And Along Comes Mary
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Disclaimer ... this is a fictional account of consensual sex between teenage boys and teenage girls. If you have found this story and this kind of thing offends you, then please learn how to use Google properly.

I was thirteen when Dad got his new job. From March to July, all I heard was how it was a great opportunity and how this could be a new start for the whole family. Big deal. I didn’t want a new start. I was happy here. Len, my sixteen year-old brother, was happy. Chelsea, my twelve year-old sister, was also happy, but as you know, once the adults decide, we get dragged along.

Some major multinational was opening up a new office, or as they called it, a ‘Rural Campus’. Translated into non-twat speak, this meant that they built a huge, shiny, glass building in the middle of nowhere (Dorset), because land was cheap. 

We moved into our new house a week after the summer holidays began.  Instead of having six weeks playing with mates in the city, hitting the pictures, lurking around the shops, I was stuck in this god forsaken small town. Dad was busy with work; mum was trying to work out how best to decorate our new five bedroom house, which left us kids with nothing to do during the day. British Telecom and NTL had screwed up our order, so we didn’t have telephone or Internet and our ‘progressive’ parents won’t let us watch more than an hour of television a day. We quickly discovered that the only thing that you could get in town was dirty looks from the locals, so in order to escape our captivity; we started wandering around the countryside.

Summer holidays dragged on so long that I was eager to start school. I should have known better, shouldn’t I? There was obviously a lot of ill-feeling about InfiDim Corp’s opening within the local community, and the kids saw us as the envoys of evil. Added to that, it looked like the kids were from generally large families that had not moved out the area for generations. It seemed like most of the student body were cousins or siblings, and I guess, both at the same time. At least we were not alone in being new.

“Okay class, we have three new pupils joining us this year.” My new form teacher was called Mrs. Cross, a large woman with an air of somebody who didn’t want to be there. She pointed at me first. “This is Harry Borland, Gene Brooks and this is Mary Roché. I am sure you will make them welcome.”

If she was sure, then boy, did she not know her pupils. It was clear that we were not welcome. Gene’s dad and both Mary’s parents worked at InfiDim and so we all shared in the class boycott. Like me, Gene had come from London, though he was from South of The River, so not really proper London, if you know what I mean! Mary was from France, an affliction that furthered our classmates’ dislike of her.
She was a cool customer though, more than once some of the younger boys had tried to pull her skirt up and show off her knickers. They didn’t get the reaction they were hoping for, that is for sure. I bet they were hoping for tears, instead they got mild contempt. The first time she was standing there, 5ft 6, heart shaped face, framed by short black hair, staring down at the boy and asked him simply if he thought that her panties were too large, and if he had given her warning, she would have worn a thong. The second boy to try it, obviously not forewarned, when he found that she didn’t run away or attack him, was frozen, at a loss for what to do. She inquired off him loudly if he wanted a similar pair for himself and gave him the web address that he could get him. Suffice to say, they didn’t mess with her a third time. 
To give them their due, they decided that giving us the cold shoulder was a better tactic than anything more violent. This just meant that the three of us pretty much bonded straight away.  We just spent all our time sitting at the back of the class and making jokes about inbreeding.
Perhaps it was our shared circumstances, but pretty soon these two were more important to me than my best friends back home.  Len was doing okay at Sixth-Form College, but he was spending more time on his studies than making friends. Chelsea was having a bad time of it, she didn’t have any classmates with parents at the company and the bitchy girls refused to accept her presence. She spent most of her breaks either in the library or hanging around with us. 
It was October half term when Dad announced we were going skiing in the French Alps over Christmas. Now, I’m not fond of the sport, but it was a week away from this town. Then he dropped a semi-bomb shell, he’d arranged with Gene and Mary’s parents for my friends to come too. Chelsea was about to launch into a rant about how unfair it was that her friends couldn’t go too, when she realised that Gene and Mary were probably her two best friends here too. Len, as usual, just took it in and said nothing.
The autumn term dragged on, not helped by the fucking shitty weather. I swear it rained every day from mid November to the end of term. 
A bus, train, underground, train, plane and hire-car later and we arrived at La Plagne, a set of resort villages half way up a mountain. Apartment blocks were dotted around the slopes with cable cars linking the villages and ski lifts heading off into the snow covered distance.  We pulled into an underground parking bay and lugged our luggage (I wonder if that is how it got its name) into a lift. Our apartment was on the top floor. 
