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My Holiday in May Ch. 01

By: LukeCoolhand



"Great. What a great holiday I'll be having," I muttered to myself as I boarded the ferry. Dad had just got together with a new girlfriend (his sixth after the divorce) and he must be really into this one, because he took the trouble to ship me off to our "country bumpkin" relatives for my one-week fall break.

I'm going on 20 this year, just getting to my final year in college. Not the best age for anyone, I assure you, especially for a guy who's living with his dad and always "in the way" when there's a new girl to bring home to screw.

Oh, I knew what he was up to. Hey, I've been reading his girlie magazines and stuff since I was 14 and once, I happened to come home early and walked in oin Dad and his girlfriend (number 4, was it, or maybe it was number 3?).

I skipped my late afternoon class for the day because I was bored and because I knew the lecturer wouldn't notice, made my way back to the flat, all prepared to continue my online game... and was stunned to see a very naked girl lying on the sofa in the living room, her legs spread wide. She didn't look much older than I was (Dad liked them young and petite), had a great bod, and a pretty, shaved beaver that was gaping almost as wide as my mouth was when I saw her.

Don't ask me where he finds them. Dad just somehow manages to find girlfriends who fit the caricatures you see drawn on the toilet walls. This one was no different -- huge jugs which, from her tanlines, looked very much like they had trouble staying covered. The white triangle around her pussy was even smaller, making me wonder if they really did make bikinis that small.

She was blindfolded, so she didn't know it was me when I walked in. Dad came into the living room just a few moments later and caught me staring at his girlfriend's naked body, glared at me, then put his finger to his lips. His other hand waved me away. It was a clear gesture for me to quietly get lost. I did so only after I gestured back that I should be paid for that 'favour'... which brought me another glare, but also four $50 notes that were hastily grabbed from his wallet. I left the flat, closing the door quietly behind me, but not before seeing the girl slide her finger into her wet cleft while she cooed Dad's name.

Fucking hell. Dad was getting more pussy than I was. Not that I was a virgin, of course. I just didn't have my own place, a car or the big bucks to make it with every hot girl I met on campus. Yeah, for what he was worth, Dad was real tight when it came to my allowance. "Thrift builds character," he said each time I complained about how he didn't give me enough money to live on. Right, Dad. Sounds more to me like you're refusing to admit you're a tightwad.

Worst part was, I was more than ready to move out and get my own place, but Dad would have none of it. "Don't think I don't know what you'd be up to if you were out there on your own, Chuck," he said to me once. "I'm not paying for you to party, and you're not getting your own place, at least, not till you're 21." No amount of pestering would change his mind too. The only concession he would make was "I'll consider it when you show some responsibility." He refused to define what he meant by me "showing responsibility", and only said that he "would know it when (he) saw it". Fuck.

Given those sorts of limits, I made do with what I could get, which was mostly what I'd call "girls with potential". Too bad the hot sluts were really available only to the highest bidders. I only managed to fuck two of the more bookish ones, although that second one was really a surprise package. She wore her hair straight and plain, but she was a wildcat in bed alright, right down to the way she wiggled her ass while I was bucking on top of her. That went on for quite a bit, and to be honest, I think I kind of became fond of her and her tiny little off-campus apartment, which was the scene of many of our epic sexual trysts. Then her parents had to move to another city and wanted her to go along with them.

I've never been a strong believer in long distance relationships, but Honey was really someone I think I would've considered having one with, if not for her insistence that we end it. It sucked big time not only because she was great in bed... for weeks afterwards I couldn't even masturbate to her memory because it was too painful. Was that was love was supposed to be? I don't know the answer to that one. All I know is that I occasionally think of her still... and get a boner when I do. Damn, my life is really fucked up.

Now I'm on the way to a small island far away from the apartment I call home, just because Dad wants some "quality time" with his latest piece of ass. OK, it wouldn't be the first time I visited the damned place - I was there what, some 10 years ago or something like that - but still... who do you know looks forward to an entire week without the Net? I can hardly remember the farm, or my aunt and uncle who live there, never mind what it looked like. All I know is that it's a small place and that it hadn't changed much since I was last there.

Naturally, my mood was foul by the time the ferry docked at the little pier. As I got my stuff together and stepped out, my nostrils were assailed by a pungent mix of rotting seafood, chickens, ducks, pigs and all manner of shit. I almost choked on my first breath of island air. What a rotten trick to pull, Dad.

I looked across the pier and saw a couple I did not recognise, holding up a ratty cardboard with my name on it. They didn't look like gentlemen farmers in the least, their clothes were more Walmart than they were Gap, so I knew I was in for a rough weekend. Aunty Lucy was Dad's step-cousin, and like him, she was tall and thin. Her husband was a brown, wizened little guy who seemed much smaller than I remembered. He sported a mustache that seemed too big for his face, which was always red from his usual diet of beer and more beer.

Remembering my manners, I changed my scowl to a half-grin, hoping that they wouldn't notice my black mood. I raised my hand with the carton of beer and Uncle Larry's smile broadened. There was nothing in Larry's world that couldn't be solved with beer, and if there were any, they could certainly be solved with more beer. At least, that was what Dad said to me while he handed me the beer. I wondered how it was Aunty Lucy put up with him all these years. Bad enough that she got knocked up by him while she was a teen, but sticking by him through the shitty years in a shitty house, just for the sake of their ratty little daughter... man, that takes the patience of a saint.

Just as I thought of her, a tall young woman stepped up and grabbed me. "Cousin Charlie!" she squealed in my ear, and I was slightly taken aback. The girl was about my height, brown all over and real pretty, and it took a couple of seconds for me to realise that little May had grown up. Boy, had she grown up.

She was no longer the little shrimp who liked to rat on me (some things you don't forget). May had become quite the looker... what guys at college would call an 'angel face' because she looked just like one. Her features were delicate, her large brown eyes, cute nose and small, pouty mouth framed by a head of short, black hair which she wore loose. Her eyes sparkled and looked just as mischievous as they did when I last saw her, and her grin was the same, but everything else was, well, better.

For someone who lived on a farm, she wasn't large or big-boned... in fact, her shoulders were quite narrow, her arms toned but not too muscular. Those arms lifted me up off the ground in a bear hug, before setting me down. "Let's take a look at you cuz!" she giggled as she pulled away, leaving my nose hungering for more of her earthy, musky aroma. May smelt like a woman should, that was for sure.

I took the chance to look at her too -- she wasn't very stacked in the top half, but it didn't matter. I don't have a breast fixation like Dad does, and besides, May had all the bumps and curves in all the right places. Plus,I happened to touch her ass when I wrapped my arms around her waist in response to her hug... that part was great -- perky, round and muscular.

"Coming, cuz? Or are you getting ready to go back?" She smiled as she picked up her dad's carton of beer easily, turned and walked off towards her parents. As I followed behind her, I caught whiffs of her intoxicating scent that perked my willy up no end. It was enough to give me a hard-on, and I was thankful once again that I was wearing briefs instead of going commando like I normally do. 

Hmmm. Maybe this wouldn't turn out to be such a bad holiday after all. She turned to look at me, her eyes twinkling as she swung the beer into the bed of the beat-up little pickup that the family owned. As she reached up and over, her shirt rode up, revealing a brown expanse of skin, from just above her waist right down to the deep, inviting groove of her buttocks. Damn. The shorts she was wearing were the loose fitting sort, so I got a good view of the top half of her butt. My cock began protesting, pushing against the material of my briefs.

"What's the matter Cuz? Need a hand to get in here? Or are you saving that for something else?" she teased as I stopped next to the pickup and looked in. She had sat down on some sacks and was grinning at me. Damn it, I thought she'd forgotten about that. 

I was just short of 10 the last time I stayed over with Aunty Lucy and Uncle Larry. I don't remember it to be a particularly happy period of my life then. I didn't like what was going on and being sent to live with Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry for months seemed to be some sort of punishment for me.

The week before I left, I'd overheard one of the older boys at school talking about wanking off. It was something they were discussing in the toilet, and at the time, I didn't even give a second thought to what they were saying. Then I ended up on this island, with too little to do and too much time to spend.

I think I did play with cousin May, but I remember wanting to be on my own at some point. On one particularly hot day, I ran off to the river after completing my chores. I checked to make sure May wasn't hanging around like she usually did, chucked my clothes, and went for a long swim in the cool water.

It felt good to be out of the heat, so much in fact, that I kept swimming until it was pretty late. After I tired of swimming and thinking of things, I got out, sat on a rock by the side of the river, and decided to try what the older boys had discussed.

How was I to know impish little May had managed to find me and was spying on me? I suddenly heard a peal of laughter and the sound of leaves rustling, and she was off to tell her parents what she'd seen me doing. What followed was the most embarrassing conversation with Uncle Larry about sex and wanking off that I'd ever had. I was mortified by the fuss. What made it worse was that May made sure I didn't forget about it, mentioning my "pee pee rub" at every opportunity. Each time she did that, I gave her murderous looks. I was so embarrassed I would've killed her if I could.

Now, looking at how cousin May turned out , I suppose I was glad I'd left those murderous urges behind me. We settled down in the back and she started filling me in on what we had done way back then, when we were little. I can honestly say I don't really remember half of what she said we did - maybe it's easier to remember things when you live a simple life, I thought - but I made all the right noises and kept nodding my head in agreement to what she was saying.

There was another, more compelling reason for my lack of attention to our conversation - our trip back to the farm took us over some really bumpy roads, and the way her chest was bouncing, I was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra. Then we went over a particularly deep pothole and she fell forwards, giving me a visual confirmation - I saw a lovely pink nipple through the open neck of her blouse. It was perched on a brown, perky mound and looked so fresh and tasty I had half a mind to reach out and pinch it to see if it was real.

As if that wssn't distracting enough, as she pushed herself back to her original position, I realised that she had flung her left leg out to the side to steady herself, leaving her bare pussy hanging out of the leg of her shorts. It wasn't particularly bushy -- in fact, the hair on her pubic mound was so wispy I didn't recognise it at first - I was admiring her leg, and as my eyes ran up past her knee to her thigh, they alighted on a lump that I thought had no place on a leg so beautiful. The pickup lurched again, and I suddenly noticed the pink cleft in the middle of that brown mound. My cock surged under my briefs when I realised I was looking at May's naked snatch. And what a beautiful snatch it was too.

May continued chattering away, seemingly unaware that her privates had been exposed to my gaze. Apparently, wearing panties wasn't a big thing with her. Or maybe it was an island thing. Whatever the reason, I certainly appreciated the opportunity to gaze upon her secret parts. I had to tear my eyes away from her crotch so that she wouldn't catch on and limited myself to surreptitious glances whenever her eyes moved away from my face.

The bumping continued and she had to keep moving to adjust her centre of balance, so that delicious clefted secret kept moving into and back out of her shorts. But I wasn't complaining because there were a few bumps we went over where she fell back, giving me an occasional view of the deep pink valley of her sex. In fact, I saw enough of her pussy to know that she had thick outer lips that tapered down to a little dent that I knew marked the entrance to her vagina.

The road to the farm sucked, but it was working great for my eyes. We went into a particularly deep pothole and her legs flew up and apart. I had to stop myself from gaping because I saw her labia spreading, showing off her lusciously moist vulva, separated from the tiny rosebud of her anus by a small shelf of brown flesh.

