All Chapters of CROOKED: In love with my cousin's boyfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

On the way back, I got a call from Rosa, my brother’s classmate, asking for my help to pick Danilo up from her house.When I arrived, I found a family annoyed by the spectacle my younger brother had just made—showing up out of nowhere in the middle of the night at his friend’s house, completely drunk and shouting incoherently. Though not all of it was nonsense: I soon figured out where this had come from.I apologized to the girl’s parents and even her little sister, a child no older than five. Then, the med student helped me load Danilo into the back seat of my car, and I drove off. I thought hard about taking him home, but I didn’t want to worry my parents, much less face their questions about why I’d returned from Viana—and definitely not with their other son in this state. I also refused to pay for a hotel; I wouldn’t fall back into that habit. So I had no choice but to take him to the apartment I shared with Maël. Now, the two of us stood in the doorway of the guest room, wat

The living room of my apartment… Correction. The living room of our apartment became the entertainment hub for the only people who knew about the place: Joao, Danilo, Maël, and me. It wasn’t just about games, parties, or (as the dark-haired one liked to call them) "tech hangouts." It was also about endless hours spent on me, performing characters I’d played onstage or worked on behind the scenes. In other words, I was the entertainment—and as much as I loved my profession, I hoped their obsession with watching me act would fade someday. And it was all my brother’s fault! He’d told them that before they died, they *had* to see me perform. So dramatic. "She’s like a natural-born impersonator, but she impersonates things she invents herself," he’d said. But that wasn’t the moment I actually wanted to kill him. No, he took the opportunity to inform them that somewhere in the vast wasteland of the internet, my "little body" (his words) appeared in videos—acting, rehearsing, teaching, and e

For logistical reasons, we didn’t leave for the trip the next day, but two days later. Rosa, who had quietly been holding the best cards, surprised us by revealing that she still had a contact card given to her by one of the co-founders of IMTBIKE—a Spaniard named Alfredo Milmoar, the son of one of her patients during her university hospital rotations. Coincidence? Something told me this trip had been planned long before the graduation party, that I was the only one left out of the loop, and that sweet Rosa had been the one to suggest the motorcycle tour through Portugal’s landscapes. On one hand, their little charade to avoid alarming me was fair, given how cautious I was about my relationship with Maël. On the other hand, I felt a bit deceived. The fact that they had planned something without telling me, without including me, or only filling me in once the decision was practically made… I didn’t like it. In fact, I hated every time they talked among themselves, those moments when

We arrived at a hotel in that beautiful town called Alentejo, a place I fervently wished would captivate me. I was filled with fears like never before, even starting to regret having traveled—who could understand me? At first, I hated the motorcycle, then I loved it madly, and later, that same machine was the only thing keeping me constantly entertained. Our arrivals should have meant rest and contemplation. Yet, at that point in the journey, I felt different, filled with desires, doubts, and questions that repeated and renewed in my mind every time my fears resurfaced. As we ate, I glanced sideways at the group, feeling both right and wrong at the same time. Danilo, with hair as black as mine and his youthful face—thick eyebrows, square jaw—always detached, cracking jokes about his university friends and sharing how happy he was to start his hospital internship. Joao, playful and joking as usual, with that enviable height, face, eyes, and body—yet never boastful, making clever rema

I woke up the next day with Maël between my legs. I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back, feeling the exquisite sensation of those magnificent, experienced lips, licking and stealing each of my gasps, as if my lower lips were about to say something and he wouldn't let them.I grabbed his brown hair as I felt his tongue inside me, drawing him closer to my center, longing for him, but not wanting him to take his mouth away. For a moment, I imagined having both things there, and the thought almost made me come.I bent down to grab him, and he, understanding my plans, knelt down without moving far from me, letting me caress him there. His gasps unnerved me.That was what I liked most about him, that devotion and dedication, the communication that our bodies took care of expressing."Good morning," I managed to say.He took his mouth away from my lower lips, climbed on top of me, spread my legs, and entered me. How easy he made it! Butter with raspberries and honey.His thrusts