The Abbey Farm Curse. Ch. 18.

The Abbey Farm Curse.

Chapter Eighteen.

Saturday night was uneventful, as least as far as I was concerned, and at breakfast Sunday morning nobody showing signs of it being different. In fact the whole atmosphere in the house seemed to have changed. There were no lewd remarks, no silly giggles, no slovenly half-dressed appearances, just five people showered and properly attired, who sat down together for a normal cooked breakfast, prepared by the two girls while everyone else levered themselves out of bed. It has to be said that Ma's presence did put us all on our best behaviour, Rhys included, but that wasn't all of it. The conversation was naturally quiet and polite, centred on the family's plans for the future, what we were going to do with the abbey and its proposed garden centre, what we should grow, what we should sell, and how we should sell it. It was refreshingly ordinary and held out great promise for the future, if only Angie and I could secretly carry through with what we needed to do that night. I can't say it was easy though, trying to act normally with a very abnormal evening looming ever nearer.

The rest of the morning continued in the same vein, for all lascivious thoughts and unwanted urges seemed to have taken a back seat. Ma and I sat down in her room to work up a planting chart for the fruit orchard. It didn't take us long, once you've decided what to grow there are only so many ways you can fit the plants and trees in, and still allow for machinery and cultivation. But then she wanted to try and visualise how it would look on the ground, which necessitated a wander around outside. I wasn't too worried about that, as the less contact she had with everyone the better, but then, to my dismay, she set off to look around the remains of the abbey, including the church, and I began to feel uneasy. Fortunately, when we got there the spirits of the place seemed to be still asleep too, for neither of us, as far as I'm aware, felt the slightest urge to misbehave. My silent prayers of gratitude drifted skyward.

It seems that she'd got a vague idea into her head about having the ruins excavated and turning them into some kind of tourist attraction. I could well see them becoming an attraction, but not for the reasons she had in mind. I did my best to dissuade her, citing the Ancient Monuments Act, which may or may not exist, and all sorts of other potential bureaucratic obstacles. I think, I hope, I changed her mind, because she sighed and turned back, commenting that it was only an idea anyway. My pounding heart began to settle back to its usual rate. That small false alarm was just about the only excitement for the day. In fact things were so normal, so untroubled, that I began to wonder if our plans for that evening were really necessary. Were we really living in a ghostly presence, and did Angie and I really need to have sex together again? Then I realised that I'd answered my own question with that word 'again', because if it wasn't for the force governing our behaviour we wouldn't have done it in the first place, or at least I didn't think so.

Nobody seemed to know when Rhys was due back, or even when George was likely to arrive, and so Ma instructed the girls to have dinner ready for our usual time, and if they weren't here, then too bad. As it happened Rhys came back just as Angie's father arrived, and by brilliant timing both were here about five minutes before the meal was ready for serving. I'll give Angie and Willow their due, they can muster a fantastic Sunday roast. Our traditional roast beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and so on would have put many a good class restaurant to shame. No wonder everyone tried not to miss it.

After the meal Ma took George on a tour of the grounds, new buildings as well as old, to show him how far we'd got and what was next to do. As soon as they rose to go out so did Rhys, and so I tagged along too, determined that he shouldn't get his own story told first every time. The result was, of course, that neither of us got the chance to say much at all, which is probably the way it should have been. It was good to know that George seemed well enough pleased though. Not unnaturally I suppose, Rhys returned the favour by leaning over our shoulders while I went through the accounts with George and Ma, equally determined that I shouldn't cloud his waters there. I remember hoping that when this curse thing had been settled later that day, assuming it was, that Rhys and I could get along a bit better, because otherwise life was going to be unbearable every time he was on leave. At least when George and Ma left later on we'd neither of us had the chance to turn George against one or the other.

