Author: Sterling
Title: Afterlife? When your descendants have sex
Summary: Dead people live again only when some descendant is
having sexual intercourse. Ancestors can talk with each other
during the act, but the living have no clue. Then Adam dies and
can talk to his living descendants. There are interesting
implications.
Keywords: MF mf Mf coer cons drug nc rape ScFi ESP paranormal inc
fath dau 1st exhib voy

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/24/2016.

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Afterlife? When your descendants have sex

Chapter 1

Note: I can't tell this story without a fair number of ancestors.
As a reader aid, here's a basic framework. Major characters are
starred:

Phyllis and Malcolm married and had Sarah
Sarah married Fred and had Molly*
Molly married George and they had Adam* and Susan
Adam married Stacy and they had Daphne and Kyle*
Stacy's parents are Harold and Jill
Daphne married Luke and had Veronica and Peter.
Susan married John and they had Zach*
Zach married Maria and had Jennifer*

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Something was different, thought Molly. Her most recent memories
were of waking up in a hospital bed in discomfort and confusion
for a few minutes, then easing back into unconsciousness. She had
known that one time soon she would never reawaken.

But now, many things were different. It was dark. There was no
pain and no confusion. And her physical self was centered in a
stiff shaft, dimly connected to a body -- a pelvis? The shaft
radiated pleasure and excitement. She could hear grunting in a
deep voice and little excited whispers in a higher one. It was
hard to escape the conclusion that she was somehow a set of male
genitalia, aroused and thrusting, having sex with a woman. A
dream, she supposed, but she'd never had a dream like this
before. The thrusting got faster, the grunts more intense, and
then at once an orgasm flooded her -- a male orgasm, different in
feel from the ones she had had, and accompanied by the
distinctive sensation of fluid spurting through her penis and out
the tip. Her penis? It was very confusing. And then she felt the
shaft withdrawing and was aware of herself losing consciousness
again.

This time she was a vagina -- a vagina and labia and clitoris,
set within a pelvis. Her awareness grew as she felt a stiff penis
penetrate deeper within her. This was much more familiar. The
penis began surging in and out. "Oh, Susan, that's great!" came a
whisper. "Mmmm," came a closer voice, familiar even without
words. Her daughter Susan and son-in-law John?

"What the heck is going on?" Molly murmured.

"Who's that?" came a male voice that was more immediate, almost
like it was in her head. It too was familiar -- her late husband?

"What?"

"Who are you? Molly?"

"Yeah, Molly," she said.

"Molly," sighed a familiar woman's voice. "So, now you're dead
too."

"What? Dead? What the hell? Mom?" Her mother Sarah had died many
years ago.

"Your mother, yes. It's all... Ah, I remember, you're lost and
confused." She sighed. "You want to explain it, George?"

"Hi, Molly..." Her late husband George. The last decades of their
marriage had been time together, some kind moments mixed with
lots of boredom and irritation -- more irritation than kindness.
He had died five years before Molly's final illness.

"Better make it quick, John's going hard now," said her mother.

"Yeah, OK," said George. "You're dead. We're all dead here. Your
afterlife is times when some one of your direct descendants is
having sex. Penis-in-vagina intercourse, to be exact. You kind of
occupy the sex organs of your descendant and feel what they feel.
You hear what's going on, but they of course have no idea we're
all here listening in."

Molly felt fingers on her clitoris -- her daughter's clitoris --
fluttering, increasing her arousal significantly. She had a hunch
they were Susan's own, given how well they were attuned to her
pleasure.

"Fuck me hard, John!" came her daughter's voice. Goodness, what
language! John thrust harder, panting.

"I'm surprised your first time awake is with Susan. Adam does a
lot more screwing," said George.

"I guess I was with him once, but I don't know, I was just so
surprised."

"Yeah, she didn't say anything, so we didn't know she was here,"
said Sarah. "Pretty common."

"Looks like this one is wrapping up..." said George.

"Oh, yes, John. Yes, yes, yes!" came Susan's voice. Susan's body
shuddered with a solid orgasm. Yoked, Molly shuddered too.
"Mmmm," "Aaaahhh," "Way to go girl," came voices of other dead,
suggesting they had too.

Her son-in-law's cock got harder inside her daughter and thrust
more rapidly and then lunged deep and held still. Molly could
feel it twitching faintly, while John whispered, "Oh, fuck,
yeah!"

"See y'all later," said George. "John don't linger long." Molly
felt the shaft sliding out and her own consciousness fading.

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Her awareness grew as "her" penis surged into a vagina. She only
had the two children, Susan and Adam, so this must be Adam.

"Feels like Stacy's pussy," said George. "You there, Harold?"

"Yeah, it's us," came a male voice, but with a different sound.
Close but not as close.

Molly said, "So, we get to talk to the ancestors of the partner
too?"

"You got it," said George. "Party of the bride and party of the
groom, so to speak."

"Who's the new one? Molly?" The voice was Harold, Stacy's father.

"Yeah," said George.

"Sorry, Molly," said Harold. "Your loss, our gain, or something."

Things had been frosty between the two families once Adam's
infidelity was exposed. He apologized and promised he'd never do
it again. But then he did it again. And again.

"Well, sorry again for Adam," said Molly.

"Hey," said Harold. "Forget about it. It's old news."

"And Jill?"

"Not here yet -- or at least we haven't heard a peep out of her."

"Probably not," said Molly. "I think I would have heard if she'd
gone before I did."

Stacy's voice came from the living, vibrant world. "Yes, Adam, oh
yes, yes, mmmm, yes!" Molly felt a vagina squeeze her penis.

Harold sighed. "You don't have to try so hard, honey," he said.

"Huh?" said Molly.

"Stacy fakes her orgasms," said her mother softly.

"All the time?"

"Well, these past 20 years or so anyway," said Sarah with a sad
laugh.

"So... how far back does it go? Are ALL our ancestors here?"

"No one knows for sure," said George. "If you've got ten thousand
descendants and they're all fucking like bunnies -- maybe you
kind of run out of things to say."

"Your son fock the lassies proper!" said a voice in a very
strangely accented English.

"Who's he?" said Molly.

"We don't know. He chimes in from time to time. I think someone
figured out the intervening folks once, or most of them, but then
got bored and gave up. The ones in between haven't ever spoken
up."

"And... granny?" said Molly. "This... this wasn't what she was
expecting..." Grandma Phyllis was devout and very proper, and
thought talk of sex was sinful.

"I'm here," came her voice. "I've gotten used to it. I can't
figure out if this is Heaven or Hell -- a lot better than pits of
flame, and it does feel good, I have to confess. A lot better
than sex ever did in life. Who knew I'd find my first orgasm in
the afterlife. But it's sure not Heaven either."

"Aw, give it up," said Grandpa Malcolm. "You know damned well
this is something totally different. Nothing to do with any God
we ever heard of. All that praying was for shit."

"You could be right," said Phyllis with a small sigh.

There was a lull in the conversation as Adam rowed his cock in
and out of Stacy in leisurely fashion, giving a highly pleasing
sensation.

A voice spoke in German, from the party of the bride.

"Who's that?"

"Oh, right, that's Jill's father," said George.

"Wait, I thought I met him at the wedding. He wasn't German."

"Nope, turns out Jill's mommy got knocked up by someone else."

A new woman spoke, "Like I've said a million times, he raped me."

Harold said, "Hey, we'll never resolve it."

"But that guy, he's the father?"

"That there's no doubt about," said George. "This is biological
descendants only. Adoption and step-parents and all the rest's
got nothing to do with it."

"So what about Jill's father -- I mean the one we all thought was
her father?"

"We're never in touch with him," said Harold. "He doesn't show up
here, right?"

"Oh, I think I see. So, does Jill know?"

"No," sighed Jill's mother. "She's in for a surprise."

Harold said, "Fortunately, it's not a huge deal. She'll get used
to it. We dead folks -- nothing matters so much."

Molly spoke in German.

"Oh, yeah, she knows German! We can finally learn some stuff!"
said Harold.

But the German guy said more or less, "Cool, you speak German,
but let's drop it, OK? I don't got much to say."

"You have other kids? I mean, descendants?"

"Yeah, 5 or 6 in all. And some of them actually have fun when
they fuck. Like Hans. Woo-hoo!"

Molly didn't inquire further.

"Where's dad?" she asked.

"Oh, he doesn't say much. You know the two girls he had by his
first marriage, your half-sisters?"

"Yeah." Molly knew of their existence but had never met them.

"The older one went from one abusive marriage to another, and the
younger one works as a prostitute. So it's kind of discouraging."

"Oh... Oh, I could see that."

There was a groan and then her father Fred's voice, very tired:
"Hi, Molly. Love you, of course. Hope you enjoy your death. Bye."

"Hey, Adam's starting to get soft," said Harold.

Molly realized he was right. Funny that Harold could feel it
through Stacy's vagina faster than the party of the groom could
through the penis itself.

George said, "Oh, yeah. Come on, boy. Finish her off! Don't leave
us hanging!"

Adam suddenly picked up the pace. Molly at first thought he'd
heard his father -- but then realized that that was a pretty
obvious reaction to an obvious situation.

But even as he fucked faster, his cock got softer.

It was disappointing to feel the sexual desire unfilled -- a
sensation she was familiar with from her own life. But it was
worse if you had a penis, she decided.

"Aw, fuck," murmured George.

"Hey, my heart bleeds for you, OK?" said Harold, his voice fading
along with the rest of reality as the soft cock slithered out of
Stacy's vagina.

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Regaining awareness was different this time. It was tight. Adam's
cock was going into something really tight. But as it wasn't in
very far she was only half awake.

"Ow!" came a girl's whisper.

"Oh, sorry. It'll feel better soon, I promise," said Adam's
soothing voice.

Adam's cock forced itself in more. Molly really wanted him to get
in farther so she could really reach full awareness and have all
her faculties.

"Wait, who's that! Who's the girl?" came an excited, unfamiliar
voice from the bride's party. A woman's voice.

"Anne, it must be Anne!" said a male voice from over there.

"A girl losing her virginity?" asked George.

"Yeah!" said the man.

The woman spoke again. "Probably to that creep Adam. Remember how
Bridget complained about the guy hanging around her too much? So,
is it?"

"Yeah, our guy is Adam," said George. "Sorry if he's screwing up
again."

Molly also felt regret, but it was somewhat difficult because
Anne was very tight and very hot and Adam was feeling fantastic.
She was feeling fantastic as she lived this moment through Adam.
Male desire at its extreme was such a powerful thing.

"You're gonna pull out, right?" whispered Anne.

"Yeah, babe, sure thing," said Adam. "Don't worry."

"Oooooh nooooo," groaned George.

"George!" hissed Sarah.

