You decide to pick on your little brother. He’s a freshman this year. You knock on his door. “Go away I’m getting dressed.” Uninvited you let yourself in. And as fate had it there he was pulling up his white briefs just as you walked in.
“Hey what are you doing.” He screams at you grabbing a pillow to cover himself up with.
You break a smile, “Dude what the hell are those?” Ripping the pillow out of his hands and pointing at his briefs. “You call yourself a high schooler, when you dress like a toddler”
“Get out! I said I was getting dressed!”
You shut the door and then turn to him. “I know what you said. I just have a better idea.” Then, jumping over his bed, you grab him and put him in a headlock. “Stop it dude.” He cries. You grab his balls and squeeze, “Things can get a whole lot worse for you if you want to be loud.“ You look at him, who was pinching his eyes closed, and he give in and nods in agreement; you release.
You let him out of the headlock and grab the back of his briefs. He looks at you as if to beg you not to, but you do it anyways. You pull up as hard as you can giving him a giant wedgie. You then drag him to his bathroom. You force him down on his knees, still in a wedgie, and with your foot you force his head into the toilet. You remove one of your hands from the briefs and flush. You take your foot out and put your hand back. You then lift his back end off the ground forcing his head into the toilet and just as the toilet stops you rip the briefs off.
He sits up wiping the water off his face. “Here let me help you with that.” You say laughing. You then use his freshly ripped underwear and rub it all over his face. He grabs the briefs and then rips them out of your hands. “These were brand new. What the hell.” He says giving you a dirty look.
“Listen dude,” you say still laughing, “I was just trying to help my little brother out, only babies wear tighty whities.” He shoots you ok look, you struggle not to laugh again. “Ok dude, I know when I’m not welcomed, I’ll just get going.” You laugh as you run out of the room.
“Guess I should get going, I don’t want to be late.” You go down stairs and grab your keys. “Bye mom!” You scream to her as you walk out the door. You hop in your car, a white two door wrangler with the top and doors off, and head to school. You grab some breakfast talk to some friends and then head to you first period...
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