The Ark

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

What will be anew...2

Ivy is with her aunt. It looks like Suzie may have a second cousin who is stepping up. We aren’t sure yet. So we may be down to one of the kids. I gather that this last one has no family of any sort that survived.

Of this last kid, no one uses her given name. She is called Pinky and is fourteen, which puts her a year behind Ten in school. When the kid was told the rule about me not interested in taking any one who does not request, she only said thank you. Nothing more has come up about it.

In other news, it seems that Debbie is blazing a path through the wives. In almost all cases, she has asked that she engage with two at the same time.

Dessa and Ten have spoken to Eva and Reyna. They are proposing that Debbie do them all at the same time. It’ll be a real school reunion of sorts. They see it as being a final challenge to Debbie’s attitude toward me and the school girls. I’m asked if I approve. All I say is this is not my decision, but it’ll be an interesting challenge for Debbie if it actually happens.

I’m thinking about Pinky when Elena sits down next to me.

You know why she not wanting to do girls?

Who?

Debbie.

OK, no, I don’t have a clue. I gather you do.

Her tita do her when she was young. She not want it then; it scare her. When your young wives do her long time ago, she think of her tita. She see herself as tita with the little girls. She hate herself. She angry at anyone who do young girls.

I see. Should I assume you have fixed her head on that problem?

Yes. It not a problem now. But maybe a new problem.

Please, no. No more problems.

Yes, now I think she likes young girls.

I have to smile.

Why you think this funny?

Because, you don’t know what Ten is planning. And I explain it to Elena. And now… Elena is smiling.

I ready now. You know, what the four do, it not necessary.

I didn’t ask or advise them to do what they did. That was all them, or more specifically, probably all Ten. But, yes, I’m aware it was an effort without a need. Elena told me as much.

She really special.

Elena? Yes, she is. When you say you are ready now, do you mean right now?

Yes. Right now. I tell Jessa. You busy for a while. Not to disturb you.

I’m hardly in the mood right now. For Christ’s sake, it’s ten-fifteen in the morning. While I can appreciate Debbie’s desire to nail this down, if you will pardon the phrase, I do prefer a more apropos time for such festivities. Regardless, down the hall we go.

When we enter the bedroom, surprise awaits me. Elena is here.

Here to push someone’s buttons?

Absolutely. You ready, handsome?

Really? Is there someone standing behind me?

Relax, Ira, this will be fun.

As all of this is going on, Debbie is shedding her clothing. Elena has damned little on as it is, just some hip-hugger panties and nothing else. I shed my clothes and, along with Debbie, get onto the bed, joining Elena, who is already on it.

My thought that Elena was going to be pushing my buttons disappears, as she goes after Debbie. In no time at all, Debbie is bouncing up off the mattress with serious orgasms. I’m nothing but a voyeur with a ringside seat, until Elena brings me in for a kiss and tells me to mount Debbie.

With all the visual stimulation I have received, I’m truly hard enough to mount the gal. I plunge in, and Elena renews her attack on her too. This is not love. This is raw, and simply over-the-top, sex, but, in Elena’s world, the love will come later. I have learned that about her and learned to trust her instincts.

Debbie’s orgasms are nonstop now, as I fuck her through one and into another. I’m not doing anything special, other than repeatedly running my cock into the gal. Elena is delivering the special sauce, and I’m too busy now to notice what that is.

Eventually, I do cum and, I suspect, Debbie is relieved to come back to earth following the physical expression of my desire now, deposited deep within her.

As I pull Debbie in for a kiss, Elena quietly leaves the bedroom. Debbie’s eyes are having a hard time focusing, as my lips meet hers and my hand totally cups a breast.

She kisses back sweetly.

For the first time in the nine years I have known this woman, we are sharing a gentle intimacy. For nine years we were combatants of a type. And now? And now, we share what seems to be a love for each other. Our bodies sated, and our hearts meeting in earnest repose. The touching is to explore without stimulation. The breathing is measured and slow. The smiles are not fakes, but guides. Eyes meet in sweet, shy, innocent joy. She is a revelation to me. Am I to her?

We lie here with hours to spare. Sleep will not claim us. Duties are reassigned to others. We have the day and, for hours of it, we claim it for our own. Kissing, touching, holding and just being together.

Hours have passed, and neither of us wants to be the one to end it. Such an odd moment. We are probably done, but unable to say I’m the one to know it. I look again into her eyes, and all I see is a happy woman. She smiles at me and I smile back. We are a bit silly in this.

