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Brotherly Meeting

Kyle and Lyle, twin brothers and yet never separated

Ting! Pshht!

With a steady hand, Kyle threw aside the beer cap and toasted, flashing his clean teeth before he took a swig.

“Sheesh. What else you have in that freezer?” asked Lyle, eyeing the minifridge content: mainly beer, soft, and even some hard liquors Kyle had been keeping for big occasions. Technically, that day could be one, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment so early.

Not as the sun was still out, and it was possible for people to come around and nag him. Especially the HOA, they were getting on his ass.

“I have everything you want. And even some hint of magic,” answered the pudgy, Pizzly Bear, his tiny ears swaying as he talked. With his white and brown fur intertwined and his yellow eyes, the thirties-something old office worker looked great in his brown slacks and half-open white shirt. He had the mannerisms of a car salesman as he smacked a hand atop the fridge, then waved it as if to present its content.

“I have everything your heart might desire! Drinks aplenty! And more.”

“More? Like a sexy bear?” answered Lyle with a grin, imitating Kyle. Though it did not take much to imitate as they looked so similar. So similar that their parents often confused them when younger.

Kyle and Lyle. Twins and yet, even if the similarity remained, they were different. The weight of years.

Kyle had always been the most book-smart of the two. Good grades, good results, good scholarship. Lyle, he was the rowdy one, but as he went through the military, he gained a musculature and the skill that years behind a desk would dull. So there was the difference: Kyle was stout, slightly rounder, with a belly he kept controlled with a tight belt and buttoned-up shirts. Lyle looked more like a perfect soldier representation, ready to defend his country, especially with that scar across his right side.

A change that did not seem to bother Kyle as he approached his brother and grabbed that face. He cupped those cheeks, stroked the fur with his thumb. And without even thinking, he kissed him. Their mouths met with a familiarity, their tongues joining and tangling, rolling while they threw themselves at one another. Lyle’s hands were over Kyle’s shoulders, and Kyle explored that muscular torso, grazing the dog tags over that tanktop, barely holding everything inside.

Then, as those pecs were given credence and enough affection, similar to those shoulders massaged by calloused hands, their mouths parted through moans and ushered breaths.

“Is she around?”

By She, he meant Kyle’s wife. A little mouse whose life often revolved around buying new clothes, redecorating their house, and partying with her friends. Technically, she also had a boyfriend on the side, or Kyle guessed it, but he was unbothered by it.

Not when he got the whole house for himself.

“No, Martha excused herself. She had a meeting with the HOA.”

“Obviously, she had to attend this meeting. Her, who hates it.”

“I know what you’re trying to say… You think she hates you.”

“Obviously,” grumbled Lyle, scowling.

“Well. She’s not here, and she won’t know a thing. So… Let’s enjoy our evening?” said Kyle, gripping two beers and signaling his twin to follow him inside. The pool was nice and enjoyable, but it was better not to be seen by the noisy neighbors. Plus, the guest bedroom was quite nice and enjoyable. It had all the amenities, and with Lyle’s bag out of the way, it was the perfect spot for the two to sit down and relax… Especially Kyle, grumbling and taking another sip.

“What do you wan-”

“Strip, Slut.”

Kyle cut through the chit-chat as he took another sip, taking a booming voice so close to the tone their father used to punish them. A tone that instantly made Lyle stop, freeze, and grin.

“Yes, Sir.”

An answer Kyle took with another sip of beer as his Brother closed the door behind him and removed his tanktop, throwing it aside. His dog tags dangled and hit his chest, exposing the trimmed fur that did not cover or hide away those muscles, unaffected by fat or excess. No, even those abs were perfectly defined, and Kyle could count them without squinting. Plus, once he focused on those pecs above, he saw them bounce.

Unashamed and amused, Lyle flexed and bounced each pectoral, juggling the dog tags with a toothy grin.

“Nice view, eh?” he even asked, raising his arms to flex his biceps while he continued the bouncing.

“Very nice,” confirmed Kyle with a sip. “But I miss the rest.”

“Killjoy,” retorted Lyle.

