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This story was written for Silvergatomon as their Patreon commission reward for November 2019. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, incest and watersports. :3

All Fun and Games

Chip had always said that Dale was too light-hearted and happy go lucky for his own good. He was too trusting, too ready to sympathise with anyone with a sob story no matter how obvious a fabrication it might have been. Sure, it helped them out sometimes on cases that required a softer touch than Chip himself was comfortable or indeed simply able to provide, but a lot of times it got them in way more trouble than would have otherwise been necessary. Chip had always thought that his brother would have greatly benefited from taking things a bit more seriously. From getting angry when the situation called for it. From holding a grudge rather than just letting bygones be bygones no matter how many times a person proved themselves untrustworthy. Basically, being more like him.

And yet, that didn't make it any less of a shock when Chip arrived back at the Rescue Rangers HQ one afternoon after running some errands, and hearing Dale's cries echoing through the main workshop space of their headquarters at the top of his lungs.

"_Again!? Again?! _ You motherfucking piece of shit, I'm gonna tear your throat out and wear it like a scarf! I'm gonna grind you to fucking dust under my feet. I'm gonna piss on your corpse, eat it, and shit it out, then burn it for good measure, and piss on the ashes a second time!"

Eyes wide, Chip bolted across the workshop, through the corridor beyond, and into Dale's room. Far from finding his brother seemingly in the midst of beating down some ne'er-do-well intruder though, the panting, trembling chipmunk found Dale sprawled out on a beanbag chair in front of his room's large flat screen TV, surrounded by a couple of cans of soda, a mostly empty bowl of popcorn, and of course his clothes. Despite the urgency and lack of subtlety to Chip's entry though, Dale seemed entirely unaware of his presence as he glared in baleful hatred at the television. Between his hands he gripped a controller so tight that had it not been for the fur covering his paws his knuckles probably would have been white with tension, and he panted, he huffed and stared at the screen ruefully, trembling with rage as the screen cleared and he began what looked like some kind of boss battle against a huge wolf with a sword almost twice the size of his own character's body.

Too transfixed by what he was seeing to act, not so much his brother's nakedness... that was a sight he got to revel in all too often, but rather the focused, the savagely determined and indeed the rageful expression upon Dale's normally painfully cheerful face, Chip watched as Dale tried the boss three more times. Each time the red nosed chipmunk failed at some different stage of what looked like a rather intense and difficult battle system, and cursing up a storm on each occasion he died or even received a hit that he seemed to think wasn't fair. His legs kicked, his eyes bulged, at one point Chip even thought he saw a little spittle escape his brother's muzzle in a furious froth as Dale clearly ended up backed into a corner and the game's camera made it impossible for him to see what was happening until it was too late.

Eventually, when it became clear that Dale wasn't going to stop any time soon or acknowledge his presence without some motivation, Chip did clear his throat. When that received no response though, the chipmunk huffed, rolled his eyes, and stepped forward to lean over and tap his brother on the shoulder.

Immediately, Dale jumped, his head wheeled around sharply, and as the game on screen paused just before he could initiate the boss battle all over again the chipmunk barked sharply in impatient frustration at his brother.

"What?!"

A second later though, his eyes widened as he seemed to realise what had just happened, where he was and who he had just reacted to beyond the scope of his game. Dale's cheeks flushed, his face fell, and all the rage and intensity vanished from his demeanour in a split-second, though he was still clearly trembling from the rush of adrenaline that had been coursing through his body for goodness only knew how long.

"O-oh. Chip. Sorry, I... I didn't hear you get back. I was busy, with this, this fucking game."

Even then, just a moment spent glancing back at the screen was enough to make Dale's voice grow coarse with rage, only to soften again as he looked back at his brother with an even brighter glow upon his cheeks.

"Sorry, I... it's just this game is, well, it's kinda frustrating me."

Chip raised an eyebrow as he watched his brother shake visibly with anger.

"Huh, really? I couldn't tell."

