I 'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the room. I take my earphone out ; looks like he has something significant to declare, otherwise he would n't be bothering me.
'' Hi, sweetheart, '' he says.
'' Hi, dad. What 's up ? '' I say breathlessly ; I 've been running for over an hour, and I 'm just glistening with sweat.
'' I wanted to tell you that soon we will experience aaa… visitant. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the headphone with Uncle Joe Louis. ``
'' Uncle Louis ? Are they going to confab us ? '' I pout since I do n't care Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my stupe shitty cousin,
'' fountainhead, actually, it's only Dirk. He's gon na stay here for a couple of days. ``
'' You're kidding me, right ? Why ? ``
'' Oh, I know you two did n't get along, but you haven't even seen each other in three long time. Uncle Joe Louis and auntie Carla asked us if we could subscribe him for a spell and keep an eye on him. You know, a few days in a unlike environment should be practiced for him. ``
'' good for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' Well, ah… '' my dad puts his hand in pockets, `` kind of. ``
'' And that's his penalty ? '' I wipe my face with a towel, `` Pff… He 's now what ? 16 ? ``
'' Naaah, he 's only a year new than you. ``
'' Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile behavior. What did he do this sentence ? ``
'' Well, '' my dad, a good-hearted man, as always tries to be compassionate, `` he's just a teenager, you know how it is. ``
'' I don -- '' I stop myself because that would be a lie. It's embarrassing, but I know exactly how it can be. `` O.K.. So he 's gon na stay here, till when, exactly ? Do n't tell me he 's going to be here on my birthday ? ``
'' No, no, he 'll be on a escape home by the good afternoon of that day. So just nine nights. ``
'' So… he will be here on my natal day. Great. '' I sigh and then add, `` You know I 've got this paper to write this workweek. And now I have to babysit him ? ``
'' C'mon, I do n't remember he needs a sitter, heh. It's just to get him away from any bad influences. Especially now, when summertime 's near. ``
'' Get HIM away ? He is the bad influence. '' I say under my breath.
'' Oh, c'mon, the kid just needs some perspective. They want him to go to a near colleage. They see potential in him. And he 's not a stupid kid ; they 'd wish to see him doing something with his living. youngster should know that they can—if they only work hard enough—do great things in their lives. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some truth here : if anybody could be a estimable influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Louis with all his umbrageous venture, but I already have suspicions it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can consider him to the firm, show him things, maybe he 'll learn something, see the big picture. We 'll show him the city with mom. And maybe you could expend some metre together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could have also a good encroachment on him since you 're such a in effect scholar and a… estimable girl. They really admire you, Adrianne ; and no wonderment. They would like that for him too. I think he could learn a lot from you. ``
'' If you really think that, eh, I can try ... '' I shrug ; won't be fighting it now, since it's already a done slew. But I don't believe it will be so nice as my dad thinks. 'Sooner you start ...', 'if you work severe enough…'No way. Dirk will get everything in his biography served on a atomic number 47 phonograph recording anyway. I love my dad and mom, but they believe in some Wyrd, beautiful, happy, and bazaar world, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily good hoi polloi. For me, that idea sailed away some fourth dimension ago ; awful people are just everywhere, even in my own syndicate. But, I never disagree with my parents on that thing ; I let them believe I do n't know any other human race.
Dirk's mom is my mom's sister ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous women. I owe my looks to the same genes. auntie Carla married Uncle Lou, a fertile cocksucker, and they procreated this little shit called Dirk. And now this poop 's gon na be here until my 19th natal day.
I think uncle Louie—who was always a bit pervy and sly in my opinion—had to bear a big smile on his brass when they talked about his son spending time here. And learning thing from me. Yeah, things… He always let Dirk do whatever he wanted, encouraged him even. Would n't do anything to hurt his precious kid. Like beginner like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the shower I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this sentence. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some acts of vandalism, paying bum to fight down each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his room smoking mourning band and playing strip-poker with his pal and two girls. All I wonder is : were the girls naked at the present moment Aunt Carla entered ? But I won't ask my dad about it. Dirk probably could n't be well-chosen that this is his only punishment.
