{Carna Roman} " Mary " ( MF bg inc rom preg )

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MOTTO: *Traieciamus ad Absurdum*, or: 
"...*her* motto was that anything worth doing at all is worth overdoing - and she did..." (Rufo, about his smuggling partner, in *Glory Road* by Robert A. Heinlein, Ch 9).

DISCLAIMER: You do *not* have to read this story.  Do not read this story if you are under 21, or whatever age it is that your local self-important politicians and bureaucrats tell you is old enough for you to be a grown-up as, of course, by definition they know much better than you how to live your own life; or if you are offended by explicit sexual content and incest; or you are a government employee whether local,  national, or international. If you're a snoop or a moralising nut go and bother someone else; because no-one *has* to read this story.

STYLE: To quote Clayton, "You might find this story to be a little long winded for your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'. Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second encounter or their next partner by the tenth." I agree with him, and so that's my style.

NOTE: This is a stand-alone part of the collection "Carna Romances"

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MARY ( MF bg inc rom preg )

by

Roman Carna


Mary.

Mary was the name of my wife and sister. 

Mary Susan Baker was my wife and Mary Jane Johnstone is my sister, who is nearly four years younger than I. I am Jamie Johnstone; James Hamilton Johnstone - the Jane and Hamilton are after my grandmother - and we hail from South Carolina. Or hailed, because my father, an oilman, ended up after four generations back in Scotland working near Aberdeen and we all, of course, went with him: 'all' actually being just Mary and me at the time. I didn't think I remembered my mother, and father wouldn't talk about her: I now know different.

I married Mary (Susan) in the June just after Highers. We were both 17, and she was seven months pregnant with our daughter, who she insisted on naming Mary as well. Although she did compromise enough to call her Jane Mary (Jane is her mother's name). There was a real stink when she realised I gotten her pregnant, but everybody calmed down when I said I'd marry her after Highers.

We both went to Aberdeen University that October, she to study Chemistry, and me - I must be the dumb one of the family - to study English. Everybody helped with the baby - my wife, her mother, her sister, girls at College, and Mary (Jane) especially - and so we managed to make it through the four years, graduating with Masters (that's what they do in Scottish universities) which is when the trouble started, I suppose.

By one of those flukes, I'd landed a job as a journalist working for the Glasgow Herald (as it was then called). And, through some contacts of my DOS ("Director of Studies" is what they call a guy's tutor in Scotland), I'd gotten as a result a syndicated column with some American magazines. But my wife decided that she needed to do postgraduate work, and had secured a place at Imperial College in London to do a PhD in something chemical to do with oil. 

Mary, my sister, was quite willing to be a surrogate mother and is one of those women who can do umpteen things at the same time and not screw up any of them. She'd just completed her first year at the University studying Law. She also had a daughter of her own to bring up, who was about a year older than (Jane) Mary and very close to her: she said it would be like having twins. There were several awful scenes, and the upshot was that my wife walked out on me to pursue her career leaving me and Mary with the baby. 

We rather lost touch after that, and she's never shown any inclination to look us up not even to find out about her daughter. I suppose she wasn't really cut out for motherhood, and didn't want the baby in the first place. It was her mother, apparently, who stopped her having an abortion. Anyway, I hear she's living in the Bay area these days, shacked up with an Australian musician woman. 

Mary-Jane (we call her Jane for short, and to avoid confusions) - my sister's daughter - had been conceived like this (well, of course, she'd been conceived in the normal way, but this vignette is how it came about).

In the years before we came to Scotland we lived just outside St Paul on Lake Marion. It was just the three of us, although Grandma would turn up a couple three times a week from further up the lake where she lived with her "second family" as she called them - our two aunts, who were actually younger than Mary. I didn't understand her family then. While Pop was out working during the day, we'd swim in the lake or just generally horse around. Grandma encouraged us, and we five'd often go skinny-dipping: she had a great body. She must have been in her mid-forties, then. The year I turned eleven, it was a hotter summer than usual and we all slept naked. There were some thunder storms as well, and I suppose it was during one of these; anyway Mary came to my bed and slept with me. Grandma never said anything, and neither did Pop, but we carried on sharing a bed until the move to Scotland disrupted everything.

