Death by Fucking    © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin


Chapter 10          The Next Generation

Dee Dee’s Story

     Donnie spent the night with Andrew.  I knew she would;
I even set it up.  I was interested to see my own reaction.
     Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as
I love myself.  But can we really share the same man?  And
what about Andrew?  Is it too much to ask a man to love two
women equally?
     If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man.  His passion is
boundless as the sea, his love as deep.  He is a youthful
romantic Romeo.  He is the only lover, the only man Donnie
and I will ever need.
     I love him to my soul, I want him to myself, and yet I
feel no jealousy about Donnie – at least not much.  A little
sibling rivalry between us girls will only spice up our love
lives.  We’ll be vying to prove our love to our man, and we
will all reap the benefits.
     Donnie and I already discussed that aspect of things.
We discuss everything.  This is the most important time of
our lives.  We’ve got to keep open the lines of
communication.
     We won’t fool him.  We won’t seduce him with false
promises or lies.  We will do it in the name of love.  We
will seduce him every night.  Every day will be foreplay.
He won’t tire of us.  He’s already told us that, but he
doesn’t know the half of it.
     We will make his life endlessly diverse.  He won’t tire
of us because we won’t let him.  We know what he needs and
we will give it to him.  He needs us now.  He’ll need us
forever.
     But now we’ve got to face the real question.  Is he one
of us?  Is there an ‘us’?  Donnie is sure of it, but I’ve
always been a bit skeptical.  She wants to talk to him about
it but I’m not so sure.
     He might think this is a bit odd, even for us.  And he
did say several times last night that we were ‘too weird’.
He backed off.  I could tell he was afraid he had hurt our
feelings when he said that.  We are weird, but too weird?  I
don’t think so.  And Andrew likes us weird.
     He is used to his little Playboy bunnies, with their
big breasts and small brains; with their desire to be with
the handsome young executive of AWC.  And they bore him, I
can tell.  On Tuesday I watched a sexy little mindless thing
practically throw herself at him and he barely acknowledged
her existence.
     He has a brain, does our Andrew.  He’s much smarter
than he lets on.  He thinks that Donnie and I are his
intellectual superiors, but that is his insecurities
speaking.  He’s the smartest man I know.  And the most
compassionate.  And the most passionate.
     Andrew Adkins – an odd mixture of passion and
compassion – a man among boys in this world where boys
predominate. But that is what we are about.  When we
succeed, the world will be peopled by men.
     Donnie and Andrew came back to the hotel room at 10:00
on Saturday morning.  Donnie looked wonderful.  She had what
only can be described as a ‘well fucked’ look.  I know that
look, though I had only seen it twice before in my life.  I
saw it in the mirror on Thursday and Friday morning.  There
is a major difference between being ‘just fucked’ and being
‘well fucked.  We were ‘well fucked’.
     My goodness, before this week I rarely even thought the
word ‘fuck’, and here I am thinking and saying it over and
over.  Andrew has me constantly thinking of sex.
     
     When they came in, I tried looking stern.  “Donnie,
where have you been?  You were supposed to be in bed by
midnight!”
     
     She looked at me smugly.  “Don’t worry, Dee Dee, I was
in bed before eleven.”
     
     Andrew looked a little uncomfortable so I tried to put
him at ease.  I said, “Andrew, honey, I hope you enjoyed
last night.”  I took his face in my hands and kissed him.
Okay, I’ll admit it; I put everything I had into that kiss.
If he didn’t feel it down to his toes then he’s a dead man.
Yes, this sibling rivalry thing could have very positive
results.
     
     After his breathing returned to normal he nervously
said, “Uh, yes, it was fine.”
     
     I smiled sweetly to try to ease his discomfort.
“Andrew I know this is all new to you.  It’s new to us, too.
But don’t worry about us.  We know you are a sweet loving
man.  We can handle this rather unique relationship and we
think you can too, don’t we Donnie?”
     