The bedroom door opens. Weren’t we supposed to be left alone? In come Dessa, Eva, Reyna and Ten. All arrive naked and all join us on the bed. The elder two grab me. The younger two take hold of Debbie. Slowly their mouths descend on sex organs, on breasts and lips. Most assuredly there’s a plan in all this, as both Debbie and I are stimulated into arousal.

We are moved around. I’m now on my back with my cock deep inside Debbie. Reyna has my lips. Eva has Debbie’s lips while Dessa and Ten take Debbie’s breasts into their mouths and finger her clit.

Maybe it’s the excitement and the stimulation provided by the girls, as I’m not doing much inside her, but Debbie starts rocking on me and then cums hard, then cums again on my cock. It’s enough for me and I return the favor.

Let there be no doubt. Debbie has joined us.

Suzie and Pinky are still here. It looks like the second cousin idea for Suzie has faded.

We have no clarity of what their future will be. I have made it clear that I want no pressure placed on either girl. Neither is housebound. They can come and go as they like, and both have run errands for us. Neither is allowed to take a bike, but someone is always going somewhere, and the girls take advantage of that. There are also tricycles operating on the road now. I have provided each with a small, but real, allowance, and so paying for a ride is well within their ability.

They are young, certainly, but right now it seems that many young people are pairing off, more than before. Dessa tells me that Pinky has a suitor. It’s one of our workers. If she takes up with him, there will be enough money for rice. Probably not much more, but at her age, I’m not sure the rest matters much.

If Pinky is looking for my encouragement or disapproval, she is getting neither. I want her to choose without interference. But it blows up in my face. Or rather at my face.

She throws a cup at me.

If you not want me, just say it!

What?

I try to make you tell me to stay, but, you say nothing! If you not want me, why give me the allowance and the clothing. What wrong with you?

Aren’t you sweet on Edgar?

No! I mean, he nice and he likes me, but no! Why do you not say, ‘What can Edgar offer you? Look what I can offer you?’ Why do you not say, ‘Stay with me?’ I see you looking at me. Why do you not say ‘be my girl?’

You were using Edgar to make me jealous?

Yes!

You want to be my girl?

Yes!

Well then talk to Ri. That’s the next step. I’ll be happy to have you as my girl if Ri and the others agree.

Debbie and Jessa have been picking up the pieces of the broken cup, and both are having a good chuckle. Pinky sees it and screams, What so funny?

You! If you want to belong to Ira, any of us tell you how. Go talk to Ri. That the place to start.

I see Suzie in the hallway. She has been watching. I turn to say something to Jessa and then turn back. Suzie is gone.

Life here has a different rhythm than it did before Yolanda. It’s a curious mix of government projects that get started with fanfare but sort of dwindle down, not near to fully completed, and commercial activity that is booming now, with jobs to all who want to work and have the skills.

But there’s much quasi-homelessness. Temporary huts abound. Schools are being rebuilt, but classes are not ready for all yet. Prostitution is rampant, as many of the skilled workers are from other islands.

There are children wandering around without parents. Parents wandering around looking for children. This is not as much as before, but it still common to see. Ann tells me she almost brought a kid home with her last night.

We have lost some of our laborers to the skilled job market, but most of the men we have working for us don’t have the skills needed for those jobs. They had been farmers before. They know how to use a hammer, but not as skilled carpenters. They know how to mix a bag of Portland cement to make concrete, but they are not masons. They really don’t know how to weld or lay tile.

So they clear fields and plant crops. With so much of our land now cleared enough to farm, we have some rice planted, along with the vegetables. We are reforesting with coconut and have banana trees started, as well as papaya. It’ll take years to be into full production but, as the land we purchased was so cheap, the crops we can grow quickly brings in a substantial income.

Because of our greatly expanded holdings, just about all the wives, except for Eva and Reyna, are out every day supervising the operations. Reyna is working at a bank in Tacloban, as she graduated university in banking and finance.

I’m ignoring the political mudslinging between the local politicians who, in truth, have family ties to, or are literally part of, Imelda Marcos’ Romuáldez clan, and the Liberal Party, run by Noy-Noy Aquino, who has no love for the Romuáldez clan, seeing as how he blames them for his father’s assassination. It’s a distraction and doesn’t help the people here.

Debbie had set up a temporary school for our kids. But the schools are functioning again, and all but one of my children are in class five days a week. Lorie keeps the little one with her, as she goes about her day.

As the schools are back operating, Debbie is teaching again, as is Eva, who has been teaching elementary since 2010. Elena’s warning about the new Debbie is not far from my thoughts frequently. So far, so good.

