A quiet life, or an approximation there of
Brandy and jazz. It is a perfect combination. I am relaxed. Jezryl has brought home a case of wine, five of one and seven of the other. I gather she just about wiped out the store’s stock of the Moscoto and she did wipe out all the Riesling. Jecim knew how much money would be needed and had supplied Jezryl with sufficient funds out of my wallet. Lucky me. My wallet is now the in-house ATM.
If it were for me alone, my wine selection would be drier and loaded with reds. But until recently, I have shared wine with my wife, and she, like all Filipinas I know, prefer sweet wines.
Many prefer the deep red Mogen David wine that I gather are kosher wines. I just can’t handle that much sweetness and steered Charline to these two whites. She was OK with it and I figured it was a compromise I could live with. Now with these three, that compromise is set in stone once again.
The wine is not as expensive per bottle as is the brandy, but my brandy lasts for far more days before it’s gone.
And yes the brandy I prefer is pricey. I could buy far less expensive stuff, but the taste just doesn’t compare.
It’s my vice. There are far more dangerous vices in this world. Until Jecim and Jezryl entered my bed, the vice of young girls was not one I entertained. I saw no value in the risk that it brought with it. I assumed, evidently wrongly, that there would be no way to live with such a young one in a manner than made any sense. What would we have in common?
But the fact is I probably didn’t have much in common with Charline, who is older, and I had even less in common with her mother and father, who are even closer to my age.
The worlds that nurtured us were so radically different, as to deny any significant common ground based on age. The odd thing is that I may have more common ground with the younger ones in some ways, just based on understanding of technology and international cultural happenings. They have been exposed to more outside influences than have the older generations.
Still, as much as they tolerate my jazz, I suspect it is a taste that they have not fully acquired.
I am drifting off to something new, a recording by Ahmad Jamal, Poinciana from the Blue Moon release. It is a perfect piece for me at this moment. My eyes are closed. I am flowing along with the snare and piano as I feel a tap on my arm. Myra hands me my cellphone. There is a text message from Jomar.
Rumor your wife is in trouble in the USA. There talk she asking for money to return. She not have money and lose her BF when he find out that she not have your money.
I text back.
What should I do? What are my rights?
His answer is less than helpful, as he answers,
It best she not return.
I agree, but what can I do?
We will wait. I will talk to her family and say, don’t send the money. Maybe she not come. If she do, we will do something.
That this is not good news is simply to speak the truth. I never want to see her again. There is no way that I want her back in my life. It may be not that long since she left, but the damage is done. I was just a conveyance for her to get from A to B and once she got to B, she got off the bus. I gather that her plan has failed and she might want to go back to A. That is no good. It’s not good, even if she didn’t want to find a new B once she got back, there is no way I want to see her, let alone touch her ever again. Let her live with that, for a very long time.
Her coming back will cause me a number of problems. She owns the house. She has every right to enter it. Maybe I can get a restraining order, but I doubt it. It could be a major fucking mess. A mess I don’t need. And then there is the issue of the two underage girls. Myra is a complication but she is not underage.
Trouble Rolie?
Not yet. Maybe in the future, but no, not now.
That was Jecim’s uncle?
Yes.
He your friend?
Yes.
Good. It good to have a PNP officer be a friend. He approve Jecim be here?
Yes, he recommended it.
Good. Then it will be OK.
From your mouth to God’s ear, Myra.
What?
Just a saying I learned as a child.
Say it again, please.
From your mouth to God’s ear.
As in, may it be so?
Yes, I guess.
I don’t think our Padre would approve of how you say it. Even if you mean it in a good way.
Then your padre needs to lighten up. Besides, what would your padre say about you living here, or what will happen tonight?
She giggles. I not tell him! Best that way!
And in that, I am very sure she speaks the truth.
The question doesn’t arise on either of these two girls’ minds whether I have a clue of how to be with two females at one time.
They might do well to ask. I have not an iota of an idea. The reason I suggested it, is because I don’t want jockeying for who gets in my bed and therefore is first in my heart. If I put two of them in the same room, at the same time, I take that concept and essentially shred it. They will succeed or fail as a team of two.
And that, given how I feel about them and our relative positions in the world, is a pretty good match. They are here because it is their self-interest. It is possibly in Charline’s self-interest to see if she can return to me. She can’t, at least not willingly on my part, but that is the way of the world. I have the blinders off now. There is no putting them back on.
I have no idea as to what is to happen tonight. Myra appears to be in the same position, but Jezryl suffers no such impediment. It seems that this is not a new field she will plow.
Before we came upstairs, Jecim came to me, with the other two in attendance, put her arms around me and wished me a very good night with my two companions before giving me a good kiss, a squeeze on the family jewels, followed by a sexy exit into the downstairs bedroom.
