The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

What was and what will be...14

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

What was and what will be...15

You invited her to stay here?!!

You have a better idea, Reyna?

Why you ask that?

Have you been listening to Bim lately?

OK, yes.

Is Ana really wanting to go to school each day?

No, she not.

So, how do you think we should fix this?

That why? How that help?

Oh, come on. You’re smart. You know why.

But you tell her to never come back here. I hear you say this.

Yes, I did. That was years before Ana was old enough to go to high school. Tell me, am I allowed to change my mind to protect one of you?

Oh.

You get it now?

Sige, sige.

Cincer, Jessa, Bim and Nelia understand right away. There’s no blowback from them, though Cincer snickers a bit and asks, When she coming?

I don’t know. I just made the deal that she could stay until she was satisfied with whatever was bugging her, but that she must stop interrogating Ana and bugging Bim. I suspect we will see her soon enough.

And, just when you think the discussion has come to a close, Nelia voices, She can’t stay unless she bring someone else.

What? Nelia! I’m not seeking to have Debbie join us. All I want to do is get her to leave Bim and Ana alone.

Yes, we all know this. We know when you send Reyna and Eva to university she sad she not able to give you more girls. You know this!

OK, without me being a bastard again, how can we make it clear to her that she will not fit in and not try to place another here?

You tell her she will have no sex with underage girls, right?

Yes.

Did you tell her no sex with any girl?

Ah. No.

So?

So, she asked me to protect her if she came. I told her I wouldn’t, but that I knew of no reason why she would need protection. I think that means I’m not going to be mean to her.

Sex not mean.

Look, I don’t want to push her out until we get this resolved for Ana and Bim. If we get aggressive with her, it undermines that which I need to have happen.

But then she will stay!

No, Nelia, I’m not allowing that.

Watch! She will bring a girl with her. If two, then Jesus wants them to stay.

I hadn’t heard this Jesus nonsense for a couple of years. I am, sure as hell, unhappy to be hearing it now. Last time, it was as an explanation as to why Lillian couldn’t stay. This time, with Debbie into saving little girls, I’m way beyond unhappy at the thought.

Debbie has not come to our door yet, but maybe it’s too soon. Maybe she thinks she needs to show that she can leave Niana and Bim alone before she shows up.

And that gets me thinking. She has run out of time to show me that before sembreak¹, as it starts tomorrow. Yes, that is what I’m thinking, when there’s an ay-oooo² from down below.

In the center of the cement pad at ground level below the carpark, there’s a ‘call’ button right by the elevator, and another one right above in the carpark. Both have a speaker and a microphone but, clearly, Debbie has no clue about any of that. She is just hollering from a good ways away from the house.

Jessa walks out onto the balcony and tells Debbie that we will send the elevator down for her. When she gets in, she should press the ‘UL’ button.

As Jessa comes back in, Nelia has a question. She alone?

That question carries weight throughout the room.

Jessa is a bit slower to answer than I would have preferred, when she finally answers, Yes, she alone.

The tension that was present a moment ago is gone. Why do we all believe in Nelia’s crazy theory?

Jessa pushes the button to send the elevator down, and all of us wait. The panicky tension is gone, but no one is happy. No one wants Debbie here. No one. But what we want is not what needs to happen. Yes, Bim can take care of herself, but Niana is a different matter. As her virtual uncle, and surrogate father, it falls on my shoulders to protect the kid from the harassment. Debbie has been a problem from the first time I met her in 2004, and what she is doing now just has to stop.

The elevator must have reached the bottom, but I don’t hear it coming up. Surely she has used an elevator before… Silence. And then I remember that the ones in the mall always have an attendant in them who presses the buttons. Can she really be stuck on something like that? Could it be the lack of numbers?

We had a discussion about the buttons for the elevator when we put the thing in. The gals were unsure that the buttons would be understood, but there really isn’t a simple labeling scheme for how it works here.

I’ve seen all sorts of button labeling. If we were in the US I would have either used: G,2,3 or 1,2,3. If we were in Europe it would be G,1,2. Here I’ve seen LG, UG, 2 as well. Ours is G,CP,UL for Ground, Carpark and Upper Level.

There’s a speaker in the elevator, and I’m about to suggest that we use that, when the sound of the unit rising ends the need. We wait. No one is speaking.

As the top of the elevator cabin clears the floor, the glass walls which surround the shaft begin to display Debbie’s head, as she rises up to our floor.

