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This story was born of deep desire and fantasy on the part of the author at a very young age, to actually be the youngest participant described in this story, and is cathartic and therapeutic in nature. The story is written in part, to invoke intellectual thought and provide insight into a part of the psyche which is often lost because individuals are often terrified at the rebuke, misunderstanding, hate, violence and even legal action which might be taken against them should they admit to these desires within themselves.

The author additionally hopes to inspire change in the way society approaches individual differences, even though they may be taboo, in the hopes of changing the way that we as a society approach individual needs; helping to improve understanding of the psyche and individual development; and preventing the action upon these desires which could harm others, particularly the most vulnerable.

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Chapter One: A New Brother

Joshy was just a boy when his mom, Cassandra (Cassie) and dad, Theodore (Teddy) told him that he was going to have a new baby brother or sister.  Though he was content being the only child, he had always wanted a brother -- though, he did not want a sister not that he had a reason, he just didn’t.  While it did get a bit lonely at times, Joshy would be the first to admit that it was nice being the only child.  Being the sole recipient of all his parents’ love and affection (read attention and toys) was nice.  It never even occurred to him that he would be sharing all that love and attention if he had a brother.  He was just really excited that he was going to have a brother!

No.  Cassie and Teddy didn’t know whether it was going to be a boy or a girl; they didn’t tell him that he was going to have a brother.  That was all him.  All on his own, he had immediately decided that the new baby was going to be a boy.   Teddy and Cassie had decided they didn’t want to know the gender of the baby before he or she was born, so it was going to be a surprise for the whole family.  They tried to remind him often that the new baby could be a boy or a girl, so that he wouldn’t be disappointed or resentful if it was a girl, but he would have none of that.  It was really the only thing the two worried about, a little unsure how Joshy would take it if he had a new baby sister instead of a new baby brother.  A number of months later it was time; Cassie was ready to have the baby.  Joshy was jazzed when Daddy began rushing around grabbing everything they needed to leave for the hospital, and he also ran off to get ready.

“I’m ready!” yelled Joshy, standing -- well, wriggling as if he had to pee, really badly -- by the front door holding Mommy’s to-go bag.

Daddy poked his head around the edge of their bedroom door frame.

“Oh, Joshy, Sweetheart.  You’re gonna stay here with Nana and Papa.”

From the look on Joshy’s face, one would think he’d just been told that his dog had died!  Teddy immediately moved toward the little boy.

“It’s gonna be ok Kiddo,” he comforted, taking a knee and looking Joshy right in his eyes as he tried to soothe his son.

He saw tears beginning to flow down Joshy’s rosy cheeks as the little boy’s lower lip quivered.

“I know you wanna go to the hospital too, Buddy, I really do.  But trust me; this is not something you wanna be there to watch!”

No response.

Teddy continued, “While childbirth is a wonderful thing Joshy, especially for someone your age, it can be very scary.  What’s more, we have no idea how long it will take.   It could be one or two hours, or it could be thirty-six hours, or even more!  On top of that, the hospital waiting room is not a comfortable or fun place.   I promise you that as soon as the new baby is born, we will call you and Nana and Papa, and they will bring you right in to the hospital to see Mommy, and to meet your new baby brother or sister.”

Teddy gently brushed the tears from his cheeks and kissed them, then hugged Joshy tightly, tousling his hair has he stood.   Joshy handed Daddy the to-go bag.   He was not convinced, but he figured he had lost the battle.  Besides, thirty-six hours sounded like forever, and he definitely didn’t want to sit around in those hospital chairs for that long.  Just then, the doorbell rang.  Joshy grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, letting his Nana and Papa enter the house.  Moments later, Mommy and Daddy headed out the door, got into the car and drove off.   Joshy moped away from the door, going back to playing with his toys as they waited for news of the new baby.   Every time the phone rang, he would pop up to see if it was Mommy or Daddy calling to say they could come see the new baby.  After what seemed like an eternity, the call finally came.  Joshy was dancing around trying to hear who was on the phone and what was being said.  The moment he realized it was Daddy, he took off toward the door.  Shoes and coat were donned in a flash, and there he stood by the door, doing a little dance, waiting for Nana and Papa to get ready so they could leave.  

“Joshy, do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?” Nana asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure?  Because you’re dancing around like you need to.”

“No, I don’t!  I’m ready to go!  I want to see my new brother!” he blurted out impatiently.