     I was standing on Andrew’s right.  Donnie assumed the
same position on Andrew’s left.  We each put an arm around
his waist, our hands meeting at the center of his back.
     
     “Dee Dee and I don’t want you to be embarrassed in
front of one of us, just because you’ve made love with the
other.  We’ve discussed this very possibility long before we
met you.  We had decided to accept a single man for the two
of us if we ever found one who might be able to fill that
role.  How in the world could we ever hope to find two men
like you?  You’re it, Andrew, if you want the job.  Don’t
ever be embarrassed or ashamed.  Don’t ever worry about
jealousy between us; rivalry maybe, but jealousy never.”
     
     Donnie is good at that.  She talks logically then
finishes with flattery.  The fact that her face had a look
of adoration on it and her right hand was stroking his cheek
couldn’t hurt either.
     
     He still looked a little uncomfortable.  “What do you
mean rivalry?”
     
     I took that one.  “Why Andrew, haven’t you ever thought
of being the object of two women’s affection?  Donnie
doesn’t mind that you will soon be with me.  But I bet last
night she put just a little more into it so you wouldn’t
forget what it was like to be with her.”
     
     Donnie looked smug again.  “I put a little more into it
this morning, too.”
     
     I had to laugh.  “You are a slut!  No wonder Andrew
loves you.  Andrew, this situation will take some getting
used to by all of us.  But don’t worry about jealousy,
please.  I could never share you with another woman.  But
Donnie isn’t just another woman.  And she feels the same
way.”
     
     She took the cue.  “Tomorrow night I’ll be flying back
to Indianapolis.  I know that Dee Dee will be with you.  I’m
glad she will.  We’re both so glad you came into our lives.
Please be glad with us.”
     
     “Glad? I’m ecstatic.  You are the sexiest, weirdest,
most interesting women I’ve ever met.  That fact that you
are also beautiful beyond the realm of avarice is too good
to be true.  I’m still trying to figure out what you see in
me.”
     “But if I’m to be a part of this, I’ve got to know
everything.  I’ve got to be a full partner, girls.  That’s
the way I am.  I explained that all to Dee Dee several days
ago.  It can’t be any other way.”
     
     Donnie said “Oh, now we are girls, again, are we?  Well
that’s progress anyway.  Andrew, honey, please keep telling
us how beautiful we are.  We girls haven’t heard that nearly
enough in our lives, and we have a lot of catching up to do.
I promise you, we’ll make it worth your while.”
     
     “Donnie will you stop fishing for compliments?  Andrew,
you just say what you want whenever you want.  Donnie is a
shameless hussy and always has been.  I’m the one who
maintains our respectability.”
     
     Donnie was squeezing Andrew tighter, but she still had
to respond to my little taunt.  “Me the shameless hussy?
You bitch!  I remember just the other day when some 35 year
old tramp propositioned a perfectly innocent young boy.
Well perhaps he’s not so innocent anymore.  But you had the
most to do with that.”
     
     Andrew was catching on to our banter and no longer
seemed ill at ease.  Good; that’s what we wanted.  “Girls,
please!  I know a place where they have female mud
wrestling.  I’m sure they would welcome a death match
between two Joanne Woodward clones.  Want me to set it up?”
     
     Donnie said, “Very funny, Andrew.  We haven’t gotten
physical with each other since we were 15.  That was when
she went out with my boyfriend and let him feel her up.  I
hadn’t even let him do that.  Imagine my surprise when he
tried to do it to me and I stopped him!  He was mad at me,
and I was mad at her.  When I went home I wanted to rip her
hair out.”
     
     “Donnie, are you still obsessing about that.  It was
just a little joke.  I thought it was funny.  I let a boy
feel me up and it didn’t harm my reputation a bit.”
     
     Donnie said, “Your reputation?  What about my
reputation?  I never let you take my place with that boy
again because I was afraid you would go all the way with him
and make me look like the school slut.”
     
