Chapter 2

Home Again

Jun’s company helped with all the paperwork involved. All I had to do was wire them some large sums of money, and fill out a lot of forms, which I did happily. And then wait.

It was pretty rough coming back. There was the time difference, being dumped back into my work schedule, and worst of all, missing Mari and her girls. I was back in my car doing my damn commute on Highway 101, and really wishing I was thousands of miles away.

My “sometimes girlfriend” Erin called, and I told her that the trip was great, that I was getting married, but that I wasn’t ready to share anything more about it, yet. She grumbled but accepted it.

My daughter Mia called, and for the first time in my life, I held back from telling her everything. I told her about Marikit, and the girls. I told her about the Philippines, about the climate and the food. I told her the girls were super smart, and described their personalities. And I told her, honestly, that sex with Marikit was fantastic, and that we were engaged. I didn’t say a word about sex with the girls, and thankfully, she didn’t ask.

The Visa process is a maze, and you are at the mercy of some very slow and uncaring bureaucracies. The painful result is that it took several months before Mari and her girls could enter the USA. Stuck in the Philippines, they weren’t staying at the school compound anymore, but they weren’t back in poverty either; I wired enough money to make sure of that. Once a week, Mari and I got to talk on Skype. We talked for an hour, about almost everything. We permitted ourselves some mild video-sex but never, ever mentioned her girls and sex in the same context. Never trust internet traffic!

One bright point is that on our second call, Mari told me she was pregnant. That led to lots more conversation about what this would mean in our lives, once we were together.

Meanwhile, I was pretty damn sexually frustrated. Mari encouraged me to go see Erin. I had mixed feeling about that, but I loved how much Mari wanted me to be happy. Finally, I did break down and do it, a few times. Erin is a busy woman, and on her own schedule, but she eventually invited me over for sex, on the condition that I tell her at least something about my trip and my “mail-order bride”. I told her a version of the story which was “true”, in that I described most of what happened, with the exception of the girls. It was only a “lie of omission”. Erin was titillated enough by my stories that we enjoyed some long fuck sessions, and on one trip, even let me in her ass. Fucking her red-haired, large, curvy, middle-aged body was a dramatic change from what I’d gotten used to, but, you know, all women are sexy in their own way.

I missed the after-sex cuddling. I missed saying “I love you.”

At one point Erin asked, point-blank, whether I’d had sex with Mari’s daughters. I said I couldn’t answer the question. She cackled with glee, taking it as an admission, and started to spin fantastical stories about all the ways she supposed I “did” them. Even with her impressively dirty mind, her fantasies didn’t quite reach the heights of perversity that had happened in reality! Her stories did, however, succeeded at turning us both on and landing us back in her bed again.

Finally, the day arrived. On a Sunday, I drove to SFO to pick up Mari and her girls. They had large suitcases, and even larger smiles when they saw me. There was no holding back on display of public affection. Right there in the airport, they each leapt into my arms and let me plaster them with kisses. Their beauty, in my eyes, was magnified by our joy at being reunited.

At that point, Mari’s pregnancy was just beginning to show, while Lily had a very large bulge on her small body. I had seen the bulges on Skype, but it was still novel to feel them in an embrace.

The drive south to Sunnyvale was a whirlwind of talking. Mari was calm, but the girls were super excited, especially as we pulled into my driveway, and went into the house. It’s a decent-sized 3-bedroom, 2-bath on a street where most of the houses are the same, part of the cookie-cutter 1960s housing sprawl. It was affordable in the early 1990s when I bought it, but with the dot-com boom, and the Web 2.0 boom, Silicon Valley housing had gotten crazy; I couldn’t afford a house like it today. The girls ran through it with cries of excitement. So many rooms! They each had their own bedroom! Such a huge kitchen!

Mari and I showered together. She was exhausted from their long journey, but we were both horny. I led her to my king-sized bed, and we had gentle sex. After so long apart, every touch felt special, coming inside Mari, with our tongues entwined and with her body wrapped around me, was just incredible. After that, I ordered some take-out, and we ate together as a family for the first time.