She squealed with laughter when we landed and I had to stifle a grunt - it hurts when you're bumping around the back of a pickup while you're sporting a huge erection - and lay there for a bit, giving me a long eyeful of her exposed pussy. May still didn't seem to notice that her private parts were on display, and chatted on excitedly about the field we were passing. Something about a dog, running and all that... I can't say my mind was on what she was saying, I was so focused on what she was showing.

Then she sat up and said: "Look, we're here!", her finger pointing in the direction of a small, rather rundown looking farmhouse. Her pussy disappeared back into the leg of her shorts as we rolled into the yard of the little farmhouse and I heaved a sigh of disappointment... and relief. It was getting quite difficult to keep myself from staring at her crotch, and to tell the truth, I wasn't sure she wasn't aware too, that I was looking at her naked pussy.

We rolled to a stop in front of a farmhouse that looked exactly as I remembered it and May stood up, her hands brushing down the front of her shorts. I might have caught one more glimpse of her pussy as she did so, but I'm not sure... it didn't matter anyway because I'd gotten more than my fair share of views of May's lovely little snatch.

She jumped down onto the ground and reached back to pick up the beer. "The ride too rough for you, cuz?' she smiled at me, then turned around and walked into the house. I did the same and picked up my backpack. I could smell the outhouse from where I was standing - oh yes, there was a definite lack of plumbing facilities here, I remember now - and thought of holding my nose while going to the toilet, sleeping on a hard bed in a largely unheated house, and waking up in the morning to do chores while May's parents went out to fish.

"Welcome to our humble home, Charlie," said Aunt Lucy. "You'll be sharing the bed with Uncle Charlie, and the toilet's over there, just like before. I hope you're not too disappointed with the facilities."

I thought of maybe catching more glimpses of May's bare pussy while her parents were out fishing, maybe under her shorts, under her pyjamas, or even accidentally on purpose walking into the outhouse while she was inside... and shook my head. "Not at all, Aunt Lucy. I'm not disappointed at all."

I wasn't lying too. If the trip in to the farm was any indication of how my holiday would turn out, I was certainly looking forward to the rest of the week. Lack of plumbing be damned, this may turn out to be the best holiday I've ever had. 

My Holiday in May Ch. 02



Life on an island off mainland Asia may sound like an idyllic paradise to some, but I assure you, it takes a lot of getting used to. I'd arrived at Aunt Lucy's in the evening and she had dinner ready when we went in. That was fine, the food was great, but there was little else to do after that, so everyone turned in. At 8 o'clock! Man, that's the time we usually get the parties started in the city.

There was worse to follow... I thought I should go to the toilet before they turned off the lights and asked to be directed there. It was an outhouse, just as I remembered it. The damned thing had no door, it was just a tiny little shed-like thing in the front yard that anyone could walk into. It was constructed with an angled wall so you couldn't see right into the thing if you were walking past, but still... for a city dweller used to proper, lockable doors, it left me feeling a little vulnerable when I used it. To add to that sense of insecurity, the toilet was really just a hole in the dirt with a couple of planks on either side for you to stand on. 

Altogether, it made for a very uncomfortable toilet experience, alleviated only by the thought that I could perhaps chance upon May while she was in here and get another glimpse of that luscious pussy.

After doing what I had to do, I made way back to the house, thankful that the outhouse wasn't as smelly as I'd expected it to be. I went in just in time to see May in a white, almost matronly set of pyjamas walking into the bedroom she would be sharing with her mother. I was ushered to the other bedroom, where Uncle Larry was getting ready for bed. 

"I hope you don't snore, Charlie," he grinned. His eyes were bloodshot, his face even more flushed and I realised that he'd been at the beers I'd brought over. Damn, I hope he's not too drunk to realise he's not sleeping next to his wife.

That made for a rather uncomfortable first night for me. That they woke up at 4 in the morning didn't help either. That's the time I usually go to sleep during the holidays! I would've grumbled if it weren't for the fact that Uncle Larry was finally out of the house so I could resume my sleep... and also, that maybe, just maybe, cousin May was still sleeping so I could sneak a peek at her later on.

That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep. All 15 minutes of it. I was rudely awakened from a dream about walking in on May peeing by the fully-clothed girl, raring to go. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" she laughed as she shook my shoulder. "Time to feed the animals! You do remember that's what you used to do, right?"

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, groaned and nodded. I would need a holiday just to get over this one. And Dad would have to pay for that, damn it. The rest of the day passed without incident. I hardly saw May at all, she was busy with the vegetables and fruits and I had the relatively easier task of feeding the animals in the morning. We switched roles in the afternoon, with me picking through the produce for the spoilt fruit and vegetables that would go to the pigs, and May cleaning up the animals' stalls. She wore the same loose cotton shorts under a big t-shirt, and damn, she looked good even with her hair a mess and streaks of dirt on her arms and legs.

Other than during the changeover of duties, the one other time I saw her, she was just coming out of the outhouse and I cursed my luck. If only I'd been a little quicker, I might've caught her in there with her pants down! Damn it!

Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry came back with the evening tide, bringing with them the day's catch. It was pretty impressive -- eels, crabs, groupers, sea bass and some octopi. There was also a great number of farmed oysters and scallops which tasted great. Over dinner, they discussed their plans for the next day. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry would come back early with whatever they had in their nets before setting off for the mainland where they would sell their catch at the market. My ears (and willy) perked up at the news -- it meant I would be alone at the farm with cousin May -- especially when they said they would be back late. Then they listed a number of chores that we were to do while they were gone and my spirits sank. There was so much to do, and each of us had our own chores, so much so I wasn't likely to see much of May tomorrow either. Double damn.

My second night passed somewhat better than the first -- perhaps it had to do with me getting used to the brick bed we slept on, or perhaps I was too tired. Anyway, I was more ready to hit the sack at 8 than I was the previous evening, and more awake at 4 when Uncle Larry changed up to go out to sea. May didn't come to look for me -- she was outside having a small argument with Aunt Lucy. I only started listening to what they were discussing when it got louder, but it apparently had something to do with Lucy telling her daughter to wear underwear while I was around. May was having none of that, of course, and said so in as many words, but her mother was insistent.

I think at some point, they realised that they were getting a little too loud and that I might overhear the conversation, so they moved away and I couldn't hear anymore. But that certainly woke me up alright. Good girl, May! I looked forward to more opportunities to see her beaver today.

When I walked out of the house, however, I was confronted with the sight of the three of them wearing their rubber waders, heading out the gates. "Hey, wait," I yelled, wondering if I was supposed to join them and Aunt Lucy stopped and walked back towards me. "Sorry I forgot to tell you, Charlie, but you're on your own today," she said. "May, your uncle Larry and I will be going out to sea in the morning, so we'll need you to feed the animals and help with cleaning up their stalls." 

I hesitated. Me, alone on a farm? That sounded a little iffy. My doubts must have been reflected on my face, because Aunt Lucy continued: "Don't worry about it. We'll be back before you know it, and May will be around in the afternoon to help with the rest of the chores." 

What could I say? I simply nodded my agreement, unable to believe my bad luck. I wouldn't get to see her before lunch. Shit. By now, cousin May was some distance away, and she turned to wave goodbye to me before climbing into the boat. I waved back, sighing. I suppose it didn't matter. We still had the afternoon together. Besides, going by what she had been discussing with her mother, there was an even chance I would get more glimpses of her lovely snatch when she was back.

The rest of the morning was uneventful, and to be truthful, I think I was getting the hang of the island life. OK, it was weird to go without the Net and I wondered what my friends were doing on Facebook and Twitter, but really, the amount of physical work I was doing made sure the time flew by.

Before I knew it, the boat was back and Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were hoisting a huge bucket over the side, into the arms of cousin May. I thought of going out to help but from their gesticulations, I could tell that it wasn't necessary... May had the task well in hand. So, I turned my attention back to the pigs. I didn't even look up when I heard May's footsteps approaching. I tried not to look up because I knew she was in her rubber waders -- big ugly boots that reached up to the waist -- so there was really nothing much to see, and also because it didn't sound like she needed help at all. Like I've said, May is a lot stronger than she looks.

Then I heard her stumble and curse -- the first curse word I'd heard her speak -- followed immediately by the sound of water splashing on the ground. I looked up and saw some fish flopping on the ground. May had set the large bucket down. Her shirt was wet and her nipples were showing through the material. I left what I was doing and walked over to her, picking up the fish as I went along, and tossing them back into the bucket. 

"Shit," I heard her mutter, and looked at her again. Her nipples were hard little knots as she struggled to fish an eel out from her waders. From where I was, it looked a lot like she was masturbating with the fish and I wanted to laugh at the sight. I continued to pick up the remainder of the fish on the ground while she wrestled with the eel and a number of other fish that had fallen into her waders.

Then I heard her exclaim once more. She had moved towards the table at the side and was leaning her butt against it when she did so. "Eeep!" she squeaked, and I looked at her once more. She had slipped her arms under the suspenders that held her waders up and shucked them off, so she was standing in front of me in her wet tee and loose grey shorts. Her shorts had slipped down, exposing her belly, but they were still hanging on her hips so I didn't see what the fuss was about.

May was looking rather panicked, however, and that was when I took a second look and realised that there was a conspicuous lump on the front of her shorts. As I looked on, I noticed some grey fingers extending across the part of her belly that was showing and realised what was going on. Clearly, an octopus had slipped into her waders and under her shorts when she stumbled and spilled some of the contents of the bucket onto herself. 

"H...help!" she said as she scooted her bum backwards onto the table and I saw why she was in such a state. Her shorts slipped down her legs as she did, revealing a fist-sized octopus, perched right on top of that beautiful brown mound of hers. I would've see her slit too, had it not been for one of the creature's tentacles covering it completely. 

"Oh! Charlie! Help! Get it off me!" she cried again as she clamped her thighs together. I think it was a protective gesture, to prevent the octopus' incursion into her sex. As it turned out, that was not the right thing to do... as the space between her thighs narrowed, I saw the octopus' tentacle sliding into her narrow, unprotected cleft."Ooh! Oh!" she moaned as her fat lower lips embraced its marine invader, obscuring the squirming grey appendage.

Realising her mistake, she flung her legs apart, but it was too late. I'd read biology so I knew all about octopi and their suckers. I had no doubt the little thing had attached its suckers on her sensitive pussy flesh. Maybe even on her clitoris. Man, that gave me a super hard-on straight away. 

"Charlie, help me!" she pleaded as her thighs flew apart, not caring that I was now able to gaze directly at her plump labia. The tentacle was so deeply entrenched within it had disappeared into her puffy slit, and the only evidence of its presence was the thin tip squirreling about at the bottom, past her vagina and dangerously near her anus. Her thighs flexed and relaxed, as if she was tempted to close her legs again but afraid to do so. I wondered what if felt like for her, to have the tentacle squirming about in her most sensitive region, and got a reply almost immediately. "Ow! It... it hurts!" she cried again as she leaned back, leaving her crotch open while she waited for my help. 

"I... um... I don't..." I stuttered, admiring the view while I considered my options. Her pubic mound was really pronounced and she didn't have much by way of a bush there, as I'd noticed the previous day. The few hairs she had were thin and lay flat on her skin, so it really looked like it had been shaved. I was transfixed by the sight of her labia moving ever so slightly while the tentacle between then continued twisting about. It's kind of hard to think about what to do next when all the available blood rushes to my cock.

