“I have 125,” Vanir dropped his cards and grinned over at his brother smugly as his older sibling worked at counting out his own cards. “Just give it up, you might as well hand over my winnings now. You owe me your porn collection, plus that picture of that hottie from school you got.”

“Shut up you’re making me lose count.” Xamir growled back while Vanir swung his legs back and forth lightly against the couch.

Another rainy day, the sound of the storm outside had finally gone down to a dull rumble and occasional lightning flash, but it was snug inside. He should have been out with friends, or at least out trying to hit up a girl, but their parents had grounded both him and his older brother. The little grey pony leaned his head back to allow Xamir to count his cards while he stared up at the ceiling and the firelight that flickered and cast shadows along the walls. He wouldn’t have minded so much if he had been able to log onto the computer or watch TV, but he didn’t even have that. He could have at least entertained himself one way or another, or he could have snuck out if his older brother hadn’t been left in charge of him.

A baby sitter, at my age. He ground his teeth a little bit. He was sixteen and a half, he had had his driver’s license for well over four months and he was still put in charge of his nineteen year old brother when his parents left town.

Not that Xamir was a bad guy, he was popular, funny and there were still stories about him in high school going around. The strawberry roan stallion was in college, in his second year, was working on a soccer scholarship. He was fun to hang around, even as brothers, they had a lot of the same interests, but he was meticulous in his duties at keeping Vanir from sneaking out of the house. When the storm had started and knocked out the power, Xamir had come upstairs with a deck of cards and told him they should hang out. Vanir knew why, it was because his older brother knew he’d try and bolt the moment he’d lost contact with the internet. So he’d been dragged down to play cards, starting out with bets using money and ending on bets of a less monetary sort.

He tried to make the best of a bad situation, but it was still making Vanir twitch with annoyance. He wanted to be out of this house. There was a girl he’d been trying to hook up with, a sweet little Arabian filly that was a freshmen and had hinted she wanted to spend some alone time with him. He had tried to text message her earlier, set up a meeting place and his brother had spoiled it all. He was sixteen, nearly all the guys in his class were talking about what they’d done with girls. Everyone was having sex, but him. He was only getting to know his right hand anymore. Every time he tried to approach a girl it all fell apart. He’d even tried to get one of the notable sluts in his bed, but things always went all wrong. It wasn’t fair, it was getting to the point that he was almost desperate to lose his V-card. He played a good game with the guys, but there was no way he was going to be able to avoid the questions for long. He needed to do something or he was going to go nuts.

“Can I just go out?” He dropped his head down and peered at his older brother. “I’ll be back before you know it and the storms let up.”

The young stallion glanced up at him where he was laying out cards, the speckled red and white fur was lost in shadows. “No, there’s no way. Mom is gonna be back in the morning so hush.”

“I was gonna hook up with a girl.” He couldn’t stop a soft whine from coming past his lips. “Seriously, she was hot and promised she’d use her muzzle on me.”

“Dude!” Xamir jerked his head up with a mock shocked expression on his face. “You were NOT going out with Kalla were you?”

Vanir flinched a bit as his brother and grumbled softly. “It’s not that big a deal, she said I should text her to hook up.”

“She’s been ridden by half the football team. Jesus, have some standards man.” Xamir gave his head a shake, and Vanir was left glaring at him, partially envious.

Vanir took on a strong resemblance to their mother, he had the same dark black muzzle and deep grey coat that was dotted with paler dapples that seemed to be scattered haphazardly on him. The only thing that really looked striking was his thick dark mane and thicker tail, the glossy raven-black was handsome on him. Or it would have been, if his body hadn’t been patterned after his mother in another way. He had slight curves to his body, a sweep of his hips, the curve of his ass cheeks, they were all feminine looking when it came to curves. He was short, barely five foot tall, and that was adding onto his ears. He could pass for a girl easily, a fact that embarrassed the hell out of him as he tried to struggle through high school with some amount of dignity and respect. But the only respect he got came from his brother, or half-brother really.

