Tales of the eKids:   E-man Loves Emmy  © 2004 by Andrew
Wiggin

Part 6

     Elle Adkins lay with her eyes closed; her face grimaced
as if in pain.  Her fingers were slowly caressing her small
round breasts as she worked her pink nipples in time with
Eamon Turner’s tongue.  She was alone in her bedroom.
     A few meters away in an adjoining bedroom Emma Adkins
and Eamon Turner were making love.  Eamon was deep in Emma,
and Elle felt every inch of his length, every centimeter of
his breadth, every ridge on the head of his cock.
     Elle was in concert with her sister as they secretly
shared the deflowering of a virgin.  However Elle’s
maidenhead remained intact, since the sharing was emotional
and psychic but not physical.
     Still, her pussy was awash in her own fluids.  She had
already climaxed several times as she sensed the buildup of
another orgasm in Emma.  She knew that her orgasm would be
triggered with her sister’s.
     She felt the huge demanding presence of Eamon’s dick
inside her sister’s pussy.  That presence seemed to be in
her pussy as well.  Her hips were lunging back and forth as
she strained to join her sister and her sister’s lover in
achieving a shared climax.
     Elle’s eyes rolled back in her head.  Her back arched
off of the bed as she forced herself harder against the dick
that wasn’t there.  She felt the spurting of semen within
her and her orgasm consumed her.  She was screaming; her
body clenched tightly in the grip of an overwhelming climax.
Her climax was augmented by her sister’s.  Both were joined
by their lover’s.  The psychic peak lasted for long moments,
driving Elle higher and higher in ecstatic bliss.
     And then it was over.  Elle’s body collapsed onto the
bed. She was only semi-conscious.  Her sweet, sweat-soaked
body was weak in its exhaustion. And yet her mind and body
glowed with her new-found knowledge of the joys of
intercourse with the one she loved.
     Deep in her soul Elle knew that the bonding had been
successful.  Eamon was hers; hers and Emmy’s forever.  Her
own deflowering would be a mere formality; but a formality
that Elle was eager to experience.
     Eamon Turner had not been a virgin before today, but he
was a virgin in the ways of interactive love.  After
experiencing the love of two people (three?) as only known
to New Man, would he even be interested in sex with a H.
sapien?  Elle thought not.
     
     ‘We can take him places he never dreamed of going’, she
thought. ‘We will be his private harem of sexy little girls.
We’ll be his lovers; we’ll be his friends; we’ll be his
soulmates.  I knew the moment I saw him, the moment I felt
him in my heart.  We are what he needs, just as he is what
we need.’
     
     Elle tried to catch her breath as she again joined with
her sister to be a part of what might happen next.  She
wondered if Eamon could even get it up again.
     
     ‘Please take a break, Eamon’, she thought. ‘I can’t
take much more of this.  You’re going to kill me!’
     
     Elle realized it wasn’t Eamon but Emma that was eager
for more.  She was already working on Eamon’s soft penis,
doing her best to return it to its turgid state.  Elle felt
more than sated.  She contacted her sister.
     
     “Emmy, you slut, give it a break will you?  You’re
going to kill the poor boy.  And you’re going to kill me!”
     
     Emma wasn’t fazed.  She had been considering her first
blow job when her sister broke her concentration.
     
     “Elle, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the
bedroom!  Hey, Sis, don’t you want to learn how to give
head?”
     
     Elle felt herself stir again.  Where was this coming
from?  She always considered herself to be so levelheaded.
Give head indeed!  On the other hand, as she closed her eyes
she could see Emmy’s tiny hand wrapped around Eamon’s very
large member.  Her mouth watered as Emmy’s small lips
approached that huge helmeted head.  Without prompting,
Elle’s fingers found the opening of her pussy just as Emmy’s
mouth tasted the hard rubbery head of Eamon’s damp dick.
     Together their tongues licked that head.  Elle’s pursed
lips seemed to stretch to accommodate Eamon’s manhood.
Again her eyes were closed as she felt that mammoth member
slide in and out of her sister’s mouth.  She felt the
hardness in her own small hand as Emmy stroked the base of
Eamon’s cock while sucking on the head like a lollipop.
     Elle had long suspected that Emma would turn in to a
very successful cocksucker.  She felt Emma’s joy at the
control it afforded her, coupled with the pleasure she could
give to her lover.  Yes, Emma was going to turn into a world-
class cocksucker.  Controlling and giving at the same time:
that is Emma’s style.
     Emma’s tongue was doing a dance on Eamon’s hardness.
One hand was stroking his length.  The other hand was
fondling his balls.
     Elle’s perspective switched from Emma to Eamon, and
suddenly her heart was filled with excitement and romance.
She felt her eyes looking back into Emma’s fiery eyes, her
chest expand with passion and joy.  Elle’s eyes squeezed
shut as she experienced the swelling of Eamon’s cock, then
the eruption of his sperm into Emma’s mouth.
     Emma sucked him clean with each spurt of Eamon’s semen.
Twice, thrice, four times he spurted, his soul seeming to
flow from his cock down Emmy’s throat.  Eamon’s passion was
augmented by Elle’s and by Emma’s, marking this as the
quintessential blowjob.
     Finally Eamon’s knees buckled and he collapsed onto the
bed, his senses reeling from a triple-augmented climax.
Through his passion-addled brain he thought, “If this keeps
up, she will kill me!”
     
