Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
18
So Sapien
Deirdre’s Story
It’s obvious that if
someone is after our children, they are probably after the other children of
the next generation as well. Andrew is quite prolific. Before he is
through he may well have another place in the Book of World Records.
We want to notify the
parents of these children. Andrew was reluctant to use email or
telephones, since our calls and mail may be monitored. That’s when we
learned of another of our children’s talents.
I was with Elle, reading
her a story. It’s an odd thing that even though our children can speak
six languages and write computer programs, and freeze felons in their tracks,
they remain children.
We have every expectation
that they may not reach adulthood until their twenties. It is our theory –Donnie’s
and mine, not Andrew’s. We expect an extended childhood for this new
species of man that needs to learn so much.
Elle is the quiet
one. When she does speak, it’s usually to point out something that Emmy
has done wrong. I worry about the things that she doesn’t point out.
Elle wanted to talk about
the awful break-in that we endured recently. Although she is quiet and
shy, her IQ is extraordinary.
Elle asked, “Momma Dee Dee, what about our other sisters?”
I was a bit
surprised. “What do you mean, your other sisters?”
She said, “Aren’t they in
trouble too? The bad man came to take one of us away. Maybe he’ll
want to take one of our other sisters away, too.”
I didn’t even know they
were aware of any other sisters. Perhaps they had overheard something we
said, or perhaps they had just read our minds. Andrew keeps reminding me
that they know everything.
“Sweetie, we’re thinking
of ways to tell their parents to take care of them, warn them of the
danger. We’re afraid to use the phone or email because they might be
tapped.” There is no reason to hide things from these girls. We’re
convinced that they need all the information they can get. If they ask
something, we tell them the truth as we know it. Goodness, I see I am thinking
inside of an h Sapiens box. If they ask us something they will
hear our version of the truth whether we verbalize it or not.
Elle said, “If you want,
I can tell them.”
I felt a little dizzy,
and a little nauseated. What was she saying? “Elle, what do you
mean, you can tell them?”
“Oh, we can talk to each
other if we want to. You know, Momma, in our heads, the same way we talk
to each other here.”
It occurred to me why
Elle was so quiet. In her mind she might be as talkative as Andrew.
Maybe she prefers not to verbalize unless it is necessary. What does that
mean for the future of mankind? No more radio talk shows. No more
Rush
“Can you talk to all of
your sisters and brothers? All of the children of your father?”
She looked as bemused as
it is possible for a five-year old to look. “I don’t know, Momma. I
can talk to lots of them. I’ve never counted. Do you want me to
count?
One couldn’t dispute that
logic. I told her to talk to each one she could. They were to alert
their parents about the possible danger. I emailed her a spreadsheet with
the name of each of Andrew’s children and told her to check off each that she
talked to. That should narrow down the list of who we had to contact
directly.
How does she contact a
particular one? Do they have tMail addresses? Can she filter
her thoughts by addressee? This is too confusing for a simple h.
Sapien.
Andrew’s Story
Somebody in the
government is interested in us – interested enough to break the law to learn
about us. This government loves secrecy about its operations, so I
figured the first thing to do was to shed some light on things.
This guy Williams was due
to have his hearing. At least the police thought he was Williams.
The eGirls let me know that his real name was Morris. We planned to be at
the hearing to insure that the truth came out.
We took the liberty of
talking to some people we knew in the local news establishment, telling them
that this hearing for the attempted kidnapper might be pretty
interesting. It was a big time crime for this area anyway so it didn’t
take much encouragement to convince some radio and television people to show
up, along with the newspaper guys.
Since I’m friends with
the judge, and the police, and everyone else in the local power establishment,
I was able to bring Emmy into the courtroom with the excuse that she might be a
witness. The real reason was I needed her to wring the truth out of our
perpetrator. That poor fool won’t know what hit him.
I had clued Jake
Randolph, the prosecutor, in advance that Williams might not be who he claimed
to be. I told him that I was pretty sure his ID was falsified. We
were tennis buddies. He comes over to our place and lets me beat the crap
out of him several times a month. He knew I must have some idea about
what was going down.
So when Williams took the
stand, Jake’s first question was, “Please state your full name.”
Williams responded,
“Ralph William Morris.” Then he looked shocked and said “No. Joseph
Williams.”
The prosecutor looked
surprised. “Didn’t you tell the police your name is Joseph
Williams? It is Joseph Williams, isn’t it?”
The ugly S.O.B. replied
“Uh, yeah, Joe Williams. Uh, no, Ralph Morris.” He looked very
uncomfortable.
My buddy Jake was
confused. “Which is it, Joe Williams or Ralph Morris?”
