Moving on.

Bedtime comes early tonight. Lyla is watching little Ann. Angeli has the night off from childcare and is teasing me that the only reason I am safe tonight, is that she is already pregnant. Maricris thinks the whole damn thing is a hoot. She rightly points out that she has had quite enough of being pregnant. Angeli tells her that Maricris is a slacker. When she has had eight children, she can claim she has done enough but not now!

I tell Angeli that this is the last one for her and she tells me I am full of shit. The only way that will happen is if I cut my dick off. And then she says, You not do that because then you not get this! And in one masterful stroke, she puts my member between her lips and takes me all the way down to the bone. Damn. No one gives head like Angeli. Maricris is saying, OMG, Angeli! How you do that?

I am not saying anything. I am moaning. Angeli has a tight grip on my balls and is doing things to Peter that defies explanation. Maricris seeks my lips and I seek her breasts. Her tongue does a pirouette around my mouth. Her hands grip the back of my head. I play with her nipples and she responds by biting my lower lip before re-engaging with my tongue. She pulls away briefly and tells me, We love you, Lewis. Truly Lewis. And then she is back swapping spit with me.

All the while, Angeli is giving my cock sensations that cannot be ignored. Her mouth and throat are burning hot. I feel like I have no control over my body as these two have me in their grips.

Maricris pulls away from my lips a second time and presents her pussy to my mouth. I am happy to accept the offer and start licking her sweet cunt. Her knees are above my head and she is holding on to the headboard of the bed as I work what magic I can. I must be doing something right as she anoints me with juices. That, additionally, helps me get a bit more control over my cock. At least it helps for a while. But Angeli is not giving up and I eventually give her all I have.

Sleep takes us quietly and sweetly. I am with women who do love me. I am a very lucky man.

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Rez does not need to go to the funeral.

Iay is here.

When I emerge from the bedroom after showering this morning, I find Iay sitting at the supper table, eating rice and chatting with Rez, Noime and Moon.

Iay looks like hell. Mother say you send the dogs to us, but here they say, you not do that. That true, Daddy?

Daddy? She is still calling me Daddy and she has been thinking I had a hand in killing her mother? Now that is truly fucked up. Iay, I did not have anything to do with any plan to put dogs on you. I quite frankly had no interest in having any more involvement with your mother, once I learned some things about what she did. However, I am very sorry for your loss. No, I didn't conceive of any plan with dogs. I did not carry out any such plan. What the girls have told you is true.

And it was true. I had not come up with the plan and did not put it into practice. What I did do was provide the funds for Gina and Sunshine to carry out their plan. So while I am shaving it pretty fine, I am telling the truth.

The girls say I cannot stay here. That true?

Iay, I think it would be best, if you do not. But I will not throw you out on the street. Finish eating and get some clean clothing from the girls. Then we will talk about your options.

Opo Daddy.

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I pour myself some coffee and consider the options. I don't trust Iay. She may be totally innocent, but I can never be sure of that. I do not want her here. An evil thought is percolating as the drip coffee slides down my throat. It seems to me, I remember that someone said, Scotty would like to do a girl like Iay but that Lilian had put her foot down. But would she say no to Iay entering her home now? Could Scotty keep his hands off Iay, if she was living there? Would I even have to say a word to Iay to put all things in play? I think I would not.

Rez!

Bakit?

Take Iay to Lilian's and drop her off there. Lilian was Belen's good friend. That is where Iay belongs.

Opo.

And Rez, it is best if Iay does not tell Lilian that she came here first. It would hurt Lilian's feelings.

Opo.

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And so, as I am eating lunch a few hours later, I get a text from Scotty.

Hey Lewis. Seems like I need to apologize!

Why, Scotty?

Seems that the word is that you had nothing to do with Belen's death. I am glad to know that!

Scotty, the fact that you guys thought I did was something I am still chewing on. My feelings about Lilian are less than positive. You get a pass. See you when I see you.

OK. Well, can't blame you for that, I guess.

And that is where the texts stopped. I know two things now. Iay is there and she has sold the concept that her mother was wrong, I had nothing to do with her demise. Now the question is, how long before things blow up in Scotty's home. I give it no more than forty-eight hours.

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Noime! It is time to get some rings, but how many? Analyn is not in line to get one, should I get one for her, just in case and hold it back? I have not decided but in any case, Noime needs to be with me when the rings are selected.

For a country as poor as the Philippines, there sure are a lot of jewelry stores. Added to that, Noime is not exactly an easy customer. She has an idea of what is needed, and shop after shop fails to satisfy her. We leave for shopping at 12:45PM and don't return home until 7PM.

I am a bit exhausted, but we do have the rings. We have not told the others where we have gone. We sure as hell have not told them why. I decide to only give one ring tonight. It will be Noime's engagement ring and I will do it in front of all the girls. They will not know about the other rings. I will give those rings out to each of them as each of them graces my bed the very next time. That will save Analyn from embarrassment and save us all from a Joy2x meltdown. I did, at Noime's urging, get an extra one for Analyn, that makes eight identical ones. I suspect it was a waste of money.

