I spent my childhood avoiding my older brother. He leered at me and tried to touch my crotch. I think one time he succeeded but no other. I made sure to be far away in the house or yard or town. But one day I was reading and my little brother came to talk with me. Suddenly he grabbed my crotch. I got away.
As an adult I learned my older brother succeeded more against my little sister. He was five years older than she. I always thought I escaped and my story was not such a real story.
Now I see how much work it took to simply live safe. I had to hide so hard I did not even talk to my sister.