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 {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.