     Andrew said, “Boy, being with twins is going to be
interesting.  Tell me; was your original plan to slip Donnie
in on me while thinking it was Dee Dee?  I mean, I know that
is essentially what actually happened, but that was strictly
a mistake.  But were you thinking of going that route?”
     
     We looked at each other a little guiltily and I could
see Andrew picked up on it.  “It’s okay, you know.  I can
deal with it.  It wouldn’t work with me anyway.  I can tell
you apart in the dark.  And Dee Dee, Donnie is far more
vocal in bed than you are.”
     
     I looked at her with my mouth open.  “You are a slut!”
     
     Andrew said, “Before you two get started again, let’s
go down to the arcade and have some breakfast.  I don’t know
about you, but all this activity has left me starving.  And
we need to talk about something other than sex or we’ll
never get out of here.”
     
     Donnie looked serious for a change and said “Dee Dee,
it’s time we talked about… You know.”
     
     Andrew picked up on that one.  “Are you referring to
that ‘one of us’ comment you made last night when I, uh, how
do I put this delicately, asked you under rather unusual
conditions?”
     
     I gasped.  “Andrew, you didn’t!  You tortured my
sister? With your tongue?”
     
     He laughed.  “No, I didn’t. But I could have.  Torture
her, that is.  I did other things with my tongue, but not
that.  I’m just too sweet a guy for my own good.  But just
remember, if you try to hold things back from me, I have
ways of making you talk.”
     
     I looked at Donnie.  “So now you know what it’s like.
What do you think?”
     
     She blushed.  “Oh my God!  Dee Dee, do you think we can
talk about this another time?”
     
     I said, “Oh, yes.  I think we are going to have to.
Let’s go eat and find out if Andrew is one of us.”
     
     Andrew said, “Just who is ‘us’?”
     
     Donnie said, “Why, the next generation, of course.
Let’s go.”
     
Andrew’s Story
     
     ‘The next generation’; what the heck is that supposed
to mean?  These girls play their little word games, wanting
to see how I respond.  They bait me just for the fun of it.
I’ll play.  I don’t mind playing their games.  But something
tells me this is more than a game.  ‘The next generation’:
I guess I’m supposed to infer something from that, but all I
can think of is Star Trek.
     We went down to the restaurant and I ordered lunch.  If
I have my druthers, I druther have lunch than breakfast.
The girls both ordered mushroom omelets.  I guess they eat
eggs, too, vegetarian or not. Following Julia Child’s edict
that champagne is always in order, I ordered a bottle of
Mum’s.
     Hey, it worked last night.  Maybe I’ll get lucky again.
I’ve gotten laid at least eight times in the last 3 ˝ days
and it hasn’t done a thing to take the edge of my horniness.
Oh, yeah, I got a blow job too.  Is this a great life or
what?
     We were seated away from any other customers.  The
girls insisted on that when the waiter seated us.  They
wanted a private discussion.
     
     I said “Girls if you wanted to avoid drawing attention
to yourselves, you each should have worn a sack.”
     
     They both smiled that eye-lighting smile of theirs.
But Dee Dee said, “Andrew why don’t you tell us a little
about your childhood.  How did school go for you?”
     
     “Dee Dee, I thought I was the one who was going to do
the asking and you were the ones who were going to do the
answering.”
     
     “Patience, Andrew!  I think we can answer most of your
questions by letting you answer them for yourself.  Now you
were going to tell us about your childhood.”
     
     “I was?”

     “You were.  Tell us about school when you were a
child.”
     
     Damn, why did this subject have to come up?  It’s
obvious enough to everyone that I’m over my head here
intellectually.  But now they want to prove it.  Oh well.
     
     “School sucked.  When I was in first grade my teacher
thought I was an idiot.  She wanted me to be held back at
the end of the year and she wanted me to be put in the class
for mentally disabled kids.  Is that what you wanted to
hear?”
     
     Donnie asked “What did your parents think about your
intelligence before you went to school?”
     
