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A bright orange sun began to set over the horizon of a tropical island with lush greenery all about only interrupted by a few buildings and tents that belonged to the various folk who had migrated here either looking for a home or a vacation. The gentle blues of the sky began to fade away in a wish of hued pink and orange as the twilight began to call the evening. Waves crashing against the shore could be heard spraying in the wind as the salt from the ocean sailed on the wind. Inhabitants of the island came in varieties of creatures standing on two from elephants to birds and more. Most were wandering around the beach near the main docks or at their homes preparing for a sweet evening. A small airport stood at the edge of the docks and typically, it was open at all hours but at the moment, the lights were out and a small sign hung at the entrance saying that the hard workers of the airport were taking a break. The two dodos that ran the airport were nowhere to be seen around their workplace and instead found themselves in a secluded portion of the island around the back where a beach rested beneath a cliff with rocks on either side. They both walked with blue-plumed wings frosted with white at the tips carrying bags and a cooler between them. Both of their beaks were bright yellow kissed with a touch of chocolate at the front. Orville ahead of his brother hummed happily as they arrived at their destination, Wilbur at the back wearing his shades grunting along as he struggled with a few of their things in the back. Even they needed their breaks and two days would be enough for them to enjoy this little island retreat properly.

Once the right spot was found, they dropped their bags and carefully set the cooler in the sand. Orville stretched while Wilbur began to put out the towels and set the parasol up, "Can't believe we finally get a bit of time to ourselves!" He then blinked and tapped a digit at the side of his beak, "I guess, we get a lot of time to ourselves but not enough time out here enjoying the island life!"

Wilbur grunted, "Copy that. Usually feels like we're put to smoke. It isn't all bad though, I guess."

"You got that right! Hours and hours to ourselves and not much else..." They both then hummed before looking at one another, Orville muttering, "Okay, so maybe that is pretty terrible but we find our ways to pass the time. The computer opens up a lot of opportunities!"

Again Orville's brother grunted, "Porn."

Orville stuck his tongue out, "And what do you do all day when you're not flying?"

Wilbur paused what he was doing before shrugging, "Games."

"And?"

The dodo brother wearing shades muttered, "And porn."

They both looked at one another again before chuckling. Together, they set up the rest of their temporary nest. Both of them began to undress once everything was in place. Ties were undone and set inside of their bags, buttons popped and shirts removed and tossed to the sand. Both of the dodos were heavy set with rounded bellies and thick legs. Wilbur set his shades aside in a case tucked away in their bag before he fished through the cooler. He produced two bottles from the bag and took a seat on the beach, offering one to his brother who placed a wing on the bottle and leaned in close to let their beaks meet for a second.

Wilbur's cheeks burst with rosy color beneath the azure plumage as the kiss was sealed, turning his head back and toward the right while speaking, "Should we really be doing that type of thing here?"

Orville tilted his head, "You mean the usual thing? You're still not hung up on it being gay and all, are you?"

Rosy cheeks shifted into a scarlet hue while Wilbur stammered, "I'll have you know that what we do doesn't mean anything. You're the only guy I'll do stuff with so if that makes me Golf Alfa Yankee then uh...Whatever, I know what I am." He then sniffed and rubbed over his beak while continuing, "I'm just worried about doing stuff publically. Other people could see us and that'd be, well, that wouldn't be decent."

"Oh, you silly prude. That shouldn't matter! Everyone here hangs out with most of their junk in the wind anyway so what's there to care? Besides, I'm used to having to take a little risk to get off anyway." Orville then leaned in to nuzzle the other's neck while whispering, "And if anyone sees us, they can join or watch. Simple as that."

A shudder ran the course of the other bird's body as he opened and closed his beak to try and get the words out but nothing came. He had to take a steady breath before he exhaled, "What did you mean by being used to taking a risk."

Orville chuckled, "Sorry bro. I'll only kiss and tell and if you want me to tell, you gotta do the kissing!"

