WET FIELDS

A SPECIAL CHILD

“My sister Adel is autistic,” her sister Rossanna alleged.

“She seems to be normal when you see her without her mood-swings. And she even has an IQ higher than average person.

“She was a consistent scholar since elementary until now when she is a state scholar.”

What I heard made me stop walking. We were half-way through the dirt road connecting the rice paddies to their farm house.

“How deep is her autism?” I asked Rossanna.

I want to know what extreme moods Adel was capable of when the ailment attacks.

“She has self-destructive tendencies when agitated and when she experiences tensions that makes her feel threatened.

“This is the reason why our father spoiled her. He is always too ready to give in to her whims.

“Her emotional control is very delicate. Her doctor advised us to be always on the look-out for her mood swings. And aside from her mental imbalance she has also a congenital heart disease.” She continued.

“But we observed that when we moved here In Caranglan and bought this farm, her mood swings stabilized. She seemed to love the farm, the rice paddies, and the life here in the fields.

“Perhaps it was also the reason why she chose Agriculture as her course.”

“Look, Greg, our farm is beautiful, isn’t it?” Adel exclaimed when I went near her.

I noticed she was not calling me ‘sir’. And she treated me as if we were of the same age and status.

From what I learned from her sister about her and her autism, I began to look at her differently. Perhaps majority of people were like that. Regardless of education and experience, people will always look at other people’s action through the prism of their own myopic understanding.

This is our judgmental tendencies.

I must admit, I was no different.

“How do you find that the farm is beautiful?” I asked her.

The question was like a quiz coming from a teacher to his student. The question is not subjective. It was only asking for an elaboration over her statement that the farm is beautiful.

She looked at me quizzically. I suddenly remembered Lissa. She threw her gaze like hers.

Her gaze was probing but there was the evident fear. Her fear was rooted on the fact that she was not confident of what she would answer. The fear of making a wrong answer.

But, there is no right or wrong or true or false of having your opinion about the things around you. Our perception and appreciation differ. But no one could tell us that our perception and appreciation of things was right or wrong.

The concepts were always right and proper. It was the execution that sometimes made them wrong.

“Our farm is beautiful because of its simplicity. There is no hypocrisy on its lack of grandeur. The mud is mud. The chirping of the birds is natural. Life in the rice field means going back and reaching for nature.” She answered.

I found her deep and unfathomable. Her intelligence; both a curse and a gift.

For her, the farm was beautiful because it exuded simplicity. There were no pretentions. You need to feel the soil with your bare hands and feet. The rice fields were natural. So with the chirping of the birds, the sound of the flowing water and the softly blowing easterly wind.

I felt we have this appreciation of simple living in a farm common to us. This affinity to nature was a good bond. A lasting bond.

We shared the same appreciation of nature and the farm. And she was right. The farm is beautiful.

The natural and simple is beautiful.

Like her.

“To be honest, I’ve got a crush on you…” confessed Adel. We were seated among the haystacks from the treshed palay stalks.

I tried not to smile. She was like a child telling a story about discovering something previously unknown to her.

“How did you know I am your crush--- have you had any crush before?” I asked her.

“No, I haven’t. You are the first one,” she admitted.

“I always think of you when I am at our dorm,” she said this without blushing.

“Even with the fact that I am this old to be your father? “I asked again, “May I know what is your idea about crush?”

“You don’t look like a father… I feel I’d love you to father me,” she naughtily averred. This time, her cheeks seemed crimson.

I laughed hearing this. I knew she was not serious about it. Or was she?

“I have this question…I am ashamed to ask this to my Ate Rossana much more to my Papa,” said she, getting serious. Or she was trying to be.

“Is it normal that whenever I think of you my p***y gets hot and I feel moist?” she asked, “I dreamt that you were f*****g me, then I woke up with my p***y so hot and wet…it was as if you had really f****d me…”

Our gaze had locked. I suddenly had that feeling that I was tempted. The rawness of her inquiry was giving me a hard on. I felt my d**k was stiffening. My lust was awakened by her seemingly innocent inquiry.

“To have wet dreams is normal…” I answered. How I was trying then to make my voice to sound normal. I was being affected by the subject matter we were discussing.

“Do f*****g really feels so good? My feeling was exhilarating when I woke up…and I was wet all over here…” she pointed at her crotch.

