The Abbey Farm Curse

I woke the following morning feeling guilty about my lustful thoughts of the night before but peculiarly pleased with myself at having resisted them, even though I knew pure tiredness had lent a big hand. I showered, which helped clear my head, then dressed and went across for breakfast, surprised on wandering into our so called 'kitchen' to find Willow and Angie both already dressed and up and sitting at the table, breakfast dishes empty in front of them. A yawned 'good morning' brought an echo from them both but apart from that they were strangely quiet. This time it was different, loaded kind of quiet. I didn't actually notice that until I sat down with my own bowl of cereal and looked across at two very serious faces.

'What?' I asked, looking from one to another and hoping that they'd not fallen out over anything.

The two girls looked at each other and then looked at me. For a few seconds there was silence and then Angie looked meaningfully at Willow who drew a deep breath.

'There's something we need to tell you.' She looked distinctly uncomfortable as an obviously pre-selected spokesperson.

My spoon hesitated between the bowl and my mouth. 'Go on.'

'We've just spent the night together.'

The spoon returned to my bowl with a clatter as I put my own interpretation on the statement. 'What?'

'We both slept in my bed.'

There was a long pause while I tried to get my head around that statement.

'Is that slept as in slept or as in...?' I asked eventually, letting the question hang because I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

Another long pause, this time from the girls and accompanied by guiltily downcast eyes, confirmed what I thought.

'How? Why?' If truth be told I was a little bit jealous.

Another heavy silence and then Angie started to explain.

'When we went to bed last night I started to feel really frustrated. I know I was tired but I really needed some sort of release from somebody.' She looked directly at me, eyebrows raised.

I got the message and my heart suddenly started to beat faster from guilty knowledge.

'Anyway, because I couldn't get what I needed.' Another meaningful look. 'I started to help myself -- I don't have to explain that, do I?'

I sat dry mouthed with illicit excitement and mutely shook my head.

'And then I heard Will call me from her room asking me to go and help her, or at least I thought I did.'

'But I didn't call to her, honestly.' Willow interrupted then, leaning forward to get her side across. 'Like Angie, I'd started to feel horny when I went to bed and I started to feel like I had the previous night, you know, about not caring if everybody heard me and wanting someone to see me? But I wouldn't let myself. I just sat on my hands. Not really of course, but in my mind, you know, metaphorically? To stop myself?' She looked to see if I understood what she meant and I nodded again.

'I was as randy as they come, but I daren't play with myself again in case you heard me two nights in a row and thought I was some kind of slut, so I lay there and pretended I didn't want it. I even rolled on my side and tried to go to sleep but I couldn't, and then after a while the door opened and the light came on and Angie stood there stark naked, asking me what was the matter.'

'I'd never even thought about stopping to put anything on when I heard Will calling me because it sounded so urgent,' Angie interjected. 'I just got out of bed and went straight round to her room.'

'Hang on! So what you're saying is that you started to feel randy and then for some reason Angie thought she heard you calling to her from your room, even though you hadn't? Is that it?' I asked Willow. It didn't make a lot of sense to me.

'Yes, and I honestly hadn't called her, really.'

'And yet I distinctly heard her ask me to come and help.' Angie was adamant. 'I thought she'd got stuck or something, that's why I didn't wait to get dressed. I never thought she meant that sort of help.'

'When I saw her naked I knew something was going to happen, I could tell she was feeling sexy and she is so beautiful.' Willow made Angie blush. 'I'd never realised until then how attractive she is.'

I tried to picture the scene and only succeeded in triggering an erection. It still didn't make much sense but at least it was interesting.

'She asked me what I wanted.' Willow looked at Angie and blushed herself. 'I don't know what came into me, but before I could stop myself I'd pushed the bedclothes off and said to her "I need you to help me come".' She smiled self-consciously at the memory. 'She went absolutely white and for a minute I thought she was going to storm out, but then she climbed on the bed beside me and started to touch me.'

'I was in shock,' said Angie. 'It felt like an automaton was doing it, not me at all. But I found I did like doing it. I'd never touched another girl's pussy before and I really enjoyed it, like I was satisfying a sudden urge.' She paused 'No, not urge but need. I needed to do it. I never thought of it as playing with my best friend, it just seemed the right thing to do.'

'It was the right thing to do as far as I was concerned, you have magic fingers,' Willow giggled at her with embarrassment and then looked up at me. 'She made me come so easily and so hard I thought you were bound to have heard us.'

By now my cock was standing up like a ramrod and I tried secretly to adjust it to make myself more comfortable.

'After that Will did it to me, but she did it with her tongue, and my god that was awesome,' Angie said quite matter of factly. 'Then she wriggled up the bed and kissed me and I could taste myself on her lips.'

'Then we fell asleep,' Willow spoke with an embarrassed finality that said she'd made her confession and now wanted the whole subject to just go away.

I wasn't quite so ready. It didn't make sense to me. I was sure there was something going on that I wasn't privy to and I wanted to know what it was.

'Hang on a minute.' I looked from one to the other. 'So, what you're saying is that both of you, for some reason yet to be explained, suddenly get accidentally persuaded to sleep together after how many years of knowing each other? I think that story sounds like it was written by the Brothers Grimm. Look, if you fancy each other and you've been waiting for a chance away from home, just do it, it's none of my business. You certainly don't need to make silly excuses like hearing voices.'

I must admit that part of my resentment was because I'd felt just as randy and it seemed that I'd had been left out in the cold.