Nana couldn’t help but giggle as she and Papa retrieved their coats and they all headed out to the car.  Joshy couldn’t sit still.  He was just so excited to have a brother.  The car ride seemed to go on for days.  Joshy asked how much longer it was going to take nearly every thirty seconds -- but it felt like an hour to Joshy.  Finally, they pulled into the parking garage at the hospital and Joshy was out of his seatbelt and opening the door before the car was even fully stopped.

“Joshy!” Nana startled him, “Keep the door closed until we’re parked!  You don’t want your new baby brother or sister to have to visit you in a hospital room of your own do you?”

“No,” he pouted, his lower lip quivering.

“Oh, now, don’t get weepy on me Joshy,” she smiled reaching back to put her hand on his cheek.  “You’re not in trouble.  I know you’re excited, but you must always keep your head about you, and don’t forget to be safe.  It’s easy for excitement to consume us, and if we’re not paying attention, we can get hurt, or worse.”

“Oooh-kaaay.  Sorry Nana,” he said dejectedly.

“It’s ok Joshy.  I just don’t want anything to happen to you!” she smiled.

The car was parked and excitement overtook Joshy once again.

“Now?” he yelled.

“Now,” she replied.

He again flung the door open and jumped out.

“Wait for us Joshy,” Papa said chuckling, “you won’t be able to find your mother’s room on your own.”

“Argh!  Oooh-kaaaay,” Joshy growled and then groaned, rolling his eyes, practically bursting with excitement, not to mention frustration, having to wait for Nana and Papa.

As they walked around the car Nana and Papa each took one of Joshy’s hands and they headed for the elevator.  He was still dancing around and bouncing about like a super ball.

“I can’t wait to see my new brother!” he exclaimed.  As he jumped and landed, sometimes feet together, sometimes apart, as he hopped around, unable to contain his excitement.

“Daddy didn’t tell us if it was a boy or a girl, Joshy.  I sure hope you’re not too disappointed if it’s a baby sister!” Nana corrected him.

“It’s a boy, I just know it is!” he retorted matter-of-factly.

They made their way to Mommy’s room and Nana went in to check to see how Mommy and baby were doing.  Moments later, she poked her head out the door and motioned for Joshy and Papa to come in.  Mommy was lying in a big hospital bed.  She looked different.  Her hair was a bit of a mess and she wasn’t wearing any makeup.  It was a little scary for Joshy seeing her like that.   She looked tired to Joshy, maybe even sick.  Joshy’s face drooped from the previous excitement to a look of worry.  Mommy recognized the look on his face immediately.

“It’s okay Joshy,” she smiled, “It’s just a lot of hard work having a baby.  I’m fine.   I’m just tired.”

The look on Joshy’s face must have shown some relief, because Mommy then said, “Come see your new baby brother!”

The shock of seeing Mommy like that had dampened Joshy’s excitement for a moment, and he had forgotten that he had a new brother to see, but that reminder sent him bounding toward the bed.

“See, I told you it was a brother!” he exclaimed proudly as he lunged forward.

There was a chorus of “Shhhhhh,” as every adult in the room shushed the exuberant little boy.  But they were not harsh shushes, just gentle cautions to the little boy and he really didn’t pay any attention to them.

“Careful Joshy,” Daddy said gently putting his arm out and capturing the little rascal before he could jump on the bed.  “Mommy is a bit sore, so don’t jump up on the bed, ok Buddy?”

“Okay,” he mewed, a look of worry creeping back across his face.

“It’s ok Kiddo.  Mommy will be fine.  She just needs a little while to rest.  I’m pretty sure you really don’t want to hear the gory details of childbirth, Sweetheart,” he laughed, “but, trust us -- Mommy is just fine.  She just needs to keep things off her tummy for a while.”

Her tummy was a lot smaller.  Mommy and Daddy had explained to Joshy that the baby was growing inside of Mommy’s tummy.  That was just creepy to Joshy.  But Daddy was right.  Joshy didn’t want to hear any more details.

“Do you want to hold your baby brother?” Mommy asked.

“Yeah!” the little tyke practically shouted, the excitement once again splashing over him.

“Shhhh.  Try to be quiet, sweetheart,” she smiled.  “Hon, take the baby and show Joshy how to hold him,” Mommy said to Daddy.

Joshy hadn’t even noticed the tiny bundle on Mommy’s right arm.  Daddy walked around the bed, and, putting one hand under the top of the bundle and another under the bottom, he lifted the little bundle off Mommy’s arm.  Daddy squatted down so that he was at the same level as Joshy.

