And how does that make you feel?

The trip to LBC was fast and easy. When sending money within the Philippines it was the cheapest way to go. Ana Fe would have the extra pesos today. Joshua had gone out with his two new loves. He needed to purchase food from the market and, having a Filipina face speaking Cebuano assured a far better price.

Joshua had a list. Ana Fe had provided it to him before she left: Ampalaya (bitter melon), Sitaw¹ (long beans), Egg Plant (this was an Asian variety, long and thin, also used on occasion for a dildo,) Gabi (Taro,) Kalibasa (a Squash,) KangKong (supposedly a spinach, but looks and tastes entirely different — the stalks when braised with garlic are the best part!) Okra, Pechay (Bak Choy,) Green onions, Onions, Sweet potatoes, Opo (or Upo or Squash), Daikon, Kalamansi (a citrus,) Manga (mango,) Banana, Garlic, Jackfruit, Papaya, Pineapple, red and green bell peppers, buko (fresh coconut), coconut milk (from older coconuts), eggs, manok (chicken) and Talapia.

Once at the open-air market, he gave the list to Arlin and Mhitze with the instructions that from the list they should buy only the things that looked best and for which they could get at a good price. They seemed to understand the concept and, with ₱500 in ₱20 and ₱50 notes, and some ₱1, ₱5 and ₱10 coins in hand, entered the market. Joshua stayed back, so as not raise the cost of the food by his presence.

Staying behind made him a target of a different type. Vendors of pirated DVD’s and other such items came up to him, thinking he was there to make a black market purchase. It was getting to be a real pain, when Mhitze appeared with some bags she wanted Joshua to hold while the girls continued their shopping. Joshua pointed to a Chow King restaurant down the road and said that when they were done to find him there. He took the bags and headed off.

Chow King sells allegedly Chinese food. Well, as they say, it’s Chinese style. The reality is, it is a Philippine company, and the food is Chinese-inspired but for the Filipino palate. As fast food restaurants go, it’s probably one of the best. It is certainly different from the western style fast food offerings. You are not probably going to get Halo-Halo² at McDonalds in Cebu. But the Halo-Halo in Chow King is a real favorite. There are rice meals, fried rice meals, noodle meals and fried chicken. A bowl of noodles (which is a soup with lots of noodles, chicken and chicken gizzard, chicken liver, vegetables and a dim sum) is ₱49. Chicken dinners start at ₱69. This is fast food that many Filipinos see as a treat and even the slightly affluent can afford it daily.

Joshua had a bowl of noodles as he waited. No one would hurry him out, so he could sit there a while and avoid the street black-market salesmen he had been fending off previously.

About fifteen minutes later, he was joined by his companions. Might they also get something? Yes of course. Did they need money or did they have enough left? They had some left, but might they get an extra ₱100? Each got a chicken dinner and Halo-Halo. Once the order was completed and they brought their number placard back to the table, it wasn’t long before the food appeared and the girls, giggling and ecstatic, dove into their orders.

Between mouthfuls, the girls related that this was the first time they had gone shopping in the market since their mother had died a little over a year ago. Some of the vendors remembered the girls and had asked why they and their mother had been gone so long. When they told the vendors that their mother had died of cancer and they had been living on the street, they had been overwhelmed with hugs, kisses and extra food in their bags! Arlin was proud of how things had just worked out. Mhitze was a little teary, missing her mother anew, though not missing the fact that Joshua was their personal savior, if even for a week or so.

The walk back to the apartment was with heavy bags in all hands. But it wasn’t far and everything, including the eggs, made it just fine. Arlin got busy making some pinakbet for her new family’s dinner. There would also be pan-fried tilapia. And of course, there was always rice. As the ingredients were carefully chopped up and the food prepared, the two girls chatted in Cebuano. Joshua could hear them but had no clue what was being said. That was something he was getting used to and, at least for now, didn’t bother him.

His fiancée called this morning.

How do you know?

Because I talked to her.

Really?

Yes, really, and she asked me about me and you.

Why me?

She wanted to know your birthdate, eye and hair color.

Why?

She asked if we wanted to stay with them or leave in a week or two.

She did? You mean it is possible for us to stay?

I don’t know, but she say if we stay — then we have to act as if she is our mother for the rest of our life. She asked if we are willing to do that.

What did you say?

I said yes. We would do that. But maybe you want to leave here in a week.

If we can stay, then I think we should stay.

Good, I agree. You know it was fun today. We haven’t shopped like that for a long time.

We haven’t done a lot of things for a long time. But if we stay we will be Joshua’s and not free like before. It’s not like before. This is something else.

Yes, very different, but if he gives us children, it will all be good. … Do you think Joshua would like some buko?

I don’t know. Why?

Well, we bought some today right?

Yes.

We can share some between us girls later. Give Joshua some now.

Joshua was at his laptop answering some email when Mhitze handed him a tall glass of something cool.

What is it?

Buko, fresh coconut. Try it.

