Okay so this was just something I randomly started one day and got engrossed in the plot, this is the first half of the first chapter... if you could call them chapters yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

~Dommy

Chapter (?) 1

It started when we were three and he told me kids our age did this all the time, so I let him kiss me. Whenever our parents weren't around, he would press his lips down on mine. Most of the time he was on top of me, breathing heavily. One time when he was over, my mom caught us; no more play dates with him.

It wasn't my fault, I didn't know any better. I was young and naive. It lasted 'till we were nine, 'till I finally caught on. My cousin wasn't supposed to kiss me like that, it was wrong.

So I started saying no. He was angry at first, but then he stopped. Two years passed, the kissing was over but he still stared.

He would hug me for too long whenever we greeted each other, he would always stand too close. At family functions he was never far away, his breathy laugh and clammy hands were always near.

He bothered me, but I would never tell. We were a close family. I would keep my discomfort a secret so we could stay that way. I would keep the secret so he wouldn't get in trouble. I felt bad for him. His parents had divorced when he was young, and he couldn't get a girlfriend for his life. He was a little pathetic boy; there was no need to bring anything worse to his life.

When we entered high school his feelings became more noticeable. When we were alone, his hand was always on my ankle, climbing up my calf to my knee. He would spend hours staring into my eyes, making the circuit. Ankle, calf, knee. Eventually, slightly lifting my pant leg and tracing my ankle bone with a short stubby finger. Then he would comment on how pretty I was, or how he loved my personality. Once he even said if I wasn't his cousin, I'd be his perfect girlfriend. I would just smile and tolerate it.

Don't get me wrong, I did try and prevent it. I would try to look bad whenever he would be around, by wearing big sweatshirts, taking off my makeup, and keeping my hair in its natural rat's nest state, which is something I never do. (My mother taught me to abide by the rules of perfect fashion) It didn't help.

He stared, he made comments, and he would touch me. I almost told my parents when he nibbled my ear, but decided against it at the last second, like the little coward I was. They still don't know about that part.

I would get aggravated, especially when he scared guys away. I didn't know this at the time, but one of his friends wanted to ask me out, and my cousin refused to give him my number. He told me he was bad news. It was ironic, coming from him.

As I said, mom and dad were clueless. Before all this, when my parents talked to me, they were over protective. My mom didn't allow me to use the Internet, because she thought some pervert would find me. Mom didn't know that the Internet wasn't needed for a pervert to find me.

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We went to the same school, him and I, and were in the same grade. Thankfully we didn't have any classes together and he never sat near me at lunch, though I could constantly feel his eyes on me. My spine would always stiffen whenever he and his friends walked by, my friends noticed; I would just say one of his friends had really bad B.O. They would all crane their neck to try and find the odor but would quickly forget about my sudden change.

I never told my friends anything either, they were big gossips, just like me. I could ruin another girl’s reputation in a heart beat, but the thought of having to face him at every family gathering knowing that I took his low popularity level even lower was unbearable. Why ruin his reputation? I was being selfless. Yes, that's it. There was no need to draw attention to this little (and I use the term loosely) problem. If I stayed silent my school life would be normal and my family would stay together.