I was raped at school when I was a child

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I was born into a large family living in a traditional courtyard house. All my neighbors were relatives. My uncle had three daughters, and my father also had three children—two daughters and one son.

That boy is me, the second oldest in the family.

I have one older sister and one younger sister (for easier identification later, my uncle's eldest daughter = eldest sister, second daughter = second sister, third daughter = third sister; my sister will simply be called sister/younger sister, no further explanation needed).

My family has more girls than boys; I'm the only male among my direct blood relatives.

However, when I was born, a strange fortune teller who made a living by talking said I had to be raised as a girl, otherwise things would go wrong. Whether I was raised or died young,

my grandparents, despite their strong reluctance, disregarded my upbringing and raised

me as a girl. They treated me like a treasure, so they called me Bao Bao. But my sisters thought Bao Bao sounded bad, so they called me Bao'er. I should

mention that my father is the youngest in the family, so any cousin is at least 10 years older than me, and some are almost 20.

During my childhood, although I didn't wear girls' clothes, my hair was mostly long and I rarely cut it short, starting from kindergarten. I was often mistaken for a girl

when I was little, and I didn't understand, so I was happy to be told I was pretty. When I was in elementary school ,

my dad went to the school to tell the principal that my hair wouldn't be cut because the school wanted to cut it.

Although at first I was often mistaken for a girl, after a while my classmates knew and would tease me, especially since not many boys wanted to play with me.

So I could only play with girls. >"<

When I entered junior high, things were the same as in elementary school, and I became numb to it.

The only change was that my three older sisters were all in their twenties and started to dress up and put on makeup. Naturally, I became their practice subject.

Gradually, apart from wearing school uniforms and boys' clothes at school, I basically wore girls' clothes at home and would put on makeup. When I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, I thought I was really pretty and you couldn't tell I was a boy at all.

That's when I understood why I was mistaken for a boy. I had delicate features, big eyes that were always pink, pink lips, and a pair of deep dimples

when I smiled. My voice didn't change much when I changed it. Although I grew an Adam's apple, it was still much smaller than my classmates'. You wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

One weekend, my perspective on life changed. The opportunity arose

when, after failing to win at cards at home, I was suggested to run errands to buy fried chicken and drinks. Resigned, I rode my bicycle off to run the errand.

Passing by the village elders, they still habitually called me "little sister," asking where I was going (except for school, I'm always dressed as a girl,

so I'm used to this). On my way to buy the goods, I passed the school and was suddenly stopped by an older boy (or so I think).

The older boy said, "Little sister, I'm sorry, I'm not a bad person. I just wanted to ask if you've seen my dog." (He showed me a picture on his phone of an adorable Chihuahua

.) Brother: I was jogging at school just now. My dog was following me, but suddenly turned around and disappeared. Did you see him when you came by?

Me: No, I didn't see anyone or anything when I came by.

Brother: Could you help me look for him

? I saw that dog, it's so cute! Me: Sure, he probably didn't go far.

Brother: Is he still in the school?

Maybe... should we go back in and look again?

Brother: Sure, okay?

I parked my bike on the side of the road and went into the school with my brother to look for the dog.

As we got closer to the school building, I heard a faint barking sound. I was so happy! Walking over, I could clearly hear the dog barking outside the restroom at the very edge of the teaching building.

I went in, only to find the dog locked in a hand-held dog cage.

Before I could react, a large pair of hands grabbed me from behind and dragged me into the accessible restroom. I turned around and saw it was the same older boy from before.

He covered my mouth with one hand and kept groping my inner thigh with the other.

The boy said, "Hey little sister, where are you going so late? Your stockings feel so nice, let me touch them, okay?" No

matter how much I struggled, I couldn't break free from him. The older

brother, seeing my frantic struggle, suddenly punched me hard in the stomach. I collapsed, unable to cry out.

Seeing me cowering on the floor, he unbuckled his belt and tied my hands to the handrail inside the accessible toilet.

He pulled down my shorts, buried his head between my legs, and breathed heavily. His voice was unusually clear in the quiet toilet,

his hands constantly caressing my thighs, saying between breaths, "Little sister, your stockings feel so good."

Before I knew it, he had taken off his pants, stood up, and said in front of me: "Look, look! Brother touched your stockings and your penis got bigger! Isn't that amazing?"

He squatted down, tore my stockings, and pulled down my underwear. When he saw the small thing between my legs, he hesitated for a moment

and looked at me, saying, "Wow, you're a boy! I could never have told you! How come a boy has long hair?"

Touching my legs, he said, "You're still wearing stockings! You're such a pervert!"

Suddenly, he laughed and flipped me over, making me face away from him,

still laughing and saying, "It's okay, it's okay."

He held his penis and kept pushing it towards my anus. I only felt a lot of pain outside my anus.

After a while, I heard him angrily shout, "Damn, it won't go in!"

So he flipped me over again and shoved his penis into my mouth,

shouting, "If I can't fuck your ass, I'll fuck your mouth!"

He thrust hard into my throat with each stroke, making me feel like I wanted to vomit. He kept gagging

. Then his thrusting speed increased, and towards the end, he thrust hard into my throat, saying, "Oh oh oh~~" I ejaculated, little sister.

A stream of hot stuff went down my throat. I wanted to vomit but couldn't because his penis was blocking it. I kept gagging.

After about ten seconds, he pulled his penis out and

stood in front of me, saying, "Come on, little sister, lick your brother's penis, be good."

He looked at me and turned his head. "It's mine, don't want it," he said. "Do you want me to punch you again?"

I said, scared, "Don't hit me, please don't hit me!"

The older brother laughed and said, "Come on, little sister, lick your brother's penis and I won't hit you. Be good!"

I had no choice but to lick his penis reluctantly.

The older brother said, "Yes, little sister, that's good. Brother likes it very much."

Then he took out his phone and took a few pictures of me, saying, "Brother, keep this as a souvenir. You're really great!"

He unbuckled the belt from my hands, picked up his dog crate, and left the accessible toilet,

leaving me disheveled, with snot and tears streaming down my face.

[The End]

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