FRIDAY — LATE JUNE
"God, why does your whole family think they have a right to move in with us every summer?" Dwayne complained through a mouth stuffed full of food.
He looked closer to fifty than his actual thirty-five years did my fat, balding husband. Watching his jaws chewing like a cow's cud I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the thin, funny boy I had fallen in love with so long ago.
"Daddy owns the farm, or have you forgotten?" I asked sarcastically. "Remember, he lets us live here, rent free."
"We still have to pay the electricity, the garbage, the cable, the water," he mumbled between bites.
"It's not all summer anyway; Daddy and sis are only here for a week," I answered with a whine, still angry my family weren't staying longer.
"Yeah, but we'll have that nerdy, city boy with us all summer," he spat out as a fat dollop of thick gravy slid down his chin and dropped onto his shirt.
"Mandy said Jimmy junior has really grown up in he last year. She says he's turned into a real man."
"Doesn't like NASCAR, can't fish worth shit, doesn't like guns; he's a little twerp."
"He's taller than his grampa now. Mandy told me he's all of a sudden got ten girls chasing him wherever he goes."
"I thought wonder boy spent all his time studying and playing with his computer. That momma's boy won't know what to do with his dick if he ever grows one."
"DWAYNE! And you better be nice to everyone or else."
"Or else what?"
"Oh, and by the way Mr. Dwayne Prentice, I've decided to finally buy a computer and Mandy promised that Jimmy would teach me to use it."
"You don't need a computer honey," he complained, "sheeit, you already waste enough time with your little pots."
"My little pots! Screw you, you bastard" I bristled, "you know we make a lot of money with my pottery."
"What's for dessert?" he asked laughing.
Even after twelve years of marriage he's still capable of pulling my chain, of pissing me off, I thought, as I lay seething in bed later that night. I had first seen Dwayne Prentice when I was a fifteen year old freshman at Conway High, a naïve schoolgirl who was instantly taken by the handsome, older first baseman for the visiting Florence team.
He turned out to be nineteen. Why he had even talked to me that day I'm not sure. He said later that I was the cutest girl he'd ever seen, that he'd decided to marry me after he'd seen me stand and cheer for one of the Conway boys.
"Yer hair was so pretty honey," he'd say laughing. "Thought you were an angel."
He came right over after the game. Right up to me! All my school chums were amazed. He spent a half hour with me before their bus arrived to take them home. He didn't talk to any of the junior or senior girls that were hanging around, listening to his every word. Of course I fell in love!
I got his address, telephone number. Wrote him. Wrote him gushy girl teenager's letters. I didn't see him again for a year. Then he drove over the next summer and took me on a real date. I think Dad was more bemused by the whole thing than anything else.
I was sixteen and he asked me to marry him as the sun set over the Atlantic as we sat on a blanket on Myrtle Beach. "Not this year, I know you're too young, but after you finish high school, when you're ready," he added quickly.
I would've married him that day!
But, on a beautiful summer day three years later, under a canopy by the pond on our farm, I did finally marry my Dwayne. A tall, blond, nineteen year old virgin, with absolutely no experience with men, let alone sex, was driven away by her handsome new husband to a cabin in the mountains.
Even today looking back, it's hard to blame Dwayne. Any other half-way aware girl would have realized exactly who he was after dating him just once. I just didn't know any better! He was one of those good old boys who love beer and fishing, who'd drive twelve hours through the night to see Dale drive, and who'd spend night after night playing cards as he drank beer with his buddies.
He loved me and was more than happy with me as his wife. He just didn't have much of a sex drive. Oh, he'd make love to me, seemed to enjoy it some, was proud other men thought me beautiful, but...
But even at twenty-four he was happy to do it once a week or every two weeks, that's all he needed to satisfy himself. And maybe, maybe if I'd got pregnant, had had two or three children I would have been happy, would have settled into a family life.
I didn't. We didn't. And slowly over ten years Dwayne got fatter and fatter and I got unhappier and unhappier. The only thing that kept me going was my Pottery and my summers with my sister Amanda and her son Jimmy. And Mandy was only staying for a week this year!
Daddy had flown up to Savannah and Mandy's house on Friday and they had leisurely driven up here Saturday, arriving in the afternoon after a stop for lunch.
