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Fun little story I decided to whip up while running through ideas in my head. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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"Have they left yet?" Ryan called from his bedroom, his voice echoing down the hallway.

"No, mom is still fumbling with the glove compartment," Dakota called back to his twin. Ryan's room faced the backyard, which is how Dakota had gotten stuck as lookout until their parents were gone.

Ryan only made a disgusted sound, and maybe mumbled something under his breath that Dakota couldn't hear. The gray-furred wolf just stared out the window, barely able to make out his parents in the SUV below. It was snowing on the shortest day of the year, and the black vehicle was hard to see, even with its headlights on.

Dakota felt his phone buzz in his paws, and he glanced down to see a message from his brother. "Gone yet?" he read, lips curling up at the corners out of amusement. He glanced back out the window and saw the cabin light go out. A few seconds passed before the headlights came into view, then disappeared. "They're gone!" Dakota shouted.

Heavy footfalls shook the upstairs as Ryan came barreling down the hallway, skidding on the hardwood floors before hitting Dakota's carpet. Unlike Dakota, Ryan had dyed his fur a light blue, which their mom had only allowed because it made it easier for her to tell apart. "Really? We're free?"

"We're free," Dakota confirmed, grinning at the goofy expression on his brother's face. He always thought it was kind of cute, even though he worried that if he made that face, he'd look dumb-something he knew was irrational considering they looked exactly alike.

Ryan let out a whoop of excitement and bounded forward to squeeze Dakota to his chest before giving him a shove back onto his bed. "Come on! Let's order some food and get fucking wasted!" the wolf shouted, running back down the hall to his room.

Dakota let out a whoomph of expelled breath as he hit his bed. He didn't bother to move as, soon enough, Ryan was back, phone in hand, and throwing himself back onto the bed. "I don't think wasted is the right word."

Ryan was scrolling through food options, looking for something good. "Smashed? Oh wait, blitzed, right?"

"Yeah, blitzed." Dakota wiggled about on the bed until his head was pressed against Ryan's.

They both stared up at the screen in silence for a good minute, Ryan swiping through options and gauging whether Dakota wanted it by that special twin-sense they had from growing up together. Ryan's finger finally clicked a nearby place that did fried foods and he felt Dakota's interest sharpen. "What do you want?"

"Fried cod, chicken strips, and cheese curds," Dakota said.

Dakota clicked two of each of those except the cheese curds, where he selected mozzarella sticks for himself. Their parents wouldn't mind them ordering food for the next week as long as they didn't go crazy with it. Besides, they were going overseas for Christmas to visit their sister, who was currently on her first year studying abroad. That was way more expensive than a few nights of takeout.

"Thirty-five minutes. Do you wanna start smoking?" Ryan asked, turning his head to look at Dakota.

"I heard we should wait until we're about to eat before smoking. Supposed to make it hit harder."

Ryan's nose scrunched up and he shook his head. "No, that's for edibles. Oh! But Kim got us some of those, too! Wanna take one when we're about to eat?"

Dakota grinned and nodded. "Yeah, that'll be good. Do you know what you wanna play tonight? Or we going to watch something?"

"I was thinking just watch something or listen to music and just talk." The blue wolf pushed himself up from the bed and snatched his phone. "Just in case we pass out down there, I'm going to move some stuff down there. Make a fort, if you will."

Dakota's ears perked up and he couldn't help his tail from twitching. When they were little, they used to make forts in the basement living room and watch cartoons or play games together. Wasn't something they'd done in years. "Hah, you're not going to actually make one, right?"

"Nah, I think it'd be a bit difficult. But don't worry about it, I'll put some stuff together if you wanna just..." Ryan let the sentence trail off, not knowing what to suggest. He just gave his brother a shrug and then took off.

"I guess I'll just-" Dakota said, shrugging his shoulders mockingly, though he was still grinning. He grabbed his phone and headed downstairs to the ground floor living room so he could listen for the delivery guy while playing on his phone.

Dakota sent a text to their older sister, not sure if she'd still be awake. "Mom and dad just left for the airport."

He had hardly left the messaging app when the reply came through. "Mom just told me. You guys excited?"

Dakota's tail thumped against the couch, glad that he'd been able to catch Kim before she went to sleep. "Yeah, we just ordered some junk food. Going to take some edibles after the food gets here."

"ONE!" Kim's reply came through quickly, followed by more typing. "ONLY TAKE ONE. You might not feel anything but taking it with food should help. Just remember that you can't really... UN-high. so go easy at first."

