Closer than Brothers
Some people say you have to work hard to make it in this world--that work is virtue, and poverty is a sign of laziness.
On the other hand, one of my economics texts pointed out that the higher-status and the higher-paying jobs tend to be less manual labor and more "conspicuous leisure"--not the hard work, but being above the hard work, delegating everything down level by level. A lovely spectrum ranging from 'lose your job if you're six minutes late' all the way up to 'taking the afternoon off to go golfing'.
Can you guess where I am on that scale? Yep: ten cents above minimum wage, on my feet all day, and ready to mouth off to the next person who makes assumptions. Yes sir, as soon as I get done paying for the first round of college maybe I'll give it another go. Would you like coffee with that?
I'm not usually bitter; I've just had a bad day. But it's done now, so I can go home and relax.
Three flights of stairs. Dirty hallway. Tiny apartment. Flop on bed. TV. Nap.
I wake up when the roommates come home, tramping about with a noise like a stampede of rhinos, though it would only be one rhino and another rabbit--my brother.
John knocked at my doorframe and peeked in. "Hey, Tom--me and Javin were going to see Copies of Beth in the park tonight, did you want to come?"
"Unk," I said, flailing about in the bed. "Too much bed gravity. Can't get up."
John snorted and hopped on the bed, taking my paws. "Come on. Is music. You like."
"Oh no," I went on. "Now I'm captured by a big handsome rabbit, I'll never be able to get up at all."
He leaned over me and rubbed his nose against mine. "Flatterer. You're exactly as handsome as I am."
"Flattener! You have more curves than me, sir."
"Don't remind me," he said. "Though I know you like it..." He straddled my chest, rubbing his belly in my face.
"Oooh halp! I'm being smothered with wuv!"
"I can't tell if you boys are adorable or disgusting," Javin said. The rhino was looking on from the doorway. "Come on, we'll be late."
"You go on ahead," John said. "We'll catch up."
Javin hesitated, then came up to give his mate a kiss. "Okay. But I get both of you tonight."
"Deal."
"What," I said, "I don't get a say?"
"What, you'd say no?"
"Well, no," I said. "But sometimes a guy likes a choice, yeah?"
"And sometimes a guy likes being pinned down and taken advantage of, too," John said, grinding his crotch against my chin.
Javin spanked his rabbit's rump playfully and left. "I'll save seats for you boys. Don't be too late."
"Yes, sir!"
"You're lucky the thought of us together turns him on," John said.
"The thought of us together turns me on," I said. "Why are we still in clothes, again?"
John smirked and pulled his shirt off, showing a body that was a lot more sedentary than mine ever got to be. My paws couldn't help themselves and before we could think of taking anything else off, I was stroking his belly and pulling him closer.
"What happened to--"
"Hush," I said, burying my nose in the softness of his belly. My brother's fur was soft, with a muted masculine scent. I was nibbling around the rim of his navel, paws stroking down his lower back.
"Tom..." John didn't try to move me, but he did reach under that gut of his to undo his pants, letting out a thick cock that was twin to my own, if perhaps a bit shorter thanks to his girth.
"Ooh fuck... you know I'm crazy about you, right?" I kissed the fat, thick cockhead and looked up at my brother, who was chuckling at me.
"Yes. Now let's get you out of those clothes so I can enjoy you properly."
"Fine, fine," I said, and rolled him off me. I kicked off my pants and pulled off my shirt and straddled his chest. "That's the last chance you have to get up, though." I reached past him and pulled a rope out from under my pillow, grinning.
"Yoink!", John said, grabbing the rope with one paw and me in the other, rolling me over.
"Hey!" I said, trying to roll back on top of him, but his weight gave him the advantage and I couldn't shift him.
"You can't win every round, bro. Think you need a taste of your own medicine." He'd already taken hold of my wrists and was tying them together.
"Johnyyy!"
He ignored me until he'd finished his attempt at knots, and then leaned down to kiss me. I savored the taste of his tongue for a few moments before grabbing him with my legs.
"Yoink," I said, and hooked my bound paws over his head, pulling him nose-to-nose against me. "You're bad at this."
"But I--"
I melded my paw through the rope with a bit of magic, working it free, and tapped his nose. "Also it should have been obvious that ropes can't hold me."
"Oy!" he said. "I'd be afraid of losing my hand if I tried something like that."
"Nah, you can always stick it back on. C'mon, surely you've had to try it at some point?"
