In the morning, I woke up barely able to open my eyes, from the cum sticking some of my eyelashes together. I managed to clean up a little with some stale water from a bottle I dug out of my bag. It would be enough to get me to the shower, at least.
I peeled off the stiff clothing I was still wearing and put on the robe they'd left on the back of my door before tip-toeing further down the hall to the room I remembered the shower being in. I locked the door securely behind me.
It was probably the best shower I've ever had in my life. The dirtier you are, the better it feels to get clean, I think. I got to scrub off all that dried cum and wash it out of my hair, and try to gingerly rinse away the tender ache in my pussy, and the cloudiness in my head.
It had been fated to happen, I decided, as a hot flush crawled up my skin. The humiliation and pain and guilt were thrilling, and I hated and loved it.
"What kind of whore am I that I liked being raped by my cousins?" I thought miserably, and pushed my finger down onto my clit, sliding wetly through the lips around it. "Still, I knew something was going to happen when I walked in there. They had me marked from the get-go."
I circled my clit with my fingertip over and over, until the water started to run cool and I gave up. "Too soon, somehow," I thought, and left the shower frustrated and unsatisfied.
I dried carefully and slipped back into the robe, making a dash back to my room.
I got dressed haphazardly, putting on my clothes based on the order they came out of the bag. I squeeze a stretch black miniskirt on, then one of my baby-blue knee socks, before pulling on the stretchy mock corset I'd brought of the same color. After I laced it up, I found the other sock, dug out my black boots and laced them on (they come up to just under the lacy tops of the socks, in case you were wondering).
But I couldn't find my underwear.
I pulled everything out of my bag, and laid it out on the mattress. I looked under the bed, scanned the floor, checked the empty drawers of the armoire, and found neither of the other two pairs of string bikini panties I'd brought with me.
"Fuck," I said aloud. I guessed I wouldn't be sitting down much, that day. Not that that was such a bad thing, with the pounding I'd taken the night before. But I still felt alarmed.
Could Jamie or David have snuck in while I was sleeping, and stolen them? Just to know I was walking around that way? What if I'd slept through something else? What if they came back tonight?
I rushed out to breakfast. I hoped I'd maybe be a little safer in the group, though I don't know who I thought might protect me. Maybe Jacob. But maybe not.
When I saw him, though, I gave him a tight hug, desperate for some small sense of security. We broke, and he pulled out the chair next to him for me, grinning mischievously.
"So," he said, "somebody sure got to bed late, last night."
"Who?" I asked, too quickly to not be suspicious. I sat down as cautiously as I could, trying not to look like I was tugging my skirt down as hard as I was.
"You, you little sneak. Whaddyou mean, 'who?' Are you picking up guys at your family reunion, Kid? Because that's pretty twisted, if so." He tickled my side, to show he was razzing.
"Actually..." I started, but before I could think of how to defend my name, or disparage my attackers, I was cut off by the sight of David stepping into the room, sitting down not far from them with a cup of coffee and a very relaxed air. He smiled at me.
"...We just stayed up late playing cards," I lied, quietly, disappointed.
"Uh-huh. I'll bet."
I fell silent.
David came to my defense. Nastily, I thought. "I'll vouch for her, and Paul and Jamie will, too. She was with us until almost 2 am."
I'd been hoping my silence and discomfort and really bad lying might alert Jacob to what had really happened, but that hope fell when my story was corroborated. Whatever Jacob thought of my virtue, he wouldn't expect I'd have been involved in a gang-bang in the game room.
But Jacob asked, "Is that so?" and my hope resurged, slightly--he sounded a little cold, and when I looked at his face, I could see in his forced smile that he was challenging David. It looked like any affection he might have had for his cousin had dissipated all at once in a wave of--of what? Distrust? Anger? Jealousy?
"You shouldn't keep her up past her bedtime, Dave," he said. "This is a school-kid we're talking about, here, she needs her rest." The jab had a very serious undertone to it.
Jacob was warning David off of me.
I committed to stick by him all day.
That had its own dangers, I found out, but at least it kept the other boys off of me, for a while. Jacob pawed me in his usual fashion, half-wrestling, half-tickling, occasionally restraining just for the hell of it.
By lunchtime, though, Jacob was the one posing me troubles.
"Hey, Kid," he asked, pointing to a spot on the grass several feet in front of him, "what's that?"
"What's what?" I asked, confused.
"There's a bug there of some kind. You did biology or whatever, you know these kinds of things, what is it?"
"I took one Zoology class," I said, sure this didn't make me an entomologist. "Jake, I can't even see it..."
