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The Abbey Farm Curse.
Chapter Five.
Tuesday night, the night that Angie and I ended up in bed together and the night we had our joint "hallucination", was one of very little sleep for me (I'm saying "hallucination" in inverted commas because I had no other word for it even though it doesn't seem to fit quite right). It wasn't just that I'd had sex with someone I'd been warned to leave alone, although that in itself might well have been enough, given my experience of my mother's temper, but it was what had happened afterwards that gave me such insomnia. That was something I just couldn't figure out, and I went over and over it trying to find some logical explanation.
I still wasn't sure if it had actually happened or if it had been a dream or really had been an hallucination. Maybe we had actually travelled back in time as Angie had first believed, or maybe we only thought we had. Perhaps the events we'd seen, or thought we'd seen, had been echoes of real events, things that had actually once happened in our new home, although more than likely they were nothing more than the product of imaginations fired by the history that seemed to seep from every stone of the house. But although I was into history Angie wasn't turned on by the past in any sense of the word, so perhaps that was unlikely. There was something else I kept thinking about too. Why weren't we scared witless? Yes, we'd been a little frightened initially, but when that first shock had died down we seemed to take it all as a matter of course, especially Angie, who didn't seem fazed at all. Why weren't we both absolutely petrified and refusing to spend another night here? Why hadn't we run screaming from the building? We hadn't even felt the need to wake Willow and tell her.
I tossed and turned, going over everything that had happened, trying to find a connection between anything that had happened that day that might have triggered a dream or something to apparently make us able to see people in the past. The only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was my making love to Angie, and that certainly qualified in that respect. But how can having sex with someone trigger that sort of vision, or hallucination, or whatever you want to call it.
Come to that, why were we so incredibly horny anyway? Was it possible it was because of where we were? It didn't sound very likely, but then neither did being able to have either a real or imaginary post coital look around the house as it had been two or three hundred years or so ago. The only valid but unhelpful conclusion I eventually came to was that I really didn't know. I figured it was likely that our view of the past must have been an hallucination, but then how had we both had it at the same time? What if Angie was right and we really had taken a look backwards? I didn't have any real evidence for any of the theories that pushed and hustled their way through my mind, and so in the early hours of the morning I finally gave up, purposely trying to clear my head of thoughts altogether and get some rest. Sleep must have come eventually I suppose, because suddenly it was morning and time to get up again.
Having dragged myself out of bed I showered, had a lonesome breakfast, neither girl having surfaced, and prepared my list for the plumbers merchants where I had to go for supplies. I must admit I was quite glad Angie wasn't up, because I don't know if I could have looked her in the eye. But I needed someone awake in case the workmen turned up to install the damp course, so I was pleased when Willow rose before I had to wake one or the other of them. I wasn't sure if the foul look she gave me was down to my asking her to look out for the workmen or for something rather more personal. Maybe she'd heard us in bed and maybe not - I wasn't going to ask. I was just glad to escape the house for a little while.
When I got back I was knackered, mentally and physically exhausted, my lack of knowledge of plumbing had been laid bare and I was pretty sure I'd been sold things in my ignorance that we didn't actually need. I'd found it difficult to concentrate and to keep my mind on what I was doing, and so I'd pretty much taken the salesman's word for what I needed. I parked the car and then before I even got out I started going over events from the night before in my mind again, and the more I thought about things the weirder and more unlikely they seemed. At first when we'd moved into Abbey Farm I thought we were naturally feeling a bit frisky, but things had gone a long way past that point. I couldn't cope with the way I felt at all, especially with what it had led to. And that was something I had to face up to in the immediate future. I leaned back in the car seat trying to get myself psyched up to face Angie and the consequences of last night, but with no longer concentrating on actually driving I was having trouble even staying awake. In the end I levered my eyelids back open and forced myself out of the car and into the house.
Lady Luck, it seemed, had not yet discovered my shortcomings, because a note informed me that the workmen weren't coming until Friday and the girls had gone into town. I breathed a sigh of relief and, with the day now clear of appointments with surveyors, workmen, officials, or any other of the hordes that seem to descend on any renovation, I did the few things I absolutely needed to do and gratefully went back to bed.
