The Rose Parade

Sunday morning is always special every week now. We have only been together as a combined family for three months. The first month or so was insane. Just learning a new country for one person is hard. But we added four people to our family – one of whom has had to really wing it alone most of the time. We can't be there with her as she makes her way in her little town.

Teaching Lena how to drive has been a real effort and we really don't want her driving in the Winter months this first year. Luckily, we found someone who also commutes between the two towns every weekend and Lena is carpooling for now.

Lily and Rose were just sort of unceremoniously dumped into the water and told to swim (as I was at age 11) as they entered public school. I had always gone to Catholic Schools in the Philippines, and Jake thinks that if we were living in Mindanao, I would have graduated from such a school, but here in the USA he wants his girls to attend public school and that is what we do. I had found the Middle School here to be a nice and welcoming place. Lily started it at age 13, two years later than me. As an eighth grader she is finding it a bit more difficult to make lots of friends, but our family takes up the slack in that way. Rose is in tenth grade in High School. I include her with my circle of 'Senior' friends, so she's ok and protected. They are doing fine in school. Just like Gel, Lena had kept them in good Catholic Schools in Davao, so they were in good shape educationally when they got to the USA.

Nic2x's education as far as learning about her new country has been Gel's responsibility. Nic2x and Gel do everything together from morning to night: Cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, running errands, showering and socializing. Except on the weekends, if you see one, you see the other.

Jake commented one day that he is the only man in the world who fantasizes about having sex with just one woman alone. With a goofy look on his face he says that in our home, the minimum number of pussies in any one bed seems to be two.

Sunday mornings means we have all spent better than a whole day reconstituted as a complete family and we are about to sense that loss again. Though Lena was the "have-to" add-on, Gel, Jake and I have come to greatly appreciate her.

Sunday mornings are also the one and only 'family breakfast' day. We all come to the table, showered and dressed at what Jake calls a respectably late hour for our Sunday morning gathering. The food is a combination of Filipina and American cuisines. Jake makes his "Rye-Idea Sweet Buttermilk" pancakes with real maple syrup and butter on the side. There will be some meat on the table, either bacon, or tocino, or ham, or longanisa. Gel and Nic2x will cook up a large pan of Filipina-style scrambled eggs. There will be fruit, depending on what we can find. To drink, will be water, Sprite, Filipino-style fruit shakes and coffee. And there will be rice. There is always rice.

Seating somewhat reflects the previous sleeping patterns and so will change on occasion.

There are seven people at the table, with Jake always at one end. Gel always sits to Jake's immediate left and normally Nic2x next to Gel's left. I am on Jake's immediate right with either Rose or Lily on my immediate right. Lena often sits at the other end, in stark contrast to the rest of our sitting pattern. But in a way she is the head of the 'other' family at our table and as such, Nic2x is on her right and Rose or Lily is on her left.

Today is different. Gel is on the other end with Lily to her immediate right and Rose to her immediate left. Lena is sitting on Jake's immediate left. I remain on his right but Nic2x is next to me. And we are blended in a way we have not been before. There is laughter and happiness this morning ... that is no different from other mornings ... but that happiness with the arrangement of the seating does seal our family as one family. This is a good morning and tonight will be a special night.

Before this morning, it did not occur to me that Lena needed to be here for the Cherry-popping. Now I am concerned. I will speak with Lena.

After breakfast, we are in the kitchen together cleaning up. Tita¹, I would like to speak with you about Rose.

What is it Cin? Is something wrong?

No Tita, everything is very good. But Rose is now fifteen and I would like her to be with Jake. She has been asking for this for some time.

I thought Jake said he wasn't interested in Rose and Lily. Is that not right?

Tita, he said they were too young at the time. That is all. But you are right, he has not sought to have sex with them. I think if I ask him, he will say he is getting all he wants right now.

I suspect that he is already getting more than he can deal with Cin. He didn't expect to have me. I have already complicated things for Jake.

Remember what you said to Jake back when we first met? He could either take care of you or you might find that comfort in other men? Well, that probably goes for Rose too.

...I see. ... Does Jake know this?

No, he doesn't. Will you tell him you give your permission?

You know this is crazy abnormal, right? You know that a sweet fifteen is not supposed to be having sex by permission with her mother's older lover – who is also married to someone else? Right?

Yes, Tita.

... OK I will get Gel and we will tell him.

Jake pulls me aside later in the day. He is trying to act angry but I'm not buying it for a minute.

You like young stuff.

I'm not denying that, Cin.

