The Abbey Farm Curse Ch 16

The Abbey Farm Curse

Chapter Sixteen.

I awoke with an overfull bladder and shrugged myself quickly into my bathrobe to go and attend to it. I don't know why I bothered to put my robe on, no-one else seemed to bother, in fact as I stepped out into the corridor there was Shannon, walking unconcerned and completely naked back to the bedroom she had shared with Rhys. It must be said that she really was a stunner, and the only fault I could find with the svelte figure that walked towards me was that her dark nipples were set rather too high on her breasts, but that is nit picking in the extreme. Rhys was a lucky man. I wondered to myself how often during the previous evening he had alighted on the thin landing strip of dark hair that pointed the way to her pussy.

'Morning Gary.' She was shockingly at ease with her nakedness, making no attempt to either cover up or to flaunt herself, and I soon discovered why.

'Rhys says that you and he share absolutely everything, just recently apparently even including your women,' she told me in a completely matter-of-fact voice. 'Now I don't mind that idea at all. To tell you the truth I've always had the hots for you, but then you were married before. But now he says you're not, so I'm up for it anytime. Would you like it if I came to your room?'

For a moment I stood there stunned at her brazen offer. Maybe the abbey was at work again, but there was a very clear crack at me in her remarks over Angie and I wasn't sure if Rhys had set it up with Shannon, or if she was an innocent -- well, maybe not so 'innocent' -- tool in his machinations. I was pretty sure that she was blameless or she would almost certainly have betrayed it in her voice, but I was determined not to rise to my brother's bait and so I forced a smile. 'I'm sorry gorgeous, but not this morning, I'm feeling a bit off. But I'd love to take you up on it another day?'

'No problem, Rhys has my address if I'm not here.'

She smiled so openly at me that I was even more convinced that she was genuine, and for a moment I wondered if...! But then, that smile could as easily be at the behest of the abbey. That didn't stop me watching her shapely rear view wandering off back to re-join Rhys though.

Breakfast was a strange meal for myself and the girls. Rhys and Shannon had yet to emerge from their room and it was soon very clear why when we were forced to sit at the table listening to extremely uninhibited lovemaking going on at the far end of the house. Shannon was as ready to share the sounds of her orgasms as her favours. I've no idea what Rhys was doing to her, or with her, but she was evidently enjoying it.

'Why the fuck couldn't he be as good as that with me?' grumbled Angie as Shannon screamed another 'yeesss!' at the top of her voice.

I hate to admit it, but the noises off were beginning to get to me, and I had to fidget around a couple of times to make a growing erection comfortable. But eventually the noises faded out and peace reigned, presumably as the pair ran out of steam. They had certainly made an unusual beginning to the day.

It's a shame your mother didn't come with him,' Willow commented shortly afterwards. 'I don't expect he'd dare bed someone so openly with your mother in residence.'

'She's not here until tomorrow,' Angie reminded her, 'so he's still got tonight to make us all jealous in.'

'And is he making you jealous?'

'Not to be with him,' Angie snorted, 'but listening to those two was making me a bit damp, if you know what I mean.'

'Well, now's your chance to ignore your urges,' I told her, hearing voices down the corridor.

Rhys and Shannon breezed in without a care in the world, sat themselves down and began pouring cereal into their bowls.

'You all know Shannon, don't you?' Rhys enquired.

'Not as well as you do,' replied Angie, unable to resist the chance of a quick dig.

'True.' Rhys acknowledged with a quick boyish grin that instantly defused any potential situation. I'd forgotten how charming he could be when he wanted to.

I had some paperwork to do, so I excused myself and went back to my room to immerse myself in my laptop spreadsheets. I needed to drag all the invoices, receipts and so on together so that I could present Ma with a coherent report on how I'd been spending George's money and when she might see a result. I wanted to get it all done and out of the way before June came, so that when she did we could all concentrate on the more important dilemma of how to keep both my mother and Rhys out of the way of the abbey's problems.

