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

Some things should not be diagrammed...2

Mel still needs cum from me, but then so do Li2x, May and Dido. It’s still early in the evening, so maybe there will be time for Mel later tonight. I need to pay more attention to the younger ones.

But, what the fuck am I going to do with Bel? It’s not that she is too old. She isn’t. She is attractive as well. It isn’t the package, it is what is inside the package.

I reach out and bring the daughter she manipulated close to me. Holding Mel tight I address Bel.

Lexi wants me to keep you here for only one reason, to control you. I am not going to force you to stay, but if you do stay, and if you do act like you did tonight, you can expect Lexi or another of the girls here to hit you as hard as you were hit tonight. I won’t hit you, but I will not stop them. I think you should go and not come back. You don’t want to live here by my rules. To live here, it must be by those rules.

Mel is resting her head on my shoulder. Maybe I am imagining it, but something has changed in the relationship between mother and daughter. Mel has not stiffened or pulled away as I spoke in strong terms to her mother. In the past, she would have. Instead, Mel snuggles in softly and tightly against me.

Lexi is on the bed but a little apart from us, propped up on a pillow, not saying a word, just waiting.

Bel is looking at Lexi as she says, It is wrong for a mother to take orders from her daughter. Why you make me do this?

But I am the one who answers.

They don’t. These are not your daughters’ orders. These are my orders. They are enforcing my rules, my orders. If you hear an order from them it is because the order came from me. Like I just told you, this house runs on my rules.

But you allow them to hit me!

Yes, yes I do. Because it seems like it is needed to get your attention. Bel, I do need maids. The girls all know this. What I do not need is you and your attitude, your interference.

I must think!

No!, comes from Lexi.

Why? All she asks for is time.

She do that when she trying to figure out a plan to get around something. What you think I do all the time to protect Mel. My mother do this always and always Mel is hurt. My mother always like this, sneaky. It why things better for Mel and me when we move away. Mel able to get a job and keep the money better.

Lexi, if she does just one sneaky thing I will throw her out. I won’t ask why she did it. It will just happen. So, if you are right, then OK. She will be gone soon enough.

Lexi chuckles. Craig, my mother never meet someone like you. You confuse her. Me, I understand her but no power. Mel and my father they not understand and she hurts them. But you have power and she not able to do what she do. She think she will trick you into what she wants at the party. Ha! That very much not work. Now, she not know what to do; do you ’Nay?

I am getting hard again. There are moments when the stiffness comes not from love, or lust, but rather an anger, a need to show dominance. Mel needs my cum, but this hard-on is not for her.

I pull Bel up on her knees, spear her cunt twice with my rod before repositioning and spearing Bel’s asshole. Bel bellows and I don’t care. I am ramming into her as hard as I can.

Lexi, pinch her nipples hard. Mel, shove your fingers as far as you can, up her cunt.

This is, in a way, a test of Mel. Is she really attaching to me and away from her mother as she indicated before? Lexi’s connection to me is not a concern, but Mel’s is. Will she do as I have directed?

I’ll be damned. Mel has shoved her entire hand into Bel’s cunt. Bel is sobbing, moaning, leaking, and quivering. And, eventually I do cum again.

Both Mel and I pull out. Lexi has ended the torture of Bel’s tits.

OK, Bel, you want to think? Fine. Lexi, set your mother up in one of the other bedrooms for tonight. Mel, please stay with me.

Both Mel and I need showers before anything else might occur.

I really want Bel to disappear from here. How will Mel handle it if she does? Asking the girl won’t tell me a damned thing.

There is no sense fretting about it tonight. I can’t do anything more now.

Following the much needed shower, I spend an hour trying to learn what I can about Bel’s ‘management style’ which turns out to be somewhat ruthless. Mel thinks her mother learned it during the woman’s early, difficult life. It could well be, but that doesn’t help me.

I also learn one other thing. Bel rejected Mel’s dad, not because she had a moral objection to polygamy, but because Bel was unable to gain control in that household. Power was the issue, not morality.

Bel faces that same dynamic here, only greater.

Having cum twice already, my body just doesn’t want a third act. And, so, Mel and I settle in for a cozy night, gently holding each other until the sweaty heat of flesh on flesh ends it and we simply sleep, separate but close, for a few hours.

I am awake. It’s only four in the morning, and dark outside, but I am hard, needing to fuck. Mel is sleeping soundly.

I pull back the sheet covering her; no movement.

I lift up the slip covering her cunt; no movement.

I gently spread her legs and I am having a hard time believing it but; no movement.

