I know my oldest brother had fantasized about being with me, at least on occasion. Didn't we talk about this on the former AB? We grew up under sort of trying circumstances - we were pretty well off but both our parents were addicted to drugs or alcohol so it could get weird. But my older brothers were my shining examples - they were smart, handsome, popular, ambitious, hard-working, went to the best colleges. Which was everything young men were supposed to be among the set where we lived. I was the ugly runty kid sister who could never measure up and who did drugs and ran away from home when I was 17. Both of them married well, started companies that became fantastically successful, and had all kinds of affairs with beautiful and sometimes famous women. They were always supportive of me though we were not terribly close but mostly when we would get together they would like to sort of kid around with me. And we would trade insults and the last would always be that I was "ugly". Several years ago there. was a question on the former AB about if we wanted sex with our brothers and when I read it I remember thinking well I would rather be with them than a lot of men. I had never ever thought about that before - it had never crossed my mind even once - they were like my models and anyway were way out of my league. But the more I thought about it the more I started imagining what it would be like so it got to be on my mind a lot. I was in a relationship that was ending and when Rick stayed with me a few days when he was in the area on business I proposed that we go to bed. Which he thought was pretty crazy but I persisted and sort of seduced him and we has sex. And I was thinking oh we are really doing it. And it was amazing - we fit together so well and it was like we were soaring together and every time we were together that week I must have come maybe a dozen times! Rick told John who I guess had fantasized before about being with me. Please understand I never thought people like my brothers would ever even consider being with someone like me. The next time John stayed at a hotel not far from where I lived I went and met him and we had sex. And it was like I was for the first time relating to them not as models or icons but just as men which was very freeing as was even the idea that they would at all be interested in being with me. Then we planned a rendezvous the three of us together which took some doing but we eventually did get together at a motel not far from where they lived a few months later. They had sometimes been with the same woman together so that was not completely unusual for them and we spent the afternoon making love and laughing and crying and healing old wounds and I thought it was all very beautiful and cathartic. They eventually told my sisters in law which I knew they would because they confess everything to them but they forgave us because of our screwed-up childhood. This was before I was married . Later when I brought my husband to meet them which was a year or two later they were joking about it and trying to embarrass my husband and it was clear to me they were treating what had happened as some kind of big male exploit when in fact it had been my idea and I was very hurt they did not seem hold it special at all as I had done. Could just be the difference between men and women, I don't know. When we give ourselves we want it to be significant and touching and not just later held as some big joke for men to bond over.

Not really. However, I had two brothers and a sister - one brother older and one the youngest and my sister was a year older than me. (I was the number three child.) My dad was a doctor and he tended to treat nudity very casually - and my mother just rolled with it. So nudity around the house was not unknown. We were not nudists or anything, but going from my room to the bathroom in the morning I might be in the nude. Sometimes I - or my brothers - would go downstairs to get clothes out of the dryer and we would be naked or in our underwear. It was all very loosey-goosey in our house. (About the only thing we did that might be considered a little different is that my brothers and I - and every now and rarely my sister - skinny dipped in our pool. My younger brother and I also had a habit of coming down for breakfast in our underwear. Our one neighbor lady would come over some mornings to visit with my mom and she would be trying to avert looking at us the whole time. It was really funny. The neighbor lady trying to talk with my mom over morning coffee with two teen aged boys sitting at the breakfast table in their underwear and she would spend most of that time looking at the ceiling.) Anyhow, my sister saw her brothers naked (and sometimes, it most often being morning, she would see her brothers with boners) or in their underwear and we sometimes saw her - but it was never sexual. My parents would have flipped out. About the only sexual thing that happened once is my sister came home early - she was 18 and I was 17 - and found me laying there naked and masturbating - with cum all over my chest. She screamed, I jumped up - which made the "exposure" worse - and we could not look at each other for a week. (Years later, we laugh about "the incident.") We also would skinny dip together sometimes (my sister would not, but we boys did, but we would all share the pool) and I can remember a couple of times getting an erection - hey I was 16 - and being embarrassed. She would just laugh. As I say, though, none of this, if you don't count my masturbating, was ever sexual. Other than that, one of my female cousins seemed to like me and we played strip poker - I was about 15 at the time and she was - but that didn't go anywhere either. However, I got the sense that she was interested in me for sex, but I was too scared and she was too..