I'm going to keep this pretty short. I don't want to talk too much about it yet, but would like to get some of it off my chest.
I was sexually assaulted by my older brother's friend. When he stopped by our house, while my brother was preoccupied with making them food or setting up games - anything where this friend of his had a few extra minutes free - he'd come into my room and force me to make out with him. He would touch me inappropriately and force his body on mine so I couldn't move much.
I thought that would be the end of it, I didn't think he could ever take things any farther, and this went on for months whenever he came over.
One night when he spent the night at our house, after I had already fallen asleep and my brother and the rest of the house was sleeping - he came into my room. I woke up confused - still hazy from sleep - to find he was already inside me. Scared and frozen, I didn't do anything. I didn't want to react, fearful of what would happen if I did. He was a good 80 pounds heavier than me (very large framed and tall). So I kept quiet, stayed still, and silently cried.
There's more to the story, but as I am already feeling sick typing this, I'm going to cut it short. Maybe some day I will feel better talking about it and letting it out. Happy I could get what I said off my chest though, I do feel better knowing I'm not alone and have support.