It happened from around middle school till sophomore year in high school. They were my only friend at the time and would regularly sleep over and force themselves onto me. At one point I was trying to make enough noise to bother him and the parent I was staying with at that time knocked on the door and asked if anything was wrong. He told them no, then told me that I was no fun and to shut up next time. I had a girlfriend at the time but was to afraid to bring it up to anybody because I didn't know that I could do that, and didn't want to lose the only "friend" that I had. He started sleeping with my sister my freshman year and told her that we were just "trying stuff out." She believed him and gave me shit for it when I told her otherwise and still hangs out with him regularly. He half ass apologized to me one of the last times I saw him but said they he knew I enjoyed it, so it was fine anyways.

I felt so much guilt and shame for feeling like I cheated, for not telling anybody and for not feeling good about it like he told me that I should. I eventually told the other part of my family about it after I moved in with them and they supprted me, but I still haven't fully come to terms with my own sexuality. It's hard to accept that I shouldn't have enjoyed it or felt horrible because I'm Bi anyways.