The First Encounter
"C'mon, Ben! Just one game, please?"
"No, I really have to study! I have midterms next week. You should be studying, too, you know." I cast a glance back towards my brother, his fingers tugging at the sleeve of my hoodie. Despite being my twin, Oliver looked a full year younger than I did, with a head full of shaggy auburn hair that just about covered his diminutive antlers. His hazel eyes were understanding, if disappointed. "Look, you do your homework, and I'll play with you. Deal?"
Oliver frowned. "Ugh, but that stuff's boring. I'm gonna go skate."
I slammed my pen down a bit harder than I intended. "Dude, it's almost ten thirty. You've been skating all day."
"Yeah, so what?"
"So, Mom said you can't go out after dark. Remember what happened last time, Snag?"
Maybe I'd gone too far there, but Oliver's resistance was starting to wear on me. He glared at me, hurt, and I pretended not to notice his tongue rubbing against his chipped tusk. After it happened, everyone at school had taken to calling him Snaggletooth, or Snag for short. It was the easiest way I knew to get under his skin. "You're an ass!" he said with a quivering voice, before turning and starting to storm out of our bedroom, his hooves clicking on the wooden panels.
"Hey, language! Where are you going?"
"Shower! Leave me alone, jerk!"
Somewhere down the hall, I heard a door slam shut, and I let myself sigh, thankful that no one else was in the house. Elizabeth had started her first year in college and was living on campus. Mom and Dad were out of town, attending Guinevere's All-State violin recital. Even though we were both seventeen, sometimes I felt being with Oliver was like babysitting. It wasn't so bad, though. Sometimes, we had a lot of fun.
I started writing again, a literary criticism of Pride and Prejudice and how it pertains to modern life. But it wasn't long before my mind started to drift, and before long, I found myself kicked back, pen locked underneath my tusks, balancing on the two back legs of my chair. Maybe a break wouldn't have been so bad. I could hear the shower still running, though. Oliver's showers sometimes lasted an hour, or until he used up all the hot water. If he were upset, he probably wouldn't come back for a while.
"Oh, sh-" I lost my balance and fell back, landing in an pile of fresh laundry, and for once, I was glad my brother sucked at cleaning up his side of the room. I rolled back, sitting up the chair and pushing it back in, and took a moment to tidy up my desk. All manner of books were scattered across my desk, Calculus, Physics, Psychology, Statistics, and a bunch of required reading for English. I wasn't so OCD that I had to have everything alphabetical or anything like that, but I did like things to be straight and neat.
Oliver was totally different. Opposite of mine, his desk was a wreck, with candy wrappers and crumbs everywhere. Doodles covered every bit of paper, except his Biology homework, which was actually really good. I had to give the kid some credit; he was really smart when he actually put effort towards his schoolwork. That had probably been his saving grace when Mom was considering holding him back. Having two years between us probably wouldn't have been good for him at all. Plus, he had such beautiful handwriting, that I was really envious.
As I was starting to clean his desk, my ears picked up another sound, like a TV starting. But the shower was still going. "What in the world?" I muttered, tossing some of his trash into the wastebasket I kept next to my desk. Peeking out into the dark hall, I saw yellow light pouring from the bathroom and blue light flickering from the cracked game-room door. I stepped lightly, trying my hardest to keep my hooves from clapping loudly. I don't know why I was trying to be so stealthy; this was my home after all.
I peered into the bathroom first, but didn't see Oliver. That only left the game-room. I could hear voices now, and the sounds of gunfire. That was definitely my brother. Silently as I could, I slid over to the crack in the door and peeked inside. The deer was sitting on his knees nestled into a pillow, his eyes glaring intently into our big-screen, his fingers flying over his controller with greater control than anything I could ever manage. His somewhat shaggy fur dripped on to the towel he had wrapped around his waist. "That douche's on the left!" he said in a failed attempt to whisper into the earpiece that hung from his ear.
"Got 'em!" A feminine voice answered from the TV. Anise, probably, Oliver's bluejay friend. From what I'd seen in the past, even with feathers for fingers, she was an amazing gamer. I watched them play for a few minutes until the round concluded, then I turned to head back to my room. "Hey, what's that sound?" Anise said, and I paused froze, my heart racing.
"Huh? Oh, the shower. I'll turn it off later."
"It's been on for a while. Are you okay, Oliver?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, you usually don't play that hard. You sound kinda mad."
"No, it's..." Oliver's ears dipped. "Well, kinda, yeah. I wanted to play something with Benji, but he just yelled at me."
"School stuff?"
"Yeah... I mean, I know he's right, but... I know he's gonna go to college soon, and I'm gonna be all by myself. I mean, I'll have G, but she's always doing her own thing, and you're getting busy with Tennis. I just wanted to spend as much time with him as I could."