"I don't do a lot of practicing potential limb loss, bro," he said. "Can't imagine why you have. "
I shrugged. "Accidents happen. And sometimes you learn something from them."
He frowned. "But..." He shook his head. "Whatever. How about I show you something I learned to do."
"Oh yeah?"
John nodded. "I've gotta... let me..."
He turned and faced my feet, sliding his rump to sit on my hips, à la reverse cowgirl.
"And here we go." He breathed in deep, so I did likewise, and he leaned back into me with a splash.
It took me a moment to realize, as the energy around us settled, what exactly John had done.
Extreme body deformations were something both of us had done often. When you can reshape others' bodies like clay... well, it's fun.
But now my brother had fused with me at every level. Not just his body, not per se--I could feel his thoughts and see through his eyes, and it was all the more strange a sensation given that it was the same brain we were thinking with, the same eyes we were looking through.
I felt full of him, like I might burst.
And while I was lying there adjusting to the change, John was already reaching down to stroke our cock.
Our touch felt strange on our length--and I looked down to see what should have been obvious, that we were considerably thicker together than we were individually.
In many ways.
I couldn't help but move our other paw down to knead over our belly as John's will stroked our shaft more firmly. All right, to be honest, it was both of us moving that paw, the slight differences in our movements causing a synergistic effect in our mind--
--it felt good, and it felt better, and our body shook as we reached climax, and our cock doused our belly in thick splashes of cream--
--and finally we were side by side on our backs, breathing hard.
"You shouldn't keep tricks like that hidden," I said.
John chuckled and straddled me again, bringing his cum-soaked belly near enough that I could smell it. "What's the fun if you know everything?"
This was obviously a rhetorical question, and I responded by burying my nose in the remains of said fun, slurping down as much of our mixed cum from the fur of his belly as I could.
My brother took the tongue bath gratefully, stroking behind my ears as his shaft stiffened again under my chin. Before I could move down to give that thickness the attention it looked like it needed, he turned around and lay on top of me, giving me a faceful of his gut as his own mouth started working over my stomach.
I gripped his sides and couldn't help but shiver at the touch of his tongue, my own dick getting hard immediately as he swallowed down my cum with a fat boy's hunger. After a bit he suckled on a couple of fingers to get them good and slick and started probing around under my tail.
"Better not be teasing me, brother..." I said, as he started to stretch my hole open.
"Always!" He blew air over my cock, making me squirm under him, and I spanked his rump hard in return.
He rolled off me and grinned, rubbing his ass. "Ooh, that hurt. Gonna have to return the favor."
My brother grabbed my legs and scrambled between them, hefting them over his shoulders, and I felt his rod sliding along my rump. He gave me that smug adorable smile of his and looked down at me.
He didn't ask me if I was ready. He knew me better than that.
He adjusted his hips, and that fat cockhead started stretching my cheeks apart. Despite his girth he never liked to use lube--if he ever ran into a tight spot, he'd just use a bit of body-shaping magic to open the way.
Of course, thanks to many years of practice my hole was already well trained to his dick, which slid into me like a hand into a glove.
Fuck, my brother made me feel good. Something about the sex... just felt like being home. The dingy apartment, the lousy job--that was just a bad dream, next to the sweet reality of the nights we stayed up making each other our bitches.
I kissed my paw and lifted it up to my muzzle, and he kissed it in return, blushing a bit as he wriggled his hips and started pistoning into me--quick, deep, powerful rabbit thrusts. I reached down and started stroking my own dick as his belly ground against my balls.
It didn't take too long before his thickness helped force another load out of me. My legs gripped his upper body and I tried to pull him down on me, but he only snorted and slid out from under my feetpaws, holding my thighs against my stomach as he pounded my hole harder.
With a soft roar he thrust in deep, and a few moments later I felt my brother's dick throbbing deep inside me, filling my guts with his seed.
He held me there, panting for a few moments, before releasing my legs and falling down on my chest, his dick only half pulled out of me. I stroked his soft shoulders as he recovered his breath.
"Fuck," he said. "I'm getting too fat for this."
"Like hell you are. We just need to get you more cardio."
He chuckled. "Yeah? How many times a day did you have in mind?"
I put my arms around him, gave him a smooch on the nose, and squeezed his shaft with my tailmuscles. "Well," I said. "If we ain't going at it like rabbits, then what's the point?"