I 'm running on the salt mine when my dad enters the room. I take my headphone out ; looks like he has something crucial 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 hour, and I 'm just glistening with sweat.
'' I wanted to tell you that soon we will have aaa… visitor. '' He smiles, `` I just got off the earpiece with Uncle Louis. ``
'' Uncle Joe Louis ? Are they going to impose us ? '' I pout since I do n't like Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my unintelligent crappy full cousin,
'' Well, actually, it's only Dirk. He's gon na stay here for a couple of day. ``
'' 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 year. Uncle Louis and auntie Carla asked us if we could take him for a piece and hold back an eye on him. You know, a few twenty-four hour period in a unlike environs should be full for him. ``
'' good for him ? So I'm guessing he's done something stupid again. ``
'' wellspring, ah… '' my dad puts his hands in air hole, `` form of. ``
'' And that's his punishment ? '' I wipe my grimace with a towel, `` Pff… He 's now what ? 16 ? ``
'' Naaah, he 's only a class younger than you. ``
'' Oh, right, then that must be his puerile conduct. What did he do this metre ? ``
'' Well, '' my dad, a charitable man, as always tries to be compassionate, `` he's just a stripling, 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 remain here, till when, exactly ? Do n't secern me he 's going to be here on my natal day ? ``
'' No, no, he 'll be on a flight of stairs home 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 paper to write this hebdomad. And now I have to babysit him ? ``
'' C'mon, I do n't guess he needs a babysitter, 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 view. 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 living. Kids should fuck that they can—if they only work hard enough—do heavy things in their lives. ``
'' I guess. '' There's some truth here : if anybody could be a unspoiled influence it's my dad and definitely not Uncle Louis with all his suspicious speculation, but I already have suspicion it's bullshit.
'' Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can choose him to the firm, show him matter, maybe he 'll learn something, see the big picture. We 'll testify him the urban center with mom. And maybe you could spend some time together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could let also a good shock on him since you 're such a just student and a… honorable girl. They really admire you, Adrianne ; and no wonder. They would wish that for him too. I think he could get word 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 pile. But I don't believe it will be so Nice as my dad thinks. 'Sooner you start ...', 'if you work laborious 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 weird, beautiful, happy, and bonny world, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily just hoi polloi. For me, that idea sailed away some clip ago ; atrocious mass are just everywhere, even in my own phratry. But, I never disagree with my parents on that matter ; I let them remember I do n't know any former worlds.
Dirk's mom is my mom's sis ; they were both—and still are—gorgeous woman. I owe my looks to the Saami genes. Aunt Carla married Uncle Lou, a rich son of a bitch, and they procreated this little diddly called Dirk. And now this turd 's gon na be here until my 19th birthday.
I think uncle Louie—who was always a bit pervy and sly in my opinion—had to have got a big smile on his facial expression when they talked about his son spending time here. And learning thing from me. Yeah, things… He always let Dirk do whatever he wanted, encouraged him even. Would n't do anything to hurt his precious kid. Like father like son. Oh, well, not exactly. His son is worse.
Before I hit the shower I ask dad what exactly Dirk did this time. Perplexed, he tells me what Uncle Lou told him : some acts of vandalism, paying tramp to fight each other…, and finally his mom caught him in his room smoking weed and playing strip-poker with his pal and two female child. All I wonder is : were the girls naked at the second auntie 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 next day aurora my father brings Dirk from the airport. My mom and I go outside the house to welcome him ; we do greetings here kind of old-school, probably in nigh families I would be just lying on the lounge, with my eyes glued to the phone. Dirk 's produce bigger. He's wearing a tweed long-sleeve t-shirt, black load drawers, and shades. He's not this nasty slight rat anymore ; a malign, horny boar rather. I admit, he 's gotten quite handsome, ripped, tanned ; his jaw got chiseled, and these darkness, cunning oculus ... Jesus, why am I even thinking about this ? Have to run on the treadmill more.
'' Hi, Dirk ! '' Mom greets him happily. My father 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 smiles showing teeth. ( Yep, I knew it… ) `` Long time no see, full 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 housemaid or somethin'? ``
'' Not permanently. '' My mom answers.
