AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks everyone for continuing to support this story. There is a tiny bit of swearing in this chapter.


Casey returns back to the bedroom after having some breakfast and retrieving his phone from Brax.

It is the second day of school holidays and he's managed to drag himself out of his bed, eventually; however not without a foul mood.

"Ugh! What a waste of a perfectly good Sunday; can't even go to the movies because I don't have a cent to my name," Casey moans as he grabs some clothes to get dressed.

Kyle rolls his eyes at Casey's dramatics.

He is quietly writing down some music in his notebook and has been awake a few hours before Casey and not wanting to wait all day to explain the money, Brax informed Kyle at breakfast and then again when Casey had just come out for breakfast.

"Aren't you bothered that you have to pay out one hundred dollars too because Heath couldn't stop eating to save himself at his dinner date last night? Brax doesn't want to care about hearing how unfair it is either," Casey complains, pulling on his pants.

He'd voiced his opinion on the severity of the cost and refusal to pay, but Brax was quick to shut him down on it.

Kyle shrugs.

"Sure, a bit, but we did owe it to him as our punishment for ruining his date here with Bianca," Kyle reminds.

"Well, I don't agree. Heath gets away with everything: again. I'm still mad he put itching powder in my undies!" Casey grumbles.

"Heath apologised for everything, so why can't you just move on and accept that last night was our punishment?" Kyle says casually as he strums a few notes on his guitar.

"Pfft; his: I'm so sorry, speech means nothing. Heath hasn't really paid for all the things he did to us. I mean aren't you the slightest bit mad about your hair; you still have pink tinges and need I remind you that it made you the butt of bullies torment?" Casey argues and pulls off his pajama shirt, replacing it with his basketball all-stars slogan shirt.

"Yeah, sure but..."

"But nothing: we have to make Heath really pay this time and I'm not talking about making him sick with Diarrhoea and embarrassing him, we need to hit him where it hurts!" Casey exclaims.

"I just don't think this is necessary Casey," Kyle states, trying to deter his brother from another plan, especially after Heath's confession last night and the trouble he went to, to confront Wesley's Uncle for him.

"Kyle, come on. This is a once in a lifetime payback and I need you on my side for this."

"We shouldn't do anymore revenge plans; it's not a good idea, besides I don't want to anger Heath again, let alone get in trouble from him and Brax," Kyle argues.

In honesty he is more afraid of Brax finding out as Brax is always ready to dish out punishment without hesitation.

"You are such a chicken," Casey insults as he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not. I'm just cautious. I don't want to be shoved into Heath's armpit, or given another wedgie, or be dumped into a dirty washing basket, never mind most importantly breaking his trust. So, I'm saying no Casey, to whatever idea you have," Kyle responds firmly.

"Don't be such a goody boy scout. Heath deserves this, now are you going to help me out or am I going to have to make you?" Casey grumbles, beginning to get frustrated that Kyle didn't appear to be on his side with his revenge idea.

Kyle places his guitar on his bed to the side of him and frowns at Casey.

"What do you mean, make me?" Kyle demands.

Casey eyes Kyle's monkey on the side of his bed and smirks.

"If you won't help me, just think: if you were embarrassed by our friends finding out about you sleeping with a stuffed monkey, how about the whole school finding out? I just bet the rest of our year and the year eleven and twelve's would make your life hell and think of you as some baby who needs a teddy to sleep with, and I bet Scott, and his brother would even think you were a real loser!" Casey mocks.

"Why are you being so mean about this? I said no. I don't want any part of this," Kyle snaps.

"I'm not and too bad, I'm just giving you an option. Also, on top of that I'll tell Brax how you swore at me and that you were the one who broke the barbecue," Casey threatens menacingly.

"I didn't break the barbecue that was you and I only swore that one time because you were being a jerk towards me over a game," Kyle argues.

"Brax doesn't know that and you know how he feels about swearing," Casey snickers.

Kyle doesn't want to take a chance that Casey is bluffing.

He doesn't want to be in trouble for something he didn't do or for in fact lying, nor suffer the taste of mustard for swearing, but he also doesn't want to participate in anything Casey had planned for Heath; not after everything Heath did to make it up to him, so he becomes more defensive against his little brother.

"Well, how do you think he'll feel when I tell him that you're planning something horrible for Heath after he said no more and also threatening me to go along with it? Because I'll go tell now, Casey; I mean it!" Kyle threatens and gets up from his bed, on his way to leave to dob his brother in.

Casey huffs in annoyance and wanting to make sure Kyle gets on his side, and doesn't dob him in, Casey grabs his phone from beside his pillow and scrolls through his photos.