Molly understood, though. On the side of reason and justice and
decency was the need to pull out and not risk an unwanted
pregnancy. But God it felt good! And God did she not want Adam to
pull out! And yet for the sake of the bride's family...

"You can't get pregnant anyway," panted Adam.

"What?"

"Trust me." With that, ecstasy surged within him as he jammed his
cock in tight and sperm shot up into Anne, gob after gob. It felt
so fantastic!

Audible reaction from the party of the groom was muted, except
for the guy with the weird accent.

"Kingdom come!" he said. "You fucked dat hussy so fine, you good
old cock you!"

"Damn," said the man from the party of the bride.

"Shit!" said the woman.

"How... how old is she?" ventured Molly, fighting through the
daze of afterglow.

"Fourteen."

Molly winced. That was bad.

Anne said, "You didn't pull out!"

"Sorry, babe, I tried, but you were just too damn sexy!"

"I sure hope I don't get pregnant." But after a pause she said,
"Was it good for you?" like a girl in love.

"Yes, baby. It was fantastic."

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Molly's group reassembled as the party of the bride this time, as
John's penis slid into Susan.

This was the time to talk with the others in the party -- sex
between regular partners that was likely to last a while.

"So, with that girl Anne," said Molly. "How... how did they know
Adam was hanging around?"

"Can't be sure," said Sarah. "But my guess is that Bridget is
Anne's mother and those folks' daughter, and one time while
Bridget was having sex with her husband, she confessed her
worries about Anne. A natural enough thing to do."

"Oh."

"Usually better not to talk about stuff like that in flagrante
delicto," said George.

"We're hardly ones to talk!" said Sarah. "There Adam was seducing
a 14-year-old. You comparing that to talking about stuff during
sex?"

George didn't have an answer for that.

Harold said, "So Adam made another conquest?"

"Yeah, sorry," said Sarah. "Without protection."

Grandma Phyllis said, "But of course we're all ambivalent about
it anyway."

"What?" said Molly.

"I'm not ambivalent," said Sarah, but it sounded unconvincing.

"Why?"

"Descendants," said Phyllis.

"I don't get it."

Molly's mother said, "Think about who's not here. Your Uncle
Carl. Your Great-Aunt Jane."

"Oh," said Molly. It suddenly was clear. They were not only not
here, they weren't anywhere! They had all died childless. The key
to the afterlife was having children. Those children had to have
sex too, but most living people did. For a longer afterlife, your
children had to have children too. To live forever, your line had
to continue forever.

So... if Anne did get pregnant and had the baby, it was another
whole branch of the family tree. However despicable the crime,
they would all live on through another branch. They would come
alive more often, when that baby grew up and had sex himself or
herself.

"Do you suppose... do you suppose Carl and Jane are just in a
different kind of afterlife?"

"How would we know?" said Grandpa Malcolm. "Maybe they're in the
flames of Hell, maybe they're sitting with Jesus, maybe they're
just extinct, gone, kaput. Or maybe they're eating caterpillars
or dancing the Twist or having sex with porcupines!"

"That's not nice, Dad," chided Sarah softly. But Molly got his
point.

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"Oh, Adam, that's great! Keep going, just like that..."

Adam was fucking Anne and fucking her hard.

"Let me use my fingers, sweety.."

"Maybe later, but this is so good. I want to come just from you
banging me."

"OK, baby." He fucked hard.

If anyone thought 14-year-old girls incapable of sexual desire
and sexual fulfillment -- well, if they were here they would
realize how crazy it was.

"Oh, keep going, keep going..."

Adam's stamina was impressive.

"A little faster? And deeper?"

Adam was panting like crazy.

"Oh, now you come, Adam. Come in me! That will do it, I know it!"

He actually slowed down a little and his strokes got a bit
longer.

"Oh, do me, do me, do me!" moaned Anne.

Adam really was gasping for breath now. But Molly felt his
desire. To stop now would be incredibly frustrating.

"Ejaculate a whole bunch!" said Anne... "Yes, yes, oh yes, Adam!"
she cried, and Molly could feel her pussy clench on Adam's shaft.

"Arrgghhhh!" said Adam, himself climaxing and ejaculating.

But something was wrong. He kept gasping for breath, and Molly
felt real pain from the rest of his body somehow.

"Oohhhhhhh," he groaned. He gave a strangled breath.

"Adam? Adam?" said Anne with alarm.

And with his stiff cock still fully inserted in Anne, Adam lost
consciousness, and so did the party of the groom. It wasn't the
penis sliding out of the vagina. It was a different way than
usual -- a very unpleasant way.

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Molly came alive as Susan's vagina, with John's shaft sliding
into her.

"What was that with Adam?" said George excitedly.

"Yeah, what happened?" said Molly.

Sarah said, "I'm afraid he had a heart attack!"

The party of the bride was about as animated as a bunch of dead
people ever got. John's family wasn't very curious or friendly,
though they echoed their son's sexual pleasure.

After thrusting a while, they heard John say, "What's the matter,
honey?"

"Same old. I'm thinking about Adam."

"Oh. Gee, I'm sorry. Can you just put it aside for a few
minutes?"

"I'm trying -- you just go ahead and finish, don't worry about
me."

John pumped harder.

Many seconds later, she said, "He had so much of life ahead of
him," she said.

John's stroking slowed just a bit before picking up. He went for
it, and seconds later he came, silently, perhaps in respect for
his wife's grief. The party of the groom sighed and moaned with
pleasure. The party of the bride felt virtually no sexual
pleasure at all.

"I guess that settles it," said George.

"Yeah," murmured some of the others.

"I guess we'll see what Daphne and Kyle get up to," said Molly
sadly just before John's cock slid out. They were Adam and
Stacy's kids -- mid-teens when she'd died. Susan and John's one
son Zach was much younger.

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Chapter 2


Molly came to consciousness as a vagina -- a very tight one. A
new one. It hurt.

"Oh, Daphne, oh, baby..."

The penis got deep enough into Daphne to wake up the clan.

"What the hell is going on?" came a loud voice, very close by. It
could be no one else but Adam.

"Hi, Adam," said Molly quickly. "Don't worry. You're dead. You
come alive when your descendants have sex."

The penis poked in and out, the live boy gasping.

"What? Come off it!" shouted Adam.

"Yes, Daphne, yes!" said the boy, holding his cock deep for a
second.

"See you later, son," said George as the cock slipped out.

"Hey!" said Adam as consciousness faded.

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She was a vagina again -- slightly less tight. It didn't hurt.

"What the HELL is going on?" shouted Adam.

Molly and George took turns explaining the situation in the
pauses between Adam's incredulous outbursts.

When Molly said, "She can't hear you," Adam immediately shouted,
about as loud as a dead person could shout, "Daphne, Daphne! This
is your dad! Can you hear me?"

"Aw, shit!" said Daphne.

"Daphne, this is your dad! I'm dead, I guess. Can you hear me?"

"No, no, this isn't happening," said Daphne softly.

The owner of the shaft gasped and groaned with pleasure. Molly
could feel the cock twitching as it delivered its load.

He didn't pull out right away.

"Did you have a good time?" asked the boy.

"Yeah OK, it felt nice," said Daphne.

"What were you saying?"

"I... It was really creepy. I could swear I heard my father
shouting to me."

The boy chuckled. "Oh. Freud would have things to say about
that."

"No, it's real, it's real!" shouted Adam. "I really am talking to
you! I love you to pieces!"

"Uh, I gotta go," said Daphne.

"Not going to spend the night?" asked the boy.

"I'd like to, but it's just this is so weird. You're great, it's
not that."

"I'll call you."

"Yeah, that would be good. Call me."

The cock slithered out.

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When John glided into Susan, the party of the bride talked with
excitement. Adam was not present, of course, since Susan was his
sister, not his descendant.

"What does it mean?" said Molly

"A coincidence, I figure," said Phyllis.

"You think so?" said Sarah.

"Well, everyone told us they can never detect us at all, but...
what if they're wrong?" said George. "Hey, Susan!" This is your
father! Can you hear me?"

Susan did not react. They could feel her nimble fingers gradually
increasing her sexual arousal.

"Susan! It's grandma!" shouted Sarah.

"It's your mother, Susan. I love you, Susan!" yelled Molly.

Susan's arousal built gradually.

"I love you, honey," said the living John. "I really do."

Susan's arousal surged a bit.

"What would you like most now?" he asked.

"A little higher... yeah, like that... and just keep it up, that
rhythm, that's wonderful..."

Many relatives called out to Susan, as loud as they could,
sometimes talking over each other. Even Molly's father called out
in a loud monotone. Grandma Phyllis prayed.

But their efforts were rewarded with nothing -- though Susan did
have a small but real orgasm -- the first since Adam's death. If
she was hearing things it almost certainly would have gotten in
the way of that release.

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Each time Molly came to consciousness, she hoped she would be
instantiated as Daphne's vagina. But it was always Susan's.

They debated about how they could handle things better when
Daphne had sex again. They looked at it from her point of view.
Of course she thought she was hallucinating. Any sane person
would assume that if you hear your dead father's voice you are
hallucinating. Since he had died young and unexpectedly, within
the past few years, the psychiatrists would be less surprised. If
these hallucinations happened during sex, they would nod
knowingly, especially those with Freudian inclinations.

What could they convey to Daphne that would convince her it was
real? There was no point in repeating some shared secret that
only she and some ancestor shared. If Daphne knew it, it was
within the range of hallucination. They needed to tell her
something new. Something she could not have known before but
could verify in the real world.

Grandpa Malcolm described some money he'd left in the wall of his
last house, a nest egg for emergencies. He'd died suddenly and
had no time to even tell Phyllis where it was. They all thought
that was interesting, and listened to him describe the location.
But it was complicated. City, address, room, wall, height. It
would quite likely take longer to convey than the average excited
young man would stay inserted in a vagina before he blew his load
and withdrew. Daphne would have to remember a lot. And Malcolm
confessed that he wasn't positive about the details -- he could
surely find it if he was there himself. And there was no
guarantee that old house was still there. Or it might have been
renovated and the money discovered and removed then.

Molly suggested Daphne be told to track down a certain man who
had been her boyfriend in high school and relay that time they
had come across a skunk eating a dead dog. They all agreed that
was memorable -- but even if he confirmed it, it might just be
him being agreeable, perhaps hoping to make friends with an
attractive young woman. But they could phrase it differently --
have her ask him to verify what animal they had seen eating what
animal?

Phyllis questioned whether they should do anything at all, other
than try to convince Adam to be quiet. Was it a good thing for
the living to know what the afterlife was like? They listened
politely, but the prospect of communicating and being relevant to
the living was just an irresistible draw.

George had a more promising idea. He had written some erotic
stories and posted them online on ASSTR. He'd never told anyone,
and the account was presumably languishing there forever,
protected by a password known only to a dead man. But if Daphne
knew it, she could log in. That sounded good to everyone.

