Ying Yang

It isn't a minute later that I have the troika of Maricris, Angeli and Lyla surrounding me. They may all have close to coequal footing, but Maricris is still in charge. Lewis, tell us the news about Analyn and Joy2x.

Why do you think there is news?

Oh! Stop being makulit! What happening?

Do you know that your daughter has asked permission to stay at a friend's house tonight?

Ha! See, I know! She leaving! This girl... Joy2x tell you her name?

No.

Well, I hear from Laarni, Analyn in love with this girl. Want to leave Joy2x but not know how. What Joy2x ask?

That is not fair Maricris. You know better than to ask me such a question. I do not tsismis.

OK, OK. But not fair! Analyn is my daughter!

Yes and if there was something you needed to know, I would tell you. Just like I tell... [the door/gate bell is ringing]

We all look out the window. At the gate is Iay and she does not look like a happy camper. At her feet is a small plastic garbage bag. It probably contains all the belongings she has in the world. Lyla taps on the window, motioning Iay to come in through the gate and we walk over to meet her at our front door.

When she does enter it is clear that Iay has been crying. The conversation is in Visayan. I am not as fluent in that as I am in Tagalog, but from what I gather, after Scotty kicked Lillian out of the house. He packed his stuff up as best he could. Called a friend to pack up the rest and sell it for him, and left to the airport with a plan to head back to the States. He told Iay, he had all he could stand of the Philippines. Telling her that she would have to find somewhere else to live, and sort of a 'good luck to all that' type of message.

Scotty may cool off and return but it is entirely possible that it is the last we will ever hear of him. Iay has landed back on our laps. I am sure as hell not sure how I feel about Iay right now. Her actions from my point of view, toward her mother might seem justified, but for Christ's sake, it was her mother she did in! And then she pulled the same shit with Lillian. What would we be taking on if she stays here? What if she gets upset with someone in this house?

And then as if Iay can read my mind, she tells me, Daddy, Lillian is alive. I make sure of that. You are right. No more dead. I not want Lillian dead, just to hurt and lose the one she love. I do that. She deserve that. I want to make Scotty mine, to keep Lillian from him, not because I love him. He is a weird man. He make me wear silly clothes and act in silly ways. But I do it, to make Lillian alone. Now he is gone and Lillian no have him. Please Daddy, I want to live here.

Iay, you can stay here if you agree that there will be no more secret plans. No more hurting anyone. I want peace and happiness here.

I agree Daddy. But Daddy, I do want a baby. So, this is not secret. OK? And it not because Mother want me to have baby. It because I want it.

Angeli speaks, interrupting me, but it is probably a good thing, Come child. You need to wash up and sleep. Come.

As Angeli and Iay disappear through the Lanai to the extension, Maricris and Lyla stay with me, with questions behind probing eyes. And then Maricris's expression changes. She has made a decision. She reaches up to me, pulls me down to her lips, plants a deep but brief one on me, before releasing and announcing, She stays. We make a place for her here. I take her as my child, Lewis. I will be responsible for her. You take her with Laarni tonight. You give her a ring. She is yours. We are done now. No more in or out. Analyn goes to her girlfriend. Iay comes. We are done. And with that, Maricris kisses me on the cheek and walks off, leaving Lyla standing in amazement.

Feeling as confused as I am, Lyla?

Yes, Sir! Why my mother do that?

Because mothers have to make hard decisions sometimes. Analyn does not belong here. Your mother knows that. Iay needs to be here. There is really nowhere else for her. Your mother knows that too. She is not kicking Analyn out. She is allowing Analyn to leave without guilt or problems. Your mother is a woman of quality. You are very lucky that she is your mother. She fights for each of her children, but not for her needs. She fights for the needs of you girls. Your mother is a very special person.

Then why you confused, Sir?

I don't know what to do with Iay. I do understand why Moon calls me Father. I have never understood why Iay calls me Daddy. It may be a small thing, but it has never seemed honest. Still her attachment to Ann clearly appears to have been deep and transformative.

Sir I do not understand 'transformative.'

It means it changed her enough that she would turn against her own mother for what was done to Ann.

Ah, OK. I see... I think. So... Sir, maybe I ask her why she call you Daddy. OK?

OK. Yes, maybe that is a good idea. A simple, honest and good idea.

Sir, we have been talking about baby names.

Oh? And what names have 'you all' decided would be good?

Sir, is it OK if each of our first children are named Ann plus our name?

Huh? Lyla I do not understand.

Well, my child will be called, Ann Lyla. Angeli already give you an Ann so she has to give a different name to her second. But maybe my mother has a child. It will be Ann Maricris. See?

