Summer break had arrived, and with summer break came the opportunity for many college students to return home to their families. Among these college students was Rodger Vesey, often known as just Rod. Rod, a red panda, had just finished his finals and was on his way to stay at his stepbrother’s house during the break. His stepbrother Theodore, Ted for short, was a generous guy, and was perfectly happy to let Rod stay with him over break. Better yet, Rod didn’t even have to pay rent!

Rod and Ted, though both red pandas, weren’t directly related, only knowing each other since their teenage years when their parents started dating. Ted was the slightly older one by a year, and so he took on something of a mentor role for the younger Rod back during their school years. Once adulthood rolled around, Ted sought to become a mechanic, while Rod was more artistic, wanting to be a musician and thus working on a music degree. Now that Ted had a job, he could afford to pay for a dirt-cheap home in their small home town, which was exactly where they both would be living.

Rod drove down the road in an old hand-me-down, blasting the car stereo with a random playlist he found. He was on a rap kick recently, the louder and more abrasive the better, and so the car practically shook with how much bass was coming out of those speakers. Along the way, one could hear Rod rapping along to the songs’ lyrics.

“Weed tastes like shit, maybe need a new dealer, girl in the back’s lovin’ it when he feel her…”

Well, he never claimed his tastes were sophisticated. This was the sort of thing he wanted to do once he was out of college; he wanted to record, he wanted to sell, and he wanted to perform to venues full of fans. Not necessarily rap, especially not rap, he just wanted to be a singer. As far as he was concerned, he was damn talented at it, too, he just needed to find a label that was willing to sign him and not take most of his profits. Fame sure would be great, wouldn’t it…?

“He said I’m too condescending, answer to that pending, I’m sure he’ll change his mind when he sees that I’m on Trending…”

Errgh, that last line made Rod cringe a bit. Thankfully he just made it into town, so he wouldn’t have to listen to this song for much longer. Driving through town was always a delight, watching people walk down the street and enjoying their lives. It was such a peaceful place, very little crime or anything like that; the only issue was that you usually had to drive a ways away to get to work, considering how far it was from the nearest city, but very few of the citizens actually minded considering how long they’d been doing it for, Ted included.

Speaking of Ted, there was his house. It was undeniably small, but it was enough for two people, maybe one or two more if they wanted to sleep on the couch. Rod pulled up into the driveway next to Ted’s just-as-old minivan and parked his car right on the spot. He then turned off the car and then his phone, then unbuckled, opened the door and got out. That was some fresh air he was breathing, certainly aided by the surrounding forests. God, he loved this place.

Rod approached the door and rang the doorbell. He remembered that Ted installed one of those fancy doorbells that connected to his phone so he could see who was at the door, even if they never rang it. It seemed like a waste of money until he remembered that time a friend of his nearly got his packages stolen by someone who quite literally walked up to the door and grabbed them. After that incident, Rod was certainly more understanding of Ted’s paranoia. Sure, it was still paranoia, there hadn’t been a robbery in this town in years, but he at least got it now.

A light on the doorbell flashed, green in color. If he remembered correctly, this meant that whoever was at the door was allowed in. Rod, relieved, opened the door and stepped inside, where he set his shoes down on the mat. He didn’t see Ted quite yet, but considering he got anything from the doorbell at all, that meant he must’ve been in here somewhere, right? Rod looked around for his stepbrother, before deciding it would be simpler to just yell out to him.

“Ted, bro, you in here?”

“Yeah, I’m in here, bro! I’m in the bedroom, come take a look!”

So, not only did he get a response, but he got a location, too. How odd of Ted, Rod thought, to yell where he was instead of simply coming out to greet him. Apparently, he also wanted him to… look at something? Well, now he was certainly curious. The bedroom was where the two of them liked to spend most of their time together, what with Ted taking all the gaming systems they had growing up with him, so maybe he got some new system? Whatever it was, he was just about to get a real good look at it when he opened that door.

“Ted?”

“Surprise, bitch.”

There on the bed sat Ted, and… boy, he was something else. There, he presented himself to his stepbrother in what could barely even be considered an outfit. Striped stockings adorned his legs, black and blue in color, accentuating his curves. Between his legs lied a bright red thong, with an erection peaking out from it. Then there was Ted’s face… smooth, seductive, sexy.

“T-Ted!”

Rod’s face was flush red, dude was on the verge of a nosebleed. This wasn’t unusual for Ted, sure, but it never failed to get Rod good. Yes, this was another facet of their relationship: Borderline incest. Of course, they never saw it as incest since they weren’t real brothers, but they kept it between them because they knew for damn sure that no one else was going to see it that way. No one is going to take you seriously if they know you lost your virginity to your stepbrother. 

