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"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 phone with Uncle Louis."
"Uncle Louis? Are they going to visit us?" I pout since I don't like Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my stupid shitty cousin,
"Well, actually, it’s only Dirk. He’s gonna stay here for a couple of days."
"You’re kidding me, right? Why?"
"Oh, I know you two didn'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 days 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, "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 younger than you."
"Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile behavior. What did he do this time?"
"Well," my dad, a good-hearted man, as always tries to be compassionate, "he’s just a teenager, you know how it is."
"I don--" I stop myself because that would be a lie. It’s embarrassing, but I know exactly how it can be. "Okay. So he's gonna stay here, till when, exactly? Don't tell me he's going to be here on my birthday?"
"No, no, he'll be on a flight 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 week. And now I have to babysit him?"
"C'mon, I don't think he needs a babysitter, heh. It’s just to get him away from any bad influences. Especially now, when summer's near."
"Get HIM away? He is the bad influence." I say under my breath.
"Oh, c’mon, the kid just needs some perspective. They want him to go to a good colleage. They see potential in him. And he's not a stupid kid; they'd like to see him doing something with his life. Kids should know that they can—if they only work hard enough—do great things in their lives."
"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 shady ventures, but I already have suspicions it’s bullshit.
"Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can take him to the firm, show him things, maybe he'll learn something, see the big picture. We'll show him the city with mom. And maybe you could spend some time together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could have also a good impact on him since you're such a good student and a… respectable girl. They really admire you, Adrianne; and no wonder. They would like that for him too. I think he could learn a lot from you."
"If you really think that, eh, I can try..." I shrug; won’t be fighting it now, since it’s already a done deal. 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 weird, beautiful, happy, and fair world, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily good people. For me, that idea 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 think I don't know any other worlds.
Dirk’s mom is my mom’s sister; they were both—and still are—gorgeous women. I owe my looks to the same genes. Aunt Carla married Uncle Lou, a rich asshole, and they procreated this little shit called Dirk. And now this turd's gonna 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 smile on his face when they talked about his son spending time here. And learning things from me. Yeah, things… He always let Dirk do whatever he wanted, encouraged him even. Wouldn'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 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 girls naked at the moment Aunt Carla entered? But I won’t ask my dad about it. Dirk probably couldn't be happier that this is his only punishment.
***
The next day morning 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 most families I would be just lying on the couch, with my eyes glued to the phone. Dirk's gotten bigger. He’s wearing a 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 gotten quite handsome, ripped, tanned; his jaw got chiseled, and these dark, cunning eyes... Jesus, why am I even thinking about this? Have to run on the treadmill more.
"Hi, Dirk!" Mom greets him happily. My father takes his baggage out of the car.
"Hi, cousin," I say, nodding slightly.
"Morning… Hey, Adrianne." He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smiles showing teeth. (Yep, I knew it…) "Long time no see, cousin." He's evidently checking me out, around my parents, no shame. I can already see he’s bursting with energy.
Dad gives him his stuff. Dirk looks at him, then at us.
"Don't you have a maid or somethin’?"
"Not permanently." My mom answers.
He shakes his head slightly and takes one of the bags. What a dick! I think we may be needing our maid for additional hours because he's gonna break and fuck everything around.
"So how was your flight?" My mom asks him.
"A joke." He complains.
"Didn't you fly first class?"
"Yeah, sure," 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 days 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 and more agitated, I have these pesky thoughts, …and urges; it’s slowly killing me. And now, on the top of everything, this… I thought about buying myself a vibrator but now, with that idiot here, better wait with that idea. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the type of guy I’ve decided to avoid after last summer; only younger, just starting his life as a privileged douche. That’s some kind of a reminder of what I did a year ago… Did I think I can forget it so easily?
***
He leaves his bags in the guest room, we walk him around the house. When we finish, he decides it's the right time to say something stupid (of course), "But that Adrianne! She's now quite a fox! Isn'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 sweet parents cannot even take 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 best students of the year?"
"Yeah, I heard! Someone has to be good 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 come off right; it’s just too much bullcrap to handle.
"I think… maybe she'll teach me something, too? Open my eyes a bit. Who knows?" He shrugs his shoulders, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he’s breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his finger. That he knows how to do. Do my parents even take into consideration that he's a horny, unpredictable snot? They're such believers. They don't know anything about modern youth. Maybe it's better they don’t; they would die of heart attacks otherwise. That is also why I won't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to maintain any solidarity with my fellow here, I just don't want to bother 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 body’s already in. I'm lying on the bed with a book.
"Yo!"
"What's up?" I say lazily.
