Chapter 1

We were on a family vacation. I rented a whole island with several bungalows. I’m the honorary family patriarch. I was married to one of the eldest daughters, until she passed away. Her death didn’t kick me out of the family. Of course, if I was broke, things might have gone differently.

I pay for lots of things, especially entertainment and recreation. Everyone is nice to me. The teenage guys and the Kuyas[1] carry heavy objects for me, while the pre-teen through marriageable age single girls talk to me and laugh at my jokes.

The third day of vacation, I came down with a fever. The private island was a two-hour boat ride from the closest major island and another hour van ride from the port to a hospital. We didn’t have a thermometer, so we didn’t know how high my fever was. We didn’t have any fever reducing medicine, so I would have to treat my symptoms the old-fashioned way.

The day’s planned activities included a boat ride touring the near-by islands, called “Island Hopping,” a stop at a cultural center for an indigenous people’s dancing and music performance, and shopping at the village crafts bizarre.

I told everyone that I was perfectly capable of putting a damp cloth on my forehead, and that everyone should go on the boat tour.

Two of my honorary nieces insisted they needed to stay to take care of me. Krystal, usually called Krys, was nineteen, and Kasey was twenty-two. I had given each of them a used laptop when they started college.

People in the Philippines don’t expect the latest and greatest with a designer label. If it works and looks presentable, they are happy with the gift, even if it is second hand. Krys and Kasey are both very sweet girls, so they received my gifts in the spirit they were given and were happy.

I talk to teens like they are people with functioning brains. I try to be present in the moment of a conversation, so I put down my phone or turn off the TV if one of the teens wants to talk. I think having the full attention of a non-judgmental adult makes teenagers, especially girls, feel special.

For years, I’ve wished that Krys crushed on me. Since my wife died, I’ve flirted with her gently, so she knows I see her as a beautiful woman, not a kid. After she turned eighteen, I flirted more overtly and made a few comments that were more suggestive, complimenting not just her intelligence, but her sexy beauty too. Nothing gross. Nothing like, “I’d like to fuck you.” Just a gentle reminder that I thought she was a pretty girl.

Krystal and Kasey are lovely girls, so it’s no hardship to give either or both of them my undivided attention. Some people would say their breasts are too small, but they are slim, so they have enough curves to look definitely female. Neither dresses provocatively, so it is difficult to estimate their bra size with any accuracy. When they are at the beach, I try to be polite and not stare at their bikini worthy bodies. I don’t want to the old guy who makes girls feel uncomfortable.

Without detailed observation, either staring or ogling, it’s impossible to guess bra size. My best information comes from glances at the girls in their rather conservative bikinis. With too much material obscuring their figures, my best guess is that Krys almost fills an A cup and Kasey fills a B cup full of firm, non-jiggly breasts. Both girls fit my personal preferences template, with a slim figure and breasts sized to be proportionate with their tiny waists and narrow hips. A slender girl doesn’t need a big rack to look excitingly female and totally sexy to me. In my experience, small breasts are usually much more sensitive too. I’m a man who does not understand the concept of “Look, but don’t touch” in a relationship with a woman, but I try to treat everyone in my late wife’s families with respect, so I never tried to molest any of the girls.

Back when I had a sex life, I loved surprising girls by giving them orgasms from just breast and nipple play. That gets girls relaxed and reduces an inexperienced girl’s fear of intercourse. Of course, I hadn’t had any recent practice, but I’ve had enough success satisfying ladies that I never doubted my ability to ring a girl’s bell if she gave me her permission and cooperation.

When my wife died, it left me feeling hopeless that I could find the kind of skinny, pretty girl I liked, who would be attracted to a fat old man, and want a sexual relationship, so I didn’t look. My preference for sweet young things reinforced my feeling of being a pathetic old pervert, adding yet another reason not to seek out full-time female companionship.

Kasey won several beauty pageants. Beauty contests are serious business and a very big deal in the Philippines, so she is definitely way above average looking. She has a fashion model’s body.

She is very slim and I’m sure size zero clothing of all types is no problem for her. She is 100% natural and doesn’t use or need padding or Spanx.

