Death by Fucking    © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin


Chapter 12          The Breeders

Dee Dee’s Story
     We slept for hours on Saturday afternoon.  We had all
dozed off after making love for the first time knowing we
could get pregnant.  It never occurred to me that the act of
sex can be so intensified by that knowledge.  I don’t know
when I’ve wanted to make love so much before.
     Well, Wednesday evening, the first time Andrew and I
were together was incredibly intense.  Actually, Thursday
was pretty intense, too.  I’m starting to sound like a
broken record.  Every time I’ve made love with Andrew was
more intense than any experience I’d had before.  But this
was different somehow.
     When I woke, I looked over to Donnie’s bed, where
Andrew had collapsed after servicing both of us sisters more
than adequately.  I was surprised to see my sister looking
back at me.  Andrew was still asleep.  I don’t blame the
poor boy.
     Donnie slowly extricated herself from Andrew’s arms
without waking him.  She slid out of her bed and into mine.
We pulled the covers above our heads and powwowed like we
did when we were children.
     
     “Dee Dee that was the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my
life!  My God, I climaxed as soon as Andrew touched me, I
was so excited.”
     
     “I know! I know!  Just the thought that he might be
impregnating me gave me the shivers.  Did he perform as well
for you as he did for me?  I thought he was going to kill
me!”
     
     “He is such a hunk, Dee Dee! How did we get so lucky?
I thought we would never find a man to be with, and somehow
we’ve found the perfect man.  I realized while he was doing
me that I have to leave tomorrow.  Sis, it’s going to be so
hard to leave him!”
     
     “I know the feeling, Donnie.  FYI, our project is going
so well, we will probably be finished by next Friday.  I’ll
be going home.  I haven’t spent one moment worrying about it
before.  But now I see I am going to be devastated.  I feel
like I could cry right now.”
     
     “I guess now we will learn how he really feels about
us.  We are leaving him, we might be pregnant.  Will he be
as upset as we are, or will he consider himself well rid of
us?”
     
     “Donnie, you know perfectly well that Andrew is
committed to us!  Don’t even go there.  That boy will never
leave us until we force him away.  He is ours forever.
Never doubt him.  We belong to each other.  We may as well
be married.”
     
     “Married?  Dee Dee, one of us is going to have to marry
him!  It’s obviously going to be you, sweetie.  That’s going
to be hard for me, I’ll be honest.  But after Andrew and I
made love today, the thought occurred to me that we are
already married in the heart.  That’s what really matters.”
     
     I pulled the covers from over our heads and we peaked
out at him.  He was still asleep, lying on his back, looking
so inviting.
     
     I said quietly “Doesn’t he look sweet lying there?  Who
would believe that handsome young boy is such a man in bed?
We really put the pressure on him today, you know.  We asked
him to do both of us.  A lot of men would have wilted under
that.”
     
     Donnie’s eyes lit up.  “Speaking of wilted, look at his
penis!  It’s hard!  The boy is insatiable, thank God.  Dee
Dee, when Andrew did me, you know, orally, I couldn’t
believe it.  He was amazing!  I would really like to return
the favor.”
     
     I had a disgustingly sinful thought.  “We could both do
him, had you thought of that?  Wouldn’t that be an
interesting way for him to wake up?  It could be our little
gift to him for taking care of both of us this morning.”
     
     “Dee Dee, I thought you told him that we were firm
about no group sex.  We are supposed to be two separate
couples in bed.”
     
     “I know, I know.  But we wouldn’t be doing anything to
each other.  Ever.”
     
     “Good.  In that case, this should be fun.”
     
     And it was.  We snuck quietly to his bed and crawled in
on either side of him.  He was still asleep (he must be a
very sound sleeper).  I softly took hold of his penis with
two fingers and lifted it off of his stomach.  It was
already hard, and it is long enough that there was room for
both of our mouths to work.  Donnie took the head into his
mouth, while I started to lick his shaft.  I worked my way
down and began to suck on his balls, while Donnie just took
more and more of him down her throat.
     For a first time fellatiatrix (if that is a word),
Donnie was doing a bang up job.  Andrew’s hips started to
push upwards, forcing his shaft into Donnie’s mouth.  I
fondled the base of his shaft while continuing to lick his
balls.
     