"Fine, if you're not going to help, I guess I'll just have to post this around the school and maybe even borrow Milo for some show and tell and tie him to the goal post," Casey says wickedly and turns his phone around to show Kyle the photo of him snuggled in his blue penguin oodie with his stuffed monkey wrapped tightly under his arms.

Casey lets out a laugh and takes another hard look at the photo.

"You'll be taken on lots of trips to: the rubbish bins, the toilets, wedgie town; far worse than anything Heath could do," Casey teases.

Kyle frowns, instantly remembering about how horrible his bullying incident had been and never wanting to relive that trauma and having something so personal exploited would only make that incident look pleasant.

Kyle's heart starts to pound as the anxiety creeps up over the thought of being humiliated, just like in his nightmare from his severe bullying incident.

Kyle breathes heavily and after a few seconds of feeling like he is being crushed, Kyle lunges towards Casey to snatch the phone from Casey's hand in an attempt to delete the photo, however Casey holds his phone up high and shoves Kyle hard in the chest.

Kyle stumbles backwards and falls down, hitting his back against the side of his bed.

Kyle groans and makes an attempt to stand but Casey is quick to block his way and pin him down.

"I wonder what Milo will think about meeting kids at school?" Casey laughs.

"Casey, stop it; I'm begging you. Please don't show anyone that photo!" Kyle pleads and makes an attempt to reach for Casey's phone again; his heart still beating fast.

Casey yet again holds his phone out of reach.

"Say you'll help me get Heath back!" Casey threatens.

Kyle whimpers and doesn't answer so Casey tosses his phone onto his bed and shoves both hands against Kyle's chest and makes a grab for his nipples and gives them a rough squeeze.

"Ouch!" Kyle yelps and slaps at Casey's hands.

"Alright, I'll do it. Just get off me and let me go," Kyle pleads, instantly regretting his choices, but concludes Casey is not going to let this go without making him suffer somehow.

Kyle hits Casey's arms again to release the younger brother's firm hold on his sensitive chest area.


Brax is in the kitchen tidying up the dishes and bench tops when he hears a hard bang followed by the yelping and bickering of his brothers.

He makes his way down the hall and knocks on their bedroom door before entering.

Having heard Brax's footsteps coming down the hall, Casey is quick to remove any force against Kyle, so as to not get caught, and Brax sees him stand as he enters.

"Boys, what's going on here?" Brax asks, eying both Casey and Kyle.

Kyle is rubbing his chest.

"Just mucking about wrestling and playing around," Casey lies and lets out a laugh.

Brax frowns.

"Well that sounded like more than wrestling. I heard a thud and yelping. I've told you boys not to be so rough in here. One of you could get seriously hurt. Are you both alright?"

"Yeah, we're all fine, you don't have to worry," Casey replies.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry Brax, we won't do it again," Kyle apologises.

Brax nods, "Well make sure you don't. I don't want to have to explain to Sid why he has casualties with head knocks or injuries from cupboard corners."

Brax leaves the bedroom and heads back into the kitchen to finish cleaning.

"Please Casey, promise me you won't show that photo to anyone now I've agreed," Kyle states and finally pulls himself up from the ground.

"You help me and it's a deal. Now listen to my plan," Casey says with a smirk.

Thoughts continue to run through Kyle's mind of endless bullying, strained confrontations with Heath and Brax scolding him for swearing that one time, whilst Casey explains his genius plan of getting back at Heath.

"We know how much Heath loves his car, so this is sure to really cut him up and hopefully after this he'd be too traumatised to touch us again. So, making sure you understand, Ky, we're going to sneak out once everyone is asleep and put eggs, toilet paper, glue and feathers; see I knew they'd come in handy, all-over Heath's car and another thing just to embarrass him further..." Casey explains and stops to rifle through his sock drawer.

"I'm going to plaster these all over his car," Casey chuckles and waves his packet of small condoms in the air.

"Casey, Brax bought those for you for...safety," Kyle blushes.

"So, I don't need them, and this is a much better use for them," Casey laughs.

Still not feeling enthusiastic about the idea but having no other option besides sheer torment,

Kyle nods his head.

"What makes you think we can pull this off?" Kyle asks quietly.

"You just have to trust me; I'm the master of sneak."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Kyle mumbles.


A short while later both Kyle and Casey exit their bedroom.

"Not doing any more song writing?" Brax questions Kyle.

As much as Kyle wanted to spend his Sunday working on his music, he is too anxious over Casey's nighttime plan.

Kyle shakes his head.

"Just thought some fresh air might be nicer," Kyle mumbles and heads out in the back garden.

Casey flops down on the couch and flicks on the television; scrolling through the channels.

"I hope you are not going to be some couch potato all your holidays," Brax comments.

"I can't hang out with my friends if I don't have money. What else am I to do?" Casey answers with a hint of annoyance.

