What My Cousin Did

SCENE opens inside the moving car. Rebecca’s forehead rests against the glass while the blurred scenery rushes past. Her parents’ muffled voices fill the front seat. When her mom snaps her name loud enough, Rebecca jerks up. “Sorry, mom, what?” Karen repeats that they’re almost at Harold and Diane’s. Rebecca gives a half-hearted shrug, then slumps again when her mom mentions Todd. Her face tightens. She covers it with her arms and lets out a long, shaky breath. CUT TO TITLE PLATE. Outside the house, Karen and Bill are swallowed in hugs by Harold and Diane. A few steps behind, Rebecca lingers with her head down, fingers gripping her upper arm. Eventually they notice her. Harold and Diane pull her into a warm hug, gushing about how grown she looks—already eighteen—and asking about college, a boyfriend, the usual. They brag about their nineteen-year-old son, still single but “an old soul.” The mention makes Rebecca’s mood drop fast. She excuses herself to the bathroom. Inside a quiet guest room she shuts the door and tries to calm down, but a soft knock stops her. Todd steps in, worried, holding medicine that isn’t needed. She tells him she’s fine and just wants space. He won’t back off. He asks why she ghosted him after that graduation party two years ago. She blurts it out: the bartender thought they were dating, and she realized Todd was into her—and that she was into him too. It freaked her out because they’re family. Todd’s face cracks. He steps closer, blocking the door, and admits he still wants her. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. Rebecca bites her lip, sighs, then whispers, “Yes.” Moments later they’re pressed against the wall, mouths locked, hands already sliding under clothes. Todd’s fingers find her small, perky tits and squeeze; Rebecca lets out a needy whimper and arches into his touch. He pops the button on her shorts, slips inside, and finds her already slick. Two fingers push deep, curling hard while his thumb circles her clit. She moans against his neck, hips rocking, breath hot. The car ride tension melts into raw, frantic fingering. She comes fast, biting his shoulder to stay quiet, her natural little tits bouncing with every shudder. Todd keeps pumping his fingers, greedy, like two years of wanting can be fixed in one stolen bedroom session.