AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always, thank you to Braxton 54, Bonnie Sveen Fan and Guest, for reviewing and everyone reading; it is very much appreciated.

Soon enough Kyle and Casey slow down their sniffling as they get to work on gathering the buckets, sponges, towels, and scrubbing brushes.

Both teens are still feeling very sorry for themselves and to make matters worse, are both secretly blaming the other for what happened.

"I am never listening to your stupid plans again," Kyle grumbles as he dips his cloth into his bucket of soapy water and begins to work on the front of Brax's Ute where the majority of the toilet paper was.

Casey glares at Kyle as he too dips his scrubbing brush into his bucket of water to start on the top of Brax's Ute.

"What are you so upset about anyway? I got punished worse than you, my bottom still really hurts!" Casey complains and stops to vastly rub at his backside again; despite it doing nothing to alleviate the ache.

"So, what; it doesn't mean it didn't hurt for me!" Kyle grumbles back, still dealing with his own tenderness that has since eased from the initial sharp sting.

Casey scoffs and goes back to scrubbing vigorously to try loosening up the egg remnants.

"Sure, it did," Casey grumbles sarcastically; believing he is far worse off than Kyle.

Casey certainly didn't care how Kyle is feeling when he is still feeling so humiliated and sore.

"You'd cry over spilled milk if you'd have the chance, you wimp," Casey adds bitterly; over exaggerating his brother's sensitivity, as his anger grows.

Kyle momentarily ignores Casey's comment and continues working on removing the debris and mess on the bonnet but finds Casey glaring on and off at him.

"I don't cry over spilled milk and I'm not a wimp, so don't call me that," Kyle mumbles.

"Whatever," Casey huffs and slaps another round of heavy soap water on the top of the Ute.

"Ugh! Why does the water have to leak down so much but the stupid egg still sticks? I'm getting wet the more I scrub to get the eggs off!" Casey complains; feeling already tired out from the hard labour of cleaning his big brother's Ute.

Kyle rolls his eyes; just wishing Casey would shut up complaining and just do his share, considering it was his idea.

"It's called gravity; you know Newton's Law? The egg's not going anywhere because it's denser and until you use more force to scrub at it, it's going to stay. Whereas water is light and gravity makes it drip down easy," Kyle explains.

"I wasn't talking to you, Kyle! I don't need some stupid science lesson; it's all jargon to me, so stop being such a geek!" Casey snaps, feeling annoyed by Kyle's informative lesson.

Casey begins to pull off the condoms and glares at Kyle busily cleaning his section and trying to make it as immaculate as possible.

Casey tosses a condom towards Kyle and it hits him in the back.

"Hey!" Kyle exclaims and turns to glare at Casey, then down at the condom.

"Real mature; it's good to know one of us is taking Brax's punishment seriously," Kyle grumbles.

"I am! It's not like I want Brax on my back again!" Casey snaps.

"Could have fooled me with throwing around condoms instead of putting them in the bin. Grow up for once Casey," Kyle states, in annoyance.

Casey scowls at Kyle.

"Oh that's right! Maybe it's you who needs to grow up, since you're not even that big!" Casey snickers and points to the condom on the ground.

Kyle's face turns red.

"I don't know why Brax even bothered giving you any; it's not like you'll ever have a girl go after you when you're such a wimpy bore and I'm surprised he even thinks you'd fit in a small!"

"Shut up Casey!" Kyle snaps; feeling hurt and embarrassed, with Casey bringing up his small size, especially after Brax had said they were not to argue about it.

"Don't tell me to shut up Kyle; like you can talk; opening your fat gob and telling Brax this was all my doing!" Casey accuses.

"Because it was your stupid idea, I said no but you had to be so horrible and force me to, so maybe you should just stop whining about how you got spanked worse, because that's your fault and you deserved every bit of it!" Kyle argues.

Casey angrily shakes his head, feeling hard done by.

"Yeah well...some brother you are: you backstabbing loser!" Casey snaps.

