Birthday Fun - 2. Birthday Fun pt. 1

“Workin’ nine to five, what a way to make a livin’,” Cory sang along with the Nineteen-Eighty hit, dressed in only a pair of baby blue ankle socks decorated with rainbows and clouds and white underwear with various puppies chasing frisbees on them, pulled the buttermilk biscuits he’d made from scratch out of the oven, put them in the bread warmer, then stirred the sausage gravy, replaced the top, and turned the burner off. He was reaching for a glass pitcher when someone’s fingers tickled his slightly hairy pit hollows. He squealed and squirmed as he quickly lowered his arms and giggled.

“Damn, my big bro’s lucky he married a ticklish guy with an amazing singing voice who can make an incredibly delicious breakfast.”

The giggling cook turned to see his boyishly grinning brother-in-law Trent, dressed in a green and blue sleeveless shirt, grey jean shorts, and blue and white striped socks that reached the bottom of his ankles.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be coming over,” he asked while hugging the giggly thirty-five-year-old and kissing his cheek.

“What, and miss surprising my awesome older brother-in-law?”
The eldest of the duo squealed when he was lifted off the floor in his brother’s signature bear hug.

“Hey, put me down,” he squealed.

The child-like muscular six-foot-tall, hundred-seventy-pound brunette grinned and countered, “You know you love the brotherly attention, Core-Bro,” as he spun his giggling captive in a circle before putting the older man back on his feet and playfully smacking his ass. He kissed Cory’s cheek, chuckled, and said, “You look adorable in those socks and underwear, big bro.”

“You’re so askin’ to be taken down and tickled into oblivion, Trent,” Cory threatened in jest, “Thanks for the compliment, little bro,” he said, giggling."

“Where’s the birthday guy?”

Trent smiled and thanked his brother when he was handed a steaming cup of coffee.

“Still asleep, at least he was when I came down here to make breakfast.”

“Good! Hey, Lea wanted me to tell you everything's all set at the restaurant for tonight. Mom and Pop are looking forward to seein' you two bozos. Eh, so's your nephews, an' ya know they need some bonding time with their aging uncles before you're all too old to have fun.” Trent yelped when he was trapped in a headlock and treated to a noogie and then squirmed and laughed like a hyena because his sides were tickled. “I'm so tellin' my big brother and bruiser son's on you,” the brunette childishly whined before blowing a raspberry at his older brother. “Ya want me to surprise him in bed or down here?”

Cory joked, “What, no, ya want I should?” He laughed while dodging the attempted head swat and then asked, “Which one would be more fun for you,” he asked.

The younger brunette jumped and laughed when his sides were kneaded. “Hey, being serious for a moment. I love you, Core. Thank you for loving our family. You’re always there to help when needed. Leanne, the boys, and I wouldn't have that amazing house if you hadn't found it for us and worked your Realtor's magic to get that awesome discount. There's no one more perfect for Darry and this family than you, big bro,” he said with a crooked grin. Trent giggled and hugged Cory when his brother lightly ruffled his neck-length hair.

“Hey, you guys were there for me also. Mom and Pop were like sharks after mom and dad had me falsely arrested for their insurance fraud. I would've been convicted and served twenty years if your parents hadn't found and showed the DA the actual claim forms with my parents' names on them,” Cory chuckled and said, “You are so cute, baby bro. Go on upstairs, and have fun. Hey...” he paused to toss Trent the remote to the video camera set up in their bedroom, “hit record before you actually wake your brother.”

Trent stood at the doorway of the bedroom, looked inside at his older brother’s body, wearing only a pair of red bikini brief underwear, sprawled across the queen-sized mattress, and smiled at the happy memories of them launching tickle attacks on each other in the mornings before getting ready for school. He pressed record on the remote, laid it on the dresser by the door, and then ran up to the bed and yelled, “Happy Birthday, Darry,” as he jumped on the unsuspecting occupant.

The room came alive with hearty laughter, boisterous shrieks, and the unbelievable hollered threat of suffering an extremely ticklish death as the men rolled around in the sheets, trying to pin each other.

