Sharing a room with my sis Jen

This is mostly being written so I could vent and get this all off my chest. But this being a fetish site, I’ll do my best to entertain, it’s only my first story though. Names will be changed. Anyway, BG… I was around 10yrs old, my older sister, Jennifer, was 12. Mom and Dad had been divorced since I was 2————————————————-
I grew up hating myself for being so stupid and trusting.

Dad is wrong about me. I’m not a little kid anymore. I shouldn’t have to go to bed so early. It’s not fair. Meg is only 10 months older. It just makes me mad that she could stay up with Daddy all night. And there’s no way I could sleep while they play the music that loud so why do I have to stay in my room. Even Jen asks if I could just stay up. Meg doesn’t even know how good she has it, walking back in our room all pissy like her life just sucks. I mean she’s the one huffing and puffing back in here at 1:00 in the morning. I just don’t get her. She and dad get to have all the fun.
At least I know she loves me. She knows I hate being alone; she would come up to my bunk till I was asleep. It started getting weird when she would come to my bunk every night. I noticed that when she hugged me she was crying. “Jen?” “Shh, time to sleep Billy.” She didn’t stop shaking, and I was scared. “Jen, did I kick you in my sleep again?” ” Yeah, but I’m ok, now go to sleep.” When she left my pillow was soaked and there was a little blood on my sheets where she slept the night before.