I've always been good with accounts and paperwork in general and I was soon deep in the mire of value added tax, bulk discounts, and the rest, and time went quicker than I expected. At one point Willow brought me a coffee and the news that Rhys had gone out to take Shannon home, but apart from that I remained undisturbed well into the morning. When I heard the door click behind me a second time I was heavily into the problem of thirty odd hours' worth of labour that we seemed to have been charged for but hadn't used and it was just when I was about to ring the firm concerned, so I was not all that happy with the intrusion. But then, when I heard the voice all annoyance disappeared.

'Hi sweetheart. Angie let me in, I hope you don't mind.'

I spun around and stood up all in one movement and two seconds later June and I were in each other's arms with our lips locked together. Accounts could go hang!

'You are a sight for sore eyes,' I told her when we pulled apart.

She was nearly dressed in a pair of shorts made from cut off blue jeans and a halter top that just about kept her decent but cheerfully revealed the lack of a bra. And this on a morning when my libido was already set to rev up at the slightest excuse.

'I only wanted to help you take your mind off things,' she giggled.

'By putting it onto others?' I asked, looking meaningfully at her the points of her nipples showing through her top.

'Mmmm, I sort of hoped you'd notice,' she cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them to me, distorting the logo on her top in the process.

So, she too was in that sort of mood, what a promising day. I moved forward, hooked my fingers under the hem of her top and pulled it over her head in one move, although she did bend forward to make it easy. Moments later she had unbuttoned my shirt and we were falling onto the bed both stripped to the waist, and all thoughts of the reason for her presence, or of others being in the house, were totally dismissed. It was good to feel June's skin on mine again, even if it was only halfway, the warm softness of her body pressed against me so that my chest hair scratched sexily at both of us. Not that I'm particular hirsute, few ginger nuts are, but I do have something of a manly thatch.

'Mmm,' she murmured, wriggling herself against me, 'I've been waiting for that.'

We kissed again, our mouths moving one against the other with lips entwined and tongues exploring. It was gorgeous and we were in no hurry to part, wrapped in each other's arms on the bed as if nothing else in the world mattered. Even when our mouths eventually separated and June lay back on the bed looking up at me, we were still under each other's spell. I propped myself on one elbow and gazed down at her, those lovely sky blue eyes smiling back at me framed in their cloud of blonde hair. I reached over with my free hand and ran the back up and down her cheek until she closed her eyes and nuzzled against the backs of my fingers, then I turned my hand over and cupped her face in my palm ready to be kissed again. Several times we kissed with my hand holding her face while she embraced me with one hand entangled in my hair and the other around my back, until finally I drew back and began to run my fingertips gently down over her neck and on to her chest. I paused, looking at her as if asking for permission to continue, grinning back at her smile of contentment before cupping her breast in my palm.

'Oh, this is gorgeous Gary,' she whispered. 'Will you promise me that we'll do a lot more of this after everything is finished.'

It was a guarantee I was only too happy to give.

'Loads and loads, and only with you, always with you,' I promised.

She smiled and abandoned herself to pleasure as my hand massaged her breast and I leaned down to kiss her nipple.

The knock on the door was both discreet and insistent, a light tapping of knuckles on woodwork that said 'stop what you're doing and answer the bloody door'. I took a deep breath in readiness for telling whoever it was to go away, but June gripped my arm and shook her head.

'No Gary. My fault, I'd forgotten. I asked them to give us fifteen minutes and then knock, because we all need to talk. I think I might have an idea on how to get around our problem.'

I quite liked the way she said 'our' problem.

'Can we come in?' Willow's voice asked softly.

I looked meaningfully at June's semi nudity and she shrugged and nodded.

'This isn't the sort of place to go in for modesty,' she pointed out simply.

'Yeah, come in if you need to,' I called out in mock exasperation, adding as a alarmed afterthought. 'Where's Rhys?'

'They've gone out, we told you. But what I want to know is, are we too soon or too late?' Angie asked, grinning hugely at our position and state of dress.

June's 'too late' came simultaneously with my 'too soon'. I looked at her in bewilderment.

'Too late to join in,' she explained, leaving me wondering if she only meant on this occasion or too late altogether.

'Do you want us to take our things off as well?' Willow asked June, trying to keep a straight face. 'Perhaps you'd be more comfortable?'

'No need, but it's up to you,' June told her, pretending to give it serious consideration.

