Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter 10 The Next Generation
Dee Dee’s Story
Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would; I even
set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I
are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we
really share the same man? And what about Andrew?
Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally?
If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man. His passion is
boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic
Romeo. He is the only lover, the only man Donnie and I will ever need. I
love him to my soul, I want him to myself, and yet I feel no jealousy about
Donnie – at least not much. A little sibling rivalry between us girls
will only spice up our love lives. We’ll be vying to prove our love to
our man, and we will all reap the benefits.
Donnie and I already discussed that aspect of things. We
discuss everything. This is the most important time of our lives.
We’ve got to keep open the lines of communication. We won’t fool him. We
won’t seduce him with false promises or lies. We will do it in the name
of love. We will seduce him every night. Every day will be
foreplay. He won’t tire of us. He’s already told us that, but he
doesn’t know the half of it.
We will make his life endlessly diverse. He won’t tire of us
because we won’t let him. We know what he needs and we will give it to
him. He needs us now. He’ll need us forever.
But now we’ve got to face the real question. Is he one of
us? Is there an ‘us’? Donnie is sure of
it, but I’ve always been a bit skeptical. She wants to talk to him about
it but I’m not so sure. He might think
this is a bit odd, even for us. And he did say several times last night
that we were ‘too weird’. He backed off. I could tell he was afraid
he had hurt our feelings when he said that. We are weird, but too
weird? I don’t think so. And Andrew likes us weird.
He is used to his little Playboy bunnies, with their big breasts
and small brains; with their desire to be with the handsome young executive of
AWC. And they bore him, I can tell. On Tuesday I watched a sexy
little mindless thing practically throw herself at him
and he barely acknowledged her existence.
He has a brain, does our Andrew. He’s much smarter than he lets
on. He thinks that Donnie and I are his intellectual superiors, but that
is his insecurities speaking. He’s the smartest man I know. And the
most compassionate. And the most passionate.
Andrew Adkins – an odd mixture of passion and compassion – a man among
boys in this world where boys predominate. But that is what we are about.
When we succeed, the world will be peopled by men. Donnie and Andrew came back to the hotel room
at
My goodness, before this week I rarely even thought the word
‘fuck’, and here I am thinking and saying it over and over. Andrew has me
constantly thinking of sex.
When they came in, I tried looking stern. “Donnie, where
have you been? You were supposed to be in bed by
She looked at me smugly. “Don’t worry, Dee Dee, I was in bed before eleven.”
Andrew looked a little uncomfortable so I tried to put him at
ease. I said, “Andrew, honey, I hope you enjoyed last night.” I took
his face in my hands and kissed him. Okay, I’ll admit it; I put
everything I had into that kiss. If he didn’t feel it down to his toes
then he’s a dead man. Yes, this sibling rivalry thing could have very
positive results.
After his breathing returned to normal he nervously said, “Uh,
yes, it was fine.”
I smiled sweetly to try to ease his discomfort. “Andrew I
know this is all new to you. It’s new to us, too. But don’t worry
about us. We know you are a sweet loving man. We can handle this rather
unique relationship and we think you can too, don’t we Donnie?”
I was standing on Andrew’s right. Donnie assumed the same
position on Andrew’s left. We each put an arm around his waist, our hands
meeting at the center of his back.
“Dee Dee and I don’t want you to be
embarrassed in front of one of us, just because you’ve made love with the
other. We’ve discussed this very possibility long before we met
you. We had decided to accept a single man for the two of us if we ever
found one who might be able to fill that role. How in the world could we
ever hope to find two men like you? You’re it, Andrew, if you want the
job. Don’t ever be embarrassed or ashamed. Don’t
ever worry about jealousy between us; rivalry maybe, but jealousy never.”
Donnie is good at that. She talks logically then finishes
with flattery. The fact that her face had a look of adoration on it and
her right hand was stroking his cheek couldn’t hurt either.
He still looked a little uncomfortable. “What do you mean rivalry?”
