Fifteen

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Shara, you have a choice. You can either, accept my rules, and be one of my girls, or you can move out of here and take Mica and Dina with you. If you stay, you can’t pull the crap you pulled the other day. … And the same goes for you, Gladies. If you can’t live under my rules, you can take Lanie and leave. If either one of you two stay, and you again interfere like you did this time, I will kick Dido or May out too. I’ll give you until tomorrow morning to make your choices. After that, if you haven’t told me that you will accept the rules, I will expect you to leave.

It’s real simple, I just can’t have it. If it requires drastic action, I will take it. I don’t think I will have to go so far as to send Dido or May packing, but some of the younger three and a mom may well have to vacate. I don’t expect both of them to screw up, but then again, I can’t be sure.

It’s a little after seven this morning. They have the rest of today to think about it and they can sleep on it. But I need an answer. I need this fixed.

I turn to walk away from their huts but, before I can take five steps they are calling me back.

Both want to talk, but they are talking at the same time. That isn’t going to work.

Stop! You first, Shara.

I accept your rules. I not push you to take the girls. It up to you. I not tell them what to do. They yours.

Well, that makes an eleven- and a nine-year-old mine. I am not crazy about that, but she is right. If she tries to exercise authority over them, we might come into conflict, if only unintentionally.

OK. Gladies?

Same, Craig. Same as Shara.

OK … I really hope the two of you mean it.

Craig, it OK if you come in the bahay kubo. Shara and I maybe do something special for you?

Not now. I appreciate the offer, but no. Not now.  Neither of you are in your safe days. I want no mistakes.

They do seem to get that. I don’t think either of them want more children. I know we could have done ‘safe’ things, but it is better to be doubly sure.

There will be other days, and years, of opportunities to find times for lovemaking.

Well, I thought they got it, until Gladies pleads for just a little time together behind the walls of the hut.

Gladies, are you that damned desperate to get something inside your cunt?

Yes!  She says and sticks out her tongue at me.

Shara, take Gladies into your hut and eat her cunt. If she’s that in need, I am sure your tongue will do just fine.

Shara is laughing, as Gladies yells out, Bastos ka¹!

I have learned enough Tagalog to know what she has said. I just smile, before asking, Do you need something longer and harder? Maybe the wooden handle on that ladle might do the trick.

Why you so mean? She’s asking, but laughing at the same time. Come in na. Come na. We be gud. Come na. No problem. Be gud to us. Come.

They are reaching out, grabbing my arms and pulling towards one of the huts. I give up fighting and allow myself to be pulled along and into Gladies’ hut.

They get right down to business, removing my clothing before Gladies squats down to give me head and Shara starts shedding her clothing.

That done, she spells Gladies on my organ and in short order all of us are naked. Gladies lips attach to one of my nipples and she starts sucking.

My hands are free but there is nothing I can touch other than their heads. There are times you just have to let go and just float. I choose to do just that for a while. Eventually I pull Gladies’ head up and bring her lips to mine.

Shara has not stopped and I am not going to last much longer unless she does. Gladies slides off my lips and whispers in my ear, In thirteen years I want you to take my granddaughter and give me my great granddaughter. OK Craig? You will see.

And I realize that, though I have no intentions to do that now, I have no idea what I will become by then. Will it even seem wrong, then? I whisper back, If I give you another daughter, she might give you a granddaughter. Which is better Gladies? Which do you want more?

I am getting harder. The need is more urgent, now.

Gladies answers in a raw voice, Both! She pulls Shara off my cock, and quite intentionally mounts me, Both Craig! Give me both!

And like a damned fool, a few strokes later, I cum inside her.

Shara is screaming, Why?

I am still in Gladies. Tell her.

And as I withdraw and dress there is a discussion in their tongue. It is still going on as I leave the hut. A good twenty meters later I hear Shara shouting at me, Me too! Next time, Craig, me too!

Next time… I think that had better be tomorrow, or even later today. Otherwise, all that will happen is that I will be pestered, day after day. And didn’t both mother and daughter claim that they wanted to be together? It seems beyond weird to me, but this damned tradition they seem to have cemented in their heads is best to just be experienced. Maybe we will all accept it was more of an imaginary good than a real-life good.

