Chapter 1

Brrrrrzzzzzt Brrrrrzzzzzt!

I grabbed my phone and looked at the text message I had just gotten.

EMILY: I'm sry! Plz 4give me.

"Bitch!" I screamed. "Arrrg!"

I had to physically prevent myself from throwing my phone against the wall. Tears streamed down my face as I tried not to think about her betrayal. I was so mad at her, my best friend. No scratch that. My ex-best friend. Best friends forever. Yea, up until the point I caught her screwing my boyfriend Mike. Now ex-boyfriend!

During the first week of summer vacation after I had finished my sophomore year of high-school, my mom, dad and I had gone on a trip to the Grand Canyon for a week. Though I would never admit it, I surprisingly had fun, but my happiness quickly died. I had gone over to Emily's house the day after I got home and to my horror I found her and Mike in her bedroom, naked. In an image that will forever be scarred into my brain, Emily was lying on her back in bed and Mike was on top of her. I watched in horror and disbelief for a minute, as my boyfriend pumped in and out of my best friend, before screaming my head off.

"How could you! You were supposed to be my best friend!" I yelled as tears poured down my face. I was so mad, so hurt and betrayed. "How could you fuck my boyfriend? I never want to see either of you again!"

I fucking hate them! They could go die for all I care. I grabbed my pillow and buried my face in it to help muffle my sobs. Three weeks since I had seen them together in her bedroom, three weeks of crying my heart out.

I'm not sure how much later it was when I heard a knock at my bedroom door and my mom call out, "Honey, can I come in for a moment."

"Sure," I replied. I had stopped crying a while ago but grabbed a tissue to dry my eyes anyway.

My mom slowly opened the door, came over to my bed and sat on the edge. "Are you ok?" She asked.

I just nodded. There was no way I was going to tell her about what Emily had done to me. If I told her about Emily having sex with my boyfriend, it would come out I was having sex. And no way was I going to admit having sex to my mom.

"Ok." She said. "I have something to tell you."

Oh crap. That was never a good way to start a conversation. My mind raced a mile a minute spewing forth one bad thought after another. Were my parents mad at each other? They argued every now and then. Were they now getting a divorce? I didn't think so, but maybe. Who died? Someone must have died. A hundred more horrible thoughts ran through my mind.

"Oh no, it's not bad," my mom said. I guess my thoughts were written all over my face. "You're Aunt Nancy and your cousin Dale are coming to stay with is for a while."

"What? Why?" I asked. I hadn't seen them in years. My aunt Nancy was my mom's sister. Dale, her son was my age, in fact just only a week older than me. They lived on the other side of the country and we didn't get to visit all that often. Actually the only thing I remembered about visiting them last time was of Dale constantly teasing me over my favorite stuffed animal, a little grey hippo. I think I was nine or ten and had carried little grey hippo animal everywhere. At one point he stole it and hid it from me. I remember crying so much his mom had to intervene and make him give it back. I was glad to get him back, but I had never carried that stuffed animal around again.

"The company Aunt Nancy worked for went under suddenly and everyone lost their jobs," my mom told me. "So they are going to move here and stay with is until they get back on their feet."

"Where they going to stay? We only have one extra bedroom?" I asked.

"Um. We're still working that out. Your Aunt will probably stay in the spare bedroom and we might give Dale the room in the basement. We have been meaning to clean it out and fix it up anyway. Now we have a good reason to do so," my mom said. "But in the meantime you're going to have to be flexible."

"Um. What does that mean?"

"You're going to have to share your bathroom with him."

"Mooooom," I pouted. "Do I have too?" That was my bathroom! And there was no way I was going to share it.

"It's the only other bathroom with a shower in it."

"Why can't he use yours and dads?"

"Cause we are going to share it with your Aunt."

"Come on, Mooooom. Do I have to?"

"Yes you do. And I don't want to hear any more complaints about it young lady." I could tell she was starting to get annoyed with me.

"Fine." This month was turning out to be the worst ever!

"They are going to be here tomorrow and their stuff is being shipped here later this week. I want you to be nice to your cousin. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good." She smiled at me. "It will be fine."

I just sat there pouting. No it wasn't. It was going to suck.

I woke up Friday morning after having a very erotic dream in which my boyfriend had me bend over a picnic table, my skirt up above my waist, and was pounding into me from behind. Being taken from behind was my favorite position and one we had repeated over and over. Man was I extremely horny and I reached over to grab my phone to call Mike so he would come over and fuck me.

"Fuck!" I cried out as reality smacked me square in the forehead. I didn't have a boyfriend. I had dumped him after catching him screwing my best friend. I flopped back down on my bed, frustrated beyond belief and way too mad to even try get myself off. It had been over three weeks since I had last gotten laid and while I had rubbed myself to orgasm multiple times since it just wasn't the same as having a cock in me. In the previous few months since I had given up my virginity to Mike, I had gotten used to getting laid just about every day. And now I wasn't getting any and that just sucked, almost as much as him cheating on me.