He then backed away with his tongue sticking out while Wilbur huffed and his feathers ruffled, "Fine! Can't be that hard. You do it all the time. Prepare your socks for a thorough knocking."

"Not wearing socks dear."

Wilbur grunted while Orville giggled, bottles being set aside in the sand for now. Both of the disgruntled brother's winged hands came up to grab the other's cheeks. There was a moment where nothing happened and Orville seemed to be sitting at the edge of full-blown laughter. The fluster in Wilbur's cheeks burned further and further until he finally brought his beak over the other's with a quick movement. His tongue came out to beg for entrance and Orville's beak parted readily. Their tongues met together for a sticky kiss that started outside of their beaks before trailing inside. Orville's exploration was slow and methodical, tongue dipping around and twisting against Wilbur's before coming around. Wilbur's tongue darted just a bit more and jerked around, at first, out of uncertainty but then out of hunger and passion. The spit they shared might as well have been sweet nectar as Wilbur's tongue slid against the others and twisted, dipping in deeper as he ignored his need for breath to keep the connection going until finally, they had to part.

Both panted while Wilbur huffed out, "See, told you I was--"

Their beaks met again and this time it was Orville initiating the kiss. His wings curled around the other's body as best as they could while their bellies pressed together, tongue pushing inside of Wilbur's beak to establish an embrace of body and mouth. Wilbur managed to remain steadfast in the face of his brother's passion but soon enough, he was shaking. A wing from Orville moved down between them, bodies separating just enough to let him bring gentle feathered digits over Wilbur's gut and down toward the crotch. Orville's brother shuddered in response to the touch and trembled even further when the back of Orville's wing brushed against Wilbur's twitching shaft. He continued the kiss even as his hand circled around the other's cock until he could grasp it gingerly, pushing one digit up against the head before bringing all of them down to peel back the foreskin. After he did this, he let go with a few digits remaining on Wilbur's round balls.

The kiss ended with a collective sigh while Orville looked down to peer at his brother's cock. That lovely shaft was large enough to make it difficult to grip and long enough to poke out from beneath that chubby belly. He could feel the other's balls with one digit, trace how fat they were while wondering just how much they could produce this time. Again his feathered digits came up to grasp Wilbur's cock while he scooted away to get down on his belly and plant his face between the other's thick thighs. Orville loved pushing his brother's buttons like this. Wilbur was usually in charge with an air of confidence and certainty even in the face of people not quite understanding what he was saying. During these moments, that confidence seemed to dwindle and his words were easier to understand as the layers were stripped one by one until Orville was left with a vulnerable cute brother.

Orville pushed his beak against the other's fat balls, lifting them gently as Wilbur leaned back to accept the nuzzling. There was a strong scent combining with the sharp salt of the ocean urging his own cock to continue rising beneath him against the towel. Beads of sweat touched his beak but he didn't mind at all. Orville's beak opened wide and his tongue slipped out to start sliding against those lovely orbs. Both were lifted by his tongue before he brought his beak underneath them again. Wilbur leaned back and raised his hips just a bit, tail feathers twitching while Orville's tongue slid over the taint and down to the puckered hole. He nearly purred while licking his brother's ass, dipping his tongue inside just a bit before coming back out and then up all the way to the tip of Wilbur's cock.

"Gonna finally tell your Bravo Romeo Oscar about what you were talking about before?" Wilbur rumbled as he adjusted himself with his rear firmly planted on the towel and his legs spread out to give Orville as much room as possible.

A chuckle came from Orville as he nuzzled the head of the other's cock, "You already know I'm no innocent flower. We fuck, we kiss, we cuddle and more. Like I said, I like to look at porn at work and I gotta get off some time so I just go for it and hope no one notices. There are moments where I can't touch myself on busy days so I just stuff a fat toy in my butt and sit there until everyone is gone or when I get a small break."

