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Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 01

By: thebullet



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

Author's note: Thanks to Joe J for allowing me to incorporate characters from Twice Lucky

Chapter 1

Prologue

We who are the shared memory of the Adkins clan do begin this chronicle of the birth of the New Men. Our thoughts return to the beginning of our race, when the sharing was in its infancy. And before, to the Progenitor – he who it was that gave us life but was not one of us.

By this means, we, the Star Travelers, shall ensure our knowledge of the birthing of our race. For without such knowledge we would be but like the Homo sapiens that preceded us, hopelessly longing to learn our true beginnings. Without its path to the past, how can a race understand its path to the future?

Beginnings must be carefully considered. I, Lena Adkins of the L-Generation of Star Travelers shall channel that Emma Adkins by whose stewardship did the infant race New Man emerge as the dominant species on planet Earth and by extension the known universe.

Our links into a significant number of the first generation of New Man through the Andrew Adkins genetic connection augment our quest. The Adkins clan remains the largest family of New Men, and through its sharing does the growth of the race continue apace.

I, Lena, will transfer the memories, parables, and stories gained through our channeling to permanent non-destructive storage so that the formative period of our race shall be available for study and contemplation to all that come after us. Thus will the history of the Adkins clan be spread throughout the galaxy, a tie that binds our race across the vastness of Space.

There, I think that sounds portentous enough to please even the stultifying assholes running this memory group. The more I reach back to Emma Adkins, the more I realize that a major component of New Man that differentiated it from the Old Man that came before us was our capacity for fun. Emma was the first of us to love life to its fullest. It's that capacity that I, Lena, wish to capture; thus re-energizing our race with laughter. We are becoming a stodgy bunch.

This I shall hold in my private memory cells. Shared knowledge of my plan may well cause the shutdown of the entire project. I do know that Emma Adkins will be a serious shock to our system. It's a system that needs serious shocking.



Part 1

Eamon Turner turned south off of the interstate heading towards New Man University. He wasn't sure how much farther he had to travel but felt certain he was close. In the back of his mind he heard himself saying, 'map quest it, you shit'. But his grandmother had insisted that he map quest the trip onto his onboard computer and that was reason enough for him not to do so. He is a man and he don't need no stinkin' maps. 

The eighteen year-old gunned his car down the highway. He rapidly approached a small energy-efficient vehicle that was poking along at only a few miles per hour above the speed limit. Eamon slipped past the pathetic little car, gaining speed as he went. Suddenly he saw a virtual sign that seemed to appear from nowhere; "New Man University – Next Right". He swerved his car back into the right hand lane, slamming on his brakes as he watched for the quickly approaching turnoff. 

Eamon noted that his heads-up display showed his speed dropping from 75 to 30 in just a few seconds. His mph continued to drop as he spotted the road and turned on to it. Eamon was shocked to see the words "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!" march across his windshield.

Fifteen minutes later Eamon was parked and riding the walkway underground to the University proper. He had noted with interest that New Man U. didn't seem to leave any footprint at all on the land, other than the access road. That road gently sank into the ground beneath what appears to be miles of meadows, farmland, and trees. 

The walkway carried him farther underground before emerging onto a large quadrangle. He had expected a claustrophobic experience, but instead of a metal roof he looked up to see the sky. Some lazy clouds were floating by. The sun was peaking out from one of them, slowly sinking into the westward horizon. 

Many people, most of whom appeared younger than him, were slowly walking towards their intended destinations. They were dressed like students everywhere: sweatshirts, jeans, sneakers. 

Eamon's eye was captured by the quick passing of something completely different. It was a girl. She was wearing tan slacks that lovingly hugged her curved behind. On top she wore some sort of suede vest over a button-down white shirt. She was very small but her curves certainly indicated that she was not necessarily very young. Topping this apparition was a floppy felt hat from which golden curls were barely peaking. 

Eamon knew he should continue with his business, but being a Turner knew that one shouldn't hesitate to combine business with pleasure. He hurried to catch up to this person, hoping that the front half was as alluring as the rear. 

When he was close enough he reached out and touched the figure's shoulder. "Excuse me, Miss. Can you direct me to the Admissions Office?"

She stopped. She turned on a dime. Eamon found himself looking down at an angel; blue-green eyes, blonde hair framing a perfect face. Eamon thought, "Oh, yeah! Life will be good at New Man U."

The girl said to him, "Honey if you can't find the Admissions Office by yourself you're at the wrong school."

Eamon was a bit taken aback. Her melodious voice and sparkling eyes belied her insult. He tried firing back. "But I'm a man! My Grandmother Muffy thinks that a man needs to be lead around by his nose. If you grab my nose I'll follow you anywhere, maybe even to the Admissions Office."

The girl looked at him critically. "You have a grandmother named Muffy? What's your grandfather's name, Muff Diver? Him I'd like to meet."

Eamon shook his head. "This is one weird place. I sure have gotten the royal reception. First your sign appeared from nowhere. Then, just as I turned on to your access road my car called me a fucking idiot. And now you are giving me a hard time."

The girl's eyes half closed and her smile widened. Eamon felt his heart skip a beat as he saw a light come on in her eyes. 'What a fox!' he thought.

She said, "I did that."

He was confused. "You called me a fucking idiot?"

She shook her head. "No, my Daddy called you a fucking idiot."

"But I don't even know your Daddy. Why would he call me a fucking idiot?"

She said, "Oh, I'm sure when he gets to know you he'll call you a fucking idiot with very little prodding. Did you pass anybody on the road as you pulled into the school?"

He nodded. 'Yeah, I passed some old geezer in one of those shitty little no-gas cars. Okay, maybe I made him hit his brakes a little. What's the big deal?"

She looked smug. "That was my Daddy. Not a very auspicious start, young man."

Eamon was thoroughly confused. "How do you know I saw someone on the highway? Where did the sign come from? Why did my car call me a fucking idiot? Why did you say that you did it? Then why did you say your father did it? And who is your father, anyway?"

The girl put a hand on her hip and twisted slightly, pushing her very shapely ass off to one side. She used her other hand to count.

"One: if you hadn't seen someone on the highway then; Two: your car wouldn't have called you a fucking idiot. Three: I didn't mean that I called you a fucking idiot. I just facilitated it. Four: my father called you a fucking idiot because he is the old geezer who was in the other car when you drove past him like a fool. Daddy believes there isn't such a thing as road rage. It's just that the person in front of him is driving like A MANIAC! And Five: my father is Andrew Adkins. Oh, and six: some of the kids have been playing with fiber optics applications. The sign can only be seen from a particular range of angles from the road. From every other angle it is invisible. Of course, if you are speeding, you might miss it."

Eamon shook his head. "Oh great; I've been here ten minutes and I've already pissed off the Progenitor. Hey, wait a minute. How did YOU facilitate it? That doesn't make any sense."

The girl smiled again. "It was my Christmas present to Daddy about eight years ago."

Again Eamon was lost. "My being a fucking idiot was your present to your daddy? Talk to me."

The girl talked like she was educating some backward little boy. "Have you actually been admitted to New Man U.? It's the heads-up display, of course. The car companies had been working on them for a while, but my sisters perfected the model currently used by every car on the road built since 2014. They were eleven at the time. Of course whenever they develop anything, I tell them what they can do to make it better."

Eamon found himself sputtering like a schoolboy. "What's that got to do with your father calling me an idiot?"

The girl said, "I gave him a black box that fits onto his armrest. When he presses the button, any car within five car-lengths has 'You Fucking Idiot!!' displayed on their windshield. Or he can point the switch in a single direction to isolate one car."

Eamon could hardly believe his ears. "You mean every car in the world has this feature built into it?"

The girl shrugged. "Sure, why not? Daddy might be in Hawaii or Florida or Switzerland or somewhere. There are fucking idiots everywhere, after all. Especially Florida."

Eamon felt he had fallen through a rabbit hole. He decided to let the 'fucking idiot' event die. He offered his hand instead. "Eamon Turner, from Florida.", he said.

The girl delicately fitted her soft, tiny hand into his large paw. "And I'm Emmy Adkins. I'm very pleased to meet another fucking idiot." The more she kidded him, the more Eamon was attracted to her. He was used to girls falling all over him. She wasn't playing hard to get. She wasn't playing at all.

The girl turned away. Looking over her shoulder she called to him. "If you want to find the Admissions Department, follow me E-man."

"That's Eamon!" he replied angrily.

Eamon stood still, just watching her walk. Finally he hurried after her, his eyes never leaving that small, round, lovely ass. Under his breath he muttered, "Follow the bouncing butt."

Part 2

Eamon found himself walking into a corridor off of the main quad. The girl palmed the lock of a door and it opened. To his chagrin, Eamon saw the name seemingly engraved on the door's plasma panel: "Emma Adkins, Dean of Students and Director of Admissions". Suddenly the panel changed to add the phrase: "Fucking Idiots Welcome".

The girl walked behind a rather plain desk and settled herself into the figure-molding chair. She looked him in the eyes. "So, E-man, what can I do for you?"

Eamon couldn't decide whether to be angry, embarrassed, or amused. "I suppose you are the person I'm to report to this morning. Sorry, I thought you were a student."

"That's the first thing you got right today! Apology accepted." Her fingers flicked across the touch screen embedded in her desk. "Let's see; Eamon Turner, Palmdale, Florida. Eighteen years old, undocumented alleged New Man. Desires admission into New Man U. based upon acceptance of said documentation. Also passes H. sapien muster with IQ exceeding 200. Well, gee, E-man, you could have fooled me."

Eamon felt himself growing angry. This girl's flippant attitude was starting to piss him off. He said, "What about you? How many other undocumented guys were you expecting today? You should have known who I was from the beginning."

She fixed her blue-green gaze upon him, a half-smile on her perfect lips, and Eamon's anger seemed to dissipate into nothingness. "Just kidding, E-man. Don't get your panties in a wad. Of course I knew who you were. I also knew that you could find the admissions office by yourself. I just assumed you were hitting on me. You are a Turner, aren't you? I am a girl, aren't I? I can add two plus two."

Eamon decided it would be best to just get down to business. This Emma didn't fit any of his known patterns of female behavior. She was intriguing. She was disturbing. 

"Uh, you understand that I'm not officially a New Man? How are we supposed to handle this whole thing? Will I need to take a test? Do I pay tuition?"

The girl held up her hand. "Hold on, E-man. You are a special case. Let me call my father and bring him in on it. I make the decisions," – he noted the sly smile on her lips – "but I'd like his input on something like this." 

Just then the door opened and there stood the Progenitor. He walked behind the desk and stood beside his daughter.

Emma said, "Oh, hi Daddy. Funny coincidence, you being here."

Andrew Adkins said, "What do you mean coincidence? You asked me to come."

Eamon looked at Emma in confusion. She grinned as shy a grin as she was capable of. "Well, I guess I did let him know you were here as soon as you accosted me in the quad."

Andrew said, "Oh, I suppose you were the, uh, person who cut me off coming into the parking area."

Eamon nodded glumly. "Yes, I'm that fucking idiot."

Andrew smiled happily. He leaned over and gave his daughter a kiss on the check. "Thank you, Emmy. That's one of my favorite presents." He returned to a more serious demeanor. "So, you are the 'undocumented New Man'. Tell us about yourself."

"My father is Jake Turner, Jr. It's obvious your daughter knows a little about my family history. Twenty years ago my dad got involved with a couple of girls named Davan and Dina Murphy. They kind of got involved with the family business and they kind of live with him."

Emma's glance told him he was being oblique. "How do they 'kind of' live with him? You're saying that this is a non-traditional relationship. No marriage is involved?"

"Well, my dad already had a wife. My family is a little loose about inviting women into the group; especially beautiful women."

Andrew gazed off into the distance (there was a view of a forest scene on the plasma panel on the wall). "So you are saying that Davan and Dina are IAM twins. We don't have them on file, but if you saw the filing system we inherited from Doris Johns when we took over here, you wouldn't be surprised if some people fell through the cracks.

"This opens up an entirely new line of questions. How many other undocumented IAM twins are floating around? And have any of them given birth to New Man? Sorry but we have yet to establish that you are New Man. Given your parentage you might be a legitimate H. sapien genius. Well, I guess there is one way to find out."

Eamon said. "Yes, I know about that. I'll have to mate with one of the New Man girls. If something pops out after nine months, I'm good."

Andrew didn't think much of the idea. "Hey, kid, I know she's gorgeous, but she's my daughter. If you want to proposition her, kindly do it behind my back. I was thinking more along the lines of a DNA test."

Emma jumped in at this point. "Look, E-man, why don't you go to the office next door. The lady there is Daphne. Tell her I want her to start the entry process. I'll be over in a few minutes and we can continue this charming interview. Go out the door, make a left and go into the first office you see."

After Eamon had left, Emma turned to her father. "Daddy, you know perfectly well there are plenty of ways for us to determine if he is New Man. All I've got to do is eavesdrop into him, telempathically speaking."

"Yes, yes, I know. But if you do it, be careful. When you were young, you eKids were probing everybody with your minds. I felt it, but most others didn't. If he isn't New Man he's close. He may know something is going on, even if he isn't truly telempathic. If you don't mind, I'd like to continue to keep that little secret under out hats, especially with this kid. His family could hurt us."

"What's up, Pop? Do you think he might have an ulterior motive for coming here?"

"Don't you? What's he doing, announcing his existence after eighteen years? We may have a spy in our midst." 

Emma smiled. "Daddy, you used to be such a trusting soul. If he's a spy, it's for his family not for the government, I'll bet. Maybe they want to check us out, had you thought of that?"

Andrew nodded. "I like to go through the front door. If they want to know about us, why don't they ask us? We don't hide much, just the telempathy thing. Are they looking for an ally or are they thinking we are the enemy? Get close to this kid, close enough to figure out when he speaks the truth."

Emma looked as serious as she ever did. "Daddy, there's something else we have to talk about. I know this makes you uncomfortable, but let's be frank. I'm not getting any younger, you know. I'm an adult. Even you have to agree with that! I have needs. So do my sisters."

Andrew looked uncomfortable. "Okay, okay, you have needs. What am I supposed to do about it?"

Emma gave him a very sexy smile. "Oh, Daddy, I think you know exactly what you could do about it if you would only relax. Come on, Daddy, please! I'll be very good and I'll stop complaining. What do you say, huh?"

Andrew was frustrated. "Emmy, we've been through this before. You're my little girl. Would you please get this bee out of your bonnet?"

"Okay, so you're turning me down again. Where does that leave me, huh? Daddy, you know that Edie and Eddie are pretty much self-sufficient. I mean that in all ways, if you catch my drift."

Andrew grimaced. "Geez, Emmy; do we have to talk about this?"

"Yes, Daddy, we do. Edie and Eddie don't really need a man. But Elle and I do. And we are the oldest. We're too old for every boy in this college, at least until today."

"Oh, so that's what this is about! You see this Eamon Turner character as someone who can scratch your itch. You thought by propositioning me again you would make this kid look like a great alternative! I'm not as dumb as you think I am, you know."

"Sure you are, Daddy. But I love you anyway. Daddy, I'm serious. It is going to be years until the oldest other boys here are mature enough for Elle and me. And I don't want to appear prejudiced, but it's unlikely I'll find any H. sapien men that will interest me. This Eamon is it."

"Sweetheart, I know that from your point of view, this Eamon Turner is the only fish in the sea. But from his point of view you're just another pretty girl. Be careful. And just because you are horny doesn't mean you should be easy."

"Daddy, I'm not going to be easy! But I'm also not going to be impossible!"

"Well you do what you must, Emmy. But please leave me out of the loop! I don't want to know! But tell me when you find out about his political intensions. If he is a spy, maybe we can 'flip' him, if you know what I mean."

"Then I'll just have to be a little Mata Hari! I'll seduce him, then I'll make him talk!"

"Emmy, please! I've never questioned your methods before and I won't start now. But don't tell me how you come to find out things. That will just make me an accessory after the fact. And it will also make me miserable."

"Oh, Daddy, you do love me! You're jealous!"

Andrew put his arms around his daughter. "Of course I love you; but not 'that way'. You're my little girl and I want to protect you from those predatory men out there who want to do the same things to you that I would have wanted to do to you if I were eighteen. Believe me, I know what this Eamon is thinking, and it isn't pretty."

Part 3

Eamon Turner lay on his bed thinking about this remarkable day. He felt like his life was turning upside down. His emotions were torn between loyalty to his family and wonder at his new surroundings. 

The Turner family had become one of the most powerful political forces in the country over the past fifty years. The irresistible combination of his Grandmother's business prowess and his Grandfather's penchant for success in every endeavor he attempted had created an empire. His father, Jake Jr., was if anything more talented that his parents, plus he had their financial resources and political connections to draw upon. 


Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 01



The Turners stood at the top of the heap in America much like the Rockefeller or Kennedy families of an earlier age. Like those earlier families, the Turners combined vast wealth with noblesse oblige: that call to service that drives a few of those born to privilege. To them, with great wealth comes great responsibility; a responsibility the Turners accepted gladly.

They were the most powerful family in the nation. But standing off to the side, almost by itself, was this entity known as "New Man". 

Here was a group of children who claimed to be a different species from Homo sapiens. The majority of them lived together at New Man University, a place that was becoming legendary for the scientific advances that seemed to sprout like flowers from its garden. 

