“I do believe that went rather well.” Sashur sat upon a stool of carved wood, the plush leather cushion creaked softly when he shifted his weight. 

“Indeed,” muttered Bantur, standing before the guilt framed mirror in the twins’ room. He turned to the side, placing a hand to the small of his back. He thrust out his wide hips, making his round belly appear to jut forward. “A most spectacular show.”

Sashur leaned his elbows on the table top before him. A small, round mirror reflected his dark face. The djinn’s tail gave a flick as he picked up a golden tube and untwisted the cap to reveal a shiny bar of black lipstick. His gaze to the mirror, he slowly circled his full lips with the glossy stick. 

“You sound troubled, Bantur,” he said, placing the cap back on the lipstick. He spun around on the stool, his hands in his lap. “What ails you so?”

The twins’ room was a spacious sweet of dark wood with a forest green paper which lined the walls. Golden crystal pots glowed from the walls, casting a pale, white light about the room. Two leather armchairs squatted to one side, next to a rather elegant bookshelf, while their massive bed loomed over the other side of the room. Its headboard was like the back of a throne, while the sheets were a crisp violet. Bantur whirled from the mirror and strode across the rug which covered the wooden floor, taking a seat on the end of the bed. 

“You know damn well what troubles me,” he said. His ripe, black lips curled down into a frown. “I saw how you looked at him.”

At this, Sashur rose from the stool. “This again? I was merely showing proper service to our guest.” He came to stand before Bantur. “Come now, you mustn't feel so jealous.” His furry claws cupped Bantur’s cheeks lifting the djinn’s head so that their eyes met. 

Bantur blinked away the tears in the corners of his eyes. “I… Yes, Sashur, you’re right.” the djinn’s crestfallen gaze turned to the rug. “It’s just… It’s been so long, is all.”

Sashur’s ears pricked up. His hands flew to his mouth as his eyes grew to resemble gold plates. “Oh, how dreadful of me. Has it been that long? Oh, my dear brother, I have been neglecting you.” He placed a hand to his breast and sighed. “And it is your turn, isn't it?”

Bantur bit his lip and sniffed, nodding in reply. 

“Oh how awful,” said Sashur. “And here I was, enjoying myself when you were feeling so ignored.” He took Bantur by the shoulders, “Tonight, we shall make up for that.” He plucked the golden pin from his hair, long, wavy locks tumbled down to his tail. 

Bantur’s lips curled into a soft smile. He clasped his brother’s wrists, turning his gaze up to Sashur. Sashur stepped in, his leg sliding between Bantur’s thighs, spreading the djinn’s lap wide. His rigid cock throbbed against Bantur’s soft belly, making the other djinn tremble in expectation. Sashur’s lips met Bantur’s in a deep, longing kiss that drew the air from Bantur’s lungs. Shining black lips smacked wetly, the popping crackle filling the room over the chorus of muffled sighs as Sashur’s fingers found his brother’s ears. With long, delicate strokes, he caressed the sensitive lobes. Bantur’s back arched, tensing sharply before relaxing with a contented moan. His claws released themselves from Sashur’s wrists to glide down the smooth, dark curves of Sashur’s hips. His fingers dug hard into Sashur’s jiggling ass, kneading the soft, fleshy cheeks like fresh dough. 

“Ugh,” Sashur offered in a low, sharp exhale. 

His tongue flitted from his lips, probing the white fangs from Bantur. The other djinn opened his mouth, allowing Sashur to enter. Pleasing warmth filled his mouth as his brother’s tongue slid along the roof of his mouth, tapping the backs of his teeth as it curled around the inside of his cheek. Bantur’s tongue swirled over Sashur’s twining about like two serpents. Their jaws parting, their tongues danced in the open air, swirling endlessly to their own primal rhythm as shimmering saliva trickled down their chins. 

