Carlota was smiling from ear to ear as she spotted the atomic number 26 William Henry Gates of her family estate. She was finally nursing home for the get-go time in six years. A life in the UK was fun, albeit filled with adversity, especially for an average play category Filipina, but all that she could think of now was giving her mother a big hug and introduce her husband, whom she had met in Irish Republic. Conor drove the SUV, while Carly—a nickname she chose for herself upon arriving in the UK long time ago—sat on the passenger hindquarters guiding her husband through the uneven, rocky path of the family landed estate, leading to an elegant Spanish-era mansion in a boastfully open up field.
"You never told me you were rich, love"Conor said in his Irish whisky accent, in awe of the beautiful mansion in straw man of them.
The walls were newly painted white, the windows were still the old variety, the ones that open outwards and made of wood—neatly varnished mahogany forest. The ground floor was made of stone, too stay fresh its foundation garment inviolable and in front of the house was a fountain of intricate design, dolphinfish, cherubs, and pots circled the radical, squirting urine into its small pool as body of water cascaded from its three tier up, sculpted to look like budding flowers.
"I'm not rich"she replied, years of support abroad washing away the Philippine accent, replacing it with a illume British people one."My mom's the rich one"
"But you said this sign belong to your family 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 more mansion, one in Manila, and the former in Cebu"
"Three houses… that's more than a pattern average joe can buy in Ireland, love"he said with a laugh.
Carlota pointed to a spot in forepart of the mansion steps where an aged woman, with grizzly hair, hunched over a cane waited for them, surrounded by her staff of gardeners, maids, and their two drivers."There's mama"she said with a big warm smile on her face."She's still as beautiful as ever, even with the gray-headed hair"
"Now I know where you got your looks from"Conor agreed.
Margaret Vasquez stood in the centre of a pocket-sized welcoming crowd. She was shorter than virtually of the staff mainly due to her hunch back, from years of battling osteoporosis, but she was still beautiful with her prospicient slick white hairsbreadth, her thin rim and almost non-existent furrow ruining her aspect. Her hopeful hazel eyes glimmered and her complexion was fairer than the women who stood around her.
Carlota opened the rider threshold and stepped out, her long green dress billowed against the summer wind, the familiar whisper of the nearby Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree brought memories to her. Warm, inviting memory board, such as the day she met her adopted brother, who she noted wasn't her mother. She thought for a mo where he could've gone to, but remembered he was in the city, studying at one of the country's best universities.
"ma"Carlota excitedly rushed to her mother with open munition. Margaret, even with her aching back and delicate old arm, opened her subdivision as wide-eyed as she could to take her girl into her limb. The mother and daughter hugged each other,"It's been so long"Carlota whispered.
"It has"Margaret rubbed her hand on her daughter's back, feeling the fabric of her clothes. Margaret was the one who pulled away first, she looked at her girl's face with a smile of pure happiness, then the auditory sensation of a car door closing caught her tending. She looked past her daughter and saw a strapping new, and handsome man exiting the SUV."Is that Conor ? He's so big"she looked in astonishment as the red-hair, bearded man walked on over, wearing flannel over a unpatterned white shirt and short.
"It's overnice to finally assemble 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 limb around him the moment she realised this was her son-in-law, the man her girl deeply loves and cherish, someone who she now, too, will love and cherish.
"You're much taller than I thought"Margaret began, looking into his boldness. Such a handsome face he had, she thought."The only times I did saw you were in video, and TV doesn't do your handsomeness judge"
"Thank you, mum"he said with a chuckle.
"mum, let's talk 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 last month. Had to cut pickle in the rampart and put extra glass window in the sleeping accommodation to keep on the cold in"
The three walked passed the stave, Carlota and Conor said how-do-you-do to everyone and the staff returned their greeting with smiles and nods, a few even gave Conor a handshake.
As the front door closed, the faculty returned to their stations, the device driver returned to the separate garage to do care on the machine, the maid returned to their everyday act of cookery and cleaning, and the nurseryman returned to the garden at the side of the theatre were a multitude of dissimilar, brightly coloured flowers grew. As the crowd thinned, three maids were left on the Lucy Stone steps of the presence door. Mercy, Annie, and Julieta, who were snickering and already making chin wag about their employer's girl and her husband.
"He's a foreigner"said mercifulness with a grinning that could reach out the moon."He must be big down there"
"He's big everywhere"Annie replied thinking about how Conor's muscle stretched the hem of his washrag and as his hard abs etched against the white shirt underneath it."Madam Carlota is so lucky. He must be an animal in bed !"
"I'm going to receive 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-smelling mouth to anyone she didn't like."I might even get to take him for a ride !"she said with pride.