I think I'd probably slept for about at least two or three hours before I awoke with a start from a dream in which it was raining. I opened my eyes convinced for some reason I was not alone and looked around to find Angie standing beside my bed, wearing just a bath towel and with her hair wet from the shower. She was leaning over me and gently shaking my shoulder. Well, at least I knew where rain in that dream had come from.
'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I know you didn't want me to wake you, but you had left your door open and I needed to catch you on your own while Will's busy in the kitchen getting lunch ready.'
Still only half awake, I looked at her in confusion and, thinking that she probably wanted me to explain our vision, asked with a certain amount of trepidation. 'What for?'
She took a deep breath. 'How do you feel about what we did together?'
'You mean about us going to bed with each other?'
At least I wasn't going to have to broach that subject myself now.
She nodded. 'Yes, does it bother you? You know, with us soon to become related?'
That, more than anything was what bothered me, it felt like incest even though it wasn't.
'Yes, it does a bit,' I admitted. 'It shouldn't really have happened.'
She looked downcast as I struggled for the words to explain properly.
'Look, I know there's no real reason why we shouldn't, legally or morally, but it just doesn't seem right. And you know that your father and my mother are not very happy about us being on our own here in the first place. So we mustn't keep doing it.'
'Why not?' she asked quietly. 'Wasn't it nice enough to take a risk?'
I reached out and took her hand. 'Hell Angie, of course it was, but...'
'Why, don't you want to?'
I did, I did, but....
'Of course I do, it was fantastic, but....'
There seemed to be so many objections and yet none of them seemed that important. But we had to act responsibly.
'Why then?'
I tried to organize my thoughts into something simple. 'Two reasons. Firstly, we can't start up a proper relationship because our folks wouldn't let us, and trying to keep it quiet for long would be impossible.'
I looked up at her and took a deep breath before saying what was tiptoeing unwelcome into my mind. 'And what about what happened afterwards? Did we see the past because of what we did?'
'I don't think so. I know I thought it might have at the time, but not now I've thought about it. It wouldn't make sense.'
'So us having sex had nothing to do with seeing other people having sex, whether it was an hallucination or whatever.'
'I don't see how it can be.'
'No, nor can I,' I said thoughtfully, 'but I keep getting this funny feeling that it was.'
'I bet it's nothing like the funny feeling you gave me.' She giggled sexily.
'Now don't start that again.' I couldn't help but smile.
We looked at each other and I'm sure she was doing exactly the same as me, remembering the pleasure we had given each other the night before. My tired cock twitched in recollection until I deliberately steered the conversation back to our weird experience before we started getting carried away again.
'So you don't think that there's a link between what we did and what we saw?' I asked her.
'No. Why should there be?' She repeated.
'What do you think we ought to do about it?' I asked.
'Don't see why we need to do anything,' she answered. 'We couldn't do anything about it when it happened, and I don't suppose it'll happen again.'
'I'm not so sure.' I told her, again it was just a feeling I had.
'I half wish it would. You've got to admit it was something different.'
'It was that all right.'
I had no wish to repeat the experience, even if it meant keeping away from Angie, who, I had to admit, looked bloody attractive just wrapped in a towel. My experience in her arms I would gladly repeat, it was what we experienced afterwards that I was eager to avoid. But nevertheless my mind was seeing what lay beneath that one layer of towelling. She was making me feel randy just by being there and I could feel my hand wanting to peel away that layer. As if knowing what I was thinking Angie unconsciously rewrapped the towel tightly around her, incidentally displaying a bit more of her beautiful breasts than she intended. I couldn't help but gaze at the bumps in the towelling. My cock lengthened a little in response. I didn't have a hard on yet, but it wouldn't take a lot more to get me there.
'Stop staring at my tits.' She remonstrated, her eyes smiling even as she did so.
'I wasn't.' I protested vainly, hastily shifting my eyes to her face.
'Yes you were. And anyway, if you want to look you've only got to ask.'
Her voice had gone husky and I knew she was feeling as horny as I was. It wasn't right, it was happening far too easily again, but I couldn't stop myself from answering.