Mister ugly looked confused
too. “Ralph Morris.” It came out like it was hissing between
clenched jaws. “Joe Williams is an alias.” That last barely had any
power behind it at all. It was like someone had reached down his throat
and dragged it out. I bet someone had.
The prosecutor said,
“Well I guess you’re guilty of making a false statement to the police. I
could have sworn they called you Joe Williams in their report. Who do you
work for Mister, uh, Morris?”
Morris was red-faced and short
of breath, like he was in the middle of running a marathon. He was
fighting this, he just wasn’t winning.
“I…work…for…the…Attorney...General…of…the...United...States.”
Jake’s mouth dropped open
and there was a loud reaction from the peanut gallery. Suddenly all ears
were on the ugly man on the stand.
Jake regained his
composure. “Were you told to break in to the Adkins residence by your
superiors?”
Morris looked like he was
constipated. He was fighting something with all his might, but his might
just wasn’t enough. “Yes. I was told to take a girl from the
house.”
The courtroom
erupted. Several local TV newshounds suddenly had visions of network
access in their eyes. They were sure glad I talked them into coming.
Jake asked “Why were you told to kidnap a girl?”
Morris fell back on the
old Nazi response. “I was only following orders.”
He suddenly relaxed in
the chair as if the bones had drained out of his body. I heard Em’s soft
thought in my mind. “Is that enough, Daddy? He’s tired.”
I squeezed her little
hand had leaned over and gave her a peck on the check. “Good job, little
one. You can lay off now.”
I had pretty much decided
that as long as IAM remained a faceless and unknown entity to the general
public, we were easy pickings to anyone who wanted to hurt us. It is time
to bring IAM to public attention. Maybe it is time to bring the children
of the next generation to public attention, too.
We won’t reveal the
telepathy thing we’ve got going. But the intelligence thing will be big
news by itself. We are raising a group of super-geniuses here. All
of my kids from every twin I’ve had the pleasure to, uh,
well anyway, all of my kids are super-geniuses.
It might not be such a
good idea to bring out the actual parentage of the IAM kids. On the other
hand, if known I might be nominated for father of the year on the strength of
sheer numbers.
But they might be safer
if they are known. I suspect that is some of the information the
government wanted when it tried to break into my little database. Eddie’s
and Edie’s firewalls made sure they didn’t get it.
But they will find out
themselves just by watching the comings and goings at the institute. It will
take them a while, but eventually they are going to snag one of my children
unless the snagging becomes too public.
I talked to the eGirls
about their half-sisters and half-brothers. I was relieved and a little
shocked when Deirdre told me that they can ‘hear’ them all if they try very
hard. I would think the ‘hearing’ of hundreds of minds would be
overwhelming, but they said that it doesn’t hurt and there isn’t too much
‘noise’ in their heads. They can turn it on and off at will – for one or dozens.
And the more they do it, the easier it is becoming.
And if I didn’t know
about this particular talent, what other talents do they possess that they have
conveniently failed to mention to us?
So the cat is going to be
out of the bag, so to speak. I’ve had a contractor begin to build a major
league fence and security system around the institute itself. Well, around our
home. We are certainly going to be the primary target for any attacks,
public or private. We acquired a couple of German Shepard pups. I’m
letting Emmy train them. By the time she’s done, no one will get onto our
property unannounced.
This is costing
money! Fortunately I’ve had Elle looking at the stock market and the
commodities market for several years now. Dee Dee
and Donnie gave her ten thousand dollars to play with when she was three.
That just sounds weird to me. After she started to get the hang of
things, she received another hundred thousand. Thank God I married two
women who made a lot of money before we were married.
So Elle has been
day-trading for a couple of years and doing pretty well. Her nest-egg is
up to a million-five, which ain’t bad in this market. She says she would
do a lot better if we would let her attend some stockholder’s meetings of certain
corporations.
She just wants to sit
there and pick the brains of corporate executives who might be in
attendance. By ‘pick the brains’, she means silently of course – and
literally. She says it is obvious that there is stock manipulation going
on, and we might as well get in on the action. She’s learning her
scruples from her sister. Emma has no scruples, I’m pretty sure.
Earlier this year Elle
came to me and she looked even more beautiful and charming than normal. She
wanted something. I’ve learned that most women want something, most of
the time, often when they look beautiful and charming.
She came right to the
point. “Daddy, can I have ten thousand dollars? Please, please, pretty
please? Okay, Daddy, okay?”
Now, that’s a request
that most parents would refuse most five-year olds. When I was five, I
would have run out of ideas about what to spend the money on after a couple of
hundred dollars worth of candy and comic books.
But I realize she may
have different priorities, so I asked her, “What do you need ten thousand
dollars for?”
Elle said, “I want to use
it for the markets, of course.”
“But you’ve already got a
million and a half to play with. Why do you need any more?”