The elevator has stopped. She is looking at us through the glass and we look at her, but the gal isn’t moving. Jessa approaches the door to the shaft, which will now open, as the elevator is fully on our floor. With the door open, Jessa swings the interior bar up and away, allowing Debbie to exit.

Debbie is just standing there. She hasn’t moved. Jessa grabs the handle of a small valise and pulls it out. Debbie follows.

I… I never see something like this before. She is looking right at me and is, I guess, freaked out, by the look on her face.

You’ve never seen an elevator?

Yes, I have seen. But not one like this. And I never see a house like this.

You’ve seen this house from outside before, haven’t you?

Yes, from outside, not like this.

I see. Maybe you need time to adjust before we talk. … Jessa, why don’t you show Debbie to a room she can use while here, in the sixth pod, and then give her a tour of the entire house. Just bring her back here in an hour.

Jessa grabs the valise handle and moves toward the walkway to an adjoining pod. Debbie silently follows.

Pod six is not occupied yet, though it’ll be soon enough. Presently, it’s easy enough to keep the little ones close to each other in three rooms with the mothers for those kids in adjoining rooms. That only absorbs three pods. As the kids get older, that won’t work. Even with the sixth pod, none will ever get a private room until most have grown up and flown the coup. For now, Debbie has the pod to herself. She is welcome to wander around but, at the same time, she is separate.

Now that Debbie is out of the room, Cincer is cracking up with laughter. All the others, with the exception of Ann, are just looking at her and wanting to know the cause. Eva notices Ann’s nonchalance and challenges her. Why is Ate laughing?

Because it’s funny. Last time the sex, she confused. This time it like she walk into another world. If she confused last time, she super confused now. You all think, OK, this our life. You see this place built. You used to it. When we move in, it not a surprise, diba? So Debbie, she never see anything like this before. Eva, she confused you and Reyna get university education. She not understand why Ira do that for you. She not understand the sex. She never see a place like this.

Evidently, Eva is not convinced that Ann has it right, because what comes next is, Ate, it true what Ann say?

Eva gets Cincer’s eyebrows and, in a moment of frustration, turns back to Ann. How you know this?

Friend, how much time you spend outside this house when you not in school? How much time you spend in the home of other students?

How I do that? School is hard and I have Loy2x³ and John2x to take care of?

See? To you this normal. It not normal. How many elevators you see here in Samar? Yes, sure at the mall in Tacloban, but where else? Where you see a steel and glass home. The best, they concrete. The others, maybe just bamboo. I see what is normal every day when I out working. CiCi, she older. She know this is not normal. That how I know.

Cincer has regained her composure, smiles at Ann before turning her gaze to Eva. Sister, Ann is right, that why I laugh. And I hope Nelia right about the pairs. But we not know what Juan do to where she lives. Maybe she will try to stay. Maybe this seem to her like going to heaven.

Oh, fuck, I had not considered that. OK, everyone! No one, and I mean no one is to ask her how Juan affected her. Do not bring the topic up!

Half an hour later, Debbie and Jessa have rejoined us. Jessa starts putting a plate of food together for her, as she tells one and all that Debbie has lost everything in a flood because of Juan. Oh, fuck. Cincer snickers, Ann rolls her eyes, and the rest can barely keep from laughing, with the exception of Bim, who is quietly crying. She does not want Debbie anywhere near her daughter, and this is freaking her out.

OK, you’re here. What do you need to know to leave us alone?

Where are the others?

Jessa, did you show her the kids?

Eyebrows.

Were Ri and Reyna there?

Eyebrows.

There’s no one else, Debbie. Explain to me how I can prove that there isn’t anyone else.

Why all the empty rooms?

The children. As they grow they will need to be separated more than they are now. And it’s not clear that we are done adding children.

Where the underage girls?

Debbie, Jesus! I told you that I’m not interested in that.

Ha, if you not, then why Reyna and Ann here?

We have explained this. You know why.

Maybe that just a story. Why you so good to Reyna and Eva if you not that way?

So, it’s not possible that I’m just a good guy? Is that it?

Men not like this.

If there’s no way to satisfy you, then there’s no reason for you to be here. You might as well leave.

That seems to have an impact on her. She grimaces a bit before, Maybe, I am wrong. Maybe, if I here I will see that you are telling the truth. If there no underage girls here, who you make me have sex with now?

No one. As far as I care, you can sleep alone every night you are here.

See, you not want older women!

What the fuck? She is only thirty, for God’s sake.