At five feet, ten inches tall, she towers over most Filipinas. In a bikini, she looks like she is all legs. A bikini makes the part of her body, from the waist band of the hip-hugger style bottoms to the gusset panel that nestles between her legs, seem extremely tiny. It makes me want to fill all that space inside her with my cock. I imagine slowly sinking my steely dick into her silky, slippery sheath and making her feel stuffed from labia to navel. It makes me wish I could act like a caveman, throw her on the ground, and breed her on the spot.

A bizarre note is that there is a mischievous look in her eyes sometimes that reminds me of World War Two era photographs of my mom, who at the time was young, stylish, five foot two with eyes of blue, and considered quite the babe by the boys in her high school.

Either Kasey was not quite up to Miss Universe standards, or she wasn’t willing to blow the number of judges required to win. I’ve seen evidence of her moral fortitude, so I think the latter explanation is most likely.

I think Kasey has some Spanish ancestry, and she has more dark hairs on her upper lip than I’ve seen on girls who win titles. If she ever does another run for a title, I’ll have to see if we can get a coach who will insist that Kasey gets rid of the excess facial hair, among the myriad other unnatural processes a pageant girl must endure to look naturally beautiful.

When a young woman reaches a certain level of loveliness, the differences between first place and runner-up are so minute, it would take advanced scientific instruments to measure the variations. I think there are subjective factors in play that make one girl look prettier than another to a particular person. Depending on how close the judges are to the stage, I suppose female pheromones could influence their vote. Then again, perhaps the judges knew Kasey’s biological father was Danish, and didn’t want a girl who wasn’t pure Filipina representing the Philippines.

I like Kasey’s look because she seems real and genuine. Some of the professional pageant girls seem like they are interchangeable plastic dolls. Kasey’s diverse genetic heritage makes everything good in her Asian genes shine. The year there was a big debate over whether the contestant from Columbia was prettier than the winner from the Philippines, I would have voted for Kasey over both those ladies.

Unlike the useless plastic doll contestants, I can very easily visualize Kasey as a woman in love, waking up with bed head and worried about brushing her teeth before a morning kiss. I have dreamed of how her face would look in the midst of an orgasm. I can imagine her as a young wife, in love, and eager to please her husband.

Krys hasn’t ever competed in a pageant, but something about her evokes sexy fantasies in my perverted old brain. The girl always wears modest clothes, but she puts together fashion forward outfits that give her a unique look, as if she is a fashion designer or celebrity stylist. She never acts provocative, so I don’t know why I get such a sexy vibe from her. It’s undoubtedly, “Just my imagination, running away with me.” to quote the Temptations.

I’m in my baggy sleep T shirt and gym shorts. Kasey is wearing the adult version of little girl pajamas. They are thin flannel, pink, with a teddy bear print. I can see clearly that she isn’t wearing a bra, but her breasts are so firm they don’t flop around or even jiggle. She’s perfectly proportioned, so only my perverted mind draws my eyes to her tits. I can see from her VPL (Visible Panty Line) that she’s wearing a cross between little girl’s underwear and granny panties. My imagination runs wild wondering whether her sexuality never awakened or whether her hormone level is too low to generate adult female sexual desires and needs.

Kasey is a girl who looks like the girl next door unless she wants to impress. I can see her beauty all the time, but it doesn’t reach out and grab me by the gonads, the way her aura does when she is all dolled up for a contest or made up for a photo shoot.

Krys is wearing a sleep shirt and shorts. Her shirt fits more snugly than mine, showing off her breasts. The white, cropped tee makes her breasts seem bigger. I want to reach under her shirt and caress her mammary mounds. Her shorts are quite brief, while mine go down past my knees. Her flat tummy and narrow hips make me desperately want to breed her and fill her belly with my baby.

Kasey got right to work pouring cool water into a bowl and wetting a cloth to put on my forehead. She took on a no-nonsense “nurse’s” attitude and placed the first cloth on my forehead. Her hands are light and even though I feel sick, her gentle touch registers in the arousal detection part of my brain. She looks adorable in her pink flannel PJs. She moistens another cloth and places it behind my neck. She wets a third cloth and holds it over my ears, one at a time. I feel the fever heat being drawn out of my body, especially through my ears.