The atmosphere between Rhys and the rest of us then deteriorated rapidly. We were all a bit on edge, the girls and I because of what we knew was coming, and Rhys presumably because he had his date with June. He was clearly feeling pleased with himself, although none of us could let on that we knew why, and he made it obvious with snide remarks and self-congratulatory comments. I think we all decided not to take the baits that were being offered and in the end he gave up trying to wind us up, and we all sat watching our snowy television or reading, with conversation at a standstill. It wasn't until later, when Rhys went through to shower ready for his date that Willow broke the almost total silence to voice a question that must have been bothering her. She waited until Rhys had been gone for a few minutes and then looked around before leaning forward conspiratorially to ask if we thought we should turn our task that evening into some form of ceremony. It wasn't something I'd thought about in that respect and it seems neither had Angie.

'Why?' she asked, puzzled.

'I don't know,' Willow admitted. 'but it just occurred to me that the force behind all this might like us to, you know, to show that we understand its significance.'

'Mmmm, maybe,' I said slowly, 'but we can't go overboard because we're trying to keep the damn thing secret.'

'What do you have in mind?' Angie asked.

'I don't know that either. Perhaps just a drape over the altar and a couple of ceremonial candles?'

'Candles would blow out,' Angie pointed out, 'but we've got a few barbecue torches left.'

'Wouldn't they be seen?' I asked, concerned about concealment.

'I shouldn't think so, not with the walls and all the bushes,' Angie reassured me. 'And even if they are, it's too far from the village for anyone to see more than just a spot of light.'

'Alright then, but just one at each corner, eh?'

'I'll do that,' Willow offered, 'and how about a duvet spread over the altar?'

'That sounds good,' Angie told her, 'and at least then we'll be a bit more comfortable.' She smiled a mischievous smile. 'And Gary will be able to see what he's doing!'

'Cheeky mare!' I shot back at her, and then the subject was abruptly dropped as we heard Rhys in the corridor just outside.

Two seconds later he came in wearing just a bathrobe and dropped back into a chair pretending wonder at our surprised looks.

'I'll get changed in a minute,' he told us, 'I daren't leave you lot on your own for too long, who knows what trouble you might get into.'

We displayed studious ignorance at his jibe, though I couldn't resist a semi-innocent answer.

'We managed well enough before you got here.' I pointed out stiffly.

'Yeah, so I believe.'

We left it at that, and a few minutes later he levered himself out of the chair to go and get dressed. When he returned again he was dressed in a sharp grey suit with white shirt and red silk tie. It hurt, but I had to admit that he looked good.

'Like it?' He asked, shooting his cuffs and gazing down at himself.

'Very smart,' I told him.

'Got to do my best tonight.'

He paused, waiting for me to ask why and then continuing anyway when I remained silent.

'I've got a date with a real stunner. Even you'd like this one, Gary, and if she shags as good as she looks I'm in for a treat.' He stopped for a second, 'But then, so is she.'

I had to sit there pretending ignorance as to the identity of this miraculous woman, able only to reprimand his choice of language.

'Watch what you say Rhys, there are ladies present.'

'Yeah.' He smiled down at me. 'Three of them.'

He laughed openly as my face coloured and then turned to go, flinging his final remark over his shoulder. 'Don't wait up, I might not be back.'

'Just make sure my car gets back,' Willow called after him. 'I let him have it just to be sure he went,' she explained.

I hadn't given a moment's thought to his transport. 'Thanks Will.'

We still had several hours to go before our 'date with destiny', as I'd begun to call it to myself, and we sat with our eyes glued to the television and our thoughts all over the place. Time dragged unmercifully and I began to know what a condemned man must feel.

'Are you okay about tonight?' I asked Angie, finally breaking the silence.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' she answered, looking at me as if I was stupid. 'It's not like it's something I've not done before, is it?'

'True,' I agreed, 'but somehow the vibes have changed, haven't you noticed?'

'I have,' Willow commented. 'It's almost normal.'

'I've noticed that too,' Angie agreed, 'but I can cope with tonight, though I think it's going to be the last time.'

'Yeah, I think so too.' I was glad to hear her say that, my urges and feelings had also changed entirely.

'Don't get me wrong.' She hastened to assure me. 'It's not that I find you repulsive all of a sudden. It's just that I don't think we'll want to do it again.'

She gave me a half regretful and half guilty look, and then unexpectedly smiled broadly. 'And you have given me some lovely memories.'