The younger wolf rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. We're only going to do one. And maybe use the vape pens after a while if we don't really feel anything."

"Good. Hope you guys had a good time. You have no idea what kinda things I had to do to get Lilly to bring you that weed. Tell me all about it, okay?" Kim's messages came through across multiple lines.

Kim had told him that she'd felt bad that they weren't coming overseas, but that she'd make it up to them with a special surprise that they could enjoy while their parents were away. It wasn't yet legal in their state, but the border was right there, they just weren't old enough to buy it themselves. "We'll tell you everything. It should be great. Try to guilt mom and dad a little bit about not bringing us, though, okay?"

"I can only guilt dad. Mom is your problem. Anyway, it's almost 1am here. Going to bed. Have fun!"

"Night Kimmy!" Dakota dropped his phone on his chest and leaned back into the couch, glancing over at Ryan who leapt up the stairs from the basement and continued up to the second floor. "Kimmy told us to go easy and have fun."

"Hell yeah! It's go-" Ryan's voice cut off as he disappeared down the hall and into his bedroom. "-she said, but I think that's only a girl thing."

Dakota hadn't been paying much attention, but he just grunted in the affirmative. "Uh, right."

Ryan flew down both sets of stairs again, and Dakota went back to his phone, waiting for their food.

The food, thankfully, arrived sooner than expected, and the twin wolves carted the hot boxes of food down into the basement, tails wagging excitedly. Ryan had already raised the coffee table's surface up from its hinges so that it hung a bit over the couch, brought down some plates, paper towels, and silverware.

"Oh, look at you, setting the table for our date," Dakota teased, crawling onto the couch to behind the raised tabletop.

Ryan stuck his tongue out as he joined his brother behind the table. "Whatever. It's nice to finally get an excuse to use this thing."

Dakota snorted as he began piling food onto his plate before spearing a chicken tender with his fork to dip it in some of the sauce they'd gotten. "Mom would probably freak, too."

"Hah, yeah... but like, it's leather! You can't stain leather."

"What? Course you can. Do you think it just comes in all colors or something?" Dakota said around a mouthful of chicken.

Ryan sat there for a few seconds, chewing on his own food while thinking. "Yeah, well, do you think your face?" he sneered, though it was in good fun.

Dakota jabbed at him with his fork. "Have you ever had a nightmare about it?"

"About what?" Ryan asked.

"The time when we spilled that entire fucking drink all over the cushions," Dakota clarified, shuddering.

"YES! You have, too?" Ryan asked, choking on some of his food in his excitement.

Dakota nodded gravely. "Oh yeah, totally. I don't think I've ever seen her so mad."

"What about the time we set the leaf pile on fire?" Ryan reminded him.

Dakota tilted his head back and forth. "Eh, maybe? I was behind her when she was yelling, so I didn't see her face for it."

It was Ryan's time to shudder as he thought back at the incident. "Oh, it was just as bad. Worse? Maybe. Don't remember too well."

Dakota shrugged and almost took another bite of food before he yelped in surprise. "The gummies!"

Ryan fumbled his fork and almost lost it. "Shit, that spooked me," he mumbled before grabbing the small, paper bag that was on the ground next to the couch. "Don't worry, it's not too late."

Dakota watched with rapt attention as the paper bag was opened, and a small, plastic bottle was pulled out. "Oooh, yes. This is going to be so much fun."

"So much fun." Ryan echoed.

"Remember, Kim said to only take one each."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Here. You can have a purple one." The wolf fished out a second, green one and popped it into his mouth.

Dakota chewed on his, grimacing at the taste. "I don't know what I expected, but it kinda tastes bad."

"Well, it's not supposed to be candy," Ryan said, swallowing the rest of his before taking a big drink of water to clear the taste from his mouth. "Doesn't linger, at least."

The grey wolf did the same and then sat there in silence with his brother for a few seconds, both of them knowing nothing would happen right away, but still, for some reason, expectant. "Well, now we... just wait?"

"And eat!"

They ordered enough food to have leftovers for at least one more meal if not two, and Ryan was kind and took everything back upstairs. About forty-five minutes had passed, and Dakota was considering whether or not they should eat a second edible, just to see. When Ryan reappeared, he was reading the little bottle of gummies and pondering.

"What happened to, "Kim said only eat one"?" Ryan teased, flopping down onto the couch after he closed the hinged top of the coffee table.

"She said we should wait to see before having a second! We waited." Despite that, Dakota just frowned and tossed the container onto the coffee table. "But you're right. I don't wanna risk it."

