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Heath gets a little rough with Kyle in this chapter.


Kyle is at the table reading a history book when his big brother slaps him on the shoulder.

"Hey Bubs," Heath smiles.

If this was Casey he wouldn't muck around, he would just get straight to business, but Kyle was fun to play with.

"What's up Heath?" Kyle asks nervously.

Heath has made him extremely anxious, it was like there was a prank waiting around every corner. After the Oreo prank Kyle knew he couldn't trust Heath at all.

"Oh you know little bro, just finishing a job," Heath laughs.

Kyle immediately knows what he's talking about and makes a feeble attempt to get away only to be grabbed before he could even go three steps.

"No, no, no!" Kyle says panicking; he didn't want a wedgie.

"Not so fast, little man," Heath laughs.

Heath ruffles his little brother's hair and smiles down on him.

"Come on Heath please; I'm begging you! I don't want a wedgie!" Kyle begs as he starts to feel tears fall from his eyes.

He knows it's wimpy crying before the wedgie even begins but he knows it's going to hurt and he's scared.

"Really? You could have fooled me, my nerdy little brother. I thought you were the one that suggested it," Heath laughs, he was going to make his little brother regret saying that.

"Get ready my nerdy little bro, I'm going to wedgie you now!" Heath yells but doesn't pull up his brother's underwear, however Kyle still flinches.

"I'm going to do it now!" Heath laughs but still doesn't pull up and Kyle once again flinches.

"Please Heath! This is bad enough!" Kyle cries.

If this has to happen he wants to get it over and done with.

"Alright alright, I'm going..." Heath starts

"Please!" Kyle interrupts and tries one last time to beg but it was to no avail as Heath pulls up as hard as he could with both hands making Kyle's underwear get halfway up his back in that one pull.

Kyle squeaks loudly in pain, he had expected it to be bad, but not this bad.

Heath continued to pull on the underwear causing Kyle to cry out loudly.

"Brax!" Kyle cries out loudly hoping his eldest brother would finish in his shower and save him, but there is no reply and the fact that he yelled out only makes Heath angrier.

He lifts Kyle up off the ground and leaves him hanging for about ten seconds. By this point Kyle is a mess, he can't stop crying.

Heath places him back down and continues to pull harshly on Kyle's underwear, each time he pulls his little brother makes a squeaking noise.

"Please He…. Heath tha...tha...that's enough! Ppp...Please!" Kyle begs in between sobs.

But Heath continues to pull and suddenly Kyle's underwear is hooked over his head and his eyes, leaving Kyle hysterical in tears, Heath had never given him a wedgie this bad.

He knows this is still revenge for messing with him when he was talking to Bianca, now he's wondering why on earth he did it.

"How's that feel, Squirt?" Heath laughs as he rubs the top of his brother's head causing him to whimper.

"I…t…hur…hur…hurts," Kyle stutters through his pain.

"Right it hurts? So what has little nerdy nerd learnt?" Heath asks.

He grabs Kyle's waistband and lifts it up so that Heath can see his little brother's eyes.

"To not tea..tease… yyou when you're talking to… or…or… with Bi…Bi…Bianca," Kyle replies sadly.

"Good boy," Heath smirks and grabs ahold of Kyle's leg holes and pulls up with all his strength and he eventually rips his brother's underwear holding it up in the air all in one piece.

His little brother drops to the ground in loud sobs from the pain.

Heath knows that his brother will be in pain so he's happy to give him time to calm down.

After about five minutes Kyle stands up and sniffs loudly while rubbing his eyes.

"Okay, you two have learnt your lesson. From now on stay away from me and Bianca, got it?" Heath demands, as Kyle looks down at the floor and rubs his sore bottom.

Heath lightly grabs Kyle's chin and tilts it so Kyle's looking at him.

"Got it?"

Kyle nods.

Heath ruffles his little brother's hair again and even pulls him in for a hug. He would never admit it out loud, but Kyle is his favourite brother but that doesn't mean if the situation calls for it, Heath wasn't above dishing out harsh revenge.

"Now what do you say?" Heath says as Kyle looks up at him.

"I'm sorry Heath, we shouldn't have teased you, it was an immature and mean thing to do," Kyle sincerely apologises.

Heath kisses the top of his brother's head and then shoves him away and hands Kyle back his torn underwear.

"Take these back as a memory, little brother," Heath says casually.

Kyle takes his underwear in his hand, feeling pitiful.

Kyle grabs his history book and makes his way to his bedroom again rubbing his sore bottom.

