The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Birthday thoughts...15
I’m done for the night, and well aware that before Lorie turns eighteen, she may be pregnant.
The morning brings another hectic day. First marked off the list is the purchase of another bike. The one I get has more engine and it’ll be mine. It’s not a monster, but at 250cc the Honda CMX250C4 has far more power than the other two and is a far more comfortable ride.
The gals are busy purchasing everything we need for our kitchen. The only really pricy thing, on their list, is a fridge. While at the place we buy it, I also get a small air conditioner for my bedroom. Both will be delivered for the sum of four bucks by the appliance store.
In the process, I learn that they don’t call air conditioners by that name. They call them ‘aircons.’ Fridges are not call fridges, but ‘refs.’ I guess I caused a few rolled eyes today. It’s good to know I can be the comic relief.
I have brought my tablet into Tacloban, as I have no WiFi at the house. We have applied for a wireless WiFi antenna install from Globe Telecom, and I guess we will get it in a few days. In the meantime, I need to be in town here to check my email.
I’m glad I did. The real estate guy says while, theoretically, what I said makes sense, it doesn’t work that way in reality. I need to do what he says.
I guess carpet will have to wait until I get back, but I have the contractor arrange to get the house painted the same color. Just a new coat. Nevertheless, I mention the carpet issue to him, and that I’ll have to do that when I return.
My friend with the Filipina wife is asking, what has happened? Have I found a gal? When am I coming back? I non-answer answer him.
My bank has sent me a scan of the transmittal document for the wire transfer.
There is, of course plenty of spam. All the normal spam: penis enlargement; Nigerian funds transfers; hot babes; illegal drugs. There needs to be a way to weed this shit out!
I log back into the dating website to close it down again, but there are two message replies I guess I need to look at first. The gal from here who didn’t answer before, has answered now. She wants to meet. The other is from one of the gals who blew me off. She has changed her mind.
I don’t tell either of them that I’ll meet them. I tell each that I already have some gals living with me here in Santa Rita. I tell them I’m closing this account and give them my phone number, but tell them I’m unlikely to meet with them. Still, if they want to share their numbers with me, I’ll keep them in mind.
Following that, I do close the account down.
I’m back in Santa Rita by late afternoon. Cincer, Bim and Nelia are all still in Tacloban. Lorie and Ann are at the house. The aircon has been installed in my bedroom, and I decide to take a hot shower and a nice cool afternoon nap.
Turning on the aircon first, I get my shower and enter back into a now nicely cooled bedroom. Temporary curtains have been hung over the windows, and the room is reasonably darkened. I gather, however, that my nap will have to wait. Ann is in the bed, fully clothed, waiting for me.
Clothed or not, I think I know what she is here for, and while it was not what I was intending, I’m willing to accommodate her. So, don’t you have too much clothing on if you are wanting to join me in bed?
Po, I OK with that, but Reyna ask to see you now. You want her?
Who?
Reyna. You meet her on the website and give her your cell. She want to meet you.
I don’t know which one that is. It’s not a name that was used on the site. I told two that I was already living with you gals and wasn’t adding any more.
But, duh, you gave your cellphone number so now she want to come.
As I’m not going anywhere right now, why do you have your clothing on?
Because she lives next door! She want to come, Po.
She knows I live here?
Duh! Of course, yes. Everyone here see a white guy move in with some Filipinas and then you tell her you move here with Filipinas. Why she not know?
How old is she?
Why you ask?
Because I think I would know which one she is based on age.
You wrong.
How can you be sure?
She my age. You think the one you message my age?
No, I didn’t but that’s enough information. She can’t come over.
Why that?
Because I don’t want to be killed by her mother or father.
Why that? No one kill you.
Why’re you so sure?
I talk with her. She live with her sister and her partner. Mother and father, they gone, long time ago.
OK, so her sister and the gal’s partner will kill me.
You are crazy. I talk to them. They ask about you. I tell them the truth. There no problem. It OK with them.
Ann, are you going to eat that girl’s cunt? Is that girl going to eat Lorie’s cunt? Get real! I told her I’m not adding. I did it for a number of reasons. But she needs to be happy to have those things happen to be OK here. You know that. Now I’m either going to fuck you or I’m going to take a nap. Which is it?
Sorry, Po. Ri say same as you. But, Po, she really pretty and really nice.
Ann, there are many good looking Filipinas here, and I am sure there are even more nice ones. That can’t be the only things. There are five of you. That really is more than enough.
