After showering, and cleaning the doll, naked Brad slings Chad over his shoulders again, and ties its legs around his neck. He starts out of Chad's room, realizes the doll's deflated hands are dragging on the floor, so he ties them around his waist. Then he retrieves his gungy clothes and heads down to the basement.
Chad is totally freaking. He is a deflated inanimate sex doll with his open mouth and nose pressed against his big brother's add. His world view is only what he can see through his brother's thighs on either side and under his cock and balls. He knows Brad picked up his gungy clothes because he can see one of the jeans legs dangling in front of Brad's big cock. He can see Brad's bare feet on the stairs as he descended. Brad was heading to the basement to wash his clothes, Chad concluded, but why didn't he put on some clean clothes from his room first, and why was he taking Chad?
Brad was whistling, which Chad found disconcerting. Brad whistled off key, and made blowing spitting sounds around the notes he couldn't quite hit. Whistling usually meant Brad was up to something he shouldn't be doing.
The clothing went in the washing machine, and it started to fill with water. Brad grabbed a Foster's from the mini-fridge, and flopped down on the leather sofa. Chad's face was buried under his brothers butt and manhood. Then the TV sounds came on. Chad had hoped he might hear the game, but instead Brad changed channels and the music told Chad Brad was on the porn channel. A few minutes later, he heard a empty can crunch and drop to the floor. Then the sound of another Foster's tab being pulled open. Another can crumpled. Another beer opened.
Eventually, Brad's balls contracted, and his cock rose. Chad's view didn't improve much.
Then the door bell rang. Brad whined, and muted the TV. Then he stood. He untied Chad's arms and legs. Looked around the room for suitable covering. Not even a towel in sight. The doorbell rang again. He wrapped Chad around his waist like a towel, and ran upstairs, and opened the door.
Rico was on the doorstep. He expected either Chad to answer or no one to answer. The half naked older stud was a surprise.
"Yeah?" Brad asked.
"Oh, uh, is Chad-"
"Who are you?" Brad asked cutting Rico off.
"I'm Rico, I was just-" Rico began.
Brad grabbed Rico around the neck and led Rico into the house. It wasn't exactly a headlock but it had the same effect on Rico. The dude smelled like soap and beer, and the thing around his waist was tented. Hot horny drunk stud? Rico could work with that.
"Any friend of my kid bro is a friend of mine," Brad blathered. "Come downstairs, have a beer, sit with me and watch TV, while you wait for Chad."
Rico had already gone down 5 of the basement steps when he answered, "Sure?"