'Go on then.'
She didn't speak, she turned and deliberately closed the door before returning to stand straight in front of me, then she just tugged the ends of the towel loose and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing naked and looking incredibly desirable. My memory hadn't failed me, she looked as gorgeous as before and I just lay back and stared at her, my proverbial tongue hanging out. For a short while she just stood and let me stare with a smile of satisfaction on her face, and then she moved forward and picked up a corner of the duvet.
'Budge over then. It's cold standing here with nothing on.'
I moved over without speaking and gave her room to climb in beside me, feeling her thigh, still cool and damp from the shower, press against mine. Part of my mind was fighting against what was happening, but the rest, and the stronger part, was all in favour. I put my arm around her shoulders and then tried to satisfy my conscience with a very weak complaint.
'We can't keep doing this, Angie.'
'Shut up. You want it as much as I do.'
The trouble was, she was right. I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, her damp hair streaking my face, and wondered how we had got so hot again so easily. Her hand reached across and took hold of my semi-flaccid cock, coaxing a response from it whether I wanted it or not.
'Stop it Angie.'
'Don't be so boring. Let things happen for once in your life.'
What could I say to that? I couldn't ever remember being so straightforwardly told off by her and she caught me totally unprepared - or that's what I told myself later. In truth her fingers were now running up and down my shaft so softly and sexily that I couldn't help responding, and my reluctance was melting away like snow in a furnace.
'Mmmm, feels like something's waking up,' she told me with a lascivious smile. 'Let's take a look.'
Before I could make any answer she had kicked the duvet clear, leaving us both lying naked on the bed. Normally this would have been my dream scenario, to be on a bed with a gorgeous naked and willing girl, but I wasn't sure what I dare do about it in the circumstances, so I sort of relaxed back and let Angie get on with it. Yeah, I know, the chicken's way out. For a couple of minutes she wanked me steadily, her eyes fixed on my cock, but then, as soon as I began to show signs of enjoyment, she stopped and looked at me lustfully before she simply rolled onto her knees and straddled me, holding my cock and guiding it towards her descending pussy.
'I'm sorry, Gary, I'm feeling so fucking randy again. I don't know why but I need it right now. Oh, and it feels so bloody good!'
Her last exclamation came when my cock found her wetness and slid right inside as she sat down on me. I wasn't going to argue with her description either, it did feel bloody good. Good enough to bring a groan of pleasure from my lips. At least, the sensible part of my brain told me before lust took over, at least she's feeling as confused about this as I am.
She rode my cock forcefully, rising until it was only just inside her and then plunging down to take the full length of my shaft, then she sat down hard, wriggling her hips to rub herself hard against my pubes, all the time looking from me with a lustful smile on her face.
'God, Gary. You don't know what you're missing by being a guy. You can't beat having a cock inside you.'
'Oh yes you can,' I told her, 'by having your cock right up inside a girl.'
'I wouldn't swap,' she assured me, 'I'd prefer a man inside me any day.'
She was getting more and more turned on and she went back to riding my cock without speaking, slamming herself down onto it and groaning with delight. It's difficult to describe how sexy it was. I had Angie impaling herself on my cock, with her full breasts bouncing and dancing before me, while at the same time I was conscious of Willow only a few doors away across the landing and who might very easily hear us and come to investigate. But then my balls began to fill and suddenly I couldn't have cared less one way or the other, all I wanted was to feel my shaft sliding in and out of Angie's warm wet tunnel and to know that I was soon going to fill it with my cream for a second time. Then Angie, also getting closer to coming, leaned forward to rest her hands on my shoulders and I could feel her swinging nipples grazing against my chest. If I hadn't already been climbing towards a climax, then that beautiful sensation would surely have got me there. As it was my balls started to tighten and the fire of an impending climax began to burn at the root of my cock.
'God, Angie, I'm coming!' I gasped in warning.
'Me too,' she replied through gritted teeth.
