The Abbey Farm Curse Ch. 02

The Abbey Farm Curse.

Chapter 2..

You know what it's like when you wake up disorientated in a strange room and so I woke in the morning wondering who the hell had been in during the night and installed such a monster of a fireplace in my lovely modern bedroom, and then I remembered where I was and that this was a very different and very much older bedroom. What made it all the more confusing was the dream I'd just been having in which a fire had been burning in that very same fireplace, although in my dream the fireplace was in a library rather than a bedroom, and so it took me several minutes to get my head on straight and to figure out for sure what was real and what wasn't. When I'd finally got my brain working I assumed that the dream was triggered by the unfamiliar surroundings I went to sleep in and I pushed it to the back of my mind.

We were still suffering from an overdose of enthusiasm, so after breakfast we started the job of chipping off all the plaster on the ground floor up to about three feet from the floor, ready for the workmen to install the damp course. Our joint family budget wasn't endless and we'd figured what we could do ourselves, we would. The plaster was cold and damp and it wasn't clinging to the walls too enthusiastically, so the job wasn't half as difficult as we'd expected, which was just as well as we often had to go much further up the walls than we had intended in order to find some that was still solidly attached. I can't say it was a pleasant job, the place smelled musty and the plaster was clammy to the touch, but it could have been worse. It was made more bearable by some of the revealing and occasionally very rude graffiti that had been inscribed on the surface over the years, and which we now read and chuckled at before destroying. We did wonder who J. T. was, whose initials were combined in hearts with at least four other sets of different initials in various places. Good luck to the guy I say, whoever he was.

We took it in turns, one hammering and chiselling, another shovelling into a barrow, and the third emptying the barrow into a skip, and I must admit I was impressed by the strength and willingness of both girls, who were fighting well above their weight with heavy barrow-loads of plaster. They were in danger of making me look lazy. The result was that by the time we quit at the end of the day we had pretty much broken the back of that particular chore and we were well pleased with ourselves. A quick shower each and we were ready to eat. By now we'd worked out a rota for chores and as it was my turn to cook I figured I'd impress them with my signature dish, a chicken-tikka-masala which, though I say it myself, is to die for. I would have done it too, but we didn't have half the ingredients and so we had to make do with rice and chilli-con-carne from a tin before we settled to watch the little portable television with its inevitably snowy picture.

I'm not sure what was on, because I spent most of the evening with my eyes closed. Not asleep, you understand, definitely not asleep, just resting my eyes. No? No, the girls didn't believe it either. When I opened them at one point during the evening I was just in time to see Willow making for the door, showing more common sense than me by going to bed. Seconds later, or so it seemed to me, I was nudged in the ribs by Angie who, with a dimpled smile all over her smug face, told me it was midnight and the best place to sleep was in bed. I protested feebly that I wasn't asleep before stumbling to my feet and following her across the landing towards our bedrooms.

As we passed the top of the stairs I was nudged again.

'Listen!' Angie instructed my sleep bewildered ears.

I listened, and all of a sudden I wasn't the slightest bit sleepy.

'Oooh!' Came a female voice.

'Oooh!' The sound was repeated, and then it was repeated again, and again, coming from Willow's room at fairly regular intervals.

'Can you hear it?' Angie asked in an excited whisper.

I nodded in reply, a knowing grin spreading across my face.

'Is it what I think it is?' she asked.

'That depends what you think it is,' I teased her, trying my hardest to embarrass her youth.

'Is she...? You know.'

'Masturbating? Oh yes, I think she is, don't you?' I asked her, smiling broadly, my memory flitting back to her upright nipples.

'Oooooooh.' This one was louder and more prolonged.

Angie and I stood outside Willow's door and unashamedly listened to her playing with herself, picturing what was happening behind that door and knowing that very soon she was going to orgasm and we were going to hear her. It gave me, and Angie too I think, a strange kind of perverse thrill to be eavesdropping on her friend's intimate moments. We gazed at each other with shiny eyes and giggled silently.

'Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh, Yes!' Willow was getting closer and we could almost hear the bed bouncing as she strummed harder and faster.

