The Abbey Farm Curse. Ch. 11.

The Abbey Farm Curse.

Chapter Eleven.

Monday was taken up with work on the farm refurbishment. I had to go and meet with the planning officer as well as do a few other bureaucratic chores, and that left Angie and Willow to supervise the builders when they decided to turn up. We had two sets coming this morning, the electricians were due to begin the rewire before the walls were replastered and another crew was supposed to begin laying the pipes into the new drainage trenches crisscrossing the yard. I'd given Angie all the details and the plans of what should go where, and so I got booted and suited and drove into town with my fingers firmly crossed.

I picked up the architect and we went to the planning office together where, to our immense surprise, our meeting was on time and when we showed our proposals to the planning officer, he foresaw no real problems. We already had planning consent of course, and these meetings were mainly to be sure that we didn't contravene the restrictions it contained. Abbey Farm is a grade II listed building and everything was subject to extremely careful scrutiny. It was always a 'will they or won't they' moment when you put changes before the planning department. At least this time it had gone well. There were a couple of minor details he wanted changed and he did point out something we'd missed that the environmental health people wouldn't like, but apart from that it was a productive meeting.

I dropped the architect back off at his office, had a spot of lunch, dealt with a couple of queries at the bank, called in to pay the builder's merchants their bill, and, because I was ahead of my estimated schedule, I went to sit in the park to enjoy a little stress free solitude. It had been one of the best morning's work I'd done for a long while and I reckoned I deserved a worry break. I sat for an hour or so watching a squirrel foraging, the simplicity of nature taking away much of the tension of living at Abbey Farm. Don't get me wrong, I'd already fallen in love with the place and it would be a fabulous home when it was finished, but it certainly wasn't stress free living at the moment. How in heaven's name were we ever to solve the problems it carried? I shrugged, sighed, pushed all anxious thoughts out of my mind and reached for my mobile phone. At least I could report to Ma and honestly tell her of good progress on both the planning and the actual building stages.

The conversation was cheerful, optimistic and upbeat, at least from Ma's side, but when it had finished I sighed again. Now I had another problem to sort out. Apparently Rhys was due on leave and would be coming to stay with us for a few nights, and Ma herself would be over at the weekend to see how things were coming along. Now we really were in the manure business. If Rhys was staying then I couldn't see a way of keeping our dreadful secret from him, the house would let him know even if we didn't, but there was no way we could ever let Ma find out. She was rather old-fashioned, which in this context is a euphemism for being a prude -- though she called it having good moral standards. Any idea that Angie and I were sleeping together and she'd have a fit.

'Sleeping together', what a ridiculous euphemism! We had done a number of questionable things together, but sleep didn't figure very high on the list.

The magic of the park was shattered, I stood up and cursed aloud, and then with an apologetic wave to the squirrel, who was watching warily, bright eyed but totally uncomprehending, I left the bench, the grass, the trees and the tranquillity they engendered behind to begin my drive home, wondering as I did so how Angie had coped with the builders in my absence.

I got home to find everything there was ticking along nicely. The electricians had turned out to be a conscientious and friendly pair who knew exactly what they were doing, and the pipe layers had got on so well they'd run out of pipes to lay for the day and had gone home.

The only fly in the ointment was that Angie had gone out too, and I wasn't all that happy to find Willow had been left alone in this strangely potent house with a crew of red-blooded men, especially as the electricians would need at some point to run cable under the floorboards of the bedrooms. In the event everything was fine, Willow had been smart enough to find reasons to keep out of the electricians' way and Angie wasn't out late. She came into the yard as the electricians' vehicle was leaving, her smart little mini all but finding itself wrapped around the bull bars on the front of the departing four by four. But the near collision fazed her not at all and she spun the tiny saloon around with a blast of her horn to park it neatly in her self-allocated spot beside an open trench.

'Hi Gary.' She greeted me as she breezed in. 'You know, I think this fucking house is going to drive me bloody mad.'

She was talking to whoever wanted to listen, house included. 'When I went out there was something I absolutely had to go and buy today, no doubt about it, it couldn't wait. But as I parked up in town -- and I wondered if I'd run into you, Gary - I realised how stupid I was being. There was no urgency and it wasn't even needed, so I suppose it was this stupid pile of bricks making me think it was.'

'The last I heard you'd decided that didn't happen,' I reminded her, '"I feel randy because I feel randy", isn't that what you said?' I looked at Willow and grinned.

'Yeah, I know. But that was the abbey speaking then as well.'

I couldn't argue with that, but there was something else that needed answering. I looked at Willow again.

'Are you going to ask her or shall I?' I queried.

Willow knew exactly what I meant.

'You do it. She'll only have expected it to be obvious to me.'

Angie had shut up and was gazing at us confusedly.

'What was it that was so urgent to get but that you didn't need when you got there, and did you actually go ahead and buy it?' I asked her.

'Yes, of course I did. It'd be silly not to wouldn't it, seeing as I was already there? I got something else too, I'll show you in a bit.'

She gave me the look, the one girls reserve especially for members of the opposite sex who refuse to grasp the obvious, and waved a carrier bag at me.

