Fifteen

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That was not supposed to happen.

You angry with me?

Why would I be angry?

You put it in me. Maybe I get pregnant?

Well, let’s hope you don’t, but no, I am not angry with you.

That never happen with Tatay. He only cum once then wala.¹

I don’t think it happens all the time with me. But something triggered it this time.

What that?

You really don’t want to know.

I do. Tell me.

I’m sorry, no.

Please, Craig. What do it?

Something that should never happen.

What? What!? What do it?

Oh, why the fuck am I holding back? Am I afraid she won’t want to have sex again? Hell, that might be a good thing! She doesn’t want me to abandon her daughter, so no matter what I tell her won’t cause her to remove Dido from the house. Is it my moral freak-out? Well, shit, I need to get over that. This is a woman whose children were sired by her own father.

OK, I will tell you, but it needs a little explanation. Your daughter Dido likes girls more than men. She is fine with me and I love her, but she really likes sex with girls a lot. Do you understand?

This true?

Yes.

But you love her?

Yes.

You have sex with her?

I have, but mostly she has sex with the girls.

Oh! I not know.

There is no reason why you would know. And anyway, I often have Dido with me when I have sex with others. When she is with me, as I fuck the other girl, she does sexual things to the girl at the same time. She likes to be included when I am with the other girls.

And you allow this?

Yes, I allow it often.

That is nice that you are good to my daughter.

Thank you, but what caused me to cum today is my thinking about the fact that Dido likes to be with me when I am fucking another girl and you could be that other girl. And then she would be doing sex with her own mother.

Huhuhu! Wow, yes! Ha! Seksi!² You like?

What?

You want to try this?

Do you?

Sure, why not? If you like, we do it!

I really don’t think it is that simple. I am sure there is a limit where something is not OK. I don’t think I want to pursue the question any further to find the actual boundary.

Craig, what she really do?

Why do you want to know?

Why you not tell me?

OK, Shara. She eats pussy, sucks on tits, kisses on lips, finger fucks in pussies and in asses. Happy now?

Wow, so she really likes girls! Wow. I really not know. That why she not pregnant?

No, it has nothing to do with that. I don’t know why she never got pregnant.

Maybe she careful and what day you put it in her. I teach her about that. I teach her so she can get pregnant. Maybe she use it to not get pregnant.

Could be. …

Craig, you hard again. Do me, you sure to not cum this time!  This time it me who think about Dido!

She is right, I don’t cum this time but she does, a number of times. Was she really thinking about Dido?

As I ride back to the house, my head is pretty screwed up. Besides the fact that I have nothing to offer any girl in bed tonight, I have no idea what I will find waiting for me in regard to the changes I am demanding. In any number of ways, I wish I have not had relations with Shara and, then again, it was inevitable.

Does Dido know the truth about her own parentage? Do her sisters?

My head hurts, again.

I almost don’t want to walk in the door. I almost am sorry I ever spoke to Lyn that January day last year. I am really not looking forward to discovering what awaits me inside this door, as I regretfully walk through it.

There, in a line, are thirteen girls. My ten, plus Lanie, Mica and Dina. They stand there, oldest to the left, youngest to the right. One by one, each comes up to me and performs the honoring gesture called Mano. It is a sign of respect, or possibly asking for a blessing, or maybe forgiveness. It’s evidently an ancient tradition that dates back way before colonial times.

No words are spoken. All is silent except for a few babes in the background seeking attention or comfort.

Once the youngest, Mica, who is only nine, finishes, Lyn speaks, seemingly for all of them.

Craig, every one of us has done wrong. Every one of us knows there must be changes made. Every one of us promises to make the changes. We know this will be hard. We know there are times we will cry at having to do it. We know you are right when you told me, we are just trying to do for our children what never was done for us. And we know that it is possible to go too far in one direction just as much as too far in the other. We are sorry.

Thank you. I am not sure there can be a better start than this. But words without actions are just words. I hope that, in your actions, each of you individually are as brave, and good as the words that have been spoken. You all know how I feel and I do not need to say any more about it. As far as the rest of the night goes tonight, I just want a peaceful supper. After that, I need to speak with Dido first. After that I want to speak with Dina for a little bit, if there is time before she needs to get back home. … I will sleep alone tonight. … As there is no school for my ten, maybe one or two will come out to the lot with me tomorrow. I guess that’s all I have to say. Mel, when will we be eating?

It ready now.

OK, let’s eat.

There is some hesitation.

What? I say to no one in particular. All move to get the supper on the table and sit down. I guess each wanted to run to her baby or assist another with a baby, but it is time to learn that not every waking moment needs to be at the service of these children.

Yes, indeed, it is going to be hard.

During dinner, eyes from girls look out around the table and, for the first time in many months, remember what life in this house was like. It will never really be the same, but what did happen was a huge mistake. A balance needs to be found. I can’t do that for them. All I can do is point out that there is no balance now.

