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
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
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