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I remember I was halfway into a three-pound bag of gummy bears when I got the text message from Marcus, a meerkat friend of mine: "Hey rudderbutt, my brother's in town, and I was wondering if you'd like to come by & visit, maybe stay the night to get to know him." He and I were fairly good friends and I really didn't at all mind spending time with him, and besides, it was the Saturday of a long weekend off from school, anyway - there was no reason for me not to go, other than that my two horndog roommates would not nobody but each other to empty their sexual frustration into. Whatever, right? So, of course, I sent back an affirmative, and asked when it'd be good for me to come over.

The thing is, I'm not exactly sure how or when I met the meerkat. He very well might, but I sure as hell don't; he's just kinda been there for the past two or three years or however long it's been, a fun person to talk to and a good guy to know. Honestly, though, I had no clue he had a brother - but that might just be a brother thing, the whole not-telling-your-friends-you-have-a-brother, because I have one, too, and neither of my roommates knew until he showed up at our door a few weeks ago on a visit. Though he only stayed for a handful of nights, it was by far the most enjoyable visit from him, and I'd like to do it again sometime.

But, anyway, back to Marcus. As I packed my things for the night - which consisted mostly of me stuffing my laptop into a backpack alongside a shirt for tomorrow - I couldn't help but wonder what he'd meant by 'get to know him'. I don't know how many times I've said it, but when one of my roommates 'got to know me', he just shoved his cock down my throat... Marcus wasn't quite so blunt, but the few times he'd visited me here, he wouldn't really let me keep my pants on while trying to work or do homework or whatever. He probably meant we'd go see a movie, or stay at his place and chat, or play video games together or something... really, it all depended on what kind of person his brother was. If he turned out to be anything like Marcus, well...

I had to ask one of my roommates for a ride over - "what, a sleepover? At your friend's house? What are you, Lukas, a sixteen year old girl?" (to which I wanted to reply 'might as well be, with the way I moan', but that... that just felt distasteful) - and then, on the way, had to send the meerkat another text asking for the address. The ride there was a bit convoluted, especially since I'd forgotten to do this last part until maybe five minutes in, when my roommate got to the highway and asked "what now? Where the hell are we going?" and I had no answer. He didn't really seem to mind, though; what with a second roommate back at home, it was rare that the two of us got any time together. After I'd gotten the address, he turned on the radio to the classical station - "oh, no way," I said, turning it up, "this is Scheherazade, I love Scheherazade..."

As we got closer, my mind started to wander. Normally it wouldn't matter too much to me, but hey - I liked Marcus; I couldn't help but wonder about his brother. Marcus himself was... well, mostly normal, your average dude: shorts, glasses, kinda tall, slim. Normal except for, y'know, how he likes having his hair green. Picture me and my brother: I've got these body markings, turquoise eyes, one earring, socks that never match, and a thousand t-shirts, only one of which bears the word 'bitch' on it (thanks to my fruit bat friend, who got it for me as a birthday gift); and then there's my brother, who wears button-up shirts (but doesn't button the collar) and long pants that are never not some shade of brown, who wears natural or hemp fiber laced shoes or something, who has Dad's green eyes and obedient fur (while sometimes I just give up on brushing mine because it sticks up everywhere in the mornings) and a laptop under his arm that he probably has four different operating system on, three of which are Linux.

I imagined Marcus's brother as, like, a totally normal-ass dude. He probably reads the newspaper for more than just the comics every morning, probably calls his parents on the weekends, probably goes to church on Christmas. God, I hoped he wasn't dreadfully boring... though, really, I'd never met a boring meerkat. Sure, I'd only ever met the one, but that didn't matter.

After arriving, I said goodbye to my roommate, grabbed my stuff, stepped out of the car, headed up to the door - you know, the usual. Knock, knock, knock; I adjusted my backpack; I scratched my chin; there were footsteps on hardwood floor from inside...

...and then this totally normal-ass meerkat dude answered the door. He stood a good bit taller than me (though Marcus himself was maybe a head taller than me) and was about as skinny, making his shirt look baggy and too large. Sand-colored fur, brown muzzle, brown eyes; he looked me over, noticed the backpack on my back, looked at my clothes, and asked:

"If you're looking for spare change, I'll buy you a meal from McDonald's."

I stared. "I'm... Marcus's friend?"

That seemed to clear things up. The meerkat's face lit up, and he stepped to the side to let me in. "Oh! Alright. That was my second thought." He extended a paw. "You are..."

