasn't sure what he was going to find at home - would anyone even be awake?

He opened the front door, shrugging off his jacket, and walked the few paces into the kitchen.

"Hello?"

"Dieter? Deets!"

Kristian was upstairs on the mezzanine, and peering down over the railing at his brother.

"Where's dad?"

"He went out. Grocery shopping I think. How's Uncle Gerry?"

"I... f-fine, I guess... Kris..."

Dieter's eyes travelled down his brother's body. He was bottomless, wearing only a baggy t-shirt.

"Yes?"

Kristian grinned, flopping back onto the sofa and letting it all hang out. He was already half hard, his cock bobbing steadily upward.

Dieter grunted, and seemed momentarily conflicted. But then he glanced down at Kristian's groin, grinned right back at his brother, and unbuckled his belt.

"That's more like it. Get comfy, Deets! You've been kinda distant lately, I miss you!"

Dieter kicked his way out of his clothes, and once he was as naked as his twin, he threw himself into the sofa beside him. Kristian's arms engulfed him from the side, and Dieter pulled him close, resting his chin on Kristian's head. Their legs were pressed tightly together, and Dieter heard his twin taking a deep breath, which he released across his chest with a soft, happy bleat.

"You smell good, Deets."

Dieter closed his eyes briefly, holding his twin brother close.

"Something's on your mind. What's up?"

Kris pulled back slightly and straightened to look Dieter dead in the eye. Dieter was both taken aback and comforted by how easily the connection they shared came to life. Among other things. A quick glance confirmed that Kristian was fully hard, and the sight of it caused Dieter to swell steadily to erection as well.

"You mean, besides the obvious? Look, yes, there is something else, but that can wait."

"Hah. It's been a while. I take it you wanna...?"

"Obviously. I'll get the lotion,"

Dieter stood, his erection bobbing stiffly in front of him.

"Wait. You're not gonna need it. C'mere."

Dieter turned to face his twin, whose eyes were fixed on his cock, and his eyebrows went up. Kristian scooted forward, and sank down onto his knees on the floor.

Obediently, almost, Dieter sat on the sofa again, although he seemed nervous. Kristian shuffled forward on his knees, softly parting his brother's thighs and wriggling in between them until his hands rested on Dieter's hips. Leaning in, Kristian curled his left hand around his twin brother's cock, and cupped it against his cheek. A trail of kisses along the side of his shaft, and Kristian's lips were poised at Dieter's tip, his breath washing warmly over his glans.

"You alright, Deets? Is this okay?"

Dieter squirmed, and looked away. "I don't know. You've never done this before, not to me."

"Sure I have!"

"Yeah but... that was different, we were young and it was sort of... just experimental. This is... I dunno, it's a bit..."

Kris sighed, and clambered back up onto the sofa beside Dieter.

"There _is _something on your mind, isn't there? Something big."

Dieter nodded.

"Do you still want to do anything?"

"Can we just..."

"Jerk off together?"

Dieter nodded again.

"Anything for you, Deets. Stay here though, you're still not going to need lotion."

Kristian, who by that stage was almost painfully hard, gripped his taut penis in his right hand and squeezed it firmly. Milking upward, a thick, heavy drool of precum oozed over his fingers, and he grinned.

"Holy shit."

Dieter's hand found his own cock, itself completely dry. He gripped himself, and pulled firmly backward on his shaft skin, pulling it tight and flexing through his grip. "How...?"

"Special supplements. C'mere, kneel across my lap. There's more than enough to share. If you want to."

Kristian's fingers were thickly webbed with strands of precum, and his cock glistened with it. Dieter obliged, resting his hands on Kristian's shoulders as he moved over his twin, who gazed up at him with a happy, horny grunt. Kristian's dry hand found Dieter's butt, and pulled his twin in closer to him until their turgid cocks bumped and slid together, eliciting a shaky little groan from Kristian. His other hand curled once again around Dieter's shaft, smearing his copious, slippery precum around his glans and inner skin, a slow, firm corkscrew that made Dieter gasp.

"Holy fuck... What supplements?"

"Oh just herbal stuff and vitamins. Nothing weird or dangerous, don't worry."