“But Daddy, you told me
to play it safe and not take any chances. That’s why I’ve got so
little. I want to take a little and try some less solid ventures that
might pay more. Could I, Daddy, Please?”
I said, “Elle, would you
be gambling?”
She smiled. “Not
the way I play it.” She’s a W C Fields fan. I’ve often heard her
tell Emmy “Go away kid, you bother me.”
Of course I gave it to
her. She knew asking was just a formality, cause I’m the world’s easiest
mark. I mean, normally I might be reluctant to give ten thousand dollars to a
five-year old. But when your little girl has just earned over a million
dollars in the stock market, you tend to take her seriously.
That’s one formality that
Emmy doesn’t usually bother with. If she wants to do something, she does
it and maybe she’ll tell me later.
I asked Elle the other
day where her personal portfolio stood. It’s over fifteen million and
counting. You know, there was a time when I would have gone nuts about
such information. We’ve got well over sixteen million dollars, just from
what Elle made in the stock market (she’s keeping separate portfolios, the
family cash and her ‘mad’ money).
I made sure her mothers
are taking care of the business end of this. Knowing the eGirls, the
money might just disappear in the ether as far as the IRS is concerned.
The girls are not convinced of the validity of paying taxes on money they
earned to a government they don’t trust. In that at least they are
conservatives. They insist that the government need never know about the
fifteen million.
I said to Elle, “There’s
got to be a paper trail, an eTrail, some kind of trail, right?”
She looked at me like I
was the most pathetic loser on the planet. “Daddy, you are so
Sapien. Of course there’s got to be a trail, but it doesn’t have to lead
to us.”
My feeling is: if our
family suddenly has a whole lot of money, eventually someone is going to ask
where it came from. So we pay some capital gains tax. Who
cares? We’re rich now. We’d be slightly less rich. Infinity
minus anything other than infinity is still infinity. That’s an equation
most of the rich people in this damn country haven’t mastered yet. Why
don’t they just pay some fucking taxes already?
So we are taking a small
chunk of Elle’s winnings to build ourselves a wall between us and the
world. It’s pretty sad when you think of it. We are harmless but
vulnerable.
Well, we’re not exactly
harmless. And we’re not exactly vulnerable. As a matter of fact
when you think of it, we are dangerous and pretty much impregnable. If
the Attorney General is coming in, he better bring some napalm.
The government has no
idea what a can of worms it has opened. The A.G. should have let sleeping
dogs lie. We didn’t do anything to him. But now I give him six
months before Em has him back in private practice.
I told her to go ahead
and bring down the whole damn administration if she wants. We’ll let the
next administration know that if they want to survive, they better play ball
with us. If they agree, we will all coexist in peace and harmony.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Donnie’s Story
After the news came out
that we were attacked by a secret operative of the Attorney General of the
The Attorney General
claimed in an interview that he never heard of this man Joe Williams or Ralph
Morris, whoever he is. And he claims to have never heard of the Institute
for the Advancement of Mankind or of Andrew Adkins. So now we are at an
impasse.
Some people from CNN
called and wanted Andrew to be on
Andrew said he would
appear as long as he could bring one of his children. Since the children
were the point, they readily agreed.
I wasn’t sure this was a
good idea. We were sitting on the sofa in our living room. The
girls were out back playing with the dogs. The boys were down for their
naps.
Dee Dee
had a meeting to attend. We are very civic-minded. Andrew has
insisted from the start that we be an important part of the local
community. Now we can see why. We have friends here. It is
our town.
I said “Andrew should you
be on TV? Aren’t you setting yourself up as a target?”
Andrew felt he had no
choice. “We’re already a target. As soon as the government decided
we were important, that made us important. We’ve been in the news for
days now. You and Deirdre keep turning down requests for interviews, but
eventually things are going to come out. I’m don’t like news management,
but here is our opportunity to manage the news ourselves. We might as
well take it.”
I was worried about the
inclusion of some preacher. “What about this Reverend Walters? He
isn’t going to be on your side. He’ll try to make this thing into a
sideshow, pressing whatever agenda he happens to favor.”
Andrew smiled. “Why
do you think I’m taking Emmy? She will be my little secret weapon.
She is going to hack into his computers at the church and at his home to see if
anything jumps out at us. And when this guy goes on the attack – and he
almost certainly will – Em will be into his head enough to learn whatever dirty
little secrets he is hiding. Then I’ll cut his balls off.”
I said, “That’s a
revolting analogy. Please do it verbally if at all. I thought we
married a mild-mannered easy going gentleman. But now you seem to be much
more aggressive. Are you getting off on this macho stuff?”
Andrew said, “Honey, I
don’t see any other way to do it. I’d rather sit here in our little
enclave and just raise our kids. But our kids need me to go out into the
real world and fight for them. So, are you getting off on this
macho stuff yourself?”