"Lukas."

"Ah, yeah, that's what he said. Good to meet you, Lukas, I'm Michael."

Michael. What a normal-ass name.

"We were just about to eat dinner - I made soup in Marcus's pressure cooker. I hope you like split pea... he'll be glad to see you."

After he led me inside, I was hit with a familiar, comfortable scent - a mixture of what I was used to: there was the general scent of the house, which itself was similar to Marcus's (which I'd gotten a pretty good whiff of last time he pinned me to a wall), along with the aroma of the soup, making me realize only now how hungry I was... my mom used to make split pea soup often when I was young; it's a favorite of mine. I wondered if Marcus knew that and had requested it, but really, that seemed unlikely.

The other, slightly-less-normal meerkat looked up from pouring the second bowl of soup when his brother and I entered the room. He looked up at the sound of the footsteps and grinned, though his diverted attention caused him almost to over-fill that bowl. "Oh! Hey, you. Good to see ya, Luke. I take it you two've already met?"

"He knows my name, and little more than that," answered Michael, taking a seat.

"Damn. You're in for a bit of a treat, Lukas." I sat down, too, and looked up at Marcus as he poured my bowl - it really did smell good. They had a rectangular table, and I was the only one to take a seat along the longer side - so, I ended up with a 'kat on either side of me.

I couldn't complain, though.

The meal went fairly easily, with a little bit of talking. Michael seemed interested in me - or perhaps he was just being polite: he asked about me, my family (I have one brother and two half-brothers, I said; "I didn't know you had any brothers!" was Marcus's reply from the other end of the table), what I enjoy doing in my spare time - and there were no roommates of mine present to say 'suck dick'... it was only right for me to ask the same questions of him, too. I was only halfway through my first bowl while Michael got up to refill his when it fell to me to be the one asking questions: I learned that he was into writing and enjoyed attending classical music (and heavy metal) concerts, a man after my own heart as well as the right brain to his brother's left... God, I almost felt bad for not talking so much to Marcus at the other end of the table, so I tried to include him, too, but... well, our interests sadly don't overlap too much other than boys. He's a techie meerkat, while I'm only okay in one coding language.

It was only near the end of the meal that I thought to ask Michael more about himself, with a simple "so, you write?"; he answered "Yeah, I generally do romance stuff - not, like, those trashy 'bodice-rippers', as my mother calls them" - "no way!" I said, "my mother calls them that too!" - "where you've got a stock image of some ripped guy neck-down behind a bad pun of title - no, what I do is classier stuff..." Probably not short stories about being fucked in a Wal-Mart bathroom or drinking a roommate's piss, I thought, but avoided saying.

I couldn't really tell, but this guy sorta pinged my gaydar. I mean, sure, look at me, you'd have your suspicions; look at Marcus, not really, but he's easily as much of a freak as me, and perhaps more; but as for Michael... well, his brother did say I'm in for a treat, whatever that meant. What really tipped me off was something that happened when we were cleaning up - I was standing in the threshold of the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen, and Michael came up and just squeezed past me, brushing both legs against mine as well as giving me this... smile, this half-smug, half-amused, half-teasing grin. He smelled like his brother, if his brother had just been cooking with black pepper and cinnamon and had gotten some into his fur... meerkats stink (but then again, so do foxes, yet I don't complain about those), but I'd grown accustomed to the scent, and... maybe I've even started to enjoy it.

It was fairly early in the evening - or late in the afternoon, depending on how you look at it: five, six PM - so the sky outside still retained most of its color and brightness from earlier in the day. I'll be honest, I already felt somewhat attracted to Michael, but watching a horror movie to force him to cling to me, or me to him, was out of the question because of the time. On my way back to the dining room - I think Marcus knew what thoughts lingered in my mind, because he watched me with raised eyebrows whenever I looked over at his brother - Michael said behind me "So what should we do now? I wanna watch a scary movie, but it's too light outside...", which I felt sent a visible shock through my body. First I think the guy's into other guys like the rest of us here, but now he had me thinking he could read minds, too... maybe that's why he gave me that look in the threshold. Maybe he knew that I was thinking of slurping up more than just soup during the meal.

