Sinful Deceit (8 page)

"Are you all
right, Kirsty?" he asked concernedly, his dark eyes frowning as he
emerged from the lounge with a tray of drinks.

"I... I need a
towel," I replied shakily. Apart from David, no man had ever seen
me naked.

"You won't
need a towel in this heat," he laughed, placing the tray on the
patio table. "You'll be as dry as a bone within minutes of climbing
out of the pool."

"Uncle Jack,"
I as said firmly as I could without appearing rude. I felt trapped.
"I need something to wear. The doors to the other rooms are locked
and... I can't walk around like this."

"I'm so sorry,
Kirsty," he said, holding his hand to his head. "It's my fault, I
should have explained. No one wears clothes on the islands. I've
become so used to it over the years that I don't even think about
it."

"Do you have
the key to the room?" I asked. I'd never felt so embarrassed.

"There are no
keys. Turn the doorknob to the right and then to the left." He
glanced at the table. "Have a drink first," he smiled. "Or take a
dip in the pool if you're feeling hot."

"I think I'll
put something on first," I murmured. "I'll go and get my
bikini."

"As you wish.
I'm afraid I have to go out for a while. We need some supplies.
Help yourself to the drinks, I won't be long."

He walked back
into the lounge, leaving me with my thoughts as I stood naked by
the pool. My anxiety subsiding as I told myself I was being silly,
I looked down at my naked breasts, my erect nipples. I supposed it
was customary to wear nothing. The heat was intense and the garden
surrounded by a high wall, so why wear clothes? At least I'd get an
even suntan. But no. Customary or not, I wasn't going to walk
around naked and decided to get my bikini.

I turned the
doorknob this way and that and finally managed to open the door.
The room was huge with a massive four-poster bed set in an alcove.
The bed made me think of loving Sharon, licking her vaginal folds
and sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Wandering out onto the balcony
which overlooked a beautiful garden, I knew I'd be happy. I'd slip
into my bikini and then go for a swim in the pool. Once Sharon
arrived, we'd... I looked about the room. Where was my suitcase?
Searching the wardrobe and the chest of drawers, I again thought I
must have the wrong room. Walking into the hall, I tried the other
doors. I couldn't open them and finally went downstairs. My
predicament was ridiculous. All I wanted was a towel.

Wandering
through the lounge, I walked out onto the patio. The sun shining in
a clear blue sky, I decided to sit by the pool and wait for my
uncle. He'd open the door to my room, whichever one it was, and I'd
find my bikini. Feeling a little easier, I settled on the bed chair
and sipped my drink. Vodka and orange. The ice cubes chinked, music
drifted from the lounge, the air was clean and fresh. Sharon would
soon arrive to keep me company, and love me. At last, I began to
relax beneath the Greek sun.

After an hour,
my uncle appeared and asked whether I was all right. He was naked,
his huge, snake-like penis hanging over his balls. I told him that
I didn't know which room was mine, that I couldn't open the other
doors. Initially, he smiled. But then he looked worried, his dark
eyes frowning as he stared at me. He seemed to have changed, his
expression wasn't so friendly. Had I done something wrong? I became
acutely aware of my naked body as he focused on the sparse blonde
down covering my pussy lips. I felt uneasy, wishing that I'd taken
the towel into the shower rather than leave it on the bed. But he
was my uncle, I tried to reassure myself. He was family. Family or
not, I wasn't expecting to stay at a nudist camp.

"I need my
clothes," I said shakily, my eyes widening as his penis began to
swell and rise. My heart rate increased as he stared at my sex
crack. "Uncle Jack, I need my clothes," I repeated firmly.

"All in good
time," he murmured pensively He let out a wicked chuckle and
grinned at me. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't hide her
body."

A bolt of fear
shook me. "I want my clothes!" I cried. Adrenalin coursed through
my veins. "Please, I..."

"Relax by the
pool," he said, his penis now fully erect. I tried not to look as
his purple glans peeped at me through the opening in his foreskin.
"My guests never wear clothes."

Panic gripped
me. "Uncle Jack! Please, I..."