     Elle collapsed as well, her jaw aching from the Para-
sucking, her pussy afire from her pseudo-orgasms.
     
     She thought, ‘When I get the real thing, it will kill
me!”
     
     Emma surveyed her exhausted lover.  Through closed but
all-seeing eyes she saw her thoroughly spent sister
collapsed on her bed.
     
     Emmy said, “What, are we done?”
     
     
     
     

Part 7
     Far beneath the surface of an ancient glacier, a
century of global warming had been taking its toll.  The
seemingly solid glacier was experiencing a melt-off from
below.  Water was beginning to flow freely, weakening the
very foundations of the glacier itself.  This glacier had
clogged a large fjord in southwestern Greenland for
millennia.  Behind the blockage were millions of tons of
fresh water, waiting to escape to the sea.
     The Gulf Stream has been carrying life-bringing warmth
from south of Florida to Northern Europe for many thousands
of years.  At latitudes where much of the world was cold and
frozen almost year-round, Europe had moderate temperatures
and long growing seasons.  But scientists had long been
cognizant of the historic variability of the Gulf Stream.
     Europeans lived in blissful ignorance, unaware that
their pampered existence was dependent on the whims of a
fickle ocean current.  For thousands of years Europe had
enjoyed the bounty caused by the existence of the Gulf
Stream.  But now that bounty was in jeopardy.
     
     Edie and Eddie Adkins had been worried for several
years, ever since they had begun their analysis of the
world’s climates.  When young, the twins had cut their teeth
on computer programming and consumer electronics.  While
they still played with these for fun and profit, their real
interest lay in more challenging disciplines.
     Weather was one such discipline, a problem so complex
that for decades some of the greatest minds and the most
powerful computers in the world were unable to make serious
sense of it.
     New Man U. had contracted with China to place a network
of weather satellites of their own design in low earth orbit
electronically interfaced with the University’s
geosynchronous communication system.  These multitasking
weather satellites could be used to measure many things both
above and below the surface of the earth. Because of this,
some New Man U. eKids were following volcanic anomalies,
continental drift and fault line erosion, while others were
charting short and long-term weather patterns with an eye to
finally learning to predict the seemingly unpredictable.
     Their earliest predictions were so dire that an
increasing amount of the University’s resources were being
devoted to this project, trying to fine-tune the results and
double and triple-check the percentage of likely outcomes.
Edie and Eddie decided it was now time to let the family
know the result of that labor.
     Emma Adkins was alone in her office.  Her feet were up
on her desk and her eyes were closed as she relived the
morning’s revelries.  Her hips had begun a short, circular
motion as she remembered the in and out movement of Eamon’s
wonderful dick. A flashing light on her desktop brought Emma
back to reality.  She clicked on the icon and the virtual
screen appeared.
     
     “Emma, we need a meeting!”
     
     Emma was still recovering from her daydreams.  She
groggily looked at the figure on the screen.  “Are you Edie
or Eddie?”
     
     “What difference does it make?  I’m going to call Daddy
and our Mommas.  You get Elle, will you?  Let’s meet at the
house in an hour.  This is important, Emma.”
     
     Emma signed off.  She had been with Edie and Eddie her
entire life, but thought that she would never truly
understand them.  They were so alike.  Were their really two
distinct personalities there, or was there a single, shared
personality?  Even when in her ‘Vulcan Mind Meld’ mode, Emma
wasn’t sure.
     She gave her fourth sister a call.  The computer
informed her that Elle was still in her room, although it
didn’t matter where she was for contact purposes.
     
     Emma noted that Elle answered with voice-only.  “What!
Who is it?”
     
     “It’s me, Elle.”
     
     Elle clicked another icon on her headboard and suddenly
Emma saw that Elle was lying naked in bed.  She had
obviously been sleeping and was grumpily turning to face the
wall that was now covered by the image of Emma’s head.
     