It’s been nine years since I left Kennewick. These days, all my ties to the USA, with the exception of a bank account, have been severed. I hear nothing from anyone back there. Most assuredly, I have not heard from Tom.

I have a need to add another bedroom pod to the house, but I have been unable so far to contact the architect. I have the plans for the pods. If I can’t find him soon I’ll have to find someone else to do the final drawings to get the building permit.

The issues related to the farm keep me busy most days. Add to that the maintenance on the house, and my days are well filled.

And, speaking of the house maintenance, when I communicated with the company that sold me the wind turbines relating to repair issues following Yolanda, we struck a deal. They filmed a video on how their equipment did in a category 5 super typhoon and I got all my replacement parts free of charge.

The solar panels were not as big a deal. I just ordered them and set the units in. We are now back, and capable of generating full power. When I add the pod I’ll add more turbines and panels.

Po, we are ready.

Before me are Pinky and Suzie. They have just returned from school. Debbie drives them to and from each day, and Debbie is standing behind them.

Ready for what?

For me with you, Po.

Have you talked to Ri? I know I told you, Pinky, to see her. Have either of you done that?

Po, we have been with all the wives in your house. Even with Miss Debbie. We are ready, Po.

Jessa!

No need to shout. I am right here!

Do you know anything about this?

Yes, of course.

Well?

They tell you the truth.

I see. And turning to the two girls, Well, I’ll be with you two, one at a time, and one per day. Who goes first?

Each one points to the other. I take a ten peso coin from my pocket. This side is heads and this side is tails. I’ll flip the coin. Pinky, you are heads, Suzie you are tails. Ready? They both give me eyebrows. And I flip the coin high in the air. It comes down … tails. OK, Suzie today. Pinky tomorrow.

Suzie is thirteen. I had been thinking that Debbie had been holding her need for young girls back, but it doesn’t look like she has. As we walk to the bedroom, Suzie tells me she has been with Debbie about half a dozen times. She was with the other wives only once, or twice at the most.

There isn’t much to distinguish Suzie from other cute, young Filipina girls. There’s nothing outstanding. She’s cute, but so are many others. At first, when I found her and the other two, they were far from cute. But the damage that was done to them then, has been healed. She is healthy and filled with spirit.

I can say she’s under five feet tall, of slight build, black hair, black eyes, small breasts, small hands and feet, with an oval face and bright white teeth that show every time she smiles. Unfortunately, that describes over a million young Filipinas.

As we enter the bedroom and close the door, Suzie immediately closes the gap, grabs onto me and seeks out my lips for a real kiss. To say I’m surprised is to understate the moment.

I readily accept the kiss and hold her tight to me. That produces a murmur from her chest as the kisses continue. Eventually, the kisses do subside, and Suzie rests her head on my shoulder.

Po, I want to do this for a long time. You saved us. You not have to, but you do. You bring us to your home. You not have to, but you do. You feed and care for us. You not have to, but you do. You not make us do anything for this. … I think how I repay? I ask Jessa, how to repay. … Sir, she say find where you want to be and go do it. Be healthy and strong. That all Sir wants. He not want payment. It not why he do this. So I try to find this place. I try to find where I should be. … Then I hear the time Pinky angry with you and what you say to her. … I think, I know now. I want to be here with you. You tell Pinky how to do it. I decide I do this too. Now, I am here. This where I always be. I be a wife to you, just like the others.

I see. That was a big speech, Suzie. I didn’t save you to make you mine. You know that, right.

Yes, I know. I want this. It my choice. Just like you say to Pinky.

My lips find hers and, once again, kisses follow. I feel no rush. In a way, I sense no need to rush from Suzie. My hand slides down and firmly cups a globe of her ass cheek. Her kiss gets more animated. My other hand moves down and takes the other cheek in the same measure.

Both cheeks in hand, I lift her off the floor, still kissing, and she locks her legs around my legs; her arms hold tight around my shoulders. I lift her up more and walk us to the bed.

She holds on, as I put her back onto the mattress with me still attached to her. The kissing continues.

Breaking off the kiss, I unbutton the one button she has on the waistband of her skirt. Lowering the zipper and sliding the pleated skirt off from around her reclining body, I then unbutton her blouse. With her assistance, she is shorn of it. Now in bra and panties only, she waits as I arise and remove my clothing.

Once again, all I can think about is that what we have is beauty and the old beast. But she doesn’t appear to be put off in any way. I unsnap her bra and remove that last vestige of clothing, her panties.

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