The first two weeks were a flurry of activity, as they settled in. I added Mari to my bank account and got her a debit card, both of which were a bit tricky given her immigration status. She would, eventually, take over the household finances completely. The girls got a cash allowance. They made do with minimal furnishing at first, but the next Saturday we spent most of the day in IKEA, for things to fill their rooms. Mari was adamant about cooking every day, so we figured out where she needed to go for the ingredients she wanted. My kitchen was a blank slate before she arrived - hell, I didn’t even keep a bag of rice. That changed fast!

Mari and I made love, almost every night. On the third night, she asked me why I wasn’t also having sex with the girls? I told her I was still thinking about it. It felt different, back in the USA. Perhaps I had been rationalizing it like, “what happens in the Philippines, stays in the Philippines.” Here in California, the idea of dipping my cock into teenage pussy felt ... more illegal. The girls flirted with me, and even asked me themselves why I wasn’t having sex with them. I told them the same thing - maybe, just wait. There was still physical affection, full hugs, and the kisses were with tongue ... but I wasn’t comfortable with anything more. More than once I had to remove Analyn or Lily’s hand from touching the bulge in my pants. Analyn once said, point blank, that if I wouldn’t lick her clit, she’d have to get her sister to do it. My cock got painfully hard at that, but I just nodded. From that point on, I knew the girls were eating each other’s pussies, as well as pleasuring themselves with vibrating toys, but they were discreet enough to do it behind closed doors.

Mari was always there for me. Whether it was regular lovemaking, or a morning blowjob, a massage after work, shower sex, or the occasional hot anal sex, she was giving, and good. I was careful of her growing belly, but it didn’t slow us down at all.

As for the girls, I lasted for almost two months, before finally breaking down, and giving in.

We didn’t try to put the girls into school right away. The plan was to enroll them when the next school year started, but to let them study at home until then. I bought them both new laptop computers, which they took to immediately. They studied online and offline. I had them keep notes on anything they didn’t understand, and we went over them each evening. Most intellectual questions they could figure out themselves, but some were a matter of culture, and it was often a great source of laughter to figure them out.

The day I gave in was a Friday. It was after dinner, but was still at the table. Analyn came to me with her laptop, setting it on the table in front us, and sat on my lap. She was asking me about something she’d found on Wikipedia, but I was distracted by the fact that I was wearing shorts, and she was wearing only a short skirt, so the soft skin of her thighs was pressing against my bare leg. As she sat there longer, I further realized that she wasn’t wearing panties, and the soft wet sensation on my leg was her bare pussy.

“Linlin,” I said softly, interrupting our conversation. “You are being very naughty.”

“Yes, Tito.” She giggled and wiggled her hips. “I’m sorry. Is it OK? I’m really horny and I miss doing it with you. Lily did me earlier, but I was fantasizing about you.”

I sighed. “I don’t have to tell you about age of consent, and all that, again?”

“It’s OK. I studied it.” She brought up the Wikipedia article on Ages of consent in North America. “See? Most places it’s 16, and I’ll be 17 next month.”

“But see the map? It’s 18 in California. And you’re 16.”

Mari came into the room, and I tried to draw her in for support. “Mari, sweetheart. Your daughter is trying to get me to have sex with her again.”

Mari laughed. “Yes, Mahal. I’ve talked with her about it a lot.”

“She’s rubbing her bare pussy on my leg,” I said.

“Yes,” said Mari smiling. “She wants you, and I know you want her too. I understand you are scared to do it with her, here in the USA. But I think it is OK.”

“I think it is OK too!” said Lily, who had been listening from the other side of the room.

I paused and thought. “Maybe just once?” I said, my resolve fading. “Just you and me?”

“Yes!” shrieked Analyn, squirming off my leg, and pulling me with her, to her bedroom. Behind us, I heard Mari and Lily laughing.

Analyn pulled off her remaining clothes and we landed on her bed, making out. Her whole body was active as I kissed my way down to her small perfect breasts. I wiggled out of my shorts, and my hard cock nestled against the soft wetness of her labia. I tried to slow down, gently sliding against her, drawing it out. She sighed and we kissed passionately.

“You fantasize about me?” I asked.

“Of course! I love you.”

“I love you, too. In your fantasies ... what do we do?”

She giggled. “We do lots of things. But mostly, you are in my mouth. You are really hard. I can taste your pre-cum. I can feel how excited you are. And sometimes I even imagine you are pushing it all the way down my throat, and I don’t gag, and it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“But ... we can’t really do that.”

