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It was back to the shower to wash the sex off as it were and then we both went back to her bed. We kissed for a long time. It was a really long time. I fell asleep not knowing exactly when the kissing had stopped.
The next morning we tried to be stealthy about sneaking out of her apartment and to her car. She was going to drive me to work but just in case one of our parents was waiting to ambush me, she let me out a few blocks away.
Before saying goodbye, I told her about the party I'd been invited to that night. She encouraged me to go and she even mentioned that she might see me there.
So, another day serving coffee. While I was working that day, in the same clothes I'd worn the day before, I noticed that lawyer come in. She was wearing sunglasses but even then she turned her face away from me when she ordered. I tried not to look at her body or remember the fact that I'd fucked her less than 24 hours earlier. I told her how much the order was and she put the cash on the counter and slid it over to me. It was way more than her coffee was worth. I started to ring her up when she verbally added something.
"Keep the change."
Wow. That was one hell of a tip. Then I saw the little hidden piece of folded paper that was mingled in with the bills she'd given me. I got it into my pocket and I didn't read it until I'd handed her order to her and she was gone.
"I'm sorry for what I did." the note said. "Please accept my heartfelt apology. I can't have any trouble. I need to rely on your silence. Name your price and I'll compensate you."
I wasn't sure how to take this. What did it mean? And why the hell had it even happened?
After the last customer left and we were busy cleaning the shop the phone rang. Mrs. Carver answered and then she told me it was for me.
"Hello."
"John, are you ok?" asked my father.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Where are you?"
I looked at the phone which was a land line that was directly connected with the wall. "I'm at the place you just called."
"Where were you last night?"
"Dad, what's this about? Why do you want to know?"
"I just want to know that you're safe."
"I'm fine. I was out with a friend."
"Doing what?"
"Hanging out. Why? What's wrong?"
"Are you coming home tonight?"
"Eventually. I was invited to a party. I didn't think it would be a problem if I went."
"Where's the party?"
"Near campus. Dad, I know mom doesn't want me around."
"It's not like that, son. You've been listening to Terri too much."
"Anyway, I'm at work, dad. I'm fine, I'll see you tonight. And don't worry, I won't try to come into the house."
"I never said you couldn't come into the house."
"My boss is calling me. I have to go."
I got off the phone and wondered what his problem was. It wasn't like I hadn't just spent the night away from home before.
After work, I took the bus to the university again and I just walked around. It wasn't time for that party yet. I sort of got so bored that I decided to call Ms. Turner on a whim.
"Hello." she answered.
"It's John."
"You shouldn't be calling me."
"I have a question for you."
"Ok. What?"
"After I left, what did you and N ... um ... N, Norma do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, did you two do anything else in my room?"
"I can't believe you're asking me that."
"It's an important question and I'd like you to answer it."
"No. We were actually both shocked at what happened."
"What do you mean shocked? It was your idea."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started it. I shouldn't have dragged Norma into it."
"So you and Norma aren't a couple or anything?"
"No. I'm not a lesbian. I couldn't believe I did any of that stuff with her."
"I don't understand."
"John, you don't have to understand. Right now the most important thing is that we keep it a secret and we never let it happen again."
"Ok but answer me this. Why did it happen in the first place?"
"I'm sorry. It was my fault. I always thought you were cute and you were polite to me. And I guess ... well, I knew you wanted me so I just thought I'd take a chance."
"A chance?"
"That's the best I can explain it. I'm sorry."
"It's ok, but why did Norma join in? Why would you do things with her if you weren't a lesbian?"
"Well, you'll have to ask her about her choices. As for the gay stuff, you know, we were just caught up in the moment."
That was the most I was going to get out of her. I asked if it would be possible to spend some time with her the following semester. I felt it was wrong that I'd had sex with her and I didn't know really anything about her personal life. She didn't like that idea very much. I reminded her that she thought I was cute but she just insisted that it wouldn't be right.
After the call I was just walking around in a circle and wondering. Two women inexplicably wanted to have sex with me at the same time. When the sex was over they couldn't believe that it had happened. And how was my sister involved?
No. I was just imagining things. I was trying to see a pattern when there wasn't one. Two incidents could just be a coincidence. I didn't know about Ms. Turner's love life but she wasn't married and I didn't know if she was dating anyone. The RA slept on campus so she likely didn't have a lot of chances to fuck. So maybe it had just been a perfect storm of lust and they'd both given in. At the same time. With a student. And each other.
And the lawyer, well, ... um ... She was probably neglected. The secretary too. Yes. Two neglected and horny wives who just needed a quick fuck. With a random guy they'd never met before. That they thought was underage.
And really, how did my sister figure into all this?
I hadn't just imagined it. Had I? What if I had? I pulled out that note from the lawyer. It was real. I was looking at it and it still said exactly what I remembered.
Ok, maybe I was just lucky. I was just the right guy in the right place. Maybe I was unknowingly very handsome. I mean, no one really knows what women think except them and they never tell us guys the truth about it. Did I just smell good or maybe it was the way I parted my hair. It had to be something.
As my mind searched for a solution the words played back in my head. "You have inherited the family curse."
"No." I said out loud. That was just a joke, right? A curse by definition was a bad thing. Getting lots of sex is a good thing. So how exactly could that be a curse? If anything was a curse it was how my mother treated me.
So as for all the sex, well, I had been a virgin until I was 18. I'd missed out on all the sex that most teenage guys would have been having for years now. So yeah, I was owed. Yes, the universe was out of balance and I was owed some sex so the universe was paying up. I mean, why not? If I was going to engage in magical thinking then that was a better thought than thinking I had a curse that didn't make any sense.
Still, that did bring up the question of what had been in that letter. It was probably in my bag at the pool house. That is, unless Terri moved it somewhere. Anyway, whatever the truth was, I wasn't going to discover it while I was just wondering around a school I didn't attend.
I made my way to the address for the party and they let me in. It was still a bit early but the music was already playing and beer was already being served. I met a few people and played a few rounds of pool on the table they had. More people showed up and the music got louder and more beer was served and more people showed up and then the music got louder and then ...
I found myself dancing with this Asian girl who was pretty cute. Not that I was planning to do anything with her. And I didn't know what kind of Asian she was. She spoke with just a normal American accent. I guess she seemed more of what I imagined a Japanese girl would look like instead of a Chinese girl but who knows. I certainly wasn't going to ask. It would be just my luck that she'd been born in the states and wouldn't feel any connection to whatever country her parents or maybe even her grandparents had immigrated from. Maybe she might even be mixed with two different kinds of Asian. Did it matter? No.
The funny thing is, she actually might have told me all of that information but the music was too loud for me to actually make out her words. Even when she'd told me her name, I saw her lips move but I couldn't hear her voice.
She was very pretty, had a great complexion, and more than all of that, she kept wanting to touch me. I know what you might be thinking. But it wasn't like that. It was just dancing. We weren't grinding or anything. She just liked feeling my hands or feeling my hair. I wasn't making out with her or anything.
I did give a thought to my sister. Was this cheating on her? I felt I needed to speak with her again on what exactly the rules of our relationship were. She mentioned both of us getting married to other people eventually. Did that mean we'd sleep with each other behind our spouses' backs? Did that mean I should keep the fact that I have a girlfriend secret? If someone at the party asked me if I had a girlfriend, what was I really supposed to answer?
