It was a warm Summer night. The penny pinching master of the house turned off the ac, and the twin kitties’ large fluff certainly didn’t help combat the heat. Their thick cat beds only made it more unbearable, so they instead opted to sleep sprawled across the cool kitchen floor. Don had the same light grey fur as his brother, almost white, with a few specks of darker grey across his body. He slept on his side, his back touching the brisk metal of the refrigerator, his paw-fingers still entangled in his favorite piece of red yarn. Next to him, his brother Ron slept with his slim belly to the floor, his plump rear slightly angled upward in a goofy looking fashion. Both of their thin girlish frames stretched out reached a height of around 4 feet. Both shared the same soft features, from their small dainty pink noses to their delicate ears, blue eyes, and wiggling pink padded toes. As house cats it was normal to be this small, no large build or intimidating face needed when their biggest enemy was the occasional mouse. At some point, Don’s fingers begun to gently twirl the yarn as he stirred. His eyes groggily blinked open. He gave a soft yawn while stretching his body, sore from the bittersweet floor. He slowly leaned up, and sat cross legged with his paws in his crotch. The sensation that woke him up was gradually coming to light as he observed his surroundings. He winced as the sharp pain in his bladder was fully realized. “I gotta pee!” he whispered to himself in a childish voice. He firmly grabbed his crotch, and tried his best to make his whine of pain quiet. However his brother’s equally sensitive ears picked it up, and he soon found a pair of sleepy blue eyes peering up at him. “Sorry Ronnie…” he whispered. Ron leaned up on all fours, and did the typical cat leg stretches, before ironically sitting in his brother’s same anthro fashion. “What’s wrong?” He said rubbing his eyes. “Nothing….I-I just have to pee,” Don admitted, slightly embarrassed. Instead of laughter, Ron surprisingly gave a look of concern. “Really?” He looked down at his crotch and tightened his legs. “Because, I have to go too.” The twins looked at each other’s face of mild pain and giggled. “Too much lemonade.” Ron said in a sing-songy voice. Indeed one could say they had too much, but after such a hot day, the ice cold refreshing cup of lemonade their master offered was too good to pass up seconds, or thirds, or even fourths. The decision to not use the litter box before bed further encapsulated them in this predicament. “Woah, Donnie! Look at your belly!” Don’s normally slim tummy was slightly bloated with several cups of consumed liquids. Ron curiously poked it, causing Don to flinch and give a quick yelp. “Don’t poke it! I really have to go!” He said frantically, and squeezed his crotch. Ron cursiously looked down at his own abdomen, finding it equally bloated, before giving it a firm poke. He had the same, if not bigger reaction, giving his brother a good chuckle. “Let’s go to the litter box.” He said feeling a new wave of desperation. Don led the way out. On all fours, they went around the dinner table, and snaked through the living room furniture. As anthropomorphic creatures, they were capable of walking on 2 legs, but the 4 legged stance felt more comfortable. However, 2 legs, and 2 free hands could have helped them hold in their watery payloads. They both walked with an extra hip sway, and held their legs close together to put extra pressure on their kitty parts. Just before the stairs to their room, Don stopped suddenly, causing Ron to bump into his rear. “Donnie!” Ron gasped. He felt a shift of pressure between his thighs from the unexpected halt. “Sorry, sorry!” Don said slightly panicking. He quickly dropped to his haunches, and grabbed his penis hidden in his crotch fluff. “Give me a second, I think some came out!” Ron, with his back legs hopping from paw to paw gave an annoyed growl, and tried to go around, but Don’s spread knees in his semi-squat stance made a path too narrow to go through without risking an accident. Ron quickly followed his brother’s pose, and put both paws on his crotch. “C’mon Donnie, I can’t hold it!” He whined. Don, his bladder disturbed by his brother roughly trying to go around, found some comfort in the fact that his fur was indeed dry, and that he had not soiled the living room carpeting. He took a deep breath, and started up the stairs with a quick pace, thighs squeezed together as his legs needed to take an even wider gait to get up each step. Ron, in his