The two other maids looked at their fellow with raised eyebrow. Julieta shrugged,"What ? I was just joking about that"she turned away from the two,"But I will find a way to at least get to see him naked"she repeated as she walked away.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Unbeknownst to the staff or to Margaret, Carlota, and Conor, there was one other individual present to the small return welcome. She stood behind the Tree near the garage. She was dressed in dirty dress, ragged and pluck, her tomentum was an unkempt messy of frills and grease, her hide was wrinkly and her mouth was missing a few teeth. She was in effect champion with Carlota when they were vernal, she reminisced those sinless puerility day, but fate wasn't fair, Carlota was given all she had wanted, the sign, the luxurious toy, the yummy food, the comfy bed, and now, a man who can fill her every desire, all the while she got a shack in the Grant Wood, had to salvage for anything to eat, sleep on a poorly constructed wooden bed and waking up every so 60 minutes to plunge the fervour she lit before sleeping so as to not let her house snap on fire.
But there was something she had that Carlota didn't. legerdemain. Passed down to her by her own female parent, she was thought the manner of witchery, both White person and black. She could cure anyone who came to her, but at the same metre she could curse anyone to descend into the most dreaded illness and never get estimable. She had wanted to demo 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 city where she would live until she left for a different country.
It was her who casted the spell that made Carlota's father free fall from the steps and suffer every night from nightmares. It was her who countered her own mother's magic when Margaret sought help from her. She was the one who stabbed the report dame of him in the philia, causing him to accept a ticker attempt and die. It was her fault why Carlota had to populate through a large portion of her life without a father, and although she felt guilty for her action, seeing Carlota happy in the arms of such a handsome, brawny man, it made her stemma boil. It was just another antic of destiny on her, forcing her to see her friend, whom had forgotten about her live a glad life sentence while she suffered in a hut in the woods.
She swore on that very spot she would get her revenge on her friend… if she could still call Carlota that. She swore that she would or else her figure wouldn't be…
-- - o - o - o -- -
"Mama, how is Danica ?"Carlota asked her female parent as they sat down on the couch in the living room."I know dad forced me to move to Manila to stay with Uncle Ramon, but I never got to say adieu 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 athirst, I'll also get Inday to get us some cooky and…"
"Mama, you're doing it again"Carlota cut in."Whenever I ask about my best friend you avoid answering my enquiry"
Margaret exhaled a farsighted intimation."Carlota, I don't know where Danica is"she began. Her eyes getting a bit teary."When your forefather died, I said some nasty Word of God to her mother and they left town the next day, I don't know where they went but I do know that it's not near here, in San Antiqua, because no one's even verbalize of a witch since Rosas left"
"mummy, I know Aling Rosa did her considerably to cure papa, but if it was his time then there was nothing we could make done"Carlota spoke, her vox was calm but there were deliquium peaks of frailty that Conor could catch."I'm sorry I wasn't there to bury papa with you and Francis, I can't even opine the pain you guys had to go through without me"
"It's okeh iha"Margaret shed a teardrop for her hubby,"I know that your dad is watching over us in nirvana with the Lord"
"Mama, speaking of Francis, how is he ?"
"Oh your brother's doing great in shoal"the grinning returned to Margaret's font, the trace of sorrowfulness fully erased from her characteristic."He's going to graduate next semester and he says that he has a chance to graduate as Summa Cum Laude"
"Really ?"Carlota was genuinely surprised, Francis wasn't the studious type, he was always getting in worry when he was younger, but recently, he's been keeping his field up, passing above the average necessary from his subjects, and she couldn't be more proud of him."Is he coming home this weekend ?"
"I don't need to issue forth family this weekend, ate"said a voice from atop the stairs. Carlota looked up to see her take in Brother walking down the flight of stair."I asked my professor if I could return my undertaking earlier than the eternal rest so that I could go domicile for the unhurt week"
"Francis !"shouted Carlota with mirth and surprise, she quickly ran to her young comrade and enveloped him in her implements of war in a plastered hug."I've missed you so much !"
"I missed you too, ate"he replied, his eyes looking straight ahead to Conor who sat quietly on the couch, chatting with Margaret."Wow sis, your hubby's more fine-looking in someone"he joked.
Carlota chuckled."How are you, Francis ? How is disco biscuit ? Are you two still together ?"
Francis smiled and shook his read/write head."We broke up two 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 care about me"
"It's his loss"Carlota rubbed her brother's back as they both returned towards the sofa."Mama, did you know Adam broke up with Francis ?"
"Ah, just a clarification, sis"interrupted her brother,"I broke up with that arse"
"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 little bit— Uh, I mean, arsehole in the side"
"Thanks, ate"he said with a smile."But I can take forethought of a wimp like him"
"I haven't introduced myself yet, have I ?"spoke Francis, he pulled away from his Sister's arms and held out one to Conor."I'm Francis, your married woman's gay adopted Brother"
"Nice to cope with ya, Francis"Conor took his hand and gave it a tauten shook
"business firm grip and right weight added with every shake"murmured Francis to his sis."You've got a custodian, sis"
The conversations continued well into the night, before anyone knew it, it was already seven in the eve, the sun had set and the lunar month had risen from the horizon, the starts brilliantly shone across the night sky, Conor peered out and could see them clearly, twinkling like gems against a black background.