The more I danced with that Asian girl, the more confident I got. She was one of the most beautiful women in the place and she'd picked me to dance with. That had to say something. That had to mean that I was somehow a cut above all the other guys. Even when another guy came over to us to steal her away, I was going to let it happen. And no, not because the other guy was huge and could probably pound me. I mean, we're adults. We're civilized human beings who don't resort to violence to solve our problems. In the same matter, she'd chosen to dance with me and I didn't own her or nothing. If she wanted to leave then bye and if she wanted to stay that was cool. It turned out that she wanted to stay. So I kept dancing with her.
After dancing a lot, and I mean a lot; I asked the girl what her major was while we sat down to both get a drink outside on the front lawn.
"It used to be art."
"You're changing?"
"I have to. You can't get financial aid for an art degree anymore."
"Why not?"
"Cause people in the government think it's a scam. A lot of the art schools and art programs are getting shut down."
"Oh. Really? That's too bad."
"I know there were some people who were trying to take advantage of the system but I'm a real artist."
"I guess it's hard with art since a lot of it is just ... um ... one person's opinion."
"But it doesn't have to be. My paintings aren't shock pieces. Maybe my early work started out that way but I've grown. I do a lot of portraits now and I try to get the details right."
"So, if not art, then what are you going to major in?"
"I don't know. And I have to choose something in the fall. I guess I'll just do general studies so that I can do an art minor."
"Is that ok?"
"It's the only way to get any financial aid for art courses. And I'm good. I know I'm good. I used to think that I was a fraud but now I know I'm good. You want to come up and see?"
"Your work?"
"I have a few pieces in my room."
"Ok."
And that was how it started. We went back into the house and then waded through all the people to make it to the stairs. We went up the stairs and then the Asian girl had to chase away this couple that was making out in her room.
"What do you think?" she asked as she showed me a rather impressive painting. Imagine that, a work of art that was done with skill and love that was actually beautiful. And it looked like a real person, too.
"Nice. Who is it?"
"My old roommate."
"Well, that is very good. You could probably sell it."
"I wish I could but all the galleries want crazy or outrageous stuff. There isn't a market for normal art anymore."
"You could sell it yourself. There are online auction sites."
I was saying that while she put the painting away and then I heard the door close. I looked over at a light skinned black girl lock the door. You know the type. She was really tall and gorgeous with great tits and a perfect ass. Wait. She'd locked the door.
No. Not now. No. This couldn't be what it looked like. That had to just be like her new roommate or something.
Then I felt the Asian girl put her hands on me. I looked over at the black girl and she was starting to get out of her clothes.
WHY? What the hell was this? I pushed the Asian girl away and I went to the door. The black girl tried to stop me from getting to it but I pushed her to the side.
I reached out for the door handle and it didn't move. Not only did it not move, it didn't even jiggle. It was solid. It was like the wall, the door, the handle, and the lock were all made of one solid piece of stone and an artist had carved the image into it and it could not really open.
Yeah, that was weird. I was scared. Both women were naked when I turned back to them.
"What the hell is going on? Answer me."
"We're at a party." the Asian girl said.
I looked past her to the window. I had to get to the window. Their hands were on me and they tried to slow me down but I forced my way to the window. I could move the curtains and look out. There were a bunch of college kids from the party on the front lawn. I tried to open the window. It wasn't even locked but it wouldn't budge.
"What are you doing?" the black girl asked me as she tried to get me out of my pants.
Ok. Don't panic. There had to be a logical, empirical explanation for this. I was hallucinating. I was seeing things not as they really were. I had to also be feeling things not as they really were either because the black girl started to suck my dick and it was good.
Ok, I had to make sense of this somehow.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked her.
"Because I want to fuck you." the Asian girl answered before she too took my cock into her mouth.
"Why do you want to fuck me? Why me?"
"Why not you?" answered the black girl. "You're so cute."
"And college is all about experimentation and experiencing new things." the Asian said.
"Why won't the window open?"
"Maybe it's jammed again." the Asian girl answered as she passed my dick to the black girl.
"What if I said no? What if I said I didn't want to do this?"
"Then you must be a racist."
"Racist? No. Ok. How about we put this on hold. The three of us can go back to the party. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit then we can come back in here and do this."
"You already got to know me."
"Ok. I AM a racist. Yes. I don't like ... people who aren't like me."
"Then I'll have to cure you," the black girls said, "by making you fuck me until I scream."
"You do know that even slave owners ..." she then prevented me from speaking by kissing me and pulling me to the bed. The Asian girl helped her hold me down to the bed while the black girl got on top of me and started riding my cock. The Asian girl put her pussy right in my face. The two women started sucking on each other's tits and making out.
"You want some of this dick, bitch?" asked the black girl.
"You're just lucky I'll share him with you."
At this point I just decided to go with it. I was trapped in this room until I fucked them. One time was just a funny thing that happened. Two times could be coincidence. Three times and the door not even being able to unlock; that was a pattern. There was some crazy shit going on. These women could act dumb all they wanted but I knew there was some fucked up something messing with my life.
I took command of the festivities. I had the Asian girl go to her back and I got on top of her. Just to try things out, I ordered the black girl to just masturbate and watch as I fucked the Asian girl.
"But you're going to fuck me too, right?" she asked.
"Maybe. Tell me, what's your name?"
"Jennifer."
"And her name?"
"Just ask me. I'm right here."
I pushed into her as deep as I could go. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Yeah, that's what I thought. I did some shallow ins and outs from all the way in her and then I turned to the black girl.
"Her name?"
"Mao."
Mao? Like fucking communist China Mao? FUCK.
(Yeah, yeah, I found out later that it was a normal girl's name in parts of Asia but at the time the only Mao I knew of was the guy who butchered all those people in China. Next time you see something about him on the news, just imagine him in a dress with pigtails.)
Now I distinctly remembered a time when I could not hold my liquor as it were. I remembered back to the teacher and the RA and how I had just cum so quickly. That was not happening here. I was fucking this girl and I was trying to just get off so that this would be over. It was not working out for me. I eventually gave her an orgasm and I'd yet to have one.
I told the Asian girl to move and had the black girl lay down.
"But, you didn't cum in me yet." she complained.
"You want me to cum in you?"
"Yes. Please."
"Wait your turn."
I can't exactly explain why but fucking the black girl did in fact feel better. Maybe part of it was she was taller though if I had to judge I'd say the Asian girl was prettier. Oh, who am I kidding? They were both so drop dead gorgeous that I should have been cumming on myself if either of them just talked to me.
I was trying to get there. I really was. And I really hoped neither of them would pee on me. Yes I was still upset about that. What the hell was wrong with that woman?
Missionary wasn't working. So I had them both bend over and put their asses together for me. I fucked one and then the other and I went back and forth a few times.
And then I finally felt myself getting close. I had an idea. I didn't know if it would work exactly but I was going to try. I let out my first blast of cum into the black girl but then I tried with all my might to hold it in and I quickly got my dick out and penetrated the Asian girl. I let the rest of my cum erupt out of me into her pussy and I let my orgasm run its course.
As soon as I was done, the two women started doing 69 with each other so they could each taste my cum but I just started getting dressed. With all of my clothes back on I went for the door and just as I was about to touch the handle I heard a yell of disgust from behind me.
"What?" I asked as I turned around.
"Jen, get off of me."
"Mao, I'm sorry."
I watched and it was deja vu all over again as they were there in the room wondering what they'd done. I was waiting for them to blame me as I should have been blamed. I got the distinct impression that this was my fault. Not my fault as in I caused it but my presence at this party had affected them. But they didn't blame me. They blamed themselves. They both started to try and apologize to me, even as they were getting dressed and trying to hide their bodies from me. The black girl even asked me not to tell her boyfriend. Yeah, no problem.