"Calm down,"
he said sternly. "I can't abide hysterics." He sounded like a stern
schoolteacher. I felt afraid. "There's no way off the island and
your clothes are hidden. You might as well get used to walking
around naked."

"Hidden?" I
gasped. I was horrified. "But..."

"Kirsty,
you'll remain naked while you're here."

"It might be
customary, but..."

"It's been a
long time since I've had a sexy thing like you in the house." He
focused on my sex crack again. "And I intend to make the most of
you."

As he went
into the lounge, I knew that I was in serious trouble. Nice?
Caring? What sort of man was he? I wondered. I doubted very much
that he was my uncle. Make the most of me? He could only mean one
thing. Thinking that this must be a bad dream, I looked around the
garden. The stark reality of spending the rest of my holiday as his
prisoner hitting me, I walked around the pool and wandered through
the grounds. There had to be a way out. But, with no clothes, where
would I go? Cold fear gripping me, my stomach churning, I wondered
whether he'd imprison Sharon when she arrived. I had no way of
getting word to her. I had no way of getting word to anyone in the
outside world. I was trapped.

I hid in the
grounds until the sun began to sink below the trees. Again and
again I told myself that this wasn't happening. I'd mistaken my
uncle's intentions. Perhaps he been in a bad mood. He was nice,
caring, friendly... But his penis had become erect as he'd eyed the
swell of my pussy lips. Uncles don't react like that to their
eighteen-year-old nieces. Do they? His thoughts had been obvious to
me as his penis had stiffened. Sex was on his mind.

Dusk falling,
I finally crept back to the villa. The lights were on in the
lounge. My uncle was watching television. And he was still naked.
Nearing the open patio doors, my heart racing, I hesitated. Dare I
face him? He'd scrutinize my naked body again, gaze longingly at my
girl slit and think his male thoughts of sex. Again telling myself
that I'd mistaken his intentions, I finally plucked up the courage
to confront him.

"Uncle Jack,"
I said, wandering into the lounge. "I need my clothes and..."

"You've been a
long time," he broke in.

"I was in the
garden."

"It's lovely
out there in the evenings. Now that you're here, I'll go and
prepare dinner."

He seemed
normal, friendly. "I need my clothes," I repeated firmly. How many
times did I have to ask? "I don't care what people normally do
here, I want my clothes and my..."

"Let's get
things straight, Kirsty." He paused, his dark eyes tracing the
contours of my breasts, the rise of my nipples. "I'm a wealthy man
and you're a beautiful young lady. I get lonely living here. I need
company. I need... Let's just hope you get used to your new home
before long."

"New home?" I
echoed fearfully. I knew only too well what his intentions were.
I'd made no mistake.

"Yes, this is
your home now."

"Only for two
weeks," I returned shakily, fear gripping me again. "Only while I'm
on holiday."

"No one knows
where you are, Kirsty. The address on the letter I sent you...
Let's not worry about that. Are you hungry?"

"No," I
lied.

"You will be,
later. Relax and watch television while I prepare the meal."

"I'm leaving,"
I said, walking to the patio doors. "Naked or not, I'm getting out
of here. I'll go to the police station and..."

He let out a
chuckle. "I omitted to mention one thing," he grinned triumphantly.
"I'm the only one living on the island. There are no police
stations. Or anything else, for that matter. You're stuck here with
me, whether you like it or not. I suggest that you get to like it,
and quickly. If you don't... I wouldn't want to see you go hungry,
Kirsty."

"You can't
keep me here as your prisoner!" I returned angrily. I hated
anger.

Leaving the
room, he turned in the doorway and smiled at me. "You're my guest,"
he said. "Well, that's not strictly true. You'll pay for your keep,
of course."

"Pay? I have
no money. You've taken my things and..."

"I don't mean
that you'll pay with money."

When he'd
gone, I broke down and cried. My heart racing, my hands trembling,
I had to escape before... before what? He obviously wanted sex, and
I shuddered at the thought. Hearing him in the kitchen, I looked
around the room. There was no point in trying to escape with
nothing to wear. Apart from that, if the island really was
deserted, there was no point leaving the villa. I couldn't swim to
the neighbouring islands. I had no idea how far away or in which
direction they were. And he'd have made sure that I couldn't use
his boat.

