Ann Redux
We lost my Ann two months ago. There is nothing enabling about that, nothing noble. Cancer is a cruel thing and there is nothing nice to say. In the end, the best thing was that Ann finally passed away, away from the misery and pain. I have been unable to record anything these last six months, other than for my trip to Immigration. I have not had the courage that Ann showed.
The funeral was a wet and difficult day. The rain didn't just pour, it was torrential. The heavens opened up and poured the waters of the world down on our small party of mourners. If anyone was crying, and there were, those tears were lost in the water that washed all semblance of civilization away, leaving only simple sodden souls. She is gone. As long as I live, she will never be forgotten.
And now, in a weird way, she may be remembered a little longer. In Angeli's room, there is an infant, one month old, as cute as any parent might wish. Her name is, Ann.
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If I am to continue with the journal, I must get it up to date. I guess the easiest thing is to start with what has not changed.
We are all as we were with the exception of the two Anns. Angeli has moved in with Lyla, and surprise of surprises, they are both super happy about that. Lyla had asked for permission to do this. I told her to ask Angeli and Angeli said yes, immediately. So now there are still eleven here, but to get that number, you have to count the infant. There are ten at the table. We have six bedrooms and so, one bedroom is now empty. I mentioned that fact at supper yesterday, but was reminded that Ann will grow up and need a bedroom. True enough, so while it is empty for now, we know who will be in it later.
Angeli has mentioned that she would like to regain permission to lay with me. As soon as the doctor gives her permission, I will re-engage with her. She has been out in the cold for long enough and we all know that she had been played meanly by Belen. The upset with her has been long forgotten. Her care for Ann was something that was real and heartfelt.
We have seen neither hide nor hair of Belen and Iay. Iay, never returned to school and there has been no word of their whereabouts. Scotty and Lilian never came back to the house, and dropped out of the card games. I run into Scotty every once in a while at the homes of others and we are pleasant with each other, but the problems between the females have soured things for us. Even now, that Ann is gone, it is still not good, as my girls want nothing to do with Lilian.
I haven't mentioned William or Frank. Both guys are maintaining their relationships with their wives and mistresses, those young and even younger. Their wives came over frequently to see Ann in her last months. Ann was truly comforted by these visits. These guys and Kenneth have been over weekly. While Ann lived, we played cards here, so I could be here when needed. My friends helped me stay sane.
I did get Maricris on birth control. She is relieved, happy in our bed, but the weight of Ann's passing has been a heavy blow to her. Even though Ann was horribly ill, Maricris would consult with Ann on just about everything. I appreciated it, as it made Ann feel connected, until the very end when she told Maricris, that she could no longer assist. When that was said, Maricris got scared. When Ann died, Maricris went into a real panic. She has come out of the panic, but the reality that this house is functionally hers, is more than she was prepared to ever understand. She had lived in a squatter's shack, not even a proper bahay kubo. She had to scrounge to afford the rice the family would eat, which, I suspect, is why the girls are so small. It was a lack of early nourishment. Maricris was beyond poor, and now she runs this house, with a monthly budget larger than what she might have had for five years before. There are times, I see her just stand, look around, shake her head and cry. All I can do at those moments is hold her, if I see it.
Lyla turned fifteen a month before Ann came back, she is even more lovely than before. Noime will be twelve soon. Gina is closing in on ten in two weeks, a fact that she never fails to mention. Laarni is so tiny, that even when she turns twelve which is also very soon, I am not sure I will want to take her! Maybe she will have a growth spurt. Analyn is fourteen. Joy2x had a big birthday party for her. They act like an old married couple. It is sort of funny.
Moon is as attached to me as she has ever been. She talks to her mother every month or so, and then is moody for a couple of days. It worried me in the beginning, but Moon sat down with me and explained, she is sad for her mother. That is all. She does not want to return to her. She never wants to leave this house. But she is young, and that may very well change.
Rez has a baby sister and she is with little Ann all the time. Rez looks at me and at Ann and just smiles, all the time, smiles. Rez is a happy girl.
And that brings me to Noime. My Noime. She stands before me, in a lovely sweet dress, reaches up, pulls me down, collects a real kiss and informs me that it is time.
Time for what?
An engagement ring. I am your fiancée, Uncle Lewis. And when you put that ring on my finger, I will stop calling you Uncle. You will be my “Lewis.”
Noime, you are still growing. If I buy you a ring now, it will be too small for you years before we marry.
Then there will be two rings, my first engagement ring and my second!
I see.
One more thing.
What's that, Noime?
Rez, Moon and Lyla, they need rings too.
Noime, I can't marry them all!
I know, do you think I am bobo? No, they get rings as your official mistresses, for life.
What if they don't want to stay for life?
Now I know it! You, Uncle, are bobo! Yes, they will always be with us, my husband to be!
I see, and you know this because of your great wisdom and the experience you have gained over your many years on this planet?
