My Niece Mary Jane part 1

Mary Jane was 19 going on twenty , she was a wholesome looking young lady, with a figure some would no likely die for if I could use that term. I had first met her when she was three years old, a little curious tyke. Her family had moved in across the street from us and we had become friendly neighbours even though there was a language of origin difference. At 16 I was a young lad, willing to help any one in the neighbour hood, no matter what job they asked me to do, often I found myself across the street helping may Jane’s father with yard work. I guess Mary Jane became accustomed to my help hand, as she began to asking me to fix things for her, a tricycle tire, a wagon wheel, a broken doll’s head, all silly little things which I never minded doing for her.

There were several occasions I was asked to baby sit Mary Jane and her brother which I always handled with the utmost of professionalism, I was not into little girls, I had my hands full with the teen girls that I went out with. This relation carried on for several years, until one day her mother had a heart attack or something similar and her aunt came to live with them to help out. One day out of the blue Mary Jane came over to our house to invite me back to hers for a picnic where she officially introduced me to her Aunt as her boyfriend. Now there were many years difference in our ages, mine was much closer to her Aunt’s age than it was to Mary Jane’s , however we played along with Mary Jane’s understanding of things. I had no intention of going out with a 7 year old that was for sure, but the event itself played apart in my life in the long run.

Mary Jane’s aunt and I became romantically involved and eventually married, and that is how Mary Jane became my niece. As growing children she and her brother spent a lot of time with us, providing the necessary breaks to her mother who , while having recovered from her heart attack had remained frail and sickly for many years. My new wife and I fretted over the two, as we had not yet had any children of our own and doted more or less on Mary Jane and her brother . Of course things never remain stagnant , we eventually had a child , had moved to another city, only to find us returning to our origins
about the time Mary Jane became a young woman.

The story me being Mary Jane’s boyfriend became an antidote that was told during family reunions, when I or my wife were asked how we met. Mary Jane on the other hand had developed into this young woman that caused me at time to wonder why I had not remained her boyfriend and wishing I was much much younger to be able to fully appreciate the now much in evidence womanly qualities of this young lady.
Mary Jane , had moved on and from the information that filtered through the family line had been involved with several boys, some nice, some not so nice, and had ended up with this last one who appeared to be a large teddy bear of a thing. A bit lazy, and slow in style he appeared to be a comforting soulmate for our young niece and it looked as though this was to be the one she brought into the family on a permanent basis.

It was Saturday , not quite early morning, perhaps even a bit after twelve , that the door bell rang. Upon opening the door I was greeted with the sight of this beautiful young creature, dressed in summer clothes . I am sure I looked Mary Jane in the eyes when I said Hello, but I am also certain that my eyes took in her lovely shaped mounds as they lay spread on her chest. Mary Jane was wearing a tight tank top, thin enough that the out line of her bra was prominent, as were the little protrusions that represented her nipples.

She promptly placed two kisses on my cheeks as was her habit, one on each side of my face, a greeting that most of the females on my wife’s side of the family presented to all the males they met , this was one habit that while I had not really gotten into, I always welcomed. Mary Jane’s greeting were always most welcome. I allowed her to pass through the door stop and let my eyes follow her vibrating ass , which was covered but a very short pair of cut offs as she walked into the kitchen to greet her aunt. Sighing ever so slightly to myself , thinking of all those young lads who might have been afforded the opportunity to handle those assets ( no pun intended), I excused myself and descending into the basement to operate my model trains.

Several hours later I came up for coffee, opening the basement door to a scene that took my breath away, and almost caused me to slip on the last step. Mary Jane was lying face down on our large kitchen counter top, most of her body covered with a big fluffy towel, but it was obvious that my wife was massaging Mary Jane’s bare shoulders. Now as goody good Uncle, I could not just stand there and stare, so I went about my business of making a coffee , not making to many comments in case I let my thoughts come out in words that would not be appreciated.

I stretched the coffee making as long as I could, hoping my wife would not chide me and tell me to move along. I surveyed the room, finding the little pile of Mary Jane’s clothing neatly placed on a chair, I sought to take inventory, trying desperately to see if I could see underpants. Mary Jane’s bra was in clear evidence, so I knew she was almost bare under that towel, but I was curiously concerned trying to figure out if she was entirely naked, laid out flat on our kitchen counter top.

Before I could establish this fact, my wife suggested that I continue back down to operate my trains, leaving them to continue their work in privacy. Being the devious person that I am, when I moved back to the first landing, I did not pull the door completely closed, again hoping that my wife would not notice. Lady luck was with me that day, well for a few minutes at least as I turned back to see what I could through the crack, I was able to see right up Mary Jane’s long legs. However before I could determine just exactly what I could see, the door was clicked closed, no doubt by my wife, not however before the blood rushed to my manhood along it to spring halfway to life as my mind wandered.

