Binary Love (preview)
Story by Domus Vocis on SoFurry
A pair of Siberian tiger twins named Anthony and Cameron have (what they assume to be) a secretly taboo relationship with each other. It's their 18th birthday, and after celebrating with their scientist mother and father, the tiger twins are given a stunning revelation. One that not only leaves them shocked, but threatens to redefine their relationships and how they view themselves.
"Binary Love" is a new erotic story I'm quite proud to have written. Due to Patreon suddenly cracking down on adult content up to and including taboo themes, I'll be posting this entirely on SubscribeStar for the next two weeks. In the meantime, until I post this publicly, enjoy a preview. Don't forget to leave a comment if you like this so far, and if you wanna read the rest, you can join me on SubscribeStar by following the link below. Thank you!
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“Ahhh, mfh! I’m getting c-close, b-bro…!”
“Faster, Tony! F-Faster—ngh! Mfh!”
The taboo of our union faded into background noise behind our grunts, moans, and huffs of breath as Anthony squirmed beneath me. Our athletic feline bodies writhed together as one while our pulsing barbed cocks leaked quarts of tiger seed all over our bare torsos, and the bed creaked noisily under us.
Someone could’ve walked in on us at the worst possible moment.
Neither of us let up the motions though, instead of going faster and bolder, knowing our parents and younger siblings were out of the house. Nobody could interrupt us, and we made the most of our two hours. Mainly, half an hour of our alone time spent exchanging eager blow jobs and another doing what ultimately led to Anthony cumming early: loving, leisurely frottage. Our hard, wet cocks pressed together along with our muscled nipples and well-earned abs as we made out like feverish rabbits. Okay, we were Siberian tigers, but still…
One of his paws grasped my right ass cheek, guiding my humping motions as h went faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhh!” he moaned, kissing me again.
His lips always felt like velvet. I could never get enough, inhaling and exhaling like an addict as soon as I needed air.
“Love you, Tony,” I chuffed, toes curling painfully into the sheets. “S-So much!”
I truly did. I loved my own twin, and not just in a brotherly manner. Not in the traditional sense. No matter how many girls we tried to date throughout middle and high school, or whatever different ways we tried to explain our feelings away until that ultimate night at our junior prom, we loved each other deeply.
“Love you too, Cam—ahhh!” he suddenly gasped, and smacked a paw back onto my ass. Nearly giving him a playful snarl, I echoed his desires. “Ngh, a-ahhhhh!”
Anthony chomped down on my neck without warning, causing me to buck hard against him and his fondling fingers. Several delirious seconds after he started purring midway through cumming all over our abs, I did the same, spurting out steamy cum between our hot, sweaty bodies until I collapsed onto Anthony’s awaiting arms.
Together, our hearts beat. Together, we drooled in a post-sex haze words could barely describe. A mixture of brotherly, romantic, sexual love that we couldn’t get enough of.
Anthony and I clung to each other for warmth, even though our sweat, cum-stained stripped fur, and the afterglow of sex provided plenty of heat. I could feel the identical man’s knuckles rubbing my lower back with one paw, and his other paw being raised up to scratch behind my ear. After a moment of further purring, I gathered enough strength to lift my whisker nose up to plant a soft kiss against his lips, and we stared at each other in relaxed adoration.
“Tha-That…Tha-That…T-That was…”
“Amazing,” I said for us.
“Yeah,” Anthony exhaled, and we kissed tenderly between breaths.
“What a way to spend an eighteenth birthday, eh?” he asked, and laughed with me when I kissed below his ticklish chin. “S-Stop that! It—It tickles, Cam!”
“This,” I spoke between rough licks with my tongue, “is…payback…for spanking…me!”
“Uncle, uncle!” he chuckled.
“Wrong relationship, bro,” I said, giving Anthony one more surprise kiss into redneck before scooting up to lie beside him. My arm draped behind his head, and he casually wrapped his arm around my back, his fingers kneading the base of my tail. “So…you excited for dinner? Mom and Dad said they’re bringing us pizza.” A smile grew wider between us. “Reckon it’s from Gemini’s?”
“It’s gotta be from Gemini’s, Cam,” he scoffed. “There’s nothing better!”
“Except for the Pan-Asian Buffet,” I mentioned.
Like clockwork, dueling growls vibrated from our taut stomachs, and our fingers each traced the abs we fought so hard to maintain. Hours spent after school in the gym and on the running track, juggling time for track-and-field as well as summer baseball. How Anthony found the time to keep straight A’s eluded me.
Being it was the middle of January in our senior year of high school, between the post-Christmas season and comfort foods everyone indulged in, it was torture not to be tempted. Until spring came, every day was a struggle to make sure we didn’t overindulge.
“Second break day tomorrow?” Anthony proposed.
“Second break day tomorrow,” I confirmed with a nod. “We can add an extra few sets. Maybe several to make up for eating too many slices?
“Works for me!” Anthony sat up from bed and offered a cum-stained paw. “C’mon, let’s get showered.”
In the end, the timing came down to the wire. We scrubbed each other squeaky clean, dried each other in the bathroom when the fur dryer failed to go fast enough, then got clothed in time for us to receive a phone call from Mom. She and Dad were approaching our road and needed help putting groceries away. Plus, they had the pizza from Gemini’s.
We practically ran downstairs into the kitchen the instant after I hung up. The sound of a garage door opening and closing could be heard from down the hall. As me and Anthony stood in our pajamas, matching white bottoms and black tops that Grandma had given us for Christmas, I could hear our parents talking.
“Should I tell them?” Anthony asked.
“About what?” My eyes widened, and I let out a relaxed chuffing noise. “They’ll be fine about it. It’s not that unusual.”
“Think they won’t bat an eye?”
“At what? Us living together?” I scoffed. “I bet colleges accommodate all the time.”
“They might insist we be more independent…” he mentioned worriedly.
I managed to say, “We’ll get there when we get there,” just as a door opened and footsteps heralded our parents’ arrival.
The smell of cheesy pizza fumigated the entire kitchen, while our parents walked inside wearing their office dress shirts beneath coats sprinkled with melting snowflakes, beaming at us the moment they saw us. For an odd reason, however, a flicker of sadness crossed their expressions. I didn’t think much of it when the scent of cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni, peppers, and sausage made our maws water.
“Happy birthday, boys!” Mom called out.
“Thanks, Ma!” we spoke in unison.
“Piping hot! Piping hot!” Dad rushed to the kitchen island, slamming the two boxes down on the granite countertop and exhaling in relief. “Dinner is served then!”
I purred at the scents, “Mm, smells great!”
“I’m starved!” Anthony chimed in.
“No, no, no.” Mom placed several full plastic bags down beside the pizza. “You boys help me put the groceries away, then we’ll eat.” Everyone groaned, including our father.