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)