There were further complications. It was one thing to convince
Daphne that she wasn't hallucinating, but how could she convince
anyone else? And -- small detail -- they wondered how Daphne
would feel about having sex with all her ancestors not just
listening in -- not just watching -- but actually inhabiting her
own genitals and feeling what she felt as the act took place.

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This time Molly emerged from unconsciousness as the stiff
intruder, the penetrator, the penis.

"Wait, where am I?" came the loud voice of Adam.

"This must be Kyle losing his virginity!" said George.

"Kyle? Kyle? Is that you?" shouted Adam.

"Kyle, can you hear me?" called out Molly.

Others of the recent ancestors called out too.

Kyle's cock was a couple inches into his first pussy, and the
entire party of the groom could easily tell he was very excited.

But he hesitated a moment. "That was weird," he muttered.

"What?" came the voice of the girl.

"Never mind," he said returning to thrusting.

"He heard me. He heard me!" said Adam. "Yes, Kyle, it's me!"

"Hey!" said Molly. "If he did hear you, it's going to be weird,
right? Don't scare him to death."

Whatever Kyle's concerns might be about hallucination, he had a
higher priority. He was fucking a girl for the first time in his
life, it felt fantastic, and in under a minute he climaxed,
feeling immense pleasure and relief, a pleasure his ancestors
shared with him.

He didn't pull out right away.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked the girl.

"Yeah," she said, with muted enthusiasm. "You'll learn to last
longer, I bet. That's what they say."

"Oh," said Kyle.

"What was that weird thing?"

"Oh, I just thought I heard my father's voice."

"Like replaying things he'd told you? Let's see... 'Son, there's
nothing like the first time.'"

Kyle laughed. "No, not really. More like I actually heard him
talk."

"You did, you did!" shouted Adam.

"Tell him to do it again and last longer, and we'll tell him lots
of stuff," said George.

Adam relayed the message.

"OK," murmured Kyle as his cock eased out of his first lay.

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Kyle's cock slid into a vagina and woke his ancestors. It felt
like a different vagina.

The ancestors convinced Adam to keep quiet for the time being. As
Kyle rowed in and out, the ancestors argued and planned and
strategized. They had had a plan worked out for Daphne, but not
Kyle. Within a minute, their revised plan was taking shape.

"Well, no voices this time," whispered Kyle with relief, pumping
more assertively in and out of his girl.

"I'm still here," said Adam calmly. "But don't tell her you're
hearing my voice! Try not to come too soon, and I'll have more to
tell you in a bit."

Kyle's rhythm faltered as his father spoke, but then he went back
to a strong, slow thrusting.

The party of the bride was surprised and asked what was going on.
They told them to keep quiet because they had important stuff to
work out.

After 30 seconds, Adam spoke again. "So, here's the explanation.
Every time two people have sex -- penis in vagina, then the
ancestors of those two people are conscious and present... But as
far as the ancestors know, from talking back and forth, this is
the first time any dead folks have been able to communicate with
the living. Me to you. And, well, to your sister too... But we
know how it must seem. Totally impossible. So you need to be
convinced you're not hallucinating -- we get it. So, here's what
you do. There's an account on asstr.org, the name is StudGeorge,
all one word, and the password is CuntFuckyFuck. So you try that
and it works (we hope)... so you can't learn a password by
hallucinating, right? ... So, say, uh, 'this feels so good!' if
you get it, or 'this is amazing!' if you want me to repeat it."

"This is amazing!"

"Oh, good!" said the girl. "Maybe a little slower, and press in
firmly and hold it when you're in all the way?"

"Sure thing, Meredith" said Kyle. Molly could feel the
difference. The girl was taking in his entire length so their
pubic hair mats could press together firmly when he was in deep.

After Adam repeated his explanation, Kyle said, "This feels so
good!"

"Good," said the girl.

Adam said, "Great. We know some of the ancestors are here. We
figure maybe all are but some just don't speak. But they're
telling me to concentrate on giving your girl what she wants. We
can wait."

Kyle did then concentrate on doing what the girl asked. She liked
it, but said it wasn't getting her near orgasm.

"Kyle, your mom says to ask Meredith to use her fingers to get
herself off while you're going in and out."

"Uh, you want to use your fingers so you can get off?"

"While you're doing it?"

"Yeah."

"That would be weird."

"Oh."

"Your mom says, tell her you'd find it really hot if she'd do
that."

"Well, I'd find it really hot."

"Really? Well..."

The ancestors could feel by gentle tugging near the base of
Kyle's penis that the girl was doing it.

From the party of the bride came a voice saying, "That's very
nice of you all."

"That's so hot!" said Kyle. "If you can get so you'll come, that
would fantastic." This he said without prompting.

"Well, I'll try... But you gotta do it like you're really into it
too."

"OK, well, that's no problem! I just don't want to come too
soon."

The ancestors felt him thrust more assertively.

They could hear Meredith's little gasps and moans becoming more
excited.

"Oh, I'm almost there..."

"That's fantastic!" said Kyle.

"OK, just do it fast and hard. I'll take my fingers out, so
you're the one making me come. Real fast and hard!" she said.

Kyle complied. Seconds later the girl cried out, gasping. Kyle
went even faster, and within a couple seconds he climaxed too,
and Molly noticed again how she could feel the sperm pulsing
through his cock as background to the ecstasy.

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Once again Kyle slid into a girl. It felt like the same pussy,
and the party of the bride confirmed it was Meredith.

Once again the girl used her fingers, had an orgasm, and then
Kyle had his.

As he lay on her, cock inside, Adam relayed some more
instructions.

Kyle said, "I got a confession to make. I know it sounds really
weird, but I really am hearing my dad."

Meredith gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, right."

"I know you don't believe it. I didn't believe it, but he proved
it to me by giving me a password. And I can prove it to you too."

"Yeah? How?"

"Well... first of all, your grandparents all say they love you
very much. But... your grandma... Grandma Claire? That time she
walked in on you masturbating and gave you a lecture about it?
She's really sorry about that."

"No, what? This is too weird! Get off of me!"

"Bye, guys," sighed Kyle just before he disengaged from his
panicked lover.


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Chapter 3

Brother and sister sat in the coffee shop.

Daphne said, "Yeah, it's nice catching up. But it's not like you
to call me up like that. We've hardly been close lately. What's
the deal?"

Kyle was nervous. "Well, this is really, really freaky stuff.
It's about your sex life. Well, mine too. I'm pretty sure you've
only had real intercourse twice. And it was incredibly freaky
because the second time you heard dad's voice."

Daphne stared.

"Well, it happened to me too. Dad really is there and can talk
with us while we're having sex."

Daphne looked down.

"I know, I know, it's totally impossible. Freaky wacko stuff.
But... it's true... You find some guy and tell him you have a
fetish that you pretend you're talking to your dad during sex,
maybe use Fetlife... And you really can talk with Dad. And in
fact with mom and the grandparents too... He can talk with them
and relay stuff.

Daphne said, "I spent a year in therapy about hearing Dad's
voice. Nothing she said ever sounded right. Is this really true?"

"Well, have sex with a guy and try it out."

"I don't want to just 'have sex with a guy'. Most girls are
different that way, right? And I've got my own issues."

"Oh," said Kyle. "Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry."

He paused several seconds before changing the subject. "There is
another thing I wanted to ask. A way you could help me. If you
know any women who aren't totally averse to casual sex, ones who
maybe have some New Age ideas, tell them your brother can let
them talk with their deceased parents or something."

Daphne smiled. "That's the lamest pick-up line I've ever heard."

"Yeah," said Kyle. "But you'd be the one giving the line. And you
heard dad yourself, right?"

Daphne considered.

"I'm decent-looking, right?" said Kyle.

"Yeah, sure, you're fine," said Daphne. "You have much
experience?"

"Well, there was a first time... Then there was Meredith. Dad
relayed an idea from mom about how to maybe make her come, and it
worked great."

Daphne laughed. "And what was that?"

"Pretty simple. Encourage her to use her fingers at the same
time. Convince her it's really OK with me. It was. She came."

"You still seeing her?"

"Uh, no. After the second time, I told her a secret from her
grandmother that no one else could possibly know, and she freaked
out. That was the end of that."

"Not surprising."

"So, I've done it with a couple girls since then... But I just
keep the thing about dad quiet. And it's OK, but there's this big
secret I can't share. I want to be able to really talk with Dad.
That's why I hoped you could maybe help."

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Through a couple connections Daphne had found Amy for Kyle.

He was 19. She was 23, lovely, with a great figure. Above all,
she was confident.

"So, Daphne says you're like a medium and can put me in touch
with my father -- he died when I was 12 and I miss him a whole
lot."

Kyle nodded solemnly.

"And I think such things are possible, but it also sounds an
awful lot like a hoax, you know? A good line to get a piece of
ass? If we're going to do it, I want to have a good time. Make it
worth my while."

"Sure! But... I'm not all that experienced, you know." It was
hard to admit that, but somehow his ancestors gave him confidence
that telling the truth was good here.

"You ever go down on a girl?"

Kyle shook his head. "I'd love to learn how, though. See if my
dad talks to me then too, I guess."

They stripped and Amy eyed Kyle's erect organ. "Very nice, if you
know how to use it," she said with a sly smile. "But first..."

Kyle was excited to follow Amy's directions. He sucked her
breasts -- hard, the way Amy wanted it. And then down below, he
explored her shaved pussy with fingers, then tongue. It tasted
mysterious, not bad, and it was amazing how it made Amy respond.
Twenty minutes in, following her instructions, his tongue made
Amy give a big, satisfied gasp. He kept licking until she pushed
him away. Then he sat up, waiting.

Amy sat up and smiled. "That was great! Thanks for the good
time." She got up and pulled her panties on.

"Uh, but... didn't you want to...?"

She looked at him, then broke out in a big smile. "Oh, I'm
kidding," she said, pulling the panties back off and lying back.
"I really want your cock in my pussy. There's way more to sex
than orgasms."

Kyle slid in, and it felt fantastic. So fantastic he didn't feel
like a big long conversation with ancestors. But at least he
could talk out loud this time.

"Yeah, I just learned how to give oral sex. She liked it... Yeah,
I gotta admit, this is awfully tempting.... Amy, they got a
suggestion. They suggest I fuck you hard and fast and come, then
wait 5 minutes 'til I'm hard again and do the ancestor stuff
then."

Amy laughed. "Well, you did satisfy me. What the heck... Go for
it, stud."

Kyle fucked hard and he fucked fast. He didn't last long -- maybe
45 seconds before he convulsed with a fabulous orgasm,
ejaculating into the lovely Amy. Lasting wasn't helped much by
Amy's commentary -- "Oh, that's fantastic Kyle... I love your
shaft. Fuck it in hard. Come in me! Come a lot. Gimme your sperm!
Give me a whole bunch... Right up my pussy. Oh, oh, yeah!"