One thing that I needed to do was cut through the bullshit.
"You remember me going for the door to get away?"
"Yeah." they agreed.
"Why didn't it open? Why couldn't I unlock it?" I was trying to get them to realize that there was some crazy magic stuff involved in this but then Mao pointed out that there were two locks on the door. There was the lock by the handle and then there was the lock at the top of the door.
"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?"
"I'm sorry. I wanted to have sex with you." Mao said.
"Why?"
"You're cute and I was jealous that she got you before I could." Jennifer said.
"But you have a boyfriend."
"Please don't tell him. I'll do whatever you want."
I tried the door again after she unlocked the top lock for me. I felt a great gust of relief when it opened just fine. They were both pensive when we left the room. I took their telephone numbers and Mao even sniffled a bit when she recited it to me.
"It's ok. I'm not mad at you." I said.
She didn't answer me but she did give me a hug.
"I hope we'll see you around." Jennifer said before they both left to mix into the party and then I lost sight of them.
Near the front door I found that my sister had finally arrived. Oh good timing.
"We need to go." I said.
"I just got here."
"I need to go home, now."
"Home? I was hoping you could come back to my place ..."
"Terri, it's important. Really important."
"What?"
"I'll explain when I know more but right now I need to get home. Pronto."
I was quiet during the drive out to the pool house. I wasn't about to tell my sister that I'd fucked even more girls. That was six now, not including her. But did I really fuck them or was I just losing my mind?
Our arrival at the house did not go unnoticed. We parked, got out, and headed to the pool area but our father was on us before we could get all the way there.
"Hey, kids. What's up?"
"Dad, go back in the house." I said.
"John, who do you think you're talking to?"
"Oh, you want to make this hard? Fine, I'm moving out. I'm here to get my stuff."
"Moving out. To where?"
"He's moving in with me." Terri assumed.
"Now wait, you guys. John, your mother and I talked about it. We didn't realize you'd be upset about living in the ..."
"Save it dad. I just need my stuff."
"You're right. We had no idea that you thought we were punishing you by putting you out here."
"Fine but right now I need my things."
"Now just wait a minute. We need to ..."
"Now dad. Right now. I need my things right now."
"So you can move out?"
"I don't have to move out but I do need my things and I need my sister with me."
"And why would that be?"
"Just call the police and have them do a property warrant. That's what I had to do." Terri added.
"Wait. There's no need for that. We're just talking here."
"We can talk, in the house where my things are."
My father led us pass and I opened the door to the pool house.
"Son, you're part of the family just like ..."
"Where are my papers?"
"Papers?"
"My letters. My papers. My binder."
"In the desk drawer." my sister said.
She hadn't even finished speaking when I rushed over and nearly pulled the whole thing out. Where was it? After a moment of searching and not finding it I was about to turn around and accuse my father of stealing it but then I saw the corner.
I pulled it out. This was the letter I'd gotten from the lawyer lady at the funeral. I looked at both my sister and my father. My little sister poked her head past the frame of my door to look in and see what was happening.
The words that the woman had said to me still echoed in my mind. "You've inherited the family curse."
I tore open the letter and pulled out the several pages that it contained.
Now, you might imagine that this would be some long letter that explained to me exactly what the curse was or that it might be some kind of joke at my expense like I originally thought. Instead it was a long list of banks, bank account numbers, access codes, and safety deposit box locations.
"What the hell is this?"
My father came over and looked. "Is this right?" he asked. How was I supposed to know?
My sister came over and looked. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Holy shit, son. That has to be something like 200 thousand dollars."
Ok, money is nice. Yay, for money and all but it wasn't telling me what I wanted to know. I frantically went through it all, page by page and there was nothing in there about a curse. The only thing that came even close was a hand written note at the bottom of the last page.
"All for you. Only fair after the other thing."
I should have been happy. As my sister pointed out, I was rich. But I didn't feel happy. I felt like I didn't have control over my life. Ok, so maybe women are psychic. Maybe they could all just tell that I had a bunch of money and they wanted it so that was why they had sex with me.
What? That didn't make any sense.
From the corner of my eye I saw my father pull out his phone to start to call someone.
"Dad, no. Stop."
"What?"
"You can't tell anyone."
"Why not? This is great news."
"John's right, daddy. Until we have this money safe in our account, we can't tell anyone about it."
I pulled out my phone and started to dial the number on the lawyer's business card. I wasn't surprised when I heard an automated message tell me the law firm was closed. However, I did get an emergency number from the message. I called that. It still wasn't the lawyer. I didn't know who it was. Probably some twerp they paid to answer the phone. Or maybe it was a call center. Anyway, I told them to get the lawyer on the phone for me.
"Tonight. Right now. Tell her it's the coffee guy. Trust me, she knows who I am."
I gave the guy my number and then we waited for a call back. It was tense in the room, at least for me. My father was making light of everything and Terri didn't know why I was so agitated.
If I'd inherited a curse, that means that someone else had the curse before me.
"Dad, did crazy things ever happen to Uncle John?"
"What crazy thing didn't happen to him?"
"He never got married. Why?"
"He loved the ladies too much. Even as an old man he was ..."
"Daddy, you don't have to go into detail." Terri said.
"He asked."
I was going to ask my father about the curse but as the sentence formed in my mind and my mouth opened, no sound came out. What?
(Did you ever hear of Uncle John having a family curse?) I tried to ask again. But again, no sound came out of my mouth. I probably looked really stupid with my mouth hanging open.
"John, what's wrong?" my father asked.
"Nothing." I answered as my brain yelled in panic.
"I can only imagine what you must be feeling getting all that money."
Money? No. Money was not what I had on my mind just then.
My phone rang and I answered.
"Karen, get your ass out here."
"Excuse me?" the lawyer asked.
"I need your help."
"Have you been arrested?"
"No, I need you to come to my house."
"That's not part of our deal."
"I'm making it part of the deal."
"I can't just disappear in the middle of the night. I'm spending the evening with my husband."
"Listen lady, I'm not asking. I'm telling. Get your ass out to my house, now."
"John, who are you talking to?" my father asked but I ignored him.
"No." the lawyer said. "I'll pay you whatever you ask, within reason, but I can't let you harm my family."
I rattled out the address to the house and then I told her "Every second you stall is one more second I get more pissed off. I'm waiting. You better show up. This is not negotiable."
"Tell me the address again." I gave it to her and then she said she was on the way.
It was about a half hour wait during which we all went into the house proper and sat at the dining room table. My father started looking over the pages and he used one of those old calculators with the big buttons to start adding things up.
Noticeably absent from this nearly complete family reunion was my mother.
When the lawyer arrived I invited her in and she was very surprised to see all of my family there. I guess she was worried I might have told everyone. I put her at ease by holding out the letter and asking her to look it over.
"I don't understand." she said.
I explained where I'd gotten it from and I asked her if this was legal. She just shook her head.
"I'm a criminal defense attorney. I don't handle this kind of thing."
"Oh, really." As she was saying it I did remember that there were some words to that effect on her business card.
"We're really sorry to call you out here at this hour." my father said.
"It's fine. I'm always happy to do a favor for my good friend John, here. You have to take care of the ones who bring you your coffee. I can get you in touch with someone who should be able to help with this but not tonight. If it's ok with you John, I'd love to see you in my office Monday afternoon. If you have time, of course."
"Yeah, ok."
"Very good. I look forward to seeing you."
"Before you go, could I ask you something in private?"