I get between her legs and, using my hand, move my member up and down over and then between her labia; subtle movement as her hips push up a little to meet me.

I push in hard; a gasp, a cry Wha?, a groan, and then an Oh, yes!

Mel is awake now, and right there with me as we make the bed creak in strain. I have Mel’s feet in the air as I pound her cunt hard. I feel all of Mel’s cunt as I move in and out. She is like a glove I am wearing. God only knows how she would describe it, but she clearly is enjoying it.

I cannot tell you why I woke with such a need, but I did, and it is not abating as Mel and I fuck our way into the early morning. We try this position and that one, I hold her gently and we kiss one moment, only to return to hard fucking a few minutes later.

Sweat and sweaty bodies pulling the bed sheets up, we continue the mating dance. Mel is giggling, I think you can’t!

Oh, yes, I can.

Then why you not?

All as we fuck on and on.

I feel something building but I say nothing.

Mel must sense something because I hear, Oh! Oh yes!

A few seconds later I do finally cum. Hot, sweaty, exhausted and blissfully happy, I have cum. It is done and the need is no more.

While there is the need for a shower, we ignore it and go back to sleep for another hour or so.

Morning brings with it the news that Bel has decamped.

Lexi says, Bel asks all who were around her, as she was in the process of leaving, how it is that they let me fuck them in the ass. According to Lexi, as news that I have taken Bel’s ass is news to them, and as I clearly have never fucked them in the ass, and as that realization came through to Bel, well, Bel just lost it and ran out the door as fast as her sore bottom would allow.

Lexi is hanging pretty close to me today. At lunch she sits by me and says, as if talking to her fish and rice, I never had enough power. You do something, in one night, I never able to do.

Lexi?

Yes?

Mel’s father. He had that power too. That’s probably why she didn’t stay with him. She couldn’t control him. She could control your father, correct?

That it? Not the church? You think it that?

Yes.

OK, I not see that. But maybe you correct. She not come back now.

I hope she doesn’t. But I am not sure.

Craig, we need maids. So, what we do? You want to meet my friends?

I just don’t see how that works.

Please?

How many?

I will invite three friends.

They’re not going to college?

No, all three looking for work as maids, now.

Really?

Yes! This is true!

Lexi, we don’t need three maids.

So don’t hire all three.

OK, OK.

I don’t want to do things in a hurry, but I am jammed up simply because I returned so close to the beginning of the school year, and last year my three oldest ones were not in school. With all that has been happening, the fact that we needed more help simply failed to come into view soon enough and, even if it had come in sooner, it would still be a rush.

This is Sunday. In forty-eight hours the girls are in school.¹ So, yes, I need to hire maids today or tomorrow.

Lexi is texting the three girls. I don’t think that this will be the first these three will have heard of a potential opening. It is only the first time they are being told to come.

Lyn and Jana are aware of what is going on and they are informing the youngest three. It is best we have no surprises.

I get a text from Stefan wanting to know if everything is OK. I text back that all is fine. I think we are done, but…

A few of the guys want to know if you want to join us tonight. We get together at a resto-bar here every few days.

Thanks. I would be happy to do so another night, but things are busy here for a few days.

You sure all is OK?

Yes. It’s just that we are hiring maybe two more maids today and I don’t want to be gone until I know they are working out.

Thought you have three maids.

They will be attending college in two days. They are students.

Oh, wow, sorry. Didn’t know. Well, maybe next week?

Next week sounds fine. Thanks.

Who you chatting?

Why do you ask, Lyn?

It another girl?

Really? You are worried I have a new girl?

I worry if we not know her. Best we make sure she OK.

It wasn’t a she. It was Stefan. He invited me to meet him and some others at a bar tonight.

You going?

No.

Why?

Because we are looking to hire maids. This is not a good time to be gone.

It OK if you go. Jana can go with you.

Lyn, I don’t need your permission to go and why would Jana come with me.

It better if we are there. Not safe for you alone.

I am chewing on that.

Why isn’t it safe for me alone? Do the other guys bring their girls?

It isn’t! Why you being difficult?

Lyn, I am not being difficult. I am only trying to understand.

Remember the German you meet. The one who had a fight at a resto-bar?

I wouldn’t call it a fight, but, yes, I remember.

Maybe he be dead. He lucky he not. Best if we are with you!

OK, I see your point. But as it is, I am not going out tonight. Maybe next week.