I must admit that it made
me all tingly seeing Andrew act so decisively. He treats us so gently
that it’s easy to forget that inside that sweet exterior beats the heart of a
real man. I stood up. I reached for his hand and then pulled him up
beside me. Then I stuck my tongue down his throat.
Sometimes my lust comes
upon me and I just have to take him. I pulled him into the downstairs
bedroom. He calls it the “Get Andrew laid” room. Andrew is going to
get laid. But first I want to taste that powerful member of his.
I threw my clothes
off. I was nude in no time. His eyes were on my tits, then on my
pussy, then back to my tits. He thinks I’m sexy. When he looks at
me that way I feel like I could take on the
I forced him back onto
the bed, slipped off his shoes and socks, unbuckled his belt and pulled down
his pants. He aided me by taking off his shirt. That beautiful dick
of his was fully engorged now, sticking straight up in the air. I needed
to take it in my mouth.
I kneeled between his
legs and gently took that huge thing in my hands. It is as solid as a
piece of steel, yet soft and smooth on the outside. My tongue licked from
the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip, in little loving
strokes. I was holding his balls in my hand, massaging them, tickling
that little spot of skin directly behind them. He loves that.
I took the end of his
penis into my mouth. It’s always a new experience to adjust to his size,
no matter which end he’s in. My right hand started stroking the base of
his cock as my mouth sucked in the head.
My head was bobbing up
and down on his gorgeous manhood. Andrew’s eyes were closed and his
breath was coming in gasps. My pussy was gushing I was so turned on by my
man.
I could tell that he was
starting to get close to his completion, but when I’m like this I’m too selfish
to let him cum in my mouth. I wanted him inside my cunt!
I climbed up onto him and
then slammed his pussy down onto his dick, deep and hard. Andrew groaned
loudly but his sounds were drowned out by my screaming. I had my first
orgasm on the way down that huge shaft.
I withdrew several inches
and plunged down again. My hands were on his chest at first, but then I
sat straight up and let my hands drop to my side. I was rotating my pussy
on his cock, extracting every sensation I could from the intimate contact of
our sex organs.
Then I had had enough of
just feeling good. I needed to reach crazed ecstasy. I lifted
myself up and then plunged down again. I used muscle power on the way up
then let gravity do the work on the way down. This is my favorite
use for the force of gravity.
I needed it harder, so I
started doing the work in both directions. I was like a machine, rising
and falling on his thick long dick. I was fucking Andrew as hard and as
fast as I could. He just laid there and let me fuck him.
I could feel his dick
expanding. Suddenly I was screaming again.
Deirdre’s Story
Andrew and Em are to be
on
The girls were all
dressed alike as well, so we had five-year old quadruplets, at least to the eye
of the average person. Even though they are two sets of twins, there is
barely any physical difference between Edie and Eddie and Elle and Emma.
Ethan and Eric are essentially twins as well. Andrew calls them the twin
sons of different mothers.
We created quiet a stir
when we walked into the CNN studios. To the casual observer we must look
like four separate people, with clones created for the mother, son and
daughter. I know it gives Andrew’s ego a boost to walk around with all of
us at the same time. He’s very proud of his family.
We were escorted in to
the proper studio, and there we met Mr. King. I thought he was very
nice. After he left Andrew said that he was giving Donnie and me ‘the
eye’, whatever that means.
Andrew wanted each set of
us to dress identically because he suspected that Mr. King couldn’t resist
including the whole family in some shots that went out over the network.
We look so wholesome and loving that we could win the public to our side while
making the Attorney General appear to be an ogre for
wanting to harm us. That’s his theory, anyway.
When the show started,
Andrew was seated on one side of this tri-corned interview desk (with Emmy
sitting on his lap), and this Reverend Walters was seated on his opposite
side. Mr. King was in the center seat conducting the interview.
Reverend Walters was
wearing an immaculately tailored three-piece suit. Andrew whispered to me
before he went on that Giorgio Armani must have labored for weeks to put
together all of that material. Reverend Walters is a big man. Andrew said
that he has so many chins that when he nods his head he applauds himself.
This should be an interesting night.
Mr. King opened the show by
giving the background, explaining about the break-in and the information that
came out in open court. Then he turned to the fat man. “Rev.
Walters, you are a close personal friend of both the President and the Attorney
General. Do you believe they would do something like this?”
It was obvious to me that
the good reverend intended to go on the offensive from the start.
He said, “They would
certainly never do anything against the law! But we should be focusing
out attention on this man here. He is the anti-Christ!”
Andrew just sat there
with an adorable little girl on his lap, looking innocent as can be.
Andrew said, “I’m not
anti-Christ, Mr. King. But I certainly don’t favor the kind of Christ
that this man pushes, so I’m not pro-Christ either. I guess I’m
Christ-neutral.”
