I went out to dinner tonight with my parents, brother, and brother’s fiance. Somehow, because my boyfriend who lives in another state is coming to visit me in a couple of weeks, the subject drifted to what the sleeping arrangements will be and we got on the topic of having sex in cars. My mother’s best friend’s daughter and son admitted to having sex in their mother’s minivan several times, so my brother and I swore up and down to our parents that we have NEVER had sex in their cars. But then, my brother turns to me and says “But Fiance and I had sex in your car when we were eighteen. In your Storm.” They’re 25 and 26 now and still together, so I’m not preaching against teenage sex…just the following:
Okay…EW! I do NOT need to know these things! First of all, I don’t even WANT to know how you managed to have sex in the back of a GEO Storm when there’s barely even enough room to move your arms with more than one person in the back seat, but I had great memories of that little car! Holy shit, now all of my memories will be tainted by the thought of my baby brother having sex in it! That is NOT a visual I need!
And why is there a double standard for daughters and sons? God forbid I even mention having a sex life around my father, yet my brother can make all sorts of lewd comments (yes, I find them funny, but that’s beside the point) and my dad laughs his fucking ass off. My mother tells me not to discuss my sex life in front of my father, yet my brother is able to go on and on about exactly where he’s had sex in front of everyone? I mean, hell, my family is pretty open with each other and we all get along fairly well most of the time, but God forbid their oldest child admit to having sex simply because she’s a girl. :rolleyes:
I think just to get them back, I’m going to borrow my brother’s Celica next week and take my parents’ minivan and have sex in both of them.