That was it. With a deep animalistic growl I came, spraying my cum deep into her throbbing passage, each spurt accompanied by an involuntary thrust of my hips to meet her downward plunge. Angie's eyes squeezed shut as she came too, groaning and gasping her pleasure as she pushed herself hard against me to get the deepest penetration for my gushing cock.
After we had finished Angie crumpled on top of me, still kneeling with my cock inside her, but with her body lying on mine and her face resting against my cheek. She was panting from her exertions and trembling from her orgasm, and so I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight while I too recovered my breath. After a minute or so she looked round to face me and kissed me almost chastely on the lips.
'Thank you Gary, I don't know what started it, but it was wonderful.'
I was going to agree totally, but before I could so much as open my mouth my world began to shrink and my hearing started to fade, and I realised the window into time was opening again. I barely had time to register a hand closing frantically around my wrist to let me know that Angie was having the same experience before surf pounded in my ears, my sight faded to a point, and I was out of it.
As my sight cleared and the roaring in my ears died away I heard Angie swearing, a strangled kind of swearing as if she was trying hard not to but couldn't quite manage it. I vaguely made out a complaint about not being able to have a shag in peace, but then both of us sat bolt upright and gazed around in curiosity tinged with alarm, silenced by looking at bedroom from late Victorian times, complete with brass bedstead, marble topped washstand and dressing screen, a hideous floral wall paper, and the same monstrous fireplace now partly hidden behind a lacquered screen. It wasn't a library this time, but it was still the same room, just nearer to the present and now divided into our bedrooms, and we were still in what would become mine.
'Why has this happened again?' Angie asked, seeming more annoyed than frightened.
There could be no denying a connection between what we had done and what we were seeing now.
'I don't know, presumably because you and I got it together again. Something doesn't seem to like us having sex.'
I'd said it more as a jest than anything, but Angie nodded her head gravely in agreement.
'Damn this bloody house!' She exclaimed vehemently, looking wildly around the room as if for someone or something to shout at.
But this time we appeared to be on our own, the bed was empty at least, although it was piled with sheets and blankets and obviously in regular use. It was not a wealthy room, the wardrobes, two huge mahogany monstrosities, showed much sign of wear, as did the pair of battered old bedroom chairs, and even the jug of the willow pattern jug and bowl set on the wash stand was chipped. We were being shown the farm after the nobility had abandoned it and when it was rented out to far less impressive tenants. I was about to comment on this when Angie raised her hand to stop me.
'Shush,' she said, 'I can hear something.'
Automatically I went silent and listened, although for a moment I couldn't make out what Angie was talking about. But then I heard it myself, a faint rapid breathing that seemed to be coming from what would have been Angie's room back in our day (or was that forward in our day?).
'Come on, let's go and find out what's happening.' Angie made to walk to the door.
'But we've got no clothes on!'
I knew how silly that observation sounded the moment I made it.
'Doesn't matter,' Angie reminded me. 'We found out last time that nobody can see us, and you said so yourself.'
Suitably chastised I rolled my eyes in self-derision and nodded before listening more carefully. We could hear short little gasps interspersed in the breathing, gasps that sounded erotic in origin.
'Come on,' Angie giggled, 'I know what I think someone's doing.'
She disappeared into the corridor.
I climbed more slowly to my feet intent on following, but before I could even get to the door she called back to me from the corridor.
'You come and look at this.' Her voice had laughter in its tone.
'Okay, on my way.'
Angie was standing in the doorway of what was, or would become, her bedroom, watching something with excited interest. The gasps were getting louder and as I reached the door myself I could see why. In the room, sprawled across an iron bedstead, was a naked woman with her legs wide apart, a man crouching between them, his face buried in her pussy. She had her eyes closed and she was gripping his hair tightly, pulling him into her and grinding her hips around as if she was about to come. Beside, on the far side from our point of view, stood another man, also naked and with his penis fully erect.
Angie glanced at me as I joined her. 'She's doing all right for herself, isn't she? With two men queuing up for her.'
She said it in little more than a whisper, instinctively lowering her voice even though she knew that they couldn't hear her.
