This story contains mature or graphic content.
Now the sexual abuse started when I was around five or six. I don’t really remember. We would go riding every weekend on horseback. We would go to our secret hide out. There would be my brother, his friend, my friend, and we would go every Saturday. We would go to our hide out, which is houses now where we once lived. They would have me take off all my clothes, then they would do the same. I don’t remember where my friend was, they always kept us separated, I never realized that until now.
They would crawl on top of me and put their penis in between my legs and move back and forth. All I really remember is all the sweat that was all over me and I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t wait for them to get off of me. My brother would disappear and his friend would stay with me. He was chubby built. Even today, I can’t stand for someone to get all sweaty with me. It just creeps me out. I think my brother was messing with my friend, because he said one time that was where he always went.
Hell I thought this was normal, until we moved to Pecos and realized that my new friend’s brothers didn’t mess with them, except for this one friend’s brother. Anyway this went on until I was eleven. That is when we moved to Pecos. Then there was some other friends we had there in San Angelo, that during the summer we would fill up our tank we used as a pool. So when we went swimming, naturally the two youngest had to always show our private parts while the oldest watch. Because my brother and our friends sister were the oldest. Pete and I were the youngest. Like I said this kind of stuff went on till we moved away. When we got to Pecos I realized that it was not normal for brothers and sisters to be doing this stuff. I didn’t want to do it anymore. I am not proud of it but we involved our cousins that lived in Pecos also. But it got my brother off of me. He sexually abused my female cousin and my male cousin. I think that is why he turned gay.
Leeboy is dead now; he died of AIDs. I guess he was bi-sexual, because he had a wife also. But Leeboy was all screwed up and part of it was my fault, because I brought my brother, when we moved to Pecos. Figure of speech, I didn’t physically bring him, but I turned him towards them so he would leave me alone. I know that was pretty sorry. But I couldn’t take anymore. My grandmother came home early one day and caught Leeboy giving my brother a blowjob in the back seat of his car. One night my brother found out that I had sexually intercourse with my boyfriend when I was sixteen, he told me if I didn’t have sex with him, he would call my grandparents and tell them what I had done. I told him no, but I was so scared. Because I thought he really meant it and I didn’t want to do it with him. So I called my grandmother and begged her not to hate me for what I was fixing to tell her.