'Oooh! Yeesss! Yeesss! Yyeeesssssss!' There was no mistaking the moment she orgasmed, she shouted her triumph out loud, obviously caring little who heard her. We stood outside her door, imagining the sight it concealed, and looked at each other in shock at her uninhibited vocals.

For half an everlasting minute Angie and I stood staring at each other, amazed at what we had heard, and then, brought back to reality by the sound of someone climbing from the bed and walking across the room behind the door, we scampered off to our own rooms and our own guilty thoughts.

It won't be any surprise for you to learn that as I undressed for bed I tried to picture the scene in Willow's bedroom, trying to see her in my mind's eye naked with her legs open and her fingers busy. I'd never seen Willow in the nude then, but god, what a lovely sight I knew it must have been. Willow is tall, straight backed and long limbed, with those china blue eyes in a cheeky little face, she is simply beautiful, and the thought of her lying naked only a couple of doors away was enough to raise the dead. I slipped into bed with a rock solid erection pleading for my guilty attention. I lay there with my hand wrapped around my shaft, pumping it gently and fantasizing about watching Willow masturbate. I could imagine her starting slowly, as I was, lightly playing with her clit, and then, as her arousal grew, she would begin to speed up, flicking and rubbing her little button, making it stand proud and erect like a miniature version of my own shaft.

I began to go faster myself, holding my shaft between thumb and two fingers and stroking the length of it more and more rapidly. Willow would have been doing roughly the same, using two fingers to stroke across her own tip and down its tiny length, making her slender hips begin to twitch and gyrate as her orgasm crept up on her. That would be when she began to moan and when Angie and I had heard her.

My own climax got closer, I could feel my balls beginning to tighten and a little hot spot start to develop in the base of my cock. I hoped when I came it would be as forcefully as when Willow did, though I prayed I could keep it quieter. Then as I got close I thought about her biting her lower lip as she also drew nearer, I imagined her raising her pelvis from the bed, and then leaving her clit to plunge her fingers deep inside herself for the last home stretch, those world shattering last few seconds before she came and when nothing else mattered but the wonderful liberation of orgasm. My cum gathered in my balls, my hand pumped hard and fast and I felt it begin to travel. My muscles squeezed, my cock twitched and the first gush raced down inside my shaft. As it did I pictured Willow's body tossing and jerking as her own climax hit, I looked in my mind at her wet and shiny pussy, letting my mind's eye travel up her body, over her flat and sweat shiny belly, to her breasts, larger than I had imagined, fuller and rounder, but with lovely engorged pink nipples. My spunk exploded from my cock, spraying across my stomach as I let my imagination travel from her breasts to her shoulders, one side moving rhythmically as her fingers thrust into her tunnel, and then up to her face, a face with mouth open and eyes tight closed, a face distorted with pure ecstasy - Angie's face.

If I hadn't already been in the throes of a climax I think I would have frozen with surprise, but my cock was still emptying my balls all over my belly, spurting cum in the strongest and most intense climax I'd had for years, and I just had to go with it. I felt shock, disbelief and a high degree of confusion to find I had wanked to a vision of Angie. Not Willow with whom my fantasy had started, but Angie, my soon-to-be stepsister, who had not figured in it at all at first, and I had no idea when or why my fantasy changed. I lay still for a long time after my breathing had returned to normal and my heart had stopped pounding, trying to get to grips with my thoughts. Did I really secretly lust after her, and was this fantasy my mind's way of saying I could look, but I'd better not touch? It seemed possible; after all, I had been trying to get a sly peek at her breasts only the day before. But then I'd been more interested in Willow's perky little nipples, so why didn't my thoughts stay with her? Eventually I fell into a perplexed and fitful sleep and woke up with a cum-crusty belly, more knackered and confused than when I had gone to bed.