Either Dale missed the sarcasm or chose to ignore it, but kept on explaining himself nonetheless.

"I swear, I'm doing everything right. I'm using all the techniques the game taught me, and... well, it's this controller. Or, the way the game's programmed for the controls to respond, it's bullshit. The camera keeps backing me into corners where I can't see what the fuck I'm mean to be blocking, and then that giant asshole comes at me and just hacks me to shit. Then I tell myself I've figured out his pattern, I get him to the next stage... and he's even more deadly than before! Fucking lightning powers?! What the fucking fuck is even the point in him fighting without those powers if he's got some sort of magic lightning bullshit? I mean..."

It was at that point Dale seemed to recognise the expression on his brother's face, one not of shock, or dismay, or even understanding, but rather one of amusement. Chip was smiling, grinning actually from ear to ear, and as Dale's voice trailed off and his scarlet cheeks burned hotter still, his brother murmured to him playfully.

"Do you always get this pissed off when you're gaming? I know it's something we don't really do together, but... I feel like I'd have overheard you before if you normally take it this seriously."

Dale's head shook as his face continued to burn hot and bright.

"No. It's just this game. I mean, games like it too. They're meant to be hard. Really hard. Dying, learning, practising, that's part of the game loop. But... normally they let you learn, and they don't screw you over with what just feels like bad controller responses."

The chipmunk held up his controller as though making a point, and Chip's eyebrow rose again as he saw his brother's hand trembling.

"Not that it's not a lot of fun to see you get all worked up about something, even if it is a video game... but, are you sure it's the controls? Not you getting stressed out and not being able to keep a clear head, and a steady hand? I seem to remember a certain Chipmunk telling me I should cool off and calm down before trying any whip tricks, after that time I did it when I was frustrated and ended up whipping the glass out of a window pane in the workshop."

Dale looked down at his hand, and seemed to recognise for the first time just how much he was shaking. He looked up at his brother, and pouted gently.

"But, it's fun. I wanna keep playing. I just... it's just this one boss. This one goddamn boss who's so far beyond hard. He's just impossible, and... and without beating him I can't play the rest of the game. If I stop now, I might forget the patterns. Lose what progress I have made without getting any closer to actually beating the boss."

Chip's eyebrow rose a little more.

"Can't stop? How... how long have you been banging your head against this one part of the game?"

Dale blushed, but tried to shrug in a non-committal manner.

"Dunno. What time is it?"

His brother chuckled.

"Almost four. When was the last time you remember checking your phone?"

Dale's face burned freshly crimson, and he murmured his answer inaudibly before repeating it when Chip shot him a curious, playfully teasing glare.

"Like... eleven. That's when I realised I was at this boss battle, so I went and got myself some drinks."

Chip snorted with laughter.

"Eleven? Dale, you've been at this for five hours straight and you're wondering why you're a little stressed out? Jeez, I knew that I was the smart one, but c'mon, bro. You've gotta take a break. And... if you're been sitting here for five hours and you've drunk all those sodas, how do you not need to pee so, so badly right now?"

Though it didn't seem possible, Dale's face got redder still.

"I... I do. I have, for... for a while. But, I need to keep trying. I need to focus, otherwise all the time I've already spent will be wasted."

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Chip shook his head in confusion.

"Focus? Dale, you're shaking coz you're so angry and frustrated, and probably because of how bad you need to piss, too. Trust someone who knows how getting frustrated can blind you to the absolutely obvious clues all around you, you should go to the bathroom. Heck, you should probably take a much longer break than that, but at the very least, go pee first, moron."

To the chipmunk's surprise though, Dale shook his head. He huffed and outright ignored Chip's advice, and before his brother could say anything more tapped the controller and began the boss battle all over again.

"No. I'm in the zone. I can't quit now. I... I can't, dammit..."

