Cardiff Caramel
"When Kwesi's cousin Nadia comes to stay during a family emergency, he discovers the thick Ghanaian beauty from London has very different ideas about what family means."
"Your cousin Nadia is coming to stay. Be nice to her."
Kwesi hadn't seen Nadia since they were children. Her dad—his mum's brother—was having surgery, and she needed somewhere to stay while she helped care for him.
What he remembered was a skinny girl with braids who used to chase him around his grandmother's garden in Accra.
What stepped off the train at Cardiff Central was something else entirely.
Nadia had grown. In every direction. Thick thighs, wide hips, full breasts, and a face that could launch wars. She was pure Ghanaian goddess, dressed in a wrap dress that showed every curve.
"Kwesi!" She hugged him, and he got a face full of her chest. "Look at you! So handsome!"
The first few days were normal. She helped at the hospital, cooked incredible Ghanaian food, filled his flat with her laughter. But Kwesi couldn't stop staring.
They weren't close cousins. Different countries, different lives. Hadn't seen each other in almost twenty years. But still—family was family.
"You keep looking at me like that," she said one evening, catching him.
"Like what?"
"Like you're seeing a woman, not a cousin."
He flushed. "I didn't mean—"
"I didn't say stop." Her smile was slow, knowing. "In Ghana, you know, distant cousins sometimes... well. It happens."
"Nadia, we shouldn't—"
"Shouldn't what? Talk about it?" She moved closer, and he could smell her shea butter lotion. "I've been watching you too, Kwesi. Thinking about it. You're handsome. Strong. And I've been single for too long."
"We're related."
"Barely. Our parents are siblings, but we didn't grow up together. We're practically strangers." Her hand landed on his chest. "Strangers who are very attracted to each other."
His resistance was crumbling. "If anyone found out—"
"Who would tell? We're adults. What happens in Cardiff stays in Cardiff."
She kissed him before he could argue more. And God help him, he kissed back.
Her body pressed against his was soft and warm and perfect. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer. She moaned into his mouth.
"Bedroom," she breathed. "Now."
He led her there, feeling like he was in a dream. She unwrapped her dress and stood before him naked—no underwear, just miles of smooth brown skin and curves that defied gravity.
"I've been thinking about this since I arrived," she confessed. "Touching myself at night, imagining."
"God, Nadia."
"Don't think. Just feel."
He lost himself in her body. She was responsive, vocal, demanding more and more. When he entered her, she wrapped those thick legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go.
"Yes! That's what I needed!"
She came three times before he finally let go, and each one was louder than the last. He worried about the neighbors, but she didn't care.
"Let them hear. Let them know."
Afterwards, tangled in his sheets, she traced patterns on his chest.
"Still feel guilty?" she asked.
"Surprisingly, no."
"Good. Because my dad's going to be recovering for at least a month." She climbed on top of him, already stirring him back to life. "That's a lot of nights to fill."
"What about when you go back to London?"
"London's only two hours by train." She kissed his neck. "And I've been thinking about transferring my nursing registration to Wales anyway."
"Because of me?"
"Because of this." She sank down onto him, sighing with pleasure. "And this. And everything we're about to do."
She stayed two months. Then she moved permanently. Their families thought it was lovely that they'd become such close friends.
"Such a nice boy, keeping his cousin company," his mother said approvingly.
"She's good for you," her father agreed.
If only they knew how good. But some secrets were better kept private. Especially secrets that felt this right.
"Same time tonight?" Nadia texted him from the hospital.
"Same time every night," he replied.
Cardiff had given him something unexpected. And he wasn't letting go.