Breakfast was strangely quiet. We gathered around the small Formica topped table in a tight little group, but silently focusing all of our attention down onto the cereal bowls in front of us. I knew why I didn't have a lot to say, and I could understand why Willow might be a bit withdrawn, but I was surprised at Angie, who kept giving me the most peculiar looks, as if she could read my mind and knew I was thinking about her. I hoped I hadn't unknowingly let the cat out of the bag by shouting out when I came in the way Willow had. If I had, then Angie in the room next door would have been bound to have heard. In that case I would have to use the old fall-back and simply deny everything.

The thoughtful silence between us continued for the rest of the day. We went back to stripping the plaster from the walls, but the atmosphere had inexplicably changed. There was almost no friendly banter, very little idle chat, only the talk necessary to get the job done. I think that at first all three of us were feeling particularly introspective, for whatever individual reasons, but as the day wore on it became accepted almost as normal and it seemed that none of us wanted to risk breaking that silence. So it became a strange day, but at least the work went quickly because we didn't stop to play about or gossip, all we did was work. Then just before we finished, when we were all packing away, Willow stopped, placed her hands on her hips and looked at myself and Angie.

'You both heard me last night, didn't you?' she asked bluntly.

Angie shook her head, not much and certainly not convincingly, but enough to deny Willow's accusation, while I stood there with my mouth open wondering what to the hell to say.

'Don't say you didn't because I know you did, I could hear you whispering.'

'Sorry Will,' Angie reluctantly admitted. 'We didn't mean to, but we couldn't help it.'

'Don't apologise.' Willow stopped her with a raised hand. 'I just wanted you to know that I knew...' she paused. '... and that I didn't mind.'

Willow's face went bright red as she said that last phrase, and so did Angie's. I suppose mine may have done too, but I couldn't tell, in any case I was too taken aback by Willow's remarks to take much notice.

'I've wanted to tell you all day, but I couldn't because you've both been quiet and so I thought you felt too embarrassed to talk about it.'

'We felt a bit uncomfortable at the time,' Angie answered for both of us. 'But we were more surprised than anything, and now I'm just glad you aren't mad.'

'I'm not, because you did me a favour.'

We both looked at her, bemused by the unexpected comment.

'As soon as I knew you had heard me, I was able to really let rip and let it happen without having to try and be quiet anymore.' She stopped again, and then looked up a little shyly. 'And it was the best I've ever had.'

She looked at us both hard. 'For some reason knowing that other people were listening made me even hotter than usual instead of making me stop, and I don't think I'd have cared if you'd both come in and watched me. In fact, if I'm going to be honest, part of me hoped that you would. I very nearly called out for you to come in but I thought I'd probably scare you away.' She hesitated, her blush intensifying and embarrassment taking over, and then she abruptly spun on her heels and ran out of the house, leaving Angie and I looking at each other in stunned amazement.

'What the hell do you make of that?' I asked her.

'I've no idea.' Angie looked as totally baffled as I felt.

For a short time we carried on tidying everything away, neither one speaking to the other, each of us lost in our own thoughts once more, but then Angie spoke again.

'Would you have?' she asked.

'Gone in and watched?' I asked back, knowing at once what she meant.

'Yes. Would you?'

Would I? Would I ever! The thought of openly watching Willow bring herself off would have had me through her door like an express train, but I daren't say so in case it made me a pervert in Angie's eyes. I hedged my bets.

'If I was really sure she wanted me to, then I probably would have, but only because it's what she wanted. What about you? She was talking to both of us you know.'

'I don't know, I think I would have done then, but I'm not so sure now.' Angie was going red again.

'Oh?' I made the exclamation into a question.

Angie was almost visibly squirming, as if there was something she desperately wanted to say but was too discomfited. She put down the brush she was wielding, leaning it against the doorway, and straightened to look at me, still red faced from embarrassment.

'Listening to Willow doing it last night really turned me on.' She told me finally, speaking very quietly.

'And me.'

'And I suppose I would love to have watched her if I'd known she wouldn't mind.' She went on as if I hadn't spoken.

'And me.'

'And so when I got to bed, I did exactly the same thing to myself. It was as if hearing her made me want sex really badly.'

'And me.... Angie, I had to have a wank, I got so fucking horny thinking about her.'

