I 'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the room. I take my earpiece out ; looks like he has something important to annunciate, otherwise he would n't be bothering me.
'' Hi, sweetie, '' 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 give birth aaa… visitor. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the phone with Uncle Louis. ``
'' Uncle Joe Louis ? Are they going to chaffer us ? '' I pout since I do n't like Uncle Joe Louis nor Dirk, my stupid shitty cousin-german,
'' Well, actually, it's only Dirk. He's gon na last out here for a couple of twenty-four hour period. ``
'' 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 yr. Uncle Louis and auntie Carla asked us if we could admit him for a while and keep an eye on him. You know, a few days in a different environment should be respectable for him. ``
'' Good for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' Well, ah… '' my dad puts his hands in pocket, `` sort of. ``
'' And that's his punishment ? '' I wipe my face with a towel, `` Pff… He 's now what ? 16 ? ``
'' Naaah, he 's only a class younger than you. ``
'' Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile demeanor. What did he do this metre ? ``
'' Well, '' my dad, a good-hearted man, as always tries to be sympathize with, `` 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 recite me he 's going to be here on my birthday ? ``
'' No, no, he 'll be on a flight home by the good afternoon of that day. So just nine dark. ``
'' So… he will be here on my natal day. Great. '' I sigh and then add, `` You know I 've got this newspaper publisher to compose this week. And now I have to babysit him ? ``
'' C'mon, I do n't suppose he needs a babysitter, heh. It's just to get him away from any bad influences. Especially now, when summer 's near. ``
'' Get HIM away ? He is the bad influence. '' I say under my breath.
'' Oh, c'mon, the kid just needs some position. They want him to go to a good colleage. They see voltage in him. And he 's not a poor fish kid ; they 'd wish to see him doing something with his life. Kids should bang that they can—if they only work tough enough—do enceinte things in their lives. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some Sojourner Truth here : if anybody could be a good influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Joseph Louis Barrow with all his shady ventures, but I already have suspicions it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can get him to the firm, show him affair, maybe he 'll learn something, see the big picture. We 'll show him the city with mom. And maybe you could spend some meter together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could birth also a good impact on him since you 're such a good student and a… goodish girl. They really admire you, Adrianne ; and no wonder. 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 mass. But I don't believe it will be so nice as my dad thinks. 'Sooner you start ...', 'if you work hard enough…'No way. Dirk will get everything in his aliveness served on a silver medal platter anyway. I love my dad and mom, but they believe in some weird, beautiful, glad, and mediocre world, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily good hoi polloi. For me, that mind sailed away some clock time ago ; fearful people are just everywhere, even in my own family. But, I never disagree with my parents on that subject ; I let them call up I do n't have sex any other worlds.
Dirk's mom is my mom's baby ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous women. I owe my flavor to the Sami gene. auntie Carla married Uncle Lou, a racy asshole, and they procreated this little shit called Dirk. And now this turd 's gon na be here until my 19th birthday.
I think uncle Louie—who was always a bit pervy and sly in my opinion—had to stimulate a big grinning on his face when they talked about his son spending sentence here. And learning things from me. Yeah, things… He always let Dirk do whatever he wanted, encouraged him even. Would n't do anything to bruise his precious kid. Like Father of the Church like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the shower I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this time. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some deed of vandalism, paying hobo to fight each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his elbow room smoking smoke and playing strip-poker with his pal and two girls. All I wonder is : were the missy naked at the moment aunty Carla entered ? But I won't ask my dad about it. Dirk probably could n't be happier that this is his lone punishment.
***
The adjacent day morning my male parent brings Dirk from the airdrome. My mom and I go outside the house to receive him ; we do greetings here kind of old-school, probably in nigh menage I would be just lying on the couch, with my centre glued to the speech sound. Dirk 's gotten bigger. He's wearing a flannel long-sleeve t-shirt, black cargo boxershorts, and sunglasses. He's not this cruddy little rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's gotten quite better-looking, ripped, tanned ; his jaw got chiseled, and these night, cunning eyes ... Jesus, why am I even thinking about this ? Have to run on the treadmill more.
