Basically, the short version of the story is that I had (& still have) sexual relations with 
my brother and a less sexual but still pretty intimate relationship with my parents. That's 
it. Now for the long version. 

I'm male, 20 years old, white, average appearance and intelligence, blah blah blah. I've 
got brown hair and brown eyes. I'm fit but I'm not muscled or tan or anything. My penis 
is of average length. I have very little body hair and quite a few scars, moles, blemishes, 
etc. So there. The rest of my family is the same way: no spectacular anatomy or godlike 
beauty. Just normal folks. Well, my dad still limps from a car accident 25 years ago. And 
my brother plays soccer so he has muscular legs. My mom has been through two 
pregnancies and has the kind of body you'd expect from a middle-class woman with two 
sons and a hectic schedule. She bites her nails and wears sneakers, never high heels. I'm 
saying all this to reinforce the normality of my family so that you don1t get any 
ridiculous ideas or false expectations about what I'm going to talk about. 

The earliest relevant event that I can recall is being bathed by my mother. She sat in the 
bathtub with me and of course we were both nude. She would wash me completely, 
including my penis and rectal area, and then I would wash her. That happened a lot with 
her and also many times with my father. But the absolute first relevant memory that I 
have is sitting in the bath with my mom, both of us playing with my dinosaur toys and 
both of us washing each other. I actually enjoyed baths as a kid. 

When my brother was born he would join us in the tub. When I was seven and my 
brother was two, my parents remodeled and expanded our bathroom. They put in a tub 
large enough for all four of us to comfortably sit in. It was almost hot tub sized, but it 
wasn1t a hot tub -- there were no bubbles or jets or anything. Just a great big bathtub. The 
four of us would bathe together. I remember bathing with my parents and brother every 
night, but everyone else says that it wasn't every night and it wasn't always all four of us, 
so I guess my memory is faulty. 

In the mornings and evenings we were also nude together. Mom and Dad slept naked and 
once my brother and I were potty trained we wore nothing in the summer, pajamas in the 
winter and something in between in spring and fall. In the morning Mom and Dad would 
get up, wake us up if necessary, sit around, read the paper, drink coffee and eat breakfast, 
then get completely dressed. Dad would leave for work and Mom would make sure we 
were dressed and ready for school. Then in the evening, after dinner, we1d have our bath 
and after we were dried off we stayed nude. When I was very young it didn't really matter 
since I basically went straight to bed after a bath anyway. As I got older and the time 
between bath/shower and bed increased, there was more sort of casual nudity in the 
evenings. 

The point is that we were nude and relaxed around each other frequently. Nudity was a 
natural state in our house, guests included. I remember my grandparents coming over 
many times. My dad1s parents were as comfortable as we were with nudity while my 
mom1s parents weren't so comfortable, especially Grandpa. He wore a robe or 
underpants or pajama bottoms most of the time. But I can remember sitting on my 
grandmother's lap in the morning while she sipped coffee and chatted. Both of us were 
nude. At the time, she had very long brown and gray hair, large sagging breasts and belly, 
and a thick patch of brown pubic hair speckled with gray. She had cellulite, too, and she 
let her armpit hair grow. She wore lots of rings, even when she slept at night, and had 
very small feet, almost as small as mine at the time. I remember my dad pointing that out. 

Anyway, it was all considered very normal and healthy and all that. I've been thinking 
about this a lot lately. It seems to me that nudity, sexuality, and related subjects and ideas 
aren1t inherently dirty, sinful, nasty or disgusting. They are only if we are conditioned to 
believe so. I remember being so comfortable around my grandmothers when all of us 
were in the nude until I became a teenage and started absorbing some of those cultural 
messages about what is considered ugly and what is considered beautiful. One of my 
grandmothers was thin as a rail, the other (who I've already described) was soft and 
heavy. I thought nothing of it for years until TV and magazines told me to think 
something of it. My parents took great pains to educate their sons about the fact that 
nudity and sexuality are normal and healthy, but they neglected to thoroughly teach us 
about body shapes and health and the true meaning of beauty. Of course now I know 
better, but as a teenager I found myself repulsed by the "too-thin" or "too-fat" bodies of 
my relatives. Ridiculous. 

