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 MARY ELLEN

   Part V

   Two years passed quickly after Mary Ellen's visit.  My dad was
transferred to his company's Denver location and I didn't see my cousin
until the Winter of 1963 when she turned 12 years old.  I remember the year
well because President Kennedy had just been assassinated and because my
baby sister, Amanda Lynn (Mandy), had arrived the previous Spring.  Yes,
she was definitely a surprise for mom and dad since mom was 37 years old.
After the initial shock wore off both of them were deliriously happy.  They
had always hoped for a little girl, but after I was born mom couldn't seem
to get pregnant.  I was kind of liking the idea of having a little sister,
especially since mom and dad were so obviously happy.

   Mary Ellen and I had kept in touch with letters.  Yes, we actually used
pen and paper to compose letters, write them out in long hand, put stamps
on them and dropped them in a mailbox.  e-mail didn't exist and
long-distance telephone rates were very expensive.  A First Class postage
stamp, on the other hand, was only 5 cents.  Our letters were friendly but
never mentioned the intimacies we had shared and the decidedly
"un-cousinly" love we had for each other.

   I was very excited to learn that my Aunt Kate and Uncle John were coming
to Denver to spend Christmas with us and do a little skiing afterwards.  Of
course Mary Ellen was coming with them.  We were living a in a much larger
house in a rural area outside the city due to my father's promotion and the
lower cost of houses in the Denver area.  We also had 6 acres of wooded
land surrounding the house.  My mother decorated the whole house, even more
than her usual Christmas excess and spent hours baking pies and cakes.  You
would have thought a dozen people were coming rather than the three we were
actually expecting.

   Of course this would be Mandy's first Christmas, so it was even more
special for all of us.  I was enjoying the role of big brother, feeding and
holding Mandy so mom could get something done in the kitchen.  It was then
that I began to help mom more and more with Mandy, a role I would continue
until I left home for the University.

   Dad and I went into the woods on a cold, snowy morning and cut down a
big Blue Spruce that really filled the living room.  We all decorated the
tree the night before Aunt Kate and Uncle John were expected.

   The next day did not start out promising anything good.  We awoke to
about 8 inches of new snow that dad and I had to shovel off the walk and
driveway and mom was worried that Uncle John and Aunt Kate might not be
able to get out here to "the middle of nowhere," as she called it.  Dad
called the airport and found out that their flight had left about 10
minutes late but it was due in on time.  Mom said she hoped that Uncle John
had rented a Jeep because that was the only way they were going to get "up
the mountain." Mom always had a knack for looking at the dark side.

   As it turned out, Uncle John HAD rented a Jeep; one of those Wagoneer
things that was like a station wagon.  They made it to our house with no
trouble at all.  Mom was putting Mandy down for her afternoon nap and dad
and I were keeping watch at the front window when their car came up the
driveway.

   Dad and I went out to meet them with mom not far behind.  All I can
remember is seeing Mary Ellen get out of the back seat.  She stretched out
these incredibly long legs and slid gracefully from the seat, giving me
just a glimpse of stocking tops and garters.  When she ran to embrace me I
was surprised to find that she was only a few inches shorter than I was.

   She kissed my cheek and hugged me for a long moment, then pushed back
and looked into my eyes.  Yes, she was still the same Mary Ellen I knew and
loved.  We both had these goofy smiles on our faces and if one of the
parents had looked at the two of us, they would certainly have known how we
felt about each other.  Fortunately they were busy hugging and shaking
hands themselves.

   After I helped dad and Uncle John carry the bags inside, we all gathered
in the kitchen for coffee and cake (milk for Mary Ellen and me since we
were still kids and they were afraid coffee would stunt our growth).  I was
amazed at how grown-up my little "baby cousin," looked.  Not only was she
almost 5-1/2 feet tall, but she had this very interesting coke-bottle
shape; trim waist, curvy hips and actual breasts.  In the two years since I
had seen her last, Mary Ellen had become a woman!  She was wearing a
"Christmas Dress," as mom would say.  It was a real grown-up dress with no
puffy sleeves, bows around the waist, or Peter Pan collar.  The dress was
bright red wool with a knee-length pleated skirt and a tight-fitting top
with a high neck and long sleeves.  Right in style for 1963.