Ryan grabbed the little bag and pulled out a couple of small, rectangular boxes. "So... what about the vape pens?"

Dakota pursed his lips before taking one of the boxes. "Yeah, alright. Let's do it." He pulled out the pen and turned it around in his paws, a little confused. "Do we just... suck on it or something?"

Ryan checked the box, then the bag, and found nothing useful. "Um, I guess so?" Experimentally, he put the tip to his lips and sucked in hard. Seconds later he was coughing up a bunch of smoke and flailing about for his water.

Dakota quickly handed it to him, a little apprehensive about trying the vape pen now. "Are you... going to die?"

Ryan swallowed some water, coughed a few more times, nodded, then drank some more water. "I'm fine," he rasped, before coughing one last time. "Ow."

"Maybe I'll just... not." Dakota was about to put the pen back into the box when Ryan shot his hand out.

"No, I think I just did that way too hard," he said, sipping at his water again. "Just suck on it really gentle and stuff."

Dakota thought about poking fun at the wording but decided to let it go. "Fine. Here goes." He leaned forward and grabbed his own water to have it close, then took a hit off his pen.

At first, he wasn't sure if he was getting anything, but after a few seconds he could taste the smoke in his mouth. He inhaled and let up, then exhaled a small cloud of smoke like Ryan had. And then he started coughing. It wasn't as violently as Ryan had, thankfully, and it cleared up fast.

"Yeah! Must be better at sucking than I am," Ryan teased, earning a glare from Dakota. He put his pen back to his muzzle and tried taking another, smaller hit, and was pleased not to break into another coughing fit. "Oh, wow... either it's faster this way, or the edibles are kicking in, cause I do feel a bit dizzy and stuff."

The pair kept at it with their vape pens, getting better at judging how much to inhale before they'd start coughing. Thirty minutes passed and they'd depleted both their drinks, dimmed the lights, and put some wordless Lo-Fi music on the TV. Both of the wolves were slumped down hard into the couch cushions, feet resting on the table as their minds reeled from the effects of the drugs.

"I... I thought it would be different," Dakota said, running a paw through his black headfur. Unlike Ryan, he kept his short on the sides with more of a long mane that fell to one side.

"Hmm?" Ryan was slumped even further down, his upper back almost on the seat cushions. He didn't even look over at Dakota but just idly scrolled along on his phone through memes he had saved, chuckling now and then.

Dakota shivered and hugged himself. "I just feel like... like I feel everything a lot more."

"Whatcha mean?" Ryan rolled his head to the side to look at his brother, eyes unfocused and mind still fuzzy.

"Like, feel. Feel things with fingers. It feels really good to like, I dunno, rub my paws over the carpet," he said, doing so. "And it feels kinda cold even though it's like, seventy in here."

Ryan's mouth opened in a silent, "oh," and he just nodded. "Yeah, okay. Feels good to run my paws over my fur and stuff."

Dakota's mind felt like an odd combination of sluggish and overactive at the same time. Thoughts seemed to pass through his mind and vanish before he could react to them. "Mm, I thought you were supposed to get all hungry and stupid."

"We already ate and you're already stupid," Ryan said, sticking his tongue out at Dakota.

Dakota's eyes narrowed as he turned and glared at his twin who just stared back innocently. Barely two seconds passed before they both burst out laughing. It took almost a minute for them to stop, and Ryan even had to wipe tears from his eyes.

"Oh man, I feel all floaty and fuzzy," Ryan said, a few more chuckles coming from his muzzle while wiping his eyes. "It feels nice."

"And dizzy." Dakota closed his eyes and swayed back and forth, his muscles twitching occasionally with odd little jolts. "And tingly. I kinda wonder wh-"

"I wonder what it's like to jack off." Ryan cut in, one of his paws idly tracing down over the edge of his pajama pants.

Dakota's muzzle snapped shut in surprise and he just stared at Ryan in surprise. "W-what?"

"Jack off," Ryan said again, trying to jerk his wrist back and forth, but just flopping his paw around like a limp fish. "You know, cause everything feels all tingly, so I bet that would feel good. Like, really, really good."

Dakota sat there, unsure what to really think. They'd always been close, but not like that. He hadn't even seen Ryan naked for years, even if he'd wanted to. "Kind of... a weird thing to bring up, a little, right?" His mouth felt dry, and his eyes locked on Ryan's paw.