Krys said, “I need you to take your shirt off, so I can put cloths under your arms. That’s one of the best ways to draw fever heat out of the body.”

I said, “I think I should spare you being grossed out by my fever stink.”

Krys grinned at me and said, “I am not going to make it in a medical career if I can’t do something simple for someone I know. You are always encouraging me to stick with my studies, even when I’m discouraged and feel too stupid to succeed, so I’m taking your shirt off, mister!”

I didn’t fight her. My flabby stomach embarrassed the hell out of me, bare and on display to two beautiful young women. I’d had wet dreams about both of them. Now that they’d seen how fat I am, I had no hope of my fantasies ever coming true.

Kasey managed changing the cloths on my head and Krys did the ones under my arms.

Around noon, I was starting to feel better, and my internal temp seemed to be self-regulating again. Kasey went off to get us lunch.

Krys came and sat on my lap. She was as light as I expected, so it was not a chore to have her sitting on me. She was nineteen, five feet – eight inches tall, which is very tall for a Filipina. She was slim as a young girl. If I happened to be following her on the escalator in a mall, I found myself noticing her VPL and wondering what age a girl would normally be to fit into such tiny panties. Krys doesn’t look skinny or unhealthy though, just slim in a way that gets me mentally aroused to the point that a physical reaction is inevitable.

Krys has the cute, coltish quality actress Kimberly Williams brought to her performance as Annie Banks in the Father of the Bride movies. I have never seen such authentic looks of love and adoration. The way Krys moves and her facial expressions and mannerisms as well as her expressive eyes remind me of the actress. Krys has a look that melts my heart. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep myself from falling for Krys. I only hoped I could do the right thing and never tell her exactly how I felt about her.

She said, “Uncle George, I have a confession to make. I know I am much too young for you to be interested in me. The thing is, I keep wishing you liked me and wanted to kiss me and touch me and do things to me. I’m shy, but I’ll try to be more precise. I want you to do sex things to me. I want to be your wife and I want you to get me pregnant several times. I want to have your babies. I want us to be together and in love forever.”

I replied, “Haven’t you ever caught me looking at you and realized I want to be able to see you without your clothes? I have been afraid you’d see how much I want you by the look in my eyes. I’m always afraid you’ll catch me looking feel disgusted because I’m so old, fat, and ugly.

“I must have sensed your feelings for me because no matter how hard I try I can’t keep my eyes off you. I have sexy thoughts about you every time I see you, and I have lots of wet dreams about you. I’m very interested in you, dear. I’m afraid that you would get tired of me very quickly. You are so pretty and oh, so sexy, that I’m sure you would get a better offer in no time at all.”

Krys said, “I’m a little pervy, and I read sexy stories online. I never get the kind of feelings the girls in the stories talk about from anyone but you. I’ve known you look at me for a while. Your looking doesn’t upset me because it makes my panties wet, knowing you want me, Uncle George.

“When you are better, I want to do something about my feelings for you. Do you want to act on your feelings for me?”

I turned her pretty face to mine and kissed her on the lips.

Krys blushed, smiled, and said, “Wow, that was a kiss like they talk about in the stories. Now I’m a girl who knows what it’s like to be thoroughly kissed.

“What’s going on in your thoughts George? Are you lonely and horny since Auntie died? Do I look like a girl you want for a night or two, or one you keep on a string and use whenever it’s convenient?”

I said, “I feel stupid, just the way you do because I can’t control my thoughts. I know I’m too old for you. I know I’m too fat and ugly to deserve a beauty like you, but whenever I see you, I can’t keep my eyes off you. When we talk, I find myself admiring everything about you. I keep thinking that you are the one person in the world, spending time with would always be worthwhile. I find myself thinking that if you liked me enough that you started wondering if you could fall in love with me; I believe I would fall in love with you even more deeply than I was in love with your Aunt Mae. I dream we could be together forever and that you’d love me enough to want us to make love. I want you to be my wife, if that’s really what you want too.

