This isn't really a "enjoyable " story, so if that's what you're looking for..keep scrolling. This is just something I REALLY need to get off my chest. Okay...Well it all started when I was about 10. My step dad was quite older and he had a grandson that was 15. He would come over and stay the night a lot. But when everyone went to bed he would do small sexual stuff. Like smack my ass or grab my boobs. I was to scared to say anything. Then after a couple months he started going into my pants, squeezing my ass, fondling my vagina. I would get so scared but I wouldn't show it I would just stop and take it. One time I tried to pull his hand away and he twisted my wrist so hard he dislocated it. This kept going until I was 11. I had a friend named Natalie that would stay over when my 'nephew' did. He started touching her but she touched back. They ending up forming a relationship. I was jealous of her so I would wear shorts in front of him and shake my ass a little. After awhile he fucked her and left her. He came back for me. He came over and stayed the night. I woke up to him on top of me with his dick out grinding again the blankets. I screamed but he covered my mouth and told me to hush. I just laid there and let him do his thing. Next time he stayed the night he told me he was going to fuck me. I told him no. He said "Watch me." I was beyond scared. He pulled me into my floor. Pulled my pants down. Wrapped him arm on my throat, and used his other hand to cover my mouth. I then felt major pain in my ass as he forcible fucked me anally. I tried fighting but he was to strong. I bit his hand but he would just choke me harder. Two days before my 13 birthday he came over during a my family's yard sale. He pulled me to my room and shut the door. He pushed me on the bed and pulled my legs up, pulled my underwear down and put my legs to my chest. He then put his hand on my mouth and shoved his penis in my vagina. He then grabbed my arms with one hand and held them above my head. He forcible rapped me and acted like it was nothing. I went to the bathroom and cried from what had just happened and at the sight of blood running down my leg. I pulled myself together and went back outside. Continuing the day like nothing happened. He stills comes around to see his grandad, step grandmother, and me. He acts like nothing happened. So do I. I can't tell anyone because it would rip the very little family I have apart. I feel guilty cause I feel like I provoked it.