The lounge and kitchen were open plan and simply massive. Full length door-windows opened onto a balcony that looked out over the valley. Mum and Dad got the biggest bedroom and Len got the room next door to it. The other two bed rooms led off the other side of the lounge. Gene and I had bunks while Mary and Chelsea were to share a double bed.  Our two rooms shared an on-suite. 
I managed to survive the whole of Monday morning before I ended up as a human snowball half way down the piste. Luckily, nothing aside from a binding was broken, but I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and retreated back to the apartment. Len had claimed that he was going to spend the day studying, but I soon found out that he had other ideas. I went to use my bathroom and found him on a stool balancing a large bucket of water over the girl’s door to the en-suite.  I decided it would be safer for me to use the main toilet, so limped off to relieve myself and spent the rest of the afternoon watching Friends and Star Trek dubbed into French.
It was nearly five when the family trooped in, exhausted. Chelsea and Mary went straight off into their room claiming they needed showers, leading Len and I to swap conspiratorial glances. We had only a minute to wait before the crash and the shout of “Fucking Cock-Sucking Bastard” that revealed that it was our beloved sister who was the victim of the oldest trick in the book. 
Within seconds a drenched Chelsea came storming out of her room wrapped only in a pale blue towel. To my surprise she ignored Len totally and came heading straight at me, eyes burning fire and mouth inventing swears by the dozen. I tried to protest my innocence while my parents and Gene looked on bemused and Mary stood against the doorframe of their room with an amused look on her face.
Chelsea went to grab a throwable text-book of Len’s that was placed on the edge of the table. As she reached out her arm, Len, quick as a flash, leapt from his seat, grabbed her towel and sprinted off into his room, locking it as he went.
It took my sister a few seconds to process what had just happened. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help taking in the view. She is only about 5ft 2, but she’s just starting into womanhood. Never one to miss a snack, Chelsea isn’t in any way fat, but had already got a nice set of curves. Around her pussy there were just a few hairs. Her soaked straight black hair came over her shoulders and onto her chest, the ends sticking together as if pointing to what must have been at least pushing on B-cups.
Her arms came across her chest and crotch, hiding them from view as she wailed in embarrassment and turned to run back to her room, giving us a view of her round bum which wiggled as she ran. 
I shook my head; I had not just been checking my sister out. Luckily, I think Gene had been looking at her too, so didn’t see me, and I think my parents were not paying too much attention to me either. 
To punish Len, my parents took us all out for dinner and left him behind. Secretly, I think they were just trying to keep him and Chelsea as far apart as possible. Mary took it upon herself to persuade my parents to let us have some wine to accompany the pizzas, and was pleased with herself when she succeeded. I didn’t want to tell her that my parents had introduced us to wine when we started high school. It was part of their openness policy thing. If we had an open an honest discussion about drink and were taught the dangers, and how to drink responsibly from a reasonable age, then we wouldn’t go hanging around with gangs outside off-licences trying to get strangers to buy us strong cider. Of course, now we had moved to the middle of nowhere, no gang would have us anyway! Still, the six off us had finished off two bottles of wine before we left. 
I was sitting on the top bunk when Gene passed up a copy of ‘L’exclusive’. It was one of a pile of French top-shelf magazines that Gene had managed to acquire to augment the wank-mag stash that he’d brought. I was busy with the adventures of ‘la Belle Beatrix’ when he cleared his throat.
“Dude, your sister is hot”
“Urggg?”
“I said your sister is hot, don’t you think?”
“Eurrr?”
“Would you?”
“Dude, this is my sister.” I really didn’t want this conversation; I was horny enough to admit I may.
“I would.”
“Fine, you have her, I’ll have Mary.”
“But if she wasn’t your sister?”
“I dunno, maybe, but I’d be thinking of Mary.”
“Like you’ve got a chance!”
“What’s that meant to mean?”
“Well, she knows two guys here who’ll talk to her, if she was going to anything, it would have happened.”
“Yeah, you’d think we could have got a shag out of her by now. Think about it, we’re fourteen now, if we’d staying in London, I bet we’d have got laid by now.”
“True.”