“I’m old, Krys. Some parts of me don’t always work anymore. I know you are worried that I only see you as a sexy girl and worry that I just want sex with you. I know you have heard lots of people say there is more to love and more to a marriage than sex. I know from experience that without sex, love can cool off and marriage can get boring. The best way to have a strong marriage is to have a healthy sex life.

“A good sex life for a couple means that the husband isn’t using his wife. He is working his hardest to make sure his wife always gets pleasure from everything they do, and she never feels like her husband is using her.

“Yes, I want us to have sex any time you are in the mood, but I promise I will do everything I can, every single time, to make you glad that you gave me permission to touch you and excite you and love you and satisfy you. When we have sex because it’s what you want too, you won’t worry any more.

“I’m not making any assumptions or judgments about your experience level, but knowing what wives usually complain about, I’m betting you have either never been with a man or not been with a man who does his best to make it good for you.

“I suppose you could say that one good thing about my being old is that you wouldn’t have to put up with me for long if it turns out that you feel like being with me is a mistake.”

Krys asked, “How do you feel about me having your babies?”

“I want that just as much as you do,” I replied.

I’m not sure who started the kiss, but I responded to how she felt in my arms; soft, and small, and totally female. I wanted to ravish her and at the same time, protect and take care of her. I took control of the kiss and let Krys know exactly what I had in mind for us.

Kasey walked in as Krys was kissing me back as passionately as I’d kissed her.

Kasey said, “I’ve never been interested in anything to do with sex. Today I was enjoying playing wifey taking care of sick hubby. I didn’t feel a bit horny. Then my left breast brushed against your arm, and even through my clothes, I felt the kind of tingles in my nipples and then down between my legs, that Krys was talking about the girls in stories describing. I don’t know that I’ll ever want sex every night like a good wife is supposed to. I’m positive I don’t want to get pregnant and fat, but I don’t think the stories are nonsense anymore because I’ve started to have the same kinds of feelings. Maybe I would feel healthier if you sexed me now and then, so I could have orgasms and get the endorphins.”

Krys said, “Taking care of a man and children is a lot of work. I think if Kasey and I shared the work and shared the romance and fun too, that we might have a successful, long-lasting family.”

I said, “I’m old. I might not be able to give both of you everything you need.”

Kasey said, “Krys and I have been friends for a while, and girls talk about everything, even embarrassing stuff. I’m going to tell you the whole truth, including the embarrassing parts.

“We like you and trust you. Both of us are more scared about intercourse than we admit. We trust you to be our first man and teach us how to make love. Krys wants your babies. I suppose there could be an accident and I’d get pregnant too. Even though that’s not what I want, the possibility doesn’t disgust me. Krys is pretty sure she will like mating with you a lot. I might even like sex stuff more than I think I will. There was a rumor I overheard some of the older women in the family talking about. They said that before she died, Auntie always bragged that you were really good at everything that makes a woman feel loved, happy, sexy, and satisfied.”

I changed the subject and said, “It’s not legal to have two wives.”

Krys said, “There are lots of uninhabited little islands in the Philippines where people just disappear into the jungle. We could find one and vanish. We could play ‘house,’ Uncle George, just like when I was little. Now I’m grown up enough to give you everything a wife should give her husband to keep him healthy and happy. Even when I was young, I knew there was more to it than just cooking and cleaning. There was an amorphous ‘MORE’ I wanted to give you, but I didn’t know what it was until I started my medical studies. I want to give you everything, Uncle George. I want to give you ALL of me.”

Kasey said, “Manny has another boat. We could be gone before the others get back. I really don’t want to deal with my mom about this. I want to play, ‘house’ with Uncle George too. I want him to be my daddy and cuddle me and tuck me in at bedtime. I never had a daddy to love me when I was growing up. I think I’m a mess emotionally because of that.

“Uncle George, don’t think loving me will be all one sided and frustrating. One night when you tuck me in, I’ll be naked under the covers. I’ll pull your hand onto my breast and beg you to love me and make me your woman and your wife.”

Krys said, “We should prepare, so we have food and stuff to build with. I want a bed to get laid in my first time and most of the time in fact. I don’t see the charm of doing it on a banana leaf with mosquitoes biting my ass, or other, tenderer places.”

