The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Birthday thoughts...20
I didn’t… I mean…
Yes, I know. Do us both a favor. Don’t pursue your fantasy. It isn’t going to end up as simply as you would wish. It’s not my culture that’s the problem. It’s yours.
All I get is a nod, as she steps back and I take off.
It’s a hell of a way to start a Friday.
Once back home, I give Ann the word that Reyna may come to her about a kid in trouble and that under no circumstance is the kid to end up with us. I’m pretty sure Ann gets the point.
I then sit down with Cincer and Lorie and fill them in on parts of the conversation with Debbie. Cincer is rolling her eyes. There’s no way the gal is getting a pass by my guardian. Lorie, however, is giggling. Hell, if Debbie wants to eat her pussy, Lorie is ready.
I don’t think Debbie has the appetite, but what the fuck do I know? Hopefully, we will never have to find out. I think I may have scared her off. At least I hope so.
After the confusing start to my Friday, the rest is on greased skids. It just slides by. Bin has enrolled Niana in school and orders three uniforms for the kid. I’m told two is the norm and minimal, but three provides for grace and ease. At about six hundred pesos per uniform, I don’t have a problem with the expense.
If I had flown back to the States now, and I guess I could have, I would not have needed to extend my visa, but the house is still getting work done on it, and I figure I need to spend a few more days with the gals before I leave.
The only other thing of note today is that we finally get Internet access. I succeed in connecting my tablet to the WiFi. I’m thinking of leaving it with the gals when I go back to the States. When I come back next time, I’ll bring my laptop.
When I ask Lorie to be with me tonight, quite on her own, to say that she is surprised is to under-report her response. What she does is nod and stare, with eyes as wide as they might ever get. It’s pretty funny.
I don’t see Debbie as I pick up Reyna this afternoon. The ride back is a bit different. Not only does Reyna hold on to me. Her cheek is attached to my shoulder the entire time and my shoulder is wet from tears. I’ve no idea why.
When we get to the house, I get a kiss, and, I love you. Truly. Nothing else. She just walks into the house, while I’m putting the bike where it’ll sit for the rest of the night. Other than for the supper meal, I don’t think I’ll see Reyna again.
Lorie is my shadow. I’ve mentioned it before. I don’t mention that it’s all the time, every day, and at all meals. It would be horribly repetitive to restate it time and time again, but that’s the reality of it.
That she will have me alone tonight is causing even more of the hanging on than is normal, which is excessive to begin with. Cincer just thinks it’s funny. Ann thinks it’s weird. Nelia thinks it’s sweet. Bim puts up with it. I’ve no idea what Reyna thinks about it.
Lorie’s birthday is in eighteen days. I’ve not decided if I’ll be here for that, but I suspect I should. I suspect I should bed her on that day. That’s just a gut feeling, but there it is, in any case.
I mentioned before that Bim didn’t follow me into the shower and, considering the shower, I didn’t figure it possible here. I now have to amend that. Lorie insists on showering with me and washing me. I figure I need to wash her in return. I didn’t think it was possible here. Allow me to be wrong.
There’s something simply sensual about Lorie’s connection to the world in general, and to me specifically. It isn’t as much dripping sexual desire at all moments as it’s a physical connection that announces its presence in a very sensual nature. If Cincer is the cerebral actor, Lorie is the other side of that coin. Tonight there are no distractions, and it’s directed fully at me, and me alone. I’ve heard it said that our bodies are sexual in total. Yeh, it’s an interesting concept, but when it comes to Lorie, she lives it. Tonight, once out of the shower and on the bed, she starts with my toes.
I’m not kidding. She is kissing and making love to my toes. And then to the arches of my feet and my heels. She makes sweet love to my calves.
She does not want me to reciprocate. She wants me to accept her love. By the time her mouth reaches my cock I’m climbing the walls and I damned well tell her to move to a different style of lovemaking or accept the consequences of her actions.
Lorie relents. I roll her over and fuck her hard. Truly little Lorie, not yet eighteen-year-old Lorie, is looking up at me in odd hero worship as my cock pounds her cunt.
It makes no damned sense. None. What the fuck will happen should she bear me a child? Why is she so attached to me? And… why am I so attached to her?
She is looking up at me. What does she see? What she is, is a kid who has a load of cum in her cunt.