'And what is it?' I nudged gently, hoping for some kind of hint.

'I'll tell you after tea,' she replied frustratingly, 'right now I'm starving.'

I'd got my own little bombshell to drop, and I figured after tea would do for that too. But in the end I told them while we ate.

'So what you're saying,' Willow said thoughtfully and a little carefully, having spent several silent minutes digesting the news, 'is that we've got until about Friday to find out what the hell is going on here and how we're going to fix it.'

'Unless you can figure some way of keeping Ma away over the weekend, yes.' I agreed with her.

'So what the hell do we do?'

It was Angie who answered and her finger was right on the button as usual, even if her phraseology lacked any sign of finesse.

'We have as much sex as we can and hope that way we get told more about what happened and what's needed.'

What else could we do?

'That's all very well and good,' complained Willow, 'but the idea of the house turning me on and off like some damn light switch is a bit off putting to put it mildly. I don't like my sex life being controlled by a force I can't understand.'

I knew exactly where she was coming from, even though it didn't worry me quite as much, maybe because I'm male.

'It's always got to be down to something or other to get you started in the first place,' Angie observed. 'So why worry what it is?'

'Yes, but doesn't it bother you that it isn't actually you wanting it and the real you might regret it in the future?' Willow asked her.

'I don't think so, no. Why should it? Like everybody, I've done things before that I've thought later 'I shouldn't have done that', but they've all added to my experience of life so far and so why regret them? If we never did anything a bit wacky we'd never discover anything about ourselves.'

To me that seemed quite deep for a teenager, and especially one as flighty as Angie. She paused for a moment before continuing thoughtfully. 'This place obviously wants us to put something right and it's trying, the only way it can, to point us in the right direction. So I don't see how we can stop now -- or why we should.'

Angie must have been in a particularly enlightened mood, because she succinctly put into words the idea that had been running around in all our heads, but that we'd been unable to nail down.

'What about you, Will?' I asked. 'Is that what you think?'

'Yes, I have to agree with her, because we've got to get to the bottom of this, but I must say that I still think we might regret it morally later on, and I still don't like the idea of being manipulated like this.'

We were none of us completely happy with the way things were. Our 'fun' had been exactly that - fun -- until we realised it was being orchestrated, and now our instincts rebelled even though our bodies said yes.

'Maybe we won't have to go to bed with each other.' I observed wistfully. 'Maybe it'll set things going without, like it did before.'

'Maybe, but if not then we'll enjoy it, like we did when we didn't know what was happening.'

'It's not what we end up doing.' I pointed out. I enjoyed that as much as anybody could. Like Willow said, it's just being manoeuvred into it that's getting up my nose.'

That was the moment my mobile chose to ring and I found myself talking to the other important person caught up in this grubby affair. I took the 'phone through into corridor and sat on the window seat to talk to June, looking out over the abbey ruins and towards where she lived, peering sideways and trying to pick out her cottage in the distance but finding it hidden behind our headland. I felt the need for contact closer than a disembodied voice from a 'phone and I thought that seeing where she was talking from would help me envisage her in person, her haze of golden hair swirling as she spoke. With her cottage out of sight I relied on memory and imagination, but I still peered in her direction in the vain hope that the land might have moved.

She had clearly rung me for a purpose, but she let me rabbit on about how nice to hear from her and about how I was thinking about her, in fact about pretty well anything except what I needed to say. What did I need to say? Only that I was falling in love with her, but did she mind that I was going to have sex with Angie as often as I could because my home wanted me to, and my mother and brother were going to be here soon, so I'd better shag an answer out of the place somehow. And that, if it was any consolation, even when I was fucking the arse off of Angie, I'd be wishing I was fucking her instead. Of course I said no such things, only that they would be visiting soon and it might prove awkward. Ok, so I'm a coward.

I think June understood what I wasn't saying, because she agreed about visitors possibly being awkward and told me I should do whatever I needed to and she knew 'that won't be easy either'. She was wrong there. It would be easy, too damn easy, if a little unsettling. Then she got to the reason for her call, well, not really a reason, more an excuse. She'd been going through some old documents at the library and found that in 1401 the Bishop had given consent for 'a service of exorcism to be carried out in the abbot's house to rid the abbey of the evil spirits that were every night tempting one brother to lie with another'.

That in itself didn't tell us a lot, except to confirm that as we suspected, the problems had predated the fifteenth century at least. Interesting that it should be the abbot's lodgings that were mentioned specifically though, the space that was now occupied by our bedrooms. Perhaps we should have them exorcised too, except that exorcism had obviously not worked before.

Neither of us wanted the conversation to end, and even when we had nothing more to say to each other we still kept the connection open for a little while, as if the silent static brought us a little nearer to each other. It was a beautiful moment, the one when I realised June felt for me as I felt for her. We would meet again on Wednesday evening, and I couldn't wait.

I went back to the table only to find that the girls had cleared away, even though I hadn't actually finished, but then I don't suppose I'll starve for missing a few mouthfuls of fish pie, so I poured myself a coffee and settled into my favourite armchair just as Angie lifted a carrier bag onto the table to show off her 'important' purchases. I suppose I should really have realised what it would be, or at least what sort of thing one of them would be. But Angie wanted to show us the thing that had been so urgent first.

