LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 03 - post039
When I lay down next to her she put a finger to either side of my lips and stretched them, stared at my face with an amused look and then planted a soft kiss.
I teased, “You want me to be ugly for you to kiss me?”
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She got shy and buried her face against me. I gave her a squeeze then pulled her face away and returned her kiss. Gently I caressed her face and soon she was reciprocating, her fingers, I am certain, far sweeter than mine. My body was and had been reacting to her, but something was holding me back, keeping the fire within me under control. All this game-playing and little jokes were not her style, she is usually very intense and serious. I decided to check. I made myself sensitive to every nuance of emotion within her.
“My sugar baby, can I ask you something?” She looked at me, eyes serious and I sensed a tinge of apprehension in her. “These last few days I have enjoyed being like a daddy to you. In some sense you could say I am your daddy. I know we got married, but I enjoy things as they are. Would you mind us not making love for a while? I’ll still hold you and kiss you and give you all the pleasure I can, like you do for me, but I would like to wait a while before making you my woman. Would you like to be my daughter for a while?” As I had been talking I had felt her response and became more positive in my request.
The happy smile, her quick hug were the physical manifestations of the feelings I had already felt. I sighed and sent her my happiness.
I extended our stay for as long as I could. We had not travelled far back into the past and were in danger of catching up with the date of our departure. I have no idea why we could not just wait for the instant of our departure and return, instead of jumping forward in time to it, just that it did not feel right. We know too little about the effects of what we do, so I prefer to play my hunches, even when they seem to be unreasonable.
Candy was far more relaxed now and we shared many a moment sexually, using oral and other means of stimulating each other, but never anything close to actual penetration. She is used to it, it could not have been otherwise with our dancing and her sharing of the bedrooms with the other girls and myself. I did all I could to build on the relationship of father daughter that has grown between us and even the fact that she stayed the longest of all the girls with me alone, helped build up her confidence.
When deep in thought, Candy tends to hum to herself and with what she is learning from Wendy, those moments become moments of enchantment to me. Looking after her, walking the streets with her hand in mine. Having to find her a toilet in a busy street, these normal activities every parent goes through bonded me to her and I am certain worked their own magic on her heart. We returned home closer and more loving of each other than we have ever been. One small benefit of using the flat; whatever we cannot carry can be left there and brought to us by whoever flies from there to Athens.
Chapter One Hundred Three
The sun was shining and most of the girls had fallen asleep. For them it had been one long night, with me coming and going, spending just long enough at home to be a nuisance. I took Dommi for her holiday and honeymoon of our daughter. We first made certain her contact with Cassie was expanded, making Cassie a part of our time together. It was almost pleasant being back in the heat of Dar, though the nights always bother me, I like to sleep comfortably in a cool room. We could not leave the windows open as we would get attacked by mosquitoes and the metal roof made the house inside an oven. I was not being stingy, to stay in a hotel meant there would be evidence of the presence of foreigners without their details being logged in at any of the immigration offices.
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With Dommi bearing Cassie, I had to look to some power within me to make it more comfortable. Since I already knew how to warm us, it did not prove to be as difficult as I had expected, to cool us. I evoked that vibrant coolness that comes from standing next to a waterfall, filling the air with negative ions.
The convenience of using this house is largely offset by the lack of places of interest and entertainment. For me it is even more so, because I am not a keen swimmer. The girls all love Dar, but I am the one coming back repeatedly. What made it pleasant for me was sensing their enjoyment, seeing it through their eyes kept on giving me another perspective.
With Dommi due to give birth within a couple of weeks, we were severely restricted as I did not want her swimming in deep water, especially with the big waves they often have at their unprotected beach, and sun tanning was also out. We mostly spent of our daytimes in the garden sitting in the shade and in the evening we would go to the hotel for supper. The reaction of the staff was almost a palpable thing, seeing me with a woman so obviously pregnant, they came to the natural conclusion that this was my wife while the others had been my girlfriends - I wondered how they explained the children. Dommi and I were both amused and she made certain to say and do exactly what was necessary to embarrass me. She soon had them eating out of her hand, but despite that, she could not get them to turn against me. Being a pragmatic people, the tips they were accustomed to receiving from me ensured I am treated with respect. I do not think they have the same ‘rules’ we have with regard to fidelity and we felt that some of them even had a higher regard for me now.