Kasey said, “You are right. We need to make provisions for hygiene, so we don’t get digestive diseases from bacteria or cholera from bad drinking water. We need to figure out how prissy we are, Krys, about taking care of our feminine hygiene. I think we need enough water so we can bathe like civilized people, even if we live primitively in most ways.”

I said, “I agree that we need a place where we can keep clean, and we need mosquito nets when we sleep. We need to have healthy food. If we don’t have a good balance, we can get sick. We can grow some things, but at first, we may not have everything we need. That means we need secure storage, like steel shipping containers, and we will need to declare war on rats.”

Krys said, “I think we should search for a resort that went out of business and see if any of the facilities are still usable.”

I said, “Good idea!

“Can we wait until I can get a place ready for us? I mean, can we wait to have our wedding night?”

Kasey said, “I’m way behind emotionally, and apparently, hormonally. I don’t feel a need to hurry to have sex the first time. However, I’m not much of an actress, so I don’t think I could keep up pretending I’m innocent and virginal if I’m married and we’ve consummated our union.”

Krys said, “I don’t know how accurately my feelings now let me predict my feelings in the future, but the way my body feels lately, and the way my brain has been working, after our wedding night, I’m going to need my husband’s attention regularly. A long hiatus will not work for me. The more we talk about it, the more I think I want our wedding night to be tonight. We will regret it if we don’t seize this chance to be together and share all our love.”

I said, “After we consummate our marriage, I will have such a silly grin on my face that everyone will know why.”

Kasey said, “I think we should have Manny take us to a port that has a hotel. We can stay at the hotel while we find our island and get our materials. We could take advantage of having a bed and consummate our marriage tonight.”

Krys said, “Husband, is that within the budget?”

I laughed and said, “I try to keep a zero balance on my credit card, so I think we can work things out.”

Kasey said, “We should just take one bag each. Try to take the clothes you really need and will use every day. I suggest Krys and I stick to cotton underwear until we have our house built and we have a place to keep sexy little nothings. I’ve never owned any, but in all the romance stories, hot girls always wear scandalous lingerie to display their nubile bodies and get a man’s attention. When she helps him undress her, finding lacy little underthings makes it clear to him that she’s willing and probably eager.”

Kasey got Manny and we carried our bags to the boat. He had rigged an eighteen-horse-power tractor engine driving a two bladed propeller. The outrigger design boat was light and went faster than I expected. He dropped us at a port with a hotel. We registered at the hotel with Kasey as my wife, and Krys as Kasey’s sister because Krys doesn’t look like she’s eighteen, let alone, nineteen.

We bought street food; cubes of BBQ chicken and pork, skewered on bamboo and cooked over charcoal. We all took showers, and all ended up wearing athletic shorts and some form of tee shirt. Krys laughed and said, “I should really be the wife, you know, because I’m the girl in lust.”

Kasey said, “You be the wife on even days, and I’ll the wife on odd days, because I am already ever so odd.”

Krys giggled and said, “Then I get to be his mistress on odd days, and you can be his whore on even days.”

Kasey said, “I guess I should have let you be the wife today, because you are braver than I am. Besides, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to cut in ahead of you, Krys.”

Krys said, “What would you like, husband?”

I said, “Everything I’ve read about polyamory says the ladies should be the ones to set schedules. I love you both, so I’ll be equally happy no matter who shares my bed.”

Kasey said, “We could just get a king size bed and all sleep together. Then if I did my wifely duty at bedtime, so hubby can fall asleep easily, when he wakes up in the night to pee, and brings a hardon back to bed, he can use it on his mistress, so he can get back to sleep.”

I said, “Damn, I wish I was younger!”

My wives laughed and smiled at me. I knew they were wishing the same thing, but they were too sweet to say it out loud.

Kasey said, “I think if we are naked together in bed, I’ll get used to the size of your cock and I’ll stop being scared, George. I’ve never seen a real one before, so yours looks scary big to me.”