   After we had finished eating and listened politely to the adult
conversation for a half hour, I asked if I could carry Mary Ellen's
suitcase up to the room where she would be staying.  The parents agreed and
we made our escape to the living room where Dad and I had dropped the
luggage.  Mary Ellen pointed out her suitcase and a long dress bag which I
picked up and we headed for the stairs.

   As we reached the bottom of the staircase she stopped and took the dress
bag from my left hand and said,

   "I can carry this.  That way you'll have one hand free."

   "I don't need a hand free," I replied, "There are no doors or anything I
have to open."

   "Oh yes you do need a hand free, cousin," she insisted as she took my
left hand in her right and flashed me that old familiar Mary Ellen smile
that can light up the whole room.  We started up the stairs hand-in hand
looking at each other instead of looking where we were walking.  It's a
wonder we didn't fall and break our necks.  I guess the gods take care of
drunks and young lovers.

   We arrived at the top of the stairs and I led her to the right.

   "My room is all the way at the end of this hallway," I told her.  "Mom
and dad's is at the far end of the other.  Dad deliberately put me at the
opposite end of the house.  That way I can play music in my room and not
disturb them."

   "That was a smart idea." She said.

   "Yeah, there's one guest room next to mom and dad.  Your folks are in
there and Mandy's crib is still in with mom and dad.  You'll be in the
other guest room, right next to mine" I explained with a self-satisfied
smile, "I arranged that myself.  We'll have this end of the house to
ourselves."

   "Good," she said, "We can have a little privacy to catch-up on the past
2 years."

   "The past 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days to be precise," I
corrected her, walking through the door of the guest room and laying her
suitcase on the double bed.  "I've been counting the days `til I could see
you again."

   I turned to face my cousin as she dropped the dress bag on the bed next
to her suitcase.  She didn't say anything as she moved into my embrace and
threw her arms around my neck, pressing the whole front of her body tightly
against me.  Only when she had laid her head on my shoulder and kissed my
neck did she speak.

   "Oh, Dave I've thought about you every one of those days just waiting
`til we could be together.  I can't believe it's finally happening."

   "Baby cousin, you don't know how happy I am right now just holding you,"
I whispered, my voice husky with emotion.

   At that moment our reunion was interrupted by the sound of my father's
voice and the footsteps of the four adults coming up the stairs,

   "We've put you in the grown-up wing, away from all that rock n' roll
noise the kids make.  You even have your own bathroom."

   Mary Ellen and I ended our embrace and looked at one another with that
goofy grin of teenage lovers.  I hung her dress bag in the closet while she
opened her suitcase and began putting her clothes in the dresser drawers.
We couldn't hear the parents anymore since they had disappeared down the
far hallway.

   Mary Ellen picked up a couple of plain white bras from her suitcase and
turned to place them in the top drawer.

   "You didn't used to wear those," I observed.  "I guess you have a little
more up front now."

   "Play your cards right, sport and you might just get see what I have `up
front,'" she teased.

   "Whoa, what other surprises do you have for me, baby cousin?"

   "Well, how about these?" she asked, still teasing me as she held up a
pair of white nylon briefs.

   "So?" I teased her back, "You have underpants.  You always wore those
even when you were little."

   She unfolded the panties, holding them by the waist and shook them out
in my face.  "Don't you see, they're nylon; real grown-up lady pants."

   --- Author's Note: I should point out for my younger readers who didn't
grow up in the 50's and 60's that little girls wore cotton briefs,
sometimes plain white or pastel colored, sometimes with small flowers or
other patterns.  Sometimes under a fancy party dress a little girl would
wear nylon or satin panties.  Since little girls wore dresses most of the
time and always wore them to school, I had ample opportunity to survey my
friends, cousins, sisters and classmates underwear preferences as they
flashed me their panties.  Older girls just wore the same thing in big girl
sizes.  There were no bikini panties, hipsters, boy shorts or thongs; every
girl and woman wore full sized briefs, now sometimes called "granny pants."