Xamir’s father had been an appaloosa stallion, a real horse, not a pony. He was taller by a good foot and a half, with his body a deep coppery red flecks that covered a soft white. He was exotic colored, his coppery mane was bright and glossy, not thick like Vanir’s, but still showy looking. He was athletic, his body was toned and muscled from his years spent in various sports. The only part of him that resembled their mother was his bright eyes and their faces were almost twins. That was the reason he was given any amount of respect in school, everyone remembered Xamir and his time there. He was always called Xamir’s little brother, always trailing in his big brother’s shadow. His remembered accomplishments.

Why did my Dad have to be all dartmoor? If I were half horse I’d look athletic too. Vanir sighed to himself as his brother slapped down the last of his cards.

“231! There ya go, buddy, read ‘em and weep!” Xamir tossed his head up with a grin crossing his features. “I win.”

“What? Damnit! You had more cards left in your hand!” Vanir leaned forward to glare at the cards set out in the candle light.

“Uh-huh, but all small cards. Never keep the big ones, little bro, that’s how you lose.” Xamir winked brightly over at him. “Now… let’s see. You were gonna get all my porn if you won. What was it I wanted?” The last words were drawled out as Vanir pinned his ears flat to his head.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He flushed slightly, the dapples on his cheeks darkening as he glared at his brother. “You can have my porn.”

“Uh-uh, I win, I get to make an embarrassing photo of you.” Xamir pushed back with twirled a card between his fingers. “So, time to pay up. I could use another ‘mare’ to add to my collection.”

“I am not dressing up like a mare!” Vanir squealed out as he watched the last card hit the table on the rest of the pile.

“Of course not! I’m going to DRESS you like a mare! See? You get to see a girl tonight after all.” Xamir’s voice was teasing as Vanir was left staring at the card laying face up on the table. Queen of Hearts.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Xamir watched his younger brother from the corner of his eyes, the colt was glaring at him from just at the door way of their parents’ room. The rest of his attention was focused on the opened closet and the various clothes that were hanging there. It was almost funny seeing how his brother was fighting to keep himself from saying anything incriminating while his arms remained crossed over his chest. He was trying to look adult and imposing, but it failed entirely. It just looked adorable. The scattering of white dapples over the bridge of his muzzle and cheeks, the way the tight jeans clung to his hips to show the hint of curves, it all made him look cute, almost doll like. Hell, from behind, most people assumed that Vanir was a girl until they got a better look at him from the front.

It would have been alright for the kid if he were at least smart enough to use it to his advantage, but he was riled up with hormones and the desire to ‘prove’ himself. Xamir sorted through a few bits of clothing and pulled some out as he contemplated the rumors he’d been hearing from the high school. He still had a few friends there as seniors, and his friends had little brothers, and the best of them were talking about Vanir’s mouth going on and on. The kid was picking out fights and trying to look masculine, he talked a big game, but he didn’t back it up. It wasn’t going to be long before he was going to end up in a fight or worse. It was time to do something about it, it was time to teach the kid how to handle himself and pick up women.

“Alright, strip down, kid.” Xamir grinned over at his brother as he held up a pair of blue and white stockings.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna do this!” Vanir’s ears pinned down flat on his head. “How about I give over my porn collection.”

“I doubt you have anything I don’t got, strip off, now!” He tossed th stockings on the bed before pulling out a crop top to match it.

His brother started to protest again, but he did shut up as he started to peel off the tight t-shirt he was wearing. Xamir went back to digging through their mother’s closet. He had a half formed idea that might actually calm the kid down, he certainly didn’t want to resort to blackmail. Vanir didn’t realize that he had the body that could pull off getting girls easily. Ever since he’d been in college he’d found an entire group of women that were attracted to gay men. They liked the idea of making one ‘go straight’ and would often do things with a gay man that they’d never do with a straight one. They were always eager to prove that they could be the ones to change a boy. All he had to do was prove to Vanir that he could pull off something like that and it would put an end to his smart mouth.