A house full of Ann's?

Yes, but of course each gets a nickname so no problem. OK?

Are you sure all want this?

Yes, Sir! I am sure.

What if your child is a boy, Lyla?

Then we call him Lewis!

And if you have a Lewis and your mother has a boy, what do we name him?

Oh! I don't know! We have to think about that!

Ha! OK.

So it OK with you if I have Ann Lyla?

Yes, it is very much OK.

Salamat Sir Lewis.

Lyla, don't you think you should call me Lewis and not Sir?

No, Sir! No! Oh No! You are Sir!

OK, I give up. And I pull Lyla in for a good kiss before slapping her ass and sending her off to do whatever she should be doing.

It isn't 7:30 in the morning yet.

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For as 'exciting' as my early morning has been, the rest of the day passes without much of which to take note. I see some of the guys for a card game.

The guys seem to know nothing of the doings in Scotty's household and I do not bring it up. Best to leave that alone.

We talk about recipes for making what we can't purchase in the stores. I work at ordering things for a balikbayan box, which when filled with assorted things will be shipped from the States to me here. Once shipped, we will not see the box for another three months, so this is 'long term planning.' Still if you have a craving for Lorna Doone cookies, or Keebler club crackers, or a new shirt from Columbia Sportswear, or sandals with rubber as opposed to neoprene souls, or five blade razor cartridges from Schick or Gillette, these boxes can become handy. So I ask the guys if there is anything they want to add to the box.

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The issue of with whom Iay will room is not decided and does not need to be resolved today.

Lyla, sweet Lyla, has subtly changed. I am not sure if it is the ring or a late stage effect of the pregnancy. But there is less of a playfulness, artful coyishness and at times outright brazen sexiness, and more of a female, clear on purpose, still sure of her own beauty, but determined to ease her man's path. Lyla watches me closely and is rarely the second one to deal with anything I might need. She isn't looking for approval. She knows she has it. She is however establishing among the others, that she is to be understood as my primary go-to girl. Maricris and Angeli might run the house, but she and Noime will be my primary wives. I say this last thing, because this evening as Noime arrives home, Lyla makes sure the two of them are together and together they act. Lyla has created Team Noime-Lyla. Noime is in full approval mode.

Analyn is not at the supper table and Joy2x is quietly crying. Eventually Angeli takes Joy2x from the table to her bedroom so she can have some privacy. But the sobbing sounds that emanate from the bedroom are disconcerting. Joy2x is inconsolable. I get up from the table, and enter Joy2x's bedroom, signaling Angeli to scoot. I sit down on the bed next to Joy2x, but do not touch her. Through heaving sobs, Joy2x is saying, Boss, I love her! How I stop hurting so bad? Ann leave me. Now Analyn leave me. What wrong with me?

There is nothing wrong with you. Remember how hard it was to even find a lover before you came to live here? You have had very good luck finding love here, where you had very bad luck before you got here. Right?

Yes, I guess. But they leave me!

Is it better you never have any love at all?

No! That not what I mean!

I know it's not what you mean, but you are acting if the rest of us do not get our heart broken a few times in life. We all do, Joy2x. I know your heart is broken right now. I know the hurt is real. All I am saying, is that to love, does mean that you will also hurt. One assures the other. Now, do you want one of us to stay with you and hold you? We can do that all night long if you wish. If you are hungry, I will have some food brought to your room, so you have privacy.

No. I will come back to the table. I am sorry, Boss. Boss, you know I love you, right?

Yes, Joy2x, that fact has not gone unnoticed. When did you come to understand how deeply you do love me?

I learn it when Analyn say we need to leave here. I tell her I cannot. She say, why? In beginning I not know what to say. Then when I do, I cannot tell her. Boss, I love both you and her. It is hard to do that. It must be very hard for you to love all us. Your heart must be broken a lot sometimes.

Joy2x, this is something that the others here may not ever understand. Yes, my heart hurts, even today. But we live with the hurt and are happy for the good things. There is no other choice.

Boss, I see her in school today and tell her, it OK to leave me. All she say is, thank you.

And then Joy2x throws herself against me for what is simply a search for consolation in the form of accepting arms. We eventually get up and return to the table.

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Laarni and Iay are sitting on the bed, eggplants¹ protruding from their cunts. Laarni looks puckishly at me and asks, You hungry, Sir? Need some gulay?

No Laarni, no vegetables, only your sweet pussy tonight. Now get that damned thing out of your cunt.

