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Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on Gullivers Travels by Jonathan Swift.

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It would have been better with butter, but not by much. He fished a third crab out of the water with a stripped tree and let it cool.
Lou was wondering why no one had ever told her giant crabs were as edible as 'normal' ones.
"Probably doesn't come up too often," she thought aloud.
"Huh?" Jamal asked. He used a rock to crack another shell and fished out the meat. She explained what she was thinking. That led to a discussion of how Daddy and Moms had passed the time crossing the islands.
Which led to Jamal discussing a crabbing party during school. That led to him discussing how worthless his degree was, but he was in the right place and the right time to get hired.
He explained his job, advance work for the second-unit film crew. Lots of travel, little to no interaction with actual stars, and bitten by every form of bug imaginable.
"But what I really want to do is direct," he said. He paused and smiled.
"That's the look Daddy has when he expects us to laugh at something. It probably doesn't translate." She ate more crab. "You know, if you stay here, you could found a theatre. Tell stories, yours and ours, the way you want to tell them. That's direction, right?"
"IF I stay here?" he asked. He reached down to lift her to his knee, closer to eye level. "It's an option?"
"Dani went home," she said. "But you don't gotta." She described Daddy's life as a Duke. And some of the changes he'd made to society. Jamal started to consider life as Shakespeare.
"I could build a great big theatre and spend all winter there. We go on the road all summer, taking new stories out, all over Lilliput-"
"And Blefuscu," she added.
"Gesundheit," he said absently. "Would, uh... Would you be interested in... Coming with me?"
"What?" She was surprised. "Me? What would I do?" She thought about it for two seconds. "I'm twice the size of any other actors. I'd be ridiculous in love scenes."
"Not...all love scenes," he said softly.
She stared, mouth agape. "Are...are you making a pass at me?"
"Well, no," he said, fidgeting a bit. "Not, you know, not yet. But... Maybe if we spend time together, we might.. You know, decide.... To..."
"No. No," she said with a shake of her head. "Once we reach Lilliput, we're related."
"What?"
"I can't possibly consider...intimacy once you're adopted. You'll be family."
"Only... technically," he protested.
"Nooooo," she said. "No, not at all..."
He bent his neck to look her deep in the eye. "Huh? "No, not at all..."
He bent his neck to look her deep in the eye. "Huh?"
"Mom comes from a particularly insular ethnic group," Lou said.
"Mom being....?" he prompted.
"Oh. Number Three. I mean, Mom is Mom. All the Mom are my mom, if you know what I mean."
"Not at all," he said.
"Well. Well, Daddy married three times and they all take care of us and love us and discipline us and so on. But Jussifer is the one I share blood with so-"
"Jussifer?"
"Phoebe."
"The assassin?"
"She was PARDONED!"
"I'm so terribly sorry," he said. "So. Insular?"
"Um... Well, yes." She brushed her hair back from her face, settling herself on his knee. "They're very concerned about inbreeding. Very concerned. Almost fanatic. Mom raised all us girls to be leery of anything close to inbreeding.
"But her girls? Direct bloodline? We're kinda... Well she made a really big deal about-"
"You're brainwashed," he suggested. And flinched, anticipating her reaction. But she just smiled and nodded.
"I was going to say artificially paranoid, but brainwashed is good. There's this one guy? Was in my form at Hogwarts? I kinda liked him."
"He put your pigtails in ink?" Jamal joked.
"Four times," she nodded. "Then, after I punched him hard enough to loosen some teeth? I found out he was my grandmother's sister's husband's nephew's wife's little brother."
"That's... What is that, sixth cousin?" Jamal guessed.
"He's my third cousin four times removed and levelized twice by blood," she said. "In the Boiritesse reckoning."
"What the fuck does that mean?" he asked.
"It means I was nauseous for two weeks," she said sadly. She shivered at the memory. "Doesn't matter what the expert said about the genetic distance, or that it wasn't through the Boiritesse side.
"He was a relative, that was off limits."
"So... If I get adopted into the giant family," he said, "then we're related and you can't stand to be near me?"
"Near you, fine," she said. "But feelings? Feelings would never develop further."
"Further?" he asked, smiling. "Is that an admission you have feelings now?" His hand rose and one finger traced along her thigh.
"If only you weren't already married," she sighed, pressing her leg against his finger.