'This,' she said, 'is what I went all the way into town for, and before you put me down for the next vacancy in the nuthouse I know it isn't really needed, but I was kind of pushed into getting it.'

What she had been so pushed into buying was an illustrated calendar carrying landscape views of the local area. The only apparent relevance was that the page for June, the month we were actually in, coincidentally carried a photograph of our abbey ruins. I looked from calendar to Angie and back again, wondering what the hell was going on and showing it on my face, and Willow went even further.

'That is it?' She asked, dumbfounded, 'We needed a calendar?'

'I know, I know.' Angie shrugged. 'It doesn't make sense to me now either, but I promise you, it did at the time.'

'But we've all got calendars on our phones.'

'Well,' I put in, 'maybe it'll all become clear in time.'

'I hope so.' Willow commented.

'Right.' I wanted to move on from the calendar, another mystery was just one too many as far as I was concerned. 'What else did you get?'

I should have realised that the plain white bag was something of a giveaway, for it soon became clear that Angie had been visiting the nearest branch of an adult toy shop, the sort of place that used to be euphemistically known as a 'marital aids emporium'. Angie was now the proud owner of an ordinary white plastic vibrator of the bog standard seven inch variety.

'What exactly do you need that for?' Asked Willow, beating me to the same question by a split second.

'Well, the shop was right next door to the one that sold the calendars, and I thought it might be fun.'

'But you're not exactly going without, are you? In fact none of us are, so when do you expect to use that?'

'I don't know.' Angie shrugged again. 'It seemed like a good idea at the time. Will that do for a reason?'

Willow looked at her disdainfully.

'Maybe you'd like to help me play with it?' Angie asked her. 'I've never used one before.'

'Don't count on it. I can think of better ways of having fun.'

So could I for that matter, but I figured it was time to move on. 'I'm sure there'll be times to use it.'

'Well then, Gary, do you want to give me a hand with it instead?' Angie turned to me.

I wished I'd kept quiet, but my mind was too busy trying to picture Angie with a synthetic dick inside her. I didn't answer for a moment and Angie repeated the question.

'What?' I returned to reality long enough to nod. 'Oh yes, you say when.'

I'd responded without thinking and I suppose I meant it, although I'd always assumed that vibrators were for when you were on your own and when the real thing wasn't available, and so I didn't really think she intended it. I still couldn't imagine why any normal teenager was going to want to use a vibrator, in fact the idea of her with one seemed intriguingly erotic and shudderingly repellent both at the same time. I felt my cock twitching inside my trousers as the pictures went through my mind. But was it me, or the house?

'It was you saying that, wasn't it?' I asked her suddenly, my brain clicking into gear. 'Not this pile of stone?'

'Yes, it was me.' Then her voice became more subdued before flaring in irritation. 'At least I think so. Oh fucking hell Gary, how I'm I supposed to know. Wait and see!'

'Sorry, it's just that what's happening is getting to me. In any case, aren't we supposed to be having real sex in order to find out what's happening here?'

'Actually.' Willow interrupted. 'Something has just occurred to me. You know the influence this place has on us? Well I think it's changed in some way since it's been able to send us back without you two shagging, have you noticed?'

I hadn't, but now she came to mention it maybe she was right, although I couldn't put my finger on how. 'In what way?'

'I don't know, it just seems not quite so heavy, more fun and less pushy.'

'Hmm, maybe.' I was doubtful.

'It'll be bloody handy if it is,' Angie put in, 'seeing as we're getting visitors.'

I couldn't argue with that, because we knew that whatever we did we still ran the risk of Rhys or Ma getting a quick first hand lesson in history and if that happened then the less it turned us all on the better. I hated to think what effect it might have on my prudish mother. I pushed an uninvited and unwelcome image of her with a dildo out of my brain and concentrated on Angie instead, not that it was too difficult. In fact all evening I couldn't get that image out of my brain and every time I looked at Angie I could envisage her, naked, her face contorted with pleasure and arousal, legs open and her pussy lips wrapped around the shaft of that vibrator. Once or twice I even imagined Willow trying the same thing, and with her slender body the act seemed even more unlikely and so even more stimulating. I was getting more unsuitably turned on as the evening wore on. I presumed it was the house at work again, but like Angie earlier, I couldn't be sure.

It wasn't helped by Angie's invitation to use her toy on her, especially as, during the course of the evening and in Willow's absence, she had whispered her intention to come to my room after 'lights out'. Willow, she said, was 'wimping out' and trying to make us all feel guilty. I didn't quite see it that way, but I didn't argue because I kind of liked the idea of her slipping into bed with me on the quiet. The secrecy gave the rendezvous an edge of excitement and I went to bed with my heart beating that bit faster than usual in anticipation of her visit. The abbey was still working quite hard on me, that was for sure.

