When I was a kid, I came across my older brother's stash of Female domination magazines. I was too young to understand but I knew that I liked it. He must have caught on that I was snooping through is room because they weren't in the drawer one day. He never said a word. Some years later we were both adults, helping my dad in the yard. I switched on my short sleeve tee shirt for a muscle shirt, nothing any whip marks would show. My brother, very nonchalantly, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Little brother, you need to put the other shirt on. You don't want pop to notice." It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about. The funny thing about was it couldn't have been much that was showing. Most people would not have noticed or asked what I did to my back. My brother, without saying so, knew. Again, we never talked about it. He obviously doesn't want to so I don't bring it up. It must run in the family somehow.
