Afterlife? When your descendants have sex
by Sterling Chapter 5 of 6
Years passed.
Daphne
had to admit that her father had kept his end of the bargain. He never
said a word when she and her husband were having sex. Of course he was
there, but then all the ancestors were there every time people had sex.
It's just that she had a vivid memory that proved what was just
theoretical to other people.
As events developed, she was
thankful to him. Her daughter Veronica, at age 20, had fallen in with a
very bad bunch of people. Guys who ran a meth lab. She was having sex
with one of the guys, who started getting violent. Then with two guys
-- without protection.
Her dad had listened in, in impotent rage
and with what Daphne realized was admirable self-control. He and the
other ancestors had pieced together enough to figure out where the
place was. Kyle tipped off the police, it was raided, and Veronica was
saved. Kyle had debated asking Daphne's permission, but decided it was
just too important to allow any other decision. But Veronica had no
idea of the connection.
Now Daphne's son Peter was struggling.
He was 19 years old, he'd flunked out of college, and he had a drinking
problem. Like most concerned parents, Daphne had worried about him a
great deal, and also explored every sort of intervention she could
think of.
The problem wasn't money -- Kyle was generous, and she
explained it to her husband as a wealthy relative who wanted to remain
anonymous -- which was basically true. Peter could get by comfortably
without working a day of his life. But Daphne hadn't told him that. The
world is full of people with trust funds who are nonetheless totally
lost and miserable.
Of course what you tell any young person is
to find their gifts and follow them. Peter had a gift -- or rather, a
late grandfather with a gift. It benefited Peter, though it was not a
monetary inheritance.
Peter
mounted Theresa. She was a hot girl, and it was the most natural thing
in the world to aim his penis and force himself into her. It felt
fantastic. Theresa had confessed she was willing to take a chance. A
guy with his story would be really suspicious, but his sober, sensible
mother -- that would be quite something for a mother to cooperate with
a line like his.
"Theresa, you're so sexy... I really don't want to talk with dead folks... I just want to make love to you!"
"I appreciate that. But yeah, go ahead and talk to your grandpa."
"Uh, you there, grandpa?"
"Yes. Hi Peter. Sorry I never got to meet you when I was alive."
"Yeah, me too. But you've been there whenever I've had sex?"
"True, but everyone's ancestors are there, not just you. I don't want to talk about your sex life."
"Well, it is kind of embarrassing."
"More than some, less than others. Very human. You've never been unkind or lied to a girl. That means a lot, you know."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I sure feel fantastic doing it to Theresa -- you feeling it too?"
"Of course. And I agree. But she's looking for more than that. Like proof."
"Right, OK."
Peter
listened and then spoke. "Dad says the best proof is something to do
with, uh, you know, female troubles, but it might be kind of
embarrassing."
Theresa's eyes went wide. "Oh, uh-oh. Yeah, please, don't have him tell you that. That would be too embarrassing!"
Peter smiled, but said, "OK, I maybe know how you feel. I've got some embarrassing secrets too." He listened to his father.
"When
you visited Grandma and Grandpa, they put you in time out and you
didn't think it was fair. So you chewed a hole in the curtain. And wet
your pants."
Theresa smiled. "Oh, it really is them! Wow! I'm
convinced! Though I'd forgotten the part about wetting my pants. Do
they forgive me?"
After a moment, Peter said, "Of course. It
would never occur to anyone to hold it against a little kid like that.
And they actually were unfair to put you in that time out -- they
didn't realize your parents would have let you do it. So they're sorry.
And love you. And are proud of you."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she said, eyes misting up. Then she said, "And now I get to have a big orgasm for you, right?"
Without
waiting for an answer, Theresa pushed Peter gently and he dismounted.
She got her vibrator from beside the bed, turned it on, and presented
herself from the rear for Peter to take her.
Peter slid back in
and smiled. A shapely girl butt, just for him. None of the others had
suggested this, back when he had sex before he became a spiritual
fucker. He hadn't dare to suggest it. But Theresa had...
Adam
said, "Remember, we disappear when you disengage like that. But don't
tell Theresa -- it happens a lot, of course. Just keep it in mind. I
can't hear you if you say anything then. Got to be aware of where your
cock is... And it's got to be stuck in a pussy for us to communicate."
"A very fortunate requirement," said Peter brightly. "Anything else?"
"Nah, but the party of the bride says that vibrator sure feels good to them."
Peter relayed the encouragement to Theresa, who laughed and kept applying it to her clitoris down below his thrusting cock.
"I'm going to draw it out a long time," she said. "Make it a fantastic one."
The
minutes passed. Peter fucked the pussy that was so conveniently
presented to him for just that purpose. When he felt himself getting
too excited, he slowed down.
Adam said, "Hey, tell her not to go on forever. It's not fair to make a guy hold back too long."
After Peter relayed the message, Theresa looked over her shoulder at him. "You just saying that? Or did he really say that?"
"He really did... And he says he'll tell me about your embarrassing thing if you don't finish up pretty soon!"
Theresa
laughed, turned back around, and applied the Hitachi once more, but her
vocalizations now told a story of concentration and building excitement.
"Oh, aaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, body twitching, pussy clutching rhythmically.
Peter let himself go, and shot his wad in the girl 10 seconds later. It felt fantastic.
When
he caught his breath, Peter said, "Wonderful -- both parties say it was
fantastic. Have good sex often, to keep the ancestors happy."
His
credibility established, Peter earned his own fortune. Then he began
working with historians. Like most academics, historians were initially
skeptical of Kyle's claims. And yet some of what he had revealed --
some of the lost treasures -- solved genuine open historical questions,
if small ones.
In the years since, historians had framed
questions to ask. They could only ask them of historical figures who
had descendants, and only if the descendant was willing to have sex
with Peter -- or, for males, sex with a messenger girl who would then
have sex with Peter.
Now that she and hers were beyond the range
of any reprisal, what did Sally Hemings really think of her life
situation with Thomas Jefferson? What happened to all the ships that
perished without a trace? The dead captains, while they feel a penis
poking pleasantly into their descendant's vagina, can give the answer.