From the time I was eleven until I was about 16 my stepbrother had been s******* aggressive towards me. He’s almost a year older. At the time he was being molested by his mom’s boyfriend; I had been molested for several years by two older cousins at a very young age (from age four to age six). I fought my stepbrother off but finally gave in…I hate to say it, but I gave in because it just felt natural to do so. He never raped me, but constantly wanted to go down on me, wanted me to go down on him, jack him off and stick things up his a**. He wanted me to pee on him but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. He met my cousin and they fell in love, but it never went anywhere…I can’t explain, but I felt insanely betrayed and angry, like he was supposed to love me. I suppose because I equated s** with love. The thought of the whole situation still makes me feel disgusting to this day. But what makes me angry more than anything? When my mom found out about his being molested, she went on the warpath. When I told her I was being molested by my cousins, she never protected me, she never stood up for me, and still acts as though it never happened.