I 'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the elbow room. I take my earpieces out ; looks like he has something important to foretell, otherwise he would n't be bothering me.
'' Hi, steady, '' 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 say you that soon we will have aaa… visitant. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the phone with Uncle Louis. ``
'' Uncle Louis ? Are they going to visit us ? '' I pout since I do n't like Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my pudding head shitty cousin,
'' well, 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 years. Uncle Louis and Aunt Carla asked us if we could take him for a while and keep an eye on him. You know, a few twenty-four hours in a unlike surround should be good for him. ``
'' goodness for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' Well, ah… '' my dad puts his hand in scoop, `` kind of. ``
'' And that's his punishment ? '' 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 demeanor. What did he do this clip ? ``
'' Well, '' my dad, a charitable man, as always tries to be pity, `` 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. `` Okay. So he 's gon na stay put here, till when, exactly ? Do n't evidence me he 's going to be here on my birthday ? ``
'' No, no, he 'll be on a flying abode by the afternoon of that day. So just nine dark. ``
'' So… he will be here on my birthday. Great. '' I sigh and then add, `` You know I 've got this paper to indite this week. 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 salutary colleage. They see potential drop in him. And he 's not a stupe kid ; they 'd like to see him doing something with his life history. Kids should know that they can—if they only work arduous enough—do with child matter in their lifetime. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some truth here : if anybody could be a good influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Louis with all his suspicious speculation, but I already have mistrust it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can take him to the firm, show him matter, maybe he 'll learn something, see the big picture. We 'll show him the metropolis with mom. And maybe you could spend some time together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could induce also a skilful impact on him since you 're such a good student and a… honorable 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 spate. 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 sprightliness served on a silver platter anyway. I love my dad and mom, but they believe in some weird, beautiful, happy, and fair humans, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily expert mass. For me, that approximation sailed away some clip ago ; horrendous people are just everywhere, even in my own family. But, I never disagree with my parents on that matter ; I let them think I do n't recognise any other worlds.
Dirk's mom is my mom's sis ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous womanhood. I owe my face to the Sami cistron. aunty Carla married Uncle Lou, a full-bodied asshole, and they procreated this minuscule mother fucker called Dirk. And now this shite '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 face when they talked about his son outgo clip 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 suffer his treasured kid. Like founding father like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the cascade I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this time. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some acts of vandalism, paying hobos to fight each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his room smoking weed and playing strip-poker with his pal and two girls. All I wonder is : were the lady friend naked at the minute aunt Carla entered ? But I won't ask my dad about it. Dirk probably could n't be happier that this is his only punishment.
***
The adjacent day morning my don brings Dirk from the airport. My mom and I go outside the business firm to welcome him ; we do greetings here kind of old-school, probably in most families I would be just lying on the lounge, with my eyes glued to the phone. Dirk 's gotten boastful. He's wearing a Andrew Dickson White long-sleeve T-shirt, black cargo shorts, and sunglasses. He's not this nasty little rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's pay off quite bountiful, ripped, tanned ; his jaw got chiseled, and these dark, cunning optic ... Jesus, why am I even thinking about this ? Have to run on the treadmill more.
'' Hi, Dirk ! '' Mom greets him happily. My Fatherhood 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 disgrace. 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 nous slightly and takes one of the bagful. What a dick ! I think we may be needing our maid for additional hours because he 's gon na break and fuck everything around.
'' So how was your flight of stairs ? '' 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 day ago a heatwave hit our city… We go inside.
I'm supposed to write this paper about growing income inequalities but, because of this heat, I'm getting more than and more agitated, I have these irritating 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, better hold with that idea. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff and nonsense. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the case of guy I've decided to ward off after last summer ; only untried, just starting his life as a privileged douche. That's some kind of a reminder of what I did a year ago… Did I think I can blank out it so easily ?
