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The TV flickered lazily as Maxwell floped down on the leather cushion, tapping his tail a few times on the floor as he scrolled through channel after channel of useless, boring, commercialized content. If anyone asked, he was honestly not sure why he watched such meaningless drivel and with all channel flippimg he was doing it was a distinct possibility that he was in fact, watching more static between channels then actual TV.

But that was okay. He was so bored it didnt even matter.

Max adjusted the pillow behind his head and wiggled his currently boxer clad rump into a more comfortable position. He settled down on his stomach after another few moments of adjustment and sighed, letting his remote weilding arm hang off the side of the couch. Letting out a soft groan as he let his weight press out the air from his lungs, leaving his maw slightly open in a relaxed state as his eyes began to absorb the show that was on. His face half pressed into the pillow awkwardly, but strangyly comfortable.

Occasionally he would wiggle, eventually he would even bring the hanging arm back up to his side, and finally he reached back and tugged the leg of his boxer straight. He always hated when it rode up on his butt.

He resettled his head down on the nearby pillow and let his mind numb a bit.

The TV was quietly droning on about something or rather when the house rumbled softly as the garage door opened. Maxwell rolled his eyes because that meant his slut brother was home. After a long moment of silence the house rumbled softly signaling the descent of said garage door. There was another almost palpable moment of relative quietness before the nearby garage door burst open and in spilled a mess of fur and scales.

Unsurprisingly it was Mitch with his friend Samson (Or something, names didn't really seem super important), and they stumbled about on three legs. Two of which were Sampson's and the other was Mitch's, his other leg was wrapped around his large drake's waist, shamelessly grinding their wet bulges together as they stumbled about. Mitch's arms were frantically roaming the large drake's upper back, digging into the thin black v-neck he had on just as the large, sand colored drake's hands were groping the wolf's ass.

Maxwell groaned softly, his ears flattening as he arched his back and looked backward over the couch's arm rest. Getting an all to near view of the mess the two were making. Their muzzles were jammed together, tongues in a fury with a symphony of moans accompanying them, and drool was dribbling off of his brother's chin (Despite never having kissed him, he knew he was a wet kisser).

After a few more seconds of messy stumbling about the two creatures locked in either lustful embrace, or perhaps a contest of who could engulf the other's entire maw, collided with the kitchen counter top. Mitch was quickly lifted up and set on the counter with a soft wet squelch, his paws pulling off the large drake, frantically reaching down to undo his pants which fell onto the ground with more wet sounds.

Samuel (or whoever the heck he is) quickly stepped free of his slightly damp pants, leaving his large sand colored cock dribbling on the side of the counter, and once Mitch scooted forward, now his dark purple shirt, staining it even darker as the thick member drooled and spurted musky pre while his bulky sandy arms lifted the gray wolf up from the counter, stumbling about with both of the wolf's gray legs wrapped around his mid section.

Maxwell sighed and watched the TV, trying to ignore the rather loud moaning and grunting coming from the pair. His attempts were extinguished however as soon as the pair stumbled into the living room and Mitch's Unknown Quarry sat down nearby in the leather recliner.

Mitch quickly hopped off his lap and shook his rump, wagging his gray slim tail nice and high as he slowly pulled down his pants and pink panties down in a single, swift move. His dark red cock bobbed excitedly as he pulled off his purple soaked T-shirt and tossed it away without a care. The Reptile did much in the similar fashion, watching with a dirty grin and lewdly rubbing his crotch, not caring in the least as juice leaked in a steady stream from his shaft and pooled around the base of the chair as it dribbled down between his legs. Mitch growled lustfully and quickly hopped into his lap, rolling his slender hips and grinding their leaking cocks together in a louder, and even more heated moans (which Maxwell didn't even think was possible from how loud they were before).

Max growled quietly, having slouched in his seat a bit to hide him. Unfortunately they were rather close by now and easily within his range of peripherals, which made ignoring them simply impossible. He sat up and barked a rather loud,

"Hello Mitch"

There was a moment where the sound didn't even reach the two and with a long wet sucking/slurping noise their muzzles detached from each other. Strands of saliva dribbling down from their respective chins while Mitch turned his muzzle towards his brother,

"Oh, h-hey there Maxi... you don't mind do you?" He asked with a lustfully hazy smile, resting his head on the chest of the large drake that held him.

"no... fuck, just clean up for once" Sighed Maxwell trying to pretend like seeing his naked brother slathered with slimy juice wasn't making his sheath swell.

"Thank you! I love you bro!" Exclaimed Mitch with a soft yelp as the Reptile Who's Name Starts With an S, pinched his rear.

He flicked the TV off and went up to his room. Ignoring the trails and puddles of mixed juices on the kitchen floor and even as he went beyond a door and up the stairs he could still hear the messy squelching of what probably was a cock slipping into a tight orifice.

He could easily picture his brother making out with large reptile, rolling his hips in his lap before his partner would get impatient and grab hold of his waist. He could even see his small frame getting lifted up with ease before sinking down onto meaty drooling cock. The puddle under the chair would only grow larger as the reptile fucked his brother silly for quite possibly hours.

