Carlota was smiling from ear to ear as she spotted the iron logic gate of her family line estate. She was finally home for the first off time in six age. A life in the UK was fun, albeit filled with hardships, especially for an average working socio-economic class Filipina, but all that she could reckon of now was giving her mother a big hug and introduce her married man, whom she had met in Ireland. Conor drove the SUV, while Carly—a nickname she chose for herself upon arriving in the UK class ago—sat on the passenger fanny guiding her husband through the odd, rocky way of the family demesne, leading to an elegant Spanish-era house in a large open field.
"You never told me you were full-bodied, lie with"Conor said in his Irish Gaelic accent, in awe of the beautiful mansion house in front of them.
The paries were newly painted albumen, the window were still the old kind, the ones that open outwards and made of wood—neatly varnished mahogany woods. The ground trading floor was made of stone, too prevent its founding warm and in front of the house was a outflow of intricate design, dolphinfish, cherubs, and flock circled the base, squirting water into its small puddle as water supply cascaded from its three tier up, sculpted to look like budding flowers.
"I'm not rich"she replied, old age of living abroad washing away the Filipino accent, replacing it with a illuminate British one."My mom's the deep one"
"But you said this mansion belong to your home since forever"he chuckled
"It belong to my dad"she clarified."When he died it went to my mom, who also earned his other ownership, mainly two Sir Thomas More sign, one in Manila, and the former in Cebu City"
"leash houses… that's to a greater extent than a normal mean joe can buy in Ireland, know"he said with a laugh.
Carlota pointed to a maculation in nominal head of the planetary house steps where an older adult female, with grey hairsbreadth, hunched over a cane waited for them, surrounded by her staff of nurseryman, maid, and their two device driver."There's momma"she said with a big warm smile on her grimace."She's still as beautiful as ever, even with the grizzly hair"
"Now I know where you got your looks from"Conor agreed.
Margaret Vasquez stood in the centre of a small welcoming crew. She was brusque than most of the staff mainly due to her hunch back, from age of battling osteoporosis, but she was still beautiful with her long silky white haircloth, her slenderize lips and almost non-existent furrow ruining her face. Her bright hazel eyes glimmered and her skin color was fairish than the women who stood around her.
Carlota opened the passenger door and stepped out, her yearn jet clothes billowed against the summer malarkey, the comrade rustling of the nearby Tree brought memory board to her. Warm, inviting retentivity, such as the day she met her adopted chum, who she noted wasn't her female parent. She thought for a minute where he could've gone to, but remembered he was in the city, studying at one of the country's best universities.
"mum"Carlota excitedly rushed to her mother with open arms. Margaret, even with her aching back and frail old limb, opened her arms as wide as she could to take her daughter into her subdivision. The mother and daughter hugged each early,"It's been so long"Carlota whispered.
"It has"Margaret rubbed her hired man on her daughter's back, feeling the fabric of her apparel. Margaret was the one who pulled away for the first time, she looked at her daughter's face with a grinning of pure happiness, then the strait of a car door culmination caught her attention. She looked past her daughter and saw a strapping young, and liberal man exiting the SUV."Is that Conor ? He's so big"she looked in amazement as the red-hair, bearded man walked on over, wearing flannel over a bare white shirt and short.
"It's nice to finally play you, mum"he greeted as he bent down to hug her. For a moment, Margaret didn't know what to do, but she immediately wrapped her arms around him the bit she realised this was her son-in-law, the man her daughter deeply dear and cherish, someone who she now, too, will love and cherish.
"You're much improbable than I thought"Margaret began, looking into his grimace. Such a liberal face he had, she thought."The only times I did saw you were in TV, and video doesn't do your handsomeness justice"
"Thank you, mum"he said with a chuckle.
"Mama, let's public lecture inside, it's too hot out here"Carlota interrupted."Have you called Manong Ernie to put up the AC's ?"
"Yes, I did"her mother replied."He had installed them utmost calendar month. Had to cut holes in the walls and put special spyglass Windows in the chamber to hold on the low temperature in"
The three walked passed the staff, Carlota and Conor said hello to everyone and the staff returned their salutation with smiles and nods, a few even gave Conor a handshake.
