Weeks turned into months, and our secret life as cousins-turned-lovers only grew more intense. Bilal and I were inseparable in the shadows, our days filled with stolen glances and our nights with raw, unbridled passion. I felt so proud and loved by him—my own cousin, who treated me like the sexiest girl on earth. He worshipped my body, his eyes devouring my chubby curves, my 34C breasts, and every inch of my skin as if I were a goddess. It wasn't just lust; it was adoration that made my heart swell. And the way he got aroused, his thick dick hardening at the mere scent of me, sniffing his fingers after fingering my wet pussy—it made me feel special, cherished, like I was the only one who could drive him wild.