     Suddenly Andrew’s eyes flew open.  “What the….  What
are you doing?  Oh, DAMN! GOD! Donnie.  DONNIE, Stop.  I’m
going to come!”
     
     Maybe Donnie didn’t hear him or she just didn’t care,
because she seemed to speed her efforts. Sucking sounds were
coming from her mouth.  Her eyes were locked with Andrew’s
eyes.  Andrew groaned, his hips left that bed, and he
obviously began pumping his sperm into Donnie’s mouth.
     She was sucking and swallowing, having a ball.  I was a
tad jealous.  Oh, well, I have at least a week to practice
with Andrew all by myself.  No reason to hog all the fun.
     
     Donnie finally pulled off of Andrew’s softening
erection and smiled up to him and asked “Are we having fun
yet?”
     
     Andrew shook his head.  “Either I’m awake or I’m
definitely having a major league wet dream.  Damn!  Aren’t
you the girls who haven’t had sex for four years?  Are you
trying make up for lost time?”
     
     I’m sure my smile appeared just a bit smug.  “No
Andrew.  You looked delicious lying there all by yourself.
I hope you don’t mind if we took some liberties.  Besides,
we need to talk and we didn’t want that over-active libido
of yours distracting us.”
     
     He just shook his head in astonishment.  “It won’t be
distracting anyone for a while, I’m afraid.”
     
     Donnie said “Good.  Let’s talk.”
     
     
Andrew’s Story
     Wow!  This is becoming addictive.  I have never, EVER,
dreamed of having two girls go down on me at the same time.
It’s not the kind of thing that a normally sane guy has for
a fantasy.  I mean if you are thinking along those lines you
are totally nuts.  Not to mention, you are totally selfish.
Two mouths on one dick; beautiful identical twins with blue-
green eyes and blonde hair, soft skin, warm mouths, pouring
all of their attentions onto my poor benighted dick?  How
are you supposed to reciprocate for that?
     Well the girls weren’t looking for reciprocity,
apparently.  After that blow job I was afraid I was going to
be out of action for a while.  Hope they weren’t expecting
anything else from me along those lines, because they ain’t
gonna get it.  Then again, there they are, naked, beautiful,
sexy, soft.  They are a walking invitation to a riot.
     
     Donnie had said ‘let’s talk’ so I started things off.
I actually do think during the times I’m not acting as a
stud service.
     
     “Well we have to talk about two different areas:
business and personal.  I think we should address the
personal first, don’t you?”
     
     Deirdre agreed.  “If we can’t come to a meeting of the
minds on a personal basis, then the business part won’t mean
much, will it?”
     
     So I said, “You girls seem to think you might be
pregnant.  If one of you is, are you prepared to do the
right thing?”
     
     Donnie asked “What’s the right thing?”
     
     I said “Marry me, of course!”
     
     I suddenly had a beautiful naked woman in each arm,
crying on my shoulder.  I know this is physically
impossible, but my dick was on the rise again.  I’m a sucker
for a crying woman.  I’ve learned over the last few days
that there is only one good way to comfort a crying woman.
I only wish I had two dicks.
     
     Donnie said “You want to marry us?”
     
     “If you will have me.  I want to do everything legally
possible to bind us together forever.  I want to be with
both of you, but we should have at least one marriage, don’t
you think?”
     
     Donnie seemed to be the one doing the talking for the
twins.  “We think you should marry Dee Dee.  You found each
other first.  She was your first love.  That’s the right
thing.”  I could tell she was maintaining a stiff upper lip.
     
     I took her in my arms and held her, comforting her for
her bravery.  I told her “Whoever’s name is on the marriage
certificate, I’m marrying both of you equally.  I’ll love
you forever.”
     
