When we were younger, like two decades ago, my brother and I entered what could be called an exploratory phase together. We were grade school age at the time, before either of us were given any sort of talk about sexual activities from our parents. It started off as an “I’ll show you mine and you show me yours” mentality. We were feeding into our natural curiosities about the opposite gender’s body. Then from there it grew to touching and kissing.
Coercion was never a factor of what we did. From what I remember it was all consensual. The point in which I expressed that I no longer wanted to continue was respected by him. We were as sneaky as we could be at that age. Sometimes we wouldn’t do anything for several weeks as we’d forget about it or just not having any desire to engage in this activity. Once we got alone time we’d pick it back up.
It developed even into games we’d play on occasion. When we could we’d even remove our clothing when we felt safe enough to do so without being caught. At least to what we thought was not being caught. If we were ever, our parents never talked to us about it. Which I’m not sure if they would have avoided the topic. They were pretty strict and my dad seemed to love punishing us to a varying degree depending on his mood for the day.
I do cringe a little when thinking about it looking back due to what comes with age but at the time I don’t consider what happened to being malicious or devious on either of our behalves.