The Abbey Farm Curse.

The Abbey Farm Curse.

Chapter Twelve.

Angie and I slept late the morning after we witnessed the fate of the Celtic village, in fact if it wasn't for Willow waking us up I think the workmen would have arrived well before we surfaced.

'Let me guess what tired you two out,' she suggested with playful sarcasm.

'And you'd probably be wrong,' I told her as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and levered myself into a sitting position.

'And of course, I'd believe you.'

'Look.' Angie looked up irritably. 'We've had better nights, okay?'

Willow cocked her head to one side in query, curious about Angie's mood.

'Yes, we started to have a bit of fun,' Angie went on, 'but then before much happened we got whisked off to that village again. You know - the one that was here before the abbey.'

'Yes, I know which one you mean, No need to get aggravated just because you got interrupted.'

Angie sat up in bed, making her full breasts swing as she turned rather abruptly to face Willow. 'Look. It's nothing to do with being interrupted. We got sent back and what we saw there was not very nice. In fact it was so not nice that we couldn't sleep afterwards, and now we're late and that's all there is to it! Is that all right with you?'

'What happened that was so bad then? Don't tell me another Countess got it where she shouldn't.'

There was both ridicule and curiosity in Willow's tone. I saw Angie's face darken from the levity in Willow's tone. But then Willow had no idea of the horror we had witnessed. I thought it was time to cut in before a full-on row developed by default.

'Pack it in, you two. We did see something else, something really unpleasant, and we also think it might be important, so when we've got ready for the electricians and the drain layers, then we need to sit down and talk again. And we need to do it where we can be serious without the abbey interrupting.'

Willow's mouth pulled shut when she saw how solemn I was, realizing then that serious meant serious. I think they knew both what I meant by the abbey not interrupting. 'Then why don't we all go up to the 'Mucky Duck' when it opens?'

The 'Mucky Duck' that Willow spoke of was the affectionate title of the 'Grey Goose Inn' a couple of miles along the road into town, and it made as good a meeting place as any because it never filled up until well after midday.

'Yeah, okay, the builders and electricians will be able to look after themselves for a while by then. Now, shall we all put some clothes on before we give the electricians a shock?' Well, I thought it was a good pun in the circumstances!

Suddenly Angie's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes opened wide in shocked memory. 'My god!' She exclaimed. 'The bloody dentist.'

She saw Willow and myself looking at her with blank expressions and tried to explain while fumbling hastily through her purse.

'I've got an appointment for a filling, and I think it's today.'

She found the appointments card and scanned it, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

'No, thank god, it's tomorrow at eleven.' She glanced up at me. 'That's what reminded me, because the Duck opens at eleven.'

So it did, and at ten past we were all three safely ensconced in the part they call the 'snug', a small side room where people can go for a quiet and private drink away from the bustle of the bar.

'Right,' Willow began, 'all flipping morning I've been wondering what you're going to tell me, so don't keep me waiting any longer.

It hadn't been fair, but I hadn't wanted to start a conversation that might be interrupted at any time by a couple of dusty and insensitive electricians ripping up floorboards, or by another crew of builders wanting to be told where to (politely) stick their drainpipes. Anyway, while we sat in the quiet and relative security of the little bar I satisfied her understandable curiosity and told Willow what had happened the night before and what we'd witnessed. She sat with a very sober look on her young face, instantly seeing the implications of what we'd seen, if not the reasons for it. Suddenly she shivered as if caught in a draft.

'Just think. All those people were murdered right where we're living.'

'We don't know so for sure,' Angie told her, trying to be positive.

Willow looked at her scornfully. 'Do you think all those things would have happened at the farm if they weren't?'

Angie shook her head in silent sadness.

'Looks like we all agree on one thing then.' I didn't want to dwell on that dark fact. 'We've been shown something of the cause of the abbey's troubles.

''If we'd been shown the cure too it might have been handy,' Angie observed regretfully.

'But I think we've been pointed in the direction of one.' Willow straightened up suddenly, as if a brainwave had just struck.

Angie and I looked at her expectantly.