The twitching shaft that Orville was nuzzling seemed to throb, a line of pre falling from the tip while his brother muttered, "That so? Guess that makes you a regular slut...I'm not much different, I guess. I like to use the backroom or the plane to get off. Sometimes I just uh, use a few feathers or a toy up the y'know, Alpha Sierra Sierra."

To reward his brother for that bit of honesty, Orville opened his beak wide and placed his tongue against the underside of the other's shaft before dragging his head down until the tip of his beak rested neatly beneath the other's belly and against the crotch. He closed his beak just enough to not hurt the other but create a nice little suction as his tongue curled around that lovely cock. Wilbur reacted with a groan, one wing coming over Orville's head to press down as if he were praising a pet. Orville accepted that praise as he began to bob his head up and down with his eyes half-lidded and dreaming of nothing other than the chubby male sitting before him.

The walk from the airport to the back of the island had left both of them sweaty. It added a sticky layer of flavor that clung to his tongue with a gentle sort of warm saltiness mixed with a hint of bitter neither of which overpowered the other. He kept the taste close to his heart and kept on moving his head. A sigh and a groan urged his body to shiver and shake with delight while one of his wings came under his own body to grab his cock and start pumping it. Orville got onto his side with one wing keeping himself up enough to continue suckling on that beautiful cock in his maw. It wasn't long before he felt the throbbing of his brother's shaft pushing against his tongue. That along with a spray of sticky pre in his beak told him that his brother's orgasm would be coming soon. His efforts began to double, head bobbing up and down faster but a gentle touch at his head caused him to pause, eyes looking up at his brother returning the gaze. Wilbur's eyes were at a dreamy slant, beak hanging open to let out a steamy breath.

"Hey." Wilbur began, "Get on your knees and keep your beak open."

Orville brought his beak off the other's cock bit by bit, savoring the sensation of his tongue sliding against that heat before popping off. He then brought himself up onto his knees and opened his beak wide, tongue sticking out with his eyes looking at Wilbur as his brother rose. Feathered digits curled around that fat cock to start pumping it in front of his face. Orville remained still, controlling the curve of his beak to keep a stupid grin off of his face. Each pass of Wilbur's digits along that throbbing length brought another wild twitching until his brother leaned over and grabbed onto his head, grunting as Wilbur began to blow rope after rope of hot cum directly onto his tongue. The temptation to swallow was rising with every addition of that sticky salty liquid on his tongue but he remained still until every drop had gathered in his beak. Orville closed an eye as he felt one of those ropes hit his face but kept his beak open just to let Wilbur see before he clamped it shut and swallowed. Orville opened back up again to show that it was all gone.

An open beak marked the start of conversation from his brother but it stopped as they heard the jingle of a bell and soft words come from a familiar voice, "Um, hello. I...I thought I should let you two know that I uh, I like this spot a lot too."

They both turned to see a golden-furred canine with her hair tied back with a ribbon holding two bells. She wore a wrap around her waist of light green with a top of a similar color. In her arms she held a parasol and towel, eyes peeking from overtop of them.

Wilbur was the first to blurt out, "Isabelle! We uh...Didn't see you there lil Delta Oscar Golf! Just um, give us a minute and we'll get out of your hair."

Orville scrambled up, nearly tripping while his cheeks were hot with embarrassment and just a bit of growing excitement, "Right! Sorry about that!"

"Wait!" They both froze as they heard that word. Both turned to look at Isabelle who was staking her parasol nearby and setting her towel down. She then dusted her thighs off before sitting down with her legs drawn up and her chin set on the knees. Her words then came quiet enough that they needed to lean in to hear it, "If you two um...Want to continue then you can. This isn't just my spot after all and I would feel bad if I kicked you off."

That excitement kept on growing but he held it down while stuttering, "N-now. That's a kind offer but we don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Isabelle shook her head, "I should be apologizing for interrupting an intimate moment! It's just um, I thought it would be nice to sit down, relax and enjoy the sights. Those plans haven't changed! Just...There are new sights to enjoy."

