The Annoying Cousin

“No fucking chance,” I said, the word just slipping out. I couldn’t give a shit though. This had bad news written all over it.

“Language Han,” he said. “Please don’t make this harder.” His look softened my bitchiness slightly, tugging at my deepest emotions, that pissed me off even more.

“But he’s such a dick,” I moaned, cringing at the whine in my voice. “Surely there’s another option?”

“There isn’t,” dad said. “They’re all going through a hard time Han, and we have to help them out.”

“Didn’t you hear the him being a dick part?” I mumbled. My dad was annoyingly right. I couldn’t really kick up that much fuss. “Surely he’s old enough to look after himself anyway?”

“Apparently not,” dad mumbled. That spoke volumes, I thought. “He might be nineteen but he’s a bit of a……handful.” I knew he wanted to say idiot.

“Sounds promising,” I said.

“You haven’t seen him for years,” my dad offered. “Maybe he’s changed. Plus I’ll take you shopping to make up for it.”

“That new jacket?” I asked. I cursed myself for being easily brought.

“If that makes my baby happy,” he said.

“It does,” I said. It didn’t, not really, but I saw the futility in my argument and at least I got something out of it.

“I’ll even make sure the spare rooms ready for the dickhead,” I added.

“I’ll see if I can take the week off,” he said. “Save you trying to entertain him.”

Fucking entertain!! I almost burst. Fat chance of that. I was staying out of his way. I can’t describe how much of a twat he was to me growing up, it would take some forgiveness on my part. I knew my dad wouldn’t get the time off, his job didn’t work that way. He just liked saying stuff to make me happy.

“We’ll be fine dad,” I said through gritted teeth. “Don’t mess your work up.”

“Thank you baby,” dad said. He passed behind me and bent down, his large firm hands on my bare shoulders, his lips touched my cheek, his morning stubble grazing my skin. Every nerve in my body flared at his touch, making me tremble, heat rising low in my abdomen.

I grunted in response, not trusting my voice to stay even. He left and I finished my cereal, trying not to get anxious about our temporary guest. If I ignored him it would be fine, right? I could still feel my dad’s touch. I sighed.

I left the kitchen and headed upstairs, dragging my thoughts away from my dad and to my cousin, remembering what an asshole he used to be.

I also remembered, with a strong sense of embarrassment, the crush I had on him when I was smaller. Following him around like he was god’s gift to me, even though he was really mean to me.

I used to draw doodles in my school books of hearts and our initials. Jesus, he was my cousin. I was fucked up even back then.

Luckily as I grew older I realised what a twat he was. I still thought he was fit of course, but luckily his douchebag personality stopped me trying to hump his leg. He knew I had liked him though and he had been an asshole about it.

He couldn’t still be the same. Surely not. Everyone has to grow up at some point. Nineteen was surely a douchebag shedding stage. I mean I was eighteen now and I had stopped being such a bitch. Well, mostly. Guess I would find out tomorrow how much of a prick he still was.

………

“HANNAH!” My dad bellowed for the second time. I groaned. Louder this time. I couldn’t get away without answering again.

“WHAT!” I bellowed back.

“THEY’LL BE HERE SOON,” he shouted.

“I’M UP,” I shouted back. “BE DOWN IN A BIT.”

I wasn’t up, but it was work in progress. The motivation to see my cousin not exactly filling me with the necessary components to get my skinny ass up.

I groaned again. Something else was bothering me too. I was currently horny as fuck. To be honest, I was always horny, but sometimes it was worse, and this was one of those moments.

A few more minutes to take care of it? I wondered. It wouldn’t help though. I had played with myself twice last night and I think it had just made me hornier. Maybe my dad would come in and discover me mid fap, help me out even.

“Fucks sake Han,” I mumbled. I sat up quickly before I started grabbing toys from my drawer. It would have to wait.

I went and had a wee and the coldest shower I could manage. Then I was back in my room getting dressed.

I stuck on some black adidas tracksuit bottoms and a black cropped cotton vest top. I had a quick look in my full length mirror. My hands caressed my flat stomach and thin waist. I moaned softly, resisting the urge to push my hand down under the waistband of my bottoms.

I shook my head. “Get it together dickhead,” I mumbled. I brushed my long blonde hair. My normal colour was brunette, but I liked to mix it up sometimes. I liked the extra attention the blonde bought me. I headed downstairs.

“Morning,” I said to my dad.