That remark touched me and I felt a lump threaten to rise in my throat. We were acknowledging the end of an unnatural relationship and the return to a normal one -- beginning tomorrow.

'Yeah, me too,' I told her. 'We'll just have to make sure tonight becomes one of them.'

She threw her arms around me and gave me a friendly hug. 'We will.'

I knew we would, I'd made up my mind to make sure Angie enjoyed every moment. I was not going to fuck her, I was going to make love to her. This last time, I'd determined, was going to be the best.

'I'll be glad when this is over,' Willow remarked, 'then at least we'll know who really fancies who.'

I wasn't sure what to make of that remark. It had all sorts of possible connotations, and so I kept quiet, leaving it to Willow to expound.

'I mean,' she continued. 'We've all been making moves on each other, but none of us can really be sure until afterwards if they were for real or not.'

'What do you hope?' Asked Angie, clearly intrigued.

'Sometimes yes, sometimes no.' Was the unhelpful reply.

'Well, we'll know soon enough.' I told them.

We lapsed back into thoughtfulness and it was another half an hour before that silence was broken.

'Do you think we've got to come tonight?' Angie asked, abruptly breaking the quietness.

I thought about it for a minute, but the answer was obvious. 'I think so Angie, that's what it took to trigger the first time trips, so I would guess it'll be the same.'

'I'm not sure I can,' she told me, looking at the carpet under her feet, 'not with it being such a cold-blooded set up.'

'I'm sure you can,' I told her, 'because we can take all the time we need, so long, I think, as it spans midnight.'

'Help me, Gary. You will, won't you.'

'We'll take it very slow and then we can lose ourselves in it, you'll see.'

'I do hope so.'

We lapsed into silence, but then there was something I just had to say. 'Angie?'

She looked at me curiously.

'The time and place won't stop you being beautiful you know.'

She smiled at what had been a spontaneous and sincere observation. 'Nor you from being handsome.'

'I suppose good looks matter when you can't see each other properly?' Willow asked, trying to lighten the mood.

The evening dragged on, I sat thinking about what I needed to do and, perhaps with even more anxiety, what June was doing with Rhys. It was not the easiest evening I've ever spent, but eventually it was time and Willow set off before Angie and I to set up the props we'd decided to use. Somehow, making the whole thing a quasi-formal ceremony seemed the right thing to do.

'Ready?' I asked.

Angie nodded mutely and we set off, automatically walking hand in hand just as before. Ahead of us, looking eerily pagan through the ruined walls we saw the torches flicker into life. We could feel just a little of the fear and dread of the long dead siblings for whom we were doing this, and it was not a pleasant sensation.

'Make it work for me, Gary,' she pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper.

I looked across at her, concerned for the lines of worry on her face.

'I still don't think I'll be able to come.' She shrugged her shoulders.

'You will, sweetheart,' I promised her. 'We both will, I'll make certain of that. And anyway, I'm confident the abbey will help it happen for us, don't you?'

In truth I sort of believed that this time we were on our own and the abbey would, like Willow, simply be an interested spectator and so I was more than a bit anxious myself. There was definitely no sign of its influence because even though I was setting out to have sex, I didn't feel at all horny and I definitely didn't have an erection. We would obviously, I told myself, have to work up to it gradually whatever we'd planned. We arrived at the church to find Willow standing behind the altar, rather like an ancient priestess would have been, smoothing down a scarlet covered duvet over the stone top. Beside her, in fact a couple of feet out from each corner, stood four barbecue torches, their flickering light illuminating the scene and sending golden flashes dancing across her skin.

'You've got nothing on!' Angie exclaimed, totally caught out, as I was, by Willows sudden nudity.

'I thought you'd feel more at ease,' she explained with a shy smile.