'It's no fairy-tale. That's what really happened. And that wasn't the end of it either, was it?' Angie seemed to have taken my words in her stride, ignoring my sour look and smiling while Willow started to squirm with embarrassment.

'No,' said Willow reluctantly, while I wondered why neither of them seemed put out by my derision.

'Because later on we woke up and did a sixty-nine, with her on top.'

To my astonishment Angie looked at me with pride, as if telling me that she'd recently gone down on her friend was an achievement. The real achievement was making me so bloody envious that I felt sick inside. Right then I wanted Angie so badly I thought my cock would explode in my trousers, and I wouldn't have thrown Willow out of bed either. I wanted either or both of them, but they wanted each other. What sort of perverts were we all turning into?

'We just thought we ought to tell you,' Willow added, again trying to bring the conversation to a close.

'In case you do it all again and I catch you at it?' I asked snidely, anger and jealousy making me brittle.

'Yes,' said Angie, deliberately missing the sarcasm. 'But if you ever do catch us you can watch. We won't mind, really, will we Will?'

'No,' Willow agreed, not sounding quite as sure as Angie. 'But like Angie said, it was like we just needed to do it with each other and we thought it only fair to tell you what happened. It was a once only and I'm sure it won't happen again.'

'Spoil sport.' Angie stuck out her bottom lip in a mock sulk, and I had the feeling that much as Willow probably meant what she said, Angie looked as if she would make sure it did happen again. In the back of my mind was still the thought that Angie had only pretended to hear Willow call to her so she had an excuse to go into her bedroom. The fact she went in nude seemed to bear this out. Although why she'd suddenly fancied Willow I'd no idea, and why the fuck couldn't she have turned right instead of left when she walked out of her bedroom, my cock had got to be better than Willow's tongue. I pushed my abandoned breakfast bowl abruptly to one side and rose from the table.

'Let's get some work done, I reckon we can finish the plaster for lunchtime if we don't hang about.'

The two girls followed silently, they could tell I wasn't happy about their revelations, but they had no idea of the real reason. I expect they thought I was angry at their lack of morals, not jealous because I hadn't been invited.

We threw ourselves into the work that morning and we had the last barrow of plaster sweepings out and in a skip before midday. We had worked almost silently for the second day running with an atmosphere you could cut. I regretted showing my jealousy but, much as I tried not to be, I was in a sulk with myself for most of the time. But then, to my surprise, Angie buttonholed me in the shed as we put the tools away and tried to put things right between us.

'Gary, I'm sorry,' she began. 'I really don't know why last night happened. It was a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened. But I must be honest and say I enjoyed it, even though I'm not gay - and you know I'm not. Don't be mad at me Gary, please.'

'I'm not, Angie,' I smiled ruefully, trying to make amends. 'It was just a bit unexpected, that's all.' More than a bit in fact, but I didn't want to say so.

'And I still fancy you, you know that too.'

There it was again, an invitation to do what we shouldn't. What the hell had got into her, or the rest of us for that matter?

'Angie. Whether you fancy me or I fancy you, or what, it just can't happen. Our folks would have a fit if we did anything about it, and you know it.'

'Yeah, I know.'

I felt sorry about the wall I was building between us, half of me wanted to take her up on her implied offer, but the other, more sensible half, daren't. I was trying to insulate myself from her charms and my mother's inevitable wrath if I did 'misbehave' as she had put it. I badly needed the market garden to work, after all it was my future and I had only a very slender hold on it. But that didn't mean I wanted to alienate either Angie or Willow.

'Angie?' I tried to find words to explain. 'Angie, I don't know what's happening, but it seems we're all wanting things we shouldn't, wanting to do things that we wouldn't have dreamed of before coming here, and I can't understand why. I do fancy you, but I'm sure it's got something to do with us being here, and it wouldn't happen anywhere else, and so what would happen if we did do anything?'

I didn't get any further, my explanation had not been articulated well enough and now my foot had well and truly been planted in it.

'Oh, I see. So you'd fancy me here, where there aren't any other girls, but I wouldn't be good enough if we were somewhere else. And even here you don't really want to do anything in case you feel you'd gone beneath yourself later. Is that it?'

Her voice would have cut diamonds. That wasn't at all what I meant, but her interpretation was understandable.

'No, Angie. It's just that I don't want us to have any problems with our families.'

'Well, there won't be any problems, and there wouldn't be. We're all adults and we're as free to get it on together as anyone else, at least for the moment. But you won't because you think I'm beneath you because I'm still at college and you're a bloody jumped up teacher -- or you were until you put it where you shouldn't have.'

Being reminded of my misdemeanours stung and I lashed out. 'That's why I'm being more careful where I stick it these days. You've already proved that you'll go to bed with anyone, even another girl, so how would I know who's been there before me?'

'Bastard!'

With that she turned and went upstairs to shower and eat, her head high and her shoulders taut. I knew I hadn't exactly reacted well, so I remained leaning on my broom and wondering what to do next. My first job should have to be to mend the very broken fences between myself and Angie, and I hadn't a clue how to do that, or why they'd been shattered like that in the first place.

It seemed to me that so much had happened in the few days we'd been here, so many lines had been crossed and so many rules broken, and I began to wonder if there was something in the metaphorical water. Was it us, three young and single folk, free of the nest and stretching our wings? That could possibly be true for the girls, but young was stretching it a bit for me, and I'd been married and had lived away for several years, or was this the reason I was so far resisting temptation while they were not? And why was the temptation suddenly there in the first place? With my head full of unanswered questions I headed for a shower and some food.