"Well, I can think of plenty, like tidying your part of your bedroom, pruning the garden, or mopping the bathroom..."

"Ugh! I meant fun things, Brax!" Casey complains.

Brax chuckles and ruffles Casey's hair just before his phone rings.

Brax grabs his phone from the counter.

"Yeah, okay, no problems; I'll be there then."

Brax hangs up his phone and turns his attention back to Casey who has overheard Brax's conversation.

"What was that about?" Casey asks.

"Work needs me in tonight, so I have no choice but to go in, but I don't like the idea of leaving you and Kyle alone," Brax replies.

Casey smiles: this would be a great opportunity for him to gather supplies for the prank without having to sneak around Brax.

"Brax, we can handle ourselves; we don't need a babysitter," Casey moans.

"I'm just concerned, Casey," Brax replies.

"We'll just stuff ourselves with snacks and drink lots of soft drink, until we're sick and throw up," Casey cheekily replies, teasing his oldest brother.

"I hope you had better not. I've got left over potato bake in the fridge for your dinner, so I expect you to have a hearty meal and not just snacks," Brax warns, giving Casey a smile.

Casey turns back to the television and Brax heads outside to where he sees Kyle sitting in the Acapulco chair, gazing off into the garden.

"Hey kiddo, I hate to interrupt you, but I just want to let you know I've been called into work for an emergency booking tonight. Now I told Casey there is potato bake that you can heat up for dinner. And Kyle, I need you to be the responsible older brother and make sure Casey stays out of trouble and doesn't have too many snacks," Brax informs, while Kyle gives a nod, suppressing the guilty feeling lurking inside him.

Brax smiles and gives Kyle's shoulder a squeeze.

"I know I can rely on you, little man."

Kyle responds with a weak smile, despite his heart hurting from the deceit he is about to become part of.

Brax heads back inside to take a shower before working in the evening.

Come 4PM Brax grabs his keys ready to make his way to work.

"Alright, remember what I said: dinner is in the fridge, make sure you both eat at a reasonable time, and I don't mind if you boys have some snacks and watch movies or play games but just don't over-do it..."

"We get it; just go Brax. You don't want to be late," Casey encourages with eagerness.

"Alright, but I should be home around nine or ten and if either of you need anything Heath will be over in the flat and Marilyn is just next door."

"Yes Brax: go; we'll be fine," Casey moans.

"Okay, have a good night!"

Kyle and Casey both farewell their brother and Casey shuts the door.

"Perfect! Let's get everything organised for tonight!" he announces.

Kyle lets out a quiet groan but not having any other option but to comply he follows Casey down the hall.


After preparing all their essentials for the prank the teens make their way out into the kitchen for some dinner.

As Kyle pulls out the potato bake to spoon onto his and Casey's plates ready to heat in the microwave, Casey grabs a chocolate muesli bar and starts scoffing it down.

"Casey, we're just about to have dinner," Kyle exclaims; figuring if he couldn't stop Casey from doing his prank at least he could act like a big brother when it came to them staying by themselves.

"So? I'm hungry," Casey answers.

"Well Brax said not to binge on snacks."

"Sheesh, it's just one muesli bar; it's not a crime," Casey protests.

"Just please Casey, we're going to eat in a minute," Kyle says more firmly.

Casey huffs and sits down at the table, waiting for Kyle to heat and serve the dinner.

After dinner, Kyle politely cleans up after the two of them before joining Casey on the couch to watch a movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn.

As promised, Brax returns home just before ten o'clock.

"Hey, Kyle, Case; did you have a good night?" he asks.

"Yeah, it was great not having you here to nag us," Casey smarts and gives a laugh.

Brax ruffles Casey's hair.

"Don't get cheeky," Brax warns lightly, "What about you Ky; did everything work out alright with dinner?"

"Yeah, we ate about six o'clock and then I cleaned up afterwards," Kyle replies.

"On your own?" Brax asks and eyes Casey.

"Um...I didn't mind," Kyle mumbles.

"I know you don't mind, but that's beside the point I expected you both to clean up after yourselves," Brax says, raising a brow at Casey and rubbing his hand on Kyle's hair.

"Come on Brax; Kyle likes to clean, and I don't, so it makes more sense for Kyle to clean up our dishes," Casey complains.

Brax groans, "Never mind, as long as you boys had a good night and had no trouble."

Brax walks into the kitchen and grabs himself a beer and sits down in the armchair.

"I think after this one I won't be far off bed tonight. It was pretty hectic at the restaurant," Brax comments.

Casey smirks and gives Kyle a nudge; could things be any more perfect for their plan?

"As soon as this movie finishes you both better get to bed," Brax instructs.

"It's only got half an hour left," Kyle informs.

Brax nods and relaxes back in his chair, watching along with the movie.

