Driving lessons

I will have to think about my future another time. There appears to be a commotion downstairs. I am not spry enough the run down the steps to the first floor, so it takes me a bit to find out what the hubbub is about.

When I do get a peek at the issue, it is both a relief and a concern. No one is at the house threatening us. But Jenny is attempting to teach Susan how to operate the 220 and it isn't going well.

I watch for a bit to see exactly where we are in this debacle, along with Ros and Emelyn, who are terrified just watching this. Eventually I think I understand the sticking points. I walk out and announce the lesson is over. Jenny wants to know why and Susan looks a little bit relieved.

I give Jenny a look that tells her to back off and ask her to secure the 220. I go over and hug Susan, who is shaking. Hey, good-looking, I have a question for you.

Susan looks up at me, and waits.

Sweetheart, have you ever ridden a bicycle?

No.

OK... well, it isn't required to know that to know how to ride a motorcycle but, it sure helps. Today while I am in town, we will find a bicycle. You can learn to ride that first. Once you have that down, I will teach you how to ride the 220. It will be far less frightening that way. OK?

Oo. Thank you, Ron.

It's OK, go on in and clean up.

As she walks through the door and out of sight, I see a newly humble Jenny. I not know she not ride bicycles.

It was obvious from just watching her. Jenny, you can't assume things are already known. You have to start at the beginning and work up. Ask Ros and Emelyn if they know how to ride a motorcycle. If they don't, ask them if they have ridden a bicycle. If they have, you ask them what type of brake their bicycle had. One thing at a time, Jenny. Because if their bike's brake was on the pedal, they may have never used a hand brake and when they go to stop, they will have a wreck. One thing at a time.

I wrong.

We are all wrong sometimes. It is how we learn.

Yes. This is correct. Question, Ron. When you going to get a Filipino driver's license? You are OK now but, you need one soon.

Where do I go to get one?

We go to town. You want to go now?

No, I need to get my ACR-I card¹ first. And thinking of that, I need to call them and make sure all is OK.

Like I said, thinking about getting a hobby will have to wait. It takes me well over an hour to learn that the card has not arrived from Manila. I should call back next week. I spend the rest of the morning cleaning the 220 from this morning's antics. I sit down for a lunch of a broth type soup with chunks of pork, saba banana² and cabbage in it served over rice. It ain't pretty but, it tastes good.

At 2PM Jenny and I ride to town. First stop is to purchase the most simple bicycle we can find with hand brakes. That actually takes a good while. We do find one and Jenny rides it to the Nissan dealer while I ride the 220 to the same destination. I think Jenny finds the experience undignified. I think it's sort of cute.

We get to the dealer and what do you know, the van isn't ready yet but, they promise to have it to me by close of business today. Jenny takes off on the 220, headed back to the house. I hang out in the service waiting room and watch La Salle University girls play University of the Philippines (UP) in volleyball.

Finally the van is ready. I put the bicycle inside it and leave, driving a far larger vehicle than I wanted to have. Of course, I'm the bastard with nine girls. So shame on me. Rather than drive home, I go over to the school and pick up the girls. We can fit all four in along with the bike. But before I can leave with the girls, Miss Judith decides to visit with us.

She says that she hopes I understand that she is just doing her job and that she is relieved to know I have only the best of intentions for the girls. Hopefully we can establish a more pleasant relationship considering that her Tita and cousin are living with me.

I don't need a war and even though I am sure the bitch is lying through her teeth, I thank her for her concern and also hope for a more friendly future. The girls hear all of this and once we get underway, they express ire that I didn't tell the bitch to fuck off. I tell them I wanted to do that but, ask them how that would help us stay out of surveillance.

That does not end it, it just alters the topic a bit. What, they wonder, makes Judith the way she seems to be? Their prevailing theory is that she hates men and hates sex and ought to just off herself as a useless human. This concept makes them indignant that they have to put up with such a person.

Pearl says she isn't so sure about her cousin. Ron, why do you think Judith acts this way?

I guess, I am thinking about something written about four hundred years ago. 'She protests too much.' I think she wants that sex and it frightens her. She wants it so bad that she strikes out at anyone she thinks is having it.

Wow. So you think she is super horny?

I think she 'represses' the horniness because she is afraid of what she will do if she ever lets go.

That's so sad! So you think she is sad and sort of in pain inside all the time?

Maybe. I can't know. I am only guessing.

How can we find out? I mean how we know she wants to get a guy but is afraid to?

Pearl, I don't think she's afraid of a desire to be with boys. She could have done that and not repressed. I think she likes girls. You girls.