He shakes his head slightly and takes one of the udder. What a dick ! I think we may be needing our housemaid for additional hours because he 's gon na break and fuck everything around.
'' So how was your flight ? '' My mom asks him.
'' A gag. '' He complains.
'' Did n't you fly first of all social class ? ``
'' Yeah, sure, '' he clears his throat. His middle are checking me again, `` if that 's what they call it. ``
The sun is beating down today ; just a few days ago a heatwave hit our city… We go inside.
I'm supposed to pen this paper about growing income inequalities but, because of this heating plant, I'm getting more and more agitated, I have these teasing 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 wait with that thought. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the case of guy I've decided to avoid after last summertime ; only untested, just starting his life-time as a favour douche. That's some kind 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 Albert Guest elbow room, we walk him around the menage. When we finish, he decides it 's the good time to say something pudding head ( 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 course, my sweetness parents can not even deal into consideration the obvious ; they just giggle stupidly with those big honest smile, holding each other.
Finally, my mom responds, `` She is. She is. We are… very proud of her. Um, did you have intercourse, Dirk, she 's one of the best scholar of the year ? ``
'' Yeah, I heard ! somebody has to be serious in the syndicate. Right ? And someone has to be bad ! Huh, cousin ? '' He jabs me, laughing stupidly. My parents laugh too, a bit nervously. But my smiling doesn't get along off right ; it's just too much bullcrap to handle.
'' I think… maybe she 'll teach me something, too ? Open my optic a bit. Who knows ? '' He shrugs his shoulder, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he's breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his finger's breadth. 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 modern spring chicken. Maybe it 's better they don't ; they would die of philia attempt otherwise. That is also why I wo n't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to maintain any solidarity with my fellow here, I just do n't want to bother them, I 'm almost for certain 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 here and now he says cipher, 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 wear upon manner. `` See you 've got the chalk. They enhance the flavor. ``
'' Yeah ? '' Still lazily.
He turns to me, `` That piercing in your spit ? Gives me some hopes for ya. ``
Oh, he spotted it. I 'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the last residual of the last class 's summertime tomfoolery ; the smallest, most innocent thing of it all ; so I keep it. Now I 'm moving my jaw, a bit abashed, like I want to hide the piercing in my mouth somehow.
He 's still walking around my room, just sniffing ; it gets me nervous, though everything that needs to be hidden is hidden well. I pretend I 'm trying to interpret but my view follows his every movement. ( 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 programme for now, what about school and such, but can not bear much here. So succeeding 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 affair, 'rich should be plenteous, that 's progress, right ?'Sure. That 's him, like dada like son. Only speculative. At least he knows the news 'progress'. Poor auntie, she not only has an arsehole hubby but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to notice too much.
'' Why are n't you a fashion model or something ? '' He asks me at some point.
'' Beee… Becaaause, why should I be ? ``
'' Beeecuuuaaassseee, heh '', he mocks me, `` you got the rightfield consistency ? Ain't ya ? In sheath you 've never seen yourself… or whatever. '' He goes through the pages of my photo album, smiling at something widely from meter to time.
'' Oooh, gosh, you know, I ... have n't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those things they call mirrors from now on. ``
He puffs. Sexual innuendo are only a issue of time. He asks me if I have a boyfriend. I say 'no'. That 's another cause for a choked laugh ; maybe now he thinks I 'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he does n't believe such a opus of ass can go through life without some self-coloured poking. `` Something 's wrong here, cousin. ''
I immediately react with potent indignation—I 've learned if I react extremely offended at any comment regarding fucking it usually gets guy wire off my tail—it makes them opine I 'm a total remains, although amend that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk 's right hand here… it doesn't add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a second, I look at him ; quite a long moment ; I gulp, not stepping back ; and after a instant 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 affair about what I did.
***
The next day my dad takes Dirk to the business firm with him so it 's unagitated 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 indorsement dad leaves us alone Dirk starts complaining to me about my dad 's Audi. `` Why the screwing does he ride an Audi ? He could sustain a Ferrari. ``
'' Uhm, cause he's a family line 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 ride some day ? ``
Suddenly, a wave of high temperature bang me ; mute memories pass through in my mind… I try to keep calm, `` Thanks, but no thanks… ''
'' screw me, you don't like anything ! That's …fun. '' He says quietly.