“Like what you see?”

“L-look at my pants and tell me what you think…!”

Ted glanced down at Rod’s crotch. There, he could already see him pitching a tent of his own. A smirk spread on Ted’s face, an indication that he was doing something right. He then glanced back at Rod before getting off the bed and walking over to him, giving him a hug. As their bulges touched, Rod blushed further, and Ted smiled.

“Nice to see you, bro. How’s college?”

“College? Oh, college, yeah, that’s going great, haha…”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Ted gave Rod a smooch on the lips before turning back to their entertainment systems in the corner. “Now, besides me, I do actually have some cool shit to show you. Come over here.” Ted walked his stepbrother over to a cabinet full of their video games, pulling out one that still had the plastic wrap around the box. “Do you see what this is?”

“Is that…” Rod instantly recognized the logo from anywhere. “Is that Fatal Fighting 11? The new one?”

“With pre-order Deadlord DLC.” Ted then began to rip off the plastic. “Remember when I borrowed twenty dollars from you? This is what I needed it for.” Opening up the box, he showed off the art both on the inside and the outside. “See, there’s Veronica with her classic chain whip, Snake with his flare gun… the whole gang’s here. And look, here’s that new guy I was telling you about!” Ted pointed to some panther creature on the cover with glowing eyes. “That’s Vizier, the one with the laser eyes. It’s pretty neat, huh?”

Rod was initially speechless. There it was, the game of his dreams, in the palm of Ted’s hand. They’d been playing this series since they’d first met, it was practically tradition for them. Every new game in the series was like an event, and this one especially was promising to bring back every single character that the two of them had ever mained and more. The days of kicking Ted’s ass with Deadlord were soon to return.

“…Jesus Christ, I can’t thank you enough.” Rod gave Ted a smooch. “This is the best return gift you’ve ever given me, holy shit. Do you wanna play this shit now?”

“Get your shit off and let’s do this, bro.”

Ted hurried over to stick the game in the system while Rod, obliging, began to strip down. He wasn’t going to get totally naked yet, there needed to be some foreplay first. The shirt went first, showing off Rod’s incredibly fluffy chest. Then came the pants, showing off his own underwear, as well as some thigh-high socks of his own, both white in color. It seemed that Rod had expected things to get pervy from the start, and so he came prepared.

“Shit, dude, we’ve basically got the same outfit going on. Were you planning this all along, Rod?”

“Not gonna lie, I was hoping I would be the one to surprise you.”

Once ready, Rod grabbed one of the wireless controllers and flopped down onto the bed, tail resting to his side. Ted sat next to him once the game was booted up so that personal space wasn’t even a consideration. Their tails intertwined, they both lied down, gripped their controllers and waited for the logos to roll along.

“Damn, a lot of people worked on this game.”

“I’ll say.” Ted chuckled as the start menu finally popped up. Being player one, he got full control of the menus, and he took it to his advantage and began to explore the menus. “Nice aesthetic, very ancient looking.” After tweaking some options, he got a list of settings that were basically identical to what the two of them were used to. He went back and picked the one-on-one local multiplayer mode. It was finally time to engage in some violent homicide… in-game, not in real life, obviously. 

“Look at this cast, Rod,” Ted continued. “That’s… thirty guys, I think.” He scrolled through the character list, looking through their costumes. “So, Rod, you gonna be playing Deadlord again?”

“You fucking know it.” Rod chose his old main and picked a skin. “What about you?”

“Oh, you know me, I’m a jack of all trades.” Ted highlighted a few different guys; the new guy Vizier, Snake… but ultimately, he had to pick Tremblay. How he missed Tremblay, the cybernetic kangaroo kickboxer who hadn’t been in a Fatal Fighting game since 2008. His new design was great and all, but he needed to use that classic skin. That was a legendary design, and the both of them knew it. “Tremblay Time.”

They soon began their first match. They were fighting on a boat, which gave the both of them flashbacks of a similar map from one of the older games. The stage gimmicks were the cause of at least one controller breaking, so obviously they were cautious. Thankfully, this version seemed far less gimmicky, and the fight went off without a hitch. The sight of a skeleton in a cloak fighting a kangaroo on a boat was only possible in Fatal Fighting, and they wouldn’t want it any other way. Eventually, Ted took the first round.

“Holy shit, that finisher.” Ted grinned. “He just kicked your fuckin’ head off, bro!”

“I see that.” Rod sighed. “GG, though. You got me there. Damn, they changed Deadlord a lot since 2011, I really need to get used to him again.”