She looked annoyed but she swallowed it down and then smiled. "Certainly but I have to ask you to make it brief."
My father was then the one who looked annoyed as I went into a side room with the lawyer and I began whispering with her. No doubt my father thought I was talking about him. He couldn't be more wrong.
"Why me?" I asked. I thought I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear what she'd say. I was waiting for the word cute to come out of her mouth.
"This is why you really called me out here?"
"I'm trying to understand and I just need to hear the answer."
"Julie and I had recently been talking about what we'd do if we had the chance to have a fling with a strong, handsome young man. It was just supposed to be a fantasy. It was never supposed to be anything that we acted on."
Again I was hearing someone give me a reason as if they honestly thought it was their own agency that had caused them to do it. She really believed it had been her choice to take advantage of me.
"Can I call you Karen?"
"I don't see why not."
"Karen, I'm having a hard time coming to grips why this would happen to me. I'm nobody. I'm just a high school student."
"Excuse me? You're still in high school?"
"I'll be a senior next year."
"Oh my God. I thought you were ...."
"But I'm over 18. I just haven't graduated yet because the boarding school I go to has weird requirements."
"Well, you're a handsome young man. You can't be surprised that women would ask for sex from you.."
"Really? But it just seems so odd. I never imagined ..."
"That is the little kid in you talking. That is the boarding school student in you who sees women as these divine creatures on a pedestal. We're not. We're just people just like men. We like sex just like men. And just between you and me, you've got a lot more to offer in the sex department than a lot of other guys."
"I don't understand."
She came in closer to whisper even softer. "You've got a big dick."
"Oh."
"I suggest you start carrying some condoms with you in case you inexplicably get lucky and just can't help yourself. You don't want to catch anything and then bring it home to your girlfriend."
I jumped but only slightly. Not here. I was safe here. The only two women with me here were my sister (who I actually wouldn't mind having sex with) and my mom who made me feel like my dick would fall off is I ever saw her naked. I leaned back against the wall and hoped neither of them had noticed. My mother then handed me the bow tie but didn't wait for me to figure out how to put it on myself. She just started forcing me to stand up straight and she started doing it for me like I was handicapped or something.
Ever since the previous weekend, I'd been looking forward to spending more time with Terri but we'd had to be careful with my mother constantly wanting to be in my presence. My father might be trying to play everything off like there was no problem but my mom wasn't going to pretend like she wasn't actually chaperoning me everywhere. As much as she let me know with every look and every word that she did not want me around, she insisted on driving me to work, and driving me home. She insisted on sitting with me in the pool house after work and going with me no matter what I wanted to do.
Every moment that my mother was there just being angry, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to be with Terri.
However, my mother being a silent yet constant custodian was nothing compared to the damn door latches. Every time a door closed I got nervous. Every time I heard a lock get bolted or a key turning my nerves just freaked. I would be filled with dread and erotic excitement at the same time. It was a very strange emotional space.
I think I first really noticed it on Monday when I was at the lawyer's office. I really had thought for a good five minutes that the two women who were explaining to me the legalities of the inheritance were going to rape me. But it didn't happen. It didn't happen when I passed the secretary who had pissed on me. It didn't happen when I was alone with the criminal defense attorney who I'd had sex with or the bank lawyer whom she was introducing me to. I was just being jumpy.
I got spooked again another time on Monday and then three or four times on Tuesday. Once it even happened when I was in the living room of the house and my little sister came in to sit with me and my mother.
Yeah, I know. I have sex with my older sister, why not my mom or my little sister? But no. It doesn't work that way. No. Just ... NO! Ok. My mom is an evil witch and she halfway looks the part too. And my little sister is ... not old enough. Yeah, she's turning 17 soon but in my head she still just isn't old enough. Yes, I know that other girls who are not my sister are probably already doing whatever. Maybe even my sister Denise is as well for all I know. But the fact is, I don't know and I don't care to know. It isn't like that between me and her. Even if she were old enough I just have this block about it. It could never happen.
At least I hoped it would never happen. I pray. Please. Not them and no guys ever. Please. I wasn't really sure if the existence of magic meant that God had to be real or not or if God would even listen to the prayers of someone who was cursed but please, not my mom and not Denise.
So anyway, I had finally found a couple of minutes alone with my older sister Terri. Or, as alone as we were going to get. She was picking me up from work and I was going to change at her apartment because we didn't have time to go all the way back to the house. Our mother was going to be coming to Terri's apartment with a tux for me to wear. I could only pray that she had gotten a flat tire or got stuck in a traffic jam. Anything. Just keep her away. That's what I was thinking when I got into Terri's car outside the coffee shop. Before Terri even pulled away from the curb we had to go ahead and get a quick kiss in that hinted at more to come.
My sister and I knew we only had a few minutes alone while she was driving and there was a huge temptation to pull over and just do what we had to do. No time for foreplay. No time for making out. No time for talking. No time to even get out of our clothes. I wouldn't mind. At this point, I might not even care if we had an audience.
But instead of pulling over someplace and getting spotted by our mother in her own car, cause she was just crazy enough to try and sneak up on us; we were banking on getting to Terri's apartment before our mother had time to show up. Terri figured there was just enough time and it wouldn't look awkward. We had thought we'd made good time when my sister picked me up from work. Surely we might have just enough time to do this and finish at least once. Please. One time.
Nope. There was our mother waiting in the parking area of the apartment building.
Jackass parents. Why do they have to have the worst timing? I just knew my mother must have ran at least three or four red lights in order to get here that fast. I just knew it. And for what? Me and Terri were going to eventually find a time and place to fuck anyway.
But not now. We both greeted her and went to the door. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling getting an erection to go down in my pants in a way that would not make it show.
"Is everything ok?" our mother asked when we opened the door. It was obvious that she was sniffing the air to see if she could smell sex.
"Fine." Terri said.
My mother held out the tux for me to take. "Get in there and get this on. And hurry up. We have to go."
...
The wedding was being held at a very gaudy looking place with the most over the top decorations I'd ever seen. I didn't know the people getting married and Terri didn't either. Our father had a friend who had a client who had a brother and I think he was getting married but I wasn't sure so don't quote me on that.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Lolly lolly la. What to do, what to do, what to do? Don't look at my sister, don't hint that we're fucking, eyes forward. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Yawn. Look at watch. When was this supposed to start?
My father walked over to the pew I was sitting in and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Son, can you come help with something?"
"Sure. What?" Anything just to get this moving.
"The alter boy can't make it and this is the minister's first wedding so we need you to help."
"Me? I don't know how to be an alter boy?"
"It's no sweat. Just wear the thing and hold the book mostly."
"Get Denise to do it."
"She's already helping with something else and there aren't any other girls."
"Well, I'm not a girl so I don't know what you want me to do."
"There can be a male alter boy if there are no girls. Now come on."
"Fine. But if I mess up I don't want these people pissed at me."
"I'm sure they'll really appreciate it. Just go up and smile and you'll be fine."
Great. Just great. I went though all the trouble of putting on a tux and having my mother nit pick my bow tie and my cuff links and everything just to take it off and put on an alb. By the way, who names something an alb? What the fuck did that even mean?
Well, it wasn't true that I had to take off everything. Just the tie really. The trouble was finding an alb that would fit my height. So there I was, wearing a kind of white dress like a priest or something. I could see why only girls would want this job. Then my father brought me to this other room where the priest was waiting and left me there.
I was standing there in the frame of the door with the door wide open watching the priest and the bride go over last minute details of whatever. Then it would be my turn to be told what the priest wanted me to do while I was assisting.
