Cassie's Curse Ch. 04

His brow furrowed. "Yeah. Why is that?"

"That has to do with Cassie's secret; and you are not going to be-LIEVE that one! And ... I've been with other men, too. AND, obviously, women. However, everything's connected. Your secret, my secret, Cassie's secret. And now, even Willow's. But after tonight, no more secrets, Reggie. If you understand and accept this new world we've made, then you can be a part of it, too. And, oh Reggie! I hope you will! I still love you! I really do!"

He turned and stared for a moment at Willow, unable to keep his gaze from wandering up and down her body. His interest returned to his wife, but he kept staring below her face. "It might help if you two weren't practically naked," he mumbled. Willow caught Mamie's attention with a little wave; and she pointed toward Mamie's chest, then at her own left breast. Mamie nodded in understanding. Her left boob had fallen out from behind the bib of the apron. She decided to ignore it.

"Would another one of these help?" she asked, sliding the cocktail shaker across the table. He poured with an unsteady hand. "And," she continued, "if you accept our 'new standard,' then I'm afraid that, where Willow and I are concerned, you will also have to accept a great deal more nudity." She shrugged. "Sorry. That's just the way we are now."

They talked a long time that evening. I mean, if you take a look back over these pages, you'll have to admit that it IS a rather lengthy tale; so, if you add time for all the questions that Reggie inevitably had, you can just imagine how the conversation went.

They moved into the living room, where he sat in one of the easy chairs, while Mamie and Willow sat together on the couch in front of him. That was a distraction, however, since they were always touching, holding hands, or actually cuddling like the lovers they were. Cassie's story was obviously met with a degree of skepticism; but eventually, he came to actually accept it, or at least he appeared to.

They went in to dinner, and the narration continued. He seemed particularly tense when Mamie came to the description of her two male lovers; but Willow kept putting things into perspective by comparing the acts she described to the things Reggie did to her during THEIR trysts. And, Willow explained, she herself was about to enter into the profession of cum carrier for Cassie, trading off sessions with the two brothers when Reggie wasn't around (or just needed a break). If the ladies noticed that Reggie had to keep shifting in his seat to relieve the pressure caused by his erection, they kept it to themselves.

The largest surprise of the evening came from Cassie and Willow, who had evidently plotted between themselves about a demand of their own for the "new standard."

"The biggest imperative in our life together is Mamie's happiness," Cassie explained. She held up a warning finger in her sister's direction, indicating that Mamie shouldn't interrupt until she'd had her say. "And you, Reggie, are going to provide what we're about to demand. You are going to give your wife the one thing she's always wanted."

He stared blankly at Cassie for a while. "What?"

"Children, of course." She gave him a look of barely-contained patience as he started to respond, and she cut him off. "NOT excuses! Kids! Real kids! The thing she's talked with you about for as long as you've known her." She paused for a moment and let it sink in. "I realize that things are a little in flux, so we can talk about it, and time it the way we want. But soon, real soon, in the next few months, Mamie will go off the pill, little Willow here will take over all 'outside' duties with other men; and your numero uno goal in life will be to make your sweet young wife preggers. You got that?"

"WE can talk about it!?" he countered angrily. "I want to make Mamie happy, too, but our private decisions should be between just her and ...."

"There IS no more private!" Willow interrupted loudly, surprising everyone. It was the most forceful comment any of them had ever heard her utter. "Cassie and I are PART of your private life now! And, if you don't believe that, just wait 'til you see what Mamie and I have planned for you in bed pretty soon! Tomorrow morning, I'm going to be the one that milks the seed from you and takes the offering to Cassie."

His jaw dropped at that comment, and he unconsciously shifted in his chair again. Then he held up his hands in defeat. "Look. You've got to admit that this is all sort of ... um ... unorthodox. But, you're right. Mamie comes first. At least, as far as I'm concerned. If starting a family now is something that SHE really wants, then I want that, too."

