I 'm running on the treadmill when my dad enters the elbow room. I take my earpieces out ; looks like he has something of import to announce, 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 minute, and I 'm just glistening with sweat.
'' I wanted to distinguish you that soon we will feature aaa… visitor. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the phone with Uncle Louis. ``
'' Uncle Joe Louis ? Are they going to visit us ? '' I pout since I do n't like Uncle Joe Louis nor Dirk, my stupid stinking cousin,
'' fountainhead, actually, it's only Dirk. He's gon na delay here for a couple of solar day. ``
'' 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 auntie Carla asked us if we could strike him for a patch and keep on an eye on him. You know, a few twenty-four hour period in a different environment should be good for him. ``
'' Good for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' Well, ah… '' my dad puts his hands in pockets, `` form of. ``
'' And that's his punishment ? '' I wipe my human face with a towel, `` Pff… He 's now what ? 16 ? ``
'' Naaah, he 's only a year vernal than you. ``
'' Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile behaviour. 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. `` Okay. So he 's gon na last out 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 place by the afternoon of that day. So just nine nights. ``
'' So… he will be here on my birthday. Great. '' I sigh and then add, `` You know I 've got this newspaper to write this week. And now I have to babysit him ? ``
'' C'mon, I do n't think he needs a baby-sitter, heh. It's just to get him away from any bad influences. Especially now, when summertime 's near. ``
'' Get HIM away ? He is the bad influence. '' I say under my breath.
'' Oh, c'mon, the kid just needs some perspective. They want him to go to a good colleage. They see potential drop in him. And he 's not a poor fish kid ; they 'd like to see him doing something with his life. Kids should know that they can—if they only work hard enough—do nifty matter in their aliveness. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some the true here : if anybody could be a good influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Louis with all his shady ventures, but I already have suspicions it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can involve him to the firm, show him things, maybe he 'll pick up something, see the big motion picture. We 'll prove him the urban center with mom. And maybe you could spend some clip together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could sustain also a good encroachment on him since you 're such a trade good scholarly person and a… respectable girl. They really admire you, Adrianne ; and no wonder. They would care that for him too. I think he could take 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 raft. 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 life served on a silver platter anyway. I love my dad and mom, but they believe in some Wyrd, beautiful, happy, and fair humanity, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily near people. For me, that melodic theme sailed away some time ago ; awful people are just everywhere, even in my own family. But, I never disagree with my parents on that matter ; I let them retrieve I do n't know any other worlds.
Dirk's mom is my mom's sister ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous womanhood. I owe my smell to the same genes. auntie Carla married Uncle Lou, a rich whoreson, and they procreated this picayune diddlyshit called Dirk. And now this shit 's gon na be here until my 19th natal day.
I think uncle Louie—who was always a bit pervy and sly in my opinion—had to have a big smiling on his aspect when they talked about his son disbursal time 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 beginner like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the shower bath I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this clock time. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some acts of vandalism, paying hobo to fight each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his room smoke gage and playing strip-poker with his pal and two young woman. All I wonder is : were the miss naked at the moment Aunt Carla entered ? But I won't ask my dad about it. Dirk probably could n't be happier that this is his solitary punishment.
***
The future day morning my begetter brings Dirk from the airport. My mom and I go outside the house to welcome him ; we do greeting here kind of old-school, probably in almost families I would be just lying on the lounge, with my eyes glued to the earphone. Dirk 's nonplus boastful. He's wearing a white long-sleeve jersey, calamitous load shorts, and dark glasses. He's not this nasty little rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's gotten quite freehanded, 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 founder takes his baggage out of the car.
'' Hi, full cousin, '' I say, nodding slightly.
'' Morning… Hey, Adrianne. '' He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smile showing teeth. ( Yep, I knew it… ) `` tenacious fourth dimension no see, 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 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 grip. What a hawkshaw ! I think we may be needing our maid for additional hr because he 's gon na break and fuck everything around.
'' So how was your trajectory ? '' My mom asks him.
'' A put-on. '' He complains.
'' Did n't you fly first class ? ``
'' Yeah, for certain, '' he clears his throat. His eyes are checking me again, `` if that 's what they call it. ``
The sun is beating down today ; just a few day ago a heatwave hit our city… We go inside.
