Abused by my family

Two stories on how I was abused and assaulted by my own family.

This is all true. Just wanted to share it.

This happened when I was 8 years of age, prepubescent of course, also completely unaware to the world of sexual experiences. I was playing with my cousins at their house as typical 8 year olds do (all of us were 8 and there was three of us, all female). From one moment we were playing dolls and ponies and suddenly to playing families. And so I agreed to play because I was scared to be left out and was an awkward child. My two cousins went into her bedroom, leaving me out in the hallway to continue playing with whatever I had in my hands. About 30 minutes had passed so I went into the bedroom to see what on earth was taking them so long. I wish I didn’t walk in. I found them kissing each others young pussies, touching each other whilst making out. So I asked “what are you two doing?” with a disgusted expression on my face. And the reply I got was “Nothing. Don’t tell anyone what we are doing.” And to make sure I couldn’t, they locked me in the bedroom and pulled me onto the bed, one holding me down as the other forcefully kissed me and lifted up my white frilly dress and pulled down my underwear and began to invade my cunt with her fingers and mouth. They both took turns with me, one always holding me down and covering my mouth as the other molested me, they were much stronger than me so struggling against it was no use. This went on for what felt like hours and I hated every second of it because I knew it was wrong. As much as I had no idea what was going on, I knew nothing about it was right. The dirty little cunts enjoyed every minute of their abuse on me until another person barged into the room and told us to stop and got us all out of the room, she didn’t even realise I was given no choice in what had happened, and nothing was ever done about it. I don’t think the two girls remember it because I still talk to them now and it was never discussed after it happened.

At 15 I was molested again. But by my own brother. For weeks up until this happened he kept asking me weird and personal questions about my sex life, relationships and my body. He would constantly try to pressure me into sending him nudes and I would always decline, he would try to get me to go to his room at ridiculous times at night to show myself to him or to touch or fuck him. He would always give me pervy and dirty comments about my body. I’m very slim with B cups, a few little curves and a small ass. So I’m nothing special at all, just the average teenage girl’s body. He had a girlfriend at the time too, who obviously was bigger than me because she was 17 and just built that way. Nothing made sense as to why my nearly 18 year old brother wanted his sister. I had a boyfriend at the time of all this (also 15 at the time) who knew all these messages were going on and he found it just as disturbing as I do. And this kept going on until one time we were home alone because my mother was at my aunts house and my brother had asked me to bring him my charger so he could use it, and I did, because there’s nothing abnormal about borrowing your sibling’s charger now is there. I got to his room and he took the charger out of my hands and picked me up and held me tight, my brother is was a whole foot taller than me at the time so I stood no chance, and I tried to get out of it but I couldn’t. He put me on his bed and laid on top of me, holding me down so I couldn’t escape him and he proceeded to undress me until I was in only underwear and he stuck his fingers inside of me and I cried out in pain, with his other hand he was molesting every other part of my body, forcing me to make out with him as he did, squeezing my boobs painfully and rubbing his dirty cock against my ass, letting out filthy groans of pleasure as he molested his own sister, telling me how much he loved my body. Even my stomach. Suddenly, he let me go at the sounds of the front door opening and footsteps. If that didn’t happen I know he would’ve forced himself inside of me.

I still have really bad flash backs of both of these events and other occasions. I now hate everything about myself because of the people who ruined any bit of love I had for myself. Making me feel disgusting about myself, making me feel like I’m the slut for being molested. Only 2 people know about these events and I wouldn’t ever be comfortable with reporting it because it means I would have to relive it all again more than I already do. It has ruined my sexual functioning and my trust for people. For the majority of my life people have taken advantage of my innocence and whatever purity I had. I’ve also always received unwanted attention and flirtatious looks from older men. Even when I’m with my mother they still do it, they don’t care and they are disgusting human beings. I’ve been molested more than just these two stories, I’ve just never mentioned it and I’m not ready to.

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