     “What do you think?  They were parents.  They thought I
was a shining star, the brightest most original child they
ever knew.  Just like every other parent.”
     
     Dee Dee said “Did they go along with your first grade
teacher’s recommendation?”
     
     “Hell no.  They went ballistic.  They insisted that I
be tested.  They wanted to prove that that Nazi didn’t know
what she was talking about.”
     
     “Nazi?  Oh, you mean your teacher.  Why do you say she
was a Nazi?”  Dee Dee was doing the talking now.
     
     “Everyone had to toe the line in that class.  Get in
line, don’t fidget, follow instructions to the letter, don’t
question her authority, don’t question her logic, don’t
question her answers, don’t question.  I’m sorry, but I did
question.  She couldn’t stand me.”
     
     Dee Dee said, “And did the school district test you?”
     
     “Oh, yeah.  I took some IQ test thing.  What do I know,
I was six?  I had at least a small moment of triumph.
Madame Hitler was there in a meeting with my parents and the
school psychologist when he told us the results.  My scores
were in the top ten percentile; for eleventh graders.”
     
     Donnie and Dee Dee exchanged a look.  Dee Dee asked
“What did the school district do with you?”
     
     “They went right ahead and placed me in a class for the
mentally disabled for the next term.  The psychologist said
the scores didn’t mean anything and I was probably some kind
of idiot savant.”
     
     “Did your parents go along with that decision?”
     
     “Yes, for as long as it took for them to drag my ass
out of the meeting and out of the school.  I didn’t even
finish first grade at that school.  They found a private
school with very small classes and no preconceptions of what
intelligence was supposed to look like.  It just about put
them under financially.  You’ve got to understand, my family
was anything but rich.”
     
     Donnie asked “How did you get along with other kids
growing up?”
     
     “Hey what is this?  Are you trying to determine if my
genes are right for your children or something?  I’ll tell
you right now, my genes suck.  My family is poor, my brother
and sister are mediocre, my Mom is wonderful but not that
bright.  Is that what you wanted to know?”
     
     Dee Dee smiled gently at me.  “My, my Andrew; it seems
we hit on a tender spot.  Is this why you are so
unreasonably self-critical?  This is all need-to-know
information, I promise you.  Everything you’ve said has done
nothing to change our opinion of you. Rather, it’s confirmed
what we already believed.”
     
     “Okay.  You already knew I wasn’t as smart as you two
and you just wanted confirmation of the fact.  Well I could
have told you that without all of this third degree.”
     
     Donnie reached over and lightly slapped me across the
side of my head.  “Will you relax?  You wanted to know about
the next generation didn’t you?  Be patient and you will
understand where this is leading.  We know you are
brilliant.  Nothing you say about your childhood could
change that.  Now you were telling us how you got along with
the other kids.”
     
     I gave in, since they were being so nice to me.  “Okay,
I’ll talk.  Other kids hated me, if you must know.  I was a
nerd.  I talked too much.  I couldn’t sit still.  I didn’t
pay attention.  I was the class geek.  I was the kid
everyone picked on, until I started to grow and gain some
muscle.  When some bully started pulling that crap on me in
fifth grade I kicked the shit out of him.  After that they
avoided me.  It was better than being picked on.”
     
     Dee Dee asked “How about high school?  Did you date,
did you have friends?”
     
     “High school was a little better, I guess.  I still
felt like a geek.  The other kids had interests that just
didn’t appeal to me.  I played in the band, which is a
typical geek-like thing to do.  But I had tennis by then.”
     “I was pretty much an outcast up until the end of my
junior year, but then I won states.  It was only Division 2,
but I was the first state champion in any sport that my
school had had in twenty years.  That made me a celebrity,
even though I was a geek.”
     “So when I was a senior I could have been in with the
in-crowd if I wanted to be.  I just didn’t want to be.
Girls came up to me and asked me for dates and shit.  That
was weird.  I wasn’t sure what to do with a girl.”
     