'' shag 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 while. He instantly starts trying to cart 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 promiscuous way ; I invite him to play games on the Xbox.
He's just finished working out and number 1 affair, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
'' Good, huh ? ``
'' Sure. You're coming or not ? ``
Actually, for a teenager his muscleman are quite potent, very few boy this age spirit that thoroughly. If he were n't such a piece of shit, I would even reward him, let him have 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 dissimilar game, we should play that instead. ``
'' Yeah ? What's the game ? '' 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 cock, where's the dick. '' He's repeating.
'' You 're not getting on my nerves. I know guys like you, Dirk. ``
'' The sterling ? Heh, you do n't seem to be that sort of missy. You know what I mean ? ``
'' Yeah, let's go with that… Listen, I know what you 're trying to do. From the showtime, this was a joke Thomas More than a penalty for you. You know that, and you 're trying to play my parents and turn it into one big political party. ``
'' Uh-oh. You got me. '' He says sarcastically staring into the screen. `` My whole programme is exposed. Whaaat to dooo -- ''
'' Shut up and take on. ``
'' Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin-german. Get some political 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 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.
'' screw me… cousin. You have to learn. Fast ! '' He says.
I'm gon na fly off the handle in a fucking second…
'' C'mon, don't be shy, it's not that bad. '' He continues, `` Heh, you know what ? We're only cousins so it's not a big deal. I can do you a party favor and Blackbeard ya. ``
'' Good Shepherd 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 learn you a lot of stuff. '' He still tries to piss me off.
No reaction, mystifying breath ; 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 find it. He speaks again, `` You wan na recount me something ? ``
'' Um, no ? ``
'' Nooo ? Or… yes ? '' Another pause, `` …you're fuckin'concealing something. ``
'' Hey, will you ever shut up ? ``
'' Oh man ! You are ! You're fuckin'hiding somethin''' I must be all red ( Fuck ! ), `` Tell me, assure me ! Tell me ! ``
'' Shut up ? Shut up ? Shut up ! ``
For a mo, a still falls, only the plot noises now, and then suddenly Dirk's tatty chuckling peal, `` 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 sense, `` …sucked a rooster ? '' I just slightly didder my head teacher, 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 second, `` Hey, maybe you 're not so bad as I thought, cousin. ``
'' Maybe I 'm not, '' I say, having no wagerer answer. I'm fucked.
***
Later Emma, my very good friend, calls me to tell me about a tattoo she just got. She would wish to show it to me tomorrow ; it should mend properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more time to persuade me to go on a holiday with her again. While I try to forget about the live on prison term with her, she—on the early hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. Kind of torture for me. She does that this sentence too.Trying to change the subject, I tell her about the idiot I'm living with under one roof now and how he got here.
'' What 's his public figure ? '' She asks.
'' Dirk. ``
'' Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a dick. Is he ... a cock ? Or maybe is he a douchebag or a prick ? '' She raps that last part.
'' Uhm… nice one. I 'd say, huh, a prick ? A very big one. ``
'' Huh… '' She ponders.
'' Do n't even guess about that. '' I interrupt her chain of serious thoughts ; the affair is, for some reason Emma has a „ thing"for big SOB, metaphorically and literally. And she's bored lately…
'' Why not ? '' She purposely says it like a minuscule child.
'' Because ! He 's 18. ``
'' Interesting. Does he -- ''
'' Emma, I do n't roll in the hay. ``
'' Could you… watch it out ? ``
'' You want me to check 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 the Virgin ? ``
I grunt, `` I don -- I ... I 'd be storm 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 ask to go. ``
'' Wait ! ``
'' What ? ``
'' I love you… ''
'' Jeez… See ya later. Emma. ``
'' postponement ! ``
'' What now ! ? ``
'' I 'm bored… ''
'' I know. We 'll verbalize later. ``
I hang up. She has changed so practically during this twelvemonth. But I 'm guessing being a hush-hush nymphomaniac, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, kind of a snatch, and to—basically—manslaughter can shift a person… But we try not to verbalise about that.
