Please, please fuck me again
My brother raped me and I liked it, so I asked him to do it again, and again. When I was 8 years old, my 15 year old brother Gary raped me, but I didn’t tell anyone, not even mom and dad, and the reason was because I liked it. I was 8, and just over 4 feet tall, very skinny, and my brother was 15 and was maybe 5 feet 7 inch tall, and he was muscular. We were home alone and he had been in his bedroom most of the day, probably playing computer games, and in the afternoon I got a shower because I had been painting downstairs and got paint all over me and in my hair. When I finished showering I got out, wrapped my pink fluffy towel around me …