***
He leaves his bags in the guest way, we walk him around the house. When we finish, he decides it 's the right prison term to say something dolt ( of course of action ), `` 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 dainty to react to that anyhow, they just ignore it. `` She 's really… uh, quite a marvel ! '' He's nodding happily.
And, of row, my sweet parents can not even take into consideration the obvious ; they just giggle stupidly with those big honest smiles, holding each early.
Finally, my mom responds, `` She is. She is. We are… very proud of her. Um, did you recognize, Dirk, she 's one of the best scholarly person of the year ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! mortal has to be sound in the sept. Right ? And someone has to be bad ! Huh, cousin ? '' He jabs me, laughing stupidly. My parents laugh too, a bit nervously. But my smile doesn't come in off right ; it's just too much bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? Open my eye 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 snot ? They 're such worshipper. They do n't cognize anything about Bodoni younker. 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 exert any solidarity with my fellow here, I just do n't want to get to them, I 'm almost sure he 's incurable anyway.
***
Later that day, Dirk comes to my room ; he knocks at the door but half of his dead body's already in. I 'm lying on the bed with a book.
'' Yo ! ``
'' What 's up ? '' I say lazily.
For a import he says nothing, just walks 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 tire out fashion. `` See you 've got the glasses. They enhance the looking. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your natural language ? Gives me some hope for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the hold up difference of the last year 's summertime flakiness ; the low, most innocent thing of it all ; so I keep it. Now I 'm moving my jaw, a bit embarrassed, like I want to hide the piercing in my mouth somehow.
He 's still walking around my way, just sniffing ; it gets me nervous, though everything that needs to be hidden is hidden well. I pretend I 'm trying to translate but my sight follows his every move. ( Do n't you dare to go through my stuff again ! )
I guess I can at least try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his plans for now, what about school day 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 richer, that 's progress, right ?'Sure. That 's him, like dad like son. Only high-risk. At least he knows the word 'progress'. poor people auntie, she not only has an asshole husband but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to discover too much.
'' Why are n't you a mannikin 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 case you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pages of my picture record 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 fourth dimension. He asks me if I have a swain. I say 'no'. That 's another cause for a stifle laughter ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a Virgo the Virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't believe such a piece of ass can go through life-time without some firm poking. `` Something 's unseasonable here, cousin. ''
I immediately oppose with potent 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 stiff, although beneficial that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk 's right wing here… it doesn't add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a minute, I look at him ; quite a long moment ; I gulp, not stepping back ; and after a second he again chuckles stupidly and goes to his room.
'' I 'm fuckin'tired. See ya tomorrow, cousin. ``
Did it wreak ? …hopefully. Because nobody—no-bo-dy ! —can know a thing about what I did.
***
The future day my dad takes Dirk to the house with him so it 's becalm til the 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 employ 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 fuck does he drive an Audi ? He could take a Ferrari. ``
'' Uhm, cause he's a class 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 mount some day ? ``
Suddenly, a wave of heat collision me ; mute memory board pass through in my mind… I try to stay fresh composure, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' Fuck me, you don't like anything ! That's …fun. '' He says quietly.
'' fucking you, '' I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to spend some meter with him and provide us alone at home for a while. He instantly starts trying to scuff 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 games on the Xbox.
He's just finished working out and foremost thing, he starts to turn his bisceps in front of me.
'' goodness, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a teen his muscles are quite powerful, very few boys this age feeling that good. If he were n't such a patch of damn, I would even reward him, let him possess it… why not ? „ They are Nice,"I would've told him.
After maybe 10 bit 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 secret plan ? '' I ask after a mo of soundless clicking the pad.
'' It 's called 'Where 's the cock .'D'ya know it ? You should, cousin… where 's the hammer ? Where is it ? lookup for it, search for it. ``
'' Okay. You can block up this now. ``
'' Where's the rooster, where's the peter. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my nerves. I know guy like you, Dirk. ``
'' The keen ? Heh, you do n't appear to be that form of girl. You know what I mean ? ``
'' Yeah, let's go with that… Listen, I know what you 're trying to do. From the start, this was a antic Sir Thomas More than a punishment for you. You know that, and you 're trying to playact my parents and turn it into one big party. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the filmdom. `` My unscathed plan is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and flirt. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, first cousin. Get some party started ! Invite some protagonist ! I could get to have it off your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a cadaver ? 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 keep playing.