Still, the muscular Pizzly bent over to kick his shoes off and his socks, pulling and throwing them aside before he had his hands on his belt. Each on either side, Lyle gave that stripper’s grin, about to reveal the big surprise.

“And tonight, for our big surprise,” started Lyle, shaking his hips and then swaying them towards Kyle. “Your favorite brother, Lyle!”

Kyle would have laughed before. A lot. But he was too pent-up as he put the beers on the bedstand and passed two hands on his nap, reclining slightly as if on a seat while Lyle continued thrusting and shaking his hips. Lyle even got as far as grunting loudly while biting his lips, just to give that show to his Brother before those hands slipped on the buckle and, with one flick of a finger, undid it. Then, with the same sway, Lyle stripped. That was not sensual; That was silly. But the two brothers continued to smile and enjoy the moment…

Up until the jeans dropped at Lyle’s feet, he stepped away from them, unbothered. In undies, he exposed what his buckle partially covered. One word: “Slut”.

One that had been inked through changing the air follicles, marking the slur in a bright red that stood out on the brown and white fur.

Yet, without a hint of shame, Lyle chuckled and passed a finger over the word, even going as far as tracing a line underneath it as if to emphasize it… Before his fingers went on his undies he pulled down without a break.

Kyle held his breath for a second, then exhaled through his nose, silencing a chuckle but showing a large grin. He loved Kyle’s display and signaled him to move closer, the hand beckoning him.

“No touching, Kyle. It’s eyes only tonight!” continued Lyle with that stripper persona he loved to play. Being in the army had honed his skills and body but wasted such potential as that man loved to be observed and… Dominated.

“I’ll respect them with my eyes, but I can’t say anything with my hands,” answered Kyle, opening and closing his hand as if it were a claw, grabbing the air. A movement watched by both, until Lyle gave in and did a few jumps to get closer. He did not bother with his underwear he dragged while doing those jumps, silly as it was… Silly enough for Kyle to roll his eyes even when the prize was in his hand.

And what a prize. A big, meaty prize in the shape of two orbs neatly held in a tight scrotum. The skin was not taut, but the silver ring around the scrotum held the nuts tightly to expose their sightly rotund shape. More than that, they were big. Bigger than what Kyle recalled, enough for each to fit in his hand. They were large, hefty.

And backed-up. He could feel the heat radiating from beneath the fur or even when he dug into that skin. He scratched it with his dulled claws, heard the rumble from Lyle while that skin was slightly pulled from the ring and pinched before Kyle raised his hand and flicked.

TING!

“How long since you removed it? Smells like lavender,” laughed Kyle, feeling his claw slightly sting, but it was worth it.

“Heh. When you were not looking,” smirked Lyle, rubbing his nose. “But only for cleaning it.”

By it, both meant that cage that was already outgrowing Kyle’s size. The translucent plastic, shaped and reshaped as the perfect cockcage, was leaving bare Kyle’s shrunken and dripping cock within.

His cut length was nestled, but with a glance, it seemed there was some space left between the cocktip and the end of the cage. A cage Kyle flickered again, much to their pleasures, before he beckoned his Twin to come closer.

Close enough for him to lean and give that belly a kiss and that ass a grope. He dug into the soft flesh, felt the powerful thighs fighting back against the embrace while he gave that slut another lick.

“I’ll get you another cage. Smaller. But, now, get ready. I have everything ready in the third drawer.”

Kyle pointed to the nearest dresser with a grin, releasing his grip and lips while his Brother looked in that direction. That dresser, it was something they used to share younger.

“Just like before, under your underwear?”

“Pfh. I wish. There’s a secret compartment. You’ll feel the button on the right.”

Without much of a complaint, Lyle turned. He still extended one hand to ruffle Kyle’s hair, scratching between the ears before he went off. In the meantime, Kyle undid his shirt and pants. If Lyle went for a show while stripping, Kyle mainly fought with his clothes that were already getting too small for him. He should have cut on the meat, his friends said, but he wouldn’t do that. Not when his Brother loved that belly.