He found a set of panties and tossed them out as well to join the rest of the pile. He was lucky that his mother had good tastes, and even luckier that Vanir was nearly the exact same build minus the breasts and with the addition of other parts. His mind was already forming a good idea of how to pull this off as he heard his brother dropping his jeans down with a muffled curse. By the end of tonight, Vanir would finally be able to get by in high school without risking a black eye.

“Alright, these first!” He nudged the panties across the bed towards Vanir.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vanir was blushing furiously, his cheeks were burning as he stared at what had been picked out. It wasn’t that bad, they were mostly normal looking. Not a lot of frills, just blue offset with white, some sort of soft material, but they were still his mother’s! He wasn’t about to go back on the bet, though, he knew the moment he did his older brother would probably have a field day with it. He picked up the panties with his large hoof tipped fingers and dropped down on the edge of the bed so that he could wriggle the material up and over his legs. Xamir wasn’t even looking at him, he was just digging around in the closet while he was left trying to get the panties up around his hips. The bulge of his dark balls and sheath made it hard to pull them up.

The material clung over him, it pulled his balls up almost painfully tight against his body and strained taut over his sheath. The pulling against the front made the back pull up in a line along his ass cheeks, it was worse than being nude. He barely had time to settle in them before Xamir pushed a pair of leggings towards him. They matched the panties perfectly, trimmed in blue and made so that they would show off his legs. He squirmed a bit, but managed to growl at Xamir before he started to wriggle into them. This was humiliating in the extreme, but it was getting worse as Xamir leaned back against the open closet and grinned at him. Vanir’s cheeks were burning as he finished getting the legging on his second leg and stood up.

“There, take your damn picture.” He flicked his ears back mutinously as Xamir grinned a bit wider at him and lifted a hand holding one other bit of clothing.

“This too, don’t want you showing off that sexy chest.” The older colt winked and threw him the top so that he fumbled to catch it.

At first, he was terrified that it was going to be a bra, which would look horrible on him, he had no breasts and it would just be icing on the cake. It wasn’t, instead it was a loose crop top that was designed to cut off just below his chest and above his belly. The blue and white matched the rest of the outfit as he shook it out and snorted. It wasn’t that bad. More like a t-shirt that had been cut off. His brother crossed his arms over his wife-beater and gave him a nod as he kept holding onto it. He flicked his eyes away and pulled it over his head so that it could fall down over his chest, the sleeves wrapped along his upper arms, but barely reached below his shoulders. The material was loose, designed for a mare, but it at least covered him again.

“Alright take your damn picture and then we’re going another round!” Vanir snapped out and lashed his silken tail back and forth wildly behind him.

“You know I’ll just win again,” Xamir teased and pushed away from the wall, his blue eyes lingering over Vanir’s form until the colt flicked his eyes away. “C’mon, little sister, you look rather cute this way.”

“I’m not your sister! And I’m handsome, not cute!” He snapped back in response as the roan stallion moved up and ran a thick fingered palm along the curve of his belly.

“No, you’re not cute, you’re sexy.” Xamir leaned in, his free hand slide around Vanir’s waist lightly and caressed with a gentle flicker of his finger tips. “You know, I didn’t think you’d fit Mom’s clothes so well as this.”

“H-hey.. stop that! This isn’t funny!” Vanir pulled away, but the fingers kneaded against his stomach, the thick thumb brushed back and forth lightly. “I am handsome, damnit.”

“Yeah you are,” Xamir leaned in closer, looming over him while the younger dappled pony tried to pull away. “Yanno what your problem with girls is, Vanir?”

Vanir squirmed a bit as the fingers ran up towards his chest and he found himself trapped up against his brother. The weight was pushed firmly against him, the warmth of the chest was against his own while the hand on the small of his back kept him tugged in quite close.

“I don’t have a problem with girls, stop foolin’ around!” He wriggled back again, but he couldn’t get away as the roan muzzle dropped down and bumped against his own. He could smell the familiar warm scent of Xamir tickling against his thick soft lips and broad muzzle.