'' Hi, Dirk ! '' Mom greets him happily. My don takes his baggage out of the car.
'' Hi, cousin, '' I say, nodding slightly.
'' Morning… Hey, Adrianne. '' He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smiles showing teeth. ( Yep, I knew it… ) `` farseeing time no see, first cousin. '' He 's evidently checking me out, around my parents, no pity. I can already see he's bursting with energy.
Dad gives him his clobber. Dirk looks at him, then at us.
'' Do n't you have a maid or somethin'? ``
'' Not permanently. '' My mom answers.
He shakes his head slightly and takes one of the bags. What a cock ! I think we may be needing our maiden for additional hr because he 's gon na break and hump everything around.
'' So how was your flight ? '' My mom asks him.
'' A joke. '' He complains.
'' Did n't you fly first class ? ``
'' Yeah, indisputable, '' he clears his pharynx. 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 write this newspaper about growing income inequalities but, because of this heat, I'm getting more and more shift, I have these pesky 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 moron here, comfortably hold with that estimation. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my poppycock. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the eccentric of guy I've decided to avoid after last summer ; only younger, just starting his sprightliness as a inside douche. That's some kind of a reminder of what I did a twelvemonth ago… Did I think I can block it so easily ?
***
He leaves his pocketbook in the guest room, we walk him around the theatre. When we finish, he decides it 's the right time to say something stupid ( 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 prissy to respond to that anyhow, they just ignore it. `` She 's really… uh, quite a marvel ! '' He's nodding happily.
And, of course, my sweet parents can not even consume into thoughtfulness the obvious ; they just giggle stupidly with those big honest smiling, holding each former.
Finally, my mom responds, `` She is. She is. We are… very proud of her. Um, did you be intimate, Dirk, she 's one of the in force students of the year ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! Someone has to be good in the family. rightfield ? And someone has to be bad ! Huh, cousin ? '' He jabs me, laughing stupidly. My parents laugh too, a bit nervously. But my smiling doesn't come off right ; it's just too lots bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? Open my eyes a bit. Who knows ? '' He shrugs his shoulders, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he's breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his finger. That he knows how to do. Do my parents even take into consideration that he 's a horny, unpredictable prig ? They 're such believers. They do n't know anything about modern youth. Maybe it 's better they don't ; they would die of spirit plan of attack 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 want to chafe 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 present moment he says nothing, just manner of walking about and looks around.
'' You 've changed, first cousin. Big little girl now. '' He checks the rule book on my shelves.
'' You too. Big boy. ``
'' Yeah, you noticed. Fuckin'A. '' He says in a jaded manner. `` See you 've got the glasses. They enhance the tone. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your spit ? Gives me some hopes for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the finish remainder of the last year 's summertime craziness ; the small-scale, most innocent thing of it all ; so I keep it. Now I 'm moving my jaw, a bit abashed, like I want to hide the piercing in my mouth somehow.
He 's still walking around my room, just sniffing ; it gets me anxious, though everything that needs to be hidden is hidden well. I pretend I 'm trying to read but my sight follows his every move. ( Do n't you dare to go through my stuff and nonsense again ! )
I guess I can at to the lowest degree try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his architectural plan for now, what about schooltime and such, but can not expect much here. So side by side I tell him I 'm writing this theme 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 serious matter, 'rich should be richer, that 's progression, right ?'Sure. That 's him, like daddy like son. Only unsound. At least he knows the watchword 'progress'. poor people auntie, she not only has an mother fucker husband but also a SOB for a son. She probably decides just not to mark too much.
'' Why are n't you a exemplar or something ? '' He asks me at some point.
'' Beee… Becaaause, why should I be ? ``
'' Beeecuuuaaassseee, heh '', he mocks me, `` you got the right physical structure ? Ain't ya ? In cause you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pages of my photo record album, smiling at something widely from sentence 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. sexual insinuation are only a topic of time. He asks me if I have a swain. I say 'no'. That 's another ground for a choke off laugh ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't believe such a patch of ass can go through life without some unanimous thrust. `` Something 's incorrect here, cousin-german. ''
I immediately respond with warm indignation—I 've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets Guy off my tail—it makes them cogitate I 'm a add stiff, although better that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk 's proper here… it doesn't add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a consequence, I look at him ; quite a farsighted here and now ; I gulp, not stepping back ; and after a mo he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room.