At last, Bantur broke away, leaning backwards so that he may offer up his slender, brown throat to Sashur. With a swish of his long tail, Sashur pounced. His lips locked to Bantur’s throat, his sharp fangs nibbling the delicate skin. Bantur’s hands slid up Sashur’s back, just beneath his armpits. The djinn gasped, as his brother descended to his collarbone. Sashur’s lips glided along the flat chest of Bantur, his rough tongue finding a puffy, dark nipple. 

“Yes,” Bantur sighed. He cupped the back of Sashur’s head. “Imagine when it is swollen with milk again.”

“You always grew so full,” his brother remarked. He planted a kiss to that firm bud. “I did such good work.”

“No one did it better,” Bantur purred. 

His chest ached, growing so hot, while his heart pounded furiously. The strength ebbed from his slender arms and the djinn felt himself tumbling backwards onto the bed. His furry legs dangled over the edge and he was quick to wrap his full thighs around Sashur’s hips. Meanwhile, Sashur’s attention turned to Bantur’s ripe belly. Licking his lips, he kissed the chocolate orb, leaving a black ring where his mouth had been. He found the deep cleft of Bantur’s navel, the silver piercing sparkling in the light. His tongue plunged down that dark well, swirling around the soft flesh until Bantur whimpered. 

“Ugh,” he groaned. “I want you to look me in the eye, Sashur.”

The other djinn turned his fiery, golden gaze up, his eyes like molten metal. Hungry, lustful, they scowled in challenge to Bantur. 

“Yes,” hissed Bantur. “Like that.”

Sashur’s tongue slid from Bantur’s navel, a thin shimmering trail of saliva still oozing from the tip of his tongue into the sloshing well of the djinn’s belly button. Heaving a deep sigh, he licked his brother’s belly, the roughness of his pink tongue making Bantur’s spine shiver as his brother glided over his round belly. 

“Oh yes.” Even to speak two words was an ordeal. His chest ached just to breathe. “Breed me.”

His cock twitched, growing hard against the smooth, warm flesh of Sashur’s body. The other djinn pushed back, taking Bantur’s fat, hard cock in his furred grasp. His thumb pressing gently into the underside of Bantur’s hard shaft, he stroked upwards, squeezing as he came to Bantur’s tip and then releasing as he slid back down to the bristling pubic fur. Bantur’s cock trembled, a shining bead of precum rising on his tip like dew on a mushroom. 

Bantur’s finger’s dug into the bedspread, his back arching against such delicious torture. His belly quaked as the hot fires of desire threatened to burn up inside him. Sashur’s fingers slid up Bantur’s quivering shaft. His black lips spread in a wicked smile, for the djinn did delight in such sensual tortures. His brother’s body came alive in his hands, a trembling plaything for him to make dance to his whims. His thumb pressed firmly into Bantur’s glans, rubbing harder and faster with each stroke into the djinn was mewling on the bed. 

“A-Ah, Sashur, p-please,” he cried, tears trickling down his cheeks. 

Sashur’s hungry gaze still burned into him as he dared to open his eyes to see his brother lowering himself. Sashur’s lips parted, the flashing of white against a jet black void as he wrapped his lips around Bantur’s cock. His nostrils flared, inhaling the rich odor of Bantur’s musk as he drove his muzzle into the thicket of tangled fur. His tongue lapped against the plump underside of Bantur’s shaft, slithering along the hot, tight flesh. Guiding Bantur’s rod to the back of his throat, his tongue slid from his lips to flick the base of his brother’s cock. The firm orbs of Bantur’s testicals called to him, their hot, churning seed bubbling with the desire to release. 

Sashur’s nimble fingers took those pulsing spheres, their fertile promise making his tail curl behind him, and squeezed gently between thumb and forefinger. His head bobbed up, leaving Bantur’s penis shiny and slick. His black lips tightened, clamping around the djinn’s quivering rod as he slid back down. Above him, Bantur’s soft, round belly rose, swelling as with a deep intake of breath. How Sashur longed to see that belly rise, so full and heavy. His rigid cock dripped with shimmering dew as he rose up Bantur’s shaft. He opened his mouth, his tongue gently swirling about the velvet tip, tickling his brother until he felt Bantur’s balls retract. 