     Donnie asked “What about college?”
     
     “Yeah college was much better.  I fit in with most
people.  I had plenty of dates.  I felt comfortable around
the girls.  I did pretty well with my tennis, but they had
plenty of great athletes on campus, so that wasn’t the thing
that made me acceptable.  I just fit in better.  I don’t
know why.”
     
     Dee Dee said “Well, Andrew, let’s see if we can look at
your childhood and make some extrapolations.  Tell us about
mammals and child rearing.”
     
     Now what the hell was this about?  Talk about coming
from left field.  “So you’re done with the questions about
my childhood huh?  Now we’re going to have a biology quiz.
You girls are weird.  But I can play.”
     “Let’s see.  Mammals and child rearing:  mammals are
essentially the only family of animals that give birth to
live young.  Of course there are exceptions to every rule.
Mammal mothers generally rear the children.  The length of
the mother-child relationship is generally linked to the
amount of learned behavior the child has to be taught: the
more instinctive behavior, the shorter the childhood; the
more learned behavior, the longer the childhood. I don’t
know; what else are you driving at?”
     
     Donnie said, “Talk about childhood in humans.”
     
     “Well I would assume that childhood in early man
approximated the time it took to enter puberty.  I don’t
have a clue how long childhood was for Homo habilis.
Assuming it followed other mammalian patterns, perhaps they
entered puberty a few years earlier than we do.  Certainly
the life expectancy of habilis was quite a bit shorter than
modern man’s.”
     “As man evolved he had to have a longer childhood.  He
had more to learn.  The body of Homo sapiens obviously
matures before the mind does, I guess. Children enter
puberty between say 11 and 14, but are still considered
children until they are quite a bit older, based upon the
society.”
     “Let’s say in modern humans adulthood is reached by 18.
Wait a minute!  If we are looking just at the species as a
whole, rather than looking at the mores of a particular
society, maybe you should say that adulthood is reached
shortly after puberty, say 13 to 15.  Females can definitely
give birth not long after they have entered puberty, so from
some points of view that would make them adults.  What is
this all about ladies?”
     
     Dee Dee said, “Well.  Not bad for ‘shooting from the
hip’, if you know what I mean.  Let’s make the final
connection, Andrew.  How would you evaluate the length of
your childhood?”
     
     Shit I can put two and two together and make it come
out five.  “You’re trying to make me say that the problems I
had growing up were related to the relative position of my
maturity to other kids’ maturity at the same age?  You are
saying that my childhood was longer than other kids’ and
therefore I was less mature? You’re saying that I didn’t
leave childhood until I got to college, say 19 or 20 years
old.  Is that what you are saying?”
     
     The girls seemed satisfied with my little dissertation,
but where was this going?  Were they going to try to make me
draw some kind of conclusion from all of this?
     
     Donnie said “Okay, Andrew, what is the logical result
of that little logical exercise you went through?”
     
     “Oh, no, Donnie!  I’m not going there.  I can see where
you are trying to lead me, but you’ve got to do better than
that.  Why don’t you tell me where you are coming from?”
     
     Dee Dee said “Andrew, just one more thing, I promise.
Explain speciation.”
     
     “Oh, boy, here we go again.  Speciation happens when
one species evolves into another species.  There have been
lots of explanations as to how it might occur.  Generally
speciation can occur when a small sub-population of a
species is in some way isolated from the main body and goes
its own genetic way.  There might be a river between the sub-
group and the main group, something like that.  But if for
some reason whatever barrier existed is broken down or lost,
then the sub-group can easily be reabsorbed into the main
group as long as the speciation process isn’t complete.
From what I gather, speciation occurs only under very
specific circumstances, but it happens all the time.  Sounds
contradictory and maybe I don’t know what I am talking
about.”
     
     Donnie asked “What about speciation in humans?”
     
