Death By Fucking Ch. 20

We went up to our bedroom and each of us disrobed, Andrew assisting both of us as much as we would let him. He loves to touch us.

We all lay down on the bed, with Andrew in the middle, with Dee Dee and I snuggled up on each side of him. Andrew was sandwiched between the two of us.

He said, “This is the life: surrounded by two hundred and twenty pounds of fabulous female flesh.”

Deirdre said, “Two hundred and twenty-one pounds.”

I said, “Two hundred and twenty-two pounds.”

Andrew looked shocked. “You’re both getting fat! To be honest, I didn’t notice the extra pounds anywhere. I can assure you they didn’t go to your tits.”

I elbowed him in the ribs, but we were all so comfortable that we hardly felt like kidding about the fluctuation in our weight.

He held us tighter till we felt like one continuous person. We get so close and comfortable this way. Dee Dee and I have some kind of connection that seems to defy logic. Each seems to know what the other is thinking sometimes. Maybe it’s just that we are so alike that we end up thinking the same things. But when we get close like this it almost feels like there is a continuous mental-emotional connection linking all three of us.

I wasn’t really overcome by passion, but still I wanted Andrew inside me. I looked over at Deirdre. “Dee Dee, would you mind if I climbed on for a few minutes. I need to feel closer.”

She smiled. “Go ahead. I’m comfortable just as we are.”

I took hold of Andrew at his most sensitive spot and impaled myself upon his beautiful cock. We were still a three-person sandwich, but now I was on top. I lay there, just relishing the feel of the three of us together, the feel of Andrew so deeply inside of me, of his arm pulling me even tighter. I could die in those arms.

My cheek was on Andrew’s chest as I looked into Dee Dee’s eyes. She had the contented happy smile she so often wears. Dee Dee must be the most secure and happy person on earth. She radiates such nurturing warmth. No wonder Andrew and I love her so.

I was there innocently riding Andrew, just making the slightest of motions to keep up the contact between his manhood and my womanhood, when it hit me. There was no build up that I was consciously aware of. I was suddenly so very aroused. I began wildly humping, moving ever more rapidly up and down his shaft. I let out a loud moan and I was having a massive shuddering climax, my pussy convulsing around his member. My eyes closed in ecstasy as I let the feelings of fulfilled arousal and romantic lust overwhelm me.

I opened my eyes to find Dee Dee staring at me, still wearing her Mona Lisa-like smile. I could see by her look that she was happy for me. I was happy for me. Andrew loves me. As awful as I am, he loves me. I can feel it in my heart. I can see it in his eyes. We three have a love that transcends all else. I’ll never do anything to threaten that again.

Emma’s Story

I could feel that Momma Donnie was finished. I don’t usually eaves-drop on my parents (it pisses Daddy off if he thinks we are doing that), but they are so emotional we kids have trouble tuning them out sometimes. Besides, I needed to talk to them and I didn’t want to interrupt at an embarrassing time. It wouldn’t be embarrassing for me, but they are so sapien. So I waited till Donnie was finished.

I knocked. I heard Daddy say to come in. My parents were lying in bed, all wrapped in each other. One of my favorite things is to feel their love for one another. I want to help them feel that too.

Sometimes Momma Donnie is afraid of losing Daddy’s love. She doesn’t understand that it can never happen. I want to help her understand that.

All three of them smiled at me when I went into the room. They didn’t mind me being there. And they were interested in why I was there. After all, we kids never interrupt our parents when they are making love. It’s one of our rules.

I said, “Could I talk to you for a minute?”

All three of their heads were sticking out from under the covers. Momma Dee Dee and Momma Donnie were snuggling with Daddy in between. Daddy’s nice to snuggle with. I do it all the time when we are watching movies.

Dee Dee said, “What do you want to talk about, honey?”

I said, “I need to talk to you about something. You had a problem and maybe I started it by opening my mouth. I like to open my mouth.”

Daddy said, “It wasn’t your fault, Emmy. You just told the truth. Maybe sometimes we don’t need to hear all the truth all of the time. But what happened wasn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t get my point. “Daddy, I know it wasn’t my fault. I just gave you some information. Then you three went crazy. I think we need to talk about your relationship.”

Donnie said, “What are you talking about? You’re our little girl and we love you. But you have no business interfering in our relationship.”

I said, “I’m sorry, Momma, but I know more about your relationship than you do. I think I can help you understand each other better.”