   The difference came when a girl graduated to nylon briefs.  Most, but
not all women wore nylon, rayon, satin or silk panties.  This was before
someone decided it would be "healthier" to put a cotton lining in the
gusset of nylon panties.  The gusset was usually a double panel of nylon.

   In many families, the mother would buy her daughter her first nylon
panties together with her first nylon stockings and garter belt (there were
no pantyhose yet) when the girl had her first period.  This was considered
"becoming a woman." (Sounds like a primitive tribal ritual of some kind,
doesn't it?) This change in a girl's life was often accompanied by her
first pair of semi-high-heeled shoes and permission to wear a little
make-up.

   I was a first-hand observer of this tribal ritual, growing up with
sisters and girl cousins.  I became more interested during puberty when I
was not only a horny bastard with sex on his mind every waking minute, but
I had also developed a panty fetish.  This made any sort of female
undergarment very interesting to me.

   With that background information out of the way, I now return to my
story:

   At 12 Mary Ellen had her first period and her mom told her that since
she was now a young woman, she could wear lipstick, low-heels and nylon
stockings on special occasions.  Of course my cousin left out the part
about her period, being too shy to talk about it with a boy.  Remember,
this was 1963.  Her explanation went something like this:

   "One day mom came back from shopping with two pair of nylon stockings, a
garter belt and four pair of these," she said, indicating the nylon panties
she was still holding up in my face." She said now that I was growing up I
could wear stockings instead of socks with my nice dresses on Sundays and
for parties and I could start wearing nylon panties like hers instead of
cotton." She folded the panties and put them in the drawer with her bras.

   "She showed me how to wash the panties in the sink and hang them up in
the bathroom to dry, and she showed me how to put on the stockings with the
garter belt." With that she lifted her skirt and showed me her stocking
tops and a little glimpse of garter.

   "Neat," I said, understanding that she had just told me something very
important to her even though it wasn't of much interest to me.  "What's the
garter belt look like," I asked, just to show interest.

   Mary Ellen blushed and replied, "If I show you my garter belt you'll see
my panties too."

   That got my interest.  "But I've seen your panties hundreds of times and
we've both seen each other naked," I said in my most reasonable tone.

   "Well, OK," she said hesitantly with her cheeks still red.

   She looked at the doorway to make sure the parents weren't sneaking up
on us, then lifted the front of her skirt above her waist.  I was now able
to see the garter belt around her waist and the long garters hanging down
where the stocking tops attached.  I looked at the garter belt for about
two seconds before my eyes focused on her nylon panties.  My cousin was a
redhead and I realized that her panties were translucent and I could make
out her red pubic hair behind the front panel.

   I guess I stood there staring a little too long without saying a word,
because when she interrupted my thoughts there was more than a little
irritation in her voice,

   "Well, what do you think?  Say something!"

   "Uh, sorry.  I guess I was just admiring the view," I said as I looked
up into her eyes.

   She must have seen that I did like the view when she looked down at the
front of my pants where my hard-on was pushing out the fly.  She smiled and
let her skirt fall back in place.

   "I'll take that as a compliment," she said as she nodded toward my
tumescent state.  "Now you better do something with that thing before our
parents come in here to check on us."

   "How `bout we do what we did last time you visited me.  Remember, that
naked thing with the hot dog in the bun?" I teased, knowing we couldn't
with our parents in the house.

   Mary Ellen blushed again (she was doing a lot of that today, but a
redhead has such pale skin they show it more easily than most.)

   "Not now, wise guy," she replied, "You'll have to take care of it all by
yourself," she said as she broke into her mischievous grin, "Better head
for the bathroom, Bucko."

   And I did.

