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Heath is still a bit rough with the boys in the chapter.
In the main area of the flat Kyle is rubbing the back of his head.
Heath had given him a whack for good measure and had released his hold on him as they left the bathroom.
He turns to Heath who looks furious.
"Kylie, I thought we had an agreement that you weren't going to mess with my dates with Bianca anymore," Heath says, glaring at his little brother and walking in his direction.
Kyle backs away as his older brother approaches him.
"I know Heath and I'm sorry!" Kyle cries.
"You better learn this time, Bubs," Heath warns in a softer tone, "I am going to make you suffer the consequences."
Heath smirks as he reaches out and grabs Kyle's hoodie and pulls him closer.
"What are you going to do?" Kyle asks nervously, his tears starting to cease.
His older brother loves torturing him and Casey; especially if they have done him wrong and comes up with some very inventive ways.
"It's actually what you're going to do my nerdy little brother. Come with me into my room and see," Heath taunts, but instead of grabbing Kyle by his hoodie, Heath grabs the top of Kyle's briefs, causing Kyle to whimper.
Heath pushes Kyle towards the bedroom by using his grip on his underwear.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Kyle protests the entire way to the bedroom.
Casey hears Kyle's yelling and wonders what Heath is making Kyle do as he begins the hard scrub of the toilet.
Heath snickers and releases his hold on Kyle.
"You see this mess?" Heath asks.
Kyle looks around, there are socks and boxers everywhere.
"It's kind of hard to miss," Kyle mumbles quietly, but unfortunately Heath hears this.
He pulls Kyle closer and higher so he's standing on his tip toes.
Kyle lets out a small yell of shock and fear.
"What was that geek?" Heath hisses.
Kyle's mouth opens and shuts not knowing what to say. All he can get out is a small, "sorry."
"Good," Heath smirks and let go of his brother's hoodie and lets him drop back to the ground.
"Now as I was saying, there is a big mess here, so what I'm going to get you to do is clean it all up," Heath laughs.
Kyle looks around disgusted. He then looks up at his older brother.
"But that means I'll have to touch everything," Kyle says, his tone full of disgust; the smell is horrendous.
Heath really can't expect him to pick up all of his socks and boxers.
"You're exactly right, Ky. You better get started," Heath orders as he shoves his brother away from him.
"Make sure you get every last one little bro," Heath says.
He is really enjoying this; his little brother is a clean freak and he has to have everything perfect and that is why this is ideal payback.
Kyle turns to his older brother.
"Do I really have to?" Kyle asks meekly.
"Just clean it up Kyle, don't make me ask again," Heath orders and gives his brother another shove.
Kyle's face drops and he looks sadly at his older brother.
"Can I please have some gloves?" Kyle asks quietly.
There is no way that he's touching his brother's socks and boxers without gloves.
Heath bursts out laughing.
"You're such a geek Kylie!" He says howling with laughter.
He slaps his brother hard on the back and makes his way to the couch where he sits down and places his feet on the table.
"Get started Kyle or I'll make you get started," Heath threatens as he looks in his brother's direction.
Kyle's shoulders slump, he knows he has to start cleaning now, so he picks up his brother's washing basket and starts picking up his brother's clothes, his socks and boxers smell worse than Casey's and Kyle gags.
"I sure hope Bianca has had all her flu shots, because there is no guarantee she won't catch anything in this disgusting mess likely riddled with festy bugs," Kyle mumbles, thinking Heath would not hear, but sadly he was not in luck.
Heath hops up immediately from the couch, rushing over and grabbing Kyle by his hoodie.
Kyle instantly gulps.
"You got something to say about Bianca or my house? Seems like you need reminding not to smart mouth and talk back, little Kylie," Heath warns.
Heath easily picks Kyle up and flips him over his shoulder, carrying the teen into the kitchen.
Kyle is terrified of what Heath had planned for him and his heart sinks when he sees Heath pull out a jar of mustard and a tablespoon from the cutlery drawer.
"No, Heath: please. I'm sorry, okay," Kyle begs; he hated getting the spoonfulls of mustard.
He remembers one of the times when he was given that punishment from Brax when he was ten.
He had been so engaged in his book that when Brax had asked him to do something, Kyle was quick to reply with: "In a minute; geez, why do you have to be so bossy. Keep your hair on!"
Brax was not at all impressed and took Kyle's book immediately from him and pulled Kyle into the kitchen by his arm.
After a stern scolding on not to speak in such a cheeky manner towards him, Brax had pulled out the mustard and spoon.
Kyle had apologised relentlessly, but watched on crying as Brax opened the jar, ready to give him the nasty spoonful.
"No way are you getting out of this, Bubs. You know the rule for a smart mouth: two spoons of mustard, but after what you said, I ought to give you a third," Heath warns.
"No Heath, I'm begging you: please. I won't ever answer back with a smart remark to you again," Kyle pleads.
Heath snickers.
"That's what I like to hear," he teases.
He gives Kyle a firm tap on his bottom, in which Kyle lets out a small yelp, as his butt was still hurting from his wedgie.
He is then set down in front of his older brother.
"Now you know how this works, Kylie."