Orville caught her meaning while Wilbur continued to try and stammer out apologies. He set a wing on his brother's shoulder to ease Wilbur while he leaned down to grab a fresh bottle from the cooler and offer it to Isabelle. She smiled and got up to take the bottle and soon, the three of them had moved their towels closer together to start drinking.

In the middle of their peaceful beach trip. Isabelle pointed between Orville's legs, "Y-you know...You can continue taking care of that. I don't mind."

He looked over at Wilbur whose cheeks were stained red beneath the feathers before shrugging, "If you really want to watch that, I guess I don't see the problem. Mind assuming the position, Wilbur?"

Wilbur couldn't even talk at this point but he got on all fours with his fat rump in the air. Orville smiled in response and fished through their bag until he found a bottle. He then brought himself down onto his knees to plant a hand on the other's ass and spread slowly, beak coming down to press between them and nuzzle that lovely puckered hole. His beak opened wide and his tongue came out to drag from that lovely hole down to the balls before coming back up to continue between the other's rear cheeks. Orville didn't bother checking on Isabelle but he could only imagine what she was thinking as he ate his brother's ass out. Normally he would spend more time savoring the sweat, loving the way his brother squirmed and huffed but right now the excitement that had seemed so small before was pulsing at his gut. When he finished his brief worship of his brother's fat ass, he popped the cap off of the lube and poured a healthy amount onto the hole, drizzling it out onto his cock as well. Two feathered digits began to poke and prod Wilbur's ass while he set aside the lube. It didn't take long before his digits slipped inside and a third soon joined proving that his brother had been practicing. Excitement throbbed in his heart as he pulled his digits out slowly and placed a hand on his cock. He took a chance to look at Isabelle and could see her tail behind her appearing as it flicked from side to side while those lovely eyes of hers were drawn in wide circles.

Digits squeezed around his shaft to ease the tip against his brother's ass, his body trembling while he started to edge it in. The feeling of those eyes on his body urged his hips to roll and push until the tip popped inside and he thrust with a sudden chirp. A good portion of his cock stretched those tight insides causing his brother to squawk in response. As he leaned down to put his beak next to the other's head, he muttered quietly enough that only his brother could hear, "Bet you want to breed Miss Isabelle there. Show her how much that fat dick of yours can fit inside of her. Even if you're not...I know I am. Luckily there's plenty to drink for all of us."

Wilbur's insides tightened and the only thing he could say in response was a quiet, "Shut up."

That told him all he needed to know as his hips began to pump like pistons already. Maybe he would have usually taken it easier, maybe he would have normally felt compelled to enjoy every single second of this situation with care but a fire had been lit by those watching eyes and he wanted Isabelle to see what he could do. His hips pushed, belly and crotch pressing against the other's fat rump and back as he ground himself forward over and over again. Wilbur kept his noises to a minimum, grunting, sighing, panting and huffing until suddenly; a moan poured out into the twilight air causing Isabelle to shudder while her legs squeezed together. That sight off the edge of his vision caused him to stop, his body leaning back so he could place a wing on his brother's fat rump and pull out slowly. Inch by inch his cock slipped out of his brother's ass while those tight insides clung to his shaft. When the tip was about to pop out of that lovely pucker, he slammed all the way in. It caused Wilbur to moan and he looked up again to see Isabelle squeezing those cute legs together. He repeated the motion over and over again, Wilbur jerking forward with every thrust.

A desire to see Isabelle with her digits between her legs working her pussy while watching them began to roll through his body urging his hips to move harder to show the dog what he would love to do to her. It was those eyes on him that kept the fire in his body burning and at the same time made it more difficult to hold back. Orville finally had to pull out but not because he needed to cum. Both of his wings grabbed onto the other's hips to tug Wilbur onto his back. Legs were drawn out by the ankles while he got himself back inside and started thrusting like a desperate feral creature.

He leaned down all the way and sighed quietly, "Sorry. She's just right there watching. If I have you like this then she can see more and she'll definitely get a kick out of seeing my cum making a line from your crotch to your cute beak."

