I was raised by my oldest sister and her husband Aaron who sexually abused me for 5 years. It started when I was only 9 until a few months after my 14th birthday. My sister denies it but she had to know it was going on all those years. The only reason it stopped when it did is because Aaron was killed on a construction site in 2002. I was to ashamed to ever tell anyone what he was doing to me and as much as my sister insists she didn't know about it, I am sure she did. She was a bartender at the casino and worked mostly nighttime. Aaron was a carpenter and was always with me at night. If my sister was at work I would always see him naked but even when she was home Aaron never was fully dressed and either in his underware or a robe without his underware on. My sister knew he spanked me and I told her several times he would always make me take off all my clothes when he did spank me. She never once told him not to and even til today insists she never knew he did. The bathroom door never had a lock on it and I am sure he put a regular door knob on it just so he could invade my privacy, mostly when my sister was out or at work. The first year he didn't touch me much except when he gave me a spanking. He not only came into the bathroom all the time but would tell me when to get a bath or shower and would just walk in and watch me. I was constantly threatened by him about telling anyone and he often spanked me for no reason just to intimadate me. He not only did these things for sexual stimulation but I truly believe he like to embarrass and humiliate me. That first year I saw him masturbating as many as 2 or 3 times every week. I was 10 when he first began probing my body telling me it was for my own good and that all he was doing was "making sure my body was in good shape". He did this at least once a week always when my sister was at work. He first made me shower or bathe and when I was done he also would shower and come into my room naked. He always told me there was nothing wrong with us seeing each other undressed. I had to lay on the bed as he always started by touching my breasts which were only budding at that time. I don't remember crying but the shame of it was horrifying to me. He would pull my legs wide open and finger my vagina. The worse part of it was when he put the vasaline on his finger because I knew he was going to penitrate my anus. If I complained about it he would beat me unmercifully and threaten me with daily spankings if I didn't adhere to his orders. Without realizing what he was doing it was during that year, when for the first time he got me to orgasm after fingering me for a long time. I don't think I even knew what it was at first but the more he did it the more I reacted to it. He began masturbateing me several times a week and as long as I did what I was told he spanked me less over time. By the time I was 11 he was not only masturbating me but had gotten me to masturbate him as well. He still spanked me sometimes but the threats were always intimadating. I was not only afraid to tell anyone but also ashamed of it and by that time knew I was being abused. He had me trained by then and I suppose the ways he touched my body became sensual to me and I began to enjoy having orgasms. I didn't even mind when he penitrated my anus and many times I had multiple orgasms especially when he began performing oral sex on me. I think I was 12 the first time he made me give him oral sex. He told me what to do and I refused the first time, which I should not have done. He pulled me over his lap and beat my rear so bad I I almost passed out from the pain. The next night was the first time I ever tasted his cum and I hated it. He held my ears and hair and I gagged many times but I knew if I didn't do it he would beat me. He always would cum in my mouth but he never made me swallow it and allowed me to spit it out. I never could get used to the taste of it and he made me do this once or twice a week. My breasts were developing and I began getting my period by the end of that year. I'm not sure if I was 13 yet but one night after giving me oral sex he turned me on my side, laying down in back of me. He had one hand playing with my vagina but I could also feel him penitrating my anus with his penis. I honestly thought it was his finger at first which he had done to me many times before. It did hurt somewhat but was not as nearly as painful as I would have thought. He did have me aroused at the time and that was the start of full session of sexual abuse. By the following month he had also had intercouse with me and this continued until he got killed on his job. Even then I never told anyone and never confronted my sister about it for several years afterwards. I don't see my sister very often and now that I am older can't imagine why she never put a stop to it. I have lived with my boyfriend for over a year and have never told him about it. The only one I ever told what Aaron did to me is my cousin Amy but I made her promise not to tell anyone else about it. I know I was just a kid but I am still ashamed of it, not only for what he did to me, but also because I never had the courage to tell someone. Had he not died when he did I don't know what would have happened or how long it would have gone on. I don't even mention it to my sister anymore because she always got angry when I did. She certainly knew he spanked me naked but doesn't want to believe he molested and abused me over those years.