We all sat down and discussed it for a while. The older (I think) of the two 'kats suggested "We could play Truth or Dare" which earned the response "Truth or Dare? What am I, Michael, a sixteen year old girl?" from me and an "I once played Truth or Dare with some friends from school" story from Marcus, recounting the event that led him to learn that he enjoyed having a hard cock under his tail. Were I to be the one telling such a story to my brother, I'd likely get a playful "gross! homos!"; however, Michael just laughed and said "I remember that night! You were sore the next morning, and Mom asked why, and you looked offended that anyone would ask that!"... and then Marcus said we could sit around and play video games, a suggestion I was fully behind, but Michael revealed that he'd accidentally left his 3DS at home, and after learning what games he plays on it, I made fun of him for his Pokemon team - "Wait, Dragonite? Is it fuckin' 1997?" - so he made fun of me for not even having a 3DS... then Michael said we can all sit around and read instead, which made the other two of us laugh...

Well, anyway, by the time we'd decided on something it was already dark, and none of us were in the mood to watch a movie anymore. It wasn't too late, but was late enough to ward off any want to go anywhere or really do anything - so, instead, Michael dragged me into the living room (he actually did; I could feel the warmth of his paw on my wrist for a good half-minute after), saying "hey, you have to see this show - I think you'd love it", while Marcus went off to work on something or other on one of his computers. I think he and his brother were plotting something, too, because I swear the two of them shared a sneaky glance before Michael brought me in to the other room.

The show wasn't very good - something of which I think this meerkat was very aware. He kept on looking over at me until I finally had to ask "What? Is there something on my face?"; "No," he replied, and shrugged. "You wanna do something else?"

I shrugged. Since meeting him I'd had other things on my mind. "Yeah, sure."

"Well..." He, too, shrugged, and shifted how he was sitting. One of his paws rested in his lap, and he turned down the TV with the other. "I like you, Lukas. I guess you wanna get to know me a little better?"

That... wow, just the way he'd said that. I swallowed. "Oh... um, I guess so."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Well, I..."

"Yeah, whatever. Marcus is - busy with something, I'm sure, he won't be back out for a while... wanna play?"

"Play?" My eyes couldn't help but wander to his other paw, which was also wandering: it moved closer to the center of his pants, it silently undid the button, it took hold of the zipper but did not do anything more... "What do you mean, play?"

"Y'know what I mean. He told me about you; you're a smart otter." A gentle zzzip... and from here, I could tell that he wore no underwear. I wondered suddenly if he had the same similarity in scent to his brother all over - and then realized, just as suddenly, that I was about to find out. "I'm sorry to be so sudden about it-"

"No," I interrupted, eyes fixed on that location. With that paw, he tugged his pants open further. God, if only I were the one to open those pants - I'd have my muzzle open right above, so the first hint of warmth and scent would waft up to me, and I could bask in it... "...don't worry about it..."

"-but I hate that sort of pointless dancing around the subject when we both know what we want - you are interested, right? I'd hate to do all this and find out I'm overstepping my bounds..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm interested..." Even without him asking, I moved over a little and started to lean down. His arm came up along my back, claws running up along the outside of my shirt but still causing a little shiver to reverberate out from wherever he touched.

"And besides..." His paw came to a rest at the back of my neck, where he pushed me down further into his lap. I settled my nose into the space between his sheath and warm sack beneath, and just slowly breathed in... "I'm only here for a few days - it'd be quite unfortunate for us to get each other all worked up, and then for me to leave right when you decide to do something..."

By now, I couldn't offer much in the way of an answer other than a light "Mmh..." which was really just an exhalation of breath, a gentle sigh given voice simply to allow me the ability to breathe in more of his scent. Musky, warm, soft yet still sharp, very much male - and, yes, similar to his brother's but, still different. I couldn't tell which I liked more, so maybe I'd just have to try both at once to decide.

And then, my heart skipped a beat when he'd hardened up enough to urge his cock free of his sheath to see an uncut length, foreskin at the end just perfect for slipping a tongue into. I mean, sure, his brother's uncut, so it only makes sense that he is too, but... well, if you follow me, you should know that I really like foreskin. Michael's paw moved from my neck to this one spot behind my ear that makes me shiver with pleasure, and I moved my nose from the front of his sheath to the end of his length, soon to be followed by a light tongue, first along the underside and then wiggled into the skin,,, above me, he breathed out a soft moan, and tugged me more firmly against him, Of course, me being the polite sort of otter I am, I obliged what he very obviously wanted: a shiver coursed through him from the swirling of my tongue, some done within his foreskin and some just against his head with that rolled back, and then he let out another, deeper moan as I went down on him.