And without further interruption, I managed to jerk off and then fell asleep.
The next day Gene, Len and the parents went off to the slopes, leaving Chelsea and Mary on ‘look after the cripple’ duty. We spent a couple of hours teaching Mary all the English swear words and insults we knew and getting a veritable dictionary of French profanity in return. 
We cooked some steak for lunch then Mary and I headed down to the shops. I picked up a few postcards of the mountains backed by spectacular sunsets and one of a marmot. Mary said she wanted to pick up a few ‘woman things’ so I took the hint and headed back to the apartment.
There was no sign of Chelsea in the lounge, so I went to my room to write postcards to a couple of mates in London. I’d just settled down when I hear an odd moaning coming from the bathroom. I poked my head around the door and found it empty, but the other door was open. Having never had a cat, I didn’t know what effect curiosity has, so I poked my head around the door into Mary and Chelsea’s room. And my jaw fell open. 
My little sister was lying naked on the double bed, her left had clutching her right breast and her other hand was pumping a bright pink dildo in and out of her snatch. Eyes closed in ecstasy, she was in a world of her own, and she looked divine.
I couldn’t help it, hidden in the bathroom; I dropped my trousers and started to beat off while watching my sister masturbate. 
“She’s pretty, no?”
I wheeled around in shock to see Mary standing, impassive, in the door from my room to the bathroom.  I stood there staring at her, my cock still in hand, trying to conjure an explanation that I could tell her. She walked forward and grabbed my dick.
“Now, come inside and shag ‘er. And then you can ‘ave me.”
“Werrrr?” I think I was aiming for a question, but my voice box and brain had stopped communicating with each other.
“Come in ‘ere and fuck your sister. You want to, she wants to, I want to watch. So go.”
Quietly, she dragged me (not that I was resisting) into the bedroom and up to my sister. She let go and sank back in silence to her bed, watching intensely. I leant over and placed one hand on my sister’s hand, the one that was on the dildo. Matching her motions, I started to help her fuck herself. After a few thrusts, she hazily opened her eyes and I stared into them as they struggled to focus on her older brother. A small smile broke across her thin lips and she slipped her hand out from under mine, allowing me to command the substitute penis.
“It is you!” Chelsea muttered between pants.
I drew my head closer to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. This, obviously, was in her plan as her hand wrapped itself around my neck and pulled me in. She opened her mouth and I mirrored her, my tongue meeting hers as a once hidden sibling lust was let free. Although in all the porn I’d seen and watched, there was always foreplay, but now, at this moment, it wasn’t going to happen. My cock was stiff and pointing at its target. I climbed onto her bed and dispensed with the dildo, now I wanted a turn. My sister grabbed at my shaft, aiming me and it at her cunt, with no ceremonies or choirs of angels, I lost my virginity and took my sister’s. Deep in the back of my mind, all those hidden, dark thoughts about her that I had had in moments of teenage sexual frustration resurfaced and told me what to do. I had to pound the living fuck out of her. A thousand hormones poured through my body making me drill my cock into her pussy with a instinctive raw passion that was not going to be stopped by lingering doubts. 
For the first time, I could feel the warm wet goodness of a girl’s pussy around me. I could feel the muscles inside her tighten on my dick, begging me to cum inside her. I knew that time would be soon, as I pumped in and out our gasps and groans became one. Every time I bottomed out inside my little sister, her back arched slightly in ecstasy. As she drove me onwards I came. That familiar feeling was so much greater this time, and I spread my seed into my girl. Collapsing on her chest, I found myself sucking on her nipples, trying to get another taste of this little beauty. Exhausted, we must have drifted off, as the next thing I remembered was Mary shaking us awake.
Half asleep I looked at her and asked the French girl one of the dumbest questions ever. “Is it our turn now?”
“Not now, no.” She registered my disappointment. “I t’ink you are spent for today.  And your parents will be back soon. Tomorrow, I promise. If you ‘elp get Gene back ‘ere and play a petite game with us, they you can ‘ave me as many times as you want”
Amidst the fluttering of eyelashes and the most sex euphoria, I agreed. We tidied up and were showered and fresh by the time the others arrived back from the pisté.