“I’m surprised more married men don’t bring their girlfriends to this country!”
“You are actually upset! I can’t believe it!” I smiled at her. “I understand why love, as I know you are not jealous. You are thinking of the poor normal wife who is being cheated on by her husband.”
“I was thinking that if a woman came here with a variety of men as you did, she would be treated as a prostitute.”
“First of all, I never came here with a variety of men.” I pretended to duck, chuckling at her exasperated look. “I think it would depend on how heavily her men tipped. If they had the good sense to tip well, she would be fawned on.”
“You think money is the answer to everything?”
“If I lived in the poverty these people do, I expect my attitude would also be easily affected by money. In Europe we talk about poverty, but we do not mean the kind of poverty where you and your family die of starvation. Here poverty is exactly that, the local politicians may espouse some form of socialism, but it is only rhetoric, the country cannot afford true socialism - nor can the politicians, ‘African’ socialism has enabled them to become extremely wealthy. As for the people, their lives are miserable and generations are being sacrificed so as to empower and make wealthy just the few. Dommi, here you die because you do not have a job. How many friends or loved ones do you need to have die on you for petty reasons, before your sense of what is important changes?”
“Are you trying to make me sympathise with the way they see things!?” I could sense she does, and is only arguing for the sake of arguing, so I pretended I do not sense her, as she sometimes does this when she senses that my own mind is expanding, opening to new truths through the arguments I think up.
“You do not have the luxury of judging them love. You are a Cherinian, use your gifts to see into them.”
Our waiter came to re-fill our glasses, his face friendly and cheerful. She dipped into his mind and pulled back. Her hand flew out and knocked the glass over. She was upset at having given him extra work, but he remained pleasant and filled a new glass for her. She did not wait for him to leave and spoke in Greek.
“Roberto, out of four children he has lost two of them from malaria!”
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“He lives in a village close by. I’ve taken some of the others there for coconuts and even grilled prawns. I like the idea of supporting them directly, even though I know they are over-charging me. Love, what he has lost is normal to many families. The new strain of malaria, cerebral malaria, is fatal, and fatal even for wealthy visitors. Sort of makes you grateful we are Cherinians? If I were to lose even one of my family I would not recover from it.”
She tapped on the table (knocking on wood superstitiously). “How can he look so cheerful?”
“It may be more pertinent if you look in on his mind at night when he lies down to sleep.”
Her eyes filled. “Roberto mou, how long before we can help everyone? Everyone could have a healer, all this is so pointless.”
“If I could, I would not.” She stared at me shocked, for the first time ever her opinion of me taking a nosedive. “Think love, please use your brains also. If we showed everyone how to use their healer - we could do it without exposing ourselves as Cherinians, we could call it some new mental trick. What do you think would happen? How long before the exploding world population brings all of us to starvation; how long before the world economy collapsed? Can you imagine how many governments would look to war as a solution to their problems? What do you think would be left at the end of that?”
“You may be right, but it does not feel right!”
There was no point in arguing this any further, I left it for her to mull over in her own time. Heart breaking it may be, but I am certain I am right. Dommi looked up at me, her face surprised.
“Cassie says she agrees with you!”
“It saddens me to hear that. Our children are becoming too grown up too fast for me, she should have been more emotional, not so logical at her age.”
“She asks, at what age is that? As a child or as a pre-born baby?”
I laughed. “You got me there Cassie.”
*No daddy, you’ve got me. I feel your delight and it makes me love you even more.*
“When having babies is so wonderful, each one a miracle, how can we blame the Normals for having too many.” Dommi spoke with a sense of wonder, not questioning nor making a statement. I shook my head in agreement. Another hundred like Cassie and I would still yearn (be greedy) for more.
“Dommi, did you ask your healer to prevent any of the wine getting to Cassie? I don’t want her drunk tonight.” She pulled a face and took her hand off the glass. “Don’t be silly love, have as much as you want, the healer can stop any of it getting to her.”
