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- Dee -
Her name was Darlene, but I called her Dee. For our whole life she was Dee to me, except for the time she was married to that guy whose last name was Davis, then she was Dee Dee, until the divorce when she took her maiden name back. Dee was my cousin. First cousin. We were close. Very close. Dee was six months older than me. We did everything together when we were young. We lived in the same apartment building. Dee's father and my mother were brother and sister. Our two families lived close to each other most of our lives. Well, except that five year stretch that my uncle took a job in Boston. Those were my loneliest years.
Eventually the job in Boston ended and they came back. By that time my parents had bought a house. My uncle bought a house not too far from us. It wasn't close enough to walk to or ride my bike to, but it was close enough to go over there every Friday night. My uncle and dad would watch the Friday Night Fights. My mom and aunt would sit in the kitchen and talk. Dee and I would be on the back porch during the summer months or in her bedroom, door open of course, during the winter.
It was our sixteenth summer, well my sixteenth summer, Dee was seventeen by then, so even though it was her sixteenth summer, she called it her seventeenth. I let it slide. I was just happy to be with her for the week we would be in Michigan. We were visiting a great aunt on Pau-Pau Lake. She lived on a canal off the main lake. The first night there was a little uncomfortable as another relative of my mom and brothers aunt was still there. He should have left the prior weekend, but his parents had pawned him off on Mildred and she was trying to be accommodating.
My uncle was pissed. He made a phone call that night and four hours later the guy was gone. Turns out he wasn't really a relative at all. So Dee and I had a bedroom to sleep in. I volunteered to sleep on the floor. Dee giggled. My uncle made sure the door was open and the light in hall was on before everyone went to bed. Dee and I were very tired and went to sleep quickly that first night. The whole week we spent out on the dock fishing or hiking in the woods across the road from Mildred's house.
On one of those trips I finally got to kiss a girl. Dee wanted to practice and thought I would make a good practice dummy as she put it. I welcomed it. We just kissed, for about two hours. Just our lips pressed to each others. Dee was in command. She told me what to do, I did it. After that day, we went into the woods for a couple of hours every day and practiced kissing. On our last day, I got bold and slipped my tongue past her teeth. Her breath rushed from her lungs as I pushed my tongue in farther. She pushed me back.
"No. Not yet. Let's go," she commanded.
I nodded and we went back to the house. We never kissed, except the little simple kisses when we said good-bye with our parents watching, again. I missed kissing her.
Then we both graduated high school. Dee went off to college and I went to work, in a factor, building tractors. Big, yellow tractors. The kind with the tracks on them. For the next six years, Dee and I hardly saw each other. I did meet a girl and we were married. I loved her dearly and she me. It was a time of recession. Jobs were scarce. I joined the Air Force. Dee and her husband came out to visit once. Then she divorced her first husband. Over the years she would be married five times. She had a habit of picking bad boys. The first three that treated her badly, her farther beat the crap out of. The next one, I did the honors. The last guy...well he was a winner. He treated her right and wasn't poor like the others.
I eventually got out of the service and moved back home. Not Home, but home. We got an apartment close to Dee. She came over a lot after work. She was good company to my wife as my job had me working long hours during the week. Dee was a psychologist and worked eight hours a day during the week. At the time she had no one in her life. Dee and my wife became very close.
Then my wife became very ill. She hung on as long as she could. I was devastated when she passed. Dee took care of everything for me. My wife was only thirty when she died. A year older than me. I took a leave of absence from work and just sat staring at the TV all day and night. I barely slept and I only ate when Dee came over and force fed me. Whenever she tried to talk to me about my life, I just broke down and cried. About a month after...Dee came over and forced me to shower. She yelled how she hated the stench that I had become and lived in. The next day a cleaning crew showed up with her and cleaned my house. I sat in a hard wooden chair while new furniture was brought in.
Then a stinging blow right across my cheek brought me into focus. I looked up at Dee. She was standing over me, her hand ready to deliver a second blow. I blinked up at her watching as her hand started down and hit me again. I just stared up at her, tears welling up in my eyes. Another slap stung my cheek. Dee winced when she hit me the fourth time. Then there was a fifth and a sixth. After the seventh I finally spoke up.
"You can stop now. Please?" I said just staring up at her.
I was on my back on the living room floor. Dee was straddling my hips.
"Will you talk to me?" she yelled.
"I love you," I told her. "And thank you for taking care of everything. The funeral was lovely. I think she would have approved."
Dee started crying and collapsed down onto my chest. My arms came up automatically and wrapped around her soft, sobbing body. She sighed as I gently squeezed her.
"Oh god, I'm so glad to have you back...I thought I had lost you?" she sobbed into my neck.
"I was here. I saw you, yet found I couldn't speak or even acknowledge you. I'm sorry."
"I know. I love you too," she whispered almost sounding frightened.
Then her lips touched my neck so softly I thought it was my imagination. Then they pressed a little harder. I squeezed her gently. Dee pulled her head back to look down into my eyes. Hers were full of fire. A fire I had never seen before. Then her lips were pressed against mine. Her breathing was fast and ragged as she kissed me with such passion, I almost thought she might explode.
I kissed her back. I let my tongue slide gently forward, ready to pull it back. Her mouth opened and I pressed forward. Our tongues danced and swirled together. She seemed to be in a hurry. Dee was tugging at my belt with an urgency I had never felt from a woman. Smiling while I kissed her, I started to unbutton her blouse. She pulled her mouth from mine, sat up and pulled at my pants.