'Never mind that,' Angie interrupted. 'I want to know what your idea is. We can all undress later if you like.'

I wasn't certain what Angie meant by that, but I let that lie too because I also wanted to hear what June had to say. There was a definite sexual charge in the atmosphere, but it would have to take a back seat in the present circumstances. We let the innuendos drop in favour of sober discussion, June wriggled further up the bed and sat cross-legged on the pillows and the rest of us sat leaning on one arm on the bed edge around her.

'Okay,' she began. 'First thing. Can you and Angie cope with what you have to do on that altar at midnight on Midsummer's Day?'

That was the least of the problems and we both gave an embarrassed nod of assent.

'That's all right then. I just wanted to be sure.' A tiny awkward smile flitted across her mouth and a pang of guilt went through me. 'Then the only difficulty is trying to keep your mother and brother out of the way, because I don't suppose you mind Willow being around?'

'No, in fact I'd prefer it if she was.' Angie shook her head, looking at her friend. 'Just as a kind of lookout if nothing else, you know what I mean?'

'But we absolutely cannot let the other two find out.' I emphasised my words with my clenched fist pounding the bed. 'It would kill Ma if she got to know.'

'Right,' June came back in. 'I've got an idea for keeping your mother out of the way. I have a couple of friends, Sheila and David, who are on the Parish Council. Now I think, if I ask them, that they can come up with a convincing invitation for your mother to have supper with them that evening, maybe as a 'welcome to the village but what are you going to do with our local monument' kind of supper. Now, knowing David's homemade wine, they can soon make sure she won't be able to drive back, and they'll invite her to stay over. When she gets back in the morning everything will be over.'

'Yes, that's fine,' I muttered, trying to think of problems -- other than the fact that it was a rather flimsy straw we were clutching at, 'but, without meaning any offence, can we trust your friends? I mean, how much would they know about what was going on?'

'Yes, they can be trusted, absolutely. They are two of the friends who used to come here with Peter and myself. You remember me telling you?'

I remembered.

'And they wouldn't need to know too much about it. They know what this place is like, so they'll make a good enough guess to understand your need for privacy if I tell them you've found a way to expel the influences acting here, but they won't ask too many questions. Trust me, they can keep secrets and they can be very convincing. They'll persuade your mother to join them for a meal with no trouble, after all they once induced another couple to be filmed spanking each other.' Intuition told me that I needn't ask which couple that was. June had once mentioned getting herself spanked here.

'Okay, that's sorts his mother out, but what about Rhys?' Angie asked her.

'I'm going to ask him out on a date,' June stated simply.

There was an absolute stunned silence before I managed to get my mouth into gear. 'No you are not.'

'Can you think of anything more likely to interest him?'

'I can't think of anything I want you to do less.'

'Look.' she stood her ground, 'from what I've been told about him, it would really float his boat to date someone you're known to be interested in, now wouldn't it? So it's bound to get him out of the way.'

I could see where she was coming from, and I thought she was on the right track, after all his ego would love to put one across me. But I baulked at letting him have my woman.

'That's not the point,' I told her from behind a pointed finger. 'What happens if he comes on strong? The idea of you and him doesn't bear thinking about.'

'I'm a big girl now. I know how to repel any advances I don't want, and I don't want any.'

'That's all well and good, but he might, and he might force the issue.'

'Look, I reckon I can handle him, but if push comes to shove I can always lie back and think of England.'

'Not bloody likely.'

'But I can put up with you and Angie, eh? Now come on, what's good for the goose, etc.' Our voices, and our emotions, were getting higher and fiercer. It was Angie's voice that brought us back to earth.

'Well, if I didn't think you'd fallen for each other before, I do now!' Her voice dripped with sarcastic exasperation and we abruptly shut up and gaped at her. 'How many women would do for you what June is offering? And how many couples could build a relationship at all in these circumstances?'

She stopped for a moment and then went on, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. 'I love Gary in a strange sort of way. Part of me is so glad that he's found someone like you June, especially after what he's been through, and I'm sure I'm going to love you too. But part of me will be jealous every time you climb in bed together, even though I know the few times I've stolen were just that -- stolen. My only excuse is that I've got this pile of stone as an accomplice in that theft. Now we have all got to do everything we can to cure our new home of its curse, so shut up with the whinging and sort out the details.'