Casey is playing games on his iPad when he walks in, Kyle looks in Casey's direction with a sulking face.

"Let me guess Heath finally got you and gave you that wedgie?" Casey sighs.

"I don't want to talk about it," Kyle mumbles as he goes into his underwear drawer and grabs out a new pair, before tossing his torn ones into the waste bin.

"He ripped them!" Casey gasps.

Heath had given him and Kyle many wedgies but their underwear had never ripped before.

"I don't want to talk about it," Kyle repeats, "But Heath says we're even now."

He starts to get changed, still sniffing slightly.

"Like hell we are!" Casey huffs, "We need to get him back!"

"Casey, I've seen the inside of my underwear one too many times today, I'm not interested in it happening again," Kyle replies as he finishes getting changed and lies down on his bed and starts to read his book only to immediately feel uncomfortable and shifts so he is now lying on his stomach.

"That bad?" Casey asks, he knows that feeling.

"Don't want to talk about it," Kyle repeats again.


Brax finishes in his shower, which was a much needed relaxation from his busy day at work and after popping on a fresh pair of shorts and a shirt he heads down to Kyle and Casey's room to tell them goodnight.

Without knocking, Brax opens up the door and smiles at his two youngest brothers, but his smile instantly fades when he notices Kyle grimacing on his bed and attempting to get comfortable on his stomach.

"Kyle what happened? Are you alright?" Brax questions protectively.

Kyle avoids Brax's question and gazes away, only causing the eldest to become more concerned.

"Kyle?" Brax urges.

"He's not talking," Casey pipes up.

"Why? Did you two have a fight?" Brax demands; now placing his attention on Casey.

"No. Heath gave him a wedgie; one of those real bad ones. Tore his undies and now Kyle's real sore," Casey explains, taking his eyes away from his ipad game to give Brax his full attention.

"You're kidding; Kyle this true?" Brax questions, anger now rising inside him and it was then he notices Kyle's torn underwear at the top of the waste bin.

Brax walks over to his teenager brother and rests a gentle hand on Kyle's shoulders. Kyle now had his head resting over his hands, facing sideways, trying to relax and forget about the pain coming from his lower end.

"I'm sorry Kyle, do you need anything? Would you like me to get you some pain meds?" Brax asks.

Kyle silently shakes his head; forcing himself not to cry.

Casey intensely watches his two brothers in silence and with a hint of concern for Kyle.

"There is some lotion in the bathroom that might help," Brax suggests in a soft tone.

Kyle again shakes his head sadly.

"No thank you, Brax. I just want to be left alone," Brax sighs and moves his hand up to Kyle's head, gently massaging his scalp for a few minutes before speaking again.

"I'll fix this Kyle; just rest, huh?"

Kyle lets out a small moan and gives a small nod.

Brax moves away from the older teen's bed and gives Casey a small smile before giving the shoulder of the youngest a squeeze.

"Goodnight boys; don't stay up too late," Brax instructs.

"We won't Brax; night," Casey replies and turns his attention back to his game; pressing it off pause.

"Goodnight Brax," Kyle barely manages to get out as he struggles against his exhaustion.

Kyle was tired from the physical struggle with Heath, the screaming and of course the pain; it all took its toll on the lean and sensitive boy.

Brax huffs as soon as he exits his little brother's room and shuts their door. Not wasting a second before storming into the lounge room and giving Heath a hefty whack over the back of his head.

"Oi: what the hell!" Heath exclaims; almost choking on and spilling his beer as he glares at his big brother.

Brax scowls hard; he is so angry with Heath for hurting Kyle, especially after having told him off post Casey's ordeal, for the same thing.

"What's the big idea?" Heath questions and sets his beer down on the table.

"Why don't you tell me?" Brax demands as he places his hands on his hips.

"What the hell are you on about?"

Brax huffs and makes a move towards Heath, gripping Heath by the collar of his shirt and pressing him against the couch.

"Calm down, big fella," Heath says and holds his hands up in surrender.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Brax shoves Heath hard.

"What did I tell you about giving Kyle and Casey wedgies?"

"Did little Kylie snitch?" Heath smarts and instantly receives another shove.

"No, Casey told me and do you know why?" Brax says with interrogation, "I could barely get a word out of Kyle and he was too busy trying to get comfortable on his stomach!"

"Get off me!" Heath yells and shoves Brax off and Brax pulls away, but remains standing tall, ready to fight.

"It's just a harmless normal little brother prank. You used to do it to me," Heath defends, brushing down his shirt in annoyance.