I said, “I’m average size, but I’ve always felt a little small. There’s nothing to be scared about. If a woman can deliver a baby vaginally, you can definitely fit my six inches inside your oh so female body.”

Krys said, “When you see how good it makes me feel when I take our husband inside my pussy, you’ll forget all about being scared, and you’ll want him to do you too, sooner, rather than later.

“Georgie, I’ve seen pics of your American wives. I think you felt small because they were stretched out old cows. Now you have two skinny young virgins, so you’ll always feel like you are plenty big enough for our tight pussies. The last few months I’ve been experimenting with masturbating. It took a month before I could go from one to two fingers up my pussy when I was trying to learn to Jill Off. From how having two fingers in me felt, I promise you will feel as big as I ever want to take on. I want you to know that when I have you inside me for the first time and I tell you that your cock is big, I’ll really mean it.”

I kissed Kasey, and she kissed back. She didn’t kiss like she was afraid. I came up for air and then turned to kiss Krys. We got totally carried away, and both of us forgot all about Kasey.

I was kissing Krys’ lips passionately when she took my right hand and placed it over her breast. I knew she was giving me permission, so I caressed and gently squeezed her firm little peaches. I imagined I heard the Steve Miller Band in the background, and realized I loved her peaches and wanted to shake Krys’ tree more than I’d ever wanted anything.

Krys turned to face me and put one leg on either side of my left leg. She sank down and began rubbing herself against my thigh. She smelled clean and female and exciting. I thought her normal body temperature must be higher than most people’s. I felt like she was hot enough to scald my skin. Even through her shorts, she felt humid. She was like a tropical rain forest between her slender thighs, hot and oh so wet.

Krys purred as she rubbed herself against my thigh. She whispered, “This would work better without clothes in the way.”

She stood and pulled her cropped tee over her head. She gave her head a shake to put her thick, wavy, black hair back in place. I was enchanted by her joyful smile and the way her breasts didn’t jiggle at all. She slipped her shorts down so they were hanging off one foot, gave a dancer’s kick, and sent them flying across the room.

I stood and quickly got rid of my shorts and shirt. She came into my arms and pressed her naked body tightly against mine. She was so hot, it was almost like bumping into a hot iron, but my skin didn’t burn.

I kissed down her neck to her lovely, firm breasts and kissed them both all over. I took her left nipple in between my lips and licked it until it was hard as a pebble. She sighed in pleasure. I moved to her right nipple and tongue lashed it to throbbing hardness. I went back to her left breast and sucked her nipple until Krys moaned. I moved back to her right breast and pretended I was our baby, nursing from Krys’ swollen nipples.

I kissed down her flat tummy and pressed demanding kisses against her mound. Krys whimpered and whispered, “Don’t tease me. Make me yours.”

I replied, “Trust me dear, you will enjoy things a lot more if you let me get your body so hot it is eager to receive me and turns off the part of your brain that worries.”

I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. I used my hands to spread her tight slit enough so I could lick her gash. I worked my tongue between her swollen lips and found her clitoris. I took a chance and licked her clit directly. She gasped and cried out, “Oh daddy!”

I went to work on her clit in earnest and licked and sucked her pearl until I’d given her three hard orgasms. I kept licking her clit as I started to probe her tight pussy with one finger, very slowly and gently. I found her G-spot and massaged the bump until she came again. I picked up my licking speed until I had Krys whimpering from multiple orgasms.

Krys whined, “I need your cock in my pussy, daddy. I need you inside me now!”

I got on my knees and guided the tip of my hard dick to her wet opening. I slowly pressed the head into her hole. She was incredibly tight, but her vaginal muscles yielded to the pressure, and I slowly slid inside the hot little furnace between her teenage legs. I kept pressing until I felt my pubic bone crushing her clit. She never complained or acted like she felt any pain.

Krys whispered, “I love the feel of you inside me. I knew it was going to be wonderful. I’ve been falling in love with you for years. I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I was first old enough to know exactly what husbands and wives do together.

“I have to ask you, George, do you want me because I’m skinny and you can imagine me being really young? Are you a serious pervert? Are you going to want me to pretend to be a pre-teen every time, or do you love me and want me for the real me?”