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"I've got some major wood," Donner said.

Blitzen immediately appeared next to his brother's side, clutching the redwood-sized thigh and staring at his crotch with a hungry grin. His face quickly fell when he saw his brother's crotch wasn't full of hard dick. "You fucking liar," he said, his voice thick with disappointment and unspent tears.

Donner folded his arms as he gave Blitzen a steady look. "One, you're a raging sexaholic. Two, I do have wood... of the lumber variety. Three, you're a major raging sexaholic."

"You knew I was going to think the obvious when you come clopping in and saying things like major wood."

Donner remained steadfast. "Not my problem, not my fault."

Blitzen released Donner's thigh and stomped back to his recliner. "Bastard. I hate you."

Donner's eyes tracked Blitzen's movements, particularly around the firm, toned butt. "You love me and you'll be sucking my dick tonight anyway. The week's not over."

A thoughtful look crossed Blitzen's features, and Donner knew his brother was thinking of the recently purchased vibrator. The one with twelve settings. "I should totally use it tonight when I'm sucking you off."

Donner shrugged his broad shoulders. "Whatever gets my rocks off, bro."

"So why the lumber? I refuse to call it wood. It's too soon."

"Drama queen. I'm going to build us a new bookcase."

Doubt clouded Blitzen's handsome features. "Do you really think we need a new one?"

Donner looked around the living room. Stacks of books could be found in every corner, and a small pile was next to his own recliner. "Blitzen, are you fucking with me?"

Blitzen's muzzle broke out into a grin. "Payback's fun."

"Bastard. Anyway, I'll be in the workshop for a while. Shouldn't take me too long."

"Why not just buy a bookcase and put it together?"

Donner grimaced. "Heretic. Any Joe Schmoe can follow instructions. It takes a real man to build something with their own bare hands."

Blitzen folded his legs underneath him, and picked up a book. "I'll be right here and ready to soothe your bruised ego."

Donner raised an eyebrow. "And just what are you implying, bro?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just I remember the last time you tried to build something. Remember that little red wagon?"

"That was years ago. Decades, even."

"I cried my eyes out when it fell apart on me."

Donner nodded. "It broke my heart to see my little brother crying over something I built."

"I thought I'd broke it, and it upset me because my little brother built it just for me."

"As your big brother, it was my duty to make sure you were happy."

"As your big brother, it was my duty to ensure you knew I loved what you built."

Donner folded his arms. "Mom said I was born first. Maybe by a few seconds, but I was born first."

"The doctors couldn't tell us apart, and no offense to Mom, but she was doped up to the gills because we weren't exactly an easy pregnancy." Blitzen grinned as he opened his book. "Besides, Dad said I was first by a good seven seconds."

"You're right, except Dad said it was me who came out first."

Blitzen started reading his book. "Keep on thinking that, little brother. Have fun building your bookcase."

Donner snorted. "I sure will."

Blitzen absently waved Donner away, and the bigger reindeer went into the workshop. He'd already brought in the lumber, and pulled out his smartphone to access one of the plans for a bookcase he liked. "Well, let's get this started."

It took him some time. First the lumber had to be measured, then nailed together at just the right angle, then renailed again when he realized he got the angle wrong, but eventually the crude form of a bookcase started to reveal itself. After a good two hours later, it closely resembled what he'd seen in the plans. It stood a good seven feet tall and was more than half that wide. Once he put some varnish on it, it would be worthy to hold his books, and maybe even Blitzen's if his younger (not older) brother behaved himself.

Speaking of behaving, it was now time to show his brother the error of his ways. He left the workshop and reentered the house. "Hey, Blitzen, I need your help." His ears flicked at a strange, faint buzzing sound, and when he entered the living room, he soon discovered the source.

Blitzen looked up from his new location on the sofa, his eyes unfocused. He was laying on his stomach, naked as the day he was born, and the vibrator with twelve settings was firmly lodged up his ass. He blinked several times before he spoke in a dazed tone. "Oh. Do you... do you want me to help you give your failed attempt at a bookshelf a Viking funeral?"

"It's a bookcase, and no, oh ye of little faith. I want you to see the results, and learn never to doubt your older brother's craftsmanship." His brain then caught up with the sight of his naked brother, so he added "And why are you naked on the sofa and using the vibrator before noon?"

Blitzen grinned. "I got bored, duh." He closed his eyes and shuddered. "And wow, does it feel great."

"So would sucking my dick. Now get dressed and move your vibrating ass along with the rest of you. I think I did good, and I want to do it in the workshop, in front of my masterpiece."

Blitzen lazily rolled off the sofa and took longer than usual to put on a pair of running shorts, all thanks to the vibrator still buzzing inside him. "Okay, let's go!"

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" Donner asked as they walked over to the workshop.

Blitzen shrugged. "Eh, I got used to it." He paused again. "Except when the setting randomly hits twelve. Ho-ho-ho holy shit, that's heavenly."

Donner shook his head. "I'll never understand how anyone can get used to shoving things up their ass," he said as he opened the door for Blitzen.

"Practice makes perfect," his brother said breathlessly as he entered the workshop, then froze.

"Hey, don't block the doorway," Donner pressed a hand against the other reindeer's back.

Blitzen turned around to face Donner. "Bro, you know I was just kidding when I called your bookcase a failed attempt, right?" He turned back to face the tall piece of furniture. "Damn, that's going to look good in our living room."