As the front door closed, the stave returned to their stations, the driver returned to the separate service department to do maintenance on the cars, the maids returned to their daily procedure of cookery and cleaning, and the gardeners returned to the garden at the side of the house were a multitude of unlike, brightly coloured prime grew. As the crowd thinned, three amah were left on the Oliver Stone steps of the front door. Mercy, Annie, and Julieta, who were snickering and already making tittle-tattle about their employer's daughter and her husband.
"He's a foreigner"said mercifulness with a smiling that could extend to the moon."He must be big down there"
"He's big everywhere"Annie replied thinking about how Conor's muscles stretched the hems of his washrag and as his hard abs etched against the white shirt underneath it."ma'am Carlota is so lucky. He must be an animal in bed !"
"I'm going to find a way to get to see him naked"whispered Julieta, the most notorious of the three in making chin wag. She had a reputation at the nearby barangay as a nosey and impolite woman who had a foul mouth to anyone she didn't like."I might even get to take him for a ride !"she said with pride.
The two former housemaid looked at their companion with raised eyebrow. Julieta shrugged,"What ? I was just joking about that"she turned away from the two,"But I will witness a way to at least get to see him naked"she repeated as she walked away.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Unbeknownst to the faculty or to Margaret, Carlota, and Conor, there was one early item-by-item present tense to the small homecoming welcome. She stood behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree near the garage. She was dressed in dirty clothes, ragged and torn, her pilus was an unkempt messy of folderal and grease, her skin was wrinkly and her mouth was missing a few dentition. She was good booster with Carlota when they were younger, she reminisced those innocent childhood Day, but fate wasn't fair, Carlota was given all she had wanted, the house, the sybaritic miniature, the delicious food for thought, the comfy bed, and now, a man who can sate her every desire, all the while she got a shack in the woods, had to clean for anything to eat, sleep on a poorly constructed wooden bed and waking up every so hours to douse the fervency she lit before sleeping so as to not let her house haul on fire.
But there was something she had that Carlota didn't. Magic. Passed down to her by her own mother, she was thought the ways of witchcraft, both white and Black person. She could heal anyone who came to her, but at the like clock time she could curse anyone to return into the most terrible illnesses and never get in force. She had wanted to bear witness Carlota her magic, her witchcraft, but when Carlota's father found out about her female parent's witchcraft, he had sent Carlota away, to the metropolis where she would populate until she left for a different country.
It was her who casted the spell that made Carlota's father fall from the stairs and suffer every dark from nightmare. It was her who countered her own mother's legerdemain when Margaret sought assistant from her. She was the one who stabbed the paper bird of him in the heart, causing him to have got a heart plan of attack and die. It was her fault why Carlota had to live through a large dowery of her life without a father, and although she felt hangdog for her actions, seeing Carlota felicitous in the arms of such a handsome, powerful man, it made her blood boiling point. It was just another antic of fate on her, forcing her to see her friend, whom had forgotten about her live a happy animation while she suffered in a shack in the woods.
She swore on that very spot she would get her retaliation on her friend… if she could still call Carlota that. She swore that she would or else her name wouldn't be…
-- - o - o - o -- -
"mum, how is Danica ?"Carlota asked her mother as they sat down on the couch in the aliveness elbow room."I know dad forced me to strike to Manila to remain with Uncle Ramon, but I never got to say adios to her, it's been so long, haven't seen her in almost twenty-four years, mama"
"Inday, make us some juice"Margaret shouted towards the kitchen."You two must be thirsty, I'll also get Inday to get us some biscuits and…"
"Mama, you're doing it again"Carlota cut in."Whenever I ask about my ripe friend you avoid answering my questions"
Margaret exhaled a long breather."Carlota, I don't know where Danica is"she began. Her eyes getting a bit teary."When your Father of the Church died, I said some tight words to her mother and they left town the following day, I don't know where they went but I do make love that it's not near here, in San Antiqua, because no one's even spoke of a witch since genus Rosa left"
"ma, I know Aling genus Rosa did her best to bring around papa, but if it was his time then there was nada we could give birth done"Carlota spoke, her voice was calm but there were light-headed extremum of frailty that Conor could catch."I'm sorry I wasn't there to bury papa with you and Francis, I can't even ideate the pain you guys had to go through without me"
"It's all right iha"Margaret shed a bust for her husband,"I know that your dad is watching over us in heaven with the Lord"
"mamma, speaking of Francis, how is he ?"
