The hotel mattress is way too hard, my back is killing me. The noise from the parents next door has quieted down a bit—maybe they're taking a halftime break.

Feeling a bit bored, I remembered the last time I peeked at my brother changing. The muscle definition on his back was so nice... I wonder if he noticed me behind the door crack. My hand is getting restless again, rubbing against myself through my pajama pants, my mind racing with thoughts of what would happen if he suddenly barged in. He'd probably call me a pervert first, and then... and then what?

Never mind, I'm going to take a cold shower. But when I pass by his door, I'll still make sure to slow my steps.