"Charlie! You must... help me. Oh!" she gasped as the its tentacle's motion between her pussy lips became more violent. Her legs flung wider apart, and she scooted her bum towards me, inviting me to do something. Thus opened, her lips slid ever so slightly apart, and I was afforded the sight of the tentacle tip squirming its way into her tiny anus, drawing another squeal from her. "Oh! It... it's... oh, help me, Charlie!"

"But it'll bite," I said. I knew that octopi had beaks that they would use to eat with... or bite with if they felt threatened. "I... don't care, just get it off me," May responded, and then screamed. "Oh fuck, it bit me!" 

Damn it, the creature was taking liberties with lovely May. I stepped forward and picked it up by its head... and was rewarded with the sight of May's pussy lips extending as its suckers held on tight to her tender flesh. Worse (for her), my supposition had turned out to be correct. One of its suckers had attached itself right onto her clit, so my action made her scream out loud.

I dropped it. Yeah, I know, I could've done it on purpose, but the truth was I was so aroused by the sight of the thing clinging on to her pussy and clit flesh and so surprised by her yell that I dropped it right between her legs. The octopus slapped right back down, its body right over her vagina. I saw more of its tentacles slide between her lips, pressing them apart as it struggled to find a hiding place in the slippery flesh. 

"Sorry! Sorry! It's slippery!" I said as she yelled again: "Charlie! Stop it!" I quickly grabbed at it before it could bite her once more, and pulled it away from her. Two of its tentacles retained their grip on her pussy flesh however, and I had to pick each one out of her now wet and squelching slit. I was as gentle as I could with the one on her clit, but she yelled out loud nonetheless when I removed it. Her clit looked raw and angry, the tiny little bud standing stiffly out from under its hood.

I'd thought that was the worst of it, but I was wrong. There was still the tentacle in her ass. I lowered my eyes and saw that there were now two inside, twisting away as the poor creature tried its best to escape my grasp. "Oh! Oh! Get it out, get it out!" May panted as I hesitated.

I grabbed hold of the two offending tentacles and pulled, noting how her asshole pouted before it gave up the two intruding probes."Aaauuuww!" she groaned when I did so, then she fell onto her back on the table while I threw the octopus into the bucket. "Oh! It still hurts! Oh!" 

I looked at the split of her groin. Her pussy lips looked even more puffy and red, and there were two blood-filled crescent-shaped indentations on the top of her mound, just milimetres away from the top of her slit. She was bleeding from the octopus' bite, poor girl. She lay there on the table top, making no attempt to cover herself up or even bring her splayed legs together. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, nipples still stiff under the thin shirt she wore.

What else could I do? I squatted in front of her open groin, lowered my mouth to the bite mark and sucked on it, conscious of how close my lips were to her luscious lower ones. Then I turned to spit out the blood and did it again. This time, I did not spit... I just let the tip of my tongue brush against the top of her slit. Her thighs jerked, then fell apart as I did so. I took this to be encouragement, so I began lapping at the top of her slit.

After a few moments, May responded by pushing herself further forward, thrusting her vulva towards my mouth. Her hips were now at the table edge, her legs parallel to it as I continued licking, dropping my tongue further down and touching her clit. She jerked once more, closing her thighs around my head. I heard her draw in a sharp breath and stopped, but she relaxed once more and opened her legs, inviting me to continue.

I guessed that her clit was a bit too sensitive for direct contact, so I focused my attention on the fleshy lips around it, sliding my tongue about the slippery flesh. I think I might have tasted a little pee when I started, but as I went on, all I could taste and smell was the tangy, almost sea water-like musk of her cunt. After a while, I realised that she was sighing and cooing, especially when my tongue approached her clit.

I took the cue and brought my tongue closer and closer to the little nub of flesh, noting the trembling in her thighs as I brushed lightly against it. Suddenly, I pressed the blade of tongue up against the quivering clit, dropping my tongue tip to her vagina, seeking and plunging into the gushing orifice. She yelped as I did so, and I went back to licking at her labia, before attacking her clit once more. A few more times of this and she suddenly clamped her thighs round my head, her hands grabbing my hair as she tried to shove my head right into her convulsing pussy.

At least, that was what it felt like. I wasn't able to breathe for a bit, but I didn't mind. By that time, I'd released my cock from the confines of my shorts and briefs, and between slipping my hands under her shirt and rubbing her breasts, I was wanking off as well. When she came, the fingers on my right hand were holding her lips apart while those on my left were playing with the nipple on her left breast.

I could hear her scream even though my ears were firmly covered by her thighs. Dimly, I thought it was a good thing Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry lived far away from anyone else, or May's screaming would have brought the neighbours running. As it was, she continued coming for a good while, and when she was coming down off a peak, all I had to do was to move my tongue and she would clamp my head and scream again.

I don't know how long it was before she stopped coming, but my tongue was certainly feeling the effects of prolonged action by then. I resisted the temptation to keep licking at her sopping wet privates because I could tell that she was getting hoarse... it wouldn't do for either of us to have to explain to her parents what made her lose her voice, after all.

When her thighs finally released my head, I tried to stand up. I say tried because my knees were soft from squatting for so long. I sagged forward and had to place my hands on the table on either side of May to avoid falling on top of her. Panting, I looked down at the nearly naked girl beneath me. The angelic eyes were closed, her head turned to one side. Her shirt had been pushed up to reveal her small breasts, which were rising and falling with great rapidity. There were no tan lines on her body -- not on her cute little boobs (which were the size of lemons), nor on her hips or groin. I suspected that she spent a lot of time outside naked when her parents were not around.

Oops. The table was slippery under my hands and I fell forward a fraction. I felt something soft and wet opening up around my dick head and looked down. My prick was positioned right at the entrance to her vagina, the head having already disappeared into her cleft.

May did not seem to notice or mind. "May?" I whispered. "Are you... alright?" She didn't respond to the question immediately, and I waited for a few moments, until I saw her nod slightly. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing slower now.

I leaned forward a bit more, lowering myself to rest on my elbows. At the same time, my cock was pushing forward, probing deeper into her opening. She was so tight I could feel her vaginal walls pressing my foreskin back, her inner flesh providing weak resistance to my invading prick -- it felt like a smooth, wet velvet glove curled around my erection. Then my cock hit an obstruction inside her. Clearly, May was still a virgin.

I didn't want to force my way through when I wasn't sure that May was ready for this, so I made to pull my aching cock out. Yeah, I know that 'blue balls' thing is supposed to be a myth -- I certainly never experienced it before with Honey or that other girl -- but with May, it was definitely different. My cock and balls ached for release.

But May was my cousin twice removed (her mom was the daughter of my grandpa's brother), and I was a guest at her house. And I started having second thoughts because May didn't seem to be reacting at all, other than a soft grunt when I hit her hymen. I might be horny, but I certainly didn't want to be a selfish bastard. Not with cousin May.




My Holiday in May Ch. 02



I tell you, it was a damned difficult decision to make, to pull out and stop because I wasn't sure the girl wanted it. Her tightness round my cock made it all the more harder. As I started pulling out, however, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked right at me. My breath stopped not just because she looked so beautiful, with a fetching flush on her cheeks and neck, but also because it suddenly occurred to me that I might have been wrong to assume that no reaction meant consent. What if she had been unconscious and only just woke up to feel my cock protruding into her pussy? What if she screamed rape? 

"What do you think you are doing?" she said as she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down her body at where we were joined. I don't think she could have seen how my cock was embedded in her cunt, but she certainly must have felt it. I felt the blood drain from my face. Fuck, I'm screwed.

Then she moved her legs. Instead of pushing me away, however, she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Charlie, what are you doing?" she teased as she lay back again, using her legs to draw me deeper into her. 

"Umm... I didn't know... you know... you didn't..." I stammered as I felt my dick press up against the obstruction inside her again. "Silly... ow! Did I say I wanted you to stop?" she gasped as she pulled me forward, breaching her hymen. I felt something give way inside her and suddenly, I was sliding in deeper into her.

She smiled at me. "Did you know I've had a crush on you since we were little?" she asked as she drew me up all the way into her. "Since even before I saw...hhh... you rubbing your little pee pee?" She breathed out as my cock bumped into her cervix. "I... really..? I thought..." My brain reeled from the thought that this beautiful girl had been having the hots for me for such a long time. 

"You thought what? You know, I've been waiting all this time for you to come back... every year I hoped to hear from Mom and Dad that you're coming back, and every year, I've been disappointed... until now."

"Oh? I... I didn't know," I replied, trying my best to stay still inside her while she spoke. She looked like she was savouring the moment... or at least the feeling of my cock in her pussy. "I... would have come back if I'd known."

"Really? Before you came back, I thought it was hopelessly one-sided. I had a boyfriend, but it didn't work out because I kept thinking about you." May smiled at me. She was really pretty... I couldn't believe that I'd plunged my cock into such an angel... nor that I was holding it steady while we spoke when every instinct inside me screamed for raging, pumping release from the pressure building up in my balls.

"You had a boyfriend? Then why... how come..?" I stopped, realising it was an inappropriate question. "Because I refused to do it. I was still waiting for you, silly," she replied as she slowly began moving her hips. Her position below me made it difficult, but she managed to move nonetheless. The sensation was... spectacular. Her vaginal walls were sliding against my cock, massaging it and making it even harder for me to stay still. 

"So when you... came back... I thought... it was my chance... to see if... it was mutual," she panted as I gave in to the sensation and began to pump my cock into her, in time with her thrusts. "So you did want me to see..?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.

May nodded. "The octopus was... a lucky... accident, but... yeah..." she breathed, as our pace evened out and we began to match each other's movements. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath whooshing out with every inward thrust of my cock. While we slowly fucked, she managed to reach down and pull off her shirt, giving me a view of her naked body in all its glory.

It was awesome. This was supposed to be a bad holiday. Or at least, I'd expected to be unable to enjoy it. Now here I was, fucking a lovely girl who just happened to be my cousin... and who had just admitted she was horny for me. Hot damn. Who would've guessed?

May rotated her hips as she kept up with my rhythm. I alternated between short, quick strokes which left my cock in her cunt most of the time; and long, slower ones where I drew it out until my cockhead was just at the entrance. The first made her grunt, and the second made her groan with impatience. But I really wasn't teasing her, it was more than that. Just looking at her nude body, hearing her squishing cunt as it welcomed my cock into her depths, smelling the sea in her hair, touching her rock-hard nipples and tasting her salty kiss... it was enough to make me come in seconds. But I wanted it to last much longer. I wanted to wait for May to come.

Fortunately for me, I didn't have to wait too long. Perhaps it was all that pent-up anticipation, or maybe it was the earlier cunt licking that did it... after what seemed like only a short while, May suddenly stiffened, her eyes clamping shut and back arching as her climax hit. I felt it right away on my cock too. Suddenly, there was a huge resistance on my cock, whether I was pushing it in or pulling it out. It felt like her vagina was sucking at my dick like a baby nursing at its mother's teat.

Sure, I know all about contraception and all that, but this was an island. There were no convenience stores or pharmacies, and certainly there was no time to stop to grab a rubber. When her pussy went into overdrive, I was barely able to contain myself. May began to scream, her convulsing legs thumping on my back, pulling me even deeper into her. I thought I could feel her cervix pulsing, grabbing at my cockhead, and that did it for me. 

"Ohhh Mayyyy!" I groaned as I unloaded what was possibly the biggest load of come I had ever shot into a pussy in my entire life. My cock was jerking around inside her for what seemed like an eternity, and with each spurt, her body responded with a jerk, as if her pussy relished every bit of semen that was being pumped into her.