We'd arranged for Willow to be with us, mainly to stop us from looking over our metaphorical shoulders all the time for any gate crashers. We didn't expect to be disturbed, but we believed it would make us feel better to have someone there. But then we were disturbed. Some unwelcome individual decided that this would be a good time to ring me and my inappropriate ringtone of the 'Ride of the Valkyries' made me jump, my heart leaping into my mouth. I didn't even look to see who it was, interruptions like that I didn't need right at that moment, I just angrily rejected the call and switched off my phone. Whoever it was could wait, June was with Rhys, Willow and Angie were in front of me, and nobody else mattered right then.

'Are we ready?' I asked, returning to the job in hand.

'I'm ready,' Angie nodded, standing before the altar with her arms hanging loosely by her sides.

She looked about as ready as a convicted prisoner waiting for the hangman. I walked forward and grasped the hem of her top, waited for a moment as she raised her arms, and then drew it smoothly over her head, thinking as I did so that there was no going back now. I undressed her and then slipped quickly out of my own clothes, the light breeze raising goose bumps on my exposed skin. Angie was gazing at my half-masted cock, perhaps wondering silently if it was up to the job. Truth to be told, so was I, but I reckoned that any intimate contact with Angie would soon change that -- I hoped.

I bent down and scooped her up, laying her flat on the top of the altar, pale skin incongruously sexy against the bright red of the duvet cover. I smiled down at her, heartened by the genuine warmth in her eyes as she smiled back, and then leaned forward and began to 'feather touch' her with the fingertips of my right hand. I started at the side of her neck and very gently stroked her skin, scarcely touching her as my fingers glided slowly down her neck and under her chin, tracing along her jawline to go back to her ear and start again. She sighed with pleasure and visibly relaxed. I was on the right lines. Gradually I enlarged the areas of Angie's body that my fingers moved across, wandering from her neck to her cheeks, her ears, along her nose and just barely touching her parted lips, always moving slowly, softly and tenderly, my fingers roaming then across her shoulders, skittering on butterfly wings across her armpits and along her arms to where her hands were now raised behind her head. All the movements were gentle and languid as my fingers tiptoed across her skin, sometimes hardly making contact. Her breathing deepened under these attentions, reacting to this unexpectedly gentle touch with awakening arousal and bringing a smug smile of success to my lips. I looked up and smiled across at Willow, still standing behind the altar stone, but now with a slightly envious look on her face.

Now instead of crossing her body via random wanderings over her neck and shoulders, I had turned my hand over and trailed the back of my fingers beneath Angie's bosom before hooking them and completing the return journey by drawing my nails over the peaks of her breasts, dragging at her nipples as they went and catching at her nipple ring in the process. This had brought a small reaction, just a little gasp, no more than a sudden catching of her breath, but enough for me to know I was still on the right track. I repeated a similar action a number of times, circling the aureole before scratching lightly at the nipple and tugging at her ring, listening to her little gasps and moans before returning to gentle wanderings of my fingertips. Again I enlarged my play area, determined to do as she asked and make it work for her. Now I was roaming from her earlobes down almost to her pubic mound where my fingertips nearly, but not quite, touched the beginnings of her slit. Sometimes I skated in an almost direct line down the centre of her body, and sometimes I meandered around her neck, arms, breasts and sides to end the journey by following the crease of her hips, but always veering off just before reaching her labia.

Angie reached out and took a hold of Willow's hand, then closed her eyes to abandon herself to her pleasure. I could now include her thighs in my fingertip wanderings, working in a variable figure of eight, still crossing her breasts and nipples, but then running down the side of her body to her hip before crossing her stomach, moving so gently that her skin reacted of its own accord, rippling and twitching under my fingers as if I was tickling her. My fingers continued to her other hip and down the top of her thigh as far as her knee. Then I crossed to her other leg and ran zigzagging back to her hip on that side, being careful to make sure that my zigzag threatened to include her pussy, but always turned away just in time. I continued this soft movement for a while, sometimes describing a simple circle around her body, sometimes crossing in the figure of eight. She wriggled slightly and sighed with contentment. By now Angie and I were both in a state of increasing arousal and my cock was standing proud and ready, just out of sight below the level of the altar. I carried on, making it last, allowing her to get real pleasure from what was, in essence, a ceremony that might be described almost as an exorcism. I watched her back stiffen as my fingers traced their path across her breasts or down the front of her stomach from navel to pubis before wandering onto her thighs, never quite straying onto her pussy. Sometimes I used my fingers and sometimes my nails, but with never more than the lightest of touches, listening with satisfaction to her ragged breathing and her little whimpers and watching as she began to roll her head from side to side with her eyes clamped tightly shut.

