Copyright© 2012 by VeryWellAged
Chapter 16: The New World Order
Monday
evening was coming to a close. The girls had yet to hear who would lie with
Joshua for the night. Joshua had said nothing and seemed distracted. The girls
looked from one to another, not knowing exactly what to do. Arlin,
who had had a year of taking on the mantle of responsibility, took charge.
Arlin:
Joshua!
Joshua:
Huh?
Arlin: Janna gets you tonight. OK?
Joshua:
Yes, right.
And
so it was. The arrangement of power between the girls had shifted. Arlin was now Ate in Mary’s absence. As Arlin had promoted Janna into Joshua’s bed for the night,
Janna who might have complained, had no reason to do so. If Janna was not
complaining, then Ricca would not complain. Mhitze was accustomed to Arlin
being her Ate so there was no
issue there.
And
Joshua?
Well Joshua was a bit adrift at the moment. It was a conundrum. In some ways,
these Filipinas were his, almost as chattel. He didn’t ‘own’ them, but the
economics of the situation and the access to ‘liberty,’ to food, shelter and a
future, amounted to the same thing. They were his. In other ways, these were
smart, strong willed females who were quite capable of running things. And that
included making decisions for him. So long as he was comfortable with the
results of those decisions, they would take on more and more of the decision-making.
There
were plenty of beds in the house, but Arlin, Mhize and Ricca were all together
in Mary’s bed and all were asleep. The apartment was quiet when Joshua turned
off the lights and entered his bedroom. There, also asleep, was Janna. Joshua
took a quick shower and as quietly as possible got onto the bed and under the
sheets. It is doubtful if any of that mattered. Janna was a sound sleeper and
there was probably no chance of awakening the girl. On this night, it mattered
little to Janna that there should be love making. What mattered was that she
was in Joshua’s bed and no one else but Joshua would be in that bed with her.
Knowing that, sleep had found her willing and peaceful.
Joshua
also was not lusting for a sexual encounter. He was pleased with his companion
and settled into a calm and untroubled restful night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Morning
was another issue entirely. It was a school day morning. Janna was not going to
miss school, and she wasn’t going to lose any opportunity to share love with
Joshua, but she had been far too tired the previous night. Joshua had not
followed her directly into the bedroom. So Janna had set the alarm clock for 45
minutes before she needed to get up for school.
Joshua
heard an alarm in his sleep. His dream soaked mind put him immediately back
home in the USA. The alarm was the one, which had gone off every weekday morning, that he had yet to reprogram to leave him in peace.
In that dream soaked brain he was alone in his stateside bed. In his dream, he
was reaching to turn it off when it seemed to stop, and then he felt a hand on
his Evinrude(*) and lips nibbling his ear. He had a woody as he lay in
his dream state. As his conscious mind snapped into place, crossing over 10,000
statutory miles, and crossing thirteen time zones, his woody hardened into a
truncheon.
He
rolled Janna on to her back, spreading her legs, in that process, raising the
back of her calves on to his shoulders. He centered his cock on her damp cunt
and plunged in.
It
was what Janna wanted. She wanted to feel his desire for her, not his concern
for her. She didn’t want proof that he could be kind. She wanted to feel his
raw desire for her. That was what she was getting. Nothing less than elemental
carnal desire was being expressed as they grunted their way onward. Janna’s
first orgasm came and went in a cloud of need and urgent demand for more, more!
Joshua’s cock repeatedly working its way into and back out of Janna’s tight
cunt. It was like a fist being pushed through an extra small sock; spreading
the fabric and then as fast, relinquishing the space as it collapsed back and
then ramming through and spreading again! The stimulation was overwhelming to
Janna as her second and third orgasm overtook her. Her body was now in a state
of rolling orgasms. One was indistinguishable from the next. Her cunt muscles spasming around Joshua’s engorged member.
Joshua
cock was being clamped on to while at the same time Janna’s hot pussy juices
were flowing over his member. The combination of the hot liquid hitting his
clamped dick, was too much to ignore. In one final
thrust to the very bottom, as he hit bottom, Joshua also let loose with a
massive amount of cum.
As
the hot cum, hit the very deepest recesses of her cunt, Janna screamed, bucked,
clawed and cried.
Now,
with each ramming of Joshua’s cock into her cunt, more cum flowed. Janna was
well taken. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to acknowledge. Joshua
had taken his Janna. Janna knew she was truly desired. That was all either of
them needed to know. All was right in the universe.
Showers
followed and the two schoolgirls launched off the school just like any other
morning.
