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 MARY ELLEN

   Part VI

   After waiting a reasonable time for the adults to go to bed, I quietly
opened my bedroom door and listened.  Not hearing anything, I walked slowly
down the hall to the head of the stairs.  I could see that the lights were
out downstairs and I heard nothing from my parents' end of the hall.  It
looked like they had all retired for the night.  Navigating by the small
nightlights in the hall, I made my way to Mary Ellen's door and stopped
outside.  I turned the knob as quietly as I could, eased the door open and
stepped through.  Closing the door behind me, I whispered,

   "Mary Ellen, it's me.  Are you still awake?"

   "Of course I am, silly." Was her reply, "How could I go to sleep when
I'm waiting for you?"

   That was all the encouragement I needed.  Illuminated by the soft glow
of the moon on the snow outside, she lay on her side, facing me with the
covers turned down in invitation.  I walked to the side of her bed and slid
in beside her.  She immediately rolled up against me and I took her in my
arms.  We kissed gently at first then harder and more urgently as we
pressed our bodies together.  I could feel her small breasts pushed against
my chest and her soft tummy against my hard cock.  My cousin was wearing a
nylon nightgown.  I wasted no time slipping both shoulder straps down her
arms, pulling the front of the flimsy gown down, exposing her breasts.  I
dropped my head to nurse at her left nipple which quickly lengthened and
grew hard in my mouth while my right hand caressed her side through the
slippery gown.  Sliding my left hand up her body, I grasped her right
breast and took the nipple between my first finger and thumb.  Mary Ellen
wrapped both arms around my head and pulled me in to her breasts.  Her
breath escaped in a long sigh which turned into a little moan at the end.

   Encouraged by my cousin's reaction to what I was doing, I decided to go
further.  Sliding my right hand down her hip and thigh, I found the bottom
of her gown and slid my hand under the hem and moved up her outer thigh. 
When I again came to her hip, I was now feeling her nylon panties.  I ran
my hand behind her and caressed her bottom, then moved forward and inserted
my exploring hand between her soft thighs.  As I moved up, I felt the nylon
gusset of her panties and pressed the side of my hand further into the hot
wetness I felt just behind the silky fabric.

   Mary Ellen moaned even louder now, bending her left leg and bringing her
foot up to further open the mystery between her thighs.  Encouraged, I
turned my hand and took her panty-covered sex into my palm and gently
pressed against her wetness.  She responded by arching her back and trying
to increase the contact as she rolled her pelvis forward, rubbing the top
of her slit into my fingers.  Her panties were completely soaked through
now and she was breathing hard, making small mewling sounds like a kitten
being stroked.

   She couldn't wait any longer.  Sitting up, my cousin reached down and
grasped the hem of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head.  She
then lay down on her back, her lovely little breasts bathed in the soft
moonlight.  I quickly stripped off my pajama top and bottoms and pulled the
covers down, exposing Mary Ellen's white panties.  She stretched her arms
over her head and arched her back as I climbed between her legs.  She
widened her thighs and I lay down on her, pressing my hard cock between her
panty-covered pussy lips.

   I supported my upper body on my elbows as I leaned down and kissed her
lips.  She put her arms around my neck and tried to pull me closer as I
began to slide my cock through her wet, nylon-covered, furrow.  Mary Ellen
began to moan in earnest now, locking her ankles together behind my thighs
and pulling me tighter against her.  My hard cock was throbbing and I
realized I was getting dangerously close to ejaculating.  I knew I had to
do something to delay my climax, so I broke free of my cousin's leg lock
and slid down her body until my face was against the front of her panties.
I pressed my lips against her soaking pussy and kissed her.  I felt her
tense-up for just a moment, then relax.

   "If you really want to lick me there, it's OK," she whispered, "But I
don't think I can suck on your thing."

   "That's OK with me, but I want to taste you." I answered quickly,
grasping the waistband of her panties and pulling them down below her
pussy.

