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Brothers at the Beach

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Sand pressing up into bare hooves. Lips brushing in the passion of warm summer nights. Tails flowing together, hair tangling sweetly in the light of the moon. There were many things that lustful, kinky equines may have liked to look for on holiday, but brothers grinding their cocks together, well...that perhaps was not the most usual of them.

It was what worked for Parker and Slater though, the palomino stallions a stand-out, all in such a way with their long, flowing, white manes and tails, that everyone knew they were related. That was why they had to hide the true nature of their relationship, why they were together, though most that saw them around, even down on the south coast of the UK, assumed that they were just really close. The palomino stallions, however, were closer than anyone ever realised.

"Unff.. Yeah... So fucking good..."

Long, slow, passionate sex was the best sex of all, taken in a secluded cove in the maw of a cave where smugglers may have once hidden, landing under the cover of darkness. The related stallion anthros had a similar dark feat to hide there, Parker on all fours, grunting and groaning, the silken shimmering white of his tail flagged and pushed off to the side, all to make sure that his brother had the best access possible to the pucker of his tail hole. That very pucker, of course, was strained wide at that very moment around a hot length of stallion cock that lusted only to plough deeper and deeper, to "force" his brother to take every inch that he always did, far up past the medial ring.

Sand packed down under Parker's knees and paws as he grunted and huffed, nostrils flared, his body hot despite the relative cool of the summer evening. Lightly built, his brother was a little bigger and burlier, with a little bit of a thicker gut to him, though Parker loved that part of Slater all the more. The golden stallion thrust and thrust, not saying a word, though the goofy grin on his lips as he took his stud brother with long, deep, claiming strokes, using every inch of his cock, said more than words out loud ever could.

They rocked their hips together, Parker's nose dipping submissively in a flutter of nostrils, the pink of his nose lightly burned after not applying enough sun cream during the day. It was a small pain and a small ache, however, the kind of ache that he would gladly set aside just to feel how blisteringly wide his anal ring would be spread around his brother's fuck stick, driving into him deeper and deeper, harder and faster, bringing up the lust with each and every one of his strokes.

There was nothing to be set aside at a moment like that, Slater dominating easily, but lovingly. For the depth of his feelings towards his brother were ones that would have been more akin to what a lover would feel, even if they knew "they weren't supposed to" love each other as they did. Sometimes, life and love had other things in mind and they just had to go along with it, as was the way.

The waves crashed softly on the shore, rolling with the ebb and pull of the tide, on the edge of going out again, leaving tide marks on the wet sand. Tucked into the entrance to the cave, water dripping down the walls in a wet trickle, they were safe and protected, ears pricked and turning in case anyone else did show up, though it was unlikely that they would be rumbled on holiday. It was a time of heated passion, lusts twisting and turning together, and they would not have had it any other way than to spend such intimate time together. For once, out there, they were at complete liberty to do so.

Slater's thrusts sped up, the smack of his hips on Parker's arse echoing through the darkness of the cave, forcing grunt after grunt from his lips. But he was there and set to bear it as his body responded, his pink shaft throbbing while he took a mottled one deep up into his arse. With the two of them looking so alike, their cocks were one way to tell them apart, though it was not as if they displayed that fact to just everyone and everybody.

No... Some things were just for them, their little secret to keep and lust to hold, moaning and whimpering, Slater bowing his head gracefully, showing the thick arch of his neck and crest, as he filled his brother. Harder and faster, there was no holding back as lust encouraged them on, his cock filling Parker's arse completely with every stroke, stretching him out perfectly, a slick coat of lube helping him along.

Yet it was Parker who climaxed first with his brother slamming deeply up into his rump, Slater's paw closing around his cock at just the right moment, that extra touch of sensation as his prostate was teased so wonderfully sending him spiralling. He could not be quiet, that would have been too much, but he could whinny and nicker and buck like a wild bronc (they might have been watching too many cowboy movies lately) as she sent thick spurts of stallion-cream into the sand.

That would seep away, in time, as if it had never been, but his brother's load would go right where it belonged, the only suitable hole for it as Parker grunted, taking harder and more driving strokes with the passing of every second. His anal ring was forced to open up around the thickest part of Slater's cock as his brother's sheath pushed back incrementally, giving all that he possibly could as the heat of their lust seared through his veins.

Slater's full-throated whinny of climax, however, would always be music to his brother's ears as he sent sloshing spurt after spurt of virile cream into his brother's arse, thumb pressed up under Parker's dock as if he thought that, in some way, he had to have him keep his tail up. Parker was not about to clamp down when he was taking such a load, however, need warming him through, grinding back, his own shaft half hard, evidence of his orgasm painting the sand beneath him.

As his brother spent himself, yet again, into his tight tail hole, a smile graced Parker's lips, head lowered, though his ears were pointed back to his brother, attentively listening, as he always did.

There was no better way to spend a holiday than with his brother balls-deep in his arse!