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We had pretty much cleaned up everything by the time her parents’ boat re-appeared on the horizon. May had gone against type and put on a pair of panties under her shorts because she “didn’t wanna lose any more of (my) stuff from inside” her. It made me sad to know that she felt upset about my leaving and was trying hard not to show it. I was really tempted to break the news to her, but thought I should leave it to her parents to speak to her.
Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were silhouetted against the evening sky as the boat approached the shore. My hands were free, but her right hand was still busy, rooting about under my shorts and briefs, tickling my balls and cock and whispering about what she would do to me tomorrow. She kept it up until they dropped anchor. Then she took her hand out and asked me point blank: “You’re not gonna forget me again, are you Charlie?”
I looked at her and saw the sadness in her big brown eyes, and answered truthfully: “No, I don’t think I’ll ever forget you again, May. Not this time.” She smiled, her eyes brimming, and turned away so I would not see her cry. But I knew that she was sad, my little May.
“May, I hope…” I began, then stopped. I really shouldn’t spoil everything. Not right now. “What is it, cuz?” she turned back to me, her eyes searching mine. “I hope you will be happy,” I blurted. It was lame I knew, but it was the best I could do, given how she was looking at me. It made me melt inside and I badly wanted to tell her the truth. But I couldn’t. Not yet, anyhow.
She turned away. “I… will, Charlie,” she said softly. “I’ll try to be. At least I have the memory of these days with you. And your stuff… that’s still tickling me down there,” she said, trying to deflect attention away from her sadness. She rubbed her legs together provocatively. “It’s making me want to do it again.”
I smiled at her and we made our way out to the boat. The catch was just as impressive as the previous day’s, with eels and even a large garoupa which Aunty Lucy said she wanted to cook for dinner tonight, in honour of my leaving the next day. I politely declined, telling them it would fetch a good price at the market and they should sell it tomorrow morning.
Uncle Larry then turned to me and said with a smile: “We’re not going to the market tomorrow, Charlie. It’s only right that we send you off to the pier.”
May and I did not react, but I saw her glance towards me, her eyes clearly upset. I stammered and said it was alright, I would find my own way there and besides, fresh fish sell at higher prices, but they were having none of it. “Of course not, Charlie,” said Aunt Lucy. “You’re family, and you’ve been a real gem while you were here. I know you’ve been helping May a lot with the chores.”
I caught May’s eyes once more and knew that she was disappointed that we would not have the morning to ourselves tomorrow. I was a little unhappy too, that I wouldn’t be waking up to a naked May snuggling next to me, but knowing what I knew, I wasn’t too upset. I gave her a small smile, hoping that she would get the idea that something was up.
She apparently had no clue, however, because she didn’t say anything to me while we were moving the day’s catch to the house, and she disappeared into her room immediately after that. I didn’t see her any more before dinner, and trudged off to our washing place alone, a little sad that my May was so upset.
When we sat down for dinner however, May was back to her old self, chatting animatedly with her parents about the catch and what they were going to do tomorrow before sending me off to the ferry. Perhaps she had worked out in her own mind that there was little she could do about it, so she had to make the most of it.
Finally, after we had eaten our fill, she stood up and started clearing the table. Her father stopped her and asked her to sit down, saying: “May, we have something to say to you.”
The look on her face was one of confusion and guilt. At least, that’s what I thought, but her parents didn’t seem to get that. “May, you’ve been a good daughter to us for 19 years,” her mother picked up the thread of conversation as she sat down. “We know you’ve been working hard, and you haven’t complained even though we’re not exactly living in comfort on this farm.”
“May, there’s something that your cousin here has suggested,” said Uncle Larry, his moustache twitching. “At first we didn’t think it was a good idea, and your mother took some persuading, but now, we’ve decided it may be the best thing for you.”
“Cuz? Charlie suggested..?” she said, her eyes opening wide in surprise. “What did he..?” “He suggested that you should go with him to the city,” said Aunt Lucy, her eyes moving from her face to mine and back again. “At first, I was against the idea because I didn’t see how you would be able to adapt to life in the city. But your cousin was very insistent. And he was very confident he would be able to help you adjust.”
