One of the types of occassion I was allowed out was if my brothers wanted to play with me. We would go down to the end of the garden (we had a big garden, but I wasn't often allowed in it) and build dens and play games. But after a little while, they would take me into the shed and pin my on the floor. Then they would pull up my skirt and down my diaper/underwear. One would sit on my chest (usually the youngest of them) and hold my knees apart while the other one mauled my privates. Once he'd got it.... oh god. Once it was wet enough he'd hold up to my face whatever it was he was going to insert inside me that day. There were some horrible, horrible things :'( and I am crying with shame and disgust just thinking about it. I will share 2 or 3 but there were many more.
batteries
a dead mouse
a stanley knife
It was difficult to get stuff in there and I cried a LOT but they didn't stop. I couldn't get up but I tried. I once bit one of my brothers on the back trying to get him off but he just got really mad and hit me. My nose bled. Sometimes, like with the batteries, they left them in there and put my diaper/underwear back on. I'd have to take them out in my room by myself but it really, really hurt trying. Generally everytime anything was shoved inside me there was blood. I never understood before but a friend on here told me why. Occasionally I think I must have blacked out when they were doing this.
I hate my brothers. I really wish they were dead. It makes me so mad that they just carried on living doing whatever they want and have a nice life, and people like them, love them even.
I'm such a jealous b*tch.
But I'm so mad and hurt and sad because I don't even have my dad anymore :'(