Fifteen
Copyright © 2019-2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
The final count...5
As 2006 comes to a close, we are all OK.
There are still details. There always will be needs to be taken care of.
The carport needs to be extended a bit and we really need to get started on the additional bedrooms to the bungalows. Following that, we will build the guards a new, nicer place to replace the huts.
After that, I need to work on a nicer driveway and the landscaping.
For the very first time, I watch the New Year’s fireworks from the open, but roofed-over, fourth floor of the house. It is really just a tiled floor with guardrails at the edges and no real walls. The view of the in-the-round fireworks is spectacular. I am a damned lucky guy.
This vantage point allows me to look out and see the various things under construction as we push forward with the next set of projects. I can look out and see the work on the bungalows, the guards’ building, and the driveway construction from up here.
It is June 29th. News has just come today that has Apple has announced this new thing called the iPhone.
I have hopes that the iPhone will lift the stock price a bit. Yesterday it closed at 18.17, which puts my investment in Apple a bit over a million dollars. It is still not anywhere near close to my Cisco investment, which closed at 28.10 for a total value of over thirteen million and seven hundred thousand.
I am fucking wealthy… at least I am on paper! But it is also worth noting that, by Filipino standards, with just what I already have in the bank here, I am a very wealthy man.
The months move along and, in July, I run into a date that cannot be ignored. Gladies is making sure I don’t ignore it. Lanie is turning fourteen.
Lanie was only ten when I first started this house in 2004. Dido was fourteen then. In June, this year, Dido turned eighteen, as are Li2x and May. Lexi is twenty, as are her three friends who started their time with me as maids. Lyn, who was nineteen when I met her, is now twenty-three and Jana is now twenty-two.
It’s two days before Lanie’s birthday. The girl has been giving me furtive glances all week. She knows I took Dina a few days before her friend’s birthday and she must be figuring I will do the same thing again.
I have every intention of doing so but, as I know and Lanie has been afraid to tell me, she has had her period and while she has expected to get the call, as it were, she also knows that these past few days have not been the most propitious days to consummate the deal. What she doesn’t know is that Gladies and May have been my spies. Her period ended yesterday.
These days, Lanie is home all day under the home schooling regimen. So I don’t need to be concerned about ‘school nights.’ It also doesn’t need to be a surprise. Considering Gladies is sitting with me, asking for updates, there is no way that Lanie will not be fully prepped.
Why are you so worried about this? You weren’t involved when May came to my bed. Shara had no involvement with Dido or Dina. It’s going to be just fine. Just relax.
You not know Lanie enough. She worry she not good enough. She worry you not think she pretty enough. She worry she not know what to do, Craig. I worry, too!
Gladies, nothing is going to go wrong.
How you know?
For the love of Pete! How many of you have I fucked? Don’t you think I know how to do this?
Ha! You, yes, you know. She not!
You think May knew? She was scared too. It will be fine.
When you do this?
Tonight.
When?
Hell, Gladies, I don’t know. Sometime after dinner. Really? Does this matter?
I need to tell her!
Why? That will only make her more nervous.
Please? When?
And now I decide to lie. It’s better if I do.
At ten tonight.
That late!
Yes, well, it will be at ten.
OK. I tell her not to worry all night long. It will happen late, that all.
Gladies gives me a really nice kiss and moves off to do who knows what.
In truth, I will try to be with Lanie by eight. Lanie will know we will be together but hopefully won’t be a nervous wreck.
Fifteen minutes later, May is by my side. Keys to the bike please, my love?
Where are you going?
Lanie needs something nice to wear tonight!
Why? Once she gets to the bedroom, she won’t be wearing a damned thing.
Craig!
May! Stop this. If Lanie wants pretty things in the future, sure, why not. But, not tonight. You and your mother are just being silly.
OK, but ’Nay say you should walk over to our house.
Why?
She will be with you.
What?
Craig, it best if you give ’Nay some cum now. Lanie not able to get pregnant tonight. Best if you last a long time with her, so give ’Nay your cum now. You last longer tonight with Lanie, see?
You two are evil! No, May, I don’t want to make her sore the first time she is with me. If I take a very long time it will not be good for her.
Really?
Yes. Really.
OK, I tell ’Nay you not coming. And the thought makes her giggle.
The thought that I don’t think Lanie is pretty, is pretty much nonsense. She has always been cute and she is now developing into a beauty. The issue of not wanting her, has nothing to do with her and everything to do with having sex with every female in two families.