Had you told me that within, like, two hours that I'd be blowing someone I'd just met, well... actually, I might believe you. I'm not a slut or anything - it just seems like it's getting to be a common occurrence, or at least more common than when I was in high school or something. Besides, Michael's different: a few weeks ago I went to this park where guys go to hook up, and I sucked off a wolf there I'd never seen before, and enjoyed it because he had a nice cock. No more than that, though. Here, now, with this meerkat on my tongue and - yeah - against the back of my throat, I'm enjoying it because... well, because he also has a damn nice cock, and because I actually know the guy somewhat - he's captured my attention. At dinner just earlier, I was talking with this guy about how Hamlet must seem like the bad guy to pretty much everyone else in the Shakespeare play... and now here I am, head in his lap, one paw squeezing the base of his sheath while my muzzle bobs up and down on his shaft.

It was a bit like the first time I sucked off my fruit bat friend: unexpected, sure, but no less passionate, no less hot. Hell, the 'unexpected' part of that ordeal injected some nervousness into it that made the passion a bit more fervent, a bit more... shaky. Here, I'm just nervous of Marcus walking in and seeing his brother balls-deep in my throat - what would he think? 'You like me only for my brother'?

...No, that's stupid. Through half-lidded eyes I cast a glance up to Michael: mouth slightly ajar, face... somewhere between tensed and relaxed, his own eyes shut. Every now and then he'd flick his tongue out and lick his lips, or swallow, or let out another gentle sigh of breath... somewhere along the line he had let his paw fall back down, first along my back and then to the cushion of the couch beneath me, allowing me to move on him in my own rhythm. How rude of him! Pushing my head down into his lap without even offering a paw to at least half-return the favor-

Then, suddenly, from the other side of the room, Marcus's voice: "Oh, good to see you two are getting along..."

Startled, I jerked upward, wiped my mouth, blushed hotly, awkwardly shifted my position... I couldn't explain why I was embarrassed. I guess getting caught with a cock between your lips is never really something you get used to. However, beside me, Michael just moved a paw to his shaft where my mouth had been previously - right in front of his brother! I'd say that that was something I'd never do in front of my brother, but... well...

"I thought you were working," was Michael's only reply. I looked between the two meerkats, saw how they maintained eye contact while he stroked himself, and figured... hey, maybe that's how things are done in this family. I leaned back over to resume what my panic had interrupted; meanwhile, the meerkat on whom I focused continued speaking. "Got bored?"

"I came out to get a snack, but... well, I guess I can get a bit more than that."

I opened an eye and looked in Marcus's direction to see him coming closer, one paw at the front of his pants undoing his fly. "Here..." murmured Michael, with a light push to my shoulder; I moved back a little, again swirling my tongue around his head. "Get up. On your knees..."

Damn, I was reminded of the usual night with my roommates. Thankfully the floor in this room was carpeted rather than cold hardwood, like in the entry room - I slid down to the floor and moved forward a little to make space for both of the meerkats in front of me, one fully hard and the other maybe halfway there.

"Give my brother a hand," said Michael, again with a push to my shoulder, "or, rather, a mouth." Then, to Marcus as I turned to him and nuzzled up into his sack: "Y'know, he's pretty good with his tongue..."

"Oh, yeah, I know." Marcus lowered his paw to my head and grinded against my muzzle, mixing his scent with the one that already lingered there. A shiver went through me once more, and I slid a paw down to open my own pants. "It's about time I collected on what he owes me... three or four times, I've sucked him off while he's playing one of his games..."

"And you kiss your mother with that mouth!..." was Michael's response along with some other halfhearted complaints, but I wasn't really listening; instead, I was focused on swirling my tongue around inside the younger meerkat's sheath to urge out his cock with one paw rubbing at his sack while the other stroked his brother's length. Sure, I'd been in this position before, several times before, but the fact that this was two brothers seeking to relieve their needs through me - well, on me, in me, whatever - just made this time far more... enticing.

Their little conversation concluded after a little longer, the two meerkats resorted to quiet gasps and moans to communicate their feelings, with one steadily pushing in and out of my lips while the other had taken over stroking his cock and every now and then poked against my cheek. It felt a little bad to focus on only one, so of course I switched back and forth - and it was interesting to find the differences between the brothers, to find one to be very slightly thicker or have a looser foreskin, or to find that other's scent is slightly stronger or that he leaks more pre...

