Molestation: The True Story

Chapter 1

It was the three of us. Just my mom, stepdad, and I, living in a small apartment.
It was nice there, and occasionally my step siblings came to visit. When it was allowed by their mom, of course.
Little did I know, what will probably be the worst moment of my life was soon to occur in that cosy little apartment.
I've always enjoyed sleeping in the livingroom with my stepbrothers and stepsister. I rarely got to see them as much as I do now, so it was kind of like a treat for me.
But for some reason, on one night, I just couldn't sleep.
Perhaps deep down inside my gut I knew something bad was about to happen. Or maybe it was just the early stages of my ongoing insomnia. I don't think I'll ever be able to find out.
But on that night, as I was trying to sleep, I heard the voice of my oldest stepbrother, "Sarah, are you awake?" His voice was heard from the dark room.
He must have heard tossing around on the scratchy carpet.
"Yes." I replied.
I was curious. He's never asked me that before.
"Do you want to play doctor?" Was his calm reply back to me.
I still regret that night. I knew what was going to happen. But my anxiety kept me from saying no.
I couldn't help but remember what happened when I was younger.....
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In the past, when I was about eight years old, my mom used to drop me off at a babysitter's house, who had a daughter the same age as me.
She used to have us roll around on her bedroom floor, saying that I have to be on the top, and to make sure to groan, as if we were having sex.
She also had me get on top of her, and told me how to hump, telling me that I have to do that to her, and make sure to groan each time I jumped her.
I didn't have much friends back then. I was afraid that if I told her no, I'd make her mad and she won't want to be friends with me anymore.
On other days, when we weren't doing that, she sometimes went under her covers, closed her eyes, and sang the Phineas and Ferb theme song as she threw her clothes out from under the covers.
Afterwards, she would have me give her her clothes back, and tell me to do the same.
I've always been self conscious about my body. So I always replied with a simple, "No."
It just got worse from there.
One day we went downstairs to her mom's computer, after she asked me if I wanted to watch how other people have sex.
Like always, I said "Yes." I didn't want to make her mad, still in fear that I'd lose my "friend."
Luckily we couldn't find any, and instead, she fooled around on her mom's computer and played online kids games.
Even though I thought that was the end of all of this, it still got worse.
She kept telling me that we should have sex with our clothes on, and at one point, she had us both go halfway into her open closet, and told me to pull my pants and underwear down as she did the same.
She had me lick her vagina, and she licked mine.
Since that day, I started to get a little cautious around her, day by day.
Then one day, while we were once again having sex with our clothes on, she suggested that we finally take our clothes off.
That's when I had enough.
"No." I said, and kept saying so until she stopped asking.
She still had me have sex with her with our clothes on, but not daily as she used to.
Soon, it all stopped, and my mom and I moved back to my birth state Washington state.
I was happy. The furthest I got away from her, the better.