And there was the Adkins family, who apparently controlled all that went on with New Man. What was their motivation? Were they dangerously power-crazed or unbelievably benevolent? Deirdre Adkins was president of New Man Incorporated, the most innovative hardware/software company in the world. Donna Adkins was president of New Man University itself. The Progenitor, Andrew Adkins, didn't appear to do much of anything.

Eamon's grandmother, Melissa Turner, had ordered a thorough investigation of the Adkins' finances. The results were most puzzling. The Adkins family had nothing. Both wives received minimal salaries for their positions. The family owned the IAM Foundation plantation, for which they had paid one dollar. They got the same health and retirement benefits made available to all employees of the Corporation and the University. But their net worth was a pittance.

Were they hiding money in the corporation? Further investigation showed that New Man Incorporated was a non-profit organization. It gave away most of what it made and plowed the rest into research and development. It looked like many of the best inventions at the university found their way into the corporation product lines, but that all seemed legal and above-board. 

That's why Eamon had been sent to New Man U. He was to worm his way into the New Man domain and figure out what really went on.

He lay in bed trying to understand what he had witnessed today. The Progenitor didn't act like he controlled anything, even his own daughter. He was more like middle management called in for consultation. 

But the Progenitor's daughter: here was the most beautiful and exciting thing Eamon had ever seen. Her alluring body, her lovely face, even her playful insults seemed to beckon to him. He felt drawn to her in an almost spiritual way. She frightened him almost as much as she excited him. Hers was a siren-song that could ruin him - or complete him? Damn, but he sure wanted to find out which.

And the physical plant of New Man U. itself was incredible. That ceiling! It looked like there was no ceiling at all, and yet Eamon knew that he was at least sixty feet underground. Was it a monster plasma panel? Was it fiber optics? What the hell was it? And he had even felt a breeze blowing. Even though they were underground, the sensation that they were outside was complete.

Eamon hadn't noticed Emma Adkins doing anything other than walking and talking. And yet she had summoned her father and even changed the lettering on her door. She must carry her own on-board computer. Where is it? How does she control it?

Eamon felt like he had walked into the next century. And yet everyone seems so calm. Everything seems so normal. Except of course, everyone his age or under are super-geniuses. 

They didn't put this on for his benefit. They hardly noticed he was there. But Eamon didn't need any more convincing. His eyes and heart told him that New Man is the real deal. 

Eamon slipped under the covers, his thoughts turning to Emma Adkins. E-man; she calls him E-man. This sexy thing can yank his chain at will and all it does is make her more attractive. Eamon had lost his virginity when he was fourteen years old. Every girl close to his age seemed to be available. After all, he was tall, strong, good looking, brilliant, and a Turner. Girls fell into his lap, just as they had for his brother, his father, and his grandfather. 

But all those girls suddenly seemed shallow. He somehow knew that he could add the IQ's of ever girl he had bedded to date and they wouldn't equal the intelligence of Emmy Adkins. 

Her casual sexiness and those eyes that seemed to have a life of their own; her smile that held a thousand meanings; that perfect, perfect ass: all were made to seduce. Every aspect of her being made him think of forever; what a frightening thought! He had yet to hear a hundred words from her lips and he was already under her spell. For the first time in his young life, the word 'love' crept into the background of Eamon Turner's thoughts.

Eamon's hand slid under the covers and began massaging his penis. His eyes were closed as once again he envisioned that small round ass walking away from him, bouncing from side to side in a tight little dance of seduction. He began pounding his hardness. 'Fuck', he thought to himself, 'she's sexier clothed than any naked woman I've ever been with'. 

He once again saw those silky smooth smiling lips. He imagined them wrapping themselves around his now throbbing erection; softly sexily sucking, driving him crazy with lust. Eamon's hips lifted from the bed as his seed surged from his cock, splashing strings of semen onto the skin of his chest. 

Eamon collapsed in exhaustion and frustration. He had to have her. She had to be his. He couldn't take being near her and not having her. That would be too much for him to bear. 

Not for the first time today, Eamon realized that he wanted Emmy Adkins now, often and forever. He capitulated to her charm. He was seduced by her spell. She was the only thing he ever needed and didn't yet have. 

After he had cleaned himself he was finally relaxed enough to go to sleep. As he drifted off he felt as if he could hear her in his mind. She seemed to be saying, "Be one with me my love. Complete me. Take me. I'm yours."



Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 02



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

Part 4

Eamon Turner woke from a restless, dream-filled sleep. As his eyes opened slowly he realized he had his hand wrapped around a raging hard-on. 

'This is ridiculous', he thought. 'I'm going to go crazy at this place. This girl is driving me nuts!'

He pulled his fist off of his pecker with disgust. How long had it been since he had to resort to that kind of relief? Girls were a dime a dozen. Why was he so fixated on just one? Hell, he knew the answer before he even asked it. There's only one Emmy. 

A bell sounded on his desktop indicating he had received email. Who had his new address already? He popped over to his desk and touched the envelope icon. 

All right! It was Emma, of course. She wanted him to meet her at the Admissions Office at 9AM. Eamon showered and dressed himself in the semi-official student uniform of jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers. But he wore tailored designer jeans, sneakers that ghetto kids would kill for, and a lightweight sweatshirt that hugged his sleekly muscular chest in the finest cotton. He was a Turner, after all.

Eamon was quite satisfied with his dormitory room. It wasn't the huge ostentatious bedroom he was used to, but it was functional and filled his immediate needs. Sometimes he wondered if he should tone down his lifestyle a bit. 

He had found the controls for his plasma walls in his desktop. It was a simple matter to choose a style from a list of options, or download one's own to personalize the room even more. Eamon found it very odd that when he clicked on the option labeled 'AEN' the face of Alfred E. Newman covered an entire wall of his room. For the time being, that was the style he chose.

Eamon heard a demanding ring coming from his desktop. Two icons were flashing. He clicked the one with both voice and picture. He was glad he had when the beautiful face of Emma Adkins appeared on the virtual monitor, seemingly suspended in thin air above his desk. 

"Hello, E-man. You're looking rich today. Could we make our appointment a little earlier? There is someone else who needs to be there and her schedule is a bit tight."

Eamon wasn't doing anything but waiting anyway. He saw Emma was wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and a sideways Cleveland Indians baseball cap. She looked like a child; an extremely sexy child. 

"Uh, sure, Emma. When do you want me to come over?"

"Come over now if you can. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I was just about to hunt up the cafeteria when you called." Eamon hadn't even thought about breakfast. When he spoke to Emma, it wasn't food he was hungry for.

"Well come on over. We'll have a little breakfast with our meeting."

Eamon walked out of his dorm room, down a corridor and into the quad again. He hadn't noticed yesterday that at the far end of the quad was a statue. He altered his course to swing by the statue. When he got close enough he saw it was Alfred E. Newman. 'Damn', he thought. 'Someone around here is in to bad puns.'

He knocked once and then entered Emma Adkins' office. There was no one in the outer office but he noticed a door was open in a back wall. He remembered that yesterday the entire wall was some scene from a forest. He hadn't seen a door. 

Peeking through the door he called, "Hello, is anyone there?"

A beautiful baseball-capped head appeared and again he felt a rush of adrenalin. It said, "Oh, hello. You must be Eamon Turner."

Eamon walked into the room and once again was entranced by the vision of beauty before him. He said, "Well, yeah. I'm the same guy who was in here yesterday. I haven't changed since then."

The beautiful face laughed: a soft tinkling bell-like sound. "Well I have. I'm afraid you are mistaking me for someone else."

Eamon felt a soft tapping on his back. He turned around and was startled to see the exact double of the girl standing in front of him.

The new girl said, "Don't freak out, E-man. It's only me. That person over there is obviously my sister. Here name is Elle. Close your mouth and say hello to Elle, E-man."

"Hello, Elle. I'm sorry for the mistaken identity. I don't suppose it's anything new in your life, though." Eamon was stunned. Stunned by the double dose of loveliness before him, stunned that he could speak in coherent sentences. His first thought was: 'And I thought there was only one Emmy!' His second thought was: 'Someone is going to have the harem of a lifetime.' The Turner men leaned towards unofficial harems.

The one he thought was Elle said, "Come in and sit down at the conference table. We have fruits and some whole-grain cereal for breakfast. If you are a meat eater, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer this morning."

Eamon sat on one side of the table, the two girls sat on the other side. He was enchanted. Emma had overwhelmed him yesterday, but this! He placed some fruit on his plate and pretended to nibble at it. All he wanted to do was look at them.

As he watched them he realized there were subtle differences. He couldn't even identify what the differences were, but he knew which girl was which. He said to the one on the right, "Emma, what do we need to talk about?"

Emma smiled and her eyes lit like fire. Eamon felt himself sinking even deeper into them. "Actually, E-man, you've just passed the first test. You've pretty much proven you are New Man."

He was confused. "I did? How did I do that?"

The other twin spoke. Her voice was identical to Emma's. It even had that lilting touch of laughter. "Why you can tell us apart, of course. Daddy is the only H. sapien that can tell us apart. Well, our Mommas can too, but they are a special case. We had to teach them how to do it."

He realized that they were correct in the fact that he really could tell them apart. But he didn't have the foggiest notion why. They were spitting images of each other. He couldn't see one difference from their flawless skin to their perfect shapes to their lovely faces to their expressive eyes. They were even dressed the same.

Then how the hell could he tell them apart?

Speaking to Emma he said, "By telling you apart that makes me New Man?"

Emma shook her head. "Yes, E-man. We aren't into heavy testing here. This is a kind of binary test, on or off, yes or no. You can tell us apart or you can't. You can, therefore you are: New Man that is. And it didn't take nine months, either."

Elle turned to her sister. "Nine months? What is that about?"

Emma lifted a finger toward Eamon. "Studly here offered to attempt to impregnate me in order to establish his credentials, species-wise. Daddy wasn't too thrilled."

Elle looked enthusiastically toward Eamon. "That was awfully generous of you, Eamon. Was the offer just to Emmy, or did you include all the Adkins girls."

Eamon knew they were just playing with him. He figured he might as well play along.

"All the Adkins girls. How many of you are there?"

Elle laughed. "There are four of us. But we aren't quads. We are two sets of twins. Edie and Eddie are the strange ones. Emma and I are the normal ones, relatively speaking. That will make us easy to tell apart."  

"Strange? How are they strange? And do they look like you?"

Emma said, "Some people think they are stupid because they hardly ever talk. Well stupid is as stupid does. They invented the Newman AE operating system when they were four years old. When they were seven they invented Virtual Video. They also invented the heads-up display in your car and a bunch of other stuff. They just don't like to talk about it."

Elle said, "We aren't quadruplets, but we are two sets of twins with a whole lot of DNA in common. We share the same father and our mothers are identical twins. You do the math."

Eamon thought he saw a pattern developing. "The other twins are scientists, right? What do you do, Elle?"

She smiled sweetly. "I make money."

"What, you're an economist? A financier? What does that mean?"

"It means that I make money. That's what I do. That's what I've always done. God knows someone has to do it around here or we'd be in deep trouble."

Emmy said, "E-man, it's like my sister has a printing press out back. Daddy tells her how much and Elle makes it. That's the way it's been around here forever. Elle made her first million when she was three. By the time she was seven she had made over a hundred million dollars. Where do you think all of this comes from: the university that kids attend for free; the financial backing for New Man Inc.; Daddy's energy-efficient car; all the charities?"

Eamon responded, "Uh, I guess we had kind of wondered what your source of income was."

Elle said, "'We'? 'We wondered'? That brings us to the second reason for this meeting, Eamon. What are you doing here? You are eighteen years old. Our median student age is twelve. You are rich. You undoubtedly have been educated in some way. Tutors, I'd bet. Why did you come to New Man U? Do you have a particular curriculum in mind?

"Is it science? Sorry Eamon but you don't look like the scientific type to me. Economics, maybe? Your family has billions. It's been our experience that every family that has that much is somehow desperate to have twice as much. So do you plan to be a financier, Eamon?"

Eamon shook his head. "We have plenty of businesspeople in our family already. My half-brother Jake 3rd is going to eventually take over the family businesses. There is room for all my siblings somewhere near the top, but that doesn't really interest me. I have other interests."

Emmy jumped in. "Politics!"

Eamon's eyes widened. "You guessed that on surprisingly little information."

Elle answered for her. "Emmy is the politician in our family. She's perfect. She's a bigger dick than Dick Nixon or Dick Cheney and she doesn't even have a dick!"

"Very funny, little sister. Yes, E-man, I have been somewhat involved in the political process over the years. I might even have the same motives as you do. I want to try to save H. sapiens from themselves.

"So you came her to learn politics, is that right? Or was there some ulterior motive. 'We wondered' you said. Who is 'we'?"

Eamon hesitated. He had already made up his mind to tell the truth. He detected no evil here. The Progenitor, Andrew Adkins, seemed to him to be a well-meaning bumbler. These girls, the eTwins, were just plain hot. They could tell him anything and he would believe them. He wanted to believe them. He needed to believe them. But could he trust them? He had to take the chance.

"'We' refers to my family. My grandparents are interested in this whole New Man phenomenon. They want to know if you are for real. They want to know if you are honest. They want to know what your plans are. My Granddaddy worked most of his life to make things right in this country. Still there are a lot of things wrong. We wanted to know where you fit into the equation."

The twins looked in each other's eyes. Eamon could see that they were reaching some sort of decision about him, but doing so silently. He had heard that twins were like that. They could communicate almost psychically. What came next was a shock.

Emmy and Elle each reached a hand across the conference table towards Eamon. Emmy said, "You want to know the truth about us, E-man? If you really, really do, take our hands. But I'm warning you. Only do so if your heart is pure. If you are lying to us, back off. Because if you are, we'll know."

Eamon hardly hesitated. He hastened to take the opportunity to touch the two most beautiful creatures he had ever been near. He captured Elle's hand with his left, Emmy's hand with his right. It was at that moment he knew his life was transformed.

It was if an electric current ran from Elle, through him and directly to Emma. It wasn't a physical event. He could feel his emotions being stirred. He could feel the twins coming into his soul. It was so weird; so wild; so astounding!

The passion he had been feeling seemed to grow exponentially. These presences seemed to join his own presence. It was frightening. It was startling. It was arousing. 

He felt himself sprout an enormous, almost painful erection. He was panting as his blood raced through his system. He had never felt so alive.

Eamon stood, still holding the twins' hands tightly. He pulled them both toward him, trying to increase the amount of contact, even though the table was between them. He tried to be logical. He tried to regain his self-control. He released both hands and moved away from the twins.

"What the fuck did you do to me", he hissed? "Why do I feel like this? Was the breakfast drugged?"

Emmy's eyes were afire! She leaned closer across the table. Her lips barely grazed his lips. Eamon moaned when for the briefest moment there was more skin-to-skin contact.

"What's the matter, E-man? Can't take the heat? We haven't done anything to you except open our souls. Do you feel it? Of course you do. We wondered that's all. We wondered what it would be like to touch you."

He said, "But you touched me yesterday! We shook hands, I remember. Nothing spectacular happened then!"

Emmy replied, "We can keep this under lock and key if we want. We couldn't go around feeling like this every time we shake hands with someone now, could we? But today we just let it happen. We needed to know, E-man. We are even willing to have a spy in our midst. But we had to touch you."

Eamon felt he was sinking deeply into some emotional quicksand from which he could never extricate himself. Right now all he wanted to do was continue to sink. He was thunderstruck. 

Emma turned to her sister. "Elle, don't you have someplace to be?"

Elle said, "Yes, but..."

Emma shooed her towards the door. "I'll talk to you later. Right now I've got to talk to the E-man here. Be gone."

Elle stood and walked around the table. She put her arms around Eamon's neck and whispered in his ear, "Thank you Eamon. You're the first man who has ever touched me." She gave him a soft, sexy, kiss on the cheek and walked from the room.

When the two were alone, Emma sat back down and looked into Eamon's eyes. She seemed fidgety; uncomfortable. Her previously smiling eyes grew dark; as if they were about to burst into tears.

"Eamon, you came here to find out about us. Am I right? You wanted to know our darkest secrets."

"Well, yeah, Emma. I'm supposed to find out if you are good or evil, from our point of view. We wanted to know what you might be hiding."

"That's it, E-man. That's what we are hiding. Everything else about us is out front. Do an audit. Investigate till the cows come in. All you will find out is what you already know; except for this."

Eamon still didn't really understand. "What is this?" 

"My Daddy calls it telempathy. We can feel the emotions of others, especially other eKids. And let's be honest. We can read minds, too; again especially with other eKids. Most of us had experiences when we were young reading our parents' minds." Emma saw a light of recognition come onto Eamon's face. 

"You too, I'll bet. But mostly with H. sapiens, it only goes one way. They can't feel you, they can't read you. A lot of the eKids in that situation stopped exercising that functionality when they didn't receive any response from their parents. Of course, the majority of the first generation of eKids was girl twins. They were able to use telempathy with each other. God, wait till you meet my sisters! They carry telempathy to the nth degree!"

Eamon had been nodding his head. He remembered thinking he could read his parents' thoughts when he was very small. But the response he got from them was so negative that he stopped. 

"Well damn, Emmy! That's a pretty big secret to be hiding! But I understand why you keep it quiet. People would go nuts if they thought you could read their minds."

"If H. sapiens find out about this, we could be in big trouble. The Religious Right hates us, E-man. Do you realize that we are a living refutation of creationism? We are evolution in action. 

"The followers of the Religious Right are so docile, so eager to be led, that they'll believe any damn fool thing that they are told to believe; even that the existence of evolution is just a difference of opinion between scientists. The fact that there are no reputable geologists or anthropologists who believe in creationism never gets mentioned.

