31 comments/ 62070 views/ 54 favorites Mary and Me By: Daunti Mary and I, fraternal twins, have hated each other since we were two years old. That's when our Mother left us. Soon afterward, our Father committed suicide and we were adopted by our mother's parents, Maurice and Vivian Donahue, who are the only folks we've really ever known. We call them mom and dad and they treat us just like their kids. Now that we're in high school, we've learned to tolerate each other, as long as we stay out of one another's way. I don't think we've said more than fifty civil words back and forth in the last year, and those are mostly at family gatherings, for appearance sake. Mary's smarter than I am and does well in school. We're both juniors this year and school just started. At eighteen, we're older than our peers are because we lost a year when the family was having so much trouble. I'm struggling with English literature, Mary's strongest subject, but I wouldn't ask her for help if I was dying. She's so superior acting, it makes me sick. It's as if she thinks everyone is beneath her and stupid to boot. She works hard and isn't distracted with mundane things like boys, gossip, the latest fashion trends, and things like that. It almost seems like she dresses down, just to look plain and not attract boys or compete with the other girls. On the other hand, I'm distracted by almost anything, beginning with girls, and football, and girls, band, and girls, and friends, and girls, but mostly girls. I don't have much luck with girls. I'm kind of short and average looking, not the things that attract most high school girls. I'm also rather shy which doesn't help me approach someone I don't already know. I'm frustrated, in a bad humor most of the time, and take it out on anyone in sight. Mostly Mary. Imagine my surprise when she knocked on my bedroom door just after I came to bed one night and asked timidly, "May I come in?" I was still dressed so there wasn't any reason she shouldn't, but I asked rather rudely, "What the hell do you want now?" She replied rather meekly, for her, "I have a problem and I could use some help. It isn't easy to ask you for help Ryan. Please don't be mad at me." I thought, whoa, I'll bet she's pregnant. There's going to be hell to pay in this house if she is, but I said, "Come on in." You know how sometimes something happens that changes your whole attitude about things. That's what happened to me when Mary walked through my bedroom door that night. I saw her in a completely different light. I don't think I'd taken a good look at her since she was eleven and a gawky, skinny kid in pigtails. She'd really filled out since then. She wasn't ugly, she was pretty. She wasn't the competition, she was my sister. The only sibling I had and was ever likely to have. She was in trouble and I wanted to help. I couldn't believe I actually wanted to help. Three minutes ago, I'd wanted to kill her. For the last ten years, I'd wanted to kill her and I'm sure she felt the same way about me. "What's up... you pregnant?" "My God no; how could I be pregnant? I don't even go out." "You don't have to date to get pregnant; you just have to sleep with some jock that doesn't respect you." "I haven't slept with anyone, have you?" "Unfortunately no, I haven't. You know I just realized that I haven't really looked at you in the last five years. You're gorgeous and I didn't even notice. How can you not date or make out when you look like that? Are you a lesbian?" "I don't think so, but sex isn't the problem with me; at least not the most pressing problem at the moment. However, before we can deal with my problem, we need to call a truce. We're family and I don't want to continue this feud we've had going all our lives. It seems to me we can both do better if we help each other out instead of fighting all the time. I know I've done as much or more than you have to keep the contest alive and I'm sorry. Can we start over . . . please? I'll do better Ryan, I promise. I want you for my friend." I couldn't believe my ears, so I said, "You know, all of a sudden I'm tired of the game we've been playing all these years too. I know you're smarter than I am. I'd love to have someone to talk to that I can trust. I want to be friends too. Can we learn to trust each other?" "We have to, we don't have anyone else. As far as smarter than you goes, I don't think so, we just know different things. Stand up brother I want to hug you to death." I stood up and we hugged for the first time that I could remember. I know you're not supposed to lust after your sister, but I sure could tell she was a girl, and when she kissed me on the neck, I almost lost it. We stayed that way for a while and finally Mary said, "I love you, Ryan." I gulped with embarrassment and stammered out, "I love you too, Mary." It felt like a great weight had just left my shoulders. The frustration, anger, and tension were gone. I looked forward to tomorrow instead of dreading it. I really don't know how our enmity got started; I only know it's been going on as long as I can remember. If she says yes I say no, if she says black I say white, if she says it's funny I say it's pathetic, not because either one of us believes what we say, but only because we're not supposed to agree on anything, ever. ***** "Ok Mary, what's your problem? Do you want advice on how to snag a boy? I can't be much help there, I can't even get a girl interested in me, and I'm not a third as attractive as you are. What do you do, beat 'em off with a stick?" "No it's not that. School is only a month in and I know I'm going to flunk algebra if I don't get some help. You're a whiz at math and I'd like you to help me out if you're willing." "Oh I'm willing, but you're missing out on a good opportunity here. If you ask one of the math whiz jocks to help you, you could make some good time with him while he's tutoring you." Mary was beginning to sound a bit exasperated when she said, "Ryan, what's your obsession with getting me involved with a guy? I don't want some guy groping me while I'm trying to learn algebra. In fact, I don't want some guy groping me at all." "Aren't you even a little bit curious about what it's like to have a person of the opposite sex touch you that way?" "Ryan, I'm not curious enough to start down that slippery slope. Once you start, there's no going back." "Well if someone offers me that slope, I'll grease my shoes and slide like mad." "Ryan, There's a lot of difference in the consequences for a girl than for a guy. If we get pregnant, we have the problem to deal with. You guys just blow it off and go on with your lives, leaving us with the grief." "Mary, I don't think I could do that to a girl, especially one I really liked. I hope I can restrain myself from sliding home and just be happy with third base. Ok, I'll coach you in algebra alright, but you have to do something for me in return." Now she's says suspiciously, "What's that? I'm not going to do anything immoral, especially with you, you're my brother, and brothers and sisters don't do those kinds of things." "Well I'm about to die of hormone poisoning and I know if I don't get some relief soon I really am going to die, but I'll settle for you helping me with English lit, because I'm in about the same shape there as you are with algebra, and I know it's a snap for you." "Sounds like a fair trade to me. You help me and I help you. How do you want to organize it Ryan?" "Well since