May’s canlı bahis eyes moved down to the table full of dirty dishes. “But… Mom, Dad… who’ll help you..?” she began, and Uncle Larry laughed. “I knew you would say that! We’ll do fine, May. We did fine before you came along and we’ll do just as fine after you’re gone.”
“But… I don’t… umm… I’m not…” she stammered as her eyes moved to her parents’ face. She was studiously avoiding my gaze. Oops. Maybe her answer wouldn’t be what I hoped for.
“We just think it might be a good idea for you, sweetheart,” her mother said. “I mean, there’s not much for you here on this farm. Or this island, for that matter. At least, if you went to the city, you would have a choice. A chance at a better life. One that we couldn’t give you. And cousin Charlie has been very convincing about how he’ll look out for you when you’re there.
“Don’t worry about the money,” Aunt Lucy continued as her mouth opened in protest. “I’ve been saving some over the years, and besides, the great harvests we’ve been having this week have also helped.”
May shut her mouth and kept looking down at the table. She still refused to look at me, and I could see that something was troubling her. Maybe it was simply that the thought of leaving the island was just too scary for her. Or maybe the idea of leaving her parents and striking out on her own was too way out.
“Maybe you should take some time to think about this, May,” I blurted out. I hated seeing her so uncertain like this. This was not the bubbly, carefree May I knew. “You don’t need to decide now.”
She stared at the table for a few moments more, then she looked at her parents and said “I’m going out for a walk.” With that, she stood up and left. I helped Aunt Lucy with the washing up that evening, even though part of me wanted to be out there walking with her. I wanted to talk to her, to find out what she was thinking and what was troubling her. I kept looking out the doorway, waiting to see her walking back into the house. As we dried off the last dishes, I realised that I wasn’t even intending to persuade her to come back with me. Whatever her decision, I wanted the cheery old May back.
She came back to the farmhouse much later, when we were watching the news on the new TV. She walked in and sat next to her parents and hugged them. Then she looked at me. “I’ve made up my mind,” she said. “Thank you, cousin Charlie, for the offer. But my place is here, on this farm, on this island. I couldn’t leave it. I couldn’t leave Mom and Dad. This is all I’ve ever known.
“I hope you understand how much I appreciate what you tried to do,” she continued, her eyes locked on mine. “But this is something I cannot accept. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“But you won’t…” I began, and she cut me off. “Like I said, my mind is made up. Good night, Mom, Dad, cuz.” Her eyes dropped to the floor and she went off to her room to get ready for bed.
OK, it really felt like I’d been sucker punched right there and then. I didn’t know what to say and honestly, I knew I was blushing because my ears were real hot. Uncle Larry saved me from further humiliating myself by saying: “Well, it’s kinda late now. Maybe we should all go to bed.”
I nodded numbly, and went to sleep dreaming about my cold, lonely life back in the city. I’d thought, with May by my side, Dad would have to accept that I had to get my own place. I’d also thought that she would agree to go with me. I’d planned to take up a job waiting tables while I finished my final year of college. May could have a look around the city and maybe figure out what she wanted to do. Maybe study a bit, or get a job. We could make it work. It would be hard, but we could. No, the truth was, I would make it work. May was the first woman for whom I would do so much for. To have it thrown back at me, after she claimed she wanted to be with me..? What was that about?
Then I had a dream about May and I moving to the city, getting our own place and living together. This was a different dream from all the others I’d had, because in this dream, May had been very unhappy. City life depressed her, and she wasn’t able to move about as freely as she did on the farm. She was complaining to me about not being used to walking around in clothes all day when I woke up.
The sun was shining through the window and I could hear Uncle Larry whistling in the living room while Aunt Lucy called out to him from the kitchen. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, wondering if the previous night had been just a bad dream, and got out of bed. I greeted Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry, and wondered aloud where May was.
“Oh, she’s out in the fields,” said Uncle Larry. “You can go look for her there. She said she wouldn’t be coming with us to the pier today because she has so much to do.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s alright,” I said in an offhand way, even though my heart felt heavy. May wouldn’t even be sending me off. I set bahis siteleri off towards the fields and searched for her a good bit, but I didn’t manage to find her. It must’ve been because she really didn’t want to be found. I made my way back to the farmhouse and packed my bag.
Then I went to Uncle Larry and told him I wanted to take the earlier ferry back. He nodded and didn’t say anything else. Aunt Lucy came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands and climbed into the cab of the pickup as I clambered into the back.
