Explain Belong

Friend Jenny, explain what you mean, you belong to him. He not own you. That not legal. So you not a slave. How you belong?

I know he not marry me. I know he not even really want me. He tell me that. I know I not what he wants in his heart. He tell the truth to me. He not try to fool me. He never lie. I try to get him by being sneaky. I think he lie to me and I want to have him. But I a fool. No, he not want me and he tell me to leave. He tell me to leave many times. But I know I must be with him. Maybe I have a choice but, no rice and he is rice plus more. Why I not want that? I do everything I can, he say 'go.' Last he say to me you do anything I say and you can stay.

Truly he say that?

Indi¹. Not really but, same-same in a way. He say 'do this thing you not want to do, then I allow it.' I know he means always do what I say or you can go. I will stay. I do anything he want. But you, friend Susan, it is you and your sister he wants. Maybe someday he will marry you. Yes he wants the two of you. This I know.

How?

Fool! He tell me! He tell Elvie! Ask her!

Elvie, this true? It me and k'Ren he want?

It is true. He tell me he look for a mother-daughter or a sister-sister. This is what he wants. He finds you and k'Ren. I think he is not looking for anymore. He tells me I am maid and if I stay I belong to him but, no marriage and I am not the girlfriend. He tell Jenny to leave many times. She goes sometimes but always comes back. He gives up and says to her 'you can stay if you do what I say but, you are not the ones I want.' I hear him say that to her. Tell me, friend Susan, he ever tell you, you not the one?

Indi.

He ever tell you no marriage?

Indi. But he says I will be girlfriend for life.

He say that about k'Ren?

Indi. Maybe he marry her? k'Ren he say he will marry you?

Indi. He not say that. He say he wants us, Ate.

Maybe. Maybe he marry you. Maybe you and not me.

Friend Susan, he allow Elvie and me to stay, both you he wants. Why you think he wants you tonight? He not ask for k'Ren, he ask for you. Do not be foolish.

I have heard quite enough. Hey, I am right here. Why are you speaking about me as if I am not in the room?

Elvie asks, Ronald, is what Jenny and me say about you correct? You want them?

Yeh, I very much want Susan and k'Ren.

Will you marry one of them?

Not now, Elvie but, ask me in five years. It is too soon to talk about marriage.

So maybe?

OK maybe.

Which one?

Elvie I said ask me in five years and if I ever decide to marry, then I will decide which one. I have not made any decision at all. It is too soon.

Ronald, do you want any other girls?

If Jenny wasn't here, I might have said yes. But four is plenty and six is too many. So the answer is no more girls. Jenny is fidgeting. What is it Jenny?

Sir, I have a sweet niece. Will you consider one addition?

I don't need any more, Jenny.

Sir Ronald, she is young, smart, pretty and very poor. If it is the number of us, I will leave if you will take her and be good to her.

Jenny, do you belong to me?

Yes, Sir.

Then how can you offer to leave?

I see, Sir. But Sir, will you please consider her?

What is this girl's age?

Eleven.

I hear a gasp from Susan.

Where are her parents?

Mother die in childbirth. Father hit in motorcycle accident. His head not right after this.

She is too young to request to join me. All here want to be here. Even Susan. She is just afraid I don't really want her. That is silly but, that is her fear. Susan starts to cry. I pretend to not notice. I have sex with every girl in this house. No one can be here unless they come to my bed when requested. So, no.

What if she requests it?

Jenny, I would not trust it.

Please just meet her?

No, but, I allow Susan to meet her. Let Susan be the judge.

But she will say, 'no.'

I expect she will. Jenny there are no more girlfriends. If anyone else was to join, it means she belongs to me as you do. For the life of me I cannot see how I can expect an eleven-year-old to belong to me or even understand what that means. Now Susan, do you really still think I don't want you?

Why you want me? I don't understand this. And Ron, would you take the eleven-year-old to your bed if she did understand she belonged to you?

I don't need to explain why I want you. You just need to believe that I do. And to your second question, yes. If she could understand, I would take the child to my bed. But there is no eleven-year-old who can, so the question is sort of silly.

Friend Susan, are you ready to meet my little niece?

It's late. Now?

She is not far from here. Best you see her now.

Susan looks confused. Ron? What is your advice?

It is seven thirty now. Be home by ten. Trust your judgement and not your morality.

I don't understand.

Maybe you won't have to but, if you do, I think it will become clear.