"I never actually said, I Do," he pointed out. "Any court in the land... Wait, they won't hold me to that, will they?"
"No," she assured him. "And if you play your cards right, I won't, either."
"I didn't bring any cards," he protested.
"D'awww," she sighed. "Then I guess you can't...."
"Can't what?" he asked after a moment.
"I can't think of where to go with this," she finally admitted. "I want... I want you, Jamal."
"Lou?"
"I want you, and if I can ever have you it has to be RIGHT NOW!" She reached for the buttons of her sailing tunic. He didn't move. "If you want me?" she asked.
"Desperately," he said. "But I hope I'm not going to ruin a perfectly good friendship, if we..." He found himself stroking her belly as she revealed it. Then gently brushing her breasts with his fingers. "You're..."
She was afraid to finish the sentence. "A friend?" he might be wanting to say. "Cute?" "A Virgin?" Oh, Egg, what could be worse? "Silly?" "Tiny?" No. No, he already knew that sex was possible for them.
Unless he needed the drums in the background to get excited about tiny lovers? She waited patiently, nibbling her lower lip.
"You're beautiful," he said. And pushed her tunic off her shoulders.
"Oh, Jamal," she sighed. He lifted her to his face and kissed her breasts gently. Then he moved her to his chest and lay down, skinning off his shorts.
She knelt on his sternum, realizing they didn't need drums. They could just use his heartbeat.
His shorts were down and he put thumbs into the elastic of his boxers, then paused. "What?" she asked.
"This is maybe too fast..." he worried.
"This is the only time we HAVE!" she pointed out. "Renee could find us any MOMENT!"
"Good point," he said. "According to movie law, once we're fully naked, that's when your father will walk in."
"Good thing this is real life," she said, forcing a laugh. Daddy walking in. That... That would be an interesting fight to watch.
WAS she going too far? Too fast?
No, she told herself. She just wasn't afraid of the consequences. She crawled up further and kissed his chin. "Now, I can't do to you what five wives can do, but-"
"But shut up, Louise," he said.
He grabbed her up and peeled the rest of her clothes off. She cooperated to speed it along. Then he was staring at her in the moonlight.
She dangled from his fingers, worried about the staring. She'd been a misfit in every situation outside of Dollhouse. Sometimes a welcomed, or at least tolerated misfit, but she'd never fully fit in.
Was she too freakish for the giant Jamal? "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I, uh, I don't know where to begin?"
"You touched the boobies," she said. "You already began!" She twisted in his grip to thrust them forward. "If you're ever confused about what to do next? Return to that and start over."
Jamal chuckled. "So, you've done this before?"
"Never," she said with confidence. Then she curled up into a ball. "No, not ever."
He pried her slowly out of her fetal curl and stroked her belly. "We can stop if you want, but...." He touched her thighs, her little bush. Her lips.
She gasped and grabbed his fingertip, pulling it to her. "No," she moaned.
"No, don't, stop?" he asked. "Or 'no, don't stop?"
"Do me," she whimpered. He rolled over onto his belly, adjusting himself slightly in the sand, then concentrated on her. He licked a finger and trailed a wet line from boob to pussy to boob again. Then he followed the circle with the tip of his tongue.
She melted in the sensation. The entire universe focused down into the hand-sized area where he contacted her. The heat from his hands, from his breath, penetrated her to the bone, but all she felt, all she knew, was that slick, sliding touch.
He touched places no boy had ever seen, smiling and moaning happily. Moist, slurping sounds filled her ears and mind. He gently spread her legs and licked, licked, sucked and licked some more.
Pressure built from the small of her back, muscles tightening like a saddle being strapped on. Then her center felt warm, hot and exploded.
Her first orgasm shattered her mind. She screeched, high and continuous. Her mind vibrated like a tuning fork, sensation radiating out from her pussy to the tips of fingers and toes.
"Oh, GOD!" she cried. She sat up and found Jamal's head, laying a million kisses on his nose and eyelids and cheeks and forehead.
"Another satisfied customer," he said cheerfully.
"Oh , yes, yes, yes," she enthused. "Now..." she panted. "What can I do for you?"
"Frankly?" he said. "The longer I sit here? The more convinced I become..."
She waited for a moment, then finally prodded. "About what?"