I lay in bed wondering if Angie would visit me as she had promised, I wasn't absolutely sure that she meant it -- in this place how could I be sure of anything? As I have already observed, vibrators are intended for when you've no partner, or so I've always thought, and anyway, now that we were beginning to get a handle on what had been happening to us I wouldn't have put it past her to say that just as a tease. As it was she did mean it, but the little minx must have known I was as horny as hell once again in anticipation of some illicit fun, for she made me wait. I lay naked under my duvet with my fingers wrapped loosely around my cock for what seemed like hours. Eventually I almost came to the conclusion that she'd been teasing or she'd changed her mind, or that she'd decided to use her new toy, and I resigned myself to a quick disappointed wank before rolling over to sleep. But then, just as my hand began to slide along my shaft in earnest, I heard the latch lift on my door and a quick draft of cool air announced someone's silent arrival. Feet pattered across the floor and I heard fumbling hands place something on my bedside cabinet before my duvet lifted and a cool naked female body slid in beside me. The body rolled into my arms and Angie whispered in my ear.

'Hold me tight, Gary. Give me a cuddle.'

I drew her close and kissed her lightly on the forehead, enjoying the feel of her nakedness against me but wondering what was on her mind.

'Is it wrong?' She asked. 'What we're doing together, is it wrong? I don't mean just because it's you and me, but is it all that wrong for anybody to have a bit of fun, purely because there might be some outside influence? I mean, how can I tell if it's what the real me wants?'

'I don't know, sweetheart,' I told her, holding her a little tighter. 'I don't think there is a right and wrong right now, I suppose it's what you feel comfortable with.'

'I was comfortable, but now Will has got me wondering. She obviously isn't happy and I don't know if you are.'

I told her the truth. 'When I've got you in my bed like this, I don't give a damn how you got here, I enjoy us being together. The only thing that worries me is what will we think when all this is finally over?'

'Do you think it will be over?'

'It's got to be, one way or another, because there's no way we can all live here with this sort of supernatural thing going on.'

'No, I suppose not. You won't think bad of me afterwards, will you?'

'No sweetheart, there's no chance of that; I mean, how can I, after all we're both under the same influence, aren't we?'

That was the simple truth. We were in it together, me, Angie and, to a lesser extent, Willow - and even June if you want to stretch things a little. But it wasn't the whole truth. When Angie and I were in bed together I really didn't care about anything else. It was only when my cock wasn't aching to enter her that I became bothered by what we were doing and by the possible consequences; especially now I knew we'd been pushed into it by our surroundings, because I couldn't help but wonder what else we might get pushed into.

'Good,' she told me, a smile of relief in her voice, 'then I shall have to stay in your bed tonight, won't I?'

Before I could answer, she had rolled almost on top of me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and her mouth had clamped itself over mine. We kissed long and passionately, her tongue finding its way into my mouth and fencing playfully with mine, while my hands ran up and down her back as far as the first curves of her bottom, feeling the softness of her skin and the suppleness of the flesh underneath. It felt so good, so bloody sexy, that my cock was genuinely throbbing pressed hard against her hip. Eventually she broke the kiss and raised her head to gaze down at me unseen in the blackness.

'Do you think it's wrong to experiment, you know, to try new things like I've been doing. Was I wrong to have sex with Willow?'

She seemed to be having a major guilt trip, but I could answer that one completely truthfully. 'No, I don't think it's ever wrong to experiment, so long as everybody wants to try whatever you're doing? How will you know what you like if you don't try things? It's only ever wrong if someone is being coerced by their partner.'

'That's good.' I could hear satisfaction in her tone. 'Then can we experiment tonight -- now?'

'What have you got in mind?' I asked her, consoling myself with the excuse that we'd all come to the conclusion that we needed to be as sexually active as possible.

I heard her fumble in the dark and then the bedside light snapped on. She was looking intently for my reaction to her request.

'I've never actually seen a man come. Can I wank you off?'

That caught me by surprise, but it sounded nice. 'Yes please,' I told her after a very short hesitation.

'And then will you use my vibrator on me?' She nodded towards the bedside table where her new toy lay.

'With pleasure, both mine and yours,' I agreed willingly, figuring that if she was staying for the night, we could do it properly later on.

She bent her leg, drawing her foot right back and then kicking out, pushing the duvet over the bottom of the bed and leaving us lying together naked. She looked down towards where my cock was pressing against her side and smiled.

'Looks like you're ready,' She observed, pushing away a little and shuffling down to a more comfortable and convenient position.

Her hand around my cock felt so cool and so tender I couldn't help a little moan of pure pleasure as she took hold of my shaft. I knew I was going to enjoy her attentions. Slowly and gently Angie began to run her hand along my length, gazing at it in rapt attention as she did so, almost as if she'd never seen a man's erection before. She shuffled a little closer, taking advantage of my double size bed to get nearer to her target. Somehow, this close inspection giving me her undivided attention was more erotic, far sexier, than if she'd been kissing me or cuddling close at the same time as playing. I felt such arousal as I'd never believed possible, my cock rock hard, painfully hard, under her gentle fingers.

'My god, Angie, you're bloody good at this, you must have done it before.' I couldn't believe she'd never wanked a man off.

'I have, but I've never actually seen anyone come.'

She kept her eyes pinned on my cock, as if she were talking directly to my erection. I even felt the slight movement of air across the tip that came from her breath.