Brax scoffs, "A harmless prank does not leave them hurt, or in Kyle's case tonight: with torn y-fronts! And yes Heath I did, but I never did it to the extent of making you cry or cause excessive pain, and I am three years older than you. You: Heath, have fourteen years on them; fourteen! Heath they are just kids; our little brothers and they are no match for your strength; you are twice Kyle's size and Casey isn't that much bigger either!" Brax harshly scolds.

Heath sighs, "Okay. I'll apologise tomorrow."

"No! You will get and apologise now. Kyle is still awake; they both are," Brax orders, leaving no room for argument.

"I want an end to these pranks. You have tortured them enough with your games and you are not to wedgie them in any way ever again; am I clear? If you don't end this tonight Heath, you are going to be dealing with me and we both know you don't want that. You know I can hurt you far worse than how you hurt those boys when my fist does the talking."

"Alright, I'm going. No need to threaten me with your manly fists; I get it."

Heath pulls himself up from the couch making his way towards his brother's room.

Satisfied this would be the end of the pranks and drama, Brax grabs a beer and takes his place on the couch to watch the late night football.


Heath knocks on the boy's bedroom door and immediately enters without waiting for a reply. Casey glances up at Heath.

"What do you want? You shouldn't be allowed over here again after the wedgie that you gave Kyle!" Casey hisses rudely, standing up for his older brother.

"I came to talk to both of you," Heath starts, ignoring Casey's comment.

Casey turns to Kyle who finally makes a move to acknowledge Heath's presence in the room and hesitantly looks up at him.

Heath then sees how broken his brother is and realises Brax was right: he had taken things too far.

Heath rests his leg up on the end of Casey's bed and glances between his brothers.

"I came in here to tell you both I think you boys have both learnt your lesson, so I'm calling a truce on the pranks."

"Did Brax tell you to come in here and say that?" Casey questions; barely looking up from his game.

"So what if he did; that's not the point," Heath replies gruffly.

Casey puts down his game and shuffles into a sitting position on his bed.

"Sure it's not; a half-hearted Heath apology; just great. What did Brax say to make you come up with that?" Casey replies sarcastically and Kyle gazes over at his baby brother wondering why he was continuing to antagonise Heath.

Heath scowls at his baby brother.

"You can quit getting all snappy at me, Case. I'm still your big brother and deserve to be spoken to with respect, especially when I'm trying to talk seriously to you and you can bet if I wasn't I'd be giving you a wedgie," Heath threatens firmly.

"And I'd tell Brax," Casey protests.

Heath reaches down and snatches Casey's ipad from him and clips him on the head.

"Do you really mean that?" Kyle quietly speaks, breaking the tension.

"Yes I mean it," Heath replies and takes his foot off Casey's bed and hands Casey's ipad back to him before approaching Kyle, gently ruffling Kyle's hair.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Casey mumbles, in annoyance, trying to focus back on his ipad game.

"I'm hurt Case; don't you trust me?" Heath says and steps towards Casey to ruffle his hair too.

"Not since last time you said for me to trust you," Casey grumbles and pulls away.

"Fine be that way, but I've done my deed, so night little brothers."

"Night," Kyle whispers, while Casey grumbles and ignores Heath.

Heath walks out and joins Brax on the couch again.

"So; is it done?" Brax asks.

"Yep; Kyle was more understanding than Casey though."

"Can you blame him; you know what they are like: Kyle's more forgiving than Case. Though I don't know why after what you put him through," Brax comments.

Both older brothers take a sip of their beer and relax watching the television, while in the bedroom Casey is feeling heated, not having accepted Heath's apology, especially when Brax had been the one to tell him to do it.

"Ky; hey Kyle?" Casey calls out.

Kyle is trying to let his exhaustion take hold and fall asleep.

"What?" Kyle moans.

"We have to do something to get Heath back."

Kyle groans, "Can we not talk about this? Heath said sorry."

"And you believe that?" Casey exclaims.

"Casey, please I'm sore and tired and I just want to sleep," Kyle groans and shuts his eyes.

"Aren't you even going to get into bed?" Casey asks, softening his tone.

"Can't be bothered," Kyle replies.

"What about your blankets? Did you want something?" Casey asks.

"Whatever; I just want sleep." Kyle closes his eyes again.

Casey gets up from his bed and sneaks out of his room to grab a blanket from the linen press and upon return, places the blanket over his older brother.

Casey climbs into bed and switches off the bedside light but remains staring at the dark ceiling; pondering on ways to get Heath back.