Fifteen

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Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

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Did you plan that, Gladies?

You needed it.

That is not an answer.

Yes, I answer.

Are you going to get pregnant now?

Ha! No. Period ended yesterday. No chance today.

Oh, Jesus, I hope so.

It true. If I in my fertile days, I just use my mouth. No babies from me. Promise.

I have been chewing about what transpired last Sunday all this week. These two mothers will be living with me going forward anyway, at least on the same land and in my employ. What the heck. If this is what Gladies wants, so long as there aren’t any more babies, I guess, no one is being hurt.

I make it clear to her on Tuesday that nothing is to happen when the workmen are here. She seems OK with that and this Sunday she won’t be there. It is Shara’s Sunday out there.

A week passes and nothing at home has changed.

At the house, I decide to have a serious discussion with Lyn. I really need to get things back on track. The construction will take a long time, and the little ones will be little for a few years, too. Things can go off the rails in that type of timeline.

Sorry, we are busy, Craig, can it wait?

No, Lyn it can’t. And for the record, everyone is ‘always busy’ these days.

But the children…

Yes, I know, Lyn. It is always… ‘the children, later please.’

Oh. You angry.

I’m sure not happy, sweetheart.

She’s scared now. That much I can see.

Come sit with me, away from here.

Where we go?

Let’s go to the lot. It is quiet there.

She gets up and is following me out the front door as Mel and Jana ask if she has done something. She tells them to take care of whatever it is as the door closes behind her. She says nothing more as she gets on the bike with me. There is not a word on the way out to our place. When I arrive, Gladies sticks her head out of her hut and sees the two of us before retreating again.

Sitting just where I did last weekend when I fucked Gladies, I look at Lyn who is sitting near me.

Lyn, your life as a child was very difficult. More than hard. There was pain, maybe not much food at times and many other problems. You have never told me this, but I think I am right. Am I?

Yes, it true. Maybe worse.

And the same was true for the other girls. Each of them sees her life as it really was and says, ‘Not my child! This not going to happen to my child.’ And so, every sound each child makes, each movement of each of them is watched and anything that might even cause one of those babies to cry, is dealt with, removed, made better. ‘No bad thing will happen to my baby!’ you think in your heart. … but, my dear love, my sweet Lyn, it really is possible to ruin a child if you go too far to take all challenges away from a child. … What all of you are doing out of love, will in the end do great harm. And your lives become devoted to undoing the pain of your early lives through a child who has not known any pain. That is something that can never be. All that will happen is that you are cutting yourself off from that very thing which gave you the freedom from that pain. You have all made serious mistakes and it has to stop.

Lyn is bawling. Between sobs, she asks, How you know this? How? How you know my heart?

Am I wrong?

No, no! How?

I didn’t. Not for many months. But I finally came to understand. You are all good mothers, but you all need to back off. No one is going to hurt our children, so long as you don’t hurt them by spoiling them. It really has to stop, Lyn, and it has to stop right now, not later, not in a while, not when it seems right. No, it has to stop right now. Immediately.

I see. Craig, it is hard.

I know it, but because you love your child you must stop the damage you are doing. I have six sons and daughters and each of them is being damaged. It has to stop. And Lyn, I expect you and the other girls back in my bed. If it is your fertile days, we will do oral sex only, but I expect you to remember our love and rebuild that connection with me.

I not forget it!

Really? When was the last time we were together? When was the last time we kissed or even held hands? When?

She starts bawling again. I just allow it to continue. She needs to take ownership of this. If I comfort her now, I stop that from happening.

You still want me?

Lyn, I am going to assume that means you know you have screwed up and deserve my unhappiness. Yes, I am unhappy. But, you are and always will be mine. I need you to remember what that means.

So, you still want me?

Yes. Are you going to fix what you have broken?

I must.

Do I need to have this talk nine more times?

No, I will talk to Jana and Lexi. Then we will talk to the others.

When?

Jana and Lexi tonight. The others tomorrow. Craig, I really sorry. What you say about my life, that very true. Very true, my love. Good that I know you know, I think. It OK that you hold me, na? Please?

I do hold her. I have really missed the touch of her against my skin. We just hold each other and rock back and forth for a good half an hour before getting back on the bike and riding to our house.

When we get back home, Lyn precedes me through the front door and calls out for Lexi and Jana. Heads appear and Lyn announces, Follow me, as she heads for the stairs.

I hear, But the children… followed by Lyn saying, I say follow me now! And then two girls are running to catch up.

