ChancezephyrMy sister is a year and a half older, and we began bathing together when we were young children. Our mom said, we both knew the difference between boys and girls, so it didn't matter. That being said, we enjoyed washing each other, and rubbing our soapy bottoms together. It was all good clean fun, I didn't really know why my penis would stick out the way it did. Sometimes our cousins would come over, and we would all bathe together. They were around the same age. The tub grew more crowded, but the more the merrier, was how our moms put it.
After we turned five or so, we only bathed with cousins of the same sex. It began to dawn upon me, that my penis would get erect every time my cousin and I became naked in the bathtub together and washed each other's genitals.
I fell in love with my cousins of the opposite sex, we called it kissing cousins. I didn't realize that one wasn't supposed to be in love with their own cousins. After all, my parents emphasized we were suppose to love "all" our relatives. It was totally confusing, as I began equating love with sex. I still have problems with that concept today. I guess, I just loved having sex. And being that I spent a lot of time with my family and relatives, it's only natural that we would experiment with sex.
Sleepovers became all night orgies. As soon as the covers came over us, our underwear came off. It became obvious to our parents, when we would wake up in the morning naked in bed. Our bedrooms reeked of sex. Oddly enough, nobody ever said anything about it to us.
Later on, I came to understand that my cousins had learned much about sex from one of my uncles. I realize this by accident when he was babysitting me at his house. He showed me a pornographic magazine, and while I was looking through the pages, he began to tug my shorts down and fondle me. It was a great sensation, both visual and physical. Not to mention it validated my understanding that love and sex went hand in hand, (pardon the pun). I had no idea I was being molested, as much as being enlightened.
Some people told me later in life, that I should feel bad about my experiences growing up. My uncle has since passed away, and my relatives (sister and cousins) have all grown up, with children of their own. When my sons bathed together, (or with me and my wife) we validate the pleasure derived from their genitalia, as their little weenies stand straight up covered in bubble bath. Life is confusing enough, without the added anxiety about wondering why we all have erotic feelings. Of course, adults shouldn't push sex on to young fragile souls. But many times we forget that we are already sexual beings from the moment we emerge from the womb, and to deny that,... is to deny ourselves a sense of wonder,.. and a world of pleasure!