James'

Emma could go in Jenny's room anytime. And if Emma simply asked Jenny what kind of crazy things she was hiding, Jenny would pile it all on the floor in front of Emma. Though it would be fun to snoop and find Jenny's secrets on her own, she figured she would find something a bit more scandalous in James' room.

A boy that quiet, that shy, has to be hiding something perverted, or off the wall. Then Emma feared that James might actually be as quiet and reserved as he seemed, not having any good secrets. Whatever, Emma was searching his room first. If nothing else, she could find a good book to borrow. She smiled as her excuse for being in James' room came to her, should she be caught.

She pushed open the door to James' room and crept in. Emma scanned the numerous books that lined the room. She could spend all day searching through them, looking for hidden papers or a hollowed out book containing a gun or something as exciting. She highly doubted James had a gun, or weapon of any sort.

Emma looked to the desk and started there. James was a bit of a nerd. If he had secrets, the computer was a good place to look for them. She turned on the computer and was quickly online. James wasn't logged into any of the sites she tried. He also didn't have any passwords stored. Her last hope was to check his browser history, hoping to at least find out what kind of crazy porn her cousin was into. Nothing. His history was empty. It reminded her of something a guy friend had said once, Perverts have a sordid browser history, but the really bad ones have none at all. James was either not as much of a computer geek as Emma had thought, or he was smart enough to not keep an easy to find record of where he wandered.

Shutting everything back down, she moved to search his dresser drawers. She didn't find much, just stacks of folded clothes. She did a quick feel under his mattress. No hidden pot pipe, or porno magazines. Though with the internet, why would James have those.

About to give up and leave, Emma got down on her hands and knees and searched the last place. She felt under James' bed, about to give up on her poor, boring cousin. Her hand brushed over something soft. Hoping she had finally found something fun, Emma felt the object then played her fingers around it. It felt like a soft, fuzzy ball, but there was a damp spot on it. Emma squished the damp part between her fingers, not coming up with any clues for what it was.

Growing bored with her guessing game, Emma pulled the object out from under the bed. She stopped cold as soon as she caught sight of it. It was a wadded up sock, under James' bed, with a damp patch.

"Oh gross," Emma said as she realized she found a dirty sock that James had used for masturbating. And judging by how there was still fluid in the toe, it had been from last night or this morning. Emma tossed the sock back under the bed and got up to leave. She couldn't help but feel a bit of wetness on her fingertips. She stared at them for a second, her mind searching for the best way to clean them off, then the stairs creaked.

"Shit," Emma whispered and ducked back into the hall.