I can't interest a girl in me, and you don't want to interest a boy in you, we should have plenty of time after school to work on math and grammar. Let's start with you till we catch you up, then we can work on my deficiencies, as we have time or get bored with math." Mary said, "Sounds good to me, let's start tomorrow, Ok?" "Great, tomorrow after school." After we made our bargain, Mary went back to her room. I was happy to end the feud between us, but I worried about my feelings for her. She didn't seem like my sister. We had been antagonists for so long, the relationship wasn't like brother and sister. I was very attracted to her in the wrong way. I'll need to get her advice on how to snare a girl and have another venue for my lust. In the meantime, I'll just have to grit my teeth and suffer. ***** The next day as we walked to school together for the first time since I could remember, I noticed how Mary was dressed to conceal or understate her assets. I wondered why she was so reluctance to attract, or even interact with boys. She didn't look at or speak to any one, and they ignored her as well. I asked, "Mary, what's your problem with boys?" She hesitated; I could tell she wanted to tell me to mind my own business, and yesterday she no doubt would have, but she reconsidered and after a long pause said, "I'm afraid of them." "What do you think they're going to do, drag you off somewhere and rape you?" "No, I don't mean afraid that way, I mean I don't know what to say to them or how to act around them. They're all about football, cars, fighting, hunting, and trying to make out with girls. Stuff I don't know or care anything about. How am I supposed to have a relationship with someone I think is totally useless and shallow?" "I don't think you should Mary, but isn't it kind of arrogant for you to feel so superior to boys because you think they're all alike. Am I like that?" "Frankly, I don't know what you're like. We've only been friends for less than a day so how should I know. I do know one thing about you that bothers me." "What's that?" "Ryan, I think you'd do anything to get in a girl's pants right now. Any girl, whether you cared anything for her or not. In fact, I'm afraid if I don't watch out you'll try to get in mine without a second thought, and that disturbs me. I don't want to start fighting again but you asked and I have to answer honestly. I hope this obsession with sex isn't a characteristic of all the guys. I hope you understand that I'm not available to my brother under any circumstances. That would be really sick." "Thanks for being honest. I don't know why I have this obsession either, it's all I can think about, but it's not really just about getting in some girls pants. I want someone to care about, and cuddle, someone who'll return my affection. I kind of think behind all the big shot bluster, most guys feel about the same. Yeah if Janie will let him, Joe will take her because he'll lose face if he doesn't, and he'll lose face it he doesn't try, but I think secretly he doesn't really want her to let him, and it's a relief when she won't. As for being your brother I'll pay you the highest compliment I know." "What's that Ryan?" "If you weren't my sister I'd be all over you like flies on honey, even if you are kind of surly most of the time." "So tell me why I should cultivate some boy when I'm perfectly happy the way things are." "Mary, if you were happy the way things are, you wouldn't be surly most of the time. I haven't seen you smile in, almost forever. Look, genetically speaking, Joe should have knocked you up three times by now; you should have two kids in the cave and one in the oven. Joe is out hunting a bear for dinner and he can't wait to get home and put his big strong hands all over you. I can't believe you don't have some of the primal urges the rest of us do. Maybe if you gave in and quit repressing them, you'd feel better. What do you suppose would happen if you were to dress up, fit to kill, show off those lovely legs and that great rack you have, fix your hair in a sexy do, use a little makeup, find some guy that doesn't totally turn you off, and smile at him like you want to consume him for lunch?" Mary ducked her head embarrassingly and whispered, "Ryan, if I did that, and he smiled back or did anything except ignore me, I'd throw him on the hall floor and screw him to death in front of God and everybody, before the next class starts." "Whoa, who are you and what have you done with my sister?" "What do you think I do every night when I'm alone in my room? What do you think I fantasize about when I'm daydreaming in English lit class? Why do you think I'm terrified at the thought of being alone with a male, any male, even you? I want it so bad I'm in pain most of the time. Why do you think I gave you hell about your obsession? Yours is nothing compared to mine. I want it, and I know I better not start because I don't think I could stop myself before something bad happened." "Bad like what?" "Like getting pregnant, like getting a disease, or more than one, like getting the reputation of being the school slut, like becoming addicted to sex the way some people get addicted to drugs, like screwing every boy in this school, maybe more than just this school. Ever since I started to develop a body, I've hated it. When I was twelve, I had the most developed bust in the seventh grade and none of the guys could keep from looking at them. I was embarrassed and the other girls hated me. Even then, I couldn't keep my own hands off me, so I let Johnny Patrick touch my breasts. It felt so good it scared me. I still can't keep my own hands off me. I think I must be kind of nuts, so I did what I could to keep to myself. How can I trust me not to go ape if I get near a boy alone?" "Maybe you need to talk to Mom." "No way Jose, She'd send me to a convent and I'd screw all the priests." "Why don't you just go give yourself and orgasm when you feel that way? "What's an orgasm?" "Shit Mary, how did you ever get in this spot? An orgasm is a release of sexual tension and it feels great. If you've been feeling yourself up every night for five years, and haven't ever had an orgasm, I'm not surprised you think you're nuts, I'm sure if I'd done the same thing I actually would be nuts. There's nothing wrong with you, you just need to finish the job." "How do I do that Ryan? "Don't you have a girlfriend you can ask?" "No, I don't run around with any girls. Can't you tell me now that we're friends?" "To tell the truth, I have no idea, but I'll try to find out." And I thought, who am I kidding? I don't have the faintest idea how girls masturbate or even if they do. I've read a lot about orgasms, but not a thing about how a girl produces one. I wonder if J.B. knows. I'd be embarrassed to ask him and advertise my stupidity about girls. ***** Jefferson High is an old school, I'd guess sixty years or more, I know our folks went to school there. There's a newer more modern high school on the north side of town where all the rich kids go but we live in the old part of town so we get to go to Jefferson. It's kind of neat really, three grades, sophomore, junior, and senior. Maybe four hundred kids and twenty teachers all together. Pretty cozy for these days. The band hall is in the boys gym building, a wooden pile of junk obviously added when the gym in the main school got too small. The band practiced in a room under the bleachers on the south side of