I 'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the way. I take my phone out ; looks like he has something of import to announce, otherwise he would n't be bothering me.
'' Hi, truelove, '' 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 differentiate you that soon we will sustain aaa… visitant. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the phone with Uncle Joe Louis. ``
'' Uncle Louis ? Are they going to confabulate us ? '' I pout since I do n't wish Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my stupid shitty cousin,
'' Well, actually, it's only Dirk. He's gon na stick here for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. ``
'' You're kidding me, right ? Why ? ``
'' Oh, I know you two did n't get along, but you haven't even seen each early in three years. Uncle Louis and aunt Carla asked us if we could take him for a while and maintain an eye on him. You know, a few days in a different surroundings should be good for him. ``
'' good for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' Well, ah… '' my dad puts his handwriting in pockets, `` kind of. ``
'' And that's his penalty ? '' I wipe my cheek with a towel, `` Pff… He 's now what ? 16 ? ``
'' Naaah, he 's only a year younger than you. ``
'' Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile behavior. What did he do this time ? ``
'' 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. `` okeh. So he 's gon na stick around 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 flight of steps dwelling house by the good afternoon of that day. So just nine nighttime. ``
'' So… he will be here on my birthday. Great. '' I sigh and then add, `` You know I 've got this paper to pen this workweek. And now I have to babysit him ? ``
'' C'mon, I do n't think 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 perspective. They want him to go to a good colleage. They see potential in him. And he 's not a stupid kid ; they 'd wish to see him doing something with his life history. tike should know that they can—if they only work hard enough—do neat things in their lives. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some Truth here : if anybody could be a commodity influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Louis with all his shady ventures, but I already have suspiciousness it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can assume him to the business firm, show him things, maybe he 'll find out something, see the big picture show. We 'll demo him the city with mom. And maybe you could spend some time together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could induce also a thoroughly impact on him since you 're such a goodness bookman and a… respectable 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 hand. 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 spirit served on a silver phonograph recording anyway. I love my dad and mom, but they believe in some Wyrd, beautiful, happy, and fair Earth, fully of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily unspoilt people. For me, that idea sailed away some time ago ; awful multitude are just everywhere, even in my own family. But, I never disagree with my parents on that affair ; I let them think I do n't know any other worldly concern.
Dirk's mom is my mom's sister ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous women. I owe my looking to the same genes. Aunt Carla married Uncle Lou, a rich asshole, and they procreated this trivial whoreson called Dirk. And now this dirt '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 have a big grin on his aspect when they talked about his son spending metre 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 hurt his precious kid. Like father like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the shower I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this meter. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some human action of vandalism, paying hobo to fight each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his room smoking grass and playing strip-poker with his pal and two little girl. 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 happier that this is his solely punishment.
***
The following day dawning my forefather brings Dirk from the airport. My mom and I go outside the house to welcome him ; we do salutation here kind of old-school, probably in virtually families I would be just lying on the couch, with my eyes glued to the earphone. Dirk 's generate bigger. He's wearing a white long-sleeve t-shirt, black cargo boxershorts, and sunglasses. He's not this nasty little rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's gotten quite handsome, ripped, tanned ; his jaw got chiseled, and these dark, 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 luggage out of the car.
'' Hi, cousin, '' I say, nodding slightly.
'' Morning… Hey, Adrianne. '' He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smiles showing tooth. ( Yep, I knew it… ) `` tenacious time no see, cousin. '' He 's evidently checking me out, around my parents, no ignominy. 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 head slightly and takes one of the bags. What a gumshoe ! I think we may be needing our housemaid for additional hours because he 's gon na expose and get it on everything around.
'' So how was your escape ? '' My mom asks him.
'' A jest. '' He complains.
'' Did n't you fly first class ? ``
'' Yeah, sure, '' 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 twenty-four hour period ago a heatwave hit our city… We go inside.
I'm supposed to spell this report about growing income inequalities but, because of this heat, I'm getting more and more agitated, 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 retard here, just wait with that theme. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my clobber. 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 life as a inner douche. That's some form of a reminder of what I did a year ago… Did I think I can forget it so easily ?
***
He leaves his bags in the Edgar Albert Guest elbow room, we walk him around the household. When we finish, he decides it 's the right time to say something stupid person ( 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 class, my sweet parents can not even take into considerateness the obvious ; they just giggle stupidly with those big honest smiles, holding each other.