   Later that afternoon Mandy woke up from her nap and mom brought her
downstairs.  Needless to say she was the center of attention, being
worshipped by her proud parents, her aunt and uncle who were seeing her for
the first time and her cousin who was just coming to that age when girls
love babies.  Of course big brother was standing by just in case she was
ignored for a moment and required his attention.

   Christmas Eve was a quiet affair with a dinner of shrimp and rice and
plenty of mom's homemade bread with a nice California Chardonnay from dad's
cellar.  Mary Ellen and I were allowed a small glass to celebrate the
holiday; one more sign that our parents recognized us as "almost adults."

   After dinner we all gathered in the living room with the tree providing
the lighting.  Mom sat down at the piano and played as we all sang
Christmas Carols.  Mary Ellen kept stealing little glances at me and
smiling which caused me to forget the lyrics to several classic songs. 
When I stumbled, she would look away and try her best not to laugh.  The
evening passed quickly and mom announced that it was time "the little ones"
were in bed so Santa Claus could come.  We took her kidding in stride and
started up the stairs, both of us anxious to be together for even a brief
moment.

   When we stopped in the hallway in front of the guest room where Mary
Ellen was to sleep, we fell into each other's arms.  Our kiss quickly
became passionate and we were soon frantically groping each other's bodies.
As I pushed my hand up her skirt she spread her legs a little to give me
access.  I flew right past her silky thighs and was soon running my finger
along the nylon gusset of her panties, pressing them between her lips.  I
could feel the heat and moisture of her slit as she moaned in my ear.  When
I moved up to her little clit and circled my fingers around it, she went
limp and I had to use my other arm to hold her up.

   "Oh god, Dave.  That is so good!" she breathed in my ear.

   "I know, but we can't do this here in the hall," I whispered.  "Let's
get changed and into bed so mom can come up for her bed check, then I'll
sneak in and we can make out some more."

   I surprised myself with the self-control I was able to muster, since my
hard cock was trying to push through the front of my pants.  Reluctantly we
separated.

   "As soon as your mother checks on us." She said softly as she kissed my
cheek and turned toward her door.

   I watched her enter the room and turn on the light, then I closed the
door softly behind her.  I walked the few steps to my room and went in.  My
door was only a few feet from Mary Ellen's because the rooms were laid out
with the doors at the adjoining ends.  This mirror-image layout caused the
doors to be very close together.  I hoped that would be an advantage for me
later that night when I visited my cousin.

   I turned on the light and closed my door behind me.  I normally slept
with the door closed, as did my parents.  I wanted privacy because I
masturbated every night when I went to bed.  My parents kept their door
closed ever since I had walked in on them having sex when I was 8 years
old. I can still see my mother on her hands and knees, nude, in the middle
of their bed with my father pounding into her from behind.  The image of
mom's breasts hanging down and swaying as dad thrust his hard cock into her
pussy is still clear today, some 55 years after the fact.

   I quickly stripped out of my clothes and put on my pajamas.  In the
early 1960's I still wore pajamas.  It was only after I was married and
living in my own place that I started sleeping nude.  I pulled back the
bedcovers, turned out the light and slipped between the sheets.  My head
had barely hit the pillow when mom knocked on the door, waited a few
seconds until I said, "come in," and then opened it and stepped into the
room.

   "Good night, David," she said.  "I suspect we'll see you kids bright and
early tomorrow morning." She walked over, bent down and kissed me on the
forehead.  "Merry Christmas, dear." Mom then turned and walked out, pulling
the door closed behind her.

   I heard Mary Ellen's door close and then heard mom and Aunt Kate talking
as they walked down the hall.  I lay quietly waiting for enough time to
pass until I could be with my cousin once again.  I silently pondered the
things we might do.  I was determined to change her mind about having her
pussy licked, even if she didn't want to suck my cock.  I had heard stories
from older kids and seen a couple of dad's "dirty" magazines.  They
convinced me that I had to try going down on a girl and my cousin Mary
Ellen was the only girl I wanted.
   (to be continued)