     She was crying again.  I had been sitting on the bed,
and was pointed straight up in the air, so to speak.  Even
as she was crying, Donnie stood up, climbed onto my lap and
lowered herself onto my erection.
     I sat still as she raised and lowered herself, crying
and grinding, hugging and kissing.  Suddenly her grip around
my neck (and my dick) tightened and she held her body very
still except for the grinding motion of her hips.  She
issued a long loud moan and then grew still.
     
     Her eyes opened as she realized what she had done.  She
looked at Deirdre shyly and said, “Sorry Dee Dee, crying
makes me so horny.”
     
     Dee Dee looked exasperated.  She shook her head and
said “You are such a slut!”
     
     I was thinking “but what about my dick?”  But I’m not
that much of a pig.  Close but not that much.  I held my
tongue, knowing that I should be grateful for whatever small
attentions were thrown in my direction.
     
     I said, “As I was saying before I was so rudely
interrupted, do you girls agree that we should have some
sort of a legal document binding us together?”
     
     Dee Dee said “If you say so, Andrew.”
     
     I laughed. “Don’t pretend I’m not the junior member of
this triumvirate.  ‘If I say so’?  Please just tell me what
you want.  I’ll do it.”
     
     Donnie said, “The real problem is that you live in
Cleveland and we live in Cincinnati.  How is that going to
be resolved?”
     
     I said, “I’ll give my notice as soon as this project is
completed.  I’ll tell them the truth, kind of.  I’m starting
my own business and was just waiting until this project was
over to do it because I’m such a nice guy.  After that I’ll
do whatever you want.”

     The girls looked at each other.  Was their relief on
their faces?  I said, “What did you expect me to do?”
     
     Dee Dee answered.  “Exactly what you are doing, honey.
I told Donnie you loved us as much as we love you.”
     
     I pushed on.  “Now that that is out of the way, I have
some other things to say.  Donnie, I’ve talked to Dee Dee
about this in the past, how I feel relationships should be.
You’ll find out that I’m pretty easy to get along with, but
I need certain things from a relationship and I’ve got to be
up front about it with you.”
     
     Donnie said, “Well, be up front.  What is it you need
from us?”
     
     “Honesty; openness; frankness; I need you to tell me
what’s wrong if I screw up.  I need you to tell me when I’m
not giving you what you need, emotionally, physically,
whatever.  I promise to do the same.  If we have a problem
developing we need to nip it in the bud before it becomes a
major issue.  Donnie, it’s important.  I don’t know any
other way to make a long term relationship work.”
     
     Donnie said, “That’s a very feminine way of looking at
things, Andrew.  Are you sure you’re not gay?”
     
     I reached up and fondled her soft beautiful breast.
“Would you like to climb back on and decide for yourself?”
     
     Dee Dee slapped my hand away from Donnie’s tit.  “Don’t
say that to her, Andrew.  My sister is a trollop.  I’ve seen
enough of her passion for the afternoon.”
     
     “Okay!  I think it’s time we talked about sex.  We’ve
been doing it a lot, but we have never talked about it.”
     
     Both of the girls seemed a little embarrassed.  Donnie
said “We never talked much about sex when we were growing
up.  What do you want to talk about?”
     
     “You two are on the road.  You are going to get
anxious, tense as Dee Dee would say.  I’m an eyewitness and
I know that you are two very enthusiastic about sex. I just
wanted to talk about what you plan to do about it.”
     
     Dee Dee looked a little shocked.  And stunned.
“Andrew, we’ve gone years without any sex.  We certainly
know how to control ourselves when we are on the road.  I’m
shocked and stunned that you would even think that we would
do anything about it.”’
     
     “Hold on.  I’m not accusing you of anything.  I’m just
saying that it’s easier to have no sex than not enough sex.
Sex begets more sex; which begets even more sex.  Before
long, there’s a whole lot of begettin’ going on. I’m telling
you that I understand that and I don’t have any expectations
of you in terms of fidelity, I guess is the term.”
     
