Raped By My Brothers As I Pretend to Sleep

I pretend to sleep, but every touch feels too real.

It’s not supposed to be like this. My brothers, with their hard grips and rough hands, think I don’t know what they’re doing when they come to me in the dark. They think I’m unaware, but I feel it all. And even though I hate it, I can’t deny how good it feels. It’s a battle to fight off the unwanted pleasure.

Every brush of their fingers sends shivers through me, every whispered breath makes me ache. I want to push them away, to scream, to run—but part of me craves the way they make me feel. I tell myself I’m helpless, but deep down, maybe I’m not…