Latest incest story: Bad Influence – by Adrianne Van Houten. Summer’s coming again. This time bringing, not only a heatwave and together with it the memories about crazy things I did the last year, but also my terrible cousin.

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Latest incest story: Bad Influence – Chapter 1.1

by Adrianne Van Houten

Now I have to spend ten days with that evil creature under one roof and make this time as pleasant as possible…

I’m running on the treadmill when my dad enters the room. I take my earpieces out; looks like he has something important to announce, otherwise he wouldn’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 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.