     “From what I read, many people are talking about the
end of natural evolution for humans.  We cover the planet.
We have transportation that is so good that a person can be
in New York today and in Bangkok tomorrow.  There is no
place for speciation to occur because there are no isolated
populations anymore.  Evolution in the future will be caused
by scientists doing genetic alterations.”
     
     Donnie laughed.  “You do know something about
everything, don’t you?”
     
     Dee Dee said, “You like scenarios, don’t you?  Think
about this scenario.  One hundred and fifty thousand years
ago a new species was born.  The species was descended from
a long line of animals called hominids, the most intelligent
of animals ever to be on earth, probably.  But the new
species had something previous hominids did not: the
inherent ability to use symbolic logic.  Eventually language
was developed to use that ability and suddenly the species
was no longer just an animal.  The species became man – Homo
sapiens. “
     “Answer me this.  For the next one hundred and forty
thousand years man expanded across the face of the earth.
Man improved his tool set, developed art, created quite a
few other admirable things.  But man remained a hunter-
gatherer, just as previous hominids had been.  But suddenly
everything changed.  Why?”
     “In the last ten thousand years, man, starting with
nothing, has taken over the earth.  Man has discovered
agriculture, discovered science, created government, and
walked on the moon.  The real advances, the major steps that
have been made have really come within the last six hundred
years.  It could be said that most progress has been made in
the last two hundred years.  Two hundred years out of
150,000 years; that’s extraordinary.  What caused things to
change?”
     
     I got the picture.  I think I got where she was going
with this.  “You’re going to tell me that man himself has
changed.  You’re going to say that we are not the homo
sapiens of 150,000 years ago, right?”
     
     Donnie picked up the narrative.  “You are close,
Andrew.  It’s not all of mankind.  But Homo sapiens has been
attempting to speciate, evolve into a new species.  Time and
again a different type of man has been born, one who could
go beyond the simple talents of Homo sapiens.  It is those
misfits who have been the motivating forces for change.
Plato, Aristotle, Jesus, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas
Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, Eleanor Roosevelt, William
Shakespeare, Voltaire, Einstein, Edison: who were these men
and women?”
     
     I shook my head.  “Wait a minute, you’re telling me
that these people were all ‘the next generation’ of man?
That’s a little far fetched.”
     
     Dee Dee said, “No, that isn’t exactly what we are
saying.  These were indications of mankind’s attempts to get
to the next level.  They were the prototypes of what was to
come.  But they were too few to create a movement.  Their
greatness allowed them to impact the flow of history.  But
they were like an upsurge in the body of man that fell back
again into the whole, re-assimilated into the species, not
unlike your sub-species scenario that merged back into the
main group.”
     
     “So where do you come in?” I asked.
     
     Donnie replied “We are the first of the effort to
finalize the speciation effort.  We and others like us are
trying to breed our way to the next species.  We’ve made
great progress in not a long time.  We are still Homo
sapiens, but we are an almost separate sub-species.”
     
     “What is that supposed to mean?  How can you know
that?”  This had gone from being a little unbelievable to a
lot unbelievable.
     
     “Andrew, do you remember when we first decided to
‘relieve your tension’?  I told you not to worry about birth
control, didn’t I?”
     
     “Sure, Dee Dee; I was wondering about that.  Are you on
the pill or something?”
     
     Dee Dee said “No, Andrew.  It is very difficult for us
to conceive with a normal homo sapien.  Our Mother was with
my father for many years before she was able to conceive
us.”
     “To be a member of the same species two individuals
must be able to mate successfully and have their offspring
successfully mate as well.  We are close to being unable to
successfully mate with any normal homo sapiens.  I was sure
there would be no chance for me to conceive with you in only
one night.”
     
     Donnie gave a little gasp.  “But Dee Dee, what if he is
one of us?  Will conception remain difficult?  Could we
already be pregnant?”
     
     Dee Dee stood up in a panic.  “Andrew pay the bill!
We’ve got to get to a drug store now!”