the building. In band class that afternoon, my attentions kept being drawn to Nola Sue. She sits first chair French horn in the band, that's one row in front of where I sit. She's a senior and quite attractive, but seems kind of unapproachable. I fantasized about her some times, and now I wondered if I'd end up dead for asking her how girls masturbate, and what Mary needed to do to finish the job? I don't even know if girls do masturbate. Would she kill me, or report me for sexual harassment? Of course, first chair French horn players don't have much use for second chair cornet players anyway, and seniors don't have much use for juniors either but you never can tell. I've never given her any trouble, so maybe she won't smack me in the mouth right up front. When class was over and she was putting her horn away I approached her and said, "Hi, I'm Ryan Donahue." She said, "I know, I've seen you around a lot, what can I do for you?" "I have a problem that I need a female's help with." "Don't you have a sister?" "I do, but she's the one with the problem. I'm just trying to help her out." "She pregnant?" "No just the opposite, she's never even been out. Never been with a boy let alone done what it takes to get pregnant." I hesitated then said, "I'm afraid this is going to get personal, if it offends you just say so and I'll go away. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything. What Nola said then, totally blew my mind, she said, "Sorry to hear that." I replied in amazement, "You're sorry I'm not hitting on you?" "That's what I said." "Please elaborate, I'm confused. I didn't think girls wanted to be hit on!" "Look Ryan, I'm a senior, the female equivalent of a nerd. I make good grades, I'm not a cheerleader and don't want to be. I'm not a fashion plate, I'm not pretty, and my figure leaves something to be desired. In other words, I don't exactly attract boys like bears to honey. That doesn't mean I wouldn't like a boy to try to get to me. I don't want to go to college next year without at least some opposite sex experience. You're the first guy that's shown any interest in me at all, so I guess you're elected." "That's the best offer I've had this year, or any year for that matter. I think you're very attractive Nola, and you shouldn't put yourself down. I'd be pleased to try to get to you, but unfortunately I don't know any more about the opposite sex things than you do, as you're gonna realize when I ask you about Mary's problem." "Ask away." How the hell did I get here and what the hell do I do now. I'm just trying to help my 'estranged until yesterday' sister out. I've been seriously propositioned by a very hot senior girl, I've backed myself into a corner that's going to make me reveal I don't have the slightest idea what the hell I'm doing, and if this goes badly I'll probably never be able to talk to any Jefferson High girl again. If I don't end up expelled, I'll probably end up in jail. The way I'm going today, if I was lucky enough to have a wet dream, I'm sure I figure some way to screw it up. Nola was looking at me inquisitively and I blurted out before I could think anymore, "Do girls Masturbate?" Her eyes got kind of wide and she answered, "Yyyyes." "All girls?" She answered hesitantly, "I expect so." "That means you do?" . . . "Yes." "How does a girl masturbate?" "I don't understand the question." "Well mechanically what do you do?" "Well I suppose if a boy was doing it to a girl, it would be called foreplay. Do boys masturbate?" "Obsessively." "All boys?" "I'm sure of it. Do you have an orgasm when you masturbate Nola?" "That's what it's all about, isn't it Ryan?" "What happens when you have an orgasm?" "I don't think I can describe it in words, you'd just have to be there when a girl has one to have a vague idea. I'm not sure a male could appreciate the feeling." "Nola, would you be interested in my doing for you, what you've been doing for yourself?" I don't believe I just said that. I just shot myself in the foot, or more likely in the balls actually. Nola cocked her head a little to the left and said in a scolding voice, "Interested? Innocent Nola Sue Deming interested in that? Since you've taken the liberty of going so far with your unsolicited sexual advancements, if you don't want to be in serious trouble . . . I demand it. Truth is, I'd do almost anything to have that happen." Ryan you lucky bastard. Did what I think just happened really happen? Did she say yes? "Well, maybe we can help each other out. Right now though, I need to try to help Mary with her problem." ***** Band was the last period of the day and as we'd been talking, all the kids had cleared out of the band hall. Mr. Russell, the band director, told us we had to leave because he needed to lock up, so we wandered over to the main building to go to our lockers. I followed Nola to her locker, she put up her books and retrieved her purse and follow me to my locker where I dumped my books. It was somewhat weird being in the building with no one there. The office was closed, and the only people in sight were some custodians cleaning up. Mary and Me "Where would you like to go now Nola?" "I need to find a phone. My mom gets worried if I don't come right home after school. I have to call her at work as soon as I get there." "We can go to my house, you can call your mom, and I'll walk you home from there. When does your mom get home?" "Around six." "That gives us plenty of time, it's only four now. Do you know my sister?" "Not really, I've seen her in the halls of course but I've never spoken to her." "She looks awful doesn't she?" "I don't want to be unkind, but yes she does." "Would you believe it's all a put on ... or more accurately a put off. The mangled hairdo, the sloppy sweaters, the wrinkled pants, the run over shoes, you wouldn't believe how gorgeous she really is and how hard she works to conceal it. She even wraps ace bandages around her chest to conceal her breasts." "That's the most outrageous thing I've ever heard. Why would she do that?" "She says she's afraid of associating with boys and if she ever got close enough to one she'd screw him to death in a heartbeat." "No!" "That's what she told me. She said she had been playing with herself for five years and never had a release. She didn't even know what an orgasm was. She said she wanted it so bad she was in pain most of the time and that she was afraid of what would happen if she ever got started with a boy. I told her she just needed to finish it off and get her release but she's afraid. Of what, I don't know. That's why I wanted to talk to you. How do I convince her it won't kill her to have an orgasm?" "Leave that to me. I'll fix it." "Would you really do that for me Nola?" "Just a down payment on what you're going to do for me Ryan." ***** We live in the front half of a duplex that's only three blocks from Jefferson. It's white stucco, old but good sized, and Mary and I each have our own bedroom with adjoining bath. Both the folks work, so there's no one home after school. When we got to my house, Nola Sue made her phone call. Mary was in the living room still in her 'put off' clothes and I introduced her to Nola. Nola asked with some authority, Where's your room?" Mary answered, "Just down the hall." Nola ordered, "Let's go." And they went to Mary's room. I'd still give a lot to know what went on in there. While they were gone, I started thinking about what I had done. I agreed to do 'foreplay' with