Joshua did just that. The flavor was unique and good. There were somewhat soft string pieces of the coconut in the glass, but mostly the liquid was milky white. It was that stuff that eventually dries out as the hard white coconut meat (really hardened milk) inside the type of coconut you find in the USA in a supermarket. The drink was thirst quenching, not too sweet at all, and tasty. It was rich tasting and took a while to finish; a nice afternoon treat.

As Joshua finished the drink, Mhitze relieved him of the glass. Returning to him, she moved his attention from the laptop to her presence by kneeling down and unfastening his shorts. She now had his undivided attention. Removing her panties Mhitze climbed onto Joshua and centered her pussy on his pole. Mhitze was already moist, and after a little playing around, she was downright wet. As Joshua’s member filled Mhitze’s pussy to its limits, Mhitze, with her arms around Joshua’s neck, slowly pumped up and down. She whispered in his ear how much she loved and needed him. But it wasn’t her words that convinced Joshua, it was the orgasms rocketing around his cock that convinced him she was genuine in her emotions. With her skirt around her, as she rode Joshua, there was nothing showing; she was just a little girl bouncing on her dad’s knee. In fact, she was a fourteen-year-old mistress taking care of business. But business did not mean there wasn’t pleasure. There was that, too. And, in its own odd way, there was deep and real love.

As Mhitze worked Joshua’s member with her pussy, she was kissing and talking to her lover. Telling him how he felt inside her, how much she needed him, both now and in the future. And she was begging Joshua for a child. Joshua had no condom on. This was getting ridiculous. Mhitze’s juices were flowing all over him. She clearly wanted him. He was as hard as he could get, his balls aching for release. He was about to dump a load of cum once again in this fourteen-year-old. She was lovely, sexy, and begging for his baby. He looked into her eyes. She was staring at him. He wanted her forever. He didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t want to ever let anyone else have her. He growled, You are mine, as he filled her pussy. Holding his head in her hands she gasped and then, looking straight at him, she said, I know, Mahal. I am yours forever.

A towel came flying across the room, hitting Mhitze on the head.

In Cebuano, Arlin to Mhitze, Clean up and get our man a new pair of shorts. Those are soaked.

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Joshua was in clean dry shorts by the time the two schoolgirls got home. Both landed in his lap.

Joshua gave brief hugs before announcing, OK, homework now. Then supper. After supper you four finish the things you were learning last night. I will decide whom I bed later.

Janna was clearly distressed. Homework? But tomorrow is Saturday.

So get it done now and we won’t have to worry about it the rest of the weekend. Remember tomorrow we are going shopping for some clothing.

After some last moment kisses, off the two went to deal with the weekend school assignments.

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Joshua’s dream had become a plan. That plan had become a reality. The reality was not the dream. The reality was in parts better than the dream, less than the dream, far more emotionally demanding than the dream. Still, it was what the dream had always demanded.

Dreams are always without consequences, without the basic elements of humanity that come as the simple realities of life. The before’s and the after’s, the dreams, hopes, fears and needs of the ‘others’. The need to choose to be a monster and treat people inhumanly, or to be a normal person, understanding that to be human is to seek to respect others, show, and really feel, consideration and empathy.

These girls were not dreams, they were people. Joshua had never been a monster and would self-destruct before he might ever become one. Having five teenage real and committed lovers was beyond his dreams, but it came at a cost, financial, emotional and ethical.

Sitting in that apartment, Joshua was taking inventory of his new obligations. His obligations to Ana Fe were least difficult. He ticked them off in his head:

• Marry her.
• Bring her to the USA.
• Love her.
• Give her room to seek more education if she wanted.
• Support her desire for work as/if she chose to pursue it.
• Make sure his life insurance policy was adequate.

His obligations to Mary were equally untroubling:

• Love her.
• Bring her to the USA.
• Allow her to leave him if she needed to do so.
• Give her room to seek education, as she might desire it.
• Assist her in her desire to be an accountant.

His obligations to Janna and Ricca were more complex. He was both their lover and their de facto father. He and they would need to endlessly deal with that confused relationship. His love for them came in both flavors. The obligations were:

• Bring them to the USA.
• Love them.
• See them through their schooling.
• Provide for their physical safety until they emancipated.
• Allow them to choose to not emancipate.
• And while he wanted them for ‘ever’ he knew that they might (and soon) seek to end the love relationship.
• Be prepared to see them leave him and let them know it was allowed.

His obligations to Arlin and Mhitze were most complex and the same time most simple! He didn’t even know where to start. These two would allow him to bed them, they would cook and clean for him, for as long as he provided them with bed, food and shelter, but that was the most basic of quid pro quo and had no future attached to it. It made him feel ‘uncomfortable.’ In his dreams they were most what he had wanted: No parents, no outside things with which to contend. In real life, they were his greatest concern and the cause of his real unease.

But he still had obligations and they included:

• Getting them an education.
• They needed him to be a parent.
• They needed shelter and a home.

As much as his dreams never included a wife such as Ana Fe, in this real life, he needed her now very much. That was maybe the greatest irony of all. Tonight, awash with all the lovely teen pussy a man might dream of, he longed for his very adult fiancée. It was she whom he most wanted to lie with tonight.