Kicking, fighting, he stripped: sometimes under Lyle’s gaze, who seemed confident enough he could look away from his work. A belt buckling, some straps being fixed… It was almost like second nature for the Soldier. All the while, his brother finally kicked his pants off and pulled his jockstrap down.

“Are you clean?” asked Lyle, grunting as he shook his hips.

“I am. But I can do that again,” growled Kyle, finally sitting on the bed in his birthday suit. Naked, exposed. The burly Pizzly had the stature of a grown-old office-worker. His belly was ostentatious; his pecs had melted a bit due to fat accumulating here or on his limbs.

Nevertheless, even with his pudgy and overhanging belly, it was easy to acknowledge how hung Kyle was. Heavy nuts, almost the size of apples, with a loose scrotum that made them low-hanging. And a cock! Uncut, it hung down as he sat on the bedside with his hands on his knees. Even up, his cock would reach past his knees with a length and a width that gave the impression he had a mace there. One that was getting harder and stiffer as Lyle’s humpings stopped, and he turned, smiling.

“Sheesh. You did not have to buy that one!”

“Hmm, hmm! Get your ass here,” ordered Kyle as he watched his Brother beam with joy, his eyes focused on the lower part of his anatomy. Where was a cage, translucent and quasi-see-through, there was something more attached to it… Or around Kyle’s waist. A strap-on.

The cock, made in the likings of big prey, had a dark-purple coloration that was amplified by the room lighting and the lube that had been smeared all over it, from the base, veined and thick like a fist, to the tip thin with a dulled tip. It was nothing like the tapered canines or flared equines. It was easier to take, either way, and it was all that mattered for the Twins who joined, sharing that moment and the bottle of lube exchanging hands.

They joined and embraced, their hands going all over one another. Lyle, with his calloused fingers going over Kyle’s cock, gave it a few strokes near the base. Kyle, with his soft digits, went over those shoulders, those pecs. Their tongues danced and tied, their mouths pressed against one another, though their muzzles were tilting the opposite way not to hurt their sensitive noses. And then, as the air was thick with the aroma of lust and needs… Kyle broke the kiss, even though their muzzles were smeared with saliva.

“Down,” he ordered.

Lyle followed, enjoined by a hand pushing his chest while he was forced to rest halfway on the bed, lying partially on his back and elbows. He was the most fit of the two, by miles. However, somehow, Kyle was the most enduring one in those situations as the office worker climbed on the bed that creaked and squeaked under their united weight.

He climbed and squatted, licked his lips as he watched Lyle, and passed a hand over the chiseled pecs. He stroked the chest and kept pushing on it, maintaining his balance, while his hand went over their cocks. The real one and the fake.

The two were rubbed together, hard-pressed. Kyle’s erect shaft throbbed with life and needs while he pumped the two together. The plastic was slightly cold, even colder, due to its lube coating. But even then, it felt good to rub one against it, smacking his shaft against “Lyle’s”, who bit his lips in anticipation and needs. Needy… Lyle had always been needy and more so with the cage… More so with their little play.

“Hmm. How does it feel?” asked Kyle, offering a grin to his Twin Brother.

“Very good. I can almost… Feel it.”

“You do. You’re feeling this?” asked Kyle, reaching for the tips and rubbing his palm against them, in sequence. In return, Lyle shivered.

“Y-Yes,” Lyle mumbled, biting his lips and trying hard not to blow his load. So needy. No... sensitive. Only watching the movement was driving him insane. And so it drove Kyle crazy, too, as he reached for the masts with both hands. He reached them, hard-pressed them together, and started to pump them with two palms. By then, Lyle had secured Kyle’s hips with his hands… But the Soldier’s face contorted in an expression of unfeigned pleasure and desire. Of lust while saliva dripped from his mouth. As his eyes were one closed, one open. And as his lower jaw trembled.

“Hhh… Put it in, Kyle,” moaned Lyle, his head going down to hit the mattress while his fingers dug deeper into that fat ass.