a girl and I had no idea what the hell to do. I'm sure kissing is part of it and I hope playing with her tits is part of it, but I don't know anything about what's between her legs or what to do with that. Maybe Mary can help me out when she gets fixed. I guess I'll just have to try what I've seen in the movies and go from there. In about forty-five minutes, the girls came back. Mary had the wickedest grin on her face and she came over, kissed me, right on the mouth, and said, "Thank you brother. You just saved my life." Nola said, "Ryan, I've got to go." So we left. "Where do you live?" "Just over on Taylor Street, about six blocks." We were walking hand in hand and I asked her, "What happened with Mary, Nola?" "It was rather silly really, but I can see how it could have happened. You see when a girl starts to get an orgasm her heartbeat becomes very rapid, her blood pressure goes up dramatically, and she begins to breathe hard. Early on when Mary began to masturbate and started to get an orgasm, she was afraid she was injuring herself or having a seizure and she got scared. After that, whenever an orgasm started she shut it down and quit. Five years of that and she's a wreck." "What did you do?" "I just told her it wasn't a seizure, she wasn't going to die, to just go through with it, and she would be fine, then I encouraged her while she did. That was the wildest orgasm I've ever seen. Five years of repressed release experienced all at one time. It was scary; she's tough." We got to her house in about ten minutes and went inside. "You can't stay too long cause if you're here when mom gets home, she'll know we're doing what we're going to do, and I'll be in deep trouble before we even get started. God I can't wait." "She doesn't let you have friends over after school or on weekends?" "Not Boys." "Why?" "I guess she doesn't want me doing what she either did, or wanted to do, when she was my age." "Can I assume then that you're not on birth control?" "Are you kidding? That'll happen when hell freezes over, maybe." We were standing in the front hall and I took her face in my hands, kissed her eyes, her nose, nibbled an ear lobe and blew in her ear gently, kissed her neck, kissed her lovely mouth and gave her some tongue. She came unglued when I cupped her breast in my hand and rubbed the nipple through her blouse and bra. She looked up at me, smiled, took my hand, and put it under her blouse, then under her bra on the bare skin of her breast. Here I am, experiencing my most cherished fantasy, and I didn't even have to work for it. She just gave it to me on her own. "Oh God Ryan, now I know I picked the right one. When can we carry this on?" "Tomorrow, we'll get an earlier start at my place. Can you fake having to go to the library or something?" "I'll think of something." "Bye." ***** I walked back to my house thinking how lucky I was and how I had to be very considerate and gentle with Nola Sue, because she's special. Nola's mother has been divorced for some years now and works to support them. Her father still lives in town but is remarried and I don't think she sees much of him. I don't know what it's like for a girl to mature without a father's influence but I don't imagine it's great, even girls need the balance of male and female upbringing. Mary was nowhere in sight when I got home so I called out to her. She answered from her bedroom, "I'm in here, come on in." Her bedroom, which I had never been invited into, was very unlike the image she puts forward at school. Very feminine, soft and light, crisp and fresh, in light green and beige. Mary was wearing shorts and a halter-top and it turned me on something fierce. I just had Nola's bare breast in my hand and now Mary's so firm ones were trying to escape from her halter, and her legs are the best I've ever seen. She was picture perfect and everything I could ever imagine a female could be. "Ryan, how can I ever thank you for bailing me out of my agony today?" Do I dare tell her what I need? She's already told me she doesn't trust me not to try to get in her pants. How can I convince her to show me how to do what I need to for Nola Sue? She's just bound to think it's only because I want to take advantage of her. Am I taking advantage of her gratitude just for my own pleasure? "Mary, I've created a real problem for myself." "Oh, how's that?" "To get Nola Sue to help you out, I had to promise her I would do a little 'foreplay' with her and give her an orgasm." It's only a little lie. "So? Sounds like what you've been after all along. Why's it a problem?" "The problem is that I don't know what to do, or how to do it." "Well, what do you expect me to do about that?" "Would you show me how, and let me practice with you?" Mary's face turned red, she filled her lungs, and I just knew she was going to yell at me like she always did but instead she exhaled slowly, cocked her head a little, got a thoughtful look on her face, and said, "Ryan, you're shittin' me. You're just trying to get my clothes off, and your hands all over me aren't you? Nola Sue never made you promise any such thing. I'll bet she has guys feeling her up all over the place, and I'd be surprised if she's not going all the way with them. This afternoon she sure seemed to know what I needed." All the while Mary was thinking, God I sure would like some hands all over me besides my own. Nevertheless, my brother's hands, that's obscene. Forget it Mary, tempting as it is, you can't do it. "Mary, I swear it's the truth. Nola told me no one had ever hit on her, and that she felt inadequate and embarrassed about it, and she didn't want to go to college without some sexual experience. I couldn't believe it either." "So I'm supposed to let you feel me up in gratitude to Nola Sue for showing me that an orgasm isn't fatal? In addition, I'm supposed to believe that you don't know anything about foreplay. Come on Ryan, you're eighteen and a male." "What does that qualify me for except being stupid? Please Mary; I don't have anywhere else to turn. Please help me out here, I'll be eternally grateful." "I'm sure Nola Sue can show you better than I can Ryan, just don't be embarrassed to ask." "Mary, please. I've lucked out here. I've tripped over a Senior that wants me to put my hands all over her, and you can't imagine the hard time I'm already having not passing out at the thought of doing it, but to confront asking her how to do it is way beyond my pay grade. You have no idea what it took for me to approach Nola Sue with the request to enlighten me about girls masturbating, but I did it because you needed help desperately. Well, now I need your help desperately and you're turning me down. Does that seem right to you? It doesn't to me. Besides, don't you think you'd enjoy me giving you some orgasms? Aren't you getting wet just talking about it? It might be less damaging than you throwing some jock onto the floor, and screwing his brains out in the hall at school." "Ryan, you have no idea how much I'd enjoy that, but I just can't. I've been disciplining myself for five years and I just have to keep it up for a while longer. If I succumb to my desire now, I know it won't stop with foreplay and I just couldn't live with that. If we had sex, it would forever ruin the relationship we're trying to fix now. Don't let your unwarranted panic get the best of your good sense. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll talk to Nola Sue tomorrow and make it all ok." "Do you think you can do that Mary?" "Of course. We girls have got to stick together don't we? How else are we going to beat you big bad male animals?" ***** Next morning, it was a good thing mom had already left the house when Mary came out of her room to go to school. She had to be wearing mom's clothes; she sure didn't have any of her own that looked that good. Red pumps with three inch heels, sheer panty hose, a red velveteen skirt that clung like second skin, a see thru blouse with no bra, and a vest that matched her skirt but had no buttons; it just form fit over her breasts. Her hair was in a ponytail with bangs and as shinny as polished bronze. "Mary, hold it, I have to get some photos of this. Yesterday you didn't even want me to see them, and now you're going to show them to the whole school. I'm glad you changed your mind." I got my camera and took twenty or so shots of various poses, several without the vest. It's a good thing they're digital cause they'd probably refuse to print them they were so revealing. "Do you know what they're going to do to you when you show up at school in that get-up?" With mock innocence she said, "No, what will they do to poor little me?" "They're going to expel you for at least six weeks, and call mom in for not sending you for a psychiatric examination. That is if they can even figure out who you are." "Am I breaking the dress code?" "Well I don't know whether the dress code mentions a bra, but even if it doesn't, you're sure breaking the intent of the dress code. There's going to be so many jocks with a hard-on in the hall, the restrooms won't be able to hold them all. Are you trying to start a riot?" "Not intentionally, I'm just trying to make up for five years of invisibility." "You're sure not going to be invisible today." "Ryan, what's a hard-on?" "Come on Mary, you don't know what a hard on is?" "No." "It's when a guy gets an erection." "What's an erection?" "Mary, don't you know anything about guy's bodies?" "About as much as you seem to about girl's bodies? "Touché. Maybe we can correct our deficiencies in knowledge later." ***** Jefferson has two double front doors, one on each side of the office area. The front hall runs north to south behind the office with four classrooms on each side. On the other side of the hall is the auditorium, which doubles as the girl's gym and two staircases, going to the second floor. When Mary entered the front door of the school, it was as if we were in a movie. As she walked down the hall, every student moved out of her way. There was a circle of vacant space around her. Mouths were open, eyes were popping, kids were whispering, "Who is she? Is she new? Is she a teacher?" As she walked by Robby, the captain of the football team, she stopped, pulled the vest away from her blouse and gave him a long look at those gorgeous breasts, smiled sweetly at him for about ten seconds, then replaced the vest and moved on. I thought he was going to pass out right there. The boys started clapping and whistling and the girls looked at her, then at each other, then back at her and just shook their heads in disbelief. Principal Grimes came dashing out of the office to see what all the commotion was about and nearly collided with Mary. As he skidded to a stop, he said authoritatively, "Who are you and what are you doing here? This is a closed campus; you're not supposed to be here without a pass." "My name is Mary Donahue and I'm just a student going to class." "I don't remember seeing you before and I most certainly would remember if I had." "Principle Grimes, I didn't used to dress like this. I've never been in trouble, so I haven't been sent to your office, but it looks like that's about to change doesn't it?" "Mary, for me to take you to my office, I'd have to have two nurses and my wife present." Everybody laughed and applauded at that. Sally the snitch, sidled up to principal Grimes and whispered something in his ear. Mary asked, "Am I violating the dress code?" "You violate it only in the sense that you've created a near riot in the male population of the school, and totally humiliated the female population. I don't see any apparel that's in violation although I've been informed that some items usually present may be missing. I have no plans to verify that. Of course, the dress code was created to prevent shabby or tasteless appearance, not to limit glamorous or appealing modes of dress. Personally, I hope some of the other girls take a lesson and shape up. I would suggest however, a more traditional selection of undergarments might be in order, even though it's not specifically mentioned in the dress code, their lack of them, can be rather distracting." "Principal Grimes, This was supposed to be a one shot deal to make up for five years of not being seen, but considering what you just said, I may see if I can start a new trend amongst high school girls who seem to think boys really prefer girls in ragged jeans, sweaters three sizes too big, scruffy tennis shoes, and their hair in dreadlocks." The applause was deafening, all from the boys of course. "And guys, if you think we want to look at you walking on the worn out bottoms of your jeans, with your tennies untied and your ass crack showing, a baseball cap with the bill to one side, and a three day growth of juvenile beard on your face, think again please." The applause was deafening, all from the girls of course. Principal Grimes said, "Ok, this is interesting, but everybody get to class, no tardy excuses because of this little demonstration. Thank you Mary, for the pleasant diversion and I wish you success in your quest to revise the current mode of dress." When the crowd broke up and I was walking to class, I was directly behind four or five girls talking about Mary. "Did you ever see anything so outrageous? Yesterday she looked like something out of a homeless shelter. What the hell happened?" "Yeah, where did she get those boobs? When I saw her last week she was flatter than me, now she's got a pair so hard she doesn't even wear a bra. I saw when she flashed Robby and those didn't come out of a Kleenex box." "Did you see those legs? That skirt didn't hide anything all the way to her crotch. We can't let her get away with this. She's going to ruin everything we've worked for the last four years. If she smiled at Benny, the way she did at Robby, he'd be gone in a heartbeat and I'd be out of luck. I haven't been putting out for him all this time just to have him jump ship because she came out of hiding. What the hell are we going to do?" "I think we're going to have to bite the bullet and clean up our act. Did you hear the way the boys reacted when she suggested our clothes and grooming were less than acceptable? I'm going to be at the front of the pack with the changes that are coming. I don't think we have any choice. We've been a pretty disreputable looking lot." For the rest of the day the topic of conversation everywhere was Mary. For some she was a threat, for some she was a blessing, for some the subject of lust, and some the subject of love. All the girls ignored her except Nola Sue, and all the guys just wanted her to notice them. The thing none of them knew was that she'd been noticing all of them for the last three years. I suspect some of the girls that have treated her badly may end up wishing she didn't know them at all. One thing for certain, things were going to be different at Jefferson High. ***** I couldn't find Mary after school so Nola and I walked to my house to continue the 'my hands on her body' activities. She had on a white nylon blouse that clung to her top, and it seemed to reveal the nipples on her tits as it moved with her arms as she walked. As soon as I got her in the door, I took her in my arms and kissed the end of her nose, and her eyelids, and nibbled an ear lobe, and kissed her neck then kissed her on the mouth. She opened her lips and teased me with a little bit of tongue. We did a few minutes of tongue wrestling and when we came up for breath, both breathing a little heavier, I took her to my bedroom and gently removed her blouse. