Alvin sits in the dark, wondering where Simon had gone and when he would be back. His wrists hurt a little from the rope, but not too badly, as Simon was surprisingly gentle tying the knots. When Simon suggested reenacting their capture by the tribe of savages during their big adventure as a game, Alvin was a little bit unsure but it had sounded fun. Now, here he is, tied up with rope suspending his hands above his head, on his knees and wearing nothing but a loincloth in their basement. Simon had gone off to change into his outfit, whatever that would be. Just as Alvin was starting to worry, he heard someone coming down the stairs. “Simon?” He calls out. There is no answer. Instead, he senses someone standing near him. He can feel the heat from their body...accompanied by a distinct scent. He can’t quite place it, but it makes his mouth water just a tiny bit. “Simon?” he asks again. Suddenly, this time, a light flashes on and Alvin gives a little start to see his younger brother standing beside him. But that wasn’t the most shocking thing. “S-Simon...why are you naked?” His taller sibling stands before him, his erect cock standing free, hard and throbbing near Alvin’s face. Simon smirks down at his brother as Alvin stares at the cock in his view. As Alvin takes in the details of his brother’s most intimate parts, he can see a bead of pre forming at the throbbing tip. “Open your mouth, Alvin.” Simon commands, moving his cock towards Alvin’s lips. Alvin stares back at the approaching cocktip. “B-but we’re brothers, Simon!” Alvin stammers weakly. He doesn’t sound too convincing though. There is a strange urge building within the chipmunk, a desire to do as he is told in his helpless position. Simon ignores him and bumps his tip against his older brother’s lips, smearing the pre onto them. Alvin licks his lips, his tongue gathering up the pre and brushing the cockhead at his lips. Alvin opens his mouth and leans forward, taking Simon’s tip into his mouth and beginning to suckle on it. Simon murrs and pushes more of his shaft into his brother’s hot, wet mouth, pre dribbling out onto Alvin’s tongue, the latter who drinks it down. “Thats it Alvie. Suck it like a good boy.” Simon says with a groan. Alvin starts to suck with more enthusiasm, taking more and more of his brother’s member into his mouth, his musk and taste coating his tongue and filling his senses, filling his world. Arousal starts to take strong hold, his own cock hard, straining against the flimsy loincloth that is trapping it, a wet spot from his pre appearing on the fabric. Simon's moans get loud and his cock begins dribbling pre more profusely as the pleasure of his sibling’s mouth fills hi, pushing him ever closer to release. “Ah, yes, Alvin, I'm getting close!” by this time, Alvin is almost deep throating him, bobbing fast on his meat, sucking away and swirling his tongue up and down the shaft, and scooping up the sweet pre. Simon holds onto Alvin’s head, hilting himself into his brother’s mouth as his orgasm slams into him. The large cock in Alvin’s mouth gives a big throb and cum explodes into his mouth, filling it, muffling the moans he is letting out. He greedily gulps down the cum as it just into his mouth, enjoying the sweet, nuttty taste immensely. Simon pulls his still shooting member from his brother’s mouth and allows it to gush creamy spunk onto Alvin’s naked body. As Simon’s orgasm dies down, he looks down at his brother with a smirk. Alvin looks back up at him, a blush on his face, his mouth hanging open, cum coating his tongue and dripping out and down his chin. Simon lets his cock flop onto Alvin’s cheek, where it oozes out cum, the delicious smell of musk fills the air. “Where did you learn to suck like that?” Simon asks, panting. Alvin gives him a mischevious grin. “Didn't you wonder why you were having so many wet dreams at night Si?” ….TO BE CONTINUED...