“Hey sleepy head,” he replied. I went over and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek as he made some poached eggs. He placed one hand on the small of my back and pulled me in for a casual hug. I nearly squirted in my underwear at the fingers on my skin. I pulled away quickly, hiding the pinkness.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah….of course….why?” I stammered. I wondered if he knew how horny I got. It didn’t feel like my body was very discreet about it.

“Just asking,” he said. “I know you’re worried about Mason staying, but I’m positive it’ll be fine. I couldn’t get any time off though.”

“That’s okay,” I said. I couldn’t be angry with him. He had always worked hard to give me the best life. Everything had always been about making me happy. That’s why I loved him so much. Too much even. I didn’t need anyone else in my life. Only for the filling my needs part, and there was usually a willing participant for that somewhere.

We ate breakfast and were drinking coffee when the doorbell rang. My dad jumped up to get it and I stood. I took my cup to the sink and gave it a quick wash. I turned and leant back against the kitchen worktop.

My dad came back and my Auntie was right behind. I started moving.

“Hey gorgeous,” my Auntie said. I smiled and hugged her hard. She squeezed me against her. I loved big soft Auntie cuddles. Even at eighteen.

“Morning milf,” I said. She laughed. I’m sure I heard my dad’s eyes roll beside me. It was a joke between my Auntie and me. From when I jokingly told her it meant ‘Mummy I love forever.’ She believed me and embarrassed herself soon after.

“How’s my favourite niece?” She said. “Love the hair.” She held my face and appraised the new look. I blushed.

“Good thank you,” I replied, grinning. “Enjoying my time off from uni.”

I saw him enter behind my Auntie. We made eye contact, and I smiled stupidly.

Oh my god, I thought. The bastard was way fitter than he used to be. I didn’t think it was possible. I had hoped it was the opposite, but no such luck. He was gorgeous. On the outside at least. I already felt the giddy idiot of my younger years returning.

I felt the pinkness rise in my cheeks as he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, trying the, I hate you, but have to be polite smile. I know I failed. My auntie let me go and went over to my dad.

“Hi Hannah,” he said. “Nice to see you again.” He moved in and hugged me. I was surprised as he wrapped his arms around me before pulling back again. “Love the hair, always thought you should be blonde.”

I smiled, but I was sure I heard something in his tone. The blonde comment seemed to have hidden meaning. I chastised myself for being paranoid.

“Hey Mason,” I replied. “Thanks. You’re looking…um….well.” I was still thinking about the hug. It felt good in his arms, his powerful tall frame squeezing my skinny 5’3″ petite body. He felt pretty fit too. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay thanks,” he replied. “Been a tough week, of course.” I saw sadness in his eyes. They had lost his grandad. His dad’s dad. My Auntie and uncle were heading up to Scotland to sort some stuff out. Mason would join them later for the funeral.

“Yeah I bet,” I said. “Sorry.”

“That’s fine,” he replied. “He’d been ill for a while.”

I touched his upper arm and squeezed gently. I don’t know what made me do it, an awkward gesture made because I was shit at sympathy. His arm felt good though, his muscles hard beneath my palm. He was still looking at me and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I quickly snatched my hand away.

“Can I get you a drink?” I blurted.

He smiled. “Yes please,” he said. “Got any squash?”

I poured him a drink and he nodded towards our parents and the living room. I guessed he didn’t like them talking about his granddad’s death.

I followed. Flashbacks of younger me following him around entered my head. I felt annoyed with myself. I was being silly.

“Fucking hell,” he said, surprising me as he turned as soon as we entered the living room. “Look at you.” His eyes roamed over my body hungrily. “I bet you practically live with dick inside you.”

“Pardon?” I gasped.

“You’re so fucking fit,” he said. “Skinny, but i like that. Bet they’re queuing up for you. I imagine you just lie there and let them at it. Legs open and ready. Once a slut always a slut.”

What the actual fuck! I thought.

“I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere. Thanks,” I replied, amazingly keeping my cool. I knew him being nice was too good to be true. He literally stepped right back into asshole mode. This was how he used to talk to me so it wasn’t that surprising. “See you’re still a twat then. Actually had me fooled back there.”

“Good aren’t I?” He said. “Noticed you were still after some of this.” He grabbed his crotch and I was glad it made me want to vomit.

“In your fucking dreams,” I said.

“You will be in my dreams later,” he said. “And I’m going to do it all to that stunning body of yours.”

“You’re so fucking gross,” I said, cringing.

“Just how you love it,” he said. He plonked himself down on the sofa and switched the TV on, not saying another word. I stared at him for a bit and then left the room. I was so stunned by the interaction that I didn’t know how to handle it. I just headed back to my dad and Auntie instead, pretending the weird episode hadn’t happened.