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Part Four

By Green[/center]

Aside from Nigel's dream, the Ellisons took to this newest version of the rule very well, and for about a week, they kept things comfortably at that level. The twins would show off their bodies and tease each other until they got turned on, at which point they would slowly pleasure themselves for each other, each trying to make it last as long as possible before succumbing to the pleasure. Whichever otter got there first - sometimes it was Nigel, sometimes it was James - would then retreat to his bedroom or the bathroom, where he could finish himself off in 'privacy', which in this case meant knowing that his brother was listening intently at the door, reaching his own orgasm to the sound of his twin's ecstatic cries. At the end of that week, mostly for the sake of some variety to their routine - which, as far as the outside world was concerned, did [i]not [/i]include sexy teasing or mutual masturbation, climax or no climax - the twins had some friends over to celebrate the joyous occasion that is Saturday. The afternoon involved a lot of swimming, as most of the people in the twins' circles of friends had been gathered from their time spent on school-based or amateur swim teams, so most of their pals enjoyed a good frolic in the water almost as much as the otters did. The night found the group scattered about the cabin's main room in small groups, enjoying beers and light conversation. Nigel stood on the side balcony, which overlooked the woods, accompanied by a tall, muscular crocodile and a short, somewhat chubby beaver, both of whom were much faster than they looked once they got in the water. At the moment, the mammals were helping the reptile ease an emotional wound.

"We just wanted different things," she said, in her low, powerful voice, as she idly picked at the label on her beer, "Man, I should have known better, I could tell all along that he wasn't a 'commitment' kinda guy, but he was so charming, and he made me so happy..." The beaver gently patted her on the shoulder (even though he had to be standing on a deck chair in order to reach that high) and smiled sympathetically.

"Awww, Chelsea, don't beat yourself up, it'll be okay" he said, in a somewhat effeminate tone, "Girl like you is [i]definitely[/i] gonna find the man of her dreams, you just listen to your fairy godmomma." Chelsea giggled, a rather odd sound coming from someone of her stature, but then, Julian had that effect on people. For his part, Nigel grinned and raised his bottle.

"Oh, I agree," he said, pleasantly, "If I knew a [i]guy[/i] who could swim the hundred-meter as fast as you, he wouldn't be able to get [i]rid [/i]of me. Actually, now that I mention it, I don't suppose you have any brothers?" Chelsea laughed again and turned to the beaver.

"Julian, sweetie, would you do me a favour and punch Nigel in the shoulder? You know, the playful 'oh, you' kind?" she asked, grinning, "The last time [I]I[/I] did that to someone, it, uh, it left a bruise." Julian took a drink of his own beer, a light, cherry-flavoured drink he'd brought himself, and beamed at her.

"It would be my pleasure," he replied. Then he turned politely to Nigel and bopped him in the shoulder, and though his limp-wristed swing barely stung for a second, Nigel still stepped back with a gasp, whimpering exaggeratedly and rubbing his arm as if the blow had staggered him, to his friends' delight.

As the other two chuckled, Nigel turned to the fuzzy rodent and smirked.

"Hey, enough about Chelsea's woes," he said, tactfully, "How about you? I heard you and that pit bull have been getting pretty serious." Julian snorted in amusement, raising an eyebrow as he regarded the otter.

"What, [i]Arnold?[/i]" he asked, incredulously, "Don't get me wrong, he's got a wonderful body - I could [i]eat [/i]off of those abs - but he's not exactly dating material for me. You never heard me say this, but the poor dear's a little slow, and all he ever talks about is working out and football. I once made a [i]Terminator[/i] joke, you know, because he's into bodybuilding and his name is Arnold? But he just stared at me. Honestly! Who in the world doesn't know Schwarzenegger?" Nigel had been going to take a drink, but paused during the beaver's little speech, confused.

"Wait, Julian, ah, not to pry or anything, but the last time I saw you, you said the two of you were, uhh..." He struggled for a delicate term he could use in front of mixed company, but the rodent beat him to the punch.