Kyle slid out and onto his back, smiling.

"Some guys say it's kind of a relief when they've already gotten
me off to just go for it and not worry about holding back."

Kyle grinned. "I agree." After a moment he said, "So, you want me
to prove now that my dad's been gossiping with your folks?"

"Sure, OK," said Amy, smiling. "I thought they were just going to
let you come."

"Well, you know dead people, how they have trouble keeping
quiet..." He laughed, and so did she. "He just told me anyway,
and somehow it stuck."

"Your grandma Esther -- something about how that guy exposed
himself to you out in the shed when you were 13, and you didn't
want to tell your mom."

Amy's eyes opened wide. "Oh, my God! This is real! So, can I talk
to dad?"

"Only when my penis is inside your vagina."

"Oh, right," she said, eyeing his limp organ. She immediately
dove down and engulfed it in her mouth, and Kyle felt sensations
like he'd never felt before. His cock got hard quickly.

"There!" said Amy, lying back with legs spread wide. "In!" She
pointed at her vaginal opening as she held it open.

Kyle let himself down on her as she aimed his shaft gently. It
felt luxurious to just press upward and have her handle the
docking details. His cock slid once more into a hot, slick female
embrace.

"So, tell my dad I miss him so much. I love him to pieces, and
I'm so sorry for that stuff I said the night before he died." She
waited.

"I don't have to relay anything to your dad. He can just hear
you."

"Oh, he can? Weird."

"But now he's got to say stuff and my dad's got to repeat it to
me, see."

After a few moments, Kyle said, "He loves you more than anything,
and he's worried ever since that you'd feel bad about that...
Sorry, dad, I forgot the rest, can you repeat it?...Oh yeah, but
he knew it was just you being an adolescent, testing limits. He
knew you loved him always. And he'd love to tell your mom how
much he loves her... And your brother... But then *my* mom says
they won't believe you."

Kyle had held his cock still inside Amy while he was relaying the
message. Now he started a slow fucking motion again.

Amy sighed and said, "And my mom would have mixed feelings
knowing I'm communing with him while lying on my back
accumulating more and more sin while you fuck me."

Kyle stopped thrusting and frowned.

"I didn't say *I* thought it was sin, just she'd think that. I
like to feel you going in and out. Everything's good about it."
She smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek.

"Your dad says, 'Good girl.'"

Amy's smile faded. "Wait, he hears everything I say?"

"Yeah, everything you say when you've got a penis inside you. And
not just what you say. He's kind of one with your sex organs --
he feels what you're feeling during the sex."

"I'm having sex with my dad?"

"No, your dad sort of occupies you while you're having sex. If
anything, it's like *I'm* having sex with your dad. And your
grandma and grandpa, and their grandparents, etc."

"So it's like super-voyeurism!"

"Well, they can't help it, and you can't help it. Unless you
don't have sex."

Amy frowned. "Get out of me."

Kyle reluctantly complied.

"Let them stew in their own juices for a while. I don't know as I
like this."

"They're not stewing in their juices, they're all unconscious
again. Until the next time you invite a penis into your vagina."
Kyle's cock twitched.

Amy sighed and lay back and Kyle took the invitation to slide
back in.

Amy said, "So, I'm kind of an exhibitionist, I guess. So I get to
have sex for all my ancestors. And if they were prudes, aren't
they going to be upset?"

After a moment, Kyle said, "No, they all get used to it."

"So, did they all like that orgasm I had? You were pretty good,
you know."

"They had no idea about that, because there was no penis in your
vagina."

Amy's brow furrowed. "So, for them to feel an orgasm..."

"Yeah, it's got to be while I'm inside you. Or some other guy
is."

"Oh! Well, I've got a solution then..." To Kyle she said, "Get
off."

She reached into her bedside table drawer and produced a Hitachi
vibrator, then got up on hands and knees, her butt facing Kyle.

Kyle hesitated.

He'd never done it doggy style but he could see how it would
work. He aimed his cock and slid in a little. Amy arched her back
and it slid in all the way. The vibrator started humming, and
Kyle barely felt the vibration. He loved thrusting into Amy this
way.

"They like how this feels?"

Kyle hesitated. "Yeah, they like it a lot."

"And the bigger orgasm I have, the better they feel."

"Yup," said Kyle, not needing to wait for word from beyond the
grave.

"OK, Kyle," she panted. "Hard and deep... fuck me hard and
deep..."

Kyle did.

"Oh, aaaahhhhhhhhhh!" cried out Amy, shaking with the intensity.

Kyle felt the contractions on his cock strongly.

After a moment, he said, "They say that was fantastic."

Amy went down onto her chest, leaving her rear end up in the air
for Kyle to fuck.

Kyle said, "My team wants me to come again. So do I."

"Oh, not surprised. I'd kind of be offended if you didn't. Like
this?"

"Yeah, like this. It is a really special thing, to be in you so
deep like this... They pointed it out, but it really is true."

Kyle began fucking with greater concentration.

"But my team will feel even better if I feel good too, right?"

"Uh, yeah..."

The vibrator turned back on and Amy rapidly got more excited.

Kyle jammed in and out of the hot, wet tunnel that hugged him so
tight.

"Yes!" said Amy, her pussy clenching Kyle's shaft.

That sent him over the edge, and the orgasm was fantastic, more
blobs of seed deposited in the depths of Amy's vagina.

"My legs are awfully tired staying like this," said Amy... "But
if you pull out, they like disappear again?"

"They've got a plan," said Kyle. "We slowly go down and turn on
our sides... and I stay inside."

"So, this is how I keep daddy and grandma and grandpa happy? Have
lots of sex and lots of good orgasms with you?"

Kyle hesitated. "It's really tempting to lie about this part, but
no, it doesn't have to be with me. Though they point out that
it's nice to be able to tell you how good it feels... And even
the great-grandparents who you've never met say those were two of
the best orgasms they've ever experienced... One guy says he's
got over 50 descendants and those were two of the best."

"For women, or overall? They all experience the male orgasms too,
not just the female?"

"They all agree... male orgasms are more reliable and consistent
and pretty great, but the really good female orgasm is just way
better."

"So, lots of sex to keep daddy happy..." she murmured.

"The other thing is having children."

"Having children?" asked Amy.

"They say, 'Think it through'."

"It's really hard to think after two orgasms like that," she
said. But let's see... no, too complex."

"If you and your brother are childless, then when you stop having
sex they die... if your line dies out, then they die too."

"Oh."

"And you're going to die some day too."

"Oh. And if I don't have any descendants then I'm gone for good."

"Yeah."

She was silent a while. "That puts a new perspective on things."

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Chapter 4


For those of a hard-nosed scientific bent, extraordinary claims
require extraordinary evidence, and Kyle's claim was at the far
end of extraordinary. But for those who are more relaxed about
such things, who are already open to belief in crystals and
chakras and auras, the evidence was plenty.

Girls who were willing to make love with Kyle could themselves
get verification that he was in fact in touch with their deceased
grandparents. Word spread. A lot of girls were interested.

It gradually became clear that Kyle was into young, reasonably
attractive women. If this removed a bit of his luster for those
of a feminist bent, it wasn't too serious. No one would dream of
telling women they should be willing to have sex with just any
man regardless of his physical or other qualities. And Kyle was a
kind, respectful lover. With the knowledge that the ancestors
liked orgasms during penis-in-vagina intercourse, the woman's
orgasm became an initial priority. Some who came easily just did
it from getting humped by Kyle. Others did the cowgirl with him
and got off that way. And others followed Amy's lead and used a
vibrator while receiving Kyle from the rear.

Then it was time for the proof of connection and the heartfelt
emotional exchanges.

Kyle had started out as a fairly typical young man. He had loved
the idea of sex and after he lost his virginity he liked the
reality of sex even better. He loved sex with hot babes, and not
just one but many hot babes, one after another. It would have
been somewhat better for his ego if these babes spread their legs
for him because his masculinity was irresistible. Being able to
mediate tearful discussions with departed relatives wasn't
intimately tied up with his sense of self-worth, and the content
of the discussions sometimes got in the way of the carefree
pleasure of sex. But it was still fantastic.

After the initial thrill wore off, he found he was interested in
sex just 2 or 3 times a week. The demand for his services far
outstripped this supply. Very soon women offered money. He
initially laughed at the idea -- this was just for fun, not
business!

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Kyle glided his cock in and out of the pussy of Erica, a 40ish
woman, not exactly slender but plenty sexy.

"Your grandparents were Shel and Laura Schwartz... your parents
David and Malca Gold..."

"Right, of course that's right."

In his head he heard Adam say, "Shel wants you to know... he
buried some gold -- maybe 5 pounds of it." He gave the name of a
state park. "At the northwest corner of the old carriage house,
right by the foundation."

Kyle said, "Shel wants you to know..." And he stopped.

Adam said, "Kyle, tell her. Wait, you're not..."

Kyle said, "The connection is fading out. Oh wait, there it is,
your mother says she loves you very much, and she's so proud of
you."

"Oh, that's so nice!" said Erica. She started crying softly.

Erica had not wanted to bother with an orgasm. At this point Kyle
would always go for his own pleasure and release, but this time
he started getting soft. He withdrew and bid Erica goodbye.

He had the location. Five pounds of gold? Five pounds? That was
80 ounces, and with the price of gold... The map of the park
showed the location of the carriage house. Not being an
especially popular park, it was deserted, and he began digging.
It wasn't even two feet down, a metal box, surprisingly heavy. He
set it aside and quickly filled in the hole, then carried the box
to his car and sped home.

It was amazing. Five pounds of gold. Mostly in gold coins --
Krugerrands, American Eagles, Maple Leaves...

Kyle made a deal with his next girl. She'd wear headphones and
listen to some loud music during the first part of their sex
while he had a private conversation with his ancestors.

"Well, son, partly I'm proud of you. See an opportunity, seize
it, make a bunch of money. But it's not your money. If you want
money -- you've got a ready-made business model."

"Yeah. But the gold -- that was kind of fun, though. Exciting!"

The girl below was listening to the music, but her eyes were also
on him. Her vagina was hot and very alluring.

"We'll think of other things that could be exciting. But you
gotta give that to Erica, right?"

He sighed, and gave two especially hard, deep thrusts into his
current girl in frustration. "Yeah, OK."

"So now you want to hear about the business model?"

"Sure."

After it was conveyed, the headphones came off, he gave the girl
what she wanted in both pleasure and information and fucked hard.
He got his tip into a little tight pocket formed by cervix and
vagina and it was fantastic, with the added thrill of thinking
about just where he was blasting out his sperm.

Erica was flabbergasted, but also quite happy, to get 5 pounds of
gold.