Dale murmured, and barely twenty seconds later he was huffing, growling, cursing under his breath again as the first renewed attempt started off spectacularly badly. As Chip stood there beside Dale though and watched his brother flail and curse and start over yet again within the space of a minute, as he watched the other chipmunk's naked body squirming and shuddering in rage and desperation, a rosy glow crossed his cheeks too. A blush followed by a playful, devious smile, which soon resulted in Chip dropping to his knees, casting aside his hat, crawling over to where his brother way sprawled out on the beanbag, and pushing the empty cans of soda and energy drink aside as he squirmed and crawled his way in between Dale's wide spread legs.

"Chip, c'mon, don't get in my way. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna win this... godfuckingdammit! I... a-ah. Aaahh!"

Dale whimpered in frustration to his brother, then cried out in anger as he died once again, and then just a second after that gave another gasp, this time of bashful shock as his brother's head delved in between his legs, and he felt Chip's lips close around the fuzzy pocket of his sheath.

"Hey! I... I'm busy! You can't just... I... a-ahh... oh god, Chip, don't do that! Thaaaaaa... aaahhh! That's my... please, c'mon, you know how bad I need to pee!"

At first Dale thought his brother was trying to simply distract him via sex, feeling Chip's tongue wiggle its way into his sheath and start teasing at the currently flaccid, hidden away tip of his cock. A few moments later though the red nosed chipmunk's eyes bulged, and he cried out louder and more strained than any cry Chip had heard him let slip since his arrival home as Chip's hands reached a little further up Dale's body, and pressed down mercilessly on his lower belly, directly over his full, swollen and immensely delicate bladder.

Raising his head from his brother's crotch, grinning as he released his grasp on Dale's belly and watched the other chipmunk sag and tremble with a mixture of relief and yet an even more desperate and constant need to urinate, Chip nodded warmly.

"Yeah, I know. You said you weren't gonna leave the game, and that you needed to piss so badly. So... if you won't take a break to help yourself focus better, I'm gonna help you focus better right here, right now. You wanna piss, Dale..."

Chip bowed his head once again and kissed the tip of his brother's sheath, where a point of pinkness was now visible as Dale's cock began to swell at the intimate closeness of his brother's actions. The chipmunk licked his lips, and murmured playfully to his quaking, rosy-cheeked sibling.

"...then piss. I promise you, I won't spill a drop on your cosy beanbag."

For a brief while, Dale trembled and resisted. After about twenty seconds of Chip just lying there and feeling Dale's cock getting thicker and harder in his muzzle though, the other chipmunk rolled his eyes once again, reached out with both hands, and began to massage and squeeze Dale's bladder anew. Dale whimpered. He moaned and gasped and cried out in protest, but there were giggles aplenty in his complaints to assure his brother that he wasn't serious in his pleading, and moans of excitement even as Chip heard the by now commonplace and distinctive sounds of his brother's character dying yet another horrible death on screen. Those moans of lust built and built for thirty seconds or so until Chip wondered if he was actually going to make Dale cum before he made him piss, but of course for the two brothers those two acts were equally as entwined with their intimate relationship to one another, so it was with an almighty cry of pleasure rather than embarrassment that Dale finally lost control, and with a squeal of laughter and a squirming, gasping, toe-curling cry of relief he felt his bladder let go, and began to piss down Chip's moaning, gurgling, hungrily gulping throat.

For close to thirty seconds, Chip greedily drank his fill. Dale's piss was incredibly diluted today, no surprise given how much he'd drunk, but at the same time ever so slightly sweet thanks to the sugar content of the sodas and goodness only knew what chemicals were present in the energy drinks. Regardless of the specific variations in flavour due to liquid consumption though, it was still unmistakably Dale's piss, and thus to Chip it was the most incredible drink there was. Every gulp and swallow of it made the chipmunk's own cock begin to stir, and as with the sheer volume of Dale's release Chip began to struggle slightly, to feel a few droplets dribbling from between his lips despite his promise, that only made him hotter and harder all the most swiftly.