“Of course, silly! It’s a fantasy.” She smiled. “But maybe someday we could.”

“You are ... really oral, I guess.”

“Yes, and sometimes I fantasize about you in my ass, too. When Lily is licking my pussy, I sometimes ask her to put her fingers in me, back there. Then I can imagine it’s you.”

I tilted my hips and entered her pussy, which was completely wet. We stopped talking, and concentrated on sex. While fucking, I let myself ponder the similarities and differences, between Mari, whose 30-year-old body I’d gotten used to, and 16-year-old Analyn. Analyn came, once, by touching her clit during our fuck. I rolled her over and took her doggy-style for a while. I almost came, but stopped myself and sat back on the bed to rest. Analyn giggled and used the opportunity to attack me with her mouth, sucking my cock like crazy, as if trying to make up for lost time. Then it was back to pussy-fucking, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and Analyn was begging me to come in her mouth. I pulled out just in time and let her suck and swallow. We cuddled together in her bed, for a long time afterwards.

Later that evening, when it was time to go to bed, Mari and I headed toward our bedroom, and she stopped me.

“Linlin would be very happy, if you slept in her bed tonight,” she said.

I nodded, holding her in my arms and kissing her. “How do you feel about that?”

She smiled. “You know I don’t mind. You are my love, my life. I know I am not losing you. I know where you’ll be, and I know that you will be happy there. Go ahead.”

I nodded and kissed her, then went down the hallway and slipped into Analyn’s bed. Analyn sighed with happiness as she felt me. We spooned our naked bodies and I kissed her ears and neck until we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to Analyn, doing her best to deep-throat my morning wood. So much for just once!

The pattern we settled on, was Analyn and I getting together once or twice a week. Everyone accepted this arrangement, mostly. Lily complained that she wasn’t getting as much of my attention, but we managed to calm her down. I promised that I would have sex with her, eventually, when she was older. In the meantime, she had her toys, and her sister. She finally accepted it.

I made love to Analyn, and Mari, separately, as if they were each my wife. There was no open incest, no crazy orgiastic behavior like our two weeks in the Philippines. I did, however, give in a few times to Analyn’s requests for anal sex, which was almost too tight at first, but got slightly easier each time. Having two “wives” was also practical, as one of them was usually more horny or available than the other.

One weekend, we all went to meet my adoptive parents, out in Fresno. I dressed regularly, but Mari and her girls dressed very modestly and conservatively. I love my parents, they did a fine job of raising me, but they are so religiously conservative that we never really connected, as adults. Still, they’re family. We met at their house for lunch, and made small talk. The only uncomfortable subject was Lily’s obvious pregnancy. We gave my folks a very vague and half-true story about how Lily had a boyfriend in the Philippines, how they had gotten pregnant by accident, then he had disappeared; I had shown up to marry her mother, and I was rescuing them from having to raise a baby in poverty. My folks looked at me with admiration. I was the good guy in the story.

Erin.

There were so many changes going on in our lives, in our household. The next change in my sex life, however, was that Mari kept bringing up Erin. She had fully expected to meet, and share, my “mistress”, and was surprised it had not happened yet. She brought it up again, one night as we were getting into bed.

“It’s not quite like that, Mari,” I tried to explain. “It’s more like, I’m Erin’s mistress ... er, mister. She’s in control. She’s in my dance class, and we go from there to her place, to have sex. And I don’t need that, because I’m getting all the sex I can handle, right here at home.”

Mari laughed. “But Erin, she is different, yes?”

“Yes. Very different. Her body and her personality. Different in bed.”

“And you like fucking her, yes?”

“Yes, sure. But...”

“And I am also curious. You describe her to me, I start to imagine what it is like, to have sex with a big American woman, with red hair!”

I smiled. “So, you want to meet her? We could go together, to my next dance class.”

“Yes. I also want to learn to dance with you.”

“OK, that’s great. But ... what do you imagine we’ll do together - you, Erin, and me? Are you going to watch me fuck her?’

“Yes. I want to see that. And I want you to... make me have woman sex with her. Like you made me do it with my girls, before.”

“You mean, you pretend to resist, and ... I push your face between her legs?”