Kyle shuts up feeling hurt from Casey's words, especially when he is questioning his loyalty as a brother and calling him a loser; the same name he was called at school.

Kyle bites back his tears and avoids looking at Casey.

"You're such a jerk sometimes," Kyle mutters.

Casey huffs and tips out his dirty bucket water and on the way to refill it, Casey shifts Kyle's bucket mere centimetres from Kyle's feet.

Kyle spins around hastily; overwhelmed by his feelings of anger and sadness and suddenly stumbles into his bucket; flying forward.

Casey watches on, snickering as the bucket tips and Kyle trips over the top.

"Ow!" Kyle exclaims.

His pants below the knees are soaked from the bucket water and his hands and knees are throbbing after hitting the gravel driveway hard.

Kyle glances over at Casey who is chuckling at his misfortune, and he turns away as tears start to fall from his eyes.

Kyle looks at his grazed and sore hands and pulls himself up.

"Are you still out here John? Will you mind your business," Marilyn says, slapping John in the chest.

She sees Kyle push himself up from the ground.

"Oh the poor dear. I should go check on him," she mutters.

"And you tell me to mind my business. I told you that Casey was trouble. He's a nasty boy. He just put that bucket where Kyle would trip," John states.

Marilyn shakes her head and walks towards the fence.

Marilyn thought of Casey still as a sweet boy, though is well aware of his tendency to be a troublemaker and be cranky.

"Are you alright Kyle, Darling?" Marilyn calls.

Still embarrassed from knowing Marilyn and John witnessed his spanking and scolding, Kyle keeps his face turned away.

"I'm fine, thanks Marilyn," Kyle replies, as he attempts to keep it together.

Kyle turns towards Brax's Ute and carefully rubs his sore knees.

He notices a slight tear in his pants over his left knee and sees a speckle of blood appear.

Kyle's left knee had hit the concrete the hardest whilst also landing on a sharp rock.

Kyle winces, beginning to feel even more miserable.

Casey returns with a fresh bucket of soapy water.

"Maybe next time you'll look where you're going?" Casey comments.

Kyle shakes his head and picks up his bucket and refills it.

"Come on now John; why don't we go into town and have lunch?" Marilyn suggests.

John and Marilyn take one more look over at the teens next door before leaving to go into town.

Kyle and Casey continue to work in silence, though not without passing the occasional glare and snide comments.

Kyle is working on the front side of the Ute, trying his best to ignore the pain in his hands as he continues to dip his hands into the water bucket and press firmly on his scrubbing brush.

Casey is now working on the back part of the Ute where he'd hair sprayed the profanity.

After much scrubbing to the area, it becomes apparent: nothing much is changing.

Casey groans and hangs his sore arm down as he glances at the back of Brax's Ute and feels he is getting nowhere.

Despite trying to hide his fear of Brax coming home to find his Ute with the same damage to the back, Casey is becoming anxious not knowing what else he could do.

Casey glances over at Kyle, knowing his older brother always has a smart solution to problems but being too angry to ask Kyle for help, Casey gruffly turns away.

Casey sets his eyes on the hair spray can they had left next to the bin from the night and has an idea.

He rushes over to the bin and grabs the hairspray can; alerting Kyle who glances over at what his little brother is doing.

Kyle watches as Casey returns, shaking the can in his hand.

Kyle's eyes widen as Casey begins to spray the back of Brax's Ute, covering up the rude imagery.

"What are you doing?" Kyle accuses and stops his own work efforts.

"I'm trying to fix this; what's it look like? I couldn't scrub it off so this is the only thing that makes sense to fix it," Casey replies, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Kyle shakes his head.

"You'll only make it worse," Kyle mumbles.

Casey scowls at Kyle.

"No-one asked for your opinion!" Casey snaps and finishes the final touches of spray.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Kyle grumbles and sighs; going back to his cleaning.

Casey glances over at Kyle and then back at his now completely hair sprayed section on the back of the Ute; second guessing his actions.

Casey shakes his doubts away and goes back to scrubbing, only much slower, as the fear of Brax's reaction looms in his mind.