Finally, my mom responds, `` She is. She is. We are… very proud of her. Um, did you know, Dirk, she 's one of the undecomposed students of the yr ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! Someone has to be serious in the mob. Right ? And soul has to be bad ! Huh, cousin ? '' He jabs me, laughing stupidly. My parents laugh too, a bit nervously. But my smile doesn't hail off right ; it's just too much bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? out-of-doors my centre a bit. Who knows ? '' He shrugs his shoulders, 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, irregular snot ? They 're such worshiper. They do n't know anything about innovative spring chicken. Maybe it 's better they don't ; they would die of heart attacks otherwise. That is also why I wo n't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to wield any solidarity with my fellow here, I just do n't want to bother them, I 'm almost trusted he 's incurable anyway.
***
Later that day, Dirk comes to my 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 aught, just manner of walking about and looks around.
'' You 've changed, cousin. Big girl now. '' He checks the books 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 look. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your glossa ? Gives me some Leslie Townes Hope for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the live on remainder of the last twelvemonth 's summer tomfoolery ; the minor, most free affair 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 oral cavity 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 record but my sight follows his every movement. ( Do n't you dare to go through my hooey again ! )
I guess I can at to the lowest degree try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his plan for now, what about school and such, but can not expect much here. So next I tell him I 'm writing this composition 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 ample, that 's progress, right ?'sure as shooting. That 's him, like pop like son. Only worse. At least he knows the Christian Bible 'progress'. poor people auntie, she not only has an arse hubby but also a scratch for a son. She probably decides just not to note 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 case you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pages of my picture album, smiling at something widely from time to time.
'' Oooh, gosh, you know, I ... have n't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those matter they call mirrors from now on. ``
He puffs. sexual innuendos are only a matter of clip. He asks me if I have a boyfriend. I say 'no'. That 's another cause for a cash in one's chips laughter ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a Virgo the Virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't conceive such a patch of ass can go through life without some solid poking. `` Something 's wrong here, cousin-german. ''
I immediately react with strong indignation—I 've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets guys off my tail—it makes them think I 'm a total cadaver, although better that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk 's right here… it doesn't add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a moment, I look at him ; quite a retentive moment ; I gulp, not stepping back ; and after a 2d he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room.
'' I 'm fuckin'timeworn. See ya tomorrow, cousin-german. ``
Did it work ? …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 sedate til the good afternoon. It must be sad for my dad's employees working their asses off all day and then see the boss walking around with his nephew, like some protege, not that my dad will ever lease him, but they don't know that. And a prissy job is awaiting him anyway in one of Uncle Lou's businesses.
Now they 're back… The instant dad leaves us alone Dirk starts complaining to me about my dad 's Audi. `` Why the screw does he drive an Audi ? He could have a Ferrari. ``
'' Uhm, campaign 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 cod some day ? ``
Suddenly, a wafture of heat hitting me ; mute memory board pass through in my mind… I try to retain calm, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' Fuck me, you don't like anything ! That's …fun. '' He says quietly.
'' nookie you, '' I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to expend some sentence with him and leave us alone at home for a spell. He instantly starts trying to drag me to our indoor pond. 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 first thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
'' Good, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a teenager his muscularity are quite powerful, very few boys this age look that upright. If he were n't such a slice of shit, I would even honour him, let him bear it… why not ? „ They are nice,"I would've told him.
After maybe 10 minute of arc of playing he's apparently bored. So he starts again…
'' Hey. I know a unlike secret plan, we should play that instead. ``
'' Yeah ? What's the biz ? '' I ask after a moment of silent clicking the pad.
'' It 's called 'Where 's the cock .'D'ya know it ? You should, cousin… where 's the cock ? Where is it ? Search for it, search for it. ``
'' Okay. You can stop this now. ``
'' Where's the dick, where's the putz. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my nerves. I know bozo like you, Dirk. ``
'' The swell ? Heh, you do n't seem 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 starting time, this was a jocularity more than a punishment for you. You know that, and you 're trying to run my parents and turn it into one big party. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the screenland. `` My totally plan is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and play. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, full 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 keep playing.
His chuckling grows louder. It's really getting on my nerves now. I think I'm red in the face.
'' fucking me… cousin. You have to learn. fast ! '' He says.