Now, I guess I'll go ahead and get it out of the way. The priest was a woman. She had on the religious collar and the colored poncho thing and everything but she was definitely a woman and a young woman at that. She couldn't have been more than maybe 25. As I looked at her I started to wonder if this version of Christianity allowed the priests to marry since it almost seemed a shame to force a beautiful woman like this to never be with anyone. Not that I was thinking of myself. I had my sister after all so no need. But you know how it is when you see someone who is very attractive and you find out they can never marry and you just feel it's a waste. The priest lady had wavy, almost curly, black hair and green eyes. She reminded me a lot of an actress from a noir film I'd seen a long time ago.
The bride was more of the typical blonde. She was from Ukraine and there was a rumor going around that she'd met her soon to be American husband through a mail order bride type service. Not that I'm judging. If most American women acted like the stuck up, entitled college girls or professional women that I had to put up with on a daily basis, I didn't blame men for looking outside the country for someone willing to be a proper wife. Here I was, potentially with hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank and every woman I met treated me like garbage because I worked serving coffee. That isn't to say they can't choose to have a career instead of a husband. They can do with their lives whatever they want. Just please remember two things. One: if a man wants a wife instead of a live-in roommate don't be surprised if he passes on you. Two: Just because you work in an office with a huge salary does not mean you can touch my ASS.
Some of the regulars had even started to call me coffee boy. Was I a superhero now? I have a fucking name, ladies. It's on the name tag that I wear in full fucking view of your eyes. Learn to fucking read. Damn. And stop looking at my crotch. That's weird. Just stop it. I guess I shouldn't complain since they at least treated me better than the black road workers fixing the corner down the street. It still felt wrong though.
Anyway ... the priest and the bride were done discussing whatever it was that was holding everything up. The priest lady called me over to the big cross thing to talk to me next. As the bride passed me on her way out she smiled at me. She had blue eyes and shit she had a nice body. Well, maybe the priest lady did too but I just couldn't see with her wearing the kinds of robes she had on. Oh, sorry; vestments, cause as my mother would remind me later, this was not D&D.
"Hello." the priest lady said at my approach.
This was weird. I didn't exactly know what to do. Did I shake her hand? Call her father? Stare at her lips? So red. Why?
"Hello." I answered. "I'm just here to help."
"And I really appreciate it. Thank you. Only, there's one problem."
Problem. YAY. I can leave and go back to being a spectator.
"You'll need to take those studs off." she continued.
"My studs?"
"I can see them through the front there. Would it be alright to ask you to take them off and just use the buttons on the shirt?"
"Sure. Ok." It was fine by me. I didn't care. It was actually what I'd wanted to do in the first place only my mother was dogging me about paying for the studs so I had to wear them.
I undid the velcro thing around my neck and started to pull the alb over my head. When that motion was finished I heard it.
Click.
No. No way. Not here. Are you kidding me? Really? Come on man.
In the span of a second and a half my mind was cycling through the possibilities. I was going to have to have sex with someone. So fine, why should that bother me? But it did. I just did. It would not be my choice nor the choice of the women I would be with. But wait, I was probably just being paranoid. It probably wasn't going to happen. But if it did, I would again in a weird way be responsible. It was starting to sink in just how exactly something so wonderful could in fact be a curse.
I stood there with the alb in my hand and looked at the priest lady. Then I felt a pair of hands come and start to feel me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and the bride was there coming close to me. Well shit. At least she was attractive and I hoped not likely to piss on me.
Yes, I was still upset about that. Why wouldn't I be? And then when I went to the lawyer's office with my mother, the secretary that had done that to me was acting like there was no problem She just smiled and tried to pretend like everything was ok. But then I'd catch her looking at me with shame on her face.
Anyway. Back to the here and now. The damn wedding was supposed to have already started. Everyone was out there waiting for us. But what were we doing? I was standing there like a dummy while the priestess and the bride who was due to have already taken wedding vows half an hour ago both got on their knees in front of me, got my cock out, and started to take turns sucking my dick.
It was like the same script got downloaded into each woman when this happened. And I knew there was no way to escape. There was no way to run. I would just have to resign myself to not only letting this happen but getting myself to cum in each one before it would be over. Another man would revel in this and try to drag it out while they savored each moment of it. Not me. I needed this over with so I could get back to my life. That's what was important. Not that it didn't feel good but I'm not an animal. Pleasure isn't the only consideration.
I got my phone out and started taking pictures. See, I had this half thought in my head that I was simply hallucinating these events. I know that sounds stupid but I had already decided that if it ever happened again, I would get some evidence like a photo or something. The women didn't seem to mind. They were posing for me with my dick in their mouths.
"Say, um ... aren't priests supposed to be celibate?" I asked. I knew the question wouldn't get me out of this situation but I was getting sick and tired of not being able to talk about this with someone.
The priestess started to laugh as she turned over sucking duties to the bride. "Are you asking to marry me?"
"No. Why would you jump to that conclusion?"
"Me thinks you need to look up celibate in the dictionary."
"No, no. You can't take the high road on me." I said. "You're supposed to be celibate. I know you're supposed to be ..."
"Celibate doesn't mean I can't have sex."
"Since when?"
"Since the word specifically means not getting married. So I ask you again, are you going to ask me to marry you? If not, then I don't know why you're bringing celibacy into this."
Ok. I admit. I didn't have a come back for that. Note to self, look up celibacy in the dictionary.
"Well ... Um ..." I was trying to salvage the situation as the bride was trying to push me down to the floor so she could ride me. "You do know that you're about to get married, right?"
"I know." she said in her Slavic accent. "You are the last before my husband. My last chance."
That was another thing about the curse that just boggled my mind. How was it that the women would always just find a way to justify their actions? Did none of them really think there was anything weird about what they were doing? I mean, I guess I was sort of the same way the very first time it happened but I still knew something odd was going on. I had just thought things were more genuine.
Oh, wow. Look at that. The bride's makeup was getting all messed up from sharing a slobbering kiss with the priest lady. Pic taken. Doubtless she's going to want to get that fixed when this was over; which meant that it was going to take even longer before the actual wedding started. Thinking of that, weren't they scared someone was going to come back here and catch us?
I got on my back so they could take turns riding me. I figured that was the easiest way. The priestess held my cock up and aimed it for the bride's pussy so the wedding dress wouldn't have to come off for her to do this. I got a pic of my dick going into her. Well, well. Maybe she should take that white dress off after all cause she certainly wasn't a virgin bride. Not that I was judging, just calling it like I see it. Thinking about her situation, she probably put out for her rich American boyfriend pretty often in order to convince him to propose.
"I love this cock. It's so nice." the bride said. "I know you want some. Here. Come on."
"That's ok." the priestess said. "You can take your time."
"No. You come. I insist."
The priestess blushed and then consented. "Ok, but just for a bit. This is your big day, not mine."
"Does anyone care what I think?" I asked. They ignored me as I snapped away with my camera app so I guess that was my answer.
The priestess lifted her robes up and actually got all the way out of her panties, her sexy Victoria's Secret panties. I didn't get a long time to peek at her cunt, but she clearly did not shave down there. Again, not that I was judging, she just didn't give me enough time to get a picture is all.
The women changed places and the priestess started to bring herself into contact with me. But then she stopped. She looked scared.
"I don't know." she said.
"If you want to stop, it's ok with me." I said. "No pressure. In fact, don't we have a ceremony to get on with?"
The bride was not hearing it. "Do it. I know you want to. You told me how much you envied me. Now is your chance. I'm here. I support you completely. You trust me, ok."