urgent needs couldn’t keep up, instead keeping one paw on his crotch as he climbed, slowing him considerably. By the time Ron got upstairs, Don had already rounded the corner to their room. “Uh-oh…” Don said like a helpless child. In an attempt to be polite to their master, Don remembered closing the door behind them as they left their room last night. It was easy to simply pull on a knob to close, but with their clumsy awkward padded paws, it would be a struggle to twist the knob. But they were both bursting at the moment, and had no choice but to try. After doing a few dances, Don hopped on 2 legs, and went at the door knob, dancing more human like, his foot-claws softly tapping the floor with each step. At first he tried a two pawed attack, but felt a twinge in his nether region, and shoved one paw between his thighs. He crossed his legs in an attempt to stand still, and get a better grip on the knob, but found that he needed his other paw. But after moving that paw he felt another wave of pain, and begun bouncing up and down at the knee, before even that wasn’t enough pressure, and he was back to his hands free dance. Ron in any other situation would find his brother’s teary eyed moves interspersed with pained whines hilarious. But as he lay on the floor, chin on the ground, front paws stretched back to his crotch, and fidgeting rump in the air, while giving similar moans, he could only wince in similar pain. He was also nearing tears watching his brother’s paws slip around the door knob. “Ooooh, I’m gonna pee!” He said in a strained voice. But in a case of severe irony, Ron saw a squirt of urine shoot out from his brother’s crotch, and hit the door. “You peed!” He exclaimed. At the sensation Don gasped, and immediately shoved both hands in his crotch. He doubled over, pressing his head against the door, and gritted his teeth to hold back a sob. Ron simply watched in suspense, his own needs feeling a little bit smaller at the moment. Don took a deep breath, and stood up as much as he could. With both paws he put a tighter grip on the knob, successfully twisting it open. With a surprised look of hope on his face, he darted in side. Ron winced as he pulled himself off the floor, his poor bladder felt strained and ready to explode. He kept one paw on his crotch and ran-well more like waddled, into their room as fast as he could. The room was small, pretty much an oversized closet with windows, only enough room for two pet beds, storage for toys, maybe a few feet of walking space, and the all valuable litter box. More than enough space for two kittens to occasional curl up in. Ron stopped in his tracks when he saw Don already at the litter box, squatting over it, keeping one paw on the wall for support, and using the other to shuffle through his crotch fur, and aim his penis downwards. He couldn’t help but blush upon his brother’s figure from behind. A beautiful lightly muscled back, with his perfectly aligned spine leading down to a healthy looking tush. Ron inched closer and his eyes widened at Don’s balls subtly peeking out from under him. It was unseen without a rather sensual invasion, but he imagined the sight of a tight pink pucker up between those full cheeks…. Ron couldn't see it, but he heard the strong stream of urine hit the sand of the litter box, and his brother’s moan of relief. Don’s toes curled and uncurled adjusting to this new sensation of urine flow. He panted with an open mouth, finally letting go of the pressure. The sound was pain to Ron, who’s bladder only cried out more. He sat up on his haunches, shaking and bouncing as he held his crotch with both paws. He started to move around with in the limited space of the room. The sound of his claws tapping caused Don to abruptly stop urinating with a small groan. He looked back at his brother with shy eyes, and a streak of pink across his face. “Uh...R-Ronnie, could you wait in the hallway for a second?” “Huh, why?” Ron said, still moving wildly. “I can’t go when your watching…” he replied in a small voice. “Please it hurts!” He started to tremble, and gave a small whine. His bladder didn’t take his sudden stop so kindly. Ron remembered his brother was annoyingly pee-shy. When ever they went on backyard adventures, Don would always need to go deep in a bush for a potty break, or try to pee quietly when Ron was asleep, or when he’s awake to meekly ask him to turn around and cover his ears until he finishes his business. Although disappointed he couldn’t feast his eyes some more, he was bursting to use the