Apart from these little moans of pleasure Angie had made no sound throughout all of this, but now she spoke, her voice tight and jerky as if she was nearly too randy to speak.

'Bloody hell, that is so good. Whatever you do don't stop, I think it's going to happen.'

I knew exactly what she meant and it was exactly what I intended. Now, as my fingers stroked upwards on the inside of her thigh, I just allowed them to take the direct route to her stomach, caressing her pussy as they went and as my fingers traced their way up the length of her slit I hooked them slightly so as to catch on her very erect little clitoris as they passed, bringing a little gasp each time. She opened her legs a little more to accommodate me, bending her knees to raise her thighs from the altar top. On my next circuit I took advantage of it, dipping just slightly into her very wet vagina before using two fingers to trace out the margins of her labia while a third touched her clit. This time, instead of passing straight on to stroke her belly I let myself linger on her pussy, caressing it several times up and down with the tips of three fingers. Now when I did finally move on her hips instinctively rose from the altar as if mourning my passing. I had not yet entered her properly, and her legs opened a little further, as if in invitation.

I repeated this teasing of her pussy each time my hand made its circuit of her body, never rushing, never taking a shortcut, always making her wait until at last my fingertips were back, peeking into her vagina, stroking her clit and caressing the sides of her pussy. I will readily admit that my teasing of her was giving me immense pleasure as well, knowing that she was under my control and that she would get her climax when I was good and ready. Eventually she could take it no longer.

'Suck my tit.' There was choking urgency in her voice - a 'for God's sake do it now' quality that betrayed her closeness to coming. 'And finger me - hard.'

I shifted position and bent over her, drawing her unpierced nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, hard enough to leave a mark on normal body skin and hard enough to give her a jolt of pure pleasure. Then, reaching down, I slid two fingers straight into her, immediately plunging rapidly and deeply in and out of her tunnel. Almost instantly she reacted, the mouth on her nipple and the fingers inside her combining with her already heightened arousal to act as the trigger for her orgasm.

'Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!' she cried out as she erupted into climax, her hips jerking in response to the explosions within her.

Her arms were thrown wildly outwards as she released Willow and grabbed instinctively for handfuls of the duvet, arching her back and straining her tightening muscles as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and fought to prevent her convulsing body from throwing my mouth from her breast and pushing my fingers from her pussy. On and on went her climax, waves of pure pleasure rolling through her until she began to believe it would never end until she passed out from pure joy. I stooped over her, ramming my fingers into her and gripping her nipple between lip-covered teeth as I smiled awkwardly at my success. I know I'm bragging, but I'd been determined to give her the best orgasm she'd ever experienced, and I reckoned to myself then that I'd succeeded. When finally it was over and Angie had gasped out a frantic 'stop', she lay with her arms thrown out and her legs still wide open and her chest heaving as she tried to regain control. Neither of us spoke and for a little while the only sound was that of her laboured breathing. Eventually she regained her equilibrium and a semblance of composure, straightening her legs and putting her hands nonchalantly behind her head.

'Wow,' she said finally, 'well I guess that'll do for starters.'

'Now, don't go forgetting what we're here for, will you?' Willow pointedly reminded us. 'It won't do if you get worn out before Gary has come as well.'

'That won't happen.' Angie promised, breaking into a smile. 'But this is too good to miss.'

'And we aren't finished yet,' I told her, moving around to the end of the altar where I could look up between her legs.

