Luke Keeps It All In The Family

      One of Dennis’s relatives, I am not sure of his family affiliation to mine, but this relative of Dennis was one of the sharecroppers that we went to once a week. I think it was his second uncle, whom I will call Luke. The local rumor was that Luke was “Doing” his wife’s younger sister and had been “Doing” her for years. When I met this young girl, she was 15 years old, and she looked voluptuous well beyond her years. She wore clothes that were the typical farmer clothes that were worn and cut to accentuate her figure. Except for the glasses she wore, she looked like Daisy Mae out of the “Little Abner” comic strip. The only thing that marred her beauty was that she habitually had a line of spittle of tobacco snuff running down the corner of her mouth over her chin.

      Dennis’s second uncle reminded me very much of my uncle Jose’, and just like my uncle, he looked and acted as if he came right out of the movie “Deliverance.” Also, like my uncle Jose’ he did not have his teeth and he rarely wore his dentures.

      I really couldn’t say whether or not if he was actually doing “Daisy Mae”, but on a few occasions while hunting lizards on his farm, I accidentally stumbled upon them making out pretty hot and heavy. Yes, it was evident that they were very familiar with each other, judging by the way they each had their hands on each other’s various body parts. For what I could see, it looked as if Daisy Mae was vigorously massaging Luke’s toothless gums with her tongue. Thank God they never saw me.

      On one occasion, I had been on the other side of his farm hunting around some dilapidated old buildings for snakes and lizards. Daisy had seen me in the distance wandering about. She came out to where I was exploring and she brought me a big jar of ice tea.

      She said, “Hey sugar, I thought you might be thirsty.”

I was, and I was very grateful for the tea. She was looking at me oddly with what seemed to be frank invitation, and I became very uncomfortable.

We were on the other side of the old building out of sight of the group of workers and her brother-in-laws house. She came very close to me and started to trace her finger on my chest – causing an erection to plump up.

      She cooed, “You have a very nice body.”

I was stammering and stuttering, informing her that I took after my dad. She asked me if I had a girl friend, or if I had ever been with a girl. I stammered no and yes respectively.

      She was swaying her body closer to mine and she squealed, “You are just so precious.”

She was smiling and her beautiful face getting set to kiss me. I was very horny, but that damn tobacco spittle and the image of both her and Dennis’ uncle competed heavily with my erection. As horny as I was, that was something I could over look. I made a frantic fumbling excuse and took off for the main house.