Up to that point, I honestly didn't know if Uncle Larry or Aunt Lucy had had any inkling of what was going on while they were away. They were mostly ecstatic when they returned because of the huge catches they'd been making, and also because they got really good prices for their harvest too. Today was no different - when they came back from the mainland, we were surprised to find that they had bought new clothes and a new TV as well. Previously, they had simply relied on the radio for news, so this was a major purchase for them. And Uncle Larry usually spent most of his money on beer, so this spending spree suggested just how great it was they were feeling.
In fact, Uncle Larry gave me a 'gnome hug' when he got off the boat. I call it a gnome hug because he's shorter than me, so much so I was afraid he would smell the scent of recent sex on me when he grabbed me. Thankfully, he didn't... he simply put his arms around me (just above my elbows) and hugged me tight. "You're the man, Charlie," he said enthusiastically. "You're the lucky charm."
I was amused more than I was appalled, and I made a half-hearted attempt to hug him back. It was practically impossible though, given the way he'd grabbed me around my arms, so I just grinned at him. Aunt Lucy said "Let the poor boy go, Larry," before she turned around and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "May, it was fantastic! You should see the clothes we bought for you!"
I knew May was beaming even though I didn't look at her -- we kept our eyes averted from each other so they wouldn't guess that there was something going on. Our fear was that the sheer hunger we had for each other would be noticed. It wasn't something we were ready to let on to Aunt Lucy or Uncle Larry, yet.
All the way to the house, Uncle Larry had his arm round my shoulder while Aunt Lucy chatted animatedly with May, telling her about what had happened at the market, how they'd got the best prices they'd seen in years, for the best catch they'd had in years, how they'd gone shopping after that... My impression was that shopping was a luxury that Aunt Lucy didn't really indulge in often. And it made me sad to think that cousin May indulged in it even less than her mother did.
When we got into the house, Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were pleasantly surprised to see that May and I had prepared some dishes for dinner. We'd set the table up nicely (after fucking really hard on it and almost making it collapse) so dinner was ready for them the moment they walked in. It was a great dinner too - the dishes were ok, but the conversation was lively and fun. It was the first time I'd seen Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry so relaxed since I arrived.
After dinner, May and Aunt Lucy washed up the dishes while I sat with Uncle Larry under the starlit sky. We chatted a bit more and I put forward my case. He seemed to listen more intently and made a few comments that I noted. Then Aunt Lucy and May joined us and the discussion turned to what the plan for tomorrow was. Uncle Larry said they should go out to sea once more since it was my second last day on the island - he really believed in that "lucky charm" bit - so they could get another big catch before I left. "After all, we don't know when you'll be back again, Charlie," he said, looking at me. At that, May excused herself. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw tears glinting in her eyes as she left.
That left the three of us sitting under the stars, talking about anything that came to mind, including the last time I was here. Then Aunt Lucy turned to me and said: "She's gonna miss you, you know, Charlie? The last time you left, she kept asking and asking when you were coming back. That went on for weeks!"
At that, the conversation turned to the topic I'd raised with Uncle Larry. I didn't have to say much, because Larry did a lot of the talking for me. He'd apparently been quite convinced by our previous chats. Finally, we came to an agreement that she would be asked for her opinion on the matter -- Aunt Lucy wasn't as resistant to the idea as I'd expected. Maybe she saw something that we'd been careless about. Or maybe she just wanted something different for her daughter.
I don't know how late it was when we finally retired to bed. It was certainly later than they normally slept, and to be honest, I had a bit of trouble sleeping, I was so excited. When I finally did sleep, my dreams were once again filled with images of May, naked and clothed, in different scenarios, at different parts of my life.
There was one dream that was more of a receded memory, I think -- it was of that day when we were out running in the fields and were chased by a dog. I think we might have trespassed into a neighbour's farm, or perhaps it was a stray dog. But I remember that it was big -- it was as tall as my shoulder -- and it was menacing. May was the first to encounter it, and we started running the moment we saw it.
At the time, I was a head taller than her even though she was just a year behind me, so I soon left her behind. I didn't realise it at first, and only stopped when I realised I couldn't hear her panting behind me. I turned around just in time to see the dog catch up to her and try to bite her. I don't know if it was sheer luck or panic, but she somehow managed to evade the creature's jaws. Her dress didn't though, and because she was running so hard, she was suddenly jerked backwards. Then she was lifted off the ground as the dog began shaking its head, whipping her about until her arms, legs and head became blurred.
May was screaming for help all this while, and I was frozen, unable to decide what to do. Before I could even think of a solution, I heard a quick purr of cloth ripping and May fell out of her dress. She was naked, and for a moment, she crouched on all fours under the dog. Maybe she was too surprised, or perhaps she was gathering her wits about her. Then, she looked up and saw me and started running towards me, crying out my name. The dog flung her torn dress about just a few moments more, then dropped it and started off after her.
I watched as my cousin May approached, the big dog running behind her. There was no way she would reach me before it did her, it was that close to her. I really don't know how that rock appeared in my hand, nor how I managed to throw it on target - I'm crap at ball games - but I hit the dog's nose with the rock, and it yelped and ran off whimpering.
May just kept on running and ran right into me, bowling me over with her momentum. I hit my head on the ground and saw stars for a bit, and then I felt May clutching on to me like her life depended on it, sobbing and wetting my shirt with her tears. She was good and scared, and she'd peed herself too, but I didn't mention it. I just patted her head and soothed her until she stopped crying, then I took off my shirt and gave it to her. We had to go back to pick up her torn dress and we held hands all the way home, a shirtless boy and a girl in a shirt two sizes too big for her.
When we got back, Aunt Lucy was really angry. The dress May had been wearing was relatively new so she was upset that it had gotten torn, even though we explained that we were really innocent parties and it was a big, bad dog that did it. When Aunt Lucy picked up the cane to strike her, I immediately ran to May to cover her, telling her "It's not her fault, it's not her fault!" Aunt Lucy tried to pull me away from May so she could beat her but I wouldn't let go -- I told her "Beat me instead!" until she gave up in exasperation and went outside and cool off.
Perhaps because we were still kids then, May and I shared her bed. That evening, when we got into bed, she suddenly scooted over to my side and hugged me, whispering, "I wanna marry you, Charlie!" She hugged me all night long, and refused to let go even when her mom came in and tried to pull her off so I could have more space to sleep. I was smiling as I fell asleep, feeling her breath on my neck while she snored.
I was smiling as I awoke this morning too, not just because of the memory of that sweet little girl hugging me to sleep. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't dreaming --I knew it was the grown up May whose hands I felt at my waist, tugging my shorts down. And I knew it was her breath I felt on my turgid cock, now conditioned to stand at attention the moment May was nearby.
Then I felt something hot and wet engulf my cockhead, and cracked open my eyes when I realised I could feel a tongue massaging the stem of my cock as the orifice worked its way downwards.
"May?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What are you..?"
"Relax and enjoy, cuz," she stopped sucking on my dick long enough to say. "Just lie back. I'll take care of this."
There are blowjobs and there are blowjobs... I'd thought Honey was pretty good at it, but May... May was spectacular. The way she kept her lips tight on my cock while her tongue massaged the stem, the way she let my cock slide deep into her throat until almost all of it was swallowed up... Man, it was enough to make me wanna come in her mouth. I would've too, if I hadn't been too curious.
"May? Come up here," I said, pulling her head off my cock and pulling her naked body upwards. I could get used to this -- waking up to a sexy, naked May in bed with me. "Come on, May, I wanna look at you. I like that more."