   I knelt-up and she raised her legs over my head so I could pull them off
completely.  I pushed her knees apart as she brought her feet down.  There,
bathed in the moonlight, was the most erotic sight I had ever seen up to
that time (and maybe since).  My 12 year-old cousin had a small patch of
red hair at the bottom of her belly just above her slit.  Her pussy itself
was bald and smooth with the engorged lips pulling back to reveal the
tender pink inner lips.

   I didn't wait, but dove in face-first.  I pressed my lips against her
vertical lips and just held there for a moment while I inhaled that
intoxicating scent of an aroused young girl.  Then I used my tongue to push
between her lips while I spread them open with my thumbs.  I licked the
length of her from rosebud to clitoris several times while Mary Ellen
moaned in pleasure.  Regardless of her original expectations, she was
clearly enjoying the attention.  As I teased open her inner lips I was
greeted by a small release of her sweet female nectar.  I lapped it up
eagerly and pushed my tongue to the entrance of her vagina, where I came up
against her hymen.  Not wanting to cause her any pain, and not intending to
take her virginity, I backed off and instead sought the little bud of her
clitoris.

   As soon as I touched her sensitive little bump, Mary Ellen shivered and
let out a gasp.  Encouraged, I licked all around it, just barely making
contact.  I was rewarded by the appearance of the elusive little bit as it
emerged from its protective hood.  My cousin was now well on her way to her
first orally-induced orgasm.  Mary Ellen stiffened her back, pressed her
pussy up against my face seeking better contact, then let go with a series
of "Oh my gods," that might have awakened the parents if she hadn't had the
foresight to pull the pillow over her mouth.  As she relaxed, my cousin
gradually stopped panting and let go of her pillow.  Me however, she held
onto like a drowning woman holds a life preserver.

   "That was REALLY good," she said once she could speak, "I never felt
anything like that before.  I had known how good it was, I would have let
you do it before."

   I didn't say anything, just moved in and kissed her on the mouth before
she realized what I was doing.

   "Oh, is that what I taste like?" she asked, "It's not as bad as I
thought.  Almost as good as your stuff." She grinned at me.

   "Speaking of that," I said, "Do you want another taste?  I could squirt
it on your breasts again, like I did before and you can taste it again."

   Mary Ellen paused, then put her arms around my neck and pulled my face
to hers.  "How about I taste first hand, like you just did mine?"

   It took a second for me to realize what she meant, then it hit, "You
mean you'd actually suck me?" I said.

   She nodded shyly and said, "It felt so good when you did it to me.  If
it feels that good to you, then I really want to do it."

   "OK, if you're sure," I replied, "but if you change your mind, we can
stop anytime."

   "I won't change my mind," she said as pushed me down on my back, "Just
lie down and let me go at my own speed."

   With that my 12 year-old cousin, Mary Ellen, grabbed my stiff shaft and
quickly engulfed the head in her warm, wet mouth.  She knew enough to keep
her teeth out of the way and to use her tongue on the head.  She took more
and more of my 7 inch dick until it bottomed out at the back of her throat.
She used her hands on the lower part that wouldn't fit in her mouth and
played with my balls while she sucked and tongued the head.  It was my
first ever blow-job and I still think it was the best.  Of course there's
really no such thing as a bad blow-job.  Any time a woman takes my cock
into her mouth it's good.  It's just that some women are more skilled at
it, so some blow-jobs are better than good.  Mary Ellen had never done it
before but she was a natural.

   I warned my cousin just before I ejaculated and she swallowed, but a
little semen still escaped her mouth and ran down her chin and pooled
between her breasts.  When she had removed my flaccid dick from her mouth
she licked her lips, rubbed the come into her nipples and smiled at me.  I
don't think I could have loved any woman more than I loved Mary Ellen at
that moment.

