“Ennnnng!” 

	If I had known what was coming, I probably would have tried to be a little more quiet with my yawning, or maybe just slipped out of the bed and made a run for it. I felt something tingly against my side, something familiar, but I didn't immediately recognize it in my sleepy state. That is, until I felt it prodding my fur, and soon caressing me in a gentle, whipping motion.

	My eyes widened, and before I had a chance to flee, the mysterious sensation traveled up my side, breaching my stomach and and heading back down, stopping before reaching my butt. I felt my body tighten; I was paralyzed to the spot.

	“Ha ha ha! N-no...! Stop, it's...! Too early for this...”

	Joseph didn't respond to my pleas. If anything, hearing me beg made him tickle me more. It was something he loved to do, obviously much to my dissatisfaction. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have hated it so much if he didn't abuse the privilege. He knew where I was most ticklish, and he knew just how to make his tail push buttons I was uncomfortable with him even knowing existed. 

	“G-god! You... You....” I struggled to catch my breath. “You suck.... Stop!”

	To be clear, I don't normally share a bed with other guys, even less so my own brother, but lately we hadn't had much of a choice. We didn't exactly have a lot of money, and we didn't have a home to go back to like others our age. Really, all we had were each other, and that was true since the orphanage. So we were stuck living in a run down inn, and all we could afford was one bed.

	We are both felines and happen to look quite alike, but we're not blood related. Both of us have blond fur with dark brown spots assorted around our bodies, his fur coat more spotted than mine, with small dots along his cheeks resembling freckles. The average person would not be able to tell our brothership to be an exaggeration, unless of course they were also feline, which is quite rare. Our heights are fairly average, but he's a few inches taller. Felines are naturally slender, and we are no exception; though Joseph's body was notably more refined than mine, and he has always been the better fighter.

	“S-seriously! S-stop...! I'm... I'm gonna...”

	I felt something heavy and warm slide on to me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me tight. I could feel his breath on my neck and I felt something hard poke me in the hip. All I could see was his bare back as the blanket covering us was torn off the bed, and further down his tail whipping furiously above.

	“J-Joseph...!”

	He wasn't tickling me anymore, but this was worse. Reluctantly I admit it didn't feel worse, but conceptually, it was. Like I said before, I don't normally share a bed with my brother, but even less often than that does he mount me and press his erection into my body. The strangeness of the experience I cannot emphasize enough. It was not only the first time I had seen him do something like this, but also the first time I had been so intimately close with someone.

	I felt his tongue move in one warm, moist stroke against the fur covering my neck, as his lower body gyrated and pushed into mine. I couldn't move; he had me pinned.

	“W-what the hell...? What are you... What are you doing? Why are you on top of me?” I tried to whisper, not wanting anybody to hear me through the thin walls of our room. Many of the people in this inn were temporarily residents like us.

	“Does it feel good?”

	“... W-what?”

	He reached over and nibbled on my ear. It hurt at first, but the pain was replaced with a burning, and it seemed to carry a sensation that validated the pain, and even at points surpassed it. I was breathing heavy, and I was pretty sure he could feel my heart pumping hard against my chest.

	“I'm not gay.” He whispered it into my ears, making me really question how honest he was being.

	“I... I didn't say you were gay.”

	He didn't respond.

	“I'm just a little... confu-uggghgh.” My body tightened as a flurry of very disconcerting sensations spiraled away from my groin and spread through my entire body. I could feel his hand against my leg, or rather, my upper thigh, and he was running his finger up and down the crevice where thigh and hip connect. His finger occasionally grazed my balls, and his palm touched the top of my penis several times.

	“F-fuck...”

	“I just want to feel some warmth.” He whispered it into my ear.

	Again, I'd like to really make it clear this isn't how he normally acts. He is usually upbeat, a leader, a positive personality; and he isn't gay, either. But something came over him, and apparently that something possessed him to come over me. His hips were still rubbing into mine, and each moment it continued, I grew increasingly comfortable with the situation, which I state shamefully.

	“You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

	He didn't need to ask. He could feel I was beginning to enjoy it. If he had saw the expression on my face, maybe he would have felt differently, I don't know, but for most of the experience he was buried in my neck or nibbling on my ear. The only time it changed was when his lips met mine. He didn't linger though. He tasted me and I tasted him, our tongues gliding together for only a moment before he pulled away.

	“That felt weird.”

	That was the last thing he said. He stayed on top of me, gently humping me. At one point, he even grabbed my erect penis and rubbed it a bit, but I didn't return the favor, still too shook up to understand what was going on or what I was supposed to do. After a few minutes, he simmered down. He remained on me for a bit, but eventually rolled over and went to his side of the bed, closing his eyes, presumably so I wouldn't ask him about what had happened.

	In retrospect, I am glad he didn't go any further, though I am strangely thankful he did what he did. In someways, I think it put things into perspective for both us, and gave us some strange experiences we can bond over, in a secretive, unspoken way. I am also glad he didn't tickle me until I wet the bed. That would have sucked.