For a moment he says 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 jaded manner. "See you've got the glasses. They enhance the look."
"Yeah?" Still lazily.
He turns to me, "That piercing in your tongue? 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 remainder of the last year's summer craziness; 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 read but my sight follows his every move. (Don'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 and such, but cannot 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 daddy like son. Only worse. At least he knows the word 'progress'. Poor auntie, she not only has an asshole husband but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to notice too much.
"Why aren't you a model or something?" He asks me at some point.
"Beee… Becaaause, why should I be?"
"Beeecuuuaaassseee, heh", he mocks me, "you got the right body? Ain’t ya? In case you've never seen yourself… or whatever." He goes through the pages of my photo album, smiling at something widely from time to time.
"Oooh, gosh, you know, I... haven't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those things they call mirrors from now on."
He puffs. Sexual innuendos are only a matter of time. He asks me if I have a boyfriend. I say 'no'. That's another reason for a choked laugh; maybe now he thinks I'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he doesn't believe such a piece of ass can go through life without some solid poking. "Something's wrong here, cousin."
I immediately react with strong indignation—I've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets guys off my tail—it makes them think I'm a total stiff, although better that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk's right here… it doesn’t add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a moment, I look at him; quite a 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 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 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 hire 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 have a Ferrari."
"Uhm, cause he’s a family man, Dirk? And it’s a family car."
"My old man has a Ferrari."
"Yeah, he's... great."
"I spin in that bad boy sometimes, you know. Wanna go for a ride some day?"
Suddenly, a wave of heat hits me; mute memories 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.
"Fuck you," I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to spend some time with him and leave us alone at home for a while. He instantly starts trying to drag me to our indoor pool. Forget about it; I wouldn'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 first thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
"Good, huh?"
"Sure. You’re coming or not?"
Actually, for a teenager his muscles are quite powerful, very few boys this age look that good. If he weren'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 minutes of playing he’s apparently bored. So he starts again…
"Hey. I know a different game, we should play that instead."
"Yeah? What’s the 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 cock." He’s repeating.
"You're not getting on my nerves. I know guys like you, Dirk."
"The greatest? Heh, you don'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 more than a punishment for you. You know that, and you're trying to play my parents and turn it into one big party."
"Uh-oh. You got me." He says sarcastically staring into the screen. "My whole plan is exposed. Whaaat to dooo--"
"Shut up and play."
"Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin. Get some party started! Invite some friends! I could get to know your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a stiff? Do you even have any 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 gonna 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 favor and teach ya."
"Jesus Christ!" I throw the pad aside. "Are you shitting me!? Teach me? Teenage expert? Just… don’t make me laugh."
I immediately regret saying it.
"Oh, I can, cousin, I can teach you a lot of stuff." He still tries to piss me off.
No reaction, deep 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 feel it. He speaks again, "You wanna tell me something?"
"Um, no?"
"Nooo? Or… yes?" Another pause, "…you’re fuckin’ hiding something."
"Hey, will you ever shut up?"
"Oh man! You are! You’re fuckin’ hiding somethin’" I must be all red (Fuck!), "Tell me, tell me! Tell me!"
"Shut up? Shut up? Shut up!"
For a moment, a hush falls, only the game noises now, and then suddenly Dirk’s loud chuckling peals, "Hah! You're fuckin' hiding something!"
"…you're such a shithead."
I’m pissed and tired with that; he’s not even on to me, he’s just wishfully thinking out loud.
"You…" He leans closer and stares at me, scratching his chin; I can see him in my peripheral vision, "…sucked a cock?" I just slightly shake my head, 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 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 show it to me tomorrow; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more time to persuade me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to forget about the last time with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. Kind of torture for me. She does that this time too.Trying to change the subject, I tell her about the retard I’m living with under one roof now and how he got here.
"What's his name?" She asks.
"Dirk."
"Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a dick. Is he... a dick? 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.
"Don't even think about that." I interrupt her chain of dangerous thoughts; the thing is, for some reason Emma has a „thing” for big pricks, metaphorically and literally. And she’s bored lately…
"Why not?" She purposely says it like a little child.
"Because! He's eighteen."
"Interesting. Does he--"
"Emma, I don't know."
"Could you… check 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 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! Isn't he?"
"Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really need to go."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"I love you…"
"Jeez… See ya later. Emma."
"Wait!"
"What now!?"
"I'm bored…"
"I know. We'll talk later."
I hang up. She has changed so much during this year. But I'm guessing being a secret nympho, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, kind of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can change a person… But we try not to talk about that.