I collapsed upon her as the last spurts of come shot out of my cock into her waiting vagina, and to be honest, I wasn't able to process what was going on around me for a few moments. It was kind of like a semi-conscious state that I went into for a while, and by the time I was able to tell what was going on I was lying on her shoulder, her nipple pressed against my collarbone while her hands lightly caressed my hair.

"May..." I started and she shushed me. "Let's be quiet for a while, Charlie." I didn't say anything else, I just lay on top of her and listened to her heart beat. I could feel my deflated cock still embedded in her vagina. OK, maybe I should say semi-deflated. Even after such a devastating ejaculation, May was still able to make me hard. I breathed deeply, savouring her smell mingled with the musky fragrance of our recent union. 

I don't know how long we lay there on the table, but the sun was getting pretty low in the sky when we finally stirred. Thick wads of semen flowed out when I withdrew my prick from her reluctant snatch. We didn't say anything to each other... we knew what had to be done before her parents came home. She set about clearing the fish and picking through the pile of vegetables she had harvested the day before while I cleaned up the table and removed any traces of our little tryst.

We didn't say anything not because we were ashamed, but because there had somehow been an unspoken agreement between us, initiated during and after our first session of sex. May had only to look at me and I knew what it was she meant or wanted. 

By the time Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry had the boat anchored near the beach, we had recovered sufficiently from our encounter. We didn't speak about the octopus, the licking or the fucking, although it was certainly still on my mind... and I was sure it was on hers too.

As we stood at the gate watching her parents walking towards us with huge grins on their faces, May suddenly leaned over and whispered: "Thanks for helping me with that... thing, Charlie. But we forgot one thing." 

I was shocked. "What?" i asked worriedly. Had I left some stain somewhere? Was she trying to tell me that it was the wrong time of the month for her and she could be pregnant? What? What was it we'd forgotten? 

"My pussy feels great. But my ass... my asshole still hurts," she whispered, and burst into laughter at the look on my face. Reaching back so her parents couldn't see what she was doing, May slipped her hand under the waistband of my shorts and reached forward, cupping my balls and tickling the base of my thickening cock.

Good grief. Was she intending what I thought she meant?



My Holiday in May Ch. 03



Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were in high spirits when they returned from their trip to the market. They had gotten very good prices for the fish they had brought, and it was the most money they had seen in a while, so they were ecstatic -- Uncle Larry even went so far as to call me a "good luck charm" because they'd had the best catch they'd seen in years.

Which turned out to be a good thing, because something changed between the time Lucy and Larry got back, and when we sat down for dinner. After making that sly grab for my balls and cock from behind my back, May went off to the kitchen with her Mom while I grabbed a basin of water and headed to an isolated part of the beach to wash myself. I had been a little worried Uncle Larry would follow me there - I would have had a hard time explaining to him why my groin was so wet and smelling of pussy juice - but thankfully, he took the hint that I wanted to wash up on my own and let me go alone.

I made sure to scrub my pubic region thoroughly and paid special attention to my cock and balls - May was a 'gusher' and even as I was washing up I could still smell her pussy on me - and then, just as I was about to go back, I remembered to wash my face as well. Not that I had anything against smelling May's pussy on my own skin, I was more afraid that Uncle Larry would smell his daughter's cunt on me when we went to sleep tonight.

When I got back, dinner was sitting on the table. Nobody had noticed that May and I hadn't touched the food that had been left for us for lunch, thank God. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were still chatting away excitedly about their time at the market. Of May, there was no sign. When she did finally come in, however, I knew something had changed right away.

I knew because she avoided my eyes throughout dinner... and because I could see that she was wearing her underwear under the pyjamas this evening. When we were done eating, she scooted off to the kitchen to help with the washing up while Uncle Larry sat with me to talk about life at college, in the city. Boring stuff, but it beat being ignored all evening, I suppose.

I won't say I wasn't perturbed by May's behaviour, and it wasn't because it meant I wouldn't be savouring that delicious pussy either. It was more than that - I surprised myself when it occurred to me that I wasn't thinking about seeing her naked or wanting to fuck her... instead, I was sad and worried about her. What had happened? Had Aunt Lucy spoken to her? Was she regretting that she had had sex with me?

Those thoughts stayed with me throughout my conversation with Uncle Larry and right up to bedtime. I tossed and turned for a good bit before sleep finally claimed me, and to describe my slumber as 'disturbed' would be an understatement of epic proportions. I kept waking up... or at least, I thought I did, after a while... in between dreams of fucking May and getting discovered, May telling me she was pregnant and Uncle Larry bellowing his head off in the living room, waking up in my own room and realising that I no longer had the chance to find out what went wrong with cousin May.

That last dream did it for me. I was wide awake after that, and only then did I realise that it was morning and sunshine was streaming in the window. Damn. Where was May? Was she still pissed off? Why didn't she come look for me?

I quickly changed up and went outside, noting that it was already 9 o'clock. Wow, that massive spend into May's cunt must have really drained me. I went round the pens and saw the pigs feeding at their troughs. The chickens and ducks had also been fed too. May had already done my chores. Shit, she must be really mad.

I set out for the field where I knew she'd be working. She was in the furthest corner, wearing... damn, she was wearing the most modest clothing I'd seen on her since I came to the island. What had I done?

"May!" I called out to her and she didn't even turn around. I knew she heard me and was pretending not to, so I made my way towards her, treading gingerly over the mushy field. When I reached her, she stood up, her back towards me - I could see the outline of her bra clearly under her shirt, so I knew she wasn't as free-spirited as she had been during my first two days here - and said: "Go away, Charlie."

Just like that. It wasn't a shout, it wasn't a command, just a straightforward request. "Go away, Charlie." Her tone was dull and her voice soft, so I knew she meant that. "But May..." "I said go away, Charlie." she said, her voice a little louder now.

You know what? I would've done so if it had been any other woman. If she had been someone I'd just wanted to fuck, going away would've been a cinch... after all, I'd seen, touched and tasted her body. What was there to fuss over?

But this was May. My cousin May. The little imp who followed me around the last time I was here. The girl with whom I'd played games, climbed trees... the girl whom I'd 'saved' from an angry dog the last time out. May, the woman whose virginity I'd taken, who gave her body to me just yesterday... no, I wasn't about to listen to her.

I reached out and grabbed her upper arm, and what happened next, happened so fast I only had fleeting impressions of it. May swung round and pushed me square in the chest. Like I said, she's a strong girl, plus, she caught me by surprise. As I fell, I saw that she had been crying, the tears still gleaming on her cheeks.

I went down like a sack of potatoes. The next thing I know, I'm lying on something soft, and water was dripping on my face. One drop hit my mouth and I knew it was May's tears I was feeling. Opening my eyes, I looked up at her. She was still crying, and trying to apologise at the same time: "I'm sorry, Charlie, I'm so sorry..."

"It.. it's alright, May," I answered as I lifted my head off her lap. "No, it's not alright," she said, more tears streaming down her face. She looked so pitiful and so beautiful I grabbed her and pulled her down to lie next to me, and cuddled my angel. She sobbed a bit more, her body shuddering while she lay in my arms."I'm sorry, Charlie," she said again after a while. "I... I shouldn't have done that."

"It's ok, May," I said, brushing my lips against her ear and feeling the goosebumps rise on her arms. "No harm done, except to my heart."

She sniffled a bit more, rubbed her nose on my shirt and then asked: "What do you mean?"

"How you behaved... how cold you've been to me last night and today," I explained. "That hurt my heart more than any push could have."

"Oh," she said, and I continued: "Did I do something wrong? Did you... regret..?"

"No.. no... well, maybe," she hid her face in my chest, unwilling to look at me. "I did... like it."

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "What did I..?"

"Yes, it did hurt," she said, burying her head deeper into my chest. "It hurt when you first... went in. And it hurt for a bit after we... finished. But that's not why..."

"No?" I refused to let the topic go. "So why did you... why did it feel like you didn't like me anymore?"

"I... Mom told me you were going to go back home at the end of the week," she replied. "She told me not to get used to having you around too much because you'd be gone and I'd have to do all the chores on my own again.

"That's when I... when it occurred to me... this can't last, Charlie. I mean, it feels... good when you are down there... and especially when you're in there... but you'll be gone and..."

It dawned on me just why she had suddenly turned cold on me. Cousin May had more than just the hots for me. It made me feel bad, like I'd taken advantage of her. But it also made me feel great too. It was a weird feeling, like nothing I'd felt before.

"So you don't want me to go?" I asked, using my hand to push her chin up so I could look into her eyes. "You want me to stay?"

She nodded, then said: "But I know you won't stay, cousin Charlie. This is not your place. It's not what you're used to. I want you to stay but I know you won't be happy here, so I don't want you to stay too."

I looked into her beautiful brown eyes as she continued: "It sounds confusing, I know, but I... you should be happy too. I love seeing you smile, it's like the morning sunshine, and I don't want to be the reason why you stop smiling.

"Ditto, May," I replied, and kissed her gently on her lips. I gently swiped the tip of my tongue against her lips and felt them open slightly to accept it. She pressed her lips against mine, offering me a fuller taste and I obliged, sliding my tongue lightly into her mouth.

"Ooooh, Charlie," she cooed when I stopped to allow us to catch our breaths. "You're naughty!"

"You're my inspiration," I replied and kissed her some more. I don't know how long we lay there kissing in the field before she suddenly pulled away from me.

I had a moment's worry that she was reverting to her "cold" persona again... then she sat up and pulled her shirt off in one movement. Before I could say anything else, she had slipped her bra off. I tried to cup her lovely little breasts but she stood up and shucked her pants and panties right off.

Then she stood astride me, letting me take a look at her ripe peach of a pussy. It was just above my head and as I stared at it, she lowered herself on to my face. "Here," she breathed harshly. "I've got something for you to eat."

I watched the plump lips approach my face, the pink valley opening slightly as she went into a squat. I could see her smaller lips: pink, luscious and already wet, waiting for my tongue as it descended towards my hungry mouth. When it touched my mouth, I was ready -- I swiped my tongue right across that deep cleft of hers, sliding up from the depression that marked the entrance to her vagina, up to where her lips joined to form the hood of her clitoris.

May gasped but did not waver, keeping her pubis steady as my tongue wiped at her clit. I reached up and pulled her hips down, completing the fusion of her pubis and my mouth, before starting to work on giving her a good licking. She did her level best to stay in that position while I ate her out, but the sensations must have become a bit too intense for her after a while, because she slowly sagged backwards, lying down on my body. I had to raise my head in order to keep my mouth and tongue firmly attached to her leaking groin -- no easy feat, I assure you -- but I could at least use my hand to pull her pubis up towards my mouth.

She began to come not long afterwards. This time, she couldn't clamp my head between her thighs, but I knew she was coming anyway because I could actually feel her liquids gushing against my mouth and running down my chin and throat. She didn't scream this time, but it didn't matter... the convulsions that shook her body as she peaked were evidence enough of how much she enjoyed it.

All this time, I was still clothed, so when she was done, the front of my tee shirt was completely drenched. I let her lie there on top of me, her exposed vulva gleaming with my saliva and her juices lying right on top of my wet chest. After she had regained her breath, she rolled off me.