I’m done fucking females who I don’t want to live with. Your age isn’t the barrier. Your beauty isn’t the barrier. … As CiCi and Bim can testify, I very much love both of them. As Eva, Reyna, and Ann can testify, I haven't lost my interest in them as they have advanced in age. In point of fact, I suspect that things are better with them now than they were before. As Ri can testify, I didn’t want anything to do with her, as she was seventeen when we met.

Why you not want me? Why you always mean to me?

All you have done is cause me problems! I don’t need a woman who does that! Even if you were not the bitch that you are, I’m done adding. It’s as simple as that. But when it comes to you, there’s the reality that you just piss me off. It started out bad the first day I met you. It has never gotten any better.

What if I have another young girl for you? If you take me, I bring her too.

Jesus H. Christ! How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want any young girls?

You take Eva!

Now, I’m about ready to throw her off the balcony without anything resembling a parachute. I can’t even begin to formulate a response to that fucking insane comment. I give up trying and instead ask, Why do you want to be one of my girls?

She isn’t saying a damned thing. … I wait. … Nothing. And then, I am tired. Maybe I go to bed now. Jessa, please show me again where it is.

Two minutes after Debbie has left, Nelia says to no one in particular, If she brings another girl, that is a pair.

No fucking way.

Bim and CiCi, will you two join me tonight?

Eyebrows.

See, if it had just been the two of you, my life wouldn’t be so fucking nuts!

Cincer doesn’t say a word, but Bim starts to cry. The reason why is obvious. It was she who said take more, so that she didn’t get left behind but, as I mention it to the two of them, she is missing the point. Cincer gets it.

Bim, he not blame you. He blame us. You and me together. He happy to find both of us. He know you right in a way, but maybe two enough. … When we add more, things not go right. Remember? Remember the problem with Ri and Lillian? Remember who created that problem, Nelia? If it just us then that not happen. He go to Tacloban to see if he can end Lillian, remember my love. But when he get there, Ann is too young and Reyna is younger. Because he get Reyna he meet Debbie. Debbie with Nelia’s help brings Eva. Jessa come because of Reyna. If it just us two these things not happen. Now Debbie again. See? … Bim, he also saying he love us. He happy with us.

The crying has stopped, at least momentarily. OK, but he still sorry because of what we do. So that still not good. Debbie think he not love us. She think Ira a pervert who want children.

True, she has a bad heart. … Ira, what we do?

I don’t know. I do know that Nelia is making things potentially worse with the ‘come in twos’ nonsense.

I think Bim is freaking out a bit. Ira… you not love Nelia? You want her to go?

No, I love all of you. Just because I’m unhappy with something, it doesn’t mean I don’t have love. It’s just that… at each addition, you gals — all of you — seem to find a way to justify why adding is OK. We have had six years without additions. I assumed we all knew we were done adding. … Now, I’m not so sure that all agree and when it comes to Nelia, I am sure she will be for adding. I can love someone I am unhappy with. Right now I am unhappy with Nelia and frustrated that some of you might agree with her.

We have all taken our showers and are under the sheets as this plays out. It’s not the most romantic of evenings, but Cincer has decided we need to ‘change the subject’ as she has taken a gentle but firm grasp on my cock and is stroking me to rigidity.

I reach out to Bim and bring her in for a kiss as Cincer replaces her hand on my package with her mouth. We aren’t going to resolve my feelings of concern, but we are going to experience joy.

Joy. That deep, warm feeling of connectedness. Eventually, my cock pushes deep in Cincer’s cunt, and she is alternatingly gasping and whispering, Yes, yes.

Joy. The feel of Bim’s gentle, loving hands roaming over my back, and my ass, as this loving consort sucks on my earlobe. I may not be inside her right now, but I have a place in her heart as she has in mine.

Joy. The sense of ecstasy as my cock gets even firmer and thicker while inside a welcoming cunt. The feeling as I ram in and withdraw repeatedly. Each stroke having its own wondrous effect on my mate.

Joy. The sense of existential release as cum leaves me and becomes part of her. Cum that may hold the beginnings of yet another life.

Joy. The sense of creating life from the literal outpouring of love.

Do I need any more children? No, of course I don’t. But to deny my gals the future fruit of their bodies because I would choose to be a curmudgeon with my seed would be an act of self-centered meanness. If they don’t want to have more children, they are entitled to say so and to seek a way to make that happen. I’ve placed no requirement on them. This is their choice, their desire.

The act of lovemaking is over for now, but will be rekindled again and soon. Now, I settle in with my very first two gals. They were then incredibly different in attitude and temperament but found, in each other, a partner, with which to support each other, in their support of me.

As much as I have my moments of frustration, I’m lucky to have found these two first.

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