Author: Before you read this story, I should warn you that it's on a touchy topic. If you are uncomfortable with the subject of sexual abuse, I advise that you leave this story now.

You've been warned.

We are alone. The house is empty. Silence. The look in his eyes. I don't like it. I can tell what is bound to happen. 'IT' will happen again. My eyes are wide. I step away. Out of the room. Away from him. Away from 'IT'. He gets up. No! Not again!

"Come here. I want to play a game with you." I am afraid. I go.

I always go.

He grips my wrists. It hurts. I struggle. Futile. I am little. Big brother is strong. Too strong. Tears. I don't like this game, and I tell him so. He tells me to be quiet. On my knees. Zipper. "Open your mouth." I obey.

I always obey.

It's too big. I don't like the taste. I gag. He smiles and grips my hair. Thrusts. Over and over. Salty bitterness. He tells me to swallow. I do.

I always do.

He isn't done. "Lay down." Skirt up. Legs open. Arousal. Wetness. I hate myself.

Fingers. No, I don't like them there! I snap my legs shut. He pries them open.

Lips on my own. Tongue in my mouth. Fingers gone; something larger replaces them. I whimper. He stops. Pulls away. Pants go back on. Skirt pulled back down. "Too big. Another time," he promises. "Our little secret." He leaves. I am alone. Alone, I cry.

I always cry.

I am sad. I am angry. I hate him. This isn't right. Something about this tells me this is very, very wrong. I am dirty. I should tell. He said not to, so I don't. Won't… can't? Scared. I am unclean. My fault. Can't tell.

Secret.

Author: I suppose you can call this a mini-biography of sorts. Read and Review, please!

If someone you know has been sexually abused, or if you yourself are a victim, know that you are not alone.

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