Daddy intervened. He appreciates my mind more than either of my mothers. They’ve never really understood how smart we are. To them we are their sweet and talented little boys and girls. Daddy knows better.

“If you have something you think will help, Emmy, we’ll listen. But this better be good.”

I said, “Well your problems all started with one of Daddy’s ridiculous theories.”

Both of my mothers laughed. Daddy said, “You’re cutting me to the quick, here. Which theory are we referring to?”

I said, “It’s that silly ‘chemical attractors’ thing. You talk about it so much I think that Donnie and Dee Dee actually believe it. But it’s not only stupid, it’s dangerous.”

Daddy looked hurt. “Stupid? Dangerous? Maybe you better explain yourself.”

I said, “Daddy, you’ve convinced yourself that your relationship is built on some sort of chemical attraction that none of you can fight. Don’t you see that Donnie might think that as she gets older and enters menopause that her body chemistry might change enough to turn off the chemical attraction?”

Daddy looked shocked. I could see tears forming in Momma Donnie’s eyes. Daddy said, “Donnie, you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

She said, “I don’t know. I guess that the thought had crossed my mind. I’m old, Andrew. Menopause is right around the corner. What then?”

I jumped in. “Daddy, your theory sucks.”

He said, “Well, do you have a better one?” rather petulantly for a thirty-four year old man, I thought.

I said, “Actually, I do. Had it occurred to you that it might just be love?”

He frowned. “That isn’t the point, Emmy. We felt like this from the first moment we met. Love doesn’t work that way.”

I said, “Why not? All three of you are special people for Homo sapiens. You must be or you wouldn’t have given birth to New Man. Would you like to know how I think it happened?”

Dee Dee jumped in. “Oh, yes, Emma. I certainly would love to hear this. I’ve always thought that Andrew’s theory was more amusing than factual. I personally never took it that seriously, though apparently Donnie did.”

Daddy looked at Momma Dee Dee with his mouth open. “You don’t buy my ‘chemical attractors’ theory? Why not?”

Dee Dee kissed Daddy on the cheek. “Don’t be hurt, Andrew. That theory gave me an excuse to seduce you, so it served its purpose. But it is just a little silly, don’t you think?”

Daddy turned to me. “Okay then Miss Big Mouth. Let’s hear the official New Man theory.”

“Daddy, it’s more than a theory. Let me explain. First, you and Dee Dee talked on the phone a lot before you met, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “Well, yes. So what?”

“So you started to know each other even before you met. And you both liked each other. You liked each other’s minds. You both needed someone who was intelligent and who respected your intelligence as well.

The important factor that you haven’t considered is empathy. The things that separate New Man from Homo sapiens are intelligence and empathy. The telepathy part is a subset of empathy, I think. But all three of you are in the upper one percentile of H. sapiens for both intelligence and empathy. That’s unusual.

Dee Dee and Donnie have the empathy that many identical twins have, multiplied by the fact that they are fourth generation identical twins. Each generation was more empathic than the previous one. It has reached the point that you are almost telempathic with each other. You must have noticed.”

Momma Dee Dee and Momma Donnie looked at each other. They shared an embarrassed smile. I knew what they were thinking. I can read their thoughts, after all. They did notice. Most of their shared empathy was during sex. That is when their emotions are at their peak. I thought I better not bring that fact up. They like to pretend that their sex lives are private.

I continued. “And Daddy, you are just a naturally empathic person. Call it pure chance, but you are even more empathic than Dee Dee and Donnie. After all, you felt us girls in Momma’s womb, and our Mommas didn’t

That brings us back to when Daddy and Dee Dee first met. You already liked each other’s minds. Dee Dee especially liked that Daddy respected her for her brain. And then when you met, well, you both were physically attracted to each other. You are both very attractive for H. sapiens. So you liked each other’s minds and found each other very physically attractive. And Daddy, you thought Dee Dee had a sexy voice. You were half-way in love with her before you met.

What happened was, when you touched, (you did shake hands, right?), the empathy factor kicked in. You felt each other’s natural attraction and your high empathy caused a bridge. You got caught in an empathic feedback loop that built upon itself. Each person’s attraction for the other fed upon itself and just kept getting greater. You were madly in love before you even realized it. That’s what happened. It had nothing to do with chemistry and everything to do with love. You love each other because of who you are, not because of some imagined body chemistry.”

Donnie said, “But what about me? How could the same thing have happened twice if it wasn’t chemical?”

