Raped By My Brother

Sickening bathroom attack ,Shunned by most of her family & Rapist sibling finally jailed.

- Lianne La Borde/Amy Sharpe

Karina Townsley, 30,

Manchester

Hearing my name called, I wandered into my brother Andrew’s bedroom. 

‘Hey, Kar,’ he said. ‘Can you give me a hand?’

Andrew was 13– four years older than me. We had different dads, but both lived with our mum and two sisters. 

‘OK,’ I said. 

Sitting on his bed, Andrew asked me to pop his zits. 

Yuck! 

Being the youngest, I always did as he said. But my big brother gave me the creeps. His dingy teenage bedroom smelled musty, with a tinge of cannabis. I hated being alone with him.

As I grew up, he’d ask intrusive questions about who I was dating, acted possessive.

One afternoon in summer 2001, aged 14, I arrived home as Mum was going out. 

‘Who’s home?’ I asked her. 

‘Andrew’s in his room with his girlfriend,’ she said. 

Too busy to bother me, I thought.

So I undressed, wrapped a towel around myself and padded to the bathroom.

Only, the door didn’t lock properly. And,before I could get in the shower, Andrew came in, closing the door. 

I froze, my heart thumping.

‘What are you doing?’ I croaked.

‘Shush,’ he said, creeping closer.