For a short while I just gazed at her pussy, taking it in as if I'd never seen it before and thinking just how cute it really was. It was beautiful, her outer lips framed her pussy in smooth lines of flesh, pink and shiny in the flickering torchlight, and her inner lips led my eye perfectly to her clit, the erect little button peeking invitingly out from its hood. My gaze strayed a little further down to where her vagina was slightly opened, inviting my tongue into a slick and shiny tunnel, the juice just overflowing slightly to send a tiny rivulet to outline her glistening anus, dark and puckered, half hidden deep in her crack. I was not going to have any trouble at all performing with this lovely young lady, my cock was already reminding me of its presence and its hardness with little urgent twitches, but I had other ideas yet. I pushed her thighs right back to give myself easier contact, making her sigh happily in understanding of what I had in mind, and keeping my hands firmly on the cheeks of her bottom and used my thumbs to push them apart, I lowered my face to her pussy and began licking her clitoris. Licking Angie's clit is something of an understatement because, quite deliberately, I pretty much worshipped it. I was sure this was going to be the last time she and I got together like this and I was going to make the best possible use of it. My tongue and lips enveloped here clit, sucking it from under its hood to be massaged by my mouth and tongue. I pulled it taught, holding the tip inside my mouth so that my tongue could work on it, licking, flicking probing, and caressing its head with my tongue tip. And all the time that I was licking her clit, I was also massaging her rolled-back bottom with my hands, moulding the muscle with my palm, digging my fingers into her bum cheeks, and spreading them as wide as possible. My thumbs were pushed into her flesh, firmly stroking, pulling, and pressing. I could tell that Angie had a second climax building, she was rolling her head and murmuring unintelligible encouragements. I wanted her to come harder than ever.

Her climax, when it came, was unbelievably fierce, making her clutch desperately at the duvet again, screwing the material into peaks with her hands, and making her cry out, as if pleading for help in coping with her pleasure. But this time she could not raise her pelvis from the stone because she was still held rolled up, though her muscles tried nonetheless, reddening her face and tightening her sinews in the effort. All through her orgasm I continued sucking at her clit, sending her into higher circles of pleasure, and only when I could tell her climax had passed its zenith and her body was beginning to unwind a little did I slow what had really been a veritable assault on her button, and then only so that I could include more of her pussy within the scope of my mouth. Now my tongue began long lascivious sweeps along the length of her pussy, starting just below her hole and ending just after it had made her clit bounce with its passing. I had wanted to make her come again, and this time use my tongue inside her, but she shook her head and pushed against my shoulder as if to say enough.

'Fuck me, Gary.' Her voice was a breathless gasp. 'I didn't think I'd want it, but I do.'

I looked up from her pussy. 'Soon Angie.'

'No, now! I can't wait, and anyway it's what we need to do.'

She was right, of course. Just as Willow had pointed out before, there was no point in Angie being satiated if I didn't make it. I clambered clumsily onto the altar top between Angie's legs, careful not to catch my rock hard cock on the hard stone side, and shuffled forward until I was above her, gazing down at her smiling face and feeling her welcoming arms going around me. I kissed her and it was wonderful, her tongue and mine fencing together back and forth into each other's mouths, tasting and exploring just as we had done the first time we had kissed meaningfully. It was as if the abbey had begun guiding us once more, and perhaps it had, but I didn't care. I could feel her body moving under me, writhing and pushing up to me, wanting me to enter her, just as I wanted to be inside her. I reached back to guide myself inside her.

As soon as the very tip of my cock found her entrance she sighed and pushed up to take it, sliding herself over me, enveloping half the length of my cock inside her pussy. She felt warm and slippery, so very wet and so very welcoming. I thrust down to meet her, pushing myself in to full depth and following on as she relaxed back onto the altar, keeping me sheathed right inside her. For a moment or two we stayed like that, gazing into each other's eyes with my cock deep within her and her arms and legs wrapped around me, before I began to move. Wriggling a little to gain more purchase I leaned forward to kiss her once more and started to thrust, pushing myself in and pulling back slowly and deliberately, heavy strong thrusts that made her grunt into my mouth as I pushed home. The kiss lasted for a long time and all that time I was pushing myself hard into her, but eventually we both succumbed to a need to breathe and we parted with a gasp to stare once more directly into each other's eyes. We hadn't forgotten why we were doing what we doing, but it no longer seemed to matter, even Willow's presence was only registered in the periphery of our consciousness. We were lost in each other, making love fully and completely, circumstances forgotten or ignored, all that mattered was our mutual pleasure and satisfaction.