When I'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our family cat, and yelling at the poor thing, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to hide from him. Something has to be done with Dick. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the front doorway; it's a fauna motif on the right side of her waist; it goes over her loins almost reaching her lower 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 snake’s head at the end.
"What did your parents say?" I ask.
"Nothing…"
"Huh… of course. You didn't tell them. You think they won't notice that thing somehow?"
"I can hide it at home wearing what I wear every day; that's no problem. So, Adrianne, where's this cousin of yours you've been talking about?"
"He's..." I look around, "somewhere; probably tormenting my cat."
"He wants to get into your 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 sick."
"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 fault of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin' funny, right?"
"I… I don’t know. I’m over it."
She chuckles lightly, "I simply just don'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 worse, innocently ask them their opinion of it and give the secret away without realizing they had done it until Emma’s mother collapsed onto the floor.
"Hey, Mrs.Van Houten!"
"Oh, hi, Emma! Nice to see you. Did you meet our guest yet?" Says my mom, sounding as always so unbelievably nice.
"Oh, I haven't had the chance yet," Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
"Dirk, honey? Could you come in here?" Mom calls him.
After a moment he comes in with hands stuck in pockets. He spots Emma and slows down.
"Well, well, well. Hello." He looks at her like a hungry wolf. And Emma loves it. My mom stands next to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious; that is, the 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 girls did this craziness last summer." Mom flaps her hands, "I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the best first year students too."
"Oooh." Dirk nods, mocking interest, "I'm really glad I'm here. Maybe I will finally figure out what I want to do with my life here, just like my folks want me to. I really think they had a good idea sending me here." Dirk again chats my mom up, it’s all a big joke to him. Mom smiles at him almost affectionately.
Now I am standing among the three of them: my mom; Emma, gazing at him lusciously, probably just to spite me; and that little fuck salivating at the sight of her and also my—his own 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 asshole 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 last year—that’s a long story…—or her remarks 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 classic; this time, "Vacation in Rome". Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation with my cousin is resolving itself; and she winks. Eh, Emma… what are you even thinking about, you big nympho…
After walking her out, I hear Dirk's shouts coming from the swimming-pool room; he has jumped in; he's so loud and annoying I want to just fucking smack him.
***
It’s the fourth day of Dirk’s visit. I’ve just finished my work out. He walks into my room right after me; I’m picking out fresh clothes before hitting the shower. That is not his typical smile; it’s bigger. Something bad happened.
"Hi, sweatie. You like sweat, don't you?"
"Um… what's so amusing?" I feel agitation.
"This!" He shows me his phone. There it is, a photo 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 naked tits with my hands, around me the guys we spent those two weeks with, four of them. Emma, in a similar outfit, is in the background. My mind's spinning; I’m fuming. How!? When!? Why did I keep it, anyway!?
"H-howww did you..." I push that jesting motherfucker aside and shut the door. (Can I kill him? How? How!?!)
"Heh, easy, girl! Got a guy, this computer wizard. Called him after I’d found this. In 5 minutes I was in! Yeah! I fuckin’ knew something was up! Piercings in tongues, both of ya, obviously to suck 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' sixth sense for those things!"
"So, you're not a complete moron! Congratulations!" I cross my arms, my foot's stomping; actually I have no idea what to do now; I just shake my head, "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' awesome! My cousin with naked tits around a bunch 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 at one of them, "He had to have a giant cock! Right? Looks like that. Heh. Do your folks know about that?"
"Shut the fuck up! Don't you even joke about that! Who saw that beside you?"
"Hehe, nobody. Yet."
"And that computer wizard?"
"Naaah. He only told me how to crack it." He stares at the photo again, "C'mon! I wouldn't show my precious cousin to that fuck! Oh, I think I'm gonna 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 closer 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 good news is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all similar; Emma and me, the guys; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren’t there any of the much, much more embarrassing photos of me from that time—and there could’ve been—doesn’t cheer me up really. Those fuckin' pricks always find a way to me! Always! Is it me? Fuck, it has to be me! I fuckin’ kept it! Did I want to get caught? I’m fuckin’ lovin’ it, am I?
"Delete it. Now. " I demand, "Where’s the pen-drive?"
"No fuckin' way I'm gonna 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, cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne!" He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, "Chill out, it’s all cool. I just do what I do. See? I’m a true fuckin' manager! I've got all the qualifications! Maybe your daddy could learn from me."
"Uuugh..." I lean against the wall and look at the floor.
"Soo... what will we do with that, cousin?"
I raise my eyes at him. "Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh?" I come closer to him, push him, "Ride your cousin?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Yeah?" I push him again.
"Yeah."