     “What do you want?  Why’d you wake me? I’m tired!”
     
     Emma decided that this H. sapien mode of communication
wasn’t totally appropriate at this time. She reached out to
Elle telempathically, slowly entering her psyche.  With her
she carried her still-fresh memory of the morning’s events.
After all, Emma had been closing in on a day-dreamed orgasm.
She figured that maybe Elle would enjoy the feeling too.
     
     As their emotions merged, Emma saw Elle’s eyes close.
Her face lost its anger lines.  Suddenly Elle’s eyes opened.
“Emma can’t you think of anything else?  I haven’t even done
it yet, and I’m exhausted.  Why are you calling me at this
hour of the night?”
     
     Emma smiled.  “It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, Elle.
Remember having breakfast with Eamon and me about six hours
ago?”
     
     Elle groaned.  “Oh, no!  You mean it’s still the same
day?  I need to sleep.  Leave me alone.”
     
     “Time to get up.  Edie and Eddie want a meeting up at
the house.  I don’t know what it’s about, but when was the
last time they called a meeting?  Like never, I think.  So
it must be important.”
     
     “All right! All right!  I’ll be there.  I’ve got to
take a shower.  I gotta recover.  How can you look so good
after this morning, you bitch?”
     
     Emma flicked off the contact and ran back through her
conference room to her bedroom.  She passed her hand over a
switch, eliminating the wall cover on the plasma boards and
revealing the door that connected her bedroom with Elle’s.
     She skipped into Elle’s bedroom and dove onto her bed,
causing Elle to bounce and further awaken her.
     Emma’s arms went around her naked sibling and suddenly
they were hugging.
     
     “Wasn’t he wonderful, Elle?  He’s just what we need,
isn’t he?  I’ve never felt so alive before.  Tell me you
loved it.  Tell me!”
     
     “Okay, okay!  Yes, he’s wonderful. Yes, I loved it.
Yes, he’s just what we need.  You’ve been acting like a
little girl in a candy shop.”
     
     “Elle, I can’t help it!  Isn’t it wonderful to be in
love?  He’s so sweet!  And he loves us, I know he does.”
     Elle looked skeptical.  “He loves you!  He’s seen me,
what, for about fifteen minutes?  How can he love me?”
     
     “Don’t forget how Daddy met Momma Donnie.  They were in
love almost instantly.”
     
     “Emma, Daddy was in Momma Donnie almost instantly!
They weren’t exactly politely having breakfast together.”
     
     “Well the only thing is to have Eamon spend more time
with you; and me, too.   We’ll have to invite him to the
meeting.  Why don’t you do it?  I’m going to change into
something more provocative.”  With that, Emma disengaged
herself from her sister’s arms and walked back to her
bedroom.
     
     Elle threw a robe around her, ran a brush through her
hair, and called Eamon’s room.  When Eamon’s handsome face
come on the virtual monitor, Elle felt a now-familiar
wetness develop between her legs. She thought he was the
handsomest man she’d ever seen, next to her father.
     
     “Eamon, do you have a minute?”
     
     Eamon had all the time in the world as far as he was
concerned.  “Sure, Elle. What can I do to you, er, for you?”
     
     Elle was delighted that Eamon could tell her apart from
Emma.  She was also delighted that he was willing to throw a
little double entendre at her just in fun.  Her eyes lit
like fire, and Eamon felt his knees get weak.
     
     “There’s an important meeting up at the house in less
than an hour.  We were wondering if you would like to
attend.  We don’t know what it’s about, but we thought it
would be a good time for you to get to meet our family.  And
Eamon, both Emma and I want you to be a part of everything
that’s important from now on.”
     
     That last sentence was spoken with such warmth and
sincerity that Eamon felt a rush of love for the girl in the
picture.  He wasn’t sure what he gotten himself into, but it
was wonderful.
     
     “Sure, Elle, I’d be glad to go.  But I don’t know how
to get there from here.”
     
     “Come over to Emma’s office and we’ll all go over
together.  But give me a few minutes, please.  As you can
see, I’m not dressed.”  On an impulse, Elle opened her robe
and flashed Eamon a picture of her small, perfect breasts.
Turning brightly red, Elle switched off the connection.
     
     “I can’t believe I did that”, she thought.  “He will
think I’m shameless.  Oh my God, I think I am shameless when
it comes to him!”
     
     That final view of Elle’s lovely breasts was burned
into Eamon’s mind.  “These girls are so hot!  And so fucking
smart!  What in the world do they see in me?”
     