“Yes you do, you’re tryin’ to act like me..” Xamir’s lips teased against his muzzle and his hand moved down. “You’re not me, Vanir, you can’t just try and pick up girls like I did.”

“Hey! I get along j-just fine! I almost had a girl tonight!” Vanir almost squealed the words out while his brother moved against him, it was disconcerting to feel the weight pressing forward. It was a slow rolling grind that made him jerk back as he felt the bulge of his brother’s jeans rubbing against his lower belly.

“You almost had a slut.. You could have better than that..” Xamir’s hand glided up beneath his mother’s top, the fingers ran downwards in a light line. “Girls love gay guys you know, love ‘em. In college they’re all over ‘em.”

“I’m not gay!” Vanir jerked backwards, struggling backwards with his ears pinned back. “You made me wear this outfit!”

“Yeah…” The lips teased along his muzzle. “because it’ll make it easier. You know, just tell ‘em you’re gay. Hint like it’s a big secret.. Go on to any girl ya want and ask to tell them a secret, ask for help. Tell them you think you might like other stallions..”

“Xamir! I’m not—MMPH!” Vanir’s eyes bulged as suddenly the copper colored muzzle suddenly shoved up against his own, the lips plunged hard against him in a kiss that took away any ability to speak.

Heat rushed to his face as the hand on his back started to knead and squeeze, massaging against him while a thick heated tongue suddenly pushed against his lips. The colt didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t gay! This was his brother! This wasn’t right! But his lips were pushed apart by the warmth of the tongue and he felt the gentle stroke that teased along his own slippery appendage. The lips worked steadily against him and the hand that was on his chest moved up to slide right along the back of his neck. The fingers curled lightly to hold him close as he found himself working his lips back, he’d never kissed anyone before, it made him shiver as he breathed in the warm scent against him. The confusing emotions roiled through him while Xamir explored his muzzle thoroughly and pushed him backwards a step.

After a moment, Xamir pulled away with a slow smile on his face. “No, but you can say you had an experience…” The older colt’s voice was rough. “They’ll be happy to assure you that you’re not gay…In all sorts of ways.”

“B-but…” Vanir trembled slightly and to his horror he felt the material starting to draw tighter along his sheath. “This isn’t right..”

“You want girls don’t you…” Xamir moved his hands down to cup against Vanir’s rump cheek, he gave a firm squeeze that made the colt let out a soft noise. “Trust me, you can tell them all about this.. Say you met a guy and a dare, and suddenly you’re not sure anymore. They’ll want you to be sure. They’ll want to help you.”

“I.. r-really?” Vanir’s voice trembled a bit as he spoke and his brother shifted against him. He moved to one side slowly, the fingers trailed against his hips. “But we don’t gotta…umm… do this.. Not for real.”

“You want it to be believable don’t you?” Xamir moved around him while he was trembling in place. His breathing was coming out faster, it was harder to think straight.

“You’re my brother!” Vanir got the words out as Xamir pressed behind him and the broad hands moved against his bare stomach and chest.

“And brother’s help…” The lips brushed his neck lightly as one hand remained gliding along his chest. Vanir’s flushed so hotly that his ears started to burn, he could hear the pounding of his own heart growing louder and louder.

He opened his mouth to protest again, but Xamir’s hand moved down and suddenly cupped right against the bulge of his panties. He let out a soft groan as the finger tip started to curl downwards against his sheath, rubbing lightly back and forth as the weight pressed against his back. Xamir was warm, larger and heavier, and his lips glided down along Vanir’s neck, the flat teeth nibbled gently and glided down towards the curve of his shoulders. It sent a shiver down his spine as his body reacted to that touch. He couldn’t stop himself, he felt the tickle of the whiskers while the hand moved back and forth against his covered sheath. The gentle strokes made him thicken, it was so different from the feel of his own hands against himself, and curiously gentle. The material started to stretch more as his girth swelled and forced it’s way out, pushing up against the panties and curving down while the fingers trailed down to the swell of his orbs.