So why complain when a pretty fifteen-year-old is ready to jump into your bed?

It's too dangerous.

It's too dangerous not to!

Are you giving me the Lena argument again?

Of course, I am because it is true!

Do you understand the consequences? Do you think I am not falling in love with Lena? Do you think I can sleep with a woman ... with a girl and not care for her in a way that's not fatherly?

Jake, don't give me that crap. Rose has been giving you head for two months!

Cin, there is a real difference for me when I am inside someone. It is very different and there are different emotions.

Well, I guess I wouldn't want it any other way. I would not like to think that you could fuck and not care, so I guess the answer is that you should be careful what you agree to. When Gel said we have to bring a girl back and you promised to see if you could find a way, this is what you got. You need to take Rose's cherry tonight. And for the record, does Gel know that you are in love with Lena?

Yes. She says that it makes it easy on her because she is deeply in love with Nic2x. I seem to sense that there is a re-alignment happening.

I guess it takes me a moment to have that sink in, but when it does, I know what I have to say!

If you divorce Gel, so she can marry Nic2x, then I want to be your bride, not Lena and I will fight for that, Jake.

Maybe I should marry Rose!

I want to hit him! How can he do that? But he is right ... everything is in play. Everything is in play.

As Lena and I prepare Rose for the big event tonight I have mixed feelings. I love Rose and I know Rose cares for me. She is lovely even with her pango (snub/flat) nose and her dark skin. She is prettier and younger than I am. Why wouldn't Jake prefer her over me? I know she wants to feel cock inside of her and has been pushing me for this day for some time now. I don't think she has even thought about what happens later. About her feelings for the man who takes her cherry, and will likely be inside her later, at her request many times. Maybe it will all be OK. Maybe she won't abandon me for Jake. I am scared. I fought Jake to get this done and I might have fought against my own interest. Only time will tell.

I'm a very different girl from the one eight years ago in Mindanao who argued that I should be the #1 GF. I am now a real live functional wife to Jake. I have been lying with him for four years. I know everything about him. I have seen him through fever and am committed to him for life. If something should happen to Gel, I can and will do everything for him that she has always done. I know how and I do these things today. Is he committed to me?

I take a break and am pouring myself a Sprite when Gel finds me.

Cin, why did you tell Jake that I would divorce him?

Because he told you, he loved Lena and he said that made it easier for you to love Nic2x.

OK, yes, that is true, but how do you get to divorce?

Well, duh!

Well, duh yourself ,anak (child), there are some things you still don't seem to understand. Jake was, is and will always be my legal husband. When I bury him and I hope he lives to 100, I will still be his wife. Not you, not Lena and not Rose. You can all be his mistresses and he can call you his wives. You can call him husband, but never confuse that with the legal marriage certificate I have. If I die, then and only then, you girls can fight it out. Until then, it isn't going to happen.

OK.

... Cin, Jake feels about you and me very different than he does about Nic2x, Lena and the girls. He knows in his heart that they might leave us at any moment. He knows in his heart that the three of us are never going to separate. You will never have to fight Lena for Jake. Not ever.

I won't have to fight if he falls for Rose? She is so young and pretty Mom!

That's the first time you have called me mom since that day with Ays in Davao, anak. She stops and kisses me. Don't worry. Even though she is young and pretty. Remember when I sent that beautiful Filipina home? The one that Jake was drooling over? He never complained. We are pretty enough for Jake. He is committed to us. A year and a half ago you told me to trust Jake. Now I am telling you, that was good advice. Trust Jake.

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American girls have sweet sixteen. Filipino families with enough money celebrate a debut at age 18 ... We, in our family, need a tradition to celebrate the 15^th birthday. Some Latin cultures do this with Quinceanera. That is not a cherry-popping celebration, but in this family, it will be.

It's 6:30pm. Rose is all done up! She is in a burgundy dress with a back that plunges down to just above her ass and a front that goes no further than it must to cover her B-cups. There are straps above that and down the back, but that's all above. The length is only low enough to cover her thong and allow her to sit with the skirt folded under her. There is no bra. Her sandals are four-inch high burgundy heels with rhinestones. Her little purse is also burgundy with rhinestones. I put an orchid in her hair. She has no stockings on. We put some Bulgari perfume on her. She looks and smells great.

I thought about getting her on birth control but I think Jake is unable to have babies. Neither Gel nor Nic2x has any birth control and they have not gotten pregnant. I stopped the pills and I have not gotten pregnant either. So I decided against doing that for Rose. She is without any protection.