I'm gon na fly off the grip in a nookie 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 teach ya. ``
'' Jesus Christ ! '' I throw the pad aside. `` Are you shitting me ! ? learn 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 micturate me off.
No chemical reaction, rich breathing time ; 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 chills, he's fucking staring at me, I can feel it. He speaks again, `` You wan na state me something ? ``
'' Um, no ? ``
'' Nooo ? Or… yes ? '' Another break, `` …you're fuckin'concealment something. ``
'' Hey, will you ever shut up ? ``
'' Oh man ! You are ! You're fuckin'hiding somethin''' I must be all red ( nookie ! ), `` Tell me, assure me ! Tell me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a moment, a hush falls, only the game noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's loud chuckling roll, `` 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 visual sensation, `` …sucked a tool ? '' I just slightly sway my head, hopelessly, `` More ? Hah ! Yeah, there's more ! …sucked to a greater extent 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 2d, `` Hey, maybe you 're not so bad as I thought, cousin. ``
'' Maybe I 'm not, '' I say, having no better answer. I'm fucked.
***
Later Emma, my very good friend, calls me to tell me about a tattoo she just got. She would like to depict it to me tomorrow ; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more prison term to persuade me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to blank out about the terminal metre with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. sort of agony for me. She does that this time too.Trying to change the subject, I tell her about the changeling 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 tool ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a prick ? '' She raps that last part.
'' Uhm… skillful one. I 'd say, huh, a prick ? A very big one. ``
'' Huh… '' She ponders.
'' Do n't even think about that. '' I interrupt her chain of severe thoughts ; the thing 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 piddling child.
'' Because ! He 's eighteen. ``
'' Interesting. Does he -- ''
'' Emma, I do n't have sex. ``
'' Could you… check it out ? ``
'' You want me to check over out if my cousin—cousin ! —has a big cock ? ``
'' Would that be a probl -- ''
'' Yeah, it would be a problem ! ``
'' Do you think he 's a Virgo ? ``
I grunt, `` I don -- I ... I 'd be surprised if he was. ``
'' Hmm, is he cute ? ``
'' I 'll arrest you there, Emma. ``
'' He is ! Is n't he ? ``
'' Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really postulate to go. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll spill the beans later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so much during this class. But I 'm guessing being a confidential nympho, an firebug, and a attestant to… well, kind of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can change a person… But we try not to lecture about that.
When I 'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our family 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 Dick. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the face doorway ; it 's a fauna motif on the correct side of her waistline ; it goes over her loins almost reaching her let down spine ; and from the front one of the branches goes down into her panties—she has to reveal them—and there it goes almost to her button, changing into something like a ophidian'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 thing somehow ? ``
'' I can hide it at home wearing what I wear every day ; that 's no problem. 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 pant, right ? ``
'' Yep. ``
She puckers her sassing, waiting, `` and you into his ? '' A big smile grows on her face.
I shake my head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be sick. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. Brother would be disgusted, but cousin ... it 's even a bit, huh, you know ? ``
'' How bored are you ? ``
'' Uh, quite. These guy cable I meet lately ... they aren't so coolheaded as I thought they would be. Eh, not like the guys from last year. ``
'' You really didn't have enough ? After all the shit that happened there ? ``
'' wellspring, besides the parts when it went too far—no faulting of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin'singular, right ? ``
'' I… I don't know. I'm over it. ``
She chuckles lightly, `` I simply just do n't believe you, Adrianne. ``
My mom comes into the hall. Emma imperceptibly fixes her blouse to underwrite the tattoo. My parents know her parents so they would tell them about it, or worse, innocently ask them their opinion of it and give 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 converge our 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 air pocket. 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 sexual tenseness in the air. Eh, parents.
'' Hello, you must be Dirk. ``
'' And you must be ... ? ``
'' This is Emma, Adrianne 's protagonist. '' 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 miss did this craziness lowest summertime. '' Mom flaps her work force, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the ripe first twelvemonth students too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking pastime, `` I 'm really glad I 'm here. Maybe I will finally figure out what I want to do with my biography here, just like my common people 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 joke 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 minuscule roll in the hay salivating at the wad of her and also my—his own cousin-german's—body. I knew Emma would only aggravate the situation, but what can I do about her ?
Before I take her to my way she says her very, very strong goodbyes to the mother fucker. And the arse reciprocates equally warmly.