It is just after eleven when Brax heads off to bed.

Casey listens intensely until he hears no more movement from his brother.

"Okay Kyle; let's do this," Casey whispers and climbs out of bed.

Kyle grumbles; feeling a little tired.

"Okay, you grab the eggs, toilet paper and torch and I'll take the glue, feathers and condoms," Casey whispers.

The teens tiptoe down the hall with the items and quietly open the front door.

"What if Brax realises we're up and hears us and sees the torch light?" Kyle whispers.

Casey groans.

"He just won't, you saw how tired he was, and he'd only hear us if you make too much noise. So shut up and come on."

Kyle heads towards the Ute on the right side of the driveway; the usual spot for Heath.

"How about I'll just be the lookout and watch?" Kyle suggests; trying anything to get out of this prank.

"No! I need help and besides do you enjoy being Heath's punching bag or better still be humiliated for the rest of your school life with the photo I'll post if you don't?" Casey teases but does not wait around for an answer.

Kyle frowns, wanting to debate how it's not just Heath that gives him grief but Casey as well but decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.

"Just stop being such a sissy Kyle and help me out or I swear I'll do everything I said," Casey threatens.

Kyle puts down the torch and shines it away from the house so as not to alert the older two and as Casey grabs the glue, condoms, and feathers, while Kyle reluctantly pulls out the two rolls of toilet paper.

As quickly as they could; for various reasons, they got to work decorating the Ute; Kyle for the guilt and just wanting it to be over and Casey for the avoidance of getting caught.

Both are in too much of a hurry to take notice of any minor detail such as a number plate.

Kyle takes the six eggs next and hesitantly tosses them at the Ute.

"Put a little more effort into it, Kyle; sheesh," Casey mumbles and does the finishing touches on the condom placement.

Casey smirks as he sees the handy work in the dim light of the night, and he has a thought.

"What did you do with your hairspray bottle that Heath messed with?" Casey questions.

Kyle furrows his brow.

"What do you want that for?"

"Never mind, it's to make the final touches. Now where is it?"

"It's in the bin after Brax threw it away," Kyle mumbles.

"Go and get it so we can finish off here," Casey orders.

"I'm not going through the bin; it's dirty!" Kyle exclaims.

"Fine, Mr. Pristine," Casey huffs and grabs the torch and has a look through the bin until he finds the hairspray bottle.

"Casey, I really don't like this idea. I think it's too much," Kyle confesses, as Casey returns back to the Ute.

"Keep your geeky opinions to yourself or I'll spray some of this on your hair again and make you look like a full pixie again; in some ways it suited you better. Now hold the torch so I can finish this," Casey grumbles, threatening Kyle knowing full well the difficulty he went through with the hairspray incident and the length it took to wash it away.

Kyle frowns and hangs his head feeling hurt at being reminded of the taunts he'd received that week and now again by his own brother.

Kyle reluctantly grabs the torch from the ground and shines it at the back where Casey is shaking the bottle.

Casey snickers and starts to spray on the back of the Ute.

Once Kyle realises what it is that Casey is drawing, he starts to panic and looks horrified.

"Casey: stop it!" Kyle scolds and tries to tug at Casey.

Casey only shrugs Kyle off and ignores him and continues with his drawing.

Once he finalises the picture, Casey snickers.

"Why'd you draw that, Casey? When Heath sees that he's going to kill us!" Kyle stammers.

"Stop worrying Kyle, just remember Heath deserves this and I'm just showing people what he is," Casey chuckles and admires the penis drawing he'd just hair sprayed on the Ute.

Casey shakes the bottle again and starts to write something next to his drawing.

"Casey! I mean it; stop it now!" Kyle says a bit more firmly.

"Just one more detail," Casey argues, ignoring Kyle again and finishes the last part before standing up and gathering the leftover supplies.

"I can't wait to see Heath's face," Casey chuckles and re-reads over his written part: 'I'm a big dick who acts big, even though I have a small surface area.'

Kyle turns away with a huff, believing Casey went way too far.

Casey tosses the leftover supplies into the bin and the two teens sneak back inside and down to their bedroom.

Kyle completely ignores Casey as he gets changed and hops into bed.

"Come on Kyle; don't be like that. I saw you having some fun throwing the eggs," Casey snickers.

"So? Doesn't mean I wanted to, but you gave me no choice," Kyle grumbles.

"Whatever; you're such a pushover. At least I'll get enjoyment out of Heath suffering with this epic prank," Casey argues and turns away from Kyle and goes to sleep.

Kyle stares blankly at the ceiling in pitch darkness for a few moments, trying to calm down the sickness he feels in his stomach.

He just can't shake the guilt of doing something so personal and hurtful to Heath, when he'd practically been forced to do something so unforgiving.