“Of course, uncle,” she replied.
Her father sighed heavily.
“Be obedient and all will be well,” he told her. He looked to his brother, shaking his head, and left the room.
“Come sit here, my niece,” Khaldun said, and he gestured to a pillow at his feet.
She smiled childishly and came to sit at his feet.
“Yes, uncle?”
His hand brushed into her hair. It had always been this way. Safiya’s uncle had spent time with her over the years, and he would touch her hair and gaze down at his favorite niece. Her older sisters warned her to stay away from him, though they wouldn’t tell her why. But she didn’t listen to them; she liked the attention and the candy he sometimes gave her.
Sometimes she would sit on his lap and other times he would play with her hair.
“My lovely niece,” he said.
His fingers moved one strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear. She smiled.
As he did so, his gnarled fingers lightly touched her nipple.
“Uncle!” she gasped.
In a quick movement, he jerked her into his lap, pushing his meaty hands over her breasts and fondling them harshly. She cried out.
“I want to touch you, niece,” he said as he gazed at her young breasts covered in the fabric. His ugly face softened in the light of such beauty.
“Do you hope to suckle sons one day?” he asked her.
Safiya tried to move away from his lap, and he felt his cock bounce under his robe at the movement.
“Well? Speak up, girl,” he said.
“Yes, uncle. I suppose so.”
Khaldun pulled her flush against him and held her arms behind her so she couldn’t fight him. Then, as he desired, he took one nipple in his mouth, wetting the fabric. He bit it lightly and Safiya arched into him. She cried out in pleasure and pain.
“No,” she whimpered softly.
He chuckled softly as her young body responded.
“Did my brother have your hair removed?” he asked.
Safiya nodded.
“Let me see,” he commanded.
Safiya shook her head.
“Now, girl. Let me see your pussy.”
Safiya moved too slowly, and his hands moved her silk orange abaya up her honey-colored legs, over her thighs and to her waist.
Slowly, she spread her slim thighs to reveal her trimmed pussy, which was glistening with drops of dew from her encounter with her uncle.
“Open yourself to me,” he commanded, smiling as the young girl did as she was told. Her small finger opened the lips of her delicate pussy.
“Very good,” he said. He smoothed down the silk abaya over her legs and left the young girl wet and hungry.