King addressed his next
question to the preacher. “What is it about Mr. Adkins that you so
dislike?”
“He is a pervert, a whore
and a traitor. Tell me, Andrew, (I can call you Andrew, can’t I?), isn’t
it true that you’ve been having meetings with a known terrorist every week for
years?”
Andrew blinked.
This was obviously a new one on him. “Well, Johnny, (I can call you
Johnny can’t I?) I don’t know what you are talking about. Maybe you
better make yourself a little clearer.”
“Is it not true that one
Joseph Mambella has been seen coming to your house
weekly for years? Is it not also true that this Mambella
character is a known Muslim and terrorist sympathizer? How can you
explain this away? You are supporting terrorism”, he finished
triumphantly.
Andrew actually
laughed. “Oh, you mean Joe, the student at
The good reverend saw his
opening and took it. “That is on its face the poorest excuse for a lie
I’ve ever heard. This terrorist is coming to your home under the pretence
of teaching your innocent children Swahili! Whatever the government
decides to do with you is too good for you.”
Andrew replied, “I
admit nothing of the sort. Mr. King you are displaying your Euro-centric
bias, I’m afraid. Actually, the kids are learning French and
German, as well as Japanese and Chinese. My wives tell me
that children learn languages best when they are very young and their brains
are pre-disposed to acquiring language. If you have a problem with that,
complain to them. I’m just an innocent bystander.”
Mr. King said, “Well we
can clear this up easily, I guess. I see you’ve brought your daughter
with you. Would you mind me asking her a few questions?”
Andrew smiled. “Not at all. Be my guest.”
Mr. King said to Emma,
‘What’s your name?”
Emma said, “My name is
Emma and I’m five years old!”
Elle whispered to me,
‘Emmy’s going to give him her five-year old act. This should be
funny.”
Mr. King said, “Do you
know a man named Joseph Mambella?”
Emma looked confused.
“Do you mean Joey? He’s my teacher!”
Mr. King asked, “Could
you say something in Swahili for us, Emma?”
Emma said “Jambo. Habari? Wapi choo?” That’s all the Swahili I understand, even
after sitting in on a lot of the girls’ sessions. Then she spewed out a
string of other words that I couldn’t pick up. All of her sisters started
to laugh.
Mr. King looked
impressed. “What did you say?”
She looked
innocent. She said, “Hello, how are you, where’s the bathroom. And
who is the big man over there?”
I turned to Elle. “What
did she really say?”
“Who’s the idiot with the
fat ass?”
I couldn’t help it.
I burst out laughing. “Elle, somebody listening to this telecast will
understand what she said. Then it’s going to be all over the country.”
She nodded. “Yes,
everyone will know that Reverend Walters is an idiot with a fat ass.”
Walters continued on the
offensive. “Not only is he consorting with terrorists, he is a bigamist
and a whore!”
Andrew said, “If I were,
I’m sure that the government would have found a better way to come at me
without trying to kidnap my children. I have only one official
wife. And I’ve never had sex for money. And do you think that this
administration would have hesitated to come at me with the Patriot Act if they
thought they had any chance of making it stick?”
King said, “
“I am living with two
women. I consider both of them to be my wife. But in the eyes of
the law, only Deirdre is my wife. I’ve never hid this relationship from
anyone. Why should I? I love them both. If you knew them,
you’d love them both too.”
King said, “I did meet
your ‘wives’ earlier. They are two very beautiful women.” I heard
Andrew mutter, “You got that right!” Speaking offstage King said, “Could
our cameras please show the Adkins family?”
A cameraman turned his
camera on our group and I saw on the monitor a picture of eight people – six
children and two mothers, all fresh faced and very American looking (that’s the
way Andrew wanted it).
Mr. King called over to
us, “Which one is Deirdre?” I raised my hand. King said, “So Donna,
what are you doing after the show?” Everyone laughed.
He turned to
Andrew. “They are very lovely women. But is it right for you to be
with both of them.”
Andrew told the
truth. “When Deirdre and I started dating, she made it clear that Donnie
and she were a package deal. I couldn’t have one without the other.
It was an easy choice. I agreed to be with both of them because I love
both of them.”
Andrew told the whole IAM
story, about the twins and their difficulty with conception. He even told
how Donnie and I arrange for certain of the more desperate twins to visit us in
order to achieve conception.
The fat man said, “You
see, he admits it! He is a whore and he runs a den of inequity.”
Mr. King asked Emma,
“Emma, do you know what happens when women visit your house?”
Emma said, “Sure.
Daddy’s helping them make babies. I have lots of sisters and
brothers. Momma says that Daddy is the pro… pro… progenitor of the next
generation.”