He couldn’t believe this was happening, he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t struggling against this, but he couldn’t. His body felt flushed and hot, he’d never had a girl touch him like this. He could feel the reactions growing as Xamir nipped him right on the back of the neck, right on a spot that made him let out a soft cry. His cock tip started to push harder against the panties, filling them to the point that it was nearly painful. And still Xamir teased him, rubbed him, kneaded downwards until the large fingers cupped right against his orbs and gave them a gentle squeeze. With a shock, he felt his brother’s hand moving along his rump cheeks. At first, he wasn’t sure what was going on until something unsnapped and he felt the jeans falling off the muscled roan legs.

“X-xamir! This isn’t a good idea!” Vanir’s voice cracked with a hint of panic as his brother’s hooves scraped against the carpet to kick off his jeans.

“Don’t you want to have girls fawn over you?” Xamir licked along his neck hotly, curling upwards as the weight pressed back against him again, but this time he felt something fleshy rubbing right against the curve of his ass cheek.

“I… b-but we can just say this happened…” He stammered slightly, his eyes widening while he tried to step away, but the hand moved against his panties firmly. “Hey!”

“They’ll want details..” The tongue flicked up along the edges of his neck, a slow sweep upwards that made a shiver run down his spine. “I promise, you’ll enjoy it..”

“I’m not gay!” Vanir yelped out the words as the fingers that trailed against his panties pulled down a bit further so the swell of his mottled cock came into view.

“Of course not, and those girls..” His brother’s hand gave another tug so his pink cock tip spilled out into view. The mottled black and pink girth was throbbing and growing heavier by the moment.

I’m getting turned on by my brother.. The thought sent a shiver down his spine as something heavy rolled against his hip. He moved his hands back and tried to push his brother away in a rush of panic.

“NNNPH!!” He let out a harsh sound as one of his hands moved down to wrap right around his swelling cock tip and squeezed.

A tremble rolled down his spine and the fingers teased in slow circles, massaging gently and working around the edges while her breath started to come in short harsh gasps. He rolled his hips upwards as he thickened more and more, a syrupy dribble of precum oozed out of his tip and smeared along the finger tips that stroked downwards. He could feel his brother’s cock against his hip, it was growing and dropping, larger than his own. Xamir was always larger than him, in every way, and now he could feel how large. He dropped his head to look down to see the shaft. It wasn’t the first time that he’d seen his brother’s cock, they grew up together, had showered together, pissed in the woods, but he’d never seen it hard.

The dark black tip mottled down towards pink at the flesh, it was thicker than what he expected. Each throb spread the tip open wider and wider, the edges of it raised upwards while it curved in the air into an arch. He swallowed roughly and tried to pull away again, but the hand only dragged downwards to stroke right along his medial ring. The caress sent a rush of need through him, it made him jerk forward with a grind that plunged along the palm of Xamir’s hand. He couldn’t help himself, he’d never had anyone else’s hand but his own on himself, and now his brother was slowly pumping up and down along his cock. He couldn’t think, he knew he should, but he couldn’t, his world was narrowing down to a rush of heat that was running through him and making him think of every fantasy he’d ever had. None of them had featured his own brother!

“That’s right..” Xamir’s hand moved up to rub along his cock tip, the thumbs caressed right along the edges to flicker along the opening of his urethra. A dribble of precum spilled out. “Let’s just get you over the bed..”

“I… This isn’t.. r-right..” Vanir tried to argue, but his mind wouldn’t work fast enough to argue. His breath came out with a short tremble while the fingers kneaded right along his cock tip and Xamir’s other hand reached up to push against his shoulder blades.

“You’ll get all the girls..” Xamir’s voice deepened a bit while he was pushed forward. He moved his hands down to grip against the edges of the mattress while his hips were pushed up in the air.

“All of them..” Vanir blinked his eyes rapidly and bucked his hips forward as his brother’s hand started to pump along his glans, pulling up and down.