Taste and scent of sex and arousal all of my lips, my nose, my tongue, my muzzle. It was awesome. A squeeze to the base of my own shaft caused a fair-sized glob of pre to ooze out onto the side of my paw - so I just brought it up to my muzzle and licked it off, just as I had for everything that either of these brothers had leaked onto my tongue. Maybe I focused a little too much on Michael for a moment, because out of the corner of my eye, Marcus took a step back, watched the two of us for a moment, and then knelt down beside me-

"Up," he said, with a paw under my tail. I obeyed, shifting to all fours; above me, Michael breathed a soft chuckled before sitting back on the couch, so I turned to resume bobbing up and down on his length. I had some idea of what it was that Marcus was planning, and after I'd settled down, that idea turned out to be true: where I put my lips to the end of his cock earlier, he put his lips to my tailhole in a moist kiss, embellished with tongue (yes, like a good kiss). He'd had plenty of practice, and as such was also pretty damn good with that tongue; I soon found myself shivering a little and having to widen my legs to accommodate, as he was digging into me with his tongue, wiggling it, pressing deeper, swirling around - and then with that was a paw between my legs and around my cock, making that noises brought on by his rimming me a little deeper, a little more forceful. Michael's paw remained on the back of my head just following my movements, not trying to make me move faster than I was, not tugging me down like I'd found Arcanines enjoy doing... Marcus straightened up and lifted my tail with one paw, and then replaced his lips and tongue against my tailhole with the end of his cock. Then:

"Hold him still, Michael," he said, and gently prodded into me. Both of us had been thoroughly slickened up by tongues and lips and saliva, so he sank in about half the length of his head in one firm push. "Keep his mouth full so he's not too noisy..."

His brother grinned down at me. Still I was only half-paying attention, my eyes drifting between the shaft sliding in and out of my lips and his muzzle above me. "Oh, you don't have to tell me twice..." he replied, rubbing behind my ear. I shivered again.

God, it was - so hard to focus then, with one meerkat slowly sinking into me and leaning over me to check my expression and breathing for guidance on whether I wanted it harder or maybe not so fast, and with another just leaning back on the couch, gently lifting his hips into my eager muzzle each time I descended. Whenever something like this happened - a cock in either end of me - I usually wished there was someone else nearby, just watching, with my nice camera to take pictures. The actual event itself happens once (well, really, however many times we choose to do it) and it's awesome, but the memories are ripe to be harvested for quite a while after, and having pictures - or, hell, videos - keep them rich for that much longer... but, oh well. This was... oh, this was perfectly fine.

I had to pull back off of Michael and press my nose into the spot between his sheath and his sack, for fear of accidentally scraping my teeth on him as his brother slid deeper into me. Had to - grit my teeth; while I'd taken thicker before, up to two at any given time, there still came the familiar discomfort with being pushed into for the first time in a day. However, a tongue on the tailhole made the entry far easier, and I quickly became comfortable with it and pressed back against Marcus-

"Ooh," he breathed, and moved a paw to my hip. Because he leaned forward a little, I could feel his warm sack against mine. "Eager little otter."

"Tell me about it." Michael grinded against my muzzle, and used a paw to rub the underside of his shaft on my nose. "Look at him - shoveling his nose up against me... c'mon, Lukas."

I looked up at him past his cock, while behind me, Marcus started to slide out of me, only to push back in once he had retreated a short distance. Michael got a nice long lick from base to tip, and then a second one... and as a reward for that, I got another little droplet of pre on the end of my tongue, as well as another light chuckle from the meerkat. He looked behind me at his brother.

"You're taking your sweet time."

"Yeah, well..." Marcus thrust deep into me again, causing me to lurch forward against Michael. The younger meerkat slowly churned his hips in and out of me between longer, deeper thrusts, and I kept the older one's cock against my lips, foreskin bunched up, perfect for a prodding tongue... "Tight, you know..."

"I-" Michael swallowed, breathed out a sigh, rubbed my ear again. "-have a hard time believing that for some reason, but th..."

He trailed off when I again descended on him, keeping him cupped in my tongue. All of that brotherly banter - I knew how it went. Marcus took what he said to heart and began to push in and out of me with more speed and force, not quite enough to send a bright, crippling shock of pleasure through my body each time but certainly enough to cause me to clench around him and let out a gentle moan. I've mentioned before how I usually don't pre unless there's a cock under my tail, and - well - this time was no exception. Marcus picked up speed quickly, apparently lost in the pleasure and situation - I know that, anytime else, he'd watch me and ask me if I was comfortable, but... well, y'know, performance anxiety.

I didn't mind.