Heath unscrews the jar and Kyle backs up against the counter, feeling like a scared little kid again.
Heath grabs Kyle by the arm and waves the spoon towards him.
Kyle could already smell the horrid, strong aroma, and easily recalled the taste.
Heath manages to shove the first spoon into Kyle's mouth, and he gags, letting tears well in his eyes.
As Heath goes to get another spoon, Kyle tries to pull away and again pleads.
Heath was having none of that and spins Kyle around quickly and grips his arm around his arms and chest; immobolising the teen.
Kyle moans and whimpers.
"I wouldn't have to use such force if you just behaved, my little spooky," Heath says with a tease and spoons in the second dose of mustard.
Kyle again gags and coughs at the taste, being thankful he had never backchatted his brothers too many times to be given that kind of punishment.
Heath holds onto Kyle until Kyle has recovered, he then pulls him away and holds onto his upper arms, looking into his face.
"Now it's back to cleaning up for you and no more, smart remarks," Heath warns and drags Kyle back to the bedroom to finish cleaning up his dirty clothes.
"Heath! Do I have to!" Kyle moans.
Heath glares back at him and Kyle has his answer.
He continues to pick up Heath's dirty clothes, while Heath goes and sits back on the couch relaxing.
Kyle continues to clean and Heath smirks in the direction of his little brother who he can see is struggling.
Suddenly his brother yells out.
"I'm not picking that one up!" Kyle says weakly and points at the pair of boxers on the floor.
They were the ones that Heath wore the night of the laxatives incident, and they had skid marks through them.
"You don't have a choice, shrimp! Pick everything up or suffer the consequences of having your face shoved in my armpit. But just a warning I haven't put on deodorant today and you know how much I stink; your choice," Heath says, smirking.
He watches as his brother looks from him to the dirty clothes on the floor.
"Five seconds Kylie or you'll get both."
Kyle continues to look between his brother and the clothes.
It's a tough choice, both smell worse than the other.
"Five, four," Heath starts and Kyle starts to panic; he really doesn't know what to do.
"Three, two, one," Heath counts down quickly and races towards his little brother.
He grips his brother by his hoodie and pulls him close.
"The clothes, the clothes please the clothes," Kyle begs, hoping it's not too late.
Luckily his brother must be feeling generous.
"Okay, you better get started again," Heath smirks as he picks up the boxers covered in skid marks and shoves them in his brother's face.
Kyle screams loudly; the smell is the worst thing he's ever smelt.
Heath holds it there for a bit longer then takes it off and places the boxers on his little brother's head.
Kyle gags and stares up at his brother; he sure does love torturing him.
Heath then shoves his little brother to the ground.
Kyle pushes himself up, takes the boxers off his head and continues to clean.
In the bathroom Casey is cleaning the toilet for the third time and it still reeks.
Luckily, he found gloves under the sink so that was one good thing, well the only good thing.
Sadly, for his older brother he hears screaming coming from the flat and he feels bad for him.
He dragged him into this and now Kyle is stuck in the flat with Heath.
He puts more toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and scrubs hard.
Then sprays the inside of the toilet and shrubs again.
The skid marks are gone but it still smells.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
"How's it going, Case?" Heath asks as he opens the door.
"It definitely smells better. Keep cleaning little bro. I want the whole bathroom spotless," he smirks.
"The whole bathroom! You said just the toilet," Casey gasps.
Heath never said he had to clean the whole bathroom; that isn't fair.
"Well, I changed my mind; didn't I?" Heath snickers as he shuts the door behind him.
"This is ridiculous!" Casey huffs and starts to clean the rest of the bathroom.
In the main area of the flat, Kyle has finally finished picking up all his brother's clothes.
He then turns to his brother.
"Okay I'm finished, disgusted but finished," Kyle says.
Heath stands up and walks towards his little brother.
"Good, now tidy up the rest of the flat, there's rubbish everywhere," Heath orders and shoves his brother again.
Kyle's head drops.
"Okay," he mumbles in reply and starts to pick up all the rubbish on the floor and throws it in the bin.
He then gets out the vacuum and vacuums the whole flat. After that is done, he walks over to his brother again.
"What now?" he mumbles looking down at his feet, unable to look into his brother's eyes.
"Now this," Heath laughs as he grabs his brother around the waist and carries him to the laundry basket then dumps him headfirst into the laundry basket.
"Heath!" Kyle squeals, "Let me out please!"
He hates this; it stinks, and he's humiliated.
"Sorry Ky. I've got a date with our baby brother and a toilet," Heath teases.
He whacks his little brother on the butt, but much softer than before.
"But it stinks in here! I hate it!" Kyle cries and wonders why on earth did he agree to prank his older brother; he's got to stop listening to Casey.
"That's the point, spooky. Enjoy!" Heath laughs as he walks into the bathroom.
"Alright Case, is it clean?" Heath asks.
He looks around and the bathroom is looking pretty good.
"Not bad, Case. Now you tell me: is the toilet clean?" Heath asks as he drags his baby brother over to the toilet.
"Yep, it's clean; that's a relief, for you that is," Heath laughs as he dunks his brother's head in the toilet and flushes.
He then pulls his head out and then puts it in again, and then once again flushes.