I go and tell Reyna. She must want to do like Ri say, or you say no.
Ann, I haven’t said yes under any circumstances. For now it’s no without exceptions. I told her no, and it remains no.
But that not right. OK, if you not message her then why she try to join, but you message her. … Po, you not angry with me for saying this?
No, I’m not angry for telling me what you think. I need to know it. Look, maybe I’ll change my mind, but for now it’s no.
OK, OK. I tell her. Not now, and never unless she ready to do like Ri say. OK? That right?
Yes, that is fine.
And with that, I get to take a nap.
How was your day, Ira?
I’m having my first home cooked meal. Nelia was the cook today. The meal is, I’m told, a traditional dish called pakbet1. They say they didn’t make it the normal way because I would not like the taste of something called bagoong. I take them at their word on this. The version Nelia has made uses coconut milk and is delicious.
It’s Bim who asks me the question and I can see she is not the only one looking for a response.
Good! I got a really nice motorcycle this morning. You know you can make the trip to the city in twenty-five minutes?
No! You go too fast, Ira. That dangerous! Go slower, please! It not good if you get hurt.
OK, I’ll go slower. … So with the aircon? And the ref? I’m saying that right? OK? Well, with both of them here plus the new bike, it has been a very good day. … And whoever put the curtains up in the bedroom, thank you. That was really nice. And on top of all that, I got a Big Mac at MickeyD’s. It has been a really good day.
Ira, there is more. I hear from Ri and Ann. What happen?
Nothing happened. Someone else wanted to join us and I said no. That is all. So nothing happened.
But the girl lives right here, right?
OK, so how many other Filipinas will live close to us in the future? Is that a reason to say, OK, you can join?
This is one you message, right?
Yes.
And she want?
Yes, that’s what Ann tells me.
Why you say no?
You know why. There has to be an end to adding. There are five of you. That’s enough. And that doesn’t even cover the fact that she is another one who has lied about her age and she is not comfortable with being with other gals.
You allow the age lying with Ri and Ann. Allow it now. No difference.
Even if I do overlook the age issue, and I really don’t want to, the sex issue remains, as does the fact that I really want to be done adding.
All this conversation is taking place as I’m almost wolfing down the pakbet. It’s damned good! Well, OK, I wouldn’t put it in the same level as a McRib, but I do like it.
Cincer has been silent, allowing Bim to carry the ball, but she offers, OK, so no new ones who you not contact on the website. This one you have. She is of that group. If she OK with the sex part, maybe you should allow.
Ann, has she had to quit her job to seek admission?
Po, I not understand.
Bim gets the point and offers, Ira, she not do anything like that. You know this. You not leave her in worse situation. No one say you do. I agree with Cincer. I think Nelia, and Ri agree too. Ann say she understand the sex thing but think we are being wrong in that.
How old is she?
Ann say she the same age.
Yes, I know that, but how old is she really, Bim?
Ann say…
Bim!
OK, OK. I find out. Sorry.
Tonight my bed is peopled by Nelia and Cincer. As it is, I have too many companions. The simple fact is that I’m more than fond of each of them. If we add more gals, it’s actually unfair to those who are already here, unless I, as a person, am irrelevant to them and the only relevant thing is my money and the security it offers.
There’s something to that. I don’t have a clue how much. Am I not equally getting the stability of companionship that will endure even if one or two of them turn sour? So in a way, I’m just as mercenary as I think they are. Not completely, on either side of the coin, but some on both.
When it comes to Nelia, for some reason, we have a connection that is unique and outside the mercenary track, but I can’t understand what it is. I don’t know a thing about her and she has, in her own way, simply offered up nothing. I surely can’t figure out the Jesus stuff she comes up with.
Tonight’s pairing is the odd couple. Cincer is my most trusted of advisors. She is smart; far smarter than I am, and probably the smartest of us all. That she has thrown her lot in with me is a lucky happenstance. It’s not that we have something special. With Cincer, it’s more like, both of us sees that we are better together. We are and I never want to lose her. She shines in all she does. But, her heart? Yeh, I’m not sure how much I have her heart in the deepest sense.
Oh, our relationship is more than purely transactional, but how much more I can’t tell you.
Like I say, the two are as different from each other in their connection with me as there is with any of the gals.
And yet… there are times in their different ways they argue for the same things. Both of them argued for Lorie and both of them are for this Reyna.
