Fifteen

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

Some things should not be diagrammed...1

Lunch is pleasant and troubling. At least, it is troubling to me. Bel doesn’t seem troubled as much as she seems distracted. If I am running down mental rat-holes, Bel loses her train of thought twice toward the end of the lunch.

Following lunch, Lexi and Mel gather their mother up and disappear from view. Where they have gone is of no concern to me. I have done all I can do to keep her away from here without causing problems for me with Mel and Lexi.

Lyn, Jana, Dido, Li2x, and May have been staying out of the way during all of this, but now they appear and wrap arms around me. It’s sweet, appreciated, and unfortunately accomplishes nothing. I care for them as much as they care for me. That goes without saying. But until I know for certain that Bel is gone, and not angling to be part of this household, I remain on edge.

If I need something to distract myself from Bel, Lyn has the answer. We need to get ready for the party and that has my mind remapped for a good 30 seconds before… Lyn, are Mel and Lexi coming? If not, that is fine. But if they are, they need to say goodbye to their mother now.

Sure enough, Lyn didn’t see the issue either. May offers to ‘remind’ the two girls that they need to let us know what they want to do. There is no requirement they come to the party. On the other hand, I don’t want to make the decision for them and leave them here if they want to come with us.

This party is one where each family brings some dishes. It’s like a potluck or carry-in. We were told just to come without bringing anything but that makes no sense. We are bringing dishes. I say ‘family’ as we were told that there will be children, and assorted other family members attending. At the least, it is not just couples. That makes arriving with my girls far less of a shock to the others when we arrive.

As we assemble by the van forty-five minutes later, I am seeing something I do not want to see. But this is not the time or the place to sort out the meaning of it.

The drive takes me up towards the town of Polomolok and then down a side road for miles. This road is not paved and is not wide, maybe twelve feet at best. I guess that makes it a little wider than three meters, which Lyn tells me is a common width for a bukid¹ road. I have no idea what bukid is. There are steep drop-offs to open ditches on both sides the girls call canals. Here there are no cars or vans, but as well as the motorcycles and tricycles, there are oxen-drawn carts. They are calling the ox a carabao.

There are more of these carts than anything else moving on the road, though the term moving is being generous. Creeping is more like it.

Lyn has the directions, but they are like the others she has held for me, unlike any set of directions I have ever experienced before. Maybe if I had lived in the Ozarks such directions would seem similar, but not for me. Every direction requires a landmark. Nothing is given by kilometers or compass.

I am very glad we are making this trip in daylight and suspect it may be one reason why the party is starting so early. We may not be the only ones for whom this is the first time out here.

If I had any concern as to whether other expats lived on larger plots of land, when we finally arrive at our destination that concern is done with. The house may not be large, but the land is huge. It is a farm and orchard. Mango trees filling four hectares, then there are corn fields for another eight hectares. There is fallow ground and there is the ground on which the house and three outbuildings sit.

The house is a bungalow, but not a small, cramped one. It is airy, with high ceilings, large rooms and a very large kitchen. The home itself is surrounded by shade trees on all sides. A roofed-over terrace off the front door must be a good twenty feet by twenty feet. I comment that to a fella who ‘corrects’ me. It is six meters by six meters exactly. Either way, it is large and a number of us congregate there in the shade and gentle breeze to shoot the breeze ourselves.

We are far from the city. I cannot see another landowner’s building in any direction. This place is as private as you might ever wish. It is far more private than is the land we purchased.

I am beginning to regret my impulsive purchase when I hear the guy who lives here complaining that he can’t get reliable electrical service. His house current, which should be 220V is only 180V most of the time and he is constantly burning out motors. He has no cell service worth a damn. Bottom line is, it’s beautiful here but there are real drawbacks when living too far out of town.

He doesn’t have a concrete fence around the property. There is one along the two-track path that leads up to the place, but in a way that is just cosmetic, as the rest of the place is just fenced with barbed wire.

I get a chance to query the guy about security. He has some fairly vicious dogs he lets out at night and he’s got a shotgun he’s not supposed to have. But as he is pretty isolated, there rarely is a problem.

I do get a heads up on a couple of other guys with larger properties, though not as large as this one. And then I find out that one of these guys is here.

I am in the process of seeking this guy out when Stefan’s gal, Mona, comes up to me and announces that I have been fooling them.

How?

The girls.

Excuse me? I don’t understand.

Mel and Lexi! They are your step-daughters! Bel and we talk about how Bel is yours and you are taking care of her girls!

I am afraid you have been misinformed, Mona. Lexi is very much my girl and the baby she is carrying is mine. If you will excuse me, I think I need to have a conversation with Bel.

Mona is beside herself, almost crying, knowing that some bad shit is about to hit the fan and, though she did nothing wrong, she was the proximate cause of it.