Joshua’s
coffee was brewed and a mango consumed, along with a slice of cassava cake that
had been purchased yesterday.
Arlin and Mhitze spent the morning and most of the afternoon cleaning
the apartment. The kitchen was to be not just clean but antiseptic clean. The
bathroom was washed with a thoroughness and intensity that would shame any
homemaker in the USA. There was not an inch of the floor, toilet, shower or
walls of the bathroom that was not washed, scrubbed and cleansed. The floors in
the whole apartment were mopped and buffed. Cabinets were cleaned with damp
cloths and then restocked. All the previously worn clothing was washed and hung
to dry. The bed sheets were changed with fresh linen and the previous sheets
were laundered as well. Next came the ironing of all the clothing as they dried
sufficiently.
While
the girls were busy with their activities, Joshua spent the morning deleting
spam, reading and answering a few emails. He tried to catch up with doings in
the USA via CNN.com and a few other news portals. He needed another book. Maybe
he would get one later today or tomorrow. The trip to Manila was in a few days.
He had hoped that Ana Fe and he would have a few days back together before they
fly there, but he had not heard from her today and wondered where she was.
Around
noon, Joshua was called to the kitchen. Arlin had
stopped cleaning for long enough to make him some lunch. As he sat down to eggs
and ampalaya with onion and garlic, Arlin informed him that ampalaya
was good for ‘high blood.’ There was, of course white rice on the plate as
well. It was a simple meal, but a tasty one. The girls were not eating. Only he
was getting a lunch. When he asked Arlin why they
were not eating, she looked at him and in a dismissive way informed him that
they must not get fat. He would not like it if they got fat. That, evidently,
was that. Arlin had effectively told him that he was
an idiot and that they were not going to screw things up for such trifles, as
eating when they were possibly hungry.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ana
Fe and Mary awoke in a hotel of a type that Joshua would never have considered
as acceptable. It was fine by Ana Fe’s way of seeing things and it had the
benefit of being far more affordable. Ana Fe and Mary were not going to be
profligate with Joshua’s money. They could and would account for every peso
that had been spent.
They
quickly washed up and found a canteen a few doors down from the hotel where
they purchased a plate each of chicken and rice. Now well fortified, they found
a tricycle that would take them to the airport. It was lucky that the airline,
on which they were to fly, had Cebu as the hub. Their flight home would be
direct. However as this was a small island, there were only two flights a day
out. After purchasing their tickets with a ‘go lite’
fair, meaning no bags to be checked, they settled down for a four-hour wait. A
few minutes were occupied by texting between Ana Fe and Janna as the child was
on her way to school. In the process Janna gave her mother Arlin’s
cell number.
Joshua
had seen to it during the weekend shopping trip, that both girls had gotten
older Nokia cell phones and ‘load’ which allowed texting between the girls. Now
Ana Fe would text Arlin directly.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Arlin’s cell phone
buzzed quietly as Joshua was pouring his first cup of coffee that morning. The
text message was in Cebuano.
Ana
Fe: Good morning daughter.
Arlin:
Good morning Po.
Ana
Fe: No, just call me mother from now on.
Arlin:
Yes mother.
Ana
Fe: Good! Now, do not say anything to your father, but we are
headed home today. I want to surprise your father. Do you understand?
Arlin:
Yes mother.
Ana
Fe: Janna tells me you are a very good
cook. Do you know how to make afritada?
Arlin:
Yes. Do you want it with chicken or beef?
Ana
Fe: Chicken please. And please make setaw adobo.
Arlin:
Yes mother. This is good. I shopped yesterday and have all the
ingredients. When will you be home?
Ana
Fe: We will be there before 5PM.
Arlin: This is good mother. Mhitze
and I long to see you and Mary. I will have the apartment in perfect shape when
you arrive.
Ana
Fe: I am very pleased to hear this. We
will see you soon child.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At
3PM Arlin started cooking.
Joshua was not watching the process and had no sense that this meal was special
in any way. He knew Arlin to be a good cook. There
was plenty of food in the kitchen and Joshua knew that whatever came to the
table was likely going to be very tasty.
When
he announced a few minutes later, that he was going to the mall for a new book,
Arlin just smiled and asked when he would be back. In
return, Joshua asked when supper would be ready. The answer was 5PM and so
Joshua said he would be back in time for supper.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The
plane had been scheduled to take off at noon. But it only arrived at the
airport at twelve thirty. They didn’t board until one fifteen. They weren’t in
the air until one forty-five. Such was the on-time schedule of Cebu Pacific
Airlines. But the flight was quick. They touched down forty-five minutes later.
