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Mum and Dad had a pretty messy divorce that caused me a lot of anguish. My heart broke seeing her leave for another man.

The guy in question: Bruce came with his son, Benny. The pair had moved in with us within a week of my Dad moving out - with my being an only child having two older strangers in my home was rather intimidating. Especially since they acted like I wasn't there and gave all of their attention to my Mum who was treated like a princess, whilst I was sneered upon like vermin. Bruce would only acknowledge me to give me orders and kick me out of the room, whilst Benny mainly kept to himself never once spoke to me. He left for university whilst I was finishing my final year of school.

Loneliness and pessimism ruled my life at home, I tried to be a good girl but every breath I took seemed to irritate my mum and we fought a lot while Bruce was at work. Mainly, I kept myself to myself because the protection of my father no longer guaranteed my happiness or my safety. Terribly depressing.

Benny came home for the Christmas holidays, he was in his final year of university and fancied himself a man, taking it upon himself to brownnose the parents and order me around however he saw fit. It started with small things like him leaving his plates and cups in communal areas and this then developed into him leaving his washing outside his room. My mum loved having a son (therefore he got his way) and being besotted with her husband she had no desire to do housework, naturally it fell to me to do the tasks non of them felt doing. All the while I was excluded from any affection or kindness. Even at Christmas time!

On the big day everyone got showered with presents they'd been talking about all year and I get a meagre pile of revision tools. And an apron. Mum also made comments on my weight during Christmas dinner whilst the rest of the party chuckled and agreed. She seemed to be single handedly trying to ruin my life and it made me feel so very low. After turkey I went to bed and cried all the way through to boxing day, my only solace being the streaming services that I'd been given access to. However, I was so depressed I could derive no entertainment, the shows that I played were simply replacing the sound of those excluding me below.

Things got better after Christmas, Mum saw how much I'd calmed down and I got to see my Dad. We had an ersatz celebration at a later date where I got to hang out with him and felt properly spoilt in his company.

Bruce and Mum had informed Benny and I that they would be going on holiday, just the two of them. Benny was left in charge. At first this didn't phase me as he usually only spoke to me when he wanted something and minded his own business, letting me get on.

The parents left and everything changed. I was hanging out in my room feeling less stressed as the causes of my anxiety were well on their way to the southern hemisphere for two weeks. As such I was having some well earned me time, just me and my vibrator with some kinky literature. It made my heart melt as I was fucking myself that I hadn't felt this good in a while, I cried as I came. Feeling the aftershock of the stimulation I was rolling around in bed when the door swung open. I gasped, Benny was stood in the frame peering down at me scowling.

'Get dressed and come downstairs, now.' he said slamming the door behind him.

Unsure what to do I put some clothes on, wondering why he was so mad at me. Coming down to him he was sat on the sofa in kitchen still looking very angry, I daren't sit so I stood before him as he ran his fingers through his hair and huffed.

'Little girl' genuinely I was taken aback by the way he addressed me in a manner that was evocative of a parent and a toddler. Continuing he said 'touching yourself is entirely inappropriate whilst you are under this roof, while no one else is here that cunt is mine and you don't touch.' The way he said this shot me where I stood, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All I could think - Who does he think he is? What right does he have to say these things?

I moved to the kitchen Island to take a seat and he stood up, pining me against the wall and breathing into my face looking me up and down. Then he grabbed my crotch, I gasped in the highest register I'd ever been known to illicit and shrieked 'no! don't!' A tears began to fall from my eyes as I tried to wiggle away. His palm pressed firmly against my privates, manoeuvring my anatomy over my clothes - I felt disgusting and humiliated. I continued to cry and his grip became firmer my body ached with need to escape this, yet he would not allow it - persistent in his grasp.

Not sure what to do in my terror I spat in his face and clawed at him. Immediately amused by my retaliation he held my wrists together behind my back and slapped me. 'Bad girl, you don't do that' I cried even more at the gall, tirades of inescapable abuse being heaped on me by this larger guy in what was meant to be my safe space (not that it had been comfortable for a while). Panting on me he dragged me over to the sofa and place me over his knee. Suddenly a tirade of swats came down on my ass and he kept repeating 'you'll do as your told' in between strikes. My tears had stopped by this point and my whole body was numb at the audacity of the experience.

Once he was done asserting his dominance over me I was led upstairs where he altered his tone entirely, saying 'right, lil sister. strip.' I was gagged, my tongue wanted to move in so many directions yet the trauma that was being inflicted froze it. Making me dumb and wholly responsive to his will. I waited speechless in the hopes his mind would be changed. Becoming impatient he came over to me and pulled down my joggers and knickers down in one fell swoop exposing me. Feeling the cool air and his gaze on my vagina I again teared up at having my privacy taken away and personhood reduced. He stepped back as I soggily blinked, gawking. 'Take off your top, little girl'. This I had to do as I had no other way out.

Now fully stripped he examined me, clicking and pointing to a spot in the middle of the room where he circled me like a shark. Assessing the body he had now taken for himself with no regard to the individual inhabitant. Tickling and grabbing my stomach I felt my face flush with blood, becoming bamboozled. He used the mixture of confusion and humiliation I felt to push me onto the bed and began to pound me.

Sobbing as I lay there letting my step brother have his way with me. Knowing I couldn't tell a soul or seek help as I wouldn't be believed. He came in me and when he was finished he put his fingers to his lips and said in a calm voice 'I expect my breakfast on the table at eight tomorrow'. I nodded rolled over and tried to forget how filthy and violated I felt by this boy.