"Aww, that's sweet. Why don't you just tell him?"
"W-well..." Oliver paused, scratching lightly at his nose, as if he were debating something. "Well... cause... I like him."
"So?"
"I mean... I like him, like him..."
My heart started pounding, and somehow, and I'm not sure how, but I started smiling. No, not smiling, beaming. Something about that made me happy. Really happy. I pushed the door open, just enough to slip through. Our game-room hadn't been paneled yet, so there was still carpet in this room, and for that I was thankful. I was able to slip in without him noticing.
"That's... kinda hot, actually..." Anise was saying, and Oliver buried his snout into his hands. "So, why not go for it? You always wanted to. You can at least trust your brother."
"Ch-chika," he stammered, and I could tell the insides of his ears were red from here. I could almost feel the heat of his embarrassment. "He'd never go for it, anyways. He's too busy studying."
"That doesn't mean I can't take a break," I said, suddenly feeling brazen. I'd crept up to where Oliver was kneeling, and wrapped my arms around him. I felt the deer freeze in his tracks, and I could feel his breath quicken. I started nibbling lightly on his ear, the one opposite of the headset, and managed to get a squeak out of him.
"B-Benji?!" he whimpered between quick breaths, "y-you heard?" He scrambled to hit mute on the TV, but I didn't let him move far. He turned to face me, looking downtrodden. "Y-you must think I'm a total fag...."
"Heh, I knew you were," I said, and Oliver turned more sullen. I smiled apologetically and relaxed my hold on him, instead gently placing my hands on his shoulders. "But your rainbow bracelet sort of blew that secret for you. You're my bro, and it's my job to watch out for you and make sure you're happy."
Oliver started to say something, but only managed to squeak again as I pushed back on his shoulders, forcing him backwards, my snout hovering just inches over his. My tusks nearly touched his. I don't know how long I stood there over him, gazing at his cute freckles, but I do know that he initiated, lifting his head up to lock his lips around mine. Moving my hand to support his head, I pressed back, my tusk intertwining with his remaining one.
We kissed for what felt like hours, exploring each other with our tongues, before I finally broke the kiss and lowered my head. I started nibbling lightly at Oliver's neck, grinning as the pinch of my tusks caused him to squirm and yelp, his fingers wrapping around my chest to dig into my back. Slowly, I worked my way down his chest, past where the brown fur gave way to white, then brown, then white again.
"Benji..." he warned in the most adorable of whines I'd ever heard as I reached the towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. His squirms intensified now, and I could only grin wider, encouraged. I gripped the towel and flung it backwards, revealing the most beautiful naked body I'd ever seen. While Oliver and I were twins, we were not identical, and my build was a bit stockier than his. Even though he tried to hide it under heavy fur, he had an almost girlish figure, with a narrow waist and slightly wider hips. But nestled between his thighs in his groin was something most assuredly male, and most assuredly excited.
"If I didn't know any better... I'd say you wanted this," I teased as I drew one of my fingers across the underside of his malehood, eliciting a gasp that I could only describe as delightful. Oliver wanted to glare at me, I knew it, but his eyes were closed and his mouth was open, a whine of pleasure mixing with gasps as my fingers danced and fondled. It was amazing how his body responded, with hardly any resistance at all. With a single finger, I could maneuver his legs wherever I wanted, settling for something very exposed. I never knew my brother was so flexible, he could bring his knees all the way to his chest, then spread them out.
Oliver peaked out at me, almost as if he were wincing, but no pain showed on his snout, just bashfulness. "B-Benji... w-what're you doing?" he whimpered. His scrawny tuft of a tail wagged incessantly, the white underside drawing my eyes towards the pink of his tailhole.
"Hmm, I hadn't decided yet," I said, looking over him. "Is there anything you want, bro?" I slid my thumb over his rump, delighting at the whimpers and squirms he made. His member twitched and a slick, clear fluid beadded up at its head, and with that, my decision was made. I knelt over him, my eyes locked with his, and lightly flicked at the bead with my tongue.
"Nyah~!" Oliver whined loudly, and his hands moved up to my head, but he did not push me away. Nor did I let him as I reached down and grabbed hold of his hips, pushing my head down, taking the whole of his meat into my mouth. "G-God... Benji..." he whimpered, holding my head for dear life. His squeezing hurt my ears, but I didn't care. I could feel myself growing more excited as I ran my tongue along the underside of his penis, sucking lightly on the tip, and getting more and more warm as I heard his cries.