The blue paw was resting on Ryan's inner thigh, a blue finger tracing over a barely-visible outline in the dark grey fabric. "Oh, uh... hah, I guess I just didn't think about it." Ryan's fingers stopped and a couple more joined, just resting. "I mean, we're basically the same person, right?"

"What? Oh, cause what, we're twins... duh." Dakota said, one of paws sliding down to hook a thumb on his waistband. He felt like his brain was lagging a second behind his mouth.

Ryan snickered to himself and grabbed his cup to try and get a bit more water from the ice that had melted. "I mean, yeah. I mean, if we have the same DNA, then don't we have like... the same dick? So, I've already seen yours, and verse... versa."

Dakota wasn't sure if this was some sort of joke, or if Ryan really thought that. It made sense in a weird way, and he really did want to just grind his sheath into something after watching his brother. "So, what... what uh, do you... should we do?"

Ryan's muzzle scrunched up, looking curiously at Dakota as if remembering who he was talking to. "Oh, um-I forgot it was you for a sec-I... do you..."

Dakota felt a sudden spike of anxiety, worried that maybe it had been a joke, or mistake. "Do I...?"

Ryan coughed and looked down at his lap, resting his paw over it. "Um, do you think we have the same... you know, cock?"

Dakota's muzzle opened in confusion, and he hesitated. "Uh, sure, right? We look the same, and-"

"So, you have a really thick, thick sheath, too, right?" Ryan said, cutting his twin off.

Dakota felt his sheath pulse in excitement at hearing that and the sudden image it invoked. "Uhm... yeah?"

Ryan was squirming ever so slightly, and he had to move his paw from his sheath to rub his arms to warm himself. "Ooh, do you ever... you know, stick your fingers in it?"

"I... did once, but that was a while ago." Dakota mumbled, feeling embarrassed for admitting it, but he wasn't going to waste a chance to hear his brother go on. He'd never consider himself submissive, but he always had a hard time taking the lead when it came to doing things with his brother. "Is it fun?"

Ryan shot him a quick, mischievous grin. "Do you want me to show you?" he asked, turning his body towards the grey wolf at his side, his shaggy, black hair halfway escaped from his ponytail and obscuring one eye.

Dakota shuddered as a tingle of pleasure shot down his spine at those words. "Sh-show me?"

Ryan struggled against the couch and rolled towards the gray wolf, sliding from the cushions to kneel at the side. "Get your legs down, here..."

Dakota couldn't help but let out an embarrassed whine as his brother's paws were suddenly tugging on his pajama pants. He had some private fantasy about him and Ryan getting up to something, but he hadn't known whether or not he could actually do it. Now here he was, and he realized that there was no chance he was going to turn down this opportunity.

Ryan tugged Dakota's pajama pants down to his ankles and tossed them to the side, eyes glued to the thick, fuzzy gray sheath in front of his muzzle. "Damn... I mean, it's the same as mine, but like... it seems bigger when it's in your face," he said, chuckling as he reached a paw out to grip it.

The overly-large sheath filled Ryan's blue paw and he squeezed the fuzzy pouch with his fingers to feel the swelling member within. Dakota squirmed and tried not to arch up into his brother's paw. It felt so good, and being high was sending little jolts of electricity through his muscles, making them spasm. He felt so warm and fuzzy, and his brain fogged over his inhibitions, letting him just embrace the moment.

Ryan had had similar desires the past couple years, though his interest was a bit more specific. He'd always liked own, thick sheath, and how he could stroke his sheath back and forth over his engorged knot with how stretchy it was. His light, earthy musk something he always caught on his fingers after teasing them into the loose pouch before tugging it back up over his knot. With Dakota, there was a lot more he could try.

"Damn... you really don't play with your sheath at all?" Ryan asked, tugging down on the thick tube and watching as a couple inches of pick flesh came into view before disappearing back into the hefty sheath. His other paw joined the fray and a blue fingertip started prodding at the entrance of Dakota's sheath.

The gray wolf arched his back and let his head press hard back into the couch cushion. Everything he felt was amplified by the THC and he found both of his paws stroking up under his shirt and through his fur, enjoying how his fingers ran trails against the fur on his stomach. "No... it never really... occurred to me or anything like that," he mumbled, one eye closed while the other watched his brother's paws.

Ryan tugged down on Dakota's sheath and slid a finger on either side of it, making its owner jump in surprise. "It always feels really good, but I think most aren't as thick or stretchy." He finished this by pulling Dakota's sheath back upwards, his fingers disappearing into the furry pouch before he wiggled them about.