Wilbur's cheeks burned, words caught in a moan that made them impossible to understand while Orville continued pounding away at his brother's senses. It was easy to say that he wanted to paint Wilbur from belly to beak but his hips kept on jerking forward over and over again to let his cock feel those tight insides sucking him deeper. It felt as if he were being milked by that tight rear, inner walls clinging to his shaft. He kept his head lowered against his brother's, cheek to cheek as he gasped and shut his eyes tight. Orville could still imagine the dog's eyes on them, watching their heated exchange beneath the setting sun out in the open where anyone could see them. Just a few more thrusts and he would be close enough to pull out and pump a load all over his brother and yet, he wanted to stay inside.

Soft sounds came like a song from his brother's beak as Wilbur opened wide to let his pleasure be known. The usual gruff tone had been replaced by gentle chirps and groans that curled down his back and pushed him to keep moving. His brother's wings curled around his shoulders as best as they could to cling to his body and such hunger expressed by his brother nearly pushed him toward the feral edge. He slammed his hips forward, digging his cock in as deep as it would go with every thrust while his hips moved rapidly with a sort of passion that teetered on desperation. A few more pushes and the other's wings came out to rest on the towel to brace himself against Orville's constant pounding.

Warmth and pressure crashed in his gut against the dam of his endurance. His mind had been mired in a fog fueled by the thought of those innocent eyes watching him and his brother fucking as well as the sound of his brother's moans twisting in his head. Finally, he could hold back no more and his orgasm began to pour out from the tip. Heavy ropes stained the inside of his brother's ass, hot cum filling him in an amount almost enough to add just a little extra roundness to that lovely belly. He remembered halfway through his orgasm about what he wanted to show Isabelle and so he brought himself back and began pulling out slowly, savoring the feeling of his brother's ass clinging to his cock before he yanked it out all the way and began painting his brother's crotch, belly, and even beak. The first rope that shot out onto Wilbur's body managed to travel the full distance, the rest petering out until he had a nice display for Isabelle to see. Of course, his eyes were on Isabelle as his feathered digits continued pumping faster and faster until he was done. Her cheeks were a brightened red, her legs squeezing together tight as she set aside an empty bottle.

Wilbur was the first among the trio to speak with a breath, "I'm heading into the water to clean off."

Orville blinked, "Oh yeah, I'll do the same."

Their audience cleared her throat, "I uh...Okay. I'll be here."

Together, the dodo brothers got up and headed into the water until it rose over their guts. Both dipped beneath the water's surface to wash off the sweat and cum and when they got back up, Orville muttered, "Y'know...I'm still pretty horny."

"Want another round then Bravo Romeo Oscar?" Wilbur asked, a wing beneath the water grabbing Orville's cock.

Orville smiled and placed both wings around the other's waist while thrusting closer, shaft twitching back to attention as he chuckled, "Always, but I was thinking that we had a third wheel with us that we could bring into our game. I mean, just a little bit more of that stuff she's drinking down and I'm sure she'd be down for anything. I'm sure with a few more bottles you'll get the confidence for it too."

Wilbur looked back at Isabelle on the shore while he grunted, "Guess you're not wrong, plumed planner. Lead on then."

He grinned and squeezed his brother, "Copy that big boy. Come on. Let's go entertain our guest."

They got back to the beach with cocks twitching in the air still. Both of them toweled off before taking out more bottles from the cooler to set them down in the send and offer another to Isabelle. They sat together and drank again in a manner that seemed to work as a cooldown period. The red had faded from Isabelle's cheeks but her eyes occasionally strayed between their legs while she drank. They talked about work-life and how things could be difficult without a break and how it felt that no one else could ever do their job. The trio even sighed and bemoaned how it felt nerve-wracking to take breaks because it felt like no one else could do their jobs. While their conversation was genuine, it was the perfect distraction to keep the drinks flowing. Isabelle barely seemed to pay attention to how many empty bottles were near her and soon, a flush began to appear on her cheeks. Her words now came with a bit of slurring after the fourth bottle and she giggled at the smallest things. Orville seemed his usual self if not a bit red-cheeked as well but Wilbur's demeanor had switched to one similar to Isabelle's with a bit more snorting. They sat side by side, thighs pressed together with the dodo wrapping a wing around the canine as they drank and giggled.

