‘Oh you poor thing,’ he says soothingly whilst putting his hand on my head, trying to gauge whether or not I have a temperature. This is wrong, I want my jeans back, I want to protect my modesty. xxx sex ‘Dad’s only in the next room, you know that if he hears you he’ll be mad because you’ve disturbed him.’ The thought of Dad coming through silences me through fear of getting beaten. He then slams into me, putting his hand back over my mouth as he does so. This really hurts, and I don’t want him doing this anymore, but his warning keeps me still. He continues to slam into me again, and again, and again. He chuckles at my obvious discomfort, ‘don’t worry Ann.’ He says non-reassuringly, ‘This will all be over soon enough,’ thank heavens I’ll be dead soon my brain whispers to me. The tears flow freely down my face and I curl up in a ball at the bottom of my bed. I’ve never seen a boy part before and I don’t want my brother to put his boy part inside of me. ‘Oh and don’t forget Ann, we will be doing this again.’ He says in a whisper before opening my bedroom door.
