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   Disclaimer ...  this is a fictional account of consensual sex between
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   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?