“Making excuses?” Ted pinched Rod’s cheek. “Oh, you never change.”

“Whatever, let’s just get the next round in.”

The two continued playing, occasionally changing the characters they were playing. They’d give each other dirty looks as they took turns kicking each other’s asses in the video game, finding new and exciting ways to tease and fluster their opponent. The end results were tied, but they needed the tiebreaker. This would be the final one, the deciding match, the ultimate decider of who the best Fatal Fighting 11 player in the house was… for that night. It was Deadlord vs. Vizier, and it was time to begin.

Fireballs and lasers were flying across the screen, it was absolute chaos. What already looked like a warzone turned into even more of one as the fighters used the terrain on the map to their advantage. Rod’s incredibly focused look was contrasted by Ted’s cool collectedness, but both appeared to be even. It all came down to the last round, they were neck and neck, tail and tail, got the guts, going the distance, going for gold… it was tense. When the dust finally settled, there was one winner.

“…fuck.”

With one final uppercut, Rod was able to claim the victory. He pumped his fist in celebration before hugging Ted and crying tears of joy. Laughter escaped his lips, he couldn’t believe how emotion he was getting over this, but who knew how long they were playing for? Window seemed to indicate sunset was on its way, so it must’ve been a few hours. It was a long while, and as far as he was concerned, this was a well-deserved victory.

“Good job, bro. You really just pulled a Deadlord Special on your ol’ pal, huh?” Ted squeezed Rod tight, typical for one of his hugs. “Man, we gotta celebrate this one somehow. What’re you thinking?”

It didn’t take Rod to think about what he wanted to do. What was it that those two had done at least once a week since Rod turned eighteen whenever they had the chance? Why else would they both be wearing bulge-accentuating undergarments? Rod was a simple-minded individual when it came to his stepbrother, Ted. He was the only person he’d ever had sex with, and might be the only person he’d ever have sex with.

“…how about we just get to the fun part, hmm?”

“Ah, I see you’re a man of culture as well.” Ted chuckled. “Lemme go get something, I’ll be right back.” Ted got up and left, leaving the door open, leaving Rod alone in the bedroom. 

Rod went ahead and stripped off his underwear, leaving his now flaccid cock exposed. He estimated that it was probably… seven to eight inches when erect? Pretty much the exact same as Ted if he could remember properly; it was funny how much they had in common despite not being blood relatives, with their builds being pretty much identical and all that, sans Ted being half an inch taller. They still had the different eyes, though; Rod had green eyes, while Ted had brown eyes. That was one of… two ways anyone could tell them apart.

“Alright, I’m back. Sorry, needed to take a piss.”

Ted came back with his thong already removed, providing Rod a better look at his dick. He rubbed it slowly, giving his stepbrother a show, maybe even a sign of things to come. Slowly approaching the bed, he sat down next to Rod and grabbed his shoulder, looking him up and down. He stroked Rod’s inner thigh, slowly creeping up toward his crotch. He then slowly began to fondle Rod’s balls to try and get his member up.

“Hmm… well, last time we did this, during spring break… we were so horny we fucked twice in the span of like an hour. You think we can pull that off this time?”

“Oh God, I remember that, best night of the fucking break. Yeah, I think we can do it.”

Nodding, Ted began to face Rod once again and embraced him in a hug. He went in for the kiss, which Rod then reciprocated. The two began making out, feeling each other up while they kissed, their tongues exploring their partner’s mouths to the best of their abilities. Rod moved his hand down to caress and gently squeeze Ted’s supple ass. Likewise, Ted stroked down Rod’s neck, back, all the way down to his large, fluffy tail, feeling him up.

Already, their cocks were collectively rising. As their balls rubbed against one another, their penises erected and grinded against each other. The two were engaged in frottage, one of the more common sexual acts the pair engaged in, which when combined with their French kissing made for a euphoric experience. Their cocks rubbing up on one another stimulated precum to leak from their tips onto their shafts, causing them to glisten. Their continued rubbing came with eager moans, a need to cum.

Wordlessly, perhaps because his tongue was preoccupied entertaining Rod, Ted crept one of his hands slowly down toward their twin cocks. He stroked them gently, shivering as his hands touched his sensitive, fleshy rod. Rod proved to feel the same way, moaning gently as his cock felt the simultaneous stimulation of two separate sources. As he continued rubbing and grinding, he began to jerk both cocks off with just his one hand. This provided extra stimulation to them both, just enough to keep them going to try and prevent themselves from cumming too early.

