It Was My Cousin

My first experience with harassment was, unfortunately, from the person closest to me.
That person also happened to be my cousin who was a few years older than me.
She would spend the summers at our place, and my parents would go to work,
Leaving us alone at the apartment
My cousin, God forgive her, would molest me and touch me in places where she shouldn’t.

I remained in this situation not for days, but for years
Embarrassed and afraid to tell my mother.
All I was able to do was to tell my mother that I didn’t want to go over to my aunt’s,
Or that I didn’t want my cousin to come stay with us.
My mom would get upset because she thought that I didn’t want to visit or have anyone visit us.

Shamelessly, my cousin would threaten me if I didn't do what she wanted.
Which is of course to let her molest me, or otherwise she would go tell my mom what we were doing together.
Because I was young and stupid, I’d scared and do what she wanted out of fear of my mom knowing, and beating me up for it.
I now hate my cousin and have practically cut her off.

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