Dakota wasn't entirely certain he'd have said it felt good. Overwhelming seemed far more accurate to him, but before he could say anything, the fingers started to swirl around, making his legs go numb. "Oh... wow. That feels..."

"Good?" Ryan asked, carefully sliding a third finger into the wolf's sheath and watching him squirm around on the couch. There was plenty of room for his fingers to tease and stroke along the inner walls, sometimes turning to trail along Dakota's hidden member.

The wolf grunted and leaned back hard into the couch, toes curling. "Feels... kinda weird. But not bad? I feel like I can feel everything." He could feel his length stir and pulse with arousal, but it didn't even crowd his brother's fingers.

"It's... actually really fun to do it to you. Like, I always wanted to play with someone else's sheath, but I thought you'd be weird about it," Ryan mumbled, his hot breath washing over his twin's sheath from how close his muzzle was. "Can I try something else?" Ryan asked as he pulled his shirt off.

"Ngh?" Dakota mumbled, barely hearing the question as his own shirt was tugged off. He felt the fingers slide free, and when he lifted his head, he could see Ryan's muzzle closing the distance with his sheath. Instinctively, he wanted to push his brother away, thinking this was all some sort of prank, but...

Ryan let out something akin to a sigh of relief as his lips sealed around the edge of Dakota's sheath. His tongue pushed forward, worming between the folds of skin and delving down into the gray wolf's sheath. His paw was still holding onto the pouch to keep it steady, and he sunk his muzzle down until his lips met his hold. His tongue snaked in as deep as he could manage, teasing it all around his twin's shaft and tasting the pre that was leaking everywhere.

Dakota groaned and rolled his hips upwards, sliding his still-sheathed member against Ryan's searching tongue. His skin was buzzing with electricity, and he shivered, torn between a need to keep still, and one that told him to start humping. His mind reeled from the dizziness brought on by the weed and closing his eyes made the room spin. So, he watched.

He watched as Ryan's muzzle pushed down further, paw moving out of the way. He could make out Ryan's tongue tracing along the inside of his sheath, making the fur ripple as something moved underneath.

Pulse. Pulse.

He felt lightheaded. Ryan was moaning into his sheath, pausing in his movements to start shimmying out of his own pants. It was too dark, and Dakota couldn't make out what Ryan's paws were doing, but he could guess.

Ryan pulled his muzzle back, a string of pre and saliva connecting his tongue to the entrance of Dakota's sheath. It snapped wetly when he licked his lips, and his gaze caught his twin's. "Can I fuck it?" he asked, his voice low and breathy with arousal.

Dakota didn't even hesitate anymore. He just nodded and looked down at his sheath, cheeks red. "Can I... kiss you?"

Ryan slid up from the floor, between Dakota's legs, and pressed his twin back into the couch cushions. He straddled the gray wolf's lap, his sheath smooshing up against Dakota's. His arms slid up around Dakota's neck and held him still while their muzzles met for the first time.

Dakota groaned in delight as he felt Ryan's lips against his, and he tasted his own pre on his twin's mouth before the flavor intensified as Ryan's tongue pushed into his maw. His arms curled up around Dakota's upper back, under his arms, and he squeezed Ryan close to his chest.

Ryan's mind was hazy and fogged with desire. Desire for his twin, which made it all the more wrong and exciting to him. Dakota was going to let him fuck his sheath, and his own was filling out with his hardening length at the thought. He guided Dakota to turn their position on the couch, so the gray wolf was on his back, blue wolf now straddling his lap and looking down with a cheeky grin. "I've wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea."

Dakota gazed up at Ryan through half-lidded eyes, his body twitching on occasional from the drugs still heightening his senses. "Me too," he mumbled, eyes finally catching sight of his brother's sheath. He knew it would look like his, only blue, but it still made his body tingle at actually seeing it.

"Now just try not to move too much," Ryan said as he turned around. With his sheath now pointing at Dakota's, he scooted forward until the dark lips of their sheaths were rubbing against each other. He held each in a paw and nudged his hips forward so that the tapered tip of his cock slid out and teased into Dakota's. Once he'd gotten the tip in, he ground his hips forward and sunk several inches of his thick length in alongside his twin's. "O-oh fuck. That's... slick."

The gray wolf let out a gasp that had more to do with the knowledge of what was happening than the actual sensation. He had yet to even see his brother's cock, but he could feel it sliding in alongside his own as Ryan's hips shifted to bring them closer together. He felt his cock start swelling more in the tight confines of his sheath with no room to really grow. "It feels so... weird."