I'm supposed to publish this paper about growing income inequalities but, because of this heat, I'm getting More and more agitated, I have these pestering sentiment, …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 changeling here, in effect wait with that idea. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the eccentric of guy I've decided to avert after last summer ; only younger, just starting his spirit as a privileged douche. That's some sort of a reminder of what I did a class ago… Did I think I can forget it so easily ?
***
He leaves his bags in the Edgar Guest room, we walk him around the household. When we finish, he decides it 's the right time to say something stupid ( of class ), `` 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 wonder ! '' He's nodding happily.
And, of course, my sweet parents can not even contain into consideration 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 outflank students of the class ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! person has to be just in the family. 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 number off right field ; it's just too much bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? Open my centre a bit. Who knows ? '' He shrugs his shoulder, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he's breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his fingerbreadth. That he knows how to do. Do my parents even take into consideration that he 's a horny, unpredictable snot ? They 're such believers. They do n't know anything about modern spring chicken. Maybe it 's better they don't ; they would die of heart attempt otherwise. That is also why I wo n't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to hold any solidarity with my fellow here, I just do n't want to put out them, I 'm almost sure he 's incurable anyway.
***
Later that day, Dirk comes to my elbow room ; he knocks at the doorway but half of his consistency'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 walks about and looks around.
'' You 've changed, full cousin. Big girl now. '' He checks the record on my shelves.
'' You too. Big boy. ``
'' Yeah, you noticed. Fuckin'A. '' He says in a fatigue manner. `` See you 've got the meth. They enhance the face. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your spit ? Gives me some promise for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the last remainder of the last yr 's summer craziness ; the diminished, 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 rima oris 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 motion. ( Do n't you presume to go through my clobber again ! )
I guess I can at least try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his architectural plan for now, what about schoolhouse 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 respectable thing, 'rich should be richer, that 's progress, right ?'for sure. That 's him, like daddy like son. Only big. At least he knows the word 'progress'. Poor aunt, she not only has an bastard husband but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to notice 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 wing organic structure ? Ain't ya ? In shell you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pageboy of my photo album, smiling at something widely from metre to time.
'' Oooh, gosh, you know, I ... have n't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those thing they call mirrors from now on. ``
He puffs. Sexual innuendo are only a matter of time. He asks me if I have a young man. I say 'no'. That 's another reason for a perish gag ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't believe such a piece of ass can go through life without some hearty poking. `` Something 's wrong here, full cousin. ''
I immediately oppose with solid indignation—I 've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets bozo off my tail—it makes them think I 'm a add up cadaver, although practiced 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 present moment, I look at him ; quite a farsighted 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 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 calm til the good afternoon. It must be sad for my dad's employees working their ass off all day and then see the Bos walking around with his nephew, like some protege, not that my dad will ever employ him, but they don't know that. And a courteous 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 piece of tail does he labor an Audi ? He could take a Ferrari. ``
'' Uhm, cause he's a family man, Dirk ? And it's a fellowship car. ``
'' My old man has a Ferrari. ``
'' Yeah, he 's ... cracking. ``
'' I spin in that bad boy sometimes, you know. Wan na go for a ride some day ? ``
Suddenly, a wave of hotness hits me ; mute store pass through in my mind… I try to keep calm, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' Fuck me, you don't like anything ! That's …fun. '' He says quietly.
'' nooky you, '' I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to spend some time with him and go away us alone at home for a while. He instantly starts trying to drag out me to our indoor pool. Forget about it ; I would n't wear even a one-piece around him. Instead, I decide to try the easy way ; I invite him to play game on the Xbox.
He's just finished working out and starting time thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
'' Good, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a adolescent his muscles are quite brawny, very few boy this age aspect that good. If he were n't such a while of diddley, I would even reward him, let him have it… why not ? „ They are nice,"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 trifle that instead. ``
'' Yeah ? What's the secret plan ? '' I ask after a moment of soundless 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, hunt for it. ``
'' okey. You can stop this now. ``
'' Where's the stopcock, where's the stopcock. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my nervousness. I know hombre like you, Dirk. ``
'' The greatest ? 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 beginning, this was a joke Sir Thomas More than a penalisation for you. You know that, and you 're trying to diddle my parents and turn it into one big company. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the sieve. `` My unharmed plan is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and play. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin-german. Get some party started ! Invite some acquaintance ! I could get to know your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a remains ? 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 hold on playing.
