“Brendan, keep your mouth shut alright!” Aaron shouted from the first floor.
Brendan lashed back with no hesitation. “I didn’t say shit!” The middle brother opened the storage closet at the end of the second floor hallway. A plastic broom has been leaning against the door and nearly smacked his nose. He set it aside knowing he'd need it for the wreck downstairs.
Returning to the closet he looked through the shelves. They HAD to have owned a rope. He shoved old make-up bags, folded bed sheets into a pile of the storage closet. Behind them was a bright orange toolbox. Flicking the latch he tossed the lid open. If he needed loose screws or dried out markers he found a treasure-trove.
Unfortunately he needed a rope. "Dude, I can't find shit up there." He mumbled to himself.
An explosion of braying shamed into Brendan's ears.
“Can you keep that fucking thing quiet?” He shouted down to his brother . “Where the fuck is that rope?”
Pushing the toolbox too quickly Brendan scratched his finger on the plastic corners.
With a growl Brendan slammed the storage closet closed only to have the latch prevent it from shutting. Brendan twisted the door handle moving the latch. Throwing his shoulder into the door forced it closed.
"Damnit! It's nowhere." Picking up the spare broom he turned to the stairs, ignoring Aaron's yammering. He'd better be calling someone and not sexting his fake horse hoe. Brendan thought.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs the musk of farm animal urine assaulted his nose. The stench hadn't fully reached upstairs, at least it wasn't near as potent.
Directing his attention to his older brother's voice he saw an ass, and not his brother. It was an ass’s ass - a donkey butt.
The plump cheeks poked out of the kitchen entryway, the ropey tail swinging furiously. Brendan's eyes immediately locked onto the dark genitals below. A puckered anus of dark skin twitched with the swishing tail.
Lower was a hanging sack housing two great balls. Brendan felt a brief moment of jealousy, he'd always been teased for his lack of endowment. From teammates to romantic partners to his brothers. And here was this stupid thing with a pair way bigger than his own!
Blinking himself out of his envy Brendan considered what he'd do next.