When I was ten, I had a fourteen year old cousin, my mom’s sister’s kid, and him and his mom used to sleep over whenever his dad was too hammered to be trusted not to beat the s*** out of them… I didn’t know the part about his dad at the time, I just knew Doug and Carol were sleeping over for the weekend. One day, Doug takes me out into our backyard, saying he wants to show me a game his dad had taught him. He trips me, slams my face into the ground, grabs a nearby dog turd and stuffs it into my mouth to keep me from screaming, yanks my pants down and r**** me. Afterward he tells our moms I tripped, I think Carol suspected what really happened but she never called him on it. For the rest of the summer, when they were over, he’d r*** me anytime he wanted, which pretty much amounted to whenever we were alone together. When school started, I don’t know if he found another kid to torture or what but it was like a switch flipped, he stopped and never spoke of it again.