I took that one. “Why Andrew, haven’t you ever thought of
being the object of two women’s affection? Donnie doesn’t mind that you
will soon be with me. But I bet last night she put just a little more
into it so you wouldn’t forget what it was like to be with her.”
Donnie looked smug again. “I put a little more into it this
morning, too.”
I had to laugh. “You are a slut! No wonder Andrew
loves you. Andrew, this situation will take some getting used to by all
of us. But don’t worry about jealousy, please. I could never share
you with another woman. But Donnie isn’t just another woman. And
she feels the same way.”
She took the cue. “Tomorrow night I’ll be flying back to
“Glad? I’m ecstatic. You are the sexiest, weirdest, most
interesting women I’ve ever met. That fact that you are also beautiful beyond
the realm of avarice is too good to be true. I’m still trying to figure
out what you see in me.”
“But if I’m to be a part of this, I’ve got to know
everything. I’ve got to be a full partner, girls. That’s the way I
am. I explained that all to Dee Dee several
days ago. It can’t be any other way.”
Donnie said “Oh, now we are girls, again, are we? Well
that’s progress anyway. Andrew, honey, please keep telling us how
beautiful we are. We girls haven’t heard that nearly enough in our lives,
and we have a lot of catching up to do. I promise you, we’ll make it worth your
while.”
“Donnie will you stop fishing for compliments? Andrew, you
just say what you want whenever you want. Donnie is a shameless hussy and
always has been. I’m the one who maintains our respectability.”
Donnie was squeezing Andrew tighter, but she still had to respond
to my little taunt. “Me the shameless hussy?
You bitch! I remember just the other day when some 35 year old tramp
propositioned a perfectly innocent young boy. Well perhaps he’s not so
innocent anymore. But you had the most to do with that.”
Andrew was catching on to our banter and no longer seemed ill at
ease. Good; that’s what we wanted. “Girls, please! I know a
place where they have female mud wrestling. I’m sure they would welcome a
death match between two Joanne Woodward clones. Want me to set it up?”
Donnie said, “Very funny, Andrew. We haven’t gotten physical
with each other since we were 15. That was when she went out with my
boyfriend and let him feel her up. I hadn’t even let him do
that. Imagine my surprise when he tried to do it to me and I stopped
him! He was mad at me, and I was mad at her. When I went home I
wanted to rip her hair out.”
“Donnie, are you still obsessing about that. It was just a
little joke. I thought it was funny. I let a boy feel me up and it
didn’t harm my reputation a bit.”
Donnie said, “Your reputation? What about my
reputation? I never let you take my place with that boy again because I
was afraid you would go all the way with him and make me look like the school
slut.”
Andrew said, “Boy, being with twins is going to be
interesting. Tell me; was your original plan to slip Donnie in on me
while thinking it was Dee Dee? I mean, I know
that is essentially what actually happened, but that was strictly a
mistake. But were you thinking of going that route?”
We looked at each other a little guiltily and I could see Andrew
picked up on it. “It’s okay, you know. I can deal with it. It
wouldn’t work with me anyway. I can tell you apart in the dark. And
Dee Dee, Donnie is far more vocal in bed than you
are.”
I looked at her with my mouth open. “You are a slut!”
Andrew said, “Before you two get started again, let’s go down to
the arcade and have some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but all this
activity has left me starving. And we need to talk about something other
than sex or we’ll never get out of here.”
Donnie looked serious for a change and said “Dee Dee, it’s time we talked about… You know.”
Andrew picked up on that one. “Are you referring to that
‘one of us’ comment you made last night when I, uh, how do I put this
delicately, asked you under rather unusual conditions?”
I gasped. “Andrew, you didn’t! You tortured my sister?
With your tongue?”
He laughed. “No, I didn’t. But I could have. Torture
her, that is. I did other things with my tongue, but not that. I’m
just too sweet a guy for my own good. But just remember, if you try to
hold things back from me, I have ways of making you talk.”
I looked at Donnie. “So now you know what it’s like.
What do you think?”