"What, the handjob thing?" he said, as casually as it was bluntly. Julian looked up to Chelsea and helpfully explained, "Arnold and I have been getting together and jerking each other off, y'see, because he likes the chubby guys as much as I like the beefy ones." As the lone female snickered, the beaver glanced back up at Nigel with a curious look in his eyes.

"But really, Nigel, that's it, we just get together and have a good wank for stress relief, it's not like I'd let the guy [i]fuck [/i]me."

Julian reached over and gently patted the otter on the back of the hand.

"There's a [i]world [/i]of difference between giving each other a handy once in a while and taking a guy to bed, honey," he said, gently, "Going all the way is emotional and dangerous and stuff, I'd never have sex with a guy I wasn't in love with. Back me up on this one, sweetie-scales." Chelsea grinned thinly, showing off several dangerous-looking teeth in the process.

"He's right, Nige, basically everybody who's into casual stuff has a line they won't cross, 'cept for love," she said, nodding, "Used to know this girl who'd fuck any guy who caught her eye, if they were willing, but always refused to kiss them, acted like she was saving [i]that [/i]for marriage, or something. I wonder whatever happened to her..." As Chelsea and Julian started chatting about old times, Julian's tail lightly slapping against his legs as he enjoyed a good gossip session, Nigel turned to the railing and sighed quietly, his thoughts elsewhere. Specifically, he was suddenly wondering if James saw their mutual masturbation sessions as purely casual, wondered if his brother would be horrified if he knew exactly how powerful Nigel's feelings for him really were...

Across the house, another group of friends had gathered around the TV to watch two people playing [i]Mortal Kombat[/i]. James stood between Devon, a sloth who happened to be one of his oldest non-Nigel friends, and Thomas, a human who'd earned the position of captain of their swim team by being able to beat the others in a race despite being the only person on the team who didn't have a tail to help him out. Devon had arrived with June, a groundhog whose quiet exterior apparently belied a murderous skill at the fighting game. As she defeated her opponent and won the first round of this particular match, she giggled with delight, and Devon patted her on the shoulder.

"Way to go, babe," he said, proudly, "you knock his block off!" After taking a sip from his drink, Thomas shrugged.

"Actually, it's that other guy who does that," he commented, "[i]this[/i] guy tears your heart out." Devon turned to the human and regarded him with a blank, somewhat confused stare.

"Whuh?" he asked, as James tried not to laugh. Devon was unusually spacey, even for a member of his species, so it was difficult to tell from his demeanour whether he'd gotten stoned before showing up, as he was known to do from time to time, or if he was just 'being slothy'. Tom, who'd also known Devon for a while, couldn't help but grin.

"You know what, never mind, just keep cheering your girlfriend on," he said, "You two are cute together, by the way." Devon put on a big, dopey smile and nodded.

"Oh hey, thanks," he said, "She's wonderful once you get to know her, get her out of her shell..." June's opponent, a turtle who had arrived with Chelsea, pointedly glanced back at the sloth before returning his attention to the game.

"You'd best not be making [i]shell [/i]jokes right behind my back," he said, his smile undermining his threatening tone. Still, wanting to avoid any kind of confrontation, James turned to the human and asked the first question that popped into his head.

"Hey, Tom, speaking of girlfriends, you seeing anyone?" the otter asked, "I haven't seen you since right after you broke up with what's-his-name, the lifeguard."

Thomas, who had come out as bisexual after high school, nodded as he took another swig and then regarded the otter thoughtfully.

"Benjamin? Yeah, that [i]was [/i]a while ago," he said, looking off into nothing as he went through his memories, "Actually, I [i]was[/i] seeing this one girl, Aisha, she's a fennec fox, you'd like her, and that was starting to get serious, but, ehhh... we had to break up. Real bummer." James had assumed Devon had been oblivious to the story, as he was retrieving another beer from a cooler behind them, but the sloth surprised him with a relevant question even as he turned around, effortlessly wrenching off the bottlecap with a twist of his long, curving claws.