Ted slowly stroked their cocks, indulging in the carnality of it all. Their oozing rods twitched and throbbed, constantly on the verge of orgasm yet not quite reaching thanks to his careful control of the situation. He knew one thing for sure: The longer he could keep it going, the bigger and better both their orgasms would be. He kept them both on edge, cheeks blushing vividly and moans growing louder, for a few solid minutes. It was not long, however, before they had to release.

Ted came first, quickly followed by Rod. Their combined orgasm practically shot like a rocket onto their torsos, soaking their stomachs in their fluids. Rod broke the kiss to cry out in pleasure, having lost his composure, and began to moan loudly, tongue hanging out from his mouth. The force of the orgasm was enough to knock Ted flat on his ass, which conveniently prevented any cum from getting onto the bedsheets. The last thing either of them were worried about in that moment was bedsheets, however.

In the aftermath, Rod was lying on Ted’s stomach, their penises coated in a thick layer of their combined orgasm and still dripping. Ted seemed the most energized of the two still, like he was ready for another round immediately. Rod, meanwhile, was breathing heavily; it was clear he needed some moments to breath. His stepbrother, always the empathetic type, was happy to let Rod get his breath back.

“Hah… wow, that was great. You really know how to make a cock happy.” Rod gave Ted a smooch on the cheek.

“Thanks, bro… hey, I got an idea.” Ted looked over to the door. “We should go get a shower, decide in there if we’re up for Round 2.”

“I’m game.”

Rod and Ted slowly got off the bed. Rod’s legs were trembling a bit, so Ted was happy to semi-carry him off to the bathroom. The trip to the bathroom was short, with the door to it just being outside the bedroom door. Once they arrived, Ted set Rod down and turned on the water. There was enough room to fit the two of them inside, perfect for keeping the intimacy going as well as saving some money on water bills. 

“Need help getting in?”

“No thanks, I think I’m good…”

Rod stood up, took off what little clothing remained on his body and stepped into the shower, with Ted following suit. The water was warm, not too hot, just enough to get clean and comfortable. He went grabbed the soap and squirted some of it into his hands. Rod looked at Ted, and Ted looked at Rod; they both knew what was coming. Of course, what’s the point in sharing a shower with your lover if not to shower your partner? Well, that’s certainly what they thought, at least, when they continued on with their next step.

Rod ran his hands through Ted’s soft fur, feeling the flesh underneath as he did so. He was sure to be extra thorough wherever any cum had ended up, but there was no use in just feeling up that part of him. He had to explore a bit, and so he did. Rod’s hands wandered along Ted’s body, getting reacquainted with the curves along the way. Judging from his face, Ted seemed to be enjoying what Rod was doing, what with the somehow-visible blush. He decided to return the favor by doing the same sort of thing for Rod, rubbing his shoulders and caressing his back among other things.

“So, Rod, my bro,” Ted asked. “What made you wanna get into singing?”

“What made me…? Well…” Rod thought about it while he ran his hand across Ted’s chest. “I think I just… like to be expressive, and you remember back when I was in high school choir. I killed it back then, that was the only club I actively loved, and one of the only reasons anyone even remembered me after high school. I guess I… really just wanna do what I love and get a lot of money for doing it.”

“You dream big, bro.” Ted continued scrubbing. “You’re doing great, I think, you’ve gotta keep up with it.”

“Thank you.” Rod smiled. “If you don’t mind me asking, what got you into mechanics? Do you just like fixing things?”

“Well, that’s part of it…” Ted ran his hands down Rod’s chest, toward his crotch. “I like working with machines… cars, and such. You remember when we first met, I got to fix your bike. I just like tinkering with things, figuring out how they work… maybe pushing a few buttons, hmm?” His soap-covered hand began to clean the cum off Rod’s cock, moving up and down the shaft in a way not too dissimilar from jerking him off. “Figuring out what makes them work at their best, and what I can do to make them work at their best.”

The two were now grabbing and stroking each other’s cocks, the sensation shooting waves of pleasure up their bodies. As Rod fondled Ted’s balls, the latter leaned in close, feeling his stepbrother’s cock against his own. Soon, they were rubbing against each other once more, hands wandering and dicks erecting. It looked like they didn’t even need to discuss Round 2. They were both ready, and they were both eager. 

“Hold on… we’re not just going to frot again, are we?” Rod paused. “We need to do something special. Something we haven’t done in a while. And I think I know just the thing…”

“You do, bro?”

“Come on, let’s dry off.” 