I hope that is the result. If not, I have no idea where it will take us. But in any case, it will require Dido.

Sweetheart, do you really want to be with your mother and me?

For sex?

Yes, Dido, for sex.

Hihi! Yes! When?

Is either this afternoon or tomorrow morning good for you?

Yes! Hapon²!

OK, take a tricycle here.

Hindi. One of the bikes!

You are too young and you don’t have a license.

I know how. No enforcers³ to the lot.

She is right. The enforcers set up camp on main roads and the way between the properties doesn’t cross anything like that. She shouldn’t be out riding a bike, but I really can’t stop her.

OK, come at 4:30. The workmen leave then. We will surprise your mother.

Gud⁴. OK, sige.

I put the coming activities out of my mind for the rest of the work day. The activity on the lot is intense, though not frantic. We need all these men now, as we get the basic structure up, but I can see that, as we get past that point, I will need to scale back the number of workers.

Close to the end of the day, the workmen start picking their tools up and putting things away. It’s shortly after four. They want everything tidy when they leave at four-thirty because, at four-thirty, they are most certainly headed for the gate and off the lot.

At four-forty, Dido rides up slowly and puts the bike where it is not in the sight range of her mother’s hut. With any luck, Shara will not know her daughter is here.

Both Dido and I approach Shara’s hut. Does she see us? I suspect not. Shara has her TV turned on and the sound is pretty loud.

There is no question that she sees us as we step up and into the hut.

Dido, help your mother undress. I can’t fuck her with her clothing on.

And that certainly gets the gal’s attention. She said she wanted this. Let’s see if it was just talk. I am sure it wasn’t just talk on Dido’s side.

Shara isn’t assisting enough for Dido’s liking and the kid snaps at her mother, Mabilis na 'Nay⁵.

There is no question that we have taken Shara by surprise. And as I am also disrobing, she is getting the idea that this is really going to happen.

Shara is now completely naked as am I. I move her to her bed and lie down with her. I have every intention of taking the woman in my arms and doing nothing but kissing for a bit, but before I do, I tell Dido to, Strip and then eat your mother out while she and I kiss.

Then, not giving Shara a chance to even say a damned word, we are lips to lips, our tongues dueling. It is not clear to me if Shara is clinging on to me due to sheer fright or extreme passion, but there is no question that she is plastered to my body and my lips. The kissing is close to frantic on her part.

And then, Dido must have engaged because Shara howls, humps, goes stiff and then just about claws my arms pulling me tighter, all in the space of maybe five seconds.

One moment we are kissing and the next, she is gulping air, and pushing her cunt up to the sky, with Dido’s head firmly attached to it.

Dido and I keep this up for maybe five minutes before I move her off her mother and make my insertion. As I do, I pull Dido’s head close to mine, and instruct my girl to finger her mother’s ass and suck a tit.

Shara is watering the ground beneath the hut, so much is leaking out of her. Orgasms wash over her and my cock is being treated very well in her hot, tight cunt. I know she is in her fertile days. She knows it. We both know I will cum inside her.

Up to now Dido has been giving action to Shara. But now, with a free hand I stick two fingers into Dido as I fuck her mother.

Why is this such a turn-on for me? I seem to be getting harder. My nuts are more painful now, seeking release. Something in me snaps.

I withdraw from Shara and she cries out, telling me to get back in there! But, I put the girl on her knees. Telling Dido to get under her mother and lick her clit, I tell the mother to lick Dido’s cunt.

Why in the fucking world would they ever do as I have just told them to do, and yet… they do as I have directed. I am back in Shara’s cunt from behind. My balls slapping Dido’s face. Dido reaches around and sticks a finger up my ass.

Very soon after that, Shara gets her reward. I pull out, telling Dido to suck her mother clean.

As I get up, I notice we have a voyeur. Gladies is standing in the doorway and frigging herself.

Seeing that Dido has her mother pretty well sucked clean, I reach out, grab Gladies, pulling her into the room, while telling Dido to eat Gladies until she cums good and hard.

That doesn’t take long at all.

Dido and I return to the house at five-forty. No one at home is any the wiser and we don’t say a word.

