The Abbey Farm Curse Ch. 07

The Abbey Farm Curse

Chapter Seven

Luckily by the time I got back the two girls were friends again, in fact they were sitting on the sofa holding hands in a way that suggested that their friendship might have progressed further for a second time had I not interrupted. But maybe I was imagining things, for they didn't jump apart or look embarrassed or anything.

The first thing I needed to do was eat, I'd had nothing since early that morning, and so while I put a sandwich together I asked Angie if she'd make us all a coffee so that we could talk. She didn't argue, or ask what it was about; in fact she just got up and got three mugs together, the look on my face telling her that I was serious. We sat ourselves back down, two young faces gazing expectantly into my own grave aspect. I took a bite of ham with mustard and composed my thoughts.

'Okay,' I was looking mainly at Willow but including Angie in my gaze. 'We've all got to admit that we've been feeling horny ever since we got here, and you know what Angie and I have done, and what happened between you and her. Well I might have an explanation, or at least a part explanation, for why it's happening, but you'll have to take it on trust because it does sound more than a bit loopy. But before that, I need to finish telling you about me and Angie, because there was something that I haven't had chance to tell you.'

Now I was looking straight at Will, hoping she could accept what I had to say without rancour. She gazed back, her face determinedly neutral as if to say that she would listen but she didn't have to either like or believe.

'The first time Angie and I went to bed together,' I began, 'something happened afterwards that neither of us could explain.'

I paused, half hoping that Angie would help me out, but she kept her eyes looking resolutely at the table.

''Well anyway.' I began again. 'Right after we climaxed we both suddenly felt faint and we both passed out.'

'Wow! That must have been some sex!' Willow exclaimed, surprised in spite of herself.

'No, not through sex. No, we just sort of passed out. But the important thing is that when we came round we weren't in the same room that we'd started in.'

That got her attention. Her head swivelled to stare at both of us in turn with both disbelief and curiosity in her eyes. 'Then where the hell were you?'

'We were still in the same place, but the room had changed back into what it used to be like.'

Willow looked from one to the other of us again before her eyes settled on Angie, looking for confirmation.

'I know it doesn't make sense, Will,' she said solemnly, 'but I promise you that it's true.'

I took over again and went on to tell Willow all about it, about the two men and their slaves, about the fireplace, the library, and about the idea that we might be looking through a window back into time to see real events that happened long ago. Willow paid rapt attention; she had always been the mystical one ever since school according to Angie and so such things were probably easier for her to accept than for most people. All the same she had a hard time understanding what we said had happened, perhaps because neither I nor Angie really understood it either. We couldn't really explain if we had been there, or purely seen there, or even hallucinated the whole thing, not for sure anyway. The one thing Willow hooked onto really easily was the possibility that our having sex might perhaps have triggered it, whatever it was.

'Yeah, I suppose that could easily be possible,' she told us. 'Sex does release strong emotions, that's why sex magic is always so powerful.'

'And then it happened again yesterday. We made love and when we climaxed we had the same experience, except that this time it had become a Victorian bedroom and we were watching two men having a threesome with their boss's wife.'

Again I filled her in on some of the details; trying to convince her of our truthfulness until eventually she nodded her head in understanding.

'Okay, so what you're saying is that you saw the same place but in a different century each time?'

'Yes, same place, give or take a yard or so.'

Willow shook her head in disbelief. 'I don't understand,' she said, as if to herself.

'At first we thought we'd had some sort of shared delusion, and then we thought we were seeing real events that had happened here and so we must have been through some kind of temporary time shift, but now I'm thinking that we don't actually go anywhere, we just look through a window, a portal of some kind that lets us see things that have really happened here.'

'And you reckon that there must have been slaves here once, as if it was a sugar plantation?' She asked.

'I don't see why not, the aristocracy weren't above having slaves as servants in those days, especially if they had links to the West Indies or America.'