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra, and I immediately caught my breath as I saw that her tits were so very firm, and the skin, smooth and warm, and they didn't sag at all, I was so excited I started to shake. I'm most definitely a tit man and this being the first time with the real thing, nearly did me in. I had touched one briefly yesterday, but I was nearly unconscious and couldn't appreciate what I was being presented with. Today, to take full advantage of the occasion I took a step back, looked lovingly at them as I asked, "How long did it take you to make those unbelievably beautiful things, Nola?" She said, "Aw come on Ryan, every female on the planet has two exactly like these." "Nola, you don't appreciate what you have there. I've seen pictures and videos and I can testify that yours are very special. Every female on the planet may have two boobs but none of them are exactly like yours. Yours are special and they couldn't be any more perfect. Come on, answer my question. How long did it take you to make them?" "Ryan, are you obsessed with tits?" "You bet your life I am. Every part of the female form is important but a perfect pair of boobs is an achievement that needs to be acknowledged; so I'm saluting your genius for producing the monumental creations I see before me now. Why don't you want to tell me how long it took you to make them?" "Because we don't have a lot of time here Ryan, and I don't want to waste it talking about something I had no control over, and didn't plan. What I want is for you to quit stalling, and explore me and touch me and kiss me, especially those tits you're so obsessed with. If you wait any longer, I'll start to think you just wanted to embarrass me. Have you changed your mind about me since you got a look at my tits? I've waited years to have someone fondle and kiss them. What's the matter Ryan?" Mary and Me "It's just that I'm overwhelmed with my good fortune Nola. Like you, I've waited years for this moment and I can't believe it's happening with you. It's simply perfect, and you're simply perfect, and I'm an unbelievably lucky klutz that's hit the jackpot and I can't believe it. I guess I'm afraid I'll wake up and find this is all just another wet dream. How can you be so calm when I'm dying of fright?" Nola turned around, walked to one of the two twin beds in my bedroom, laid down on her back and beckoned to me, with a crooked finger, to join her. She'd chosen the bed on the right so that when I went to it, her head was on my left and her feet on my right. I looked down lovingly at her and she said, "Nothing to be afraid of Ryan. I won't bite, I promise." I knew I'd run out of time so I laid down beside Nola and began gently rubbing my finger around her left tit, not touching the nipple, which immediately erected, just aching to be licked and kissed, but I kept teasing it, rubbing round and round, lower and higher but not quite touching it. My cock was so hard I just knew if I moved, it would break into a million pieces. Nola was looking at me with such intensity I couldn't decide what she was thinking, but I knew I couldn't tease any longer, so I took that beautiful nipple, atop that beautiful conical tit in my mouth. Nola moaned and said, "I had imagined this happening sometime, but my imagination wasn't nearly up to the task. It's amazing how intense it feels." I wanted to answer but my mouth was full, my cock was on the verge of splitting open, and I didn't think Nola had any idea how intense this felt to me. I knew I had to do something or I was going to cum in my shorts, and I didn't want to do that. In fact I didn't want to cum at all right now. It was too soon, and there was too much ahead for it to end now. "Nola, I've got a problem." "What's the matter Ryan? Don't you like my tits? Aren't the big enough? I knew somehow that this was too good to be true. You're going to dump me aren't you? Mary said I'd need to lead you some but you're quitting before I've had a chance to show you anything. What's wrong Ryan? You can tell me." "It's embarrassing as hell Nola. I don't have the slightest intention of dumping you, it's just that I'm about to have a serious and very embarrassing sexual accident and I need to back off here and slow down a little. Ok?" "What's the problem Ryan? "I'm within about three seconds of cumming in my pants." "So? Isn't that what we're here for? I'm assuming you mean you're about to have an orgasm. Why is that embarrassing or accidental?" "For one thing it's messy. For another it means I'll be through, at least for a while." "What would you like me to do?" "Be patient and understanding and give me a few minutes. I need to go to the bathroom and relieve the problem. Then when I've recovered, we'll continue and you can have your turn. I'm sorry, I didn't know I was going to lose control like this, but I've never been here before either, so I'm playing it by ear." "You're sure you're not just disappointed in me Ryan. If you need some time that's ok, but if you're just trying to bug out on me, don't do it this way. Just tell me and I'll go home and kill myself and then you won't have to put up with me bugging you anymore. "Nola, I'll make a deal with you. If you'll quit putting yourself down, I'll walk through hell naked to get my hands and mouth on you. I just need a few minutes, and then some guidance from you, and I'll be fine. All I want is to please you, so you won't run off and recruit some other guy to do what I, so desperately want to get right." "Sorry Ryan, I'm just terrified I won't live up to your expectations. Go do what you need to do and I'll be here when you get back. Ok?" I went to the bathroom, stroked my cock three times, and deposited enough cum in the pot to impregnate a hundred women. I splashed my face with cool water, washed my hands and dried everything off. When I got back to the bedroom, Nola had removed the rest of her clothing, including her shoes and she was laying stretched out on the bed waiting for me. When I saw her, I instantly got hard again, and was happy to know I could come back so quickly. I guess Mary did indeed have a talk with her because she very gently led me in the directions I needed to go, without any invalidation or making fun of me. I got to see an orgasm in action and I realized us guys have been shortchanged in the sex arena. With girls every orgasm they have, gets better and better until they collapse with exhaustion. With guys, although I found out my refraction time is quite short, the orgasms don't accumulate and build with us in the same way they do with girls. When we knocked off after an hour, Nola said, "Ryan, I'm so thankful I had a chance to get you. You understand so well and so fast what I like; what makes me feel good, and you're so unselfish with me. To