“Okay Joshy,” he started quietly, “the most important thing is not to drop the baby.”

“I know that!” Joshy snapped.  “Sheesh, I’m a big kid.  I know not to drop a baby!”

The grownups all laughed.

“I know you do, but it’s so important it bears repeating.  Ok, the second most important thing is to always support your baby brother’s head and neck.   After a while, his neck muscles will get stronger, but since he’s been in Mommy’s tummy, the muscles aren’t developed yet.”

“Okay.”

“So, when you pick him up,” Daddy continued, “always put one hand and wrist under his head and neck and the other under his bottom.  See how I’m holding him right now?”

“Yes, I see.”

Joshy looked closely at how Daddy’s hand was positioned at the base of the little bundle’s head holding his head and neck.   His other hand was spread holding the baby’s entire bottom.  He was so small, and Daddy’s hands looked so big.

“Are my hands big enough?” Joshy asked, holding his hands up palms out.

“Sure they are Joshy,” Daddy smiled.  “Alright, that’s how you pick him up.  But, it’s hard to keep holding him that way, your hands and wrists and even your arms would get tired quickly.  So, once you’ve picked him up, pull him close to your chest and gently slide him up your arm so that you can support him with your chest and both arms.”

Joshy watched as Daddy slid the baby up his arm.   The little bundle fit right on Daddy’s big arm.

“Ok Joshy.  Put your left hand under his head and since you’re smaller, just put your wrist under his neck so that you can keep it straight.  Use your body parts to hold and support him.”

He slid his left hand under the baby’s head and neck while Daddy continued to help support his head, ensuring that his neck remained stabilized.

“Good Joshy.  Now, put your right hand under his bottom.  That is the lowest point of his body so that you can support the rest of him in a balanced way.”

Joshy slid his right hand under the baby’s bottom.

“Good Job Dude.  Ok, lift with both hands at the same time.”

Joshy slowly and carefully lifted his little brother up off Daddy’s arm.

“That’s right Joshy.  Keep his neck supported and his head in a straight line with his body.   Good job!  Now, pull him close to your chest.  That’s right.  Lean back a little and gently slide your left hand down his body keeping his head straight.   Keep going until his head is up against your shoulder and your left hand is under his bottom.  Great job, Joshy!  Now, move your right arm up to support your left arm.  You can hold your elbow if you like.  That should help keep your left arm from getting tired.  There you go Kiddo!  You’ve got it.”

Joshy looked down at his little brother.

“He’s so cute!” Joshy cooed, “I just want to eat him up!”

Mommy and Daddy, Nana and Papa all laughed.

 “What’s his name?” Joshy asked.

“Well, we haven’t decided yet,” Daddy volunteered.   “Do you have any suggestions?”

“I don’t know.”

“We were thinking about Scotty,” Mommy spoke up, “but we wanted to see what you thought.  What do you think about that?”

“I like it!  Scotty.  Yeah, my little brother Scotty.”

“Hi Scotty,” the boy cooed, “It’s me, your big brother Joshy.  I’m gonna take good care of you and teach you all kinds of cool stuff.  An’ you can play with my toys too.”

“We’ll take a look at your toys and make sure to separate anything out that’s not safe,” Daddy interjected. “Babies like to put things in their mouths, so it’s really important for toys to be clean and not have small parts that they could swallow and choke on.  We’ll talk about all the things we need to do to make sure that Scotty stays safe.  We’ll need to put plug protectors back into the electrical outlets, and safety clips on the cabinet doors, and we’ll need to make sure things stay picked up and clean and also that small things that Scotty might choke on always get picked up right away.  Babies and toddlers put everything into their mouths and it’s very easy for them to choke!”

Joshy leaned down and kissed his baby brother on the forehead.  He was so tiny.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe little bro,” he whispered, beaming.

Joshy was so happy to have a little brother that he helped out all he could with Scotty.  Cassie showed Joshy how to change his little brother’s diaper, making sure to clean his little bottom extremely well, including his tiny little button, so that no pee or poo was left on his delicate skin to cause a rash.  He thought it was just so funny how both Mommy and Daddy would nibble on little Scotty’s feet while they were changing his diaper or bathing him.  After having cleaned him up, while they were waiting for his amazingly soft and smooth skin to dry, he would roll around the bed and they would also give him zerberts and playfully bite on his cute little bum.  He was so small that Mommy and Daddy bathed Scotty in a little plastic tub over the sink in the kitchen.  Joshy would climb up on a stool and help bathe him, often playing with him and keeping him happy and entertained while in the tiny tub.  He would roll around on the bed or the floor with his baby brother too, and would make little monster noises pretending to eat his fingers or his toes, as baby Scotty, exploring his world, shoved them into his big brother’s mouth.  Joshy always made sure to wash his hands and to be pretty clean when playing with his little brother, because Mommy and Daddy were right, he tried to put everything in his mouth!