'It's always been before a shag or a blow job, so I've never had the chance to watch a man shoot his load. This time I want to see it shoot all over the place.'

For a few minutes she carried on playing with my cock, but then as if the compulsion was too great, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the head with long swirling strokes of her tongue. I groaned with delight, and she raised her head to look at me, her hair hanging over her face like a ginger veil.

'Don't come in my mouth, promise me you won't let yourself come in my mouth.'

'I promise.'

'No, I mean it Gary, warn me if you need to come, because I really do want to see you shoot your load.'

She sounded very solemn and so I promised again, and meant it. She lowered her mouth back onto my cock and slid her fingers under my balls, lifting my sac and rolling them in her palm as she stroked my perineum. God, it was good, even when her fingertip found my arsehole and played next to the entrance, tiptoeing round and round as if gently probing for access. With her head bobbing up and down my shaft at the same time it wasn't long before I felt the old familiar heat begin to build behind my balls.

'It won't be long.'

I gave her an early warning, she nodded without lifting away and continued to play. My balls began to tighten and the heat became a fire.

'I'm going to come soon Angie, very soon.'

She lowered her head right down my shaft, spreading saliva with her tongue before raising her head and taking my shaft back into her hand. Now she could begin to wank me in earnest, her fingers using her saliva as a lubricant to grip and slide up and down my shaft, turning the fire into a wakening volcano, no longer dormant, but expanding and reddening and beginning to erupt.

'I'm coming Angie, I'm coming.'

Her eyes were bright little buttons staring in anticipation at the tip of my cock, waiting for that creamy eruption.

'Do it, Gary, shoot your load. Shoot your load for me, let me see you come.'

'Yes, it's coming, it's coming now.'

It was, as her hand kept up its frantic rhythm along my shaft I felt my cum start to boil up, to build up pressure until, with a totally involuntary jerk of my hips, I came, shooting great warm creamy globs of spunk across my stomach. The first spurt was the biggest, but as Angie pumped at my cock, several more large spurts shot from my cock, at first arcing through the air to rain down on my skin but then, as my climax began to die away, to boil out of my tip and slide in shiny, slippery rivulets over Angie's fingers and down into my pubic nest. All the time I was arching my back and gripping onto the bed sheet so that my knuckles showed white, my mouth in a rictus grin and my eyes squeezed into slits from which I saw her gazing in wonder at my ejaculation. Then, as it died away I slumped back onto the bed, gasping for breath and trying my best to smile a smile of gratitude for Angie as she gently released my extremely slimy and rapidly softening cock. She looked at her wetted fingers and at my cum spattered belly, then smiled softly as she mouthed a silent 'thank you' back at me.

'Jesus, Angie, that was good,' I gasped at her, opening my arms in invitation.

She came into my embrace and I pulled her close, wanting to pull her beautiful soft skin onto my matted body hair, making her share the results of my climax. She came willingly, sliding herself around a little as she kissed me, her own belly becoming as wet as mine.

'That looked fantastic,' she told my cheek, pressing her face alongside mine. 'Now I can imagine what's happening when I feel you come inside me.'

She raised her head and looked anxiously into my eyes.

'You will come inside me again, won't you?' she asked me, her face pleading with me, 'and you will let me see you come like that another time?'

'Oh god, yes to both, of course yes to both.'

'Even after all this is over.'

'I'll do it with you for as long as we both want it, that's a promise.'

In my heart I was sure that when the abbey problems had been laid to rest, if they ever were, neither she nor I would want to carry on no matter how much we were enjoying it right now. So I was telling her a rather diplomatic truth.

'What about when we run out of new things to try?'

'I think there are more new things to try than we will ever get through.' Another diplomatic truth.

We kissed again and I ran my hands over her body, tracing her spine down her back with one hand while the other cupped and fondled her buttock and she 'mmmed' her pleasure into my mouth. Angie felt wonderful. Eventually she pulled away and turned onto her back. 'My turn now, don't you think?'

I couldn't have agreed more, even though I'd only recently climaxed. After the intense pleasure she'd given me I was intent on returning the favour, and I still felt randy enough to want to. I slipped out of bed and walked around to her side, looking with amusement at her bewilderment.

'Push over,' I told her, 'I'm right handed as well, you know.'

The light dawned and she shuffled across to where I had been laying. I picked up the vibrator, but instead of lying on the bed I sat beside her at waist level so I had full access to her pussy. She mmmed again and parted her legs for me.

'Have you used one of those things before?' She asked.

'No.' I grinned. 'I've never found a use for one myself.'

'I mean on another woman, silly.'

I had; my ex-wife had a couple and liked me to bring her off with them occasionally.

'Yes, but I'm not going to go into details.'

'Just so long as you know what you're doing.'

'Oh yes.' I assured her. 'Are you ready?'

'Ok. Ready when you are.' Angie smiled and nodded her agreement, shuffling herself into a more comfortable position and closing expectant eyes. 'But will you turn it on full and push it right up me, Gary.'

'Don't be greedy, let's take our time.'

'No, I want to feel what it's like to have a vibe buzzing all the way inside my pussy.'

