My name is Heidi, I’m a 22 year old Egyptian girl living in the United States. After graduating college I decided to take time to visit with my family overseas before getting tied down to a rigid entry level job. Before this trip I had only ever vacationed back home for about two weeks at a time. I wanted something more, world experience if you will. So I decided to spend the whole summer there. I’ve always bragged about my Egyptian culture to my American friends- teaching them how to belly dance knowing full well they can’t move their hips like I can move mine, showing off my sexy accent when I teach them Arabic. I’m the exotic one of my group of friends with my wild black ringlet curls falling just short of my bum, olive skin tone, green eyes, and freckles. I liked the attention I’d get for being different than the American girls, but I never realized just how American I was myself until this summer. ********************* escort My cousin Zaid and I sit outside the café on the rocks by the water, smoking our cigarettes and catching up. The Mediterranean is beautiful, especially with the reflection of the moon dancing on the surface. There’s a lull in our conversation, but I don’t mind since I’m taking in the view. “You know I love you Heidi.” “I love you too Zaid!” “No, I don’t think you get it. I am in love with you, always have been.” I’m in shock. I know in Egypt it’s okay for cousins to marry and it’s not even uncommon, but being raised in the States it’s something I never even thought about. I’m really not good under pressure and I try to think of something to say that won’t hurt him, that won’t make things awkward between us the rest of the summer, and won’t make him hate me. “I love you, you’re like a brother to me,” The look on his face tells me bayan escort I chose exactly the wrong words. “You’re a great guy, and any girl would be lucky…” “Save it.” “No I’m serious! It’s just that, well I’m American. It’s not okay there, so I’ve never thought of you in that way and…” “It’s fine I said save it! We should get going.” The cab ride back is silent, awkward, and painful. I want to say something to make him feel better but I can’t think of anything. So I say nothing. That night I can’t sleep. I’m thinking about Zaid and how much I hurt him. Why was I so quick to turn him down? He really is a wonderful guy. Handsome too- about six feet, with tan skin, and dark eyes with lashes any girl would kill for. He has such a kind face. I can’t believe I could hurt someone with such a kind face, but I did. I start replaying our conversation over and over in my mind. Then I start to think of escort bayan how differently it could have gone. Without even realizing it, I’m touching myself to the thought of losing my virginity to my cousin. I rub my clit until I fall asleep. ******************** Knock knock knock knock! I wait. Zaid answers the door after about a minute. “Oh hi,” I say sheepishly. “You’re surprised to see me? This is my house you know.” “I know.” I try to think of something cute or clever to say. I want to tell him I haven’t stopped thinking about him since we parted last night. “Your mom’s not home?” Of all the things I could have said! Brilliant… “She is not.” “Mind if I wait?” “Be my guest.” Zaid pushes the door open for me and without a single word more, turns to go back into the kitchen. “Whatever you’re making smells amazing!” I say as I follow him to the kitchen, even though I know he would rather me wait in the living room so he doesn’t have to see me. “You can try some if you want.” I grab a spoon and take a huge bite into my mouth. “IT’S CHOCOLATEY!” I say, probably a little too excitedly. Some spills out of the corner of my mouth and runs down my chin.