When I was 8 I was young and stupid child. My little sister and I went down to the barn where the teenagers worked at my family business. Only one boy was working that day. I was telling him how much money I had because I thought it was cool or something. He told me he could give me more money if I gave his pet worm a kiss... you can probably tell where this story is going ... When I was 12 I finally realized what had happened all those years ago. My sister had watched ...
Was I a horrible person for doing that to her?
Was it his fault or mine?
Was is considered "molesting" since he didn't force me?
When I was 16 someone convinced me to tell my parents who then told me I was a liar. I cried and haven't mentioned it again.
I tried talking to him once about it and he pretends I don't exist like the whole thing never happened.
I remember.
My sister remembers.
I don't know what to do.