I leaned over and looked between her legs, gazing with satisfaction at her smoothly shaven pussy with its puffy labia and shiny wet interior, the little button of her clit peeping out from under its hood. Then, exactly as Angie had with me, I gave way to temptation and lowered my mouth to her, flicking at her clit and then letting my tongue run down the length of her slit. She moaned softly and pulled her legs further apart. But that wasn't what she had asked for, so I turned on the vibrator, setting it at maximum, and located her entrance with the tip. She gasped and jumped slightly as the cool vibrating plastic made its first contact, then urgently repeated her request.

'Push it in, right the way in.'

I did as she asked, pushing the vibrator deep into her, sliding it home as far as I could, leaving only the tiniest last bit for me to hold on to.

'How's that?' I asked her.

'God, that's wonderful,' she told me, closing her eyes to absorb the unfamiliar sensations that were buzzing through her.

I began to fuck her with it, sliding it in and out of her pussy, listening to her moans and gasps as she became more and more excited and seeing her biting at her lower lip from arousal. I could feel the vibrations through my fingers as the little motor ran at full power and, absurdly, I was almost envious of the thrills it was sending up and down the length of her passage as it went in and out. Even the rise and fall of the buzz as it was muffled inside her sounded erotic to me. Soon the pale plastic became slippery from her juices and difficult to grip, so that in the end I gave up thrusting it into her and simply pushed it deep inside her with my hand flat against the base to hold it in place. That seemed to be just what she needed, because she was soon rolling her head from side to side and scrabbling at the bed with her fingers, seeking something to hang on to. I watched with increasing pleasure, knowing I was getting her to the point where she would come once more right before my eyes. Her gasps were becoming louder and I saw her legs begin to tremble slightly from the tension of her muscles tightening as her orgasm approached. She squeezed her eyes tight shut and set her jaw, while one hand now grabbed at her breast, gripping her nipple ring and tugging at it, lifting the weight of her breast into a painful peak. She was getting so close. And then with an animalistic groan she was there. Her back arched, her head was thrown back and just about every muscle in her voluptuous little body went rigid, her hips jerking with involuntary little spasms as her orgasm took over. I always find it wonderful to watch a woman in orgasm, but this one was tremendous and I'm sure I'll be able to picture her like that for the rest of my life. If our fun together does come to an end soon, then I'm going to miss Angie's very expressive orgasms.

It took her a few minutes to get her breath back after it was over. I withdrew the vibe and switched it off, letting it lie on the bed between her legs as I watched her trying to recover. She lay gasping and grinning, trying to speak but unable to do more than make incoherent happy noises while her arms flapped like stranded fish in an attempt to convey her delight. I watched with an almost fraternal affection while she got herself back together.

'Jesus,' she said eventually, 'now I know why those things are so fucking popular. I've never felt anything like it.'

I smiled down at her. 'Yep, I must admit, it did look good.'

'It was. Can you do it to me again?'

'You bet I can.' I was eager to see that sort of result any time she liked. 'But how about you let me play a bit this time?'

'Alright. So long as I come. What are you going to do?'

'Not sure, wait and see.'

Actually I was sure. I wanted to see how she reacted to having it placed up against her little button. Previous experience has shown me that it's very rare for that not to have a devastating effect on a woman.

'Go for it.' She ordered me.

She raised her knees once more and let them fall further apart, showing me her pussy, her shaved labia still puffy and open around her bright shiny wet entrance. Now her clit was standing out like a tiny penis, and it was there I placed the end of her still wet vibe. I'd only turned it on low this time, intent on building her arousal slowly and making this orgasm even stronger than the last, but she still began to gasp with delight the moment the vibe was pressed against her. I let the tip rest against her clit for a while, listening to her sounds of enjoyment and watching the waves of pleasure pass across her face as she smiled back up at me, but then I moved it, running the tip along her slit, pausing teasingly at the entrance to her vagina before trailing it down to her perineum and back along the edges of her labia to her clit. She reached out and gripped the arm I was resting on, digging her fingers in as if trying to convey her need through the contact.

'You bastard,' She chided me, gasping the words as her hips tried to push up and let her vagina swallow the vibe as it passed. 'For god's sake stop teasing me.'

'Then where would you like it?' I asked her, teasing even more and asking at the same time.

'In your hole?' I pushed it deep only to pull it away again.

'Or on your button?' I placed it back against her clit.

She reacted with groans of pure delight to both locations, shutting her eyes fleetingly each time.

'Oh, I don't know. How about both?'

That sounded good to me, so I slid it home deep into her pussy and then pulled it right out, her pelvis lifting to try and maintain contact, before sliding it along her slit to play on her clit for a few seconds. Then, as soon as she began to gasp from the sensation, I worked it right down her slit, past her vagina until I seemed to be threatening to push it into her anus. I could tell that she wouldn't have objected either because, although she kind of stiffened in expectation, she bent her legs further back to give me access.

I chuckled quietly to myself and moved it back to her vagina, pushing it hard and suddenly deep inside her.

'Oooh. You bastard,' She smiled as she said it, her eyes still squeezed shut. 'I thought you were going to....' She let her voice trail away, unable to say the words.