I swallowed hard. I was trying hard to restrain my raging desire. Adel was not normal. She was still a child mentally. She was just like my daughter. It was wrong to desire her. Much more to lust with her. It was a blatant abuse to fake advantage of her innocence.

“It’s an act exclusive for married couples…” I told her, trying to say it without emotion.

I was calming my natural urge. I need to stay sane. Ador could kill me for this.

“Then think of me as your wife…I feel I will love to be your wife…” she insisted and sat nearer me. I could smell her. Her soft and warm body getting on me.

“I am happily married. My family had just left for London,” I told her. Confessing my status would surely make her put a distance between us.

“Fine,I can be your second wife…” she again, insisted.

“No, it is not fine for me…” I told her. I tried to sound stern. Like a father imposing his authority over his daughter.

But, she suddenly hugged and kissed me.

She was a complete novice on kissing matters. She just rubbed her soft and quivering lips on mine.

She took my hand and put it on her crotch.

“My p***y is all wet now, Greg…” said she.

My restraint melted.

I laid her at the haystack. I kissed her lips with wanton urgency. She had her eyes closed and she was trembling.

“Open your mouth…” I whispered into her while my left hand was already inside her panties.

Her p***y was flushing hot. It was feverish. She was really wet inside. Her slit was moist and slippery.

She opened her mouth as I told her so. She clung to me and gasped when I slid my tongue inside her mouth and roamed in it. She was just opening her mouth and just letting my tongue sip her own. She would cling to my neck each time I suck on her tongue.

“It’s your turn to suck my tongue…” I ordered her while I inserted my tongue into her open mouth.

It was crude the way she suck my tongue. Though I felt she was in earnest to learn. I inserted my middle finger in her p***y. A long and lustful whine emanated from her lips.

“Ohhhh Greg… ohhhh…” she was moving her ass from side to side,

She grabbed at my arms. Her finger nails was clawing at my skin. She was humping in the air as I slid my finger in and out from her oozing p***y.

She had c*m. I quickly removed my finger from her dripping wet hole. I lay down beside her. She had her eyes closed. She was still savoring the pleasure of reaching her climax when I fingered her.

We were silent when we went back to the farm house. Her sister was at the kitchen of the farm house. I could feel she was eyeing us. Though she kept her thoughts to herself.

“There is no lamp here but this emergency light,” Rossana told me.

“I have a battery bank with me and extra batteries for my cell phone and laptop,” I told her to address her concern.

“I am used to sleeping in the dark…” I added.

“I will sleep here tonight with Greg…” Adel told her sister. There was a definite stress in her words.

“I will cook our dinner. We have a stock of rice here with some dried fish. Tomorrow we will catch fresh tilapia in our fish pond,” Adel declared. There was an evident excitement in her voice. She thought this whole thing was fun. And I felt it was.

Because of her.

I was forgetting the loneliness of missing my family. I felt Adel was a family.

While the sisters were gathering vegetables for our dinner, I opened my laptop. Using a portable broad band that I always carry with me, I made a video call to London. Mer was outside, I was told. Three o’clock in the afternoon here was ten in the morning in London. We were ahead by seven hours. It was already Thursday here, while it was just a Wednesday morning in the United Kingdom.

After video chatting with my kids, I decided to look for Adel and Rossanna. I saw them walking back from their vegetable garden.

“Okay, as usual Papa gave in to your whims…” I heard Rossana uttered helplessly.

“We will sleep here tonight…”

“Please pump the artesian well Greg, I would like to take a bath…” Adel had asked me.

The hand pump was a jet-matic type. There was a pipe connected to an overhead tank, and another pipe was connected below the tank going inside the house. I presumed that it was the main pipe supplying the kitchen faucet and the bathroom. I estimated the tank to hold at least three hundred gallons of water.

It took me at least an hour of manual pumping before I saw the overflowed water dripping at the sides of the overhead tank.

I felt my arms were stretched with the labor. But it was the only way we could enjoy taking our baths. And I was accustomed to this ancient way of storing water. Having lots of them during my stints at remote farming villages all over the country.

We ate our dinner early to conserve our lone emergency lamp.

The rice was a new-milled rice of Dinurado variety. It had a mouth-watering aroma when served smoking hot direct from the cooking pot. And it melted into the mouth.

