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Teased by my Twin for Joel_Feila by Draconicon

Joel groaned as he stepped out of the bathroom, the caracal's face burning like the sun as he heard the soft crinkle-crinkle that followed him out. He kept his hands away from his new bit of 'clothing', but the soft sounds of the diaper crinkling was a constant reminder of his latest humiliation.

Even the act of taking a step seemed bound to remind him of what he was wearing. The feline felt it rub and squeeze him every time he so much as twitched, and a step made his butt and crotch grind against the crinkling fabric in a way that made the diaper impossible to hide. Not that he was really trying, considering it was too thick for him to wear clothing over, but the point remained. It utterly humiliated the fourteen year old caracal, and the fact that he had to wear it made it no easier to bear.

He blushed worse as he walked into the bedroom, his twin brother Elijah laying on the bed already. Unlike him, Elijah was already stripped down to nothing, the other caracal not having a problem with bedwetting, unlike him. Joel groaned as the diaper crinkled all the way to the bed, and then got louder as he sat down.

"I can't believe that I have to do this."

"Well, you did wet the bed three nights running."

"Yeah, because I had too much to drink. It's not my -"

He broke off in a groan as Elijah reached over, rubbing him through the front of the diaper. The feline bit his lip at the soft strokes, his cock throbbing immediately through the loud fabric.

However, it didn't last long enough for him to really get into it. Elijah chuckled and pulled his hand back just before Joel would have started oozing.

"Seems like you like that diaper, bro."

"I-it's not the diaper. It's you rubbing it!"

"Heh, I've rubbed you and blown you hundreds of times, bro. You're not fooling me. You like this."

His twin reached out and rubbed him again just to prove the point, and Joel groaned under his breath as his cock throbbed inside the diaper.

It wasn't his fault. He just had a bit of a problem with drinking too much water before bed. Just like it hadn't been his fault when his family had gotten him de-clawed. He hadn't wanted to do all that stuff, ripping through furniture and bedding. It had just itched so much that he'd had to do something.

He blushed as he pulled away from his brother, trying to not think about all the kinky stuff that they usually did, and how humiliating it was that he had to wear a diaper in front of Elijah. Considering how much he'd been laughed at before for wetting the bed, he knew that his twin would already have a fair bit of material for the crinkly thing he was wearing now.

Rolling onto his back, he reached down, fiddling with his diaper. His clawless hands were useless for the fine details anymore, and without the ability to shred at things, the diaper was completely stuck to him. He pushed at it, even tried to scratch at the bindings and tapes holding it together at the waist, but nothing worked. Joel slumped back with a small whimper, the young caracal frustrated beyond belief.

As he tried to settle in comfortably, Elijah rolled over and patted his arm.

"You know, I might be willing to let you sleep in here without the diaper."

He rolled over to face his twin, his face twisting up in desperation.

"Anything. What do I have to do?"

"Oh, not much."

His twin smiled, stroking one of his claws along the front of the diaper. It crinkled again under his touch, depressing and then slowly pushing outwards as the claw retreated. The sound alone sent a humiliating throb through his entire body.

"Just show me that you're not a little kitten that can't do anything."

"How -"

"You don't have to get it all off by yourself. Just tear through the diaper a little bit. Show me that you can still be a good kitty, even without your claws."

"But I don't have any claws! How am I supposed to -"

"Oh, if you want to get out of that bad enough, I'm sure you'll find a way."

Fat lot of help that is, he thought as he looked down at the diaper. He'd only been able to put it on by himself because the little taps were separate and he didn't have to pull on them or rip them. Now that they were stuck...

Still, he had to try. The caracal reached down, pulling at the waistbands of the diaper. It was tight enough that it was hard to pull it even a bit away from his waist, but he managed to do that much. He groaned and growled as he tugged at it with one hand and futilely scratched at it with the other. It pulled at the material, but other than that, did very little. All he felt was the other side of the diaper pushing against him harder.

Desperately, he sat up, pushing and pulling at the crinkly material in the front. Every now and then he found that he was kneading at his crotch, feeling it get hard against the insides of the diaper, but he was more focused on pulling it apart, trying to get the diaper off of him. He sunk his fingers into the loud material, pulling on it, trying in vain to rip it apart as he got more and more frustrated, but every forceful tug only made the diaper tighter in the back. Without his claws, he was helpless to get rid of the damn thing.