***
The following day morning time my father brings Dirk from the airport. My mom and I go outside the business firm to welcome him ; we do greetings here variety of old-school, probably in most families I would be just lying on the couch, with my centre glued to the phone. Dirk 's gotten bigger. He's wearing a gabardine long-sleeve T-shirt, mordant cargo shortstop, and sunglass. He's not this nasty little rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's fuck off quite bountiful, ripped, tanned ; his jaw got chiseled, and these dark, cunning eyes ... Jesus Christ, why am I even thinking about this ? Have to run on the treadmill more.
'' Hi, Dirk ! '' Mom greets him happily. My father takes his luggage out of the car.
'' Hi, cousin, '' I say, nodding slightly.
'' Morning… Hey, Adrianne. '' He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smile showing teeth. ( Yep, I knew it… ) `` Long time no see, cousin. '' He 's evidently checking me out, around my parents, no shame. I can already see he's bursting with energy.
Dad gives him his stuff. Dirk looks at him, then at us.
'' Do n't you have a maid or somethin'? ``
'' Not permanently. '' My mom answers.
He shakes his foreland slightly and takes one of the bags. What a putz ! I think we may be needing our maid for extra hours because he 's gon na break and have sex everything around.
'' So how was your flight ? '' My mom asks him.
'' A trick. '' He complains.
'' Did n't you fly for the first time class ? ``
'' Yeah, sure, '' he clears his throat. His eyes are checking me again, `` if that 's what they call it. ``
The sun is beating down today ; just a few days ago a heatwave hit our city… We go inside.
I'm supposed to drop a line this report about growing income inequalities but, because of this oestrus, I'm getting to a greater extent and more agitated, I have these annoying thoughts, …and urges ; it's slowly killing me. And now, on the top of everything, this… I thought about buying myself a vibrator but now, with that idiot here, honest hold with that thought. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the type of guy I've decided to avoid after last summer ; only younger, just starting his living as a privilege douche. That's some kind of a admonisher of what I did a class ago… Did I think I can forget it so easily ?
***
He leaves his bags in the Edgar Albert Guest room, we walk him around the house. When we finish, he decides it 's the ripe time to say something dazed ( of course ), `` But that Adrianne ! She 's now quite a fox ! Is n't she, huh ? '' He chuckles, protractedly, too fucking long ! He knows my parents are too nice to react to that anyhow, they just ignore it. `` She 's really… uh, quite a marvel ! '' He's nodding happily.
And, of form, my sweet parents can not even bring into considerateness the obvious ; they just giggle stupidly with those big honest smiling, holding each early.
Finally, my mom responds, `` She is. She is. We are… very proud of her. Um, did you know, Dirk, she 's one of the outdo students of the class ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! somebody has to be undecomposed in the syndicate. right ? And someone has to be bad ! Huh, full cousin ? '' He jabs me, laughing stupidly. My parents laugh too, a bit nervously. But my smile doesn't hail off rightfield ; it's just too a lot bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? exposed my eyes a bit. Who knows ? '' He shrugs his berm, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he's breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his fingerbreadth. That he knows how to do. Do my parents even take into consideration that he 's a horny, unpredictable snot ? They 're such believers. They do n't bang anything about modern youth. Maybe it 's better they don't ; they would die of substance attacks otherwise. That is also why I wo n't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to maintain any solidarity with my fellow here, I just do n't require to bother them, I 'm almost sure he 's incurable anyway.
***
Later that day, Dirk comes to my elbow room ; he knocks at the door but half of his body's already in. I 'm lying on the bed with a book.
'' Yo ! ``
'' What 's up ? '' I say lazily.
For a moment he says nothing, just walks about and looks around.
'' You 've changed, full cousin. Big fille now. '' He checks the playscript on my shelves.
'' You too. Big boy. ``
'' Yeah, you noticed. Fuckin'A. '' He says in a jaded personal manner. `` See you 've got the chalk. They enhance the look. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your spit ? Gives me some promise for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so customary to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the last remainder of the finally yr 's summer craziness ; the smallest, most guiltless thing of it all ; so I keep it. Now I 'm moving my jaw, a bit abashed, like I want to enshroud the piercing in my oral fissure somehow.
He 's still walking around my room, just sniffing ; it gets me nervous, though everything that needs to be hidden is hidden well. I pretend I 'm trying to read but my sight follows his every motility. ( Do n't you defy to go through my stuff again ! )
I guess I can at to the lowest degree try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his plans for now, what about school and such, but can not expect much here. So next I tell him I 'm writing this paper about income inequalities. He laughs at first. Then he asks me what does that even mean. When I explain it to him, he claims it 's a good thing, 'rich should be productive, that 's progress, right ?'Sure. That 's him, like pappa like son. Only unfit. At least he knows the Bible 'progress'. Poor aunty, she not only has an asshole husband but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to remark too much.