There was no lunch today – due to the late breakfast. Supper was a version of a buffet with lots of the past week's leftovers, all reheated in bowls plus rice. Take and eat what you want, when you want. It started at 3pm and by 5pm we all but Jake and Rose have eaten. Lena will leave at 7:30pm. We present Rose to Jake at 7pm. Rose looks like a woman, not a girl and Jake treats her as any man would an attractive and available woman.

She really is beautiful. Jet black hair. Straight and the length of her shoulder blades. Her complexion is perfect; not a pimple anywhere. She is thin but not skinny. She is the tallest female in the house now. Still a size '0' or XS. She weighs 46 kilo (101 pounds). She wears size 6 shoes below her flawless calves. She is special.

Before they leave the house, Jake pins a lovely white gardenia corsage on the strap of Rose's dress. Where he got it, I have yet to learn. They go out to a very nice restaurant in a nearby town. Rose is not old enough for alcohol ... but Gel and Lena don't drink alcohol either. Jake orders steak and shoe string potatoes. Rose has grilled tuna with wild rice. They share a sacher torte for desert. Jake drives to a place he likes for the view and Rose and he talk for a while. Jake secretly texts us before they arrive back at 11pm. We are all hidden away in bedrooms when they walk into a dark house.

Jake escorts Rose to his bedroom. Gel and I have removed all our photos and stuff from the nightstands. We have a negligee and a silk robe for Rose hanging up in the room. Rose takes them and enters the master bathroom. When she exits she has shed all for the bedroom wear. Jake is ready for her in the bed and pulls back the covers for her. Rose slides in. Jake and Rose both know that he is not trying to seduce her. He is there to accept her as a mistress and she is there to give Jake her precious virginity. No one is playing any games. All the cards are face up.

Rose has given Jake head before. She will not do so tonight. Whatever they talked about before coming home seems to have helped them set the mood they needed as Jake takes Rose in his arms and kisses her as 'his' for the first time. They both take their time touching each other. Learning the other's body and caressing the places that feel so nice. There is no rush and no clock is running. They have all the time they need and both know it. Jakes fingers work a path from the soles of Rose's feet to the top of her head; along the way taking many quiet detours.

He spends time with her breasts. He has never seen a woman respond as strongly as Rose does when he starts sucking on her breasts. He flicks her nipples with his tongue and it is almost too much for Rose.

Rose is patiently working Jake's cock, tracing the underside with her lips and then nipping the underside in a playful manner. She climbs on top of Jake.

Is this how Cin did it?

How do you know about that?

Cin told me. Is this how she did it?

I was asleep. She tricked me. Did she tell you that?

Yes, but she wasn't fifteen yet. If she had been, would she have had to trick you?

Probably not.

Good, because I don't want to trick you. I want you to want me and take me. Do you Jake? Do you want me even though you already have four women?

I do want you, Rose, beautiful Rose.

And with that, Rose slowly slides her pussy down onto Jake's dick. Stopping to accommodate the hymen that gives way and then, moving down until Jake's cock is hitting her in her deepest recesses. Then there is the waiting to see if anything causes discomfort. There is no discomfort. So a slow and steady rhythm develops. Neither of them is in a rush; both want to draw out the encounter.

Jakes hands slide up and down Rose's sides, over her breasts and down over her thighs as they are spread around and over him. He runs his fingers through her hair, over her cheeks, down her neck, over her breastbone. She is beautiful.

Her hands are planted on Jake's chest as she moves up and down on his cock, his dick, his penis. She wants to feel all of him inside her. She knows she can never own him, but she can come close to owning him. He will never ask her to leave. She has him as her lover for as long as she wants and as long as he lives. That much is clear from all she knows about all that happens in this house. She has read about men who leave wives after getting them pregnant, about men who hit wives, about marriages that are too painful to even think about.

Jake is too old. She knows that. Jake is pogi ... even if he doesn't think so. Jake will love her and respect her. But he will never be hers alone, but that means she can have me too and that is something marriage to someone else cannot give her. She looks down at Jake, while slowly and lovingly moving up and down.

You know I am not going away. I know what's at stake and I am not going to leave you for another guy, don't you?

No I don't, Rose. Why won't you?

I don't have the English, Jake, but I am not leaving you.

What are you hoping to get out of this?

What I already have. You, Cin, Gel – she was awesome last night – safety, love, and a family that holds me tight.

I'm not a nice guy, Rose.

Good, turn me over, fuck me hard and make me your whore, you bastard! I want to be owned by you.

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Chapter 12