Vinnie was struggling to breathe. Paddie's weight was crushing him. Dylan's cock head was oozing pre-cum.
With brothers like this, no wonder Ryan was such a jerk. Vinnie gasped, and clutched his medallion. Suddenly,
the weight was gone. Oh, oh. Another wish come true.
Carter slid out from under the bed. "Hey, where'd the snoring Standish brothers go?"
"You wanna wear Dylan or Paddie?" Vinnie said holding up two new jockstraps.
There is a knocking coming from the closet.
Vinnie had been joking, but Carter had already pulled off his pants and grabbed Paddie the jockstrap and
putting him on. Then he opened the closet door, Horst stared at the jockstrap hugging Carter's crotch.
"Ryan?"
"Nah, it's Paddie, but he's still asleep. Vinnie's got Dylan, if you want to wear him?"
"Sure thing. Toss, Dylan to me, Vinnie," Horst said.