'That's what I wanted you to think.' I told her as I moved the plastic cock back to her clitoris, making her gasp once more with delight.

For a second time I slid the vibe along her slit, over her perineum, resting it still vibrating against her back door as if wondering whether to enter. Then once more I teased her, taking it away and thrusting it deep through her more usual entrance.

'How do you know I wouldn't like it?' Her voice was thick and husky with arousal as she gave me tacit permission to do it.

'Maybe you would.' I agreed as I slid it back to her clit. 'Maybe next time we'll find out.'

I wondered what her reaction would be to that half promise, but I was not destined to find out that day because the abbey had other ideas. By now I knew what was happening when my hearing developed white noise and my vision began to close in from the periphery, but I was still caught by surprise. For some reason I hadn't expected another time trip tonight, even though I was with Angie and we'd both reached our sexual climaxes, and when my consciousness faded this time I felt genuine alarm, an alarm that was still with me as I began to surface once more. As my vision cleared I saw right away where we were, we were sprawling naked on the grass immediately to the side of the large headman's roundhouse we had seen on our visit to the Iron Age and on a similarly sunny afternoon, but this time things were very different.

The roundhouse itself had changed, now built on low stone walls instead of wattle and daub, but that wasn't what we noticed most, for gone was the prosperous and carefree village with its busy people going about their daily lives. Instead many of the houses were ruined, all burned, or in some cases, still burning. In the centre a stockade, its grass churned to mud and obviously once used for animals, was now in use as a pen for a miserable group of women and children who stood sobbing in the middle, as far from the people guarding them as they could get. And it was those guards who immediately caught my attention, I grabbed Angie's arm and pointed mutely, so shocked that I my mouth opened and closed but was unable to find any words. The guards were Roman soldiers. Real live Roman soldiers for god's sake, complete with shields, breastplates and sandals just as if they'd recently walked off the set of Julius Caesar, except that these men were no actors, they were in earnest and their captives were in deadly danger. Whatever had happened, whatever we were being shown, the relatively harmless sexual activity we had seen before it most certainly was not. We were seeing the aftermath of a battle of some kind where the inhabitants of our village had come off decidedly second best.

I looked round at Angie. She sat beside me, pale faced and trembling, her knees enclosed within her arms and drawn up against her chest. We looked at each other, and saw the horror on both of our faces, and I was instantly glad that the more nervous Willow was not with us. I moved back against the roundhouse wall and held out my arms to Angie, as much for my own comfort as hers. She shuffled herself closer to me until we sat cuddling each other like the Babes in the Wood hiding under the overhanging thatch. For the first time in our travels my nakedness gave me a feeling of vulnerability and deep anxiety, or to put it more candidly, I was scared stiff.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, certainly long enough for my bottom to start getting numb, all the while trying to get my brain to take in what I was seeing. Then suddenly we both became aware of shouting and screaming coming from behind us, within the house itself, and once again we clutched at each other in terror, until eventually I gradually remembered that, no matter what kind of war was being fought around us, we were safe. How could we come to harm when, as we'd figured out before, we weren't actually there except as spectators. With some relief I explained this to Angie, reminding her of our invulnerability, though it must be said that the fact I couldn't help whispering and glancing nervously around me probably didn't help her feel any more secure. But in the end she looked markedly better and a lot less worried, and indeed it was she who came up the next obvious question.

'So, why have we been sent here?' She asked me.

'I've no idea,' I told her, although in fact I hadn't given it too much thought, except to vaguely register that for once we weren't in the same place as we started.

'Well, there isn't likely to be a lot of sex going on, is there? So we must have been sent here for some other reason, because I'll bet it wasn't by chance.'

'I can go with that,' I admitted, 'I bet it took advantage of our little playtime, but now what?'

'Now we've got to go looking for the answer, and I reckon it'll be in this hut.' She indicated the roundhouse at the back of us, leaving me to marvel at her resilience once again.

I wasn't happy, but I agreed with her logic and so, rather hesitantly, we edged our way around, still stark naked, until we reached the doorway. Previously the door had been a woollen curtain draped over the entrance, but now there was only an open doorway with nothing to prevent us from observing the scene inside. The interior of the house was quite dark, with only the light from the doorway and the flickering flames of a central fire to illuminate it, and so it was a few moments before we could figure out what we were looking at. It was immediately clear that there were three naked figures standing as if at bay on a low sleeping platform by the far wall, and another group of seven or eight figures in front of them. As our eyesight adjusted we could see the naked figures were a young man and two women, one about the same age as the youth and one considerably older, whereas the others were once again Roman legionaries.

One of them was clearly an officer, with his helmet plumed, his breastplate burnished, and his bearing that of someone accustomed to command. He was armed with a gladius, the famous short sword, which he now pointed at the older naked woman as he addressed her.

'Your menfolk are dead, your husband is dead, and your womenfolk await my judgment. I have set your son a simple way to free them, but he has not yet chosen to take it.' His voice was cold and matter of fact, it contained no hatred or anger, only flat unemotional violence.

'Either he proves that your people can understand instructions and are worth saving as slaves, or he does not, and you will all, regrettably, be put to the sword. Except you, of course. You will be given to my men for their amusement, and only then you will be put to the sword.'

