Bad Influance #1

by Adrianne Van Houten

  "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 bel
ieve 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.