Wolfe dries himself off as Westin runs ahead. It’s a warm summer evening and the two orange kitties are making their way back to the summer house their extended family shares, laughing and teasing each other the whole way there. This is the 18th summer they’ve gotten to spend a week together here and the kitties are having the same fun they’ve always had together. They walk past fields of tall grass and over stones worn smooth by the lake. Wolfe rubs his back with a towel as they step inside. Westin throws himself onto the couch.
“Dude, you’re still wet.”
“Okay, dad.”
“West, get off the damn couch.”
Westin spreads his legs wide, his little black Speedo revealing practically everything as he sticks his tongue out at his brother. “Oooh, I’m getting your precious couch wet.”
“Dude! Get the fuck up. Dad’s gonna be fucking pissed.”
Wolfe grabs his brother by the paw and pulls him off. They both stare at the resulting wet stain on the couch, including the imprint of Westin’s balls on the fabric, and laugh.
“Oh yeah,” Westin says. “They’re not gonna like that.”
“You are literally dripping wet onto the carpet.”
“Yeah?”
“He basically told us to not touch anything now that Grandpa’s getting on his case about it. He told us to treat this place like a museum.”
“Okay, I’m sure the rest of the family can handle a little ball action on the couch.”
“When dad yells at you, he yells at me too. I’m sick of him yelling at me.”
“It’s a couch in a summer house! It’ll get wet!” Westin walks over to the main table and starts dripping on it. “Oh no!”
“Dude, that’s going to warp!”
“Oh no, I’m getting it so wet!”
“You are such an asshole.”
Westin starts walking around dripping water over everything. The table with the butterfly pin boards, the old radio, the desk that’s just filled to the brim with extended family memories.
“Fucking stop!”
Wolfe lunges towards his brother, towel in hand, and topples him to the ground. The other cat now laying on his back with Wolfe sitting just above his lap, Wolfe starts forcibly rubbing the towel against his brother’s chest.
“Wooolfe,” Westin groans back, trying to swat his brother off of him.
“No, asshole. I’m drying you off.”
“Wolfe, get off of me.”
“Nuh uh.” Wolfe moves forward to press his brother’s face into the carpet with the towel. His bulge presses against Westin’s as he positions himself right on top of him. “Stop dripping water everywhere.”
“Bro, you’re literally smothering me.”
Wolfe moves his other paw forward so he can press both of them into the towel. He is fully sitting on his brother’s lap now.
Westin’s tail swings back and forth as he tries to push his brother off of him, but the sensation of their bulges pressed together and the weight on his body starts getting him a little hard. He realizes the only way to get his brother off of him without revealing the boner is to give up, which he normally would never do. “Okay! Okay okay okay. I’ll dry off.”
Wolfe pulls the towel away and sits up, their bulges still pressed together. He grins a self-satisfied smile.
“Get off!”
“Why?” Wolfe pushes himself right back down onto his brother, their chests and tummies pressing together as their fur merges into one. He holds himself just an inch over his brother’s face and grins at him. “Take that, idiot.”
And then in quick succession, he sees the fear in his brother’s eyes and he feels his brother’s erection pressed against his dick. The sensation immediately makes his dick pulse.
Wolfe scrambles off of his brother’s lap and falls backwards. The two kitties, surprised, stare at each other, both hard in their black Speedos.
Neither of them know what to say. They both just look at the other one, trying to conjure up the words to describe or to deny what just happened. They’ve roughhoused hundreds of times before but clearly neither of them have experienced such electricity afterwards.
Westin breaks first. “Okay, were you getting off on that or what?”
The tension breaks like water rushing from a broken dam. The two start firing retorts back and forth at each other.
“Dude. Shut the fuck up.”
“I’m just saying. You push me into the ground and then you get a stiffie.”
“You’re hard too. You got hard first!”
“Are you keeping track of when I get hard?”
“Okay, you’re the one making this about that. I’m just trying to dry you off.”
“Dry me off and then rub your dick against me.”
“Shut up!”
“You liked rubbing your dick against me!”