That was the problem with dreams. That is why it is said… 'be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.' Well, he had far more than wished for this, and he had gotten it. They were aged 17, 16, 15, 14 and 12. Each was pretty. Each pussy was without pubic hair. Each pussy was tight as any man might dream. Each of them smiled bright, wonderful smiles. Each gave head, swallowed his cum, and fought to get into his bed.

Each was a good person, a concept that maybe had failed to come up in his dreams.

The thing weighing most on Joshua as he thought all this through was that he had used his inherent position of power to achieve his goals. He wanted to think of himself as a good person. He knew, at least, some of his girls might think he was a good person. But inside, he wasn’t sure how to think about himself any more. The ‘taking,’ yes that was the best way to describe it, the taking of Arlin and Mhitze had exposed the raw power he was exercising. It left him very unsure of himself.

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Supper had been a fun affair. The fact that Arlin was a good cook was now official within the family. Her pinakbet was perfect. Everything was great and all ate way too much. Mhitze was actually groaning, burping and farting. That caused some very crude comments and a great deal of laughter. Eventually Joshua, through bouts of laughter, told the poor girl to please go to the CR and relieve the pressure!

By the time the dishes were done by all four girls, Mhitze’s alimentary system was in proper working order, much to her relief.

Once all was cleaned up and put away, the girls broke into two pairs. Janna and Arlin entered Mary’s bedroom. Mhitze and Ricca entered Ricca’s (and Janna’s) room. To all four, it felt a little like a homework assignment. To Ricca and Janna, there was a need inside them to seduce these other two girls. Making love to your sister was OK, but not as romantic as having a female lover as well as a man. Ricca wanted to connect with Mhitze before Mary got back. She figured that Mary might grab Arlin and Janna might then seek out Mhitze, as it was apparent that the two of them had hit it off well the last time.

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Janna stood in the bedroom, just looking at Arlin, and smiled. [Translated from Cebuano] It is so clear why Joshua wanted you.

Why?

Well, I know Ricca is cute for a twelve-year-old. I am OK I guess. But you are beautiful. You are better looking than any of the rest of us. If I didn’t want you too, I’d be very jealous.

You really want to have sex with me? You like men! I know you like Joshua.

Oh yes I want you and I intend to show you how much tonight. I intend to make sure we share a bed forever, whenever we are not in bed with Joshua. I am going to make sure that you are mine and I do not lose you to Mary.

And with that, Janna approached Arlin. She slowly undressed the girl, taking the time to touch every part of Arlin’s body in the process. The talk of desire on the part of Janna had not been lost on Arlin. For over a year she had been, so, so alone. The eldest of the three, she had to hold it all together, even when she just wanted to cry. Joshua wanted her, but that was at least in part an ‘agreement.’ This was something else. This was someone who wanted her for no other reason. With that realization, something deep within her stirred, in a way that had not been touched for a very long time.

Janna’s hand caressed Arlin’s breast and Arlin felt a warmth, a tingle, and desire build. Janna’s other hand wrapped her up and drew her in. She welcomed it, and found her lips inches away from Janna’s. Janna leaned in for a kiss and Arlin welcomed it, tasted it, savored it. Their tongues met and made a loving contact. Arlin’s own arms now reached out and drew Janna in tighter, firmer. Now it was Arlin whose need was being expressed with power in the kisses that followed.

Janna’s hand reached down between Arlin’s delicate thighs. Arlin spread her legs a little to give her lover better access. The two tumbled down onto the bed. Rolling over, this way and that, grabbing and touching, caressing and groping, Janna scooted down, belly down on the bed. Janna raised Arlin’s thighs over Janna’s shoulders. Janna’s lips kissed Arlin’s labia, her fingers spread them and her tongue and lips so gently approached Arlin’s clit.

Arlin was beyond desire, she was in full need of everything that could and might be done to her body. When Janna first touched her clit, for Arlin it was not an, 'oh my!' but, rather, a ‘God Damn, what took you so long? Now suck it! HARD!’ Arlin was in heat. Arlin was in need. Arlin was desperate. On feeling Janna on her clit, she shoved her mound into the younger girl’s face. She shoved it up and up hard. Her hand went down to the back of Janna’s head and with force held her head right there on her pussy as she fucked Janna’s face.

Janna was barely able to breathe. But this was not the time to back away. This was the time to claim her prize. She moved her hands around Arlin’s sweet ass cheeks, spreading them apart. She then carefully located the girl’s anus and pressed one finger against it. She heard Arlin gasp. She made a new attempt to suck Arlin’s clit into her mouth while, at the very same time inserting her digit into the girl’s anus. Janna was sucking hard on the clit, while at the same time her digit was up to the second knuckle in her lover’s anus, when Arlin came hard, thrashing about wildly. Janna’s mouth lost contact with the girl’s pussy, but her digit was now moving in and out of the girl’s asshole. Arlin came even harder the second time before, crumpling under Janna.

Ten minutes later, Arlin was showing signs of life. Janna, now face to face with her lover, gave her a kiss and then a demand, Now you do me.

Arlin didn’t have to be told twice.

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Chapter 13