His chuckling grows louder. It's really getting on my heart now. I think I'm red in the face.
'' Fuck me… full cousin. You have to con. fast ! '' He says.
I'm gon na fly off the handle in a fuck 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 party favour and teach ya. ``
'' Christ 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 material. '' He still tries to piss me off.
No chemical reaction, bass 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 feel 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 ! ), `` assure me, tell me ! Tell me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a moment, a hush falls, only the biz noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's loud 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 snug and stares at me, scratching his chin ; I can see him in my peripheral device vision, `` …sucked a cock ? '' I just slightly shake my header, hopelessly, `` to a greater extent ? Hah ! Yeah, there's more ! …sucked more than 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 indorse, `` 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 dear booster, calls me to severalize me about a tattoo she just got. She would like to demo it to me tomorrow ; it should bring around properly by that sentence. Also, she will probably try one more than clip to sway me to go on a holiday with her again. While I try to forget about the final 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 field of study, I tell her about the retard 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 putz. Is he ... a pecker ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a peter ? '' She raps that last part.
'' Uhm… nice one. I 'd say, huh, a whoreson ? A very big one. ``
'' Huh… '' She ponders.
'' Do n't even imagine about that. '' I interrupt her mountain chain of dangerous mentation ; the thing is, for some cause 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 know. ``
'' Could you… check it out ? ``
'' You want me to check out if my cousin—cousin ! —has a big prick ? ``
'' 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 halt you there, Emma. ``
'' He is ! Is n't he ? ``
'' Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really need to go. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' hold ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll babble out later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so very much during this yr. But I 'm guessing being a secret nymphomaniac, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, kind of a snatch, and to—basically—manslaughter can switch a person… But we try not to talk about that.
When I 'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our fellowship cat, and yelling at the miserable 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 breast doorway ; it 's a fauna theme on the right side of her waistline ; it goes over her lumbus almost reaching her depress spine ; and from the front one of the outgrowth 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 headway at the end.
'' What did your parents say ? '' I ask.
'' Nothing… ''
'' Huh… of course. You did n't recite them. You think they wo n't detect 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 pants, right ? ``
'' Yep. ``
She puckers her lips, waiting, `` and you into his ? '' A big smile grows on her face.
I shake my head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be throw up. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. Brother would be sick, but cousin ... it 's even a bit, huh, you know ? ``
'' How bored are you ? ``
'' Uh, quite. These guys I meet lately ... they aren't so cool 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 ? ``
'' Well, besides the parts when it went too far—no fracture 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 breed the tattoo. My parents know her parents so they would tell them about it, or worsened, innocently ask them their judgement of it and give the private 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 get together 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 hail in here ? '' Mom calls him.
After a bit he comes in with hands stuck in air hole. He spots Emma and slows down.
'' Well, well, well. Hello. '' He looks at her like a hungry skirt chaser. And Emma loves it. My mom stands next to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious ; that is, the sexual tension in the air. Eh, parents.
'' Hello, you must be Dirk. ``
'' And you must be ... ? ``
'' This is Emma, Adrianne 's booster. '' 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 craziness last summertime. '' Mom flaps her handwriting, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the topper initiatory year students too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking interestingness, `` I 'm really glad I 'm here. Maybe I will finally envision out what I want to do with my living here, just like my kinsfolk 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 gag to him. Mom grin 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 make out salivating at the deal 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 warm goodbyes to the asshole. And the arse reciprocates equally warmly.
I spend some meter with her, trying not to hear to all her proffer about what can we do this summer, or what she has found out lately about the matter we participated in final year—that's a long story…—or her remarks about Dirk and how similar he is to our old booster. Then we watch a movie ; as always with me, it has to be some authoritative ; this metre, `` vacation in Rome ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation with my cousin-german is resolving itself ; and she winks. Eh, Emma… what are you even thinking about, you big nympho…
After walking her out, I hear Dirk 's shouts coming from the swimming-pool elbow room ; he has jumped in ; he 's so tawdry and annoying I want to just fucking savor him.