"Does it hurt?" Ryan asked, halting his hips just in case.

"N-no, just weird. Good, but weird," Dakota mumbled drowsily, one of his paws finding Ryan's tail and starting to stroke through the fluffy, blue fur.

"Rrf, good, because this feels great. I wonder what my knot is going to feel like being squeezed by your sheath..." He said, rolling his hips in small circles to work more and more of his cock into his twin's sheath.

"Wait, your knot?" Dakota shivered as he heard a rather lewd, messy sound of his sheath squelching to make more room.

Ryan snickered, watching Dakota's sheath bulge as he slowly started humping into it, only occasionally catching a flash of pink skin as his and his twin's sheath stayed pressed together. "Don't worry, it's stretchy enough. I really wanna know how it'll feel, too."

Dakota just lay back on the couch and closed his eyes, feeling his world spin. He couldn't do too much more than run his paws up and down over his brother's back, teasing his claws against the fur to feel Ryan's entire body shiver in delight at the touch.

Ryan was getting more into it as he worked his hips into a slow rhythm. His paw gripped around Dakota's fuzzy pouch as he thrust into his grip, hilting himself fully. "This feels amazing... gonna have to try it at some point."

Dakota's claws dug into Ryan's back as he tried to arch his hips up into his brother's grip. The feeling of Ryan's thick member sliding along his own was driving him wild with him unable to unsheathe his member. His own knot was starting to swell from the attention, but it wasn't going to get him off. He could feel every small bump, every vein on the intruding member as it ran over the slick, inner walls of his sheath, further amplified by the weed they'd smoked that set his senses on fire. Pre was dripping back from the end of his sheath as both of them leaked into his fuzzy pouch, matting down the fur around his crotch.

Ryan's hips began to twitch erratically as his thrusts gained speed. The blue wolf was trying to keep his movements smooth and even, but as his peak approached it became harder to hold back. His knot was starting to fatten up under his fingers, a few inches deep into Dakota's stretchy sheath. He couldn't risk pulling all the way out now, just in case he couldn't wedge his knot back in, so he just humped forward as much as he could, stroking the gray sheath back and forth over his length.

"I just... wish I could see what you were doing," Dakota said, gasping as he felt the tip of his brother's cock teasing at the base of his knot with each deep thrust. His sheath definitely felt tighter, and he could only imagine what it looked like with Ryan's knot starting to make it bulge.

"N-next time," Ryan huffed, his hips jerking back and forth. "Too close. Gonna... gonna cum in your sheath," he half-growled, half-whimpered. He locked his fingers behind his knot in an imitation of the tie and so that it wouldn't pull it free.

Dakota's paws were gripping handfuls of the other wolf's pelt to have something to hold onto. He froze at those words and listened to the sloppy, wet sounds of his brother's cock plumbing the depths of his sheath, his crotch soaked from the amount of pre they were both drooling. He tried to lean to the side, but there was no getting a better view.

Ryan's eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he stroked his twin's sheath back and forth over his length while squeezing down on his knot with the other. "Oh, oh fuck... Dakota," he breathed, eyes fluttering open as he felt himself tip over the edge. He could clearly see the outline of his knotted cock within Dakota's gray sheath. It spasmed twice before throbbing hard, ballooning out the gray pouch with a heavy spurt of cum. Ryan moaned as his cock began throbbing in earnest, rope after rope spraying right at the base of Dakota's half-engorged knot, cum gushing back out from the stretched sheath and going everywhere.

Dakota felt his brother's cock pulsing against his own, and the incredible heat of Ryan's seed. That warmth quickly began soaking into the fur around his sheath and over his balls, and he bit his lip to stifle a whimper at the feeling, wanting so badly to be jacking off at this moment; the memory alone would fuel his fantasies for months.

Ryan let his paws fall from his cock, energy drained from him as he watched cum ooze from around the rim of Dakota's sheath, knot trying to keep everything contained. "Here, let me..." Ryan trailed off as he groped at the couch where he left his phone. He got a good picture of his cock tied with Dakota's sheath before turning it to video. He flexed his shaft and watched as Dakota's sheath stretched, knot pulling back until it popped free, a spray of wolf cum going with and landing on his inner thigh. "Damn..."

Dakota was staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, mind still reeling at the range of sensations he was experiencing. It was a bit uncomfortable for Ryan's knot to tug free of his sheath, but his brother was right that it was stretchy enough, at least. "That was... wow."