Part 8
     
     Fifteen minutes later, Eamon was knocking on the door
to Emma’s office.  The door opened and Eamon was confronted
with a view of two identically dressed identical twins.
Both wore sleek-looking hip-hugging black slacks, with a
white spaghetti-strap top cut off only a few inches below
the rounded mounds of their breasts, their flat beautiful
stomachs on display.  Eamon longed to stick his tongue into
those sexy inward-pointing belly buttons.  Each wore a
little hat on the back of her head, with golden tresses
escaping in all directions.  Eamon just gaped in amazement.
     
     “Close your mouth, sweetie.  It’s only us.”
     
     Eamon found his voice.  “You are the most beautiful
women in the world!  Damn, does your father allow you to go
out in public dressed like that?”
     
     Elle responded, “Very sweet, Eamon.  But don’t pour it
on too thick.  We might begin to believe you.  Now, shall we
go?”
     
     Eamon gladly took a tiny hand in each of his.  Emma led
the way, out into the quadrangle.  Eamon noted that the eyes
of almost every adolescent male on the campus were fixated
on these two beautiful girls.  He figured that whatever male
eyes weren’t so fixated must be gay eyes.
     
     The three left the quad via a side corridor.  They
stepped on a moving walkway and were carried forward,
obviously away from the University grounds.
     
     Emma said, “We usually walk this rather than ride,
Eamon.  It’s a little less than a mile to the house.  But
we’re in a bit of a hurry.  Edie and Eddie are already there
waiting for us.  Oh, you will meet our mothers there too.”
     
     Eamon felt another stirring in his dick.  When he was
younger he had jerked off more than once to the cover of a
magazine he had found on his grandmother’s coffee table.  It
was a copy of Cosmopolitan and it showed Emma’s mothers in
the nude, looking feline and totally sexy.  He remembered
thinking they were the two greatest asses he had ever seen.
Until now, he amended.
     
     ‘These ladies are in their fifties by now.  They won’t
look that great.”  He hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of
himself upon being introduced to the object of his
masturbatory fantasies.
     
     They emerged from the walkway into a basement room of
the plantation.  The girls led him upstairs to the living
quarters.  The house was conventional and cozy, though
large.  The furnishings were tasteful and understated.
     The three walked into the living room.  Eamon saw two
girls that could have been Emma’s and Elle’s twins: the half
sisters; beautiful but dressed more conservatively.  They
were looking into each other’s eyes but said nothing when
the trio entered the room.
     The Progenitor was comfortably seated in a recliner.
Directly across from him were the mothers, Deirdre and
Donnie, in a loveseat. Eamon noted that Andrew’s eyes had
turned when they had entered the room, but quickly returned
to gazing upon his wives.  Two boys, a few years younger
than him were also present.  Did the girls have brothers? He
wasn’t sure.
     Emma pulled Eamon into the middle of the room.   She
said, “Attention, please.  We want to introduce you to our
boyfriend.  This is Eamon Turner.  Eamon, those two little
kids over there are Ethan and Eric.  Edie and Eddie are our
sisters.  I think you’ll probably get to know them a lot
better, if you now what I mean.” Eamon felt himself turning
red at that remark.  He wasn’t sure he knew what she meant,
but he had his suspicions. “And here are my parents.  You
already know Daddy.  And this is Momma Deirdre and Momma
Donnie.  Momma Donnie is the one on the right.”
     
     Eamon had never seen so much female beauty under one
roof: six gorgeous women; all small, soft and blonde.  He
stepped closer to the mothers and offered his hand.
     
     “How do you do, Mrs. Adkins.”  The one on the right,
(Donnie?), lifted her small hand and took his large mitt.
     
     “Well, Eamon, I thought you just arrived yesterday.
And already you are the boyfriend?  You must be a fast
worker.”
     
     Eamon felt enveloped by that warm voice, the bright
beautiful blue-green eyes.  Damn, what a beauty!  He didn’t
know how to respond.  He just seemed to melting into those
eyes; that smile.
     
     He heard Emma’s voice behind him say, “Close your
mouth, E-man.  Darn it, Donnie, could you tone down the
pheromones for a while?  He’s our boyfriend, not yours.”
     
     Eamon turned red and quickly pulled away from that
lovely hand.  He saw that Donnie’s eyes were ablaze before
she demurely looked down. Now he knew where Emma and Elle
got it from. It was hereditary.
     
