Avery walked through the door to the bedroom, the bright light of the morning sun reflecting off plain white walls, to see his twin still asleep, the creeping patch of sunlight on his belly bringing out the soft chestnut hues of his stomach fur, and making it shimmer.  The blankets were thrown back, legs akimbo and only partially concealed, his cock a tree, still gripped in a state of morning wood.  He could feel himself responding appropriately to the sight.
	Casually tossing his towel to the floor, Avery kicked it from where it landed heavily and into a crumpled heap on the beige carpet, so it didn't cover the many comic books and discarded clothes scattered there from their late night.  It would've been a shame if their newest acquisitions got damp.  Penis now as stiff as if he too had awoken with morning wood, foreskin pulling back from the head, he mounted the low slung bed, and knelt by his sleeping twin to admire his soft curves, petting along his side and ruffling the tawny fur.
	It was frankly startling to him that Aiden could sleep so soundly when he himself slept so light, but he cherished the opportunity their few differences provided to them.  He placed a kiss to his muzzle, the whiskers twitching and tickling his nose.  Inhaling sharply, he took in the scent of him, as warm as the sun through the open window, as light as the summer breeze that wafted through it, and spicy as the stunted mountain pines beyond.
	Trailing down his body, he took in the darker spots on his silky coat, covering his arms and legs, a hypnotic pattern all in browns but Avery could never get enough of it.  Between his legs, Aiden's penis bobbed, the tiniest bit of his pink glans showing past his foreskin, and he reached for it, eager to feel up the length of boy cock in front of him.  His penis contacted the luxurious fur of his brother, pressing into it, sinking in, and he shuddered.  It was mirrored in his twin when his fingers rolled back the skin, fully exposing his tip, bright, healthy pink flaring in freedom, practically glowing in the light of the sun.
	Aiden shifted, pushing up against Avery's cock a little uncomfortably, but he stayed still while he moved.  It was not a significant one, the arm to which his penis was pressed not getting where it wanted to go, the other sliding up and under the pillow, and the bent leg straightening somewhat.  It made reaching his brothers prick easier.  Enough so that he might be able to suck on it.  The thought was enough to make him drool from both ends.
	Avery sat up, and looked at Aiden's face, watching his black tufted ears shift and flick, wondering how he wanted to do this.  He could shuffle down between his brothers legs; it would give him the most room to play around, and it would be easier to avoid waking him up.  Or, he could straddle him in a sixty-nine.  He would wake up quickly, his penis rubbing against his muzzle, and they could have much more fun together.  His prick throbbed, demanding he choose quickly.
	Making his decision, Avery moved to the foot of the bed, laid on his side, and placed his head in Aiden's lap, cock sticking up right before his eyes, fur fading to a peach-fuzz just before it, transitioning to smooth, tanned skin at the base.  The angle was perfect, so was the tubular shape of it, gracefully curving, just the smallest amount, enough that his shaft didn't lay flat against his belly, but the head of his cock did, three and one quarter inches from where it started; the perfect length.  From so close, he could see at his pee hole a drop of beaded moisture, gooey but clear, sweet scented, leaking into the fuzz.  His tongue darted out, tasting it, and his cock.  He could still taste himself on it too, the musky flavor clinging light but undeniably to it.  He couldn't smell it though; whatever potency had been there, it had dissipated in the night, leaving only the same light, spicy smell of his fur.
	Tracing up the curve of his inner thigh, Avery dragged his hand to Aiden's sack.  The small, pert package covered in the same peach fuzz, soft, squishy, tight to his body, and belying the desirable delicacy inside, one that he hoped to have for himself this morning now that his lusts had been awoken.  Gently, he kneaded the sack, massaging the precious orbs within.  
	Shifting his head a few degrees, Avery ran kisses from Aiden's sack, and up the length of his penis to the tip, where he placed the last to the underside of the head, then let go of his balls.  Now he wanted his penis in his muzzle, to taste his sweet muskiness mixed with his own lingering taste from before bed.  He stuck out his tongue, and curled it about the stiff member, and pulled it sideways into his mouth.
	Flavor lit Avery's senses, two in opposition to each other, both wonderful, both light and in delicate balance, he was hard pressed to decide which he liked more as he applied gentle suction to Aiden's member.  But even as the taste of himself faded, he knew that he liked his brothers taste more.  So similar, that at first, he hadn't been able to tell them apart, but now were as unique and easily distinguishable to him as brands of fine red wine to their mother.
	Aiden's foreskin rolled back up over the head of his cock; Avery could feel it, pulled forward by the suction and licking along his slickend, rubbery flesh.  He withdrew part way, and tongued the tip of his penis, licking at his pee hole, enticing forth any more sweetness that might be had there, pressing and wriggling, but getting nothing.  A momentary pout, then he moved on, pushing his flexible member between cock head and skin, running it clockwise around his glans.  
	Taking great pleasure in the rich, rough texture of ridge at the top, Avery discovered a small pocket of erstwhile flavor, and savored it as it mixed, brief but intense.  Underneath, he prodded at the firm strip of flesh that ran down the center, dividing the bottom.  Aiden's cock twitched, and he was rewarded with a new burst of pre.  