Mamie couldn't contain herself. She rose, walked around to her husband, and sat in his lap, cuddling, crying, smiling. He, in turn, held her tenderly, then tried unsuccessfully to tuck her left breast back under the bib of the apron. She laughed and scooted her butt back and forth across his erect cock; and matters seemed to naturally progress from there.

This would just about be the end of our chronicle, if not for the occurrence of one final extenuating event. All in all, the newly-combined paths of our characters' lives proceeded as you might expect along the road to happily-ever-after.

Willow moved into one of the four spare bedrooms the house had to offer. She continued on as Reggie's secretary, though that job went to a part-time position after a while; and they commuted together, to and from home. Eventually, however, she would become a fulltime live-in nanny and governess for the three children. Five years later, she would add a daughter of her own to the household. Sometimes, she spent the nights up in Cassie's apartment, but she most often slept with Mamie or Reggie ... or both.

As for the two men in the electronics shop: it only took two sessions with Cassie, but Randy never smoked another cigarette. Over the course of the next six years, Jason lost more than a hundred and thirty pounds, and one of his proudest accomplishments in life was finishing the St. Louis marathon. Even after their affair ended, years later, the two brothers remained in close touch with Mamie and Willow.

The "new standard" of openness and honesty prevailed. Well, almost. For, while she never lied, Cassie refused to answer one of Mamie's persistent questions. Had she ever used her magic powder on Reggie since that first night? Eventually, Cassie responded to her entreaty with the observation that her husband was happy with his life. He never strayed again; there was no reason to. He had all the sex he could ever desire, and he loved his wife undeniably ... along with her best friend.

And as for that last extenuating event: while it is definitely germane to our tale, it was so inconsequential that it was literally forgotten. Still, you might find it an interesting incident.

It was a month later, on a Thursday, Mamie's day with Randy. She hadn't gone off the pill yet, but was planning to do so the following week; and then SHE would be accompanying her husband on his trips, at least until she was pregnant. That wasn't going to be a problem, since both the guys at the repair shop had gone absolutely bonkers over Willow.

Mamie had just finished her shower, following her morning workout, when the doorbell chimed. Wrapping a thin silk robe around her moist frame, she ran downstairs, getting there just as the visitor was turning away, thinking no one was home. He was tall and blonde with chiseled features, almost classically good-looking; and he held himself with poise and assurance.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Please excuse me. Does Cassie Browman live here?"

"Cassie's my sister. She's not here right now. Can I give her a message?"

He hesitated. "Perhaps. It's sort of complicated. We're old acquaintances. If I leave a message, it would take me a while to write it."

Mamie was nervous in the presence of the stranger, but she took heart in the fact that his eyes hadn't strayed from her own, despite the thin, damp fabric that was her only defense against total nudity. "Would you like to come in? The coffee's still sort of fresh."

He thanked her and followed her into the living room. She fetched a cup of coffee from the pot in the kitchen, then got a pad of paper and a pencil from the downstairs office. She wasn't exactly sure how to act around the man, but she chose to sit at the other end of the long couch from him.

"How do you know Cassie?"

"Actually, we only met once. I was just in the area, and I wanted to see how she was doing."

Mamie grinned. "If your interest is romantic, I should warn you ...."

"Oh, no," he interrupted, holding up his hands. "I'm well aware of her proclivities. That isn't it at all. It's just that ... uh ... the last time we met, it was under some ... particularly strange circumstances. I wanted to make sure she was ... uh ... okay; and to offer further ... um ... guidance if she needed it."

Mamie's eye widened, but her smile only broadened. "Oh, my God! You're Cassie's warlock!"

The man sat regarding her openly. "She told you?"

"The whole story. Every intricate detail," Mamie nodded. "Or ... at least, the whole story as SHE understood it."

He nodded, frowning slightly at the woman's grinning countenance. "You don't seem overly concerned that you're in the presence of a powerful warlock."

Now she giggled. "Powerful warlock. Yes, I'm impressed." She paused and studied him openly. "Let me guess. You're part of the next presentation at the Muny."

He sat back hard and regarded her with increasing respect. "We're still in pre-production. And, you couldn't have seen me in any advertising. How ...?"