The panties were pushed down along his ass, tugging over his tail so that his dappled rump cheeks were exposed in the air. The flush was making his heart pound in his ears, his breathing came out raggedly while his brother shifted over him. There was a faint push, coaxing and nudging him until he was pushed a bit over the bed and his upper body was pressed downwards. The warm weight of Xamir rested against his back, the teeth teased lightly along his neck while the heavy shaft was guided up to rub right along the crease of his ass. He tried to find a way to protest what was happening, but he couldn’t, not with the hand that pumped steadily up and down the length of his shaft, gliding up now and again to cup around his tip. He could feel his balls still resting in the fabric of his mother’s panties.

The tip slipped downwards and trailed just beneath his tail before he jerked forward a bit and lifted his head up higher, “That’s not gonna fit, damnit!”

“Oh yeah it will.” Xamir’s hand moved to grip him right at the base of the tail while the other one massaged his tip. “Just gotta take it slow.”

Vanir shivered and muffled a short squeaking noise as the thick glans slipped down and brushed along the base of his tail and slipped lower. A thick syrupy dribble of precum ran down along the crease of his ass and trailed against his pucker. He tensed up in response while the teeth started to nip higher up on his neck. He couldn’t even twitch his tail down, not with the grip of the hand keeping his tail forcefully raised up in the air, he could only squirm as the tip lowered down and smeared the messy pre right over his pucker. It pushed hard, a dribble of it pushed just into the opening while he clamped his walls down tighter. He could feel how big that tip was, how it rubbed and pushed against him forcefully while he let out a breathy cry. All of it was offset by the gentle massaging feel of the fingers that moved from his tip all the way down to his medial ring before up again.

He bucked his hips a little bit while his brother rolled his roan hips forward, a slow pressing push that forced up against his anal ring and tried to force him open. A spill of wet precum spilled into his passage while he fought to tense up. He could feel the thickness wedging into him, forcing him to yawn open wider and wider as he squirmed against the bed, making it creak beneath him. It didn’t stop him, though, Xamir gave a rolling push of his hips and the swollen tip was pushed down around the edges as the thickness of the glans pushed into his body. He was being split in two, it was straining open wider and wider while he arched his back and fought to pull away. It was too big, too much, there was no way he could hold the other colt.

Xamir pushed down against his back, the teeth flexed against his neck firmly as his larger sibling pushed forward harder and harder. The spill of precum was coating him, thick and warm as it oozed out and was forced deeper into his body. His inner muscles contracted and squeezed down tightly, clutching and pulling as the dark glans wedged inwards no matter how tightly he squeezed around it. He bucked forward into the hand holing him, the fingers wrapped around his glans and squeezed as the one holding his tail moved downwards. It was pleasure and pain, it hurt to have something so large pushed into him, but each stroke of those deft fingers made him tremble in pleasure. He let out a short squeal, not caring out how loud it was as his brother bucked forward hard enough he nearly lost his balance. The only thing that kept him in place was the hold on his belly that pressed up just beneath the line of his chest.

“God.. that’s right, Van…” Xamir panted shallowly and licked down towards his shoulder before his hips dragged backwards.

“C-can’t fit any more..” Vanir managed to speak, before he let out a high pitched sound when the hips pulled the girth inch by inch backwards.

His inner walls contracted and tried to hold the mottled girth as the tip nearly pulled back and pulled along his pucker. For a moment, it felt as if Xamir was about to pull all the way out, but he didn’t, he only plunged forward again in a sure smooth stroke. Vanir’s muscles were forced open again and his hips were shoved forward under the weight. The medial ring pushed right up against his pucker before sinking into him, a ridge that caressed parts of him he’d never felt touched before. The stroke made him cry out and rock his hips into the hand holding his cock tip. He rubbed through the fingers with a sudden spike of desire. The hand on his belly trailed upwards and rubbed against his chest, the fingers caressed right over his pecs before gliding down again.