'' I 'm fuckin'tired. See ya tomorrow, cousin. ``
Did it work ? …hopefully. Because nobody—no-bo-dy ! —can know a thing about what I did.
***
The succeeding 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 prat off all day and then see the boss walking around with his nephew, like some protege, not that my dad will ever take 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 base dad leaves us alone Dirk starts complaining to me about my dad 's Audi. `` Why the shtup does he ram an Audi ? He could give birth 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 ... great. ``
'' I spin in that bad boy sometimes, you know. Wan na go for a tease some day ? ``
Suddenly, a undulation of heat hits me ; mute memories pass through in my mind… I try to observe calm, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' piece of ass 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 time with him and give us alone at abode for a while. He instantly starts trying to drop back me to our indoor pool. Forget about it ; I would n't wear upon even a one-piece around him. Instead, I decide to try the tardily way ; I invite him to play games on the Xbox.
He's just finished working out and first-class honours degree thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
'' Good, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a teenager his musculus are quite powerful, very few boys this age look that undecomposed. If he were n't such a piece of music of dogshit, I would even reward him, let him let it… why not ? „ They are gracious,"I would've told him.
After maybe 10 minutes of playing he's apparently bored. So he starts again…
'' Hey. I know a different game, we should play that instead. ``
'' Yeah ? What's the plot ? '' I ask after a moment of silent clicking the pad.
'' It 's called 'Where 's the peter .'D'ya know it ? You should, cousin… where 's the cock ? Where is it ? search for it, lookup for it. ``
'' Okay. You can bar this now. ``
'' Where's the cock, where's the tool. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my face. I know guys like you, Dirk. ``
'' The sterling ? Heh, you do n't seem to be that sort 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 penalty for you. You know that, and you 're trying to work my parents and turn it into one big political party. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the screen. `` My whole design is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and play. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin. Get some party started ! Invite some friends ! I could get to know your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a stiff ? Do you even have any supporter ? ``
'' 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 preserve playing.
His chuckling grows louder. It's really getting on my brass now. I think I'm red in the face.
'' Fuck 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 stack. I can do you a party favour and teach ya. ``
'' Jesus Jesus of Nazareth ! '' 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. '' He still tries to piss me off.
No chemical reaction, deep intimation ; I 'm back in the biz, not even looking at him ; but I feel him peering at me…
'' Or maybe… '' He waits for something ; sinister pause ; I feel thrill, he's fucking staring at me, I can find it. He speaks again, `` You wan na tell me something ? ``
'' Um, no ? ``
'' Nooo ? Or… yes ? '' Another pause, `` …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 ( Fuck ! ), `` tell apart me, tell me ! assure me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a moment, a stillness falls, only the game noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's forte chuckling peals, `` Hah ! You 're fuckin'hiding something ! ``
'' …you 're such a shithead. ``
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 peripheral vision, `` …sucked a dick ? '' I just slightly judder my head, hopelessly, `` to a greater extent ? Hah ! Yeah, there's more ! …sucked more than one ? …drunk ? …high ! ``
I look at him, `` Are you playing the game 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 better response. I'm fucked.
***
Later Emma, my very good friend, calls me to tell me about a tattoo she just got. She would like to picture it to me tomorrow ; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more time to sway me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to forget about the last time with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. Kind of torture for me. She does that this time too.Trying to change the case, I tell her about the retard I'm living with under one roof now and how he got here.
'' What 's his name ? '' She asks.
'' Dirk. ``
'' Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a dick. Is he ... a prick ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a asshole ? '' She raps that hold up part.
'' Uhm… nice one. I 'd say, huh, a shaft ? A very big one. ``
'' Huh… '' She ponders.
'' Do n't even call up about that. '' I interrupt her chain of serious thoughts ; the matter is, for some reason Emma has a „ thing"for big pricks, metaphorically and literally. And she's bored lately…
'' Why not ? '' She purposely says it like a slight child.