She nodded, then shrugged. "I knew you were either a standup comic or an actor. And, I knew you lived inside the loop in Chicago. You don't look like a comedian. So, you must be a travelling actor. It's summer. Ergo: The Muny." She was referring to the century-old St. Louis Municipal Opera Theater, a huge outdoor venue for off-Broadway musicals. Everybody in St. Louis simply knew it as "The Muny."

"And you arrived at the conclusion that I was from Chicago, how?"

"You told the girl at the bar where to find her friends. You'd overheard their conversation. I'm guessing that you were in the booth directly behind Cassie, listening. I'm also guessing there was a mirror or something on the wall across from you. That's how you saw Cassie put something in the girl's drink. But the only way you would have known where to send her to meet her buddies was if you knew the area."

"And how did you arrive at the fact I was an actor? Or a comic?"

"Cassie said you had a voice that really carried. Though ... she might have just said you were loud. Anyway, I knew you had experience in improv, so you were most likely one or the other."

"Improv," he repeated softly, wonderingly.

"You dove right into a situation using a plot that you must have made up on the spur of the moment. As soon as you saw Cassie drug that drink, you took action; and, with a very high degree of confidence. I'm guessing that you had no IDEA what was about to happen; but you kept the show going. That takes a professional."

"And how do you explain the curse?"

"When she walked in the door, Cassie called out to the bartender for 'two of whatever she's having.' That was my first clue. The second one was that, after you joined them, you turned and called out to the bartender yourself. Misdirection ... the actor's friend. They undoubtedly turned and looked when you did that. Two identical drinks, one of which was drugged. You switched them. Cassie drank the spiked drink. Then you kept up your meandering banter, waiting to see what would happen, trying to be ready for anything."

Mamie studied his reaction. "Once the effects of the drug began in her, I'm not sure how you knew what to do. I've never actually seen the reaction myself, though I once saw my husband in a deep trance that was influenced by it. Cassie told me that it makes a person extremely susceptible to suggestion." She shrugged. "Perhaps you have experience with hypnosis yourself. I don't know. But I AM sure that it aided you in convincing her that your character and your curse were real."

He sighed heavily. "So. Cassie knows. She's always known."

"Oh, no. Cassie doesn't have a clue. She believes in you absolutely. One hundred percent. She's been drinking a man's cum every single day since then."

"What?! You mean you figured all of this out, but you never told your sister? Do you hate her that much?"

"Just the opposite. I love Cassie more than anything. And ... I've TRIED to tell her, several times. But she BELIEVES! Unconditionally, she accepts what you told her as the truth. I think that, in a way, she feels the need to repent for what she did. That wasn't the first time she drugged a girl's drink."

"So ... you just stood aside, out of love, and let your lesbian sister give men blowjobs every day for the past six weeks?"

That made her laugh. "I said you were a very good actor. I never said you were very smart. You flubbed the entire curse thing. You worded it in such a way that she was able to escape the worst part of it through a technicality. You see, for Cassie, a man's cum wasn't the problem. She could live with that. She just didn't want to BE with a man, sexually. And ... she didn't have to."

That didn't make any sense to him, of course. But, by that time, there was little reason not to tell him. So, she did. All of it.

When, at long last, she was done, he seemed to regard her differently, more tenderly. "You realize, of course, that your sister is a narcissistic bitch, don't you? She's changed the course of half a dozen lives in order to ensure her own needs and desires."

Mamie shrugged. "What difference does that make? I love her. I'd do anything for her."

He frowned and thought. "I came here today because I felt guilty. I took matters into my own hands because I COULD. When I realized that she was in some kind of hypnotic state, I tried to see if I could take her deeper. I was astounded to find out what kind of power I held over her! And, at the same time, I was incredibly pissed off! That girl she tried to drug was so sweet and innocent! And what more horrific punishment could there be for a lesbian?