Rubbing and squeezing delicately at Dale's bladder all the while, Chip moaned as Dale whimpered while his flow began to trail off, only for each squeeze to push forth another brief spray, another little squirt from the semi-erect cock lolling out upon Chip's tongue. Finally though there was nothing else for the red nosed chipmunk to give. This became clear not only when Chip's poking and prodding failed to yield results, but when Chip felt the cock in his muzzle starting to stiffen and grow once again. Playfully he flicked his tongue across the underside of Dale's cock, and trembled in excitement as he felt his brother squirm and heard him moan in pleasure. Gently he drew his muzzle back until only the head of Dale's cock was still inside his muzzle, and slurped at it loudly, wetly with his tongue and lips, drawing a strained cry of excitement from his sibling's maw. After that though, still hearing the sounds of combat from on screen and the tapping of Dale's hands at the controller clutched within his grasp, Chip engulfed the entirety of Dale's erection once more. He began to more consistently but gently suckle upon it as it throbbed and twitched upon his tongue, and as he laid out on the floor of his brother's room with his own erection straining between his fluffy furred belly and the carpet below, Chip smiled as he worked Dale's cock... and heard moans, gasps, and the period sounds of combat and death from the TV behind him, but not a single cry or curse of rage from his pleasure stricken lover.

For a solid thirty minutes Chip lay there before his brother, gently bobbing and sucking on Dale's cock and only occasionally upping the intensity of his actions when he heard or felt some clue to suggest that Dale was starting to get more frustrated than his current level of pleasure was able to counteract. He guzzled down spurt after spurt of hot and increasingly thick, copious pre-cum, and cupped Dale's balls as he felt them quiver and swell, so ready, so eager to unleash what they had to offer to the world, yet not quite being driven that far. He wasn't edging Dale per se, at least not purposefully so. It was just a slow, gentle rise to ecstasy. An ever so casual increase in the pleasure he was giving to hold Dale on the plateau of ecstasy just before his orgasm for as long as possible, not just to make the chipmunk feel as good as he possibly could, but also to try and coax his mind into associating this seemingly nigh on impossible boss fight with pleasure rather than any frustration and anxiety.

Sure enough just at the end of that thirty minute mark, Dale gasped in awe.

"Oh god... I..."

For a moment Chip thought his brother was about to cum, and readied himself gleefully for Dale's impending release. He chuckled around the other chipmunk's cock however when Dale concluded that thought, revealing it to be born of a rather different sort of eagerness.

"...I've n-never gotten this far. Oh, shit. Oh god, I... I'm close..."

Chip closed his eyes, and silently urged his brother onward towards his goal in the only way he could under the circumstances. He might not have understood why this particular game was so important to Dale, but he knew what it meant to feel passionately about overcoming some obstacle, and getting a little obsessed and angry at it when you couldn't. Thus, he wanted to support his brother. He wanted to help Dale get past this roadblock, and to see the joy, the satisfaction on his brother's face when finally he achieved his goal. He suckled harder. He began to bob and slurp at Dale's erection with greater intensity and devotion, and heard his brother whimpering and gasping over the sounds of frantic button-tapping and on screen swordplay until...

"Oh my god!"

The cock in his muzzle strained violently, and Chip felt his brother's entire body stiffen for a moment, growing utterly rigid as his hips lifted up off the beanbag with the arching of his back. Chip's ears twitched as he heard dialogue, as a cut-scene seemed to begin playing with words he hadn't heard before. Then, over those words, he heard Dale whimper breathlessly as the other chipmunk's erection twitched once again.

"I... I did it..."

He heard the controller clatter to the ground close by. He felt his brother's trembling hands stroking at his ears as Dale gasped those words over and over again.

"I did it. I... did it. I actually did it!"

And then, with the softest, most gentle whimper; not screaming or howling or violently humping Chip's face, but sinking back down to the beanbag as he shuddered and gurgled in bliss, the chipmunk's cock throbbed, and the first thick ribbon of Dale's celebratory orgasm painted the back of Chip's throat.

"Yes... yessssss... I... a-aa-ahhh... I did it, oohhgodyessss..."