     Donnie said “What, you are telling us that it’s alright
with you if we have other men in our lives while we are away
from you?  That’s crazy.”
     
     “But that isn’t what I’m saying.  I want you all to
myself.  I’m selfish that way.  But if it happens, I
understand.  Just do me a favor and don’t tell me about it.
I don’t want to know.  I don’t get off on knowing the women
I love are attractive to other men.  Any man who isn’t
attracted to you is either crazy or gay.”
     “But if you get that ‘itch’ and can’t wait till we are
together again to scratch it, I just want you to know that I
give my permission in advance.  No guilt trips are
necessary.  But I’m insecure enough that I absolutely do not
want to know about it.”
     “I don’t own either of you.  I know that when we make
love I feel that way – that I want to own you – but I don’t
and I can’t.”
     
     Dee Dee was angry.  “And what about you, Andrew?  Are
we to assume that you should feel free to have sex with
whomever you please?”
     
     I shook my head.  “You girls are taking this totally
wrong.  I believe in serial monogamy. I never LOOK at
another woman when I’m in a committed relationship.  Serial
monogamy?  How about serial binogamy.  Is that a word,
‘binogamy’?  Whatever.  But I’ll be having twice as much sex
as either of you.  I know there’s a degree of inequality
there.  I’m not saying I want you to screw around.  I just
don’t want it to hurt our relationship.”
     
     Donnie and Dee Dee exchanged a look.  Donnie said
“Andrew if we can’t have you we don’t want anyone.  We are
not the liberated women you seem to think we are.  You’ve
taught us more about sex in the last couple of days than we
had learned our entire lives.”
     
     “Donnie, but now that I’ve taught you that, maybe you
will want to practice it a little, if you know what I mean.
Christ now I’m starting to sound like you two.  I don’t want
you to.  But if you do, I understand.  Damn I wish I’d just
kept my mouth shut.”
     
     My dick was starting to become flaccid again in the
face of this discussion.  Dee Dee noticed and reached over
and started to stroke it.  “What’s the matter, Andrew, don’t
you love us anymore?”
     
     I sprung back to full attention.  “What do you think?
Girls, I’m not trying to start trouble.  I’m just trying to
defuse any situations before they begin.  I’ve had previous
relationships end because of this very thing.  It would have
been much better if I had given permission or at least my
partner had asked before she did what she did.  I’m giving
permission.”
     
Donnie’s Story
     Andrew must think we can’t keep our legs together.  I’m
very good at keeping my legs together, except when I’m
around him.  My God I just used him as my personal sex toy
right in front of Dee Dee.  And he didn’t even climax!  I
was so selfish.  I’ve got to make it up to him, but I’ll
have to wait until we are alone.
     But I couldn’t let go of Andrew’s selfless but stupid
permissioning of any future adultery on our part.
     
     “Andrew, honey, we are not going to feel trapped in our
relationship.  Being in a relationship with you is the most
exhilarating thing that’s happened to us, ever.  We’ve been
freed.  Dee Dee and I are as committed to monogamy as you
are, so let’s just forget the topic entirely, okay?  ‘nuff
said.”
     
     Dee Dee was still softly stroking Andrew’s erection.
He leaned back on the bed.  It was obvious he was having
difficulty concentrating. “Okay then.  Let’s talk business.
Tell me about the ‘twins’ thing and the ‘next generation’
thing.  You aren’t the types to invent such stuff, so what’s
the facts, ma’am?”
     
     Dee Dee was obviously getting a little too involved
with her stroking.  She said, “Wouldn’t it be better if we
talked face to face?”
     And she climbed right on Andrew’s erection.  And she
called me a slut?  She had never removed her hand from
Andrew’s penis.  She slipped it into herself and just
plunged right down on him.  Her eyes closed and her head
leaned back, I heard her say “Yessss!”
     
     Dee Dee pushed Andrew back so he was lying on the bed
and then she just rode him.  She leaned forward to kiss him
(and I think she deliberately rubbed her tits against his
chest, the bitch).  His hands cupped both of her butt
cheeks.  Dee Dee started to moan loudly.
     