Ann spoke with Reyna last night. And now, this morning, Ann is chewing me out. I evidently failed to tell Reyna that she is now a landowner. The kid learned it from Debbie, who told Reyna that she is damned lucky to have such a good husband. And then, Debbie launched into the tale of the kid without any family who has nothing, and why won’t we help the kid?
And there you have it. That’s the reason for the tears yesterday.
As to what we can do, the answer is probably nothing. Not every problem has a solution.
We have reached a weekend, so no school for Reyna or Niana. Bim is busy with housework as Niana just trails behind her mom and is being loved on by all the other gals in the house. I suspect the kid will adjust just fine.
I decide to take the bike and ride around Samar with Ann as my guide. It’s a fun day of no real significance. I get to see more of where I live and spend time with the only one of us who actually knows the area. Yes, Reyna is from here, but her experience has been far more circumscribed than has been Ann’s.
Nothing I learn today is particularly important, other than it seems to me most homes here are based on the concept of impermanence. They are designed to not last, or maybe more accurately, there’s the concept that, as the weather will do its best to destroy them anyway, why tempt the fates? Just go with the flow. And yes, I know that’s a pun.
Ann and I nibble our way through the day as we ride around. A bite here, another small thing a bit later. Nothing is formal. And, in that way, we chew through the day. We arrive back a little after five, to find Reyna’s sister visiting and, evidently, waiting for me, as when I step on to the terrace, she rises, sort’a bows before me, grabs my hand and brings it to her forehead.1
I’ve no clue what this is about, but Ann is right there with me and acts as an interpreter. She is respecting you because of what you do for Reyna and all of us.
Oh, well, I see. What am I supposed to do?
Nothing. Just give her a hug.
There’s something of a party again tonight. I’m getting the feeling that these parties are going to occur frequently; they are a sort of a drop-of-the-hat thing… a ‘hey, we have a reason to celebrate.’ But then again, maybe I’m wrong. I just haven’t been here long enough to know.
I enjoy the food and socialize with all the folks who just seem to appear from the neighboring homes, but the ride today has left me a little tired. I beg off and get to bed early while the rest continue with the party. It’s the first night I’m alone in the bed as I go to sleep.
I’m joined by others as the night progresses, but the others just sleep as well. You would think that, as I was the first to go to bed, I would be the first one up, but these gals are far younger than I am and they seem to require far less sleep than I do. Ann, Nelia, Lorie, and Reyna were here, but they are all gone when I’m finally ready to get out of bed.
As much as I was gone from the house yesterday, today I just hang out and listen to another book from Audible. As we now have WiFi, I check my email and look at some websites.
The gals are still busy getting the house whipped into shape, but that activity doesn’t touch me. They are being productive. I’m not.
The only thing of interest occurs mid-afternoon, when Cincer sits down by me, places her cellphone down on the table by me and asks, What did you tell Reyna’s teacher?
Excuse me?
Ira, what did you tell that woman?
What are you talking about?
She say, you tell her to be my friend. That true?
No.
Why she say it, if it not true?
CiCi, she said she wanted to be my friend. I told her that I wasn’t adding anyone and you were going to help me keep it that way. I told her that, unless she could get past you and convince Lorie that she should be accepted as a friend, it wasn’t going to happen… and that there was no way you would allow it. So, no, I didn’t say what she told you.
I get a smile and a kiss, before Cincer gets up and leaves to do God knows what.
I spend the next two weeks just hanging out, going on shopping trips for groceries, and getting a feel for living here. Each day I’m Reyna’s ride to and from. Bim takes Niana back and forth to the elementary school. It looks like Cincer may have secured employment at a business in Tacloban as a bookkeeper. Bim has taken on the role of primary homemaker, with the assistance of Nelia and Lorie.
While I see Debbie on occasion, there are no more discussions. She keeps her distance, and I’m perfectly happy that she does.
It seems fifteen-year-old Ann is setting herself up as a broker of sorts. She knows where there are deals to be made and who might need to be assisted in an acquisition. Now that she doesn’t have to worry about the basics: food, shelter and such; and now that she can use one of the bikes when needed, even if it isn’t legal for her to be operating a bike, she seems to have found her calling, as it were.
In the past two weeks, I’ve had bedmates every night. This is so different from being married that it begs the question of why a man would ever want to marry.
Today, in the US, is Halloween,2 but here they don’t celebrate it. It’s just another day. That works for me. I hope that no one will egg my place back home, as there’s no one there handing out treats.