After dinner I retreat to the balcony in my bedroom. Dido has been there many times before. So this place is neither new to her nor a harbinger of trouble. She knows it is just where I like to be in the evenings.

You want to see me?

Sure do, sweetheart. Come sit by me.

At that, I find a smile on her face as she sits and we look out at the scene below us.

I spent the day with your mother and we did a fair bit of talking. Some of it about you.

I in trouble?

No, not in trouble at all. Some questions, but absolutely no trouble no matter what. … Your mother was surprised that you were the only one not pregnant. I said that some girls, because of things inside them, just have a hard time or can’t get pregnant. It wasn’t important to me. You were mine no matter what.

I am glad to know that!

Your mother said she had hoped you would get pregnant and even told you about how to time your days to make sure you would be with me at the best times. That surprised me, but it is fine. But then your mother asked, do I think you used that same knowledge to avoid getting pregnant. I told her that if you did I was OK with that. It was your choice.

So if I did that, you not angry?

Not at all. It shows you were thinking about if you were ready or would ever want your own kids. Not everyone does, and that is perfectly OK.

That really true?

Yes, and in a way, not being pregnant gives you more access to me and to all the girls. I know you like sex with them.

So, I am really not in trouble?

You are really not in trouble.

Even though you know my secret?

Yes, even though I know that secret. I won’t tell anyone.  Now, sweetheart, I have a question to ask. Once again, you are not in any trouble and your mother is not in any trouble. I like her.

Truly?

Yes, Dido, truly.

OK, what question?

Do you know who your father is?

Yes, do you?

Yes.

And you are not angry?

No.

Do your sisters know?

Yes.

Do you know what your mother wants me to do?

Have sex with my sisters… and…

And?

You promise to not be angry with her?

I promise.

She wants to have sex with you. But! So does Ate Gladies!

Yes, I know.

Oh, it OK?

Well, do your sisters want that, or just your mother?

My sisters, they want! It true.

What do you think I should do? Do you want me to have sex with your sisters?

Yes! Will you?

Mica is only nine, Dido. That’s real young.

Oh, I see. But it OK with us, really.

OK, now Dido, you like having sex with me and the girls I have in bed with me. But you don’t want that if it is your mother or your sisters, right?

Could I?

Could you what?

Be with ’Nay if you do her?

You want that?

She giggles, Wow, yes. She was with her mother when her father doing her mother and she help! She tell me. I will do the same! Same for her, same for my sisters.

Same for Gladies?

I can be with Gladies too? Wow! OK.

I am not saying that these things will happen. I just wanted to know how you felt about them.

It OK, I won’t tell anyone. Please do ’Nay, please.

Sweetheart, please send Dina to me if she is still here. I will see you tomorrow.

OK. And I get a nice kiss as she leaves.

Five minutes later, Dina is escorted out onto the balcony by Dido, who then leaves the bedroom.

Thank you for sitting with me tonight for a while.

Sir, is there some trouble?

No Dina, there is no trouble at all. I only have some questions. I don’t care what the answer is, so long as it is the truth. All true answers are good answers.

Yes, Sir.

Your mother, and your sister, Dido, say you want to be my girlfriend and have sex with me. Is that really true?

Yes! Can I?

[I know you English grammarians wish she had asked ‘May I,’ but they never do. Yes, I know about the corruption of the English language… but you will just have to get over it. Chaucer had the same worries as you have and you see how that stopped things in its tracks, right?]

Maybe, but you are only eleven. That is just too young. Even when you are old enough, I would want you to work with your mother to make sure you were not with me on days when you are more likely to have a baby. But for now, you are just too young for that.

If I do that, you will allow?

Not yet, and I will not allow at all if you do not agree to try to keep from getting pregnant.

OK, I promise to do what you want.

Dina, do you know who your father is?

Yes, Sir. I know. Did Dido or ’Nay tell you?

Yes. Do you know your mother also wants to be a sex partner with me?

She giggles. Yes, she tell us. … Oh! If you have a baby with her and one with us… it the same!

No. Similar, but not the same. I am not the father of your mother, nor am I your father.

Ah, yes, I see. But if I have a baby with you and then you do my baby later, that the same?

Yes, that would be the same. It won’t happen, but yes, that is the idea.

Too bad it not happen. I think it a family tradition!

Good God, I sure hope it isn’t in her family! One generation of it does not make for a tradition.

That is all, Dina. Thank you for sitting with me.

You are welcome, Sir. I hope you make me yours. I pray for it each night.

I see. I am humbled by the knowledge, Dina. Good night.

Good night, Sir.

It just gets crazier and crazier.

