Amelia POV
I went downstairs and to my surprise, my cousin's family was already here. It's been a long time, so my mom decided we should have a family dinner together since they flew into New York three days ago. They were already having a conversation, so I just welcomed them. I hugged my cousin Emma, knowing fully well she hates it. What would you say? She's a tomboy, very calm, less talkative, and a total keep-to-herself. She's a complete introvert, and I'm the complete opposite.
My name is Amelia Smith (Smith) as in my mom's last name. My dad left us when I was nine for reasons unknown. Ever since, I've been bearing my mom's last name. I'm eighteen years old, my cousin is nineteen, and I'm a total girly girl, unlike my pretty cousin Emma, who loves wearing big clothes. Sometimes I wonder what she's hiding under those clothes, or maybe she's just ashamed of being body shamed. My cousin is really pretty, even more than me. Sometimes I wonder why a pretty girl would wear such clothes. I can't deny the nasty thoughts I have whenever I stare at her, to the extent that I started watching lesbian porn. I also have some tools/devices.
Right now, I'm hugging her tight with a bright smile on my face. I broke the hug and went to sit with my mom, while she went upstairs. Clearly, she entered my room. I'm not even sure if she's aware that's my room.
It's been minutes since she entered my room. Lots of thoughts were in my head: What is she doing? Is she sleeping? Is she alright? Worse, has she found my sex device? My eyes went wide once that thought struck me. I quickly stood up and headed for my room, glad my mom didn't notice. Immediately I got in, I heard the sound of my vibrator, with my heart racing wildly. I gently locked the door, then switched on the lights, and I saw the greatest shock of my life:
My cousin Emma, the tomboy, the ever-so-calm, was fucking herself with my vibrator. My dildo was also on the bed. She didn't even seem frightened, just switched off the vibrator and covered herself with the duvet, then stared at me.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked the obvious. When I thought she wasn't going to answer, she said, "Having sex"
"Bu- h- w," I was just so confused; I didn't even know what to say or how to start.
"What? Aren't these yours?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"Why are you here?" she asked again, obviously knowing it's my room.
"I want to take a bath," she raised a brow.
"Okay, feel free," she said, and now I'm sure she doesn't know this is my room.
"This is my room, you know?" I said before scrambling off to the toilet. I needed a cold bath; I can't still believe this. I took off my clothes and entered the tub filled with cold water, letting myself drown for some time.
After bathing, I realized I wasn't without any towel.
"Emma, can you please get me my towel? It's in the closet," I yelled, waiting for an answer.
"Come get it yourself," she said. Woah, rude.
With a deep breath, I walked out only to freeze. I thought I had boobs; I thought I had hips, but I didn't. I was nothing compared to this naked beauty standing in front of me. I started lustfully at her; all those nasty thoughts were back. To add, I was also naked while she stared at me.
"What are you doing?" I went over to her and whispered in her ear.
"Leaving," she said.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"This isn't my room, and I don't feel welcome here," she said still.
"You'll always be welcomed in my room Emma," I whispered in her ear, grazing my fingers on her full breasts. She stared at me before she pushed me onto the bed.