Moments later, Heath comes out with his arms firmly folded and watches Kyle and Casey at work.

"Break time, boys," Heath announces; the time has reached just after one.

Kyle averts his eyes away from Heath.

"Heath, we have to get this done," he mumbles.

Heath shakes his head and glances at the Ute that even after several hours of cleaning still looked a right mess.

"No, lunch time," Heath replies sternly.

"Didn't you hear? This has to be finished before Brax gets home and properly kicks our butts," Casey replies with a hint of fear.

Heath raises his brow.

"You sound worried, baby bro?"

"No, I just want to make sure Brax's Ute is how he wanted it," Casey mumbles and looks away.

"Hmmm: right. Well Brax also wants you both to have a good meal inside you. So, lunch, before I kick your butts," Heath says firmly.

Kyle throws his sponge into his bucket and wipes his hands on a dry rag; wincing as his grazed palms flare up and briefly glancing at them when no-one is looking.

Casey sighs in defeat and tosses down his scrubbing brush and stands up.

Heath nods in approval.

"What happened to you?" Heath asks Kyle, gazing at his soaking pants.

Kyle avoids Heath's gaze.

"I just knocked over the bucket," Kyle mumbles in a lie.

Not fully believing his little brother's story, for he knew Kyle too well to know that when he deliberately avoids looking, he isn't telling the truth.

Not having time to dig further into Kyle's story, Heath grabs both teens by the arm and encourages them inside.

They are both parched and starving.

Heath encourages Kyle and Casey towards the table and orders them to sit.

Both boys wriggle in their seat as they initially sit down, still having some discomfort over their bottom from their earlier spanking.

They catch a whiff of the pleasant aroma of freshly cooked sausages and their stomachs turn.

Heath had pre-cooked some sausages and buttered some pieces of bread, ready for his little brother's lunches.

Heath pours two glasses of juice and places them down on the table; one in front of each of his brothers then turns back to the pan on the stove and puts the warm sausages on the bread.

Heath squirts barbecue sauce on Casey's and tomato sauce on Kyle's before squashing them together and making two sandwiches each for the teens.

Heath gives the sandwiches and also a small pack of potato chips to his brothers.

"Eat up, my little brothers; you need strength after the big trouble you both got yourself into this morning," Heath orders, standing over both Kyle and Casey, with his arms folded.

Both Kyle and Casey hungrily scoff down their sandwiches.

After a few big gulps of his second sandwich, Kyle turns to Heath.

"I'm so sorry Heath," he mumbles.

"What for Bubs?" Heath asks with curiosity as he furrows his brow and rests his hand on Kyle's back.

"Because of what we did and how it was meant to be for you," Kyle confesses.

Heath nods.

"I know. I found out after Brax informed me," Heath replies.

"Are you mad?" Kyle whispers.

"I think you both have learned a valuable lesson and in fairness this all started because I took things out of control, so no more pranks: from me or from the two of you," Heath states firmly and proceeds to place a hand on Casey's back also.

Kyle nods obediently as he chews away at his sandwich.

Casey however doesn't make any acknowledgement of what Heath or Kyle are talking about and just focuses on scoffing down his sandwich in large bites.

"Alright, you two: finish your lunch. I'll be back in a minute after I put on a load of wash for the Big Fella. Don't either of you tell him; I'm doing this as a favour after he was so stressed over the antics of you two this morning," Heath says, pointing towards his brothers.

Kyle nods in response but Casey ignores his older brothers.

Heath walks off towards the laundry and Kyle glares at Casey, who has finished his sandwiches and is now bursting into his little packet of chicken chips.

When Casey still takes no notice, Kyle gives his little brother a rough nudge, causing Casey to drop his packet of chips on the floor, with some spilling out from the packet.

Casey frowns.

"Good one, Kyle!" Casey snaps and squeaks back his chair deliberately scrapping it to make an annoying creaking sound; being aware how much that annoys his brother.

Casey bends down to retrieve his lost chips.