Mr. King was
surprised. “Do you know what ‘progenitor’ means, Emma?”
Emma smiled. “Daddy
is the father of the New
I wonder if Andrew had
meant for all of this to come out. He must have, because he was smiling
that little half smile he has when things are going his way – which is most of
the time. He is so sexy. I was getting wet just watching him.
When we get home I’m going to rape him.
Then things made another
turn. Andrew had said he was going to cut the reverend’s balls off.
Andrew looked at Rev.
Walters. “Sir, do you know anyone by the name of
Walters got a strange
look on his face. “I know a lot of people. I’m not sure any of them
is named
Andrew said, “Perhaps
your wife should know
The fat man made a dive
for Andrew over the desk. Andrew blithely stepped back and made sure that
Emma was safe.
Then he said to
Walters was controlled by
two stage hands and removed struggling from the set. I could see that Mr.
King was concerned about Emma’s safety, but Emma was obviously having a
ball. She was giggling and whispering into Andrew’s ear.
Our sweet boy is going to
get it tonight. He must be the sexiest man alive.
Donnie’s Story
On the ride home from
You would imagine with
six children, our car rides would be chaos. It may well be, but all the
chaos is going on inside the children’s heads. We adults hear
nothing. We are free to carry on our conversations without anyone asking,
“Are we there yet?”
They may be asking that
of Andrew, but Dee Dee and I don’t hear it.
It’s wonderful. We have all the time in the world to contemplate what we
are going to do to our gorgeous Andrew once we get the kids to bed.
Both of us made a stop in
the
By the time we arrived at
the plantation, Andrew was panting. He may have had sex with a hundred
other women since we’ve been married, but Dee Dee and
I control Andrew’s libido. He is totally in our power.
As we were getting the
children out of the car, Emmy said, “We know. We know! We’ll go to
bed so you three can get laid. Don’t you ever think of anything else?”
What do you say to a
smart aleck little girl who can read your mind? I said, “You better hope
that when you get older you have a husband as wonderful as your father.
Maybe then you’ll understand how Dee Dee and I feel.”
Emma said, “I know, I
know. Daddy’s the sexiest man on earth and yadda yadda
yadda. After tonight, you’re not the only women
who think that, you know.”
I said, “What is that
supposed to mean?”
She smirked at me.
“Wait till tomorrow. You’ll find out.”
I stared at her, but
decided to let it drop. I was too horny to get into an argument with a
five-year old. Once Andrew is in your blood you might as well face it
you’re addicted to sex. If I have to be addicted to anything, this is my
favorite kind of addiction.
Deirdre and I each took
one of Andrew’s hands and led him into the house. We had just watched our
sweet boy calmly fend of a vicious attack on national TV and then cut his
attacker’s balls off, just like he said he would. There is nothing that he
can’t do. If we ask him real nice, maybe he will grow an additional
penis, because that seems to be his major shortcoming.
When we got into the
bedroom, Dee Dee and I exchanged a look. We
must be telempathatic, at least with each other. We always seem to know
what the other is feeling. That was no big chore tonight. We both were
desperate to get laid.
I went for Andrew’s pants
while Dee Dee went for his shirt. He had
removed his coat and tie before we left the studio. Seeing Andrew in a
coat and tie is very funny. He looks so uncomfortable. But when he
was on TV he was so handsome and graceful. Maybe that is what Emma
meant.
It doesn’t matter.
We had our man naked before us almost instantaneously. We pushed him on
the bed and then each of us began to strip for him. Andrew was
right.
I was so wet I was afraid
I might drown him as I settled my pussy onto his mouth. I felt that long
tongue of his snake up into my center and I shot off then and there. I
had been waiting for this all night!
Dee Dee
had straddled Andrew’s cock and had slid down onto it, moaning and screeching
as she went. We are so empathetic that we are learning to have parallel
orgasms. I think her climax and mine augment each other, because they
seem to get more intense as we go.
I was rubbing my pussy on
Andrew’s mouth while Dee Dee was rubbing hers on
Andrew’s crotch. Our eyes closed simultaneously and both of us shot off
again! We were so aroused!
Andrew began to get into
it. I felt his tongue sliding along my lips, then licking my
clitoris. Oh, God it was intense. Dee Dee
was humping on Andrew’s cock. We both were rising to a peak again.
Dee Dee was slamming herself onto Andrew. My
thighs had clamped down on his face to keep his tongue right there!
We both erupted a third
time, but this time was over the top. The sounds of our screams filled
the room. They probably filled the house. I could see Andrew’s cum
leaking from Dee Dee’s abused pussy.
I couldn’t stay where I
was any more. I was dizzy and disoriented. Dee Dee
and I leaned on each other and slowly slipped to the bed, holding each other
for support and comfort. I think I can sleep for a week.