     Then her moans turned to verbiage.  “God, Andrew you
are sooo big!! You feel so good, baby.  I want you to cum
inside me. Please; cum inside me.  Let me feel it! Please
baby, I want to cum with you!”
     
     The woman has no shame.  Andrew was obviously buying
into Dee Dee’s little act, and I must admit to becoming a
bit hot and bothered myself.  They were going at it like
animals, humping wildly against each other.
     
     Andrew cried, “Dee Dee, baby, I’m there!”
     
     Dee Dee only screamed her response.  They both
exhibited all the signs of having an extended orgasm, and
then Dee Dee collapsed on Andrew’s chest.
     
     Dee Dee turned her head to me with a satisfied smile on
her face and said “What did he say about you being more
vocal?”
     
     I had to laugh, but then I reached behind her and
pinched her on her ass cheek.
     
     Andrew said, “You were about to tell me about the next
generation…”
     
     Dee Dee rolled off of Andrew’s chest until they were
both laying on the bed, smiling and looking into each
other’s eyes.  We have just a wonderful love affair going.
It’s truly amazing.
     
     Dee Dee said, “Donnie let me catch my breath for a
second.  Why don’t you tell him about IAM.”
     
     Andrew said, “Donnie come here.  I want to hear all of
this, but I would feel better if I could cuddle a little
with you while you tell me.”
     
     I didn’t need a second invitation.  I lay down on the
bed on the opposite side from Dee Dee.  Andrew’s hand rested
upon my tummy, a nice neutral spot to feel contact without
raising the level of excitement.  It felt wonderful.  I saw
that his other hand was resting on Dee Dee’s tummy as well.
The boy just naturally understands how to push our buttons.
     
     I began my story:
     