"That if I slip out of my boxers? Either your dad will show up or crabs will." He rolled to his side and tucked her into the crook of his arm. "Let's, uh... Why don't we just say tonight was about you? I'm... I'm leery. So maybe the next island, you can, uh. You can pay me back."
"Okay," she said.   She wondered if she'd done something wrong? Or hadn't done enough right?
But the heat and the languor started to creep up her spine. She'd figure it all out in the morning, she thought. And then slept, happy in the giant's arms.
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They stayed for a while on that island, coming to call it Crabfest Key. There never seemed to be an end to the available seafood.
That was a blessing and a curse. For one, they always had plenty of food. For the other, though, they could never fully relax.
It impacted their sex life. They took turns. Lou would seduce, serve and sate Jamal one night, he would return the favor the next. They could never just 'let go' and cross that final line to mutual satisfaction.
Jamal didn't complain and Lou didn't know there was anything much different to a sex life.
They talked about moving on, maybe finding an island they could completely relax on. But the next island to the South might be occupied. Or barren. Or Lilliput. So they just stayed where they were. Husbanding their strength, they called it.
Indulging their curiosity, too.
And they talked about movies and a theatre and productions and a portable stage on a wagon he could tow around the islands.
It grew and reduced as they discussed it. Just a stage; stage and dressing rooms; stage and staterooms; staterooms for the stars and dressing rooms for locals that were added to the cast for a performance or two. At one point it was even amphibious.
They'd start talking in the morning, realizing last night's final design was too fanciful and start the day promising to be more realistic.
And would have hot running showers installed by the afternoon. Or running boards so he could ride it like a skateboard...
They lasted this way until the day the Shark showed up off the shore. A hand-cranked siren woke the two.
Lou sat up from where she slept on Jamal's chest. Sprawled on his sternum to escape wandering crabs, of course.
She recognized the 'shore leave recall' alarm instantly. "Holy crap! It's my sister!" She instantly began buttoning up her shirt. "Get dressed!"
"Who?" he asked sleepily.
"I'll introduce you in five minutes!" she snapped. "Pull your pants on NOW!"
Lou rushed through the trees to the beach. She wasn't worried about crabs at the moment. With Jamal behind her and Renee in front, she could easily avoid them long enough to get rescued.
She burst out onto the beach and nearly bowled her mother over. Phoebe ducked to the side in a quick spin Daddy called her ninja-moves. Two knives were raised to deal with whatever threat was barreling down on her.
Renee leapt out of the rowboat, sword ready. Her sailors ducked and covered their vital organs, waiting for their captain to decide she was through swashbuckling.
So her slightly greater mass was what Louise braked against, once they'd made eye contact. Then she turned around swiftly. "Mom!? What are you doing here?"
"Hi," Renee said. "Glad you're here, thank Heaven you found me, I know it wasn't easy, but you're my only hope."
"Thanks," Lou tossed over her shoulder. "Mom?"
"We heard there was a giant out here," Phoebe said, knives already hidden somewhere about her person. Behind her, trees started to crack and crunch. She barely looked. "Something about a new God to the Festtuke?"
"And Agwanni," Lou corrected. "And Atakewany and... And everyone." She shrugged. "They were going to get all their women pregnant with the giant's kids and have giant warriors and then eat the giant and then conquer the world."
"Cool," Renee said. "A challenge!"
"Cool your jets, dear," Phoebe said. "So where is this-"
"Oh, holy crap, they're real," Jamal said. Everyone looked up at the bemused face over the trees.
"What the hell?" Lou shouted. "I'm not real? Your thirty wives aren't real?"
"Thirty?" Renee and Phoebe repeated. Mom was looking at Lou with an extra bit of interest, though. Oh, Egg, did she suspect? Already?
Then she shrugged mentally. No, Mom wouldn't suspect. Mom would already KNOW she'd been with Jamal. Might as well bow to the inevitable.
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It was too late to sail, so the Shark set up camp on the beach. Jamal boiled two crabs for the sailors and they roasted him two cows.
It was a pleasant change for everyone. He was chewing with a look of ecstasy on his face while Lou sat and ate with her family.
"So," Renee was recounting, "we searched for two days, then decided we needed to come back and find help.
"But halfway to Lilliput, we run into the Calypso and the Harryhousen." She nodded at Mom. "The whole gang coming out to see about this giant rumor."
"And," Phoebe said with a smile, "to keep you from sneaking him into Dollhouse and under your bed." They all shared a small laugh at that.