Joshy also loved to get into the bathtub with Daddy and Scotty to play with and help bathe his baby brother.  When Scotty was able to hold his head up, Joshy would get in the tub between Daddy’s legs and sit sideways leaning against Daddy’s knee.  Daddy would lay Scotty up against his big brother’s naked body, his feet up against the side of the tub under Daddy’s other knee, supported in between Joshy’s knees so that he would say upright and above the water.  Daddy taught Joshy how to bathe his baby brother and how to hold him carefully, especially when bathing him.  Because his skin was so smooth, he would get very slippery with the soap, so he instructed him on how to hold him while bathing him.  He also emphasized how important it was that he never take his eyes off his baby brother.  As Scotty got a little bigger, Daddy would lie back against the back of the tub with his legs spread and bent up.  Joshy would lie with his back pressed up against Daddy’s penis and tummy with Scotty in between his own legs, which were crossed over his little brother to keep him from sliding down.  Daddy gently rubbed his big hands all over Joshy’s back, arms, and chest, gently caressing his son’s soft skin, soaping Joshy up and rinsing him off while Joshy washed and played with Scotty.  Joshy loved bath time with Daddy and Scotty.  Bath time had been Joshy’s favorite part of the day for a long time, but it was even better now that he had a little brother.

Even before Scotty was born, Daddy still bathed Joshy regularly.  When he was younger, Joshy would play and splash, but as he got a little older, he loved just lying back against Daddy as he moved the warm water all around, lovingly caressing the boy’s silky soft skin.  He loved the feeling of his daddy’s big, warm hands on his body, and the other skin-to-skin contact in the tub.  Daddy would run his hands over the boy’s perfect skin, massaging his son all over, finally soaping up the little boy, and then rinsing him off.  It wasn’t sexual; it was just intimate and close -- a father loving and caring for his son.  Joshy loved being close to Daddy’s warm body, and he loved that Daddy was never in a rush to get him bathed and out of the tub.  He also loved to sit in Daddy’s lap and watch TV, or wrestle around on the floor or in the grass.  He loved riding on his daddy’s big strong shoulders and riding on Daddy’s back like a horsey.  When Daddy would get tired, he would feign “collapse,” and lie on his stomach on the floor, and Joshy would stretch out, lying on his tummy on Daddy’s back, his head turned to one side.  Many a time, the little child fell asleep on Daddy’s back like that.  Joshy also spent time with Mommy, and loved her very much, but she was often busy and a bit tired.  He knew that Mommy loved him very much, and she hugged and loved on him, but the relationship with Daddy always seemed more…relaxed and intimate.  Daddy never seemed to be too tired to spend time with his little boy.  He would get the bath ready, then go get Joshy.  Picking up the small boy with one arm, his large hand squarely holding Joshy’s tiny little bum, he would take the boy’s clothes off with his other hand as he carried him to the bathroom.  Once the little cherub’s shirt and pants were off, the hair on Daddy’s chest would tickle Joshy’s delicate penis and scrotum.  Daddy would get the water ready, and then slip his shorts off, letting them drop to the floor as he stepped into the tub with Joshy.