	Lips tightening over his foreskin, and tongue pressing from inside, he rolled Aiden's skin back again, pushing all the way down to his base, nose pressed against his twins crotch, the spicy scent almost as invigorating as his shower.  He lavished all his skill on his brothers prick, exploring every well known ridge and plying every known sweet spot, bobbing, luxuriating in the silky smooth way it slid over his lips and tip across the roof of his mouth.  His brothers cock twitched again, and between his own legs, his perfectly identical rod twitched too.
	Deliberate, sensuous, Avery worked the length, every bounce of it bringing him increasing excitement.  Every action brought Aiden closer to climax, and the thought of the pleasure he was bringing him, even in his sleep, brought him equal pleasure.  He could swear that, by whatever ephemeral connection others claimed that twins had, he could feel it, rebounding back at him, a ghostly feedback loop that spurred him on now independent of his joy of his brothers dick, every throb mirrored by his own.  
	Avery could feel Aiden's balls, rubbing along his chin, drawing up, preparing for release, and his did the same.  He shifted, rolling onto his belly, and getting his knees under him.  When his brother came, his seed sprayed in two ropes, and one smaller, thin, slimy and hot, along the roof of his muzzle, to the back of his throat, but he blocked it with his tongue.  He wanted to savor the salty, lightly bitter gift that was at odds with the sweet undertone.  Between his own legs, cocklet straining, he came, one, two, three lines, landing on the sheets between them.
	Above him, Aiden breathed heavily, the only sign that he had felt anything in his sleep, but he was certain that his dreams closely followed reality.  Avery climbed over him, both their cocks, youthful, vibrant, still hard, and placed them together, side by side, and angled his hips to slide underneath that little arch, that the heads of their penises rested one on top of the other.  He ground them together, wawnting to feel the pressure of his twins rod touching and pressing down on him as much as he could.
	Delicately, Avery supported his body over Aiden, elbows to either side of his head, forearms framing his cherubic face.  He shifted a little to get his hands where they could grip his ears, and massaged; one of his most sensitive areas, and the only spot that would always, wake him from even the deepest sleep, a trick that only he was privy to.  
	Putting his muzzle to his brothers as he woke, Avery locked lips together, tongue invading, and carrying with it his morning gift, dripping messily in and spreading it around.  Aiden resisted for a second, gathering his faculties, but then relaxed into the passionate kiss, accepting his own seed from his twins lips.  
	Between their mashed hips, Aiden joined Avery in the grinding, erections pulling and tugging pleasurably at the others foreskin, tickled by fur, motions eased by saliva, traces of semen, and fresh droplets of precum.  Behind them, their tails twined together, a reflection of their grinding, and a compliment to their passionate make-out.

	Aiden pushed Avery away, knocking him to his back and licked his lips of cum.  Avery giggled, cleaning the strings of white likewise from his lips with darting tongue, but then groaned and rolled over, revealing glistening patches of semen on his back, and the matching sticky spots on the sheets, darker patches in the mint green, with pearly drops in lines at the center.
	“Mother won't be happy you soiled the sheets agai-”  Avery smacked Aiden across the face with a pillow, silencing him handily.
	Shaking his head, Aiden responded by throwing his weight into Avery, and he fell to his side, surprised, and in that moment, slid off the bed and gripped his brothers foot paws, yanking him so his butt was right at the edge.  
	Instinctively, Avery grabbed at the sheets, but there was no need.  Aiden had already stopped pulling, and now he lifted them up, ninety degrees, and spread them, putting the family jewels on display.  
	“Mm, you already got what you wanted...  Now it's my turn!”  Avery was all to happy to comply, and wondered at what Aiden was going to do.
	Aiden knelt, and approached Avery, and he pulled his legs over himself like folding a thick piece of cardboard, hands under his knees, calves folded over his hands, still spread.  
	Aiden looked upon the cock that was so similar to his own and was stricken with the desire to suck on it.  But no; this morning, like last night, his appetite for his twins tight flesh, his gripping anus, that one strong flavor that he so loved; pungent and earthy, and yet light and wonderful and so undeniably his brother.
	Shuffling, Aiden advanced between his brothers legs, Avery quivering excitedly, tail swaying back and forth, and tailhole flexing, little erection as flat to his fuzzy belly as its graceful curve allowed it, foreskin drawn back and drooling precum.  He nuzzled at his balls, pert and perky, no more ready to drop than his, licking and unknowingly placing little kisses in the exact same spots as he not ten minutes ago while he had yet been asleep.
	It was with regret Aiden did not have the chance to taste himself on Avery's cock, but it would not likely remain the case much longer; they switched so often that no good day ended without them both holding the others secret inside.
	Cold wet nose, it trailed back down the seem, making Avery shiver more, the chill barely felt, but reaching his core in familiar, but exciting ways.  Aiden continued unimpeded, taking deep breaths of the freshly washed space.  It smelled most strongly of floral shampoo, but beneath it was the omnipresent scent of him.  He took a deep breath, savoring that light touch of natural odor nearly hidden, then touched his tongue to his hole. 