"Shove your dick in her throat? Huh?" I push him one more time. "Shove it in her pussy? Fuck her every way?" His expression gets a bit less confident, smile gets smaller, but eyes spark, "Wanna feel her tight cunt with your bare cock?"
He gulps, but manages to repeat it one more time right in my face, "Fuck yeah!"
"Yeah?" For a quarter of a second, my heart is on pause... And I throw myself on him, kiss him; we start pushing our tongues in each other’s 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 sweat. Panting loud, I step forward; don’t even have time for hesitation, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber band off my hair. I flick it and grab his crotch fast, squeeze his hard 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 meantime, he caresses my whole body greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes! Yeah, it’s big! Goody! I boil inside; my young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy cock! Within my hand'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 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 tits love it. But I want to suck too… I’m still mesmerized by the sight of a good cock 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 thick pecker in my hand, clench my fingers on it, "Mmmm, maybe not so little..." I look him in the eye; cannot 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 lips on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that's that! Big, haaard, cock; and that velvet skin! Yes!
First, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced girl I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving kisses and playing with the tip of my tongue on his cock's shiny head. Now, he barely can stand on straight 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 pleasure is pushing his eyelids down, and he’s desperately trying to fight it back.
I take it out of my mouth with a loud 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 back, hands behind my head; spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy, my juices smeared on my inner thighs already; I'm not even slightly embarrassed . In a flash 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 shock pierces suddenly through my abdomen, it's all coming back to me. I cannot stop myself. Now, I push his head away, roughly; stand up; he gets up too, but before he straightens up I push him on the bed. Such a big boy, falling over like a log. I jump onto him.
"Now, fuck me, big boy." I pierce myself on him; his cock spreads my pussy lips and slowly slips 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 feel that cock 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 loud, astonishing myself; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the talker, and he's quiet and focused on fucking, and he barely can maintain the pace. We're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongues sticking out and wriggling like snakes. I can taste my pussy on his tongue and he must taste 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 little, but loud, 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 minute 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 tired cock. And again I slip off his cock, whip around, and say it out loud,
"I want to taste it!"
At the same moment I take it in my mouth, he jizzes; with the first stroke of my tongue. I manage to catch 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 long time. Now I hear buzzing in my head. Oh,my, God... I want more. More. More! He's amazed and shocked by all that’s happening here; his expression is priceless. I polish his purple prick, still a bit hard.
"Fu, fu, fuck!" He finally speaks, still panting heavily. "Where did you… huh, where did you... learn all that?"
"Um, long story." I say giving his cock’s head kisses.
"Hah! Guys from the photo, yeah?"
"Maybe someday I'll tell you about it."
I stand up and take a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he's 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,
"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 keep your mouth shut and this can be very beneficial for you, if, you, know, now, what, I mean..." I lean over more, my tits are close to his face, and he looks at them again, "Or… I will—and trust me on this—I will fuck you up really good."
"Heh, fuck Me up?"
"Oh, you look at me like you don't believe, but did you really believe a moment ago I could do this?" I stand straight before him, naked, "You didn't expect this was really coming, did ya? Sooo… take it or leave it."
He eyes me up with these cunning little fucking dark eyes. I don't stand down.
"Deal, cousin." He replies.
We shake hands. 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 things nobody would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his phone and delete those photos. Hopefully, he didn’t upload it anywhere else. I won't be begging him to do this; I’ll just take care of it myself.
I open all the windows in my room to get rid of the smell; then I run to the bathroom and strip off my underwear. Finally, I hit the shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the next few days. My cunt.
Thirty minutes later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the couch in the living room, watching TV like two little angels. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding; like now’s the moment they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to time; but through the whole evening, he doesn't put me in any awkward situation around them. Just like he promised.
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"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 phone with Uncle Louis."
"Uncle Louis? Are they going to visit us?" I pout since I don't like Uncle Louis nor Dirk, my stupid shitty cousin,
"Well, actually, it’s only Dirk. He’s gonna stay here for a couple of days."
"You’re kidding me, right? Why?"
"Oh, I know you two didn'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 days 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, "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 younger than you."
"Oh, right, then that must be his juvenile behavior. What did he do this time?"
"Well," my dad, a good-hearted man, as always tries to be compassionate, "he’s just a teenager, you know how it is."
"I don--" I stop myself because that would be a lie. It’s embarrassing, but I know exactly how it can be. "Okay. So he's gonna stay here, till when, exactly? Don't tell me he's going to be here on my birthday?"
"No, no, he'll be on a flight 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 week. And now I have to babysit him?"
"C'mon, I don't think he needs a babysitter, heh. It’s just to get him away from any bad influences. Especially now, when summer's near."
