Chapter 21: Fantasies

Andrew's Story

I was in the middle of my favorite part of the day. I had my tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee's pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion rising and approaching a peak. I was trying to decide how long I should drag it out. I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but never having. It's damn sexy.

To see my beautiful serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course, maybe because I do this to her almost every day is why she's so damn serene the rest of the time. I hadn't thought of that. Anyway it's my favorite part of the day. I love to eat her pussy.

This is a time when I absolutely do not like to be interrupted. Cunnilingus interruptus really pisses me off. But sure as the phone ringing when you're in the shower, I heard that little voice in my head.

I'm not like most other guys. When they hear that little voice in their heads, it's usually their conscience calling. Me, I hear Emmy. And she has no discernable conscience of which I'm aware.

"Daddy", I heard. "Are you busy?"

To my credit, my tongue never broke stride. (Is that a mixed metaphor?) But I answered her anyway. "You know I'm busy. This better be important!"

"Daddy, Jake's leaving. You've gotta stop him!"

"How much time do I have?" Well darn, I wanted to finish Deirdre off. What am I, some kind of a sadist?

"He's getting dressed now, Daddy. He'll be gone in five minutes."

My only option was to attack Dee Dee's clit. I sucked that little button between my lips and licked it like a lollipop. I heard a blood-curdling shriek and realized I had caught Deirdre completely off guard. She never expected a full frontal assault since I usually bring her to a slow boil before I begin any serious work.

Her orgasm was unexpected and incredibly intense. Her thighs clamped my head in a vise grip as I kept her at a peak. Her pussy was grinding on my mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally she collapsed in a heap.

I heard her saying "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Do I have a great life or what?

I climbed up and held her in my arms for a moment, trying to savor the feel of my sweet Deirdre. I love her. I kissed her passionately. I gave a little peck on each cheek and then on each closed eyelid. But then I had to go.

I reached out to Emmy. "Are you involved in this?" As if I didn't know.

I heard her reply. "Kinda, Daddy. I'll meet you in the living room."

I slipped on some tennis shorts and a tee shirt and hurried down the stairs. Emmy was coming out of the eGirls' room.

Jake was in the living room, headed for the door. I called out to him. "Hey Jake, hold up for a minute."

He didn't look too happy, but he paused and turned towards me. Emmy came running down the stairs. She was crying. Dang, I don't remember the last time I saw Emmy cry. Even Jake looked concerned.

Emma said, "I'm sorry Jake. It's my fault! I'm the one. Be mad at me."

Jake didn't have a clue what Emma was talking about. After all, no one knew about the 'special talents' that the eKids come by naturally. We've been keeping it under wraps, just covering our ass, so to speak.

But Emma had decided that this was important enough to let the cat out of the bag. I was a bit miffed. I am her father after all. Like maybe she could have consulted me first? Oh well, the next time she consults me first will be the first time.

Jake said, "It's not your fault Emma. Don't worry about it, honey."

Emma said, "Yes it is!! It is my fault. I'm sorry." She was crying and looked pitiful. I saw her doing a pretty good Joanne Woodward tonight, so I wasn't sure if she was acting or if this was the real thing.

I thought I better step in here. "Jake, sit down on the sofa and let's talk. There're some things you should know."

We sat down, Jake and Emma on the couch, me on one of those chairs that women seem to accumulate but men can hardly get comfortable in. I wasn't sure how to do this.

"Jake, I've got some things to tell you that are top secret. If you don't want to know them, or are afraid you can't keep your mouth shut, then head on out of here and we'll forget about it."

Jake was already annoyed. I didn't know why, but he looked pretty upset. So he said, "Drew, you know I can keep my mouth shut. What the hell is this about? Oh, sorry Emma."

Emma gave a tentative smile behind her tears. "You can swear around me as much as you damn well please, Jake. I live with Daddy, remember?"

Why is it that whenever people around here get into it, I end up being used as a bad example? I'm supposed to be the authority figure in this house, aren't I?