“Oh my god, shut up or I’m gonna pummel you.”
“What, so you can cum in your little Speedo?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“What’s Dad gonna think when he walks in on you making out with your brother and the carpet is soaking wet?”
Once again, Wolfe lunges forward and forces his brother into the ground. Their bulges are pressed against each other and both kitties are still hard. Wolfe holds his head half an inch above his brother’s face, holding himself up with an elbow in the carpet.
“Go ahead and fucking kiss me,” Westin leers.
And Wolfe does.
Wolfe pulls back, surprised. Both of their eyes are wide as they look at the other, trying to figure out what just happened.
“Um…” Wolfe says. “Um… you should probably… go dry off.”
“Wolfe…”
“Westin, I…”
And then Westin puts his paw on the back of Wolfe’s head and brings him in for another kiss.
The two brothers lap at each other with their little kitty tongues. They’re both aware of the fact that this should not be happening. Both of them are trying to pull themselves off the other. But the allure of the other cat’s soft tongue, his pawpads pressed against the other’s face, the warm summer air and the sound of crickets outside, it’s keeping the two kitties pressed right together.
They make out for longer than either would like to admit. It is electric, their tails twirled together as the kitties kiss each other. Wolfe has to pull away to take a breath. When he goes back in, his lips find Westin’s cheek, then he starts kissing downwards until he’s at his brother’s chin. The two cats purr loudly as Wolfe moves down his brother’s body. Each little lick makes Westin shiver a little more until Wolfe is kissing his tummy with his chin resting on his bulge. Both of the cats are just about bursting out of their Speedos.
“Can I take you out?” Wolfe whimpers.
“Hey, only if you take yourself out.”
“Okay, okay.”
Wolfe scoots off of Westin and sits up. Westin shimmies his still-wet Speedo off and slaps it against his brother’s chest. Wolfe laughs and takes himself out too. The two kitties, sitting on the ground with their legs spread, hold their cocks in their paws.
“Same size,” Westin remarks.
“I think I might be a bit bigger.”
“You wanna compare?”
Wolfe smiles and scoots forward. Westin grabs both of their cocks in his paw and presses them together. Neither cat is bigger than five inches.
“Okaaay,” Wolfe says. “Maybe we’re the same size.”
Westin gives their cocks a good squeeze. Both kitties let out a loud purr at the unexpected pleasure, then giggle together.
“You wanna…?” Wolfe purrs.
“Yeah,” Westin smiles back. “C’mere.”
Wolfe puts his muzzle against Westin’s for another kiss as Westin starts slowly stroking the both of them. Neither kitty would admit it, but after that kissing they’re both about ready to burst. Westin has to take it slow so he isn’t cumming all over his brother’s cock. They interlock their tails and make out.
The world pauses as the two brothers enjoy each other. There’s no Dad to worry about, there’s no wet couch, there’s not the sun finally setting behind the distant hills as dusk turns to night.
Westin has to go slower and slower as the twins get closer which he can feel in his own paw. Wolfe chirps with every little flick of the wrist. Finally, finally, Westin can’t take it anymore and he goes back up to his usual speed.
“Bro,” Wolfe whines into his brother’s mouth. He tries to warn him about how close he is but the pleasure is too insurmountable. He ends up just whimpering as he lets out a warm loud all over his brother’s paw. The sensation is just enough to bring Westin over the edge himself. He finishes himself off, letting rope after rope drip down his paw and onto the carpet below.
The brothers continue kissing for a little bit as their erections go down, as their tails slowly drop to the floor. Finally, Westin pulls his paw away and the two cats’ cocks drop, cum dripping everywhere. They pull away from each other and laugh.
“Dude…” Wolfe says, the post-nut clarity finally hitting. He scrambles up. “Westin.”
“Wolfe.”
“What the hell is Dad gonna say about all this cum on the floor?”
Westin guffaws. “Clean it up, bro!”
Wolfe finds Westin’s Speedo and throws it at him. “Dude.”
“Hey,” Westin mewls. “It’s dry now!”