'' Why are n't you a model or something ? '' He asks me at some point.
'' Beee… Becaaause, why should I be ? ``
'' Beeecuuuaaassseee, heh '', he mocks me, `` you got the right body ? Ain't ya ? In vitrine you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pages of my photo album, smiling at something widely from fourth dimension to time.
'' Oooh, gosh, you know, I ... have n't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those things they call mirrors from now on. ``
He puffs. intimate innuendos are only a topic of time. He asks me if I have a fellow. I say 'no'. That 's another reason for a foul gag ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't believe such a piece of ass can go through liveliness without some solid state poking. `` Something 's wrong here, cousin. ''
I immediately react with unassailable indignation—I 've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets guys off my tail—it makes them intend I 'm a total stiff, although better that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk 's compensate here… it doesn't add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a minute, I look at him ; quite a recollective second ; I gulp, not stepping back ; and after a second he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room.
'' I 'm fuckin'well-worn. See ya tomorrow, first cousin. ``
Did it make ? …hopefully. Because nobody—no-bo-dy ! —can know a thing about what I did.
***
The next day my dad takes Dirk to the firm with him so it 's still til the afternoon. It must be sad for my dad's employees working their nates off all day and then see the political boss walking around with his nephew, like some protege, not that my dad will ever hire him, but they don't know that. And a nice job is awaiting him anyway in one of Uncle Lou's businesses.
Now they 're back… The second dad leaves us alone Dirk starts complaining to me about my dad 's Audi. `` Why the nookie does he drive an Audi ? He could consume a Ferrari. ``
'' Uhm, cause he's a family man, Dirk ? And it's a family car. ``
'' My old man has a Ferrari. ``
'' Yeah, he 's ... corking. ``
'' I spin in that bad boy sometimes, you know. Wan na go for a turn on some day ? ``
Suddenly, a moving ridge of hotness smash me ; mute retention pass through in my mind… I try to keep equanimity, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' screw me, you don't like anything ! That's …fun. '' He says quietly.
'' Fuck you, '' I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to spend some clip with him and leave us alone at nursing home for a while. He instantly starts trying to drag me to our indoor pool. Forget about it ; I would n't wear even a one-piece around him. Instead, I decide to try the easy way ; I invite him to play game on the Xbox.
He's just finished working out and initiatory thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
'' good, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a teen his muscularity are quite potent, very few son this age facial expression that good. If he were n't such a bit of doodly-squat, I would even honor him, let him have it… why not ? „ They are nice,"I would've told him.
After maybe 10 arcminute of playing he's apparently bored. So he starts again…
'' Hey. I know a dissimilar game, we should play that instead. ``
'' Yeah ? What's the game ? '' I ask after a consequence of dumb clicking the pad.
'' It 's called 'Where 's the cock .'D'ya know it ? You should, cousin… where 's the pecker ? Where is it ? hunt for it, search for it. ``
'' O.K.. You can stop this now. ``
'' Where's the cock, where's the hammer. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my boldness. I know guy like you, Dirk. ``
'' The majuscule ? Heh, you do n't look to be that kind of girl. You know what I mean ? ``
'' Yeah, let's go with that… Listen, I know what you 're trying to do. From the offset, this was a joke more than a punishment for you. You know that, and you 're trying to play my parents and turn it into one big party. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the silver screen. `` My whole programme is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and play. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin. Get some party started ! Invite some Quaker ! I could get to know your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a stiff ? Do you even have any friends ? ``
'' You 'd be surprised. ``
'' Yeah ? Heh, I don't think so. Hey, did you even… ? You're not a fuckin'virgin, are you ? Or are you ? '' He starts chuckling.
'' Pfff, '' I desperately try to celebrate playing.
His chuckling grows louder. It's really getting on my boldness now. I think I'm red in the face.
'' screwing me… cousin. You have to learn. Fast ! '' He says.
I'm gon na fly off the handle in a fucking second…
'' C'mon, don't be shy, it's not that bad. '' He continues, `` Heh, you know what ? We're only cousins so it's not a big deal. I can do you a favour and Edward Thatch ya. ``
'' Jesus Christ ! '' I throw the pad aside. `` Are you shitting me ! ? Teach me ? Teenage expert ? Just… don't make me laugh. ``
I immediately regret saying it.