I thought that was it, especially since she had expressed some reservations about the sex, but I was wrong. She sat up, still gasping slightly, grabbed my shorts and briefs, and pulled them down to my ankles. My prick, released from its constrictive prison, sprung into view immediately. It looked like an angry exclamation, demanding immediate attention.

"Ooooh. What do we have here?" she teased as she clasped her hand around the stem, making my cock twitch impatiently. "It looks like you need some help, Charlie."

"What kind of help can you give?" I grinned at her. I was so horny and hard, a hand job would've suited me. Assuming, of course, that May actually knew how to give one.

But that was not what she had in mind. Moving quickly, she straddled my body, putting her squelching wet pussy square on my lower belly, just in front of my throbbing cock. Looking into my eyes, she lowered her body towards me, pushing her hips backwards. I felt the wet slash of her sex sliding down until it met the stem of my cock. Then, she arched her back and began slowly humping her wet pussy against my hard-on. I felt my cock sliding about in her slippery valley, the head occasionally dipping into her vagina. I cocked my hips and tried to push it in each time it happened, and each time, she pulled away so that my cock slipped out.

"What's the matter, cuz?" she teased as it happened again. "Somewhere you wanna go?" Damn, she was good. I don't know how she knew to do what to do, but whatever she did raised my level of arousal bit by agonising bit. "Yeah," I growled, grabbing her hips and trying to push her towards my aching prong.

"Oh no you don't," she giggled, putting her hands on mine and arching her back so I didn't manage to penetrate her. "Not so easy, Charlie!" "You're driving me nuts, May," I groaned as she continued rubbing her vulva up against my cock. "I don't know if I can hold it for much longer."

"Oh, in that case..." she said, moving her hips once more and capturing my cockhead with her vagina. "Better not... let it go... to waste!" May drove her pubis backwards, impaling herself on my prick. If anything, it felt tighter in there than it did yesterday... it felt like my foreskin was being rubbed off my prick, that was how tight she was.

When I was all the way inside her, May stopped and looked me right in the eye. "I've got you down there... inside me," she said. "Never want to let you go."

I looked her right back in the eye and replied: "I never want to go either." Then I moved my pelvic muscles, making my cock twitch in her and making her gasp. Rocking back, she pressed even more of my cock into her pussy. I knew she was filled to the brim because I could feel the back of her sheath press against my cockhead.

"Then don't," she said, before closing her eyes. "Don't go." As she said this, she began to rotate her hips slowly, gently massaging my cock with her pussy. I waited patiently for her to build up steam, enjoying the sensation of her body on top of mine, her flesh clinging to mine... then when she began to speed up, I brought my knees up and began slowly thrusting into her, in time with her own movements.

"Oh. Charlie. Oh, Charlie," she cooed as she increased her tempo, and I did the same. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, and I could feel her inner flesh quivering as she approached her orgasm. "Oh Charlie. Oh. Oh. Oh. OH! OH! OH CHARLIE!" she began to scream as I felt her sheath convulse and begin milking at my cock.

That was my cue. I speeded up my pace, thrusting harder and harder into her, until I could feel it boiling up from my balls. "Oh May! I... May, I'm.. Ohh Mayyy!" I groaned as I plunged my cock as deep as it would go into her and began spurting my come into her.

"Charlie, I... it feels hot... so wonderful!" May exclaimed as I came into her body. "Oooooh!" From the way her vagina was moving, I think she might have had another orgasm when I came. I wasn't sure because the sensation of unloading my come into her was so overwhelming.

OK, I know I thought that I'd come as much as I'd ever had yesterday, but today was even more awesome. I didn't 'gray out' like I did yesterday, but I swear I came for longer today. I don't know how long that was, but when I was done, May was lying on top of me and breathing softly, her eyes closed. My cock was still inside her, but I could feel our fluids flowing past her vulva, down the stem of my cock to my balls.

"Fuck, May... that was... incredible," I gasped and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She reached up with her hand, caressed my face and kissed my chin. "It was for me too," she confessed. "Actually, it was even better than yesterday, and yesterday was awesome!"

"Really?" I laughed. "Wow, I'm complimented." She beamed: "I like... you know, after we... did it yesterday... I went to wash up and it... your, um. stuff came out when I was washing. It tickled and... it reminded me of you."

"Oh? It tickled?" I grinned at her. "Thought you said it was painful."

"Yes, it was!" she said. "I was hurting a bit down there until your stuff started coming out. Then it sort of tingled and tickled..."

"I'm sorry I hurt you then," I teased. "Oh, so you're sorry we... did it?" she countered. 

"No, no, of course not," I replied before she could get upset. "I meant I don't want to hurt you."

"I... when you first put it inside, it was a little painful," she admitted. "But it was a lot more... interesting than painful, so I... wanted you to continue."

"Interesting? In what way?" I teased her again.

"You... you're too much, cuz," she pouted, realising that I was teasing her. "I was sorry I hurt you just now but you're making me less sorry now."

"Ok, ok, now I'm sorry, ok May?" I quickly apologised. "To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure you wanted to, you know, do it. And honestly, I slipped and it went in. I wasn't intending to go all the way. At least, not if you didn't want to."

"Oh, so you didn't want to do it with me then?" she asked, her eyes flashing. "You spent all that time looking at my... down there, and you didn't want to..?"

"Hey, hey, of course I wanted to, May," I was quick to reply again. "So you knew I was looking at your um, pussy? When did you find out?"

May's eyes darkened. "I... Charlie I don't know... I think I wanted you to notice me so bad I used my body to seduce you."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing, May," I countered. "But you needn't have. I noticed you the moment I saw you."

"I just... what if... I mean, I used my body to get your attention, but I don't know... what if you're only interested in my body, Charlie? I have a friend who met a city guy on holiday here and she got pregnant and he disappeared and she couldn't ever find him again. It was a huge scandal in the village. What if..?"

As she finally poured out her doubts to me, I realised the depth of her worry. The poor girl thought I would take advantage of her, just like someone had done so with her friend. "So you think I'll do the same thing, cousin?" I asked, feigning disappointment. "Then why did we just do it? Why did you want to..?"

"Because I... I wanted to, Charlie," she replied, tears springing to her eyes once more. "I knew you could walk away and pretend nothing happened but I still wanted to. Does that make me a loose woman?"

"No, May," I sighed. "I'll never think of you that way. The truth is, when I first saw your pussy, all I wanted was to keep seeing it. All the way from the dock to the farm, it was all I wanted. Even the next day, it was all I thought about.

May turned away. She didn't say a thing but I could tell she was embarrassed.

"OK, eating your pussy out and the sex was a spur of the moment thing, but after that... you know what, May? I stopped thinking about doing it with you. Especially when you turned cold."

"So you didn't want to do it with me anymore?" she cried, turning towards me. I saw water at the edges of her eyes, threatening to spill over. "You didn't want to do it just now?"

"No, May, let me finish," I said evenly. "I meant it stopped being a focus. Especially when you didn't want to speak to me or look at me. Look, if it was only your body or the sex, I wouldn't have been upset at all. I had a lousy night last night because I didn't know what I'd done and I didn't know what you were angry about. Why would I even care about those things if you didn't matter to me?"

May smiled and pushed her head into my chest in a gesture of affection. I continued: "You know, the truth is, I don't know why I feel the way I do, but I do feel that way, and i can't deny it. You said you don't want me to go, May... I honestly don't know how I can go back to my life in the city, knowing you are here, holding my heart."




My Holiday in May Ch. 03



I told her about my dream about being back at home and she cried a little. I don't know if it was because she was moved or if she was saddened by the possibility that I would be going home soon. I wanted to say something about how I'd think of something that would suit us both but I didn't think I'd sound too convincing. Anyway, the poor girl was still fretting over the story about her friend and the guy from the city, so anything I said would've just sounded patronising.

So I said nothing and just held her. We lay there, semi-naked me hugging a very naked May, for quite a while. We didn't say anything and she didn't move for such a while that I thought she'd fallen asleep. Then she suddenly reached up and kissed me on the lips. It was a tender, loving kiss that somehow reached down and touched my heart. My cousin May was in love with me and the honest truth was, i was beginning to believe I was in love with her too.

We took our time getting out of our little clinch in the corner of the field, and although I put my shorts back on, May walked all the way back to the house stark naked, her clothes hanging on her left arm while her right arm was curled round my waist. She stayed that way through lunch and the afternoon too, which made it a lot more convenient because we ended up fucking a couple more times -- once on the kitchen table and once more in the field.

By the time Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry's boat appeared, we were both good and tired. May had put her clothes back on, of course, after we had had a long, leisurely wash-up together at an isolated part of the beach. As the boat dropped anchor, I suddenly remembered something. "Hey May, I just remembered," I whispered to her, catching her by the crook of her elbow as she waved at her parents.

"What is it?" she whispered back. "Did we forget to clean up?"

"No, I just remembered something you said to me yesterday. About your asshole. Does it still hurt?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she turned to look at me. "Oh yeah," she replied. "Yeah, it still hurts a little. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Guess we'll have to find out tomorrow," I shot back at her as my hand sneaked down the back of her pants and under the waistband of her panties, my fingers lightly tickling the top of of her ass cleft.

"Naughty, cuz," she scolded, still smiling, and I quickly removed my hand before we walked towards her parents, who were waving us over to help them with the day's catch.



My Holiday in May Ch. 04



Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry didn't seem to notice that May's attitude towards me had changed while they were out at sea. Then again, perhaps they were much too excited to notice -- if the previous catch they'd hauled in was large, today's catch was gigantic by comparison. It was a good thing I'd gone out with May to greet them because there was no way she would have managed to carry the catch back to the farm on her own. Even Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry had difficulty hoisting the bucket over the side of the boat, and May and I staggered our way back to the farmhouse with it.

We took the opportunity to hold hands while we were struggling with the heavy bucket of fish, and on the way back, I remarked, "I wonder if there are any octopi in here!", drawing a peal of laughter from May. "You hope, cuz!" she grinned in reply. "Anyway, there's only one thing I want down there now, and it doesn't have eight legs... just a long, thick one." I laughed out loud at her brazenness, and simply said, "Actually, what I'd really want is to hold you when I go to sleep tonight."

May almost dropped the bucket when I said that, and I thought I saw her eyes tear. She didn't say anything else, she just pouted and blew me a kiss. We did kiss when we were in the yard and safely out of sight of her parents, but we didn't linger too long because we had to bring the empty bucket out to the boat once more.

When everything had been safely brought to the house, both May and I were wet and exhausted. We headed off in different directions to change and wash up, or at least, that was what it appeared to her parents. We met at our 'bathing spot' and changed and washed each other up, taking some time to kiss and cuddle a little before heading back.

Aunt Lucy mentioned that we seemed to be in high spirits during dinner, but the conversation was mostly about the day's massive harvest and she didn't press further. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry were so excited about it that they wanted to set off for the market first thing in the morning. May and I looked at each other, but we didn't dare show our joy at the news... we simply nodded and agreed that it was a good idea to go to the market as early as possible.

That evening, I had a nice, long talk with Uncle Larry before we went to sleep. I remember going to sleep thinking how I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come along, and my dreams were filled with scenarios involving May -- I'm pretty sure I smiled all night long.

The most vivid dream I had was where May suddenly climbed into bed next to me, while her father slept just a few feet away. She was stark naked and although she covered herself with the blanket I was under, I could feel her bare skin pressing up against me. I felt her hands fumbling with my shorts and removing them, setting my erection free, then I felt her cup my balls and stroke my cock most lovingly.