Rod stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. Ted did the same with the other towel. Once they were done, he dragged his stepbrother back to the bedroom, not even bothering to put the socks that were on the floor back on. It seemed he was rather excited to do whatever he had planned, as he licked his lips in anticipation. He flopped himself down onto the bed and immediately started masturbating himself. Had to keep the erection up no matter what, right?

“Ted, go ahead and lay down like this…”

“…o-ho, I see what we’re doing. Mind if I say the word, first?”

“Agh… go ahead, say it.” Rod groaned, knowing fully well what Ted was about to say. Damn, what a dork, but he couldn’t stay mad at him for too long.

“Nice.”

Ted got down on the bed, directly facing Rod’s cock. Rock, likewise, was engaged in a stare-down with Ted’s stiff member. It was a contest to see who was going to make the first move. Ultimately, Rod decided to take the first move by rolling on top of Ted and getting on his knees. He licked Ted’s cock slowly, letting the taste of his flesh register before going in for the kill. Once he had the taste down, he then began to wrap his mouth around the dick, slowly moving up and down on it.

Ted was the first to moan this time around as Rod went down on his cock, which already glistened with saliva. He decided to take in all of his stepbrother’s meat at once, which he did so on the first try with much ease. He used his tongue with much of the same skill he used it while they were kissing, and Rod could feel it. With his hands he felt up Rod’s backside, that soft, squishy butt of his rivalling even his own. Damn it, this may have been Round 2, but there was no way he was going to make this any less enjoyable.

Rod and Ted were simultaneously sucking each other’s cocks, tasting and swallowing the pre as it entered their mouths. The pair were perfectly in sync, both equally erect, both equally horny, and both equally skilled with their mouths. They’d been having sex together every time they had the chance for three years, and they understood each other perfectly. It was like what Ted said about working with mechanical objects, he knew how to push Rod’s buttons, and in a similar way, Rod knew how to push Ted’s. They were the only ones for each other, and they both knew it.

Rod could feel the pulsing, the throbbing sensation in both of them, their cocks not at all tired from their first round earlier. Was it because they hadn’t fucked in two months? That was the longest time they’d ever gone without sex, so that was the only solution Rod could think of. He hoped that wasn’t the case, he wished they could do this two-round stuff all the time. Whatever it was, it had intensified the pleasure he was receiving tenfold. He lapped up his stepbrother’s precum while his lips serviced the shaft, happy to please and make sure Ted was feeling the same amount of pleasure as he was.

Oh, Ted, certainly was feeling the same. His tail swished violently as he continuously sucked off Rod’s fat, long, juicy… rod. The perfect cock, long but not giant, tasty in all the right ways, and he had it all to himself. He cherished the taste of flesh, of the viscous liquid pouring out. There was one thing he cherished more than that taste, however, and that was the cum that came from it. The sweet, yet salty taste of Rod’s cum was something to die for, and he had a feeling he was right about to get some…

Rod’s hips thrusted, and his cock squirted directly into Ted’s maw. Milky white cum ran down, Ted keeping the cock in his mouth to ensure he got a true taste. What a delicious taste it was, as usual, enough to encourage him to release directly into his stepbrother’s mouth as well. Rod lapped it right up, keeping his mouth wrapped tight around Ted’s still-throbbing cock to swallow everything. He moaned, they both did, but they knew better than to open their mouths. As a wise man once said, “spitters are quitters,” and Rod and Ted were certainly no quitters. No messes, no spills, they drank it all down.

It was a few minutes before Rod finally released his mouth from Ted’s saliva-coated member. His breathing was loud, his movements heavy. Once Ted released himself, Rod rolled off of him and onto the bedsheets, back to shaking once again. This was probably the end of their fun for tonight, but boy, what fun it was. He got to wondering just how they could ever top this, even if they could ever top this.

“T-thank… thank you for… treating my cock right again, bro… woo…!”

“Heh… any time, bro… no chromo, though, haha…”

That last line prompted Rod to burst into laughter. Oh, Ted, what a card. Rod’s laughter proved contagious enough for Ted to join along before shifting himself to face Rod head on. The two embraced in a hug, happy to have each other’s company and settle down for an evening cuddle. Though the two remained naked, junk pressed together, this was a largely wholesome moment for the both of them. Settling down after a long day for an embrace of warmth and fuzz was the best part of either of their evenings. As much as they fucked constantly, they were something in between sibling and lover, perhaps a bit of both. The pair truly loved each other, and nothing, absolutely nothing, would change that.

“Ready to do this again tomorrow, bro?” Rod asked, closing his eyes to further enjoy the sharing of their body heat.

“As always, bro.” Ted happily nuzzled into Rod’s neck, feeling the fluff against him. “As always.”