Thank you for the likes and feedback on part one. I had intended it being a single part but when I opened my mind to more, I found this story and loved writing it. I have some references to historically correct persons of the age but this isn't a history story and I've made my own universe in that timeline. The same goes for use of addressing Lords and Ladies, my story, my rules. I hope you enjoy, more story than sex but I promise it's in there! All straight sex, all over 18.
Life after the auction was very good. Our house took a while to build but Gina and I got to enjoy just being together with no stress or worrying about being caught. Dad was having our Aunts visit quite often, one was married but Mom and Dad would spend days just enjoying them together. Gina teased me about seducing a 'hot Aunt' but I wasn't interested. They were reasonably attractive, it wasn't that but they just didn't have nice personalities and that put me off.
When we didn't have guests, Dad spent a lot of time hunting for hidden rooms in the house. He bought himself thermal imaging and surveying tools and became a little obsessed with finding rooms after he accidentally found one when hanging some shelves. When we asked him why he was so determined to find more rooms, he said it was to try and find more treasure, despite the story behind finding the sword being a lie.
Once our house was ready, Gina and I made it our home and set out to make love in every single room. We'd join our parents for dinner but they just liked that we were happy. I was having dreams about being in the past again too. Gina thinks it was just echos of the alternate life but I'd wake up in a cold sweat then forget the dream once Gina kissed me. I liked to tease her too, I'd wake from a nap and talk in the old English accent from movies and pretend I'd changed but I couldn't keep a straight face. I suspected it was from my reading, I'd spend hours reading about the history of Covington house and the many owners it had over the years.
I woke up one morning, our routine was usually the same. Brush our teeth, shower if we'd been up all-night making love then do the same thing all day. Gina was lying in bed still asleep and I had already showered and brushed my teeth. I crawled onto the bed beside her and ran my hand over her naked body. I cupped her breast and ran my thumb over her nipple then gently kissed her neck. She smiled at me then rolled over onto her side.
"Can you spoon me, take me from behind? I'm a little tired," she said.
"I can stop," I replied.
"You're already hard, Marcus. You'll be begging me all day. Cum in me and enjoy yourself."
She reached back and guided my cock into her. She'd never been so uninterested before, no matter how many times we'd made love. My desires took over so I slowly thrust into her, hoping a nice orgasm would awaken her lust but she just gave quiet moans until I exploded deep inside her. I didn't know it at the time but it would be the last time I'd make love to her.
Later that afternoon, Dad called us over to the house. He said he'd found another room and wanted us to explore it with him. He was impatiently waiting for us.
"I had a quick look, it looks like an old study but there's a lot of dust. Please put on the gloves and masks," he said.
The gloves were too small for me so I put them in my pocket. Dad opened the wooden door that had been covered up by a thin layer of plaster. It creaked as if it was complaining but it opened into a room that looked like it used to be an office or a study. We were curious why they would have just closed it off but the building layout didn't make any sense to us at all.
There were books but when Dad picked one up, being slow and careful with it, it just crumbled in his hands. Mom found a couple of crystals on a shelf, I'd picked a couple up too that were sitting in a box. They looked like they were glowing in my hand, I blew the dust off them to get a closer look.
"Are they glowing, honey? These ones aren't," said Mom.
Gina started walking towards me with a concerned look on her face, she had been looking at something on the wall. As Mom put the crystals she had in her hand into mine, she yelled "No!" but it was too late. As soon as the crystals touched, everything went black.
"Is 'e breathin'?" said the woman as she poked my arm.
"Hey," I said as I sat up. The man and woman got a fright.
"Sorry, Guv, you gave Miss Spencer quite the fright. She said you just fell out the air, I thought she'd been drinkin' again," said the man.
I looked at both of them, they were dressed in what I saw as really old-fashioned kitchen clothes. They helped me stand up, the woman gasped when my clothes just crumbled to dust and left me naked. The man quickly handed me a small towel to cover myself.
"Let's get you inside before the Lady see's you out here," said the man.
They took me into a kitchen, I was in agony and barely able to walk. It seemed like every bone in my body was on fire and my head was pounding. Once inside, they sat me in a chair and found me a clean apron to put on and better cover myself up. The woman handed me a mug of tea, I hated the stuff but it was hot and sweet and helped my pain go away.
A few minutes later, a woman came into the room. She was wearing nicer clothes than the two kitchen staff that were helping me had on. They both stood back and lowered their heads but didn't say anything.
"I looked out of my window and see my cook and my maid helping a naked man into my house. Who are you, where did you come from?" she asked me.
I thought for a second as I looked around, the crystals, Gina's reaction when Mom handed me the other two. I'd been sent to the past again.
"Well, shit," I said to myself as I sighed.
The maid and cook gasped.
"Do you not know who I am? Such language in front of a Lady will get you whipped, boy!" said the woman.
"Ma'am, I'm not a boy, I'm 26 years old and I'm from somewhere you won't understand," I replied.
I didn't even see the man come into the room or what he hit me with but I saw movement at the corner of my eye then I was out cold again.
"Come on, wake up, boy," said a man.
He'd held what I assumed to be smelling salts under my nose. It burned my sinuses but holy shit was I awake then. I looked around, I was tied to a chair in what seemed to be a barn or something. The man who I figured had knocked me out was in front of me, the woman was standing a little behind him. I'd been dressed in some kind of burlap sack.
"Oh, that stuff is not cool man," I said to him.
"His accent is most curious, have you heard it on your travels, Mr. Smith?" said the woman.
"I have not, M'Lady. Where are you from, boy?" he said to me.
"My name is Marcus, I'm not a boy," I replied.
"Yet you have no hair on your body and you barely look old enough to shave. Who are you, were you sent here to find me?" said the woman.
"I was sent here by mistake. You seem like an important woman, Ma'am but I'm afraid I don't know who you are or when I am," I replied.
"He's telling the truth, M'Lady," said Mr. Smith.
"Mr. Smith has a very good talent of spotting a lie. Makes him the most annoying opponent when playing cards but I digress, you said 'when' I am? Explain yourself," she said to me.
"I don't know what date today is. If I'm right, I'm still at Covington house," I replied.
"It is the year of our Lord, 1527 and you are correct, this is Covington house."