'You cannot expect a man to lie with his sister, it is against all the laws and he will not rise for it. Have mercy my Lord, he is but a young man, let him live.'

'Perhaps your daughter can help him to accomplish that which will save all your lives.'

He turned to the younger woman who stood with her tear streaked face bowed towards the floor. In happier times she would have been a lovely young woman, her body was healthy and taut, her stomach flat and her breasts full and firm. Even her auburn hair, though tangled and matted with filth now, looked full of vitality.

'Kneel before your brother and take his member into your mouth, perhaps your tongue can make him able to enter between your other lips.'

The young woman stood and silently shook her head, her eyes full of fear, darting around her like a cornered animal, but her face was set firm as she defied him.

'Do as I ask.'

'The gods take precedence over mere invaders, and they say I cannot,' she answered, her voice tight with terror but determined, more determined even than her mother.

'Mealgwyn, I forgive you if you cannot take your sister, but lying with her will be as great a victory as the battle was a defeat, for it will prove how strong our people are in the face of danger.' The older woman entreated her son with an intensity bordering on desperation. 'I know it is forbidden, but this cannot be laid to your charge and your sister is beautiful enough for any man.'

The man gazed forlornly at his mother, despair written all over his face while his sister simply stood and defied all of them, save for her gods. He could not and she would not. Brother and sister would not lie together this night.

Watching this scene I suddenly understood the significance of the dream I had had, when my own mother had been imploring me to fuck Angie, even though Angie wasn't my sister. I also realised I was seeing the cause of the Barkers' troubles. The realisation made me feel cold inside, and although its relevance to our own time was not yet clear, I knew this is what we were meant to see. This was the cause of the abbey's problems.

Angie's voice in my ear was a tremulous whisper as she too came to a similar conclusion. 'This is when it all began, isn't it?'

'Yes, I think so.'

It was as if the abbey had been waiting for our understanding, because no sooner had we voiced our thoughts to each other than the hut and its defeated occupants began to fade into oblivion as far as we were concerned. The world closed in on us and we were back in our own time, badly shaken and thoroughly frightened by what we had seen. Never have I been so pleased to see the monstrous fireplace in my own bedroom as I was that time.

When Angie and I looked around again we were lying side by side on my bed, exactly as we had left it, even to the extent that there was still a vibrator lying between her legs, the device that had sent us on our way into the past now ludicrously out of place for the mood in which we returned. Without saying a word I placed it alongside the clock on the bedside table and drew the duvet back up to cover our nakedness. Angie looked at me and silently cuddled close, not for any erotic reason but to feel the warmth and security of another human body. I put my arm around her as she burrowed into my shoulder, her soft frame shivering slightly as I pulled her near. We lay like that for a long while, our only movements were when I leaned down to plant a reassuring kiss on her forehead, a kiss that was returned on my cheek, and when she shuffled to get a little more comfortable and threw a leg over mine. Even then, when her thigh came to rest across my cock, it held no eroticism for either of us, only comforting closeness.

'I guess our people had lost a battle,' Angie finally spoke aloud a thought that had been going through both our minds. 'And they were paying for it.'

It was strange how the villagers had suddenly become 'our people', but that's how we felt about them.

'Do you think they did it in the end?' she asked, not specifying who 'they' were, and not needing to.

'Probably not.'

'Why do you say that?'

'Because if he had, then I don't think any of this time travel business would have been needed.'

'You think he was told to have sex with his sister and couldn't because it was against his laws, and that's why the house has made everyone since want to do what they shouldn't instead?'

'Something like that.'

'Then what can we do to stop it?'

'I've no idea, absolutely no idea. But I'll lay odds it's something to do with you and I doing it instead.'

'But we're not brother and sister.'

'No, I know, not yet anyway, but it still seems to be down to us somehow. Maybe we've got to wait until our parents get married.'

'Oh, I hope not. Then it would be just as wrong.'

We lapsed into silence, thinking about what we'd seen but unable to relate it to any possible solution to our present day problems. It was as if everything was hidden behind a blanket of fog, a blanket that had lifted enough to let us glimpse beyond it, but not enough for everything to become clear, even for an instant. I wondered, with a feeling of dread, if Angie and I would have to make love after her father married my mother and made us step-siblings in a kind of surrogate act, but that didn't make any real sense. We lay turning things over and over in our minds, driving ourselves crazy trying to find a solution but with none forthcoming, until in the end we both drifted into a shallow sleep.

I half expected to have that dream again, or a similar one, but I was spared the intrusion, and in fact the only real interruption to my dozing was when I awoke with an absurd case of the giggles. My mind told me it was brought on by a realisation that this was the very first time I'd cuddled a naked Angie without her nipples being hard enough to dig into my chest, but I suppose really it was me trying to recover from the trauma of what we had seen with a silly irrelevant thought. I felt Angie fidget in my arms and murmur something in my ear, but she didn't wake properly and so I wasn't faced with an idiotic and embarrassing explanation. After a night such as we had endured, attempting to explain why I was laughing at her nipples being soft was something I could well do without.