Raped at the Reunion-Becky
The beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde strides up to me. The woman I shared so many of my firsts with: my cousin Sally. She’s wearing a tiny pink top and a very short skirt. It flashes me with every step. “Hey Becky, it’s your special year!” Sally says jokingly. “I don’t have to go to bed with the rest of the kids anymore!” I say triumphantly. She hands me an open beer. “I know! I’m so happy your party is this year!” she says, grinning. “Yeah, family reunions have always sucked. I hated missing your party last year,” I say, annoyed. “I was so pissed when you were gone in the morning last year,” I say, knowing she remembers our little tradition. Sally blushes. “I know, but tonight, we can do more than our little tradition.” She …