He blows off the dust from the ones that fell from the packet before shoving them into his mouth.

Kyle frowns and shakes his head at Casey, often taken aback by his little brother's gluttony.

Casey sits back up and scowls hard at Kyle, before leaning over and snatching Kyle's cheese and onion chips.

"Casey: don't!" Kyle snaps.

Casey bursts open Kyle's chips before throwing them angrily onto the floor.

"Hey: what did you do that for?" Kyle accuses.

"You did it to me!" Casey argues.

"No I didn't! You dropped yours on your own after I barely nudged you! Don't be so childish!" Kyle yells.

Casey momentarily scowls, feeling insulted and lost for words.

Unlike Casey, Kyle isn't going to eat chips off the floor and got up to clean up the mess, feeling a little disappointed he'd missed out on his savoury snack.

As Kyle kneels down onto the hard lino floor he winces as soon as his injured knees make contact.

He can feel some blood seeping out of his left knee and he tries to shift from side to side to alleviate the pain.

Concentrating on the pain and cleaning up his crumbled chip mess, Kyle is interrupted when Casey finally retaliates with his comeback.

"I'm not a child and if I was you'd be one too with being only six months older!"

Too focused on his pain Kyle glances up and scowls at Casey.

"What? I didn't say you were! I said you were childish!" Kyle snaps.

"Well I'm not that either! Besides, why'd you nudge me for?" Casey accuses.

Kyle rests down on his feet and rubs his sore knees; thankful of the short reprieve.

"I nudged you because you completely ignored Heath instead of even having any consideration to apologise," Kyle informs.

"Why?" Casey protests.

"Because of what you planned for him," Kyle replies.

"That's stupid. I did nothing to him and I'm not apologising!"

Kyle shakes his head.

"What?" Casey accuses, having seen Kyle's behaviour of his head shake.

"I didn't say anything," Kyle grumbles.

"No, but I know you thought something! You're such a goodie golden child!" Casey snaps.

"Why? Because I find value in apologising?"

Casey shrugs.

"You don't even acknowledge Heath helping with the washing," Kyle mumbles.

"So? That's not helping us; that's Brax's job; it's only helping him."

Kyle is about to reply to his little brother's arrogant remark when the teens hear the sliding door open and Heath making his way back towards them.

"How's lunch going: my two naughty troublemakers?" Heath calls out; neither Casey nor Kyle answer.

Heath notices the silence between his little brothers and sees Kyle kneeling down in his soaked pants, gathering up potato chips from the floor.

"What happened, Bubs?"

Kyle briefly glances up at Heath then glares over at Casey.

"I just accidently knocked them off the table," Kyle lies as he informs Heath.

"Hmm, you seem to be acting like a bit of klutz today?" Heath implies.

"He's always a klutz," Casey mumbles and Heath flicks him on the head.

"Keep your comments to yourself," Heath scolds and watches Kyle closely; sensing something wasn't right with the older teen.

"Ha, yeah," Kyle scoffs and finishes cleaning up the crumbs and gingerly stands up; trying his best not to wince as his knees throb and he is aware of Heath looking at him.

"Well, did you want another packet?" Heath offers.

Casey scowls, wondering why Kyle should get another packet of chips when he had to eat his from the floor.

"Mine fell; can I have another packet?" Casey pipes up.

"Sure it did; that's why your packet is completely empty and no crumbs are around you. Besides, even if they did I know you'd just eat them off the floor. You don't fool me baby bro," Heath replies and roughly ruffles Casey's hair.

Casey whines and pulls away just as Kyle answers.

"No thanks; don't bother."

"Well in that case you both better get back out there and finish cleaning up your mess," Heath instructs.

Casey huffs and walks off to the toilet then storms back outside.

He doesn't want to go back to cleaning but is more scared of Brax's reaction if he doesn't comply.

Kyle makes his way to the bathroom, while Heath collects the plates and puts them in the sink, quickly washing them.

After several minutes Heath wonders what is taking Kyle so long in the bathroom and he decides to head down to investigate.