In school there were these three girls that made my life hell. They’d pick on me nonstop, mostly calling me a slut when they heard of some of the people I’d been with. After a few months, I happened to be at a party and saw one of the girls. She chased me down and told me that she hated what the other two girls do to me. Of the three, she never really did anything but watched and laughed, so I foolishly believed her. We hung out at the party and it was cool and we met up at another party the following weekend. She invited me to her house and I went over. We hung out and soon we were talking about sexual experience. I asked her who had the biggest cock she had seen and she got embarrassed and said it was her younger brother. After some questions, she told me that her brother, who had down’

Forth of July

We went to my friend’s lake house one forth of July. Sandy was a friend that I made at school. The very first thing she said to me was “you speak really good English for being Mexican, I would think you’re American.” And I slapped her and walked away. She came running up and apologized saying she meant it as a compliment and that she was sorry if it sounded racist. I told her to get the fuck away from me but she just kept apologizing and smiling and I realized she was just ignorant and forgave her. From then on, she kept finding me and talking to me. Against my better judgement, we became quick friends. She had less sexual experiences than me and was shocked by the stories I would tell her. She was pretty and had a very cute body, perky B cups, though her ass was a little

I love my brother, though our relationship is strange, compared to other people.
My boyfriend hates when the three of us hang out because he says it’s like my brother and I are in a relationship and he’s the third wheel. We’ll cuddle and hold hands. It’s never been sexual, well not really, until something in my mind shifted and I struggle to know how to deal with it.
My brother and I grew up in the foster care system. He’s 2 years younger than me and I’ve very much been his protector, at least in the early years. We were all we had. I would spend every moment I could with him. He was never the “bratty younger brother” or someone that I was embarrassed to be seen with. We both needed that feeling of being loved and we gave it to each other the best that we could. I told him everything,

TRIGGER WARNING. SEXUAL VIOLENCE. FORCED SITUATION.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent

His hand was over my mouth, pushing down hard, as I struggled to get free. His other hand grabbing the neck of my tank top and pulling it down hard. The sound of my strap snapping was so loud it rang in my ears. I kicked and tried to hit him with my fists. Sometimes I made contact with his body but it didn’t have any affect. I heard the loud ripping of more fabric as the neckline gave way and exposed a good portion of my bra. His hand pushed a little too hard down and I was able to get a little bit of meat between my teeth. He screamed “FUCK” and removed his hand but before I could scream, I felt strong pressure against the side of my face as my head whipped violent