Monday morning, Lyn and Lexi ride out to the lot about an hour after I get there. Yes, there are still motherly duties to perform, but there needs to be a balance. We are sitting in the ‘command hut,’ the bahay kubo I use when out here and, as Lyn surveys the doings this morning she comments, You need more workers.

I can’t hire any. It’s a pakyaw job.  

OK, you can’t, but the guy who has the pakyaw with you can. He needs to speed things up.

I tried to suggest it and he’s not interested.

Let me try.

Go ahead.

Lyn walks across the lot to have her conversation.  Even if the conversation was occurring right next to me, I wouldn’t have a clue as to what is being said. There is no benefit to staring at the two figures. Lyn will return here when done and tell me that she got no further than I did.

Instead I turn to Lexi.

I made a huge mistake when I made that walk past Lagao National High School. I am sorry.

What? We love those girls? Why you say that?

Because, now I really must add their mothers and their siblings.

Sisters?

You mean on the lot in the outbuildings to be the gardeners?

I mean to my bed.

Why?

Lexi, who have I been with six days a week and ten hours a day for six months?

Oh.

How many hours have I really been with you or any one of the others in the house during these same six months?

Yes, I see. But you not with Dina, Lanie, or Mica?

I have not.

But Gladies and Shara?

Yes.

They pregnant?

No, or at least I really hope not.

They still to be in the outbuildings?

Yes, because of the boys. Best they be in separate homes.

Before you say the girls too young. These three, they younger.

Yes, and I do think they are too young. Even the oldest of those girls, Dina, is two years younger than Dido when I took her. I am not ready to accept her, not yet.

You would have taken my mother if she was not evil?

Yes, I think I would have.

And Si2x, her mother if not a prostitute?

Hard to say, because I have been trying to keep the mothers all away, but maybe. Still, you know the whole reason Gladies and Shara even met me is because I was hoping they would tell their girls that the kids were too young. Otherwise, they would not have been to the house, over and over again. See? I made a huge mistake.

Maybe. Maybe it is the way God wants it. Right?

I thought you hated the Church.

Yes the Church. That evil. Not God! It not the same. Craig, did you tell Lyn about Gladies and Shara. She not tell us.

No. You are the first I have told.

Lexi just looks out across the field, lifts an eyebrow to some unknown person and says in a very quiet voice, as if only to herself, I will explain to the family. We really make problems. And then she says nothing more.

A good ten minutes later, Lyn is back with us. She hasn’t said a word. I am not asking. There is no reason to make her admit defeat. I knew she would get nowhere with the guy.

As lunch approaches, the girls ride back to the house. I have my sack lunch with me and have every intention of settling down to a bite of it when I see Gladies waving from her hut. She wants me to come over. I grab my sack and walk in her direction.

Magandang tanghali³, Craig.

Magandang tanghali to you, Gladies.

You bring protection today?

What?

Lyn, she come with you again. She was with you Saturday night, di ba⁴?

Yes, she was with me, but not for protection. She and the others need to understand how things have changed. I started with Lyn that night because, in many ways, she is the leader. ... Today is the result of that change, in part. But I am, this week, letting all know that you and Shara are added to my life. That is what you want, correct?

You doing that?

Yes.

Praise be! Thank God for this, I am sure.

Oh, Father Dan, are you hearing this? Is this the same God that you know? They think the God they thank is the same one you thank and praise. Is it?

So now we your girls?

Yes. You are my girl, Gladies, just like May is my girl.

And Lanie?

Gladies, she is only ten. Too young.

Ha, you say that about my May. You wrong then.

How young is too young?

Why you ask that?

Well, if eleven is not too young, what is too young?

I not know. If a girl, she wants, it not too young!

So you are saying Lanie wants?

Tama.⁵ Just like me. I want.

And with that, Gladies tugs at my slacks, pulls them down and then pulls up her long skirt to reveal no panties. There is a big smile on her face.

As the workmen eat their cups of rice with scant toppings under the shade of a tarp here on the lot, my cock plunges into a feast inside Gladies’ hut.

And then I do the math. This will be a fertile day.

I pull out much to Gladies displeasure. But I am having none of it.

Damnit, Gladies, I don’t want you pregnant!

I see her doing the math inside her head and when she comes back with the number I did, the fight goes out of her. Do me like you do Shara.

I think she means in the ass.

Are you sure? Have you done this before?

Do it!

The very first time I ever took a girl in the ass, ever in my life, was an evil thing in anger with an evil woman. Now, in quick succession and for a very different reason, it is at the requests of the women. It is taking some mental recalibration.

But I am now deep in Gladies’ ass and she is far from complaining. I am not sure how long I should keep this up before I do some real injury to the woman. I just don’t know enough about it to make an educated decision. Instead, I think of Dido eating her cunt as I fuck her ass, and that does it. I push cum where it really ought not to be. And… I even have time for lunch!

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