"E-man, the Right is this far from mobilizing against us. If they found out about telempathy, we would be facing violence. Daddy doesn't want to deal with that until the eKids get older and can take care of themselves."

Eamon nodded again. "I get it. Is it okay with you if I break this information to my family? We're just a bunch of Irish Catholics. We don't have any agenda for you to harm. Besides, I think that some of the men in my family have a touch of the same talent, or something like it."

"Tell it to the top, E-man. But they have to keep it quiet. If even a rumor of this gets out, trouble will start."

Eamon savored the memory of that touch with Emma and Elle. It was so intense. Somehow it felt like he wasn't getting the entire story from Emma. "Is that it, Emma? You can feel the emotions of other eKids? Or is there more?" He reached his hand across the table to try to take hold of Emma's hand, but she recoiled.

"Don't touch me, Eamon. You've got to learn the whole story right now!" Her eyes had begun to tear up. Eamon could feel her pain but couldn't figure out its cause. "We bond! If you touch us and we open up to you, we could bond permanently. You wouldn't have a chance. You wouldn't have a choice. That's why I sent Elle away! 

"You aren't stupid, E-man. You must recognize that Elle and I and our other sisters don't have much in the way of options, sexually. Edie and Eddie have chosen to satisfy each other. But Elle and I would prefer the old fashioned way.

"We like you, E-man. You know perfectly well that you are gorgeous. You're funny, you're smart, you're talented. Also, you're arrogant, you're spoiled rotten, you're promiscuous. Those last three things count against you, by the way.

"And you are very, very rich. Elle and I don't care about that last attribute, but to a lot of H. sapien women that counts for a lot. 

"But there is something you've got to know, E-man. You can't mate successfully with them. Oh, I know that you fit together fine. But forget about children. Maybe, almost surely, you can propagate with H. sapien women. But it is equally certain that the offspring will be sterile. No more little Turners on the horizon from your little branch of the family."

Eamon got it. "So I can't have a family with a H. sapien wife. But let me guess. I can have a family with you."

"Not just with me, Eamon, but with any female eKid. We are the same species. How could I make something like this up?"

"No, no, I believe you. I believe you. Which gets us back to the touching. Why did you stop touching me?"

Emma started to cry. "I had to stop. I won't force you to love me. It would be emotional rape! You don't know us from Adam. You don't know what we need. Elle and I are a package, E-man. You don't get one without the other. We're like our mothers in that.

"And E-man, you must know by now that I'm very assertive. You are used to getting what you want. So am I. Could we work as a couple? I don't know. Are you even interested in us?"

Emma had her face in her hands, trying to stop the tears. She didn't even notice the slight smile on Eamon's face. 

He said, "Emmy, what did Elle mean? She said that I was the first man that ever touched her. What did she mean by that?"

Emma was crying again. "Don't you get it, E-man? We're virgins! In every way we are virgins! We've never been kissed. We've never been on a date. We've never even been touched! 




Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 02



"This is stupid! I'm sorry we even brought this up, Eamon. Let's forget this part of the conversation and just go on with our lives, okay? Tell your grandmother or whoever what you know and maybe our families can do business."

Emma didn't notice Eamon stand and move around the table to her. She felt herself being swept up into her arms. His lips met hers and her embarrassed, painful tears became tears of joy. And still she pulled away.

"Stop, Eamon! You don't know what you are doing! I told you, this could be permanent. We could bond forever. Don't do this just because you are horny. You have to love me before I'll let you do this."

"Emmy, I've loved you from the moment I saw you. How couldn't I love you? You are fabulous, beautiful, funny, smart, wonderful. I love you. I thought you were supposed to be this confident New Woman. Why are you so gun-shy?"

"Because you hardly know me. How can you love me? Don't do this Eamon, if you have any doubts at all. Please don't. I couldn't stand to see regret in your eyes later."

Eamon pulled Emma close and kissed her tenderly. He felt her resistance fade into enthusiasm as finally she kissed him back. As they held their lips together, Eamon felt the energy flowing between. He felt the swelling of his heart. He felt the swelling of his dick. It occurred to him that Emmy felt that herself. 

She felt so childlike in his embrace. Eamon was well over six feet tall while Emmy was barely over five. His arms engulfed her tiny frame. He hugged her but again she pulled her face away.

"But what about Elle? You know her even less than you know me. What are you, crazy or something?"

"Emmy, Elle is almost as delightful as you. Honey, if you want to go slow, I'll go slowly. But don't hold back on my account."

Emmy reached up with both hands and cradled Eamon's cheeks, slowly pulling him to her in a soft sensual kiss. Again she pulled back. "E-man, this is crazy. But if you like it crazy, I can out-crazy anybody."

This time when she kissed him, he felt her small tongue shyly pushing its way into his mouth. It circled his lips then plunged into his mouth. This time he pulled back.

"Never been kissed? That's hard to believe!" For a beginner she was kissing like an expert. She was quickly lifting his arousal to a fever pitch.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I won't be able to say that after today. E-man, there are a bunch of things I won't be able to say about myself after today, if you know what I mean."

Eamon looked at her intently. "Hold on here, Emmy. We're just doing some innocent little necking here. What are you saying?"

"E-man, do I have to spell it out? I'm an eighteen-year-old virgin! I'm the oldest living virgin, at least in my species. That's a title I'll gladly pass on to my sisters, at least for the time being. Just because I'm a virgin, doesn't mean I'm virginal. I've been offering myself to Daddy for quite a while, just because I didn't seem to have an option 'B'. Sweetie, you are definitely option 'B'. But I hope you don't mind, E-man, but when I dream of being deflowered, it is never in a conference room."

Emma seemed to flick her fingers in a certain way and the back wall turned into a back wall with a door.

Eamon's jaw dropped open. "How the hell did you do that?"

Emmy smiled slyly. "No one ever said that you couldn't make a plasma wall look like a wall. Most people who are in my office don't know there is a conference room behind it. None of the people who make it to my conference room know that I have a bedroom behind that. Eamon, I have a long-standing policy of never telling anyone more than they absolutely need to know."

"Does that include me?"

"Sweetie, from now on I'll always answer every question you ask me. I'll never lie to you, ever."

"Emmy, that didn't answer my question; which means that as you made the promise to answer my question, you didn't answer my question. You may be the most devious person in the world."

Emmy laughed. "Now that's just silly. Do you know every person in the world? What you really mean is I'm the smartest devious person in the world; which is true. And it might also mean that when I try to be devious, I might be the most successful devious person in the world. But then again, you caught me on my first attempt to be devious with you, which proves I'm not the most successful devious person in the world, assuming I was being devious and not just yanking your chain."

Emmy grew serious. "Eamon, I'll never lie to you. I'll never hold anything back. You are on the top of my need-to-know list. I don't even tell Daddy how I do the things I do. But if you want me to, I'll tell you.

"As a first offering, I'll admit something that only my family knows. I'm the greatest computer hacker in the world. See, I'll tell you anything, even if you don't ask me."

The woman was a never-ending source of wonder and amusement to Eamon. "You are the greatest hacker in the world? What's a hacker? I seem to remember hearing about that. Didn't kids used to be able to sneak into other people's computers? That was hacking, wasn't it? But geez, that hasn't been a problem for a long time, has it?"

Emma looked at Eamon blandly. Her face showed the innocent look that her father had grown to fear.

"You bitch! Your sisters wrote the operating system! They locked everyone else out and then gave you a way in! Son of a bitch what a trick! What power! You can do anything you fucking please!

"Can you hack into my grandmother's computer in Palmdale? This could be cool."

Emmy held up a hand. "E-man, slow down. I thought we were going into my bedroom to deflower a virgin. Now if you'd rather play 'hack the grandma' I guess we can do that but it doesn't sound nearly as exciting."

Eamon stood up quickly and held out his hand to assist Emma to rise. "You're right of course. We can play with computers anytime. But one only gets to deflower the most beautiful girl in the world once in a lifetime, if that."

Emma smiled that eye-lighting smile that thrilled Eamon to his core. "But E-man, maybe you can deflower my identical twin tomorrow." And then she laughed.

Part 5

Emmy skipped into the bedroom, laughing and tossing her clothes as she went. Eamon followed her in, his eyes wide with the wonder of her fabulous body. He finally pulled his eyes away from Emma and he was confronted by a dark landscape lit by a million stars in a panorama of intense beauty. 

Emma said, "Did you ever make love under the stars, E-man?"

"How do you do this?" The floor, the walls, the ceiling were a continuous and unending rendition of a summer scene at midnight. The bed seemed to float in the middle of a field of flowers. 

"Eamon, I talk a pretty good game, but you should know that I really am a virgin. I'm eager, but take it slowly at first, okay? I'm not some sex goddess, no matter what your hormones might be telling you. I'm just a scared little girl who is tired of being alone. Take care of me please. I'll try my hardest to take care of you."

He agreed she looked like a little girl. Sure, she looked like a little girl with tits and an ass. Her small, round breasts were the most beautiful body part that Eamon had ever seen. Emmy smiled as she realized he was drinking from her beauty. She twirled around and then coyly looked back at him over her shoulder. Eamon was mesmerized by Emma's ass. It was the most beautiful body part he had ever seen.

Eamon began to remove his own clothing. His was dazzled by the beauty of his surroundings. Emma stood in front of him with one arm extended, wearing a shy smile and nothing more. Where her bush should be there was nothing but soft, sexy skin. Her puffy pussy lips seemed to be gleaming with her juices. She was a walking incitement to riot. 

Eamon tried to pull down his pants and his boxers in one swift motion. He groaned in pain as the head of his impossibly hard member caught on the waste band of his boxers and was almost ripped out by the roots.

"S'matter, Eamon? Are you in a hurry?"

Eamon closed the distance to Emma, then lifted her up and held her like a child, his left arm around her shoulders with his right arm under her knees. He gently kissed her. His intentions were somewhat honorable. He wanted to make gentle, passionate love to her. He wished to slowly fill her, bring her the pleasure she longed for. Only later would he fuck her senseless. He knew he had to do both.

Eamon laid her on the bed with her head on a downy pillow. She watched him with hooded eyes.

"Eamon, I've never said it to you. But I want you to know before we go any farther. I love you. It's true. I've been studying you for weeks, ever since we knew who you were. So I know you. I really know you. And yes, you are beautiful.

"But I've seen inside you, too. I know that your real beauty is there. I would have given you my virginity anyway, E-man. I'm just a horny teenager, after all. But today in addition to my virginity, I'm giving you my heart. Please take it and keep it forever. I never want it back."

Eamon was in love with loving this amazing girl. Each time she spoke she revealed another equally wonderful side to herself. Now he knew that the wisecracking, joking, cynical Emma Adkins was also the sweet, romantic, loving Emmy. 

He sat next to her on the bed, and slid the back of his hand along her soft cheek. 

She said, "I know that sometimes I'm a controlling bitch, E-man. But today, please do whatever you want with me. I trust you. I'm yours."

Eamon felt like a kid in a candy store with carte blanche. He leaned over and gave her another soft and sweet kiss. He felt the little girl shudder with the emotion. His hand finally made its way to her small soft breasts. He felt as if he were desecrating a work of art so he moved slowly, gently; too gently from Emma's point of view. 

She rubbed her hand against Eamon's cheek and whispered, "I won't break, E-man."

Eamon pinched that soft pink nipple, and Emmy emitted her first moan. Eamon brought his head down to Emma's chest and captured the other nipple between his lips, alternately sucking and licking it. 

Emma's eyes were almost fully closed. They were open just enough to watch her gentle assailant begin the ravishment of her heretofore virgin flesh. This was the moment she had dreamed of since learning of the existence of the undocumented New Man, Eamon Turner.

Eamon's fingers made their way down Emma's taut belly. In another circumstance she would have found them ticklish. But now they felt like fire. Her stomach muscles involuntarily pulled away from the burning fingers as her hips rose, searching for stimulation.

His hand wandered further south, over her soft naked mound, finally reaching the holy land. One finger slid along the swollen outer passage of her pussy, evoking another moan from Emma. 

'Damn, she's wet already!' thought Eamon. 'This girl is made to fuck!'

His finger barely parted her lips as he made a pass in the opposite direction. Emma's hips were beginning to rotate along the axis of his movement, trying to force his finger deeper. His finger stroked her gently, never insinuating itself into Emma's pussy.

"Eamon, please! I promise in the future you can abuse me, torture me, do whatever you want to me. Anything! But please, Eamon, don't make me wait today! Don't torture me now. Please, honey, please!"

Her arms had reached around Eamon's chest in a ridiculous attempt to pull his large frame on top of her tiny body. Finally he relented and moved of his own accord until he was on top of her, laying his well-muscled body atop her small soft frame. 

Like most virgins, Emmy's emotions were equal parts fear and eagerness. 

In a little girl's voice she said, "You are so big and I'm so tiny. I'm not even sure that monster can fit in me. Maybe I should start small and work up to you."

Eamon laughed. At her hour of truth, Emmy still saw the humor of the situation. But he didn't intend to hurt her. He thought he could make her passage into womanhood relatively pain-free, as long as he could control his own lust. 

Eamon took hold of his manhood and rubbed the large helmet of his cock-head along Emmy's puffy pussy lips. Almost automatically, Emmy's legs, which had been flat on the bed, rose up; her knees spread wide and drew themselves closer to her chest. Her legs were splayed as wide as her little body would allow, her tiny feet pointed straight up in the air as her body surrendered itself to Eamon's dick.

Emma's pussy was dripping with her arousal and fear. Eamon's dick moved easily along its fringes, and still he failed to enter her. Very slowly the head of his dick insinuated itself into Emma's pussy. Eamon saw the look of concentration, pain, and fear on her face, all subordinate to her passion.

Instead of driving forward, Eamon used just the head of his dick to slowly saw back and forth. He made sure that Emma's already prominent clit was receiving the attention it deserved as he pulled only marginally in and out.

Emmy's breath came in gasps. Her hips were moving with the motion of Eamon's dick, pushing onto him each time the head threatened to enter her. Her movements became more and more sporadic. She began to moan, to mumble, then to spew almost meaningless words. 

"Oh yeah! Yes, Eamon you feel so good! Harder, do it harder! Please, do it! Oh God! Don't stop! God, oh God!" 

Emma's words grew louder as she approached her first non-self induced orgasm. Suddenly she froze. Her toes curled and her entire body started clenching like a fist. A soft scream grew louder as her climax overtook her. Suddenly she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was what Eamon was waiting for. He shoved his dick-head past her threshold, easily tearing through her maidenhead, and coming to rest fully enveloped in Emma's tightly spasming pussy. 

Then he realized that she was no longer screaming. Looking into her eyes he saw that she had passed out. 

'Christ', he thought. 'The poor thing couldn't handle the pain.'

He kissed her cheek, her neck, her forehead. He tried to bring her around, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. 

"Emmy. Emmy darling. Wake up baby. Are you all right? Please wake up, honey. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry."

Emma's eyes slowly opened. She seemed to be recovering as her eyes suddenly focused on his face. When she heard him apologize a lazy, satisfied smile lit her face. 

"Wow, E-man. You must have your Ph.D. in devirginization. I was waiting for all that pain, but all I felt was pleasure."

He was still worried. "Emmy, I thought the pain caused you to pass out! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?"

"You didn't hurt me but you damn near killed me. It's what my momma calls 'Death by Fucking'. She told me about it and now I believe it. How did you break my hymen without hurting me?"

"I saw a movie once. It suggested pinching a virgin's earlobes just before trying to break through. The pain of the pinch would distract from the pain of the breakage, so to speak. I thought it might be better to do it while you were having an orgasm. Did it work?"

She smiled softly. Her eyes were aflame, her checks were flushed. She was absolutely beautiful. Her arms rose off of the bed and circled his neck. She kissed him passionately. 

Finally she released him from her grasp. Still Eamon was buried to the hilt in Emmy.

She said brightly, "Okay, E-man. Now it's your turn. If feel like I'm impaled on a baseball bat. God it feels good! Fuck me, E-man! I bet you can't knock me out again. That was just a lucky first try. Come on, honey. I want to feel you cum inside me. That's all I need right now."

Eamon needed no additional prodding. He had softened a bit when trying to revive her. But her encouragement had him hard and ready again. He started slowly, withdrawing about half way, then sliding back into her. 

He said to her, "I can't believe you took the whole thing!"

He felt like he was encased in a wet, warm, pulsating glove. Damn it felt good. He increased the length of his strokes imperceptibly with every thrust. Before long he was pulling out until just the head remained inside, then plunging the entire length of his dick deeply into her. She was so wet and warm. It was as if her pussy had been molded to fit his dick. 

"Eamon, baby. Do it like that! Yes, honey, I like it that way. Harder. Maybe you can do it a little harder. Yes! I want to suck the cum right out of you. I want you to mark me with your seed! Make me yours, Eamon! Yes, sweetie! Do it! Fuck me!"

Eamon realized that Emmy was on a hair trigger. She was arching up into another massive orgasm. He loved her vocalizations. He had been with many women, but the ones he liked the most were the talkers.

Emmy wasn't so much telling him what to do as she was giving him encouragement; letting him know what she liked. And turning him the hell on!

His strokes increased from loving and tender to hard and passionate. Each time he bottomed out in her pussy, Eamon ground himself against Emmy's clit. She seemed to have a minor orgasm each time he did that.