'' Because ! He 's xviii. ``
'' Interesting. Does he -- ''
'' Emma, I do n't bonk. ``
'' Could you… chequer it out ? ``
'' You want me to check out if my cousin—cousin ! —has a big turncock ? ``
'' Would that be a probl -- ''
'' Yeah, it would be a problem ! ``
'' Do you conceive he 's a Virgin ? ``
I grunt, `` I don -- I ... I 'd be surprised if he was. ``
'' Hmm, is he cute ? ``
'' I 'll stop you there, Emma. ``
'' He is ! Is n't he ? ``
'' Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really want to go. ``
'' waiting ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll talk later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so much during this year. But I 'm guessing being a undercover nymphomaniac, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, variety of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can change a person… But we try not to talk about that.
When I 'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our kinsfolk cat, and yelling at the poor thing, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to hide from him. Something has to be done with shaft. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the social movement doorway ; it 's a fauna motif on the flop side of her waist ; it goes over her loins almost reaching her lower spine ; and from the front one of the leg goes down into her panties—she has to reveal them—and there it goes almost to her clit, changing into something like a Snake's capitulum at the end.
'' What did your parents say ? '' I ask.
'' Nothing… ''
'' Huh… of course. You did n't order them. You think they wo n't remark that matter somehow ? ``
'' I can hide it at place 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 lips, waiting, `` and you into his ? '' A big grin grows on her face.
I shake my head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be grim. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. Brother would be be sick, but first cousin ... it 's even a bit, huh, you know ? ``
'' How bored are you ? ``
'' Uh, quite. These cat I meet lately ... they aren't so chill as I thought they would be. Eh, not like the guy wire from cobbler's last twelvemonth. ``
'' You really didn't have enough ? After all the shit that happened there ? ``
'' well, besides the contribution when it went too far—no break of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin'funny, right ? ``
'' I… I don't know. I'm over it. ``
She chuckles lightly, `` I simply just do n't conceive 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 state them about it, or worse, innocently ask them their opinion of it and yield the secret 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 Edgar Albert Guest yet ? '' Says my mom, sounding as always so unbelievably nice.
'' Oh, I have n't had the chance yet, '' Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
'' Dirk, honey ? Could you come in here ? '' Mom calls him.
After a moment he comes in with hands stuck in pockets. He spots Emma and slows down.
'' Well, well, well. Hello. '' He looks at her like a hungry wolf. And Emma loves it. My mom stands next to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious ; that is, the intimate tension in the air. Eh, parents.
'' how-do-you-do, 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 affair too. '' He says about the piercing in her tongue.
'' Ah ! Yes. The female child did this craziness in conclusion summer. '' Mom flaps her custody, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the ripe starting time twelvemonth scholarly person too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking interest, `` I 'm really glad I 'm here. Maybe I will finally reckon out what I want to do with my life here, just like my common people want me to. I really think they had a good idea sending me here. '' Dirk again schmooze my mom up, it's all a big caper to him. Mom smiling at him almost affectionately.
Now I am standing among the three of them : my mom ; Emma, gazing at him lusciously, probably just to spite me ; and that little fuck salivating at the sight of her and also my—his own first cousin's—body. I knew Emma would only aggravate the state of affairs, but what can I do about her ?
Before I take her to my room she says her very, very tender sayonara to the mother fucker. And the asshole reciprocates equally warmly.
I spend some prison term with her, trying not to mind to all her mesmerism about what can we do this summertime, or what she has found out lately about the thing we participated in cobbler's last year—that's a farseeing story…—or her input about Dirk and how standardized he is to our old ally. Then we watch a movie ; as always with me, it has to be some Graeco-Roman ; this clip, `` vacation in Rome ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the state of affairs with my cousin 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 shout coming from the swimming-pool room ; he has jumped in ; he 's so loud and annoying I want to just fucking smooch him.
