Afterlife? When your descendants have sex
by Sterling Chapter 4 of 6
For
those of a hard-nosed scientific bent, extraordinary claims require
extraordinary evidence, and Kyle's claim was at the far end of
extraordinary. But for those who are more relaxed about such things,
who are already open to belief in crystals and chakras and auras, the
evidence was plenty.
Girls who were willing to make love with
Kyle could themselves get verification that he was in fact in touch
with their deceased grandparents. Word spread. A lot of girls were
interested.
It gradually became clear that Kyle was into young,
reasonably attractive women. If this removed a bit of his luster for
those of a feminist bent, it wasn't too serious. No one would dream of
telling women they should be willing to have sex with just any man
regardless of his physical or other qualities. And Kyle was a kind,
respectful lover. With the knowledge that the ancestors liked orgasms
during penis-in-vagina intercourse, the woman's orgasm became an
initial priority. Some who came easily just did it from getting humped
by Kyle. Others did the cowgirl with him and got off that way. And
others followed Amy's lead and used a vibrator while receiving Kyle
from the rear.
Then it was time for the proof of connection and the heartfelt emotional exchanges.
Kyle
had started out as a fairly typical young man. He had loved the idea of
sex and after he lost his virginity he liked the reality of sex even
better. He loved sex with hot babes, and not just one but many hot
babes, one after another. It would have been somewhat better for his
ego if these babes spread their legs for him because his masculinity
was irresistible. Being able to mediate tearful discussions with
departed relatives wasn't intimately tied up with his sense of
self-worth, and the content of the discussions sometimes got in the way
of the carefree pleasure of sex. But it was still fantastic.
After
the initial thrill wore off, he found he was interested in sex just 2
or 3 times a week. The demand for his services far outstripped this
supply. Very soon women offered money. He initially laughed at the idea
-- this was just for fun, not business!
Kyle glided his cock in and out of the pussy of Erica, a 40ish woman, not exactly slender but plenty sexy.
"Your grandparents were Shel and Laura Schwartz... your parents David and Malca Gold..."
"Right, of course that's right."
In
his head he heard Adam say, "Shel wants you to know... he buried some
gold -- maybe 5 pounds of it." He gave the name of a state park. "At
the northwest corner of the old carriage house, right by the
foundation."
Kyle said, "Shel wants you to know..." And he stopped.
Adam said, "Kyle, tell her. Wait, you're not..."
Kyle
said, "The connection is fading out. Oh wait, there it is, your mother
says she loves you very much, and she's so proud of you."
"Oh, that's so nice!" said Erica. She started crying softly.
Erica
had not wanted to bother with an orgasm. At this point Kyle would
always go for his own pleasure and release, but this time he started
getting soft. He withdrew and bid Erica goodbye.
He had the
location. Five pounds of gold? Five pounds? That was 80 ounces, and
with the price of gold... The map of the park showed the location of
the carriage house. Not being an especially popular park, it was
deserted, and he began digging. It wasn't even two feet down, a metal
box, surprisingly heavy. He set it aside and quickly filled in the
hole, then carried the box to his car and sped home.
It was amazing. Five pounds of gold. Mostly in gold coins -- Krugerrands, American Eagles, Maple Leaves...
Kyle
made a deal with his next girl. She'd wear headphones and listen to
some loud music during the first part of their sex while he had a
private conversation with his ancestors.
"Well, son, partly I'm
proud of you. See an opportunity, seize it, make a bunch of money. But
it's not your money. If you want money -- you've got a ready-made
business model."
"Yeah. But the gold -- that was kind of fun, though. Exciting!"
The girl below was listening to the music, but her eyes were also on him. Her vagina was hot and very alluring.
"We'll think of other things that could be exciting. But you gotta give that to Erica, right?"
He sighed, and gave two especially hard, deep thrusts into his current girl in frustration. "Yeah, OK."
"So now you want to hear about the business model?"
"Sure."
After
it was conveyed, the headphones came off, he gave the girl what she
wanted in both pleasure and information and fucked hard. He got his tip
into a little tight pocket formed by cervix and vagina and it was
fantastic, with the added thrill of thinking about just where he was
blasting out his sperm.
Erica was flabbergasted, but also quite happy, to get 5 pounds of gold.
In
theory information could spread far and wide among the dead. But they
had no computers, no typewriters, not even any pencils and paper. The
memory of the dead is no better than the memory of the living. The
older ancestors, especially those with thousands of descendants, were
hard to rouse. The discovery that it was possible to communicate with
the living did get a few to speak up, but not to carry out any grand
plans.
As a result, information couldn't spread through too many
steps. The way to get dead folks in touch was at the "wedding", where
the party of the groom and the party of the bride could talk while
their descendants fucked. (It was in no sense a wedding, but the phrase
"party of the bride" filled a key role, so the context that gave rise
to it was naturally dubbed a wedding. What was the term for the family
of you fuck buddy in relation to your own? There was none, of course.)