When I 'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our syndicate cat, and yelling at the inadequate thing, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to cover from him. Something has to be done with hawkshaw. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the front threshold ; it 's a fauna motif on the right side of her waist ; it goes over her loins almost reaching her lower rachis ; and from the figurehead one of the arm goes down into her panties—she has to let out them—and there it goes almost to her clitoris, changing into something like a snake's head at the end.
'' What did your parents say ? '' I ask.
'' Nothing… ''
'' Huh… of grade. You did n't say them. You think they wo n't notice that matter somehow ? ``
'' I can hide it at home wearing what I wear every day ; that 's no job. So, Adrianne, where 's this cousin-german 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 lip, waiting, `` and you into his ? '' A big smile grows on her face.
I shake my head, `` Emma… Eh, that 'd be pale. ``
'' Oh, c'mon. Brother would be macabre, 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 down as I thought they would be. Eh, not like the guys from survive year. ``
'' You really didn't have enough ? After all the shit that happened there ? ``
'' Well, besides the parts when it went too far—no demerit of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin'rum, 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 residence hall. Emma imperceptibly fixes her blouse to handle the tattoo. My parents know her parents so they would tell them about it, or risky, innocently ask them their opinion of it and give the hidden 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 see our client yet ? '' Says my mom, sounding as always so implausibly nice.
'' Oh, I have n't had the probability yet, '' Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
'' Dirk, honey ? Could you follow in here ? '' Mom calls him.
After a moment he comes in with hands stuck in pockets. He spots Emma and slows down.
'' fountainhead, well, well. howdy. '' He looks at her like a thirsty wolf. And Emma loves it. My mom stands adjacent 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 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 young lady did this craziness last-place summer. '' Mom flaps her manpower, `` I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the outdo first base twelvemonth student too. ``
'' Oooh. '' Dirk nods, mocking interest, `` I 'm really gladiolus I 'm here. Maybe I will finally see out what I want to do with my aliveness here, just like my folks want me to. I really think they had a good musical theme sending me here. '' Dirk again New World chat my mom up, it's all a big joke 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 wound me ; and that little fuck salivating at the mickle of her and also my—his own cousin's—body. I knew Emma would only aggravate the spot, 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 shit reciprocates equally warmly.
I spend some clock time with her, trying not to mind to all her suggestions about what can we do this summer, or what she has found out lately about the matter we participated in last year—that's a foresighted story…—or her input about Dirk and how similar he is to our old acquaintance. Then we watch a flick ; as always with me, it has to be some classic ; this time, `` Vacation in Rome ''. Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the office with my first 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 shouts coming from the swimming-pool way ; he has jumped in ; he 's so loud and annoying I want to just fucking nip him.
***
It's the quaternary day of Dirk's visit. I've just finished my work out. He walks into my room right after me ; I'm picking out unfermented clothes before hitting the shower. That is not his typical grin ; it's bigger. Something bad happened.
'' Hi, sweatie. You like perspiration, do n't you ? ''
'' Um… what 's so amusing ? '' I feel agitation.
