My brother’s nudism had a sinister motivation
Lynette*, 63, Perth, WA.
Embarrassment gripped me as my brother undressed. What’s he doing?
I thought, averting my gaze. Aged nine, I’d never seen a naked man before.
It was 1972 and although I lived with my mum, 49, my older brother Graham*, 24, had invited me to stay with him and his wife, Janice*, 24, and their son, Shane*, two, during the school holidays.
No-one had told me they were nudists, but they’d disrobed the second we got inside.
“You don’t need your clothes on,” Graham prompted.
Too shy to resist, I awkwardly unzipped my dress.
The following school holidays, Graham collected me again.
I hated being naked with him and Janice, but was too embarrassed to speak about it with anyone.…