It was Grandma who encouraged us to fuck. We'd been sleeping together for a short while - I don't know how long, a week? two weeks?  I'd naturally been getting hardons, and Mary had naturally been curious about them (they'd been poking into various parts of her body after all). She'd played with my prick quite a bit, getting me to cum each time after the first few when she figured out what was what. She naturally asked Grandma the next time she turned up and we all went skinny-dipping. Grandma explained to the four of us about sex and fucking; I think our two aunts were too young to understand much, because they wandered off for a couple of yards and carried on with an earlier game they'd been playing with dollies. Grandma examined Mary closely and announced that she was certainly tall enough and big enough, and that if we were careful and I was extra gentle with her, I should try and fuck her. She guided us through every stage of it there and then, and the first time I entered my sister and came in her was on the grass beside the lake. Thereafter we fucked a lot, especially at night.

About three years later, Grandma suggested that we use rubbers and that she would provide us with a constant supply. She explained that Mary would soon start ovulating and we didn't want her to get pregnant by surprise. Grandma herself had produced another aunt two years before, and I remember wondering whether that had been by surprise. Some time after this, the night after her eleventh birthday party, Mary insisted quite suddenly for reasons of her own that I stop using rubbers and fuck her unprotected which is how, several months later, on the day of our flight to Scotland she turned out to be 43 days' pregnant. Jane was born in Aberdeen when Mary was nearly 12 and a quarter and I was just short of my sixteenth birthday. It was about six months after that that I got Mary (my ex-wife) pregnant. That was an accident. I had been meticulous about using rubbers, but there is a failure rate and I suppose we rated. Anyway, Mary my daughter was the result, and I'm not sorry.

So Mary my wife had gone, and we were enjoying the summer vacation before Mary my sister went back to college for her second year, when I was handed a bizarre assignment by one of the American magazines. They wanted me to do a feature - "copy and pix" - of a holiday complex in the Rijeka Peninsula of Croatia where it was rumored some American socialites were hanging out. The snag was that it was a nudist resort. Well that didn't seem to be a problem, until on doing some research (I'd foolishly accepted the assignment without thinking - it paid very well, by the way) it turned out that it was a "families only" place: there was no way they would accept a single man.

Mary my sister was amused by the assignment and my dilemma. But she very enthusiastically suggested how to remedy it: we four would go as a family - the two little girls, me, and my sister; only we would be husband and wife and two daughters. Well, they were my two daughters, and Mary and I had been lovers. I think that up to this point she hadn't moved back into bed with me since Mary left because she was just too busy with end-of-year exams to think about it. Anyway, that night, having agreed on the remedy and made the booking by fax she joined me in bed. And we fucked. And she refused to use contraceptives.

The nudist resort was an eye-opener. I think that just about every family there which had children who were old enough was engaged in incest quite openly and in many cases quite publicly. For example, there was a family of father, two teenage daughters of about sixteen and thirteen and a son of eleven, and mother in a cabin opposite ours. The mother and her son would go walking into the woods together. One day Mary and I followed them while the girls napped. They didn't go very far, and we came across them in a clearing with the boy fucking his mother "doggy fashion". The father and daughters would usually fuck on the veranda of the cabin in front of us. We struck up a friendship with them which has endured.

We were there for three weeks. I filed my story; the magazine liked it and published it, and I was in the "good books" of the Editor. When we got back to Aberdeen we had two surprises. Pop, after seven years or so in Scotland, was going back to the States as President of the company he'd been working for, and Mary was pregnant again. Pop was happy for us to live together in the house while Mary finished her studies at the university; and there was plenty of room for her and me, the two little girls and our new baby.

So, as I said, Mary is the name of my wife and sister.

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*End Note* 
1. Carn - a Roman deity who presided over the physical well-being of Humankind. It is usually considered to be a female deity called Carna (with a conjectural male correspondence, Carnus), except by Ovid who confounds it with the nymph Cardea. The festival was celebrated on June 1st, and was believed to have been instituted by Lucius Junius Brutus in 509 BC, the first year of the Republic. The word comes from an Indo-European root, *ker-*, meaning 'to create'. The deity may be a Cisalpine Celtic one linked to the Gaulish and British antlered divinity 'Cernunnos', and his derivatives the Teutonic 'Hern the Hunter' and the legendary 'Green Man'. 

2. *Biog* - Roman Carna, the first three words of the above end note transposed, is a pseudonym. The writer was born in Ottawa of one American (father) and one Canadian parent (mother). Carna was educated in England (mostly), because, as the writer's father said, "frankly a good English boarding school is much cheaper than an American one"; and, anyway, they were living there at the time. And then university in the US. Carna is based nowadays in London, Ontario. Carna travels quite a lot, and writes stories on airplanes and in airport lounges to relax and relieve the boredom.