'' This ! '' He shows me his earpiece. There it is, a photograph from hold out summer I had on a password-protected pendrive, taped to the bottom of one of the boxers in my desk ( How did he… ! ? ). On the photo I 'm dancing, only in my bikini buttocks, covering my naked pap with my hand, around me the guys we spent those two weeks with, four of them. Emma, in a alike outfit, is in the desktop. My idea '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 obliterate him ? How ? How ! ? ! )
'' Heh, easy, girl ! Got a guy, this computing device wizard. Called him after I'd found this. In 5 minute of arc I was in ! Yeah ! I fuckin'knew something was up ! Piercings in natural language, both of ya, obviously to fellate cocks ; the way you were acting yesterday ; the pills in your room ? Yeah, I found those, too. I knew you two 'd done somethin'! Fuckin'6th sense for those things ! ``
'' So, you 're not a dispatch cretin ! Congratulations ! '' I cross my weapon system, my invertebrate foot 's stomping ; actually I have no approximation what to do now ; I just shake my forefront, `` yyyouuu, unbelievable, evil fuck ! ``
'' Hey ! You said 'fuck'! Finally ! We 're gettin'somewhere. ``
'' Yeah. Great, huh ? Hope you're fuckin'proud of yourself. ``
'' Why shouldn't I be ? That 's fuuuckin'amazing ! My first cousin with naked tits around a bunch of duuudes ! missy 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 at one of them, `` He had to cause a behemoth putz ! right wing ? Looks like that. Heh. Do your folk music know about that ? ``
'' Shut the ass up ! Do n't you even joke about that ! Who saw that beside you ? ''
'' Hehe, nobody. Yet. ``
'' And that calculator wizard ? ``
'' Naaah. He only told me how to snap it. '' He stares at the photo again, `` C'mon ! I would n't show my precious cousin to that shag ! Oh, I think I 'm gon na get the same tatoo as this fellow ! '' He points at another one of the bozo in the picture.
'' You 're such a shiiit ! Going through my poppycock ! ''
'' Heh, you see ..., '' he comes unaired to me, now sounding quite serious, `` I get what I want because I know I can get what I want. That 's how it works. It 's me, I got that something in me ; I want something, so I get it. ``
'' Mhm ... ''
The honorable news program is, on this pen-drive, there were only three picture, all similar ; Emma and me, the guys ; naked, covered breast. But the fact, there aren't there any of the much, much more embarrassing photo of me from that time—and there could've been—doesn't sunniness me up really. Those fuckin'pricks always find a way to me ! Always ! Is it me ? screwing, it has to be me ! I fuckin'go on 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 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 ? ``
'' Fuck no ! Oh, full cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne ! '' He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, `` gelidity out, it's all cool. I just do what I do. See ? I'm a straight fuckin'manager ! I 've got all the qualifications ! Maybe your pop could instruct from me. ``
'' Uuugh ... '' I lean against the rampart and look at the floor.
'' Soo ... what will we do with that, cousin ? ``
I raise my eyes at him. `` Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh ? '' I come closer to him, energy him, `` turn on your cousin ? ``
'' Fuck yeah. ``
'' Yeah ? '' I push him again.
'' Yeah. ``
'' Shove your gumshoe in her throat ? Huh ? '' I push him one more time. `` Shove it in her pussy ? piece of ass her every way ? '' His expression gets a bit less surefooted, smiling gets low, but oculus spark, `` Wan na feel her tight bitch with your bare cock ? ``
He gulps, but manages to reiterate it one Thomas More meter right hand in my face, `` screw 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 oral cavity, his tongue starts to wriggle like a snake. I feel hot ; oh my God, I 'm getting aroused !
He starts kneading my bosom, they're still in a mutant army tank top, all wet from the sweat. Panting loud, I step forward ; don't even have time for disinclination, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber lot off my fuzz. I flick it and grab his private parts fasting, squeeze his hard cock ; oh, it's quite big. My cousin ! I want to unzip his pants and get there, see the matter.
So I unsnap his pants, our protruding clapper wriggle still, pushing on each other. In the lag, he caresses my hale body greedily.
Finally, his stopcock pops out, Yes, yes, yes ! Yeah, it's big ! delicacy ! I boil inside ; my young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy pecker ! Within my hand 's reaching. 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 step-in get even wetter. He takes off my tank top. My tits pop out.
'' Oh my God ! What titties ! '' He grabs them, drawing in his breath in anticipation, and starts to suck them ; I sigh loudly. Oh, God, my teat love it. But I want to go down on too… I'm still mesmerized by the visual modality of a beneficial cock down there.
'' okeh, you wanted this… Now develop yourself for a ride, little cousin. ``
'' Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ; oh, yeah. ``
I get on my knees.
I grab his thick pecker in my hand, grasp my digit 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 mouth. Oh, God ! The taste of a cock. I must ... suck it more ; I tighten my brim on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that 's that ! Big, haaard, hammer ; and that velvet-textured skin ! Yes !
number one, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced girl I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving buss and playing with the tip of my knife on his cock 's glazed head teacher. Now, he barely can stand on unbowed legs ; his face gets twisted, his groans start trembling. Then I go without hands, just my mouth, nice and deep. I get a look at him again ; he has a lot of trouble keeping his eyes open ; it 's like the joy is pushing his eyelid down, and he's desperately trying to fight it back.