I moved from his member down to his balls, teasing them with my tongue, licking his scrotum, and then finally grazing his tailhole. My tongue swirled around the pink ring, until Oliver started giggling and flailing about. I pulled back, grinning, noticing that my pants and grown quite taut. "You're a cute kid,"I said, reaching his waist to start tickling him.
"W-we... we're the s-same age!" he protested between giggles, laughing hard until he started coughing, rolling this way and that to escape my punishment.
Letting his catch his breath, I backed off just a bit, enough to give myself enough room to shed my hoodie and pants. I wasn't much larger than Oliver, but while he was the more physically active, my exercise was more focused and intense. I was definitely the stronger of the two of us. I leaned over him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. "So... how do you want it?" I asked, grinning, almost predatorily.
I swear, some of the color drained from Oliver's face to be replace by a deep hue of red. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, his eyes knowing, but not wanting to admit it.
"Oh, don't play coy." I leaned in close to him, kissing him lightly on the nose. "Your tail's been wagging like a dog, non-stop. I know you've been wanting it. Besides, I found your toy."
"You... did?"
"Yeah. Better me than Mom, though. Someone's gotta clean our room, you know. You should hide it better if you didn't want it found."
Oliver glared at me for a moment before turning around. For a moment, I thought he was going to get up to leave, but instead, he turned on his hands and knees, wiggling his rump in the air. I opened my mouth, but Oliver beat me to it. "Sh-shut up!" he said, preemptively. "I know what it looks like... I'm not a slut! I... I just want to know what it feels like from a real person...."
Chuckling, I reached over and ruffled his hair. "Haha, love you, bro." Now, I'm not a saint. I may do my best in class, but I'm just like every other guy that ever existed. I like thinking about sex, and like my bro, I was a virgin as well. But the internet is a wonderful, wonderful thing. I ran my hands through the fur of his rump before spreading his cheeks. His tailhole twitched eagerly, and gently I pressed my finger to it. To my surprise, it slipped through easily, and I realized that his insides had already been lubed up. I giggled again. So that's why his showers were so long.
Removing my finger, I positioned myself behind him, and slowly began pushing forward. I'd seen Oliver's toy before. I was a little bit bigger, and so for fear of hurting the guy, I made it as gentle as I could. My bro had a different plan, though, and was gasping with pleasure, so much that he pushed back into me, so hard that I would've fallen back had I not already been inside him. I hilted him almost immediately, and Oliver gripped the pillow beneath him so hard, I thought he'd rip it. "G-God, it feels so good," he said in a shaky breath, his insides tightening around me.
My fingers sank into the fur around his hips and I started to pull back out. Apparently, I wasn't moving fast enough for him; he whined impatiently at me. "And you say you're not a slut..." I giggled at him before slamming forward. Oliver cried out in pure bliss as I began to ram him, his tight warmth urging me harder and faster. He matched my rhythm, pushing back when I thrust forward and pulling away as I pulled back. My mind was a blur, and at those few times that I slipped out, my only thought was plunging back into that delicious ass of his.
I was reminded almost of a squeaktoy; every time I'd thrust, Oliver would gasp in a high pitched squeal of pleasure. I reached forward, running my hand through his hair until my fingers locked around his antlers. My other hand grabbing his shoulders, and I began burying myself as deep into him as I could. I only vaguely noticed that Oliver was no longer on his hands. He'd fallen down to his chest and was voraciously pawing at his member.
Maybe it was my inexperience or how aggressive I had been in fucking him, but I felt myself tightening. I clenched my buttocks, trying to hold myself back, but I couldn't stop it. I slammed myself as deep as I could, unloading myself inside him. I did not masturbate often, so the joy of relief was enough to make me dizzy. I twitched several times, knowing each twitch was another rope of seed planted inside of my twin.
Clumsily, I pulled back out of him, a small strand of cum binding us together for a moment before it broke. I fell backwards, watching Oliver as he rolled over on to his back, pumping vigorously as his member, whining in need until finally it spurted, landing on his snout, face and chest. He laid there for a moment, panting, until I crawled over there to him.
"Heh, I see how you like it," I said, kissing him on the nose. He didn't say anything, only whined and licked at my neck. I ruffled his head again. "I need to go back studying. I guess I can let you play your games for this one night. Just turn off the shower."
He laid there panting as I collected my clothes and staggered back into our room, laying there on my bed in the bliss of my afterglow. After a few minutes, I thought to get back up, but the chair was just all the way over there, and I just didn't feel like it. My eyelids were so heavy. At least tomorrow would be Friday, an easy day at worse.
I had just fallen into the first stage of sleep when Oliver burst into the room, his ears red with embarrassment. "D-dude... Benji..." he stammered.
"What?"
"I.... I left the mic on..."