Things Growing Up

I was thirteen and my brother had some boys over to spend the night. They brought sleeping bags and camped out on the floor of the den. My mother had me take them the cookies she had made, and glasses of milk for them. One of the boys asked me if I wanted to see what it was like to get inside a sleeping bag. After I was in, he got in with me.

He got behind me and held my tits in his hands. He rubbed his dick against me, and lowered his hands to open my pants so he could push them down. He got my pants down far enough, and my panties followed, and he stuck his dick in me from behind. He helped me pull my pants up before letting me get out of the sleeping bag.

My brother is the one that told on me. My grandmother called me a whore, and my mother was worried sick that I was going to be pregnant. My period was late a couple of days that month, but It came. I had escaped by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

There really wasn't much to say about it. I was a whore. My brother and his friends were quick to use me and they took turns. I was fifteen when I did get pregnant, but because my brother and his friends all had sex with me, it wasn't that easy to say. I had a miscarriage at school, it was a violent attack of cramps, and I hurt real bad. One of the girls in the bathroom with me, stood by to make sure I was alright. We saw the little clot of blood and flushed it away. I bled profusely after the miscarriage and she ran back and forth to the nurses station get me some menstrual pads.

After that scare I didn't have sex again with any of them. Not my brother, and not any of his friends. I prayed with my friend to become a virgin again, and as far as the boy I married was concerned, I was as virgin as the night is long.