The next day, it was decided that I was still too fragile for the slopes. There wasn’t anything wrong aside from a slight bruise, but I figured that Mary’s plan, whatever it was, would be easier to execute from in the village. Also, throwing myself down a mountain on two bits of fence had sort of lost its lustre. Gene and the girls stayed away from the slopes too. 
After a while we ventured outside, ending up at a dry toboggan run. These were little more than wheeled trays that ran down a concrete bobsleigh run. Chelsea was eager to go, I was less so. She dragged Gene off into the queue and they end managed to get a two person tray. Moments after my sister sat down between my mate’s legs, the attendant pushed them off down the hill. Given the choice between riding a tea-tray down the hill to mean them, or walking on my sore foot, I had to concede that the tray would be easier, so me and Mary joined the queue. 
I sat in first and she sat down in front of me. I was a bit nervous at first about where to put my hands, but she grabbed them and placed them firmly around her waist. Seconds later we were underway and bombing down the hill. Mary had a leaver that seemed to control the brakes, but she didn’t use it, instead we flew down the track, screaming as we rose up the banked curves. As we reached the bottom, she turned around and kissed me, quickly, on the lips. Hoping off before the next tray came down, we quickly found Chelsea and Gene, they were sucking face just beyond the exit.
“Parfait,” gloated Mary, “we ‘ave them together. We go back to the apartment now and play our game.”
On the way back, Gene and Chelsea were hand in hand. I gingerly made an approach to Mary to go the same and she accepted. Two couples walked home.
Back in the apartment, we ended up in the girl’s bedroom. Me and Gene were sitting on one side of the bed, the girls on the other. As always, Mary took charge. My Mary took charge.
“’Arry, Gene, it is play time. ‘Arry, I know you want to ‘ave me. And Gene, you want to fuck Chelsea. We want that too, but it is not so simple. I t’ink that somebody said the best t’ings are earned, did they not? Well, you ‘ave to earn us. You ‘ave to play our game.”
“What’s the game?” Gene asked.
“It is a fun game, do not worry. To put it simply, me and Chelsea do somet’ing then you two ‘ave to copy us. ‘Arry copies ‘is sister, you copy me. Cool?”
“What sort of things?”
“We cannot say until you agree, otherwise it will spoil the game.” Reluctantly, we both agreed, our eyes on the prizes.
“Okey-dokey,” Chelsea giggled, “let’s start.” She leaned over to Mary and kissed her quickly on the lips.
“You’re kidding?” I choked.
“This is the game ‘Arry, you play or you lose.” Mary said. “’Ere, ‘ave some of this. C’est Pernod, proper  French drink.” She passed over a bottle of milky yellow liquid. I had a swig and was lucky not to cough it back up, it tasted of liquorish, something I didn’t expect at all. Prepared, I took another swig and it tasted good. I passed the bottle to Gene, who took a few gulps. Chelsea had a swallow and passed it back to Mary.
A nodded agreement passed between me and Gene, we were playing to win. I moved over and kissed him on the mouth. The world didn’t end, which was good. 
Mary leaned back over to Chelsea and kissed her, this time they kept kissing, tongues and all. I gulped. This was hot, my sister was lezzing it up with a sexy French girl, on the other hand, I would have to do with a guy from South London.
Gene took the lead and kissed me. I kept my mouth shut by Chelsea demanded tongues, so I gave in and snogged the guy. Look, to be truthful, I’ve always been a bit curious in that way, but I know which way my bread is buttered. As much as I’d prefer to be snogging Mary right now, I can’t deny I was a bit turned on.
Chelsea made the next move, she ran her hands up the side of Mary’s body, then ran them down again, taking the bottom of her top and pulling it over her head. Mary wasn’t wearing a bar. Her tits, B cups at best, stood proudly on her chest. Chelsea ran her fingers over one while kissing and sucking on the other. I longed for a camera while my cock longed for release, trapped in my trousers and hard as a rock.
Aside from being very gay, it wasn’t that hard to pull off Gene’s tops and I made a half hearted attempt at kissing his moobs. His breathing may have got a bit quicker, but not that I’d notice. The Pernod was passed around again.
Chelsea took off her top and unhooked her bra. Despite being a year younger, she had a nicer rack than Mary, her fuller figure having more filled out curves than the older girl. Mary moved forward pushing Chelsea onto her back, kissing her chest then moving up to her neck and making out with her while their hands explored each other.