It got to the point where he leaned so heavily over me, one arm across my back, that I could tell I was bent in a wide U shape, one cock sliding in and out of my muzzle and another sliding in and out of my rump. I mean, goddamn, if my brother were here as well... I'd taken both of my roommates at the same time; I bet I could handle Marcus and Michael at once, too. Either under the tail or in the muzzle, I don't care - but, God, the thought of these two meerkats, these two cocks, rubbing against one another...

Every time Marcus thrust into me I pressed right back against him, in the way that just sorta happens when I get into it. He leaned over me, pressed an arm down onto me and gripped my fur with the other paw, and then at one point put his muzzle to my neck - he's a meerkat and he's small, but I'm an otter, so I'm also pretty small - and set his teeth into the fur there... which put his nose just a few inches further from his brother than me.

What with this one meerkat pumping in and out of me with his paw on my shaft, and the other deep in my throat, I could feel my orgasm start to approach - so I reached down to stop Marcus pawing me off, came up off of Michael and instead just nuzzled up under his sack again, and clenched tight on the younger meerkat-

who then picked up where I'd left off with sucking his brother's cock. Interesting. I couldn't exactly get a good look, what with a pair of warm balls on the end of my muzzle, but it was quite obvious from his movements as well as the noises... and, well, that's pretty hot, you know. I'm pretty sure I've read a story like this before or seen a video or something, where there's one guy squeezes between two brothers, subject to their wants and... and, well, and their hips...

After a short while longer, Marcus's breathing picks up; and then a little bit past that, he thrusts into me a few rather rough times, also comes back off of Michael's length, and just breathes for a moment, and then slips out of me - which causes me to gasp and shudder a little. "There," he panted, and lifted himself up. I looked back at him. "Your turn, Michael."

Oh God. I wouldn't be able to take much more, even without a paw on my cock - and, being all slickened up now... well, that made the experience feel very different. I have a fox who's very capable of finishing twice in one go, and sometimes, even after the second one, he'll hold me down on him - while I'm still drooling the last of my load out over his chest - and say something like 'no, you're gonna stay here until I cum again - and since it's my third, it'll be a while... either I cum first or you do', and then there's a whole hour lost to writhing, moaning, panting. With this other meerkat, I don't know - I didn't know if he'd just thrust into me and fuck me fast and hard until he, too, emptied himself deep into me, or if he'd take his time and enjoy the sensation... I mean, either would be fine, I'm sure.

The two switched positions, with Marcus taking the place on the couch a little bit away from me so he could watch and Michael coming over behind me. He lifted my tail, breathed a little chuckle, and then placed the end of his cock against me and slid in. "Wow..." he breathed, "you... seem to have had a heavier load than usual, Marcus..."

"I've been looking forward to this, what can I say? Now, if only I'd thought to get my camera first..."

I still wasn't fully sure of Michael's orientation (though he seemed to enjoy quite well having a guy's muzzle on his cock), but - damn, did he know how to pound an otter. He started slowly, getting me used to his different size, his slightly different shape, the similar-but-different way he moved his hips, and then dropped both paws to my hips and resumed thrusting in and out at the speed Marcus had before he came. It was going to take neither of us very long - obvious in me because I could feel it, and obvious in him from his noises and the energy with which he fucked me. As I moved a paw down to stroke myself (wow, that's a lot of pre), I found my thoughts again wandering to a fantasy of if I could have both brothers under my tail at the same time, or to be kneeling down in front of the both of them... but, hey, after all of this, I'd have plenty to go off of on those nights where I couldn't sit back on a cock to get off.

I think I mentioned that I have a thing for being watched. Well - with Marcus sitting right there a few feet away, eyes drifting between my face and his brother fucking my rump... it didn't take long at all for me to clench tightly around the other meerkat, suck in a breath, and then let it out in a few breathy moans accompanied by some number of spurts of cum out over my paw and the carpet, and, with how I tend to shoot, the front of the couch as well. I heard a light "ooh" from Marcus but wasn't really paying attention - because right as that happened, his brother slammed into me, too, mimicking what the younger meerkat had done when he shot into me, and then leaned back and let the panting go through his whole body.

Just - God... I tried to straighten up, but ended up falling over onto my side, shivering from the residual feeling of the orgasm. Before I'd had a good chance to catch my breath, though, Marcus nudged me with his foot-

"Hey, Luke, get up. I have to pee."

I struggled to look up at him. "And you need my help for that?" was all I could manage to get out.

In response, he just grinned at me and stood. Good lord.