I have possibly done all I can do. The rest may rest with Lyn now. I will just have to wait and see. But having done ‘something’ I feel more at peace with myself. That alone is a good thing, I think as I pick up a book and open to the page I was last on.

Tomorrow is Sunday. I think, considering all that might be occurring here, it is best I spend at least one more Sunday at the lot.

I have not seen Lyn come down. I am not sure what room they are in but I am tired and ready to stop for the evening, so I will maybe get an update from her tomorrow morning about how it went tonight. I don’t want to interrupt her if they are still in the middle of it.

I enter my bedroom to find the three girls, with cheeks and eyes red from crying. I say nothing, for the simple reason that I have no idea what would be the right thing to say.

Lexi looks at me and simply says, We were wrong, Craig. We know it. We made a big mistake.

I say nothing, and look at Jana. She wipes her eyes and offers, We will make the changes. Promise.

Lyn looks on me, still unsure and worried.

Promises are one thing, but the proof is in the doing. And that is something that requires actions, as well as words. I am glad to hear what you have said tonight, but carrying this out with your children and the others, that will be hard. It has to happen.

There is really nothing more to say now, and I wish them all goodnight as I want to go to bed. Jana and Lexi both give me kisses as they leave the room, and I am expecting the same from Lyn, but Lyn wants something else.

It OK if I am with you tonight?

Yes. I’d like that.

Good. And then with a smile, This not my fertile time.

It really has been a while since Lyn was in my bed. She has regained her shape from after the pregnancy. That entire episode is behind her. What was behind her until tonight, was any connection with me except via our child.

She comes to me and, with lips brushing mine, her hands unbuckle my belt. My hands softly touching the sides of her head. It begins, new again, a reintroduction. We explore places remembered, but from another time. Her breasts are different now. Her hips too, maybe, a little different? Tongues touch. Breaths exchange. Skin against skin. A newness. A sense of welcome.

I enter Lyn, a first time, a new time, a time after the last time. Before she was but a girl. Now she is the mother of my child, a daughter. Now she is a young woman. A woman with responsibilities and I… I am her man. She is moving with me. Making what is, ours. A dance. Two dancers, the music shared and steps harmonious. Partners.

She who told me… Sir, if you have a girlfriend, you will want to stay. I sure this.

She, below me now, is the very proof of her words. I have stayed.

The dance tempo increases. The pace hastens the climax which we know must come, as we build to it. If we are not moving to it rapidly, then we are doing so inexorably. And knowing, it must not be the last time. It must be repeated time and again, lest we lose what we have now regained.

As her perspiration-covered hips accept my sweat-covered torso one last time, cum exits me and enters Lyn. Not to make a child, but as a token of the love I have for her.

With that, we lie side by side, unwilling to move and resolute in the belief that we are truly lovers of long standing.

Sleep comes, welcome and with dignity.

Good morning, Shara.

Good morning, Sir Craig. All OK na?

I don’t know. We will see.

Ah, trouble at home?

Why do you ask?

My Dido, she text me last night. She say maybe something wrong but she not know.

I see.

So, there trouble?

Shara, there are things that need to be fixed. I hope they will be.

Anyone leaving?

I hope not. I have not asked anyone to leave.

So my Dido, she safe?

Shara, they are all safe, at least I am not removing safety from anyone.

OK, good to know.

So, you like Gladies and me better now?

What do you mean?

Sir, you want a back rub, maybe?

Oh, I see. You want what Gladies wants?

Why I not?

Maybe you already have a boyfriend.

No, why you think I have?

I have no idea what your life is like.

No time for boyfriend. Just work and children. Wala na.¹

So since I am here, you think, well, he is better than nothing?

Why you say that? We love you! All, yes, all! Why you say a mean thing?

What do you mean all?

It true, all.

I am sure I will not get any more clarity. I decide to just give up trying.

You want to be my lover even though Dido is my lover? You really want to share me with your daughter?

Why not?

Well, don’t you find it a little weird?

Why that? How you think I have Dido and Dina and Mica?

How?

My father. He have my mother and me. Same bed. Sometime he do her, sometime he do me. It normal I think. Maybe it better. We stay together.

Is it perverted that I am getting hard as she tells me this? On one level, I can’t believe it, but I suspect she is telling the simple truth. And if it is true, is this why she was pushing me to take Dina and Mica? Is it also true for Gladies? I thought she had a common-law arrangement that ended with a motorcycle accident. Is this why there are no men in the picture for these gals? No, this has to be a one-off.