***
It's the quaternary day of Dirk's visit. I've just finished my body of work out. He walks into my elbow room right after me ; I'm picking out smart clothes before hitting the shower. That is not his typical smiling ; it's bighearted. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like lather, do n't you ? ''
'' Um… what 's so amusing ? '' I feel agitation.
'' This ! '' He shows me his telephone. There it is, a photograph from last summer 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 defenseless bosom with my hired man, around me the guys we spent those two weeks with, four of them. Emma, in a similar outfit, is in the background. My intellect 's spinning ; I'm fuming. How ! ? When ! ? Why did I preserve it, anyway ! ?
'' H-howww did you ... '' I push that jesting motherfucker aside and keep out the door. ( Can I kill him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, leisurely, lady friend ! Got a guy, this calculator wizard. Called him after I'd found this. In 5 hour I was in ! Yeah ! I fuckin'knew something was up ! Piercings in spit, both of ya, obviously to suck putz ; the way you were acting yesterday ; the anovulatory drug in your room ? Yeah, I found those, too. I knew you two 'd done somethin'! Fuckin'sixth sense for those things ! ``
'' So, you 're not a complete cretin ! congratulation ! '' I cross my arms, my foot 's stomping ; actually I have no idea what to do now ; I just didder my head, `` yyyouuu, unbelievable, evil fuck ! ``
'' Hey ! You said 'fuck'! Finally ! We 're gettin'somewhere. ``
'' Yeah. Great, huh ? Bob Hope you're fuckin'proud of yourself. ``
'' Why shouldn't I be ? That 's fuuuckin'awful ! My cousin with naked mamilla around a gang of duuudes ! miss 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 guys seem all right, you know ! And that one ? '' He points his finger's breadth at one of them, `` He had to experience 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 figurer star ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to crock up it. '' He stares at the exposure again, `` C'mon ! I would n't show my precious cousin to that fuck ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the same tatoo as this dude ! '' 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 nigher to me, now sounding quite sober, `` 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 news is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all interchangeable ; Emma and me, the bozo ; naked, covered titmouse. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more blockade photos 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 ? Fuck, 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 blue-pencil it. Hey, did ya fuck all of them ? ``
'' It 's none of your fuckin'stage business, '' I say through my teeth.
'' So can I ask your family line ? ``
'' Are you… fuckin'blackmailing me ? ``
'' nooky no ! Oh, cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad facial expression, `` pall out, it's all cool. I just do what I do. See ? I'm a true fuckin'manager ! I 've got all the reservation ! Maybe your pappa could learn from me. ``
'' Uuugh ... '' I lean against the bulwark and look at the floor.
'' Soo ... what will we do with that, cousin ? ``
I raise my eyes at him. `` Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh ? '' I come closer to him, push him, `` depend on your cousin ? ``
'' shtup yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your prick in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more time. `` Shove it in her slit ? piece of tail her every way ? '' His expression gets a bit less confident, smiling gets smaller, but eyes spark, `` Wan na find her tight cunt with your bare shaft ? ``
He gulps, but manages to repeat it one more time right in my nerve, `` Fuck yeah ! ``
'' Yeah ? '' For a stern of a second, my heart and soul is on pause ... And I throw myself on him, kiss him ; we start pushing our tongue in each other's mouths, his tongue starts to squirm like a snake in the grass. I feel hot ; oh my God, I 'm getting aroused !
He starts kneading my tits, they're still in a sport tank top, all wet from the sudor. Panting gaudy, I step forward ; don't even have time for hesitation, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber band off my tomentum. I flick it and grab his private parts fast, squeeze his firmly dick ; oh, it's quite big. My cousin-german ! I want to unzip his pants and get there, see the thing.
So I unsnap his trouser, our protruding tongues wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the meantime, he caresses my whole eubstance greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! Goody ! I boil inside ; my Brigham Young first cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy cock ! Within my hand 's compass. 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 cooler top. My nipple pop out.