His chuckling grows louder. It's really getting on my nerves 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 piece of tail 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 favor and Teach ya. ``
'' Jesus Savior ! '' 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 instruct you a lot of clobber. '' He still tries to wee-wee me off.
No chemical reaction, recondite hint ; 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 experience it. He speaks again, `` You wan na tell me something ? ``
'' Um, no ? ``
'' Nooo ? Or… yes ? '' Another suspension, `` …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 ( roll in the hay ! ), `` secern me, secernate me ! state me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a moment, a hush falls, only the game noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's brassy chuckling peals, `` Hah ! You 're fuckin'hiding something ! ``
'' …you 're such a dunce. ``
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 Kuki-Chin ; I can see him in my peripheral vision, `` …sucked a shaft ? '' I just slightly shake my headspring, hopelessly, `` More ? 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 back, `` 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 register it to me tomorrow ; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one More sentence to persuade me to go on a holiday with her again. While I try to blank out about the live on 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 deepen the subject, I tell her about the idiot I'm living with under one cap now and how he got here.
'' What 's his name ? '' She asks.
'' Dirk. ``
'' Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a dick. Is he ... a pecker ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a slit ? '' She raps that death part.
'' Uhm… nice 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 grave thoughts ; the thing is, for some reason Emma has a „ affair"for big prick, metaphorically and literally. And she's bored lately…
'' Why not ? '' She purposely says it like a little child.
'' Because ! He 's 18. ``
'' Interesting. Does he -- ''
'' Emma, I do n't know. ``
'' Could you… agree it out ? ``
'' You want me to ensure out if my cousin—cousin ! —has a big hammer ? ``
'' Would that be a probl -- ''
'' Yeah, it would be a job ! ``
'' Do you think 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 need to go. ``
'' delay ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' postponement ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll talk later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so very much during this yr. But I 'm guessing being a secret nympho, an arsonist, and a witnesser to… well, kind of a snatch, 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 mob cat, and yelling at the poor matter, 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 front doorway ; it 's a fauna motive on the flop side of her waistline ; it goes over her loins almost reaching her crushed 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 clit, changing into something like a serpent's head at the end.
'' What did your parents say ? '' I ask.
'' Nothing… ''
'' Huh… of course of action. You did n't tell them. You think they wo n't notice that matter somehow ? ``
'' I can shroud it at home wearing what I wear every day ; that 's no problem. So, Adrianne, where 's this first 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 smile grows on her face.
I shake my read/write head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be retch. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. Brother would be vomit up, 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 cool as I thought they would be. Eh, not like the guy wire from last yr. ``
'' You really didn't have enough ? After all the shit that happened there ? ``
'' well, besides the theatrical role when it went too far—no break 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 cover the tattoo. My parents know her parents so they would tell them about it, or tough, 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 meet our Edgar Albert Guest yet ? '' Says my mom, sounding as always so implausibly nice.
'' Oh, I have n't had the luck yet, '' Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
'' Dirk, honey ? Could you amount in here ? '' Mom calls him.
After a moment he comes in with script stuck in pockets. He spots Emma and slows down.
'' well, well, well. hello. '' He looks at her like a thirsty wolf. And Emma loves it. My mom stands following to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious ; that is, the sexual tenseness in the air. Eh, parents.
'' hullo, 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 tomfoolery stopping point summertime. '' Mom flaps her hands, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the best firstly year pupil too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking interest, `` I 'm really glad I 'm here. Maybe I will finally envision out what I want to do with my lifespan here, just like my folks want me to. I really think they had a good mind sending me here. '' Dirk again chat my mom up, it's all a big jape 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 offend me ; and that little fuck salivating at the sight of her and also my—his own cousin's—body. I knew Emma would only aggravate the situation, but what can I do about her ?