'Didn't you say you had a dream where your mother wanted you to have sex with Angie?' She asked me. She'd remembered my dream too and realised its potential worth, but it wasn't the breakthrough that we needed though because we still didn't understand its significance.

'Well, yes, but it wasn't the same. It was set where the church stands, not the house.'

'Maybe, but I bet it's a pointer.'

'Look,' Angie broke in, stating the obvious and looking about her to make sure nobody overheard. 'If the cure is for my brother to have sex with me, they're out of luck, because I haven't got one.'

'No, I know, but maybe being related doesn't matter, perhaps just living in the same household might be enough.'

'No, there's got to be more to it than that.' I didn't go along with that idea. 'Otherwise every time any members of the opposite sex lived here together, that would have been sufficient.'

'Then there must be something special about you, because nobody else has had these windows into the past or we would have known about it. There must be something about you two that hasn't applied before.'

'Okay then clever-clogs, what?'

'How do I know?' Willow reinforced her answering question with an expressive Gaelic shrug and that was the end of that particular line of reasoning, but it had struck a chord with all of three of us if only we knew how to interpret what we'd been shown. All the clues were there, but as yet we didn't have the key to the puzzle. 'I think the whole thing is coming to a peak and we're being steered to some kind of resolution,' she added, all of a sudden.

Nobody had much to say about that shaky but logical conclusion. Angie and I both nodded in cautious agreement. It was as if we couldn't decide if we were glad that might be the case, or scared that it was. Probably scared that it was. All of a sudden Angie, frustrated and generally pissed off with things, unexpectedly gave in to her feelings.

'Sod that fucking house,' she burst out.

Willow and I looked up, startled by her words, seeing bright moistness in her eyes as she continued. 'I'm so fucking mixed up. We've got to sort the place out or we'll none of us have any peace. I don't mean any offence, and I have enjoyed what we've all done, and sometimes even the things we've seen afterwards, but I can't live my life sleeping with people and not knowing if I want to do it for myself or for the place I'm living in. Sometimes I feel a real slut for wanting to open my legs to either of you, but then sometimes I feel so close to you both that it feels so damn right, and I want to know which one is me and which is our fucking house.'

'Sshh!' I warned her, alarmed at her volume. 'Keep your voice down.'

We all looked around, but we were still alone in the snug and there was no sign that anyone elsewhere had heard. Her frustration was understandable, we just didn't have control of our emotions anymore. None of us knew how much of our attraction to each other was real and how much was induced. We had all just been carried along helplessly on a tide of lust, and now we were getting confused by our feelings and worried by the likely consequences.

'I hope.' Willow put in carefully. 'When all this is over, and we get the house back to being only bricks and mortar -- which we will, I'm sure - we don't feel guilty for ourselves or badly towards each other. I know I'm only a kind of bystander, but I feel so much part of your lives I'd hate for us to let things come between any of us afterwards.'

'There's no 'only a bystander' about you, Will,' I told her, knowing Angie would agree. 'You are as much part of all this as we are. Don't let yourself feel side-lined, we're all together in this and we won't allow anything to get between us.'

It was an intense moment and so, of course, my mobile phone rang. 'Hi Ma,' I said, as normally as I could.

Two pairs of feminine eyes pinned themselves to me, watching every nod I gave the 'phone, listening to each 'ok' I spoke, and trying to interpret my every expression. I finished what had been a one-sided conversation, more of a set of instructions really, and looked back at the girls.

'Rhys will be here tomorrow,' I told them flatly. 'Can we pick him up from the station at about one, she says.'

'Yeah, I'll do that after the dentist,' said Angie with an air of resignation, 'I'll stay in town till he gets here.'

'Fuck! This is going to be difficult,' I sighed, not looking forward to my brother's visit. 'How are we going to handle things?'

'We let nature and the abbey take its course.' Angie stated. 'What else can we do?'

'You know what you're saying?' Willow asked.

'Possibly,' Angie told her. 'Got a better idea have you? And could we stop it anyway?'

'How the hell will he react if anything happens that includes him?' I asked anyone who cared to answer.

'I don't know. But the abbey will make sure it's ok, like it did with us.' Angie sounded almost upbeat, and I felt suddenly and unexpectedly jealous of her incredible ability to bounce back.