Here's
how the business worked. A man signed up. Step one was to have sex with
somebody and say whatever was on his mind and then pose a series of
questions. His ancestors would be listening.
Step two was for
him to have sex with a "messenger girl". A few young women were
identified who were sexually hot, friendly and good-natured, and who
had ancestors who were energetic and had good memories. Kyle paid them
very well (the women, not the ancestors!). The man and girl didn't have
to do anything special themselves but keep the penis inside the vagina
for 20 minutes. If the guy came too soon he could wait ten minutes
until he was hard and go at her again. Their union allowed the man's
ancestors to tell the girl's ancestors the answers to the relevant
questions.
When the girl had let her ancestors accumulate
knowledge from those of several men, it was time for step three. Kyle
inserted his penis into a messenger girl and began fucking away.
Kyle
dictated what others would transcribe later. "Mike Dubois. Proof, tore
apart sister's bear during time out at age 5. Answer: love, etc.,
father apologizes for being alcoholic and abandonment, yes, does have
half-sibs, look up their mother Joan Longstreet of Schenectady, born
around 1965. David Song. Proof, childhood name Fuzzy, favorite toy
Alfie, Answer, great respect and pride, etc. Father's secret past is
Kuomintang, tortured by Mao, very sorry not more emotionally open.
Brian Wood. Proof..."
Adam's afterlife voice never failed him, though Kyle got hoarse sometimes.
Going
rate per man: $10,000. Deductible business expense: Viagra. Perk: Fuck
hot girl employees, above board as part of employment contract.
Bareback. Ejaculate inside -- or defer to next girl if so inclined.
Work three days a week, clear $250,000 per week.
Daphne
did not like the idea of all her ancestors being there to inhabit her
body when she had sex. She struggled with the issue in therapy (with a
new therapist who believed her story). Eventually, via Kyle, she made a
deal with her late father. She would have sex, maybe get married and
have children, if he would promise to never, ever, even once make his
presence known to her. He agreed.
Yet there was another problem.
Kyle had mentioned to one person too many that his sister had also
heard their father talk when she had sex. She was propositioned until
it was tiresome. When she dated, she could see herself in a man's eyes
as first and foremost a connection with the dead. Daphne herself was
obscured or even invisible to him.
She wanted a new identity,
and Kyle had the means to provide it. She changed cities, dated, found
a man Luke, settled down, and had two children.
Effects
on society were mixed. Many scientific materialists just could not
entertain the possibility. The people who reported confirmation were in
a conspiracy, or said there was confirmation because they desperately
wanted it to be true.
For others on the fence, there was the
implication that sex, that most private of acts, was really not at all
private, but being witnessed by deceased ancestors. The recently
deceased ones were often the very same people who had ingrained in them
the idea that sex was shameful and dirty. That provided a motivation to
assume Kyle was a charlatan.
For those of a more open mind, it was a very pro-sex message... There was a variety of interesting implications.
"I'm
kind of tired tonight." "But remember how much you loved grandma Mary?
She'll like it... you can use the vibrator. It won't take long." "Oh,
all right."
A mother died of cancer at 40... "You're too young
to have sex, young lady!" "But dad, mom's just dead and gone until I
do... Don't you want her to live again? To be happy?" Sigh. "Well, I
guess there is that. Who is the boy again?" "Paul. His mom died of
cancer too. So we've got that in common. We want to be nice to our
mothers."
"Lesbian couple seeks gay male couple for sex. Join genitals cross-gender, but make love to our own partners."
"I
know you don't really like how Viagra feels, Charles. But think of your
mother. I don't really like the lube all that much, and even with that
it kind of hurts me since the hysterectomy. Jane and her husband are
both over 90 too, and they still manage it..." Charles popped the
Viagra.
"They say it doesn't have to be stiff, you know. We can
kind of work it in somehow when it's floppy." "But they also say that
it's frustrating when it doesn't go in all the way -- that the
forebears don't fully wake up." "Some people say that, but others say
no."
It was also a very pro-reproduction message...
"Sperm samples available. If genetic tests show your baby is mine, you are guaranteed to get $50,000, from escrow."
"43-year-old
female wants to try every last possibility. Seeking young men to have
sex with me at the right time of month. Propose your own compensation
level for trying. $30,000 if it leads to a live birth."
Sister
to sister: "I don't care about living forever, but you know how mom
was. She'd want to. You really ought to have kids." "But kids are so
much work, so much hassle. Why don't you have them?" "You're married,
I'm not." "So what? How about being an egg donor?" "We're not rich
enough for that... I'd promise to babysit sometimes."