“Thanks, Trent,” Darryl said when he finally got the upper hand, pinned his playful attacker face down, and straddled his waist.

“Umm, ya think you can get off me now,” the squirming brunette asked while giggling. His answer came when the newly turned forty-year-old placed his hands on his sides and gently kneaded just above his hips. “Fuck, not there,” Trent screeched. His howling laughter echoed off the bedroom walls, his legs furiously kicked, and his upper body bucked up and down, trying to get free.

Darryl giggled as he lay on top of his brother to keep his upper body down, and his fingers moved up and into the deep, sweaty, and hairy pit hollows. This made the younger brunette’s laughter rise in both pitch and volume as his arms pressed against his writhing body and trapped his brother’s hands so he could continue the ticklish assault.

Cory snuck upstairs and waited until the Martin men were preoccupied. When the time was right, he pounced on their thrashing legs and pinned them to the bed. The brothers stopped, looked at each other, and then turned their heads to see him, grinning at them as he slipped the socks from the youngest of the trio’s wriggling size twelve feet.

“Oh, shit! Not the feet,” Darryl and Trent boyishly whined.

“Why not?” A second later, the blonde’s fingernails slowly scribbled across every one of the wrinkles in the soft, bare, pinkish, upturned soles.

Darryl and Trent were hurled into a bottomless pit of hysterical laughter as they screeched and pleaded with their tickler. Twenty toes scrunched to keep the devious fingers from invading the soft bases and ticklish spaces between them. “You’re so goin’ down, babe/big bro,” the brothers threatened.

Cory yelped when four arms wrapped around his chest and stomach, pulling him down. He struggled as much as possible but was no match for the combined weight that held his helplessly trapped body to the bed. “I love you, baby/bro,” he said between the giggles.

“We love you, too, Core,” Trent responded.

“We also love your laughter when you get tickled,” Darryl teased.

The squirming victim gulped and closed his eyes just before the brothers pulled the socks from their former tickler’s feet, then tickled the bare soles. Shrieks and high-pitched laughter flew from the blonde’s mouth as he writhed against the bodies on top of him. Toes wiggled and pressed into the sweaty armpits as fingers kept the captive’s toes from scrunching, which allowed the tickling duo to exploit the vulnerable bases and pads. After a few minutes, the tickles ceased, and the three sweaty men shared a family cuddle.

“Happy Birthday, Dare,” Cory said, giggling.

The husbands kissed, then they jumped and yelped when their underwear-clad ass’ were lightly smacked.

“C’mon, you’s lugs,” Trent said in his best New York street guy voice, “Outta bed, I’m a starvin’ boy.” He squealed when his brothers pinned him down, and Cory gave him a noogie while Darryl tickled his sides and stomach. “Hey, no fair ticklin’ and givin' a noogie to an innocent Trent,” he protested through the laughter.

Darryl hugged and kissed his brother and mate. “Thanks for making this an amazing start to my birthday,” he said.

“Love ya, big bro.”

“You deserve it, hon.”

“So, what’s planned for the mischievous Martin boys,” Cory asked after sipping his coffee.

Darryl and Trent laughed at being called mischievous boys.

“We’re going to the amusement park at the beach,” Trent said.

“The one with the bungee jumping station on the cliff,” Darryl asked before taking a bite of his sausage and gravy-covered biscuit.

“Yep,” Trent responded before glancing at Cory. “You’re coming with us, bro,” he said.

“No way, this is your day with Dare. Besides, I’ve gotta clean the house and run some errands.”

“I’ve got that covered,” Trent said with a smirk. “The boys are coming over in an hour to clean the house so their Uncles can have a fun day together.”

Darryl chuckled and said, “Looks like you’re out of excuses, babe.” He jumped and squirmed when his side was tickled. “Hey, no fair, Cory,” the birthday boy whined.

“Yeah, no fair, Core. I wanted to tickle him,” Trent said, giggling.

Darryl laughed like crazy and wriggled in the chair when he got tickled on both sides. “Watch your backs, both of you.”