"passion, I'm just going to step outside for a bit"Conor told his wife and steppe out into the shadow outside. He took a big breathing time of air and felt reinvigorated by how uncontaminating it was in the responsibility. He took the steps and stood just a human foot from the fountain, watching the soft glow of the lights dancing with the rippling of the water. The scene was such a different take from the life in the city, always buzzing and late, it was as if he was always being chased in the metropolis, here in the lowly peasant townsfolk of her wife, life was at such a calmer Department of State, if it weren't for work, he'd definitely bide here.
The hint picked up, blowing dusty air into his face, a sudden jar of unexplainable lust ran over his entire body, his pecker slightly stiffened in his pants, throbbing for some action, hungry for some sweet, Filipina pussy. Just as he thought about his married woman, a unlike look-alike popped into his mind. A darker skinned cleaning woman with curly hair, defenseless and leaning against the trunk of a large Tree in the midsection of the forest, her fingers slid down her sweaty, glinting dead body. Conor's mind transported him into a fantasy with a different cleaning lady, he knew that this was technically cheating on her but his mind wouldn't let the double of the other womanhood go, instead, his mind whipped up the double of him, his long, wooden-headed peter, hard as a rock, out of his pant and leaking precum. Conor shook his head, he wasn't about to come back inside and have a noticeable bulge in his bloomers, especially since Carly's mom and brother were in the living room. They'd totally see his putz's outline on his pants !
Conor looked around and found it was too hard to tell if there were anyone in the wickedness that could see what he was doing. Spotting the deliquium phantasm of the garage, Conor headed towards it with the intent of releasing his pent up sex drive there. All the way to the garage he took twofold 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 pommel and turned it, there was a click and the door swung inwards. Conor breathed a sigh of relief, then another thought had entered his idea, why was he doing this ? He could just as easily quell outside a few more mo and let his cock calm down but something was ushering him to enroll the garage and seaman his meat until he releases all that collected cum. Conor entered the garage, making sure as shooting to only use the visible radiation of his phone to see in the darkness inside.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Julieta and clemency had stepped out to feature a bullet when they had noticed the tall figure by the outpouring. Mercy had inched behind one of the pocket-sized shrub in the garden to see who the darkness belonged to, only to incur Conor standing in front man of the fountain, a clearly seeable protrusion in his pants. clemency almost yelped in surprise when a hand covered her mouth a moment later."It's me Mercy, don't sidesplitter"whispered Julieta."I can't believe what I'm seeing"she added in amazement. She released her booster'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 favourable one, Julieta"answered mercy."She's the one taking that dick every night"
"That was a rhetorical dubiousness, Mercy"replied Julieta."I wonder how big he is"
"What's a rhetorical question ?"asked mercifulness,"Don't use big words on me, Julieta, I didn't grad senior high school school, remember ?"
"Oh just shut up, Mercy"Julieta rolled her eyes at her friend and returned her focus on the Irish people hunk."Look he's walking away, he's heading 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,"Come on, let's follow him"
"What if we get caught ?"
"It's too sinister for anyone who isn't used to this darkness to see more than a few feet away, he won't see us, just keep lull"
"But I… I don't want to get caught, Julieta"
"Puta, mercifulness, don't you want to see a big prick instead of what June has ? I know I want to see one, Ricardo's wouldn't even compare to his !"Ricardo was Julieta's young man, he was only a college student but he had skills in the chamber that Julieta wanted, but the sizing of his dick was just an average five in, something that unretentive would never fully satisfy a kick like her. June, on the other hand was mercifulness's husband, he wasn't as good as Ricardo was in sex, he was a easily lover, but, just the same as with Ricardo, he was only five and half inches.
"This is our chance to get to see a foreigner's dick in very life"Julieta pulled clemency 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 predict me we won't get caught"
"I promise we won't"said Julieta doing a crossing over foreland breast and a young woman scout's salute."crossing my eye and hope to die"
"There you go again with you silly— ahh !
Julieta had pulled mercifulness once again, this time towards the garage, trying as hard as they can not to spend a penny any tatty noises. She had seen Conor enter the side door and knew the layout of the service department, the convenience would be at the back and thankfully, there was a belittled 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 married man. She had casted a lead of lust towards him, forcing his mind to conjure an persona of a woman to rouse him to the point that he needed freeing. The image of the adult female was supposed to be her, but something else had sneaked its way into the air castle and at the moment she wasn't sure if this entity was one of the engkanto's that lived in the timber. If it was, then she might be able to muster the entity into the deathly realm in order to facilitate her achieve her goal of revenge, but if the entity was something else entirely, such as a restless spirit brought to Conor by her magic, then there was nothing she could do to discontinue the malevolent being from doing whatever it pleases to him. Either way, it was a win-win situation for her.
Danica crept over nearer the garage from the former direction, steering assoil from the two amah who were already tiptoeing towards the back. A deliquium twinkle could be seen from one of the windowpane and the phone of running weewee and moaning emanated from within the convenience. Danica used her tenacious 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 tiny light of promiscuous emerged from the tip of the staff. It quickly vanished the moment it appeared, but that was all that she needed to do, the spark had told her all she needed to know about the entity. She shook her oral sex, this is not going to end well, she thought, with the most wicked of smile .