Latest incest story: Bad Influence – Chapter 1.2
by Adrianne Van Houten
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.
Parent Post: Bad Influence – by Adrianne Van Houten
- Bad Influence - Chapter 1.2
- Bad Influence - Chapter 2.1
- Bad Influence - Chapter 2.2
- Bad Influence - Chapter 3.1
- Bad Influence - Chapter 3.2
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