No! I know this because we all talk with Angeli, Joy2x and Maricris. We decided.
Well, Noime, my Ann has only been gone for two months. I know that seems like a long time to you, but I want a year, before I give you a ring. A year is what I want to mourn the loss of my love. Will you give me that?
I am sorry, Uncle! I am just excited. Yes, next year. OK.
Thank you, for your kind understanding.
Sorry, sorry, Uncle.
It's OK.
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I guess I have gotten out of the habit of journal writing. I have let it go for another three months! There have been more birthdays. Noime is now officially twelve. It is five months since we buried Ann and over eleven months since she had returned to the house. Lyla turned sixteen two months ago. Angeli was right, she will be seventeen when I am ready to marry again. I will wait for Noime, but there stands the most alluring mocha brown teenager any man can imagine. In truth, I suspect that Lyla is not the only one who would say yes if asked. I feel guilty keeping Lyla as a mistress but for two reasons. First, she is committed to me and second, she has just told me that she is pregnant. I think she may be jumping the gun, as she has only missed one period.
Angeli and I are going to be sharing a bed on occasion and it is an interesting arrangement. Maricris has asked that she be permitted to not be in our bed during her 'red days.' She asks that Angeli be her replacement. I know that her 'red days' last only four days, but now that this regime is to start, Maricris tells me Angeli gets my bed for seven days and on those days, no one else is in my bed. At least, not at night. I predict Lyla will find time some days to fill a need she has. I had no say in any of this. It is a coup de Maricris. Tonight is the very first 'Angeli' night.
I guess I should mention the seating chart. Angeli sits on the other side of Maricris. Lyla sits on the other side of Angeli.
There is one more piece of intelligence to pass on. Moon caught sight of Iay yesterday. She is re-entering the school that the girls (other than Noime) attend. What that portends I have no idea, but am treating it as a bad omen.
I enter the bedroom tonight to a girl who has given birth both to another young mistress of mine and to a child of my own seed. Over these two years, Angeli and I have had a bumpy but deeply intimate ride. I have thought of her as my de facto wife, I have exiled her from my bed, I have watched her care for my real wife in Ann's last days, I have stood by as she bore our child. I have swallowed the colostrum she lactates for our little Ann. How much more intimate can a relationship get?
And here she is, showered, hair freshly brushed, and snug under the blanket. Her lovely café au late colored skin is blemish free. Her breasts large with milk. (Ann is in a crib in our room tonight, in case she should awaken, though these days she has been sleeping through the night.) She has regained her slim appearance, following her pregnancy. Angeli is a beautiful female. She looks at me. Her smile is infectious. Her eyes are focused on me. She pats the mattress and says, Come to bed, Lewis.
Angeli, can we talk about birth control?
What!
Birth control, Angeli. It has only been five months and you are in the middle of your cycle. If I hadn't already gotten you pregnant, I would think that such a discussion is not needed, but it is needed. I do not want you pregnant again for at least another year. I don't like them, but I still have the condoms we purchased two years ago. We could use them until you get on the pill or some other method. In a year, if you really want to have another child, we can try then.
No! No, Lewis! That is immoral!
And my fucking your daughter is moral? Why bring up morals?
That different. You want to kill our child!
No, birth control is not abortion, Angeli.
It is. Padre say it is the same thing.
Padre say I can have five bed companions?
Why you change subject? That not right. … Lewis, I not do this. Besides, I want baby same time as Lyla.
Angeli! No! It is not healthy to get pregnant so soon.
You doctor, Lewis? When you get your Doctor license? I say you are quack-quack!
There are times when even though you are right, you are wrong and I am on the wrong side of this argument. I know it and I give up. I say as much to Angeli and she only says, Good.
I put the clothes in the hamper and join Angeli, reaching out to hold her. Angeli has a different plan in mind. She gets me on my back and starts to give me head as only Angeli seems to be able to do, deep down her throat. Watching this diminutive Filipina take my member in so completely that her chin rests on my scrotum, is erotic as hell. The feeling on my cock is beyond simply erotic. The stimulation is intense. Angeli appears to be in a hurry to get me off and for a girl who wants a baby, she sure seems to be working with the wrong end.
She has maneuvered so that while she continues to give me head, her pussy is below my head and pretty much over my chest. I put a finger on her pussy, only to find that she is dripping wet. I am gently playing with her cunt and damned close to unloading down her throat, when she stops, pulls her mouth off me, swings around and mounts me. Rather than riding me, she leans over me, grabs me by my arms and encourages me to roll on top of her while still inside her.
She, with my assistance, accomplishes the goal and we are now in missionary position. I am pounding her cunt. Angeli is cumming. She milks her breasts onto her fingers and shoves her fingers into my mouth. I am drinking her, as I am fucking her and then as the magic liquid hits my throat I give her my cum, more cum than I thought I had to give, and for a longer time than I think I normally cum. We trade liquid with liquid. Drinking the sustenance of life and depositing the essence of life.
