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?"