Now up in my bedroom, Jezryl has taken control, suggesting I sit on the bed and enjoy the show for a while. And a show it is. She whispers in Myra’s ear, who seems to accept the instruction. Jezryl then slowly circles around Myra, with one hand touching hips, belly, hips, and back. Once again, this time the hand is higher, as it caresses breasts as it passes. Again, a third time, now very slowly as Myra’s stretchy blouse is lifted up and finally removed.
Myra is facing me. Jezryl is behind her. Jezryl’s hands extend around Myra, sliding her hands under the stretchy leggings and slowly, oh so slowly, pulling them down as Myra sways her hips in a circular manner and sucks on her own fingers. Myra steps out of the leggings that are now on the floor.
Jezryl rises slowly, her hands caressing calves, thighs, hips, and belly, before squeezing the cups of Myra’s bra and her breasts there within. Jezryl kisses Myra’s cheek, before withdrawing her right hand. It goes to Myra’s back and unhooks the bra her left hand holding the bra in its place.
Now both hands cup Myra’s breasts underneath the cups and the bra drops to the floor. Jezryl squeezes and plays with her captive’s breasts. Myra is clearly enjoying the attention as she pushes her ass back against Jezryl.
Jezryl has each nipple between fingers, torturing them in a manner. It is far more aggressive, than I have ever been with a woman’s breasts. Myra is responding, but Jezryl is not done. She pulls the small almost thong like panty covering Myra’s pussy to the side of the girl’s labia and attacks the clit.
Myra cusses and bucks hard. The attack is not short lived and Myra is cussing up a storm as she is mauled.
Finally, Jezryl stops, and drags Myra to the bed, pushes her onto hand and knees as she instructs me to disrobe and fuck the girl in this position.
Seeing no reason to argue, I get with the program and mount Myra, who only cries out a little as I ram in hard.
Jezryl makes short work of stripping down and gets higher on the bed, her back on the headboard and her cunt right below Myra’s face. She pulls the girl’s face down to her cunt and I hear the instruction given. Eat me. Make me happy and I bring you back with me next time!
Myra dives into Jezryl’s cunt. I am fucking Myra and looking right at Jezryl, who is looking right at me. She has a big smile on her face. She is licking her lips and bucking her hips. The feeling is good but I signal to Jezryl that I want to mount Myra from the front. She smiles and mouth’s, without speaking, no problem.
I back out and Jezryl backs off. I turn Myra over and mount her again. She seems to be more than happy with the switch. Jezryl moves and has me pull Myra’s legs up with her ass a bit elevated off the bed. She climbs over, straddles Myra’s head and lowers her cunt onto Myra’s face. She wiggles her cunt all over the lower girl’s face, anointing Myra with fluid on cheeks, nose, chin and forehead before Myra takes control of Jezryl’s hips and goes to work on her bedmate’s cunt.
Jezryl leans towards me, grabbing both me and Myra’s legs, and brings me in for a prolonged spit swapping kiss that continues to last as I fuck away.
Jezryl whispers in my ear. Cum in her tonight. Cum in me in the morning. We not leaving. Do it. No using the condoms you bought. You waste money. She giggles and then gasps as I gather Myra must have done something very right, down below.
I am 67. I have no business creating babies. I was testing their desire to stay before. I no longer need to test and while the fantasy of getting them pregnant remains, the sanity of doing so eludes me.
Myra has had her attention split between me and Jezryl but Jezryl backs off as I continue pounding Myra. Jezryl is kissing Myra. Myra is cumming hard, bucking hard. She screams at me. Do it! Please! Do it!
I do, and God as my witness, it feels like I am emptying my loins fully into her. It is almost painful. I am spent.
Myra is on one side and Jezryl is on the other. Both want to snuggle. It’s a bit on the warm and sweaty side for me. I am happy to be with them, but they need to give me a little space.
The giving of the space evidently ends the silence and triggers a need to talk. This is a side effect that I had not prepared for, as my mind is pretty well fried and my body is done in for the night.
Myra is the older one, but Jezryl seems to be more in her own element and it is she who breaks the sweet silence.
Rolie, you know about Filipino families?
What about them? What are you trying to tell me?
You know how we like to see each other, to be close?
Sure.
You know how if there is more room there, and not as much here, we move around to where there is more room?
I think I understand what she is asking and I am not going to like where this is going, if I am right. What’s your point Jezryl? You didn’t have a family unit at all before. There was no one there. That was why you were selling sex.
I have a sister. She lives with neighbors who lived next to us before my parents die.
How old is she?
She fourteen.
And you want her to live here?
Yes.