'Hmm, maybe.' Willow wasn't sure.

'Well, they behaved like slaves and they looked like slaves,' Angie put in, 'and you know what they say about if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck.'

'And I bet there was quite a bit of philandering in Victorian times, even if they did hide the table legs,' I added, reminding them of the second time. 'So both times could easily have been some sort of manifestation of what had happened here in years gone by.'

'But how, and more to the point, why?' Willow asked.

'I might have a bit of the answer to that too.' I reminded them.

'Oh yes, you were going to tell us something.'

'Yes, when I was out this morning I ran into somebody up by the ruins who knows a bit about the history of this place, and she told me some things that might be relevant to what's been happening.'

'I hope it was someone from the present.' Angie observed, only faintly kidding.

'Yes, it was a living, breathing woman,' I smiled. 'Someone who does local history and she has some ideas about the place.'

In typically feminine fashion they were initially far more interested in June as a person than as an historian, but eventually, having told them, yes, she was good looking, and yes, she was a nice person, and no, she didn't have red hair, I managed to get their interest around to what I'd been told about the two 'hotspots' she had described and in general terms about their effects. I didn't give them all the details because, after all, I didn't want them to know I'd screwed the arse off of her and I didn't think June would be happy either if I was less than discreet with the very personal information she'd related to me. I merely told them she had reason enough to believe what she'd said was true, and if we thought about it, then so did we.

'But that means what you're saying' Willow interjected, 'is that if those two places really do make people feel horny, for whatever reason, then everything that we've done here is down to that, and not us?'

'Looks like it.' I agreed.

Both of them went quiet as they absorbed the thought that the place they lived in, their new home, really was having an effect on their emotions and causing them to want and to do things they would have normally baulked at. It was a sobering thought, and it was now, as I related what I'd been told, that I wondered if we'd ever look at each other the same way again.

'What did she say about those weird time travel things we had?' Angie asked suddenly.

'I didn't tell her about them,' I replied, shrugging my shoulders in a tacit admission of cowardice.

'And she didn't say anything about having had anything like that happen?'

'No. I'm pretty sure she's not had anything like that kind of experience or she would have said.'

'Maybe we'll cool down a bit now we know about it,' Willow said, changing the subject back to our rampant urges. 'I mean, now we know that we're being influenced to feel sexy, maybe our minds will automatically refuse to give in to it.'

'I don't think so.' I answered. 'I mean, even after June and her friends knew about it they still felt it.'

'And,' I added as a thought struck me. 'I think it's getting stronger, and that's why we get to see others having sex here while nobody else has before.'

'Oh well.' Angie shrugged gloomily. 'Whether it does stop or not, that doesn't alter the fact that I enjoyed being with both of you, but I don't suppose that will happen again now, will it? Unless we can get over the fact that we're being manipulated, that is!'

I caught Willow flashing Angie a quick 'hope so' look.

'Do you think the time travel trips and the sexy places that made us horny are anything to do with each other?' She went on. 'And I wonder if we can find any more.'

I lowered my head in frustration, wasn't that what I'd been trying to get across to them? Didn't they understand? They didn't seem fazed at all; did they not see how serious it could become? 'Yes, I think they've got everything to do with each other, because one followed the other both times, and surely there can't be two weird things going on in one place, can there? But we can't look at it purely as license for a bit of fun.'

'Why not, they say a little of what you fancy does you good, don't they?' Angie asked me, smiling with exaggerated lasciviousness.

'I don't think you've understood,' I told her seriously. 'What is going to happen when everybody else arrives?'

They thought about that one in silence, and so I went on.

'You know about the man who got kicked out for what he was up to?'

They both nodded questioningly, the light not yet dawning.

'So what if he did that because of influence from one of those hotspots, and then what if your father starts to fancy you, Angie, or my mother gets the hots for me, what then? Somehow we've got to find a way of stopping this before the rest of them get here. If we don't then it would be impossible for us to live here in peace, because either our families would implode on themselves or we'll all end up in jail.'