OMG but, she will be fired if anyone finds out!

Yeh, that's part of it. She wants girls and can't stay away from girls but, can't have them. That would explain her behavior. Of course, it's just a guess.

No, it's more than a guess. She used to come over a lot but, as I got older, every time I would try to hug her she would pull away. When she used to come over, she would stay the night and we always slept in the same bed. But in the last two years, she refuses to do that. I think you are right!

Karen asks Pearl, So why can't we trick her?

What you mean, friend?

She wants but is afraid, right?

OK, so?

So friend, we start touching her. There is no law against that right? And us touching her doesn't get Ron into trouble. Worst that happens is that she stays far away from all of us. Best case, we seduce her and then she can't do anything bad to us. Ron? Will that work?

It might. You either drive her off the cliff and you have her death on your hands, or it drives her crazy for you, or she runs away and we never see her again. But it was just a guess. Pearl may be right but, it is still a guess. If it is something else, I don't know how she will react.

The girls don't think she will off herself. Jonalyn wants to try it. So does Pearl. Karen thinks it is worth a try. Joriz asks the operative question. How we do it? I mean you can't just say, 'hey, you want to have sex?' Ron, how?

Touch her. Innocently, touch her arm. Touch her sleeve. Move a stray hair of hers out of the way. Do nothing that is 'wrong' should anyone else see it. If she is the way we think she might be, it will have an impact. You can't just do it once. It has to be constant. She has to be too close to you girls over and over. After a while, she will either, run away, and freak out, or she will start welcoming the touches and touch back. If she does start touching back, you take it to the next level.

What is that?

Firmer touches, caresses, pecks on the cheeks. If she is OK with that, she will start doing the same in return. If you ever get to that point, we can talk about it some more but, for now we are home!

As we get out of the van, Pearl asks, Who are you with tonight?

Emelyn. You OK with that?

Completely. Good choice!

I can't get over how a fourteen-year-old is telling me it's a good choice to be plowing the mother of two of her cousins, but, hey, it is what it is.

I am in the bedroom when Emelyn knocks on the door. I guess I could say, 'come in' but that seems wrong. I get up and open the door. Emelyn has Susan's robe on. She's a little afraid. I can see it in her eyes.

Sweet Emelyn. Are you afraid I will not be as good as Ros promised you? Are you afraid I am going to disappoint you?

Oh! No, Sir. I think no such thing! I am afraid I not good enough for you.

Maybe it is that I am not good enough for you! You are a very good woman. You raise two very good and lovely daughters. You survive and hold things together in a very hard world. You deserve a good man. I can't be a good man. I have too many girls to be good!

That is silly talk! I know you are good. You want me tonight. You have not touched my daughters yet. It is me and Ros you take. Yes, I am happy to share you with Ros!

I will take Jonalyn tomorrow night.

Yes, I know but, she not the one you take first. I think that is important. You are telling the girls that their mothers matter and are loved here. This way, they not get out of control. We can be parents to them. See you are good.

How long has it been since you were with a man?

Ha! It be fourteen years! Long time for me.

Can you remember what you liked when you did have sex?

I never have a good time. He just throw me down, stick it in and then get off.

Well, then I am a lucky man!

How?

Anything I do that isn't that bad will seem good to you!

Hehe. Yes! This is true! For you, it will be easy to make me happy.

Shall we start, sweet Emelyn?

Yes, Sir Ron.

I will undress, will you do the same?

Emelyn removes the robe to reveal bra and panties. I look at her and make a face that the garments need to come off. Emelyn is a bit shy but the garments do come off.

I take her hand, bring her close to me and kiss her gently. Her body presses against mine and she kisses back. I kiss her eyelids, her forehead, her neck. She answers with kisses of her own. My hands roam only in safe places, on her face, her neck, her shoulders and her back. She holds on tight. We kiss again. This kiss is more affirmative. More assertive. My tongue enters her mouth and her tongue plays with mine. She pushes her tongue into my mouth. I am happy to accept it. I am in no hurry. I am not moving her to the bed. Instead I lean her against the wall and continue the assault of mouth on mouth.

Her hands are in my hair, holding my head, her teeth biting my ear. She pushes her body into me, arms pulling me into her. I feel a fire burning in her heart. It is she who pulls me to the bed and pushes me down on it. She climbs over me and pins me down as her lips seek out mine again. She nips at my lips with hers. She nibbles on my ears. She kisses my forehead and my neck. She bites my neck and tells me she will leave her mark on me. It seems to me at that moment, women have been biting and leaving their marks on their men for millennia. This is as basic a behavior as is breathing.