It didn't occur to me at the time how blunt and coarse my language was, or how unlikely the admission was, but Angie either didn't notice or didn't mind. And I didn't add 'and about you' either, as perhaps I should have. She was silent for a long time, though it was clear from her body language that she wanted to continue but was finding it difficult to articulate her thoughts. I kept quiet, knowing silence was the best way to get her to carry on. In the end she took a deep breath and went on.

'But I don't think you fantasised like I did.'

'As a matter of fact I did fantasise, I usually do.'

'Maybe. But not quite the way I did. I got off to a fantasy of having sex with someone.' She looked up and fixed me with a defiant stare. 'I got off fantasising about having full unprotected sex with you.'

It was my turn to be taken aback, that was something I'd never thought of and I was dumbstruck. How could we both have had simultaneous fantasies featuring each other? There was no way now I could tell her of my masturbation fantasy because she wouldn't believe it, thinking I only said it to make her feel better.

'So you see.' Angie started talking again, but with a tearful catch in her voice. 'If just thinking about watching Willow makes me fantasise about fucking you, what would actually watching do? I might want to step over the line and then what would you think of me? You'd only look on me as a silly little girl with a crush on an older man.'

'Don't worry, Angie,' I told her, lying through my teeth. 'You're safe. It takes two to tango you know. And about your question, I couldn't think anything bad about any girl who had the good taste to fantasise about me.'

I was trying to lighten the conversation, but Angie wasn't having any.

'It all seemed so different last night,' she spoke thoughtfully, her eyes seeing the night before. 'It was like anything was okay, as if all the rules had been taken away and nothing would be thought wicked.'

I knew exactly what she meant.

'Gary, I'm sorry,' she began again. 'I really don't know why I thought of you, but I must be honest and say that I did enjoy the fantasy, even though I knew I shouldn't. You won't let it come between us, will you?'

'It's okay, of course it won't.' I thought about it for a moment and then went on. 'It's odd, but ever since we arrived here we've all been feeling a bit frisky it seems (an understatement if ever there was one), so I'm sort of not really surprised about it. In any case, there's no law saying you can't enjoy a fantasy about whatever you like with whoever you like.'

'Just in my head or for real as well?' She looked at me wearing a lopsided jokey grin intended to make the question seem tongue in cheek, but her eyes said otherwise.

I looked at her in astonishment for a second time. That was something else I'd not expected. But then my brain went into autopilot and trotted out the expected, but not necessarily honest, answer. 'In your head, Angie, only in your head.'

'Okay then, let me put my cards on the table,' she said in a softly serious voice. 'If you ever wanted to bed me, I'd be very tempted to let you.'

'Forget it, Angie. You know that can't happen.'

There was a hard edge in my voice. I was taking a moral high ground I didn't feel, showing no compassion for what must have been a difficult admission and placing my guilt squarely on her shoulders. But then, I was being propositioned by a much younger girl who I never expected to come on to me, the very girl I'd been warned away from and to whom I would soon become related. I had to do something to make sure things didn't get out of hand, but knowing she was willing wouldn't make life any easier now I'd slammed the door so unsympathetically shut.

'I know,' she said it regretfully, speaking more to herself than to me.

We carried on tidying away in a heavy silence, both of us I think more than slightly shocked at what had passed between us and not sure how things would be from now on. A massive gulf had suddenly opened and, as at least some of it was my fault, I figured I had to make the first move to bridge it.

'If we did anything with each other,' I said abruptly, 'how do you think I'd feel when you found yourself a proper boyfriend? And that's bound to happen with a gorgeous girl like you.'

She looked at me in surprise, and then after a few seconds while she mulled the comment over a smile came over her lips and she reached out and took my hand.

'Gorgeous, eh?' She giggled. 'Well thank you kind sir.'