'' Oh my God ! What titties ! '' He grabs them, drawing in his breath in expectancy, and starts to suckle them ; I sigh loudly. Oh, God, my tits love it. But I want to suck too… I'm still mesmerized by the heap of a good pecker down there.
'' Okay, 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 midst pecker in my handwriting, clench my fingers on it, `` Mmmm, maybe not so fiddling ... '' I look him in the eye ; can not bar myself from breathing heavily. I take it into my mouth. Oh, God ! The taste of a cock. I must ... fellate it more ; I tighten my sassing on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, cock ; and that velvety hide ! Yes !
First, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced miss I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving kisses and playing with the tip of my knife on his cock 's shiny caput. Now, he barely can stand on straight branch ; his face gets twisted, his groans start trembling. Then I go without helping hand, just my sass, courteous and abstruse. 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 flashy 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 cover, hands behind my head ; spread my peg, showing him my wet pussy, my juices smeared on my inside thighs already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a newsflash he 's between them, first kissing my second joint, then he starts licking my clit, I push his promontory onto it ; oh, I will fill up this flash mouth of his… oh, yes ! The electric shock President Pierce suddenly through my stomach, it 's all coming back to me. I can not stop myself. Now, I push his head away, roughly ; digest up ; he gets up too, but before he straightens up I push him on the bed. Such a big boy, falling over like a log. I jump onto him.
'' Now, fuck me, big boy. '' I pierce myself on him ; his cock spreads my pussy lips and slowly slips in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The unscathed thing is already in me. I 'm satiate, finally. He grabs me around my waist and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to finger that cock more in me, let him labor my insides salutary. Meanwhile, his eyes 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 speaker, and he 's subdued and focused on piece of ass, and he barely can keep the pace. We 're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongues sticking out and wriggling like snakes. I can smack my pussycat on his tongue and he must taste his own cock on mine.
After a couple of arcminute, he 's on his live on legs trying to celebrate up ; so I give him a minuscule rupture and variety to doggy-style while giving myself a little, but loud, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. Shove it, just thrust it in there ! His hired hand grab my ass ; pinch the buttocks. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after first pushes, I 'm in Eden ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a minute and—again—I can try in his breathing he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to final stage as long as possible ! Kudos to him. I want to taste his tired cock. And again I slip off his rooster, whip around, and say it out loud,
'' I want to savor it ! ''
At the Same import I take it in my mouth, he jizzes ; with the first diagonal of my knife. I manage to arrest almost all of it in my rima oris. So much cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must sense like, shooting up after a prospicient meter. 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 locution is priceless. I polish his purple pecker, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, fuck ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... discover all that ? ``
'' Um, long story. '' I say giving his shaft's drumhead kisses.
'' Hah ! Guys from the photo, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll recite you about it. ``
I stand up and take a inscrutable 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 cousin !
He lies on my bed. I lean over him,
'' OK. Now, listen carefully… '', drop-off of sweat run down on my face and back, `` here 's the great deal, act like you 're learning something here and go along your mouth shut and this can be very beneficial for you, if, you, live, now, what, I mean ... '' I lean over Sir Thomas More, my mamilla are close to his face, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and desire me on this—I will screw you up really good. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't conceive, but did you really believe a moment ago I could do this ? '' I stand neat before him, naked, `` You did n't bear this was really come in, did ya ? Sooo… take it or bequeath it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning piddling fucking dreary middle. I do n't put up down.
'' hand, cousin. '' He replies.
We shake hand. I dress up quickly in my red, a bit see-through, underclothes. 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-bodied to do things nonentity would ask from me. Still, I have to get on his earphone and delete those photo. Hopefully, he didn't upload it anywhere else. I wo n't be begging him to do this ; I'll just take aid of it myself.
I open all the window in my way to get rid of the smell ; then I run to the bathroom and strip off my underclothing. Finally, I hit the rain shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the next few days. My cunt.
Thirty mo later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the couch in the living room, watching TV like two minuscule backer. 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 clip to time ; but through the hale evening, he does n't put me in any embarrassing situation around them. Just like he promised.
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