But the mini-orgasms weren't slaking her passion, they were augmenting it. She became more vocal, more delirious, her head shaking from side to side; her fingernails clawing his back; her little feet crossed around his waste. 

Eamon knew that he couldn't last much longer. His own passion was growing as Emmy urged him on, harder and deeper, harder and deeper. 

"Emmy, it's going to be soon for me."

She whispered in his ear, "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up with your juice!"

Then she was shouting. "Cum in me! Make me cum with you! Oh, God, I'm cumming! Fuck me, E-man."

For Eamon, that was all it took. He felt his orgasm overtake him and he was flooding her with his semen. Her climax joined his and suddenly he was overtaken with a blast of emotion. He felt her! He felt her climax deep within him. Hers spurred on his. They were sharing their orgasm and it overwhelmed them both. 

Emmy was screeching, her eyes closed, her arms pulling Eamon deeply into her. Eamon saw white hot light exploding in his brain, flashes of red and green coming with each of Emmy's screams. Both were squeezing and pulling and clenching, awed by the enormity of their emotions. And finally it was over.

Eamon collapsed beside Emmy, his emotional gamut running from elation to shock and back again. The sheer power of it all was almost too much to bear. They had had a shared orgasm!

Emmy began to laugh. So did Eamon. 

Finally Eamon asked, "What are we laughing at?"

Emmy continued to laugh. Finally she calmed enough to say, "In a few weeks we are going to look back at this moment and say, 'that sure was a lame first time.' Don't you realize it, Eamon? It's all up hill from here. Each time we do it is going to be better than this one. It all comes from practice."

Eamon was smiling. But then he realized he was still hard. Damn, this girl was like his own personal aphrodisiac! 

Emma also noticed that Eamon's erection was proud and tall. She rubbed her whole lovely body against his and in a little girl's voice whispered, "Time for practice, Mr. E-man."



Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 03



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"




Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 03



"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.



Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 04



Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy 

© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin

Disclaimer: Swear to God, I never heard of "The Day after Tomorrow" until last week. I planned this plot line about six months ago. My loyal readers know that I would never stoop to steal a plot from a "B" movie. I steal my plots from much classier sources; in this case: "A Brain for All Seasons – Human Evolution and Abrupt Climate Change" by William H. Calvin. 

Part 11

Helen Randolph was officially the publicist for New Man, Inc. In reality she was the liaison between the Adkins family, the family's various enterprises, and the media. She interfaced with advertising agencies, issued press releases, and generally sheltered the Progenitor from having to deal with anyone he wished to avoid. Her husband Jake was the chief counsel for New Man, Inc. and New Man U. 

Helen suddenly found herself trying to stimulate interest in an impromptu and hastily arranged press conference. She had been shocked when she first heard the news. Emma had asked her to rush over to the University. 

She had walked through the quad, noting all of the beautiful young people attending the school. She knew she could use this idyllic setting to publicize the University, but the University didn't want to be publicized. Almost anyone who was qualified to attend already knew about New Man U. For the rest, the University preferred to maintain a low profile.

Of course, among academic circles, New Man U. was already at the top of the heap. That was what Emma had counted on when planning a news conference. 

Helen knocked once on Emma's office door and then walked in. Emma was sitting at her desk with her feet propped up and her eyes closed. She had obviously been daydreaming. As soon as she heard the door close her eyes flew open, her feet dropped to the ground, and Emma sat straight up. Helen noticed that Emma's cheeks were aflame.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything good, Emma." She was pretty sure she had.

"Well, uh, Elle is driving to Florida with our new boyfriend. I was just, uh, thinking of them, is all."

Helen smiled. "I'm sure you were. I haven't heard about any boyfriend. When did this happen?"

"Only in the last couple of days. He's very sweet and he's handsome and he's smart and he's strong, and he has... Well, you don't need to know what he has."

Helen laughed at the bubbly teenager. "Okay, I'll keep my nose out of it. But feel free to tell me about the good parts if you'd like. In the meantime, what's this about a press conference?"

Emma assumed her all-business persona as if she were flicking a switch. "Edie and Eddie have been doing weather research. They think the world is headed for ecological disaster, sooner rather than later. And by sooner I mean almost immediately. We are afraid that if we let the US Government handle this, they will bury it, spin it, and reduce or eliminate the sense of urgency. We need to make a preemptive strike because this is too important to allow politicians to decide how to handle it."

"What kind of disaster?" The words barely made it out of Helen's mouth. Helen knew the Adkins clan well enough to know that they didn't play games and they didn't lie.

"Helen, we're going to have an ice age. And it's going to start almost immediately. My sisters give us between ten and twenty years before glacial ice starts to expand significantly in the Northern latitudes. But long before then things are going to get bad. The median temperature in Europe will drop about ten degrees almost overnight. That may not sound like much, but believe me, it is."

Helen was shocked. "Is this real, Emma? Are you sure?"

Emma just nodded. "Sorry, Helen, but we are as sure as can be. Our instruments are the best in the world. Our weather satellites are the most sophisticated. Our computers are the biggest, our programs are the smartest. And when they are through with the data, Edie and Eddie do the final analysis. I'm telling you, Helen, this is cast in bronze."

"When do you want to have the press conference?"

"Helen we've got to do it as soon as possible. Edie and Eddie are polishing up a paper I helped them write for Nature magazine. That'll give the scientific basis for this whole thing, but it will barely be picked up by the mainstream media. We want to do an end run around the government and around the science journals and go directly to the people of the world. If they believe us, maybe we'll be able to salvage something."

"Emma, you are scaring me. What do you mean, 'salvage something'?"

"We don't think this is stoppable. The systems are too big, the inertia is too great, the task is too large. We face an inevitable ice age. People and especially governments are going to have to act immediately to mitigate the effects of the new ice age. We have a couple of ideas, but we haven't really been working on this project for very long. The whole world has to dedicate its resources to saving what they can."

Helen felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that the world would never be the same. "Well, I guess we better let people know about this, shouldn't we. How about CNN?"

Emma looked surprised. "What, for the press conference? Do you think we could do it there?"

"Why not? You and your father caused a sensation when you were on the Larry King show, when was it, fourteen years ago? Let me get to work. How about tomorrow afternoon? We want to be done in time for the evening news to cover the story."

Part 12

Edie and Eddie were pleased and scared. They were pleased that their opinion carried so much weight in the family. Still they had a residual fear that just maybe they were wrong. It wasn't a serious concern. Their calculations and conclusions had been checked and re-checked by the smartest people in the world. And then after the other students had their shot at them, the professors at New Man U. had also tried to find holes in their logic. No holes were found.

They were alone in their bedroom behind their offices at New Man University. Their bedroom adjoined Elle's. Elle's bedroom adjoined Emma's. The bonding of the four required that the girls have easy access to each other day and night. 

Emma was the talkative one. Elle was almost as bad. Edie and Eddie preferred to be with their sisters alone. When alone the sisters kept their mouths shut. Edie and Eddie found verbalization distracting and annoying. 

When they conversed together mentally, it was more a monologue than a dialogue. Somewhere inside there was a boundary that differentiated one twin from the other. But neither of them cared to look for it. The older they got, the more they felt as if there were not two entities, but one. 

"Emmy's going to be on TV tomorrow. Daddy will be with her, but Emmy will do the talking. She always does.

"Let's be sure her onboard computer has all the facts fully loaded. We don't want to distract her by trying to pass the answers to her telepathically. That'll be a disaster waiting to happen.

"Why should we worry about her? We've never seen a time when Emmy couldn't handle herself. In her own sick perverted way she's smarter than any one of us. Of course, when our brains are in concert, we're the smartest.

"Don't get conceited. She's the one who found us a man. We should be grateful."

"Does he know that we are part of the package?"

"Emmy told him today. He knew what she meant when she said he would get to know us much better. It excited him."

"It excited us too. Emma suspects we are gay. At the least she's sure we are bi. Maybe she isn't as smart as we think she is."

"She doesn't understand us. She lives with us, she loves us, but she still doesn't know if we are two or one."

"Are we all that sure ourselves?"

"We make love to ourselves, but it's really a very sophisticated form of masturbation. Everything we do is very sophisticated. Just because we masturbate doesn't make us gay. We are extremely eager to get our chance with Eamon."

 "The more we talk, the hornier we get."

"Yes. It's so sexy dreaming of Eamon. Emma didn't know we were with her when Eamon took her virginity. That was cool. Elle was peeking in too, but she didn't know we were there either. Everyone benefited from that. We still haven't come down."

The twins were looking into each other's eyes and removing their clothing. When both were naked, they slipped their small bodies into their large bed and turned in opposite directions. With ease drawn from practice, their two bodies joined in a loving embrace. 

Each reached her arms around the other's waist and gripped two round little bottoms, drawing them closer. Two sets of legs spread simultaneously and two heads dipped between those legs. In unison, two sets of lips kissed two sets of nether lips. 

Two minds focused as one on the memory of Eamon Turner's penis as two tongues entered already moistened pussies. Two small hands moved playfully between the two holes in each small girl. Two sets of fingers slid into two pussies, as two tongues found their way to two achingly erect clits. 

Two bodies ground against each other as they replayed the memory of Eamon and Emmy in the throes of passion. Their hip movements became more violent, threatening to break the lock between them. Their dance of passion seemed to be choreographed, as each body performed identically, each movement was mirrored. 

Finally two lips clamped on two clits, sucking and licking them until two bodies clenched in unbridled ecstasy. Both tongues massaged both clits, prolonging the passion, extending the ecstasy. Two small bodies shook in their release, and two brains almost ceased to function in the overflow of emotion. 

When it was over, one turned around and again they came into each other's arms, needing the intimacy of a warm cuddly body to allow them to ride out the post-orgasmic aftershocks. 

"Eamon will think what we do is hot. When Emmy and Elle see us do it, they'll want to try too. It isn't lesbianism, it's self-abuse. We just have a double-self. And we're glad." 

Part 13

Eamon and Elle pulled into the ranch. Elle was properly impressed. "Oh, you live here? All these horses! This is so beautiful."

Eamon replied, "Well, no, actually, I don't live here. This is my grandparents' place. But since we need to see them too, we thought this would be the place to do it."

They left the sleek vehicle in the drive and proceeded to the house. Eamon and Elle walked into a beautiful living room where a number of people were waiting for them. Had Elle the capacity for intimidation, she would have been intimidated by this crowd, as the majority of people were large, very beautiful, very fit women. Instead of being intimidated, Elle was amused. Someone around here loved amazons. There were only three men in attendance, all of whom reflected Eamon's good looks in different generations: the brother, the father and the grandfather, no doubt.

Eamon made the rounds, kissing a lovely woman who Elle realized was his mother, then paying homage to a still strikingly beautiful older woman. This must be Melissa, the grandmother. Eamon dragged Elle over to meet the women.

Sitting next to Eamon's mother was her identical twin. Elle approached them. "You are the twins. Where I come from, most women are twins. When did you discover you were IAM twins?"

The twin who introduced herself as Davan said, "Dina and I saw a magazine article about your mothers. Perhaps you remember it. It was in Cosmo. They told about how everyone from their generation had names starting with 'D'. How everyone from their mother's generation had names starting with 'C', and so on. Our mother had a twin. My mother was Cindy, her sister was Cathy. My grandmother was Bertha. Her sister was Belle. It didn't take much for us to realize we were the same as you. And we already knew that Eamon was very different."

Elle said, "Yes, a lot of people learned about my mothers through that article; especially about their tushes." She looked at Eamon, who was pretending he wasn't paying attention. 

When she was introduced to Jake Turner, she could feel the power he emanated. She sensed that somewhere inside this man lay abilities that were not unlike her own, but more ancient, more primal. 

Could it be that H. sapiens had come close to traveling the path to New Man before? Were there unseen powers within the genes of this Turner clan? Emma and Elle had wondered how Eamon could be a first-born New Man. All other New Man first-born had been female twins. Now Elle was beginning to comprehend.

Elle said to Eamon's grandfather, "I'm honored to meet you, sir. My father voted for you. Daddy claims that all national politicians are whores. But I've heard him say that you are the exception that proves the rule. We would appreciate any help you can give us with this matter tonight."

Elle was introduced to several beautiful, muscular and sexually ambivalent women. Eamon called them family friends and employees. Elle recognized them as harem members. The sexual dynamic in the room made her suspect that sex reared its head in many different ways in this family. Eamon's Great Aunt Deborah made Elle feel like a particularly appetizing piece of meat. 

Elle thought, "I'm way too conservative for these people. I hope Eamon can be satisfied with just four women. I hope he doesn't think he should be sharing us with his family. If he tries he's going to be in for a disappointment."

Eamon cleared his throat and called everyone to order. "I bet you are wondering why I called you all here tonight. You've all met my girlfriend, Elle Adkins. She has some things to say that all of you will want to hear."

Elle felt small and out of place among this family of Irish lords and their women. And yet Eamon squeezed her hand for assurance. And here in far away Florida she felt Emmy silently join her for strength. Recharged, Elle stood confidently and gave the assembled Turner masses a megawatt smile. Her eyes seemed to light up the room. Without a word being spoken Elle had established her bona fides. The family recognized her as a woman of power.

"Eamon brought me down to talk to you because you are just about the most influential family in America. We hope you might use that influence to help convince the powers-that-be that what you are about to hear is true. We need help because the world is in crisis and the US government for once has got to get its damn head out of the sand and lead. 

"I suppose that I have your full attention. My family controls New Man University. My sisters are among the scientists at New Man U. who have discovered that the world's weather systems are about to collapse. 

"Specifically, the Gulf Stream is going to stop flowing due to melt-off of fresh water from glaciers, reducing the salinity of the Stream. It is the heavy salinity in the Gulf Stream meeting the significantly lower salinity of the North Atlantic that drives the Stream. Lowering the salinity of the Stream will stop the flow.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I think, my sister Emma and my Daddy are going to have a press conference announcing this information to the world. We are in the process of passing our findings to the countries that will be hardest-hit by these changing weather systems. You see, when the Gulf Stream stops, the next Ice Age begins."

Many voices spoke at once. Elle let Eamon try to handle the barrage of questions. She had had her say. 

She felt a set of eyes were on her. She turned and saw that the famous Jake Turner was focused on her, a slight smile on his face. She returned his gaze evenly. 

Finally Eamon's grandfather spoke. "Wow. It's easy to see why our little boy fell for you, Miss Adkins. Welcome to the family. You belong."

Jake felt his heart stop as Elle gave him a breathtaking smile, her mesmerizing eyes burning into his soul. 'Damn', he thought, 'if only I were twenty years younger!'

Part 14

After the family meeting broke up, Elle and Eamon drove to his parents' house where they were to spend the night. Elle was not surprised to find three women living with Eamon's father J.J., along with several children. Two of the women were the D-generation twins she had met earlier. The third was J.J.'s titular wife and the mother of the other children. 

Both Eamon and Elle said they were very tired from their long day and their long journey. Begging off any late night snacks, they made their way to Eamon's room. When they arrived, Eamon closed and locked the door. Elle was suddenly shy.

Eamon approached Elle and encased her in his arms. Her head burrowed into his chest as they hugged. Elle was practically purring, and Eamon had the impression that she was like a kitten rubbing him for comfort and affection.

"Eamon, I need you to be gentle with me tonight. I'll do whatever you want me to do. But please take care of me."

Eamon was a bit surprised. "What brought that on?"

Elle revealed her fear. "I know that you come from an extremely sexual family. Mine is too, but in a very different way. God, I thought your Aunt Debbie was going to eat me for dinner!"

Eamon laughed. "Yes, Aunt Deborah is a true Amazon. She's sixty-eight years old and I'll bet she can kick my ass."

Elle said, "I could tell she likes submissive girls. E-man, I'm not submissive. I'll never be submissive to anyone except you. For you I'll be whatever you want me to be, and love it.

"My family is straitlaced sexually. We aren't into kinky scenes and we aren't into promiscuity. But within committed relationships, my family is extremely sexual. You've seen how my parents look at each other. It's like they are the only people in the world.

"You will have four girls to take care of you. We might look alike, but inside of us there are four different people. Well, I don't know, maybe there are two different people and one set of Siamese souls, if you know what I mean. Psychically we're not sure where Edie ends and Eddie begins.

"As I said, I'll be whatever you want me to be and do almost anything you ask of me, inside the confines of our relationship. But tonight I'm asking you, Eamon. Please make my first time gentle and loving. I'm not the sexpot that Emmy is turning into. But I love you."

Eamon took Elle in his arms. Their kiss was soft and loving. Eamon smiled at the lovely thing in his arms. He thought he was going to have to be especially gentle tonight.

But then Elle said, "Uh, Eamon, you don't have to worry about my, uh, hymen. It broke years ago when I tripped while jumping over a tennis net after a win."

'Whew,' Eamon thought, 'that will make things much easier.' Aloud he asked, "You're a tennis player?"

Elle nodded. "Emmy and I were State Junior doubles champs twice. I guess we had an unfair advantage."

Eamon grinned. "Well there is only one of you now. This you are going to have to go through by yourself."

Elle gave a little shudder, then stood on tiptoes and wrapper her arms around Eamon's neck. Her little half-smile showed him that she wasn't as worried as he had thought. "Yes, well I guess I'll just have to suffer by myself. Isn't it time you started to make me suffer, E-man?"

She gave him a soft sensual toe-curling kiss. He scooped her up and carried her tiny body to the bed. Fully clothed they lay on the bed as Eamon started to explore her lithe little body. But Elle did not lie passively. Her hands were doing some exploring of their own. They slid under his shirt and her fingers played on the muscles of his chest. 