At first I thought Jimmy junior was Dad when he climbed from the car, and I had rushed right into his arms with the words 'oh Daddy' on my lips before I realized this was my nephew.
"Oh my gawd, Jimmy?" I squealed as I hugged him. "Look at you! Mandy, what have you done to this boy?"
He grinned sheepishly as I kissed him, finally retreating from my arms as he said, "hi Aunt Chris and then turned to shake Dwayne's hand, who seemed stunned by the sight of the six foot plus tall boy in front of him.
"Jesus, your Auntie told me you'd grown boy, but sheeit, I didn't expect... ," he stammered.
We spent the rest of the afternoon, dinner, all evening, doing what any family does after coming together after a long separation; we talked and laughed and ate and drank, gosh even Jimmy junior had a couple of beers, and then we all went to bed both tired and happy.
"He's becoming a man, it seems just yesterday that," I started wistfully as Mandy and I sat together on the deck, watching Jimmy junior and Dad standing side by side talking on the other side of the pond.
"I can't believe he's so tall. I mean he was four inches shorter than me the last time I saw him. Now he's four inches taller..."
"He's six-two. He insisted that Dad stand back to back with him yesterday, that I measure them, tell them who was the tallest," Mandy laughed, "Father was mad when I told him Jimmy was a good inch taller, wanted me to measure them again, wouldn't believe it."
"Daddy's still as competitive as ever I guess," I said, as we both remembered a hundred incidents from our youth when Daddy just had to prove he was best at something.
"Daddy will never change will he?" Mandy asked.
"Jimmy's handsome too. Just like Dad. Gosh, the girls will soon be chasing him," I added, wondering where the years had gone.
"Soon! Hell, my house has been overrun lately by every sixteen to nineteen year old female within five miles."
"He's eighteen Chris, and he's got all those teenage male hormones making him crazy. What do you think?"
"And he's big, very big," Mandy added in a sexy whisper.
"Beeeeeeeeeeegg," Mandy added giggling, holding her hands about a foot apart. "As big as Daddy."
"How big... what do you mean Daddy," I started and then blushed as Mandy's meaning slowly penetrated my brain. "His penis, their penises?" I gasped. "How do you know how big Daddy's penis is?" I demanded, shocked even to be thinking about my Father's genitals.
"Haven't you ever wondered why all those women go out with Daddy? I mean last winter when we were down visiting him in Miami, cripes, everywhere we went women knew him. And I don't mean women his age, these weren't retirees, these were good looking girls our age."
"Well Daddy's handsome, intelligent, and a good talker, and pretty rich," I started, but was simply met by Mandy shaking her head while she continued to hold her hands apart.
"He has a beeeg penis Chris," she said still laughing, "and so does Jimmy, hung like horses, both of them. I'm sure Jimmy's already slept with five or six girls."
"JIMMY?" I screeched, completely stunned.
"Ssshhhh, they're coming," Mandy hushed.
"Do you want something Aunt Chris?" Jimmy asked as he and his granddad walked towards us.
"No, sorry honey," I said as my eyes quickly darted from my nephews bathing suit to my fathers. "Maybe you should go up and see how Dwayne's doing with the BBQ."
"You'll see," Mandy warned softly as we walked slowly back towards the house, trailing the men who'd rushed off at the mention of food. "Wait til you see what Jimmy wears when he's doing his swimming laps. God, it's smaller than my bikini bottoms and its gotta hold a big fat sausage," she said giggling, clearly proud of her sons large cock.
"But will he wear it here?"
"Do you remember when we used to skinny dip together?" she asked, changing the subject. "I used to get so excited thinking someone might see us," she finished laughing.
Of course I remembered, and as we walked up the dusty path, thoughts of Mandy and I playing as children as girls, flooded my mind.
Jimmy ordered high speed, internet cable service on Tuesday, insisting that it was essential to his sanity. "I'm going to be here eight weeks," was his implacable answer to Dwayne's protest. "Besides, Aunt Chris is going to have a computer too, we need it."
"Can't we just use the phone?" Dwayne wheedled.
"It's not expensive Uncle Dwayne; they just add it to your cable bill."
"But," Dwayne started.
"I'll pay," I interrupted, "You go and order it Jimmy."
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