Believing his opponent subdued, Matt relinquished his hold and leaned away from Mark. Infuriated that he could be taken down so easy, Mark reacted before he even regained his breath. Grabbing his brother’s shirt, he attempted to shove his back against floor and pin Matt with a wrestling maneuver. He succeeded in knocking him over, but Matt rolled, taking Mark with him.
Mark continued to fight but could not best his little brother. They scuffled on the floor for a few more seconds before Matt flung him against the side of the couch. Mark struggled to pull his body upright, unwilling to surrender or admit defeat. A loud voice pierced the air.
“What the hell are you two doing up there?” said Sarah, her voice echoing up the stairwell.
Matt sat back and eyed Mark. “We’re just playing,” he ca