   We cuddled naked under the covers until we started falling asleep.  I
forced myself to get up and sneak back to my room before I actually did
fall asleep.  That would have been quite a scene when my mom came to wake
me up and found the two of us in bed together naked and Mary Ellen smeared
with cum!

   When mom actually did come to wake me on Christmas Morning I was in my
own bed wearing my pajamas like a good boy.  I got up, put on my robe and
followed mom downstairs.  When I came to the bottom of the stairs I saw a
huge pile of presents under the tree and Mary Ellen and Uncle John sitting
on the floor playing with Mandy.  Dad had built a roaring fire and had
Christmas music on the HiFi.  He was just coming back from the kitchen with
mugs of coffee for himself and Uncle John.  Mom went back to the kitchen to
join Aunt Kate who was finishing up preparing breakfast.  I was sitting
next to Mary Ellen and playing with my baby sister when Mom called us to
the table.  After a feast of bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, and pancakes with
maple syrup, we opened our presents.

   I really don't remember much of what I got from mom and dad and Aunt
Kate and Uncle John that Christmas, but I still have Mary Ellen's gift. 
She gave me a beautiful ivory-handled pocket knife with a fine Sheffield
steel blade.  The handle had an engraving of a duck on a pond, so it
immediately became my "Duck Knife." I have carried that knife most of my
life since then and seeing it on my nightstand in the morning never fails
to bring back a delicious memory of that Christmas with Mary Ellen.

   I gave Mary Ellen a small gold puffed heart pendant on a gold chain that
I bought in Denver shortly after mom told me she'd be coming for Christmas.
I was a little short of cash even with my lawn cutting and snow shoveling
work, but mom understood that Mary Ellen was special to me and she
kicked-in the balance of what I needed to buy the pendant.  Another great
memory of my mother.  It was only after she died 10 years ago that I
understood what a friend had told me when his mother died, "Nobody will
ever love you the way your mother loved you."

   Anyway, the last time I saw Mary Ellen was in Chatham, New Jersey, where
she now lives, at the Christening of her latest grandchild and she was
wearing that heart pendant.  She told me she feels the same way about it as
I do about my duck knife.  Even though I've been married 41 years and Mary
Ellen has been married 38 years, we've never forgotten our childhood and
our teenage years and what we what we shared as we grew up.

   Although we enjoyed a few repeat performances of our nighttime
activities, we never went further than oral sex.  She finally gave her
virginity to a young man she met in college at an antiwar rally in 1970. 
She came to wish she had saved it for her husband whom she met only a year
later.

   I met a girl in high school who insisted on being a virgin when she was
married.  It was a long wait until we both finished college, but we gave
each other our respective virginities on our wedding night.  To this day I
have never cheated on my wife and Mary Ellen says the same about her
husband.  We are both in love with our spouses but we retain the sweet
memories of a childhood crush and our first love.

   After graduation, I was commissioned a Naval Officer and became an
aviator.  I flew combat missions in an F4 in Viet Nam and spent the next 30
years in the Navy, stationed all over the world, and serving plenty of time
at sea.  We raised three daughters who had to change schools too many
times. I retired in 2000 as a Captain and finally settled in Suburban
Baltimore where I joined a couple of other ex-navy and air force fliers,
forming an aviation consulting company doing business with government
contractors.  I was called back to active duty after the September 11, 2001
terrorist attacks but, too old for flight duty I ended up just down the
road at the Pentagon.  I resumed my civilian career again in late 2002.

   Mary Ellen followed her husband to Boston where he went to Harvard Law
School.  She earned a Master's in Art History and her MLS.  He joined a law
practice in New York and she became an art librarian at Columbia
University. They both commute from New Jersey.  They too have raised three
daughters.  The lack of male children most likely kept one of hers and one
of mine from repeating what Mary Ellen and I had done so many years before.

   Because of my Navy career and later business and family commitments,
Mary Ellen and I haven't seen each other more than a dozen times over the
years but when we do, we still sit and talk about "old times," and young
love.

   THE END