MARY ELLEN

Part III. ALONE TOGETHER AT LAST

The next day was Saturday and it rained the whole day. After our
explorations of Friday night, Mary Ellen seemed as anxious as I
was to continue. After breakfast we went up to my room to play
board games. As soon as we were alone she kissed me on the cheek
and giggled. “I’m really looking forward to tonight, Dave. I want
you to show me when you squirt your stuff.”

The combination of her gentle kiss on my cheek, the sweet smell
of her skin and hair and the thought of what we were going to do
that night had my 13 year-old twitching. I sat across from my
cousin, cross-legged in what we called in those days, “Indian
style.” (I’m sure that’s a racially insensitive expression
nowadays, but I have some Native American blood on my father’s
side, so I can get away with it.) Mary Ellen was wearing a skirt
so, when she sat down in the same position, she was giving me a
clear view of her panties. Since she was sitting with her back to
the door, she could flash me at will with no worry about being
caught by the adults.

Staring at her lovely pale blue panties so wantonly displayed, my
penis was suddenly hard. I had to adjust myself so that it was
pointing up toward my belly button, lying against my abdomen.
Since I was wearing Jeans, it wasn’t that noticeable, except to
the trained and expert eye of a horny 10 year-old girl! Mary
Ellen giggled and asked, “Am I making it like that, Dave?”

“You know you are. You’re teasing me with that great view up your
skirt, you bad girl.” I grinned.

“What, you mean you can see up my skirt?” she asked in mock
disbelief. She immediately pushed her skirt down between her
widely-spread legs. “You naughty boy….and just what were you
looking at that got you all big and hard?”

“You’re what I was looking at. Those sexy blue panties pressed
tight against your cute little pussy.”

“Oh, you mean these?” She asked in mock innocence as she took the
hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her chest, exposing her
panties all the way to her waist. “I don’t know what’s so sexy
about these. They’re just plain old underpants like I always
wear.”

“Well, I guess they’re sexy because they’re on your body,
covering up the girl parts I like so much.” I replied.

“Well, if you think they’re sexy, then I guess I ought to let you
see them,” she said with finality. She dropped her skirt hem to
her lap, but made sure to keep it above her crossed knees so I
had a clear view of heaven as we started our game.

I’m not really sure what games we played that rainy Saturday
morning. The only thing I remember well is those pale blue
panties and how the crotch pulled up tight against her pussy,
revealing a hint of her slit as they molded to her body. Later
on, I could just make out a hint of a dark spot in that panty
crotch.

My daydreaming about Mary Ellen’s body was interrupted when my
mother came to the door of my room to announce that lunch was
ready. When I looked over at Mary Ellen, I saw that she had
pushed her skirt down between her legs, hiding my little view of
paradise.

During lunch my father announced that he and my mother and Mary
Ellen’s parents were going visit my grandmother who lived about
an hour’s drive away. Since my mom and Mary Ellen’s mother were
sisters, my grandmother was also Mary Ellen’s grandmother. My
heart sank at the thought of sitting around her tiny “old lady”
apartment with nothing to do for the whole afternoon.

“Listen, kids,” said my dad. “I know how bored you would be
sitting around with the grown-ups, so I thought it would be OK to
leave you two here.”

“Just remember,” said my mother, “Stay in the house and don’t go
anywhere by yourselves. Mrs. Armistead is right next door if you
need anything. She said she’d be home all day.”

Both Mary Ellen and I perked-up and assured my mom that we’d be
fine alone.

“We’ll be home around 6 and we’ll all go out for dinner,” added
my father.

So it came to be that we had the entire afternoon to ourselves in
an empty house!

We waited for five long minutes after my folks Buick backed out
of the driveway. Mary Ellen turned to me and took my hand. “Do
you think you can show me what I couldn’t see last night?” she
asked.

“Well, I don’t think that will be a problem, Mary Ellen, but
there’s something I might want to see too.”

“Don’t worry, Cousin. I’m gonna show you EVERYTHING.” Said Mary
Ellen with mischief in her eyes. “Come on. Let’s go to your
room.”

I followed her up the stairs, trying to get a look under her
skirt as I did so. She saw me looking and laughed, picking up her
skirt hem and pulling it up to her waist. I followed her pretty
little bottom in those blue panties to the top of the stairs
where she let her skirt fall back into place and once again took
my hand, leading me to my bedroom.

Once I had closed my door, I turned to Mary Ellen and said, “Why
don’t we both take off everything and get naked like we did that
day in the woods before you left for France.”
She didn’t say anything. She just started unbuttoning her white
cotton blouse as I stood watching her, entranced by the age-old
performance of a woman stripping for her man.

When she had finished opening the front of her blouse, revealing
her matching blue vest, she slid the blouse down her arms and let
it fall to the floor. I could see the outlines of her hard
nipples under the vest and felt my dick hardening fast.

She turned away from me and slowly pulled the vest up and over
her head. She shook out her hair and let the vest slip down her
arms until it fell at her feet. Crossing her arms over her chest
she turned back to me, eyes shyly downcast. I stepped forward and
put my arms around her, pulling our bodies together, her hands
still covering her little budding breasts. I kissed her gently on
the forehead and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Cuz. Let me see
them? Please?”

