A hole to fill

Elvie's imminent departure in the morning weighs on me. I pull Jenny aside and ask her if we might put off the big welcome to my love celebration until tomorrow. She agrees. Then I ask her to join me alone tonight and that gets a big smile and a kiss.

Jenny is mature. She is a woman, and in no way a girl, though she and the others refer to each other that way. Certainly Jenny has taken care of herself and looks young and beautiful at 35 but, there is a worldly knowledge about her that I need tonight. I need to sense a connectedness that cannot be taught, or inherited. It comes with living.

I am lying in bed as Jenny sashays around the room and eventually next to me. Her hands glide over me, her lips tease my skin and almost don't touch me.

As much as I was convinced I didn't want her and didn't need her. I both want and need her now. Does she know it? Clearly the person she had set her sights on displacing has voluntarily chosen to leave. But things are different now.

Her fingers move over my chest. She uses her hair to play hide and seek between our faces. Her feet are tracing my calves. She moves down on me and I feel her lips surround my cock. I feel her whole mouth on it now. And now I seem to be moving down her throat. Her hand holding my ball sack, her chin resting on the heel of her hand. She starts humming and the vibrations move from my cock to my balls and down my thighs. She lifts her head a bit, grabs some air and smashes down again.

This is not mutual. This is a one woman band orchestrating a masterpiece on her instrument, my body. Maybe later there will be time to be a duet as an encore but, this time, it is what it is. I will not fill her tonight. Jenny has me tuned up. I am pulsing to her movement of a baton, which is part and parcel of me.

She keeps the music going, slowing down and then speeding up, to a false hint of a crescendo which fades at the last moment. Taking me close to the top, only to slow me down, time and time again. Changing the time signatures. At times it feels like a march into oblivion only to turn into a waltz of caringly slow loving, which moves into a quick two-step of an expectation of bliss, and into a dirge bringing us back to earth.

My strings are fraying. The reeds are getting soggy. The valves need blowing clear. The drum beat intensifies and she brings me to the finish, with a loss of breath, a sense of immense relief coupled with an exhaustion that is beyond my understanding.

She moves up on me, bites my earlobe, and whispers, I love you and that Ronald is something I never expected to do. I needed you from the beginning and I resented that fact. I don't any more. All I feel is love. You can give me my gift tomorrow. Today I gave my gift, to you.

I pull her tight to me. I doubt we will have an encore but, it is not needed, expected or wanted. We sleep.

Morning brings the trip to town with Elvie. I take her on the back of the bike with Karen who needs to get dropped off at school. A plastic bag filled with Elvie's things is sandwiched between us. In fifteen minutes I drop her at the bus and jeepney terminal. I put ₱10,000 (approx. $215) in her pocket. I tell her to please come back.

I take Karen to school and then ride back to the house.

It seems to me the ride home takes longer and it is certainly lonelier. I feel empty inside. Still, there are two females waiting for me when I return, two of them with expectant faces. Clearly something is going to change. I know it, and they know it. As much as I have asked Elvie to return, I doubt she will.

OK, what have the two of you been talking about?

You silly! Susan brightly informs me.

And?

You said you want two sisters or a mother and daughter. Correct?

So, and? I don't see where we are going. I have you and k'Ren.

But you don't have a mother and daughter.

It's not like I am collecting china dolls. In my mind it was either this or that. I have you and k'Ren, I am in love with you and that is that.

You love Jenny. I know it, Jenny knows it and you know it. It is clear that you like adult women. You don't want very little girls. We have plenty of proof of that. There is something about two females who are somehow tied with each other – like me and k'Ren that excites you.

OK. That's true. The older woman can't be too old but, 35 is clearly not too old. So what's your point?

With Elvie gone, we need to add not just one but at least two more. This place needs more.

I don't need more.

Maybe, but, the place does. So who we add?

At this moment, it is the last thing I want to think about and I say so.

Who will make your lunch?

I will. And yes, I will make my supper too. I will make my bed in the morning. I will buy a washing machine in town so that will not be a problem. I don't need to squat in front of a tub and wash by hand as Elvie was doing. I am able to take care of myself.

I get two silent but unhappy faces. Susan announces that she needs to go into town to help her aunt later today. She suggests that, maybe I can take her in and pick Karen up from school. Karen has a recital at 3:15PM that Susan wanted to attend but, cannot, due to work. Would I mind attending the recital? I agree.

Jenny announces that she is making bihon¹ for lunch, would I like some? I do and the lunch issue is resolved for today, at least.

I spend the morning hooking up the TV to one of the two digital cable boxes that the guy who installed the satellite dish left. I now have TV in my bedroom.