Grudgingly I returned to operating my trains, my mind wandering trying to imagine just what scene was being played out up in our kitchen. How long it was I have no idea but suddenly I heard my wife calling my name, she was asking me questions but for the life of me I had no inkling of what she was saying. Finally I shook the thoughts from my head and moved part way up the basement stairs to ask just what she wanted.

My wife had been looking for my shaving supplies, and could not find them, she wanted me to come up and get them for her. Arriving back up in the kitchen I looked to see Mary Jane still covered in that fluffy towel, but now she was laying out on her back, and I still remember that at that moment I had wished for X-ray vision. My wife explained that Mary Jane was thinking of going south for a few weeks and they were going to fix her bikini line, just what I needed to know, immediately I felt my cock vibrate. I moved quickly up to the master bathroom hoping that my condition had not been noticed, and pickup the supplies my wife required.

I tried hard to keep my mind focused on trains, as I came back into the kitchen , my eyes falling directly on Mary Jane’s pile of clothing, her pretty pink panties sitting spread out right on the top of the pile causing me to choke. Honestly I was sure I heard my wife chuckle and I appeared to have been caught red handed so as to speak. My wife took her time taking the things from me, asking if the blades were new, should she heat the shaving foam, how long should she leave it sit, and if it was alright to run it on sensitive skin. I felt myself redden as she continued to tell me that she thought using her neat on Mary Jane’s private parts might be to dangerous as that product was formulated to melt the hairs from the body. Fortunately I had thought to place my hands in front of my slacks keeping my cock for springing straight up like a rigid tent pole.

This time it was I who sought to leave the girls some privacy, well better stated I wanted to take me and my hardening cock out of their sight so that I would not embarrass myself.
I slipped through the door and down on the landing forgetting to pull the door behind me in my haste . Once I was out of sight however, I had the good mind to turn back to look into the kitchen, just in time to see my wife slip the towel from Mary Jane’s body, exposing her glorious nakedness to my eyes. Suddenly the door was pushed closed, to sounds of girlish giggling, leaving just the vanished image of Mary Jane’s firm young breasts heaving as she breathed before my eyes.

Forced down into my dungeon, I stopped the trains running, and tried hard to dissimilate any sound that I could from the kitchen, imaging any and all scenarios that might be occurring , letting myself exercise that right we men have. With my bare cock in hand I stoked myself to orgasm, shooting my hot cum all over the floor, disregardful of where I was and who if anyone might be watching.

How long you ask was I playing with self satisfaction, I cannot tell you, but I did not miss the fact that the upstairs door was opened gently and that my wife called softly down to ask me to come up. I cleaned myself quickly, sipping up as I moved up into the kitchen, only to realize that Mary Jane was still laid out on the counter top, her body covered quite properly by that fluffy white towel. As I stood in the door way, my wife grabbed at me, placing me in a warm sensual hug, reaching between us to rub at my now softening cock. Surprising me with her actions, she told me that she believed that I had been teased enough that day and thought that I might like to help her out. I was certainly not thinking straight, I was unable to figure out just what she was taking about. To add further confusion to things I noticed that Mary Jane appeared to be wearing some kind of mask or blindfold over her eyes.

My wife continued to rub my man hood, causing it to respond, and her to begin making little comments regarding my reaction and perhaps my willingness to help. Wanting to know with a bit more precision what the hell she was going on about I asked straight what she was inferring, what did she want , what did she expect of me and all this is a frustrated perhaps loud voice. Quickly me wife told me to be quiet, she had just gotten Mary Jane to doze off and did not want her waking before she had completed what had been planed. In a firm voice my wife explained that Mary Jane had become very frustrated with he newest beau, while he was polite and pleasant, he was a bit of a bore in bed and she was having trouble satisfying her needs. Mary Jane had decided that she needed a holiday away from her big guy, hoping that perhaps a planned trip with a bunch of her girl friends to the south islands would help clear her mind.

My wife went on to explain that she had just expected to dye Mary Jane’s hair, and perhaps do a bit of remodelling down below so that she would look real good in some of her new bikini outfits. However when Mary Jane began talking , she spilled the whole contents of the sorrowful situation she found herself in and my wife decided to change the planned program of the day. She went on to explain to me that back when, before we met she had been involved in several events , incidents, or experiments she eventually called them, that had been girl only situations and that had provided her with some wicked satisfying moments.

She had asked Mary Jane if she would be willing to give herself into her aunt’s competent hands so that a way could be found to eliminate some of the frustrations that had been built up over the passed period of time. She had required Mary Jane to accept any and all directions that she was given. My wife explained that she had tested Mary Jane’s willingness, by having her accept to tease me, letting my wife expose bits and pieces of her naked body to my view, trying not to make it too obvious as to what they were doing. Once she had Mary Jane pumped and primed she pushed forward, requesting Mary Jane to agreed unconditionally to any act, subversive, degrading or other that my wife requested she do.