I am sorry Jezryl, but it is dangerous enough for me that you live here. I can’t take in a younger girl. It is not safe for me.
Why?
You know why. Don’t be foolish.
I take care of her. She not be a problem.
That is not what I mean and you know it.
I not know. Why?
Damnit Jezryl there is no parent for the child in this home. It will look like she is here for sex.
So? Why that matter?
Myra, can you explain it to your friend?
Roland, I know why you say this, and maybe it true other times. This different. All know Jezryl the only family the girl have. They know she unable to take her sister until now. They know she able to take her sister now because she lucky to live here. No one think it wrong if she here. And Roland?
Yes?
It not a problem that Jezryl live here. It known she sell sex and that you take her in and protect her. No one complain that. No problem. No one think you take her virginity. It OK for her to be here.
Myra are you going to ask to include family members here too?
She smiles, sticks out her tongue, before answering, No, silly. No need. I am youngest. No need. But Roland, maybe they can visit me here? Come for supper sometimes? My mother too?
Really? Your mother wants to come to this house where you live as one of three mistresses?
Why not?
OK, OK, Yes to your request Myra. Jezryl, I am not sure about your request. I will talk to Jomar about it and see what he thinks.
Jomar will agree. It will be OK.
We will see.
Text him.
I will, tomorrow.
Do it now.
It is too late.
It not. Do it now.
Tomorrow, Jezryl.
But she is closer to the nightstand where my cellphone sits. She grabs it, rifles through my contacts until she finds Jomar and taps out something in Cebuano.
The next thing I know, the phone rings. Jezryl is still holding it. She accepts the call and speaks. The conversation goes on for a while and I have no idea as to what is being said. Myra, possibly sensing my irritation, rubs my back a bit.
Eventually, Jezryl hands the phone to me. Jomar wants to speak with me.
Roland, it OK. The girl can be with you. No one will question this. It is right for the younger one to be with her older sister. Do not worry. It not a problem for you.
Thank you for the advice Jomar. I am sorry we bothered you so late at night.
You are welcome. My niece say you are a very good man, just like we hear. We are very lucky. Do not worry about Charline. I go to her family tonight. I warn them to not allow her to return.
You can really do that?
Yes, why not?
I see. Thank you again, for all your help. Good night, Jomar.
Yes, yes, OK, good night.
I look at Jezryl. I don’t know what to think. Evidently her sister is to be added to the household. That much is clear. That I don’t really want this is irrelevant. It is to be in conformance with cultural expectations. To not do it might well raise more issues than doing it.
A question forms in my weary brain. Jezryl, are you going to keep your sister safe and pure, or are you going to put her in my bed?
What you want?
Oh, good God. Really? I want to sleep.
Morning. Morning brings no clarity to the discussion that never really ended last night. Myra is long gone. She has to be at work this morning and the pharmacy opens at seven.
Jezryl, however, is still here as I rise to piss and shower. She gets up too and starts to follow me into the bathroom.
Jezryl, can you wait please, at least until I am done peeing?
I will help you. A big grin spreads across her face. A confused look crosses mine. She grabs my hand, leads me to the toilet bowl, lifts the lid and seat, holds my dick so as to aim it and informs me to let it rip.
I have never in all my years ever encountered, envisioned, or ever heard of such a thing. How can you take a leak when some little beauty has her hands on your dick? I freeze. But I do need to piss and eventually the muscles relax and a yellow stream arcs into the bowl below.
When I complete, she shakes my dick vigorously before wiping the tip with a bit of toilet paper. I think we are done and I am moving to take my shower when she starts pulling me back to the bedroom.
We fuck first, then you shower!
I am not in the mood, but I suspect she can get me there. Last night, she said she wanted me to give her cum this morning. Does she feel sexy at all? Is she horny, or is this a ‘job’ for her; something she does as she thinks it is needed?
We are back on the bed and the fact that I have just taken a piss doesn’t seem to slow her down a bit as she starts giving me head. Is she good at it? Hell yes, she is.
It doesn’t take long for this teenager to get me rigid and ready to go. That being all she wanted from the activity, she pulls me on top of her and seeks my entry into her cunt.
Who am I to refuse the offer? I plunge in to a hot and damp pussy. It feels beyond good. It feels like I was a fool for not understanding how much I should be wanting this. She is smiling up at me. She knows I am more than happy to be inside her.
I am not close to cumming, but that just doesn’t matter. This feels so good. She feels so good. She is pretty and so young. I feel every movement of her muscles. I feel her lubricating, her tensing and her orgasms as they roll through her body and around my dick.
She knows I want her. She sees it in my eyes. She feels it in my actions. And finally she feels it in the hot cum that fills her cunt.