"Oh, E-man, I think you've been working out." Her fingers slid down his stomach and into his pants. They immediately encountered his already throbbing erection. They wrapped around his cock and gently stroked it, the tips of her fingers barely touching his manhood. "Yes, you've definitely been pumping up!"




Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 04



Eamon realized this wasn't the shy shrinking violet she had appeared to be. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants. "Elle, we've got to get something straight. For tonight, you are the tentative embarrassed virgin and I'm the aggressive experienced he-man, okay?"

Elle's eyes demurely closed and then reopened. Now they were nervous, frightened eyes. Her head bowed as if she was afraid to look him in the eyes. "Yes, Eamon", she whispered, "I'll do whatever you want. But please be gentle."

Eamon had to laugh. This little girl was every bit as much fun to be with as Emmy. Her shy little girl act had fooled him originally. But now he realized that even though she was playing a role, it was the role she wanted for tonight. He also realized that it was the role that he wanted himself.

He nibbled Elle's earlobe for a while, then licked and kissed down her neck. When he got to her blouse, he slowly unbuttoned it, licking and nibbling her skin, lower and lower. When he reached her cleavage he realized that she had not been wearing a bra. Those perfect perky breasts needed no confinement or support. 

He slid the blouse off of her breasts and dove in, licking, sucking, and nibbling the dark pink nipples. They were erect and sensitive, and by now Elle had begun to moan. Her back arched towards him in response to the ministrations of his mouth.

Both lovers were still clothed, but that was about to end. Eamon was getting impatient. He completed working with the buttons and helped Elle out of her blouse. She was now naked from the waste up. He sat back to admire her. She shyly placed a hand in front of each breast, and then slowly lowered her arms to allow him full access. 

But Eamon wasn't content yet. He unsnapped her slacks and slid them down as she raised that lovely little butt off of the bed. Her panties came with her slacks, and Elle was nude. Eamon smelled her fragrant arousal. Her actions and posture were those of a frightened virgin. But her body's response was that of a woman.

Eamon wanted to go slowly, but he couldn't help it. He lowered his head between Elle's legs and his tongue sought her center. Elle's legs spread at the touch of Eamon's tongue and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She relished the sensual massage his tongue applied to her swelling pussy lips. She felt her own wetness begin to dribble down her legs. 

Eamon was between her legs, his head buried in Elle. Her knees seemed to lift off of the bed of their own volition, and she was now wide open to him. His lips closed on her now-protuberant clit and she screamed, lost in the sensation of her first orgasm. 

His tongue speared into her waiting pussy and Elle ground herself against his face. She was becoming wild in her arousal, her hips bouncing that lovely ass up and down against Eamon's chin, her pussy spasming around that insistent tongue. 

Finally Elle had had enough. She reached down and pulled Eamon up. Her mouth devoured his as they kissed, her emotions a heaving jumble of passion and romance. 

She pulled away and said, "Now, darling; I want you inside of me. I want to feel us become one person. Please, Eamon."

She felt the intrusion of his large dick at her entrance. She was soaking from her climaxes, and the big head popped into her tight confines. Elle's eyes opened wide and a light seemed to switch on inside of them. Eamon was almost overwhelmed by her beauty and passion.

He slid his penis in an inch or so, then withdrew. He began to set a gentle rhythm and Elle followed it automatically. With each thrust his dick went further into her warm pussy. With each thrust Elle's response seemed stronger than the last. 

Suddenly as Eamon attempted to enter just a little further, Elle slammed herself against him. He slid in to the hilt and Elle loudly moaned. 

"E-man, that's it! God, you're so deep! I'm fine, sweetheart. I'm fine! Just do it to me, please!"

Eamon needed no more encouragement. His patience was at its limit anyway. Eamon pulled out almost to the end and thrust back inside her. He rubbed against her on the bottom of his stroke, knowing her clit would rejoice in the pressure. 

He marveled at her ability to take his entire length and still be virginally tight. Damn, the pressure was intense on his dick. How long could he last given this kind of stimulation?

Eamon bottomed out again and then stayed there, just slowly rotating his hips to maintain the pressure. Then he rolled over onto his back, taking Elle with him. She found herself impaled on his dick, looking down into his loving face.

"Oh my God! This feels so good." She raised herself up so both knees were under her. He was even deeper than before. "Damn it, E-man, I think you're coming out my throat!" 

Elle began to lift herself off of Eamon's dick, then quickly drop back, forcing him deeply into her insides. She liked this position. Her speed increased as she felt the orgasm, the really, really big orgasm, build inside her.

Eamon watched intently as he saw the lust on her face, the fire in her eyes. Her perfect tits were bouncing in front of him. He reached out and pinched both nipples at once. Elle began to shudder as her climax kicked in. Elle's back arched, forcing the lovers tightly together. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to scream. The intensity of Elle's orgasm was too much for Eamon, and he began to pump Elle's perfect pussy full of semen. 

Eamon's climax augmented Elle's, and her screams became louder, more desperate. He felt her pussy squeeze the last juice from his dick. And then she collapsed on his chest. 

Elle raised up once again, looked into his eyes and then gave Eamon a searing, soul-felt kiss. She whispered, "Thank you Eamon. No matter what, I'll never forget tonight. You made it perfect for me."

Elle snuggled her head into Eamon's neck, then relaxed. Eamon reached down and pulled a cover over top of them and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Part 15

Several members of the Adkins family had arrived at CNN-Atlanta. The press conference was minutes away and Emma was sitting quietly, seeming to stare at the wall. Her mother Deirdre noticed and approached her. 

"Emma, honey, are you all right?"

"Don't worry about me, Momma. I'm just monitoring a few of the federal government offices. I told the government about the topic of our press conference early so I could keep track of what their reaction will be. It's pretty much what I figured."

"How on earth are you doing that?"

"Emails, Momma. I'm watching the emails coming out of the offices of the President, the Attorney General, the Secretary of Defense, and the Vice President. I've got a filter set up to only give me relevant stuff. Oh, boy is this relevant."

Deirdre suddenly saw the light. "You're tapped into the White House through your on-board computer? Isn't that dangerous? What if they catch your intrusion?"

Emma's gaze turned from the wall (she got better resolution on her virtual monitor against a plain background) to her mother. "Are you talkin' to me, Momma? I've been doing this for fourteen years. Do you think they are going to catch me now? Get serious."

Deirdre threw up her hands. "I don't want to know. Sorry I asked. Go ahead and do your thing."

A few minutes later Andrew and Emma Adkins were being introduced to those members of the press that were lured to the conference. Since it was being held in Atlanta a number of major news organizations were represented. Because the Progenitor was involved, some top network correspondents were flown down for the event, just in case.

Helen Randolph was completing her introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, allow me to introduce Andrew Adkins, the Progenitor."

Andrew strode to the podium. Because it was early afternoon and a slow news day, the event was being carried live on both CNN and C-SPAN. Across the nation, more than a few housewives' eyes lit up to see the still-handsome man appear on their televisions.

Andrew smiled and began to speak. His wife Deirdre was always amazed that he could speak so well in public when in private he was so easy to confound. His complexity and contradictions were some of the things that made him so continually attractive to her.

"Hello. My name is Andrew Adkins. I'm here today to announce a discovery that has been made at New Man University. This discovery is so shocking and the threat it poses is so immediate that we decided that our only course of action was to bring it to the attention of the public as quickly as possible. 

"As we speak, governments around the world are being officially notified of the findings of the university's scientists. All pertinent data is being openly shared with any governmental or private agency that asks. You of the press will receive a printed synopsis of our discovery at the end of the conference.

He paused, then continued. "By now I suppose this all sounds pretty dire and foreboding; so I had better get to the point. In a nutshell here it is: our scientists predict that due to global warming, the Gulf Stream will come to a halt very soon. By soon they mean that this could happen within a few weeks of today, or may not happen for several years. But it will definitely happen inside of a decade. 

As some of you may have already guessed, the halting of the Gulf Stream means one thing: Ice Age."

The room erupted as hands were raised and questions shouted. The Progenitor looked bemused but said nothing. He held up his hands to quiet the crowd of reporters. When they finally quieted down, Andrew continued.

"You obviously have questions, but I'm not the one to answer them. Instead I'd like to introduce my daughter, Emma Adkins. She'll take over this conference from here."

Emma walked to the podium. Andrew gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and then walked off the stage. He knew that if he stood behind her, the reporters would continue to fire questions at him instead of Emmy.

Emma assumed her position behind the podium. She stood on a stool that raised her height six inches, but still had to lower the microphone for easy access. 

From his den in Palmdale, Florida, Eamon Turner felt his heart skip a beat as he saw his beautiful love displayed for the world to see. He squeezed Elle's hand and held his breath. He hoped Emmy was up to this.

"Good afternoon, my name is Emma Adkins. I'm here to answer any questions you have. My father told you what is going to happen. Feel free to ask me about the specifics."

Again hands flew up and Emma fixed her gaze upon one reporter. "Yes?"

The reporter was momentarily taken aback by the beauty of the elfin creature who had called on him. She seemed to be a child. But she was definitely hot.

"I have several questions, Miss Adkins. How did you learn there is going to be an Ice Age? When did you learn it? And how old are you?" Several of the reporters chuckled at the third question.

Emma replied, "A), New Man U. has weather satellites constantly monitoring activity above and below ground around the world. These satellites feed data into our computerized weather models. The models make predictions about likely patterns developing and those predictions are analyzed by our scientists. 

For several years we have been enhancing and fine-tuning our weather model programs to more accurately reflect life in the real world. The programs have reached the point that they are without question the most accurate predictors of weather currently existent in the world, both short and long-term."

"B), as you might imagine, our scientists were loath to make any apocalyptic predictions until they were absolutely certain that their results were indisputable. They arrived at that conclusion yesterday."

"C), I'm eighteen years old. Does that answer your questions?"

Other hands and voices were raised. Emma nodded to a woman in the middle of the pack. "Why do you believe the Gulf Stream is going to stop?"

Emma said, "This gets a bit complicated, so have those guys back at your networks that pass for scientists check over the printouts we give you at the end of the conference. Better yet, ask reputable scientists who have received and analyzed our results. 

"The Gulf Stream flows primarily because of salinity differences in the North Atlantic. Water in the stream is significantly more saline than the regular sea water. This difference causes the more dense water in the stream to sink beneath the less saline sea water, thus driving the Gulf Stream. 

"Just to give you a feel of what has been happening, fifty years ago the ice at the North Pole was over 3 meters thick. Recent measurements have shown that the ice is now less than a meter thick. Why: because the ice is melting. What is true of the North Pole is equally true of land-based glacial ice (the North Pole is in the middle of the Arctic Sea).

Emma went on to reiterate what she had been told by her sisters the day before, explaining the story of the glacier in Greenland.

Emma looked around the room. She saw the raised hand of a reporter that she had expected to see. She knew in advance what questions were coming. For a moment she considered ignoring him. No, she decided; better to get it all out now. She pointed at the reporter and she saw a small smirk appear on his face.

"James Lauder, Fox News. Emma, (you don't mind if I call you Emma, do you?) isn't it true that many if not most scientists believe that the data related to global warming is incomplete? Isn't global warming just another scare tactic used by tree-huggers and environmental pressure groups to forward their extreme agenda? And aren't you a little young to be issuing such statements to the world? Isn't it true that you don't have a shred of verifiable evidence that you haven't manufactured yourself? What does a bleeding heart liberal college like New Man University hope to gain by this charade?"

Emma threw the man a look that shouted 'you're too fat for me'. "Well, Jimmy (you don't mind if I call you Jimmy, do you?), do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Do you only work for Fox News? Don't you also perform 'favors' for the current administration? Tell me, Jimmy, have you received any emails from the Vice President today? Didn't the Vice President tell you to try to discredit whatever was said at this press conference?"

The Fox reporter's jaw dropped. Then he feigned anger. "I'm a well-respected newsman and I'm insulted that some little teenage girl would have the gall to sully my reputation. You are treading dangerously close to libel, young lady!"

Emma smiled and flicked her fingers. Suddenly the wall behind her was lit by a plasma panel brought in just for the occasion. She had known she was going to need this. Plastered all over the wall was a giant-sized rendition of an email. Prominently displayed at the bottom of the email was the signature line: "Office of the Vice President of the United States of America".

Emma used a laser pointer to highlight certain key phrases in the email. "Check this out, people. In the second paragraph you can see that the VP suggests that our friend Jimmy here say that scientists feel data about global warming is incomplete. Paragraph three tells Jimmy to call us left-wing environmental extremists. Paragraph four tells Jimmy to claim that we made up our evidence. I give Jimmy points for claiming that I am too young to be giving this press conference. He thought that one up himself. 

"Let me point out that without seeing our evidence, the Vice President of the United States appears bent upon discrediting it. Is it possible that the Vice President's motivations are political rather than scientific?"

The room erupted in shouting. "How did you come by this document?" asked the New York Times.

Emma had no intention of telling the truth on that one. "I know this may sound unbelievable, but there are some people in the administration and at Fox News who care more about the future of the world than they do about getting the President re-elected."

"And let me add that we don't hold the current administration responsible for the coming disaster, even though their environmental policies have been reprehensible. This has taken the combined efforts of all of mankind for over two hundred years to bring the world to this point. And there are other factors that don't involve mankind that have also been leading to this. We've been at a 'between ice ages' stage for twelve thousand years. Another ice age was inevitable based upon weather patterns for the past several million years. We just helped hurry it along."

There were more questions. Emma answered one more. CNN asked, "When will the ice age start? What global weather patterns should we expect?"

Emma sadly replied, "Studies show that ice ages begin rapidly with severe climactic change. We should expect the ice age to start no more than ten years after the Gulf Stream stops flowing. As for other weather, well I guess it's obvious there will be drought. Lots of the world's water will be tied up in ice. Between that and increased wind patterns, we can expect severe drought in a number of places.

"When they hear the word 'drought', some people will think that means that they won't be allowed to water their lawns more than twice a week. Let me dissuade you from that naïve belief. I'm talking draught on a Biblical scale. For example, strong westerly winds may increase the rain shadow of the Rocky Mountains. We may be in for another Dust Bowl. 

"Africa can expect a drought that could last for decades. History would indicate that these scenarios are not just possible but likely. 

"While parts of the world experience drought, thus ruining crops, other parts will experience too much rain, thus ruining crops. World-wide famine is a real possibility. I'm not trying to create a panic; I'm attempting to alert the world that we have a gigantic problem that has to be addressed now. 

"Don't let governments bog down the process of planning by injecting politics into the debate. Insist on immediate action. The faster our response to this crisis, the more lives will be saved.

"Don't forget to pick up the synopsis of our findings before you leave. Believe us or don't believe us. But check our data. Find out the truth for yourselves. Do not be swayed by spin doctors. You will be doing yourselves and the world a disservice if you are.

"This press conference is closed."



Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 05



Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy 

© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin

Author's Note: Any resemblance to any Administration living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Part 16

The Vice President of the United States looked across the conference table at the Attorney General. He let the A.G. stew in his own juices for awhile. Somewhere there was a leak. He hated leaks. Someone was going to get his balls cut off.

Finally he spoke. "Bill, we can't have this. It's an election year. How did that little Adkins bitch get hold of my private email? Someone gave it to her. I don't know if the leak was in my office or at Fox News. But I want to know. 

"When we hired you, Bill, we told you that we didn't want any fucking leaks. Get the FBI on it. Get the Secret Service on it. I don't care if you get NSA on it. But I want to know who the leaker is."

The Attorney General looked uncomfortable. It wasn't his problem. It wasn't his damned office that leaked. But he was the one being blamed. He bit his tongue. Better to be still in the face of the VP's wrath. 

The Vice President continued. "Just do it Bill. Now can we get on to other things? We've had it with this whole New Man shit. Those people are going to be dangerous when they grow up. We have to do something about them now while they are weak. The President needs a finding. " 

The A.G. knew perfectly well that the President didn't need anything. The country was run by the Vice President. The President was an electable happy face without a brain. 

"What kind of a finding, Sir?"

"These people have the balls to call themselves 'New Man'. They claim they are a different species than normal people. Well okay, if that's the way they want it, that's what they'll get. The freedoms listed in the Constitution are for men: defined as Homo sapiens. Have your lawyers give me a paper telling me why we can put all of these New Men into protective custody. 

"They are fucking around building televisions and predicting the weather when they could be designing something useful like the next generation of smart weapons or clandestine surveillance gear. We could use their brains, but we've got to control them. 

"Since they aren't true men, they have no legal standing in the eyes of the government. They don't get Constitutional protections. We'll take them in, then start to spin it to the general public. The Religious Right already hates them. We have to build on that. We can sterilize most of them and then just allow a few of them to procreate in captivity."

The A.G. felt his stomach turn. The V.P. was one mean mother-fucker. He certainly didn't intend to get on his bad side. 

"What about the Progenitor? He doesn't claim to be 'New Man'. Do we just leave him alone?"

"What do you think the Patriot Act is for?"

"You want me to arrest the Progenitor? How is that going to go over? He's one of the most popular men in America. And on what grounds do we arrest him?"

"Christ, Bill, why are you always so negative. Alright, we'll leave Adkins alone. But I want the kids. Make it happen.

The Attorney General returned to his offices. He seriously doubted whether the courts would uphold this particular view of New Man. He didn't remember anything in the Constitution specifying Homo sapiens. On the other hand, the V.P. rarely allowed Constitutional considerations to stand in his way. The V.P. thought the Constitution was a pain in his ass.