litter box and wanted Don to hurry up. So he quickly went into the hallway, and rose on two feet, hoping the addition of two hands could give him another minute or two. The jet of urine commenced once again, the sound of it causing Ron to double over as he crossed his legs tighter. He closed his eyes and clenched every muscle in his body, shaking from the strain, until he felt something warm…. Ron opened his eyes wide and gasped. He started to do another potty dance. “Are you done yet Donnie?” He called out desperately. “Not yet!” his brother called back. Urine started to drip out of his paws, dampening his inner thighs just as tears begun to dampen his face. He couldn’t pee all over the floor and disappoint his master. With no other choice, he started to run down the hall, squeezing his penis tip, looking for where- a garbage can, a potted plant, a window- to relieve himself. He thought of going outside, but going down the stairs might risk an accident, and he’d have trouble with the knob. Just as the end of the hallway was near, he passed an open room with its lights on: the bathroom! He had only used a toilet properly just once after his master informed him it was not a faucet. It was only out of curiosity and a much less desperate situation than now. Unfamiliar to the process of standing while urinating, it seemed inconvenient to climb/sit up on, compared to popping a squat over litter. But right now, it was his only choice. Ron hobbled over to the toilet, and moving as fast as he can, he held the tank with one paw for support and lifted one shaking, damp leg on to the seat. Mid squat, and halfway between placing his other foot on the seat, he let the hand on his crotch go to grab the wall, but as soon as he did, a jet of urine bursted out of him. In his panic the stream missed the bowl, insteading hitting the tank and the floor, he strained to stop it, but could only reduce it’s flow. He quickly stabilized himself. Paws trembling, he held onto the tank and leaned forward so that his penis head aimed down into the bowl, and finally released the pressure. He gave a moan, stretched and stifled by pants, his whole body shuddering and hips giving a quick wiggle in relief. He looked downward between his legs, watching a strong flow of yesterday’s delicious lemonade coming out of his pink cock. He saw his own hanging balls, and briefly wondered why they felt heated as he watched his brother moments earlier. For the next minute and a half he simply decided to close his eyes, hang his head down and not think of anything, rather enjoy the relief as his body emptied, and the subtle tickle of liquid flowing out of his member. When his bladder was finally empty, he let out a content sigh. He felt much lighter, and certainly ready for a few more hours of sleep. Ron gave a few bounces to shake a few stubborn drops off his kittenhood and hopped off the toilet. He froze. He had jumped into his own warm puddle of urine and remembered the mess he made. Although somewhat disappointed, he was happy he didn’t make a bigger mess in the hall. This one was pretty easy to clean with toilet paper before master notices. As he flushed the toilet he heard a gasped “woah” from behind him. It was Don, blue eyes wide in amazement. “Did you use the toilet?!” “Yep!” Ron beamed. “And you didn’t fall in?” “Nope! I’m perfectly dry! Inside and out.” He said, noting the slight ache of an empty bladder in his lower body. “Wow...you gotta teach me how to use it one day.” “Sure! Tomorrow we can stuff you full of more lemonade, and hold it in until you’re good and ready!” He saw his brother’s look of nervousness, and giggled. “I just kidding Donnie. Hey look! Your belly’s back to normal. Boop.” He playfully poked his brother’s navel, embedded in a now flat stomach. Don flinched and fell backwards, this time due to his ticklishness. “Ah, hey!” He leaned up to realize in horror that his brother was reaching to tickle his other weak spots; his sides, his neck, that special spot above his tail, and….his feet. After the displays earlier, Ron was feeling a little handsy, and enjoyed feeling the many soft spots and gentle muscles on Don’s body, all the while making his brother do that cute laugh, and if he hit that right spot, purr. Eventually, they both tired each other out. After all, it was still late at night. They headed down stairs to the spot on the kitchen floor, giving mewling yawns along the way. Ron curled up, leaning his head on Don’s side. Despite the summer heat, this kind of warmth felt strangely nice.