"What do you mean, [i]had [/i]to break up?" the group's official bottle opener asked politely, "Did she move or something?" Thomas shrugged and sighed, shaking his head.

"It was a bit more complicated than that. I'm Jewish, and she's a Muslim. I mean, don't get me wrong, I liked the girl and she liked me. But there was just so much [i]baggage[/i] that came with the relationship. Her family didn't approve of me, mine didn't approve of her... Well, my Uncle Ted didn't care she was a Muslim, [i]he [/i]didn't like her because she was morphic, the specist ass... We actually tried to keep it on the down-low for a while, build up to the reveal, but..." He made a face, as if the memory was as bitter as the taste of a lemon.

"...Try to keep secrets and it always comes out in the end," he said, after a few moments, "It was just a mess." Devon reached over and put a three-fingered hand on his friend's shoulder, frowning.

"That really sucks, dude," he said, sympathetically, "I'm really sorry to hear that." Thomas grinned ever-so-slightly at that and nodded. An unfortunate cry from the screen drew their attention to the fact that despite her best efforts, June had been defeated in round two. Tom's smile widened, clearly glad for a change of topic, and he raised his drink to the groundhog's opponent.

"Hey, nice moves there, dude," he said, "Master Splinter will be proud." There was much chuckling and a light-hearted comeback from the turtle, but their host wasn't listening.

James was looking over to the balcony, where Julian was now dancing on his chair to some unheard music and Chelsea was egging him on. But Jim's attention was focused on his brother, who stood there, leaning against the railing and smirking slightly as he watched the beaver do his thing. Nigel seemed so calm, so confident, surely his feelings were nothing at all like the whirlwind of emotions tearing through Jim's mind. [i]Try to keep secrets, and it always comes out in the end[/i]. James gazed down at his beer and sighed through his nostrils, a quiet sound that was handily hidden by the grunts, slaps, and cries coming from the TV as the two digital warriors beat the living crap out of each other. Even if... even if his feelings were returned, even [i]if [/i]Nigel loved James as much as James loved him - and that was a pretty [i]big[/i] if - how could they ever be together? They'd have to lie to their family, their friends... Shaking his head sadly, Jim took a deep breath, not wanting anyone to ask why he suddenly seemed down, and took a deep swig of his drink, finishing off the bottle. He followed it up with a forced smile he hoped would become more comfortable as the night continued.

As it happened, their little get-together went pretty well, plenty of silly pictures were taken to commemorate the night on the lake, plenty of beer was imbibed, nobody got sick, and aside from Julian rather transparently trying to set up Chelsea with Thomas, no particularly awkward social situations came up. At one point, Thomas tried to get all his old teammates to go for a midnight swim, but June surprised everyone there by earning a pretty big laugh, reminding him that swimming drunk at night was 'what got the naked girl from [i]Jaws [/i]eaten alive'. All in all, it was a pretty good night. After the last of the guests had left, safely taking taxis or Ubers back to their homes, the Ellison twins spent a while getting the place tided up and comparing notes, such as the juicy gossip that Chelsea's cousin, an intern at a bio-medical lab, had a huge crush on a handsome creamsicle cat on the staff as a scientist, who had politely turned down her offer to get coffee together, or a new development in the animosity between Thomas and an aunt who'd never quite forgiven him for dating men, or the observation by Nigel that Devon and June had snuck out to get a little privacy amongst the trees behind the cabin, which nicely complemented James wondering why the two of them had had such unusually large smiles ('even for Devon') as they stood on the balcony together towards the end of the night. Once the Ellisons were satisfied that the place was looking decent again, the twins congratulated each other on a successful party; spending time together, just the two of them, helped the otters to feel much better, despite the earlier worries that had come up while they were separated. With all that done, the two of them headed to bed to sleep the evening off.