          IAM:  The Institute for the Advancement of Mankind
is a foundation begun in Georgia before the War Between the
States.  There was a man named Howard Johns.  He was
extremely rich and fairly intelligent and had a large
plantation inland from Savannah.
     He was a slave owner and raised quarter horses.  Johns
was not happy, however, because his three children, two
boys, one girl, were wastrels and fools.  He felt none
worthy to carry on what he had created.  By the time Johns
saw his own end approaching, it had occurred to him that he
had been cheated by life.  The thing he respected most,
intelligence, was missing from his descendents.
     Johns’ will was unusual though fairly straightforward.
He felt obligated to care for his offspring, but left them
only enough to live comfortably if they were frugal.  (He
didn’t think they would be.)
     He left the vast majority of his fortune to create the
Institute for the Advancement of Mankind.  Its sole charter
was to attempt to improve the average intelligence of
humans.
     The board of the IAM foundation had no idea how to
fulfill this charge.  Science at that time (it was the
1850’s) knew little or nothing about genetics or the
workings of the human mind.
     But the Southern gentlemen who were the board of IAM
knew how to breed things.  They had been breeding dogs,
horses, and slaves for hundreds of years for the purpose of
forcing those possessions of theirs to develop more
desirable characteristics.
     It became obvious to them that the only way they knew
to improve average intelligence was to breed for it.  And
that is what they did.
     Now at that time it was not easy even to test for
intelligence.  Generally the mind was looked at as a
machine, and testing was based upon the speed of response to
stimuli, visual acuity, things like that.
     Using those criteria, IAM began paying people to
procreate.  They sent representatives throughout the South,
even into the North, to find and test seemingly intelligent
people and then pay them to marry other seemingly
intelligent people.  Each time one of those couples had
children, they received a certain amount of remuneration.
That was the start.
     The families that were to become the breeders developed
from the offspring of the earliest of the IAM selectees.
IAM tracked each family, one generation to the next, using
the current level of intelligence tests to trace their
progress.
     If a family gave birth to children who tested (using
current methods obviously) low on the intelligence scale,
they were culled from the program.  Of course, exceptions
were made for injury to children during birth, things not
determined by breeding.  Extra bonuses were paid to children
of breeder families who married children of other breeder
families.
     It is no surprise, I suppose, but this actually worked.
Even today there are sperm banks holding the issue of
geniuses and Nobel Prize winners, where women can have their
eggs fertilized by the far end of the bell-shaped curve in
intelligence.
     But something strange happened along the way.  Perhaps
it was mutation, perhaps it was evolution, but there
developed a propensity among the families for the birth of
female twins.  In fact, when that started, those families
who had that propensity never again gave birth to males.
     All other members of the families fell by the wayside,
and the female twins became the focal point of the IAM
foundation.  By this time IQ tests were in vogue and it was
found that the average IQ of each female twin was about 150,
half again as much as the average of the population as a
whole.
     But here is where things came to a halt.  Each female
twin bred true, if you know what I mean.  Regardless of the
father, that is, the father’s IQ, the mother gave birth to
twins of approximately 150 IQ.  But only one set of twins
were born per generation per woman.
     The IAM foundation’s project has ground to a halt.  It
has been felt for quite some time that the twins were
becoming a separate species from homo sapiens.  But there
were no males!  We were now marrying into the general
population, trying to achieve a breakout that has yet to
come.
     And by the way, most of the money is gone anyway, has
been for quite a long time.  They keep in touch with us,
they try to help us if we are desperate, but they can do
little else.  We are on our own.
     The twins’ families have been searching for years for
signs that the population as a whole is issuing forth the
males that will allow us to break through and out of the
race of homo sapiens.
     We believe there are such men out there.  We even have
developed a profile of the type of man most likely to
fulfill our expectations as the progenitor of the next
generation.
     We look for a man with extremely high intelligence, but
whose social skills developed very late in life.  In other
words we are looking for a man who seems to have had an
extended childhood.  We are looking for a man who doesn’t
fit in to sapiens society.
     Andrew, we told you a little of this last night.  Homo
sapiens have been around for 150 thousand years, but have
only become ‘civilized’ in the last ten thousand years,
perhaps even less.  We have to deal with 140 thousand years
of being a hunter gatherer, of needing to be a killer, of
fighting against the odds in a world where man was small,
weak and vulnerable.
     Of course because of his intelligence and his ability
to cooperate, man became the greatest hunter on earth.  But
ingrained in the very essence of the sapiens experience is
the feeling that one must be the aggressor to survive.
     Even the teachings of the early ‘civilized’ humans
taught man the very same lessons.  Be fruitful and multiply.
Have dominion over the land and the beasts.  These were
rules established when there were less than 50 million
humans on the face of the earth, when wild creatures
regularly killed and ate unguarded humans.
     They were rules established by illiterate sheep herders
whose lives were a daily struggle for their very existence.
     But the times have changed, Andrew.  Man’s numbers now
exceed 6 billion.  We live on every continent, in every nook
and cranny of the earth.  Our dominion over the land and the
beasts has become a burden on the world.
     The times have changed, but sapiens have not. Sapiens
are the products of their evolution and they no longer fit
into the world that they themselves have created.  Unless
the next generation springs forth from the loins of men, a
generation that does not feel the need to hunt, to acquire,
to hold dominion, then mankind and the beasts of the field
are doomed to extinction.
     So the man we are looking for is one who doesn’t belong
in the world created by Sapiens.  He is a man who can live
in a world that is shared by all, not grabbed by the strong
at the expense of the weak.  He is a man who can live with
and nurture the beasts of the field, be not a user but a
steward of the environment.
     That’s you, Andrew.  If Dee Dee or I are pregnant, that
will be the proof we need.  But both of us can feel it
already.  We are different, somehow.  You are it.  You are
us.  You are the progenitor of the next generation.
     
Andrew’s Story – 2
     Okay!  So I’m the provider of the seed, the loins from
which is going to spring the next evolutionary stage of man.
I don’t think so.  Donnie’s story was a lulu I’ll admit it.
But if it is as she says it is, no wonder they aren’t making
any progress.
     