And so at two thirty-five they descended the steps from the plane to the
tarmac. By two forty-five, they were on their way to their apartment via one of
two jeepneys and one final tricycle. Traffic was
heavy and it was a long way to the apartment. As the second Jeepney
wended its way through the Cebu traffic, they had been travelling for an hour.
The journey from the airport was taking far longer that had the flight. It was
just a few minutes before four when the tricycle disgorged its two passengers
and left them steps from their front door. They had been gone a little more
than a week. Much had changed in that week.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Arlin was still
cooking when the door opened. She did not notice as the two females reentered
their home, slipped out of the sandals they wore on the street and into the
slippers that had last been worn last week. Mhitze,
who was finishing the ironing, looked up to see two smiling faces and a sign to
be quiet. The girl indicated her assent and returned a broad smile.
It
was only when Ana Fe was just a few paces behind her that Arlin
sensed any movement. Her assumption that it was Mhitze
was brought to a sudden halt by the voice she had once heard over a cell phone
last week.
Ana
Fe: From both the smell and look, I can
tell we are in for a delicious meal, daughter.
Turning
around, Arlin: Mother! You startled me! Thank you for the kind words, but
that is only look and smell, not taste!
Ana
Fe: Ah! The words of a good cook!
Child come let me take a good look at my new daughter.
Arlin: Mother, how can I be your daughter? I am
confused.
Ana
Fe: Mhitze!
Come here child! [there was a pause as Mhitze put
the iron down and approached] Here in
these papers are two official birth certificates. One is for you, Arlin, and one is for you, Mhitze.
Both say that I am your mother. Copies of these have been sent by the Local
Civil Registrar to the NSO with a cover letter saying that some old records had
been discovered, as never having been properly sent. In days, the NSO will have
you listed as my daughters. In two weeks, we will be able to get passports for
the two of you as my daughters. We will also collect other documents now that
we have the birth records. As far as the government knows, you are my
daughters. Do you understand now?
Arlin:
Wow! Yes I do. It is amazing! Please tell me, will you
be good to us mother? We do not know you.
Ana
Fe: Janna tells me your real mother is
dead and that you have been good daughters but have had a difficult life. She
tells me you are worthy of my love. I will treat you as I treat my other
daughters. You will have to ask them if that is good or not!
Arlin:
Mary, Ate, will we be happy?
Mary:
Little sister, it will be fine. You will
be happy. We will all be happy. Tell me, how is our husband
and… where is he?
Mhitze stepping into
the conversation: Ate, Joshua went to the
bookstore. He is a wonderful husband. We treat him good. He is fine.
Arlin:
Yes. Joshua will be back by five. He is fine, but I
think he misses both of you a great deal. Mother please explain
to me. I always believed it should be one woman and one man. But no woman could
ever satisfy Joshua. She would be in pain! How can it be one woman and one man?
Ana
Fe: Child, I do not know the answer. I do
know that you are correct about Joshua. No one woman would ever be right for
him. He needs all of us. And it seems to me that we all need him. Don’t we?
Arlin
and Mhitze together, giggling: Yes mother!
Ana
Fe: You girls finish up here. Mary and I
will shower and change before Joshua returns.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In
the shower, both Ana Fe and Mary washed up and compared impressions.
Ana
Fe: You like them?
Mary:
Yes, they seem nice. They are respectful
and seem to have been taught properly by their mother. They speak our dialect.
No one will know they are not yours.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In
the kitchen.
Arlin:
OK?
Mhitze:
Yes! We get to stay forever so long as Joshua wants us!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Janna
and Ricca were walking down the street, not more than
500 meters from the apartment, when they saw Joshua returning from the mall
with a bag from the National Bookstore.
Joshua
held up and waited for the two to catch up with him. There they were, in their
school uniforms. The white cotton blouses with the peter pan collars. The plaid
skirts that ended well below the knees; the white
socks and the black leather shoes. They were a wet dream for him. While he knew
they were not, they looked virginal. And they? They
seemed genuinely happy and playful. Joshua knew in his heart how lucky he was
as they opened the door to the apartment.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Husband! You have been busy in my absence!
Authors Note: (*) Brit’s aren’t the only
ones who can be playful with language. If you don’t understand ‘Evinrude’… think of the other manufacturer of outboard
engines for pleasure crafts (boats). Still don’t get it? Ask.