After we return home and have both been to the CR and clean up a bit, and before the girls who have all assembled for our evening meal, I kneel down on one knee in front of Noime, hold out her ring in its box and ask, Noime, when you are old enough, will you marry me?

As straight faced as she can be, Noime looks me in the eye and answers, Yes Lewis, I will marry you.

It is as simple as that. I put the ring on her finger, we kiss and all the girls then huddle around Noime to get a close look at the platinum band with three small diamonds. I am now officially engaged.

Noime alone will be in my bed tonight. Maricris sleeps elsewhere. Noime is far too young to take on the day to day responsibilities of a wife. That is Maricris's role for now. But tonight, she gets to claim the prize and I get to be with my little one. It has been some time since I first played with her clit in the CR and brought her off while she peed. These days, Noime has a confidence far beyond her years. She understands her body in a way other young girls do not. She is not forced into sex, as a slave. She has not been raped. She sees this house as her safe place and me as her protector. I encourage her to hold onto her school friends and be as normal as she can be in her everyday life. It does not always work, but for the most part, it does. Tonight is different. Tonight, she comes to me as my formal fiancée and tonight we consummate that commitment.

§ § §

No, Lewis! Stop! I want to undress you!

Ah. OK.

She jumps up on the bed and motions me to come to the edge of the mattress. I comply and Noime starts to unbutton my shirt. Lewis, what we do about Analyn? She is talking and alternatively unbuttoning the shirt and running her hands through my thinning hair. She is looking me in the eye. Noime is not calling me Uncle. She is using my given name. Our roles have changed.

I don't know.

Maybe you let her try again?

Huh? What do you mean?

Lewis, you say that if she comes to your bed, then she is your mistress. Tama¹?

Yes.

But she not want that now. So maybe you say, you can try being with me and Noime and see if you will not want that. Allow her to try without making her mistress.

Noime is removing my shirt and tossing it on the hamper across the room. She runs her fingers through my hair again and asks, You agree to that?

Noime, is that what Analyn wants, or what you and Joy2x want?

Lewis, do not be difficult! She is a foolish girl and she not know what she like. Do this for me.

OK, how does it happen that as soon as they get to be the wife, or even the fiancée, this new ownership behavior springs out in a way that manifestly says, I am the one! OK, Noime, we will give it a try. Once. She says, Good, as she drops my shorts to the floor around my ankles.

Once she has done the same to my boxers, I finish getting out of the clothing and get onto the bed. OK, I'm naked, but you are not. So it is my turn to undress you.

No, silly, I do that later. Relax. I take care of you tonight. I give you a big thank you.

For the second night in a row, I am getting head from a highly proficient practitioner. Granted, Noime does not give deep throat such as Angeli does, but Noime is no slouch either. For years, Ann would not give me head. Now I am thinking, 'hey doesn't a cock belong in a cunt?' Still, it is hard to reject the supreme pleasure I am receiving as Noime does her magic on my shaft. She has one hand on the base of my cock and one hand snaked around to my ass, as she sucks my member for all she is worth. Her saliva drips down onto her hand and my loins. Her long black hair hiding it all from view.

Her grip on my cock is to make sure I do not cum to early and she uses it two times. I am afraid I will get blue balls, when she stops her ministrations, stands up on the mattress and does a very silly and funny version of a strip tease for me. I am going soft from laughing too hard. Noime sees this and having discarded the last of her clothing, drops down on the mattress grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Lewis, what happens if I get pregnant?

We will rejoice when that happens, but it won't happen for a while.

Why you think that?

Huh? What do you mean?

I could get pregnant now. Right?

My cock has been getting hard from her hand job. A thought of a, little, pregnant Noime is a combination of ecstatic happiness and immense terror. She is too young. She could die. How could she have it without the law finding out and putting me in jail? But damn, God damn, I'd love to see her with my child. I am rock hard as she climbs on my member, facing me and rocking back and forth, on her very own joy pole.

Noime's eyes are closed. Her head is back. I think she is in her own world. I am sure as hell enjoying it, but with all the stops and starts, I am not ready to cum right now and not sure I can cum at all. I am still worrying about blue balls. Lewis? Her head is still back with eyes closed, but she is talking to me. Lewis, why you love me so much. Why me, Lewis? Maricris and Angeli are pretty women. I am just a little girl, but always you say, I am the one you love. Lewis, why?

Noime has not stopped fucking herself on my pole. The question she asks, might had been asked even more clearly two years ago, but she was too young to even formulate it then. Now she has come to a mental age where true abstract reasoning has trumped concrete operations.

I have no idea of what to say at the moment, with my dick embedded in the pussy of my inquisitor. Turning the question on her would both be an evil trick and a downer considering the activity we are engaged in at the moment. Noime, sweetheart, ask me later. For now, just fuck your little pussy into a huge cum for me. OK?

