We went to one of the boy's house and we innocently swam and had fun. They both had decided that after a while they wanted to take a break. We went inside their side patio and I immediately was distracted by the amount of toys he had. Sometime when I wasn't looking the other boy had locked the door. From there things escalated to them taking turns performing sexual acts on me. I don't remember much because it was so long ago and my mind had blacked out so much.
After everything had ceased, the two boys had told my one brother everything. They had told them that it was my fault and my idea and of course he believed his friends. For years my brother held all of that information against me. Anytime he wanted me to do something for him or to give up something that was mine he threatened to tell my parents. I was young and I didn't know any better so I lived in fear everyday that my mother would find out and think I was some sort of deviant or freak. I had no trust in anyone anymore. I didn't talk to anyone close to my age ever. I thought everyone was like that. It took several years before I even considered talking to anyone and ten years before I gained my first close friend. Those two boys took away my voice before I was even able to develop one.