I took off my t-shirt and lay back. No offence to Gene, but I was rather underwhelmed by the whole kissing a man thing, although I could tell that he was as turned on as I was, I could feel his cock through his trousers as he lay on me. 
Both girls had removed their jeans, Chelsea was no rubbing at Mary’s snatch though her panties. She slipped her finger underneath the cotton and started finger fucking Mary. Mary’s eyes were closed as took in the experience, I was struck by the thought that this may not have been the first time that the girls had done this to each other.
“Small problem,” Gene commented, “neither of us has a pussy to finger.”
“Well, my brother can wank you off can’t he?” Chelsea said.
Now we were all down to the underwear, I rubbed on the front of Gene’s pants, they were already slightly damp. I reached in, gently, and touched another boy’s cock for the first time. Or at least the first time since I knew what they were for. I knew how I liked to bring myself off, and started stroking him. I tried not to pay too much attention, and was still absentmindedly playing with his cock as Mary laid Chelsea down then sat on her face before engaging in a sixty-nine. 
I couldn’t believe this, but Gene soon had me on my back with his cock in my mouth. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would, and I made an attempt to suck on it. It was hard to concentrate on anything as Gene had pulled off my pants and was going to work on my dick, slightly too enthusiastic for me, but I couldn’t deny that the feel of his lips around my shaft were turning me on. Beside me, the two girls were moaning as they fucked each other.
“Final test now.” Chelsea called out.
Mary had disengaged and fished a lump of plastic and cords; it took me a moment or two to recognise a strap-on cock. She helped Chelsea on with the device; it was more than odd looking at my sister sporting a seven inch cock. My sister was not phased, and lined herself up behind the bent over Mary and entered her pussy. We were both enthralled, watching my sister fuck this Gallic vixen. This vixen who I wanted more than anything to do her just like my sister was doing. I knew that this was within my grasp.
Chelsea withdrew from Mary and shuffled over to Gene, who was on all fours, with a small plastic bottle. She kissed him on the lips, his back then on his arse. She then poured some liquid from the bottle into his crack. Gene flinched a bit and she touched his arsehole with her finger, working the liquid in.
“Well, he is lubed up now Harry, you can fuck him now.”
I looked at Gene and he nodded for me to go on. My cock was rock hard as I tried to force it into his virgin arse, he gasped and groaned but forced himself backwards. I grabbed his hips for leverage and started pumping my hips against him, feeling my balls slap against his arse. It didn’t take long for me to cum, spurting cream into him. I collapsed on him. Chelsea and Mary were both under him, sucking on his cock and they emerged with faces covered in spunk.
“Lick it off me.” Mary ordered me.
I obeyed, licking my friend’s cum from her cheeks, then kissing her on the lips, sharing the goods. 
I went to wash my cock, then came back to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed next to Mary. Despite having just orgasmed, the prospect of shagging Mary had be hard again quickly. Her soft hand around my cock also helped. Mary pushed me down and straddled me, lowering herself onto my cock. It found its way into the third person in two days. This time it wasn’t taboo, it wasn’t another boy, it wasn’t my sister, it was a beautiful French girl with a wicked, wicked mind. 
A term’s worth of pent up sexual tension were unleashed into her, he light frame was easy to lift off my cock and to come crashing back down. Her legs helped the motion and her hips bucked as she rode me for all she was worth. Breaking for a moment as my cock slipped out of her cunt, Mary readjusted herself. Next to me, my sister was being rutted doggy style. Mary manoeuvred my cock back into her, but something was different, tighter. It took me a moment to realise that I was now fucking her arse. In less than a minute, I felt the heat in my loins and her arse was filled with cum. 
Chelsea and Gene had finished up and we all agreed that it would be best to get dressed before the family returned.
So that was winter. It is summer now. Still nobody talks to us at school. Mary and Gene often come over. Our parents don’t mind that both Chelsea and I are in sexual relationships, as we were open about it. We were less open that I’ve fucked both Gene and Chelsea, or that occasionally I still do. Chelsea and Mary also enjoy each other’s company when they boys are busy playing computer games or watching war films. So who cares that we are outcasts at school. I’ve got a hot girlfriend, a perverted sister and best mate who likes being fucked, and they are all horny. Who needs London?



 