"Get HIM away? He is the bad influence." I say under my breath.
"Oh, c’mon, the kid just needs some perspective. They want him to go to a good colleage. They see potential in him. And he's not a stupid kid; they'd like to see him doing something with his life. Kids should know that they can—if they only work hard enough—do great things in their lives."
"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 shady ventures, but I already have suspicions it’s bullshit.
"Yeah. So, I was thinking, I can take him to the firm, show him things, maybe he'll learn something, see the big picture. We'll show him the city with mom. And maybe you could spend some time together too. In fact, Uncle Louie thought you could have also a good impact on him since you're such a good student and a… respectable girl. They really admire you, Adrianne; and no wonder. They would like that for him too. I think he could learn a lot from you."
"If you really think that, eh, I can try..." I shrug; won’t be fighting it now, since it’s already a done deal. 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 weird, beautiful, happy, and fair world, full of hard-working, smiling-to-each-other-heartily good people. For me, that idea 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 think I don't know any other worlds.
Dirk’s mom is my mom’s sister; they were both—and still are—gorgeous women. I owe my looks to the same genes. Aunt Carla married Uncle Lou, a rich asshole, and they procreated this little shit called Dirk. And now this turd's gonna 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 smile on his face when they talked about his son spending time here. And learning things from me. Yeah, things… He always let Dirk do whatever he wanted, encouraged him even. Wouldn'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 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 girls naked at the moment Aunt Carla entered? But I won’t ask my dad about it. Dirk probably couldn't be happier that this is his only punishment.
***
The next day morning 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 most families I would be just lying on the couch, with my eyes glued to the phone. Dirk's gotten bigger. He’s wearing a 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 gotten quite handsome, ripped, tanned; his jaw got chiseled, and these dark, cunning eyes... Jesus, why am I even thinking about this? Have to run on the treadmill more.
"Hi, Dirk!" Mom greets him happily. My father takes his baggage out of the car.
"Hi, cousin," I say, nodding slightly.
"Morning… Hey, Adrianne." He looks at me, lowers his sunglasses… and smiles showing teeth. (Yep, I knew it…) "Long time no see, cousin." He's evidently checking me out, around my parents, no shame. I can already see he’s bursting with energy.
Dad gives him his stuff. Dirk looks at him, then at us.
"Don't you have a maid or somethin’?"
"Not permanently." My mom answers.
He shakes his head slightly and takes one of the bags. What a dick! I think we may be needing our maid for additional hours because he's gonna break and fuck everything around.
"So how was your flight?" My mom asks him.
"A joke." He complains.
"Didn't you fly first class?"
"Yeah, sure," 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 days 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 and more agitated, I have these pesky thoughts, …and urges; it’s slowly killing me. And now, on the top of everything, this… I thought about buying myself a vibrator but now, with that idiot here, better wait with that idea. Whenever they visited us, Dirk rifled through my stuff. I think since then he could get only worse—exactly the type of guy I’ve decided to avoid after last summer; only younger, just starting his life as a privileged douche. That’s some kind of a reminder of what I did a year ago… Did I think I can forget it so easily?
***
He leaves his bags in the guest room, we walk him around the house. When we finish, he decides it's the right time to say something stupid (of course), "But that Adrianne! She's now quite a fox! Isn'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 sweet parents cannot even take 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 best students of the year?"
"Yeah, I heard! Someone has to be good 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 come off right; it’s just too much bullcrap to handle.
"I think… maybe she'll teach me something, too? Open my eyes a bit. Who knows?" He shrugs his shoulders, a bit theatrically.
Yeah, he’s breaking the ice fast… wrapping them around his finger. That he knows how to do. Do my parents even take into consideration that he's a horny, unpredictable snot? They're such believers. They don't know anything about modern youth. Maybe it's better they don’t; they would die of heart attacks otherwise. That is also why I won't be telling on him. Not that I feel obligated to maintain any solidarity with my fellow here, I just don't want to bother 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 body’s already in. I'm lying on the bed with a book.
"Yo!"
"What's up?" I say lazily.
For a moment he says 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 jaded manner. "See you've got the glasses. They enhance the look."
"Yeah?" Still lazily.
He turns to me, "That piercing in your tongue? 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 remainder of the last year's summer craziness; 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 read but my sight follows his every move. (Don'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 and such, but cannot 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 daddy like son. Only worse. At least he knows the word 'progress'. Poor auntie, she not only has an asshole husband but also a prick for a son. She probably decides just not to notice too much.
"Why aren't you a model or something?" He asks me at some point.
"Beee… Becaaause, why should I be?"