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In theory information could spread far and wide among the dead.
But they had no computers, no typewriters, not even any pencils
and paper. The memory of the dead is no better than the memory of
the living. The older ancestors, especially those with thousands
of descendants, were hard to rouse. The discovery that it was
possible to communicate with the living did get a few to speak
up, but not to carry out any grand plans.

As a result, information couldn't spread through too many steps.
The way to get dead folks in touch was at the "wedding", where
the party of the groom and the party of the bride could talk
while their descendants fucked. (It was in no sense a wedding,
but the phrase "party of the bride" filled a key role, so the
context that gave rise to it was naturally dubbed a wedding. What
was the term for the family of you fuck buddy in relation to your
own? There was none, of course.)

Here's how the business worked. A man signed up. Step one was to
have sex with somebody and say whatever was on his mind and then
pose a series of questions. His ancestors would be listening.

Step two was for him to have sex with a "messenger girl". A few
young women were identified who were sexually hot, friendly and
good-natured, and who had ancestors who were energetic and had
good memories. Kyle paid them very well (the women, not the
ancestors!). The man and girl didn't have to do anything special
themselves but keep the penis inside the vagina for 20 minutes.
If the guy came too soon he could wait ten minutes until he was
hard and go at her again. Their union allowed the man's ancestors
to tell the girl's ancestors the answers to the relevant
questions.

When the girl had let her ancestors accumulate knowledge from
those of several men, it was time for step three. Kyle inserted
his penis into a messenger girl and began fucking away.

Kyle dictated what others would transcribe later. "Mike Dubois.
Proof, tore apart sister's bear during time out at age 5. Answer:
love, etc., father apologizes for being alcoholic and
abandonment, yes, does have half-sibs, look up their mother Joan
Longstreet of Schenectady, born around 1965. David Song. Proof,
childhood name Fuzzy, favorite toy Alfie, Answer, great respect
and pride, etc. Father's secret past is Kuomintang, tortured by
Mao, very sorry not more emotionally open. Brian Wood. Proof..."

Adam's afterlife voice never failed him, though Kyle got hoarse
sometimes.

Going rate per man: $10,000. Deductible business expense: Viagra.
Perk: Fuck hot girl employees, above board as part of employment
contract. Bareback. Ejaculate inside -- or defer to next girl if
so inclined. Work three days a week, clear $250,000 per week.

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Daphne did not like the idea of all her ancestors being there to
inhabit her body when she had sex. She struggled with the issue
in therapy (with a new therapist who believed her story).
Eventually, via Kyle, she made a deal with her late father. She
would have sex, maybe get married and have children, if he would
promise to never, ever, even once make his presence known to her.
He agreed.

Yet there was another problem. Kyle had mentioned to one person
too many that his sister had also heard their father talk when
she had sex. She was propositioned until it was tiresome. When
she dated, she could see herself in a man's eyes as first and
foremost a connection with the dead. Daphne herself was obscured
or even invisible to him.

She wanted a new identity, and Kyle had the means to provide it.
She changed cities, dated, found a man Luke, settled down, and
had two children.

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Effects on society were mixed. Many scientific materialists just
could not entertain the possibility. The people who reported
confirmation were in a conspiracy, or said there was confirmation
because they desperately wanted it to be true.

For others on the fence, there was the implication that sex, that
most private of acts, was really not at all private, but being
witnessed by deceased ancestors. The recently deceased ones were
often the very same people who had ingrained in them the idea
that sex was shameful and dirty. That provided a motivation to
assume Kyle was a charlatan.

For those of a more open mind, it was a very pro-sex message...
There was a variety of interesting implications.

"I'm kind of tired tonight." "But remember how much you loved
grandma Mary? She'll like it... you can use the vibrator. It
won't take long." "Oh, all right."

A mother died of cancer at 40... "You're too young to have sex,
young lady!" "But dad, mom's just dead and gone until I do...
Don't you want her to live again? To be happy?" Sigh. "Well, I
guess there is that. Who is the boy again?" "Paul. His mom died
of cancer too. So we've got that in common. We want to be nice to
our mothers."

"Lesbian couple seeks gay male couple for sex. Join genitals
cross-gender, but make love to our own partners."

"I know you don't really like how Viagra feels, Charles. But
think of your mother. I don't really like the lube all that much,
and even with that it kind of hurts me since the hysterectomy.
Jane and her husband are both over 90 too, and they still manage
it..." Charles popped the Viagra.

"They say it doesn't have to be stiff, you know. We can kind of
work it in somehow when it's floppy." "But they also say that
it's frustrating when it doesn't go in all the way -- that the
forebears don't fully wake up." "Some people say that, but others
say no."

It was also a very pro-reproduction message...

"Sperm samples available. If genetic tests show your baby is
mine, you are guaranteed to get $50,000, from escrow."

"43-year-old female wants to try every last possibility. Seeking
young men to have sex with me at the right time of month. Propose
your own compensation level for trying. $30,000 if it leads to a
live birth."

Sister to sister: "I don't care about living forever, but you
know how mom was. She'd want to. You really ought to have kids."
"But kids are so much work, so much hassle. Why don't you have
them?" "You're married, I'm not." "So what? How about being an
egg donor?" "We're not rich enough for that... I'd promise to
babysit sometimes."

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"Hey, it's Henry! He got it up again." Henry was Phyllis's
great-nephew.

"With Alice, I presume."

From the party of the bride came a chuckle, and "That would be
quite something if Henry had an affair now!"

"So, I'm back one more time. I figured I was a goner," said the
sad voice of Yolanda, Henry's mother.

Henry's father had children by an earlier marriage. Yolanda's
parents had another boy and girl who had descendants. But for
Yolanda, Henry was it. He was over 80. He'd married Alice, but
they had never had children. She was past menopause when the
whole afterlife business was discovered. If Henry had sown any
wild oats, they should have had sex long ago. The last time Henry
had sex was the last time Yolanda would exist in the afterlife.

"That feels pretty nice, doesn't it, Yolanda?" said her mother
Helen.

"Yeah," said Yolanda with a sigh.

"Feel the pleasure... warm and nice... Enjoy the moment."

"I'm trying," said Yolanda, her voice choking up.

Then they all felt Henry's organ growing soft. Still he thrust.
He then surprised them all. "I don't know if this afterlife stuff
is true or not, but if it's not, no harm done. Mom, I don't know
as I'm going to try again. Goodbye. I love you."

"No, no!" said Yolanda, as the soft organ slowly slid out and
they all faded away. The others would return when some erect
penis forced its way into some vagina -- but Yolanda was gone for
good -- unless Henry did change his mind and try again. Even if
he did, her days in the afterlife were numbered.

Among the living, everyone is mortal. Some die tomorrow, some in
a hundred years. Among those in the afterlife, there is no true
immortality -- the sun will burn out and fry the earth at some
point -- but there is indefinite life. They might live thousands
of years -- maybe even millions? This created a gulf between
Yolanda and the others that does not separate any two living
people.

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Kyle and Adam talked. Kyle had more money than he could ever use.
Their enterprise was fundamentally boring. They were sick of
relaying maudlin messages from the afterlife. They were tired of
the drama. Some of the dead people had no interest in being sweet
and nice. When the first messages of that kind came around, Adam
had some impulse to just lie and tell the living what they wanted
to hear, but his own ancestors talked him out of it.

So then they instructed the ancestors of the messenger babes to
screen out the replies, and only tell them about certain things
-- mislaid fortunes, finding lost siblings, serious
misunderstandings that could be rectified and proven with
information from the real world if you knew where to look.

If a guy got no message back, he paid only $900 -- part of what
he had received was the opportunity to fuck a gorgeous young
woman. Only if some message came back did he pay the full price.

The bar kept going higher as to how momentous the news from the
dead had to be to be worth relaying.

And finally they went back to girls, ones Kyle would fuck
directly. If a girl applied, and Kyle liked how she looked and
acted in her application video, and she had a reasonable
heart-felt request, he would agree to take her on. He would have
sex with her, lasting long enough to relay the answers that her
ancestors had prepared.

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It slowly emerged that Kyle had fathered some children from his
initial frenzy of spiritualist copulation. The girls he mated all
had to swear they were on some hormonal contraceptive or had an
IUD, but some had lied. (Condoms muted the pleasure for everyone
-- most notably Kyle. There had been no condoms.) Perhaps it was
an instinctive anticipation of Kyle and Adam returning to "just
family". Maybe it was the knowledge that Kyle had something
really special and they wanted that something special in their
offspring. But they wanted his children, and some had them. And
the hope was that whenever one got old enough to have sex, Adam
was going to not only be right there, listening in, feeling what
they felt -- but talking to them.

This was not assured -- no one knew how Adam's exception to the
afterlife rules worked, and just because Adam could talk to his
son and daughter was no guarantee that he could also talk to his
grandchildren. But the women were willing to take the chance.

One of them tested the hypothesis. She arranged for her son to
have first intercourse when he was way too young. Adam was there,
he was surprised, and the boy heard his surprised exclamations.

The ancestors were incensed. They debated relaying information to
Kyle to track down that woman and sic child services on the
mother. But were tales from the afterlife probable cause? And
besides, right or wrong, this was family. This was the mother --
the single mother -- of their own descendant. The experiment
performed once and the results clear, she didn't repeat the
treatment. Another mother tried this too when her son was a bit
older, but by then Adam controlled himself and said nothing.

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Kyle wanted to get married. Imagine that! He wanted someone to
love, to live with, and to raise a family with. And yes, someone
to be true to, forsaking all others. He'd played the field long
enough.

He dated. Some of them didn't know he was the famous Kyle.
Naturally he slept with them if it seemed promising. The party of
the groom got to check out the party of the bride. Kyle had
trouble deciding between two nice girls, but Adam said that based
on the ancestors, one was much preferable to the other. He took
his father's advice.

And when he got married, he stopped sleeping with other women. He
would relay no more answers from the dead. Even when offered $1
million.


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Chapter 5

Years passed.

Daphne had to admit that her father had kept his end of the
bargain. He never said a word when she and her husband were
having sex. Of course he was there, but then all the ancestors
were there every time people had sex. It's just that she had a
vivid memory that proved what was just theoretical to other
people.

As events developed, she was thankful to him. Her daughter
Veronica, at age 20, had fallen in with a very bad bunch of
people. Guys who ran a meth lab. She was having sex with one of
the guys, who started getting violent. Then with two guys --
without protection.

Her dad had listened in, in impotent rage and with what Daphne
realized was admirable self-control. He and the other ancestors
had pieced together enough to figure out where the place was.
Kyle tipped off the police, it was raided, and Veronica was
saved. Kyle had debated asking Daphne's permission, but decided
it was just too important to allow any other decision. But
Veronica had no idea of the connection.