The hotel had arranged for music to dance to. I finally got her to the dance floor when they played a slow piece, holding her tenderly as she rested her face against my chest. The lights were dimmed, only the flames at the grill dancing shadows across the floor and we could see the stars above and the phosphorus glow of waves breaking on the shore. The moon crept up over the horizon and as the music changed once more, we paid our bill and walked on the beach holding hands. When I sensed her beginning to tire I wrapped her in my arms and energy, and jumped home.
I knelt in front of her as she sat on the bed and removed her shoes, wiping the sand off her feet. She smiled at me and the look in her eyes filled my heart. I brought her foot to my lips and kissed her. Gently my fingers massaged her legs, slowly finding their way up to her knees and to her soft inner thighs. She leaned back, closing her eyes with pleasure.
My lips followed my fingers, softly giving her my messages of love. I looked up from her thighs and her pregnant bulge was like a mountain. I grinned.
“Cassie sure takes up a lot of space. You sure she is not going to be born a baby elephant?”
*Are you teasing mummy or me?*
“Both of you.”
*I feel like coming out now just to see what you will think of me when you see me.*
“You want to cheat your mummy and me of a lovely evening of sex?”
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Dommi laughed, a soft low laugh. “Can’t the two of you wait for her to be born before you tease each other?”
“Nope. She is fun to tease.”
The only light bulb we had made a pft noise and went out. We were silent for a second or two and when Dommi began to giggle I joined her.
“I don’t think we have made love in total darkness for a very long time.”
“Not since you were a teenager.”
She giggled at the memory. “I felt so shy about you seeing me nude.” Her voice turned serious. “Robert, I was feeling shy about you seeing me like this, I feel so ugly.”
“You have forgotten already the joy I had in seeing you during your last pregnancy, the beauty I saw in your shape? You have forgotten the love that bursts out of me whenever I see the sweetness of you bearing our child? Then we need light again so that you can be reminded.”
Tiny pinpricks of light appeared above us. Even as we looked up they grew brighter, the warm golden light of miniature suns filled the room. I looked at Dommi, a question in my eyes, but I think I already knew. She silently mouthed ‘Cassie”.
“Thank you girlie, it is lovely. Dommi, afterwards I will have to jump to London to buy a couple of bulbs, Dimitri cannot buy them here.”
I reached up to begin undressing Dommi, but stayed my hand.
“Dommi, I want Cassie to be fully a part of our loving. Instead of just sensitising ourselves to her, could we try to meld the two of you?”
“How?”
“Relax, let yourself go, as when I play puppy, let her come into your mind and become part of you.”
As she did so her face became a tender mask of ecstasy. I felt the change and I too was struck by the wonder of their beauty. What a miracle this little girl is!
*I like this feeling of having me inside, of being pregnant. I’m sorry I make you uncomfortable mummy.*
“Don’t go liking it too much my honey-haired beauty. I will not be pressured into having a child by you for many years.”
*I know. You said five years.*
“I said at least five years - though maybe we should change it to five hundred? Have you extended your senses throughout your mother’s body?”
*Yes. I think mum is a bit embarrassed.*
“I don’t blame her. Dommi, when she is born she will be closer to you than any of us.”
“She is me, I am her. What we will be I wait for.”
I put my hand on her belly, gently caressing. Cassie gave a kick to show she felt me. I did not want to move Dommi.
“Would you mind if I use my mind to undress you, save you having to get up?” She nodded and I willed the clothes to be neatly laid out on the chair. She gasped at being suddenly naked, her knees coming together as if to hide herself. As she recovered she grinned at me and relaxed her legs, letting them lay slightly apart. I got rid of my clothes in the same way.
I moved her feet apart and moved in. I looked down and saw that she had removed her pubic hair. I smiled at her little girl mound and clean lines, my smile fading as I saw her clitoris swelling, peeping out at me.
I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)18th August, 2019
* posted on Steemit: 18th August, 2019
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Hello @arthur.grafo, thank you for sharing this creative work! We just stopped by to say that you've been upvoted by the @creativecrypto magazine. The Creative Crypto is all about art on the blockchain and learning from creatives like you. Looking forward to crossing paths again soon. Steem on!