The roasted eggplant was freshly picked. There was Okra and Sitaw simply boiled in water and salt. And the dried milkfish.

Adel prepared a concoction of hot sauce consisting of fermented fish with lemon drops and a rich mix of hot chili to dip the roasted eggplant and the boiled vegetables into.

Such simple meal. But it made our dinner a gustatory experience as well as fulfilling.

We ate our dinner outside the farm house. There was a built-in table there made of hardwood. Constructed on its sides in U-form were wooden seats made from sawn Santol tree.

Below the table and around us were some groups of native chickens who were too glad to eat with us waiting for some food droppings from the table. There was also their dog. I did not notice that it had followed us from their house in the town proper.

“Puti knows his way here by heart,” Adel told me.

“He always follows us here and stays with us until we go back home.”

I brought with the backpack I took from my car my personal hygiene kit. I had finished taking a shower and brushing my teeth when the night finally settled in.

We lit a bonfire near the table where we had eaten our dinner. We decided to chat until we become sleepy. Rossanna was the first to go upstairs.

“I’ll go up, I’m a bit sleepy…’ said she.

There was only one room in the farm house. I would sleep in the sala, and the two would share the bed in the room. There was a sofa made of rattan in the sala. That would be my bed to sleep on.

We sat facing each other, me and Adel. The bonfire we made was already smoldering.

It was a dark night without a moon nor stars in the night sky. I suddenly felt her foot rubbing on my thighs underneath the table.

“It really feels so good having my first climax there at the haystacks…” she whispered.

“It was much more satisfying than what I felt having my wet dreams…”

“Shhh! Your sister might hear you…” I cautioned her.

“Perhaps it will be much pleasurable if you will insert your d**k in my p***y rather than your finger…” she whispered again.

And just like before, her words made me feel so horny. I felt my d**k raged with uncontrollable lust. I was being tempted to give in to my desire.

“Let us go upstairs to the house, the bonfire was out now…” I urged her.

She hugged and kissed me before we went back to the house.

I was tired from driving and it was really pleasant to sleep in the farm. I quickly fell asleep on the sofa which Adel covered in a blanket.

I was on my deep slumber when I was awakened by someone pulling down my shorts. The sala was so dark as it was outside. I can’t glimpse at who among the two women was pulling down my shorts. She had already pulled it halfway through my knees. I moaned when she started to blow up my d**k. I felt that my lust was being lit upon. My c**k was raging hard like a hardened iron bar.

I felt she was removing her panties. Then she sat on my d**k. She was rotating her ass on my d**k. The sensation I felt was immense. Her p***y was squeezing my d**k as I felt her bouncing up and down on top of me.

After a couple of pleasurable minutes, I could feel her hot juices squirting around my shaft.

She had her orgasm. And I had not.

I grope for her in the dark and I pushed her on the sofa. I positioned myself between her parted legs and shoved my d**k inside her p***y.

I was overwhelmed with my lust. And I felt she was too. I felt her grabbing my ass as I pumped her. She was pumping back. She was grinding her p***y against my d**k whenever I pumped her.

And after a couple of minutes I could feel I was ready to unload.

I shuddered unloading my sperm as she squirted her c*m.

We laid into each other for a couple of minutes before we kissed and disentangled from each other. She groped for her panties while I groped for my brief and my shorts. I heard her carefully going back to the room while I laid back to the sofa to sleep again.

In the following morning, I woke up to find Rossanna was already in the kitchen cooking our breakfast. I went at the back of the house to urinate. I washed my face at the hand pump.

“Let us have our breakfast first. I’ll go to town afterwards. Papa is sending me for an errand,” she told us. Adel was also up and she just emerged from the bathroom.

We quietly ate the breakfast that Rossana had prepared. I was feeling the two, second-guessing on who between them was the one I f****d last night.

Sometimes I caught Adel glancing at me. Sometimes it’s her sister. Sometimes we locked gazes. But we all said nothing keeping our thoughts for ourselves.

“Ler’s go to the fish pond,” Adel told me after watching her sister walked out of our sight with her dog Puti following her.

“Now we’re all alone.” She giggled.

“There will be no one here but us…” said she as she was looking at the bulge in my shorts.

TO BE CONTINUED…