I get a look that tells me she does not find that answer helpful in the least. So be it.

As Jenny and Susan leave on this weird mission, I am left with the two I wasn't going to be with tonight. They decide to watch a little TV. I am going to cruise the web.

Jenny and Susan return a little after nine. Jenny isn't saying anything and it is Susan who speaks to the rest of us. That child needs saving but, not here and not for the reason you think. She is too hard. She can never belong to anyone. I think she knows too much already. Her heart is scarred. She is not for us here. I think Jenny knows this now.

Jenny briefly gives the slightest of acknowledgments with her eyebrows.

And Ron, I know what you mean by judgement and not morality. It is a good lesson for me.

Yes, it is difficult to explain but, once you need to separate the two, knowing you can, is important. ... Jenny, I know you agreed with the decision. Are you OK with Susan?

Oh! Yes. Sorry, yes, she is fair and tells the truth. I just sad to see what happen to my niece. She was a sweet child.

Are you OK to be with us tonight? Maybe you want to sleep alone?

I am with Susan and you tonight please.

OK, well the two of you take a shower, together.

I will take mine after you.

I think I'll get a look or a comment from Susan but, I get nothing other than an acknowledgment as they proceed as I have requested. Karen notices and I do get a look from her. I can offer nothing in return.

A half an hour later, I have taken my shower and am entering the bedroom to find Jenny giving Susan a massage. I say nothing as I slip off my robe and get onto the opposite side of the bed. Susan is sighing in pleasure and grunting as some muscles are worked vigorously. Jenny looks over at me and proudly announces that she will take care of my wife to be. I roll my eyes. I suspect that Jenny is 25% kidding and 50% sincere and 25% trying to pump up Susan's ego. This is both good and bad. I will be happy to see the gloomy Susan disappear but, I do not want her to expect a marriage proposal. That can easily blow up in my face some time down the road. This requires some careful thought... tomorrow.

But my mind wanders a bit. Why do I constantly hear echoes of Jake and Joshua and Noah and Sam and Howard and Lawrence? Once you put things into play, they take on a life of their own. Yeh, I have read all those stories and, I guess I have enjoyed watching the women pull the pins out of the fantasy and give the guys a real life lesson in how things roll but, being on the receiving end doesn't feel all that good. I have no idea how to deal with Susan's heart should she get set on being the bride.

For now I decide that two can give a massage at the same time. While Jenny has a right leg in her grasp, I take the left leg. That produces a smile from Jenny and an OMG from Susan.

I put a hand on a left buttock and pull it wide a bit. Jenny takes the hint and provides symmetry. Her freshly washed crack and rosebud are completely exposed. Wetting my middle finger with my own saliva I then trace from the back edge of her cunt, up over her rosebud and to the top of her crack. Susan squirms and pushes her pelvis into the mattress.

Jenny and I take firmer grips on her buttocks and before I can move, Jenny puts her face down between Susan's legs, tracing the same path I made but, with a tongue, lingering a bit over that rosy rosebud. Susan's response is an involuntary, Oh!

I push a finger into Susan's cunt with another finger grazing her clit. Jenny licks again. Susan is thrashing around a bit. Jenny and I maintain control of the region under attack. I work Susan's cunt with more active fingering of cunt and clit. Jenny pushes her tongue into Susan's rosebud. To put it crudely, Jenny is tongue fucking Susan's ass.

Susan blows a gasket, and I am hard as a rock. That ass looks mighty fine to me. Susan is pushing her ass up into Jenny's face. I push Jenny off, get behind Susan and push my cock into a butt that wants attention and is well lubricated around the ring.

I have never fucked a butt before and oh damn it is tight all the way. Hot and tight. Jenny is now fingering Susan's cunt and clit. I am pounding the girl's ass and Susan... well Susan is not making any sense but, sure making a bunch of noise. She must be cumming, a lot, as my cock is constantly being squeezed in ways that I can't quite explain. Plus my knees are soaked with her cunt's output.

I grab a tit and squeeze a nipple only to hear a verbal unintelligible explosion, and experience a tightening of her asshole that threatens the very survival of my cock and a new river between my legs. That is all my nuts can take and I dump my load into that damned ass.

I, now limp, am squeezed out. I roll over, off Susan and on to my back by her side.

Susan isn't saying anything. She isn't moving. Jenny starts massaging her shoulders. I drift off to sleep.

Get up Ronald! We have to change the sheets and maybe flip the mattress!