"So where are the others?" Lou asked.
"We found the island Jamal had landed on. Oh!" She leaned back to shout. "I've got your shoes in my hold!"
"Great!" he said around a mouthful of beef.
"We found that. All the savages running around bashing each other's brains in. Couldn't get two of them to tell the same story twice. But we figured you'd snuck him off."
"Why me?" Lou asked. "I mean, it was me, but how'd you know?" She thought she was being accused just because Renee needed someone to accuse. Again.
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Seventeen false alarms, then sabotage and escape? Who taught you that?"
"Oh." She shut up, chastised.
"Dad and Arlene are following the most likely paths to home. I took this islet just to rule it out." She fished a bit more meat out of the claw. "Why'd you come so far East, anyway? To avoid pursuit?"
"Uh... Yeah," she agreed.
"Good navigating, though," Renee said. "I'd have hated to try to find this place by dead reckoning." She got up to get another bit of crab.
Lou found herself looking in her mother's eyes. Phoebe smiled, and silently mouthed, blind zucking luck, huh.
"Well, Mom, you know me," she replied. They nodded.
"Who's Arlene?" Jamal asked. He lowered a clean-picked skeleton to the sands.
"Another giant," Lou said. "Gosh, I never mentioned her at all!" How could that happen?
"Is she hot?" Jamal asked. Lou stared. Phoebe laughed. Renee said she was, hoping to be there when the boy made a pass at the mature lesbian.
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Lou snuck next to Jamal's head after the fires were banked and bedrolls spread. Her roll was next to Mom's. And she was expected to stand a watch, as she was still on the rolls as a midshipman.
But she had to straighten things out. "Why did you ask if Aunt Arlene is HOT?" she hissed. "Are you TRYING to make me jealous?"
"I was trying to make sure no one would think you and I had done anything," he whispered. Her mouth gaped. It sounded plausible...
"Well. Well. Okay, then," she said. "Good night."
"G'night, Lou." And he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. She shook her head and went back to her bedroll.
Renee was snoring on her blanket. Phoebe was quiet but moved up to cuddle Louise once she lay down. All the Mom had found the daughters to be wonderful heat sources in the night. Not quite as good as Daddy, but better than nothing.
She smiled and pulled her mother's arm around her waist and went to sleep.
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Renee kept enough crew to protect everyone from crustaceans and sent the Shark to find the other ships.
It sailed to the west, making it almost to the horizon before firing it's cannon. "They see the Calypso or the Harryhousan," Renee interpreted. Shortly after that, Arlene's research platform started to climb up the horizon.
Jamal teased Lou about not mentioning the woman during their time together. Renee teased Louise about teaching the giant to call her 'Lou.' Phoebe held herself above such concerns and started teaching important words to Jamal.
The crew listened to the big guy stumble through 'I am very glad to meet you, Duchess Arlene," and tried not to laugh. Some of them had tried to learn English and knew how easy it was to sound stupid.
And they knew Renee would pound them into the sand for teasing the guy. So they left it alone.
Ted made the Calypso a shallow water catamaran. Arlene's crew made it almost to the beach before anchoring. But the marine biologist was already wading ashore when they did.
"So where's this giant sex god we're hearing so much about?" Hort called from the woman's shoulder.
Jamal stood up from the beach. "Hey, giant!" Arlene called.
"Aunt Hildegarde?" Jamal replied. He looked stunned. Not nearly as stunned as the Duchess and her daughters.
"Hildegarde?" Phoebe repeated.
"Aunt?" Lou moaned.
"Hildegarde's my middle name," Arlene said slowly. She lowered Hort to the sands as she reached the shore. "I, uh, I used it growing up. Mom was named Arlene. But when I started post-grad, I decided to use... Who ARE you?"
"I'm Debbie's son, Jamal," he replied.
"Debbie?" Phoebe asked.
"My sister, whose real name is Brunhilde," Arlene said absently. "You were about..." She held her hands about a foot apart.
"I grew up!" he said cheerfully. He moved closer, awkwardly holding his hands out for a hug. "Ever since you disappeared, any time someone goes out of town, we say, 'Look out for Lost Aunt Hildegarde!'
"And when they found out I was coming to hop islands on the same ocean you disappeared in? I got forty two pictures of you so I'd know what you looked like."