I was both worried and excited. I knew what would happen next - she would put it into her and we would fuck until she screamed the house down. Then Uncle Larry would wake up and...

I cracked open an eye and saw that at least part of that dream had come true. May's hair was up against my nose, her face buried in my chest under the blanket. She had managed to remove my shorts and was struggling to remove my shirt. Under the blanket, I could feel her nakedness. Fortunately, Uncle Larry wasn't in the room. I heaved a small sigh of relief. May was determined, and she wasn't stupid. Uncle Larry and Aunt Lucy must have already left for the market.

I shifted my upper body and let her remove my shirt. She realised that I was awake, and turned her face upwards to kiss me. "Good morning, Charlie," she grinned as her fingers continued to stroke my erection. It was practically impossible for me to be around May and not be in some state of arousal by now. "I'm sorry I couldn't fulfil your wish last night... but I thought you might appreciate finding me naked in your bed in the morning!"

"Mmmm... you thought right!" I smiled back at her as my shirt was finally removed and I pulled her back close to me. Her skin was soft and warm, her nipples hard little points that pressed against my chest. "Thank you. This is just as good as it felt like in my dreams."

She blushed, her cheeks hot as she snuggled up against me, rubbing her face into the hollow of my neck. She had given up on holding on to my cock... instead, she had put it into the space at the top of her thighs and pressed herself down on it. I could feel her labia spreading around the top half of my prick, the little pink valley in between already wet.

She sighed as she rubbed herself slowly against the stem, and I could feel her liquid flesh moving sensuously. "Looks like somebody got a headstart," I said as I brushed my fingers down the length of her spine, to the top of her buttocks. I played with her fleshy backside, my fingers straying down into the deep groove between her ass cheeks.

"That reminds me, cuz," she cooed as she arched her back, pushing my fingers lower down and deeper into her ass cleft. "So what were you going to do about my painful ass? Hmmm?"

"Oh ok. Just hope you don't regret saying that," I countered as I drew one finger further down, scraping at her asshole and feeling her flinch. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, cuz," she replied. "I haven't done anything with you that I've regretted. Yet."

"Ok, that's it," I said, throwing blanket off our naked bodies. She squealed with laughter and quickly obeyed as I instructed her: "Turn around. That's it, lie on your front and spread your legs wide!"

I was confronted with a most beautiful sight: May's firm, round buttocks and pussy lips formed a continuous cleft that opened up with her thighs, revealing a tiny pink anus separated from the pink valley of her sex by a small shelf of flesh. As I looked at it, her asshole twitched, drawing inwards and then reverting back to its more relaxed state. Her pussy was wet. It was so wet I could see the liquid sliding down her cleft to her already erect clitoris. It was a picture of perfection.

I reached out to touch her buttocks and her asshole twitched once more. "What's the matter, cousin? Getting nervous now?" I teased as I drew my finger towards her nether hole. "No, Charlie, just getting impatient," she retorted, pushing her hips upwards so that my finger slipped into her rear orifice. "Ooooh. That... is really... um... I'm tingling..."

I didn't reply, I simply lowered my mouth to the offered opening. She smelt fresh, so I knew she had taken the trouble to wash herself thoroughly before jumping into the bed with me. When my tongue probed at her anal opening, she squealed. "OH! Oh, Charlie! Oh... that... that's nasty!" I paid her no heed, my hands now pulling apart her buttocks as I pushed my tongue deeper. "Ooooooooo... Oh Charlie! That tickles! Oh! Oh!" she moaned as I pushed inwards.

It tasted of her and nothing else. No shit, just May's musk. Fuck, it was damned intoxicating. I pressed my face up against her butthole, thrusting my tongue in as far as it would go. "Oh stop, Charlie! I... I can't stand it! It's tingling, it... it's... Oh!" she groaned as I rattled my tongue about, pressing against the clinging rectal walls. I didn't stop until I felt a small gush of fluid against my chin. Apparently, May liked it in her ass too. Hmmm. This would take some exploring.

When I lifted my head from her asshole, her ass followed me, as if she didn't want me to break the contact. Then, she turned around, a cheeky look in her beautiful brown eyes as she looked up at me past her shoulders. "Is that all you're gonna do, cuz?"

"Hell, no, that was just for starters," I said as I plunged my erection right into her open pussy, making her gasp. "Oooooh. That feels so... good. It's bigger than I remembered it," she moaned, closing her eyes and putting her head back down onto the bed. I pumped my cock into her a few more times, making her quiver and moan a bit more, then I drew it all the way out, eliciting a mewl of disappointment.

"What... what do you think..?" she gasped, then she moaned as she felt my cockhead butt against her asshole. It twitched once more. "Oh. That... I don't know if I can..." she began as I pressed forward gently, my cock dimpling her backside but not sliding in. She contradicted herself by pushing herself backwards, groaning as her anus opened up and swallowed the thickest part of my cock into her. "Ooooogggg! That... that's so big and hard, cuz!"

"Well, if you don't like it I'll stop, May," I teased her, pulling slightly at my cock. The head was already inside her anal ring, and the movement only made her anus bulge outwards. "Oh no, no, no... no, don't do that, Charlie," she moaned. "It... hurts, but it feels good too. Like... the first time... I have to... try it."

"I just don't wanna hurt you, May," I said, pulling my cock out a bit more. Her asshole pulled out into a pout, the pink ring opening and showing just the edge of my cockhead. "Charlie, you'd better put that back," she barked. "Oooooh. Yeah, just like that." I complied, sinking half my cock into her rectum. "Are you sure, May?" I teased her some more. "I mean, you did say it hurt."

"Cuz, if you dare pull it out now, I swear," she growled, turning to look me in the eye to emphasise her point. "I'm not gonna speak to you again." I smiled at her. "Alright, my dear May," I said, gently sawing my cock in her stretched behind. I don't think I moved more than half an inch either way - I really didn't want to cause her any pain or injury after all -- I was just letting her rectal sheath get used to being penetrated.

May's vaginal fluids were doing a good job of lubricating her asshole, so much so I didn't feel like it was too tight. But it certainly felt different back there... her asshole was a taut ring on my cock, and her rectum was more clingy. As I carefully probed deeper into her backside, I could feel her flesh resist before giving way to my prick. I had no idea of whether or not it still hurt, so I was careful not to push too hard. On her part, May did not complain. Nor did she coo or moan like she did when I was fucking her vaginally, so when I'd sunk my cock as deep as it would go into her ass, I'd made up my mind to vacate her ass and just carry on in her pussy - I knew that May was really too much of a trooper to let me know she was in pain.

But as I pulled out my cock and her anus snapped shut after it, she turned around and looked at me once more. "Cuz, are you really so tired of me that you don't want me to talk to you anymore?" "No, of course not, May," I said, keeping the tip of my cock in contact with her anus. "Then what the hell do you think you're doing?" she retorted. "I'm... um, I wasn't sure I wasn't hurting you..."

"Fuck, I told you it hurt a bit," she growled, flipping onto her back. She left her legs cocked high on either side of me, leaving her nether orifices still open, however, so I knew she wasn't that angry. "It takes getting used to. Everything takes getting used to. I was just beginning to enjoy it too, until you took it out. Idiot."

"Actually, May," I said, suddenly thinking of a good way of explaining myself. "I took it out cos I was looking at your back... and while it's a beautiful back, I missed looking at your face and in your eyes. That's what I love the most, looking into your eyes while I'm fucking you."

"Come here, silly," she said, her eyes softening. "Come to May now." I paused, letting her raise her hips. I knew what she intended to do, so I reached out and put a pillow under her hips. Then I put my cock at the entrance of her ass again, and slowly pushed forward, drawing a long, low moan from her. "Ooooooooooooooooooooh, yes, Charlie," she moaned as her asshole opened up to my prick once more. "That... really hits the spot!"

I was less gentle than before, but she didn't seem to mind in the least. When my cock finally sank balls deep into her backside, she hooked her legs on my shoulders, hoisting her hips up higher. I felt the flesh around my cock relax and found the space to drive it in a bit more. "Oh! Charlie! Oh... that... feels so good," she purred into my ear as I sank down onto her. "I like having you inside me. In here as well as in my pussy."

Then she licked my ear and set me off. I began with a slow shallow pumping and increased depth and tempo only upon her urging. May seemed to really enjoy having me in her ass, and after a while, she was screaming at me, spurring me on: "Come on, cuz! You can do better! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Harder! Harder!"

Honestly, how long can a guy go on when the girl whose ass he's fucking is going on like that? I tried to hold back because I didn't think she had come yet, but I simply couldn't - the tightness of her ass and her loud screaming undid me and I rammed my cock as deep as it would go into her before spurting my come into her backside. She came almost immediately after me - I felt her vaginal spasms through the walls of her rectum and her fluids splashing against my lower belly and collapsed onto her.

May's ass was just as incredible as her vagina, and I told her so in so many words, after I'd finished panting and gasping from my exertions. She was still panting and groaning, so it took her a while more before she told me that she came the moment she felt my semen splashing in her belly. "The idea that your stuff was inside me, that my... holes had been filled with my cousin Charlie's seed... and the feeling of how hot it was inside me... was enough," she explained.

"So which one do you prefer, May?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. "You like it in your pussy or your ass? Or do you prefer me to be licking you down there?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then declared that she liked "all of them". Each was "different", she said, in a way she could not explain. "I just like... the idea of you inside me, Charlie," she confessed as I pulled my semi-flaccid cock out of her anus, the suction causing a large dollop of semen to slide out from the plundered orifice. "I want you inside me all the time."

"I like being inside you, May," I said as I reached for the box of tissues to clean up May's asshole and the bed. "But mostly, I like making you scream like that."

"I just wish..." she began, then she turned her head to one side so I couldn't see her eyes. But I knew she was tearing up, so I dropped the tissues, lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms once more.

"May, don't be sad," I began. "Things have a way..." "I'm sorry, Charlie," she cut me off, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I guess I'm just being..." "No need to be sorry, May," I interjected. "As I was saying, things have a way of working out." She suddenly sat up and pushed me away. "There's no need to try to placate me with false hope, Charlie," she said abruptly. "In fact, I'd really rather you didn't."

I sat up and tried to gather her in my arms again but she moved away quickly. "We've got chores to do, cuz," she said, striding out of the bedroom and not looking at me. I knew her enough to know that she was more upset than angry, because the next thing I saw, she was walking out into the yard, still stark naked, our clothes hanging on her arm.

"Damn, girl, what do I have to do to get to talk to you?" I muttered to myself. But she was right. There were chores to be done. So I went out the door just as naked as she was, fed the animals quick as I could, then I set off looking for her. I didn't know where she normally went to wash the clothes, but I had a pretty good idea -- I made my way to the river where she had found me swimming naked so long ago.

I was right too -- she was there, crouched on the same rock I'd been on so many years ago. Her back was towards me, so she couldn't see me coming, and it also afforded me another beautiful view of her ass cleft. It was a deep groove that opened slightly each time she bent down to dunk the clothes into the water, slightly exposing the smaller valley of her sex below, and the tiny rosebud which I'd only just plundered.

As I approached, I realized two things: firstly, that a dribble of whitish come had leaked out of her anus and was drooling its way down the side of her labia with each movement she made; and secondly, that she remained unaware of my approach even though I was practically on top of her.