Huh?

Get up. You fall asleep.

I am groggy and a bit confused. I must have really been sleeping hard. It looks like the girls have taken another shower, and it is no longer the three of us. All four girls are in the room. Jenny and Elvie have me by the arms and are pulling on me to do as they asked.

I allow myself to be assisted to a standing position. All four then grab the mattress, flip it, and make it with new sheets. Following which, Jenny and Elvie leave, leaving me with the sisters. I grab Susan, pulling her in tight and give her a kiss that is meant to last a bit. She kisses back with a passion I have not expected but find welcome.

Once it ends, I pull Karen to me and give her an equally passionate kiss. Her response is to not only kiss as powerfully as she can but push her entire body against me, leaving no space, nor pocket where air might pass. If I was expecting Karen to say something, it is Susan who speaks.

We are your real girls, di ba? OK this good. But you not marry because that is only one and you have us both. You want us both. I know this now. So no choosing. We yours. No question. You want, you have. We yours. We belong too. Not just Elvie and Jenny. Only difference we the ones you really want. That good to know. We know it. We protect you. No morality, we use good judgement. See I learn.

I would say the stars have aligned but, in reality, this was Karen's strategy from the beginning. Karen saw what I did not. She knew Susan would not put herself in front of her sister. As soon as Susan believed she might be preferred, she stepped in to stop any selection from occurring.

I know something valuable. Never underestimate Karen.

It takes a while to get back to sleep, and we are a little playful for a bit. Not sexually as much as physical stuff like attempts at tickling, gentle and playful punches. There is laughter and maybe, just maybe, the beginnings of love.

Morning comes and both girls claim their rights to the bathroom before I will get my turn. Luckily they are quick as my bladder is demanding attention.

It appears I am the last to use the facilities and breakfast is on the table long before I reach it. What I find is a huge sack of pandesal. I know what it is, because Karen tells me what I am about to eat. Once she says the name, I hear echoes again. Weird. I grab one and damn these little guys are good and probably addictive.

For a moment I consider emailing that writer and then think better of it. What if he is right and the emails are not safe. My email address will track directly back to me. I don't want to expose myself like that. Best to not email him at all anymore.

I look down at the bag. How many of those damned things have I just eaten? It seems like I have been shoveling them in without thinking. Huh.

You like?

Susan, what would give you the idea that I didn't? I don't even know how many I have eaten!

Good. I get them from our bakery this morning. My Tita ask me if I stay with you. She hear you have many women. I tell her I am yours. I tell her I love you. She says, you weird but, if I happy, then OK. I not tell her about k'Ren. She will get mad if she know. I tell her k'Ren happy here too. She say good. We have all bread we want now!

Yeh, I heard it. She told her aunt that she loves me. That might just be cover. I will leave it alone. On the other hand, having unfettered access to pandesal may become a problem. I like them way too much. If those choco rolls are as tasty as they look, I am in deep trouble.

The four girls want to go to the pawn shop and check out what I am now told is a videoke player, not just a karaoke. They are unable to explain the difference. I look it up and it seems like the videoke is what we really want. Videoke is the better option and it appears to be a Filipino improvement on the Japanese Karaoke. I tell them to get it but, no, they have to check out how many and what songs are included. It seems that videokes are not It seems that all videokes are not created equal.

In case they want to purchase it, I give them enough cash to complete the transaction. While they are gone I catch up with friends on Facebook and catch up on news from the US. There are times I just don't understand my own country. Why is there so much hate? In all these years, have we not progressed beyond the hatred that started the civil war? You don't have to like the other side. But for the love of Pete, they ain't demons and they ain't out to destroy the country. They just see things differently. Hell, I got two cousins who on any given day will see the sun shine as I say at the same moment, standing right by their side, ain't that moon something? Yeh, we see the world differently but, damn it, they are my cousins. They ain't the enemy. Same is true for all of us Americans. So anyway, the news today just makes me a bit sad. Well, I guess I am an expat now. Not sure what that means to me or to those back there. Weird.

The girls are back. They left afoot. They arrive back in a tricycle² with a machine strapped to the roof. The driver assists the girls getting it into the house before taking his leave of us. I am enlisted to make the connections to the TV. Before long the two microphones that are included are in use and warbling voices and happy hearts are filling the house.

Yeh, I am chewing on that. There is rice to eat, soft beds on which to sleep and videoke for the family. Is that all it takes? Really?

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Chapter 7