Two pale faces gazed back at me as I finished my pronouncement. All of a sudden they could see the problems we faced and, like me, they had no idea how to solve them. The gravity of our situation was beginning to sink in and they now gave the subject the serious attention it needed, thankfully leading to the kind of discussion I'd been wanting and which the girls had now realised was essential. If we accepted, and we now did, that our need for sex and the openings into time were linked and that we were being influenced into doing things and then seeing what was presented to us, then it implied the involvement of something supernatural, as the things that had happened were clearly outside of any natural phenomena. We didn't like the idea of that at all, I mean, how do you combat the paranormal. But we couldn't see any alternative reasoning. It could also imply a purpose behind what was happening, and that was something none of us could imagine. That was the thing that really bothered us, because none of us had any idea what the purpose could possibly be. But what we could see were the alternatives that faced us, because if the rest of our future combined family turned up, then the effects didn't stand thinking about. The first alternative was that we could do nothing, and hope it would go away, something none of us believed would happen. It had been going on for far too long.

We could pretend that there were too many problems involved in the conversion and try and persuade them to sell. But we didn't think that would work either. It was their lifelong dream, especially Ma's, and wouldn't be abandoned easily. Or, we could tell them the truth, but the problem there was that they'd need proof, and that would be as bad as it gets. Angie and I would face disgrace for what we'd done, and with my track record over the young teaching assistant I'd be prime candidate for the promised family exile. Or, alternatively, everyone would get mixed up in a mad orgy, and that didn't bear thinking about either. The final alternative was the most difficult, but also the only one that seemed to hold out any hope for success. We would have to find out what was causing it and get rid of it, and for lack of a viable alternative that soon became our chosen course of action.

It seemed logical that whatever reason had started it off lay in the past, and so because the girls knew I was due to meet June on Saturday anyway I was solemnly charged with enlisting her help, as an historian, in finding that reason and tackling it. They also insisted that I bring her back to meet them, perhaps because they could guess from my voice that she might already mean something special to me and wanted to give her the once over. They were probably more observant about such things than I gave them credit for. That was all very well, but in the meantime we needed to know how to deal with its effects.

'What are we going to do about us?' I asked them.

'What about us?' asked Willow.

'Well, now that we know it's the place we live in that has made us fancy each other, how do we feel about what's been happening, and how do we behave from now on?'

'We don't know for sure it's this place,' Angie put in. 'That's only what we think right now. How do you know we wouldn't have wanted each other anyway?'

'We might have.' God, this was difficult to phrase! 'You're a very attractive girl, but don't you think it's a little bit much of a coincidence?'

'I don't know, but I think every young girl fancies an older man at some point or other. It happened to be now for me, and you weren't putting up much of a fight.'

I wasn't too keen on being thought of as an older man either, but I suppose to her I was.

'So why did you and I suddenly want each other?' Willow asked her.

'Oh, I don't know,' Angie replied crossly, seeing the gaps in her argument widen. 'But does it matter? We both enjoyed it, didn't we?'

They'd missed the real point again, so I tried to steer them in that direction. 'Look, the point is, are we going to feel uncomfortable about ourselves from now on, or are things going to continue?'

They thought about it for a moment, grasping at what I meant.

'I suppose we'll have to behave ourselves now, won't we, because otherwise we'll be turned off by the thought it isn't each other but our surroundings that wants us to fuck.'

I was trying to read Angie's face as she spoke, but I couldn't decide if she was disappointed or relieved at the prospect of ending things between us.

'I think before we make rash decisions we ought to see how strong this influence is, then we'll know what we can or can't do.' Willow was making sense again.

'How are we going to do that?' Angie asked.

'Why don't we simply say 'no' the next time we get so unnaturally turned on?' Willow pointed out the obvious answer. 'And see if we actually can resist.

