The Christmas Santa Gave Me My Katie

Going back to Christmas Eve 1974, I was 23 just discharged from the Marine Corp headed home to surprise my Mom. I must have fallen asleep, ran off the road between two trees into a pasture. I regained awareness staring at the setting sun. It took a tow truck with a winch to dig me out of the mud. Went over the car, the fender scr**ed but nothing else was wrong. I shifted into gear and took off, two more hours to make it home. Come hell or high water I was getting home before midnight.

I drove up at 11:45, my Mom was already in bed. My little cousin Katie was watching TV, damn she had grown up, the titty fairy had done her right. She sat across from me, her leg pulled up under her, her jean skirt up high, her pink panties cupping her snatch, pubes outlining the side of her panties as they outlined her sweet lips. I went from zero to hard in no time flat. I hadn't had a woman in a long time. Katie had to be a woman that night, a little early for her, but damn she did her part.

My mother woke us up, she wasn't pleased. Christmas morning was cold in the house, words were few. I knew I'd screwed up, she was too young, she was my first cousin. But damn, a man needs a woman, and my cousin Katie was that woman that Christmas Eve. Eventually the matter passed, little Katie grew up, and what a woman she grew up to be. When I accepted a job overseas, I asked Katie to pack her bags and come with me. We married and went to live where marrying your cousin is considered fair game.

It's been a lifetime, 49 years. Santa Claus was waiting for me that Christmas Eve, he gave me Katie, and when the time was right she became my wife.