"Oh your brother's doing great in school"the smile returned to Margaret's face, the trace of sadness fully erased from her features."He's going to graduate following semester and he says that he has a luck to graduate as Summa Cum Laude"
"Really ?"Carlota was genuinely surprised, Francis wasn't the studious character, he was always getting in trouble when he was new, but recently, he's been keeping his studies up, passing above the average requirements from his subjects, and she couldn't be more proud of him."Is he coming home this weekend ?"
"I don't need to come dwelling house this weekend, ate"said a part from atop the stair. Carlota looked up to see her adopted Brother walking down the flight of stairs."I asked my prof if I could pass my projects earlier than the quietus so that I could go base for the whole workweek"
"Francis !"shouted Carlota with glee and surprisal, she quickly ran to her untried brother and enveloped him in her arms in a tight hug."I've missed you so much !"
"I missed you too, ate"he replied, his optic looking straight ahead to Conor who sat quietly on the sofa, chatting with Margaret."Wow sis, your husband's more openhanded in person"he joked.
Carlota chuckled."How are you, Francis ? How is ecstasy ? Are you two still together ?"
Francis smiled and shook his foreland."We broke up two calendar month ago"
"What happened ?"Carlota asked."You two were perfect for each other"
"Turns out he doesn't like it when his boyfriend's smarter than him"Francis chuckled."I'm over him, sis, you don't need to worry about me"
"It's his release"Carlota rubbed her brother's back as they both returned towards the couches."Mama, did you know disco biscuit broke up with Francis ?"
"Ah, just a clarification, sis"interrupted her Brother,"I broke up with that bunghole"
"I did"Margaret said with a nod."I just didn't tell you because Francis asked me not to"
"Aw, honey"Carlota pulled her brother towards her."I'm sorry I wasn't here to smack that slight bit— Uh, I mean, arsehole in the face"
"Thanks, ate"he said with a grin."But I can contain upkeep of a wimp like him"
"I haven't introduced myself yet, have I ?"spoke Francis, he pulled away from his babe's arm and held out one to Conor."I'm Francis, your wife's gay adopted pal"
"Nice to come across ya, Francis"Conor took his hand and gave it a firm shook
"firm handle and veracious exercising weight added with every shake"murmured Francis to his sister."You've got a keeper, sis"
The conversations continued well into the night, before anyone knew it, it was already seven in the evening, the sun had set and the moon had risen from the apparent horizon, the starts brilliantly shone across the Nox sky, Conor peered out and could see them clearly, twinkling like jewel against a black background.
"Love, I'm just going to step outside for a bit"Conor told his wife and steppe out into the dark outside. He took a big breath of air and felt reinvigorated by how plumb it was in the responsibility. He took the footstep and stood just a feet from the outflow, watching the lenient glow of the lights dancing with the rippling of the water. The scene was such a different take from the life in the metropolis, always buzzing and late, it was as if he was always being chased in the urban center, here in the little provincial townspeople of her wife, life was at such a calmer DoS, if it weren't for workplace, he'd definitely check here.
The wind picked up, blowing stale air into his face, a sudden jar of unaccountable lust ran over his stallion torso, his cock slightly stiffened in his pant, throbbing for some action, hungry for some Henry Sweet, Filipina puss. Just as he thought about his married woman, a different double popped into his nous. A darker skinned woman with curly hair, naked and leaning against the torso of a large Tree in the middle of the forest, her fingers slid down her sweaty, glinting body. Conor's mind ship him into a illusion with a unlike woman, he knew that this was technically cheating on her but his brain wouldn't let the image of the other charwoman go, instead, his judgement whipped up the image of him, his long, thick cock, hard as a Rock, out of his pants and leaking precum. Conor shook his brain, he wasn't about to come up back inside and have a obtrusive prominence in his bloomers, especially since Carly's mom and brother were in the keep room. They'd totally see his dick's outline on his pants !
Conor looked around and found it was too strong to severalize if there were anyone in the dark that could see what he was doing. Spotting the faint trace of the garage, Conor headed towards it with the design of releasing his pent up sex drive there. All the way to the garage he took two-base hit takes and looked behind and around him to see if there was anyone following him or had spotted him out there.
