Its not my, im not even the victim. A boy that my parents know is being bullied. I dont think there is anything i can do about it because I Dont know him. he doesnt have a facebook, and i havent seen him lately. My parents come home after dinner with his parents some days with these terrible stories about how kids smeer p*** in his locker, or CRAZY GLUE his hands together! it makes me sick. They just beat him up for no reason. Hes not ugly, Hes not dumb, and he is like the number one marksman in the country or something like that. he seems like a nice kid. What should i do? I want to be his friend, someone he can talk to, trust. But my parents dont take me seriously when I say "Give him my email, i want to meet him". I cant just sit hear and watch them bully him like this. Can i?

I am a twenty-nine-year-old, recently divorced mother of two teenaged daughters aged nine and eleven. I also have an elder sister who has three teenaged sons, aged from eleven to fifteen. There has always been frequent contact between our families, and my sister's sons have always been regular visitors to our home, proving to be the perfect company for my daughters. After my divorce I was so glad to have them over as company for my daughters, that I encouraged them to visit as often as possible. Unbeknown to me then, my fifteen-year-old nephew had developed a crush on me, and it was only afterwards that I found out how he felt about me. I was flattered that he would be interested in me, and never thought that anything serious would become of it. Over the next couple of weeks I felt myself becoming strangely attracted to him and tried my best to control these feelings, but I found it almost impossible not to notice him. One day the inevitable happened, the two of us landed up alone at my house, and it was not long before I started having sexual intercourse with him. I remember thinking during the act itself how weird it was to be having intercourse with someone I held as a baby, but it was so satisfying that we did it a couple of times. No promises were made when we parted company, but from that day onward, whenever we could, my nephew and I would have sexual intercourse. It was not long after that I started organizing sleepovers for weekends, and I always made sure that he slept alone in the bedroom that has an adjoining door to my bedroom. When we thought the others had fallen asleep, I would unlock the door for him, and he would get into bed with me, only to return to his room the following morning. My nephew has become a part of me, and we think of each other as lovers, for that is what we are. We try to spend as much time as possible together, and when possible, we would be intimate. I do not know what I'd do if my daughters or my sister were to find out about us. It would be so humiliating, but I just cannot stop - I don't want to stop.

I am a twenty-nine-year-old, recently divorced mother of two teenaged daughters aged nine and eleven...