Donner beamed at his brother, pride welling up in his bare chest as he puffed it out. "Thanks, bro. Now get in there and get to sucking."

Blitzen grinned and tugged the waistline of Donner's pants, walking backwards into the workshop. "Unless you've got an instant hard-on," he said, "I might have to help get you up first."

Donner dipped his head down and Blitzen pressed his lips against his brother's even as he unbuttoned Donner's fly. Once the pants were unzipped, Blitzen placed his hand inside them, fingers gripping and stroking the meaty package found therein. "Mmm," Blitzen whispered. "It doesn't need that much help after all." A visible shudder moved through him, and he gasped involuntarily. "Woof. Jumping from the six to the eleven setting is orgasmic." He looked into Donner's eyes. "You sure you don't want to ever try this?"

Donner shook his head, placing a hand on top of Blitzen's head. "Nope." He gently pressed down, forcing his brother to get on his knees.

"Whatever you say, bro," Blitzen grinned, kissing his brother's open palm before slowly pulling down Donner's pants, exposing the black jockstrap underneath. The bulge was starting to force its way out already, and when Blitzen cupped his brother's balls, it surged to life and strained against the fabric.

"Jesus Christ," Donner grunted. "How do you manage to get my erection to grow so damned fast all the time?"

"It's all in the wrists," Blitzen said, winking up at his towering brother. He pulled back the pouch of the jockstrap, and Donner's erection sprang out, almost hitting him in the face. "Whoa, easy there, King Richard."

Donner arched an eyebrow down at his crouching brother. "King Richard? You're naming my penis now?"

"It'd be an insult to call this monster a dick," Blitzen said, wrapping his fingers around the thickness of the shaft. "It's fit for a king. Thus, King Richard is its name." He looked up at his brother, eyes gleaming with lust. "Can we measure it first?"

Donner grunted. "Why do you always want to measure my cock, bro? It's always the same size. Too damn big. Twelve inches. Just measure it with your eyes."

Blitzen pouted, but Donner was unmoved. "Get to sucking it, bro." He then shuffled around until his back was to the bookcase. "Suck it good and plenty with me in front of my creation."

Blitzen grinned. "Whatever you say, bro," he said, lazily running his tongue from Donner's scrotum all the way up to the tip, then opening his mouth and taking in the cock head.

"J-Jesus," Donner whispered as his brother started to slowly ease his mouth down his shaft. "No one gives me better head than you, bro."

Blitzen shuddered in response, perhaps to a sudden change in the vibrator's setting, and kept on going down the shaft until his muzzle was nuzzling against his brother's crotch.

Donner looked down in awe flavoured with more than its fair share of pleasure as his immense prick sank into Blitzen's mouth and throat with startling ease. "Damn..." No matter how many times it happened, he was always surprised at just how fucking good the buck was at sucking cock.

Maybe the corners of Blitzen's snout curled up into a smile. It was hard to tell with his jaw wide open, but those eyes, they said more than his face could. The younger reindeer was proud even if he didn't say it, with an expression that suggested Donner hadn't seen anything yet.

The slow drag of Blitzen's lips and teeth up the surging length of his cock nearly put Donner on the floor. Getting your crank worked standing up was one thing. Donner was strong, sturdy, built to work up a lather and come back for more. Blitzen broke all the rules though--every bob of his head along his brother's shaft was like having his soul sucked out. It didn't help any that the boy couldn't keep his hands to himself either. If those broad palms weren't stroking those inches of Blitzen-sausage that didn't have a mouth to call home, they were squeezing Donner's churning nuts. There was no quarter here, no moment to catch his breath. And when one of those fingers and its hard tip sneaked its way up under the buck's tail, all bets were off.

"Ugh... not... gonna last if you keep this up..." It was futile, and he knew it. His legs were shaking, thick quads and calves struggling to get enough blood away from his crotch to keep doing their jobs properly. Blitzen was not giving up. His broad tongue slathered Donner's nuts, loved them, lavished them...

Donner fell backwards against the wall and threw his head back, eyes shut tight as he ground his teeth together. Blitzen's cheeks puffed out at the sudden influx of come. Just like Donner was constantly amazed at Blitzen's cocksucking talent, the younger buck was always caught off guard and never prepared for just how much his brother came, struggling to swallow it all before it leaked down his chin.

Moments passed as the pair came down a little bit, Donner pressed hard against the wall, shifting his weight against something prodding him in the back that wasn't Blitzen's fingers.

Wait. Was that a crunching sound?

"Aw, shit." Donner's heart sank a bit at the sight of what remained of the bookcase. The seven foot tall structure had collapsed against his weight, leaving a pile of broken wood. He was so lost in the throes of his climax he never noticed, his brother was just that good. "I should've just had you suck me off in the living room."

Blitzen reached behind him, and the vibrator went silent. He offered a hand, then pulled his brother back up to his hooves. "I'm sorry, bro."

Donner sighed. "Two hours of work down the drain. I'll figure out where I went wrong and just try it again."

Blitzen squeezed his brother's shoulder. "That's my bro, always thinking positive."

"Yeah." He looked over at Blitzen. "So how about we grab some lunch and then you can give me a sympathy blowjob?"

Blitzen licked his lips. "Maybe we can watch some amatuer porn so you can get some major wood of your own again?"

Donner grinned. "I like the way you think, you sexaholic."