They both remove their eggplants, coated with their juices. Laarni is clearly ready and not in need of any foreplay from me. She wants a good fucking. This is clear as she gets on her knees and wags her wet exposed cunt in the air. There is hardly any more, less subtle way, of saying 'fuck me.'

I remove my shirt and step out of my slacks and boxers, my now rigid cock anticipating the waiting reward. I pull Laarni to the edge of the bed and standing on the floor, I slide into her cunt from the rear. One hand sliding around her hips to reach her clit and the other grabbing a nipple, I start a slow fucking of the little girl. Tight does not begin to describe the feeling. I am bottoming out with each thrust and yet, Laarni is not asking for me to ease up, she is wanting it harder and faster.

Iay is on her back and pulls Laarni's head down to her cunt, telling her little sister to eat her good. I have taken Viagra tonight and am in no great need to cum as I push meat into Laarni. The little girl lasts only five minutes before her circuit breakers snap and an intense orgasm rips through her tiny body. I do not stop, but must hold her hips up to continue fucking her little cunt. A second orgasm sends spasms down her legs and her limbs quiver. I allow her to crumble, on her side, onto the mattress. Grabbing Iay's ankles, I pull her so that her ass is on the edge of the bed. Throwing her legs up over my shoulders, I take my heavy wood and plunge it into the girl. All I get from Iay is, Yes!

It has been quite a while since I fucked this teenager. Her youthful body is now very much one of a young woman. I am enjoying just looking at the beauty I am skewering below me. Her eyes have been closed and a smile securely on her face. Opening her eyes, she looks at me, the smile disappears. And while being seriously fucked, she seems to gather her wits, to say, Do not send me away Daddy. I do anything you want. I take care of any girl here you need me to take care of. I give you babies. I not be bad, ever. Except if you want me bad, and then I very bad. I belong to you Daddy. I, your mean dog bitch, who belong to you.

I reach down between her legs, pinch her clit hard and make her scream. She cums. I pull out and tell her, Go to Joy2x right now. Take both eggplants with you. Fuck her hard and make her cum. Stay with her tonight. Now go!

Iay, looks at me and only says, Yes! Grabbing the eggplants, she is out of the door in seconds. I roll Laarni onto her back. She has been well fucked but I am still hard. Putting her legs up on my chest, her heels do not make it near my shoulders. I center my member and push in. Laarni gasps. I do not try to amp up the stimulation for the girl. I just want to fuck until I cum. That takes a while, even with this tightest of all cunts. Still the stimulation does its trick and I feel the need build. Slamming into Laarni, I glimpse a vision of this little one with a pronounced baby bump. It is an intense erotic vision and my seed attempts to make fantasy a reality. I do all I can, to plant the seed in fertile egg.

Laarni is exhausted and lying supine on the bed. I reach over to the night stand and get out her ring. As I put it on her little finger, I hear a quiet, Thank you Sir. Now you will be my husband. Once again, it is not what I intended, but it is how it is being received.

There are two rings left. One for Joy2x and one that I bought, against my natural inclination for Analyn. But Analyn is likely gone. It seems that Iay will get it instead. I could not have guessed that when shopping for these rings. Still, might Analyn return and not leave?

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This is Saturday morning. I leave Laarni sleeping as I get up to shower and toilet at 5:30. At 6:15 I am still the only one up as I drink my coffee. The paper has yet to be delivered. I am just puzzling over what has happened to Iay these many months since she disappeared from our house with her mother. I am aware of snippets of her existence but not her position in the process. How much of this was all Belen? Was it as completely Belen as Iay would have me believe? It would seem there is a strong case to be made for her on this, based on the anger towards Belen and Lillian. I text Gina and ask for her understanding of Iay's role. It is still early but Gina texts back saying, Iay scared and do what Belen say. Belen order Iay and Iay do that.

I thank Gina. I think I have all the answers I need. Iay is here for good.

I am finishing my second cup when Angeli and Maricris appear. Good morning, Lewis, is Maricris's greeting before she informs me that they are off to the palengke this morning. A peck on the cheek is the greeting from her comrade. They both have their rings on. I tell them to remove the rings before they go. That produces frowns but an acknowledgment that it is the right thing to do. Both give me their own ring for safe keeping.

The palengke is the best place to purchase fresh fruits and vegetables, but it is filled with thieves. It is best not to tempt fate.

Before the two can make their way out of the gate, they are met by a crying Analyn, and another girl. Maricris decides this is my problem, not hers. She directs the two to me and as she leaves with Angeli, they step around the puddles from last night's rain.

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Chapter 47