Any Port in a Storm: Chapter 28

Ash's Story

“Gone!?”  Cormac bellows.

The others rankle at the news even as I breathe a sigh of relief.  Thank God.  I thought for certain my husband hadn't made it through his fever for a moment there.  

So Tony escaped.  I wasn't surprised.  I didn't have a clue just what he hoped to accomplish but he could be an impetuous man.  Not that I could blame him for wanting to get away from Cormac.  What did confuse me however was why he took the blind boy with him.  He wouldn't use Mara as a hostage...would he?  I shook the ridiculous thought from my head.

The reaction from the others to the news was a mixed bag.  Huali and Miru were both surprised though not particularly shook, Cormac was furious, Leinani was also angry though less viscerally so than her red faced husband, and Makea was beside herself with worry.  

The squat thickset Kea had her hands on her head and looked at her family for guidance.  “Tony took Marama!  Marama gone!  Find him!”  Her emerald gaze zipped to me searching for answers.  “Why!?”

“I...I don't know Kea, I'm sorry.”  I say.  “I'm as surprised as you.”

Kea turns to stare out into the forest with fear in her eyes.  “Mara is weak.”  Her concern for her brother was as touching as the lack of concern by the rest of them was troubling.  It was plain to see with Mara being weak of body and Kea being weak of mind the pair of them had something of a special bond.

Cormac was angry at the men's disobedience and seemed completely unbothered as to whether his son was in danger or not.  Leinani stewed quietly, only occasionally saying something in her tongue to her husband as he ranted.  For the other sisters this seemed a great curiosity, a bit of excitement in their quiet lives.

“I will hunt them!”  Huali says far too eagerly, gripping her fists excitedly.  “I will find them!”

“I will find them first.”  Miru quips.  The pair then begin to bicker in their Polynesian language.  This time Kea joins in, pleading at the other two loudly.

Cormac spins on his daughters.  “Enough!”  All fall silent.  “I told ye these people were trouble.  Marama's likely dead already.”

“NOOO!”  Kea wails, tears immediately welling up her pretty green eyes.  She covers her face and begins to weep.  She stands a lone figure in her grief, not one of her family go to her.  If anything they ignore her, giving her a private moment perhaps to work out her feelings.  I had never in my life seen a family so united yet separate before.  “No...Marama.”  She whimpers sadly.

Cormac takes charge of the situation.  “Miru, Huali, get your weapons.  Huali, you check the cliffs.  Miru take the forest.  I will travel the footpaths.  Find Tony Butler and bring him back.  If he resists...kill him.”

“Wait!”  I step forward.  “Please, that isn't necessary.  Don't hurt him.  I don't know what happened but he wouldn't have hurt Mara...”

Cormac glares at me with open hatred and my words stammer to a halt.  “Shut yer lying mouth you whore of Babylon.”  He looks to Miru and Huali.  “GO!”  They snap to do his bidding, their obedience ingrained from a lifetime of following his orders.  He then turns to Kea and approaches her.  She lowers her hands to reveal her tear streaked face.  He speaks in a very low voice to her, whispering instructions I was guessing.  Kea listens and nods and looks toward me more than a few times.  I was sure he was filling her head full of fear and lies.

Cormac was still speaking with Kea when Miru and Huali reappear, weapons in hand.  Huali had her favorite warclub while Miru deftly carried a five foot long wooden spear with a metal head.  Miru takes off toward the East while Huali turns North.

“Huali.”  I call after her.  She glances back at me over her shoulder.  “Don't hurt him.”  I plead.  She doesn't answer though she does hold eye contact for a long moment.  Finally she turns and heads out to find Tony.  

I peer out across the water to the trees beyond.  “Tony...”  I whisper.  “...what are you up to?”

Tony's Story

“Mmmm...mmmmm.”  Mara hums softly into my mouth as we kiss.  I force my tongue through her lips and after a moment's confusion she opens up for me.  She smelled as good as she tasted and her slim body felt incredible in my arms.  Her little hums and undulations was a potent aphrodisiac.  Ashley was hot as hell but I couldn't remember being this revved up since I was Mara's age.

Her slender hands press up under my shirt, her palms rubbing hard up my torso as she moans again.  “Mmmmm!”

We could both sense that this needed to happen quickly, before I had time to think about it.

I pull back from her lips and raise my arms.  Mara instantly reads the meaning and pulls my tank top up over my head and arms. She then follows suit.  She hurriedly unties the rope belt that held poncho around her waist and pulls this over her head as I then slide my hands up her trim belly.  As the garment is brought clears her lovely light tan body I pull her in to suck on her little breast...

