yeah, about my sister...well: we've always been sort of each other's confidants. We grew up very close because our family was always on the verge of falling apart, so I guess we took comfort in each other. My parents had all their issues with themselves, my dad really wasn't much of one except for keeping us fed and clothed (to his credit: we've never suffered in a material way), my mom wore herself thin trying to be mother/father to us three kids and trying to keep everything together, so as a result (we feel) we didn't get a lot of the personal/emotional parent time a kid needs.

My brother reacted by closing himself up to everyone (in the family. He did look happy when with his friends) for years. So my sister and I turned to each other. Now that I analyze it was really quite coincidental.

In time we ended up talking about our lives and all the stuff that was happening at home, and eventually became comfortable being really honest with each other. She started telling me about her boy/guy experiences and I suppose I was a good listener (same reason my YF drew close to me). We talked about me, too, but never about 'girls' or sexual stuff (she didn't know yet). One day we ended up talking about my YF and how cute and enjoyable she found him (he spent A LOT of time at our house, being the next-door neighbor), and I agreed of course, a little too assertively for a 19yr old GUY. After that we would always talk about him and sort of collectively drool over his loveliness and charm.

...So one day I couldn't take it anymore and 'came out' to her, saying I was bi-sexual (I still think I'm sort of a hybrid: I like women and boys, not men). When I was done hyperventilating she asked if I was 'in love' with him (my YF) too. I said yes and she was like "well, I don't blame you, I mean, he's just so lovable" and she knew I wouldn't get sexual with him since we were always discussing the newest 'incident' I had to keep him in line for (he was always 'mooning me' in both private and semi-public places and generally being very horny, and I had to keep shutting him down to maintain the relationship healthy).

In time the issue just became something we talked about normally; of course, with me ending up teary-eyed half the time, but it became part of life nonetheless. When we moved away she was a great source of comfort and affirmation that I should be glad I influenced his life productively, and that he really did love me in his own way (I was inconsolable for about eight months, I swear I cried every single day, even 2 or 3 times a day during that time). So I guess we're even for that stuff she had ME go through when I thought I was losing my mind trying to save her from herself.

We don't talk very much now that she's engaged and spends 95% of her time between school, church, and her betrothed; but yah, she's great! Now that I think about it I'm gonna give her some thanks for all that stuff, I can't believe I never have!