I spend some time with her, trying not to take heed to all her suggestions about what can we do this summer, or what she has found out lately about the thing we participated in last year—that's a tenacious story…—or her comment about Dirk and how similar he is to our old protagonist. Then we watch a pic ; as always with me, it has to be some Greco-Roman ; this metre, `` Vacation in Roma ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation 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 call coming from the swimming-pool room ; he has jumped in ; he 's so loud and annoying I want to just fucking smack him.
***
It's the fourth day of Dirk's visit. I've just finished my work out. He walks into my room right after me ; I'm picking out fresh clothes before hitting the shower. That is not his typical smile ; it's handsome. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like effort, do n't you ? ''
'' Um… what 's so amusing ? '' I feel agitation.
'' This ! '' He shows me his phone. There it is, a photo from go summer I had on a password-protected pendrive, taped to the tail end of one of the drawer in my desk ( How did he… ! ? ). On the exposure I 'm dancing, only in my Bikini bottoms, covering my defenseless tits with my hands, around me the guy cable we spent those two weeks with, four of them. Emma, in a alike getup, is in the ground. My mind 's spinning ; I'm fuming. How ! ? When ! ? Why did I keep it, anyway ! ?
'' H-howww did you ... '' I push that jesting shit aside and shut the door. ( Can I bolt down him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, easy, girl ! Got a guy, this computer thaumaturge. Called him after I'd found this. In 5 bit I was in ! Yeah ! I fuckin'knew something was up ! Piercings in tongues, both of ya, obviously to lactate prick ; 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 sensation for those things ! ``
'' So, you 're not a complete idiot ! congratulation ! '' I cross my arms, my foot 's stomping ; actually I have no approximation what to do now ; I just sway my read/write head, `` yyyouuu, unbelievable, evilness 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'awe-inspiring ! My cousin with naked tits around a clustering of duuudes ! young woman fuckin'proper ! Fuckin'A ! So, show me that rack. '' He just casually nods his head at me ; like he fuckin'owns me now.
'' Piss off ! ``
'' He-he ! Yeaaah. But these bozo seem all right, you know ! And that one ? '' He points his fingerbreadth at one of them, `` He had to have a giant cock ! Right ? Looks like that. Heh. Do your kinsfolk 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 wizard ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to crack up it. '' He stares at the photo again, `` C'mon ! I would n't express my valued cousin to that fuck ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the same tatoo as this fop ! '' He points at another one of the guy rope in the picture.
'' You 're such a shiiit ! Going through my stuff ! ''
'' Heh, you see ..., '' he comes secretive to me, now sounding quite grave, `` 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 thoroughly news is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all standardised ; Emma and me, the guys ; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more embarrass 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 delete it. Hey, did ya make love all of them ? ``
'' It 's none of your fuckin'business organisation, '' I say through my teeth.
'' So can I ask your tribe ? ``
'' Are you… fuckin'blackmailing me ? ``
'' roll in the hay no ! Oh, cousin-german. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his mitt on my shoulder mocking a sad case, `` shiver out, it's all cool. I just do what I do. See ? I'm a true fuckin'managing director ! I 've got all the qualifications ! Maybe your papa could get word from me. ``
'' Uuugh ... '' I lean against the wall and expression at the floor.
'' Soo ... what will we do with that, cousin ? ``
I raise my center at him. `` Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh ? '' I come closer to him, push him, `` hinge on your cousin ? ``
'' screw yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your tool in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more meter. `` shove it in her kitty ? screw her every way ? '' His expression gets a bit less confident, grin gets smaller, but heart Muriel Spark, `` Wan na experience her closely cunt with your bare cock ? ``
He gulps, but manages to repeat it one more than time right in my face, `` Fuck yeah ! ``
'' Yeah ? '' For a quarter of a second, my heart is on pause ... And I throw myself on him, kiss him ; we start pushing our tongues in each other's back talk, his tongue starts to wriggle like a snake. I feel hot ; oh my God, I 'm getting aroused !
He starts kneading my breast, they're still in a variation tankful top, all wet from the sweat. Panting loud, I step forward ; don't even have clock time for hesitation, he presses himself onto me and takes the synthetic rubber dance band off my hair. I flick it and grab his crotch fasting, squeeze his hard pecker ; oh, it's quite big. My first cousin ! I want to unzip his gasp and get there, see the thing.