The priestess bit her bottom lip and then started to lower herself onto me. Slowly down she went and the slick head of my dick came into contact with her. A little at a time and then I knew why she was scared.
"You're a virgin." I said.
The priestess turned red in the face and then looked away from me.
"Don't listen to him." the bride said.
Huh? I wasn't attacking her. I didn't mean it as an insult. We were having sex, the least we could do was be honest with each other while we were actually doing it.
The robes were just in the way. They weren't made like a wedding dress. They weren't designed to let you get fucked while you wore all that. Things had to go and the priestess started pulling at hidden clasps and zippers and things until she was able to start pulling all of that stuff up and over her head. She was down to her bra which matched her panties and I thought that might be it. However, even that was bothering her as she had sex for the first time in her life so the bride helped her get it off. Once she was all naked, she was actually stunning. Snap, snap, snap. I was going to keep those pictures for sure.
The bride put her ass above my face so I could lick her cunt. This put me in total darkness as the skirt of the wedding dress spread out all around my head. I had to feel for where her panties were so I could move them out of the way. Then, to my painful surprise, she shifted herself and all of her weight came down on my head for a brief moment. She wasn't that heavy but then again, my face wasn't designed for sitting on.
My sudden jerk to the side got their attention. To solve the problem, the bride started to get out of her wedding dress.
No. That meant we were going to be back here even longer. And ... HEY! Watch those high heals, LADY! She nearly stepped on my face.
Just then, while the bride was trying to loosen her dress enough to get out of it, I saw the priestess. Her hair was all aglow from the light coming through the stained glass window behind her. She was beautiful as she tried to enjoy herself. Her expression changed from struggling pain to delirious smile and back again. She leaned down to me and started to kiss me and I couldn't help but just put my arms around her and feel the sexiness of her body. It was a nice little moment.
But then the bride came and put her ass right next to my head and let her thigh go down on top of my face. She must just not like me or something. The priestess stopped kissing me and started to lick the bride's pussy. She just dove right in too. No hesitation at all. I got a close up pic of that.At this point she really wasn't so much fucking me as just resting her pussy with my dick inside of her. The walls of her pussy felt like they were choking me. It was actually slightly uncomfortable.
For about a minute I guess I mentally checked out. I was looking over at the flowers in some vase that was in the corner and I was wondering what the names of those flowers were, if they came from the same garden or from various places. My eyes scanned the room to get more familiar with the place.
I was looking up at the clock and I was thinking about the plan Terri and I had made earlier. We had both agreed that there had to be a way to be alone and fuck during the wedding reception. Had to be. It just never occurred to me to bring her with me to help be the alter boy.
That thought snapped me back to the present. Well, that and the fact that the priestess was getting off of me so the bride could get back on. We were going to be back here forever if I didn't go ahead and cum. At least that's how I thought it worked. I might be wrong.
I got everyone flipped around and the nearly completely nude priestess was on her back getting licked by the bride who was only in her garter belt and stockings. I moved behind the bride, grabbed her ass, and started to fuck her. Nope. Not a virgin. Not a virgin at all. And also, probably not going to get me to cum. Sure, it had been more than half a week since the last time I'd had sex and I was nearly going to cum in my pants earlier just knowing that my sister was getting dressed in the other room when I was getting my tux on; but now, I just didn't feel any kind of interest or attachment to these women. Don't get me wrong. They were hot. The bride was actually super hot just going by her looks. She had a really thin waist and it made her ass look bigger than it actually was. However, in the back of my mind I just couldn't shake the knowledge that this was her wedding day and because of me a big part of that was ruined. I mean, on the one hand, why should I even care? But on the other hand, I would be really pissed off if this kind of thing happened to the woman I wanted to marry. Yet, even with that thought, I was snapping away as I took pictures of her ass and my dick entering her.
I think it might have been more of a visual thing than the sensation from my dick but I was finally getting close. I wasn't going to hold back at all. I was going to try and cum as quickly as I could. Here I go.
When I was fucking the bride, she knew how to put herself in just the right position to let me fuck her as well as I could. I was able to go all the way in, as deep as I could and just fill up her pussy with my cum all the way in by her cervix. It wasn't a huge, earth shattering orgasm but it was good enough. The bride got all giddy, laughing while she thanked me.
"Get back in your dress." I commanded as I got on top of the priestess with cum and pussy lubricant coating my dick.
"We're not finished yet." she argued.
"If you want more dick, get back in your fucking dress."
"A fucking dress. That's what this ought to be called." she commented.
There are all these little things you don't really notice until someone isn't doing them right. The priestess was still tight but she was laying there like a log. She looked scared of it. Instead of looking at me, she had her eyes closed and she was trying to hide her face from me. If she would just smile and look at me, this would be a lot better for both of us.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. Please finish."
"I don't need to finish. We can stop now."
"No. We need to finish."
"Why?"
"Because ... we already started?" She said it like a question.
"No." I answered. "We can stop whenever you want. In fact, don't we need to get out there. Everyone's waiting for us."
"Just ... Just hurry. Ok. Just please hurry. We can't stop. I know we can't stop. Please just hurry."
I tried to go as fast as I could but she wasn't making it easy. I brought her knees up to her chest and spread them as far apart as they would go. This all felt so wrong. But I had to put it out of my mind and just do this before the groom turned everyone into an angry mob to come back here and hunt me down.
It was sort of a shame. She was pretty and her figure was nice. She wasn't as thin as the foreign girl but that was ok. A woman with a bit of softness to her body was good in my opinion. Another good thing was her breasts were larger than the bride's, so there was that.
I had to work for it and in the end I wasn't sure if she'd reached her own climax or not but I eventually got there. I was leaning down to suck on her nippled while I meticulously moved in and out of her in a way that I hoped wasn't hurting her. I found the right rhythm to get myself to cum again and I let it go. This orgasm was actually a bit better than the first one. I could really feel a buildup and a good release. It's difficult to describe but something about her pussy being tighter let me experience the feeling of the cum going through my dick all the way from the base to the tip.
That sapped my energy and I had to close my eyes for a second as I lifted my body away from her. When I opened my eyes I saw the bride was licking and sucking the cum off of my cock and tending to any that was spilling out of the priestess. I started counting down in my head.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... There it was. I saw the look of realization and horror come to their faces. All I was doing was leaning back onto my feet. They both looked at me and the priestess sent a hand to her pussy to feel with her fingers that yes indeed a dick was right there next to her and a little bit of cum was leaking out of her.
"Before you say anything," I began, "yes, I know to keep this a secret. No, I won't tell anyone. Yes, I'm over 18. No, you don't have to apologize. Does that cover everything? Oh, and I'm John by the way."
They were both speechless so I took the initiative to get myself back into my clothes properly and get that white robe thing back on. The priestess was similarly able to get back in her robes but to save time she only put on her white robe with the decorated poncho thing. I would look it up a few days later and learn that it was called a chasuble, if that meant anything.
We both helped the bride to get back into her dress and get her makeup touched up. I noticed that she had a little bead of my cum in the corner of her mouth. I pointed it out and she licked it clean.
...
"You may now kiss the bride." the priestess said as I stood to the side holding the book. From where I was standing I could see the bride looking at me as her husband lifted her veil. The kiss happened and from the corner of my eye I could see the priest lady cringe when the man insisted on getting his tongue in his wife's mouth, forcing it past her tightly puckered lips.