I reach up and grab a tit, she loves it. She growls and bites hard. She is making sure her daughter knows who was here first. I push her over and stick my fingers into a wet cunt. I flick her clit. She elevates off the mattress. I flick it again and she bites down hard on my neck.

I push three fingers into her cunt, my pinky into her ass and my thumb over her clit. She goes just about catatonic and then screams, Shit! Oh shit! What you do to me? I bite her lower lip and wiggle all my five digits inside and around her. She bellows, Aaaaaaaa!

Juices are flowing from her. I mount her from the top and start fucking her in earnest. I push my index finger up her ass and pound the fuck out of her cunt. This cunt is smooth inside and out. Over and over, time and again. We burn through the minutes in the joining. She is staring up at me. I look down and smile. You are mine now, Emelyn. Her eyes are open wide. She ekes out an, uh-huh. She goes catatonic again as the second cum she experiences takes its toll. I dump my cum into her at that very moment, causing a third cum and a scream.

I move off her and lay to her side, my arm around her, holding her to me. We do not talk. Not a word is spoken as we just lie there and hold each other.

Finally she whispers, pee, and goes to the bathroom.

She returns, sits up next to me and says in all earnestness. We do OK together. I don't think I disappoint you.

I laugh. She punches me in the arm. Why you laugh?

Emelyn, that was great sex. It was great loving. No, it was better than great. It was fantastic. Why are you being so serious about the joy we feel? It simply could not have been better for me. I hope you are as happy about this as I am.

Emelyn giggles. Best I ever have! But you know... what I know anyway?

I reach up and pull her down to me. I am feeling ornery. I take a tit in my mouth and suck while flicking a nipple with my tongue. I push her down and attack her cunt with my fingers while continuing to suck. I have her grunting and hunching her cunt against my fingers. My pinky enters her ass again at the same time my thumb finds her clit and I bite down on her nipple. Emelyn launches into orbit again.

My mouth finds the other tit and I start on the breast. Emelyn is close to hyperventilating. I push her hard. My pinky is fully inserted and my fingers mash her G-spot as the clit gets pushed into the bone and I bite a nipple. Emelyn cums and cums and cums. And then, in what can only be an act of self-preservation, she grabs my hair and pulls me off her.

Oh my God! I almost shit the bed! How you do that to me? No more! No more tonight. You are a devil you so good.

We lie still again for a while before deciding we both need a shower and some rest.

There are mornings, and then there are mornings when you have to assess the damage done to your body. This is one of the second type. I have bite marks all over me. Emelyn is admiring her handiwork, oohing and aaah-ing as she makes the assessment of last night's activities.

OK Ron. Now I am yours. Enjoy my girls. Maybe now I think this is a good thing. My girls and me, we always be together and no need for another man. You do them good. We all yours now. She puts the robe around her, panties and bra in her hand, and leaves the bedroom.

Once again, I am out of the shower and who do I see at the table but, Elvie with our breakfasts.

OMG Ronald. What she do to you?

She bites. A lot.

Elvie does not think this is funny at all. She inspects me and makes comments such as I need to see a doctor.

No I am not going to see a doctor. Emelyn is not a rabid dog. Relax.

But Elvie is not relaxed. I think she is a bit horny and jealous. It just so happens that I have enough fight in me at the moment that I drag her to the bed, pull down her shorts, bend her over, ass out to me, and fuck her cunt, standing behind her as I finger her clit.

I was right. She is horny and she is irrigating the tile floor with her cunt juice. I am in a position which is not tiring in the least. I keep it up as I push Elvie onto ecstasy before making my deposit.

Elvie being Elvie, once the sex is over, she gets busy cleaning the floor as I eat my breakfast. She says she will eat hers while we talk in a bit. She gets things cleaned up quickly and sits down again.

We need to talk about Judith, Ronald!

OK, what about?

She is dangerous.

I agree.

Then why you allow the girls to do what they will do?

Well, because I think it is exactly what Judith is not expecting and will not know how to handle. It's the one thing we can do that will not hurt us. Who knows about this?

Just the girls and me.

You sure?

Yes.

OK. Keep it that way for now.

Why you want to hide it from the mothers.

Because if there is blow back, no one would expect the mothers to know. If they act like they do know, it will look suspicious.

Oh. But I know.

You are not a mother and you will not likely be questioned.

OK.

We hear laughter outside. I must look surprised.

They teaching Susan to ride the bicycle.

I've gotta see this!

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Chapter 16