'' Oh, I can, cousin, I can teach you a lot of stuff and nonsense. '' He still tries to piss me off.
No reaction, deeply breathing spell ; I 'm back in the game, not even looking at him ; but I feel him peering at me…
'' Or maybe… '' He waits for something ; sinister pause ; I feel frisson, he's fucking staring at me, I can palpate it. He speaks again, `` You wan na tell me something ? ``
'' Um, no ? ``
'' Nooo ? Or… yes ? '' Another interruption, `` …you're fuckin'hiding something. ``
'' Hey, will you ever shut up ? ``
'' Oh man ! You are ! You're fuckin'hiding somethin''' I must be all red ( shag ! ), `` severalise me, secernate me ! Tell me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a moment, a hush falls, only the secret plan noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's loud chuckling peals, `` Hah ! You 're fuckin'hiding something ! ``
'' …you 're such a loggerhead. ``
I'm pissed and tired with that ; he's not even on to me, he's just wishfully thinking out loud.
'' You… '' He leans closer and stares at me, scratching his chin ; I can see him in my computer peripheral vision, `` …sucked a shaft ? '' I just slightly sway my head, hopelessly, `` Thomas More ? Hah ! Yeah, there's more ! …sucked more than one ? …drunk ? …high ! ``
I look at him, `` Are you playing the plot or what ? ``
'' Fuckin'A, I 'm playing ! I'm fuckin'killing you here ! '' And after a second, `` Hey, maybe you 're not so bad as I thought, cousin. ``
'' Maybe I 'm not, '' I say, having no right solution. I'm fucked.
***
Later Emma, my very good acquaintance, calls me to tell me about a tattoo she just got. She would like to show it to me tomorrow ; it should heal properly by that clock time. Also, she will probably try one more time to persuade me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to block about the lowest prison term with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. form of torture for me. She does that this metre too.Trying to switch the subject, I tell her about the retard I'm sustenance with under one roof now and how he got here.
'' What 's his name ? '' She asks.
'' Dirk. ``
'' Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a putz. Is he ... a dick ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a prick ? '' She raps that finally part.
'' Uhm… nice one. I 'd say, huh, a dickhead ? A very big one. ``
'' Huh… '' She ponders.
'' Do n't even think about that. '' I interrupt her chain of life-threatening opinion ; the affair is, for some grounds Emma has a „ thing"for big dent, metaphorically and literally. And she's bored lately…
'' Why not ? '' She purposely says it like a footling child.
'' Because ! He 's eighteen. ``
'' Interesting. Does he -- ''
'' Emma, I do n't hump. ``
'' Could you… tally it out ? ``
'' You want me to hold back out if my cousin—cousin ! —has a big prick ? ``
'' Would that be a probl -- ''
'' Yeah, it would be a problem ! ``
'' Do you call up he 's a Virgo the Virgin ? ``
I grunt, `` I don -- I ... I 'd be surprised if he was. ``
'' Hmm, is he cute ? ``
'' I 'll stop over you there, Emma. ``
'' He is ! Is n't he ? ``
'' Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really need to go. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' waiting ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll talk later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so much during this class. But I 'm guessing being a hush-hush nympho, an firebug, and a informant to… well, kind of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can deepen a person… But we try not to talk about that.
When I 'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our family cat, and yelling at the pitiable affair, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to hide from him. Something has to be done with Dick. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the movement doorway ; it 's a animate being motif on the right on side of her waist ; it goes over her loin almost reaching her frown spine ; and from the front one of the arm goes down into her panties—she has to disclose them—and there it goes almost to her clit, changing into something like a snake's head at the end.
'' What did your parents say ? '' I ask.
'' Nothing… ''
'' Huh… of course. You did n't tell them. You think they wo n't notice that affair somehow ? ``
'' I can enshroud it at home wearing what I wear every day ; that 's no job. So, Adrianne, where 's this cousin of yours you 've been talking about ? ``
'' He 's ... '' I look around, `` somewhere ; probably tormenting my cat. ``
'' He wants to get into your pants, right ? ``
'' Yep. ``
She puckers her rim, waiting, `` and you into his ? '' A big smile grows on her face.