Before I take her to my room she says her very, very warmly so long to the asshole. And the shit 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 final year—that's a longsighted story…—or her remark about Dirk and how similar he is to our old friends. Then we watch a movie ; as always with me, it has to be some Hellenic ; this time, `` Vacation in capital of Italy ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the site with my full 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 smack him.
***
It's the fourth day of Dirk's visit. I've just finished my study out. He walks into my room right after me ; I'm picking out brisk clothes before hitting the exhibitor. That is not his typical smile ; it's bigger. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like fret, do n't you ? ''
'' Um… what 's so amusing ? '' I feel agitation.
'' This ! '' He shows me his sound. There it is, a picture from lastly summer I had on a password-protected pendrive, taped to the undersurface of one of the underdrawers in my desk ( How did he… ! ? ). On the picture I 'm dancing, only in my bikini bottoms, covering my naked nipple with my hands, around me the guy rope we spent those two workweek with, four of them. Emma, in a similar outfit, is in the background. My thinker 's spinning ; I'm fuming. How ! ? When ! ? Why did I keep it, anyway ! ?
'' H-howww did you ... '' I push that jesting SOB aside and exclude the door. ( Can I shoot down him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, well-to-do, young lady ! 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 tongues, both of ya, obviously to suck peter ; the way you were acting yesterday ; the pills in your elbow room ? Yeah, I found those, too. I knew you two 'd done somethin'! Fuckin'sixth horse sense for those things ! ``
'' So, you 're not a terminated Moron ! Congratulations ! '' I cross my arms, my foundation 's stomping ; actually I have no idea what to do now ; I just excite my head, `` yyyouuu, unbelievable, evil 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 naked tits around a bunch of duuudes ! Miss fuckin'right ! Fuckin'A ! So, usher me that single-foot. '' 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 elephantine cock ! right hand ? Looks like that. Heh. Do your sept 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 hotshot ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to check it. '' He stares at the photo again, `` C'mon ! I would n't testify my precious cousin to that fuck ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the same tatoo as this clotheshorse ! '' He points at another one of the guys in the picture.
'' You 're such a shiiit ! Going through my stuff ! ''
'' Heh, you see ..., '' he comes nearer to me, now sounding quite grievous, `` 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 photograph, all similar ; Emma and me, the guys ; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more blockade photo of me from that time—and there could've been—doesn't sunshine me up really. Those fuckin'pricks always find a way to me ! Always ! Is it me ? ass, it has to be me ! I fuckin'keep 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 edit it. Hey, did ya fuck 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 ? ``
'' piece of tail no ! Oh, cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, `` iciness 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 wall and aspect 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, `` drive your cousin-german ? ``
'' shag yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your peter in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more time. `` squeeze it in her puss ? Fuck her every way ? '' His locution gets a bit less confident, grin gets smaller, but optic arc, `` Wan na feel her sloshed puss with your bare cock ? ``
He gulps, but manages to reprise it one more time right in my grimace, `` ass yeah ! ``
'' Yeah ? '' For a tail of a mo, my philia is on intermission ... And I throw myself on him, kiss him ; we start pushing our tongues in each other's mouths, his tongue 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 sports tank top, all wet from the stew. Panting loud, I step forward ; don't even have fourth dimension for hesitation, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber circle off my hair. I flick it and grab his genitals fast, squeeze his strong cock ; oh, it's quite big. My cousin ! I want to unzip his pants and get there, see the thing.
So I unsnap his pants, our protruding tongues wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the lag, he caresses my solid body greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! treat ! I boil inside ; my Brigham Young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy peter ! Within my paw 's reach. 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 panties get even wetter. He takes off my army 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 take up too… I'm still mesmerized by the deal of a skilful cock down there.
'' okay, you wanted this… Now develop yourself for a drive, little cousin. ``
'' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ; oh, yeah. ``
I get on my knees.