For Shara… it’s all about economics. If you have only one bed and only one bedroom for the whole family, this has to be the result often enough that it isn’t too uncommon.

It’s funny in a way. There is this ancient taboo against incest which must mean that it has been a thing, right from the very beginning. So, as families become more affluent, even in ancient times, no different than current times, and they tend to have separate sleeping arrangements, which makes actual incest less common among those folks, while remaining common among the poorer. Ergo the jokes about Ozark virgins being the ones who could outrun their brothers.

And oddly enough, it works in reverse as you climb the economic ladder. There, the need to keep the money and power in the hands of those who already have it, argued for pairing of close consanguinity.

It all boils down to economics. It always does.

Craig?

Yes?

What you thinking?

I think that, if we make love, very soon after that you will push me to take Dina and Mica.

So we will?

Will what?

Make love?

I didn’t say that, Shara.

But we will?

When was your last period?

Ten days.

Ten days ago?

Yes, that what I say!

Well, then, no we will not make love.

Because you not want another baby?

Yes.

It OK. I take you by mouth. If you want, do my behind. You like that, yes? I hear you do that before but the girl she not like. I am OK for you.

Let’s see what you can do with your mouth.

And that is the very last word said because Shara simply squats down between my legs, frees my member from my clothes and gets down to the task. This is not something that is new to her. If she has a gag reflex, it isn’t evident.

She has me going and rock hard too darn quick for this to be the work of a novice. Have I missed something? Is there more to Shara sexual proficiency that I need to consider? Is she more like Si2x’s mom?

I guess I have to break in to the good feelings, so to speak and ask what is, pun-wise, a pressing question.

Shara, how did you learn to do this?

She looks up with a big smile, and informs me, My Nanay tell me I am hurting Tatay when I do him. She teach me. She say, better this way. No more children then.

Are you sorry I asked? I am, sort of, I guess. Anyway, Shara returns to her mission. She is very good at this. Almost too good. I feel nothing but maybe her cheeks and her throat. Never, ever have I ever gotten head like this. But I decide to test her claim that she will take it in her ass. Why not?

I pull her up, and tell her to strip as I step out of my slacks and boxers. I have her kneeling on the bench as I finger her wet cunt and drag what moisture I find back to her rosebud. I find a fair bit of moisture, though I am sure the initial entry will be a little dry and painful for her.

I slide my dick over her labia, picking up on it what I can. She is squirming around, maybe hoping I will use that hole in spite of my earlier protestations. But I have no intentions of getting the gal pregnant. Once I have done all I can do to make the thrust as lubricated as possible, I place my member on the rosebud and using a hand, work it in.

Shara groans, winces a couple of times as the initial push is accommodated. But once all the way in, she seems OK with it. I run my fingers up her cunt as I start stroking in and out of her ass. It is certainly tight enough. And now Shara starts to flood the bench and floor below, with cunt juices, as the ass fucking continues. She is grunting now, seeming happy and meeting my strokes.

So, you are mine now Shara? Before, your father’s, and now mine.

Yes! Yes!

And you will teach your children to give head like you were taught?

Yes!

And the ass fucking… you will teach your daughter?

Yes! Craig! Yes!

I am pounding her ass, and messing with her clit. This is a lesson in how economic realities modify societal norms. And that is what I am thinking as I dump cum in the woman’s ass.

I am happy I moved my clothing far from the bench before we started this. If I hadn’t, they would have been drenched.

Once I pull out of Shara, a bit of cum also leaks out. I suspect she will need to go to the latrine, but she doesn’t. There is a cloth and she grabs it, pours some water on it, and cleans my cock up pretty thoroughly, along with some hand sanitizer, before squatting down and taking me in her mouth again. I see cum dripping from her ass onto the floor of the hut as she works my cock in her mouth, doing her damned best to resuscitate the poor soldier. Sort of CPR for the sexually disabled and, I’ll be damned, she is succeeding. I am getting stiff at least.

When she has me hard enough by her lights, she pulls off and say, Fuck me now! You won’t cum!

She’s right. There is no way I am going to cum again and she clearly wants a good fucking. I mount her on the damned bench.

Did Gladies tell her that I think Dido is a lesbian? How will she react to that? Damn, why am I thinking about that as I fuck this woman? Of shit, I know! Because Dido wants to fuck the women I fuck and right now I am fucking her mother. Oh… shit! Damn I am going to cummmm….

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