First off, I am currently 18 years of age and my younger sister is 16. At the time this happened, I was 17 and my sister was 15.
It was about a year ago. I had a crush on a man who I had met my freshman year in highschool. He had been a senior at the time, and now he was a sophmore in collage. I don't remember the exact month, but it was sometime in the fall. We had hung out alot and flirted on a regular occasion.
At the time this had happened, he had a girlfriend. What was even worse was I knew. But I flirted with him anyway. I feel guilty about that to this day. I remember the outfit I was wearing that day, a denim skirt and a pink shirt. I can still feel the soap on my hands from washing the dishes, and hear the sound of the door slamming as he entered my home.
My parents where out of town for the day, and it was just me and my 15 year old sister. I had invited him over, even though the house rule was no one in the house while mom and dad where gone. How I wish that I had followed the rule that day.
Anyways, I remember vividly washing dishes in the kitchen when he walked in and hugged me from behind. He planted a kiss on my lips, and waited for me to finish. I finished up, dried my hands on a towel, and walked to the loveseat by the computer where my sister was IMing her friends. As we sat down, my sister struck up a conversation with us and we talked for a while.
At one point, I got up to use the bathroom, leaving my sister and him alone. I regret this move more than anything. After I was done, he was sitting next to her on the sofa, so I sat by the computer. On occasion, when I wasn't looking properly at them, I saw him grab her breast out of the corner of my eye. I wish I told him to get out right then and there. But instead I made my sister switch seats with me.
This is when he started whispering to me to go upstairs with him. I knew what he wanted, and I wasn't ready. I was still a virgin, and we weren't even dating. I told him no and he would back off, but then ask me again and again. Eventually he just pulled me off the couch and pulled me upstairs. I remember grabbing the door handle to keep him from taking me upstairs, but the door pulled closed on me, and I was taken upstairs into my room. My door was locked, and we ended up on my bed.
He undressed me, and next thing I know, he was trying to enter me. I told him no, that it didn't feel right. That doing this wasn't right. He would then back off and we would lay there in silence, until he would try again. I would tell him no again, and then silence, then he would try again. This repeated a few times, until I was too tired to keep fighting, so I gave up. About 15 minutes into it, I told him he better stop; my sister was downstairs by herself and he needed to leave.
We went downstairs to find my sister still on the pc. He left, and said he would call me. He never did. It was about a week later and I was really upset that he never called me. I didnt consider what had happened to be rape. I had thought at the time that in order to be raped, you had to be kicking and screaming and fighting back. Not just giving in like me.
I was about to send him an angry email when my sister told me. When I had gone to the bathroom that day, he had taken her hand and shoved it down his pants. I was enraged, and I sent him an email saying to never come near me, call me, email me, or anything ever again.
I didnt tell my parents about any of it. I didnt want them to be upset, and I didnt think they would believe me. I just wanted to move on. About 1/2 a year later though, in July, I told them. My mom cried, and my dad, being a cop, didnt really sleep. I didnt want to go to the cops though. Not until October. I had seen him at a highschool football game. He saw me too and he smiled at me in an evil way that said he knew what he did and he was getting away with it. He was also with a girl who was rumored to be a freshman.
That was the last straw. I told the police, and I am now trying to take him to court for Rape and Child Molestation. I hope it works, people like him deserve prison.
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