Hello people once again! This is a new story from of course ME! This is a story I wrote a few years back on another board, only no wrestlers were involved, I didn't save it so I'm going on what I remember which is not much, but it was a hit then and I'm hoping this will be a hit also! It's different, but I'm hoping you all will have an open mind about it and enjoy the story :D R&R Like some of you know I am a Review Whore:P

Slut In The Rough

Family, something one should hold dear to their heart, they are there for you when you need them, a shoulder to cry on, give sometimes great advice, they are there for you emotionally and at times…sexually.

I will never forget the time I met my two male cousins. It was the first time also I found out I was mixed with another race. The first time I stepped out of my brother's truck and looked at the home surrounded by trees and nothing else I just knew I wanted to go home…

…boy was I wrong.

I'm twenty-eight now, but eleven years ago I was something, a real firecracker and my older cousin by only a few years picked up on that as soon as I opened my mouth, when we spoke, it's like when he heard my voice he smiled, my attitude, the way I looked around with not a care in the world because at the time I didn't. I mean I had the love, had the support, had a great background growing up, I just didn't care. I had no one in my family that was spontaneous like me, I had no one who could share my adventures with, all I had was myself and that was not enough.

I was a carefree person who had to bottle up her emotions because no one would understand me. The first time I went a got my first tattoo my mother sent me to my father's house, so I could be straightened out, she even tried to sue the woman who did it. Too bad I wouldn't tell…haha.

Deep down I was an emotional person, I didn't always speak with words, but through my eyes and actions. I learned at a very early age that not all words could describe how you were feeling, you have to act them out, but no one caught on to that in Baltimore. It took my mother dying, father not giving a damn about me, and my brother moving us to Cameron North Carolina for a "new start" to get the attention I needed, to get the right love I felt I wasn't getting, and being opened to new and better things in life.

My brother Khalil, an all around great guy, he was just never there for me like a bother should have been. When he turned seventeen he was out of my mother's home and living the life in New Jersey, leaving me behind and even though I was five at the time, the shit still hurt, I mean I followed him around everywhere and once he was gone I had no one.

But now, standing in front of my uncle I didn't know I had and two cousins I felt like things could only get worse for me, and even though I didn't know it then that they indeed did get worse for me, I'll be damn if I didn't enjoy each second of it.

Just sitting here in my room thinking back I sometimes wish things, well LIFE didn't play out like it did, or I wouldn't be, well been the way I was…

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"Bella whatever you do, keep your smart mouth in check." I half heartedly listened to my brother's warning as I picked imaginary lent off of my dark denim jeans. I looked up at my brother with a "whatever" look on my face and retied the strings to my shirt around my neck.

"How would you know about my smart mouth, I haven't seen you in years Khalil-" I was cut off by a screen door opening and shutting and looked straight ahead to see a man and three boys standing on the porch. My eyes grew wide and I looked over at Khalil.

"Fuck I didn't know we had white folks in our family-" Khalil mumbled something about my mouth and how I needed a shirt that covered my back…and tattoo that was on it. He got out of the car and walked over to them with a smile on his face while I just sat in the car observing.

Laughing, manly hugging and loud greetings were exchanged while I had an eyebrow arched and if this was a cartoon a question mark would be floating over my head. Never had I been this confused in life, even when my father decided he didn't want me to live with him after my mother's death was I this confused.

After a few minutes the oldest of the bunch waved his hand at me and I just held mine up and wiggled my fingers. I groaned inwardly when Khalil gave me a stern look and waved me out of the car.

I opened the door and jumped out cursing loudly when dust go ton my new heels. I was 5'6 so any added height was a plus to me, besides, short men didn't do it for me.

Laughter filled my ears and I looked up slowly to see the older man shaking his head and walking over to me.

"I guess a city girl like you will have to get use to the country side of things huh?!" I winced at how loud he was being and just shrugged, not caring to get to know the people, or the "country side of things" at the moment.

My "uncle" ushered me over to the others and I was quickly introduced to the boys. One with jet black hair with a beater on and one with very blonde hair damn near staring a hole through me with no shirt on and from what I can see his navel pierced.

"Okay Bella, these are my boys, you have Matthew right here and Jeffery standing up on the porch, I'm you uncle Gilbert, but Gil will do just fine, you are going to have a grand ol' time around these parts." I wiggled my fingers at the boys and while Matthew did a full wave Jeffery was a smart ass and mocked me by wiggling his fingers back at me with a fake smile.

Even though he did that, he never took his eyes off of me, even when I was in the truck he was looking at me more then Anyone of thing else. I smirked thinking he was a bit slow while he walked off the porch and over to the little circle, and not once did we break eye contact.

"Well Bella while Khalil and I go catch dinner you and Jeff can get your things out of the truck and set up your room." I finally broke eye contact when I heard that.

"Wait, catch dinner?" They were already getting their finishing poles out while I grimaced at the thought of eating something that was going to be killed the same damn day and not far from me.

"Yeah, we're having fish tonight." I waved my hand at them and went over to the truck. I opened the back and crawled in to get the lightest thing. I was getting my Betty Boop duffle bag when I heard his country ass voice.

"You know you should go for the heaviest, looks like you have a lot of that." I lost my footing and fell flat on my stomach. I grumbled a few choice words and turned around to see Jeff laughing at me. I scrambled out of the back at almost fell again when my heel went into some dirt.

"You know you could help me instead of laughing at me-"I snatched my bag out of the truck and winced when it hit my hip.

"I make it my business to not help people when they have a very fucked up attitude." He sat down and folded his arms while looking at the bags and boxes, all mine.

"Well I didn't get that when you were staring at my breasts, did you forget we are suppose to be family-" I saw a smile form on his lips and before he turned to look at me it was gone.

"No I didn't forget, I also wasn't staring at your breasts, I was staring at your hips and ass, trying to figure out where you found jeans big enough to fit over them." My mouth dropped and my eyes instantly went to my midsection and ass.

"Did you just call me fat?" Jeff stood up and turned me around before whistling at the view making me turn around and snatch away from him.

"Take it how you want to, I was just correcting your observation you were doing on me that I was doing on you." I blinked my eyes a few times trying to figure out what the fuck he just said before giving up.

"You country bleach blonde bimbo! Does everyone around here talk like you?" Jeff grabbed two trash bags full of my clothes and arched a brow.

"And how is that?" Not thinking I dropped my duffle back and took the two bags he was pushing towards me.

"Country." Jeff picked up my duffle bag and shrugged while looking around.

"Well seeing as though we are in the country, I would say so City Girl." I narrowed my eyes at him and struggled to re grip the bags in my hand.

"Fuck off." Jeff smiled brightly at me and licked his lips.

"How old are you again?" I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the house.

"Seventeen-" I heard a grunt behind me and looked over my shoulder to see him of all things checking me out.

"Legal…I see." My mouth dropped at the look he was giving me, I was shocked to say the least.

"Wait, legal for what?" I dropped the bags and placed my hands on my hips. Jeff walked up on me and whispered in my ear.

"Anything." I almost broke my ankle moving away from him. Was he serious or maybe I was reading too much in what he was saying, because surely he didn't mean what I think he meant.

"Hold it, you know I'm your cousin right, first cousin at that." Jeff walked up on the porch and before opening the screen door he looked at me and winked.

"So?" Standing by the porch steps I was left dumbfounded. Did he…wait he just…

Wait….huh?

Kendra