Joshy loved that Daddy continued to bathe both of his boys.  He would play with Scotty as he splashed and Daddy would put bubble beards on Joshy and Scotty, and then bathe Joshy while the older boy bathed his little brother.   Daddy also spent time lovingly stroking Scotty’s newborn skin as well, but Joshy’s hands were small and soft and Scotty seemed to really like it when Joshy bathed him.  Joshy felt important bathing and taking care of his little brother.   Bath time just got better and better.   When Scotty got older and was stable sitting up, Joshy got into the bathtub with Scotty and played with and bathed him alone to help out Mommy and Daddy.  Well, it was partly to help Mommy and Daddy, and partly to spend time with Scotty.  He loved to splash and play and Scotty would just laugh and laugh.  It always made Joshy laugh too.  Scotty would lean back against Joshy just like Joshy did with Daddy.  Soon, bath time without Daddy became a regularly-timed nightly routine for the two boys.  Each night around the same time, Joshy would get the bath ready and then Scotty would come running into the bathroom, naked as a Jaybird, face planting into his older brother’s twig and berries, or his bum -- if he was bent over testing the water.  Joshy just laughed and got into the tub, reached down, picking Scotty up and lifting him over the side and into the tub.  He then sat his little brother down, following close behind, positioning the little boy in between his own legs to make sure he didn’t fall over, and was close enough that Joshy could keep him safe.  Sometimes Joshy would surprise Scotty with Mr. Bubbles in the bath.  He would squeal as he rounded the corner into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of all the bubbles.  Once they were in the bath, Scotty would build bubble beards on Joshy’s face and Joshy would build bubble beards on Scotty.  He would also give the little tyke great big bubble hair.  They would try to build massive bubble towers piling bubbles on as fast as they could, trying to get them as tall as they would go, before gravity inevitably took over, and the bubbles spread out.  Sometimes Scotty even ended up in the middle of the great bubble towers.  Bath time was the best time.

Because Joshy was a bit older than Scotty, the boys’ play differed significantly.  Joshy had been playing with other boys in the neighborhood and from school.  He wanted to be outside exploring and rough-housing, whereas Scotty was learning to crawl, then walk, growing rapidly, but still playing with “baby toys”.  That didn’t seem to matter to Joshy.  When Scotty went down for a nap, Joshy would spend some time playing with his friends, but he always ran home around the time Scotty would be waking up.  Joshy sat and played with Scotty a lot.  They would build with blocks and then Scotty would pretend he was a big monster and knock them down.  Or, they would roll around on the floor playing and wrestling.  Joshy would grab Scotty’s feet and lick and bite and suck on them, tickling the little boy nearly mercilessly.  He would just squeal and scream as he laughed hysterically.  If Scotty had socks on, Joshy would growl and pull them off with his teeth like a dog, and if other clothing was shed (which it almost inevitably was) Joshy would attack the little tyke’s tummy with zerberts, or playfully bite on his little butt cheeks; the same completely innocent games that many parents and siblings play with very young children.

Joshy’s friends often tried to pull Joshy away, and while he often wanted to play with his friends, many a time, he chose to play with Scotty instead, neglecting his friends to be with his little brother.  As the little tyke got a little older Joshy would take him out to play with his friends close to home, and sometimes his friends wouldn’t mind playing with both boys, but with a significant number of years’ difference between them, older boys don’t often want to have to deal with such a small boy.  Joshy remembered what it was like not having anyone to play with, though.  He wished Scotty had been born sooner so that they could play with the same stuff more, but he wanted to be sure that his little brother always had someone to play with.  He loved his little brother so much, and most of the time would easily choose him over anyone else.  He always laid that out on the line right away.  His friends liked to play with him because he was so kind and complimenting, and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was a handsome boy.  So, more often than not, Scotty was included.  Joshy often told his friends that they should bring their little brothers out too, telling them that they would appreciate having spent more time with their little brothers as they got older.  Maybe it was because of bath time, but Joshy just had a lot more patience and love for his little brother than most would expect of an adolescent boy.

As the years passed, the boys remained very close.   Joshy continued to bathe Scotty.   Daddy still joined them every once in a while, but most of the time it was just the two boys.  Bath time became their special thing.  Even though they were practically inseparable as it was, bath time was intimate, naked time with nothing coming between the boys.  As Joshy got older, Mommy and Daddy were very comfortable with Joshy taking care of Scotty in the bath, though they would still remind him often to continue to be diligent and never leave Scotty alone in the bathtub.

“I know you don’t need us to remind you Joshy, but please understand,” they would say.  “It only takes a moment for a very young child to fall over and be face down in as little as two inches of water, and because they’re scared, and their body tries to keep breathing, they can drown very quickly.  I know you would never let anything happen to Scotty.  We just all want to be diligent and remind ourselves that he is still very small.  We love you both very much, and we are so happy that you love Scotty so much, and appreciate you helping take care of him and bathing him.  We know that you couldn’t live with yourself if anything ever happened to him, just like we couldn’t live with ourselves if anything ever happened to either of you.  So, we just want to remind you to be diligent, because we all love each other so much.”