Just before my tongue touches her...I stop.  In the flash I had seen something seemed out of place, something caught not by my thinking mind but by instinct.  I push her back a few inches and look again.  She didn't have small breasts, she had NO breasts.  Her smooth lithe body had a nice subtly hourglass shape to it...but it wasn't quite right either.  I could see the vague shape of pectoral muscles and the slightest hint of abs beneath her near hairless skin when she tightened her core.  And yet...her lovely face, her slender arms, her soft feminine features...I couldn't grasp what I was seeing.

Until...

...until I see...

...the bulge pressing out from her loincloth.  No, from HIS loincloth!  

Marama was a man!

Mara giggles lightly and leans in to kiss my cheek but I hold him back, pushing him further back to arms length to get a better look.  My wide eyes continue to take in his body as my mouth hangs open in shocked surprise.

Marama misreads my stunned look for desire and blushes bashfully.  “Do you like my body?  I very much like yours.”  His tight body writhes seductively.  “Touch me!”

“Y-y-you're a man!  A b-boy!”  I stutter.  “Wh-what?”

This throws him for a loop.  His smiling expressive face slowly fades into a perplexed mien.  “Yes.”  He reaches out and lightly traces the tips of his fingers down my chest and stomach.  “Is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong?  Is something wrong!?”  I look back to his face.  “What the fuuu...”

Now I was born and raised with what they call traditional family values.  I had griped at and voted against every gay initiative and so called advancement that had come along.  I truly wished that rainbow flag waving crowd would just crawl back into the dark corners where they used to hide back when everything was better.  I'd laughed at the jokes, even made them myself.  And the one time I was hit on by a dude I damn near punched him.

If this was ANY other man he'd be on his ass with a bloody nose right now.  But this wasn't any other man.  This was Mara.  I simply could not harm him, not even if my very life depended on it.  And despite everything, he was still the most gorgeous creature I'd ever laid eyes on.  His near nudity only accentuated his beauty.  While he didn't have a woman's body it wasn't really a man's either, nor a boy's, it was...unique.  Soft and feminine in every way but a few.  While my mind may have been reeling my hard cock was absolutely loving what I was seeing.

My grip slips from his arms and my arms fall limply at my sides.  I sit back and just...sit there.  I couldn't push him away and I couldn't bring myself to touch him.  My body and mind were at an impasse.

Marama didn't at all understand what was happening but he very much wanted to continue.  Hesitantly he leans in and waits to see if I would stop him.  I do not.  He big blue eyes study my expression and he lowers himself and moves closer.  He kisses my stomach very lightly.  He waits to see my reaction, when there isn't one he does it again, a little bit harder and a little bit longer.

With him bent down, with the front of his torso and crotch blocked from view, his girlish illusion reasserts itself and he looked a woman once more.  I reach up and brush his soft bangs from his face.

“How are you so beautiful?”  I whisper.

He gives me a cute smile and kisses my stomach again.  “Mmmm, you're beautiful too Tony.” He rests his weight on my leg and reaches down to untie his loincloth.  I watch as he tosses it to the side, I feel as his warm fuzzy balls and dick rub against my shin as he was now completely naked.  A man was no nude and pressing against me and I sat there doing nothing about it.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

He sits up.  With his left hand he grasps his left pec as if it was a breast and with his right he strokes...

I tilt my head back and look to the sky...and laugh.  “Ha ha ha ha!  Of course...of course...of course!  Ha ha ha ha!”

Mother...fucker!  The lad was blessed, packing heat, well endowed, carrying a king sized pussy pleaser.  Whatever you wanted to call it, this feminine little cutie had the biggest dong I'd ever fuckin seen.  And to me, in this moment, it was hilarious!  Fate knew I was already wrapped up in her web and was just mocking me now.  I still hadn't come to grips with what I was about to do with Mara but I did know I was the “man” in this situation.  Now here Mara comes with a mighty meat stick that made mine look like a god damn breakfast sausage.  The boy had two or three inches on me and that was probably flattering myself.

After everything that had happened to me something just snaps.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”  I look at it again.  Huge, uncut, and nearly fully hard.  He couldn't get his fingers all the way around it!  “Ha ha ha ha ha!”  I point at it and hold my stomach as I throw my head back.  “Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  Ahhhh ha ha ha ha ha ha!”