She blushed. “Oh my God! Dee Dee, do you think we can talk about this another time?”
I said, “Oh, yes. I think we are going to have to.
Andrew said, “Just who is ‘us’?”
Donnie said, “Why, the next generation, of course.
Andrew’s Story
‘The next generation’; what the heck is that supposed to
mean? These girls play their little word games, wanting to see how I
respond. They bait me just for the fun of it. I’ll play. I
don’t mind playing their games. But something tells me this is more than
a game. ‘The next generation’: I guess I’m supposed to infer
something from that, but all I can think of is Star Trek.
We went down to the restaurant and I ordered lunch. If I
have my druthers, I druther have lunch than breakfast. The girls both
ordered mushroom omelets. I guess they eat eggs, too, vegetarian or not.
Following Julia Child’s edict that champagne is always in order,
I ordered a bottle of Mumm’s.
Hey, it worked last night. Maybe I’ll get lucky again.
I’ve gotten laid at least eight times in the last 3 ˝ days and it hasn’t done a
thing to take the edge of my horniness. Oh, yeah, I got a blow job too.
Is this a great life or what?
We were seated away from any other customers. The girls
insisted on that when the waiter seated us. They wanted a private
discussion.
I said “Girls if you wanted to avoid drawing attention to
yourselves, you each should have worn a sack.”
They both smiled that eye-lighting smile of theirs. But Dee Dee said, “Andrew why don’t you tell us a little about your
childhood. How did school go for you?”
“Dee Dee, I thought I was the one who was
going to do the asking and you were the ones who were going to do the
answering.”
“Patience, Andrew! I think we can answer most of your
questions by letting you answer them for yourself. Now you were going to
tell us about your childhood.”
“I was?”
“You were. Tell us about school when you were a child.”
Damn, why did this subject have to come up? It’s obvious
enough to everyone that I’m over my head here intellectually. But now
they want to prove it. Oh well.
“School sucked. When I was in first grade my teacher thought
I was an idiot. She wanted me to be held back at the end of the year and
she wanted me to be put in the class for mentally disabled kids. Is that
what you wanted to hear?”
Donnie asked “What did your parents think about your intelligence
before you went to school?”
“What do you think? They were parents. They thought I
was a shining star, the brightest most original child they ever knew.
Just like every other parent.”
Dee Dee said “Did they go along with
your first grade teacher’s recommendation?”
“Hell no. They went ballistic. They
insisted that I be tested. They wanted to prove that that Nazi didn’t
know what she was talking about.”
“Nazi? Oh, you mean your teacher.
Why do you say she was a Nazi?” Dee Dee was
doing the talking now.
“Everyone had to toe the line in that class. Get in line,
don’t fidget, follow instructions to the letter, don’t question her authority,
don’t question her logic, don’t question her answers, don’t question. I’m
sorry, but I did question. She couldn’t stand me.”
Dee Dee said, “And did the school
district test you?”
“Oh, yeah. I took some IQ test thing.
What do I know, I was six? I had at least a small moment of
triumph. Madame Hitler was there in a meeting with my parents and the
school psychologist when he told us the results. My scores were in the
top ten percentile; for eleventh graders.”
Donnie and Dee Dee exchanged a
look. Dee Dee asked “What did the school
district do with you?”
“They went right ahead and placed me in a class for the mentally
disabled for the next term. The psychologist said the scores didn’t mean
anything and I was probably some kind of idiot savant.”
“Did your parents go along with that decision?”
“Yes, for as long as it took for them to drag my ass out of the
meeting and out of the school. I didn’t even finish first grade at that
school. They found a private school with very small classes and no
preconceptions of what intelligence was supposed to look like. It just
about put them under financially. You’ve got to understand, my family was
anything but rich.”
Donnie asked “How did you get along with other kids growing up?”
“Hey what is this? Are you trying to determine if my genes
are right for your children or something? I’ll tell you right now, my
genes suck. My family is poor, my brother and sister are mediocre, my Mom
is wonderful but not that bright. Is that what you wanted to know?”