"I'd made her give me her address, and I decided to go see her and check how she was doing. I mean, I didn't want her committing suicide or something. But she was gone, and she'd given this as her forwarding address. I let things slide until I realized I'd be in St. Louis for this gig. I don't know what I was expecting to find when I knocked on your door, but I never anticipated Cassie's amazingly cute smarter sister! I suppose I should wait for her to come home, then explain things and lift this 'curse.'" He used two fingers on each hand to provide the quotation marks.

"NO!" Mamie cried urgently. "No, please! You can't ...." And she stopped abruptly, staring bleakly at her clenched hands resting on her lap. She was shaking.

He didn't know how to react. Whatever response he might have been expecting, it most certainly wasn't that. There was something else at play here; something he wasn't getting. Was she crying? At any rate, he decided to say nothing at all, waiting, refusing to make any other input until whatever emotion she was feeling made itself known.

She took a deep, ragged breath. "Yes," she said, almost a whisper. "That would be best. Best for Cassie. You're right."

He scooted the entire length of the couch in a single, smooth movement; and suddenly, he was leaning in close, very close, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind her. "Wha ... What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"This is improv!" he told her, smiling.

She was suddenly very aware how thin the fabric of the silk robe was. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to stay here, just like this, until you tell me the truth. That last thing you said, about it being the best thing for Cassie; that wasn't the truth. Not YOUR truth. The thing before: the 'No please, you can't.' Now, THAT was the truth."

He leaned even nearer. He'd had a wintergreen mint not too long ago. She could tell.

"A month ago, my life was in a shambles," she told him softly. "My husband was cheating. I felt ... so alone! I didn't know what to do. And then, there was Cassie, and Cassie's problem. It just seemed to take over everything. It became a sort of adventure, and it sucked in everyone around me.

"And now ... I'm not alone anymore! My husband loves me. My new best friend loves me. Everybody I seem to come into contact with ... they all love me. And, I love them. And it's all a result of Cassie's curse."

He leaned away from her, nodding, but he seemed incapable of moving his arm. "Okay, you talked me into it. I WON'T remove the curse. I'll just go away, and we'll pretend I was never here."

But she was crying again. "No. That's not possible now. You HAVE been here. You DID offer to remove the curse! It IS the best thing to do for Cassie!" She looked up into his eyes and saw the consternation. "We've all agreed to a 'new standard.' No lying. Completely open and honest. And ... even if I reneged on that promise, I could never keep something from Cassie, anyway. She hypnotizes me all the time. It wouldn't work."

He was leaning in again, making her feel small and nervous. "How does she hypnotize you?"

"What?"

"You said she hypnotizes you all the time. How? What does she use to do that? A pocket watch or a crystal or something?"

"Um ... a metronome."

"Ah. Is that here? In the house?"

"Yes."

"Go get it."

And she knew. She knew what he meant to do. But, feeling the slight sting of guilt, she ran to do his bidding.

It was all very confusing. She was waking up on the couch, lying on her back, her silk robe open, revealing her naked body; but she couldn't remember coming downstairs, and she didn't know what had awakened her. She stretched and yawned, trying frantically to hold onto fragments of the erotic dream. Oh, it had been a good one! She couldn't remember the details, but it involved a tall blonde man with chiseled features. And she had cum. Mmm. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real, honest-to-goodness wet dream! For some strange reason, there was a very faint taste of wintergreen in her mouth. She sat up suddenly.

Thursday! Her day with Randy! She was going to be late! And, oh God! She was drenched and dripping between her legs! She'd have to take another shower! And, her nipples were super-sensitive, as if they'd been sucked on and pulled and pinched and .... No time! There was no time to think about the dream! She grabbed her cell phone and called the electronics shop, passing the message that she'd be late.

In the shower again, she had to fight to keep her hands away from tender, yearning parts. Oh, man! She was going to jump Randy just as soon as she got to his room! She made a mental note to call Cassie, too, explaining that she'd be late for her sister's daily feeding.

What she didn't know at the time was that the great dream was going to be a recurring one. Late at night, sleeping with her husband or her best friend or her sister, she'd have the dream again, once or twice a month, for the rest of her life.

THE END