"Hey, it's Henry! He got it up again." Henry was Phyllis's great-nephew.
"With Alice, I presume."
From the party of the bride came a chuckle, and "That would be quite something if Henry had an affair now!"
"So, I'm back one more time. I figured I was a goner," said the sad voice of Yolanda, Henry's mother.
Henry's
father had children by an earlier marriage. Yolanda's parents had
another boy and girl who had descendants. But for Yolanda, Henry was
it. He was over 80. He'd married Alice, but they had never had
children. She was past menopause when the whole afterlife business was
discovered. If Henry had sown any wild oats, they should have had sex
long ago. The last time Henry had sex was the last time Yolanda would
exist in the afterlife.
"That feels pretty nice, doesn't it, Yolanda?" said her mother Helen.
"Yeah," said Yolanda with a sigh.
"Feel the pleasure... warm and nice... Enjoy the moment."
"I'm trying," said Yolanda, her voice choking up.
Then
they all felt Henry's organ growing soft. Still he thrust. He then
surprised them all. "I don't know if this afterlife stuff is true or
not, but if it's not, no harm done. Mom, I don't know as I'm going to
try again. Goodbye. I love you."
"No, no!" said Yolanda, as the
soft organ slowly slid out and they all faded away. The others would
return when some erect penis forced its way into some vagina -- but
Yolanda was gone for good -- unless Henry did change his mind and try
again. Even if he did, her days in the afterlife were numbered.
Among
the living, everyone is mortal. Some die tomorrow, some in a hundred
years. Among those in the afterlife, there is no true immortality --
the sun will burn out and fry the earth at some point -- but there is
indefinite life. They might live thousands of years -- maybe even
millions? This created a gulf between Yolanda and the others that does
not separate any two living people.
Kyle
and Adam talked. Kyle had more money than he could ever use. Their
enterprise was fundamentally boring. They were sick of relaying maudlin
messages from the afterlife. They were tired of the drama. Some of the
dead people had no interest in being sweet and nice. When the first
messages of that kind came around, Adam had some impulse to just lie
and tell the living what they wanted to hear, but his own ancestors
talked him out of it.
So then they instructed the ancestors of
the messenger babes to screen out the replies, and only tell them about
certain things -- mislaid fortunes, finding lost siblings, serious
misunderstandings that could be rectified and proven with information
from the real world if you knew where to look.
If a guy got no
message back, he paid only $900 -- part of what he had received was the
opportunity to fuck a gorgeous young woman. Only if some message came
back did he pay the full price.
The bar kept going higher as to how momentous the news from the dead had to be to be worth relaying.
And
finally they went back to girls, ones Kyle would fuck directly. If a
girl applied, and Kyle liked how she looked and acted in her
application video, and she had a reasonable heart-felt request, he
would agree to take her on. He would have sex with her, lasting long
enough to relay the answers that her ancestors had prepared.
It
slowly emerged that Kyle had fathered some children from his initial
frenzy of spiritualist copulation. The girls he mated all had to swear
they were on some hormonal contraceptive or had an IUD, but some had
lied. (Condoms muted the pleasure for everyone -- most notably Kyle.
There had been no condoms.) Perhaps it was an instinctive anticipation
of Kyle and Adam returning to "just family". Maybe it was the knowledge
that Kyle had something really special and they wanted that something
special in their offspring. But they wanted his children, and some had
them. And the hope was that whenever one got old enough to have sex,
Adam was going to not only be right there, listening in, feeling what
they felt -- but talking to them.
This was not assured -- no one
knew how Adam's exception to the afterlife rules worked, and just
because Adam could talk to his son and daughter was no guarantee that
he could also talk to his grandchildren. But the women were willing to
take the chance.
One of them tested the hypothesis. She arranged
for her son to have first intercourse when he was way too young. Adam
was there, he was surprised, and the boy heard his surprised
exclamations.
The ancestors were incensed. They debated relaying
information to Kyle to track down that woman and sic child services on
the mother. But were tales from the afterlife probable cause? And
besides, right or wrong, this was family. This was the mother -- the
single mother -- of their own descendant. The experiment performed once
and the results clear, she didn't repeat the treatment. Another mother
tried this too when her son was a bit older, but by then Adam
controlled himself and said nothing.
Kyle
wanted to get married. Imagine that! He wanted someone to love, to live
with, and to raise a family with. And yes, someone to be true to,
forsaking all others. He'd played the field long enough.
He
dated. Some of them didn't know he was the famous Kyle. Naturally he
slept with them if it seemed promising. The party of the groom got to
check out the party of the bride. Kyle had trouble deciding between two
nice girls, but Adam said that based on the ancestors, one was much
preferable to the other. He took his father's advice.
And when
he got married, he stopped sleeping with other women. He would relay no
more answers from the dead. Even when offered $1 million.