"Good morning princess!" Feroz greeted his niece Farah. They had decided to spend an entire day together.
"Good morning Feroz uncle!" Farah said with a bright smile.
"Take care and don't stay out too late," Kashmira, Farah's mother told both of them as they hopped in the jeep. As the jeep left Kashmira lingered at the door for a while remembering her previous night with her younger brother and the pleasure she had received. Even the memories made her vagina wet and she felt an irresistible urge to satisfy herself. She closed the door rushed towards her bedroom to relieve herself.
"How have you been my little princess?" that's what Feroz liked to call her since she was a kid.
"I'm good. How are you? I heard the police is troubling Grandpa and uncle Faizal," Farah enquired.
"Wow! You have really grown up," Feroz admired Farah asking mature questions, "You don't need to worry, my love. I'll be taking care of everything."
"I'm sure, you will. You always make everyone happy," she said in a slightly different tone. Feroz couldn't figure out what she meant exactly. But he didn't push. He just smiled. She was wearing cotton hot pants and a short crop top hardly covering her small breasts. She had the wind in her untied silky hair, making them look even more beautiful.
They chatted about various things. She told him about her new college life, how things are shaping up. He told her about his recent visit to Europe and the beauty there. He was driving the jeep and she was sitting next to him. She often touched his thighs and shoulders throughout the drive and leaned on him when she laughed aloud. Was it deliberate? Feroz couldn't figure it out. But his niece was grown into an attractive young woman and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't attracted towards her. From her behaviour, it was quite clear that she had a crush on her young handsome uncle Feroz. So along with that affectionate drive, the awkward silences created a little sexual tension between the two.
They were heading towards Barasol fort. It was a small Portuguese fort built in the sixteenth century on Barasol island near the coast of south Goa. It's not a tourist hotspot, nor anyone lives there. The fort is in ruins now. In the early 90s, The F company had used it as a stopping point on its smuggling route. The smuggled goods would be transferred here in smaller boats and sent to Goa's various docks. The corrupt officials of the coast guard had turned a blind eye to all this. But when more comfortable and easier smuggling routes got established the island lost its importance. Later on, Farooq had got the island from the government on a lease of 99 years to build a hotel and develop it as another tourist destination. But the project had not taken off in the past 5 years and the island was left idle. Feroz always used it for his parties with friends. Sometimes all the family members in Goa would visit here together, including Feroz's stepmom Sarah and her daughters Lisa and Jia. They would hang out, chat and laugh. It was their favourite spot.
They reached the dock. He parked the jeep.
"Your boat is ready Mr Khan," A guy at the dock informed Feroz. He nodded and got in the boat. Then he stretched his hand to give Farah support. She took his hand and hopped into the boat. Feroz started the engine. The boat swirled into the sea and Feroz navigated it like a pro. He wore a light blue coloured shirt and shorts. In his aviator goggles, he looked extremely attractive. Farah admired him. He looked like everything the teenager would hope to have in her man. He was gentlemanly, rich, respectful and very efficient in the things he does. She hugged him from behind.
"Thank you for this plan uncle Feroz."
"The pleasure is all mine darling!" Feroz exclaimed.
Within 30 minutes they reached the island. It was a beautiful lush green small island with a beautiful white sand beach on the other. The ruins of the fort gave it an antique look. The Khan family had built a small cabin here for such outings. Feroz's men had already made all the necessary arrangements of food and beers. Farah had turned 18 recently and today, though she had had alcohol earlier with friends, this was the first she was going to drink with a grown-up and a family member.
"Come on uncle Feroz, let's get changed and hit the beach."
"Perfect."
Feroz removed his clothes and changed into his swimming trunks and took beers in an icebox outside on the beach. He waited for Farah to come. As he opened his beer bottle and the fizzing liquid came out, so did Farah in her lovely red two-piece bikini. Feroz kept staring at her. She was looking stunning. Her long hair tied in a high ponytail. She had beautiful legs and sexy butt cheeks divided only by a thin line of her panties. She wore fancy glares.
"Wow, Farah! You look like a professional model," Feroz admired his niece.
"Thank you, uncle Feroz," She glanced at his bare body. His attractive abs, beefy biceps and visibly strong muscled shoulders were good enough to turn any woman on, "The same applies to you too. Look at you! You look like a greek god!"
She kept her handbag down and sat next to him on the mat on the beach. He offered her chilled beer. She took a long sip.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! It's fantastic," Farah answered. As she gulped another sip it was now quite evident that Feroz was having hots for his niece. He had a huge erection now, clearly visible. He deliberately didn't hide it. He was just gauging the waters, trying to figure out whether she felt the same about him. He had several hints so far during their journey here. She had touched him, leaned against him, hugged him; laughed at his jokes, and openly admired his body.
"Come on!" Farah got up finishing her pint, "let's go and take a dip into the sea."
They both run towards sea waves and jumped into them. The next hour or so went by playing, swimming in the sea. She splashed water on him, he did the same to her. It was intimate. She seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly. Feroz wasn't sure about whether he should make a move or not. He refrained, even after she casually kissed him on his cheeks.
They got out of the water and opened a couple of beers more. They were sitting on the mat and now she rested her head on his thighs facing upwards towards him. She looked gorgeous with her wet hair, glowing skin and the salty smell of her body. He was aroused quickly. She felt the movement of his erected dick near her left ear. She gently pushed against it without saying anything. Even started brushing it with her head and casually kept her hand on his shoulder. He was thrilled and got goosebumps. He leaned ahead towards her lips. She didn't stop him. He leaned a bit more. Their warm breaths got mixed. Their lips were hardly a couple of inches apart. And suddenly she backed off and got up, visibly disturbed.
"Should we get inside the cabin? It's too hot here now." She uttered the words, not very convincingly though. He was feeling guilty on one hand for making a move on his niece, while on the other, he was sure that she was the one who teased him for the whole day. He nodded to her suggestion and they both headed to the cabin.
It was much cooler inside, thanks to the Air conditioner. He unpacked the food quietly on the table. They both sat at the table eating their food, drinking another round of beers. Soon, he broke the silence and started talking about casual subjects like films. She responded to him and the sexual tension between the two eased out a bit. Slowly the discussions turned towards serious topics like love and relationships and business. The discussions were warm and intimate.
His feet, under the table accidentally touched hers. She didn't say anything and remained calm. He moved it a bit towards her knee. Rubbed his toe on the backside of her knees. She smiled at him and kept eating. Her smile made him bold, he moved his leg upwards touching her inner thighs. She froze.
"Have you ever been with a man Farah?" Feroz asked.
"No... I mean... I had kissed my boyfriend. But that's all."
"So you have a boyfriend?"
"I had, but not anymore."
"Why?"
"Dad found out about it. And, when he offered him money to stay away from me, he accepted the deal and left the town."
"Oh shit!"
"Yeah, I was so angry at dad. But mom made me see that how fragile and fake his love was. He wasn't meant for me. She told me that I deserved a better man." She looked deep into his eyes at the last statement.
"That's right," he smiled and moved his toe going further on her inner thighs. It reached her panties. There was a shiver in her body. He reached for her clitoris. She didn't say anything.
"Do you do this with every woman you meet?" Suddenly she asked him in a cold emotionless tone.
"What?" He pulled back his leg, "what do you mean?"
"Do you think I'm a whore like my mother?" Her tone hardened with disgust on her face.
"What are you saying, Farah?" Feroz was confused.
"I'm not a kid anymore, uncle Feroz," She paused for a bit and stared at him, " My mother is your real sister and still, you have no fucking shame in doing her," she accused in a curt loud voice.