Burst after burst of hot cum flooded down Chip's throat as Dale quaked in the throes of his almighty orgasm, his body having been so worked up and on edge for so long both with pleasure and anxious, frustrated adrenaline long before then, that when finally he was let loose his senses were both acutely sensitive and receptive to the stimulation, and his mind too worn out after hours of stress to guard itself in any way from the sheer onslaught of the pleasure. Each eruption drove Dale ever more mindlessly giddy with his bliss, and with Chip hungrily slurping and suckling at him all the way, one hand now cupping and gently squeezing Dale's balls within its grasp, it was absolutely ensured that Dale's orgasm lasted as long as it possibly could, and that every moment of that lengthy ascent through sweet rapturous relief was milked to its absolute fullest.

When finally Dale was done; spent to the point of whimpering and trembling with over-stimulation as Chip suckled on him just a little longer despite knowing full well there was no more seed to tease forth, Chip eventually released him from his muzzle. He crawled up the length of Dale's now limp, panting body, chuckled as he noticed a stray shard of popcorn still stuck to the fur just to the side of Dale's muzzle, and bowed his head to gently kiss his brother on the lips. The beanbag shifted and rustled beneath them as that gentle kiss blossomed into a deeper, more full on make-out session, and by the time their lips parted again both chipmunks were panting, and Chip was trembling as he felt his own cock throbbing and dribbling pre-cum where it had ended up resting against his brother's fluffy belly.

"Can you save the game? T-take a break, now?"

Chip moaned, grinning as Dale blushed and nodded warmly. He crawled off his brother, passed the controller back to him, and watched as the weary but still red faced and eager-eyed chipmunk saved his progress with a visible note of pride, and shut the game off for the time being. A moment later Chip rose to his feet with his own still straining erection protruding out in front of him, and as he finally shucked his bomber jacket off, he extended a hand and helped his already naked brother to his feet beside him. Without a word Chip led Dale away from the beanbag, the TV and the remains of his gamer snacks. He guided Dale out of his bedroom and into his own, and circled around the bed before urging Dale up onto it, while continuing around so he could root through the drawers of his bedside cabinet.

Of course, Dale knew what was happening, so by the time Chip rose upright once more with a bottle of lube in hand and his cock twitching and dribbling more urgently than ever, his brother was already resting on his knees with his upper body laid down low against the soft bedding, and his ass high up in the air.

"If you ever get stuck on a boss like that again..."

Chip murmured as he lubed up his cock and scrambled up onto the bed, taking up position behind his beloved sibling. Before he could finish what he was going to say though, Dale nodded and answered on his own behalf.

"...I'll t-take a break, cool off, so I can come at it more clear headed. I know."

Chip chuckled, and playfully spanked his brother ever so gently across one cheek of his ass. Dale squeaked, and blushed as Chip murmured to him tenderly while slipping into position.

"That's not what I was gonna say, actually. It's good advice, but... I was gonna suggest that if you ever get stuck on a boss like that again, you come find me. You call me. You tell me you're pissed off and want some help calming down. And, if I can? No matter what else I was doing, I'll be there. I'll be there, and I'll help you out. Just like like I helped you out today."

Dale blushed, and giggled gleefully, delightedly to Chip.

"Y-you'd really go to all that trouble, just to help me play a video game?"

Chip chuckled, and moaned as he rubbed his lubricated cock between Dale's buttocks, before teasingly aligning it with the other chipmunk's asshole and pausing there, letting the tension build for a few moments as Dale squirmed and whimpered in anticipation.

"Of course I would. You're my brother, and I love you."

Chip murmured sincerely, adoringly to his blushing, trembling sibling.

"And, besides... if it means I get to help you out, then fuck you just like I'm about to fuck you?"

The chipmunk moaned, closing his eyes and listening gleefully to Dale's moaning as he began to press his hips forward, and to sink his cock into his brother's eagerly presented, readily waiting ass.

"I kinda hope that game only gets way, way harder from now on."

By Jeeves

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