Ryan turned around atop his twin and sat down on the gray wolf's lap, playfully grinding his butt down into the soaked sheath there. "Mm, here, I think you'll like this." He turned the phone around and held it in front of Dakota's muzzle so his twin could see the mess they'd made.

Dakota's face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment as he watched the video of his brother's knot spreading the lips of his sheath before it pulled free with a torrent of cum. "Oh... that's kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Ryan asked, lips turned up at one corner in a sly grin. He lifted his hips and then pressed back down, his twin's sheath nestled just under his tail and the tapered tip teasing at this tailhole. "I thought it was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Dakota squirmed under his brother's teasing, arching his hips to try and press that tip past that tight ring. "It was really... you um, I mean. I couldn't even touch myself. Drove me wild."

Ryan licked his lips as he watched his twin wriggle beneath him. "I'll ride you, but you gotta do something for me first. Don't worry, you'll like it."

Dakota let his head fall back against the couch in defeat, horned up more than he ever had been, and frustrated from being teased for so long. "Something for you? Wasn't letting you hump my sheath the some-" Dakota's words cut off as he felt something hard and wet slap down against his muzzle, making him jump in surprise.

Ryan was looking down at Dakota's face, partially obscured by his thick length that he'd slapped down over his twin's muzzle. "Just clean it up and I'll bounce on your knot."

The gray wolf didn't have to be asked twice. His tongue shot out and began lapping at his brother's pink, veined shaft. He'd tasted his own cum before, even pretending it was Ryan's, so he shouldn't have been surprised to find the taste familiar. His paws joined the fray, wanting to explore every inch, even as Ryan yipped and gasped, still sensitive.

It didn't take long before it was clean and Dakota's lips were pressing down over the tip, swallowing inch after inch until his lips hit Ryan's knot. The blue wolf watched, one eye closed, and when fingers teased at the fat bulb of flesh at the base, he put a paw on Dakota's forehead and pushed while yanking his hips back. "Ah, ah, jeez... too much. But I definitely want you to do that again some time."

Dakota licked some of the leftover semen from his lips, glancing up to Ryan for more instruction. Instead, he felt his brother's paw grip his sheath to hold it steady. "Ah... we're... really doing this, aren't we?"

Ryan barked out a laugh. "We've been doing this for a while now. Now just... let me ride you. You're big, and I'm sure this is going to hurt." There was plenty of viscous wolf cum still soaked into Dakota's sheath and surrounding fur, so it wasn't hard to get the growing shaft nice and slick before he pressed his tailhole back to it.

Once more, Dakota couldn't see what was happening, but he felt his brother's tight ring press down on his cock before it suddenly parted, and he was engulfed in a heat much hotter than his sheath. "Wha.. have you done this before?"

Ryan only felt a twinge of discomfort as he sank down further, lubed by his own seed. "Mm, not with the real thing. Just the shampoo bottles we have."

"What?"

"Why do you think they're shaped so weirdly? Literally made for that... Now shut up." Ryan found it harder to get the last few inches in, and all too soon he felt Dakota's knot pressing at his entrance. Not fully swollen, but enough so that it didn't pop right in.

Dakota couldn't help but arch his hips up to grind his knot against his brother's passage. "Oh, fuck..."

"Feel good?" Ryan asked, taking deep breaths to steady himself and try and relax. Some of the shampoo bottles were on the thicker side, but he knew from comparing that his knot was thicker still, meaning Dakota's was as well.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Dakota asked, paws running up over Ryan's thighs before one dipped between the blue wolf's legs to get a pawful of that heavy sac.

"Oh, I'll make sure you know how good it feels another time," Ryan said, giving Dakota a wink before he slowly pulled up from his twin's lap.

Both of them moaned together as Dakota's cock slipped almost completely free before Ryan fell back down, letting gravity take him all the way down to the top of the thick knot. Ryan leaned forward to use the arm of the couch for support before he found a rhythm he could comfortably manage. It was slower than he wanted, but adjusting to the size was harder than he thought. If he hadn't been blitzed out of his mind from all the weed, he didn't think he'd be able to relax his muscles enough.

He picked up speed and force, pressing down hard enough to feel that knot tease back the edges of his tailhole before he'd pull back to the tip. Even though he'd just came, his cock bobbed between his legs, teased further by his twin's fingers and paws and the pressure on his prostate. "Damn... we really-" Ryan grunted. "-really need to do this more."

Dakota nodded dumbly, not enough mental capacity to notice that he was drooling with his world focused on his brother's passage clenching down on his shaft. "Yeah... more."