“Should I? Imagine how good it is when I squeeze the base, give those firm testicles a beating,” chuckled Kyle, his cock dripping with precum. He, too, was anticipating the moment. But years of deprivation and conditioning had trained Lyle to enjoy those moments, to feel his cock stroked as if it was inside that cage. Even whispering about it while Lyle had his eyes closed was enough to make that caged cock dribble.

Kyle was eager to tease, to take advantage of his twin Brother who was such a slut. And so he did when he pushed with his legs, putting a hand on Lyle’s chiseled abs so he could stand up and move… His hips moved without any excess, used as he was to that position. His knees flexed despite the pain in them or the shortness of his breath… But it was without a stop that he had that strap-on pressed and aligned between his asscheeks. The toy was hard, cold, smeared with lube. He could take the tip easily…

He had taken worse, he had used bigger dildos to get himself going even while his wife was away. This? It was almost a cakewalk. And yet, it was even better that as he impaled himself, he heard his Twin crying.

The eyes open and the hands holding onto Kyle’s thighs, Lyle was moaning obscenely, biting his lips while watching that wide tip slip inside. He cried, his eyes rolling, and yet perceiving the movement. He wasn’t feigning it at all. He was trembling, quivering, shaking. Without a doubt, he was cumming hands-free without any stimulation. And it made everything even better for Kyle as he lifted his cheeks. His asshole was spread and hurting, mainly from the lack of lube. Still, he reached for the bottle Lyle had given him and smeared it over his hand before he slipped that hand between his buttcheeks. The liquid was cold, and even with its presence, it didn’t ease the burn as he pushed three fingers inside, smearing and pushing the liquid all inside.

He had been too greedy, too eager; he had not relaxed. So this time, he took it slow despite his excitation. Below, his Brother was again all moans and sighs, his breathing quick and hasty. But Kyle took the mast slowly, feeling and appreciating the first inches passing through his tensed rim, and stopped. He stopped, took one breath, and looked down.

“Enjoying yourself, Lyle? How does it feel?”

“Perfectly… snug,” moaned Lyle, raising a thumb before it dropped. His feet stomped on the mattress.

Even after an ejaculation, he was in for another shot as if he had no refractory period. Not something Kyle could endure. But he didn’t have to as he descended, feeding another inch inside his ass, secured by his lovely Twin. His hole spread, opened, adjusted… It took in with only the reminiscent sting slowing him down. A pain that was slowly easing and disappearing, replaced by a sensation of fullness and… Yes, pleasure.

The same pleasure he felt as he stroked his cock before Lyle, reaching for it by grabbing it by the base and pulling the foreskin up. He pulled it up, sensing the drag… And the precum started to accumulate at the tip. The foreskin rolled, and a whiteish drop oozed from the tip and dropped on the Pizzly’s fur.

“Heh... I love feeling that thick cock inside me, Kyle. So big, so wide, so perfect,” moaned Kyle, not pulling any punches as his Brother had always been tiny. Not as small as fitting into such a tiny cockcage. But the smallest of the two. Even then, Kyle never wanted to give up on anal pleasure.

“I- I can feel it. Your ass is so tight. It’s gripping me,” moaned Lyle, his fingers shifting to cup the cheeks, supporting Kyle’s weight and scratching his thighs.

“Hrmph… Do you feel it? The squeeze on your cockhead?”

It was a play. He was loose, had grown loose. But Kyle imagined it, too. The way his hole would close on the tip, hold onto it as the whole cock rubbed against his prostate. Just the thoughts and perceptions were enough to push him near the edge. His cock… It was hard like steel, and it dripped like a faucet. His hands, ravenous, were moving at a quickened pace while he stroked himself. His hand was so firm, so tense around his mast. More than that, the precum coated it. Masturbation was easier, softer on his sensitive skin as he pumped faster and faster, feeling his throb go higher in intensity while his prostate started to feel full… Or was it his bladder?

Nevertheless, Kyle was feeling needy, too. He bit his lips as his hips were rocked faster through Lyle’s help. And uncaring for Lyle’s comfort or pain, if that cock could… Hurt. Kyle pushed the hips not only up and down but back and forth. He moved them that way to hit his prostate, to feel his pleasure and lust skyrocket whenever he managed to have that length smack against his part.