Yeah, I was depressed, and it wasn’t because I wouldn’t be seeing May’s pussy on the way back to the pier. I was sad for me, for my pathetic little life that nobody wanted to share. Not my mother, and certainly not bright, cheerful May. I sighed throughout the bumpy journey, trying not to think about the fields we passed — the same fields we explored as little kids, the river and that rock beyond the treeline where we fucked just a few days ago. Damned island. Looks like it’s a jinx for me. Every time I come here I bring back a broken heart. Fuck.
There wasn’t much to say when we got to the pier. I hugged and thanked Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry for their hospitality. I meant it too… in spite of how little they had, they gave as much as they could. They were good people, Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry. And cousin May too. As much as I wanted to be angry with her, I couldn’t. I turned to Aunt Lucy and told her I hadn’t managed to find May in the fields, would she say goodbye to her for me?
Aunt Lucy smiled at me and said: “Your uncle and I know what’s been going on between you and May, you know.” That stopped me in my tracks. The shock must have shown on my face, because she laughed. “Yes, we know… we know you’re in love with May.
“Actually, I thought she was in love with you too,” she admitted. “I’m surprised she didn’t want to go with you.” “Yes, our May can be quite stubborn when she wants to, said Uncle Larry. “Sorry for that, Charlie.”
I know I called him a gnome, but Uncle Larry was really a nice guy. I hugged him again, and said, “It’s alright, Uncle Larry. This has been quite an unforgettable holiday. Please tell her that.”
He smiled. “I will,” he said. “You have a good trip back, Charlie!”
I told them to go off and not wait for me, because they could still make it to the market to sell yesterday’s catch. They were just as stubborn as their daugher, but I insisted, telling them there was nothing that could happen to me in the 30 minutes I had to wait before the ferry left. They finally relented and drove off.
I waved to them until they were out of sight. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel like getting on that ferry just yet. When I first came here, I thought the air smelt of all sorts of shit. Now, I didn’t want to stop smelling it. Funny how your perspective can change in the space of one week.
I sat in the shadow of a tree near the pier until I heard the announcement that the ferry would be sailing in 5 minutes. Then, just as I turned to walk into the ferry, I noticed a familiar looking beat up pickup barrelling its way towards me. Its horn was blaring loudly, and I was in no doubt that they were trying to get my attention, because there was May, standing in the pickup bed, yelling out my name.
I stopped and turned back to face them as the pickup came to a stop just in front of me. May jumped down off the back, and ran right into me, bowling me over. I didn’t hit my head this time because my backpack cushioned my fall, so I didn’t see any stars, just a blur of hair in front of me. May was laughing and crying at the same time while she hugged me tightly.
“I… I thought you were gone!” she said breathlessly. “I… you… I’m SO glad you’re still here!” I picked myself up, grinning from ear to ear. Well, even if she didn’t wanna come back with me, at least I knew May was back to her bubbly self. For that, I was really glad.
Then I saw the bag her mother was carrying. “What..? Are you..?” I said, and she laughed at my confusion. “Yes, yes, cuz,” she said. “Yes, I’m coming with you.”
“But I thought you said…” I began, then Aunt Lucy said “You’d better hurry if you’re gonna catch that ferry, Charlie. It looks like they’re getting ready to set off.”
May and I picked up our bags and ran for the ferry. I heard Uncle Larry yelling “Take care of my girl for me, Charlie!” behind me and I would’ve turned to acknowledge that if we had more time. As it was, we got in just before they closed the doors.
As the ferry set sail, May and I stood on the open deck of the ferry, looking back at the receding figures of her parents on the island. We were holding hands and waving at them. When we couldn’t see them anymore, May turned to face me. Her eyes were a little red and puffy, so I knew she’d been crying.
“Charlie, I thought… I thought I’d missed you,” she said, and her eyes watered up again. “Why did you take the earlier ferry? Why didn’t you wait bahis şirketleri for the later one?”
“I, umm, I guess I didn’t wanna stay longer than I was wanted, May,” I said, hooking my finger under her chin and raising her mouth for a gentle kiss. “I thought you… didn’t want me anymore.”
“Silly! Silly cousin Charlie!” she cried, hitting my chest with her hand. “How come… why didn’t you remember what I’d been telling you all this week?”
