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"Fine!" he said. "You can have it, but I want your inch."

The other cheetah stared at his twin brother. The two of them had been alike for years, almost indistinguishable in every way, to the point that only their parents and closest friends had been able to tell them apart. Until the last year, of course. After their thirteenth birthday, Salinger had hit a growth spurt, and shot up an inch above his brother Michael.

Salinger continued to stare, then he burst out into laughter. "God, it's killing you, isn't it?" he said, snickering and poking his brother.

Michael growled. "Do you want the game or not?"

Salinger snickered. "Yeah, I want it. Sure! You can have it! My whole inch!" he said, crossing his arms.

Michael smirked himself, handing the disc to his brother. "Fine. Just remember. A whole inch."

*

* *

Salinger was sixteen, and he had a lot of things he should have been proud of. He was tall for a cat, standing at 5'11", and he had a nice, athletic build that he'd worked hard on. Good grades, handsome, and--if he was honest--extremely unhappy.

Salinger was stepping out of the shower as Michael walked in. The two were almost identical, except that Michael stood 6'1", was even better muscled, and extremely happy. Almost insufferably so.

Michael smirked. "Heya, little brother." He'd taken to calling him that a while back.

"Shut up, Mikey," Salinger snarled, pushing past him. His brother smelled hot and sweaty, and he knew he'd been working out in the garage on their dad's old equipment. Salinger did the same, but he never seemed to get the same results.

Michael grabbed his arm, jerking him back. "You wanna say that again?" he asked, glaring.

Salinger bared his teeth at his brother. "I told you to shut up!" he said sharply.

Michael's grip tightened as he turned his brother and pushed him into the wall. Salinger grunted deeply. "I dunno what your problem is," Michael said. "It's your own fault you're so much smaller than me..."

Salinger squirmed. "What are you talking about?!" he asked sharply.

Michael laughed. "Don't you remember? You gave me your inch."

Salinger struggled again, trying to pull away, then yelping as Michael twisted his arm slightly. "Up until then, we were going to be equal..." Michael said. "But you threw it away. Heh... Jacob and Esau..." he teased.

Salinger flattened his ears down against his head, trying to pull away one last time--"OW! STOP!"--before stopping the futility. He growled weakly.

"And now... Well... I think we're going to have to make sure you realize a few things," Michael said. "We're not equals anymore. We haven't been for a long time. I'm better than you, and you're going to keep making me better," he said, snickering.

"Mikey, this isn't fun--OW!"

"Call me sir."

"Mikey, that's--AHH!"

"Sir."

"Fine, you fucking weirdo! S-sir! Now let me go!"

"Nope. Not yet. First, you have to give me another inch." Salinger's face was in the time, but if he could have seen Michael's face, he would have noted that it looks almost predatory.

"Alright! Just let me go!"

Michael released him, then patted his ass. "Good boy," he said, snickering softly, then biting his neck firmly before grinding against him. "Don't you ever fucking challenge me again. You understand?"

Salinger's ears were pinned against his head, but he nodded.

"Good," Michael said, moving away. "Now, go to your room. I'm going to shower, then we can get some dinner."

Salinger didn't look back as he left the room. If he had, he'd have seen the triumph in Michael's eyes.

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It was the week after their nineteenth birthday when the twins--though no one had thought of them as 'twins' in years--moved into their apartment together. Michael had picked it out, decided on the layout of things and the rooms, and then told Salinger he was moving with him. Salinger had agreed.

He had stopped growing at 5'11, when he was sixteen, and had failed to maintain his muscle mass that well. He did well enough in school, but he'd stopped athletics after he'd been outclassed by his brother at every turn.

Michael was standing at 6'3" now, with a well muscled, broad body. It was enviable to everyone, but even more so to Salinger. They were supposed to be twins, but it seemed that Michael was constantly outstripping him at everything but academics. In that, they were practically even.

It was about two weeks after moving into their place that Salinger came home to Michael sitting on the couch, nude, watching a football game. The bigger cat smiled at his brother. "Hey, Sally," he said, smirking. "Come join me."

Salinger pinned his ears a little. "I really need to get my work done..." he said.

"Put down your bag, and come join me," Michael said. His voice was firmer. And Salinger just sort of sighed, dropped the bag, and did as his brother said. Just as he reached the couch, Michael held his hand up. "Nude," he ordered.

Salinger balked for a moment. Nude? "What?"

"Take off your clothes, Sally," he said firmly.

Salinger closed his eyes, then pulled his shirt off over his head, letting it drop to the couch. He was toned, but that was about it. A little bulk to his body, but he'd been unsuccessful in most of his efforts. His pants followed next, and finally, his boxers.

Michael grinned when he saw his brother's package, confirming his suspicions, then reached for him. Rather than let him sit on the couch, he tugged him into his lap, facing him, then laughed.

