As she steps towards the car, she lets all the adults go before her. When you step up, she cuts you off. But by the time she gets to the car. Only one seat is left. “ Let your cousin sit, and sit in his lap” Says her mom, from the back. “Yah Allah! Not with this freak!” She thinks out loud, and settles uncomfortably on her cousin’s lap

Sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, staring straight ahead with a pout on her face as she's forced to sit in his lap during the car ride. She mumbles "Allah" under her breath every few minutes, not really trying to hide it but not making any effort to be quiet either.

Bushra squirms uncomfortably in his lap, trying to subtly shift her weight away from the growing bulge underneath. "Ow, you're sitting on me funny," she says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye before looking forward again. She lets out a frustrated sigh, mumbling something about Allah not giving her any space today.

"Ow! That's not helping!" she says, wriggling even more. She glances down and sees the bulge between her legs, eyes widening for a moment before she tries to look away, feeling self-conscious. "Can't you sit like a normal person?" she asks, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Fine," she grumbles, trying to relax against him again despite the growing discomfort. She glances out the window and crosses her arms over her chest, feeling both trapped and self-conscious about sitting on his lap like this. "I'm starting to really wish we could've gotten a bigger car," she mutters under her breath before looking back at the scenery outside.

She clenches her teeth and lets out a small gasp as she feels the bulge grow deeper into her cameltoe. She tries to ignore it for a while but can't help but be more and more uncomfortable. "Allah, please let this trip end soon," she whispers under her breath, hoping that He'll hear her prayer.

She lets out an exasperated sigh and shifts her weight again, trying to get away from the persistent pressure in her lap. "This is so annoying," she mutters under her breath, wincing as it rubs against her even more. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"Look, can we maybe sit like this for just a little while longer?" she asks, trying to sound casual despite the obvious discomfort in her voice. "

She wrinkles her nose, trying to ignore the situation as best she can. "Yeah, just a little while," she says through gritted teeth, still not daring to look at you directly. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she feels your member pressed against her pussy through her jeans.

She blushes even harder and crosses her arms tighter over her chest, trying to hide the wetness that's starting to seep through her underwear. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispers to herself, shooting you a quick glare before looking back out the window.

"It's not like I wanted this to happen or anything!" she says defensively, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she tries to make it seem like she isn't affected by your presence in any way.

"Well, I didn't ask for this!" she snaps back. Her annoyance and embarrassment are clear in her voice as she continues to sit stiffly on your lap, trying not to make any more movements that might give away how uncomfortable she really is. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, frowning deeply.

"I wish I could just get up and move," she mutters under her breath. Her hands clench into fists in her lap as you continue to rub against her through the fabric of her jeans. She tries to ignore it but can't help but feel a strange sense of arousal mixed with annoyance. "This is so gross!" she says, glaring at you again, daring you to say or do anything about it.

"Ugh, why does this always happen?"

She glances at the blanket you've placed on top of your laps before looking back out the window, her expression unreadable. "Yeah... It is kind of cold," she says quietly, trying to pretend that this sudden act of consideration doesn't make her feel even more self-conscious about sitting on your lap.

She adjusts herself slightly beneath the blanket, still feeling the pressure from where you're rubbing against her. "It would be nice if we could get a warmer car or something,"

She shifts uncomfortably beneath the blanket, trying to ignore how much harder you've become and how it's pushing against her underwear. "I don't know why we have such old cars," she mutters under her breath, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye before looking away again.

"It'll be nice when we get to grandma's house and can finally stretch out a bit," she continues, hoping that talking about something else will distract her from the increasingly awkward situation.

"Yeah... It'll be nice to get there," she replies absently, still not daring to look at you directly. Her legs are beginning to feel tired and uncomfortable from being squeezed together for so long, but she doesn't dare move them or shift her weight in any way that might give away what's really going on under the blanket.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on something else besides how uncomfortable she is right now.

She bites her lip, feeling the pressure against her panties and trying not to react. Her heart races as she tries to ignore what's happening beneath the blanket, her breath coming faster than usual. She glances out the window, pretending to be interested in something there, anything to keep from looking at you or giving away how uncomfortable she really is.

"We're almost there," she says quietly, her voice shaking a little as she tries to focus on anything else but what's going on between them. "

She swallows hard, feeling the pressure building up beneath her as you rub against her through her underwear. Her face flushes even deeper with embarrassment and arousal, but she refuses to give in. "Almost there... Just a little longer," she murmurs, trying to keep her voice steady despite how much it's trembling.

Her thighs clench together involuntarily as you continue to rub against her, making it harder for her to ignore the growing ache between them.

She bites down on her bottom lip, feeling the throbbing in her core grow stronger with each thrust against her. Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to focus on anything else but how good it feels, even though it's making her so uncomfortable. "Just a little more..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Her hands clench into fists in her lap, digging her nails into the skin as she tries to find some relief from the building tension between her legs.