"Beeecuuuaaassseee, heh", he mocks me, "you got the right body? Ain’t ya? In case you've never seen yourself… or whatever." He goes through the pages of my photo album, smiling at something widely from time to time.
"Oooh, gosh, you know, I... haven't. Ever. Thanks for the advice. Will be searching for those things they call mirrors from now on."
He puffs. Sexual innuendos are only a matter of time. He asks me if I have a boyfriend. I say 'no'. That's another reason for a choked laugh; maybe now he thinks I'm a virgin. Then he says straight forward that he doesn't believe such a piece of ass can go through life without some solid poking. "Something's wrong here, cousin."
I immediately react with strong indignation—I've learned if I react extremely offended at any remark regarding fucking it usually gets guys off my tail—it makes them think I'm a total stiff, although better that than them suspecting anything. Nevertheless, Dirk's right here… it doesn’t add up. Nonetheless, I go with it. He stares at me for a moment, I look at him; quite a 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 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 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 hire 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 have a Ferrari."
"Uhm, cause he’s a family man, Dirk? And it’s a family car."
"My old man has a Ferrari."
"Yeah, he's... great."
"I spin in that bad boy sometimes, you know. Wanna go for a ride some day?"
Suddenly, a wave of heat hits me; mute memories 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.
"Fuck you," I say only in my head.
***
My parents ask me to spend some time with him and leave us alone at home for a while. He instantly starts trying to drag me to our indoor pool. Forget about it; I wouldn'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 first thing, he starts to flex his bisceps in front of me.
"Good, huh?"
"Sure. You’re coming or not?"
Actually, for a teenager his muscles are quite powerful, very few boys this age look that good. If he weren'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 minutes of playing he’s apparently bored. So he starts again…
"Hey. I know a different game, we should play that instead."
"Yeah? What’s the 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 cock." He’s repeating.
"You're not getting on my nerves. I know guys like you, Dirk."
"The greatest? Heh, you don'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 more than a punishment for you. You know that, and you're trying to play my parents and turn it into one big party."
"Uh-oh. You got me." He says sarcastically staring into the screen. "My whole plan is exposed. Whaaat to dooo--"
"Shut up and play."
"Jeezzz, I hoped for some fun with ya, cousin. Get some party started! Invite some friends! I could get to know your BFs. But nooo… Why you have to be such a stiff? Do you even have any 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 gonna 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 favor and teach ya."
"Jesus Christ!" I throw the pad aside. "Are you shitting me!? Teach me? Teenage expert? Just… don’t make me laugh."
I immediately regret saying it.
"Oh, I can, cousin, I can teach you a lot of stuff." He still tries to piss me off.
No reaction, deep 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 feel it. He speaks again, "You wanna tell me something?"
"Um, no?"
"Nooo? Or… yes?" Another pause, "…you’re fuckin’ hiding something."
"Hey, will you ever shut up?"
"Oh man! You are! You’re fuckin’ hiding somethin’" I must be all red (Fuck!), "Tell me, tell me! Tell me!"
"Shut up? Shut up? Shut up!"
For a moment, a hush falls, only the game noises now, and then suddenly Dirk’s loud chuckling peals, "Hah! You're fuckin' hiding something!"
"…you're such a shithead."
I’m pissed and tired with that; he’s not even on to me, he’s just wishfully thinking out loud.
"You…" He leans closer and stares at me, scratching his chin; I can see him in my peripheral vision, "…sucked a cock?" I just slightly shake my head, 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 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 show it to me tomorrow; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more time to persuade me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to forget about the last time with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. Kind of torture for me. She does that this time too.Trying to change the subject, I tell her about the retard I’m living with under one roof now and how he got here.
"What's his name?" She asks.
"Dirk."
"Dirk. Huh. Sounds like a dick. Is he... a dick? 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.
"Don't even think about that." I interrupt her chain of dangerous thoughts; the thing is, for some reason Emma has a „thing” for big pricks, metaphorically and literally. And she’s bored lately…
"Why not?" She purposely says it like a little child.
"Because! He's eighteen."
"Interesting. Does he--"
"Emma, I don't know."
"Could you… check 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 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! Isn't he?"
"Hmm, yeah… I guess. Now, I really need to go."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"I love you…"
"Jeez… See ya later. Emma."
"Wait!"
"What now!?"
"I'm bored…"
"I know. We'll talk later."
I hang up. She has changed so much during this year. But I'm guessing being a secret nympho, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, kind of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can change a person… But we try not to talk about that.
When I'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our family cat, and yelling at the poor thing, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to hide from him. Something has to be done with Dick. Dirk.