think, except for Mary's condition and my hitting on you we wouldn't be here doing this and I would still be so unhappy. Thank you and thank whatever the 'powers that be' are, for finding you for me. Maybe next time you'll show me what I can do for you." ***** I walked her home and kissed her soundly before I said goodbye. I was walking two feet off the ground on the way back home. I'm going to get as much playtime as I can handle, and to think a week ago I was alone and miserable and my sister hated me. Mary was home, still dressed to kill when I got back. The time I had spent with Nola had definitely helped with my hormones. At least I could keep myself from raping Mary. The folks arrived shortly after that. Mom took one look at Mary, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and frowned. I had a shit-eatin' grin on my face I couldn't turn off, and she looked at me and frowned again. She said, "Mary what are you doing wearing my best dress up outfit. Are you playing grownup or what?" "Mary said, "Mom, I wore it to school today." "You did what? Come over here, I want to look at you." Mary walked over to mom and stood in front of her. Mom took the vest off, saw the see thru blouse and no bra, and said, "Why aren't you in detention for six weeks?" "Principal Grimes was very complimentary about the way I looked. Of course he didn't see what you're looking at, only the football captain saw that." "You showed the football captain your tits?" "Yeah, I think he liked them." "Maurice, you'd better come in here, someone's kidnapped our children and left two look-alikes in their place." Dad came into the room, took one look a Mary, and said, "Jesus Christ Mary, what happened to you. The last time I saw you I wouldn't have admitted you were my daughter and now look at you, you're absolutely gorgeous." "Maurice, she wore that outfit to school today and showed her tits to the football captain." Dad said, "Turn around Mary." She did, dad coughed, sputtered and said, "When did you grow those? I haven't seen any that beautiful since your mother and I were making out in the back seat of my car at drive in movies in nineteen forty eight. I'm surprised they didn't send you home from school." "I had this on." As she put the vest back on and tucked it around her breasts. "Well if you showed him what I saw I'm sure he starched his shorts on the spot." "MAURICE! How can you encourage her like that?" "Vivian, they're both eighteen and as good as adults. Sometimes I think you mothers would keep them innocent till they're forty. Don't you remember those days at the drive in? We necked, petted, caressed, and stroked until we were so hot I knew we were both going to die. Don't tell me you didn't love it. Do you think they aren't going to do the same things, regardless of what we have to say about it? We sure did." "Yes, I suppose they will. Mary what happened? Until a few days ago, you were surly and withdrawn and you didn't want anything to do with anybody. Every time I tried to talk to you, you just bit my head off, so what changed? Have you slept with someone?" Mary told them the whole story about her unhappy five years and how we solved it, in great and vivid detail, including Nola's and my part in it and what Mary and I had almost done. Me...I just kept trying to disappear completely. She even told them what Nola and I were doing. I just knew I was dead. I'd been wanting to do things with my sister you're not supposed to do with your sister, and doing things with another girl that I'm sure they imagined were worse than they were. There was a very long, very pregnant silence. I was about to try to talk my way out of it when Dad said, "Vivian, come with me." And they went to their bedroom. I walked over to where Mary was sitting, went around behind her chair, opened her vest, cupped both of her breasts, and said, "Since I'll be dead soon I just have to have one feel. Why did you spill your guts?" Mary leaned her head back against my chest and said, "I couldn't think of any lie big enough to cover us. Don't worry about it; it's not going to be as bad as you think. It will be a real relief not to have to hide what's going on or lie all the time. And by the way keep your hands to yourself." While in her mind she was thinking, this is going to be tough, I really like it when he touches me, but I know I shouldn't let him do it . . . Should I? "Ok, ok. What do you suppose Mom and Dad are doing?" "I'd guess they're either having some really good sex, or trying to figure out how to dispose of our bodies without getting caught." "Or maybe both. Let's give them another twenty minutes, then check to make sure they haven't committed mutual suicide . . . Just kidding." When they came back, I could have been caught with my hands full of breasts but I wasn't that lucky. Dad said, "Let's go to the dining room table and have a board meeting." When we were comfortably seated he continued, "Your mother isn't in agreement with everything I'm going to say but she's agreed I should handle this situation, so here's the drill. Have you had sex with each other?" "No." "No." "Have you had sex with anyone else?" "No." "No." "Are you close to having sex with someone?" "I think Ryan's closer than I am, dammit." "Is that right Ryan?" "Well, I'm sort of committed I guess." "What does that mean?" "I think that's where Nola Sue wants and expects it to go." "How long have you two been fooling around?" "Two days." "That long huh?" "And are you and Mary fooling around too." "No, but that's not my fault." "You're really experienced aren't you?" "Hey Dad, Ryan has a real talent. Nola Sue said he took her from a neurotic bundle of nerves to multi-orgasmic in two days. She said he's terrific at foreplay." "Maurice, why don't you take some lessons from your son? Even single orgasmic sounds good to me." Mary said, "Mom, have you been faking it all these years?" Mom didn't answer that one. "Ryan and I will have to take that up at a later date, for now rule one -- Mary and Ryan do not have intercourse with each other. Do you both understand and agree?" "Ryan?" "Yes I understand why it has to be that way but I don't like it." "Mary?" "Yes, I don't have any intention of playing house with my brother, but I have to warn you that I'm going to have a boy and soon. Ryan and Nola let me out of prison, but I missed five years of boy/girl stuff and I need to catch up. Like Now! If you and mom can't accept that fact, you'd better lock me in the attic because that's what it's going to take to stop me." "Rule two, Mary goes on birth control tomorrow." Mary said, "Now that I like." "Three, Ryan gets a large supply of condoms tomorrow." "Four, neither one of you has sex without the boy using a condom, and the girl being on the pill. "Why both Dad?" "Condoms protect from STD's and help prevent pregnancy. The pill isn't foolproof and neither is a condom but with both you have a good chance of not getting either." "What's STD stand for?" "Sexually transmitted disease." "Nobody either one of us would go to bed with would have a STD." "Famous last words. Don't ever make the mistake of counting on that while you're sleeping around. That's all the rules. I'll make a request that you be discreet. Don't rub your noses in the freedom you just got. There are still a lot of parents out there that won't like what we're doing and I'm not sure we wouldn't get in trouble with the law if somebody complained. Plus, a word of advice to both