'

'The next time?' Angie giggled. 'These days it seems I'm always turned on.'

'Me too, but when we go to bed tonight, how about, regardless of how we feel, or what we hear or what we think we hear, we try to ignore it and just go in for a bit of do-it-yourself if we really have to?'

I could see where she was coming from, and I was inclined to agree, although doesn't that all sound absolutely outlandish in the cold light of day? But I promise you, it made complete sense at the time. 'Yeah, I'll go along with that,' I agreed.

'Oh, Okay.' Angie's agreement was a bit reluctant. 'In which case I'll tell you all now that tonight I'm definitely going to get myself off. I'm as randy as hell and I was hoping for a bit of a session with one of you.'

I was feeling a bit frisky too, which was all the more surprising considering what I'd been doing earlier. Even after that I'm sure I wouldn't have said no if the chance came up tonight with either of the girls. Then I got to thinking, and I realised that, like every other time, it had only been since I'd got back inside that I'd got horny again -- it was the bloody house again, working its magic.

'That's because we're near that bloody hot spot again,' I told her.

Angie paused to think and then nodded her understanding, her face full of exasperation at what was happening to us all.

'So?' I asked. 'Are we all agreed that we keep to our own rooms tonight, regardless?'

'Well yes, but how will we know if it's worked?' Angie wanted to know.

'Because we'll all wake up on our own, won't we?' Willow rolled her eyes in exasperation.

'Yes, I guess we will.' Angie looked thoroughly pissed off with the whole thing.

Conversation sort of fizzled out after that and we watched a random bit of television, each of us lost in his or her own thoughts, trying to make sense of what we had all discussed.

I sat thinking about later on too, when we would all lie in bed playing with ourselves, each knowing there was every chance the other two were doing exactly the same thing, and each straining their ears and their imaginations to figure out exactly what was happening in each bedroom. It was, to put it mildly, stimulating speculation, or was the house making me think it was?

We all went to bed at the same time, all giggles, grins and knowing looks, and all intending to play alone if we felt we really must. I couldn't be sure if it was our surroundings or the fact that we all knew what we all intended that was doing it, but we were all as randy as rabbits. Even Willow's nipples, the famous nipples that had started this whole thing off, were hard and prominent again. What a time we might have had if we hadn't decided to defy the house for this once.

I stripped off and climbed onto my bed, conscious as I did so of the two lovely young ladies also disrobing only a few yards away and very much aware of the two wet and willing pussies I was unable to touch. I lay back, put my hand around my shaft and began to wank, slowly and softly running my hand up and down my shaft. This was very reminiscent of the first couple of nights we'd spent here, and I was very much aware of that fact too. Randy as I felt, I was in no hurry to come. I wanted to enjoy a good long wank and a few hot thoughts. Unlike the last time I'd wanked on this bed, when I was imagining what the girl's bodies were like, now I knew exactly what one of them looked like. I'd seen her naked and hot, with a slippery wet pussy and hard little clit. Now I could use my memory instead of my imagination to furnish me with good wanking material, and if I couldn't fuck Angie tonight, then at least I could fantasize properly that I was doing.

But then, I could fuck Angie, couldn't I? I knew damn well she wanted me and I surely wanted her, so what was I messing about at? Why wasn't I slipping into her room and into her bed before Willow beat me to it? Why was I letting a stupid agreement to rebel against some so-called force that almost certainly didn't exist, stop me from having a long sexy session with a gorgeous and very willing young girl who most definitely did exist? It didn't make sense.

I remember those questions going through my mind, giving me justification for breaking our agreement and almost having me on my feet and heading for the door before I realised what was happening. They weren't my thoughts -- well, they were, but they'd been planted in my mind by something else, and I was going to have nothing to do with them.

'C'mon Gary, don't be a spoilsport.' Angie's voice came to me as clear as a bell straight afterwards. 'C'mon lover of mine. I really, really want a good fuck right now, don't you?'