The Internet via satellite was also installed yesterday during the mess we were experiencing. The installer said he would be back, off the clock today, if we wanted WiFi throughout the house. Susan said we do and so the guy is here with two WiFi things. The basic install gives us WiFi access on one floor but it is not reaching the other floors. This fixes the problem. We pay the guy directly. His employer has no clue about the installer's side business.

By the end of the day, I can be anywhere in the house and I will have access. Nice.

Susan and I leave for town at 1:30 after lunch. I drop her off at the bakery where I am pretty much required to make nice with her aunt for a few minutes. I am going to look again at some vehicles. Then it is off to Karen's school.

Karen is in eighth grade and her class has a speech recital of dramatic readings. I am not quite sure what this is all about but, I am here. The school is a large campus surrounded by a high wall and you enter the school under an arch which hangs over a steel gate manned by an armed security guard. I walk up to the guard and am about to explain who I am but evidently there is no need.

You are Sir Ron? You here for k'Ren?

Yes, Sir.

Please come in, Po. Nice you are here.

Where do I go for the recital?

Follow this walk, Sir. It is over there, as he is indicates a path that leads beyond a small grove of trees to where I see a large roof. I thank him and he just smiles back.

There are signs that say, English spoken here. As children pass me they smile, giggle and some brave ones say, Good Afternoon, Sir! I answer back the response, Good afternoon to you!, and walk on.

There must be a hundred chairs set up under an open air thing which is simply a roof overhead and a concrete floor. There are no walls. A few chairs are taken but most are empty. I sit on a chair in the middle of a sea of empty ones and wait. Someone walks up to me and introduces herself as the school social worker. She says she is impressed by the change in Karen's attitude since she came to live in my home. I am a good influence on her. I thank her but am not sure what else to say. She is equally awkward and finds a reason to move on. A few people are taking their seats but, they are not sitting close to me. It is both a relief and a bit embarrassing.

I get a tap on my shoulder and look back to see a smiling Karen. She is with three other girls. Thanks for coming Ron! These are my friends Joriz, Jonalyn and Pearl. We are in the same class. Joriz and Jonalyn are twins. Aren't they all pretty?

OK, it's not what you think. She is trying to embarrass her friends. Yes they are cute but, that is not what the comment is about. The concept of pretty and ugly is a constant refrain. Sisters will kid sisters, Pangit!² Or they might say, Gwapa!³

Yes k'Ren they are even prettier than you! Ha! I got her and her friends are embarrassed and pleased at the same time. I know what Karen is doing and she knows I am playing. Can I trade you in for them?

No! Bastos ka⁴. But you can have all of us! And she sticks her tongue out at me.

Ah but what will their mothers say! I bet they would not approve. We are now having two conversations at the same time. Karen knows it but the other will not have a clue.

You can ask them. Maybe you like them too. Bye! And then all four girls scoot off.

The room continues to fill up and I remain in a sea of empty chairs. There are people all around me and then a hole, in which I am the center. The recital starts fifteen minutes late, which by Filipino time, might actually be early.

First a speech by the School Social Worker. Then one by the Principal. Then one by the teacher. It has been another 20 minutes and not one kid has done shit.

Finally the first kid takes the podium and begins. A second kid follows. They are speaking English though the syllabic accentuation makes me strain a bit to follow. At some point I notice that there are people sitting on either side of me.

It is Karen's turn and she isn't perfect but, she does fine. I clap with real enthusiasm when she is done. A woman next to me on the left says, k'Ren is very special and very lucky to live with you.

I turn and look right into the eyes of a beautiful woman who is dressed neatly but is clearly poor. I say something like, Thank you, only to hear from my other side, Yes, and I think she is more beautiful and confident since she come to you. I turn to look at her and Jeez Mareez, she is another beauty in old but clean clothing.

I look back and forth at both of them and figure I have been setup. There is no one else even close to us. Ladies, I am lost. You know me but I do not know you.

The beauty to my left introduces herself as Emelyn, mother of Joriz and Jonalyn. To my right is Ros, mother of Pearl.

Well, if you are trying to tease with me with your beauty, you two could not get any more beautiful than you are right now. I think the same is true for your daughters. I met them before this started. They will break some boy's heart, they are so pretty.

Maybe we are allowed to live with you?

Maybe I said it wrong. I meant to say that there is nothing that would make you any lovelier than you are right now. You two are very beautiful.

But we can live with you? Yes? Our girls, they are the closest of friends. We are good friends with Susan.

I see. You spoke with Susan?

We speak with her all the time, Sir Ron.

You speak with her this morning?

Both giggle and raise their eyebrows. Ladies, how much do you know about Susan and me?

It is Ros who answers. We know about you and Susan and k'Ren and Jenny.

Both of you?

Raised eyebrows.

You know about k'Ren? What do you think you know?

We know you take her. Do we need to know more?