I find Bel with a few gals I don’t know. I can see these gals are getting ready to congratulate me on finding Bel or something like that, and she is just beaming with pride; she is, that is, until she gets a good look at my face.

Mel sees me walking toward her mother, but she’s too far away to get to us before I start in on Bel.

Bel, I don’t know all the lies you have just told since you got here today, but I assure you that you are about to regret saying a damned thing. You are not my girl. You are not in my bed. I am not taking care of our daughters because you are mine. … Mel and Lexi are mine, not you; Lexi carries my child. Mel will too, soon enough. You do not live with me and, based on your actions today, you never will. Now, as I am not giving you a ride home, I suggest you get walking.

Mel arrived in time to hear most if not all of what I said. Have I lost her? Mel is crying. ’Nay, what you say? Why you say you are Craig’s? Why you lie? You ruin everything! Why?

Lexi has reached us and is trying to figure out what has happened. Mona is here now and it is Mona who is explaining to Lexi. I guess she gets the story because she is truly pissed off and not with Bel. She’s pissed with Mel.

You are so stupid! I told you she was lying to you! I told you she wouldn’t do what she promised! You never listen! You never learn! She did exactly what I told you she was going to do! … Craig, don’t make her walk back. There things we have to do tonight to make sure this never happen again. We must leave now. There no way to leave her here and we can’t tie her up in the van, but important she not leave without us. You angry with me?

Of all the people I might be angry with, Lexi is clearly not one of them, other than I wish she had just told me what was going on, which she didn’t.

Lexi, you, Mel, and Bel get into the van. I will collect the others and make some apologies before we leave.

Lucky for me, Bel does not fight that instruction. If she had, it would have been very ugly. As it is, all of this is more than a little embarrassing.

I see Lyn getting the rest of our crew back into the van. I find our host but, before I can make an apology, he and three other guys pat me on the back and tell me not to worry. Shit happens, and they will look forward to getting together with me next time.

In the process, I get the name and cell number of the other guy here with some property, before climbing into the van and driving slowly, around carabao carts, back to town.

I like quiet drives, especially when it is very slow going. Tonight it is anything but quiet. Lyn is engaged in a screamer with Bel. The screamer is not in English and so I can’t tell you exactly what is being said, but I am getting little bits of it because Li2x is sharing some of the evidently juicier bits.

So I can’t vouch for the veracity of any of this.

Craig, Ate Bel say, she not had the comfort of a man for five years because the diabetes and then he die. It not fair they have you. They should wait now. She know they already do it, but it should stop with them. They telling Ate² that she is foolish. Ate not make the rules here. Lexi and Mel not make the rules. You make the rules. All Ate do is make you angry. Ate say it not fair! Lyn say, it not matter. It the way it is. Lyn say, you not want to fuck mother and daughters, that why he not want you here. But now maybe that what need to happen. She say you need to bed Ate and daughters to teach Ate to behave. That why Ate cries.

Bel is crying. So I guess Li2x has me reasonably up to speed.

What do you think, Li2x?

I not know. Maybe ask Lexi?

Lexi? You listening?

Yes, Craig. I hear all.

What do you think I should do?

I agree with Lyn. It why I say we need to go back together.

So, you want me to fuck her and throw her out?

No, add her, but your way, not her way. Get Mel pregnant, get Nanay pregnant. She need to learn you make the rules. If you throw her out she will be a problem later.

Mel, what do you think?

You decide, I accept.

Jana?

Lyn and Lexi are right.

Well, girls, I don’t rape women. If Bel doesn’t voluntarily crawl into my bed after I bed her daughters, I will not force her. … But, Bel, if you do agree to what Lyn and Lexi say should happen, I will accept you with some additional rules. No more lying. Period. None. No arguing. No scheming to find a way around my rules. If any of these things happen, you will not need to pack your stuff because it will already be out on the street and so will you be. … Now, for the rest of the ride home, I want silence.

There is quiet the rest of the way. I have no idea what Bel will do. We are pretty much back to where we were early this afternoon.

We haven’t eaten yet, but we did bring back the food we had brought to the party, so preparations for supper are trivial. We just put the serving dishes on a counter, and we fill our plates as we would have it. Once again, I want no talking. It’s just better that way right now.

I am still pretty well ticked off about what happened. Lexi’s sense that Bel can easily manipulate Mel seems to be pretty well proven. If during the day it will only be Bel and Mel, I am seeing the likelihood of major problems.

I really don’t like the resolution that Lyn and Lexi have promoted. The problem is, I don’t have a better option and the only other option I can think of, and I don’t like it, is to jettison Mel and Lexi.

After supper there is only one thing to do.