	Above Aiden, Avery gasped, the soft, warm, probing wetness gliding effortlessly across puckered flesh, lathering every wrinkle and crevasse in a thin coating of seed slicked saliva.  The short peach fuzz that faded to healthy pink skin just before the clenched sphincter tickled him, an itch that complimented the one in his cock, and could be soothed in only the one way.
	Testicles jiggling, resting on his nose as Aiden pushed his tongue inside, the tough muscle resisted, even though he could feel Avery pushing, trying to relax.  It always felt like any other kiss to him; an act of passion, a desire to be closer, a part of his twin more completely than any other twin, but naughtier, and more poignant a statement.  How could you prove you loved more completely than this?
	Inside, Aiden only tasted more clean skin.  More potent, and mildly unpleasant in its strength, but not overpowering, and he was grateful that Avery was as fastidious about his cleanliness as he.  The clenching muscle slowly relaxed, no longer choking off the blood-flow, and withdrew, dragging his tongue back up along his seem and right to the head of his prick, which he took momentarily into his muzzle just to appreciate the texture.
	It was still an effort to let Avery's penis fall from his lips, even though his need to be inside him swiftly trumped it.  Aiden raised himself back onto his paws and bent over him, bringing his cock to rest lightly against him, the curve of his dick matching and resting into the fold of his ass.  
	Avery's eyes shown bright, not the least of which for the glare of the sun spilling across him, but from inside, and without, a green so vibrant that the hulk on the poster behind could only be said to be green with envy.  It was a subtle nod, so slight that one not so attuned would have missed it, a tilting down, then up, it would take a machines precision to measure but was a glaring yes in flashing neon to him.  
	He pressed forward, and leaned in over Avery, his hands gripping the sheets, and Aiden's to either side of his shoulders, penis sinking between soft, slick cheeks, to point at the center of him, a motion so practiced by them both it came without thinking, no matter who was doing it, or what position.  
	Another nod, head coming up, and Aiden's down to meet, a kiss that united them as his cocklet speared into Avery, lip lock ablating the intense moan of stimulation from them both as muscle spread around his tip and took him haltingly inside.  His foreskin and saliva eased the entry, skin pealing back from his head, gripped by his twin's anus, but still pushing deeper and deeper by that grace, and slid fully home, groin to cheek, unable to push farther.  
	They separated, panting for breath, and shifted, seeking by feel the way to reach that little bit deeper, unable to look away.  A shuddering gasp, long, low as any moan, and Aiden knew he had found that special spot, Avery's penis jumping, tightening against his stomach. He drew back, and pressed forward again, but missed it, and he adjusted, then tried again; success!  His twins back arched, rod pressing harder into him, a drop of warm fluid squeezing into his fur.
	Again Aiden withdrew and thrusted forward, the tip of his penis jabbing, just barely long enough to reach, abutting Avery's most sensitive spot, building up a rhythm, and drifting into his own pleasure.  On each stroke, he could feel his foreskin stretch as he pushed deep, his glans massaged from every direction as it left it's protection at the door, hot and moist and silky smooth, making his knees weak no matter how often they made love.  At the apex of each, a soft bump, tickling his tip, making his brother exhale excitedly or groan softly depending on the slightest variation of angle.  Then reverse, depressing, but no less pleasurable, soft folds pulling backwards at the firm frill at the top of his prick, skin rolling back over it, trapping a fragment of him, his flavor there for him to retrieve later.  He could feel all throughout that tight muscle clenching and releasing, pushing him out, then inviting him back in only to try desperately to hold him there before pushing him back out again, the tandem rhythms a spirited tango.
	It built in Aiden, the slow moving crescendo of climax like the tide, each thrust a wave that receded, only to be overrun by the next just before the previous could fully fade into the roiling, turbulent waters of effervescent passion.  Avery clenched on him harder and harder as they continued, neither any longer able to fully suppress the exhalations of rising exuberance, and they put their muzzles back together, only semi-effectually smothering the sounds.  
	Silently, the cubs hoped their parents were otherwise engaged to not hear them, but it was swept aside like driftwood,  Aiden's careful but insistent pattern losing cohesion and devolving into an erratic, instinct driven pistoning that reached that smallest bit deeper, pounding into Avery's prostate.  
	Ecstasy overcame them, tongues and tails twined inextricably, Aiden could feel every throb of semen shot into Avery, restricted and made all the more forceful by the relentless, powerful grip of his anus.  Almost lost among the feeling, the arc of semen across his belly, the warm gush shooting up between them, blazing white and glistening in the sun, as far as his nipples, clinging to his fur.  
	Exhausted, the day barely begun, Aiden collapsed onto Avery, immature sperm squishing between their bellies, soaking through the fur like wet glue; soon to dry, and binding them together.  But for the moment, neither cared, basking in the warmth from the window, comfortable in the others arms, in a nest of soft blankets on a firm mattress that supported their sex weary bodies magnificently as they rolled onto their sides.
	Aiden complained as the cooling seed on the sheet contacted his fur, but pushed it from his mind, nuzzling into Avery's chest, both loving and regretting as each millimeter of his softening penis slid from it's resting place, trailing seed, Avery's closing anus seeping the evidence of their coital bliss.