Immediately, Sashur locked his jaws around that trembling head as Bantur’s seed gushed into his mouth. The warm, bitter tang flooded over his tongue, making his cheeks puff out. Tightening his lips, he plucked himself from Bantur and lifted his head proudly. Through bleary eyes, Bantur watched as Sashur tilted his head back and swallowed. His throat bulged as the smooth, sticky wad of Bantur’s semen travelled to his stomach. Sashur sighed, opening his sticky jaws. Loose strings of oozing seed still clung to his teeth as he licked his lips in contentment. 

Bantur’s seed bubbled in his belly, making his stomach grow hot. The color rose in his brown cheeks as sweat began to prickle his dark skin. Bantur’s essence had done little more than to whet his appetite. Now, he wanted to feast. Below him, Bantur rolled to his hands and knees, his legs spread wide. His fat, jiggling ass rose up in offering to Sashur’s maddening lust. Like two great chocolate pumpkins, they wobbled before him. Their aroma wafted into his nostrils, sending his mind into a fit of burning passion. He seized Bantur’s flanks, spreading his cheeks so that he may lay claim to the dark ring hidden within those sweet folds. 

Bantur raised his tail supplication as the cool air tickled his tight sphincter. Sashur’s hungry mouth wrapped itself around his anus, the djinn’s tongue flicking at the fleshy nub. The muscles tensing in his back, Bantur whimpered into the comforter. His butt cheeks clenched and unclenched as Sashur’s tongue pried open the gates to his inner core. That nimble tongue, at once gentle and fierce, slid effortlessly down the smooth shaft of his rectum. Swirling around the edges of Bantur’s anus, he compelled the djinn’s blossom to spread. Bantur’s body shuddered and then fell limp, his ring growing slack and wet, opening himself to Sashur. His brother sat up on his knees, his rigid cock placed between Bantur’s cheeks. 

Carefully, he lowered the leaking tip, his heart thundering with the anticipation of siring another of his brood onto his own sibling. His swollen head nudged Bantur’s ring and unlike with Miloh, he met no resistance. His throbbing cock, the veins studding his taut flesh, slipped into Bantur, driving clear to the djinn’s trembling core. Bantur howled as Sashur speared his prostate, the djinn's cock spurting a shimmering stream of fluid onto the sheets. 

“N-Nah, Sashur,” wailed Bantur. 

“Hush now,” whispered his brother. “It’s time.”

Sashur thrust his hips into Bantur’s ass, slowly pushing himself deeper with a methodic purpose. Bantur whimpered softly as his belly grew painfully full. Sashur lowered himself to his brother’s back, pressing his bare skin to Bantur’s shoulders as he hooked his arms beneath the other djinn’s armpits. 

His rasping breath teased Bantur’s furry ear as he whispered, “I want to make you pregnant.”

The muscles in Sashur’s arms suddenly tensed and he pulled back, lifting Bantur from the bed. Together, the two djinn sat on their knees, Sashur’s clawed hand to Bantur’s throat, tilting his head back. His other hand glided down Bantur’s belly to settle on his swollen member. Bantur reached back, cupping his brother's fleshy rump with both hands, his head craning back to offer his mouth to Sashur.

Gone was the heated passion, now replaced by the slow, powerful burn of their love. Sashur’s lips met Bantur’s, locking, holding him in place as he pumped. His cock slid in, feeling the smooth, wet rasp of Bantur’s flesh hugging him. Then, with an arch of his back, he pulled back. Bantur closed around him, milking his cock as Sashur in turn, did stroke Bantur’s rigid pole. Such was their dance. A passionate song the two had moved to since they were teenagers. Sashur had been the first. How they marvelled when the djinn’s belly began to grow. The way his breasts swelled fat with milk had made Bantur’s heart quake. After that, the pair had taken turns, but in his heart, Bantur wished to carry his brother’s offspring forever. 