“Yes!”

“OK. We’ll let her know that you like to play submissive. I’m sure she’ll understand that right away. She’s quite dominant, herself. She’ll probably enjoy making you.”

“Mmmmm.” Mari was very turned on, laying out on the bed, spreading her legs and touching her wet pussy. I needed no further invitation. As we fucked, she kept talking about her fantasies of Erin.

Our first dance class went well. I introduced Mari and Erin, and they smiled knowingly at each other all during the class. At the end of class, we arranged to drive separately to Erin’s place. When we arrived, I wondered if we would just jump into bed together, but Erin instead led us to her living room, where she offered us wine. Mari surprised me by accepting a glass. We sat about on Erin’s soft furniture, and talked. Erin wanted to know all about Mari’s experience of coming to the USA, and Mari wanted to know about Erin’s career as a tech writer. They were genuinely interested in each other! Sex didn’t even come up until an hour, and two glasses of wine, later.

That was when we got around to the story about how Erin had pointed me to the dating site, how Erin and I had picked Mari together, out of all the women’s profiles. Mari had heard this story before, from me, but she was amazed to hear it again, from Erin herself.

“Why did you pick me?” asked Mari. “You think I am the prettiest?”

“Well, sure, at that point, it’s just based on looks,” I said. “And I did think you were the prettiest.”

“I thought you looked hot, too,” said Erin, smiling. “And then, when you told Carlos on Skype that you would join him in bed with his ‘mistress’, that got me really hot. I’ve been looking forward to it, ever since.”

“Oh!” Mari smiled. “Yes, I think about it a lot, too!”

“Carlos says, you eat pussy?”

“Yes,” said Mari softly.

“You’re really OK with a threesome? You’re OK with watching Carlos and me together?”

“Yes. It’s OK.”

“She’s a little on the submissive side, when it comes to sex with a woman,” I explained.

“So ... you’d like me to be in control?” asked Erin with a big smile.

“Yes, please.”

“Great, that works perfectly for me! In that case, let’s go take a shower together, just you and me, and we’ll get to know each other. You OK with that, Carlos?”

“Sure,” I said. Erin got up, and took Mari’s hand. I watched as Mari, slightly tipsy from the wine, melted into Erin’s arms. They lip-locked, and Mari submitted to Erin’s tongue. I was getting hard already, just watching them, but the show ended abruptly as they left the room.

I went to Erin’s bed, and waited patiently. This whole situation wasn’t really about me, but I was totally OK with it. Finally, Erin and Mari came into the room, hot and slightly damp from the shower, hand in hand, completely naked. The difference in their bodies couldn’t have been more dramatic, with Erin’s pale, chubby body and breasts looking even more huge next to Mari’s slim, petite form, even with Mari’s slightly pregnant bulge. They rolled onto the bed, with Erin underneath, but controlling everything. She sucked Mari’s nipples, then slid two fingers into Mari’s pussy while pulling Mari’s face to her own breasts. I knew Mari’s body language well enough to tell she was extremely aroused, grinding her pussy on Erin’s hand, and sucking eagerly on Erin’s nipples.

I knelt right next to them on the bed, to see everything. There was a scent, a perfume, which smelled softly of rose and lavender. Erin noticed my cock pointing up, and smiled at me.

“She is one hot number,” said Erin, excitedly. “Oh, I see we’re leaving you out. Mari, honey, don’t neglect your fiancé.” She grabbed Mari’s head firmly, and pushed it at my cock. Mari sucked me in, and Erin rhythmically pushed down, controlling the pace as I fucked Mari’s mouth. After a minute of that, she said “OK, It’s time!” and pushed Mari’s head down. She had her fingers in Mari’s hair, as she led her to eat pussy. Erin’s puffy labia looked huge around Mari’s small lips.

“Fuck, yes!” cried Erin. “Oh God, she knows what to do.”

The pussy-eating went on for a long time. Erin was loud, her eyes glazed over with lust. She was so aroused, that she didn’t mind at all when I straddled her head, pulled her nipples, and put my cock in her mouth. Finally, after an orgasm or two, she spit me out.

“Alright, I need this cock inside me. Get down there and fuck me! Mari, get your little pussy up here and sit on my face. I’m dying to taste you!”