I collapse on my back on the bed. Angeli is just lying there too. It is done. She reaches a hand out to me and squeezes. She doesn't have to say anything. I know she loves me. I love her.
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When I awaken, Angeli is still here. I guess I am surprised by that. She looks at me and says, next time, if I am not in your bed, you will know I am pregnant! Following which she proceeds to take me as she did last night. She has the benefit of morning wood and sensing that I will cum quickly she gets on her knees and asks me to take her from the back. I tease her by putting my rod on her butt hole, only to get bawled out that I shouldn't pull that nonsense with her. I slide into her cunt, play with her clit, pinch her nipple which releases milk onto the sheets, and in total causes the girl to cum big and hard. In a matter of minutes, not hours, Angeli has the cum from me she so wants and goes off humming to take a shower.
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Noime at twelve is a very different girl than was Noime at ten. Her instincts are, oh how the hell can I express this, more feminine, less juvenile. She has learned to strut, to tease, to be coy. She is not so dewy eyed. She is also more apt to see someone stalking her man and say something. Noime is not worried about Angeli. And she is neither worried about Moon nor Rez. These two are her compatriots, who would walk through fire for her. No, she is worried about Lyla. Now, Lyla is not intentionally doing anything wrong, other than being what Noime will not be for four years, a sixteen-year-old. Lyla drips all those hormonal triggers that Noime is only beginning to release to the world. For Noime, Lyla is a walking breathing sexual electromagnet and Noime is just a lodestone.
Noime knows Lyla is not trying to do anything wrong but it's sorta like that Mel McDaniel song “Baby's got her Bluejeans On,” the girl can't help it.
The result is Noime constantly saying, Lyla! Please, don't do that! Followed my Lyla looking at Noime and saying, What?
Noime is trying to dress as provocatively as Lyla does, but, well, it's a work in progress. Now, I am not doing anything to encourage Lyla. It does not seem that she needs any such thing. It's just baked into the cake. Moon and Rez, try to assure Noime that it is all OK and to not fret, but Noime is fretting. She wants her engagement ring.
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Gina has just shown up tonight, unbidden. We have rarely seen her. Her entreaties about the elimination of her hymen, come mostly by text. But she is here and she is troubled. While all others are occupied, I take her to the extension Sala.
OK, Gina, what has you so frightened?
Uncle! It's Iay and Belen. They are at the Principal's house!
What? What are they saying to him?
No Uncle, not saying. They doing! Belen and Iay are doing the Principal and his wife. I try to tell Principal that they are trouble and he just tell me I am jealous. Uncle, they will do a bad thing, I think.
I can see how this started. Belen knows she has burned her bridges here. There is no way back in to our home. She also knows about the Principal because she had been here, living with Joy2x and that story must have been told. How much else she learned while here and how much she scoped out as Gina was pretty much living there, is any one's guess. But Gina is right. The Principal and his wife are in for trouble. The question is, do I want to do anything about it? I don't think I do. Exactly what Belen is hoping to pull off, is unclear to me. I also don't know enough about the Principal and his wife. My concern now is for Gina.
Her time in that house has come to an end. She needs to stay far away from Belen and Iay. For now, she goes back to her mother and father. That presents a problem.
Uncle, I love my father, but I do not want him to be the one to do me. I thought the Principal would do me. Now who I get?
Gina, just because you are as old as Noime was when I did her, does not mean, it is the right time for you. Laarni is twelve now and I have not done her.
Uncle, she is smaller than me! Of course you not do her. Uncle who I get? Why we can't chase Belen away?
Because even if I wanted to, I don't know how to do it.
What about a dog?
What?
You know, what you do to Coraline.
Gina, how do you know about that?
Noime tell me.
It's a bad idea, but how would you use a dog?
Uncle, we get two dogs. I talk to Sunshine. She say I need to get panties from Belen and Iay. I give them to her. She train two dogs. One for each. Then when Principal and wife are not there, I tell the dogs to 'go' on them. Uncle, I will do that until they not even think any more. If they not leave, I tell the dogs to do them when Principal and his wife are there.
Gina, that is evil.
I know, Uncle, and I think it work. Sunshine need money to get the dogs. Big dogs. You give me the money?
No one can know you get the money from me. You understand?
Of course! Uncle, Sunshine say, thank you for all the rice you send her. She say she more healthy now. She say, she want to hurt Belen for what she do to you and Moon. Moon tell her about Belen.
How much does she need?
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All this talk about dogs, gets me thinking about Manny. I saw him at the funeral. He looked pretty prosperous. I was too numb to be surprised, but I am now, I guess. I text him and get a text back. He's busy but he'll get back to me, as soon as Coraline's webcam show is over. Webcam?
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