It wasn't just in quantity that she was doing all right for herself. This was a woman who I would guess to be in her late fifties, her mousey brown hair was profoundly shot with grey and her heavy body was more than beginning to show the sags and wrinkles of age. On the other hand her paramours were both in their early twenties, well-muscled and fit looking young men in their prime. Why they would wish to bed this hairy legged specimen of aging femininity was beyond me. But then, I had a beautiful naked girl with me who was quite a bit younger than I was.
'There's no accounting for taste,' I remarked, making Angie smile.
As I stood there watching the trio before us I automatically scanned the room, trying to place it in time. It was not the present day, that was for sure, in fact the same kind of big bedstead, heavy chests of drawers and marble topped washstand placed it firmly in the same Victorian times as my room, especially with sepia prints of severe men and women adorning the walls. So at least I knew now that it wasn't different rooms for different times. Now I had some idea of the when if not the why of where we were, and I suppose, watching the young man performing oral sex on his partner, it was good to know that some pleasures haven't changed. It occurred to me suddenly that all three of the people before me probably lay in the churchyard in the village below the hill if what we were seeing really was an echo from the past, and I shuddered with an unexpected chill at the thought. I realised now that I fully believed that these were real people from earlier years that I was watching and not just figments of my imagination.
Angie looked up at me in alarm as she felt me shiver, but I just smiled at her, hung my arm over her shoulder and reassured her.
'It's all right, just a bit of a draught.'
'The same as before,' she said, mistakenly believing I'd felt the same nipple raising draught as when we'd first arrived.
Meanwhile, as we spoke, the woman on the bed reached her climax, panting and gasping, and lifting her hips from the bed to push them harder at her lover, who was still sucking and licking at her pussy, his eyes raised up to watch her reactions. Soon, with her fingers still loosely entwined in his hair, the woman sighed and slumped back limply onto the bed, her orgasm spent.
'I wish we could go as easily as she can come,' Angie remarked, giggling at her own pun.
'Don't worry, I'm sure we will,' I tried to reassure us both, perhaps especially myself.
'Right Tom, you best roger me before Fred gets back and catches us, or you'll both be looking for new jobs and we'll need new stockmen.'
The sudden sound of the woman's voice made us both jump, even though it came gently with the melodic lilt of Wales behind it, the soft sound at odds with her rough appearance. Fred, it seemed to me, was probably the farmer and she his wife, bedding his workers in a set-up as old as time.
On the bed the farmer's wife had rolled over and was raising herself onto her hands and knees, her plump behind stuck out towards the man who had been down on her, ready to be taken. He shuffled into position behind her, guiding his cock towards her entrance, while she looked towards the other young man and indicated to him to kneel before her.
'Come on, Joseph, let's see what you've got for me today.'
The two men entered her at the same moment, Tom thrusting his cock in from behind and Joseph pushing his into her open, waiting mouth. They paused and then, as if with well-practiced precision, began to thrust into her together in a classic spit roast while she held herself still and sighed contentedly around Joseph's cock.
Angie spoke before I could collect my thoughts, 'How do we know there isn't another load of people from a different time here watching as well?'
That was something that hadn't occurred to me and I looked down at her.
'You don't think anyone was watching us earlier on, do you?'
I don't know what made me make that connection, but I do like to do my lovemaking in private.
'If they were, then good luck to them,' Angie giggled softly, the sound totally out of place. 'But as we can never know I don't see how it matters.'
'I wonder what they'd think if they knew we were watching.' I asked, referring to the threesome on the bed and quickly steering the talk away from our own possible exhibitionism.
'They wouldn't care,' Angie asserted, 'look at them.'
My head automatically swivelled towards the bed, where Tom was gripping hard onto the woman's hips and thrusting deeply into her, his head thrown back and his eyes closed in ecstasy and, at the other end, Joseph simply knelt with his hands on his hips, enjoying her mouth sliding up and down the length of his shaft.
But then, no sooner had the image registered again than my vision began to close in again and I knew our trip was ending.
When we came around I fuzzily expected us to be slumped uncomfortably in a doorway, but I soon realised we weren't. It took a few moments for peripheral vision to return and for us to grasp that we were back in my bedroom and on my bed. For several minutes we sat there, attempting to adjust to these sudden shifts in time.