“Fuck! Your… Ass is so good!” shouted Lyle, shouting and presumably shooting another load.

The air reeked of musk and sex, of Pizzly cum as it was surely dripping all over the mattress. But even then, Kyle continued to ride. To ride before his Brother, who kept watching, enthralled by that vision of that big belly bouncing up and down, likewise to those moobs.

And that cock… Kyle’s cock swung like a pendulum when not held; it sprayed and coated Lyle’s chest with droplets that were going whiter and whiter.

Their breaths were getting shorter, and shorter was Kyle’s. He was no athlete, his gruff inspirations echoed within the room as he grunted and swallowed his saliva loudly. Breathing was getting hard, everything was getting harder… His legs burned. His lungs burned. His hands were hurting from holding and stroking, alternating from the left to the right to ease.

But amidst all this, there was the lust and pleasure. The two mixing altogether while their bodies started to move in unison. Shaken, but capable of following the tempo, Lyle slowed the movement and forced Kyle to advance, their hips to align. That way, Lyle had his feet on the bed and could use them. His knees were lifted and spread… And with them, he could push, thrusting into his Brother’s asshole.

A Brother who was starting to lose himself in the situation, losing control while his strokings grew frantic, his hips still while his brother pummeled inside.

Finally… It happened.

Kyle closed his eyes and opened his mouth, saliva flew from his mouth as one jet spilled from his cock, right onto Lyle’s face. Then, a second. A third. A fourth. He came and came, a rumbling noise escaping his torso and belly before his Brother’s movements slowed down. Not entirely, but those movements went from a hasty and brutal fucking to a slow tempo with their hips going up and down, marked by the sound of Kyle’s clenching butthole suckling on the fake cock.

“Fuck… I missed that,” moaned Kyle, reaching for his face to wipe his sweat-caked forehead.

No different than Lyle. The Soldier reached for one of the cum ropes that had reached his scar. He collected the cum with his thumb and licked it, offering a genuine smile.

“Shit. You must have been pent up, it’s like jelly,” said Lyle, using his other fingers before he sucked them.

“I… Was. And I am a bit,” Kyle answered while bending forward. For a moment, his softening cock was hard-pressed between his stomach and Lyle’s chest before he pulled up… Grumbled, growled… He grunted some more when the dildo slipped out, and his knees gave out. He rolled on the side.

“You’re still on for another round?” asked Lyle, surprised.

Kyle was no longer in his prime, physically. Even then, the pudgy Pizzly rolled on his back and darted a glance at his Brother.

“Yes. My ass is still itching,” he growled, using his legs and arms to turn and twist so he had his head on the pillow and their cover, his legs close in a spoon position. Of his soft cock, more cum dripped all over his testicles and over the sheets. But the deed was already done and none seemed to matter.

Not even Lyle as he slowly turned, too, and pressed his chest against his Brother. Between his legs, his cockcage was coated and oozing with cum. He had ejaculated so much a little pool had formed where he had been. And even though he was still soft, and would remain so, the strap-on he wore was not.

“Can I bite them, too?” asked Lyle, watching his Brother while he leaned forward to kiss that shoulder. Their mouths, their faces, their eyes, were closer than before. And eyes to eyes, Kyle exhaled through his nose on Lyle’s face, while he reached for his fattened pectorals to cup and lift them.

“No bitting,” he said… But it was all enough for Lyle as he rolled and went almost on half-four. He leaned forward, cupping and lifting one fat moob to suck it. His teeth scrapped it, but he knew better than to anger his Brother as his cocklet leaked like a faucet… And the Strap-on again pressed inside his Brother’s hole.

Such a wondrous hole he started to fuck, knowing it would be loose. And generous. And giving no resistance this time as Kyle smiled, stroking Lyle’s head. He passed a hand between the hair, on the short-cut fur, and growled… His cock again twitched with love and desire.

“Fuck me before she gets back… I need your cock, brother.”