Then more ceremony stuff happened but not too much. There was some weird walking down the aisle stuff and then pictures that people insisted on taking. Hey, but not as good as the pics I got, am I right? I just stood there and smiled. What else could I do? I didn't know these people.
Finally we were off to the reception a full hour and more later than when it was scheduled. The sun was all the way down by the time I was back in just a normal tux, studs and all. There was a certain yellow tint to all the lights at the banquet hall, similar to an old movie or maybe the kind of light that I imagined old vacuum tubes gave off. People gave toasts, told stories, and a guy from Ukraine gave a talk that was translated by an interpreter. Then there was not enough dinner served on extremely expensive looking plates as if the food was in the way of the decorations or something. There was dancing and going from table to table to say hello to everyone for some reason. Then some guy started singing. I wasn't sure if he was a hired singer or if they were just using a karaoke machine. I guess he must have been pretty good if I couldn't tell the difference. But then again, he might have been lip syncing.
I found myself looking for my sister to hopefully get a dance with her since my mother wouldn't leave me alone unless I was dancing. I danced with one random teenager and then I was off in search of Terri again between songs. However, I bumped into the priest lady instead. Unlike the bride, who everyone seemed to want to dance with, everyone was sort of shunning the priestess. That seemed weird to me since I knew male priests were usually perfectly happy to dance at weddings.
The priestess smiled at me but then looked down in shame. I didn't know which was worse, the fact that I was the one who was actually the cause or the fact that I made her feel guilty about it by not being able to tell her the truth.
"Hey. I, uh, I want to dance." I said. "You want to dance?"
She held her head up and tried to look dignified as she put on a smile for me. "Actually yes, I would love to dance."
I put my arm around her waist and she came in and put her arm around my shoulder and then we started to follow the music.
"You know, I never really did get your name." I said.
"I forgot yours." she admitted.
"John. John Ferris."
"Sean Tyrell. Reverend Sean Tyrell."
"Reverend. Oh, my. Well, Reverend, I have a question for you."
"Regarding?"
"Just hypothetically mind you. ... Curses."
"Curses?"
"I imagine that if someone, say, like ... not me. Someone completely different than me. The President, for example. Yeah. That's it. Let's just suppose that the President were to get herself cursed somehow. They call you in because it's an issue of national security or something. What would you do?"
"Nothing save maybe ask them to pay for my time going all the way down there."
"Nothing?"
"Curses aren't real and I don't deal in superstitions."
"But you deal in spiritual matters and ..."
"There wasn't anything spiritual about the work I did today. I was there so that the legal paperwork could be properly signed. That's all. I doubt God cares if I was there to witness this marriage or not. I was there so the marriage is legal. It's all about immigration."
"Hold up. You're not supposed to tell me that. You're supposed to be telling me that ..."
"Oh, I know what I'm supposed to be telling you just like I know what I was supposed to be taught in seminary. But the schools that let women in just don't have the same rigor that the all male schools do."
"Wait. How would you know? You just said, they don't let women in."
"True but I can still look it all up online."
"Then what's the point of school?"
"You have to bribe your way in the door."
"But don't you all take a vow of poverty, though."
"No. I took vows of obedience and celibacy. And for your information, celibacy does not mean I can't have sex."
"But you do know about curses, though."
"Sure. They don't exists."
"Come on. Really? So if a voodoo guy casted some kind of spell on ..."
"The word voodoo means holy. And I was taught that all religions are the same and they all lead to heaven just by different roads."
"Ok, not a voodoo guy. The devil. The devil himself put a curse on ..."
"The devil isn't real. He was just a figment of someone's imagination."
"That's not a very nice thing to say. You just said all religions are the same. What about the poor devil worshipers? They don't get to go to heaven cause the devil's not real?"
"Alright, you got me there."
"Ok, so let's imagine that, just hypothetically, a devil worshiper put a curse on someone. What could they do to get out of it?"
"Don't know."
"Can't you do an exorcism or something?"
"Exorcism? No. We don't do those anymore on account of the fact that hell isn't real."
"Well, ok. I guess I'll let the president know you can't help her."
"With a husband like the one she's got, no one can help her."
"Ok. How about you teach me how to do one? Just for academic research."
"You can look it up online. We were actually told specifically not to study it in school so half an hour of reading will make you more expert than me."
"What made you so jaded?"
"Can't you guess? I lost my virginity today. My real virginity. And instead of it being to my husband who would love me forever, I lost it to an alter boy, and a temp at that."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. It was my fault."
"It wasn't, though."
"No, it was. You were there and I knew what I was going to do. I thought about it. I planned it out in my head. And I decided to do it."
"Walk me through that."
"What's to walk through?"
"Well, it wasn't just you. So you thought about having sex with me. You thought; yeah, I'll do that and let another woman join? Why?"
"You have no idea what goes on at seminary."
"Well, then explain it to me. I'm listening."
"I've had to go down on lots of women, often with lots of other women watching."
"Why?"
"Those were the rules. If I didn't do it, I wouldn't have passed. The men there all had to do similarly, only while we girls were spared being sodomized, that wasn't the case for the men."
"What the hell kind of school was this?"
"Every priest and woman priest in this country is gay, either by nature or by choice. At least I only had to go down on women and could keep my own clothes on. The men were all gang banged."
"By who?"
"All the priests in the diocese. Sometimes they'd make me watch and I could always tell when a priest who wasn't gay was just doing it to appease the bishop. So he'd have sex with a seminarian who also wasn't gay but there they were, both of them acting like they enjoyed it."
"That's disgusting. If they made you do all of that kind of stuff, why did you stay?"
"It's not as bad as what the nuns do to each other. They use sex toys and sometimes walk around with them still strapped on so they can pretend to be men."
"I don't even want to know."
"So after all that, I was there about to do a wedding. My first wedding. I don't know but something just clicked. I was on the wrong side of all this. And then you came in and I remembered all the stories of priests with alter boys and somehow I just couldn't resist it. I had to have you. If Yeva wanted to join, what was it to me?"
"Why do you think she did it?"
"You heard her, didn't you? One last man before getting married."
"You believe that?"
"I don't see why I shouldn't. Her husband bought her at auction."
"Auction?"
"Indeed."
"But it's her choice to get married or not."
"True. No one had a gun next to her head. But getting married provides money to her family and she gets to stay in this country."
The song ended but I still had a question in the back of my mind. One more piece of the pattern that I needed clarification on. I went with Sean off the dance floor and lingered near her as a few of the guests greeted her. Eventually, she was alone and I had a chance.
"What would you say if I asked you to go on a date with me?"
"A date?" she laughed. "And get outed as straight? No."
"Why not? You are straight, right?"
"I'll lose my job."
"Get another job. How much are they even paying you?"
"It wouldn't be fair to you."
"But I'm the one asking. I can decide for myself."
"It wouldn't work out. You should know that."
"Ok, I wasn't going to bring this up but ... I'm rich."
"So?"
"I can pay you whatever you want. Not for sex. Just ... I can pay you enough so that you don't have to do this job if you don't want to. I'm giving you a way out. A get out of priesthood free card."
"And why would you do that?"
"It's obvious you don't want to do this. It's obvious you think all this is bullshit. So I'm giving you a way out. Call me sentimental but ... we had sex so I guess I sort of care about you a little."
"Aw. You're so cute. But you don't understand. We can't be together. We can never be together."
"Why not?"
"You'll be with other women in time. You'll find someone else and she'll make you happy."
"Well, if you want me to accept that, you have to do two things for me."
"And what would those be?"
"Keep my mother distracted for at least the next hour and give me the key to the church."
"Why?"
"That's my price."