Reaching the service department, Conor hoped that Man Kading had left the side of meat door unlocked. He reached for the knob and turned it, there was a click and the doorway swung inwards. Conor breathed a sigh of rest period, then another thought had entered his mind, why was he doing this ? He could just as easily stay outside a few Sir Thomas More minutes and let his rooster calm down but something was ushering him to enter the garage and manual laborer his meat until he releases all that collected cum. Conor entered the service department, making sure as shooting to only use the light of his telephone set to see in the darkness inside.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Julieta and clemency had stepped out to have got a smoke when they had noticed the tall figure by the fountain. clemency had inched behind one of the diminished bush in the garden to see who the dark belonged to, only to obtain Conor standing in front of the fountain, a clearly visible hump in his pants. Mercy almost yelped in surprise when a hired hand covered her sassing a minute later."It's me mercy, don't screeching"whispered Julieta."I can't believe what I'm seeing"she added in astonishment. She released her friend's mouth and moved beside Mercy.
"Oh my god, bestie, aren't we lucky or what ?"she asked, nudging her friend in the elbow.
"Miss Carlota is the lucky one, Julieta"answered clemency."She's the one taking that dick every night"
"That was a rhetorical doubtfulness, clemency"replied Julieta."I wonder how big he is"
"What's a rhetorical question ?"asked mercifulness,"Don't use big wrangle on me, Julieta, I didn't grad high schooling, commemorate ?"
"Oh just shut up, Mercy"Julieta rolled her eyes at her acquaintance and returned her focus on the Irish hunk."Look he's walking away, he's bearing towards the garage"
"What's he going to do there ?"Mercy asked.
"He's probably going to jacklight off in the garage, there's a bathroom there"replied Julieta already walking out of the shrub,"ejaculate on, let's follow him"
"What if we get caught ?"
"It's too dark for anyone who isn't used to this dark to see more than a few invertebrate foot away, he won't see us, just restrain quiet down"
"But I… I don't want to get caught, Julieta"
"Puta, clemency, don't you want to see a big dick instead of what June has ? I know I want to see one, Ricardo's wouldn't even compare to his !"Ricardo was Julieta's swain, he was only a college pupil but he had skills in the chamber that Julieta wanted, but the size of his dick was just an norm five inches, something that little would never fully meet a kick like her. June, on the other hand was Mercy's hubby, he wasn't as good as Ricardo was in sex, he was a better lover, but, just the Saame as with Ricardo, he was only five and one-half inches.
"This is our chance to get to see a outsider's dick in really life"Julieta pulled Mercy out of the shrubs.
"Okay, okay, Julieta !"Mercy pulled her arm away from Julieta's tight grip."I'll come and join you, just please promise me we won't get caught"
"I promise we won't"said Julieta doing a cross over header pectus and a girl scout's salute."Cross my heart and Bob Hope to die"
"There you go again with you silly— ahh !
Julieta had pulled Mercy once again, this time towards the garage, trying as hard as they can not to make any loud racket. She had seen Conor enter the English threshold and knew the layout of the garage, the restroom would be at the back and thankfully, there was a low window they could peek in from the outside without Conor noticing.
-- - o - o - o -- -
This wasn't what she expected, Danica watched as the two maids made their way towards the garage following Carlota's husband. She had casted a wind of lust towards him, forcing his idea to beseech an image of a womanhood to charge him to the point that he needed release. The ikon of the woman was supposed to be her, but something else had sneaked its way into the oneirism and at the moment she wasn't sure if this entity was one of the engkanto's that lived in the forest. If it was, then she might be able-bodied to summon the entity into the mortal realm in club to help her achieve her goal of revenge, but if the entity was something else entirely, such as a restless sprightliness brought to Conor by her magic, then there was nothing she could do to stop the malevolent being from doing whatever it pleases to him. Either way, it was a win-win site for her.
Danica crept over nearer the garage from the early focusing, steering authorize from the two maids who were already tiptoeing towards the back. A faint light could be seen from one of the window and the strait of running weewee and moaning emanated from within the restroom. Danica used her foresightful wooden staff—broken off from an old Nara tree and blessed by three engkantado's of the forest—she drew a circle in the air. A midget spark of light emerged from the tip of the staff. It quickly vanished the here and now it appeared, but that was all that she needed to do, the Spark had told her all she needed to acknowledge about the entity. She shook her head, this is not going to end well, she thought, with the most repellent of grinning .