***
It's the 4th day of Dirk's sojourn. I've just finished my study out. He walks into my room right after me ; I'm picking out fresh apparel before hitting the shower. That is not his distinctive smiling ; it's magnanimous. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like sweat, 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 drawers in my desk ( How did he… ! ? ). On the photo I 'm dancing, only in my bikini bottoms, covering my naked tits with my manus, around me the guy cable we spent those two workweek with, four of them. Emma, in a like outfit, is in the backcloth. My nous 's spinning ; I'm fuming. How ! ? When ! ? Why did I keep it, anyway ! ?
'' H-howww did you ... '' I push that jesting motherfucker aside and shut the door. ( Can I kill him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, easy, girl ! Got a guy, this computer wizard. Called him after I'd found this. In 5 minutes I was in ! Yeah ! I fuckin'knew something was up ! Piercings in knife, both of ya, obviously to suck peter ; the way you were acting yesterday ; the pills in your room ? Yeah, I found those, too. I knew you two 'd done somethin'! Fuckin'sixth gumption for those things ! ``
'' So, you 're not a complete moron ! kudos ! '' I cross my arms, my animal foot 's stomping ; actually I have no approximation what to do now ; I just shake my headspring, `` yyyouuu, incredible, malign piece of ass ! ``
'' 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 defenseless knocker around a crew of duuudes ! Miss fuckin'proper ! Fuckin'A ! So, usher me that rack. '' He just casually nods his head at me ; like he fuckin'owns me now.
'' urine off ! ``
'' He-he ! Yeaaah. But these guys seem all right, you know ! And that one ? '' He points his digit at one of them, `` He had to possess a giant cock ! Right ? Looks like that. Heh. Do your folks 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 champion ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to crack it. '' He stares at the photo again, `` C'mon ! I would n't show my precious cousin to that fuck ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the Sami tatoo as this dude ! '' He points at another one of the guys in the picture.
'' You 're such a shiiit ! Going through my stuff and nonsense ! ''
'' Heh, you see ..., '' he comes closer to me, now sounding quite unplayful, `` 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 unspoilt word is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all interchangeable ; Emma and me, the guys ; naked, covered breast. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more embarrassing pic 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 blue-pencil it. Hey, did ya make love 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 ? ``
'' screw no ! Oh, cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, `` Chill out, it's all cool. I just do what I do. See ? I'm a confessedly fuckin'manager ! I 've got all the qualifications ! Maybe your daddy could con from me. ``
'' Uuugh ... '' I lean against the rampart and look at the floor.
'' Soo ... what will we do with that, cousin ? ``
I raise my eyes at him. `` Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh ? '' I come closer to him, push him, `` Ride your cousin ? ``
'' screw yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your dick in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more time. `` jostle it in her kitty ? Fuck her every way ? '' His expression gets a bit less confident, smile gets low, but heart spark, `` Wan na palpate her tight slit with your bare stopcock ? ``
He gulps, but manages to repeat it one more time rightfield in my human face, `` Fuck yeah ! ``
'' Yeah ? '' For a stern of a second base, my heart is on interruption ... And I throw myself on him, kiss him ; we start pushing our tongues in each early's mouths, his tongue starts to worm like a snake. I feel hot ; oh my God, I 'm getting aroused !
He starts kneading my tits, they're still in a sports tank top, all wet from the sudor. Panting tacky, I step forward ; don't even have time for faltering, he presses himself onto me and takes the India rubber striation off my hair. I flick it and grab his crotch fast, squeeze his operose cock ; oh, it's quite big. My full cousin ! I want to unzip his pants and get there, see the matter.
So I unsnap his gasp, our protruding clapper wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the meantime, he caresses my whole physical structure greedily.
Finally, his rooster pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! Goody ! I boil inside ; my Brigham Young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy cock ! Within my hand 's grasp. I want to taste it, it looks so yummy. I feel my pussy has just started salivating profusely, and the juice 's just spilling out ; my sweaty panty get even wetter. He takes off my tank top. My tits pop out.
'' Oh my God ! What titties ! '' He grabs them, drawing in his breath in expectation, and starts to absorb them ; I sigh loudly. Oh, God, my tits love it. But I want to suckle too… I'm still mesmerized by the sight of a in force turncock down there.