Maxwell sighed and sat down at his computer, kicking on the power button and waiting for the machine to warm up to running speed. He wasn't jealous, no, that wasn't it. He and his brother had nearly the same body shape, he just wasn't so flamboyant and didn't liked to sit on fire hydrants full of cum. He didn't even know what he put up with his brother's constant lewd remarks, flirting, moaning, or in general his slutty attitude.

He groaned in slight frustration as he looked down at his swollen boxers, the lump quickly growing dark with pre. He growled and tossed his hands up before letting them hit his thighs with a slap.

"Well... shit" he growled to no one in particular. At this rate his cock would be soaking his chair in a few minutes.

As if on cue there was a crash of what sounded like a mortal wounding in the room next door followed by a deep moan. Maxwell sighed softly, staring at the computer screen which unfortunately shared a wall with his brother's bed.

Even if Maxwell didn't want to know what was going on in the next room, the sound alone accurately described everything. He heard a soft creak, followed by a louder one: Mitch had just laid down on his bed, followed by the reptile climbing on top of him. There was a muffled moan and a soft squish: The probably were making out again and grinding against each other, getting each other's bodies slick and wet with pre. Some soft muffled talking ensued: Mitch telling the hunky reptile to fuck him with his thick shaft. Then came a soft yet deep rumble: Mitch's... whatever he was, responding with something akin to "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna fuck you all night".

At this point Maxwell was definitely under the impression his wall was nearly paper thin. As soon as the rhythmic pounding started he set his elbows on his desk and balled his fists over his ears. But even that wasn't enough to block out the sounds of his brother grabbing the bed sheets and yelling in pleasure as the sandy colored drake slammed his scales into Mitch's posterior. Burying his lengthy fat shaft deep in the hot bowels already nearly filled with warm drake pre. He could even hear the messy squelching caused by a far to large cock being slammed into a little hole already filled with pre, which only made the juices spurt out and splatter on the already wet bed sheets.

The moaning quickly was drawing towards a climax, the thumping grew louder and faster. The moaning and growling growing longer and more desperate the, wet slopping of moist surfaces getting wetter and wet bodies growing louder too. Maxwell dug his claws into his ears, grabbing a pair of headphones and tucking his ears into them, but even then it was no avail. The floor shook slightly with the force of the nearby rutting. He wouldn't have been surprised to see pictures having fallen down in the hallway.

Maxwell lifted his head up from the desk as there was a sudden pause in the noisy exercise routine being conducted next door. He grew slightly curious and sighing softly as he looked down at the tent he was pitching, his boxers were thoroughly soaked and his heavy cock was pulled down with the weight of the wet fabric. He stood up with a soft splatter of pre that poured off his lap onto the plastic mat for his wheeled desk chair. He tugged off his boxer which splattered mutely into the puddle at his feet before he crept into the hall slightly.

His brother's door was directly beside his own and Mitch always made a point to leave the door open, so it was not very hard for Maxwell to watch as they finished shifting into a new position. Especially since the foot of Mitch's bed faced the door.

Mitch now had his cheek pressed up against the wall, both hands splayed as if holding the wall back and his entire lower body and even some of his head looking like he had been dipped in a pool of pre and drake slime. Mitch's muzzle hung open, his tongue panting hard eyes closed in bliss. The bedding around Mitch's knees was pooling pre and his legs that hung off the side of the bed, dripped the preseed onto the carpet and the drake's feet. The large reptile lifted a foot and set it on the bed before lining his cock against the wolf's seeping tail hole and roughly sinking his entire length into the howling and yipping wolf.

Maxwell was on his knees, his own cock bouncing and throbbing, the tapered tip almost peeing musky wolf pre onto the carpet as he watched the huge creature take his brother. The drake grabbed Mitch and slammed his hips deep into him, making his brother scream in ecstasy.

"Maxiieeee!" He howled as he came.

His tapered tip bounced and sprayed his voluminous cream hard against the wall with an audible splatter, the white icing splattering with enough force that it returned to wet Mitch's chest fur after bouncing off the wall.

The drake's seed took only a moment longer to become visible, at first making Mitch's stomach bulge slightly before a thick gout of the seed poured out of his tail hole. Matting down his legs and ass as it jetted from his stuffed hole, making him moan deeply while cum pulsed into his belly and out onto its owners crotch. A few thin sheets of the wolf and drakes milk spilling off the bed onto the floor messily as they both stayed still in an attempt to recover from such a violent orgasm. The drake was clearly not finished as he slowly rocked his hips against Mitch's gaping hole, more white jizz was spilling out so the virile drake must have been injecting more liquid lust into him.

Maxwell, watched this with an open muzzle, unsure of how to react to seeing his brother take such an incredible load of cum only to scream out his very name. He scrambled out of the puddle he left in the hallway back to his room. Closing the door and laying on his bed, panting hard and resisting the urge to paw off to the memory of his brother getting skewered on a big cock. He panted almost as heavily as the two next door, head swimming with musk from the room that seemed to permeate the wall, his knotted member diamond hard and leaking onto his stomach. He sighed in defeat.

Meanwhile, his brother, on the other side of the wall, gently laid down on his essence infused mattress with his scaled companion, always loving the feeling of cum soaking into his fur and a male behind him wrapping his arm around him. The quite drake licked his cheek and rumbled out softly.

"why don't you jussst sleep with him already?"

"He doesn't want me yet..." He whispered back softly, stroking the strong male's arm.