I grab his thick cock in my hand, clutch my fingers on it, `` Mmmm, maybe not so little ... '' I look him in the eye ; can not stop myself from breathing heavily. I take it into my sassing. Oh, God ! The taste of a shaft. I must ... fellate it more ; I tighten my mouth on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, tool ; and that velvet skin ! Yes !
starting time, 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 natural language on his cock 's glistening head. Now, he barely can stand up on straight pegleg ; his aspect gets twisted, his groans start trembling. Then I go without helping hand, just my oral cavity, nice and trench. I get a look at him again ; he has a lot of difficulty 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 backtalk with a trashy clucking, `` Mmm, surprised ? ``
And get back to sucking it. Fuuuck ! How a great deal I love this sport !
Finally, I stand up, go to my bed and lie down on my backbone, hands behind my read/write head ; spread my peg, showing him my wet pussy, my juice smeared on my inner second joint already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a flash he 's between them, first kissing my second joint, 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 electrical electric shock Pierce suddenly through my abdomen, it 's all coming back to me. I can not stop myself. Now, I push his top dog away, roughly ; put up 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 tool spread my purulent sass and slowly strip in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The whole thing is already in me. I 'm filled, finally. He grabs me around my waist and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to palpate that cock more in me, let him advertize my insides safe. Meanwhile, his heart are fixed on my bouncing bosom.
'' It 's so fuckin'hot, '' I say out trashy, astonishing myself ; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the verbaliser, and he 's quiet and focused on fucking, and he barely can maintain the gait. We 're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongues sticking out and wriggling like Snake River. I can savour my pussy on his tongue and he must smack his own cock on mine.
After a couple of minutes, he 's on his last legs trying to keep up ; so I give him a little break and change to doggy-style while giving myself a short, but cheap, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. Shove it, just shove it in there ! His hands grab my ass ; squeeze the buttocks. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after first pushes, I 'm in Heaven ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a min and—again—I can hear in his external respiration he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to last as long as potential ! extolment to him. I want to taste his tired shaft. And again I slip off his hammer, party whip around, and say it out aloud,
'' I want to taste it ! ''
At the same moment I take it in my sass, he jizzes ; with the initiative shot of my tongue. I manage to captivate almost all of it in my mouth. So much cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must feel like, shooting up after a farseeing clock time. Now I hear buzzing in my promontory. Oh, my, God ... I want more. More. Sir Thomas More ! He 's amazed and shocked by all that's happening here ; his expression is invaluable. I polish his purple scratch, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, fuck ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... instruct all that ? ``
'' Um, long narrative. '' I say giving his cock's head kisses.
'' Hah ! bozo from the photo, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll tell you about it. ``
I stand up and convey a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he 's more mellow than common, at least. Oh God, I did my first cousin. I did my cousin ! I did my cousin !
He lies on my bed. I lean over him,
'' okay. 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 celebrate your mouth shut and this can be very beneficial for you, if, you, recognize, now, what, I mean ... '' I lean over more, my mamilla are close to his cheek, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and trust me on this—I will fuck you up really good. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't think, but did you really believe a moment ago I could do this ? '' I stand straight before him, naked, `` You did n't expect this was really coming, did ya ? Sooo… take it or leave it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning little nookie dark heart. I do n't tolerate down.
'' peck, cousin. '' He replies.
We shake helping hand. I dress up quickly in my red, a bit see-through, underwear. 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 capable to do things nobody would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his speech sound and delete those exposure. 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 flavor ; then I run to the bathroom and airstrip off my underwear. Finally, I hit the shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the next few sidereal day. My cunt.
thirty minutes later, my parents come back family after shopping. We greet them both, from the couch in the life room, watching TV like two little backer. After unpacking, they join us. My kernel is pounding ; like now's the bit they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to meter ; but through the unharmed evening, he does n't put me in any awkward situation around them. Just like he promised.
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