The A.G. turned to his virtual monitor (a New Man invention, he thought wryly) and began to type the emails that would set in motion the incarceration of an entire species of human. Or so he thought.

Part 17

Emma Adkins perused the latest batch of emails emitted from the Attorney General's office. She shook her head in wonder at the audacity of it all. 'They have no shame', she thought. 'Ignore the message and kill the messenger.' 

She picked up her phone and hit #1 on her speed dial. Andrew Adkins' image appeared on her screen. 

"Hi, Emmy. What's up?"

"Daddy, we have a problem. It looks like the administration has gone off the deep end over this Ice Age thing. The Justice Department is developing a legal argument to show that because New Men aren't Homo sapiens, we aren't covered by Constitutional protections. Then they are going to arrest us all and put us in 'protective custody'."

"Well that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. It's like you are Jews in Nazi Germany; or Japanese-Americans in World War II. Nobody is going to stand for this. Well, how are the defenses at New Man U. going?"

"They are pretty much ready to go. We can't fight back much, but we certainly should be pretty hard to tackle, even with an army."

"Okay. I'm going to have a talk with the Chief of Police. Keep track of anyone who is outside the University so they can be called back in at a moment's notice. And Emmy; you haven't been very annoying recently. Why don't you be a little annoying?"

Emma laughed. She loved it when her father gave her free reign. "You got it, Daddy. I'll just tickle them a little bit."

Andrew Adkins put in a call to the local police chief. They had been friends for many years. Money from New Man Incorporated had put his children through college, as it had for many policemen in Georgia. 

The call went through and the chief answered the phone. "Hello, this is Chief McArthur. What can I do for you?"

"Chief, this is Drew Adkins."

"Hey, Drew! What's up?"

"Chief, I think we have a problem brewing and I wanted to give you a heads-up."

"Does this have anything to do with that ice age shit? Man that like to scare that crap out of me."

"Well, kind of. Apparently the Attorney General isn't real happy with us. I suspect the real unhappiness comes from the Vice President. But there is a rumor that the A.G. is going to arrest all the eKids at New Man University."

"Arrest them? What the hell for?"

"The story goes that the eKids aren't Homo sapiens and therefore aren't subject to Constitutional protections. He is going to claim that they are not legal citizens of the United States."

The chief laughed. 'Drew, that's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard in my life. That won't stand up in court, that's for damn sure."

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. "Well I just wanted to alert you to what might be happening. You might be the one doing the arresting."

Andrew heard the chief snort. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I arrest those little kids, Drew. They are every bit as human as anyone else, just smarter. If the A.G. orders us to arrest the kids, I'll demand a valid charge. Not being a human being is not a valid charge."

"Well, thanks, Chief. Who knows, maybe sanity will break out at the Justice Department. But I wanted to get you into the loop if it doesn't. I'll talk to you soon. Bye"

Andrew clicked off and stared at his virtual monitor. Well this is just dandy, he thought. Better get things in motion. They hadn't gotten as far as they had by not planning for contingencies. Living in the Bible belt was a constant wake-up call to the eKids, knowing that they were often vilified by the more extreme members of the clergy. 

Andrew placed a call to his wife, the one who was President of New Man University. His monitor lit up and the beautiful face of Donna Adkins greeted him, her eyes alight at the unexpected pleasure. 

"Andrew, it's so good to see you! Do we need to take an extra-long lunch break today? I've got nothing on my calendar that's too pressing. What me to meet you at the house around 12?"

Andrew smiled warmly. His Donnie was always eager to have a lunch-time quickie. On the other hand, she might not be so eager after she hears the news.

"Donnie, baby, there is something of an emergency going on. It looks like the Justice Department plans to attempt to arrest the eKids. They think they have a loophole they can use. Since the eKids aren't Homo sapiens, they aren't covered by the Constitution."

Donny actually laughed. "Has our Attorney General lost all contact with reality? Wait; even he is smarter than this. It takes a truly arrogant fool to come up with a scheme as dumb as this one. It had to be the Vice President."

Andrew countered, "If we're talking dumb, then why don't you think it was the President that ordered this?"

"Andrew, please! The President hasn't ordered anything but lunch since he came into office. No this has the mark of our devious bastard V.P. all over it. I suppose you have Emmy at work on our counter measures."

"Donnie, Emmy has me at work. She's running this show. I'm just a spear carrier."

Donnie looked at her husband lovingly. "Andrew, you are so naïve. Emma does anything you ask of her. She worships you."

Andrew looked skeptical. "It looks to me like she's transferred her affections to someone else."

Donnie smiled fondly. "That boy Eamon, you mean. I don't want to burst your bubble, dear, but your favorite daughter is no longer a virgin."

Andrew looked pained. "And which daughter might that be?"

Donnie said, "Perhaps I should have said daughters."

Andrew winced. "By the time that young pup finishes with my girls are there going to be any virgins left?"

Donnie shook her head. "Of course not. You know how it works in our family. But at least we can be sure that he will never finish with them."

"Well geez, you sure know how to bring me down."

"I'm sorry, darling. What can I do to make you feel better? I'm coming right over. We'll take a long lunch and try to bring up your spirits."

"Thanks, Donnie. I can always count on you to cheer me up", 'and think up an excuse to get laid' he thought to himself. "See you in a few. And hurry."

Part 18

Melissa Turner called a family council on the morning following Emma Adkins' press conference. Her son, J.J. her daughter Mikalya, her security people, most of them friends since childhood, and of course the family patriarch Jake Turner, all were there to receive an update from Eamon Turner. Elle Adkins was notable by her absence. 

Melissa addressed her Grandson. "Well, Eamon. You haven't had much time, but your trip to New Man University appears to have been singularly fruitful. What can you tell us?"

Eamon wasn't especially comfortable being the center of attention, always having been the youngster of the family. He took a breath to calm himself then launched into what he had learned in the past two days.

"The Adkins' are an amazing family. Like us, they have family councils. In fact, I attended one just yesterday morning. I was invited because I've kind of grown attached to..."

"Yes, yes, we've met Elle; a lovely little thing. Please go on with your story."

"Grandmother, are you going to let me tell the story my way or what?"

"Please forgive me, Eamon. I won't interrupt again. But come to the point."

"The point is you have the wrong girl. Or you do have the right girl, but she wasn't the first girl. Christ this isn't coming out right. I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted," he glared at his Grandmother, "that I've grown attached to Emmy."

Melissa Turner sat up at that. "Emmy? You mean the Emma on the television last night? What about Elle. You slept with her! And I assure you, from what I understand, everyone knows that you did more than sleep!"

Eamon was annoyed. Can't anyone keep a secret in this house? "Grandmother, do I go snooping into your affairs? If you must know, I'm with Elle, too. Dad, you certainly know what that is like, don't you? These IAM twins have attachments that can't be broken. My Mother was one as everyone knows. So Dad brought both her and her sister into the family. Somehow I don't think Dad considered it much of a hardship.

"Actually though, there is more. There are another set of twins named Edie and Eddie. They come with the territory, too."

Melissa sat with her mouth open. When she had recovered her wits she said, "Eamon, am I to understand that you've been out of the house for two days and now you have four girlfriends?"

"Yes, Grandmother. Actually they are more than girlfriends. They are my soulmates."

Melissa turned to her husband. "Well there's one grandchild that certainly got a full allotment of your genes. But I don't remember even you working this fast."

Jake Turner put his hand on his chest in denial and said, "Me? Hey, how did I get into this? Eamon is perfectly capable of going overboard on his own."

Melissa brought things back to order. "Eamon, dear, with all of this, shall we say, courting going on, did you have time to find out anything useful?"

"Grandmother, they are the real deal. New Man is real. New Man U. is the most amazing place I've ever seen. It's populated with child-geniuses. My girlfriends are in charge of much of it. Their mother is the University President. Emmy is Dean of Students and Director of Admissions. Elle is, well I forget exactly what Elle does. Mostly she is the financer of the University. Edie and Eddie are scientists."

"These children have incredible intellects. Andrew nurtures them, helps them grow, while giving them as free a reign as possible. Within itself, New Man U. is a totally open society. Everyone's opinion is respected. That's because everyone's opinion is brilliant. Andrew defers to his daughters' decisions on almost everything, so far as I could tell. 

"You saw how Emmy handled herself during that press conference. She's a piece of work, I'll tell you. You've met Elle. Grandmother, would you believe that by the time she was six years old, she had earned as much money as you inherited? She is a financial super-genius. New Man U. was entirely built and endowed with money that she earned on the markets as a little girl."

"But there is more to my girlfriends than intelligence. They all are sweet and funny. They are athletes. And they have other talents too, but I'm not going to go there right now. But let me assure you, these eKids would be tremendous allies of the Turner family. We should help them. We should give them all the assistance we can. I'm telling you, Grandmother, they are on the side of the angels.

"And Grandmother, if they say there is going to be an Ice Age, I recommend you buy a warm coat."

Eamon's father, J.J. was looking bemused. He said, "Four! You got four girls and they all look like Elle? I didn't know you had it in you, pal."

"Gee, thanks, Dad", Eamon said sarcastically. 

"And so, Eamon, besides the obvious improvement in your sex life, what exactly did you accomplish the last two days?"

"Grandmother, I told you. I've met the Progenitor. I've met his wives. I'm familiar with how they work. There is nothing going on up there that I don't know about or can't find out about. My girls don't hold things back, from me at least. They have nothing to hide, pretty much. You sent me up to find out and I found out. Believe me or don't believe me. 

"Perhaps you think I've been mislead. If so, you would be mistaken. I'm here to tell you that the eKids are the most important things on earth right now. They are the salvation of mankind, it seems to me. And oh, by the way, I'm an eKid, as if you didn't know."

Melissa Turner was mildly amused by her grandson's feisty nature. "Don't get testy; we're just trying to get information here. We sent you up there, you had your little fling, and now you are back home. What do you plan to do with your little girlfriend? Is she going to stay here, too? How about the other three? Do you have room enough in your bedroom for four women?"

"Grandmother, you have things backwards. They aren't staying here. I'm staying there. Right now that is where the action is. And as I said, I'm an eKid. I need to expand my horizons, and New Man University is the place to do it. My girls have jobs to do there, and so do I. I'll continue to report back to the family with my progress. I'll tell you what's happening there that they won't reveal to the general population. I'll be your little spy for you. 

But understand this. They had me pegged when I walked in the door. They knew why I was there from the start. And still they invited me into their inner-most circle. They told me to offer you their hand in friendship. Grandmother; Granddad, I think you should take it."

Eamon sat down and took a deep breath. In his head he said, "Well? Was I okay?"

He heard a small sweet voice in his head say, "You were wonderful! No wonder I love you so."

Eamon had a contented look on his face, knowing that he had pleased Elle, faced his family successfully, made his case forcefully. His contentment turned to surprise when he heard another voice in his head.

"Way to go, E-Man. You are the best."

"Emmy? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm still at New Man U. But I missed you. Are you mad at me for listening in? I'm sorry."

Eamon chuckled quietly. "No, sweetheart, I just had no idea this telempathy thing worked long range. It feels so good to hear you in my head."

Eamon could actually feel Emmy shudder comfortably as if she were a kitten expressing her pleasure. "You are so sweet. Elle, you take care of our young man tonight, you hear? Give him an extra-special blowjob. E-Man, I promise that both of us will be there. I bet you even feel me, even though I'm five hundred miles away."

Eamon's cock stirred with that bit of knowledge. He looked around the room at the various members of his family engaged in animated conversations, trying to make sense of what they had learned today. Eamon leaned back and basked in the glow of his contacts with Elle and Emma. 

"Oh! Elle, I think we've got the E-Man a little hot and bothered. Do you think it's fair to make him wait? He's been so good to us."

"You're right, Emma. Maybe we should just give him... what should we call it, a virtual blowjob?"

Eamon almost jumped out of his seat as out of nowhere he felt two sets of lips touching his semi-erect dick. The woman sitting next to him, Erika Johansson looked at him strangely. He gave her a sheepish grin and settled back down. Erika turned away and Eamon did the only thing he could do; he tried to look like nothing was happening.

Eamon felt a tongue start at the base of his dick and work its way up. Meanwhile the crown was engulfed by a wet, warm, inviting mouth. His balls seemed to be massaged by soft, loving hands. His eyes shot open. No one seemed to be paying attention to him yet. That wouldn't last if he let this go on much longer. 

He withheld a groan as he felt his entire length sliding down a warm grasping throat. He was hard as a rock. His dick was moving up and down, seemingly on its own. His fingers dug into his chair as he tried to maintain a semblance of self-control. Looking at the front of his pants, he wasn't surprised to see a rhythmic rise and fall in perfect time with whoever was sliding up and down on his dick, face-first. Eamon was frantically wondering if a virtual mouth could swallow real cum.

Then he saw that his mother was looking at him curiously. She walked over to him amidst the hubbub of activity and conversation.

"Eamon, dear, tell me. What are these other talents that your girlfriends have that you didn't want to tell us about?" She was pointedly looking at his crotch.

Almost instantly Eamon felt the wet and warm caresses cease. But his face had turned a bright red, embarrassed that his own mother had seen him in such intimate circumstances. A part of him was frustrated, but mostly he was relieved. He was back in control of himself.

"Mom, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

His mother gave him a secret smile. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, then put her mouth next to his ear.

"After what I just saw, I'm ready to believe anything."




Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 05



Part 19

Three teenaged girls were laughing and kidding as they edged forward in the boarding line. Rich girls such as them rode first class, so they were among the first group to board the plane bound for Cancun. 

They stepped to the last stage of security before boarding. The security guard seemed to be double checking a pre-printed list against the boarding list. Two of the girls were subjected to a perfunctory check. Then the guard eyed the third girl.

"Would you step over here, Miss?"

Joan Ashley was surprised, but she had been raised to obey authority. Without objection she stepped behind the line. She looked back at her friends, shrugging her shoulders. 

The guard said, "Will you please follow me, Miss?"

She said, "Will this take long, officer? We're taking off in twenty minutes."

She followed the officer into a small room where she was asked to take a seat. Before she realized it, she was in handcuffs. 

"What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. You are identified as a possible terrorist by the Department of Homeland Security. I'm not allowed to speak to you any further. I'll be outside guarding the entrance until the federal officers get here."

"But, but..." The girl was sputtering in her disbelief. What was to happen to her Spring Break in Cancun? She came to party! What is her father going to do to her? 

A few minutes later the door opened again. In stepped a tall young man with a badge sticking out of the pocket of his sports coat. 

"Hello, Miss. I'm Officer Dan Johnson. Do you know why you have been detained?"

"I don't know! The other officer said I was a suspected terrorist. How he got that idea I just don't know. I'm on Spring Break. I'm going to Cancun with my girlfriends." Joanie saw that the new officer was quite tall and quite handsome. Her heart rate accelerated, not because of the detention but because of her captor. Joanie's primary goal in going to Cancun was to lose her virginity. Unfortunately, she bore a remarkable resemblance to her father, so she was afraid that her chances were negligible.

Then Joanie heard the words that she hoped to hear when she got to Mexico. "Miss, Please take off your clothes."

Joanie looked up to see the Officer Johnson slipping on a pair of latex gloves. Her heart skipped a beat. Where did he plan to put his hands?

"Uh, Officer, isn't a woman supposed to be strip searched by another woman?"

"Yes, ordinarily you are correct. But since you are a suspected terrorist, time is of the essence. We can't get a female officer here for at least an hour. Please begin to strip."

Secretly, Joanie thought, "all right!" She wondered if she could evoke a response from this hunky officer. She was wearing clothing fit for Mexico, so she was dressed lightly. She demurely slipped off her sandals, then began to unbutton her blouse. She locked eyes with Officer Dan as her fingers went lower and lower. She pulled her arms out of the blouse and dropped it to the floor. She was now wearing only a bra plus her shorts and panties. 

Although her face was less than beautiful (she had to admit), her body was at least respectable, even sexy. Her fingers went to the clasp on her shorts, and she dropped them to her ankles, then stepped out of them. 

Now standing in only bra and panties, Joanie felt a certain dampness in her crotch. Her gaze traveled down Officer Dan's body to his midsection. Did she detect a response? Joanie reached around and unclasped her bra, holding the front by the cups, then slowly, very slowly, dropping them. Her round breasts stood proudly on her chest; her pink nipples pointed in the officer's direction.

Finally she turned around, and bent over to remove her panties. Officer Dan would be the first man to see her ass since her father changed her diaper, if he ever did. She personally thought her ass was pretty nice. She hoped he thought so too.

She looked over her shoulder at the Officer. Now she was sure that he was reacting to her nakedness. He seemed to be breathing rather rapidly. And his trousers were much fuller than they had been a few minutes before. Joanie felt more aroused than she ever had in her life – probably because she had never before been aroused in the presence of another human being.

Joanie turned to face the officer. Her arms were held at her side. She refused to cover up any of her nudity. "Now what should I do, Officer Dan?"

"Uh, what's your name again, Miss?"

"Joanie. Joanie Ashley."

"Well, uh, Joanie, I'm afraid I need you to bend over. Place your hands on the table. If you wish you can rest your head on your hands."

"Yes, Officer Dan." Joanie felt so sexy. Her voice dripped sensuality. Officer Dan couldn't help but notice.

Joanie bent over the table, and looked back at her captor. She saw him apply some lubricant to the fingers of his gloves. It occurred to her that no lubricant was necessary. 