Kristian's cock was aching with arousal, a steady drool of precum matting his fur as he stroked his brother over him. His other hand moved from Dieter's butt to his chest, raking through his fur until he found a nipple, which he circled, tweaked and brushed in just the way he knew Dieter liked. Dieter shuddered, thrusting his hips gently forward through Kristian's slippery hand, and Kris moaned heatedly, squirming. Dieter reached for Kristian's cock in return, and his fingers found his brother's shaft coated in his own precum. He stroked it wetly, struggling for a rhythm.

"C-careful, Deets... the supps make me a lot... unhh... easier."

Dieter snorted. "Nah, you were always quick."

Wiping his hand off on Kristian's chest, he returned it, slightly drier, to his brother's drooling cock. Finding it a little easier, he moved his hand in a slow, deliberate twist, up and down Kristian's stiff length, delighting in his twin brother's twitches and gasps of pleasure. Dieter's cock, by that stage, was starting to dry out a little, so Kris brought his hand up to his muzzle and licked his palm before continuing, bringing his second hand down. With his left thumb on top of Dieter's base, he cupped his brother's balls, holding him tightly while his right hand focused heavily on Dieter's helmet, stroking him with quick, twisting motions, slick with precum and saliva.

He was determined to make Dieter cum first. It had been so long since he'd brought his brother to climax - some months, all told. They did play together quite often, but usually it consisted of them jerking off together.

Dieter wasn't very communicative though. Kristian had to judge how well he was doing by the pace of his brother's breathing and the little grunts and shudders he gave. Kris, however, had no such compunctions.

"Nnnh fuck... take it easy, Dieter!"

Dieter grinned broadly. Kris was a mess already. Seeing how easily he could still get his brother off was hugely arousing for Dieter, and although he was getting close himself, he redoubled his efforts on Kris. His hand picked up pace just a tiny bit, and his grip loosened - just the way Kris liked it, he knew. His hand was slick, very slick, and the bump and slide of his loose grip up and down over the ridge of Kristian's glans did as much for him as it seemed to do for Kris.

"Ohh? Careful? Was I squeezing it too tight?"

"Ahhn! N-no, you fucker, you know... ohh! You know exactly.. ah!"

Dieter chuckled, and ground heavily through Kristian's hand, rolling his hips back and forth as Kristian lost his rhythm. The fuse was lit, Dieter knew, and he slowed his pace, focusing on Kristian's shaft just as he felt his brother's cock begin to flutter and pulse. His hand milked firmly up against the back of Kristian's glans, and he gazed down between their bodies just as Kris climaxed. A long, slow, lazy river of cum flowed over Dieter's fingers for a second, and he perked his ears - did the supplements increase his cum volume too?

His question was answered emphatically.

Kristian exploded audibly. His first, heavy jet of cum hissed forth, splitting in the air and splattering both of their faces. Likewise the second. Dieter was so taken aback that he stopped stroking, and Kristian urgently humped upward through his brother's hand to ride out his climax, spurt after messy spurt spritzing through his fist to cover himself in his lust.

Kristian was barely starting to ease back when Dieter came back to his senses, and the sheer hotness of what had just happened spurred him on.

"Holy _fuck, _Kris!"

Dieter grunted, humping urgently through his brother's loose grip, before finally knocking Kristian's limp hand aside and taking hold of himself, using Kristian's emissions as lube to finish himself off.

Just the same as his twin, Dieter focused heavily on his glans during the lead up, and then for the last half dozen strokes, he pulled his hand back, tugging his shaft skin against the back of his helmet to push himself over. Kristian watched in a daze, eyes fixed on his twin brother's cock as he unleashed a far less impressive, but no less passionate climax, adding half a dozen milky streaks to Kristian's matted chest.

"Wow... I haven't cum that hard in a while."

"I don't think I've _ever _seen anyone cum that much, Kris."

"Me neither!" Came a deep, familiar voice from behind them.

Both twins bleated in shock, and Dieter fell on top of his brother, spinning around. There was Bruno, standing at the top of the stairs, a wide grin on his muzzle and a towel in his hand.

"DAD!"

"What? I arrived at a critical moment, I couldn't have interrupted you then. Hey Deets!"

"Um... hi, dad. How long were you...?"

"Oh, not long. Only just long enough to witness Ol' Faithful here erupting for the second time today. Kris, you know you're only meant to take those supplements three times a week, right?"

The twins made eye contact, and burst into laughter.