'' okeh, you wanted this… Now prepare yourself for a ride, little cousin. ``
'' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ; oh, yeah. ``
I get on my knees.
I grab his thick dick in my hand, grasp my fingers on it, `` Mmmm, maybe not so piddling ... '' I look him in the eye ; can not barricade 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 brim on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, dick ; and that velvet skin ! Yes !
number one, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced girl I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving buss and playing with the tip of my tongue on his cock 's glistening promontory. Now, he barely can brook on straight legs ; his face gets twisted, his moan start trembling. Then I go without hands, just my mouth, nice and thick. I get a look at him again ; he has a lot of worry keeping his eyes open ; it 's like the joy is pushing his eyelids down, and he's desperately trying to agitate it back.
I take it out of my mouth with a loud cluck, `` Mmm, surprised ? ``
And get back to sucking it. Fuuuck ! How practically I love this sport !
Finally, I stand up, go to my bed and lie down on my rachis, hands behind my forefront ; spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy, my juice smeared on my inside thighs already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a flash 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 lip of his… oh, yes ! The electric electric shock pierces suddenly through my abdomen, it 's all coming back to me. I can not stop myself. Now, I push his school principal away, roughly ; stand 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 spreadhead my pussy lips and slowly slips in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The hale thing is already in me. I 'm filled, finally. He grabs me around my shank and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to feel that turncock more in me, let him crusade my interior good. Meanwhile, his eye are fixed on my bouncing tits.
'' It 's so fuckin'hot, '' I say out loud, astonishing myself ; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the talker, and he 's quiet 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 taste my pussy on his glossa and he must taste his own rooster on mine.
After a twain of minutes, he 's on his last peg trying to keep up ; so I give him a small break and change to doggy-style while giving myself a petty, but loud, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. Shove it, just shove it in there ! His hands grab my ass ; hug the buttocks. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after first push, I 'm in nirvana ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a minute and—again—I can hear in his ventilation he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to net as long as possible ! kudos to him. I want to taste his jade peter. And again I slip off his cock, party whip around, and say it out loud,
'' I want to taste it ! ''
At the same moment I take it in my sass, he jizzes ; with the number one stroke of my glossa. I manage to catch almost all of it in my mouth. So a good deal cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must feel like, shooting up after a long time. Now I hear buzzing in my head. Oh, my, God ... I want More. More. More ! He 's amazed and shocked by all that's happening here ; his expression is priceless. I polish his purple pricking, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, fucking ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... study all that ? ``
'' Um, long write up. '' I say giving his peter's head kisses.
'' Hah ! Guys from the pic, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll tell you about it. ``
I stand up and take a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he 's Thomas More mellowly than usual, at least. Oh God, I did my cousin. I did my cousin ! I did my first cousin !
He lies on my bed. I lean over him,
'' Okay. Now, listen carefully… '', bead of sweat run down on my cheek and back, `` here 's the deal, act like you 're learning something here and keep your mouth shut and this can be very beneficial for you, if, you, know, now, what, I mean ... '' I lean over more, my tits are close to his face, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and bank me on this—I will fuck you up really good. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't believe, but did you really trust a moment ago I could do this ? '' I stand heterosexual person before him, naked, `` You did n't expect this was really amount, did ya ? Sooo… take it or will it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning niggling nookie iniquity eyes. I do n't stand down.
'' deal, cousin. '' He replies.
We shake hands. I dress up quickly in my red, a bit sheer, underclothing. Yeah, why not see-though after all ? So I present myself before him.
I think after what happened he really starts to trust I am able to do things nonentity would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his speech sound and edit those photograph. Hopefully, he didn't upload it anywhere else. I wo n't be begging him to do this ; I'll just take tending of it myself.
I open all the windows in my room to get rid of the smell ; then I run to the lavatory and strip off my underclothes. Finally, I hit the shower bath. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the next few sidereal day. My cunt.
Thirty hour later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the sofa in the living way, watching TV like two trivial angels. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding ; like now's the moment they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to clock time ; but through the whole even, he does n't put me in any awkward situation around them. Just like he promised.
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