Officer Dan gripped Joanie's ass with one hand while his other cupped her mound. She gasped as she felt the tip of one finger run along her vaginal lips. It worked its way to her erect little nub and inadvertently massaged it in its passing. Joanie's eyes closed and her mouth opened. She threw her head back and a moan escaped her lips. Inadvertently she felt herself grind against Officer Dan's hand. 

Again she looked back at Officer Dan. He had a patina of sweat on his face. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Do it. Do it, Officer Dan."

His finger slid between her lips. He slowly began exploring her channel, looking for contraband, no doubt. Too damn slowly for Joanie's liking. She slammed herself onto Officer Dan's finger and buried him deeply in her pussy. The action was so quick that she barely felt the tearing of her hymen. Her pussy began to violently contract around Officer Dan's finger as Joanie rotated her hips, relishing the feeling of first intrusion. Her hips were humping his hand. She felt a thumb intrude on her anal opening and she screamed in her lust. Like a firecracker, her first orgasm exploded within her. Her demanding hips continued to rotate on Officer Dan's hand as the long awaited moment prolonged itself beyond all reason.

Joanie finally came to her senses and looked back at Officer Dan. His mouth was open as he saw a small amount of blood appear on his glove, dripping from Joanie's vagina.

Officer Dan was barely able to mumble, "You're a virgin?"

Joanie looked him squarely in the eye. "Only if you insist." 

A few hours later the Attorney General of the United States was still at his desk, still trying to plan for the execution of another nutty directive from the Vice President. 'I could be a partner in the second biggest law firm in Baltimore', he thought. 'Instead I'm working my ass off for nothing. Fifty years from now historians are going to look back at this and think I'm a fucking fascist or just a fucking idiot. I'm not sure which is worse.'

His phone rang. He looked at it with distaste. Only the really important calls made it through to him. He didn't need another important call. Reluctantly he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Daddy?"

"Joanie? Is that you? How is Mexico?"

"Daddy, I'm not in Mexico. I'm still in D.C. Daddy, I was arrested."

"Arrested! Young lady, what the hell did you do now? I told you last night not to get into trouble. But no. You couldn't wait twenty-four hours until you screwed up. Well let me tell you, young lady, this is the last time you're going to Cancun."

"But Daddy, I didn't do anything. They arrested me as a suspected terrorist."

"A terrorist? You're the daughter of the God Damn Attorney General of the God Damn United States of Fucking America! What idiot thought you were a terrorist?"

"I guess the Secretary of Homeland Security. I was listed as a suspected terrorist and airport security arrested me. But don't worry. I've got it all sorted out."

"Well where are you now? Are you going to catch a flight to Cancun?"

"Uh, actually no, Daddy. I've decided to stay in Washington."

"Well that's probably a good idea. I'll see you when I get home then."

"Uh, actually no, Daddy. I won't be home."

"You won't be home! Where the hell will you be?"

"Daddy, I've found a nice guy who helped me out of this mess. The least I can do is to thank him properly. See you in a few days, Daddy. Bye." 

The phone clicked off. The Attorney General looked at it like it was an alien creature. He slammed the phone back on its hook. He thought, 'My daughter, my Joanie is out there somewhere. She's out there getting laid. My Joanie is getting laid!' He considered the matter for a moment. 'Christ, I never thought I'd see the day. The poor sucker must be blind.'

Part 19

Elle and Eamon were sitting in the den with Eamon's mother watching the news. Elle wanted to learn what actions, if any, were being taken by various world governments. Not much, if the media were to be believed. In Elle's family everything the media said or claimed was taken with a serious grain of salt. Still, they sometimes got the story right.

The BBC anchor had finished another boring interlude about the strength of the Euro versus the dollar. Then she looked at the camera with a slight smile on her face.

"A bizarre event occurred at the Ronald Reagan National Airport in Washington today, as the daughter of the Attorney General of the United States was held on suspicion of being a terrorist. Eighteen year old Miss Joan Ashley, apparently on her way to Cancun, Mexico to celebrate Spring Break, was arrested and detained for most of the day until her true identity was established. 

"No comment was forthcoming from the Attorney General, but curiously his daughter was heard to say that this has been her best vacation ever.

"It has yet to be explained how the name of the daughter of one of America's highest government officials could be added to Homeland Security's most wanted terrorists list."

Elle collapsed on the couch in laughter. She couldn't help herself. Tears had begun streaming down her face before she could gain a semblance of control. Just as she thought she was done, another round of laughter would erupt and again Elle would be helpless.

Eamon's mother looked at her with one eyebrow raised. Eamon himself was more than a little confused by Elle's reaction. Yes, the story was amusing, but this amusing?

Finally taking huge gasps of air, Elle regained her composure. "Sorry. I guess that's about the funniest thing she's ever done. Well, maybe not the funniest. But it's pretty darn funny."

Eamon said, "You know this Ashley chick? What did she do that was so funny?"

Elle shook her head. "Not Joan Ashley. Emmy! This has Emmy's fingerprints all over it." She broke out in laughter again as the shear audacity of it hit her again.

Recognition appeared in Eamon's eyes. Eamon's mother looked slightly shocked. But then she said, "Is this one of those special talents you were talking about?"

Eamon said, "I don't know. I don't know what she did, let alone how she did it, or even if she did it."

Elle finally had returned to earth. "Oh, she did it all right, but no 'special talents' were involved. Mrs. Turner, please. You have to swear you'll never tell anyone about this. We are hanging on by our fingernails already. This can't come out."

Mrs. Turner said, "What can't come out? What exactly did your sister do?"

"She hacked into the Department of Homeland Security's computers and added a name to the most wanted terrorist list. I suspect she probably added quite a few names, all of them children of high government officials."

Mrs. Turner looked confused. "But, computers are foolproof. Hacking was completely eliminated years and years ago. Ever since they replaced what was it called, Windows? Yes, Windows. Ever since it was replaced, computers have been impervious to hackers."

Elle turned a bland eye on Mrs. Turner. "Of course, you are right. Now who was it that developed that hack-proof operating system? Oh, yes. My sisters."

Mrs. Davan Turner put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Elle smugly smiled. "Ain't we stinkers?"



Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 06



Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy 

© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin

Part 20

The Attorney General of the United States thought that first he'd try the easy way. He had his secretary place a call to (where was it?), Statesboro, Georgia. He thought, 'we won Georgia pretty easily. Maybe they'll do what I tell them to do without too many questions.' 

His phone buzzed and he picked it up. "Whom am I speaking to?"

"This is Chief McArthur of the Statesboro Police Department."

"Chief, Bill Ashton here. The President asked that I give you a call. There's a bit of a problem in your neck of the woods and we thought you would be the man to help us clean it up."

"Well, Mr. Attorney General, is there something going on down here that I don't know about? Everything is pretty quiet, far as I can tell."

"Yes, well, it's these individuals that call themselves 'New Man'. After a thorough investigation it has been determined that they are not human beings and in fact may be a serious subversive threat to the United States of America. We have decided that in their own best interests we should place them in protective custody. Then we can safely determine exactly how extensive a threat they are to society."

There was a pause at the other end of the line. Finally he heard, "Are you asking me to arrest the entire population of New Man University? Do you know how many kids they have there? It's something like a couple thousand, maybe more. My lockup handles eight perps at most. Where the hell do you want me to put them?"

The A.G. realized no one had thought of this particular contingency. Hell, no one had thought of any particular contingency. He was flying by the seat of his pants on this crazy whim of the Vice President's. 

"Well, Chief, how about you just place the campus under martial law. Put a few officers at the entrances and don't allow anyone in or out. Then I'll organize things at my end and we'll handle it from there on out."

There was another pause at the other end of the line, and the A.G. imagined that this particular chief of police must think him to be one crazy motherfucker.

"Ahem. Uh, Mr. Attorney General, do you have federal warrants to arrest these kids?"

"Well, not exactly. Since they aren't human, it's been decided that those formalities are unnecessary. We just want you to place them in custody. We'll take it from there."

The A.G. heard the Chief snort at the other end of the line.

"Well, Mr. Attorney General", (the A.G. imagined he heard contempt in the voice of this small town cop). "To be perfectly frank, they are about the best citizens we have around here. That campus has been there for almost ten years and we haven't had a single complaint from anyone. The only time me or any of my officers has been there was for events we were invited to. And now you're telling me that some bean counter in Washington has decided that these kids aren't human? And you want me to arrest the whole kit and caboodle of them? Without a warrant? No offense sir, but do you think I've lost my mind?"

The A.G. was getting angry. Why can't this dumb-ass local cop just do as he is told?

"Chief, if you can't handle legitimate requests from the President of the United States of America, I guess I'll have to find a patriotic officer who can. I'll give this assignment to the County Sheriff."

"Mr. Attorney General, you won't find a cop in Georgia who will carry out this nutty assignment. Did you know that New Man Incorporated has paid for the schooling of tens of thousands of the kids of Georgia cops? 

"Hell, they sent two of my own kids through the University of Georgia. I happen to know that the Sheriff of Buford County has a kid in college right now, Wake Forest I think it is. And New Man Inc. has given him a free ride. 

"You go calling him to arrest those little kids and he'll tell you to stick the phone up your ass. No offense intended, sir."

With that, the Chief of Police of Statesboro, Georgia hung up on the Attorney General of the United States of America. It never failed to amaze him the bullshit those rear-echelon motherfuckers in Washington could come up with. He decided to place a call to Drew Adkins.

Part 21

"Hi, Daddy!" Emma Adkins was always pleased to speak to her father. She loved him madly. 

"Emmy, it's shit hitting fan time. I just got a call from the Chief of Police. The feds are going to be after us as soon as they can find someone willing to do it. My guess is they'll call out the National Guard. What defenses do you have in place?"

"Daddy, we're ready for them. Our first line of defense is the old 'hide in plain sight' thing we thought up. I'm pretty sure that will hold them for a while."

When New Man University was in its planning stages, Andrew Adkins had engaged an architectural firm to design a modern campus with an antebellum feel about it. The buildings were well under way before Andrew found that his brilliant little boys had a better idea – build the whole thing underground. Emma (all of seven years old at the time) had convinced him to finish the buildings that had been started and then build the boys' design about a half mile down the road. 

Any maps that showed the location of New Man University retained the old coordinates. Any global positioning system would lead a visitor to the middle of the original quad. Since the only local signs pointing to New Man University were virtual signs, they were turned off at Emma's command. 

A machine kept for just this purpose in the maintenance shed of the real New Man U. immediately was employed to sod the road leading into the university. A hydraulic mechanism lifted the road where it entered the college, and a final piece swung into place joining the roadway with the surrounding countryside. 

In minutes what had been a well-defined road leading down into the bowels of New Man University became just another country field. 

The original campus was now used for community functions. It opened its doors to a church or two that was currently without a building. In the summer, Andrew and his lawyer buddy Jake Randolph ran a tennis camp there. So the buildings looked lived in. They also looked empty.

A day later, when a Georgia National Guard unit appeared at the group of buildings the map told them was New Man University, not a soul was in sight. The young lieutenant in charge considered his options. 

He turned to his sergeant. 

"Well, Sarge, there doesn't appear to be anyone here to arrest. Got any suggestions?"

"What do they think we are, the FB fuckin' I? If they aren't here, how can we find 'em? LT, we ought to report back and take the rest of the weekend off."

"Good plan, Sergeant. Pack 'em up and move 'em out. We can pick up some Mickey D's on the way back to the armory."

Part 22

Life went on as usual at New Man University. The cameras used to pipe down the views of the outside world were virtually indistinguishable from the grass surrounding them so the campus retained an open-air feel while remaining totally subterranean and undetected. 

Elle and Emma Adkins were meeting in Emma's office. Elle and Eamon Turner had recently returned from Eamon's home in Florida. 

"How did it go down there? What did you think of his family?"

Elle shrugged. "They were about what we expected. A lot of gorgeous smart women. Some strong handsome men. Everyone rich. His grandmother is very impressive. She's beautiful and seems to be in charge of the family business, kind of like our Mommas. And of course, Jake Turner is all man. And he seemed to like me. Oh, and so did his sister. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know she wanted to throw me on the ground and ravish me.

"Come to think of it, I'd say most of the men and the majority of the women there would have welcomed me into their beds. I'm not ready for such a complicated existence nor will I ever be. I'm just a little country girl from Georgia. I'm a one-man girl. I'm also a no-girl girl, if you know what I mean."

Emma laughed. "Edie and Eddie insist that we don't know what we are missing."

"Don't start with me, Emma! Boy on girl was good enough for our parents and it's good enough for us. Those two girls have convinced themselves that they are masturbating when they do each other. I don't know how you feel, but that sure sounds like a bit of a stretch to me."

Emma had a warm smile on her face. "You're right. What E-man does to me is plenty. After eighteen years of listening to Donnie and Dee Dee's blood-curdling screams, I wanted to do some screaming myself. You've gotta admit, Elle, that those two must be obsessed with sex. Every day, week in, week out, year in, year out. Aren't you just a bit interested in what Daddy does to those two to make them so darned enthusiastic?"

Elle turned a little red. "If Daddy offered to explain it to me, if you know what I mean, I certainly would be willing to find out."

Emma squeaked. "Oh, me too. Me too. I've wanted Daddy forever. I think I've propositioned him about three hundred times. But he has these Homo sapien scruples about father-daughter sex. I think it's very mean-spirited and old fashioned."

A bell sounded on Emma's desktop. She touched a key and Eamon Turner's countenance appeared on her monitor. 

"Oh, God, it's Eamon! Thank goodness. Let him in, Emma! "

"Now look, Elle. You've had him to yourself for several days now. The least you can do is share", said Emma as she pressed the key to open her doors. 

Eamon popped his head in, then smiled when he saw the sisters sitting at Emma's desk.

"Morning, ladies. How y'all doing?"

Two radiant smiles lit up two beautiful faces. Two sets of eyes shined in unison. Two musical voices said, "We're better now that you're here."

Eamon's heart almost stopped. He had never been happier than when he was with just one of these magnificent creatures. Being with two doubled his exposure and his joy. His strong young face broke into a goofy grin.

"What have you been talking about, anyway?"

The girls laughed. Emma said, "We've been talking about how much we wanted our Daddy to make love to us."

Elle smiled at Eamon's look. "Don't looked so shocked. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be with your mother? Remember I was with your family the other day. They were putting out sexual vibrations all over the place. I'm an empath, remember? The sexual dynamic in your family is off of the charts."

Eamon said, "So your family does that sort of thing too?" He couldn't help thinking about Elle and Emma's beautiful and sexy mothers.

Both girls shook their heads in unison. "In our dreams", said Emma. "Our Daddy is a straitlaced old-fashioned guy. And his feelings about us are very ambivalent. He knows we are smarter than he is; so he has let us make our own decisions about almost everything our entire lives, just with a little guidance when he thinks we might be going too far. 

"But in his heart-of-hearts, so deep he would never admit it, we are his little porcelain princesses. Sure, there is a sexual component in every father-daughter relationship. And we don't want to brag, E-man, but a guy would have to be dead not to want at least a taste of Elle and me, am I right?"

Eamon could only nod. 

Elle took over. "But our Daddy gets the willies whenever we approach him about sex with us. It violates that feeling he has deep down that he is our protector, our knight in shining armor. And he is, Eamon. He is."

Emma put her arms around Eamon's neck, looking up directly into his eyes. "Eamon, we live with the sexiest man alive, as has been acknowledged by People Magazine for years. We had no alternative fallback position so of course we fantasized about Daddy, sexually. But then you came along. Sweetie, as far as we are concerned, you are the sexiest man alive. From now on, no other man will ever be good enough."

She pulled his head down and gave him a soft, sweet, romantic kiss. When their lips finally parted, Elle nudged Emma away and took her place. 

"Me, too, Eamon. Emma's right. After you, no other man will do for us."

She kissed Eamon in the same romantic manner. But slowly the kiss changed from romantic to passionate. Elle's soft body was glued to Eamon. She recognized Eamon's reaction instantly. She felt it in her empathic mind. She also felt it pressing against her belly.

Emma and Elle looked at each other. Unspoken thoughts raced between the two. They stood as one. Each raised a hand to Eamon, who in turn enveloped one small hand in each of his large ones. 

As one they said, "Follow us, Eamon. We need to talk to you."

The back wall of Emma's office changed slightly and a door appeared. Eamon knew from experience where that door led and strolled toward it gladly, his breath quickening from the touch of his lovely girlfriends and with the knowledge of where they were going.

The two girls were walking slightly in front of Eamon, and suddenly clothes started dropping on to the floor. They released his hand so they could take off their blouses. Their silky smooth backs were revealed to him. No bras were evident and he noted that neither girl sported tan lines. 

The girls stopped again and quickly two sets of shorts dropped to the floor. The two most beautiful asses in the world were on display for him. They continued walking into Emma's bedroom. Eamon followed, mesmerized by two perfectly round and firm butts, bouncing enticingly with every step. Oh how he longed to plant his lips on those perfect orbs. 

Emma and Elle got to the large bed and turned towards Eamon. He had seen them both naked before. Still he was mesmerized by their beauty. The tiny, perfect bodies with the small pert breasts; the beautiful faces with the flashing eyes; the soft blonde hair; the intelligence in the eyes, the laughter in those wonderful, sensuous lips. Eamon couldn't believe it was all his for the taking. 

Although he had only known them for a few days, he was already madly in love with both of them. He just couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve them. What the hell did they see in him?