I take it out of my mouth with a loud clucking, `` 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 back, hands behind my head ; spread my legs, showing him my wet kitty, my juices smeared on my intimate second joint already ; I 'm not even slightly embarrassed. In a newsbreak he 's between them, first kissing my thighs, then he starts licking my clit, I push his head onto it ; oh, I will fill up this loud mouth of his… oh, yes ! The electric blow pierces suddenly through my abdomen, it 's all coming back to me. I can not give up myself. Now, I push his promontory away, roughly ; abide 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 bedcover my pussy lips and slowly cutting in. Oh, yes ! Oh, my God ! The whole thing is already in me. I 'm fill, finally. He grabs me around my waistline and starts fucking in earnest, while I wriggle to feel that stopcock more in me, let him push my insides good. Meanwhile, his eyes are fixed on my bouncing tits.
'' It 's so fuckin'hot, '' I say out forte, astonishing myself ; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the verbaliser, and he 's hushed and focused on piece of ass, and he barely can maintain the footstep. We 're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongue sticking out and wriggling like Snake. I can taste my twat on his tongue and he must try out his own hammer on mine.
After a couple of min, he 's on his live on legs trying to restrain up ; so I give him a little prisonbreak and modification to doggy-style while giving myself a niggling, but tawdry, spanking. He watches me with jaw dropped. Shove it, just jostle it in there ! His workforce grab my ass ; squeeze the buns. I smile. And he 's in again. Oh, yes ! My big boy starts slowly. Just after number one push, I 'm in nirvana ! it 's been so long…
He fucks me steadily for a second and—again—I can hear in his breathing he can't go much more as fast as this. But he 's trying to last as long as possible ! Kudos to him. I want to taste his exhaust pecker. And again I slip off his pecker, whiplash around, and say it out gimcrack,
'' I want to taste it ! ''
At the Sami instant I take it in my mouth, he jizzes ; with the first stroke of my tongue. I manage to enchant almost all of it in my oral fissure. So practically cum ! And the taste… Oooh… this is how addicts must feel like, shooting up after a long fourth dimension. Now I hear buzzing in my head. Oh, my, God ... I want to a greater extent. to a greater extent. to a greater extent ! He 's amazed and shocked by all that's happening here ; his formula is priceless. I polish his purple prick, still a bit hard.
'' Fu, fu, fucking ! '' He finally speaks, still panting heavily. `` Where did you… huh, where did you ... memorise all that ? ``
'' Um, long story. '' I say giving his cock's point kisses.
'' Hah ! Guys from the exposure, yeah ? ``
'' Maybe someday I 'll tell apart you about it. ``
I stand up and choose a cryptical breath.
He is gloating, though he 's to a greater extent mellow than usual, at to the lowest degree. 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… '', dip of elbow grease run down on my cheek and back, `` here 's the deal, act like you 're learning something here and prevent 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 knocker are close to his face, and he looks at them again, `` Or… I will—and trust me on this—I will make out you up really safe. ``
'' Heh, fuck Me up ? ``
'' Oh, you look at me like you do n't trust, but did you really believe a mo ago I could do this ? '' I stand straight before him, naked, `` You did n't expect this was really forthcoming, did ya ? Sooo… take it or exit it. ``
He eyes me up with these cunning little fucking wickedness eyes. I do n't stand down.
'' lot, full cousin. '' He replies.
We shake hired man. 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 believe I am able to do matter nobody would bear from me. Still, I have to get on his speech sound and delete those photos. 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 windows in my room to get rid of the spirit ; then I run to the lavatory and strip off my underclothes. Finally, I hit the rain shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the succeeding few days. My cunt.
XXX moment later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the lounge in the living room, watching TV like two small angel. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding ; like now's the here and now they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to time ; but through the whole eve, he does n't put me in any awkward situation around them. Just like he promised.
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