Now Daphne's son Peter was struggling. He was 19 years old, he'd
flunked out of college, and he had a drinking problem. Like most
concerned parents, Daphne had worried about him a great deal, and
also explored every sort of intervention she could think of.

The problem wasn't money -- Kyle was generous, and she explained
it to her husband as a wealthy relative who wanted to remain
anonymous -- which was basically true. Peter could get by
comfortably without working a day of his life. But Daphne hadn't
told him that. The world is full of people with trust funds who
are nonetheless totally lost and miserable.

Of course what you tell any young person is to find their gifts
and follow them. Peter had a gift -- or rather, a late
grandfather with a gift. It benefited Peter, though it was not a
monetary inheritance.

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Peter mounted Theresa. She was a hot girl, and it was the most
natural thing in the world to aim his penis and force himself
into her. It felt fantastic. Theresa had confessed she was
willing to take a chance. A guy with his story would be really
suspicious, but his sober, sensible mother -- that would be quite
something for a mother to cooperate with a line like his.

"Theresa, you're so sexy... I really don't want to talk with dead
folks... I just want to make love to you!"

"I appreciate that. But yeah, go ahead and talk to your grandpa."

"Uh, you there, grandpa?"

"Yes. Hi Peter. Sorry I never got to meet you when I was alive."

"Yeah, me too. But you've been there whenever I've had sex?"

"True, but everyone's ancestors are there, not just you. I don't
want to talk about your sex life."

"Well, it is kind of embarrassing."

"More than some, less than others. Very human. You've never been
unkind or lied to a girl. That means a lot, you know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I sure feel fantastic doing it to
Theresa -- you feeling it too?"

"Of course. And I agree. But she's looking for more than that.
Like proof."

"Right, OK."

Peter listened and then spoke. "Dad says the best proof is
something to do with, uh, you know, female troubles, but it might
be kind of embarrassing."

Theresa's eyes went wide. "Oh, uh-oh. Yeah, please, don't have
him tell you that. That would be too embarrassing!"

Peter smiled, but said, "OK, I maybe know how you feel. I've got
some embarrassing secrets too." He listened to his father.

"When you visited Grandma and Grandpa, they put you in time out
and you didn't think it was fair. So you chewed a hole in the
curtain. And wet your pants."

Theresa smiled. "Oh, it really is them! Wow! I'm convinced!
Though I'd forgotten the part about wetting my pants. Do they
forgive me?"

After a moment, Peter said, "Of course. It would never occur to
anyone to hold it against a little kid like that. And they
actually were unfair to put you in that time out -- they didn't
realize your parents would have let you do it. So they're sorry.
And love you. And are proud of you."

"Oh, I'm so glad!" she said, eyes misting up. Then she said, "And
now I get to have a big orgasm for you, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, Theresa pushed Peter gently and he
dismounted. She got her vibrator from beside the bed, turned it
on, and presented herself from the rear for Peter to take her.

Peter slid back in and smiled. A shapely girl butt, just for him.
None of the others had suggested this, back when he had sex
before he became a spiritual fucker. He hadn't dare to suggest
it. But Theresa had...

Adam said, "Remember, we disappear when you disengage like that.
But don't tell Theresa -- it happens a lot, of course. Just keep
it in mind. I can't hear you if you say anything then. Got to be
aware of where your cock is... And it's got to be stuck in a
pussy for us to communicate."

"A very fortunate requirement," said Peter brightly. "Anything
else?"

"Nah, but the party of the bride says that vibrator sure feels
good to them."

Peter relayed the encouragement to Theresa, who laughed and kept
applying it to her clitoris down below his thrusting cock.

"I'm going to draw it out a long time," she said. "Make it a
fantastic one."

The minutes passed. Peter fucked the pussy that was so
conveniently presented to him for just that purpose. When he felt
himself getting too excited, he slowed down.

Adam said, "Hey, tell her not to go on forever. It's not fair to
make a guy hold back *too* long."

After Peter relayed the message, Theresa looked over her shoulder
at him. "You just saying that? Or did he really say that?"

"He really did... And he says he'll tell me about your
embarrassing thing if you don't finish up pretty soon!"

Theresa laughed, turned back around, and applied the Hitachi once
more, but her vocalizations now told a story of concentration and
building excitement.

"Oh, aaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, body twitching, pussy clutching
rhythmically.

Peter let himself go, and shot his wad in the girl 10 seconds
later. It felt fantastic.

When he caught his breath, Peter said, "Wonderful -- both parties
say it was fantastic. Have good sex often, to keep the ancestors
happy."

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His credibility established, Peter earned his own fortune. Then
he began working with historians. Like most academics, historians
were initially skeptical of Kyle's claims. And yet some of what
he had revealed -- some of the lost treasures -- solved genuine
open historical questions, if small ones.

In the years since, historians had framed questions to ask. They
could only ask them of historical figures who had descendants,
and only if the descendant was willing to have sex with Peter --
or, for males, sex with a messenger girl who would then have sex
with Peter.

Now that she and hers were beyond the range of any reprisal, what
did Sally Hemings really think of her life situation with Thomas
Jefferson? What happened to all the ships that perished without a
trace? The dead captains, while they feel a penis poking
pleasantly into their descendant's vagina, can give the answer.


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Chapter 6


"Dad, I've gotta say, that was the nicest dinner we've had in a
long time. It's really nice when you don't make those digs about,
'When do I get my grandchild?'"

Zach's stomach went cold. If she only knew ...

As they drove back from the fancy restaurant in the big city to
her suburban home, Jen's eyes drooped. A few minutes later her
eyes were shut, mouth open a bit.

"Hey, Jen?" he asked. "Jen?"

"Huh?" she said very groggily, then went back to sleep. The drug
was taking effect. Five minutes later she didn't stir when he
shouted.

Jennifer was Zach and Maria's only child. She'd been the joy of
their lives. All the while growing up, she was such a delight.
They'd gone through the phase of unease when she started going
out with boys, and then when she was away at college they knew
even less about what went on. Her career as a surgeon -- she made
them proud! But, no husband. At 28 she confided to them that she
really was a lesbian. As she passed 30, he and Maria asked more
pointed questions. Lesbians could get artificial insemination.
But Jen lived for her career. Taking time for a baby? Impossible.
Getting pregnant and giving the baby up for adoption?
Unthinkable.

They were very much aware of the afterlife. Zach's cousin Kyle
had been the world-famous medium, relaying the messages he got
from Zach's late uncle Adam. Kyle was famous, he was rich, and
the reality of ancestor reanimation during the sex act was
entirely vivid to Zach. Kyle had related secrets to his Aunt
Susan, Zach's mother, that left her in new doubt as to the
reality of the connection. More recently, his cousin Peter had
taken up the family business.

And then Maria had died. Maria was gone. Maria would only come to
life when Jen had heterosexual intercourse -- which she was
unlikely to do ever again. And even if she did, Maria would be
gone forever when Jen died. And so would Zach, no matter how long
he lived. Grieving for Maria and having little else to live for,
the 64-year-old Zach had devised this desperate plan.

It was a long drive into the countryside from the city. He drove
into a depressed rural area, a land of many abandoned farms. Zach
drove down the long driveway and pulled in at the house long
after midnight with his drugged daughter.

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Occasional groans from the second bedroom indicated Jen was
gradually coming to. Now they heard a groggy "What's happening?"

Nancy, slumped on the recliner, looked up from her TV show. Brian
looked at Zach, who swallowed, growing pale. He was dreading this
part.

"Would you explain it to her?" he asked Brian.

"Aw, c'mon, be man enough to tell her yourself!" sneered Nancy.

"Could you at least come in too?" he said to Brian.

Brian and Nancy rose and followed Zach to Jen's room.

"What? Uh, pleased to meet you," she said to the two strangers.
"What's going on?"

"I... I've just got to have a grandchild," said Zach. "And your
mother needs one too."

"Uh... so."

"So... we've brought you here for that purpose."

"I don't understand."

Zach shifted uncomfortably. "Well, surely you know how babies are
made?"

"Huh? Of course I know how babies are made."

"Well..."

Nancy burst in angrily. "Oh, for Christ's sake. This is my dad
Brian. He really wants a grandchild too. So we're prisoners here.
Your dad fucks me, and my dad fucks you until we're pregnant. Got
it?"

Jen laughed. "Come off it!"

But no one else laughed.

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "But it's the only way. I'm really sorry."

Jen rose unsteadily and looked out the window. "Where are we?"

"A farmhouse bought specially just for the purpose.," said Brian.
"No neighbors. A long way to run if you did get out. Windows
nailed shut. Doors that lock from both sides. Only your dad and I
have the keys."

Jen looked at her father. She was a confident young woman and a
surgeon to boot, someone used to getting her own way. "So have
you fucked her yet?" she spat out, nodding towards Nancy.

Nancy said, "No, we got here a day before and I guess he didn't
feel like it last night after he brought you in."

Zach stole a glance at Nancy. She was not glamorous in jeans and
flannel shirt, but she was a female. Her breasts pushed the shirt
out noticeably, she had hips inside those jeans. Zach got just
the hint of an erection. He'd be able to do the job.

Brian folded his arms. "I think we ought to get to it. Before we
lose our nerve."

Zach nodded. There was that danger. If they all left now, the
girls probably wouldn't report them, but once they'd been
raped...

Jen said, "Oh, so we do it in here, while you two do it in
another room -- like Gilbert and Sullivan?"

"No," said Brian. "We'll do it in private, but I'd like Zach
standing by in case things get out of hand. You're pretty angry."

"No kidding," said Jen.

Nancy started moving towards the door.

"But honey," said Zach. "Would you like some time to prepare?
Like a few hours?"

Jen hesitated. "A little while. No more than an hour... You
realize you could go to prison for a long, long time for this?"

"Yeah," said Zach. "But we'll live on after we die."

Jen shook her head and rolled her eyes. "If you call that
living."

They all left and Jen closed the door behind them.

Nancy went back to the TV show and the two men looked on.

Twenty minutes later the door opened and Jen emerged, completely
naked.

Zach looked away.

"Oh, take a look, dad. If I'm a hunk of meat, and your pal gets
to see me this way, you ought to look too."

Zach looked. His daughter was womanly and sexy, fairly slim but
with B-cup breasts and noticeable hips. Her pubic hair was
copious.

Brian ran his hand through his hair, and walked over to the door.

Jen faced him in the doorway and said, "This is rape, you
understand? If you do it you're raping me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said with some annoyance.

Brian followed Jen into the room and closed the door behind them.

Zach felt a wave of grief. Part of him felt like striding in
there and beating the crap out of Brian. But -- he wanted
grandchildren. That was what this was about.

"She's kind of a bitch, isn't she?" said Nancy softly.

Zach looked at her, surprised, then smiled. "She is assertive and
confident."