of you. Don't limit yourself to one partner. You're too young and inexperienced to even think you're able to pick your life's partner now. Spread it around and find out what you like and what you don't. You're mom and I would've had an easier time if we'd had more experience before we leaped into marriage. You've got the rest of high school and college to get through. That's it, any comments or questions?" Mary and I were both stunned; we had just been given permission to ignore all the outmoded sexual taboos by our parents, even if they didn't have much choice. Mary recovered first and said, "I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say this is the greatest present any parent ever gave any child in the history of the world. You've just made it possible for us to talk to you frankly about the most troublesome aspect of the lives of kids our age. It's something so unexpected I wouldn't have considered it even possible an hour ago." Mom and Dad both had tears in their eyes and so did Mary and I. I said, "Amen to that." ***** "Mom?" "Yes Mary." "What was the dress fashion when you were in high school?" "We were 'bobby soxers'." "What in the world is a 'bobby soxer'?" "We were called that because we all wore bobby sox." "And what are bobby sox?" "White cotton sox, almost like athletic sox of today with the top folded down twice. Every girl wore them exactly the same way and they were always white." "Why bobby?" "I have no idea where bobby came from, probably the same place as bobby pins." "What else did you wear?" "Hair very much like yours is now, pony tail and bangs. Hair was the largest variant allowed. Plaid pleated mid knee-length skirt. Various colors were allowed but the plaid pattern was always the same. Slick clinging rayon or nylon buttoned blouse to show off the bust or a tight clinging sweater when the weather was cool, and saddle oxfords. I know, what are saddle oxfords, come on and I'll show you." Mom and Mary went to rummage in some closet somewhere and left Dad and me in the dining room. He had a wistful look on his face as if he was remembering his days in high school. "Hey Dad, anything you want to talk about?" "I was just remembering when your Mother was dressing like that. She was so compellingly beautiful; I couldn't stay away from her. We finally got together about the middle of our senior year and started messing around. There were no birth control pills then and condoms were kind of hard to come by for young men. My father died when I was nine and my Mom didn't re-marry until I was fourteen. My step dad didn't warn me about unprotected sex, I guess he thought I already knew, so being very naïve about such things I managed to knock Mom up. We were lucky; it was late in the school year so we managed to graduate before it was obvious. Pregnant girls didn't finish school in those days. That of course was the end of formal education for us. Back then if your parents didn't have lots of money, a married couple with a child didn't do college." Mary and Mom came back, arms loaded with clothes and shoes, chattering and giggling and Dad shut up. "Mary said, "Mom do you think these clothes would fit me?" "I think so; you're about the same size as I was in high school. We wear the same size shoes and the rest should fit ok." "Mind if I try them on?" "No, be my guest. I sure don't have any place to wear them." Mary began taking off her clothes and Mom shouted, "Mary, stop that, Ryan and your Dad are in the room!" "Mom, everyone in this room has seen me naked except Ryan, and he may as well get it over with. After all, we are now a sexually liberated family, aren't we? Besides I think I may be becoming a bit of an exhibitionist, so let me practice please. "Oh well, what's the difference now." "Are these panties ok?" "Sorry, we didn't wear thongs or anything close to it. I'll get you something more appropriate from my room." Mary was totally nude; Dad was grinning and said, "Mary, you have one terrific body. You're on a par with Mom when she was your age and that's saying a lot. You're going to look like a million dollars in fifty's clothes." Mom came back with some old style nylon panties; they fully covered Mary from the waist, over her butt and abs to below her hips. Mary said, "Mom these are real comfortable. They don't ride up or get in your crack or anything. I wonder why we changed to almost nothing; the thongs today are really uncomfortable." "Mary, I don't think fashion and comfort ever met each other. At least they don't speak the same language. Let's finish dressing you, I'll show you how to fold your bobby sox tops." "Mom, how many sets like this do you still have?" "Oh I don't know maybe four or five." "Do you think we could still buy them somewhere?" "There may be some around in antique clothing stores, and if you start a fad, somebody will rush to make them again I'm sure." Mom got Mary fixed up and they went to look in the full-length mirror in her room. Dad said, "What do you think compared to the way girls dress today?" "I think those clothes are way better. They make Mary look clean, neat, and becoming. What did the guys wear back then?" "Khaki pants with cuffs and a crease, sport shirts, leather shoes, almost no one wore a hat except adults, and baseball caps didn't come into style for a long time." Mary came back and Mom went to the kitchen to start dinner. Mary said, "What do you think Ryan? Should I wear this to school tomorrow and try to start a new dress fad?" "Mary you look fantastic, if you wear that blouse without a bra, every guy you meet in the hall is going to try to cop a feel and see if your breasts are real and that well shaped without support. Wearing that outfit is sure going to cause a stir with the girl crowd. I hope you can bring that style back, I don't like the way girls look today. It's almost like they're in a 'how sloppy and un-sexy can we look' contest." "Ok, with five sets I can get by the rest of the year if I have to. I'm going to go for it." Mom set up an appointment with the doctor to get Mary on birth control, and Dad advanced me a dozen of his condoms until I could get a supply. "Don't use those all tomorrow; stretch them out a little till you can get a gross. It looks like you're going to need them." ***** I was right, when we got to school the girls were glaring at Mary, the boys were staring at her, and some of the older women teachers were nodding their heads in approval. She said, "The fabric of this blouse rubbing against my nipples is arousing." "I can see that, and I'll bet everybody else can too. You're enjoying being the maverick aren't you Mary?" "Yeah, it's such a turnaround; I'm a little uneasy with no experience at being in the limelight." "Well enjoy it, you've got it coming, and you learn fast." The hall was crowded, and kids were pushing and shoving trying to get to Mary. We were separated so I went on to class. It was a rather uneventful day for me but I couldn't wait for more hand work with Nola, and the debriefing I was going to get from Mary tonight. Nola Sue was already in her chair in band when I got there. I winked at her as I went by and she grinned and did a waving motion with her hand like she was fanning her crotch. I guess she's still likes me. I'm a little worried how to handle the birth control issue with her, since she can't get the pills without her mom knowing, we may have to settle for foreplay forever. I hope not, I was counting on her being my first.