I said, “You were both totally ready for each other when you met. Momma, you were prepared to love Daddy even before you met him. And Daddy was fooled when you first met into thinking you were Dee Dee. So when you touched (you did touch, didn’t you?)” - I could see by their guilty looks that they touched about as much as two people could possibly touch when they first meet – “you got caught in the same empathic feedback loop that Daddy and Dee Dee fell into. When Daddy found out you weren’t Dee Dee, and he must have suspected something because he could subconsciously sense a difference in your empathy, he found he was in love with you too.”

Momma Dee Dee said, “I like this theory. This is a good theory. Sorry, Andrew, but until something better comes along, I’m buying Emma’s theory over yours.”

I said, “Uh, Momma, I’m not done.”

Daddy said, “There’s more? I thought you covered all of the bases. If my wives like your theory better than mine, then fine. I’m going to withhold judgment for a while until I know more.”

Donnie hit him. “Andrew, don’t be a spoil sport. This theory works for me. It means we love each other forever. Even if we can’t prove it, it’s a lovely theory.”

“Daddy I have some bad news for you.”

He said, “What? What could be worse than attacking one of my finest theories?”

I said, “Well, you know this ‘sexiest man on earth’ thing. It might not be entirely accurate.”

He said, “Now what! You haven’t been ‘adjusting’ the polls have you? I should have realized it.”

“I didn’t adjust the polls, Daddy. I didn’t do anything, this time. It’s just that you are famous for doing a certain thing. People think you are the best in the world at doing that certain thing.”

Momma Dee Dee was amused. I think she finds everything funny. My Momma just loves life. “Go ahead, Emma. Say it. You mean that people think that Daddy is the world’s greatest lover.”

Daddy said, “Okay, where are you going with this?”

“Think, Daddy! Who have you been making love to? You’ve been with a thousand different women, but they are all IAM twins! For them you are the world’s greatest lover. Your empathy touches their empathy and you can feel what they need. You do all the right things for them because you can sense what is right for them. It’s just a natural fit.

But before you met Momma Dee Dee, didn’t you have lovers then? Did they think you were God’s gift to women?”

He said, “Hey, my sex life before I was married is none of your business. Come to think of it, my sex life after I was married is none of your business either. Okay, I’ll admit it. Sex was always pleasant but not spectacular. Sex only became spectacular after I met Dee Dee and Donnie.”

I said, “Aren’t you glad you didn’t go to bed with Helen? She would be the first to discover the truth. And she would have won the bet between her and Donnie.”

Donnie said, “How did you know about our bet, you little vixen?”

Daddy was ready to capitulate. “Forget it Donnie. Emmy knows everything about everyone. That’s who she is. One of the things that have gone down the tubes with the advent of New Man is personal privacy. It’s an alien concept to them. Still it’s just a theory. She can’t prove it.”

I said, “But I can prove it. I can make you understand it. I can let you feel it. How would that be?”

Daddy answered. “What are you talking about? How can you let us feel it?”

I asked, “Do you trust me, Daddy? Would you let me tweak you a little bit?”

I could feel his fear. He has this fear of mind control. That’s why he is such a freedom of speech advocate. He doesn’t want people controlling what he thinks or says, ever.

I said, “I promise I won’t be making you think anything or feel anything that you don’t already think or feel. I’ll just open the pathways that are already there a little bit. You three are so close to us kids in empathy. Would you like to feel what we feel? If you don’t like it I can change things back.”

Daddy had his doubts but I could tell that Momma Dee Dee and Momma Donnie were all for it. I could see that they were rubbing his chest under the covers.

Donnie said, “Oh, come on, Andrew. Let’s experiment a little. Maybe it will be fun. If you don’t like it, Emma can take it back, can’t you Emma?”

Daddy sighed. He can never say no to my Mommas. He is such a pushover.

He said, “Okay, Okay! I’ll do it. You better not screw this up Emmy, or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you over the head with it.” He is so funny sometimes.

I closed my eyes and just felt them. I followed their pathways. I knew what I was doing. I’ve been this way many times, just to see if I could do it. I just never made the adjustments before. I was telling the truth. They are so empathic already, especially for H. sapiens, that the change was a minor one.

I opened my eyes and my parents were looking at me lovingly. They knew! I felt it. I climbed on the bed and crawled on top of Daddy’s chest. I hugged him. I couldn’t help it, I began to cry. Daddy finally knows how much I love him.