Oo, Lewis. And at that moment, she redoubles the intensity of her pounding of my member, an earnest expression on her face, her little erotic body slamming down repeatedly on my very adult size cock, sending my emotions into another gear as well. In a few minutes, we both find our bodies demanding closure and completion. My little one cries out, Lewis! Oh! Just as I shoot my cum into her waiting hot hairless cunt.

Noime collapses on me, my cock sliding out of her cunt as she leans forward and flops onto me fully horizontally.

OK, Lewis, now... why me?

I don't know if I have an answer, Noime. Do you know why you want to marry me and not some nice young boy?

Lewis, I don't think anyone will love me and take care of me like you do. You help save my life. You remember right?

Yes, I remember.

I was going to die, Lewis. Nanay and Tatay, they not have the money for the blood. My count was very low and I think I will die. But you not let me die. Twice, you not let me die. No one else do that. Only you, Lewis. Only you. You ask why I love you? How I not love the man who not let me die?

Noime, in some way, your life has been with me since then. That's all I know.

Then I understand, Lewis. That why you love me and that why we will marry. Our lives are connected in death and life.

§ § §

I am sitting at my desk, reading news websites and catching a few emails. The cell phone tells me I have a text message. It's from Scotty, but it's not Scotty... evidently it is Iay.

Daddy, I think maybe I make a problem. I suck the penis of Scotty and Lilian sees this. She start screaming. They in the bedroom right now. Have a fight. She say he go. She tell him to take his little whore with him. I think she mean me.

I C. Will you go with him?/P>

Opo. If he want me. What if he not?

I don't know. We will think of something.

Salamat, Daddy, maraming, maraming salamat.

There were no more text messages from Iay and I return to my computer screen. My guess of less than 48 hours was far too generous. It has taken only one day. I have no idea how this plays out, but as far as Lilian goes, well, fuck her and the horse she rode in on.

§ § §

It seems I will not get an uninterrupted lunch. My cell phone goes off again. This time it is actually Scotty.

Lewis, got a problem here.

What's up?

Can Iay and I crash at your place?

I guess, that's OK. Why?

I will explain later.

OK.

I lay the phone down and pick up the spoon and fork² just in time for the phone to go off again. This is not a text. It is a call. I do not recognize the number.

Hello?

What you do to me?

Who is this?

You not know me. You do not recognize my voice, Lewis?

Lilian?

Ah see, you know. Yes. It me. Lilian. What you do to me and Scotty?

What are you talking about?

I talk about Iay. What you tell her to do?

Lilian, you are crazy. First you accuse me of killing Belen and now you tell me I did something to Iay? You are nuts.

OK, maybe you not kill Belen, but what you tell Iay to do?

Nothing, Lilian. I never told her to do anything. What has happened?

You know!

No, actually I do not. Scotty asked if he can stay here and I said OK. That is all I know.

Why she have sex with Scotty if you not tell her to do it?

Because Belen told her to have sex with white guys so that there would be a mestizo baby. That's why. Belen was a bad woman.

That not true!

Go ask Iay if her mother didn't tell her that! Go, I will wait on the phone. Go ask her.

Wait!

And I do wait. If Iay tells the truth, then Lilian will get her conformation. If Iay doesn't, well no big deal.

I wait a long time and am about to hang up when Lilian returns. You tell me the truth! Iay say it true. Her mother tell her to have a mestizo baby. She tell her, have sex with white guys. She a bad woman! That why you throw her out?

Lilian, I didn't have a chance to throw her out. She left before I could. I never told her to go. She is probably the cause of Ann dying. I blame Belen for many things that went wrong here, but I never kicked her out.

So she lie to me about all that?

Lilian, I do not know what she told you, but she did seem to lie a lot.

What I do with Iay and my husband?

Oh, Lilian, you do not really want my advice!

Yes I do. I will lose my husband now.

He likes little girls, right?

Yes, I think so.

And if he has Iay, and you do not complain, he gets his little girl, he does not go to jail and you get to keep your husband. Right?

So, you say I allow it?

You have a better idea? Lilian, you say you will lose your husband. Do you want to lose him?

No!

I guess you can kick her out.

If I do that, he leaves!

So, do you have a better plan?

No. But she a child. Too young for this. I do not want to share my husband with a mistress.

Yes, she is a child who likes to fuck older white guys. Keep her, put her on birth control, and I bet she will be good to you, like a daughter. Tell Scotty he can have her, but only once a week. Tell her, she can be with Scotty once a week, but if it is any more often, she must leave. I bet they will both agree.

I think about it. Sorry for accusing. I wrong.

Well, Lilian, I am not sure how I feel about what you and Belen were doing, and how it affected my family. But your apology is accepted. Now go make peace in your home.

Sige, sige. Bye.

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Chapter 44