Had sex in my husband's brother's home. I was told he was a homophobe, but I've always found stories like that to be exaggerated, remembrances of past times within families. It's amazing to me how many parents & siblings turned out not to be anything like the anti-gay monsters my BFs would warn me about.
And I very much doubt it was working my own "charm" on them that did the trick. I simply wasn't afraid or going to be intimidated by them. But I believe ultimately my BFs were locked in unpleasant childhood memories, while everyone else had moved on. I never had an awkward moment with their family members.
And so his brother gave us a bedroom in his own house outside Boston, where we did have sex. Lent us one of his Lincolns to drive around, too. Treated us with every consideration, wanted to pay for everything. My husband was astonished. I really wasn't, I'd seen this so many times before.
Yeah, the brothers hadn't spoken in 10 years at one point. Now they're on the phone all the time. And we all visit and go out to dinner when his brother comes down to his Fort Lauderdale winter home.
BTW, regarding my parents, long dead at this point now - I did stay with them and have sex in my childhood bedroom, with my straight wife. And also when they stayed with me, in my Army officers quarters, a spacious house.
But then, I presume my parents also had sex in their bedroom, when I lived in their house until I was 20.