Nancy gave the hint of a smile before looking away.

"She's a surgeon, you know."

"No kidding! Wow. I'm just a wage slave in a call center..." She
added, "As soon as they're done then you rape me?"

Zach nodded, coloring slightly.

"Well, then I'll take a little time too," she said. "Dad's likely
to be pretty quick."

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Fifteen minutes later Jen's door opened and Brian emerged, fully
dressed, looking a bit flushed.

A minute later Jen appeared, also dressed this time.

"I will report, he did the deed. He ejaculated inside my vagina.
The rape was successful."

Brian turned, fists clenched. "I don't like your attitude, miss!
We don't have to take shit from you. You're our captive, get it?"

Jen glanced at Zach to see how he'd react. "Yeah, Jen, we're not
trying to hurt you, you know. We just want to have grand-kids.
But if you're bitchy about it, well, I don't see as Brian just
needs to take it." He paused. "But no hitting, Brian, OK? No
hitting unless they hit you?"

"Yeah," said Jen. "The physical violence will be restrained to
rape, done gently."

"Hey Jen, cool it!" shouted Zach.

Jen opened her mouth, then shut it again.

Brian said gruffly, "Where's Nancy?"

"In the bedroom. She said she wanted a little time too, like
Jen."

"Oh, aren't we considerate! You can go ahead and do her."

The door opened and Nancy appeared.

"In a few minutes," said Zach. "I'm not in the mood quite yet."
Actually, he didn't want to leave Jen and Brian alone until
they'd cooled down.

Nancy went back into the room, leaving the door open a crack.

Jen seemed to be thinking. Hopefully it would get through her
very proud skull that men did sometimes hit women, that Brian was
bigger and stronger than she was, and she was not the one in
control here. He motioned her over. "You OK?" he said softly so
Brian would not hear. "I know you hate this, I bet you'll never
forgive me. But I don't want to see you beaten up by Brian, OK?"

"Where'd you dig him up, anyway?"

"On the web. Sorry if he's not upper crust. But... he wasn't like
rough in bed, I hope?"

"No, father dearest. It was a rather gentle rape. Quite a
gentleman, for a rapist."

"Well, good." Bu the sarcasm rankled. He grabbed her by the
collar and hissed, "But don't just assume I'll take whatever you
dish out either, OK?"

Jen gulped and a trace of fear flickered across her face.

After a minute, Zach rose and knocked on Nancy's door.

She appeared and said, "You know, my period is due in a couple
days."

Brian and Zach looked at each other. Brian said, "Maybe we'll
take that into account later, but we gotta get this out of the
way."

"OK," she said.

With one final look at Brian and Jen, Zach headed into the room
and shut the door behind them.

"Strip," he said gruffly, and began removing his own clothes.

"You're really going to do it, aren't you?" said Nancy suddenly,
tearing up.

"Yes, I'm going to do it, now strip!"

Nancy stripped and lay back on the bed, hands crossed casually
over her crotch.

Zach's cock wasn't totally hard, but as he looked at the sexy
young woman it began growing. Yeah, she didn't like it. It was
rape. He'd never raped anyone before, but it didn't get in the
way of his cock stiffening. He rubbed it a bit to top off his
erection, then lay down on her.

Nancy got the idea to spread her legs and remove her hands. Her
eyes were closed tightly and she bit her lip.

Zach saw a pussy. He slid a finger in to test the waters. It
didn't go in so easily. He began gently rubbing her clit.

Nancy looked at him. "I'm not going to like it, OK?"

"I know that, I just want to get it a little wetter so it goes in
easier."

Nancy resumed her earlier pose.

After a minute Zach tested the pussy waters again. Much better.

He let himself down to mounting position, aimed his cock, and
shoved. It felt good. His sex life with Maria had tailed off to
virtually nothing in the past few years, so it felt good to be
doing it again. And what's more, this girl was young and fertile.
He'd adapted to Maria as she aged gradually. Seeing Nancy, he
realized just how much he'd adapted. The sensations were
fantastic too. This girl's vagina was tight all the way inside --
which was right for a woman who'd never given birth.

Yeah, his goal was simply to deliver semen, and he was raping the
girl. But it also felt good. He fucked in and out, enjoying the
delicious sexy sensations. He was in no hurry to come. After a
couple minutes Nancy looked up at him. "Most guys have to work
hard to last this long."

"Ah, shut your eyes again," he said gruffly. But he did start
going for orgasm, as he looked at the young fertile women below,
breasts jiggling, legs spread wide, taking his cock up inside
even though she didn't want to. With a grin, he let himself
relax, let the pleasure build, fucked the hot pussy for all he
was worth, and then... Aaaahhhh, the relief and joy. And as the
natural result of the act, his semen was carefully tucked up
where it could do its job. He pulled out, smiling.

"I hate you!" said Nancy, eyes burning.

"I can't blame you. Maybe you'll thank me later -- maybe even
before we're dead and witnessing the same sex scenes."

Nancy gave a huge sigh.

They dressed silently and rejoined the others.

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"Oh, wait, what's this... Another one?" said George.

Molly said, "And you're there John?"

"Yeah."

"So if that last one was Jenny, this must be ... Zach?"

"Jenny was most definitely not having a good time, but Zach is...
this is a younger woman, feel that vagina?"

They were aware of conversation from the party of the bride,
after which one summarized the discussion for them. "The last one
was Brian, and this is his daughter Nancy."

"What?" There were excited whispers as they thought it through.

Brian had done Zach's daughter before, and now Zach had done
Brian's daughter?

They quickly came up with the right answer. They were raping each
other's daughters in hopes of making descendants.

Zach's late wife Maria wasn't there for this one, of course, and
as for Nancy's mother, the party of the bride had gleaned from
conversations during Nancy's many sexual encounters that she was
still living, if an alcoholic long estranged from Brian and
Nancy.

John said, "You know, I lose track of why rape is so bad, at
least in a case like this. Grandchildren seem so much more
important." There was a lot of support for that view, with
reservations, though Phyllis firmly stated her disapproval.

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There were three bedrooms. The men took turns sleeping in the
living room, partly to discourage any plans the girls might make
to escape.

There were no computers, no cell phones, no land line, and no
internet. The TV was satellite dish. Signals came into the house,
but none left. Once on TV they saw a reference to the
disappearance of Jennifer, who was after all a respected surgeon,
noting that her father was also missing.

The men always took turns going out, so one was with the young
women at all times. They bought food and some minimum of
clothing. Both women had arrived with nothing but what they were
wearing. The men were willing to get them changes of underwear
and ordinary stuff. The women didn't suggest fancy or sexy
clothes. Brian suggested buying them sexy underwear, but Zach
vetoed that idea, saying Jen in particular would take that as a
special insult. They bought menstrual supplies. The whole point
of this endeavor was to put at bay for many months the need for
such supplies, but they couldn't expect immediate success.

As they grew accustomed to their fate, the women gave shopping
lists, so instead of frozen dinners they could make things with
fresh ingredients. Given general guidelines from the women, the
men bought reading material -- mostly magazines for Nancy, books
for Jen.

One day as Zach came silently into the living room he saw Nancy
inspecting a spot on her arm, gently rubbing it. When she saw him
she quick looked away. Curious, he came over to look for himself.
An implanted contraceptive!

Brian was angrier than Zach. But Jen convinced them that Nancy
wasn't obliged to reveal something that got in the way of their
despicable plan, and Zach reluctantly backed her up. So, Jen
said, since they lacked the equipment to remove it, they'd just
have to give up on Nancy?

No way. Whatever the correct procedure for removal might be,
there was something under the skin and surely they could remove
it. Jen insisted it was dangerous and listed all the
complications that could occur. But the men would not be moved.
There was a risk of complications, but there was a certainty of
no descendants if they did nothing.

When Zach got as far as sterilizing their sharp paring knife with
the gas stove flame and began cutting Nancy's arm, Jen stopped
them and relented. She gave them a list of a few things to buy.
They were unwilling to drive the extra hundred miles to a medical
supply store, so she limited herself to things they could buy at
the local pharmacy. And the next day the surgeon removed Nancy's
hormonal contraceptive, while the men looked on carefully to make
sure she didn't leave any behind.

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Zach was watching TV, Brian was out on errands, and Jen was
reading in her room. Nancy wandered in.

"Hi Jen."

"Hello Nancy," said Jen, glancing up briefly from her book.

"Everything OK with you?"

"Yeah, I'm going to make spaghetti sauce tonight. Thanks for
doing the laundry."

"Yeah." Nancy looked down. Jen read. "I meant more generally, how
you doing with all this?"

"I hate it. I'll never forgive my father or yours. If I do get
pregnant, I'll have an abortion. If I give birth, I'll try to
have the kid sterilized. I do have friends..."

"You wouldn't!"

"What they're doing is evil."

"Yeah, but you'd take it out on your baby?"

Jen sighed. "Maybe not. But I'm angry about it."

"Me too, yeah me too... But I remember those sayings, like 'Life
is what happens when you're making other plans'. Or 'Make the
best of whatever situation you're in.'"

"Well, I'm learning stuff. From the books. Some of the PBS
shows."

"You ever think about death?"

"Not much. Sometimes my patients die, of course."

"But you ever wonder what it's like, to die and then wake up
right there when someone is having sex?"

"Yeah, it's creepy. And every time we screw, all the deceased
ancestors are right there, looking on -- or actually feeling it.
That's one reason I went with my lesbian side. No ancestors
during lesbian sex."

"Oh, yeah." said Nancy. "Well, you know I don't go that way
myself."

"Oh!" said Jen. Then, quickly, "Oh, right. No I wasn't suggesting
anything... But babies. Babies have their good side, I guess.
Parents say it."

"So if I get pregnant and have a baby, well, I guess I'll try to
enjoy everything there is to enjoy about being a parent."

"Hmmm," said Jen. "Maybe."

"One thing that's nice about this is no decisions, you know?
Before, I'd drag myself to work, then wonder about whether I
should get another job, take a course. And I'd wonder about
whether I should keep sleeping with one guy, or maybe see what
flaws that other hot guy was hiding. Here, once we decided we
couldn't escape, well, all the decisions are so much easier.
Free. I mean, locked up, but free of decisions."

Jen looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Surgery's
really high pressure. Deciding if I want to go to the lesbian
bar... whether I want to go home with someone... Planning a
vacation to try to make it really worthwhile, since I get so
little time. And here... well, all we decide is what to have for
dinner. And even your father... well, it doesn't hurt. It's
routine. I get myself wet with my fingers while he's undressing."

"What's he like?"

"Huh?"

"In bed. I dunno. He never did anything with me, of course."

"Oh. You really want to know what your dad's like in bed?"

"Never mind, it's not important."

"No, that's OK. His cock is a bit short but a bit thick. What
girls like best."