We are just snuggling. The showers are completed. The aircon is on as is the fan. The room is wonderfully comfortable this second night in Santa Rita. We are chatting about how the house is coming together and things we will like to do in the future. Nelia mentions that the stairs here are placed wrong.
Why?
Ira, when the front door open to the stairs, all good luck run out the door!
Huh? What?
Ira, why you think Nelia, she is tall. There Chinese in her. That why. The thing about the stairs? That a Chinese idea. It not Filipino.
Nelia, do you have Chinese blood?
I not know.
How much do you know of your family?
Nothing.
What? How can you know nothing?
Orphan, Ira. I am orphan. No parents.
All your life.
Oo.
You lived on an orphanage?
Oo. I pray for someone to adopt me but no one do this. The Sisters say, ‘Be patient, Nelia. Jesus have a plan for you. Wait. It will happen. You never know until Jesus send you the path. Then you must follow it. Never doubt Jesus.’ So I wait. I wait long time. And then I old enough to leave the orphanage. I do and I not know what I will do. I ask a Sister, maybe I be a Sister too, but she say, she not think this my path. … Sorry, sorry for telling this. You not want to hear my tale. Sorry. I just not know. Maybe it true I chinnoy. How I know?
No need to apologize! I’m glad you told us. How long after the Sister told you that you have a different path before I see your message to me on the website?
Maybe a year. I send messages, but there are no answers. Not one. So I pray. I say to Jesus, OK, maybe this not my path. If no one answer this next message, I will find a different path. I not say anything different in my message to you. Same as before. You were my last. The one I tell Jesus, it is my last.
I see. Why do you think Jesus wants me to take all of you?
That what Jesus want you to do. He send you to give a path to us who need one. If Reyna want to join, it because she need a path. Ri, she needed a path. I know this and I right! We all need this. Cincer need this. Ask her.
I look at Cincer. She is crying.
You OK?
Oo. Nelia, maybe she is right about Jesus. Maybe I too stupid to see the plan Jesus have for us. Maybe I too hard in my heart to allow Jesus to speak to me, but maybe Jesus not care my heart is hard. Maybe he think I still need this path.
There is deep inside every Filipino, it seems, a deep spiritual world of belief. Oh, we have evangelicals in the US, but this is qualitatively different. It isn’t concerned with saving the souls of others. It’s the comfort of believing in a loving God, who will in the final tally, take you into his arms. In a way, and maybe I’m pontificating out my ass, it’s more like the fervency of rural southern Blacks in the USA and how they see ‘mother church.’
As hard-edged as I see Cincer to be, strip the veneer off and there it is.
I gather both of these gals into my arms and hold them tight. They wrap up, in my arms, and in each other’s arms. Kisses are distributed equally with Cincer kissing Nelia as often and fervently as kissing me. We are a hot mess. Both gals crying a bit and moaning too.
And then… yeh, and then Nelia says to Cincer, We must do all for Ira. Jesus give us him. We will show Jesus we understand. We must feed the heart of Ira. He will protect our hearts. And at that moment, Nelia slides down and takes my manhood in her mouth. It gives one a real appreciation of the benefits of prayer.
Cincer’s lips seek mine. The kisses are not soft. Her tongue is deep in my mouth as her tears wet my cheeks. Her hands are in my hair. Her chest heaves and shakes. She is a hot mess.
At the very same time, Nelia has my nuts in a vice with her hand as she works my cock with authority and energy. As the predicate to her application of her mouth on my manhood had not been erotic, I started out completely limp. I’m limp no longer.
No, I’m not limp at all. What I’m needing is more than her mouth. But to do what I want interrupts Cincer. I’m having a fight in my heart about moving the gals around to achieve what I want, when Jesus must have whispered in Nelia’s ear, because she disconnects her mouth and mounts me from above.
I’m deep in her hot cunt as she rides me. With Cincer still kissing me, and seemingly pushing her heart through her lips as each moment passes, I’m taken to a place that is pure emotion. Logic has no seat at this table. I feel. I do not think. Intense waves of emotion, of loving, of caring, of needing, and finally of needing to plant seeds overwhelm me. And they wend their way from my nuts to Nelia’s cunt via cum.
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1 - Pakbet is the contracted form of the Ilocano word pinakebbet and refers to the traditional Filipino recipe of Pinakbet.
2 - You are foolish.
3 - Ethnically a Chinese Filipino.
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