     Emma said, “Would everyone please sit down so we can
start this thing.  Eamon, why don’t you sit over there with
Elle?  You can slobber all over her for awhile.
     “Okay, for your information, Eamon, when we have
meetings I’m the first speaker.  Our parents want us to run
things, and I’m the most talkative one.
     “Anyway, Edie and Eddie called this meeting, and I
don’t have the foggiest notion why.  Girls, what is this
about?”
     
     Edie and Eddie Adkins stood and faced their family.
They looked uncomfortable.  All present except Eamon
understood that they preferred to avoid speaking.  And then
they began.  The words seemed to erupt from their lips,
fragments of sentences coming from each of two mouths.
Eamon found it easier to close his eyes.  That way the
spectacle of one voice from two heads was not distracting.
     
     “We’ve been working”
     “on global warming.  We”
     “thought we had some time but”
     “our computer model just went”
     “crazy.  We don’t think”
     “we have any time left.”
     “It’s going to happen”
     “and it’s going to happen soon.”
     
     Andrew was used to their rapid fire delivery and
slightly incoherent explanations.  “What’s going to happen,
girls?”
     
     “Why, the glacier!  The”
     “glacier at the fjord.  In Greenland! It’s”
     “going to collapse soon.”
     “Best case is five years,”
     “but worst case is it’s already”
     “collapsing – or maybe even collapsed.”
     
     Andrew thought he saw where this was going.  “What
happens if it collapses?”
     
     “Ice age!”
     
     Eamon’s head popped up and his mouth dropped.  “You’re
saying a glacier collapsing in Greenland is going to cause
an ice age?  That’s crazy!”
     
     “It’s going to drop millions of tons”
     “of cold fresh water right where”
     “the Gulf Stream runs along the”
     “coast of Greenland.  Salinity is the”
     “pump that drives the stream.  Other factors”
     “have already slowed it down.  This will”
     “stop it entirely.  No more Gulf”
     “Steam.  The median temperature in”
     “Europe will begin to drop immediately.”
     “The ice age will start within ten years.”
     
     Andrew asked, “Is there any precedence for this?”
     
     “The same thing happened 8,000”
     ‘years ago.  A freshwater lake emptied into “
     “the Atlantic from Canada and slowed the Gulf Stream
almost”
     “to a stop.”
     
     “Have you told this to anybody yet?”
     
     “No one.  But we aren’t the”
     “only ones working on”
     “this problem. We just have”
     “the best computers and”
     “computer model.  We wrote”
     “the program, after all; and designed the computers.
Okay”
     “so Ethan and Eric helped.  And”
     “our super-computers are”
     “super-computers.  Not like those”
     “beefed-up PC’s at the”
     “National Weather Service.”
     
     Emma asked the obvious question.  “Is there anything
that can be done to stop this; like a well-placed nuclear
weapon, or building a damn to hold back the fresh water?”
     
     “Too late.  Maybe if we started ten”
     “or twenty years ago.  But if our”
     “readings are right, we might not”
     “have ten or twenty days.”
     
     Andrew had to make a decision, as much as he hated to
do so.  “Emmy, you get together with Edie and Eddie and get
the whole story.  Then contact every government that needs
to know.  Contact Washington, the EU.  Who runs Greenland,
anyway, Denmark maybe?  The African nations too, I guess.
They’ll probably be affected negatively.  They always are.
     “Set it up so we can give as much information as we
have to these countries’ weather establishments so that they
can run their own models.  If you truly believe this, then
maybe you should call a press conference or something.
We’ve had trouble in the past with the government taking us
seriously.  If we can’t stop it, maybe we shouldn’t do
anything.”
     
     Emma responded, “We can mitigate the effects, maybe,
but we have to start right now.  We can’t wait five years
while governments argue about what the results are going to
be.  We can’t let the American government spin the truth
until suddenly it’s a good thing that the glacier collapsed.
We need to do a pre-emptive media strike.  Let’s make sure
the whole world knows what is really going to happen.”
     
     Eamon decided to speak up.  “Maybe my Granddaddy can
help.  He still has lots of close connections in the
government.  Want me to ask him?”
     
     Emma took over.  “It wouldn’t hurt, E-man.  Why don’t
you and Elle take care of that while I handle the diplomatic
side?”  She turned to the other twins.  “Come on girls.
Let’s go back to your lab and get our thoughts together.  I
want your information to be a slam dunk.”
     
     Emma, Edie and Eddie headed back to New Man U.,
followed by their younger brothers.  Elle and Eamon went to
the den to call home.  That left the parents in the living
room.
     
     Deirdre finally spoke.  “There really doesn’t appear to
be much we can do about this, does there?  Are we really
going to see the start of the next ice age?  How do we
handle this?”
     