His round belly rose and fell with deep, steady breaths. Sashur’s hard cock filled him, making him feel whole. He clenched the other djinn’s cheeks holding his brother to him as Sashur continued to stroke his quivering member. Bantur shuddered, his lips tearing from Sashur’s mouth to give a cry as thick, white seed spurted from his cock. The sticky trail splattered onto the comforter, soaking into a dark stain that widened over the violet fabric. 

“Oh, I came first,” he sniffled. His ears drooped to his shoulders. 

“Then I shall have to make this up for both of us,” said Sashur.  He let go of Bantur and the other djinn lowered himself to the soiled bedspread. Taking hold of Bantur’s hips, he then offered, “Shall I finish this?”

“Please,” replied Bantur. He stretched his arms over the bed like a cat. “Fill my hungry womb with your litter. I’ve been kept waiting long enough.”

Sashur’s pace quickened, the slow, steady beat, rising into a rapid, wet slap that filled the room. His cock bulged, growing harder as his ball trembled, churning with the desire to release. 

“A-Ah,” he groaned. “B-Bantur, I’m coming.”

“Yes, brother,” Bantur shrieked. “Do not spare me one drop. “Flood my empty womb.”

“Yes, Bantur,” cried Sashur.

“Swell my belly with your fertile seed,” Bantur screamed. 

Yes, B-Bantur,” roared Sashur. 

He dug his claws into the bed. “Break me upon the altar of maternity, b-bro--”

“Aagh!” Sashur shrieked as a torrent of hot, white seed burst from his throbbing cock. 

White heat struck the djinn's womb like a tidal wave. His greedy womb, eager for the blessings of his brother, lapped the sticky, fertile semen, gulping hungrily that Sashur’s seed may take root and quicken. Bantur’s anus clamped hard around Sashur’s pumping cock, locking the djinn in place until every last drop could be squeezed from him. Sashur collapsed onto Bantur’s back, panting, his face darkened as sweat trickled from his forehead. His lungs felt as if they were on fire as he struggled to breathe. 

“I-I think I am spent,” he at last gasped and rolled to the side. 

“Exquisite,” Bantur replied. He laid on his side, his hand on his belly. “I feel them already.”

Sashur placed his hand on his brother’s freshly swollen belly. The soft gurgling rumbled against his fingers as Bantur’s womb heaved a contented sigh. 

“Marvellous,” he said. “I do love to make you happy, Bantur.”

“And I you,” his brother said. 

Sashur ran a finger along Bantur’s cheek, when suddenly, his ears pricked up. “Oh, that reminds me. Have you heard news of our cousin?”

“Why no,” said Bantur. He propped himself onto his elbow. “Do tell.”

Sashur frowned and shook his head. “He was such a late bloomer. I hear he’s opened a bookstore. Can you imagine?”

“Oh, how dreadful,” said Bantur. “Our poor cousin, an old maid. Running a bookstore.” He gave a sharp [i]tsk[/i]. “Why, he’s practically a spinster.”

“I know,” said Sashur, patting his brother’s arm. “We really must do something about him.”

“Shall we introduce him to the club?” asked Bantur. 

Sashur tapped his finger to his cheek and thought. His long tail swished in the air, curling and uncurling. “Hmm, no, I think that may be a bit much for him.” His ears pricked up. “Oh, I know. We shall pay him a visit.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea,” cried Bantur. He clasped his brother’s claws. “We shall help him from his dreary, bookish life.”

“We’ll fatten him right up with two litters,” giggled Sashur. “Aunt Fatmah will be overjoyed. You know, she threatened to impregnate him herself if he wouldn’t hurry up and give her a grandchild.”

“Indeed,” laughed Bantur. “Who else, but family could do it better?” He gave Sashur a playful kiss.

Sashur laid his head on the pillow. He reached behind himself and tapped the cube sitting on a nearby nightstand. The room bathed itself in utter blackness. 

“I’d say that settles then. We shall pay our dear cousin a visit,” he said. 

“Yes,” Bantur’s voice answered from the dark. “He will not know what hit him.”