Arlene took him into a hug. It started slow and gentle, then they started hugging really, really tight.
"I thought I'd be declared dead, by now," she whispered.
"Mom never gave up hope. She always said you were on some Indonesian island, teaching marine biology to the men and...more biology to the women."
Arlene started to cry. Everyone on the beach started to sigh. Except Lou, who made it behind a grove of palm trees before she dropped to her knees and started to vomit.
When she finally stopped retching, she sat back on her heels. And felt her moms' hands, one on each shoulder. "Whoopsie," Phoebe said. Her voice and eyes were full of sad sympathy.
"Maybe shouldn't have pushed that button," Hort added, in much the same tone.
"I can never..." Lou gasped. "I can't even LOOK at him!"
"Sure, you can," Phoebe said. She stroked hair back from her daughter's face. Hort gathered it into a pony tail.
"No, Mom," Lou said, "he and I... We were..."
"Yeah, we know," Hort said. "You leaped before you looked."
"You leaped instead of looking," Phoebe corrected. Hort shrugged and pulled out a ribbon.
Lou relaxed into the attention. She'd been taller than both these women for seven years, but she still thought of them as her protectors. In their care, she'd figure out a way past any emotional tangle Jamal represented.
"Whatever you do," Phoebe said. "Don't let your Dad know."
"We'll have to tell Ritchasska," Hort said.
"Oh, yes, well. Ritchasska, of course." She took her daughter's chin in her hands and looked up into her eyes. "But never, ever let on to anyone, especially your father, that you were intimate with your cousin. Alright?"
"Yes, Mom." She sniffled and wiped her face. "But can I still open a theatre with him?"
"A what, now?" Hort asked.
Behind the trees, Arlene was laughing at Jamal's surprise. "So, if you always thought of me as a Hildy, that's why you didn't recognize it when Lou talked about me."
"Um..." Jamal paused. "Right, right."
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The idea of the roving experimental theatre never quite worked out. The problem was the logistics of a roving giant's diet.
Instead, he built a theatre complex, the Globe, near Arlene's university. The campus had four theatres, acting classrooms, actor barracks and a prop production facility.
Lou signed on as his business manager.
Shows developed The Globe included traditional Fuscan fare, stories cribbed from human movies, and original works by Jamal or some of his troupe. Jamal named the four stages The Globe, Broadway, Off Broadway, and The Sticks.
New stuff was tried in The Sticks, and was tweaked for Off Broadway, or abandoned.
A fraction of the ones that didn't flop at the Globe did go out on the road, sans Jamal. Lou rode with them, keeping the roadies and the actors from beating each other up.   Or from drunkenly ganging upon the townies.
Ritch was worried that she'd gone into a career without college. Hort was worried that she chose to hang out with actors. Phoebe just kept asking, 'Are you happy?' She believed her daughter's answer the first time, she just enjoyed seeing that smile whenever she asked.
Ted built a theatre near Hogwarts for when his daughter's troupe was in town. With, as he put it, "Room for even my ass in the audience."
Emma caught a production of Camp Granada in Mildendo. She and Lou were guests of the Prince in his box.
During the 'organize a searching party' dance number, Emma leaned close to her sister and whispered. "How are you and Jamal getting along?"
"Oh, great, great," Lou whispered back. "I seem to have inherited Mom's business sense. It was my idea to send only some shows on the road. Builds up interest and the rich travel to Boiritesse to see the rest.
"It builds up our profits and makes Arlene's home a tourist resort."
"I meant," Emma asked, "about the unrequited love?"
"Eh," Lou shrugged. "Standing back, I can see he's a bit of a jerk. And I've seen him eat pasta." They both shuddered. "No, he has a bevy of actresses, seamstresses, patrons and nobles throwing themselves at him.
"He says he's building up the army to defend us from the giant cannibals he accidentally made."
"Did he reallymake any?" Emma asked.
"Ask Renee," Lou smiled. "She remains, let's say, skeptical."
Prince Ievettes interrupted then, coming up between the women. He stood at their elbows and nodded towards the stage. "Lou? What can you tell me about the blonde in the chorus?"
The girls glanced towards the stage. "Well, he likes fishing," Lou said carefully.
"And I have a yacht!" Ievettes said happily. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Just don't put worms in his food, your highness. It's not as attractive as you think."
"Just ONE TIME," he started to protest.
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