So at this point you understand that nudity was normal in my home. Well, so was 
sexuality. My mother and father were open, affectionate, romantic and loving around 
their sons. We saw them do everything from embrace and exchange passionate kisses to 
actually have different kinds of sex. In the mornings, Dad might have a piss-hard 
erection, but at night his erection was usually caused by something else. Neither he nor 
my mother had any problems explaining all this to us. Besides, when we bathed together 
my father always got erect from having his penis washed and handled, either by my 
mother or by me and my brother. As early as I can remember, my brother and I reacted 
the same way. We always got erections when our parents paid special attention to our 
penises (and that1s what they always called them -- penises. Not wee-wees or dingles or 
naughty parts). Actually, just like any boy, we had erections quite a lot for no reason at 
all. And we didn1t try to hide them. After an almost embarrassing incident in a public 
restroom at a sports stadium, my parents explained to me and my brother that our 
erections were nice but they were private and only to be displayed in the home and not in 
public. What had happened was that my brother and I, after pulling down our pants to 
pee, began to play with ourselves while we waited for Dad to finish. It wasn't unusual for 
us to handle ourselves like that. Fortunately for Dad, nobody else was in the bathroom 
and he quietly admonished us to put our penises away for now. We didn1t understand, 
but we did when he explained it later at home. 

I'm not sure how to continue from here, so I'll just describe a couple of memories. I 
remember thinking how naughty it was for me to pee outside with an erection -- this was 
a few months after my father had told me not to show my penis outside of the house. I 
remember my grandmother laughing at the sight of my brother fiddling with his little 
erection and asking him if it tickled. I remember my father showing me how he played 
with his penis, and I remember thinking that my penis would never get that big and hairy. 
I also remember my mother explaining to me and my brother how women masturbated. 
That was interesting -- our questions about pubic hair and why it existed led to Mom and 
Dad both shaving their pubic hair completely off. Mom used bikini wax and Dad used a 
razor, which meant that Mom was smooth and clean while Dad was slightly bumpy all 
the time until Mom convinced him to use bikini wax as well. That reminds me that when 
I first got my pubic hair growth, I refused to shave it even though neither Mom or Dad 
had even suggested such a thing. I guess I thought they would demand that I shave too, 
I1m not sure why I thought that. I think I was about 14 when that happened. 

As far as seeing my parents have sex goes, we didn1t see too much. We did see them 
perform oral sex on each other quite a few times, and we watched them make love a 
couple of times. Mostly our observations were confined to watching Mom and Dad do a 
little heavy petting. Then they would head to their bedroom and since my brother and I 
thought that sex was natural and normal, we didn1t really have any desire to follow them 
to the bedroom and watch. We knew what they were doing. 

Which leads me to what my brother and I ended up doing. For years my brother and I had 
been naked together, sometimes with erections, and thought nothing of it. Of course, I 
was five years older than him, too. About the time I was nine and he was four, our play 
grew to be more sexual than usual. We would touch each other1s penises instead of our 
own. We would lay next to each other in a sort-of 69 position and just caress each other1s 
penises and scrotums. It didn1t occur to use for some time that we could suck each other, 
but eventually we did figure it out. At first we would kiss and lick each other and 
gradually we progressed to actual sucking. We had no idea what we were doing and 
would treat each other1s penises like lollipops or popsicles. It felt good, anyway. We 
would do this at night most of the time -- he would come lie in my bed and we would 
touch each other until one of us got sleepy, usually him. Then he would go to bed and I 
would fondle myself until I went to sleep too. 

I taught my brother about the thrill of peeing outside. We were breaking two rules: the 
potty-training rule and the no-public-exposure rule. We would walk several blocks away 
from our house to a field next to the school. From there we'd cut across the field and go 
into the edge of the state park there. Once we were within the dense woods, we'd take off 
our clothes and pee in one of our hidden spots. We never got caught. Eventually, as you 
can guess, this led to sex between the two of us in the woods. Only during warm weather.

As far as getting caught goes, it only happened a few times. Our parents found us in 
various stages of sexual activity when we were younger, like when I was 13 and he was 
8, around those ages we weren't quite clever enough to not get caught. One or both of 
them would find us either getting undressed, playing with each other, sucking, or getting 
dressed after we were done. Most of the time they just smiled and walked away. If one 
parent caught us and the other parent was home, the first one would leave us alone and in 
a few minutes the other one would show up, smiling and all that. I know they were 
excited by the idea of it because many times after they caught us, they'd end up in their 
own bedroom. They never had sex in front of us right after they caught us having sex 
play, I'm not sure why. ummm ... my dad caught us several times and so did my mom. 
Actually mom more than dad because she was home more.