It takes only another month to get the basic fence up. We still need the grillwork and there is only a temporary gate, but the lot is enclosed.

We still do not have an approved set of plans for the house.

Currently, I have the workmen doing finishing work on three sides of the fence. It is called wrapping, and amounts to applying a smooth concrete plaster over the block work. We can’t do it in the front until the grillwork is ready. I have two welders working on that now. But wrapping produces a wall that looks like it was poured concrete, and not hollow block. All the gaps are gone, hidden under the smooth coat of concrete.

I am getting antsy. I need to start the excavation and the laying of the conduit. We don’t need city approved plans for the laying of the conduit to the main house and from there out to the areas where the outbuildings will be.

I have that plan, and pull some of the unskilled workmen plus one foreman off the work on the wall. It is time to get this going.

Two weeks later the city plan is approved, so the jump start we did will go unnoticed.

It’s July. I celebrate the fourth with George, at his place. We set off some fireworks, and eat burgers and potato salad. It is a first for my girls. George does this every year, I guess. There aren’t many of us guys here. But that is just fine with me.

I have the three youngest with me. George doesn’t say a word, but Ara asks Lyn what’s up with that. I guess Lyn says that these are the girls of my on-site watchers. We are taking care of their girls until the outbuildings are built. They are not ‘my girls.’ I guess Ara is happy to hear that.

The party is nice and a break from the lot. Thankfully, the fourth this year falls on a Sunday. Being gone even one workday right now, as we are building the house, is unacceptable to me.

Even with the approved plans posted on a wall by a temporary tool shed, things frequently go askew. It’s not all the time, but often enough that I really need to be on site.

Once a week Gilbert shows up and looks at the progress. He rarely even makes a comment.

I have four foremen now and forty-two workmen. Some men only form rebar for floor grids and posts. Others are building forms. Some are making the actual hollow block we are using. Some are screening the sand we will use for the concrete. The site is alive with activity. Every day a few of the girls come out for a while. Sometimes they bring out a lunch for me.

Life has a rhythm these days. Days slide into weeks, weeks into months, and the months slide away as well. My evenings are sweet and stable. We have had no more problems at home.

I am a father nine times over. Both Gladies and Shara are carrying now. I have hopes that this is all of it. Eleven kids is plenty. And as we see year 2004 come to an end and 2005 right in front of us, there are no issues.

The ‘ber’ months start in September and end in December. The Christmas season is the ‘ber’ months. A full one third of the calendar is Christmastime. January comes along and all of a sudden it is like… something’s missing! Ah, yes, Christmas is over.

There is another annual thing that happens at Christmastime; your employees get an extra month of pay. Literally, one whole extra month of pay. Not paying can have repercussions. So, you pay it and everyone ‘loves you.’ You hear an unending litany of ‘God bless you, Sir.’ Fail to pay and you are an evil person who ought not be allowed to live here.

I was given a heads-up on this and so all received the extra pay. So, what happens when it is time to return to work on Monday, January 2^nd? No one shows up for work. Not a soul. I am told, most are drunk, and those who aren’t are hung over. Only half show up on Tuesday. A few more straggle in on Wednesday.

I ask my foremen to contact the other men and find out where they are. The answers are varied. Two have quit. Five think that, as they didn’t show up, they are fired. Eight say they will return tomorrow. Seven just don’t answer.

We have to hire new men. I am cussing, having double-paid the men, but am told it would have been far worse if I had failed to make the payments.

I know when Brian hears about this, he will go on an ‘I told you so!’’ rant.

The months continue to slide, one into another. June has come and gone. July 4^th is a Monday this year and I told George that I will not be able to attend. One day away from the lot is one day I will regret later. He only smiled and said he understood.

My hope that we would be in the house by sometime in 2005 isn’t realistic. It just isn’t going to happen. However, I have more than started on two of the outbuildings, the ones for Gladies and Shara. There is every reason to believe that, though the plumbing in those homes will not be connected and working until the main house is complete, the buildings will be habitable by next month.

August arrives. Dina has turned thirteen this week. She tells me she is ready now, if I will only allow it. I am not going to. But we are only twelve months away.

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