Lexi, Mel, and Bel, up to my bedroom, now.

I know two of them will go. Will the third one? I am not looking at them. I am looking at Lyn. The girl comes over to me, sits on my lap and whispers, Fuck Mel and Lexi so Bel see it. Take Bel over your legs and spank her very hard. Then fuck her in front of her girls. Then say, ‘The next time I will not spank. I will throw you out without asking you anything. Do anything wrong and you are gone.’ Then turn to Mel and ask, ‘Do you understand? Mel, I will not throw you out with your mother. That is what she wants. No, you stay, but you will not visit your mother any more if I throw her out. Do you understand?’

That’s pretty intense, Lyn.

It need to happen. Bel is bad and dangerous for us. She will try to trick Mel again when Lexi is in school. If Bel can’t have you, she not want Mel to have you. See?

Yes, I see.

By the time I get to my bedroom, Mel and Lexi are down to bra and panties. Bel has not shed a damned thing.

Bel, are you having sex with me tonight?

She is looking right at me and there is anger there.

Yes, I am.

Then you had better get undressed, at least as much as your girls have done so far.

She isn’t happy, but she does get up and the clothing starts to come off. When she is in her panties and bra only, I have a chance to see her for the first time. Physically, there is nothing wrong with her. It is her mind, her attitude that is the problem.

I strip down and lay down. Asking Lexi to mount me from above, I am on my back watching Bel. Lexi is bouncing up and down. She is hot and wet, but she also is pregnant. There is no reason in the world to cum in her tonight.

Bel is looking away.

Bel, look at me. Look at your daughter. Do not move your eyes away as I fuck her hot cunt. Your daughter is my girl. This will never change.

Is this really necessary? Hell, I don’t know, but the way she keeps on trying to peel the girls away from me, even after one of them is carrying my kid, has me pretty well ticked off.

OK, so she is watching now.

Lexi has been riding for a while. It’s time for Mel. We switch partners. Once again, Bel is looking away. And now I am really getting pissed.

Bel, you will watch and not stop watching or I will have you suck your daughter’s tits while I fuck her.

You wouldn’t! Still not watching.

Lexi, bring your mother here. It’s time she learns who makes the rules in this house!

Lexi moves toward Bel. Bel starts to scream at Lexi. Don’t you dare! I’m ordering you! Leave me alone!

Lexi, slap her hard and bring her here.

Lexi isn’t kind and she doesn’t slap her mother. She belts her, knocking the woman over. Lexi may have a pretty well bruised hand, but Bel is going to have a damned fine black eye by tomorrow.

Mel has not disengaged and is still working my pole from above, as Lexi drags her mother, now pretty shaken up, over to Mel and me. Lexi shoves her mother’s face against Mel’s right tit. There’s not much finesse about it. Just a face mashed against a tit, with a girl screaming at her mother to Suck! … When Craig tells you to do something, you do it or we will beat you until you do it! You hear me, Nanay! You hear me. Now suck that tit.

And, I’ll be damned, Bel does. She is crying, but she does. And she continues to as Mel cums hard.

I still have yet to cum as I have Mel dismount.

Putting Bel on her back is a non-event. At this point, if I wanted to tie her up like a pretzel, she would not complain.

I mount the woman missionary style, but ask the girls to suck on Bel’s tits as I ream their mother. Bel tries to push them away, causing Lexi to rear back and punch her mother hard on the jaw, before returning to the task at hand.

I haven’t spanked Bel, but Lexi’s punch did it for me.

As I fuck Bel I give her a slightly reworked statement as Lyn suggested before.

The next time we will not hit. I will simply throw you out of this house without asking you anything. Do anything wrong and you are gone.

Then, Mel, do you understand? I will not throw you out with your mother. That is what she wants. No, you stay, but you will not visit your mother any more if I throw her out. Do you understand?’

All she does is lift her head off a tit and say, Yes, before returning to that tit.

I noted before that there is not a damned thing wrong with Bel on the physical side of the ledger. For having two kids, you wouldn’t know it by fucking her. Her cunt is hot, juicy and tight as all get-out. Her breasts are possibly B cup size and firm. There is nothing sagging or sorry with Bel. She may be on the long side as they see themselves, but in the States, she would hardly be seen as old… at least not by her looks.

Fucking her is no punishment for me.

And Bel is not acting as if this is rape. She is trying to get the most out of this. At least on the physical level, as my cum enters her, I seen to have a partner below me.

I don’t know if Bel has ever been fucked better or harder. She might well have been in the past. I don’t care. All I know is that from now on, unless I throw her out on the street, it seems like, she is mine.

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1 - Farm
2 - Here, Ate [ah-TAY] refers to an older female. As Li2x is not a daughter to Bel, she is Ate.

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