Dee Dee smiled gently at me. “My,
my Andrew; it seems we hit on a tender spot. Is this why you are so
unreasonably self-critical? This is all need-to-know information, I
promise you. Everything you’ve said has done nothing to change our
opinion of you. Rather, it’s confirmed what we already believed.”
“Okay. You already knew I wasn’t as smart as you two and you
just wanted confirmation of the fact. Well I could have told you that
without all of this third degree.”
Donnie reached over and lightly slapped me across the side of my
head. “Will you relax? You wanted to know about the next generation
didn’t you? Be patient and you will understand where this is
leading. We know you are brilliant. Nothing you say about your
childhood could change that. Now you were telling us how you got along
with the other kids.”
I gave in, since they were being so nice to me. “Okay, I’ll
talk. Other kids hated me, if you must know. I was a nerd. I
talked too much. I couldn’t sit still. I didn’t pay
attention. I was the class geek. I was the kid everyone picked on,
until I started to grow and gain some muscle. When some bully started
pulling that crap on me in fifth grade I kicked the shit out of him.
After that they avoided me. It was better than being picked on.”
Dee Dee asked “How about high
school? Did you date, did you have friends?”
“High school was a little better, I guess. I still felt like
a geek. The other kids had interests that just didn’t appeal to me.
I played in the band, which is a typical geek-like thing to do. But I had
tennis by then.”
“I was pretty much an outcast up until the end of my junior year,
but then I won states. It was only Division 2, but I was the first state
champion in any sport that my school had had in twenty years. That made
me a celebrity, even though I was a geek.”
“So when I was a senior I could have been in with the in-crowd if
I wanted to be. I just didn’t want to be. Girls came up to me and
asked me for dates and shit. That was weird. I wasn’t sure what to
do with a girl.”
Donnie asked “What about college?”
“Yeah college was much better. I fit in with most
people. I had plenty of dates. I felt comfortable around the
girls. I did pretty well with my tennis, but they had plenty of great
athletes on campus, so that wasn’t the thing that made me acceptable. I
just fit in better. I don’t know why.”
Dee Dee said “Well, Andrew, let’s see if
we can look at your childhood and make some extrapolations. Tell us about
mammals and child rearing.”
Now what the hell was this about? Talk about coming from left
field. “So you’re done with the questions about my childhood huh?
Now we’re going to have a biology quiz. You girls are weird. But I
can play.”
“
Donnie said, “Talk about childhood in humans.”
“Well I would assume that childhood in early man approximated the time
it took to enter puberty. I don’t have a clue how long childhood was for Homo
habilis. Assuming it followed other
mammalian patterns, perhaps they entered puberty a few years earlier than we
do. Certainly the life expectancy of habilis
was quite a bit shorter than modern man’s.”
“As man evolved he had to have a longer childhood. He had
more to learn. The body of Homo sapiens obviously matures before
the mind does, I guess. Children enter puberty between say 11 and 14, but are
still considered children until they are quite a bit older, based upon the
society.”
“
Dee Dee said, “Well. Not bad for
‘shooting from the hip’, if you know what I mean.
Shit I can put two and two together and make it come out
five. “You’re trying to make me say that the problems I had growing up
were related to the relative position of my maturity to other kids’ maturity at
the same age? You are saying that my childhood was longer than other
kids’ and therefore I was less mature? You’re saying that I didn’t leave
childhood until I got to college, say 19 or 20 years
old. Is that what you are saying?”
The girls seemed satisfied with my little dissertation, but where
was this going? Were they going to try to make me draw some kind of
conclusion from all of this?
Donnie said “Okay, Andrew, what is the logical result of that
little logical exercise you went through?”
“Oh, no, Donnie! I’m not going there. I can
see where you are trying to lead me, but you’ve got to do better than
that. Why don’t you tell me where you are coming from?”
Dee Dee said “Andrew, just one more
thing, I promise. Explain speciation.”