Whimpering under his breath, he flopped back on the bed, his face red with embarrassment and exertion. He put his hands over his eyes as he blushed and groaned, and he didn't stop even when Elijah reached out to rub at his throbbing cock again through the diaper. It responded immediately, pushing upwards into his twin's hand, and Joel felt the front of his diaper start to grow warm and wet with his pre.

"Looks like you'll be sleeping in the diaper after all, bro."

"It's not my fault. They -"

"I know, you were de-clawed. But you know what?"

Elijah leaned over, kissing him on the neck, and then shoving him onto his side. Joel blushed as he felt his brother lean against him from behind, a throbbing boner pressed against his diaper clad butt, making the diaper crinkle every time that his twin so much as twitched.

"You being de-clawed, wearing this embarrassing little thing, and blushing up a storm the way you do...It just proves how much you are the 'little' brother here."

Joel moaned as his brother rubbed the front of his diaper again, shuddering as he was rocked back and forth by the thrusts from his brother and the pressure on the front of his diaper. It wasn't a true stroking motion, but the pressure, the way he was humped against Elijah's hand, was all the sexier for it.

His brother kept pushing him forward and back, the diaper crinkling like mad as he was rubbed from the front and the back. His cock was trapped against his crotch, rubbed against his fur and the soft plush front of the diaper. The caracal shuddered, oozing almost constantly, the feeling making his cock feel like it was thrusting into something far different than a diaper.

"B-bro..."

"What, you diaper humping boi?"

"P-please...if you make me cum -"

"Heh, you better believe I'll be doing that. And there's no way that you can stop me."

That's what he was afraid of. He could already feel his balls swelling and pulling up, since he'd been holding back all day. The thought of blowing his load in his diaper was bad enough, but it was what would come after that worried him. He whimpered, shaking his head as his cheeks burned hotter and hotter in his humiliation.

Despite that, his hips kept moving, pushed to hump and hump by his brother's constant grinding and rubbing. Though the inside of the diaper soaked up the pre, it still felt slimy inside, slimy and warm as he kept going back and forth. His twin's cock was sandwiched between his ass cheeks, making a valley in the crinkly diaper back as he was 'fucked' from behind, Elijah getting faster and faster, even growling in the young feline's ear.

"Go on, bro. Cum for me."

"B-but -"

"You know you want to...you know you can't wait for much longer."

Joel bit his lip again, trying to hold back from the orgasm that he knew was cumming, but it was completely impossible. His brother knew all of his buttons, and they were being slammed on hard. The caracal whimpered, moaning louder and louder as he humped against his brother's hand again and again, until -

"Ahhhh!"

He mewled and whimpered as he came, squirting his load over the absorbent interior of the crinkly diaper. Elijah kept pushing his orgasm to continue, rubbing and rubbing the feline's over sensitive cock head through the diaper, pushing him to keep squirting for almost half a minute before he stopped.

It was only when he was just shaking in pleasure that Elijah pulled back, and then Joel felt the stirrings of his orgasm's consequences. He groaned, shuffling from side to side, his face almost completely red now.

"Elijah..."

"Yeah?"

"I gotta..."

"Pee?"

"Mmhmm."

"Well, you're wearing a diaper. Just go. I'm not helping you out of it."

"But -"

Elijah rolled over, and Joel swore that he heard his brother chuckling at him. He whimpered at his twin's actions, and tried to roll to the edge of the bed.

However, it was too late, and the caracal gasped and whined as his diaper began to fill, his cock spurting yellow rather than white. The already damp front was soon soaked with his pee, making it hang forward and make his cock and balls feel like they were drenched.

It took almost a minute for him to stop shooting piss in the diaper, and he never made it off the bed. He slowly rolled back, feeling it dripping back to the still-dry back of the diaper. It soaked in immediately, and he felt lucky that the air didn't stink of what he had just done. Feeling it was bad enough.

At least it's not crinkling as loudly anymore, he thought.

The End