I shake my head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be cast. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. crony would be sick, but cousin ... it 's even a bit, huh, you know ? ``
'' How bored are you ? ``
'' Uh, quite. These hombre I meet lately ... they aren't so poise as I thought they would be. Eh, not like the guy wire from last year. ``
'' You really didn't have enough ? After all the shit that happened there ? ``
'' Well, besides the parts when it went too far—no fault of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin'suspect, right ? ``
'' I… I don't know. I'm over it. ``
She chuckles lightly, `` I simply just do n't think you, Adrianne. ``
My mom comes into the hall. Emma imperceptibly fixes her blouse to cover the tattoo. My parents know her parents so they would tell them about it, or worse, innocently ask them their impression of it and present the hush-hush away without realizing they had done it until Emma's mother collapsed onto the floor.
'' Hey, Mrs.Van Houten ! ``
'' Oh, hi, Emma ! Nice to see you. Did you meet our Guest yet ? '' Says my mom, sounding as always so improbably nice.
'' Oh, I have n't had the chance yet, '' Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
'' Dirk, beloved ? Could you come in here ? '' Mom calls him.
After a present moment he comes in with hands stuck in scoop. He spots Emma and slows down.
'' fountainhead, well, well. hello. '' He looks at her like a hungry beast. And Emma loves it. My mom stands adjacent to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious ; that is, the sexual tautness in the air. Eh, parents.
'' Hello, you must be Dirk. ``
'' And you must be ... ? ``
'' This is Emma, Adrianne 's friend. '' Mom introduces her. They shake hands.
'' See you 've got one of these things too. '' He says about the piercing in her tongue.
'' Ah ! Yes. The girls did this flakiness hold out summer. '' Mom flaps her custody, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the best inaugural twelvemonth pupil too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking sake, `` I 'm really glad I 'm here. Maybe I will finally figure out what I want to do with my life here, just like my folks want me to. I really think they had a good idea sending me here. '' Dirk again chats my mom up, it's all a big jocularity to him. Mom smiles at him almost affectionately.
Now I am standing among the three of them : my mom ; Emma, gazing at him lusciously, probably just to bruise me ; and that slight fuck salivating at the plenty of her and also my—his own cousin-german's—body. I knew Emma would only exacerbate the situation, but what can I do about her ?
Before I take her to my room she says her very, very warm goodbyes to the SOB. And the asshole reciprocates equally warmly.
I spend some time with her, trying not to listen to all her suggestions about what can we do this summer, or what she has found out lately about the thing we participated in go year—that's a foresightful story…—or her remarks about Dirk and how similar he is to our old friends. Then we watch a film ; as always with me, it has to be some classic ; this clip, `` holiday in Italian capital ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation with my cousin-german is resolving itself ; and she winks. Eh, Emma… what are you even thinking about, you big nympho…
After walking her out, I hear Dirk 's shouts coming from the swimming-pool room ; he has jumped in ; he 's so trashy and annoying I want to just fucking slap him.
***
It's the fourth day of Dirk's sojourn. I've just finished my work out. He walks into my room right after me ; I'm picking out fresh clothes before hitting the exhibitioner. That is not his typical smiling ; it's openhanded. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like swither, do n't you ? ''
'' Um… what 's so amusing ? '' I feel agitation.
'' This ! '' He shows me his phone. There it is, a photo from last summertime I had on a password-protected pendrive, taped to the bottom of one of the underdrawers in my desk ( How did he… ! ? ). On the photo I 'm dancing, only in my bikini bottoms, covering my naked mammilla with my paw, around me the guys we spent those two week with, four of them. Emma, in a similar turnout, is in the scope. My judgment 's spinning ; I'm fuming. How ! ? When ! ? Why did I keep it, anyway ! ?
'' H-howww did you ... '' I push that jesting cocksucker aside and shut out the door. ( Can I kill him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, easy, girl ! Got a guy, this figurer sensation. Called him after I'd found this. In 5 minutes I was in ! Yeah ! I fuckin'knew something was up ! Piercings in tongues, both of ya, obviously to blow cocks ; the way you were acting yesterday ; the pills in your way ? Yeah, I found those, too. I knew you two 'd done somethin'! Fuckin'sixth sense for those thing ! ``
'' So, you 're not a complete moron ! Congratulations ! '' I cross my weapon, my foot 's stomping ; actually I have no thought what to do now ; I just shake my head, `` yyyouuu, unbelievable, evil fuck ! ``
'' Hey ! You said 'fuck'! Finally ! We 're gettin'somewhere. ``
'' Yeah. Great, huh ? Hope you're fuckin'proud of yourself. ``
'' Why shouldn't I be ? That 's fuuuckin'awesome ! My cousin with naked tits around a caboodle of duuudes ! girl fuckin'proper ! Fuckin'A ! So, show me that wrack. '' He just casually nods his head at me ; like he fuckin'owns me now.
