Josh would get easily obsessed with things when he got interested in something he went all the way. The only time when things seemed “right” was when we were asleep in bed. I was much more into school, art, reading, and plays, where Josh was a typical jock and would have rather been playing football or baseball than attending school. He definitely wasn’t too happy having a little brother. He was constantly fighting with me, when he acknowledged me at all. Josh was half Venezuelan, which gave his skin a nice permanent tan, and his wavy hair and deep brown eyes would have made my heart go pitter-patter if he hadn’t been such a prick to me all the time. Those were the times when I felt totally secure-like nothing could ever hurt me. He sometimes even spooned up against me while we were asleep his crotch nestled against my butt, chest against the back, and his arm encircling me. I liked it when he brushed up against me at night, feeling his warm soft skin against me, hearing his slow breathing as he slept.
Josh would go to sleep in just his boxers, while I slept in my PJ’s still. I would often sneak a peek at whatever I could when Josh would undress at night for bed.
