When I was 9-10, my half brother was 3-4. One day when round their house he put his hand up my top and left it there. I was a chubby girl and had fatty deposits where my breasts were going to be. I didn't stop him because it felt nice. He'd just give me a 'special cuddle' as he called it. I never, ever, ever touched him, and it didn't go on long. But I remember we had it from our parents. Sometimes he would come into my room and just start. I would tell him to stop. Once he said if I didn't let him he'd tell his mum I was making him do it. I knew it was wrong and I know his mum asked him what 'special cuddling' was and he told her at the time it was normal cuddles.
I do not remember that I coerced him but didn't stop it and liked it, even. I started masturbating when I was 3 because it felt nice but didn't understand what it was. I remember my mother being embarrassed but not clarifying anything to me or setting boundaries. I used to experiment with a girl from school at the same time (when I was 8-9 I mean) when I went round her house to play, and she would encourage her younger brother to kiss my breasts then. Looking back I feel utterly disgusted and worry that I ruined my brother's life. We don't get along, and my anxiety makes me feel like it could be because of this. I live in fear that if this ever came out it would be my fault because of the age difference. He never touched or looked at my gentials, or I at his. I never touched him at all, just let him touch me and sometimes gave him permission to or asked for it. When I was 14 he came up to me and said 'i remember when you used to let me do anything I wanted to you' and licked my face and it made me physically sick. I'm so distrubed by these memories and it makes me want to hurt myself. I don't know how normal this is.