Deirdre’s Story
I awoke in Donnie’s arms
this morning. That was distinctly odd. We were both naked lying in
a puddle of emissions that had seeped from both of our pussies, especially
mine. I don’t know when I’ve climaxed more intensely than last
night. I came three times in a half hour. So did Donnie. I
could feel it. We came in unison all three times.
We must be telempaths
with each other. It just took sex with Andrew to bring it out. Andrew was
already up when we awoke. The devil had gotten his digital camera and
taken a picture of us girls holding each other in the nude. A huge blowup
of the picture was on our dresser, waiting for us. Aren’t computers
wonderful? He better keep his copy of that behind an impregnable fire
wall or he is in trouble!
He also better understand
that our policy of no girl-on-girl sex remains fully intact. We are
sisters who love each other as sisters and who share the same man. That’s
as far as it will ever go. But the picture he took was pretty sexy.
The eGirls were sitting
at the breakfast table, eating Cheerios and looking like the cats that
swallowed the canary. They were so smug that I knew something was
up. Andrew was slicing up some strawberries while he was cooking our
grits. I saw he had the eggs ready to put into the omelet pan, with
sliced mushrooms and shallots already sautéed.
He looked up as we made our
entrance, and I could see by his face that something was up. He looked
chagrined, mostly.
I said, “Okay, Andrew,
what did you do?”
“I didn’t do
anything. Ask the girls. I didn’t do anything, did I girls?”
Emma was the one who
spoke. I’m beginning to think she is their representative in the verbal
world. They can all speak, but Emma is the only one who likes to hear the
sound of her own voice.
“Daddy didn’t do
anything, Momma. The TV did it all for him.”
Donnie asked, “What is
that supposed to mean, young lady?” She tries to appear stern with Emma
but can never pull it off. It’s hard to come down hard on someone who can
read your mind. She always knows that we are faking it.
Emmy smiled. “Why don’t
we all watch CNN this morning? It might be interesting.” I saw
Andrew get a pained expression on his face. He shook his head and closed
his eyes.
We generally don’t allow
any TV during family time, which includes meals. This time I for one was
prepared to make an exception. We turned on the small tube that Andrew
keeps in the kitchen so he can watch ESPN while he cooks.
Emmy zapped the channel
to CNN. It was the top of the hour. We caught the announcer’s
opening tickler. “Our top story this hour: Andrew Adkins, the
Progenitor. Some are calling him the sexiest man on earth. Our
latest CNN poll names Andrew Adkins the man most women want to father their
children. Who is he and what makes him so sexy? Coming
up: the story behind the man.”
Donnie and I collapsed onto
the table, laughing hysterically. The eGirls joined us in the
laughter. Ethan and Eric were smiling as if they were in on the joke
too. Andrew looked like he was going to be sick.
Emma’s Story
Oh boy! Daddy wants
me to mess with the Attorney General’s head. I like it when he lets me do stuff like that. I’d do it anyway, but I like it
when he doesn’t mind.
I need to hack into the
computers in the Justice Department. That’s pretty easy. I’ve been
snooping around in most of the computers up there anyway. Just for fun I change
some data every now and then. Did you know that if you add three zeros to a
number, it can change a million to a billion?
I never leave a
footprint. That would be bad. Just to be safe, if I’m snooping in
the Defense Department, I make sure that it looks like my computer is in the
State Department. And when I’m snooping in the State Department, I make
sure it looks like my computer is in the Defense Department.
I saw on TV that they
don’t like each other very much. Maybe I can start a war between State
and Defense. That would be funny.
I wonder if the Attorney
General has any dirty stuff on his computer. I know what stuff is
dirty. It’s the stuff that Daddy tries to block on the internet.
Poor Daddy! I let him think his blocking works. I don’t even know
why he blocked that stuff. I wouldn’t look at it anyway. It’s
stupid.
Maybe the Attorney
General would like some dirty stuff downloaded to his computer. I might
even give him some dirty stuff on his home computer, too. I bet he’d like
that.
Maybe I won’t tell him.
Maybe he wouldn’t notice if I put the downloads in
encrypted form and kind of hid them in a folder named “AG’s Stuff”. But
I’ll make the encryption pretty easy to break – in case someone is looking for
bad stuff on those computers.
I’ll just download it and
then start sending emails about the kind of things some people saw displayed on
his monitor when they were in the Attorney General’s office. I’ll make
sure that no one’s name is on the email, but if somebody tries real hard, they
might find the senders were on other computers in the Justice Department.
Maybe I should copy some
of those emails to some newspapers and TV networks. I heard Daddy say
that the administration had the news companies in their pocket. But I bet
they’d like to see those emails anyway. I think I’ll let them see them.