Joshy didn’t mind.  They were right.  He would be devastated if anything ever happened to Scotty, especially if it happened because he wasn’t taking good care of him or wasn’t watching him closely.  His own life would be over.  After all, he promised his little brother the night he was born that he would take care of him.  He always loved on Scotty a little more after being reminded of how fragile life is.  He knew his parents weren’t scolding him or being cruel in any way, but that it was all inspired by love.  It was good to remember that ‘it is better to be safe than sorry’.

Scotty loved bath time with Joshy.  Joshy bathed Scotty with his hands just as Daddy bathed them.  He loved playing in the tub with his older brother and he loved the older boy’s soft, warm hands running all over his body as he bathed him.  First, he would pull Scotty back so that his head was lying right on his tummy.  He would wet the little boy’s hair and then put shampoo in his hands.  Lying back, his body would shift and his groin would lift out of the water.  Scotty’s head would end up resting on Joshy’s boy bits completely out of the water so that he could get the shampoo into his hair.  Joshy gently scrubbed and massaged the little boy’s head using his fingertips, working the shampoo up into a frothy, foamy lather, careful not to get soap in the boy’s eyes.  As the child’s head slipped around his twig and berries, he would inevitably get a little stiffy.  As Scotty got older, he felt the little twig behind his head and would lean up and flick his big brother’s stiffy, laugh and then put his head back down to be rinsed.   Joshy would place a folded washcloth over his eyes, then slide him back down into the water, his face bobbing just above the surface.  He then carefully moved his fingers through his little brother’s hair, and coaxing the shampoo out, he would gently rinse Scotty’s hair.  He repeated the process with conditioner so that the boy’s chestnut hair was soft and tangle-free.

Once his hair was clean, conditioned, and well-rinsed, he would sit Scotty back up and pull him up against his chest.  He then soaped up Scotty’s chest, arms, and hands, hugging him as he bathed him.   Scotty would lean forward as Joshy then spread the suds all over his back like frosting, massaging the lather all over his back and neck and under his arms.  He would giggle and squirm as Joshy gently tickled his under arms just a little.  Once there were big, frothy waves of soap suds, he formed little claws and gently scratched the little boy’s back and chest, down his arms and back up, he would then give a gentle scratch under his arms and down his sides sending his little brother into fits of giggles.

“Okay Buddy, stand up so that I can get your middle done,” Joshy would say.

Scotty would put his hands on Joshy’s shoulders steadying himself as he stood, Joshy’s hands on his tiny hips, wrapping around and clutching his sweet little butt cheeks to make sure he didn’t fall and hit his head.  Once the boy was standing, Joshy would continue to soap his little body up as he stood in front of him, rubbing his slippery, soapy hands all over his little brother’s legs and waist, lathering him up with plumes of frothy soap suds.

“Okay, put your hands on my shoulders and spread your legs Little Man,” Joshy would instruct.

Placing his hands on his big brother’s shoulders, Scotty would step wider and bend his knees, squatting a bit, exposing his little perineum and making it easier for his brother to wash in between his legs and sweet little butt cheeks.  He would refresh the soap suds on his hands and then reach up with both hands, grabbing one perfect little butt cheek in each hand, he would soap them up also giving them gentle scratches.  Reaching between his brother’s legs with one hand, and around to the front of him with the other, he balanced the pressure from his hands and stabilized the little tyke, as he washed into the little boy’s crevice and soaped up his little penis and testicles.  Cupping his hand over Scotty’s boy bits, he supported Scotty’s midsection as he gently rubbed into his crack.  Rubbing his hand between his legs, he scrubbed his perineum, also scratching gently just as Daddy had done to him.  Scotty squatted down into his hand as his brother scrubbed and scratched his little taint.  He bent forward a little more, leaning more on his big brother’s shoulders and pushing back onto his brother’s hands as his small fingers gently caressed and scrubbed his sweet little button.  He sighed and moved his little butt around.  Sometimes he would push back a little more and sometimes, Joshy’s finger would slip into Scotty’s tight little bum hole.

“Careful Dude,” Joshy would laugh, “the soap will burn if you get it into your hiney hole.”

He would quickly finish washing the boy’s button giving it a gentle scratch, and then quickly start splashing water up onto his little bum.  As the soap rinsed away, he would gently pull his little brother’s cheeks apart and carefully and gently try to rinse out the little boy’s tight hole so that it wouldn’t burn from the soap.  His little brother would moan a little.  Joshy thought it was because the soap was burning and he would give his little brother lots of fast and noisy kisses on his neck.

“Don’t worry Dude, I’ll get the soap out,” he would add, trying to comfort the little tyke.