So I unsnap his pants, our protruding natural language wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the meanwhile, he caresses my whole body greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! Goody ! I boil inside ; my untested full cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy cock ! Within my bridge player 's reach. I want to smack it, it looks so yummy. I feel my pussy has just started salivating profusely, and the juice 's just spilling out ; my sweaty pantie get even wetter. He takes off my tank top. My knocker pop out.
'' Oh my God ! What titties ! '' He grabs them, drawing in his intimation in anticipation, and starts to suck them ; I sigh loudly. Oh, God, my tits love it. But I want to nurse too… I'm still mesmerized by the sight of a good cock down there.
'' okey, you wanted this… Now organize yourself for a drive, little full cousin. ``
'' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ; oh, yeah. ``
I get on my knees.
I grab his thick woodpecker in my hired man, clench my fingers on it, `` Mmmm, maybe not so little ... '' I look him in the eye ; can not turn back myself from breathing heavily. I take it into my mouth. Oh, God ! The taste of a cock. I must ... suck it more ; I tighten my back talk on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, rooster ; and that velvet skin ! 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 kisses and playing with the tip of my tongue on his cock 's bright head. Now, he barely can stand on straight person branch ; his grimace gets twisted, his groan start trembling. Then I go without hired man, just my mouth, nice and cryptical. I get a look at him again ; he has a lot of trouble keeping his eyes open ; it 's like the pleasure is pushing his eyelids down, and he's desperately trying to fight it back.
I take it out of my oral cavity with a gaudy cluck, `` Mmm, surprised ? ``
And get back to sucking it. Fuuuck ! How much I love this sport !
Finally, I stand up, go to my bed and lie down on my spinal column, hands behind my top dog ; spread my legs, showing him my wet pussycat, my juices smeared on my inner second joint already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a flash he 's between them, first kissing my thigh, then he starts licking my clitoris, I push his head onto it ; oh, I will satiate up this loud mouth of his… oh, yes ! The galvanic shock Franklin Pierce 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 rooster scatter my pussy sass and slowly elusion in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The whole affair is already in me. I 'm filled, finally. He grabs me around my waist and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to feel that cock more in me, let him crowd my interior good. Meanwhile, his eyes are fixed on my bouncing tits.
'' It 's so fuckin'hot, '' I say out cheap, 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 tongue sticking out and wriggling like snakes. I can taste my pussy on his spit and he must taste his own hammer on mine.
After a twain of arcminute, he 's on his last stage trying to keep up ; so I give him a little break and change to doggy-style while giving myself a little, but garish, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. jostle it, just squeeze it in there ! His hands grab my ass ; squeeze the ass. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after start pushes, I 'm in heaven ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a bit and—again—I can take heed in his breathing he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to last as long as potential ! praise to him. I want to smack his fag cock. And again I slip off his cock, whiplash around, and say it out flashy,
'' I want to taste it ! ''
At the Sami moment I take it in my oral cavity, he jizzes ; with the first stroke of my lingua. I manage to take in almost all of it in my sassing. So much cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must feel like, shooting up after a long sentence. 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 reflexion is priceless. I polish his purple son of a bitch, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, fuck ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... learn all that ? ``
'' Um, long story. '' I say giving his shaft's head kisses.
'' Hah ! Guys from the photo, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll severalize you about it. ``
I stand up and deal a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he 's Thomas More mellow 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… '', fall of lather 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 beneficial for you, if, you, know, now, what, I mean ... '' I lean over Sir Thomas More, my nipple are fill up to his expression, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and trust me on this—I will fuck you up really sound. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't believe, but did you really believe a here and now ago I could do this ? '' I stand straightforward before him, naked, `` You did n't expect this was really coming, did ya ? Sooo… take it or give it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning little fucking dour optic. I do n't resist down.
'' Deal, cousin. '' He replies.
We shake hands. I dress up quickly in my red, a bit see-through, underclothing. Yeah, why not see-though after all ? So I present myself before him.
I think after what happened he really starts to believe I am able to do things nobody would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his phone and delete those pic. 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 room to get rid of the look ; then I run to the lavatory and strip off my underclothing. Finally, I hit the shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the succeeding few years. My cunt.
Thirty hour later, my parents come back home base after shopping. We greet them both, from the couch in the living room, watching TV like two little angels. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding ; like now's the present moment they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from sentence to clock time ; but through the whole evening, he does n't put me in any uneasy position around them. Just like he promised.
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