***
Next day Emma comes in. She shows me her tattoo, while still standing in the front doorway; it's a fauna motif on the right side of her waist; it goes over her loins almost reaching her lower 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 snake’s head at the end.
"What did your parents say?" I ask.
"Nothing…"
"Huh… of course. You didn't tell them. You think they won't notice that thing somehow?"
"I can hide it at home wearing what I wear every day; that's no problem. So, Adrianne, where's this cousin of yours you've been talking about?"
"He's..." I look around, "somewhere; probably tormenting my cat."
"He wants to get into your 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 sick."
"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 fault of ours—it was, heh, pretty fuckin' funny, right?"
"I… I don’t know. I’m over it."
She chuckles lightly, "I simply just don'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 worse, innocently ask them their opinion of it and give the secret away without realizing they had done it until Emma’s mother collapsed onto the floor.
"Hey, Mrs.Van Houten!"
"Oh, hi, Emma! Nice to see you. Did you meet our guest yet?" Says my mom, sounding as always so unbelievably nice.
"Oh, I haven't had the chance yet," Emma says, looking at me and cocking her eyebrows.
"Dirk, honey? Could you come in here?" Mom calls him.
After a moment he comes in with hands stuck in pockets. He spots Emma and slows down.
"Well, well, well. Hello." He looks at her like a hungry wolf. And Emma loves it. My mom stands next to them and apparently chooses not to see the obvious; that is, the 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 girls did this craziness last summer." Mom flaps her hands, "I got used to it. Actually, Dirk, Emma is one of the best first year students too."
"Oooh." Dirk nods, mocking interest, "I'm really glad I'm here. Maybe I will finally figure out what I want to do with my life here, just like my folks want me to. I really think they had a good idea sending me here." Dirk again chats my mom up, it’s all a big joke to him. Mom smiles at him almost affectionately.
Now I am standing among the three of them: my mom; Emma, gazing at him lusciously, probably just to spite me; and that little fuck salivating at the sight of her and also my—his own 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 asshole 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 last year—that’s a long story…—or her remarks 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 classic; this time, "Vacation in Rome". Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation with my cousin is resolving itself; and she winks. Eh, Emma… what are you even thinking about, you big nympho…
After walking her out, I hear Dirk's shouts coming from the swimming-pool room; he has jumped in; he's so loud and annoying I want to just fucking smack him.
***
It’s the fourth day of Dirk’s visit. I’ve just finished my work out. He walks into my room right after me; I’m picking out fresh clothes before hitting the shower. That is not his typical smile; it’s bigger. Something bad happened.
"Hi, sweatie. You like sweat, don't you?"
"Um… what's so amusing?" I feel agitation.
"This!" He shows me his phone. There it is, a photo 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 naked tits with my hands, around me the guys we spent those two weeks with, four of them. Emma, in a similar outfit, is in the background. My mind's spinning; I’m fuming. How!? When!? Why did I keep it, anyway!?
"H-howww did you..." I push that jesting motherfucker aside and shut the door. (Can I kill him? How? How!?!)
"Heh, easy, girl! Got a guy, this computer wizard. Called him after I’d found this. In 5 minutes I was in! Yeah! I fuckin’ knew something was up! Piercings in tongues, both of ya, obviously to suck 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' sixth sense for those things!"
"So, you're not a complete moron! Congratulations!" I cross my arms, my foot's stomping; actually I have no idea what to do now; I just shake my head, "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' awesome! My cousin with naked tits around a bunch 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 at one of them, "He had to have a giant cock! Right? Looks like that. Heh. Do your folks know about that?"
"Shut the fuck up! Don't you even joke about that! Who saw that beside you?"
"Hehe, nobody. Yet."
"And that computer wizard?"
"Naaah. He only told me how to crack it." He stares at the photo again, "C'mon! I wouldn't show my precious cousin to that fuck! Oh, I think I'm gonna 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 closer 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 good news is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all similar; Emma and me, the guys; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren’t there any of the much, much more embarrassing photos of me from that time—and there could’ve been—doesn’t cheer me up really. Those fuckin' pricks always find a way to me! Always! Is it me? Fuck, it has to be me! I fuckin’ kept it! Did I want to get caught? I’m fuckin’ lovin’ it, am I?
"Delete it. Now. " I demand, "Where’s the pen-drive?"
"No fuckin' way I'm gonna 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, cousin. Adrianne. Adrianne!" He puts his hand on my shoulder mocking a sad face, "Chill out, it’s all cool. I just do what I do. See? I’m a true fuckin' manager! I've got all the qualifications! Maybe your daddy could learn from me."