Such tittering festivity between the trio meant that the time was ripe but before Orville could make his move, Wilbur was already acting. Feathered digits trailed to the back of Isabelle's top where they looped through the back and Wilbur began with a chuckle, "You're over-equipped for this job in my eyes. Two of us have been down to bare bones for the whole time but here you are with everything bunkered down."

Isabelle's words came with a few hushed giggles behind them, "Oh...Well, I guess that's because I didn't expect to be in this type of situation but I guess I could. Don't see the harm in it anyway."

Before she could start, Orville got up and stood in front of her, cock and balls on full display as he placed a hand atop of the shaft while speaking, "And we've been the only ones to have fun. How about you join in on the next round or three?"

"W-wow that's...That's a really tempting offer but I don't know." She said with a stammer.

Despite her tentative words, her tail was swishing from side to side. Wilbur's feathered digits at her back were already working the hooks of her top off to let it fall, Isabelle only gasping for a moment before a crooked smile crossed her face as Wilbur's beak touched her neck. His brother began to peck her neck over and over again while his other wing slipped down her front through the wrap and over the crotch to hook feathered digits and slide them inside.

Isabelle squeaked, trembling as Orville slid his cock along her cheek, "W-wait I don't know if--"

Her words were cut off by a sweet sigh as Wilbur's digits dug in deeper, his beak opening to pinch down on a bit of her neck gently. Meanwhile, Orville began stroking his cock against her cheek, sliding the tip to her mouth to start urging it forward. Isabelle obliged with a whine, tongue sliding beneath his shaft while her mouth opened to let him in. That little acceptance of his cock in her mouth had signaled Wilbur to take things a step further. His digits slipped out of her wrap and he moved to take her hips and drag them out so she was laying on her back. Isabelle's head still faced to the side to tend to Orville's cock while Wilbur tugged her wrap and bottoms off. Legs were spread apart by eager wings as Wilbur's beak moved between her legs and opened wide to let his tongue out. A soft groan rolled around his cock as Wilbur began lapping away at the canine's heat. Orville could feel the alcohol mixing with the fog in his mind to wash down his body as he watched his brother eat out Isabelle's pussy. She hadn't even given them the okay but she was still suckling dutifully on his cock while squirming from her brother's attention. Hips pushed forward to keep his high going and his shaft dragging deeper into her warm mouth inch by inch. She didn't gag and didn't complain, the bells in her hair ringing as she kept on bobbing her head forward to accept his advances.

Every movement of his brother's tongue seemed to bring out another noise from the canine sucking down his shaft. He took a peek and saw that Wilbur had his beak open all the way with his wings holding her hips up just enough so that he could get all of his tongue inside of her pussy. At the same time, Orville was just bringing his balls against her chin while her nose pushed up against his crotch underneath his rounded belly. He raised his beak to let out a sigh as he ground his hips against her face to keep himself rooted in her throat and drown in the sensation of her warm maw drooling around his shaft. Violent trembling brought his attention down so he could see her legs closing around Wilbur's head, his brother's beak closing on her crotch as his tongue twisted and darted forward until she stopped her squirming and whining. He watched as his brother's tongue began to slide out of Isabelle's pussy. To mimic the motion, Orville brought his cock out of the canine's mouth bit by bit until she was suckling only on the tip. The rest of his shaft was covered in strings of spittle connected to his balls and crotch.

When he pulled out of her mouth entirely, he breathed out, "Seems like she's ready for the main event. Get her legs spread and get ready for lift-off brother."

Wilbur brought himself up onto his knees between her legs while grunting, "Copy that! Ever been on this ride Isabelle?"