'I guess there's going to be more like that when we fuck again, isn't there,' Angie commented after a while.
'Not every time, I hope,' I told her. 'Or it's going to put me off.'
'At least we got to see a different time,' Angie remarked, and then her face brightened. 'And now we know that we aren't going to get stuck in the past.'
'I still think we don't actually go there,' I told her. 'We just see it. Or how come we were back on the bed when it ended?'
'But why is it happening?'
'I don't know the answer to that, Angie, but I think we're going to have to tell Willow about it and that isn't going to be easy.'
'Why?'
'Because who can tell if she might get caught up in it somehow, and anyway, it's only fair that she knows what's going on,'
'Yeah, you're right, and sooner you than me.'
Having placed the ball firmly in my court she clambered from the bed and went back to her own room to dress, waving a careless hand in my direction as she went through the door. Thanks Angie.
I'd pulled on some clothes and was just tying my shoe laces when Willow's voice from across the landing announced that the food was ready, long before I was geared up to tell her what was happening, or to answer the inevitable questions. Never mind, I would just have to do the best I could. Angie came out of her room as I passed and raised enquiring eyebrows, asking if I'd worked out how to explain things to Willow. I shrugged, unable to give her a proper answer.
'We'll play it by ear.' I told her in a whisper.
Willow could tell something was amiss the moment we sat down, preoccupied and silent, and she sat quietly waiting for us to speak for as long as she could. Eventually she could put up with us wordlessly pushing food around our plates no longer.
'Okay, what's the problem?'
'Something's happened and you need to know about it.' Angie began, beating me to it.
'Go on then. Let's hear it.'
Angie looked around at me for help, passing the problem straight back.
'Last night,' I started hesitantly. 'Well, last night... You see, Angie and me... We sort of...'
'Oh for Pete's sake,' Willow interrupted, annoyed at my hesitation.
'Last night Gary fucked me, or rather I fucked Gary.' Angie blurted it out in a sudden rush.
Willow turned to look at Angie, astonishment clear on her face.
'What?'
'We went to bed together last night.'
It suddenly occurred to me that this was almost a repeat of what she and Willow had told me a day or two before. For what seemed like an age Willow stood looking from me to Angie and back again, a multitude of different expressions flickering across her face just like they had mine.
'Well, I suppose I'm not surprised,' she said finally, coming to terms with the idea. 'You've been looking at each other like that ever since we got here.'
I hadn't thought it had been obvious and I felt a warm flash of embarrassment at being read so easily. A warning bell also went off telling me to be extra careful around our respective parents if Willow had interpreted the signs that easily.
'Was it a one off, or the start of something deep and meaningful?' She asked, mocking us gently.
'Well, it wasn't a one off,' Angie told her gravely, 'because we've just done it again this afternoon.'
'You don't hang about when you get started, do you?' Again she spoke with a gently mocking tone, but this time with an edge to it. I wondered suddenly if there was a little jealousy there.
'It's been only twice.'
'And that's because you've only had the two opportunities since you decided to start shagging each other.'
'What do you mean by that' Angie rose to the bait.
'Oh nothing, but I did wonder if you intended to fit a little work in between sessions.'
It was getting out of hand, and we still hadn't managed to talk about the more serious matter of our hallucinations.
'Pack it in girls.' I stood up to emphasise my meaning. 'Right now we don't need you two fighting.'
Willow stood up to face me. 'And I don't need to hear about Angie's conquests.'
This time jealousy blazed in her eyes before her features crumpled into tears and she fled from the room.
'That went well.' I remarked dryly as I sat down again, as much to myself as anyone.
Angie reached across the table and put her hand over mine. 'Never mind Gary, she'll come round. It's only teenage hormones.'
The unconscious humour of that remark coming from someone actually a few months younger than Willow herself made me smile in spite of the circumstances.
'Okay Angie. We'll tell her when we get the chance, but let's make it after she's got over the idea of us sharing a bed.'
And by then maybe I'll have figured out what to say and how to say it without starting a war, I thought to myself.
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