I have no real idea how long our lovemaking lasted, and all I can say is that it seemed like forever. Our eyes locked together we thrust at each other, Angie pushing up as I plunged in, increasing the power and force of each thrust as our lust increased. Almost as soon as we began I could feel the beginnings of a climax, the little spot of heat and pressure was there, radiating warmth and pleasure, making me aware of it with every thrust of my cock into her pussy. Angie felt the same, I could see the arousal in her eyes, the tension in her muscles and the tightening of her grip on my shoulders, a grip that grew stronger and stronger until I felt a beautiful pain there as her nails dug in and pierced my skin. Strange that, because I've never been into pain, but this time the sensation made me gasp but turned me on like nothing else, the pressure in my balls growing with every pull of her fingertips. The build up to my climax was so long, so drawn out, that I began to wonder if I'd ever make it. My legs muscles were burning, my toes were beginning to cramp, but still the pressure in my balls grew and grew with every sign that the bursting of my dam was about to happen, but still it grew. Beneath me Angie was gasping loudly, her face red, her eyes and mouth wide open with her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, and the look of imminent orgasm plastered all over her.

When we did come it was simultaneously, with both of us crying out together, part ecstasy and part agony, Angie straining to push up at me while I forced my spurting cock as deep into her as I could possibly get. It was the longest and most powerful climax I have ever had, before or since, bar none. I seemed to be emptying myself into her without end, spurt after powerful spurt of my cum shooting deep inside her while she clung to me, wordlessly demanding every last drop. Eventually it ended, and when it did neither Angie nor I could get the breath to say a word. I was simply lying collapsed on top of her, shaking and trembling with exhaustion, my cock softening and slipping from her, unplugging her to let a trickle of wetness run from her, past my over sensitive tip. We lay there mute and spent, wondering if what we had just done had actually had the effect we hoped for. Were we now at peace and was this the end of our problems? Finally I managed to raise the energy to at least pretend to be a gentleman and raise my weight from my lover, feeling and hearing the sweat that had glued our bodies together give way. I slid from the altar just to lean on it, still wheezing and trying to support myself on gelatine legs, waiting to return to somewhere near normal. A few seconds later Angie slid down to lean beside me, the torchlight gleaming gold on the sheen of sweat covering her body. She gazed weakly across at me.

'My god, Gary,' she gasped, 'I've never been fucked like that before. If that hasn't done the job, I don't know what will.'

'I'm glad,' I told her, looking at Willow, who still stood palely naked behind the altar. She had remained silent up until that moment. 'That looked so good,' she told us, 'I'm glad you let me watch you both, I'll remember that forever.'

'So will I!'

Angie and I jumped like shot rabbits at the unexpected interruption and Willow spun around to where the new voice had come from, her hands flying up to try and cover her nakedness before she scuttled around the altar to stand with Angie and I. We gazed across the duvet covered slab into the black empty eye of the former east window of the church, not wanting to believe what our ears had just told us. The voice was that of my brother, the words understated in a calm and emotionless way, and all the more sinister for it.

'Proof brother.' Rhys moved forward to allow the torchlight to reach him, leaning on the stone sill of the missing window. 'I told you that all I needed was proof, and now I've got it, a camera full of first class, but very pornographic, pictures.'

He held a camera high, showing us how he had gained his proof, gloating at our misfortune and grinning broadly at his own success. Somehow he had shaken June off and returned here - and where was she, what had he done with her -- knowing or guessing where we would be. My entire world collapsed at that moment, all I had hoped for, all I had dreamed of was now in ruins at my brother's feet. Our efforts, mine, Angie's, and Willow's, to rid the abbey of its demons may well have succeeded, but all we had done was to give Rhys everything he wanted at the cost of our own happiness. None of us now would ever live in this wonderful place, nor could we hope to live in the metaphorical arms of a loving family. We were as good as outcasts from the minute the pictures were taken. My only hope was that June was okay and that she was not caught up in the mess.