     Donnie answered her.  “We’ve had the eKids working on
lots of things that will help.  Our biology department has
been creating super plants, highly resistant to disease, far
more nutritious than the vitamin-depleted veggies available
in super markets as long as our nutrient compounds are used.
They have a much shorter growing season.  And not only that,
they taste good.  I’ve served them here for dinner more than
a few times. And best of all, no genetic engineering.
     “But Andrew, we’ve got to speed up the Star Project.
What might happen if we have food riots?  What will happen
if the electricity goes off?  Who will control the mobs?  We
are going to be targets.  New Man will be targeted.  We’ve
got to get them off of the planet as soon as possible.”
     
     Deirdre disagreed somewhat.  “Donnie, the Star Project
is decades away at best.  First we have to improve our
security.  Ethan planned New Man U. so that it would be
impervious to anything less than a significant nuclear
blast.  And even that might not do the trick.  But we have
to make it attack-proof from conventional forces, too.
Andrew, we have to be ready to abandon the plantation and
get over to New Man U. before it has to be locked down from
the world when the time comes.”
     
     Andrew said, “Okay, I’ll talk to Emma about it.  Maybe
she can think of some defensive strategy we haven’t
considered yet.  If she can think it up, Eddie and Edie can
build it.
     “But these aren’t our decisions to make, ladies.   New
Man is going to take the brunt of this, so New Man will have
to be the ones controlling their own fate.   Let Emmy make
the decisions.  She’ll consult Elle. She’ll get data from
Edie and Eddie.  Maybe this Eamon kid can add his two cents,
I don’t know.  But I do know that if I have to put the fate
of the world in someone’s hands, I choose Emmy.  We’ve got
to give her all the help we can.  But in the meantime…”
     
     Dee Dee and Donnie looked at each other and nodded
their heads.  Over the years when things became tense, they
had developed a solution that always seemed to relieve the
pressure.  It usually involved skin to skin contact with
Andrew.
     
     The two ladies stood as if one, each offering a hand to
help Andrew up.  Then they noticed that Andrew was already
up.
     
     Donnie said, “Is that an iceberg in your pants or are
you just glad to see us.”
     
     Andrew merely took the offered hands and led his lovely
wives up to their bedroom.  As they climbed the stairs he
thought, ‘God I love my hobby!’
     

Part 9
     Eamon and Elle were in the den making a phone call.
With the phone in his hand, Eamon said, “I don’t think this
is a good idea, telling my family this way.  Maybe we should
drive down there.  I mean, a lot has happened in two days,
and they should know about it; especially about you and
Emmy.”
     
     Elle smiled her eye-lighting smile.  “I think that’s a
wonderful idea!  You’ve got a car, right?  I seem to
remember something about you cutting Daddy off on the
highway.”
     
     Eamon said grumpily, “Everyone seems to know about
that.”
     
     “Well then, let’s tell my folks that we are going; grab
an overnight bag, and go!  Shall we ask Emmy to go too?”
     
     Eamon nodded.  First he was eager to show off both of
his new girlfriends to his family.  Secondly, he had no
intention of pissing Emma off by not asking her.  He
suspected that he never wanted to see Emma pissed off.
     
     Elle got a bit glassy eyed, as if she were somewhere
else.  Then she turned and said, “Emma has too much to do
today.  She’s going to be the coordinator for contacting the
governments.  Our publicist, Helen Randolph is setting up
the press conference, but Emma and Daddy will be doing the
talking.  And Emma is driving Edie and Eddie to submit a
paper for Nature magazine.  They know us well enough that
they will probably publish anything we submit as long as it
is properly documented.
     “So I guess it will just be you and me, Eamon.  Do you
have enough rooms at your house down there, or will we have
to share?”
     
     Elle had a small sexy smile on her lips, and Eamon
realized the he may have a shot at two different virgins in
two consecutive days in two different states.  Damn, he knew
he was going to love New Man U.
     
     “I’m sorry, Elle, but we may be a bit cramped.
Actually, that’s not true.  We live in a house that’s bigger
than this one.  Still, I would be more than happy to put you
up in my room.
     
     Elle put her arms around Eamon and snuggled close to
him.  She whispered, “I bet you would!  Did Emmy tell you
that I’m a virgin, E-man?  Did she tell you that I don’t
want to be a virgin anymore?”
     