I'd tentatively arranged to see June the next day, but the problem now was that Rhys would be arriving then and I felt we needed to see what her take on that was, so I rang her to change the arrangements, readily receiving an invitation to call in as soon as I could. We went back to the farm shortly after, the news that we'd soon have Rhys with us having made us even more anxious. We'd got no further in trying to figure out what to do, but we thought we'd begun to understand what was happening. But at least the workmen had been busy whilst we'd been away and good progress was being made both with the wiring and the drains. The electricians told us that by the end of the afternoon they'd be finished with all they could do until the place was replastered, and the pipe layers were now working on the drains from the dairy across the yard.

I heaved a sigh of relief and shot off to visit June and see if she could ease my aching brain. There wasn't a lot she could say, apart from agreeing the massacre was the cause and we -- as a group -- were somehow the solution. What we needed, she said, was more information, and it seemed we were being deliberately drip fed that at a predetermined rate. We should carry on as before, having sex as the whim, and the house, took us, and seeing what other windows into the past might be opened. June could be remarkably perceptive at times, and she could see I knew that already but that I needed her permission so as not to damage our growing bond. I was confused about the relationship that was developing between myself and June. We were not yet a proper couple, or an 'item' as modern terminology would have it, and yet we were no longer 'just good friends' either. I absolutely wanted things to deepen between us, and I was pretty certain she did too, but the situation at home made it difficult. More to me, I think than to June. The casual sex everyone was involved in held me back from the love and commitment I found I craved. How could she and I begin a full blown relationship while she knew I was fucking another girl almost nightly? And yet it seemed she could be quite matter of fact about the times I'd fucked Angie, and I was quite sure I'd be as jealous as hell if she was still screwing somebody else, whatever the reason.

Nevertheless we did manage to spend a couple of hours in bed together, and no, I'm not going to give you the details. Let me say that June makes love with all the same abandon and enthusiasm as when she just has sex. We coupled urgently and fiercely the first time, but then there was a long intermission during which we caressed and cuddled each other and whispered endearments into each other's ears. Then we made love, coming together with all the affection and passion of a Mills and Boon, and it was wonderful. Afterwards we ate together and then she sent me on my way with a solemn plea that I should bed whoever the abbey wanted me to, because in that way lay the solution to our problems. She was wonderfully understanding and I loved her all the more for it.

Perversely, when I arrived home I felt a pang of jealousy to find the two girls relaxing in bed together themselves, even though I'd spent a lot of the afternoon in a similar place.

'Anybody home?' I called as I walked through the building site that would eventually become our family lounge.

'Angie's room.' Willow's voice came in reply, and I knew immediately what they'd been doing. The feminine giggles I heard as I climbed the stairs only served to confirm it.

'Well?' I asked, as I wandered into Angie's bedroom without knocking. 'Does it work for both of you?'

'Does what work?' Asked Angie, her fake innocence shattered by Willow's giggles.

I couldn't help but smile. They lay on the bed together with Angie's head resting on Willow's shoulder, both naked and with the now familiar vibrator lying on the bedside table, and she asks 'does what work?'

'I take it that it did then?'

'My god yes. It was awesome. Will did it for me and I came and came and came.'

'I didn't think you were going to get involved for the time being?' I asked Willow, wondering how Angie had persuaded her into bed, given her statements the night before.

'I wasn't, but I felt as horny as hell, and anyway, how can anyone resist a girl who looks that good?' She indicated Angie with a free hand, and promptly made her blush.

I had to agree with her, Angie did look beautiful, and the faint residual shine of juices on her shaven labia made her appear an outright sex bomb. It's funny though, I wasn't even tempted.

'A bit frustrating for you, though, wasn't it?' I asked her.

Willow shook her honey coloured locks and smiled broadly. 'No, Angie used it on me too, and she's not the only one who came more than once.'

I should have cottoned on before, because now she'd told me I could see she still carried a faint post orgasmic glow. Good for her, I thought, she's gone without long enough. It was a strange thought to have about a girl's lesbian sex life, I suppose, and if I'd have had to choose one girl to have sex with that evening, it would have been Willow. The abbey, I realised, still had the aphrodisiac aura about it and it was still working, although I wasn't sure if I should be glad about that or not.