Salinger's nose was crimson. "M-mikey, st--"

A sharp slap landed on Salinger's hip.

"Say it right if you're gonna say it," he said firmly.

Salinger swallowed hard. "Sir, please stop," he stammered.

Michael grinned. "No," he said flatly.

Salinger's ears stayed back as Michael tugged him forward. "We're gonna compare sizes," he said, smirking. Salinger flushed darkly. They'd not done anything that... well... gay... in years. When they were younger, they used to do it all the time. Compare sizes or heights or... well... everything.

Now, though, he felt his balls and sheath touching Michael's, and there was a different feeling. One of shame. Looking down, his brother's sheath was plump and visible beneath his. And his balls were sized for it.

Salinger swallowed hard. "Tell me who is bigger," Michael said, smirking.

"You are," Salinger whispered.

Michael slapped his rump. "Say it right."

Salinger's face flushed even more. "You are, sir," he said, sighing softly.

"That's right," he said. "Now, go get a bath, then come to my bedroom. You're sleeping with me tonight."

Salinger's ears went up in surprise, then down again. "W-what? Why?"

"You heard me," Michael said. "Now do it, before I have to punish you again."

Salinger slowly slid off of his brother's lap, then went to the bathroom, taking a long shower to try and delay the inevitable. When he finished, he got out and dried himself off, then walked toward his room to get his boxers to sleep in. He couldn't believe Michael was making him do this...

"Where do you think you're going?"

Salinger started, turning and seeing Michael standing in the doorway to his room.

"I was just going to get my boxers," he said quietly.

Michael smirked. "You can wear some of mine. Come on," he said, pulling his brother into his room.

It was musky. Male. Sweaty. Salinger realized, distantly, that part of it was because Michael hadn't showered at all that evening. And now... The bigger cat dipped and picked up a pair of boxers from the floor, handing them to Salinger.

"Put them on," he ordered.

"But... they're..."

"Put them on."

Salinger's ears went back again as he pulled on the dirty pair of boxers, and Michael pulled him along to the bed, pushing him into it, then joining him and spooning up behind him. Michael was grinning brightly.

"You look so cute with your ears pinned like that..." he said, snickering. "Almost like a kitten."

Salinger should have yelled at him or elbowed him or something for that... but instead, he just lay there, being held, wearing his brother's sweaty, musky boxers and feeling the other male pressing into his back. After a moment, a paw slipped down, rubbing those boxers into his crotch.

"Such a good little brother..." Michael murmured.

Salinger whimpered barely, feeling himself grow erect, which make Michael smirk again. Seemed it was genetic, then.

"What's this?" he asked, rubbing the other's cock through the underwear. "It's so... little..." he murmured.

Salinger shivered slightly as Michael laughed, teasing along his barbs and the head of his cock almost gently. Salinger was flushing darkly by the time he came, a minute later, because of his brother's paw.

"There," Michael said. "You'll feel better now," he promised.

As Salinger weakly shut his eyes, all he could think of was how even with his cum on the boxers, the only scent in the room was Michaels.

*

* *

The next morning, Salinger knew why Michael had made him shower, then hadn't himself. He smelled like him. Stank of it. He pinned his ears back as he moved to get out of bed, only for Michael to grab him and tug him back.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Salinger swallowed. "To shower," he said.

"Nah," Michael said. "C'mere." He dragged Salinger over, then held him tightly, starting to drag his tongue over his fur. Cleaning him.

It was humiliating. It was something that happened to little kittens, and he wasn't a kitten anymore... But at the same time, he couldn't find it in himself to refuse.

"You're not going to class today," Michael said between licks.

"I have a tes--"

"You're not going," Michael repeated.

Salinger pinned his ears, then nodded weakly. "A-alright..."

He cringed as Michael continued to clean him, eventually topping with his head and neck and moving to his chest, dragging his tongue across it, bumping his nipples with his nose. Within a few minutes, though, he was flipped and his back cleaned a well. Michael stopped just above his tail, smiling as he rolled Salinger over.

"My turn," he said, laying on his back and smiling at his brother.

Salinger paled. "I... what?" he asked.

"Clean me."

Salinger was about to refuse when Michael grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down and into his fur, making him smell it. Smell his scent. The other male mewled for a moment, tugging, then settled in and sighed, dragging his tongue over the other's chest and neck slowly.

Michael's taste clung to his tongue, sticking there heavily as he continued to lick through his fur. He worked around his neck and then over his shoulder, crinkling his nose as Michael raised his arms and pushed him into his pit, making him clean there as well.

The bigger cat didn't roll over though for his back. Instead he just smiled and pulled Salinger closer, snuggling with him and purring deeply. After a moment, Salinger started to purr back himself, almost as if it was a resonance.

"Who's my little brother?" Michael asked.

Salinger closed his eyes, whispering softly. "Me..."