My brother was seven years older than I was. I always loved him and looked up to him. And I always longed to have him love me back. But from the time I can remember, he never seemed to like me, let alone love me. He would always do mean and hurtful things to me when my parents weren't around. And I never tattle-tailed on him. When he was a teenager, my parents left him to baby sit me when they went out.
That's when he started to abuse me sexually. He'd take off his clothes and make me get undressed. Then he's make me play with his private parts. I don't want to say any more. This continued for about four years. My parents never found out.