She couldn't have really been convinced by such an obvious bit of flannel, but she accepted the offered olive branch in good grace and the gulf was bridged, at least partially, and mostly because we both wanted it to be. We put the tools away and dusted ourselves down before leaving the dilapidated ground floor and going back upstairs into something that resembled civilisation. I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't had to explain the real reason. I was frightened of my own morality, yes, but I was scared of my mother's reaction more. She hadn't forgiven me for playing around with the teaching assistant yet. Getting it on with her fiancé's daughter would have been tantamount to treason.

'Should we say anything to Willow about us both getting turned on after hearing her playing last night?' Angie asked suddenly.

'Probably not, and certainly not unless she brings the subject up again. In fact I think we should all try and forget it altogether.'

I didn't understand why she'd asked that, and anyway I wanted to close a very uncomfortable subject before I accidentally admitted a desire to do some very intimate things with her.

'Yeah, you're probably right.' She helpfully dismissed the subject. 'Let's go and get some dinner; it's my turn to cook tonight.'

At first the conversation over dinner was somewhat stilted, as if the earlier atmosphere had not quite been cleared by Will and Angie's confessions. But as time and the meal wore on we were all back to normal, which meant laughing and teasing each other unmercifully - with only one subject taboo by mutual unspoken consent.

Once again the hard physical labour of the day had taken its toll and we all lounged around after having eaten, dozing and watching the television like a set of geriatrics until we thought enough of the evening had passed for us to push off to bed without seeming wimpish. Then as soon as Angie announced she felt tired both Willow and I feigned surprise and grudgingly agreed we might as well turn in too. I think we'd all quietly decided we'd go to bed at the same time tonight and so avoid the possibility of a repeat performance.

The strange thing is that no sooner had I closed my bedroom door and begun to undress than I felt as randy as hell again and I began to wish Willow would start up once more. This time, I promised myself, I'd take her up on her implied invitation to watch. I got into bed and lay on my back, my mind going back to last night's fantasy and my hand gently stroking one very hard cock. I hadn't wanted to wank because I was too damn tired, but it seemed my libido had other ideas.

For a little while I lay softly running my hand along my shaft, masturbating more in my head than in life but unable to leave my rock hard erection alone. It was an odd feeling, almost as if I was being driven to wank against my will, but as much as I wanted to sleep my mind turning over the events of the last day or so, and trying to figure out what they meant as far as I was concerned. I'd known Angie for a number of years, ever since my mother and her father got to know each other, and although I always saw her as a good looking girl I had never looked upon her as attractive in the sexual sense, just the same as with Willow. So why then had I now started to do just that, and more surprising still, why had she begun to look towards me that same way? I found it so hard to believe that I even wondered for a moment if it was a set up by our respective parents to see how reliable and trustworthy I actually was around her, especially after the fling that ended my marriage. Yeah, I know that's ridiculous, especially as it seemed to be involving Willow as well, but my head wasn't coping with it at all well.

That thought led me to the next one. Given the chance, would I actually do anything with either of them, most especially Angie? I knew I would be stupid if I ever did, for fear of anyone finding out, but then, my cock told me, if Angie was equally willing as she had very clearly intimated, why would she say anything to anyone about it anyway? I was being torn between an unexpectedly active libido and common sense. It really is true about cock and brain -- when one's hard, the other's soft!

But I couldn't get around the fact that I suddenly found Angie so sexually desirable, especially as she was so much younger than me, but then what normal man wouldn't fancy her, with all the bloom and freshness of youth and with a fabulous figure and breasts that just shouted out to be sucked? Actually, I must admit I'd never seen them, but my imagination last night had conjured up a beautiful pair to endow my fantasy with and I'd no reason to believe the real ones would be any less gorgeous. But then, weren't they Willow's that I'd pictured last night? My head was going around in circles, confused by the messages I was receiving, troubled by my own desires, and totally unable to make sense of any of it. Perhaps things would be clearer in the morning.

My hand was still gently stroking my shaft, my erection made all the harder for my train of thought. I was going to have to do something about it, I thought, or I'd never get to sleep. A good wank is always a good way of dropping off, but I was so tired that I couldn't even concentrate on that, and in the end I fell asleep anyway, with my cock in my hand and, as far as I know, still with a tremendous hard-on.