“Oh, boy, here we go again. Speciation happens when one
species evolves into another species. There have been lots of
explanations as to how it might occur. Generally speciation can occur
when a small sub-population of a species is in some way isolated from the main
body and goes its own genetic way. There might be a river between the
sub-group and the main group, something like that. But if for some reason
whatever barrier existed is broken down or lost, then the sub-group can easily
be reabsorbed into the main group as long as the speciation process isn’t
complete. From what I gather, speciation occurs only under very specific
circumstances, but it happens all the time. Sounds contradictory and
maybe I don’t know what I am talking about.”
Donnie asked “What about speciation in humans?”
“From what I read, many people are talking about the end of
natural evolution for humans. We cover the planet. We have
transportation that is so good that a person can be in
Donnie laughed. “You do know something about everything,
don’t you?”
Dee Dee said, “You like scenarios, don’t
you? Think about this scenario. One hundred and fifty thousand
years ago a new species was born. The species was descended from a long
line of animals called hominids, the most intelligent of animals ever to be on
earth, probably. But the new species had something previous hominids did
not: the inherent ability to use symbolic logic. Eventually language was
developed to use that ability and suddenly the species was no longer just an
animal. The species became man – Homo sapiens. “
“Answer me this. For the next one hundred and forty thousand
years man expanded across the face of the earth.
Man improved his tool set, developed art, created quite a few other admirable
things. But man remained a hunter-gatherer, just as previous hominids had
been. But suddenly everything changed. Why?”
“In the last ten thousand years, man, starting with nothing, has
taken over the earth. Man has discovered agriculture, discovered science,
created government, and walked on the moon. The real advances, the major
steps that have been made have really come within the last six hundred
years. It could be said that most progress has been made in the last two
hundred years. Two hundred years out of 150,000 years; that’s
extraordinary. What caused things to change?”
I got the picture. I think I got where she was going with
this. “You’re going to tell me that man himself has changed. You’re
going to say that we are not the homo sapiens of 150,000 years ago,
right?”
Donnie picked up the narrative. “You are close,
Andrew. It’s not all of mankind. But Homo sapiens has been attempting
to speciate, evolve into a new species. Time and again a different type
of man has been born, one who could go beyond the simple talents of Homo
sapiens. It is those misfits who have been the motivating forces for
change. Plato, Aristotle, Jesus,
I shook my head. “Wait a minute, you’re telling me that
these people were all ‘the next generation’ of man? That’s a little far
fetched.”
Dee Dee said, “No, that isn’t exactly
what we are saying. These were indications of mankind’s attempts to get
to the next level. They were the prototypes of what was to come.
But they were too few to create a movement. Their greatness allowed them
to impact the flow of history. But they were like an upsurge in the body
of man that fell back again into the whole, re-assimilated into the species,
not unlike your sub-species scenario that merged back into the main group.”
“So where do you come in?” I asked.
Donnie replied “We are the first of the effort to finalize the
speciation effort. We and others like us are trying to breed our way to
the next species. We’ve made great progress in not a long time. We
are still Homo sapiens, but we are an almost separate sub-species.”
“What is that supposed to mean? How can you know
that?” This had gone from being a little unbelievable to a lot
unbelievable.
“Andrew, do you remember when we first decided to ‘relieve your
tension’? I told you not to worry about birth control, didn’t I?”
“Sure, Dee Dee; I was wondering about
that. Are you on the pill or something?”
Dee Dee said “No, Andrew. It is
very difficult for us to conceive with a normal homo sapien. Our
Mother was with my father for many years before she was able to conceive us.”
“To be a member of the same species two individuals must be able
to mate successfully and have their offspring successfully mate
as well. We are close to being unable to successfully mate with any
normal homo sapiens. I was sure there would be no chance for me to
conceive with you in only one night.”
Donnie gave a little gasp. “But Dee Dee,
what if he is one of us? Will conception remain difficult? Could we
already be pregnant?”
Dee Dee stood up in a panic.
“Andrew pay the bill! We’ve got to get to a drug
store now!”