I thought it was a great opportunity for me to get her attention so I made my way forward and pounced at the exact moment she bent over, her ass spreading. No, I wasn't aiming for her asshole again... that would have been too ambitious given how tight she had been... I was aiming for her still wet pussy, whose lips still gleamed wetly at me.

I hit it right on target too... my hands descended on her hips the moment I felt my cockhead slip past her labia. Her reaction surprised me, though. "What the... fuck, stop that!" she yelled, twisting about as my cock sank halfway into her. I dropped down onto her back, my mouth next to her ear: "Hey... hey, May, it's me. It's Charlie! Relax, May!" I tried to soothe her, afraid that her wild gyrations would snap my cock right off. Her vagina was tightening around my prick like a vise.

As suddenly as she had started protesting, May stopped at the sound of my voice. "Oh... oh, it's you, Charlie," she said as she stopped trying to push me off. "You... you're an idiot, you know that? I thought..."

"Who did you think I was?" I asked, surprised at her response. Surely, if she was so used to being naked around the farm, she couldn't have expected there to be anyone else?

May's reply was to sigh and arch her back, allowing me to slide the rest of the way in. "Ooooh, Charlie," she cooed as I reached the end of her sheath. "It feels bigger today. You're... stretching me out inside. Oooooh!"

Yes it did feel different plugging her from the back. Maybe it was the angle of her hips or it was the way her ass felt against my pelvis... whatever it was, it felt damned good. It was so good I couldn't think of anything else but fucking her tight little pussy right there on the rock. I pulled back and steadied myself to ram it all the way in again, but she stopped me.

"Wait... wait a while,cuz," she said. Then, with my cockhead still embedded in her pussy, she curled her right leg up to her chest and swung around to face me without letting my cock slip out. The sensation of her slippery wet vagina sliding around my cock was enough to make me come, had I not been so surprised by the move.

"There, much better," she smiled at me. "Now I can look at you while you fuck me." I saw that her eyes were a little puffy from crying and felt a little bad. "Listen May, I..." "Shhh!" she cut me off. "Just fuck me. And make it good."

I badly wanted to tell her, but when a beautiful, naked girl is looking up at you asking to be fucked, you fuck her good. Especially if your cock is already inside that heavenly pussy of hers. I don't think I even stopped for a moment when she said that, I just began pumping into her with all my might, plowing her willing cunt with my throbbing tool. I honestly don't know how I had the strength to fuck again so soon after our morning fuck -- it might have been all that seafood I'd been eating -- but I seemed to be getting stronger, or at least, my cock seemed to be getting harder. May confirmed this by squealing about how big it was every time I slammed it hard into her.

We came at the same time. I knew she was about to come because she suddenly arched her back, presenting her breasts to me. I sucked on her right tit, feeling the familiar sensation of semen rushing up from my balls and into the stem of my prick. May wailed as her orgasm hit, her body spasming in time with the convulsions of her womb and pelvis. I howled as I felt her pussy grip my cock so tightly I couldn't do anything but leave it in there, flush against her cervix while I pumped out gallons of my sperm into her welcoming cunt.




My Holiday in May Ch. 04



My come was so intense I saw spots before my eyes and I think I lost consciousness for a bit. Next thing I know, I'm lying on May, pinning her down on the rock while she murmured in my ear. I wasn't sure but I thought she was whispering something like "I'll miss you everyday", or maybe it was "I'll kiss you everyday". It didn't matter, her meaning was clear to me, even in my befuddled state -- May was preparing herself for my leaving.

I was so touched I felt a sudden hollow in my chest. Here was a girl who was aware that I would be leaving, yet she so enthusiastically gave herself to me. I grabbed her head and turned her eyes to meet mine. They were watery, but shining with joy as well. May was very much in love with me, of that I had no doubt.

"May, I want you to listen to me. I don't want this to end too. Especially not because I'm leaving," I said firmly, noting how her eyes welled up with tears when I mentioned leaving. "I want you to know..." "Please, cuz," she cut in, her tears running down her cheeks. "Please don't try to sweet talk me. I'm not some foolish girl who'll believe any uuuhhhh!"

I cut in the best way I knew how... by driving my semi-hard cock back into her cunt. It isn't as easy as it sounds because that was my second come of the day, but I was aided by the fact that my cock was still inside her, and by the slippery combination of our fluids inside her pussy.

Her eyes had sprung wide as she felt me thrust back into her, and the surprise must have stopped her train of thought, allowing me to continue: "May, I know you find it hard to believe me, but I really, really do wanna be with you. OK, I wanna be inside you like this all the time too, but... this is more than just about the sex.

"The sex is great. But it's not the only thing that links me to you. I'm not just some city guy who wants to fuck you. I'm not the ratty cousin who's here for a holiday and who'll forget you once he's back in the city. I want more." "But you... forgot me the last time," she said. "I waited and waited, and you forgot." Her eyes filled with water again. "You'll forget me again."

"No, you don't understand, May," I replied, reaching up to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. "The last time I was here, was because Dad and Mom were getting divorced. They thought it would be better for me to be away from all that legal crap they were going through. I knew what was going on, and I was sad about it, but what could I do?

"When I went back, Mom had left. No card, no letter, nothing. For the first year, I waited for her to write. Then the second. Then the third. Still nothing. Until I realised that my own mother didn't want me. How lousy was that, May?" She shook her head, more tears spilling out, and reached up to kiss me. "But I was here, waiting for you, cuz," she whispered. "I was here wanting you."

"How was I to know that?" I countered, the anger beginning to surface. "I mean, if your own mom doesn't even wanna find out how you are, who else would care?

"That's why I didn't think about you, cousin May. Not because I forgot you, but because there were so many things that were crowding my thoughts, making me angry, making me sad. Things that didn't make sense, and more things that made too much sense.

"I got angry a lot, May. And I got into relationships without really thinking about why I was getting into them. The first girlfriend I had, I hurt her. I hurt her badly, and she almost didn't make it through her first year. And I was a little glad too, because I was angry. I was still angry that Mom didn't care and that Dad was busier finding new pussies to fuck than he was being with me."

Her eyes widened at the revelation and she shifted a little, thrusting my now hard prick deeper into her comfortable, welcoming sheath. "I'm sorry, cuz," she started. "I didn't know..."

"No, no one knew, May," I said. "In fact, I was a bit pissed off to have to come here because it reminded me of the last time I was here. It reminded me of the divorce and Mom and all that.

"And... let me finish," I said, bringing a finger to her lips as she opened her mouth to say something. She nodded, lying back and pushing herself downwards, harder onto my cock. Damn, she was distracting to say the least. "And you know what... it's coming back to me now, in bits and pieces. The time we spent together, the last time I was here.

"When I first saw you, my reaction was 'Wow'. And yeah, old habits die hard. My first instinct was to fuck you, especially when I saw your pussy hanging out of your shorts."

She blushed then, a deep red flush that almost matched the hue she had when she had a good come. "I'm... I just..." she stammered and I interrupted her.

"It doesn't matter May," I said, determined to finish what I was going to say. "What matters is that the first time we fucked, I was actually worried about hurting you. About doing the wrong thing. You're the first girl I've actually been so concerned about, and that made me wonder: 'Is it just the great sex we've been having? Or is it something else?'

"And the answer is no, it's not about the sex. I can take it out right now," I drew my cock out of her squelching pussy, causing a clot of our fluids to slide out as well. "And I don't feel like I just wanna ram it into you. I wanna hold you as much as I wanna fuck you.

"That's a new feeling for me, May," I continued as she wiggled, the clotted seminal and vaginal fluids sliding down past her still leaking anus. The sensation was clearly something she really liked. "I've never felt like this with another girl before. I swear."

She reached up and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue searching and finding mine, and we stayed locked for a while. "You know, I'd really like you to put it back in," she said, her eyes dancing. "I'd like to see if you can do it to me again."

"Naughty, naughty, cousin May," I said, letting my erection dip back into her waiting cunt. She cooed with delight, then made a moue of disappointment when I drew it back out. "I'd really like to too, but it's just about midday, and we do still have our chores to do."

I hadn't quite finished what I wanted to say to her. I was very tempted to tell her everything I was planning, but I thought I should save it for when things were more concrete.

"Awww, cuz, you're a real slave driver!" she giggled as I got up off her and she got onto her feet. "Oh shit, May, I didn't... I'm sorry!" I said as she turned to pick up the clothes she'd washed and I saw the scrapes and bruises on her back and buttocks. "It's alright Charlie," she assured me with a grin. "Nothing like a good fuck on your pee pee rock to make my day anyway."

"Is that why you..?" I began, but she had skipped away, giggling like mad, giving me a good view of her bare buttocks flexing as she ran. It was quite an entrancing sight, indeed.

The rest of the day passed real quickly, what with the chores we had to do before Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry came home. We still managed to find time to fuck twice more though, including once just before her parents returned. We estimated the time just right, and I came into her ass just minutes before the boat appeared on the horizon. And when we went to wash up and met at the same place as we had the evening before, I obliged when she asked me to dip my cock into her pussy "so (she) could remember it in (her) dreams tonight."



My Holiday in May Ch. 05



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."

She reluctantly gave up trying to latch back on to my cock and clambered up obediently to lie on top of me. "Did you like that, cuz? I thought it would be a nice way to wake up." I looked into her eyes. "I really liked that a lot, May, but I... umm... how did you know how to..?"

Her eyes darkened and she looked away. I had clearly touched on a raw nerve. "May? Sweetheart, I'm your Charlie. You can tell me, ok?"

She turned to look at me when I said I was hers and her eyes softened. "OK. OK, I'll tell you. But you may not think the same about me..."

"Don't be silly, May," I said, and kissed her on her lips. She smelt fresh, as if she had just washed up just to get into bed with me. I wouldn't have been surprised if she did too. May was just that sort of girl. "I won't think any less of you."

"OK. Remember yesterday, when you... when you surprised me... while I was washing up? Remember what you asked?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly remembering that she had left that question unanswered. "Who were you..?"

"It happened just a few months ago," she started off in a rush, as if afraid that if she stopped, she wouldn't have the courage to continue. "I was walking home from the village centre one day. I stopped to pee in the bushes at the side of the road. That's when I saw Billy. He was deeper in the bushes, but I could see him clearly, and he could see me too.

"Billy is the son of the village chief, and a mean bully too. I needed to pee so badly that I started peeing before I realised that he was there. I don't think he was aiming to... do stuff to me, he was actually... he was doing something to a dog. I saw him just before he turned and saw me. Then it became a mad race to stop peeing, pull up my pants and run.

"He caught me just before I made it to the road. I was screaming like mad and trying to fight him, but he's bigger than me so he managed to drag me off deeper into the forest.

"Before I knew it, his pants were off and his... thing was in front of my face. It was ugly, Charlie, as ugly as yours is beautiful." She grabbed my cock to emphasise her point and rubbed it before continuing.

"I tried to kick him but he grabbed my leg, and suddenly my pants were off. I was stunned. I mean, no one has seen me like that since... since... well, you, from the dog incident. Then he said some rude remarks about my down there and said he was gonna give it to me good.

"I didn't know what to do, cuz," she cried, her hands curling into fists. "I knew I couldn't outrun him and I didn't have the strength to fight him."

"But he didn't..?" I said, pretty sure that I'd felt her hymen give way during our first fuck.