"What are you going to do?"
"What do you care, you're not my girlfriend."
"Cheeky."
I got the key and then I made a bee line towards my sister. Terri was dancing with the groom of all people. I guess a small part of me somewhere actually felt bad for dissing the guy again but ... Ok, no buts. Fuck him. He had no business dancing with my sister and just for that, I'm glad he had to get sloppy seconds on his wedding night. Who buys a girl at auction? Seriously.
"I'm so sorry." I said. "Something's happened. Terri, I have to talk to you."
The look on my sister's face just then sold the story and I took her by the hand and walked off with her without a word of complaint or questioning. From the corner of my eye I saw my mother as she spotted us together. She was headed our way but thanks to a little forethought she was intercepted by Sean. I figured she was thanking my mother again for all the 'help' I gave her but to be honest, at that moment I didn't care what she was talking about.
Once we were out of the party I did double time with my sister in tow back half a block to the church building. She was trying to ask what was going on but I told her to hurry up.
I unlocked the door to let us in and then I locked it back from the inside.
"What are we doing in here?"
"You'll see."
The inside of the place was so different in the dark. All the magic people might have in their minds about the place was all gone and it was just a silent, empty tomb, only maybe a real tomb at least had ghosts. I brought my sister to the priest's dressing room over by the side of the alter area.
"What are we doing here?" she asked again.
"I have to tell you something."
"Mom's going to flip out. You know that."
"I had sex with the bride before the wedding."
"You what?"
"I need to tell you this. Ok. Just listen and try not to be mad with me. It wasn't my choice."
"Right, cause she was holding a gun next to your head?"
"There's more. Before summer break, I had sex with my teacher and an RA at the same time."
"Lucky you."
"No, not lucky me. You don't get it yet. It wasn't my choice."
"They raped you?"
"I wouldn't say that but it wasn't my choice. And then there was the crazy thing with the lawyer and her helper lady."
"The one who peed on you."
"And then, at the party where we were supposed to meet it happened again with two girls there."
"What do you mean, it happened again?"
"It wasn't my choice. I didn't want to. I was forced."
"By who? What are you talking about?"
"I can't say."
"Why not?"
"I can't tell you why."
"You don't trust me or you don't know?"
"You don't get it. See, I know why. I understand why. But I'm prevented from telling you."
"By who?"
"Not by who. By what."
"Ok. By what?"
"I'm not allowed to say. I'm surprised I can say this much and it's not easy."
"Hey, it's ok. Relax. I'm not judging you."
"The only time I've ever been with just one woman at a time is with you."
"I'm honored, I guess."
"I think, the only time I'll ever be with just one woman is with you. Do you understand?"
She thought for a moment. "No."
"Ok, can you tell me why you want to be with me."
"I love you."
"Why?"
"I always have."
"And you want to be with me forever, like as my wife?"
"Yes. You know that."
"Then I think we're going to have to do that."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's the only way. I think. Maybe. I think it'll work. We have to do it."
"I still don't understand what you're talking about."
"We have to get married.""You know we can't."
"I think we have to."
"You're not making any sense, John."
"Oh really? Well, I can tell you with near certainty, right now, that if I go out and ... get lucky with a girl at the party and take her out and if I have any chance of having sex with her, I guarantee that it will not be just me and her. Another woman will want to join in and I'll have no choice but to do that."
"Why?"
"Leave why alone for right now and just accept that what I said is true."
"I don't understand."
"Every time I'm in a situation where I might have sex, it's never just me and her, another woman always joins and I can't leave even if I want to."
"Why, though?"
"You don't believe me."
"I mean, I'm trying to. I don't get what you're talking about."
"Well, if I can get the priest to marry us, will you marry me?"
"You're not going to ..."
"Oh, I think I can get her to do whatever I want." I added 'save be my girlfriend in my head because I was starting to figure out that the curse made women want distance from me. I might be wrong about that part though. I was still looking into it. It might also be that they were just traumatized and wanted to avoid me because of that. Anyway, I got my phone out and showed the pictures to my sister. "See. She knows I have these."
"Holy shit."
"So I can get her to do anything except go out on a date with me apparently."
"Well, why would you want to go on a date with someone like that anyway?" she said as she blocked her view of my phone and waved at me to put it away.
"I wouldn't and maybe that's part of it. Not sure. But I think if we get married then it'll stop."
"What'll stop?"
"The threesomes. They'll stop."
"Why don't you just stop them now?"
"Because, I told you, I don't have a choice."
"See, that's the part I don't get."
"Would you like me to demonstrate?"
"A threesome?' No. You're handsome enough to get ..."
"Not what I mean. It's not my doing. It's never my doing. I won't have a choice. I can show you that it's not my choice."
"How?"
"I don't know but I can. In here. In this room I walked in to help be the alter boy and all and I wasn't in here half a minute before they were locking the door on me and ... doing stuff to me."
"Who's them?"
"The bride and the woman priest. And it wasn't like they planned it. It just happened and afterwards, just like all the others, they were shocked at what they'd done."
"Maybe they were just acting."
"My teacher and the RA? Two girls I'd never met before? Both acting the same way each time? Ok, look, once could just be lust, I guess. Twice is a coincidence. This is four times now. Four. I'm not making this up."
"I didn't say you were."
"So like, maybe I'm wrong. I might really just be wrong but I think if we get married, it'll stop."
"How do you know?"
"I don't. I'm guessing. But even if it doesn't stop I want to at least know I tried to do the right thing."
Sigh. "This wasn't how I planned to live my life with you. I can't have people finding out about us. We could go to jail. I mean, I don't like the idea of women taking advantage of you but is that really so bad?"
"You don't have to do it."
"If I thought that there was really something weird going on, like some secret facebook group that was targeting you for this kind of thing and us getting married would put an end to it, of course I'd marry you."
"But you still don't believe."
"I believe you're telling me the truth."
"But you don't believe it's real."
"If we weren't brother and sister, I'd marry you in a heartbeat."
"If I can show you it's real, would you marry me then?"
"What do you mean show me it's real?"
"Think of a situation where I might have a chance to be with one and only one woman."
"Right now, with me."
"No. Another woman. Any woman."
"And you think it won't matter. You'll get a threesome anyway.'
"I know I will."
"Alright. I'll think about it."
"Ok. And afterwards, when you know it's all real, you'll marry me."
"Depends."
"Think of it like a bet. Ok. If the outcome of the bet is that no matter the situation, I get two women, then you agree to marry me."
"And if it doesn't happen."
"Then I'll go see a shrink cause it would mean this was all just in my head."
"What you're asking me for is weird. I mean, I knew you'd be with other women but I never thought I'd be helping you with that."
"Trust me, I don't need help. I just need you to believe. Agree to marry me now and we don't have to go through this."
"Ok. I have an idea."
"What?"
"No, I won't tell you. I'll set it up. Then we'll see."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"I don't want you to try and force the situation when it comes. I need to see that you really do have no choice. If I see that, then, yes, I'll marry you."
"Thank you."
She saw the immense relief her words gave me and she came closer and we embraced. For a few moments we were silent. It was nice to just be body to body with her. In the places where we were skin to skin it was I felt like I wanted to melt into her.
Eventually I did speak again. "You know, I wanted to be alone with your not just to tell you that stuff." I said as my hand slid down to her ass. She let that happen and I could start to smell her body becoming interested. However, her next words shut both of us down.
"Call me a prude if you want but I sort of want the next time I have sex with my brother to not be directly after he's fucked some other women. I guess I'm just old fashioned like that."