     Just then someone answered the phone at the other end.
Elle had observed a definite expansion taking place in
Eamon’s pants.  He seemed to be breathing with difficulty.
But then he said, “Hi, Momma.  It’s me.  Yeah, yeah, things
are great.  But something happened up here, Momma.  Would
you mind if I came back for a visit?
     “I know, I know, I only just left yesterday.  I won’t
be alone.  No, I’m bringing my girlfriend.  Yes, I said
‘girlfriend’.  No, don’t worry about getting a room ready
for her.  I’ll make room for her with me.  Well that’s none
of your damn business, Momma, so just don’t ask!
     “And Momma, make sure Daddy is around; and Grandmother
and Granddad, too.  Yes, this is pretty important.  What
time is it now, about 3 o’clock?  Well it’s a little over
four hundred miles.  Yeah, I know it should take me around
seven to eight hours.  But if my wheels don’t hit the ground
I can make it in six hours.  So you can expect me around 9,
Momma.  Don’t worry ‘bout me, Momma.  I hear you Momma, I
hear you.  Momma, back off.  Bye.”
     
     Elle looked at Eamon with a raised eyebrow.  He said,
“If she doesn’t want to hear how fast I’m gonna drive, then
why does she always ask me?”
     
     Elle said, “Well let’s go tell Daddy.  And please don’t
tell him how far it is or how long you think it’ll take us,
okay?  Daddy is much happier when he is ignorant.  Facts
only make him worry.”
     
     When they went in to the living room, they discovered
that Elle’s parents were gone.  Elle got a far-away look in
her eyes, and then rolled them.
     
     “Geez, is that all they do?  You would think at a time
like this my parents would be trying to save civilization or
something.  But no!  They have to get laid.”
     
     Eamon was shocked and more than a little titillated.
“What, you mean your parents are doing the deed?  All three
of them?  At the same time?”
     
     “Cool off, E-man.  I know you have the hots for my
mother.  They claim that sex is their hobby.  I personally
think it’s their obsession.  The heck with them, let’s just
take off.  I’ll call Daddy from the road.”
     
     Part 10
     Eamon Turner had made this trip only yesterday, and it
was a long, boring excursion.  But today it was fun and
exciting.  His passenger drove him to distraction with her
little mannerisms, her perky body, her lovely smiling face.
     Once they reached I-95, Eamon engaged the semi-
autopilot that had been installed on the really big roads.
That freed him up for all but the most unexpected
situations.
     
     “Did your sisters develop this auto-pilot?”
     
     “No, but a lot of the work was done at New Man U.  The
automobile industry likes our work.  They keep donating
laboratories as long as we use them some of the time to
develop new auto gadgets.  They ask for no promises, we give
them no commitments.  But the eKids like to play with cars,
especially the boys.  A few of them are working on a really
powerful energy-efficient engine.”
     
     “Well that I’d like to see, Elle.  Your father drives
that little wimp-mobile.  It must be embarrassing as hell.”
     
     Elle laughed.  “He doesn’t mind.  Very few things
embarrass Daddy.  When you are considered to be the sexiest
man alive, generally your ego can handle almost any little
thing.  The only way we can embarrass him is to talk about
sex.”
     
     “Your dad is embarrassed by sexual talk?  That doesn’t
sound like him.”
     
     “Well, he’s embarrassed when Emma or I proposition him.
He prefers to think of us as five-year olds.   The thought
of us actually having sex is painful to him.”
     
     “Geez, Elle, he must hate me.”
     
     Elle laughed again.  “No, I rather think he’s grateful
to you.  We’ve been pressuring the poor man to take our
virginity.  You came to his rescue.”
     
     Eamon gaped at her.  “You wanted to go to bed with your
father?”
     
     Elle said, “E-man, every woman alive wants to go to bed
with my father.  That’s why he’s the sexiest man on earth.
But besides that, Emmy and I aren’t getting any younger, you
know.  We didn’t have like a wide range of possible
partners.  Daddy was about it.”  She smiled an extremely
intimate smile, then leaned very close to Eamon’s ear and
softly whispered, “at least until you came along, Eamon.”
     
     Eamon’s cock almost strained itself, flying into an
extremely erect posture.  He kept his hands on the wheel and
his eyes on the road.  But all he could feel was Elle.
Suddenly a little hand was slowly massaging the tent in his
pants.
     
     “E-man, why don’t you move the seat back just a little,
baby?  That’s right; the car will take care of itself for a
while, sweetheart. “
     
     Eamon felt the zipper of his pants slide down.  That
soft, tiny hand found its way into Eamon’s pants.  He felt
his boxers being eased down.  He lifted his hips a tad, and
suddenly his dick came free.
     
     “Oh my God!  I wouldn’t want to be in the middle if
Daddy and you ever got into a cock fight!  Eamon you’re so
big!”
     