Emmy and Elle crawled onto the bed and turned. Each had one leg bent under, their perfect asses resting on a foot, while the other leg was extended. 

Each raised one hand towards Eamon. Their sweet smiles and lovely tear-shaped eyes made them look like wood nymphs. 

Elle said, "Eamon aren't you warm with all of those clothes on?"

Eamon started toward the bed, clothing flying everywhere as he stripped. He was already hard and ready; a fact noted by both girls. Two sets of eyes converged on Eamon's dick. 

Emmy motioned with her shoulders and her eyes and Eamon joined the two beauties in bed. Each girl took a side of Eamon. Both gave him slow loving kisses, one on each cheek. Both put a tiny hand on Eamon's chest and rubbed the sparse hair there. 

Eamon suddenly felt two hands on his dick. It stiffened perceptibly from the soft machinations of Emma's left hand and Elle's right hand. 

Emma looked Eamon in the eyes. "You must be tired, sweetie. Why don't you lay down?" She and Elle applied gentle but firm pressure on Eamon's chest until he laid down upon the bed. Eamon found himself on his back with his engorged dick pointing skyward. Still two hands from two different individuals continued their caresses.

Two sets of lips came closer and he felt warm breaths on each ear. In his left ear one whispered, "E-man could you do us a special favor?"

In his right ear the other whispered, "Have you ever done two girls at once?"

Eamon wrapped an arm around each girl. He said, "Ladies, your wish is my... well, you get the picture. I'll do anything for either of you. Or both at the same time, if I can figure out how." 

They lay quietly for a few minutes. Eamon had an arm around both girls, each of his hands massaging a soft but firm breast. The girls were rubbing against him They had found time for sex, but very little time for romance. Snuggling closely together, the three young people felt the empathic closeness that New Men had inherited from the Institute for the Advancement of Mankind twins.

Eamon felt like he was in between two amorous kittens. He felt four hands roaming his body while two mouths kissed and sucked their ways down his face on onto his chest. He only had two hands to work with, but those hands vigorously explored the two wondrous sets of tits within his easy reach. 

Emmy said, "It's been days since I've been with you, Eamon. Elle and I agreed that I get first dibs."

She softly grabbed Eamon's dick and swung herself up onto his legs. She eased herself forward, then backward, rubbing his dick along the lips of her slit. As the head of Eamon's dick slid along her little clit, Emmy's eyes closed and her face contorted in a sensuous mask of lust. 

Still holding Eamon's dick, she allowed its head to insinuate itself between her nether lips. She began humping herself upon the head, moving only an inch or two at a time. She seemed to be oblivious to Eamon's and Elle's presence, as her entire concentration was on the interplay between Eamon's dick head and her pussy lips. 

Her rubbing became quicker, more intense. Her head began to swing back and forth. She seemed to be bringing herself closer and closer to a peak of lust. Suddenly she plunged onto Eamon's dick, her entire weight forcing his engorged penis deep within her pussy.

Emmy's head flew back as she screamed in orgasm, her tiny body shuddering its release, her toes curled, her pussy clenching and unclenching itself around Eamon's dick.

Finally Emma took a deep breath and relaxed. Her eyes flew open and she saw Eamon and Elle starring at her intently. 

"Oh my God! I got a little carried away there, didn't I? I just don't know what got into me."

Elle replied, "If you don't know what got into you, then Eamon has a problem. Geez, Emmy, at least Edie and Eddie use each other to masturbate. You use Eamon. Well, Eamon, how does it feel to be a sex toy?"

Eamon gave her a satisfied smile. "Fucking awesome!"

"Well you climb off of there, Emmy. Poor Eamon didn't come close before you climaxed all over him. Aren't you even a little bit ashamed?"

Emma leaned over and gave Eamon a long, sensuous kiss. She smiled lazily and said, "Foreplay. That was just very excellent foreplay, wasn't it E-man? But if you feel you need to climb on, Elle, don't let me stop you. I think I can find someplace else to sit."

Emma moved off her lover as Elle climbed on. Like her sister before her, Elle took hold of Eamon's dick and playfully rubbed it around the various parts of her sex. Her already lubricated pussy was dripping onto Eamon's dick, which retained Emmy's juices as well. In one motion Elle slid down the length of Eamon's dick. Her tiny body was impaled on it. 

"Oh damn, E-man. You feel so good inside of me!" She began to ride Eamon's dick. She leaned forward as several inches of dick appeared between their bodies, only to be swallowed again by her tight little pussy. As she slid down Eamon's pole she wiggled her ass to create extra stimulation of her clit. 

What started as a lazy bout of lovemaking began to accelerate as Elle became crazed. Emma's hands took hold of Eamon's head and her lips found his. Their tongues sparred with each other's as their faces ground softly, sensuously together. 

Suddenly Emma replace one set of lips with another. She moved her body up Eamon's face, dragging her soft round breasts over his mouth. She allowed him access to her nipple as he licked and sucked that erect little nub. Then she slid her stomach across Eamon's mouth. She raised herself up and threw one knee over his head. Eamon looked into the soft wet confines of Emmy's pussy as it slowly lowered itself onto his face.




Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 06



Emma halted her descent just a half inch above Eamon's lips. She shivered as she felt his facile tongue slide along her lips.

"Oh, yeah, Eamon. Please, baby. I promise I'll pay you back. I'll pay you back every day of your life. I promise. But do me now. Please Eamon. Do me?"

Eamon's face plunged against Emmy's pussy. His lips captured one of hers and sucked. He put his hands on Emma's waist and began to lift her slightly, moving her back and forth over his mouth. He wanted access to all of the good parts. His long tongue slipped between her nether lips and he began to lick her nectar. 

Elle continued to ravage Eamon's dick. Both she and Emmy had their eyes closed but in a ballet of empathic coordination both sets of eyes opened simultaneously and they found themselves looking at each other in the passion of their own sensual lovemaking. 

"Goodness, Emma, that is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen!" Her sister was impaled on Eamon's tongue as she rubbed her pussy against his mouth.

Emma couldn't help watching the movement of her sister's pussy as she rode Eamon's dick: up, slowly up; quickly plunge down; and when their pubic hairs were intertwined, slowly grind their sexes together. Then repeat the motion. 

Emma said, "This is sexy? You should watch what you are doing. Eamon, honey, if you can hear me I swear you are going to get a double blow-job for doing this for us."

Even with Emma's legs pressed tightly around his ears Eamon heard her promise. He smiled. The girls thought they were the ones getting all of the pleasure out of this. Eamon had never been more excited in his life. Sucking on Emma's sweet pussy while having his dick deep into Elle had Eamon in sexual heaven. He didn't know how much longer he could endure such extreme stimulation. His nerve endings were firing on all cylinders. He had that feeling in his dick: that feeling that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Emma and Elle looked deeply into each other's eyes. Emma's hand reached out and touched Elle's cheek. It was like they had completed an electrical circuit between each other. Both girls gasped. Their eyes opened wide, then suddenly slammed shut, their faces in a grimace of sexual completion. Both girls were groaning as they rubbed their pussies on Eamon. 

Eamon had all he could take. He erupted into Elle in a torrent of release. She felt his pulsations and her own climax became even more intense. Emma and Elle leaned forward and embraced in each other's arms, small aftershocks of orgasmic release continuing to affect both of them.

With all of their remaining strength, Elle and Emma extricated themselves from atop Eamon, then slid into his arms, both heads resting on his chest. 

Elle whispered almost to herself, "Death by fucking."

Part 23

The wintry calm of the fjord was suddenly broken by what sounded like a thousand trees cracking into kindling. But there were no trees. On and on the sound increased until it was the roar of a million waterfalls. In a majestic surge, the ice that had been blocking the fjord for millennia collapsed upon itself and forged its way toward the sea, followed by dozens of cubic miles of previously trapped fresh water. A back-surge into side fjords weakened the ice dams there. They in turn collapsed, only adding to the mass of liberated fresh water.

Ice and water alike rushed into the North Atlantic in a vast flood, mixing with the seawater that had already been seriously desalinated by years of heavy rainfall and melting glacial ice. 

Several monitors in New Man University's science labs caught the spectacle. Certain low altitude weather satellites had been programmed to watch this very fjord 24/7 and thus glimpsed the final straw that broke the camel's back in the cycle of global warming.

Edie Adkins called her parents and her siblings immediately to alert them. They watched fascinated as their virtual monitors replayed the beginning of the end of mankind's comfort zone.

"Our forecasts were extremely accurate. When someone said it might be ten years till this would happen I was insulted."

The family was linked into a conference call via their internal network. Emma assuaged her sister. 

"Edie, we were only giving best-case and worst-case scenarios when we said ten years at the maximum. We knew that ten days was going to be far more likely. No offense intended, Sis, but we had to cover our asses."

Deirdre Adkins put in her two cents. "Girls, do we have a plan to disseminate this information? Remember, the government already has reason to hate us."

Elle was first to respond. Ever since she had become close to Eamon Turner, Elle had become more assertive.

"Fuck the government! We've got to get these pictures out immediately before the screwballs in Washington run it through the spin cycle."

Deirdre look shocked. "Goodness, Elle, I don' t think I've ever heard you swear before. Well, except when you were a little girl quoting your father."

Andrew Adkins threw in, "Yeah, this Eamon kid must be doing you some good."

Elle smiled. "Very funny, Daddy. But why don't we have Helen Randolph issue a news release along with a tape of the glacier collapsing? Everyone in the world should see this before the US government tries to explain what it thinks it means."

Edie said, "I'll call Helen. Eddie and I will get together with her. Maybe we can have this thing released by this afternoon. But you all know what this means, don't you? When this gets out the government will have to know that New Man University is still in operation."

Emma said, "We'll have to take that chance, Edie. I don't want to underestimate the opposition, but they sure seem like they are about two beers short of a six-pack. Maybe they won't be able to put two plus two together and make four. "  

"There's no reason to think that the decision-makers in our fair government have a whole brain between them. It's a better than even chance they won't even think about us", added Elle.

Andrew reasoned, "We don't have much of an option in any event. We've got to write a news release right now. Send a copy to CNN, BBC, that Arab terrorist news network, what's its name?"

"Aljazeera" came from the lips of six women and two boys in unison.

"Yeah, them, too. And any other news service we can think of. Except Fox of course. Fuck them. Better yet, wouldn't it look great if we could get C-SPAN to show this? We could make it seem like an official US government release, kind of. Then let the administration explain why this event is meaningless. Emmy, I'll let you arrange that."

Elle said, "Daddy, you are so devious. I'm beginning to understand where Emma gets it."

Andrew felt the need to object. "I'm a piker in the deviousness business. Emmy could out-devious me any day of the week."

"Thank you, Daddy. You're so sweet", Emma gushed. 

Just then an icon flashed at the bottom of Emma's screen, alerting her that she had an incoming call from Eamon. With a few keystrokes she invited him into the conference. She said, "E-man! We thought you would never wake up. Say hello to everyone. We're on a conference call with the whole family." She thought she better warn him so he didn't say anything too incriminating; not that it mattered.

Eamon flicked a key at his end and the each person on the call was shown on his virtual monitor, each in a small box kind of like the Brady Bunch, he thought. "Hello folks. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll call back later."

Elle protested. "No wait, Eamon. You've got to see this. She directed the video of the collapsing glacier to his address. When he saw what it was, he expanded the view until it filled his entire field of vision. He was overwhelmed by the majesty of it all, as the glacier and its previously captured deluge of water were swept to the sea. 

"Oh, wow! That is so cool. Uh, in an ecological disaster kind of way."

Emma asked, "Would your grandfather be willing to issue this to the press? He can say he got it from private sources, or make up something imaginative. At least we can file off our fingerprints from this thing, if you know what I mean. This is the big one, Eamon. The beginning of the end. The grand finale. The..."

Andrew broke in. "Will you give it a rest, Emmy? At least you're right about one thing. Coming from Jake Turner the news may hold more weight than coming from you non-humans at New Man U. Would you give him a call, Eamon, and feel him out? Ask him to do this only if he trusts us, believes we know what we are talking about. Eddie and Edie will provide all the technical support he needs. I'm sure he has scientific contacts he can use to confirm our findings."

Eamon felt like he was on the spot. Jeez, he just was calling Emmy to find out if she wanted to get laid. He hadn't been with her since yesterday and just the sight of her sexy little body on his monitor was enough to... Enough of that, he thought. Respond to the man's question you idiot.

"Uh, sure Sir. I'll call my Granddaddy. I can't speak for him, though. He's the kind of guy who makes his own decision."

Eamon had redisplayed the video feeds from each conference member onto his monitor. 

Andrew nodded. "Okay, please give him a call. But make sure he understands the urgency of the situation. If he can't bring himself to do this today, we'll do it ourselves. I would prefer to have at least one degree of separation between that data and us but we've gotta do what we've gotta do. This conference is closed."

Everyone laughed except for Emma.

Part 24

Within a day the world was abuzz with the news. All of the news channels were following the collapse of the Greenland glacier. But none was willing to commit to its meaning. Except for Fox News. Its commentators said the collapse was just another natural event like a hurricane and had no long-term significance. 

Andrew Adkins got several requests for interviews from various organizations, but begged off. He said that he was not a scientist and so his opinion really carried no weight. When they asked to talk to one of his daughters, he said they were not available for comment. He had no idea which caller might have the ear of the administration and so he refused to admit that his daughters were anywhere near him. 

A few nights later, the Adkins family plus friends gathered in their den to watch an address by the President of the United States. The President rarely gave speeches and almost never gave press conferences. It was acknowledged among the cognoscenti that the President didn't respond well in situations where he had to answer actual questions, since his range of knowledge was limited and he had a tendency to misuse words. It was rumored that the Vice President kept the President on a short leash. So a presidential address was a rare occurrence indeed.

There were more people than seats in the den that night. When Deirdre and Donnie walked into the den carrying trays with glasses of iced tea, they saw that there was no place for them to sit. Andrew was sitting in the recliner he reserved for football games. It was roomy and comfortable. He looked at his wives and then gestured with his hands as if in supplication. 

Donnie and Deirdre looked in each others' eyes and then glided towards their husband. To the casual observer, the movements of Andrew's wives always seemed smooth and serene. When they reached their husband, each turned and slowly lowered herself onto a knee, then slid backwards until they were both firmly ensconced on Andrew's lap. Each wrapped an arm around Andrew's neck and leaned her head against Andrew's shoulder. Andrew's arms each encircled a slender waist but not before patting each beautiful woman on her bottom. 

Almost instantly Andrew pulled Dee Dee's head up and they shared a tender loving kiss.

Their son Ethan complained, "Dad, will you three get a room!? Geez, it's embarrassing to be around you. Don't you have any respect for the President?"

Helen and Jake Randolph were sitting in the love seat and laughing. Jake said, "Ethan, old son, your daddy's never had any respect for this president. Why would he start now?"

Helen said, "Don't you think it's cute that your parents are still in love after all these years?"

Ethan was sixteen years old and was generally embarrassed by everything his parents did. As far as he was concerned, public displays of affection should be limited to teenagers like himself. The thought of his parents having actual sex gave him the willies.

Emma was seated by herself in another large chair when Elle and Eamon entered the room. Emma quickly stood up and waved her sibling and their boyfriend over. Eamon sat down and Emmy and Elle imitated their mothers by sliding onto Eamon's lap. Elle kissed Eamon on one cheek while Emma kissed him on the other. 

This time it was Andrew that looked uncomfortable at this public display of affection. 

Jake Randolph could never refrain from pushing Andrew's buttons. "Hey Drew, why don't you introduce me to this here boy who's making out with your daughters."

Helen jumped in. "Jake, honey, this is Eamon Turner. He is Elle and Emma's new boyfriend. I told you about him. He's the grandson of Jake Turner."

Jake Randolph turned to Eamon. "Boy, at least you have excellent taste in women." Emma and Elle's eyes both sparkled as they graced Jake with a brilliant smile. Jake could feel their power clear across the room. He thought to himself, 'That boy has his hands full'.

The President had been introduced and was beginning his address, leaving Eamon off of the hook.

The President always presented himself well, with his patrician appearance and southern drawl. His 'aw, shucks' persona was belied by his being a third generation politician and the scion of an old-money family. He had been sent to the best schools but had no claims to intellectual vigor. Still the American people never seemed to notice these minor inconsistencies. 

The President was addressing the recent glacier problem and global warming in general. "Now some people have been trying to put a scare into the country, saying that this event might cause a new Ice Age. I'm here to tell you that scientists of all political persuasions disagree with this."

(Andrew puzzled over how the political views of a scientist could have anything to do with his research results.)

"I've talked to my Science Advisor and he has told me that there is no proof about global warming. He tells me that global warming has been made up by people on the Left who want to stop the necessary development of our natural resources. They want to keep us dependent on foreign oil. They wish to hinder America's energy independence. 

Emma called out, "Yeah and gravity is a Communist plot!"

The President continued. "Well friends, that just isn't going to happen. I'm not going to allow the scare tactics of a few ultra-Liberals to effect the policies of the government of the United States of America!

"Don't be worried by these reports you've been seeing on the TV. Sometimes ice melts. That's the way God made the world. America will stand strong and united against these terrorist scare tactics that are designed to force a wedge between our people and their government. Thank you for listening and God Bless America."

Andrew Adkins shook his head in wonder. He looked over to his daughter's boyfriend and said, "Eamon, my boy, there you see the result of a drunken fuck."