I got in position and gave it to Erin, hard and deep. Mari sighed with pleasure as she scooted up and settled herself on Erin’s mouth. We kept going until Mari came once, and Erin came again, her pussy squeezing me. I almost lost it, and said so.

“Oh, you poor man,” said Erin laughing, pulling Mari down to her side. Together, they watched me pumping away into Erin. “Do you want to come in me?”

“Yes, please?” I was sweating, and my balls were right on the edge.

“I ... eat it?” said Mari.

“Oh, that’s hot,” said Erin. “You’ll eat his cum, out of my pussy?”

“Yes,” said Mari.

“Do it!” said Erin, having another small orgasm. I held myself inside her, and flooded her with cum, then collapsed on top of them. Erin kissed Mari, then me, then rolled me off of her and directed Mari’s head down. Mari went in face-first and licked, sucked, and slurped every bit of the creampie. Erin loved it.

We took our time in untangling, and finding our clothes again.

“I noticed you showered, and perfumed before sex,” I said to Erin as we were leaving. “Why didn’t you ever do that for me?”

“You’re not a woman,” she said, laughing.

A Parked Car.

Our threesome with Erin became a regular event, every two weeks. We mixed it up, each time; the one constant was Mari eating Erin’s pussy, but everything else was flexible.

Mari and I picked a wedding date. We debated about a church wedding, with the pull of tradition from both of us having a Catholic upbringing, but in the end we decided on a simpler affair, outdoors in a park, followed by a reception at a restaurant. The date was three weeks before Lily’s due date, so we didn’t expect the wedding and the baby’s arrival to collide.

I had been giving Analyn driving lessons, and on her 17th birthday, I bought her a used Civic. She was ecstatic. On the day itself, we had an early dinner, followed by a typical American birthday celebration, with cake. Analyn got small presents from her mother and sister, including a set of pearl earrings that looked beautiful on her.

After dinner, Analyn pulled me aside and begged me to take her to bed.

“There’s a number of American traditions around cars,” I said. “Do you want to drive somewhere and make out?”

She giggled. “Sure!”

“You can drive. I’ll tell you where to go.”

We got in her Civic, and I directed her south, up into the hills above the South Bay, to a spot I knew well. She pulled to a stop in the dark, and the lights of Silicon Valley were spread out before us.

“It was a beautiful night, like this, 27 years ago, when I was 17,” I explained, “when I did it with my girlfriend. We were making out, and we decided to go all the way. We were both virgins.”

Analyn looked at me with surprise. “Right here, in this spot?”

“Yes. We managed to do it, but it was uncomfortable. We had no idea what we were doing.”

Analyn smiled. “So, you want to do it here...?”

“Yes, I want to do it with you. I want to make your 17th birthday better than mine was. I think we know what we’re doing.”

Analyn laughed. “Yeah, we do. But it’s still kinda difficult here, in a car?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Let’s try in the backseat.”

We went there, and kissed. That part worked perfectly well. Also, slipping off Analyn’s top, pulling down her panties, sucking her nipples and playing with her clit, all worked well in the back seat. She was able to bend over and suck my cock pretty easily, but arranging our bodies so that I could eat her pussy caused some jostling about, and laughter. I did manage to make her come, and then we decided the best way to fuck was with her sitting on my lap, facing me.

“This is nice,” she said, completely impaled on me. We kissed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this, in a car!”

“In your car.”

She laughed and we kissed some more before she started to raise her hips and fuck me properly. She was fit and strong enough that she didn’t tire at all, bouncing firmly for several minutes of hot, tight penetration until I came inside her.

“Mmmm, that worked just fine,” she said. “Thank you! I can’t imagine a better birthday.”

We sat there kissing for a long time. Some distant headlights startled us, and we quickly scrambled back into our clothes, but it was a false alarm. We laughed about it as I drove us home.

From Lily’s regular medical checks, we heard that her baby was healthy and right on schedule. They also told us she was having a boy, which Lily said she already knew. Apparently, there was some kind of agreement that all of Jake’s boy children would be named “Jacob”. Lily seemed to like the name, so that was OK with me.

The wedding was still a week away. Even with our very small guest list, there was plenty of planning to do. My daughter Mia would be flying in from New York City. My conservative parents, and some other friends would be there, some of whom I knew through work. Erin would be there.

