Holly's Curse Is About To Get Worse

Holly lay stretched out on her bed listening to music too loudly in an attempt to drown out her thoughts and stop herself over analysing and over thinking everything like she always did.

It wasn't really working. And to make matters worse, her mother had now entered the room, Mary's knocking not having been heard. The last thing Holly wanted to do right now was talk about things, but she pulled off her headphones ready to listen anyway.

"I wanted to check in and see how you were feeling about your sisters decision to tell her friend about her situation" Mary asked as she sat down next to her daughter.

"I'm genuinely happy that it seems to be paying off for Maisie so far, but it kind of leaves me fucked"

"Language Holly!"

"I'm 24, Mom, and I'm very stressed!" Holly sighed as she ran her hand through her long, dark hair in frustration.

"Actually you being 24 brings me onto the thing that I actually came here to talk to you about quite neatly" Mary spoke in a softer tone, the kind usually reserved for breaking bad news.

This confused Holly, What did her being in her mid twenties have to do with anything? And how was it more pressing than the very real issue that, if she didn't find someone to tell about her curse soon, it was bound to be exposed by accident?

"So, you know you are a very special member of our family" Mary began.

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk Mom" Holly interjected sarcastically before rolling her eyes and sighing "I know what you are referring to. I'm the Purest Petersen"

The Purest Petersen was a bizarre family tradition that Holly had never really understood, despite having had it thrust upon her from birth. Dating back to Isabel Petersen, the woman who was originally cursed, the family had only ever, with very few exceptions, produced daughters. So the eldest daughter was always supposed to remain a Petersen by name, even after marriage, to prevent it from dying out. It had started with Isabel's eldest daughter, then hers, then hers and so on, tracing a direct line of eldest daughters that had eventually reached Mary and now moved onto Holly. Somehow, for reasons Holly couldn't fathom, none of the husbands, even those who were masters, had ever been able to stop these women from retaining the Petersen surname.

"Okay, so what does that have to do with anything?" Holly asked.

"So, the curse treats the first daughters of the first daughters, the Purest Petersen's as they have come to be known, a little differently. It was seemingly part of the way the curse works to ensure it's survival across generations. It hits them a little more aggressively to make sure they serve their purpose"

"More aggressively? Fuck can this week get any worse?" Holly despaired.

"Language! And it's not anything to get panicked about. In fact some of it is even beneficial, like the excellent health we enjoy so we are preserved"

"I don't really like the idea of being preserved for a curse, I'd rather get ill" Holly sulked, folding her arms "And what else is there? If that's the part that is supposed to be good"

"Well, obviously just staying alive isn't enough to keep the curse going. The Purest Petersen has to give birth to a daughter of their own. And if, by the age of 25, they have not had one, the curse intervenes to try and help things along a bit" Mary placed a hand on her daughters thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Help things along how?" Holly asked nervously.

"By making them incredibly horny" Mary answered bluntly.

"Mom!" Holly blurted out in embarrassment, her face flushing red.

"It's true, and you need to know to be prepared for this. The only thing that can stop it is pregnancy. There is a reason I fell pregnant with you only a couple of months after my 25th birthday. I hadn't been planning a daughter just yet, but was pretty severe stuff"

"But you were married to Dad! I'm single! And I don't want to have to have a fucking kid to preserve some fucking curse!"

For once, Mary didn't even bother complaining about her daughters language.

"I'm just telling you how it is. I'm sorry"

"So is there anything I can do to not get so...you know, other than getting pregnant?" Holly asked awkwardly, not quite believing she was having to have a conversation like this with her mother, and as a grown adult no less.

"Yes, there is a way of reducing the effect. I'm not recommending it, and neither am I judging you if you choose to go in this direction. It wasn't an option for me, for obvious reasons, but it can be for you"

"Okay, that sounded pretty cryptic" Holly probed "What do I have to do exactly?"

"Well, of course, penetrative sex isn't the only way to deal with your horniness. You could just masturbate a lot, or use a vibrator"

"Mom!" Holly's face was now just about the colour of a beetroot.

"I'm trying to explain dear, stop getting so embarrassed by everything" Mary sighed "Anyway, the curse rewards frequent sex, with different partners, as repeated attempts at trying to become impregnated. And, here is the key thing, since it is from hundreds of year ago, it didn't take contraception into account. So, in other words..."

"I can keep the curse's extra urges at bay without getting pregnant by having lots of protected sex with a variety of different men?"

"Basically, yes" Mary nodded "It allows you a bit more control otherwise the horniness it can strike at any time, and it needs to be dealt with, no matter how inconvenient"

"Great, so if I don't want a child, which I don't, then I either have to become a total slut or an obsessive masturbator?"

"The path of the Purest Petersen is not an easy one" Mary confirmed.

"And all this is going to start for me in less than a month? Happy fucking birthday!"