Climbing the
stairs, I walked into my room and lay on the mattress. Tears
streaming down my face, I thought of Sharon. Even if she'd managed
to get to Athens, she'd have no idea where to find me. I should
have listened to David. No, I should never listen to David. Perhaps
my mother would... She'd not think anything wrong for at least two
weeks. No one would have any concern for two weeks, or longer.
Closing my eyes, hot and exhausted after the long journey, I
finally fell into a deep sleep. Unbeknown to me, my nightmare was
only just beginning.

Waking with a
start, I leaped up and looked around the room. Thoughts of my uncle
filtered into my mind as sleep left me. My surroundings soon became
familiar. The light was on, the air warm, but I felt cold between
my thighs. Looking down, I gasped as I found myself gazing at a
large patch of thick white cream covering my vulval flesh. What had
he done? I wondered apprehensively. He'd touched me while I was
asleep, he violated my body and...

Dashing into
the shower, I knew what the evil man had done to me. The hot water
rinsing the foam away, I stared in horror at my hairless vaginal
lips, the smooth flesh of my naked mons. This was no longer a bad
dream. It was like something out of a weird film. Were monsters
lurking? The only monster was my so-called uncle.

Standing by my
bed, I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. What sort
of man was I dealing with? A sex maniac? A psychopath? Was he
really my uncle? No uncle would do this to his niece. My mind
hurting me, I wanted to go home.

I had to
control myself, I knew as fear churned the pit of my stomach and I
began to tremble. I had to compose myself, try to think straight.
Whatever happened, whatever the man had planned for me, I knew I'd
survive. Unless he planned to... I tried to push the fearful
thought from my mind. I'd heard the TV news often enough, read the
newspaper articles. Girls go on holiday and never return. They're
sold into sexual slavery, never to be seen again. Shuddering at the
notion, I came up with what I thought was a good idea.

I'd humour
him, play along with him. If I gained his confidence, his trust, I
might eventually find a way to escape. If I convinced him that I
liked him, that I was quite happy to spend my holiday naked with
him... My plan was probably futile, but it was all I could think
of. If nothing else, it might give me time, I reflected as I walked
downstairs to the lounge. My legs were like jelly, my heart banging
hard against my chest. Although acutely embarrassed, shaking with
fear, I had to pull myself together and face him.

"You slept for
two hours," he smiled nonchalantly. "Oh, yes!" he beamed, focusing
on the swell of my naked vagina lips. "That's much better."

"Why did
you...?" I began.

"Are you
hungry?" he suddenly said.

"No," I
smiled, sitting on the sofa and crossing my legs. I was absolutely
starving. I had to play the game, come across as friendly. "What
are you doing this evening?" I asked, forcing a bright smile.

"I thought
we'd have a few drinks and get to know each other. Spend some time
chatting and get to know each other a little better."

"Yes, I'd like
that," I said, folding my arms and covering my naked breasts. "My
friend, Sharon, she was going to ring me when she arrived at Athens
Airport."

"I'm afraid I
had to turn your phone off. Mobile phones send out signals which
can be traced. The location of the phone... Would you like a
drink?"

"Vodka and
lime, please. With plenty of ice."

"I'm having a
few friends over tomorrow evening," he said, walking to the bar. I
hated the sight of his balls swinging below the moons of his naked
buttocks. "I thought it would be a good idea if you were to act as
waitress."

"Waitress?" I
echoed.

"Serve the
food and drinks. There'll only be half a dozen of us."

"I'd love to,"
I replied, hoping I'd find a means of escape.

"Tell me," he
said, passing me a drink. "Do you masturbate?"

My face
reddening, I didn't know what to say. "No, no I don't," I finally
stammered. I was wasting my time. Humouring him wasn't going to
work. "Uncle Jack, I'm really worried about Sharon."

"Once she
realizes that she can't contact you, she'll get a flight back to
London. Have you never masturbated? I only ask because my friends
will expect you to put on a little show for them."

My heart sank.
"What... what sort of show?" I stammered.

"Masturbation." He retook his seat and sipped his drink. "Most men
like to watch a girl masturbating. Especially a beautiful girl like
you. You'll have to get some practice in."