     “Girls, are you telling me that you are randomly
looking for men who may be in evolutionary synch with the
twins families in order to propagate homo whatever?  You’re
serious, right?”
     
     Dee Dee said, “Of course we’re serious.  That is our
purpose in life, Andrew.  We are the breeders.”
     
     Donnie was now playing with my cock again.  They seem
to be fascinated by it.  Now I like to have toys too, but I
don’t have to be playing with them all of the time.  Damn,
her hand is so soft and her touch so gentle.  I could feel
myself beginning to rise again.  This is getting ridiculous.
     
     Donnie said, “Homo whatever.  We don’t have a name
picked out for the next species.  Dee Dee, why don’t we call
it Homo erectus, in honor of Andrew?”
     
     I said, “Sorry that name has already been taken, and
anyway it sounds like a horny hairdresser.”
     
     I continued, “The boys in Vegas would say you’re trying
to make your point the hard way.”
     
     Dee Dee said ,”What is that supposed to mean?”
     
     “You’re going about this all wrong.  You are hoping for
random chance to find these men of the future.  You should
have them coming to you.”
     
     Donnie didn’t get it.  “How in the world would we do
that?”
     
     “Donnie this is the twenty-first century.  We’ve been
to the moon, we have remote control dongles for our
televisions, and we have the internet.  Let’s set up a
website.”
     
     Dee Dee asked “What kind of a website?  How would
anyone find us there?”
     
     I was in my element now.  “Well, we could set up a
dating service.  The Really Smart People dating service.  We
could screen all applicants till we find the people who are
most likely to fit your little profile.  How many twins are
we talking about anyway?  Do we have enough to make a go of
something like this?”
     
     Donnie said, “Oh there are at least twenty thousand of
us now.  More than half of those are of age to give birth
and maybe sixty percent of those aren’t married.”
     
     They could have inspected my teeth for cavities, my
mouth was so wide open.  “Twenty thousand twin girls in
Georgia and nobody noticed?”
     
     Donnie shook her head.  “I told you we aren’t all in
Georgia.  We don’t all look alike.  We maintain a very low
profile.  If you weren’t looking for us, how would you find
us?”
     
     “Okay, so you are saying we have something like six
thousand girls who could be part of this dating service.
That’s pretty good.  What about the married ones?  Say
they’ve already had their twin girls.  Would they still be
interested in having more children?”
     
     Dee Dee said, “Of course, most of them would.  We were
brought up to be breeders after all.  It has never occurred
to us that once we had our first pair of twins we could ever
have more.”
     
     I smiled. “Well, there you go.  I could set up a RSMILF
website.”
     
     Donnie didn’t get it.  “What does that stand for,
RSMILF?”
     
     “Really Smart Mothers I’d Love to Fuck.”
     
     Dee Dee grimaced.  “That is disgusting, Andrew.  How in
the world did you think of something so gross?”
     
     “Baby, this is the internet.  We would only be adhering
to standard procedures.  We could set up assignations
between total strangers (as long as the men fit your
profile) and maybe we would be getting some more babies in
the bargain.  You’ve got to take advantage of the prevailing
technology.  Wishing and hoping isn’t going to do it.”
     
     I had them now.  “Girls we can jump start this
evolutionary thing, assuming it’s true.  If there are men
like you hope for running around out there, we can find
them.  Hey, maybe I can hack into Mensa.  We could get a
copy of their membership database.  They are so arrogant
they probably are running a Microsoft Access database with
little or no security.  Or if you are old fashioned, you
could ask to buy their database.”
     
     Donnie looked shocked with me. “What do you mean
arrogant?  We are Mensa members, you know.  You would
probably qualify easily, Andrew.  Why don’t you join?”
     
     “I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people
like me as members.  No thanks.  I’ll maintain my anonymity,
if you don’t mind.”
     “Let’s face it girls, all of this is predicated on the
possibility of you being pregnant.  If not, then all bets
are off.  This should be an interesting week.”