“OK,” she replied and stepped back from me a little. She looked
right into my eyes and dropped her hands to her sides. I stared
at her breasts for a moment and then she reached out and began
unbuttoning my shirt.
“You can’t be looking at my breasts if you’re still dressed,” she
said mater-of-factly. “Lets get your shirt off.”

I couldn’t get out of my shirt and T-shirt fast enough. Suddenly
we both stood topless, looking at each other. She moved into me
and put her arms around my neck, pressing her soft, small breasts
and her sharp little nipple points into my abdomen.
She tilted her head back as I bent down and kissed her lips. It
started as a chaste kiss, lips closed with very little pressure,
but quickly escalated to a serious face-sucking session with lots
of tongue. When we both came up for air I panted, “Let’s get the
rest of these clothes off.”

Looking into my eyes, she said, “Yes, but I’ll undress you and
you can undress me.”

“Anything you say, baby cousin,” I replied, using my old nickname
for her which she hated.

Mary Ellen moved back, squatted down in front of me and undid my
belt, the button on my jeans and pulled down my fly. Reaching up
to grab the waistband, she pulled my jeans to my ankles. After a
pause to kick off my loafers and pull off my socks, I stepped out
of the jeans and stood in front of my cousin in just my white
briefs, my cock standing up prominently and leaving a wet spot
just below the waistband.

She stood up and stared down at the bulge created by my erect
penis, then took a step back and announced, “OK. My turn. Get to
work, Cuz.”

I needed no further urging, but squatted down in front of my
pretty little cousin. After a little fumbling, I found the button
on side of her skirt and undid it. I pulled gently on the zipper
and her skirt waist opened. The garment slid down her hips and
puddled around her feet. I reached up and grasped the elastic
waistband of her half-slip and pulled it down over her hips. I
fell at her feet, joining the puddle of her skirt. She kicked off
her loafers, bent and pulled off her bobby sox, then stood before
me wearing only her powder blue cotton briefs.

I stood up and took a step back, awed by the sight of my “little”
cousin, Mary Ellen. She soon closed the gap between us, pressing
her body against mine in another passionate kiss.

She soon broke the kiss and stepped back. “Come on, Dave, I can’t
wait to see it close-up in the daylight,” she said as she
squatted in front of me. “Ready?” she asked, then without waiting
for an answer, she grabbed the waistband of my tighty-whities and
yanked them down to my knees. My boner bent down with the
waistband, then sprang back up to stand at attention before my
cousin.

“My goodness, you are a big boy, aren’t you, cousin?” she
observed as she pulled my underpants the rest of the way down and
I stepped out of them. At 13, my dick had only started growing.
Like most young teenage males I measured it regularly. At that
time it was a little over 5 inches long and about as big around
as a hot dog. It eventually ended up at 8 inches erect and thick
enough that I can just barely get my hand completely around it. I
didn’t know it at the time, but Mary Ellen had never seen a penis
other than the baby boys she had changed. Mine was the first
erect, almost adult penis she had ever seen.

Fascinated by my boner, Mary Ellen put her little hand around it
and stood up facing me. “Show me how you make the stuff squirt
out,” she said.

“Well, it takes a lot of rubbing. Last night rubbing it on your
panties made me cum pretty quickly,” I volunteered.

“Let’s try now,” she said, letting go of me and pressing her body
against mine.

“I have a better idea,” I replied, stepping back from her.
“Remember the naked game we played when you were 7?” I asked.

“Of course. It felt real good. It was the first time I got wet
down there,” responded Mary Ellen.

“Well putting my cock between your bare pussy lips like a hot dog
on a bun will make me cum for sure,” I said as I squatted in
front of her and grasped the soft waistband of her cotton
panties. “Ready?” I asked, and immediately pulled her panties
down to her ankles. She giggled and stepped out of them. As I
raised my head, my eyes were about 2 inches from her little bald
slit. I could see a little shiny wetness in the crevice between
her lips and I caught the intoxicating scent of a young girl’s
arousal for the first time in my life. On impulse, I bent forward
and lightly kissed the top of her slit, rubbing my nose against
the incredibly soft, smooth skin of her Mons Veneris.

“Oh my god, what did you do?” she cried, pulling back from my
lips. “Did you kiss me down there?”

“Yes,” I answered simply. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen and I couldn’t resist.”

“But, but that’s dirty!” she said, amazement in her voice.

“Baby cousin,” I said, “I love every part of you.”

She moved forward so my lips were against her mons this time.
“Did you really mean my kitty is beautiful?” she asked.

“Of course I meant it. It’s the truth,” I stated as if any fool
should know it for a fact.

She gently squeezed my cheeks and pulled be up to face her.
“Thank you, Cousin Dave,” she said simply and kissed me lightly
on the lips.
We both seemed to notice my erection pressing on her tummy at the
same time.

“We’ll have to do something about him,” Mary Ellen said.

“How about we keep him here for now,” I said as I bent my
erection down and let it come back up between her thighs. Now she
was sitting astride the back side of my penis and apparently
enjoying the feeling because she started sliding back and forth
on me.

(to be continued)