Isabelle muttered, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over, "W-well, Mr. Nook and I sometimes drink together and do things like this. He's always used a condom though."

Any further concern or complaint that she might've had needed to wait as Orville brought himself down over her face with his knees at the sides of her head while his fat rump and balls rested on her head, "Here. Instead of worrying about that, I think it would be better if you kissed this."

A few squirms and a whine came from beneath him but her lips soon started to move beginning at his balls to give each orb loving kisses while Wilbur took hold of his cock and edged the tip against his rear. His heart throbbed as he watched his brother begin to spread those lovely outer lips apart to ease that fat cock into Isabelle's pussy. Gradual movements turned into a firm thrust as Wilbur bottomed out inside of her. A whistle came from Orville as his brother's hips started to dart back and forth to rut the golden-furred canine. Her body arched up in response to the sudden invasion. The lips on his balls seemed to tremble while he began to grind them on her face. When he felt her tongue on his fat orbs, he moved his rear onto her mouth to let her start working on his ass.

Grunts and huffs poured from his brother between the canine's legs rutting away like a wild beast while Orville was left to watch in awe with a wing on his cock to stroke quietly awaiting his turn. Any sort of inhibition or concern had been wiped off of his brother's smiling beak as those chubby hips kept on dragging forward over and over again. Isabelle's noises were muffled by his fat ass but he could still hear and feel the vibration of her moans getting through as her pussy was thoroughly bred. He didn't bother with compliments or cheering his brother on but instead acted as a silent fan watching from a comfortable seat as Wilbur performed for him. For a moment, their eyes met and their beaks moved to press together and part, tongues twisting and dancing while gentle feathered digits came up to clutch each other's cheeks. The faint taste of sweetened alcohol did nothing to keep him from lavishing his brother with kisses while their hips moved at the same time. One moved to bring himself deep inside of Isabelle, pounding her pussy with wild determination while Orville kept pressing his ass down onto Isabelle's face to smother her.

Mouths parted with Orville breathing out to the air with a sweet chirp and a smile as he watched his brother leaned forward and grab Isabelle's hips to really drive his cock into her like a powerful piston. The little signs were there that his brother was close and he traced them each with his eyes and a flutter in his heart. Eyes shut tight and beak clamped down tight, wings squeezing around something for support while those thrusts got a bit more erratic. He would have to watch his brother fuck someone more often if it was going to be so breathtaking. A dominating display was being presented before him and he watched with every intention to drink in every little detail.

A grunt came from his brother before a long groan rolled off of his beak. Orville watched as those wild thrusts slowed down into a gentle rocking back and forth. Meanwhile, Isabelle's efforts turned chaotic as her tongue darted here and there, freezing before continuing. One of his wings moved down to feel over her abdomen as it rose with every rope of cum being planted inside of her. He was certain that she was being thoroughly bred, certain that she was loving every second and he couldn't wait for his turn. The awaited pull out only happened halfway just so Orville could see his brother's dick throbbing as it worked to fill Isabelle. Not a single drop of Wilbur's orgasm spilled anywhere but inside of the canine. When his brother pulled out, it was only to lay his spent shaft on her thigh and exhale to the air in victorious satisfaction.

Orville chirped, "My turn?"

Wilbur sat back and scooted aside to fish through the cooler and take out a fresh drink. As he cracked open the bottle he responded, "Copy that Bravo Romeo Oscar. I'll be here taking a bit of R and R before my next tour."

Cool sparks ran down his back as he thought of taking his turn in this little game as he got off of Isabelle's face. She used her newfound freedom to moan out to the air, body trembling while Orville sat in front of her and brought her up. Orville helped her sit on his lap, her arms around his shoulders, her chest falling and rising against his. When he urged her to with a pat on her rear, she lifted her hips slowly until he could position the tip of his cock with the entrance of her pussy. Isabelle's grip tightened around his body while she breathed out against his neck.

"You okay Isabelle?" He said with a chuckle.