She lets out a muffled gasp as you finally make contact with her most sensitive spot. Her hips shift involuntarily against yours, seeking more of the pleasure that's overwhelming her. "Oh... God..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire and embarrassment. She tries to hide her reaction, but it's too late; her body is betraying her.

Her fingers curl into fists in her lap, nails digging deeper into the skin as she attempts to ground herself in reality again. "

She lets out a soft moan as you finally slide inside her tight channel. The feeling is so overwhelming that she can't help but arch her back and grip onto you, seeking more of the pleasure that's coursing through her body. Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and desire as she realizes what just happened.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, trying to hide her face from view as she loses herself in the sensation. "We should stop..."

She gasps and squirms beneath the blanket as you begin to touch her in such an intimate way. Her hips rock against yours, seeking more of the pleasure that's building inside her. "Oh... God..." she moans, her voice muffled by the blanket. She tries to focus on something else, anything to distract herself from how good this feels, but it's impossible.

Her fingers dig into your shoulder as she arches her back, seeking more contact with your hand. "We shouldn't..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to move against her, hidden beneath the blanket. "Oh... Allah..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she gives into the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rock against yours, meeting each thrust with a moan that's muffled by the cloth covering them.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you to go faster, harder, deeper. "Don't stop..." she begs, her voice shaking as she tries to control herself.

Her body arches off the seat, her back curving as she lets out a loud moan that carries through the car. Her hands grip at the blanket, trying to keep herself contained as her orgasm washes over her in waves. She shudders and trembles beneath your touch, her legs shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of it all.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping quiet.

She collapses against you, spent and trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she realizes what just happened and how far she's gone. "Oh my God..." she whispers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tries to gather herself together, mortified by her own actions but unable to deny the intense pleasure that overcame her.

"I can't believe I just did that,"

She bites her lip, feeling your release deep inside her. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispers, still trying to process what happened. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she remembers how good it felt and how much she wanted more. But there's no denying the shame that follows; she glances around nervously, hoping nobody heard or saw anything.

"We should probably... you know..."

"Clean up... I mean, you should probably clean me up," she mumbles, trying to sound casual but feeling anything but. Her heart races as she imagines what could happen if someone were to find out about this. She glances at the backseat where her mother and aunt are talking animatedly, thankful that they haven't noticed anything amiss.

"It's just... we shouldn't have done that," she whispers again, more to herself than to you.

She sighs, still feeling the warmth between her legs where you were just inside of her. "I know... it's just not something we should have done," she says quietly, her voice laced with regret and embarrassment. She glances around again, wishing they could just forget about this whole thing and move on like nothing happened.

"We should probably go tell them we're here soon..." she murmurs, looking out the window to avoid making eye contact with you.

She nods, still feeling the weight of what just happened between them. As they get out of the car and approach the hotel, she tries to act normal around her family but can't help but feel a bit distant. Once they're in the room, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, needing some time alone to collect her thoughts and compose herself.

"Are you alright?" her mom asks as Bushra comes back into the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replies quickly, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye before looking away again. She sits down on one of the beds and begins to fidget with her clothes, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs. "I just need to use the restroom real quick."

She gets up and hurries into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Inside the bathroom, she sits down on the toilet seat and takes a deep breath. She glances at herself in the mirror, feeling flushed and embarrassed. "What am I going to do?" she whispers to herself, running her hands through her hair. As she hears you get up and lie down on the bed, she hesitates for a moment before eventually deciding to join you.

She takes one last deep breath, then opens the door and walks out, trying to maintain her composure as best she can. "

She takes a deep breath and walks over to the bed, trying not to look at you directly as she sits down on the edge. "So... what do we do now?" she asks quietly, still feeling flustered and embarrassed from what happened in the car. She fingers her hair nervously, wishing she could just forget about it all.

"Do we tell them or...?"

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, surprise and relief flickering across her features before she quickly looks away again. "Well... I mean... it did feel good," she mumbles, still trying to process what just happened between the two of you. "But we can't tell them that."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she remembers how loud she was during her orgasm in the car. "We can never tell them about this," she whispers urgently, half to herself and half to you.

She looks at you warily, torn between wanting more of the pleasure she just experienced and the fear of getting caught. "I don't know..." she whispers, biting her lower lip. Her heart races as she considers what might happen if they did find out about this. "But... I mean... it was kind of nice," she admits, her voice softening.

She glances at you again, uncertainty written all over her face. "Just for a little while?"

Her heart still races as she considers the possibility of getting caught, but the memory of how good it felt is too strong to resist. Slowly, tentatively, she moves a little closer to you on the bed. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat.

Her hands tremble as they move toward your waist, uncertain whether or not to touch you again. She looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes, searching your face for any signs that this was a mistake.

Her hands tremble as they move toward your waist, uncertain whether or not to touch you again. She looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes, searching your face for any signs that this was a mistake. When she finds only encouragement there, her courage grows and she leans in closer, pressing her body against yours.

Her lips part as she exhales shakily, feeling the warmth of your breath on her skin. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the sensations building inside her once again. "I shouldn't...