I saw some stuff in the
Justice Department about investigations they were supposed to do on companies
that were doing bad things. But some of the companies had friends in the
White House and the investigations were stopped or changed. I wonder if
people at the newspapers might like to know about that.
I searched all of the
Attorney General’s encrypted files for that ugly man Ralph Morris’s name.
I always look at the encrypted files first. That’s where the good stuff
is.
I had Edie write a
program to open any encrypted file I find. Eddie tested it to make sure
it worked. I had to laugh when I found that the Attorney General was
using 64 bit encryption. He’s mean and stupid. I found lots
of Ralph Morris stuff.
Just to be safe I’ll make
a copy of everything and download it to my super-safe server. Even all
those funny emails that show the Attorney General isn’t a very nice man.
Maybe I’ll let some of
those emails come out, somehow. Data is fun to play with. You can
move it wherever you want. Sometimes when data shows up where it’s not
supposed to be, people go crazy.
I love doing that. Sometimes
when I’m supposed to be taking a nap, I’ll just hack around Washington moving
and copying data. I’ve found lots of cool stuff in the White House that
they wouldn’t like the press to know about.
I would never write a
virus. Daddy says viruses are stupid and mean. I think they’re
simple-minded. They are so easy to detect that eventually there will be
an anti-virus program written to stop them.
I like to do things that
can’t be detected unless I want them to be. That’s more fun. I
know what I did. And the people I did them to sometimes know that
something went wrong. They just can’t figure out what or why.
Sapiens are fun to play
with.
Andrew’s Story
Shit hitting fan time in
Washington! Whoa, who would’ve guessed that the Attorney General likes
child porn? How the hell did ABC get hold of that bit of info? And
shades of Enron, it seems like all kinds of major oil companies are in bed with
the administration.
Man I’m glad Emmy’s on
our side. I gave her six months to get rid of the AG and she did it in
three. The administration is faltering. I don’t care if it falls or
not. It’s too busy trying to remain upright to worry about little
us.
Ralph Morris is now
unofficially revealed as someone known to the Attorney General. So the AG
was caught in a lie of major proportions. This Sunday I’m going to let
the eGirls watch Meet the Press. It should be good for a laugh.
These people just don’t
get it. I personally am the father of the two hundred smartest people on
the face of the earth. They can do anything. I think I’m the
only one who knows that. I keep telling Deirdre and Donnie, and they keep
being surprised about what the kids do.
They shouldn’t be
surprised. The kids will do whatever they please, make as much money as
they want to make, invent what they need, hack into wherever they want to hack
into. We’ve got to give them the highest moral standards possible,
because otherwise we could be giving birth to a race of sharks.
My wives are sweet and
innocent. They’ve long contended that the next generation will be givers,
not takers. The hunter-gatherer mentality of h. Sapiens is no
longer viable in a world with all these people and so few resources. They
feel that our kids won’t have that mentality.
I will say that none of them
have a mean bone in their body. Is it nature or nurture? Their
mothers are so soft and easy to get along with, how could the children be any
way other way? Even Emmy is basically just a sweet little girl who likes
to affect the course of history.
I think she and Elle may
be the first persons in the world to fully understand the power of the
internet. They can sit at their workstations and blithely disrupt the
workings of the
Eddie and Edie are more
scientific-minded. They aren’t interested in making money and they don’t
care about screwing the government. Their passions are consumed by
designing systems right now.
They’ve gone about as far
as they can go with software development, given the state of current hardware
technology. So now they are working on designing their own
hardware.
I just sit back and
watch, sometimes try to understand where they are all going with these
things. It’s way over my head. They’ve all got carte blanche to do
whatever they please so long as it is safe and not harmful to others (the
administration doesn’t count).
We have these two German
Shepherds that are part of the family and that guard the property from
intruders. They are very intelligent (for dogs), are excellent sentries,
and love the eKids.
Sometimes they will sit
patiently at Edie’s side as she works. I see her talking to the dogs,
explaining what she is doing. They cock their heads to the side and their
intelligent eyes appear to comprehend everything. They don’t know dick.
And she treats me the
same way, allowing me to sit there and watch. She talks her way through
some concept and I cock my head to the side and look at her intelligently,
comprehending nothing.
Just because I fathered
them doesn’t mean I understand them. ‘New Man’ Emma called it. And
the damn media picked right up on that. I guess the next generation was
already taken.
We had no idea six years
ago when we planned for this over dinner what we were starting. I guess
we were looking for some slightly smarter versions of ourselves if we were
lucky.
But the eKids are as far
ahead of h. Sapiens as h. Sapiens were ahead of Homo Erectus. In one generation there has been a
quantum leap. We’ll learn as they grow up if their ethical universe is as
advanced as their mental one. If so, Donnie and Dee Dee
and I may have saved the world.