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Teenagers	By : JosBitch Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 3333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Farkas tossed and turned in bed, at this precise moment he hated being a sixteen year old lad. His brother grunted in his sleep and turned over, Farkas hardly noticed he had a problem right now and it just wouldn’t go away.
This had happened to him before, but usually just thinking about unpleasant things made it go away. He was starting to think his manhood was possessed by something, he didn’t remember his brother having any sort of trouble. He glanced over at his brother but Vilkas seemed to be sleeping and Farkas didn’t really want to talk to his brother about his manhood... It’s not something that men did... was it?
He was tempted to go outside but he didn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially not Aela, she scared him enough already, besides it was starting to get painful. He hadn’t dared look before but he needed to know if it was going to explode. He took a breath and tossed the fur off of him and moved his loincloth, his manhood was hard and throbbing slightly, the head turning slightly purple. He didn’t know what to do, he had tried to think of unpleasant things like the time he had seen Vignar’s naked backside. It didn’t work this time though, the thought twisted until it became the buxom wench he had seen after sneaking into the Bannered Mare.
Vilkas rolled over and Farkas froze, he didn’t want his brother to see him like this. Farkas still held the belief that there was something wrong with him. Vilkas grumbled in his half asleep state “Go to sleep you milk drinker...”
Farkas grumbled something in reply and tried to ignore the throbbing, almost pain of his manhood. After a few minutes he gave up on the idea of sleep and sat up in his bed, moving his loincloth out of the way he looked down at himself again. His manhood looked bigger like this and that pleased him a little, but he still thought he was going to die or that it was going or explode any moment. He tried to take his mind off of it and thought about the time he had most been afraid.
He, Vilkas and Aela had been swimming in a pool a little way from Whiterun, Vilkas kept mostly in the deeper water, Farkas didn’t know why it was colder than the shallow water. Aela had gotten out of the water and he had looked at her, blood was sliding down her leg and he was worried, he started to mention that she might need to see the healer. She swung around so fast he dint have time to react as she punched him in the side of the head and growled at him “Its’ a woman thing! And if you ever mention it again I will gouge out your eyes and feed you to the spiders!” Farkas didn’t go swimming with Aela again after that and he gave her a wide berth for weeks.
His thoughts has eased his pain somewhat though his manhood was still stiff and pulsing. He sighed and whined softly, he didn’t like it and he just wanted to sleep. Vilkas woke at his brother’s whine but stayed lying down, he turned his head to see his brother sat up in bed. “What’s wrong Farkas?” Farkas visibly jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice and Vilkas frowned, Farkas only did that when he had broken something valuable.
“Nothing brother... I just can’t sleep, that’s all.” Farkas slept like a log most nights so that made Vilkas even more suspicious.
“Why not? You don’t normally have trouble sleeping.” Vilkas leaned up slightly and Farkas fidgeted uncomfortably.
“I... I just can’t... Go back to sleep Vilkas.” Vilkas sat up, even if he had done something wrong he would tell him.
“Have you broken something?” He asked with narrowed eyes.
Farkas shook his head “No.”
“Then are you sick? Farkas if you’re sick you must tell me.”
Farkas shifted and hung his head, he didn’t want to tell him it was embarrassing and it was his burden to bear. So he shook his head but Vilkas would have none of it and grasped his brother’s shoulders.
“Tell me Farkas!” Farkas looked up at him, worried about waking everyone else he sighed.
“Alright... I think... I think there’s something wrong... with ...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“With what? Your foot again, because Arcadia told you if you wash it the green stuff goes away...”
Farkas laughed and pushed him “No it’s not that it’s...” he gestures to his crotch.
“Your manhood? Brother, why would you think there is something wrong with it?” Vilkas was slightly embarrassed but he put that aside out of concern for his brother’s feelings.
“Because... I think it’s going to explode!” Farkas whined and fidgeted again.
Vilkas suddenly realised what was wrong with his brother and he bit his lip, he had been smart enough to ask Vignar about the way a man’s body worked a few months back. So he knew how to help his brother. “Farkas you trust me don’t you?”
His brother looked at him slightly startled “Of course I do.”
“Then don’t fight me alright? I know how to help you.” Farkas watched as his brother moved closer to him and he nodded. “I’m going to show you how to sort this problem out for yourself...” Vilkas reached out and grasped his brother’s manhood, causing Farkas to jump and gasp.
“W...what are you doing Vilkas?” Farkas groaned and grasped his twin’s wrist to stop his hand from moving.
“Let go and relax, I’m showing you what you will need to do when it happens again.” Farkas looked worried.
“It’s going to happen again?” Vilkas smirked at him.
“Once you know how to handle it you will want it to happen.” Farkas let go of his wrist and Vilkas gave his brother’s manhood a light squeeze as he dragged his hand up and down the shaft, Farkas groaning and writhing under him.
Vilkas put his free hand under his own loincloth and started stoking his own manhood but Farkas was curious to know if he could do it right, so he pulled his brother closer and pulled off his loincloth, exposing his brother to his eyes. Vilkas watched him as he reached out and grasped his manhood, Farkas was clumsy and unsure of himself, but started to copy Vilkas’ rhythm. Despite his brother’s flaws, he was a quick learner when he wanted to be. Vilkas rubbed his thumb over the head of his brother’s manhood, Farkas moaning and bucking his hips involuntarily. Vilkas grinned but was soon mimicking his brother’s actions as Farkas felt like getting some revenge on him. It was a game now and neither of the twins liked to lose.
They had started off softly and gently stroking each other, but now it was a race to see who could out last the other so they were tugging, squeezing and rubbing each other into a frenzy. Vilkas never wanting Farkas to win one over on him, leant forward and bit his brother’s neck causing him to jump and yelp, his manhood throbbing in his brother’s hand. Farkas growled and bit his brother’s ear and neck repeatedly making Vilkas shiver and gasp, Vilkas not to be out done by Farkas leant towards his brothers chest and bit at his nipples making him jump and shudder, their breath coming in pants and sweat breaking out on their skin.
They were covered in bites and scratches, but neither had reached their climax yet, Farkas was close however and Vilkas was even closer than Farkas, not that he would admit it or give in to bliss that was so close to consuming him. That was until Farkas with a rare spark of brilliance, leant down and lapped his tongue across the head of his brother’s manhood, Vilkas yelped and groaned as his seed spilt across Farkas’ hand and face. He looked up at him brother utterly bemused, but by the stated look on his face he could tell that he had won. However that still left Farkas on the brink of his climax, his brothers hand had stilled on his manhood and Farkas whined. “Brother...”
Vilkas blinked and looked at Farkas. “Hum...? Oh! Right...” Vilkas smirked and leant over, taking the head of his brother’s manhood into his mouth and suckling lightly. It didn’t take the inexperienced nord long to spill his seed in his brothers mouth, Vilkas made a face and spat it out on the floor by his bed. “Feel better now Farkas?”
“Aye, thank you Vilkas... Vilkas?” He looked over at his brother who had gone back to his own bed. Vilkas turned his head and looked at him with sleepy eyes.
“What is it?” He watched Farkas bite his lip as he settled down amongst the furs.
“Can we do that again sometime?” Vilkas thought it over and smiled.
“Until we find some wenches to do it for us...” Farkas nodded and closed his eyes, drifting into easy sleep, Vilkas followed and neither one of them woke up on time for training the next morning.
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