'Come on then,' I told them, 'get dressed so I can tell you what June advised.'

'Okay. What does she think we should do?' Angie asked.

'Shag like rabbits.'

'Well, we'd figured that out ourselves.'

I went into our little kitchen to get the coffee going while they made themselves decent.

'Ok, so what else did June advise?' Angie asked as they came through to join me, now fully dressed but still managing to look sexed out.

'Nothing, except have loads of sex,' I told her, smiling to myself.

'Nothing?' She repeated, curious. 'So what did we get up for?'

'I told you. Nothing.'

'You bastard, you used it to get us out of bed!' She laughed as she realised she'd been had.

'Makes a change from men trying to trick girls into bed,' Willow giggled,

'Ah, but then they never lived here,' I pointed out.

'Alright, now we're up, and what I want to know,' Angie asked. 'Is what are we going to tell Rhys?'

'Yeah, we spoke about that too,' I told her. 'Probably the best thing to do would be to warn him we've experienced strange feelings and urges here but without telling him exactly what, and then see what happens. I mean, we'd look complete loonies and perverts if we told him we'd all been to bed together in order to visit the Iron Age and then he didn't feel anything at all, wouldn't we.'

In fact, after we'd discussed it a bit we decided to say even less than that. We would tell him that Abbey farm was a strange place, and say he'd find out himself if he started to ask in what way. We had no idea how he would react to anything more than this very basic information, and we worked on the old maxim of 'least said, soonest mended'. The other decision we made was that on what would be our last night on our own we'd all sleep in Angie's bed so we had the best chance of getting ourselves sent back to Celtic times and thereby solving the problem before anyone else got involved. The only trouble was that, when it came time for bed, none of us was feeling horny. Affectionate, yes, but horny, no. Perversely this was one day when the abbey decided not to encourage us. Nevertheless we all headed for Angie's room and began to undress, just in case our mood changed.

Like mine Angie's bed is a double, but with three people in it there wasn't going to be a lot of room and we'd unconsciously come to an unspoken agreement that I'd take the centre with one of the girls at either side. I must admit that it was an arrangement I was all in favour of. I lay on my back in the middle and extended my arms, indicating to the girls that I'd like them to cuddle close. It wasn't that I was suddenly feeling randy; I simply wanted the warm feel of their bodies snuggling up to me, almost like having a flesh and blood version of a security blanket.

Angie climbed in beside me and let me hook my arm around her shoulder and pull her to me, and Willow would have done the same. In fact she was just about to get in the other side when Angie stopped her.

'Take everything off Will. Let's all be naked together,' she told her.

I'd noticed that Will had kept her panties on and put it down to her not really feeling like having sex. I'd felt disappointed too. I can't explain why, but like Angie, I didn't want to feel clothing of any sort between us either. Something to do with human companionship and closeness, I suppose. I was glad that Angie had brought the subject up. Willow shrugged, bent down and slid her panties down her legs to kick them away before climbing in bed beside me.

We sort of shuffled about a bit to get comfy, but I thought the position we ended up in was wonderful. I found myself on my back with my arms around each of the two girls, hugging them both close. Both of them lay with their cheeks resting on my shoulders, Angie having her hand on my chest playing casually with my nipple, and Willow resting hers on my lower stomach, right above the start of my pubes. Normally, of course, I would have preferred her hand a little lower, but tonight I didn't mind, where it lay was beautifully personal and would do fine. Angie had immediately thrown a leg over my thigh, pulling my leg in between hers, and it wasn't long before Willow did the same, so that I found myself spread into something like a starfish, but it didn't matter either and it was nicely intimate without being overtly sexual.

'What are we going to do now?' Asked Willow.

'How about nothing?' Suggested Angie, already sounding drowsy.

And nothing is basically what we did. We lay together in Angie's bed enjoying each other's presence. True, the girls pulled my thighs closer between theirs so my legs were spread wide apart and their pussies were pressed against the skin of my thighs, but other than Angie sleepily rubbing herself against me for a few minutes with quiet sighs and 'mmms' of pleasure, there was absolutely nothing erotic at all.