>>1837777Holy shit quads. i feel special.
Part whatever-
They were both fighting to pin the other down on the carpeted floor of their play-room, grabbing onto the others shirt and kicking all the way. Martin had undergone a fantastic growth spurt and was using this as an advantage against his smaller brother. The blond managed to twist his brothers legs in such a way that before he could counter he found himself on his back. Grinning victoriously, Martin seized Chris' wrists and used all his weight to pin the abusive legs down. "Ha! I win again!" Martin taunted. Chris frowned and bit his lower lip angrily. "Get off me MARTY!" he said loudly before he started thrashing under Martin. "Don't.Call me. MARTY!" yelled the now agitated older boy. He shifted and pushed down on Chris' wriggling body to keep him put. Chris wasn't about to give in however and decided that his arms and legs where to weak to compete with his older brothers', and so began to jut his hips upwards. The rough collision of the boys hips certainly unbalanced Martin, who was randomly reminded of a cowboy rodeo-ing by the situation. He parted his legs so his knees where at his brothers sides to remain seated on him. The blond felt the urge to wave his arm around to imitate the cowboys, but this was war and he would not loose against Chris. The later hadn't given up on his thrusting technique (AN: couldn't help myself) yet. With his legs' new found mobility he could use them to drive his hips further than before, and that just what he did. At that moment Martins grinning face fell and was replaced by a shocked expression. Now it was Chris' turn to grinn, and he repeated the attack on his brother. Martin had kind of expected pain from the impact his brothers bony hips dealt his balls, but instead he got a completely different feeling. It was wierd, and with every one of Chris' thrusts the feeling grew and grew.