"Uuugh..." I lean against the wall and look at the floor.
"Soo... what will we do with that, cousin?"
I raise my eyes at him. "Hmmm, and what do you want to do, huh?" I come closer to him, push him, "Ride your cousin?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Yeah?" I push him again.
"Yeah."
"Shove your dick in her throat? Huh?" I push him one more time. "Shove it in her pussy? Fuck her every way?" His expression gets a bit less confident, smile gets smaller, but eyes spark, "Wanna feel her tight cunt with your bare cock?"
He gulps, but manages to repeat it one more time right in my face, "Fuck yeah!"
"Yeah?" For a quarter of a second, my heart is on pause... And I throw myself on him, kiss him; we start pushing our tongues in each other’s 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 sweat. Panting loud, I step forward; don’t even have time for hesitation, he presses himself onto me and takes the rubber band off my hair. I flick it and grab his crotch fast, squeeze his hard 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 meantime, he caresses my whole body greedily.
Finally, his cock pops out, Yes, yes, yes! Yeah, it’s big! Goody! I boil inside; my young cousin has a bbbig, ssstiff, sssinewy cock! Within my hand'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 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 tits love it. But I want to suck too… I’m still mesmerized by the sight of a good cock 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 thick pecker in my hand, clench my fingers on it, "Mmmm, maybe not so little..." I look him in the eye; cannot 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 lips on it, clench it in between them nicely. Yes, yes, that's that! Big, haaard, cock; and that velvet skin! Yes!
First, I suck it tenderly and sheepishly, like the polite inexperienced girl I pretend to be, then I go to jerking him off while giving kisses and playing with the tip of my tongue on his cock's shiny head. Now, he barely can stand on straight 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 pleasure is pushing his eyelids down, and he’s desperately trying to fight it back.
I take it out of my mouth with a loud 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 back, hands behind my head; spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy, my juices smeared on my inner thighs already; I'm not even slightly embarrassed . In a flash 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 shock pierces suddenly through my abdomen, it's all coming back to me. I cannot stop myself. Now, I push his head away, roughly; stand up; he gets up too, but before he straightens up I push him on the bed. Such a big boy, falling over like a log. I jump onto him.
"Now, fuck me, big boy." I pierce myself on him; his cock spreads my pussy lips and slowly slips 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 feel that cock 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 loud, astonishing myself; feels a bit like dreaming. Now I am the talker, and he's quiet and focused on fucking, and he barely can maintain the pace. We're back to this wet, vulgar kissing with tongues sticking out and wriggling like snakes. I can taste my pussy on his tongue and he must taste 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 little, but loud, 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 minute 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 tired cock. And again I slip off his cock, whip around, and say it out loud,
"I want to taste it!"
At the same moment I take it in my mouth, he jizzes; with the first stroke of my tongue. I manage to catch 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 long time. Now I hear buzzing in my head. Oh,my, God... I want more. More. More! He's amazed and shocked by all that’s happening here; his expression is priceless. I polish his purple prick, still a bit hard.
"Fu, fu, fuck!" He finally speaks, still panting heavily. "Where did you… huh, where did you... learn all that?"
"Um, long story." I say giving his cock’s head kisses.
"Hah! Guys from the photo, yeah?"
"Maybe someday I'll tell you about it."
I stand up and take a deep breath.
He is gloating, though he's 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,
"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 keep your mouth shut and this can be very beneficial for you, if, you, know, now, what, I mean..." I lean over more, my tits are close to his face, and he looks at them again, "Or… I will—and trust me on this—I will fuck you up really good."
"Heh, fuck Me up?"
"Oh, you look at me like you don't believe, but did you really believe a moment ago I could do this?" I stand straight before him, naked, "You didn't expect this was really coming, did ya? Sooo… take it or leave it."
He eyes me up with these cunning little fucking dark eyes. I don't stand down.
"Deal, cousin." He replies.
We shake hands. 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 things nobody would expect from me. Still, I have to get on his phone and delete those photos. Hopefully, he didn’t upload it anywhere else. I won't be begging him to do this; I’ll just take care of it myself.
I open all the windows in my room to get rid of the smell; then I run to the bathroom and strip off my underwear. Finally, I hit the shower. Yep, he will be fucking something here for the next few days. My cunt.
Thirty minutes later, my parents come back home after shopping. We greet them both, from the couch in the living room, watching TV like two little angels. After unpacking, they join us. My heart is pounding; like now’s the moment they can find out what we did somehow. Dirk smiles cunningly from time to time; but through the whole evening, he doesn't put me in any awkward situation around them. Just like he promised.
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