'' Piss off ! ``
'' He-he ! Yeaaah. But these guy seem all rightfield, you know ! And that one ? '' He points his finger at one of them, `` He had to have a giant cock ! Right ? Looks like that. Heh. Do your phratry know about that ? ``
'' Shut the fuck up ! Do n't you even joke about that ! Who saw that beside you ? ''
'' Hehe, nobody. Yet. ``
'' And that computer virtuoso ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to crack it. '' He stares at the pic again, `` C'mon ! I would n't show my valued cousin to that roll in the hay ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the same tatoo as this dude ! '' He points at another one of the guy wire in the picture.
'' You 're such a shiiit ! Going through my material ! ''
'' Heh, you see ..., '' he comes penny-pinching to me, now sounding quite serious, `` I get what I want because I know I can get what I want. That 's how it works. It 's me, I got that something in me ; I want something, so I get it. ``
'' Mhm ... ''
The good intelligence is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all interchangeable ; Emma and me, the guys ; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more hinder photos of me from that time—and there could've been—doesn't cheer me up really. Those fuckin'pricks always find a way to me ! Always ! Is it me ? Fuck, it has to be me ! I fuckin'kept it ! Did I want to get caught ? I'm fuckin'lovin'it, am I ?
'' Delete it. Now. `` I demand, `` Where's the pen-drive ? ``
'' No fuckin'way I 'm gon na cancel it. Hey, did ya roll in the hay all of them ? ``
'' It 's none of your fuckin'business, '' I say through my teeth.
'' So can I ask your folks ? ``
'' Are you… fuckin'blackmailing me ? ``
'' ass no ! Oh, first cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his hired hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, `` chill out, it's all cool. I just do what I do. See ? I'm a true fuckin'manager ! I 've got all the qualifications ! Maybe your daddy could learn from me. ``
'' Uuugh ... '' I lean against the bulwark and look at the floor.
'' Soo ... what will we do with that, cousin ? ``
I raise my eye at him. `` Hmmm, and what do you desire to do, huh ? '' I come closer to him, push button him, `` cod your full cousin ? ``
'' fucking yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your dick in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more clip. `` Shove it in her pussy ? Fuck her every way ? '' His construction gets a bit less confident, smile gets smaller, but eyes Muriel Sarah Spark, `` Wan na find her miserly cunt with your bare rooster ? ``
He gulps, but manages to echo it one more time right field in my face, `` shag yeah ! ``
'' Yeah ? '' For a fourth of a second, my heart is on intermission ... And I throw myself on him, kiss him ; we start pushing our tongues in each early's backtalk, his knife starts to wriggle like a snake. I feel hot ; oh my God, I 'm getting aroused !
He starts kneading my tits, they're still in a play tank top, all wet from the elbow grease. Panting loud, I step forward ; don't even have sentence for reluctance, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber band off my hair. I flick it and snap up his crotch fast, squeeze his operose cock ; oh, it's quite big. My cousin ! I want to unzip his bloomers and get there, see the thing.
So I unsnap his trouser, our protruding tongue wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the meantime, he caresses my whole dead body greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! goody ! I boil inside ; my young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy hammer ! Within my hired hand 's reach. I want to taste it, it looks so yummy. I feel my pussy has just started salivating profusely, and the succus 's just spilling out ; my sweaty panties get even wetter. He takes off my tank top. My teat pop out.
'' Oh my God ! What titties ! '' He grabs them, drawing in his breathing time in anticipation, and starts to suck them ; I sigh loudly. Oh, God, my tits love it. But I want to suck up too… I'm still mesmerized by the sight of a in effect tool down there.
'' Okay, you wanted this… Now ready yourself for a drive, slight cousin. ``
'' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ; oh, yeah. ``
I get on my knees.
I grab his thick peter in my hand, clench my digit on it, `` Mmmm, maybe not so small ... '' I look him in the eye ; can not stop myself from breathing heavily. I take it into my mouth. Oh, God ! The taste of a cock. I must ... breastfeed it more ; I tighten my rim on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, rooster ; and that velvet tegument ! Yes !
First, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced girl I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving osculation and playing with the tip of my clapper on his cock 's shiny head. Now, he barely can stand on square legs ; his aspect gets twisted, his groans start trembling. Then I go without bridge player, just my mouth, gracious and inscrutable. I get a look at him again ; he has a lot of trouble keeping his middle open ; it 's like the joy is pushing his eyelids down, and he's desperately trying to fight it back.
I take it out of my oral fissure with a gaudy clucking, `` Mmm, surprised ? ``
And get back to sucking it. Fuuuck ! How a lot I love this sportsman !
Finally, I stand up, go to my bed and lie down on my backrest, hands behind my head ; spread my stage, showing him my wet pussy, my juices smeared on my inner second joint already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a trice he 's between them, first kissing my thigh, then he starts licking my clit, I push his head onto it ; oh, I will fill up this loud mouth of his… oh, yes ! The electric seismic disturbance pierces suddenly through my abdomen, it 's all coming back to me. I can not check myself. Now, I push his head away, roughly ; suffer up ; he gets up too, but before he straightens up I push him on the bed. Such a big boy, falling over like a log. I jump onto him.
'' Now, fuck me, big boy. '' I pierce myself on him ; his cock spreads my pussy rim and slowly slips in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The whole thing is already in me. I 'm satiate, finally. He grabs me around my waist and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to finger that dick more in me, let him labour my inside trade good. Meanwhile, his middle are fixed on my bouncing tits.
'' It 's so fuckin'hot, '' I say out gimcrack, astonishing myself ; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the utterer, and he 's tranquil and focused on fucking, and he barely can maintain the pace. We 're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongues sticking out and wriggling like ophidian. I can try out my pussy on his spit and he must smack his own turncock on mine.
After a mates of minutes, he 's on his last branch trying to hold back up ; so I give him a piffling break and change to doggy-style while giving myself a footling, but loud, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. Shove it, just stuff it in there ! His hand grab my ass ; coerce the prat. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after first-class honours degree energy, I 'm in heaven ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a minute and—again—I can discover in his breathing he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to live as long as potential ! Kudos to him. I want to sample his hackneyed hammer. And again I slip off his cock, whip around, and say it out tatty,
'' I want to taste it ! ''
At the same instant I take it in my mouth, he jizzes ; with the first stroke of my tongue. I manage to catch almost all of it in my mouth. So lots cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must feel like, shooting up after a long meter. Now I hear buzzing in my head. Oh, my, God ... I want more. More. Thomas More ! He 's amazed and shocked by all that's happening here ; his saying is invaluable. I polish his purple prick, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, piece of ass ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... read all that ? ``
'' Um, long account. '' I say giving his cock's nous kisses.
'' Hah ! Guys from the photo, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll distinguish you about it. ``
I stand up and take a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he 's more mellow than usual, at least. Oh God, I did my cousin. I did my cousin ! I did my cousin !
He lies on my bed. I lean over him,
'' O.K.. Now, listen carefully… '', drops of sweat run down on my face and back, `` here 's the deal, act like you 're learning something here and keep your mouth shut and this can be very good for you, if, you, know, now, what, I mean ... '' I lean over more, my knocker are close to his face, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and entrust me on this—I will bed you up really safe. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't believe, but did you really consider a second ago I could do this ? '' I stand direct before him, naked, `` You did n't anticipate this was really issue forth, did ya ? Sooo… engage it or leave it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning trivial lie with dreary eyes. I do n't abide down.
'' Deal, first cousin. '' He replies.
We shake hands. I dress up quickly in my red, a bit vapourous, underwear. Yeah, why not see-though after all ? So I present myself before him.
I think after what happened he really starts to think I am able to do thing nobody would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his earpiece and cancel those photo. Hopefully, he didn't upload it anywhere else. I wo n't be begging him to do this ; I'll just take care of it myself.
I open all the Windows in my elbow room to get rid of the smell ; then I run to the bathroom and slip off my underclothes. Finally, I hit the exhibitor. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the succeeding few Day. My cunt.
thirty min later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the lounge in the living room, watching TV like two slight angels. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding ; like now's the import they can witness out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to time ; but through the whole even, he does n't put me in any embarrassing situation around them. Just like he promised.
# # #
Did you like it ? Then contact me : - )