     Elle wrapped her hand around Eamon’s cock and gently
rubbed up and down. The feeling was exquisite, and Eamon
couldn’t help but close his eyes.  Suddenly the head of his
cock felt the liquid warmth of Elle’s lips.  Eamon gasped
his ecstasy, his ass pushing off of the seat, his dick
sliding into Elle’s mouth.
     
     Elle pulled her head back.  She continued to softly
stroke his pulsing erection.  “Emmy did this for you, didn’t
she?  She didn’t tell you, E-man, but I was there.  Did you
know that?  I tasted you through Emmy’s mouth, saw you
through Emmy’s eyes, felt you inside Emmy’s pussy.  Did you
know that?  Did you guess how far telempathy really goes?
     “Emmy’s back in her office right now, E-man.  She’s
alone.  She has her feet up on her desk and her pants are
around her knees.  She isn’t wearing any panties today,
Eamon.  Neither am I, sweetie.  Emmy’s got her finger
slowly, slowly rubbing up and down her pussy lips, just like
my hand is slowly, slowly rubbing up and down your dick.
     “Can you feel her, E-man?  I can.  She’s waiting.  She
wants me to make you cum.  Would you like to cum in my
mouth, E-man?  If you do, Emmy will feel it in her mouth,
too.  Would you like that?  What do you say, E-man?  How do
you like being with the New Women?”
     
     Eamon’s mouth was open.  He was panting.  He needed
more pressure on his dick.  “Please, Elle.  Suck it.  Put it
in your mouth again, baby.  You’ve got the softest, warmest
mouth in the world.”
     
     “E-man!  Now don’t you go hurting Emmy’s feelings, you
bad boy.”
     
     Eamon groaned.  “You know that anything I say about you
goes equally for Emma.  So does she.  Elle!  Stop playing!
I need you!”
     
     Elle leaned up and their lips met.  Her little tongue
worked its way into his mouth and they shared a passion and
love-filled kiss.  Elle slowly lowered her face back down to
Eamon’s dick.  And then all he felt was that tongue, licking
beneath the head, licking the base.  Her lips slid over the
head and then he was in her.
     Eamon surrendered to total lust.  His hands found the
sides of Elle’s head as he guided her, pulled her closer,
buried his length into her mouth.  Eamon felt his own
passion.  He felt Elle’s passion.  Then he realized he also
felt Emmy’s passion.
     He understood for the first time what it felt like to
finger one’s clit, even though he didn’t have a clit.  He
was wildly humping Elle’s face while with closed eyes he saw
both of his beautiful lovers servicing him.  He had two
mouths on his dick!
     Elle felt Emma too.  She felt Emmy’s finger on her own
clit.  They had never considered a girl-to-girl relationship
before, but when sharing Eamon it was unavoidable.
     Elle was glad it was unavoidable.  Eamon’s dick was so
big she needed both hands plus her mouth to properly service
it.  Emmy’s finger on her clit, imaginary but oh-so-real,
was just what she needed.  Her hips were moving with the
ever more demanding rubbing.  Suddenly there were two
phantom fingers in her pussy.
     Elle screamed around Eamon’s dick, then began to
furiously suck and lick that glorious member.  One hand
gently squeezed Eamon’s balls; the other was wanking the
base of his shaft with a soft, firm grip.
     Eamon felt Elle’s orgasm begin.  He felt Emmy push
herself over with her own fingers.  The double orgasm
triggered a massive climax.  His already large dick seemed
to swell.  He began squirting streams of semen down Elle’s
throat.  Each ejaculation seemed stronger than the last, his
ass clinching with passion.  He was dizzy with lust as the
almost painful climax wound down.
     When Eamon finally regained his senses, he saw Elle
lovingly gazing into his eyes.  He reached down and pulled
her up to him, his warm loving arms surrounding her soft
femininity.
     They held each other for long minutes, coming down from
their passion while their love continued to grow.
     
     Elle was choked with emotion.  “Eamon, I love you.  I
know you don’t know me.  But I know you.  I will love you
forever, no matter how you feel about me.”
     
     Eamon softly kissed this beautiful, sexy, warm-hearted
creature.  “Elle, I know about the bonding.  We are bonded;
you and Emmy and me.  We are in love forever.  I couldn’t
imagine being with anyone else.  You are the thing I’ve
always wanted but never knew it.  Now that I know it, I
couldn’t live without you.”
     
     Elle lowered her head back on to Eamon’s lap.  She
licked Eamon’s now-flaccid member clean, gave the head a
loving kiss, hugged it against the side of her cheek and
slowly dropped off to sleep.