The precum was pushed out around the edges, forcing out of his pucker to coat along his rump cheeks while a low groan vibrated against his chest. The thrusts drove forward with powerful strokes that forced a few more inches in at the apex of each drive. The medial ring sank deeper and deeper as Vanir dropped his upper body down against the bed and muffled his cries. It was overwhelming, his muscles tried to contract and push out something that was too large from his body, but his brother was stronger. The roan hips pushed closer and closer against him, each time they neared hilting while he was left bucking against the hand that clutched him. The fingers worked and squeezed, pumping slowly, especially around his sensitive glans while a thick spill of precum coated over Xamir’s fingers and smeared along the edges.

Vanir flicked his ears back against his head and let out a guttural cry as Xamir gave a bucking thrust, hard enough that his ass was forced higher in the air as the heavy orbs clapped up hard against his own balls. Every last thick mottled inch was sunk inside of his body, his walls left caressing around the girth while his brother shuddered against his back. The other colt suddenly gripped down against the back of his neck, not a light grip, but a firm hold as if he were pinning a mare and he drew back out again. The medial ring tugged through him as the thrusts started to suddenly come hard and fast. The claps of the loins hit against his ass cheeks as he was left shuddering, overwhelmed with a rush of pleasure that was building and building.

The thick spire was rubbing over his prostate, pulling and stroking, teasing over while the hand began to pump faster against his cock. He thrust against it, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more and more, his body thrust forward and each drag backwards his drove himself onto his brother’s cock. His tip started to pulse and swell open more and more with each pulse. He couldn’t stop it, he didn’t want to stop it, he’d never felt like this. His entire mind was blanking as he moaned out raggedly and balled his fingers in against the covers on the bed. When the hips pushed forward as the fingers moved to wrap right around the glans and gave it a teasing stroke, just firm enough that it pushed him over the edge. His orbs pulled up tight between his legs, contracting forcefully as his back arched slightly and he gave one last ragged thrust forward.

Xamir kept pounding into him, even as he went still and the first thick jet of his cum erupted from the tip to splatter against the palm and fingers. His brother milked him, pulled around his cock as thick heavy ropes spilled out of his spread urethra, the tremors rocked through him. His walls rippled and contracted, he pulled around the mottled shaft that was hammering into him, barely an inch slipping free of his pre slickened ass before it drove back into him again. The teeth gripped down harder, clutching against his neck, pulling and digging hard enough to bruise as he felt his body being forced to stretch open more and more. Vanir didn’t think, he pushed backwards and helped hilt the cock into him as the older colt gave a final sharp thrust forward and the tip flared open wide.

For the first time in his life, he intimately felt the pulsing of the shaft inside of him, the way the tip forced him open so achingly wise. The larger orbs were pushed up against him, rubbing against his own panty covered ones as the first rush of cum bubbled up from the tip. The sperm rich seed flowed into his body and splashed deep within his body, spilling so deep that he could almost feel the warmth spreading through his lower belly. His fingers flexed slightly downwards as he let out a high pitched whimper of pleasure as his own body milked and suckled around the staff, pulling it in deeper while the weight pushed harder against him. The fingers stroked along his cock, keeping him on edge as his breath came out in short hard gasps while the teeth loosened against the crest of his neck.

For a moment they rested there, their bodies shaking, trembling together as his cock started to soften and drop down against the bed. He could feel so much seed oozing into him, the dribble that was pushing in deeper into his passage while his own cock let out a final weak dribble. He couldn’t imagine being able to hold so much, but he had no choice, the flared tip formed a sort of plug to ensure that that it rested deep inside of him. Xamir finally released his neck and gave it a slow stroke.

“Mmm knew I could do this…” He panted shallowly while one his hands moved down to trace right along the upper edge of the stockings. “Ya look like a filly from behind..”

“Xamir!” He croaked out the protest and flushed hotly, shifting but that only made his walls tense up around the large softening shaft.

“Don’t worry… your secrets safe with me, and the girls you’re gonna get..” The larger roan colt gave a deliberate roll of his hips, pushing forward hard before dragging backwards. “No need to thank me, little bro.”