Ryan thought he was making progress getting his twin's knot to pop into him, but every time he put more force behind his downward thrusts, it felt bigger, and he had to work on stretching to fit the new size. There was discomfort and pain, but not in any way that seemed to detract from all the sensations that were making his own cock pulse and drip pre over his twin's fingers. "H-how big is your knot?"

Dakota whined as he jerked at Ryan's slick, pink member, unable to keep his hips from jerking up to meet Ryan's movements. "It's about this big," Dakota murmured, gripping Ryan's knot in one paw and squeezing down hard.

Ryan's eyes went wide at the tight grip on his knot and in his surprise, he slammed down hard on Dakota's knot. The gray wolf's hips lurched upwards, and a slick pop joined the two together. Ryan yelped and fell forward, biting down on Dakota's shoulder to keep from shouting out.

It hurt. Dakota's knot was thicker than anything he had taken, and it had just breached his entrance without him being entirely ready. The pain was exquisite in a way he couldn't describe, and he wanted more.

Dakota cried out in pain as he felt teeth dig into his pelt, both his paws still holding onto Ryan's member. His brother wasn't moving, but the tightness around his engorged knot and the teasing he'd endured this far made Dakota's hips start jerking and twitching, forcing that knot in deeper, eager for more feeling.

Ryan's eyes watered and he bit down harder, his arms sliding around Dakota's neck. "Fffuck me..." he whimpered around the mouthful of fur and skin.

Dakota didn't hear Ryan's request, but his body reacted all the same. He let go of his brother's cock and wrapped his around the blue wolf's waist to hold on while he began humping as best he could.

The position was awkward, Dakota was inexperienced, and neither mattered as his hips plunged his knot up into the tight, clenching passage over and over. "Ry... fuck, Ryan... I'm gonna-"

"Fucking... fuck, cum in me," Ryan growled after letting Dakota's shoulder go, face pressed into his neck now. His prostate was being hammered and squeezed by that fat knot inside him, his cock sliding between their stomachs, teasing him along towards the edge.

Dakota's hips lurched hard, shoving in as deep as he could before the first volley of cum fired into his brother's hot passage. He cried out in pleasure which turned into a whimper as teeth locked down on his neck. The room was spinning one way with his brain spinning it the other whenever his squeezed his eyes closed.

Ryan's orgasm crashed down on him shortly after, his cock throbbing between their bellies while sticky jets of cum soaked into their stomachs and chests, one even hitting Dakota in the throat. His tunnel clamped down on his twin's invading cock, making it feel twice as big. Cum was flooding his passage with every pulse of Dakota's cock, each accompanied by a needy jerk upwards from his twin trying to get it in deeper.

Dakota felt cum splash up against his chin and neck as he unloaded deep inside his brother, hips still out of his control. Some of his seed was beginning to escape from around his knot, though his flow was starting to die down. "Oh... oh fuck. That felt..."

Ryan's jaw unclenched and he went limp atop Dakota's body. His limbs felt weak, his hole felt stretched and abused, and he felt light-headed from having cum a second time so soon. "Wow..."

"Is my neck bleeding?" Dakota asked, feebly bringing a paw to his neck to feel at the damp fur there.

"Nuh uh," Ryan mumbled sleepily, nosing at where he'd bit down. "I didn't taste any blood or anything."

"Ow." Dakota said.

They lay there for a minute, catching their breath and letting the afterglow of their respective climaxes wash over them. Music was still playing from the speakers, the lights were still low, but the scent of fried food was now overwhelmed by musk and sex; at least the scent of weed hadn't lingered at all.

"We should... go clean up or something," Dakota said, opening one eye to try and look at his brother.

Ryan clenched his muscles, drawing a gasp from his twin. "You tug that out of me now, and I'll draw blood this time," he murmured before giving the gray wolf's neck a gentle kiss. "Let's just... take care of it in the morning."

Dakota chuckled and nodded, ready to pass out from everything they'd done. "Fair."

Ryan made a pleased sound, nosing into Dakota's neck fur. Then he lifted his head to look around before reaching out to the coffee table to snatch something. "But first..."

Dakota snorted tiredly when he saw Ryan take another big hit from the vape pen. He shook his head and closed his eyes. "I can't believe you want another h-"

Ryan cut him off by pressing his muzzle to Dakota's and forcing a good amount of the smoke into his twin's mouth.

Dakota felt the tingling sensations travel along his body as the weed hit him, and he moaned into Ryan's muzzle. They didn't end up getting any sleep for a few more hours.