There was one issue to deal with: Lily was getting increasingly unhappy about being left out of the sexual activity in the house. She’d eavesdrop on Mari and I, or Analyn and I. She’d give herself orgasms, and sometimes she got Analyn to eat her, but she was craving more contact with me.

One night, when it was Analyn’s turn to have me in her bed, the sisters confronted me.

“You guys are going to have fun. You know it’s not fair,” said Lily.

“But we talked about it a lot, and I think we have a compromise,” said Analyn.

“OK?” I said, smiling.

“Maybe Lily can join us,” said Analyn hesitantly, “If she keeps her panties on?”

“Yeah!” said Lily. “I know you want to wait until I’m older, before you put your cock in me again. But I can do the other stuff?”

I laughed softly. “I guess I see the logic in that. How about, you keep your panties, and your skirt on. Deal?”

“Deal!” said Lily excitedly. “Can we do it now?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

We went to Analyn’s bed, where Analyn and I undressed each other, and Lily got down to her agreed-upon clothing. We fell onto the bed in a jumble. I had my arms full of squirming teenage girl, one of them with a bulging belly. There were two mouths both trying to kiss me, and two sets of perfect small breasts to suck on, and one set was puffy and sensitive from pregnancy.

“You haven’t even seen us together,” said Analyn, “me and Lily, since we came to the USA.”

“That’s true,” I said.

“You still think it’s, like, incest?” Analyn asked, laughing.

“Well, sure. Technically yes, you having sex with your sister ... it is incest.”

“That’s silly,” said Lily.

“But I’ve heard you and Mom talking about it,” said Analyn. “Incest makes it naughtier, and sexier, because we’re not supposed to do it. Right?”

“That’s true,” I agreed.

“Cool. Then, watch me,” said Analyn, pulling Lily to her. They tumbled together and kissed. Analyn sucked on Lily’s nipples, then turned to me. “This is really fun! But sucking on my sister’s nipples isn’t really sex, right? So it’s not really incest.”

“I guess so.”

“But I bet this is!” Analyn grabbed Lily’s hand, and moved it between her legs. Lily pushed a few small fingers into her older sister’s pussy. Analyn rocked her hips on them.

“I’d have to agree,” I said. “Letting your little sister finger-fuck you is most definitely sex, and therefore, it’s incest.”

“Cool. Come on, play with us! Let me suck you.”

I knelt near their faces, dangling my testicles into Lily’s open mouth, while Analyn tried to swallow my cock. I let them do that a couple minutes, then we tumbled onto the bed, rolling around and fondling each other. Lily tried to suck my cock, and we playfully wrestled around, trying to stop her, until I finally gave in. She squealed with glee when she got her mouth around it. I pulled Analyn to me, kissing her, and guiding her hand to stroke the length of my cock that didn’t fit in Lily’s mouth.

“This is cool,” said Analyn between kisses. “It’s like I’m masturbating you into her mouth.”

“Yeah, it feels great. She can’t get much in, but she’s sucking nicely.”

“Don’t come, please! I want it in my mouth.”

“Don’t worry, I still plan to fuck you tonight. I wonder, can we find a position where my cock is in you, and your sister can suck on your clit at the same time?”

“Doggy style! I think we could do that.”

We could, and we did. We had to be a bit careful, as Analyn squatted on Lily’s face, and I knelt behind to push into Analyn, that we didn’t pull anyone’s hair. Once we had it figured out and got comfortable, it was great. Analyn orgasmed, once, from the combined attention. I apologized to Analyn, that her pussy felt too good, I wanted to come there. She said OK, so I filled her pussy with my cum.

“Let me try something!” said Lily, from underneath us. I heard slurping sounds.

“She’s sucking me!” said Analyn with a giggle. “Like Mom did that time.” Gradually since their arrival, Nanay had become Mom. “She’s eating your cum from inside me!”

“That’s so sexy,” I agreed, watching as Lily finished slurping, then crawled out from under her sister. Close-mouthed, Lily scrambled up, and planted her mouth on Analyn. Analyn opened her mouth, and her eyes went wide with surprise.

“She’s sharing my cum with you,” I said in amazement.