It was no big deal to them. Especially since we'd all bathe together and everything. I just 
remembered a time when me, my brother and my dad were in the shower together and 
one after another we all got erections. When we were all rock solid hard, my little brother 
and I started playing with ourselves and then Dad started masturbating too. When we 
started playing with each other, Dad kind of gasped and turned to the wall and came all 
over the wall. That must have been a great orgasm for him though at the time I didn't 
know what an orgasm felt like, though I knew what they were. Anyway, a couple of 
times after that, especially when Mom wasn't in the house, when Dad caught us in a 69 or 
whatever, he'd just take out his penis and masturbate while watching us. For some reason 
we never thought to include him and he never asked. Frankly I'm glad because that could 
have been kind of fucked up.

Anyway, as we got older we got better about our privacy. About the time I first started 
cumming was when Mom and Dad quit snooping around, walking in to our rooms 
without knocking, etc. Also my brother and I spent more time in the woods or in the 
basement where we were not so easily caught. I think I was about 13 or 14 when I first 
came while my brother was sucking my penis. He wasn't surprised by it but he didn't like 
the taste (and neither did I at the time). In the evenings (we still shared a room) we'd go 
to bed, both nude or partially clothed, turn out the lights, and if one of us was horny he'd 
just climb into the other one's bed and try to get things going. As I got older I got more 
irritated with my brother's attention, especially when I started high school and had to get 
up an hour earlier. I never really got eight hours of sleep after 9th grade. :) But, to make a 
long story short, we continued with our sex play all throughout my high school years. We 
learned about rimming and anal sex through pornography and some of our parents' more 
graphic books, and we tried those too. The first time my brother came during sex with 
me, he was 12 and I was 16 going on 17. He was fucking my ass with his little penis 
while I masturbated, and suddenly he clenched my ribs and spurted inside of me. It felt 
really good and I did it to him later that week. About that time our sex started happening 
more often because he was wanting to cum more often and basically, I liked to eat his 
cum and I liked getting fucked by him.

When I went off to college I missed my family terribly though I did have plenty of great 
gay (and straight) sex that first year. :) I came back for Christmas holidays and it was like 
being in a new house. My brother didn't even react to the sight of my hard penis anymore, 
where before he would eagerly suck it or at least rub me a little. Now he just played the 
whole thing off. My dad and mom were just as nutty as ever, though. In fact, I was 
actually kind of embarrassed when I walked in on my mom giving my dad head in the 
bathtub. Things change.

OK, fast forward to now. I'm 20, about to turn 21 and my brother is 16. Summer break 
just started here at school and I have my own apartment and job. I have two roommates, 
one is a straight man and one is a gay man, and neither of them are interested in me. :) 
My brother came to visit at the beginning of the summer break and while he was here he 
slept in my giant king size bed with me. The first night he was here, we both stripped 
nude and got into bed. I expected him to at least keep his underwear on but he didn't. 
Almost as soon as we were in, he snuggled up behind me and I felt his hardening penis 
press against my buttocks. I reached back and felt him, then turned around, slid down 
under the covers and sucked him for a long while. In the middle of that he rolled onto his 
back and I got on top of him, still sucking his penis, so he could rim me. It felt so fucking 
good, I was about to cum already. When his cock and my ass were good and wet I 
squatted over his crotch and guided his penis into me. Then I slowly sat forward and 
kissed him while he made love to me. We stayed up for another three hours mostly 
fooling around but also talking. The next morning it was again as if nothing had 
happened. But the next night we did it all over again. It went on that way for the whole 
week he was here. The sex was great but I am not sure if my little brother is the same as 
he used to be in terms of just being open and accepting about gay sex.

I almost forgot to tell you about my other childhood sexual experiences. Aside from my 
brother, I fooled around with a few friends in middle school -- mostly mutual 
masturbation and stuff like that. That's about it, too. I guess I confined all my 
experimentation to my brother.

Oh yeah, I'm 20 years old, in the middle of my college education, middle class, with two 
loving parents and one younger brother, but you knew that already. :) I'm white, live in 
the MidWest and I'm basically an agnostic, so is my whole family. That's all.
