My sexual development.

This story is my experience and 100% true, though I would deny it outright. I haven't done very much research on "incest." I hate that word. I know perfectly well that it is "taboo." It's impossible to openly discuss such stories/experiences with anyone.

When I was about 11, I began to be interested in sexuality or at least fascinated by it. My interest started with reading an encyclopedia of all things. I was several years away from puberty. I told my sister (one year younger) of the cool things I was learning.

At that time, for awhile, we played "doctor" or whatever sounds better to society. I think it's FAR more prevalent than people lead you to believe.
She was curious, I was curious. It was equally interesting. I won't share any specific details, though I remember everything VERY well.

We hid this from our parents like PRO's. Never even ALMOST got caught. It was more fun to keep it a secret and sneak around. We had a very good up-bringing and our parents were (and continue to be) excellent parents. There's none of that broken home crap.

We continued this for a couple YEARS. We fought like cats and dogs sometimes, but neither ever told another soul about this. Many, many times however, we'd stay up one night late...or if both parents were gone shopping or something, we'd explore. Just touching and looking was all it was.

Over time, it did change from the "exploring" aspect to a pleasure thing...so it definitely BECAME sexual.

When I was about 13, it was a bright, sunny day. My sister was in the mood to play around and of course I didn't have a problem with it. This sounds almost rediculous, but while touching parts (simply because it felt good), I absolutely, unintentionally slid in. We FREAKED out. Like ran and hid at opposite ends of the house. Neither of us expected THAT to happen for a second.

After a couple weeks of calming down, I did feel bad. I think she did too. But it was too interesting a sensation not to try it again, so eventually it happened again - this time on purpose. We continued it for awhile, but I think very soon, we developed a sense of this not being normal and we just stopped.

Years and years later, we both continue normal lives. Both professionals, both grad-school degrees. We're even pretty good friends, but it's not a subject that either has brought up since we were 12/13.

Some of you may say "that's sick." It's been a LOT of years since then and I can certainly say that neither one of us was negatively affected. In fact, I'd say it's a very, very strong bond. I know that some people have had similar experiences, but feel negative about it...and I'm sorry to those people. NEVER let anyone USE you. If you're not a willing participant in something, then you should speak out.

It feels good to put this into words. I'm very interested to see your reactions and I'll answer any questions.