“Because, when it mattered, May, when you were asked for your decision, I thought you said ‘no’. And I was so… heartbroken, I thought… I wanted to leave as soon as possible.”
“Heartbroken? You mean..?” she began. “I’m so sorry, Charlie. I just didn’t know what to think when they told me about your plan. I mean, I wanted to be with you so much, but I thought… my parents and the island and…”
“I know, May,” I said. “Actually, I kind of understood. I wasn’t angry or upset with you because it was more important to me that you made the right decision. One that was right for you, that you would be happy with. I was sad for me, that I wouldn’t have my May to wake up to every morning or to go to bed with every night but… I had a dream last night, May, about you and how you were unhappy living in the city.
“And then it occurred to me that your happiness was more important to me than mine. That’s when I knew, for sure, that…” I looked into her eyes as I paused. “What? What did you know, cuz?” she queried, her eyes dancing. She knew what I was gonna say next, but I said it anyway.
“That’s when I knew that I love you, May,” I smiled. “You’ve always been the one for me, I think, I just had to come back to the island to find that out.”
“Oh Charlie,” she grinned and kissed me, then grimaced. “Ummm… is there a toilet on this ferry?”
“Sure,” I said. “It’s over there.” I pointed to one of the doors at the side nearest where we were. “Why, what’s up?”
“It’s, umm, oh shit,” she exclaimed, and ran for the toilet. The door slammed shut behind her, then opened just as quickly, her head popping out. “Uh, cuz?” she called out to me and I walked over to her. “Could you, ummm, help me with something?”
“What is it? Another octopus?” I smirked, looking around. No one else was on the deck. I stepped into the narrow room with her, closing the door behind me. Up to that point, I’d not really paid a lot of attention to what May was wearing, but it had become impossible not to notice.
She was wearing overalls over a white tee, which was long enough to cover her stomach and leave me wondering if she was wearing panties. Without saying anything else, May shrugged off the shoulders of her overalls and stepped out of them. She was wearing panties. They were mostly white, although, from where I was standing, the lower part of the garment looked somewhat stained.
“Look, Charlie, it’s your stuff,” she said as she stepped out of them and handed her panties to me. “It still keeps coming out of me, from really deep inside.” Her face was flushed and her breathing a little ragged. “It’s making me tingle up inside both holes.”
I examined the gusset (thank you Honey, for that vocabulary item) of her panties and saw clumps of semen on it. It smelt funky, a combination of my spunk and her musk. “Could you… tell me how to wash it?” she asked. “I don’t know how to use this… thing.”
She gestured at the small washbasin in the corner and sighed. “I’m sorry, cuz, I’m really gonna be a burden to you.” I laughed and said “Not at all, May. Not at all.” Then I reached out the porthole with her panties in my hand and dropped them into the sea.
“Wha… what are you doing, cuz?” she looked at me in shock. “Mom said I shouldn’t be walking about in the city without… ooooh. Here’s another bit!” I gazed at the slimy trail of fluid drooling from her cleft, dripping onto the inside of her thigh.
“Don’t worry, May, I’ll be here to protect you,” I grinned at her. “Anyway, I thought you hated putting them on. Here, let me help you with that.” I tore off a piece of the toilet roll and wiped the semen off her inner thighs.
“Ooooh, you’re naughty, cuz,” she moaned as I wiped upwards and pressed it into her cleft. It came away soaked and I threw it out the porthole. “Your stuff is… ooooooh.” Her pussy drooled some more and I spent the next few minutes wiping her pussy and ass. She helped by cocking her hips, pushing her nether orifices forward. “But I… like the feeling… ooooo…”
“It’s alright, May,” I leered at her. “If you need more of my stuff in you, I can always put that in anytime.”
“Charlie, you fucker,” she said without malice. Her eyes gleamed with hunger as I wiped up the last remnants of our fluids from her holes. “You’d better make good on your promise because my pussy is tingling again. It’s aching for your cock to come in right now.”
I don’t know if anyone noticed it or not, but if you were looking at the 11 o’clock ferry back to the mainland, you would’ve seen the naked shoulders of a young woman sticking out the porthole on the starboard side. And if you did, I wonder if you also heard her screaming over the sound of the waves and the engines.
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