The last part of that was directed straight at me, and after it I felt very selfish for even complaining. Jealousy suddenly seemed such an unnecessary luxury, and so we did as Angie suggested and sorted out the details. Bizarrely, Angie's little 'telling it as it is' session made us all bond even closer than before, June included. Even Willow had an appreciative little smile on her face, with not a hint of personal jealousy. It was quite a team that we were making, one that I could almost believe would beat this place. By the time we'd finished going over June's ideas and the pros and cons that occurred to us it was lunchtime and we were all feeling hungry, so Angie went to make some sandwiches while June phoned Sheila to try and get her and David's much needed collaboration. Willow and I simply sat back and waited.

We listened intently to June's explanation to her friend, and it must be said that she did a really good job. Without going into detail or naming names, especially the kind that might land Angie and I in too much future mire, she described what had been happening and what the abbey had revealed to us, going on to tell what we needed to do and how we planned to do it. There was a little question and answer session at the end, during which we were only privy to the answers, and then, apparently satisfied with what she had heard Sheila gave an unqualified commitment to help us out on behalf of both of them. We all breathed a sigh of relief at the first hurdle cleared as June broke the connection and closed her phone.

'Well done,' I told her. 'I don't think I could have done that.'

'They're old and very good friends and they know exactly what the abbey can do,' June told us unselfconsciously. 'After all, I've had sex with both of them here, both separately and together, and they know it was only being here that made that happen.'

I wasn't sure that I needed to know that, but she told me so openly and with such a lack of embarrassment or guilt that I couldn't be jealous, especially in the coming circumstances.

'You'll all have to meet with them when this is all over.'

That would prove to be an interesting moment, I thought, what with just about everybody having fucked just about everybody else.

Angie came back carrying an enormous tray with a large plate of assorted sandwiches and coffees all round, but it wasn't the tray that made us all stare. She had also taken off her cheesecloth shirt and jeans, and was now wearing only a tiny pair of white briefs.

'Well,' she said to our astonished stares, her plump breasts swinging as she placed the tray down on my dressing table, 'I didn't want June to feel the odd one out, so I thought I'd join in.'

I could see what sort of mood she was in. It seemed that we had all woken up feeling that bit sexier than usual, and the feeling was showing no sign of wearing off. There was one possible problem.

'What are you going to do if Rhys comes back?' I asked her.

'Put my clothes back on,' she told me, as if it were obvious.

I looked around in an overstated manner, as if trying to spot her absent clothing.

'Alright, I take your point, I'll go get them,' she turned around, sashaying exaggeratedly out of the door, her bottom swaying invitingly as she went.

'What's got into her?' Willow asked, surprised.

'Nothing, and I think that's the problem,' June chuckled. 'She's got the hornies.'

'You can talk,' I reminded her, 'remembering how you came in to me.'

'Yes, but I'd got a reason to feel that way. I haven't had any for a day or two.'

'And you think we have?' I asked.

'Have what?' Angie asked, bringing in a bundle of clothing and tossing it onto a bedside chair.

'June thinks we've all been having it away again.'

'Huh! That'd be nice,' Angie looked down at June scornfully.

'So what triggered the latest trip to the Iron Age?' She asked pointedly.

I could hear just a little jealousy in her voice and I suddenly felt so guilty for what I was putting her through. I was about to open my mouth and try to pour oil over the waters when Angie beat me to it -- minus the oil.

'Nothing, bloody nothing, certainly not a good session,' Angie stated bluntly, frustration as plain in her voice as jealousy had been in June's.

'Actually,' Willow interrupted the budding argument. 'We went back to the church with the intention of watching each other playing with ourselves, not with each other, just with ourselves. But before even we got started we were sent to see what it wanted to show us.'

'And I for one was well disappointed,' Angie added. 'Just the idea of doing that really got to me.'

'We thought it would be nice and intimate, you know, sort of personal and sexy, but not over the top.' Willow commented. 'Maybe it'll happen another time, although if we get everything settled this weekend it's probably too late.'