You are wanting me to take you and your girls to live with me?

Raised eyebrows.

OK, why?

Best choice for us. Simple. Best choice.

Why is it best choice for your daughters?

You send them to college?

That's it? Education?

I see two confused looks. OK maybe this is not smart but, I want to kill this in the bud, just like I killed off the likes of Joydee and Jas.

Let's play a game. OK? I get two smiles. It's a game of what if you get what you are asking for. What might happen to your child and things that may happen to you. You decide if it is OK for you. Ready?

Raised eyebrows.

First I take the virginity of all three of your kids this week. This OK Emelyn?

Raised eyebrows.

Ros?

Raised eyebrows.

OK next, I teach them to have sex with the other females in the house.

I get two Hala's.

This OK Emelyn?

Raised eyebrows.

Ros?

Raised eyebrows.

Third for them and first for you. I get them and you pregnant and keep you all pregnant from the time you get there and they are 18. No chance to complete college.

This OK Emelyn?

Raised eyebrows.

Ros?

Raised eyebrows.

Really? I thought education was the goal?

Emelyn answers, If you give them babies, that is even better.

Fourth for the girls, and the second for you. You and I together with your daughters. You will have sex with your daughter.

I can see worry creep into their faces. This is beyond the pale and they never considered that such a thing might exist.

Ros, after a prolonged pause, asks, What are the other things?

Fifth for the daughters and third for you. You must ask me to join me knowing that all this will happen.

And the last Sir?

If you and your daughters join me, you are all mine for life. There is no leaving. Susan and k'Ren are with me for life. Ask them.

Ros smiles and says, Yes this we know. Why you say this about sex with our daughters and us?

You will have sex with everyone in the house. It is that simple. ... Your daughters will have sex with everyone as well. You will be giving me the hands of your three girls as brides without marriage at age 14. And you will watch them learn about lesbian love and be active in it long before they turn 15. Your tongue will be inside your daughters' vagina in two weeks. She will have her tongue inside yours too. Is this what you really want for you and your daughters? Really? I don't think this is OK with you. Keep your daughters virgins for the next six years and stay out of my home.

If we say we agree? This is Emelyn.

If after you talk to your daughters, and they agree, then you and your daughters tell me the things that you are agreeing will happen. You and each daughter tells me that this is what you AND they want. If it happens, you and your daughters will come home to my house tonight or the night following when you tell me, and it will begin.

What if our daughters already know?

You still need to talk with them.

Ros smiles. Sir Ron, my daughter tell me you will shock me, and that true but, this what she want. I ask her what is this shocking thing? She just say, trust me mom, this is something you not know about ever. She say, k'Ren and Susan say it OK so we should too. She say call Susan. That when I do it. I say to Susan, this is what my Pearl tell me. It true? Susan say it true. Then I ask, what she not telling me? Susan say, she not tell me either. She say if you ask Sir Ron to join, he will say no. He will tell you things that make you want to say no. He not lying but, it really OK. I ask, why he say no then? She say, because he only wants if you really want to join and never say but, this you didn't tell me. He is very strict to join. It not easy. He say no to the last six who try. ... My daughter will say yes and I will too. We go with you?

No! You and your daughter must stand in front of me and tell me that she is ready to have sex with all in my house including you. She must tell me she understands I will get her pregnant. She understands she is mine for life. There will never be boyfriends or marriage. She must tell me this and you must tell me the same in front of her. Only then may you join me. Emelyn, are you ready to agree with me, this is not for you?

No. I talk to the girls after this. Sir, one question, I will have sex with Susan?

Yes.

Susan and you?

Yes?

With Ros here too?

Yes.

OMG. OK. Sige. Thank you for your honesty. Susan right. If I say yes, I never say you not warn me.

And now I understand what the conversation was about this morning at the house. Those stories come to mind again. The women scheme. They all scheme! I was so busy thinking about the guys and who they were going to fuck next that I missed the scheming. I thought it was cute when it happened. It isn't cute.

I've got three wonderful girls/women at home. I really don't need any more. But how do you have two classes of women in the same house without a train wreck? How do I fuck Karen and have the other girls stay virgins? The others just become hangers-on, freeloaders who have no real connection to the rest of us. They have no investment in our privacy and safety. They are a liability. It doesn't work.

There are five of them. I just got rid of five girls and lost Elvie. Am I to go from four to eight? Who in the name of the Great Pumpkin needs eight girls? Hell, the calendar only has seven days in the week.

Yes, sure, all the girls are fourteen. And sure, the concept of fucking identical twins is a fantasy, all in its own way. And yes the moms are to die for but, really? I am about to have twins gang fuck their mother? In what porn film did that happen?

If they all say yes, I have five more cunts to fuck. What happens if Elvie returns?

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Chapter 12