"No, no, he didn't," she said impatiently. "He had these sea cucumbers with him. You've seen them... they taste great when cooked but they're ugly little things. Well, he said 'I've gotta loosen up that mouth of yours first!' and shoved one of those things into my mouth.

"I almost choked because they... because they spit when they're upset, sea cucumbers, and I had to... open my throat to prevent myself from choking. He kept moving it in and out, telling me to 'learn how to suck on it'. Then he... then he took one and he... he said: 'I gotta open up that pussy too', and I felt him pressing it against me down there.

"I didn't know what to do, cuz. He was pressing it up against my pussy and it was squirting... into me... and I thought... there's no way out for me... so I imagined... it was you. I shut my eyes and imagined you were... doing that to me. So that it wouldn't be so bad. And it wasn't so bad too, when I thought of your... thing, and wondered... how big it had grown.

"That's when his dad found us. Billy stopped what he was doing immediately and... well, now some people think I... I was trying to seduce him."

"What the..?" I was outraged. "The fucker almost raped you, and it's your fault? What the fuck is that?"

"Well, his dad is the chief you know," she said. "I guess... when you jumped me yesterday I had a fright and thought... maybe it was Billy..."

"Shit," I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. "May, if he tried to rape you, why do you hang about the farm naked as the day you were born?"

"You don't understand," she replied, tears springing to her eyes. "I've always... We're at the very end of the island. Very few people come here. And anyway, on this island... in this village, it won't make a difference what I wear if... If Billy wants to... give it to me like he said he would..."

"That's just rubbish!" I said indignantly.

"I knew... I knew you'd think..." she began, and the tears began flowing freely from her eyes.

"No, no, you don't get what I mean, May," I soothed her, running my hands down her naked back as she sobbed. "I don't mean that I think that you... I'm just angry. I'm angry that I wasn't here to protect you!"

Her sobbing lessened but she still sniffled when she said: "So you don't think I'm dirty, Charlie?"

"No, May, I don't think you're dirty," I said, looking into her eyes with all the sincerity I felt. "You're just free spirited, that's all. And I think you've been treated very poorly."

"I... felt bad after it happened, you know cuz," she confessed. "For weeks after that, I wore the thickest, longest clothes I could find. And I wore underwear everyday. Even though I knew that our farm is really isolated and no one was likely to come round. Mom even noticed it and asked if there was anything wrong."

"Well, I'd like to meet the fucker and give him what for," I said angrily. "What the fuck does he think he can do to my May?"

She suddenly giggled in the midst of her tears and kissed me on the nose. "You're cute when you're trying to be protective cuz!" she proclaimed. "That's what I liked about you from the very beginning."

I smiled at her. "May, I don't know how to say this in such a way that you'd believe me but... I have a lot of trouble thinking of my life without you."

She teared up once more, but this time, she was smiling broadly. "I love you, Charlie," she declared. "I think I've loved you since... when you saved me."

"Come here, you," I growled, pulling off my shirt before pulling her close, revelling in the feeling of her soft, warm flesh once more. She sighed contentedly and snuggled deeper into my chest, rubbing her nose and kissing my skin as she did so. May was as affectionate as a puppy, even while she was horny -- I could feel the hard knots of her nipples scratching my chest.

After a while, she looked at me and smiled tenderly. "Cuz, you know what? Last night when I went to sleep, my... pussy ached. It... it missed your thing. Your cock. I had to... I covered it with my hand but it still wanted to be filled..."

"Really?" I grinned. "So this is what you were missing?" I moved my hips, sliding my cock between her thighs, against her wet gash. "Uhhh! Yeah, I... uhh! missed that," she grunted as my cock pressed against her vulva. "But I... uhh! want it... inside me!"

"Your wish is my command," I smiled as I moved down a bit, arched my back and pressed upwards, between her open thighs. Her sex was more than ready for me, it opened up and swallowed up my cock with ease. "Oooooh, Charlie!" she moaned as my cockhead passed into her depths. "I swear... it's bigger in the morning!"

Her pussy was accommodating even though it was still tight around me. I slipped right in and hit bottom in one smooth motion. "Unnhh!" she breathed out as I hit her cervix. "Ohh, Charlie, that feels... so... good!" I grinned as I drew it out slowly and pressed it back in again, her pussy squelching loudly.

Good thing I stopped at the end of that stroke too. I intended to slow fuck her, and stopped to let her feel my cock stretching her out inside. "May, there's something I..." "Shhhh!" she hushed me up suddenly, her eyes opening wide. She looked like a frightened deer right then. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" I said. I didn't hear a thing, but her ears were certainly sharper than mine. "Shit, they're back!" she hissed, suddenly thrusting herself up and off me, my cock sliding out of her with a slight pop. "Quick, get dressed!"

I still didn't hear anything, but the urgency in her voice made me move. May was even faster than I was -- she was out the door in a flash, and through the window, I saw her out in the front yard just seconds later, in her usual garb of tee shirt and loose shorts. I took a bit longer (it's not that easy trying to stuff a raging erection into a pair of briefs), then I went out and made like I'd only just woken up.

I saw that May was right -- her parents were just walking in the gate as I walked out of the house. Shit. What were they doing back so soon? Did they suspect..?

Aunt Lucy smiled at her daughter, then turned and winked at me. "We forgot some stuff," she explained. "So we came back for them." Uh oh. I'd only just thrown on my clothes, I didn't think to clean up the bed. What if May had left a damp spot like she usually did? What if they smelt her in my room?

Luckily, they didn't go into the room I shared with Uncle Larry. Aunt Lucy went into the room she shared with May and Uncle Larry disappeared into the outhouse. Then they came back out and went out to the boat. In the meantime, May made like she had been hard at work at the pens, cleaning up while I got the feed to the chickens and pigs. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry didn't ask much about what we were doing. I guess they expected that we were hard at work doing our chores.

May and I followed them out partway, and waved to them as they sailed away. As the boat moved further from shore, I slipped my hand into the waistband of May's shorts. True to form, she wasn't wearing panties. Grinning and waving with my right hand, I ran the fingers of my left hand into the deep groove of her buttocks, gently separating the cheeks and circling the clenching ring of her asshole.

"Cuz!" she scolded even as she continued waving and smiling. "That's... you're too bad!" I felt her buttocks flex and relax, flex and relax as she revelled in the tickling of her anus. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna jump on you right now and fuck you while they can still see us!"

"OK, I'll stop if you want," I teased as I dipped my fingertip into her twitching asshole and rooted around in the area just behind the clutching ring.

"I don't want you to stop, you fucker," she said, grinning as the boat slowly slipped over the horizon. "But that... that was dangerous!"

"I know," I said as I withdrew my hand from under her shorts. "Didn't it feel even more exciting?"




My Holiday in May Ch. 05



Her answer was to shrug off her shorts. Her shirt fell to the sand next, and then her hands were on me, removing my clothes. When we were both naked, she was literally panting.

"You know how hard it was to remove your cock from inside just now?" she confessed as she curled her right leg around my waist, pressing her wet opening up against my throbbing erection. "I was tingling inside all the time. I couldn't wait for them to go away."

"You know how hard it was when you removed it?" I joked, glancing down at my prick, now being luxuriously rubbed by a sopping wet pussy. "I had a lot of trouble putting it into my briefs so your parents wouldn't see how hard I was."

She giggled. "Oh? So was it harder then, or is it harder now?" With that question, she braced her arms around my shoulders and pulled herself up, then curled her other leg around my waist. Slowly, she lowered herself down, letting my prick sink into her hot, moist vagina.

"Mmmmm. That's so hot," I murmured appreciatively. "May, you know they could very well come back right now and see my cock sticking into your pussy."

"Uhhhh. Let them," she replied, her eyes burning with lust. "They might... learn something from us." She continued pushing herself downwards, impaling herself on my rod while I cocked my hips. The better angle allowed more of my prick to slide smoothly up between her thighs.

"Oooooh... cuz, that feels so... full," she sighed as I slid all the way in. "Wait... let me... get there," I said, walking towards a nearby rock. May wasn't heavy, but she was no lightweight either, and I wasn't sure my knees would be up to the heavy punishment I was sure they would have to take if we were to fuck standing up like that.

"Uhhh. Ooooh. Uhhh!" she cooed and grunted as I walked, my cock bumping up against her cervix. When I finally got myself seated on the rock, she grinned at me. "So we're ready now?" she asked. She probably wasn't expecting an answer, because she had already started sliding herself up and down on my erection. I leaned back so that I could push more of my cock into her and she grunted louder as she began pumping herself up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed as she got more and more excited.

I could feel her orgasm build inside as her breath became more ragged -- her pussy was pulsing and the walls throbbing as they rubbed my cock. Her fluids were flowing freely and it felt like a small tap had been turned on inside her, coating my cock and balls with her lubricant.

Then she reached her climax and suddenly she slammed herself down hard on my prick, her vaginal muscles clinching and pulling hard on it. "Ohhh, May, fuck, I'm coming!" I yelled as I felt the come rush out from and balls and begin splashing deep into her womb. "Ahhh! That's it, cuz! Fill it up!" she yelled, resuming her pumping motion while her insides worked to match her words. Fuck, it felt like she was determined to suck me dry, the way her pussy was sucking on my prick.

It was another long come for me, and it was really quite a wonder that I wasn't completely deflated by the end of it. As it was, my cock was still semi-erect when the final spurts of come had been emptied into her. It still plugged her hole, although I could feel some of our fluids beginning to seep out and down my balls.

"Ohhh, that was awesome, Charlie," she groaned. "Your stuff... you have so much stuff... I like the feeling it gives me. It splashes inside, and it tickles when it comes out. I want you to put more of your stuff in me, cuz."

"Wow," I panted. "I... don't know if... I can now..." "Don't worry, cuz," she said brightly. "We have all day. I want you to put your stuff into my holes. So I have something to remember you by when you leave tomorrow."

"May, I..." I began, but she cut me off. "Don't you think you can do it, big boy?" she teased, pulling herself up off my cock. It popped out, sagging as little as a stream of come poured out of her pussy. "Oop. No you don't," she said, putting her hand over her leaking gash. "You're staying inside."

I sat up with some difficulty -- the session had really drained me, or was it the consecutive days of continuous fucking? -- and watched as she stood on the sand, then turned slowly around, showing me her bare ass.

"So you're saying no to this then?" she asked, her eyes twinkling while she reached back and pulled open her ass cheeks, giving me a good view of her taut pink asshole. "You wouldn't like to put that big old thing of yours up this hole too?"

In spite of my tiredness, my willy perked up once more. Grief, the woman was insatiable. And it must've been all that seafood I'd been eating, because my cock was responding even though I thought it was beyond me.

"May, you're gonna kill me," I gasped as I gazed at her open backside. She bent over and spread her cheeks further. "No, cuz, I'm not gonna kill you," she said as she looked at me from under her ass. "I'm just gonna make sure you don't forget me this time."

I'm not superman, of course, so I didn't take her up on her challenge right away. But we did spend the rest of the day fucking, in between doing the chores. Yep, got that right -- it felt like we were fucking more than we were working. We did it in her pussy and in her ass so many times I was quite unsteady on my feet as the evening tide started coming in. 

As for May, she was all too pleased to have me come into her so much... even though, in the end, she was starting to walk funny too. She said she felt a little sore down below, but from the way she walked, I guessed her gait was also due to her trying hard to make sure she kept my come inside her nether orifices for as long as possible.



My Holiday in May Ch. 06



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 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 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 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.