I gather Lyn is satisfied with the outcome of the conversation as she moves off. I pick up the cell phone and tap out…

Lyn thinks it is best if one of my girls is with me whenever I go to a bar. Is she being over-protective?

Maybe, but Mona always comes with me. Not all the guys have their girls with them. It’s a mix, but it is pretty common and nothing to worry about.

OK, thanks.

When, the first time I was here, Lyn said she needed to vet the girls I met, I didn’t see anything hidden in that, and I didn’t have a problem with it. But this time it felt constraining. Is it that she hasn’t changed, but I have?

Huh?

Craig! You weren’t listening!

What is it, Jana?

I am taking your high school girls to the mall, we need things for school. They need new shoes, and supplies.

You need some cash?

Yes, please.

How much?

Up to you.

No, Jana, how much do you need to purchase everything.

Depends.

Depends on what!

How good the shoes we buy.

OK, assume they get good shoes.

Maybe six thousand pesos? I sorry… it is too much.

No, that’s fine. Here’s eight, just in case you guessed low. Do the rest of you need anything?

No, we have no uniform at MSU, and we have the supplies we need.

OK, well, if you want and there is enough money left over, have lunch at Jollibee.

That gets me a pretty nice kiss, a grope of my member, and a swish of her ass as she walks off.

I’m about to go looking for the book I am reading when Lexi reappears.

They are coming.

All three of them?

Yes.

OK. When will they be here?

Soon, I think. They not far from here.

Lexi, how is your hand? You hit your mother pretty hard last night.

Lexi giggles. Hurts a little, but glad I do it.

You have wanted to do it for a long time?

Yes. This is true. The way she treat my father make me very angry, but nothing I can do. Better to be gone and just not see it, I think.

Each of these kids, young though they may be, has seen a lot in their time. They are not living in a world that essentially has padded walls, well designed guard rails, understanding teachers, advanced medicine, corrective lenses for all who need it, free or reduced lunches five days a week, stop signs and oh, so many things to keep their young, precious bodies from knowing of harm, seeing harm, or experiencing harm. Oh, sure, sometimes it happens anyway, but those poor souls are the outliers and we pity them for the trauma they have to endure.

Each one of these kids has seen more, experienced more and just had to suck it up. No one is crying for them. It’s just life. Get over it and move on.

And that’s where I come in. If there is, for any soul, a port in the storm, that’s what I am to these girls. Lexi may be more vocal about it, more consciously cognizant of it, but all of them feel it inside.

I suspect Lyn’s story, if I were ever to learn it, would tear my heart out. But she keeps it under wraps. There is no profit in sharing her hurt. It’s best to bury it, and find the good where you can.

I have found the book I was looking for and, if I can settle my mind enough, maybe I can get a few pages read before three girls appear.

And that is about all I get before Lexi, with exquisite care, quietly appears to inform me her friends have arrived and are on the terrace outside.

Come, Sir, come meet them.

Bring them in, Lexi.

No, Sir, you meet them first and you invite them in. This your house. You must do this.

I am getting Lexi’s point and it makes sense. This is a case of first impressions. She wants no misunderstandings based on casualness.

If you were to ask if I remembered or recognized these three based on my one trip months ago to Lexi’s high school, the answer is a firm no. Maybe they were there, but I don’t have a clue.

Each of them is cute. None are taller than five feet. Not a one of them has an extra ounce of fat on her beyond the bare minimum. None are scary skinny, but it wouldn’t take many days without food to make each of them that way.

Craig, these are my friends, Reina, Chrislyn, and Jing2x. Girls, this is Sir Craig.

Each, in her own way, greets me; each is a bit shy. While they are not triplets, even now I can’t remember who went to which name. I am sure that will come in time. I only need two, and there are three here. How do I sort out who stays?

Lexi, please bring them in, show them the house and what will be expected.

Yes, Sir!

It’s cute. Lexi is being formal. But it makes no sense and I think we need a reality check.

Lexi, whose baby are you carrying?

Lexi almost blushes. Can Filipinos blush? I hadn’t given it any thought until now.

It’s your baby, … Sir.

Lexi, you know damned well that you call me Craig. As the father of your child and your bed partner, I want you to call me Craig. You are right to introduce me as Sir to your friends, but my love, let’s not hide what is clear to all. Your friends know you are pregnant. OK, sweetheart?

She gives me her eyebrows. Her friends giggle, and all enter the house.

From behind me I hear, You do right, Craig. Thank you for standing up and saying this is my child and Lexi is my love. You do right now. You do right with my mother. Sorry for the trouble I bring you.

Come let me hold you.

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