Did I ever? It nearly got me, and it might have done if it weren't for the fact that it came right after the other ploy had failed and that behind the words came a little randy gasp, the very muted sound that Angie makes when she playing with herself, and it came far less distinctly and at a different volume to 'her' pleading. Now I knew the voice wasn't hers, and I guessed that any tape recorder running would have only heard silence. The house was up to its tricks again, but this time I wasn't going along with it regardless of what my cock wanted. I deliberately laid myself back down and tried to empty mind of any thoughts except how nice a good slow wank would be and what fantasy would make it even better.

I fantasized first about Angie, knowing from what I'd heard that she was playing too. I pictured her on her back, her slightly fleshy legs wide apart and her hand rubbing lightly at her button. Her other hand I pictured to be at her breast, tugging gently on her nipple ring, making the large brown nipple peak and pulling her lovely full breast into a point. God, she looked beautiful to my mind's eye, and my hand squeezed my cock a little tighter. I wondered what she was fantasizing about. Was she thinking of me, of how she and I had fucked and how I had filled her lovely hot pussy with my cum? Maybe she was fantasizing about being with Willow instead. My hand began to speed up automatically at those thoughts, even though I still wanted a slow wank.

And what about Willow? I hadn't yet fucked her, but maybe I could if only I played my cards right, I thought, my other hand reaching down awkwardly to cup my scrotum as I wanked. She was hot, more beautiful than Angie if judged by the normal standards, taller, slimmer, more athletic, and dark blonde. In my imagination she kept her pussy unshaved but with only a light fringing of blondish curls to set off her deep pink slit. She had small, perky breasts with little cylindrical nipples that often seemed to stand almost as proud through her clothing as the lovely firm little mounds they topped. My hand got faster and the first signs of a climax began to awaken at the base of my cock. Willow would be thinking about Angie for sure, imagining them together again, sucking and licking at each other's pussies, kissing, and stroking each other's bodies, enjoying each other's femininity, each other's womanliness, in a hot lesbian clinch. I couldn't quite repress the groan that came unbidden to my lips at the thought, and I immediately stopped dead, hands poised where they were as my ears strained for any sound, any clue that I'd been heard.

At first all I heard was silence and I pictured the two girls listening, lying as rigid as I was, trying to pick up any other little involuntary sounds that betrayed my activity. But then I heard, faintly but unmistakeably, a series of little female whimpers, the sort girls make as their orgasm is creeping up on them, and I knew that either they hadn't heard or at least one of them didn't care. My hand picked up its rhythm again as I lay listening to the girlish joy. I had no idea which of them it was, of course, but from its faintness and the similarity to the very first time I assumed it was Willow and in a way I hoped it was. That way Angie, in bed in the intervening room, could listen to both of us at the same time, and I let out another gasp as my climax grew closer. This time I didn't cover it, or even listen to see if I'd been heard, now I didn't care. Both the girls knew what I sounded like when I came, so why should I hide it.

I got closer and closer to coming, the hot spark under the root of my cock swelled and took over my pelvis and balls as they tightened ready to shoot. I grunted out loud again, squeezing my own balls with one hand while pumping at my cock with the other, and then came, torrents of cum pouring from my cock down and over my fingers to splash onto my belly, dappling it with great globules of my cream. I relaxed back, my breathing heavy and my heart pounding in my chest, and let my cum-slimy cock slip from my fingers. I smiled to myself, conscious again of the whimpers and moans still emanating from one of the other bedrooms, and pleased with our sexy scheme and its success at defying the will of our new home.

At the back of my mind was the niggling thought that the house could have stopped us if it wanted, and that it had probably actively encouraged our self-love conspiracy by supplying many of our thoughts and fantasies, but frankly, I didn't care. I leaned out and grabbed a handful of tissue to swab my stomach and then slid under the duvet to let myself drift off to sleep, accompanied by the faint sweet sounds of a female orgasm.