The reality is that I am doing so anyway. That battle was already fought and she is definitely coming to my bed. Not only is she, but Mica will be mine next year unless Mica comes to a different decision.
But for the life of me, that is where it must stop. It stops at fifteen.
At the dinner table tonight there is a bunch of teasing from the other girls, and there is a fair bit of encouragement. Lanie sure doesn’t seem to be all that nervous, as Gladies was making her out to be. But maybe this is just a front.
All I am doing is eating my supper and smiling a bit. That is not to say that I am not being baited. I am just not biting. In the middle of all this, Lyn reaches under the table and gives my hand a squeeze. If anyone here is aware of how conflicted I am, it is she. These last two years, Lyn and I have spent a great deal of time talking about all manner of things, including how I see her and the other girls here.
I hide nothing from her and I suspect she has not withheld anything from me. Regardless of the reasons Lyn climbed aboard, between us, now, there is a firm connection and real love.
So this ‘taking’ of Lanie… I really can’t understand it any other way… may be necessary for the stability of our family, as it functions, but it sure isn’t on my bucket list. I would just as soon be with Lyn or Jana, or any of the others, who already have access to my bed. Adding another seems patently nuts.
But, pretty Lanie sits here, eating her rice and gulay1, with the certainty that, in the morning, she will call me Craig and no longer Sir.
It is a rite of passage.
Lanie is watching the TV with Si2x and Reina when I come to collect her at eight tonight.
Sir, my mother say it will be ten. Why now?
Because, now, you are not worried. Come!
I get a big smile from Si2x. I gather that means she approves of my decision. Lanie is a little nonplused, but she comes with me.
When she was ten, Lanie’s nails were painted pink. Now they are deep red.
When she was ten, she was skinny, now she has curves.
When she was ten, her face was angular, now there is a softness to it.
When she was ten, she would watch cartoons on the TV when she came to visit her sister; now she is addicted to the teleseryes2.
When she was ten, she was just a kid from a family I wish I had never met; now she is to be mine, body and soul.
This makes no sense.
This makes perfect sense.
This should not be happening.
This must happen.
She deserves a boy her age.
No boy here, anywhere close to her age, can provide for her, in any way.
She should be able to just grow up and spread her wings as she reaches adulthood.
As she reaches adulthood there is nothing waiting for her without me and what I can provide for her. There is no wind for her wings without me. This is not a land of opportunity. This is a class-based culture. There are the very wealthy, many times tied to Chinese money and heritage. There is the poor Filipino, with no way up and nowhere to go.
Come from a family with money? There are positions waiting for you. Just choose. Come from a poor family? Tough shit.
I can scream my lungs out that it should not be this way. Still, why am I here, if but for the very structure of this society and the rational outcomes that spring from it?
And so, I climb these two flights of stairs with this very pretty, sweet girl, knowing full well that she will welcome me into her body. She will do it with the full understanding of why she is here, and what is happening.
Is anyone forcing her? No. No one. Is something forcing her? That is a tricky question. Is understanding reality tantamount to being forced?
I don’t know. Truly, I don’t. If Lanie was fully grown, I would have no problem saying she was making a choice, albeit a hard one. She is not an adult. Yes, she is old enough to bear children and here in the Philippines, at her age, adulthood does come early.
Jean Piaget says that full cognition happens at age twelve and up. So, Monsieur Piaget, is it your belief that I should consider Lanie an adult with full cognation? I can’t wrap my head around it.
Certainly May, Li2x and Dido have never seemed to regret the decision they made as they reached this age. They are, each one of them, eighteen now. Two of them, mothers to my children. All three nothing less than wives to me.
And yet, as we enter the bedroom, I can’t erase the doubt that swirls in my mind as it has every time I have taken a girl this age.
I enter the room first, with Lanie right behind. She closes and locks the door. There is nothing to take special note of in the action. It is common to lock bedroom doors once you enter.
She is not trembling or looking ill in the least. A smile rests on her lips. She is looking at me expectantly. I reach out to her and she comes to me without pause. My hands on her shoulders, and hers on my elbows, I lean in and down for a kiss. She tilts her head back to receive my lips. We taste each other. Briefly. The kiss ends. I look down; she looks up; we both smile; we kiss again.
This kiss lasts longer, far longer. My arms encircle her. Her arms are around my waist.