In two days Lorie turns eighteen. In a weird way, that isn’t as important to me anymore. Considering that I’m bedding Ann and Reyna, Lorie’s age isn’t my real concern. It’s important to Lorie, and so, as it’s Sunday and her real birthday will be on Tuesday, we are having the party today.
Once again, there are people at the party whom I don’t know. There seems to be more, each time we have a party. The gals have previously met these folks, and so it’s not like they are complete unknowns. They’re just unknown to me.
A few of the females I don’t know are flirting with me, but I take it as playful silliness and ignore it. The guys all want me to drink with them, drink for drink. I’m just not going to do that, but I do have a few drinks with them before moving off with an excuse that I’m needed elsewhere.
I’ve been able to stay up to date with email now that we have WiFi. The house repairs are done and the new carpet has been laid. The painting will be finished this coming week.
The question arises, when do I leave here? I really don’t want to go, but I must, and it’s best I do it soon, as winter will set in before long.
I’ve been here for thirty-five days. My visa will not expire for a while, but I need to leave and leave soon. Maybe as soon as sometime next week. If I leave after Lorie’s birthday, the next one isn’t until the end of January. That will be Reyna’s.
The gals tell me I really should be here for New Year’s Eve, as it’s special here. I’m not sure why, but I see no reason to ignore them. Still, that does not give me a lot of time to wrap things up in the States. The longer I wait now the tighter that time frame becomes.
I want to talk with Bim and Cincer about it, but with the party tonight and Cincer working during the day tomorrow, the conversation will have to wait a good twenty-four hours.
I’m sitting inside the house, out of the view of the guys who want to get drunk with me. I’m not exactly hiding, but I guess I’m close to it.
Nelia finds me.
You OK, Ira?
Yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?
You not outside with everyone else.
Sweetheart, you gals sit with each other and the guys sit separate. Right?
Yes. You not do that where you come from?
Oh, a little but not as much. And where I come from, the guys don’t sit around trying to get drunk.
Oh. That the problem?
Yes, that’s the problem.
It our culture.
I gathered that, as none of the women seem to mind that their guys are getting seriously drunk. But it’s not something I will do. If I’m out there, they push alcohol on me and don’t understand why I don’t want to drink.
Then join us!
No, sweetheart, you gals want to gossip and I’m not part of that. It’s best if I just relax in here. Besides, I’ve some things on my mind. This quiet time is actually good for me.
It a problem? You have a problem?
No. It’s not that. It’s just that I need to go back to the States and sell what I have there. I need to end my life there. I can’t do that from here.
When you leave?
Maybe in a week. I’m not sure.
That is very soon! We not want that.
I know. But waiting creates problems.
Oh. I not know.
There’s no reason why you would.
How long you be gone?
I don’t really know. I’ll try to make it back as quickly as I can.
You tell CiCi yet?
No, I’m planning on telling Bim and her tomorrow night.
OK, I not tell anyone. Ira, me tonight?
That will be nice.
Good, then you take Lorie the next two nights. Before and after!
I do lie with Nelia tonight, but not alone. Ann is with us.
Here’s a question that I can’t wrap my head around. Why, when I’m fucking Ann I’m without a massive sense of wrongdoing, but when fucking Reyna it is there? Both are far too young. Yes, Reyna is a year younger than Ann, but really, they are both way too young. Besides, at the end of January, Reyna turns fifteen while Ann will still be fifteen. Granted, sixteen days later Ann will turn sixteen. But still… what’s the difference in my head? Is it because Ann is the more street savvy? Is that it?
The fact that cum is in Nelia tonight is not a matter of age. It’s simpler than that. Nelia asked for cum before we even started. But Ann will get her share of it soon enough. I’m not backing away from her. In point of fact, I’ve become very fond of Ann as a companion out of the bedroom. She has become a friend in a way that has surprised me. I never considered that I could have such a young friend.
The three of us find sleep long before the party ends.
Monday morning means me getting Reyna to school, Bim getting Niana to school, Cincer going to work, Ann texting others back and forth on a couple of projects she has going, while Nelia and Lorie get the housecleaning started.
We have established a routine, a way of life. It feels good. I know that it must change. Nelia will be the one to take Reyna to school when I’m gone. When I come back, I want to get started building a house, and that is going to create an entirely new routine. The one we have now can only be temporary.
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1 - Mano, a sign of respect.
2 - Oddly enough, some fifteen years later, Halloween has caught on in the Philippines.
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