One

Cassandra smiled widely as soon as she opened the door to the guest room. She swayed her body to the music captured by her hearing. It was a song by a band that was popular at the moment.

She put down her school bag and sneakers. Her feet tiptoed, still moving beautifully to the song she was listening to through the headset attached to her ears. She approached the long sofa, where a young man was sleeping soundly.

She looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. Slowly, the girl unbuttoned her shirt one by one. Without hesitation, she stepped closer to the man whose age was a dozen years away from her.

She observed the serene face of the owner of the thin mustache. His chest was rising and falling regularly, showing how soundly he was sleeping. He was so sound asleep, he didn't hear Cassandra's arrival who deliberately wanted to disturb him.

Slowly, the girl extended her index finger and began to remove the clothes the man was wearing. She smiled when she saw the beautiful muscles sculpted on the man's stomach.

The man didn't move from his spot at all. He was completely exhausted and did not feel Cassandra's presence. Even when the slender girl was on top of him.

"Uncle Marc, you must be tired, right?" she whispered in his ear. "Do you want me to massage like last time, Dear?”

There was no reply to Cassandra's offer. Marc was completely lost in his dreams after his long journey. Even in his dreams, he was still in the depths of the jungle in Papua. And those soft caresses felt like the touch of the leaves he passed along the forest.

But suddenly Marc felt a rubbery sensation on his lips. Like something he hadn't touched in a very long time. A woman!

Marc was indeed a womanizer. But Marc never vented his desire on just any woman. Especially in a remote area like Papua. There was not a single woman in this wilderness, apart from the guide who could not be considered beautiful according to the criteria he set.

How could he make love to her? This was a nightmare, even the worst for Marc. He felt his shaft start to harden and something seemed to be squeezing him.

"Ah ...." He sighed in his subconscious.

"Uncle Marc." This time Cassandra's voice managed to wake the man up.

The voice seemed to jolt Marc back from his subconscious. And of course Marc was surprised to see someone in front of him. His eyes widened when he saw Cassandra, his niece, without a single thread sitting on his lap. The girl was even smiling broadly with her hand on his shaft.

Marc pushed her away. He really felt embarrassed and messed up. "Sandra, what are you doing? What if your daddy finds out?" he said frantically, while closing the zipper of his gaping jeans again.

"Daddy won't know, really. He's only coming home next week," Cassandra said calmly. The girl picked up her shirt to put it back on. "I was happy when I heard that you were coming home. So now we can play like we used to as much as we want."

"We'll continue tonight, Uncle Marc," Cassandra said before closing the door to Marc's room.

Marc gaped in surprise. How could his niece be that wild even just a few years after he left to go overseas. That girl grew up so fast!

The man stood up and poured drinking water into his glass and quickly gulped it down. He hoped that the water would dissolve all his dirty thoughts.

Byurrr!

The sound rang in Marc's ears. A sound like something splashing into a pond. Inevitably, Marc treated his curiosity. He opened the balcony door of his room and peered out.

A girl with a beautiful body was swimming gracefully in the clear water of the pool. Even Marc could enjoy the beauty of her two piece body from the top floor of his brother's house.

Cassandra realized that Marc was watching her. She stopped the stroke of her arms and legs. She lifted her head up, looking at the man who was watching her from the balcony of his room. Without hesitation, the girl waved her hand with a wide smile that made her beauty seem even more perfect.

"Beautiful! I've never even seen a woman as perfect as her," Marc murmured. He raised his hand to wave back at Cassandra.

But a moment later, he was jolted back to reality.

"Hah! Crazy! Am I really out of my mind? He's my niece! Irfan's daughter!" he thought. "No matter how perfect, I can't like her."

Marc went back into his room. "From now on, I'll keep my distance from her. That's the best."

Knock! Knock!

"Uncle Marc, open the door!" shouted Sandra. She didn't stop tapping her fingers on the wooden door that closed the guest room. "This is important, Sandra was told by daddy to ask for your help!"

Hearing the word 'daddy', made Marco inevitably open the door for Cassandra. He could not ignore the request of Irfan, his brother. After all, his brother had a big service in his life journey.

The girl who was still in her swimsuit without hesitation waltzed into Marc's room.

"Daddy said, Sandra was told to learn to swim with you," she said. "Does Uncle Marc know how to swim?"

"No. I'm not a swimming teacher."

"But daddy said, Uncle Marc has a lot of swimming competition medals," urged Cassandra, who had gotten a lot of information from her father.

Marc sighed. It wasn't as simple as Marc thought to refuse Cassandra's request. Of course, they lived in the same house and were still family.

"Nope. I'm not a swimming coach," Marc insisted while turning and pushing the girl's back out of his room.

But again Marc was made awkward when he accidentally touched the girl's chest. The part that was only covered by two triangular pieces of cloth felt wet. Not only that, it was supple, firm and bigger than a child of her age.

Marc released his hand. But instead of getting angry, Cassandra stepped closer to him, without a hint of fear on her face.

"Uncle Marc, do you remember? We used to play together. We even slept together, right? Why has Uncle Marc changed now?"

"Sandra, that was a long time ago. That childhood has passed. Now that you're an adult, we can't do the same things we did when you were a kid."

"But why?" asked Cassandra. " You don't like me anymore."

"No -- is not like that."

"Then why? I have been waiting for you for so long. But why did Uncle make me disappointed in the end? Uncle Marc doesn't like me anymore, huh." The girl began to sob.

"It's not like that. Ouch!" Marc scratched his hair anxiously. He didn't know what else to say.

"Uncle Marc loves you, that's why I -"

"Well, that's it!" Cut Sandra off because she was sure the next sentence would only hurt her heart again.

"So ... tonight we will play piggyback first, ok. Then we sleep there!" Cassandra continued while pointing her finger at a king-sized bed not far from where she was standing. "Sandra doesn't want to sleep alone again tonight.”

"Hah!" Marc widened his eyes in shock. "Sss-- sleeping with her?"

Marc hurriedly closed the door to his room. His heart was racing. He had never felt anything like this. Not even when dealing with any woman.

"Shit!" he shouted before entering the bathroom.

Because of a girl, this time Marc had to play with soap!