Nancy smiled and looked down.

"He does it pretty hard and fast, and once he starts he never
changes it up. Comes in like a minute some of the time. Other
times he'll go on for 10 minutes. When I asked him about it, he
said he was having fun, and if he was going to go to prison for
rape, damned if he wasn't going to have fun while he was at it.
And I let it go. Not important."

"Do you ever, you know, like it at all?"

Jen raised her eyebrows.

"You know, just physically. Your body responding. Even if you
don't want it to."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes. A little." She stared off into
space. "But I don't like those feelings, not when it's like
this."

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Zach slid into Nancy. It felt great.

She said, "Can I... Can I be on top for a while?"

Zach stared. "Huh?"

"Could I be on top? Just for a while?"

"Why?"

"It feels better. I can usually have an orgasm that way. Or at
least I used to be able to."

"I thought you never wanted to feel good."

"Well, it's been going on and on. It's still rape, but I dunno,
they say you should make the most of whatever situation you're
in."

"Well, OK..." said Zach. "I really don't want you to be sad. If
you could be happy and still have my baby I'd love that."

"Oh," said Nancy, cold. "Well, maybe I wouldn't if it makes you
feel less guilty..." But she softened again. "But I will anyway,
because I want it. And it's being nice to my ancestors."

"OK." Zach pulled out and lay on his back.

Nancy rose above him and after some adjustment impaled herself on
his stiff cock, taking the whole thing up inside.

She lifted and sat, lifted and sat, over and over.

Zach looked up at her and lightly stroked her arms, stomach,
breasts.

"You know, you're an asshole," she said.

Zach hesitated, then said, "Yeah, I guess I am. You want to call
me names? That's OK. At least for a while."

Nancy's eyes flashed. "Asshole. Rapist. Prick. Dick wad. Dick
brain."

Zach looked up tenderly and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry. Though those
parts about the dick -- yeah they certainly do fit."

Nancy smiled briefly.

Zach reached his head up and sucked hard on Nancy's left nipple.

She closed her eyes and looked serious as she pushed herself up
and down, mashing her pussy parts against his pubic bone. She
started trembling, then gave a big gasp. Zach sucked especially
hard and she gasped again. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.

After she'd caught her breath, he cleared his throat and pushed
her over onto her back and began fucking in earnest. "Got to make
the ancestors happy. And assure myself a place among them in the
future." A minute later his male nature did its thing. Semen
spurted into Nancy, he shuddered and felt wonderful.

Despite Jen's disapproval, Nancy started sleeping with Zach at
night when he didn't have guard duty in the living room. She
liked the company, and was making the best of the situation she
was in.

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Nancy missed a period and felt changes in her breasts. Although a
surgeon, Jen had done her time on Ob/Gyn as a resident. It sure
looked like Nancy was pregnant.

Zach smiled at her. He caught the barest hint of a smile towards
him before she changed it to a glower.

"Say," said Jen. "Doesn't Nancy's baby solve the problem for both
of you? You'll both be ancestors of the baby -- Brian's the
grandfather, and you're the father, dad?"

They nodded.

"So we can break up this party and go back to life?"

"You wouldn't turn us in?" said Brian.

She hesitated. "No... Well, it's sure a deal I'd make if I could
get back to my life. And I wouldn't have a baby to deal with
either."

But Brian wanted to keep trying with Jen. Zach was afraid Nancy
might get an abortion. And he said, "Think about your mother."
Zach and Nancy's baby would not be a descendant of Jen's mother.

Nancy's belly started swelling noticeably, but Jen kept getting
her period month after month.

"You're not going to try a home birth, are you?" Jen said.

They all agreed that would be going too far.

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As soon as she was pregnant, Nancy lost interest in sex. Zach
insisted on it a few times, but decided that a fairly content bed
mate was more important than sex. He's planted his seed. The
justification for the rapes was to make babies, and with Nancy
pregnant that justification was removed.

When all was quiet, Zach could hear the bed creaking when Brian
mated with Jen. He found it arousing.

They'd been trying for many months. What if Brian was infertile,
and Jen would never get pregnant?

His mind started moving in unaccustomed directions. He didn't
want all his eggs in the one basket of Nancy's baby... Jen hated
him already... He'd committed no end of crimes already.

It was 12 days since the start of Jen's last period and his turn
to sleep in the living room. He almost felt he could smell Jen's
fertility at the dinner table.

He slipped into her bedtime tea the same drug he'd used to get
her here in the first place.

He waited an hour after everyone was asleep. He lay in bed, penis
growing. Jen was fertile, sleeping in the next room. He crept in.

"Jen, Jen..." he said. When she didn't respond, he shook her
shoulder gently, then harder. No response.

Another grandchild. He needed another. And this was for his dear
Maria.

He pulled the covers down. Jen was on her stomach. Her left leg
was straight behind her and her right knee was raised a bit,
which had lifted her nightshirt to reveal her panties.

He lowered his face to her rear end and drew a deep breath, and
blood surged into his cock. It sure smelled like fertility.

He slipped out of his own pajama bottoms and underpants, his
erection strong.

He slipped his finger inside Jen's panties and worked it into her
slit. She was wet and sticky -- another sign of fertility.

He lowered himself into position, spread her lips with the same
hand that held the panty crotch to the side, and placed his cock
tip in her wetness right at her opening. And then he shoved in
slowly. The hot stickiness was amazing. Oh, the excitement! He
worked in a little, then a little more. Jen's pelvis shifted
slightly, and Zach froze, briefly afraid the drug was failing.
There was no other sign of her awakening. He eased himself in
another inch, then slid out, in and out. This was amazing.

He'd conspired to have her raped. Now, it was doubly forbidden
because she was his daughter, triply because she was unconscious.
She was hardly in a standard position for sex, but he could get
it in plenty, and he was circumventing the panties that would
normally block his entry. The sticky texture of her fertile pussy
was terrifically exciting, making it hard to delay orgasm. That
pussy wanted to get pregnant, right now! After 20 seconds, the
pelvis twitched again, and her pussy squeezed. She was coming!
His orgasm then became inevitable. He pushed in energetically,
once, twice, three times, and then held still, blasting clots of
fatherly seed into his daughter's vagina, mind blown away with
ecstasy, as he felt rhythmic clenching in Jen's pussy. His
delivery complete, he slowly withdrew, vagina closing behind his
retreating shaft, panty cloth returning to cover the opening.

On she slept.

With a big smile, Zach returned to the living room. Such ecstasy,
hopefully another descendant. Guilt was quarantined in a small
part of his mind.

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"Oh, oh wow!" said John.

"Oh, indeed!" said Molly.

"Goodness, it is hard to believe this is Hell," said Phyllis.

They simultaneously occupied both penis and vagina.

Their descendant Jen was at peak fertility, all her anger and
resistance anesthetized by the sleeping pill. Her womanly body
accepted the penis and rapidly moved towards involuntary orgasm.

Their descendant Zach was enormously excited, his hard shaft
pushing into Jen's pussy, not deep and not fast, but firmly.
Ecstasy built in both descendants. And both began massive orgasms
at the same time. As it happened, contracting pussy was in
perfect sync with twitching, spurting cock.

All of Zach's ancestors basked in the delight of simultaneous
massive orgasms, feeling cock and pussy in perfect harmony as the
one spurted into the other.

"That's the nicest orgasm Jen's ever had! Who is that man?" asked
Maria.

Susan said, "Zach, your husband. And if that doesn't make Jen
pregnant I don't know what will."

"Oh! My husband? ... Mating with his own daughter? ... Genetic
defects? Terrible, terrible, but... A descendant... Oh, thank you
Zach, you wonderful man!"

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So Jen was pregnant, but 6 months behind Nancy. Nancy needed a
hospital to give birth in, but if they released both women Zach
and Brian were afraid Jen would get an abortion. So at 8 months
and 2 weeks gestation, they gave Nancy $1,000 and left her in a
medium-sized city with a hospital that Jen knew to be
respectable. The other three did not return to that farm, but
instead holed up in a much smaller abandoned place, waiting. It
was summer, so a shack was good enough.

And three months later, when Jen was six months along, they
dropped her off near her home.

The men didn't even like each other and immediately went their
separate ways.

Jen let her hospital know of her return after 14 months away. She
didn't jump at the chance to expose her father, but to salvage
her medical reputation, she ultimately had to tell the truth --
she had been kidnapped, instead of deserting her post. The funny
thing was, it was not an international news story, just a minor
story in the regional news. Why? This same sort of thing was
happening a lot.

Zach wandered for a while, but a life on the run just did not
suit him. He turned himself in. Jen had told her story but
refused to identify Brian and Nancy. Zach was offered 3 years if
he would lead them to Brian, but he refused. He got 20 years and
would die in prison.

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Nancy wrote to Zach, naturally with no return address. Their
4-year-old daughter was healthy and a delight. She didn't forgive
him, but recognized that some good had come out of bad. Although
single motherhood had been hard at first, she was now happier
than she'd ever been.

Zach hadn't had any visitors in years. His letters to his
daughter went unanswered. But then one day nine years after he'd
dropped her off, he got a letter from her. She was very eloquent
in telling him just how miserable of a human being he was and how
much she hated him. But she was writing to suggest a visit. Her
8-year-old son Paul wanted to meet his father. His paternity had
been discovered shortly after birth, based on genetic tests.
Luckily Paul's only genetic defects were minor.

Jen loved her son more than she hated her father -- abductor and
incestuous rapist. And so she appeared with her son and visited
through the Plexiglas and remained calm and cordial. The boy
looked an awful lot like Zach.

Paul had met his father. And Zach could smile. He had two
grandchildren (one also his child). He'd met one of them. And the
chances were that one or both would have sex. And the odds were
decent that one or the other or both would continue the line.

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After she died, many years later, Jen joined Zach and Maria when
Paul had sex. The three of them also looked forward to the day
when Paul's five children would begin to have sex. It was the
35th time Jen had felt Paul do it. He had taken up with a much
younger woman after his divorce, and now here he was plunging in
and out of a hot, slick, satiny vagina while the young woman had
orgasm after orgasm. Male torso lay above female, clutching it.
Female legs spread wide, male spread over them. Male pubic bush
plastered against female and then separated, over and over. Male
shaft plunged in and out, tugging on tissues that in turn teased
a clitoris, this action the cause of the repeated female orgasms.
Paul's shaft stiffened even more and thrust wildly in and out of
the erotic embrace of deep vaginal tissue, and then finally
ecstasy was upon him, the cock twitching and spurting, Paul's
brain afire with pure pleasure and lust fulfilled. The ancestors
felt it too. They weren't sure whether the girl was using
contraception or not, though they kind of hoped she wasn't.

As Paul's stiff shaft slowly withdrew from his girl, Jen said,
"OK, Dad, I forgive you."


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