She is barefoot. I suspect she had plans to dress for me, later. But now there is but a small top and a pair of shorts over her underwear. I am thinking about taking them off, when she breaks the kiss and tells me that May told her that it is her job to undress me.
By all means, please proceed.
Lanie purses her lips and concentrates as she goes about the task. Button by shirt button until the slacks are an impediment to proceeding farther. She now applies her attention to the belt buckle, and the slacks.
With care and methodically, Lanie undresses her man. That is what May told her I am. I am her man. Lanie tells me that Si2x told her that I am to be her only man. It is her job now, right along with the rest of them, to make this world work for me. …
And so, as my boxers are being removed, I hear, Si2x say, our world is good, only if your world is good. There is nothing else that matter. Yes, that what she say. And, Sir, you know, then Lyn, she say, Si2x tell me the truth. So, we all need to make you happy. I hope I do that now.
You are, Lanie. Now, may I do, as you did, and undress you?
In barely louder than a whisper she says, Yes, Sir.
There are only four articles of clothing to remove and each one of them is but a small piece of cloth.
Lanie is as pretty out of her clothing as she is pretty in it. And seeing her like this only makes me appreciate her more. She is standing without fear. There is poise, and some self-awareness, some knowledge that there is nothing to worry about.
I bring her back into my arms and we kiss again. This time it is skin against skin and it feels good as we hold each other tight. I briefly note that she is on her toes as we kiss.
Her left hand reaches down and caresses my member and my sack. It is warm, Sir. Nice.
It feels nice.
May I look at it before you put it in me?
Yes, of course. The kiss having ended, Lanie simply goes into a squat. Her face is now at the same level as my nuts. I am not rock hard, but I am tumescent. Lanie takes my member fully into her two hands, inspecting and gently stroking it. She kisses my nut sack.
You like?
Yes. I like.
She kisses the side of my cock and then licks it. She has not taken me in her mouth and I am not asking her to do so. Let her explore. Let her do whatever she wishes now.
The stroking becomes a little more vigorous with longer strokes. Her mouth is no longer on the side of my cock. The very top is now between her lips. Her tongue protrudes below and licks up. For a girl with no previous knowledge, it is clear that one of my girls has been providing some instructions.
I urge her to get up and move up to the bed. Now it is my turn. If she can take me orally, I can return her the favor. I spread her legs and ever so gently put my lips on her labia, first just kissing them and then allowing my tongue to divide the lips in search of her clitoris.
The feedback I am getting is welcoming. When my tongue does find that magic place, Lanie pushes her pussy hard into my mouth. My hands encircle the globes of her small ass, no bigger than two firm grapefruits. She is a tasty treat. She is happy and I am no less enjoying her, myself.
But it is time to move on to the main event. She is already wet and there is no need for lubricant. Lanie is on her back. I am far larger than is she, but that is not a problem for her as she spreads her legs are far as she can, preparing herself for my entry.
This is as consensual as it is possible to be. Lanie grabs my cock and attempts to stuff it into her cunt. With my assistance, the task is done. I see no pain in her face. She is supremely happy as I inch in, short stroke after short stroke, until reaching the bottom. The only feedback I get is a huge smile and a giggle.
I start pumping with long and true strokes. Lanie is staring at me, a smile present. And then a, Oh, this so good. So, good. More, yes.
Happy, Lanie?
Yes! More? Oh, my love, more. Yes! You my love! More!
My Lanie has decided I am her love. No one made her do that. I never asked for that. I don’t suspect ulterior motives. I am her love and she is now mine, one of my loves.
The lovemaking continues on, possibly longer than I had any intention taking her tonight. Lanie shows no sign of discomfort. Her womanly juices flow freely, lubricating us as we go… on and on. She is indefatigable and I expect she will be unhappy with anything less than more than I can even deliver.
The old man with a moral dilemma. Her young love with her quite reasonable and unquenchable desire. It is a farce! And there comes a time where cum must come. And come it does.
And what do I hear?
Oh my God! Yes. Yes. Oh, my love, thank God, I make you happy! Yes!
No man, nowhere, deserves this level of sweet, pure goodness. I sure as fuck don’t. Ask anyone at the Eire Pub, they’ll tell ya’, ‘Ah no, fer sure, Craig’s no saint. Not him. He not be deservin’!’
And yet, this young, sweet girl has me tight in her arms as I lie next to her.
This makes no sense.
This makes all the sense in the world.
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