Sally and I lived in a sort of truce most of the time, with a battle likely to break out at any minute, while our mum tried to keep the peace. However, Sally was a clever girl and eventually went to college to get a degree. She also had inherited Mum’s fastidious attitude to hygiene, washed her hands frequently, and she bathed far more frequently than was necessary in my view! She also changed her clothes frequently, especially her underwear. This was to my advantage as she put her discarded underclothing in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

His guilty eyes confirmed my guess, and his voice trembled when he said, “But someone might come in”.I was always very businesslike with him, I never flirted with him and I often spoke about my boyfriend Rod. The next thing he knew it was morning, and his Aunty was in the bathroom. Soon, many other events took place that form many more stories to come. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. It’s been a few days since this disturbing incident but I can’t let the rage go — and not just because of his dangerous driving. No, what makes my blood boil is the thought that this guy has managed to get to about 40 years of age and has likely spent a lot of that time being a creep. And what annoys me further is that I know many people reading this are going to roll their eyes and think I should get over it rather than chastise him.

So I got my promotion. I got a significant pay rise and, a year later, Sam doesn’t even work at the company any more. I put on a pink, lacy dress, with a short full bottom. "Zip me,"I say. He zips me and stands there. "Do you like it?" I ask. She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. I was an only child, but my interest in girls and what they wore, particularly under their skirts, had developed unusually early as a result of a particular, erotic experience, but that is another story. Usually only executives got to attend so I was really excited about the opportunity and what it might mean for my career.At last spring has arrived and thoughts turn to hot sunny days, warm long evenings and of course fun filled holidays. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!”

I promise you, I won’t go to HR,” I said. “I don’t want to destroy your career. But I expect you to do something for me.”Recently, he’s been forcing me to have sex with him whether I like it or not. I enjoy the sex but I’m only 16 and he is my first cousin. How do I make him stop? My sister made good her promise to totally ignore me in the future, while my mother reminded me of my sins on a daily basis for many months. In the end, completely fed up with the nagging and bad atmosphere, I went into an Army recruiting office and signed on with the Boys’ Service. My mother readily signed the approval forms, saying that it would make a man out of me! I used to use my friends mothers and sisters panties and leotards the same way. They were both instructors for jazzercise. Fet so good at 13 &14. It is what it is. I’m determined to keep looking forward and not focusing on what happened in the past. I believe Sam knew he made a huge mistake and maybe he’s paying the price of that in ways I’ll never know.