Hi @arthur.grafo, I just noticed your token thingy. A little question: Did you consider using the #creativecoin tag on your post? Personaly I'm now only upvoting/curating #creativecoin content, and I'm seriously contemplating moving much of my stake to CCC when HF21 hits. If more think like me, using the #creativecoin tag might be a good idea for your fiction.
I took a look at the tag but did not find an explanation of what it is - nor do I know what CCC stands for. I am already posting on about 4 platforms, but I do not see myself getting rich on any of them; it is just that I spread myself thin in the hopes of meeting more nice people...but that has not worked out. People vote but do not comment very often, so I'm thinking of opening my own website where I can also host other fiction authors. There stories will be either for free or at a low price, choice of the author - and they may also specify in which digital coins or tokens they accept payment.
Its like Palnet, but for creative content specifically. If you post your fiction using the #creativecoin tag, you can earn CCC steem-engine tokens the same way that you can earn PAL tokens using the #palnet tag.
Think it would be useful for you to use the #creativecoin tag when posting your #fiction stuff. You could certainly count on up votes from me, earning you some CCC tokens, and I'm sure other CCC holders will do the same.
I think you might also have been airdropped soem CCC already, but I'm not sure. If you have, staking them might be a good idea.
Personally I've moved my former PAL stake to CCC now, because most of what I upvote is creative work anyway.
Your idea sounds interesting. A bit like an old idea I had a few months back.
I too wish I got more feedback on my fiction in the form of comments, but as a reader, I also mostly rather just move on to the next read than stop and comment, so it makes sense I get few comments myself.
I am the opposite, whenever I read a story/poem etc that I really enjoyed, I want to write to the author and comment. To me, this was a big advantage of steemit. It is also how I met you.
Unfortunately, I only have one author to comment his works and because I think he is a very good writer, that is enough for me at this time.
Saying I should use the tag does not make sense. With PALnet I went to their platform and registered. Are you saying the creativecoin does not have a site, just a tag?
They have a site too.
https://www.creativecoin.xyz/
But like with PAL, you don't need to use it to for posting. You can even just post with both #creativecoin and #palnet tags from Steemit or busy and show up on both the planet site and the creative coin site if you don't mind sacrificing two of your regular tags.
I see the site says it is a part of Steemit - so no point in going there.
One reason I never encouraged my brother to sign on in steemit is because I only want upvotes from people who read and like what I write. I realised a long time ago that you do not like my stories, so I would not want you to compromise your principals by feeling you must reward me because of a platform.
I hope you do well there and I am waiting to see what next you will write.
Don't think creativecoin is any more part of Steemit than any of the Scot tribes. The web sites are pretty similar and probably based on the same code bear, but don't think Steemit Inc is involved.
As for your work. No "like" is the wrong work. There is an intensity and raw honesty to parts of your work though that I find both intensely discomforting and somehow addictive.
But please don't take my lack of comments as indication that I'm part of the drive-bye voter crowd. I'm not. I don't use any auto up vote bots, and everything I up-vote I read. Most of it before voting, other times I use my vote for authors I know create quality as a bookmark to read at a later hour. But eventually any vote by me matches a full read by me.
As for comments, while I'm typing this on my phone, during my commute, I continually realize my VP is currently probably at 100% going to waste, and I should try to 700% of total upvotes out before I arrive at my work, what usually means reading 20 to 40 posts. I won't likely have time (or inclination) to comment on any of these posts, as I know more are waiting.
I hope this clears some things up, and I hope you'll be using the #creativecoin tag in the future, especially after the hard fork. I really want my upvotes to transfer some value, and they won't in the main STEEM economy, not post HF21. So increasing my CCC stake and curating creativecoin tagged posts only for me is the way forward.
I said what I said about it being part of the same-old-same because of your own comment about all the tribes needing steemit , because of the witnesses. That if steemit collapses, the witneese will stop and then everyone is in trouble.
Αν κατάλαβα καλά το νέο μέλος της οικογένειας που θα έρθει θα είναι πολύ σημαντικό και ξεχωριστό ε?
Tha einai poli-agapimeni...
Gia na ginei afto pou hreiazete na gini, tha prepei na perimeni ligo akoma gia mia alli kainourgia Robert.
:))