when i was 8 he took me into his room and said how he loved me and told me to get on my knees and suck it. he told me not to tell anyone because we’d both be in trouble and he’d hurt me, for some reason i think this was normal and told my “best friend” that he made me do that. then next couple of day my guidance counselor had a talk witme and called my mother, i was so scared and thought he’d hurt me if i told and i didn’t trust my family so when my mother asked is something was happening i said i didn’t know what she was was talking about. it kept happening except the more it happened the more he did to more or asked me to do to him. this went on for 5 and a half years. when i was 12 he raped me. after that i finally got him to stop for a little. a few months went on and i started going to my new middle school and then he started again but then quickly stopped for whatever reason. i was so happy and i finally started to tell people, although it was only a few people. he ended up getting a girlfriend and one day i get fed up with the rape jokes people would make and i had enough and posted how rape isn’t funny and then his girlfriend asked what i was talking about and i told her and she thought i was lying and then he found out and told me to say i was lying and if i didn’t he said he’d hurt me again but if i said i was lying he’d never touch me again. i lied and he hasn’t touched me since. he was my older brother.