The only answer she could give was a nod and a nuzzle on his neck. Almost as soon as she gave her answer, he brought the tip of his cock inside of her and started the process of lowering her on his shaft by the hips. Feathered digits pushed through the fur to clasp onto her supple hips, his beak opening in a sigh as he treasured the feeling of her warm insides clinging around his shaft. The additional sensation of his brother's cum lubing the way brought a shudder up his back as he thought of adding his own load to this magnificence. Isabelle moaned, her voice trailing next to his head as she clung to his body as tightly as she could manage. She had no trouble fitting every inch of his cock thanks to the stretching his brother gave her.

Billowing warmth struck his chest as he began to drag her hips up only to bring her back down. He started working her hips with short and gentle motions that focused on slowly stretching her over his cock causing her to sigh and roll her hips toward him. Isabelle had entirely melted, letting every little inhibition wash away with the tide of the sea. Her moans were broken apart with little squeaks that came as he thrust up inside of her harder with each bounce. Isabelle's claws dug through the feathers at his back and he swore he heard her cursing but not to bemoan her situation but to ask for more.

Pressure building in his gut told him that he was already close but it wasn't a surprise considering he had been receiving a tongue lashing while watching his brother work so diligently. Even now he could feel his brother's gaze pushing him closer to an early climax even though he wanted this to last. Orville slowed down a bit to let himself enjoy the tug and pull of her heated insides on his throbbing shaft. Isabelle's hips move faster in response as if she didn't want him to slow down, didn't want him to hold back. Such thoughts brought his hips back to jerking up to bounce her wildly on his lap causing her noises to turn to a sweet song that played over the crashing ocean on the shore. Faster and faster his hips moved while he clung onto her body, cheek pressed against hers as he felt his orgasm start to pour out into her. Thick seed painted her wall joining the mix of her arousal and his brother's pooling deep inside of her. He groaned and chirped while his hips kept on rocking toward her until he could feel nothing else pouring out.

Wilbur and Orville both continued taking turns like this. One sat out nursing a cool drink while the other put Isabelle in different positions. Orville favored breeding her pussy at all times no matter what. Even if he humped her thighs or used her throat he would blow his load into her pussy. Wilbur, on the other hand, preferred her rear and would violently pound her while holding her in place by the hair, the legs and sometimes with the arms held back and her shaky legs propping herself up. The last thing they did with Isabelle, was stroke themselves over her face, their cocks pressed against her cheeks as the panting canine waited with open mouth. Jets of warm cum poured out onto her tongue and face, staining her with their mark and capping off their evening.

The next day, the pair returned to the private beach for their last day off. This time, they choose to sunbathe with their backs planted to towels and their eyes shut as they let the daytime sun warm them. While they relaxed, they heard a familiar voice and a bell jingle nearby, "Hey boys!"

Orville sat up and looked toward the side to see Isabelle standing there in a skirt and button-up shirt, "Dressed a bit much for the beach? Even if you're not planning on having a repeat of yesterday."

Isabelle's cheeks flushed but the smile didn't fade as she answered, "Well, I thought we should spend some time together today again but in a different place. I had so much fun yesterday I figured, why not splurge a bit?"

Both of the dodo brothers looked toward Isabelle with tilted heads and frowned as she pulled out nook miles tickets. Those frowns soon faded as they got up and got a closer look to see that the tickets were not the usual ones. Typically, they would be the ones running and flying the planes taking people to different islands with those tickets but this one was for a boat ride.

"See...I thought you two are always helping people from place to place. I figured that a trip with someone else doing the ferrying would be fun! Plus, a bit of ocean fishing with drinks and friends sounds great to me!" She said with her tail swishing from side to side.

The brothers took the tickets gently before Orville beamed, "We'd be happy to join you and are you sure about drinking with us again?"

That fluster on her cheeks grew just a bit, excitement building in Orville as she said with a giggle, "Of course. I'd drink with you two anytime."

With that said, the three collected their things and headed off the beach to prepare for a different trip.