I said, "Jake the kids have some abilities that we've never discussed with anyone. I'm not talking about intelligence. We've never hidden how intelligent they are. But they've got other abilities, ones that are cutting edge, even a little dangerous."

Jake had no idea what I was talking about. So Emma jumped in. "Jake, I can read minds. I'm telepathic."

Jake actually smiled at that one. "Go on. You're pulling my leg, right?"

Emma said, "No. If I try hard I can tell what you are thinking. You've noticed that Edie and Eddie don't have much to say? That's because they prefer to talk mind to mind. It's easier and faster."

Jake asked, "Can normal people hear you?" It was an obvious question. He still looked incredulous, but he's been around the eKids long enough to know that they can do just about anything. Why not this too?

Emma replied, "They can hear us sometimes if we project right to them. Daddy can always hear us if we talk to him."

Jake asked me, "Is that true, Drew?"

"Yeah, Jake. I've been able to communicate with them since before they were born. All of the eKids have this ability."

I saw Jake's eyes open wide. He turned to Emma. "You did WHAT?"

I turned to Emma too. "What exactly did you do, Emmy? Just tell me about tonight. Leave the rest of your wicked life out of it. I don't have time for true confessions."

Jake said to me, "Didn't you hear her? Did you hear what she did?"

Emmy looked like she was going to cry again. She said, "No I didn't Jake. I couldn't make you do something like that. You both already wanted to."

I was confused. I was missing part of this conversation. "Please, for the duration of this discussion, would you two kindly verbalize? I'm missing half of what's being said here."

Jake said, "You mean we've been doing it? Talking telepathically? I'll be a son of a bitch! I didn't even notice."

I told Emma, "You better tell Jake exactly what happened. And say it! You dragged me away from Dee Dee. The least you can do is include me in."

Jake had a half smile on his face. "You were with Dee Dee?"

I was getting exasperated. "Yes! I was with Dee Dee. And I left her only half-done, which really pisses me off. She's my wife! Occasionally I'm with her, if Emma will ever leave me alone! And we're not talking about me and Dee Dee; we're talking about you and Helen. Aren't we?"

Emma said to Jake, "You and Helen wanted to be together. It was obvious to everyone. Even Daddy must have noticed. But Homo sapiens are always so afraid. Usually they're afraid of looking foolish. They don't do the very things they want to do most, just because they are afraid of being embarrassed. I saw what Helen and you wanted, so I 'tweaked' you just a bit so you wouldn't be embarrassed by it. That's all. I couldn't make you like each other. You two did that by yourselves."

Jake said, "You can do that? Unbelievable! Well, that's not the problem. If you did it, I'm kind of grateful you did. But that's not the problem."

Emma started to cry again. "I'm sorry, Jake. It was a joke. I just 'goosed' Helen's mind a little bit. I wasn't listening, I promise. But I thought it would be funny if she used Daddy's name. I know I was wrong. When Daddy got around to Momma Donnie, I was going to let her scream 'Jake'. I thought it would make for a fun morning tomorrow. I'm sorry!"

Both Jake and I looked at Emma with amazement. My mouth was wide open, and I couldn't form the words. I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

Actually when he got over the shock, Jake seemed to be in a much better mood. "Listen, Emma. Don't be pullin' tricks like that on grown-ups. It makes us crazy. Stick to stunts you understand, okay?"

Emma looked properly chastened. "Yes, Jake. I promise I won't do it again."

Jake said, "Andrew, you're going to finish off Deirdre and then take on Donnie? Are you really going to do that? You don't need any help there, do you?" My look was all the answer he needed.

Jake turned and walked back into the 'Get Andrew Laid' room. I guess things were okay with him.

But I wasn't through with Emma. When the door had closed (we heard a happy squeal come from inside the room), I turned to her. "Okay, what was that about? I figured you got those two together. But it's not like you to pull such a dirty trick. Did you really do it?"

All her tears were dry, it seems. "Daddy, you know you're every woman's dream! If I were ten years older, I'd be going after you myself! Don't blame Helen."

I guess I was impressed. Maybe Emma does have a conscience. "So you didn't make her say it. It was nice of you to pull Helen's ass out of the fire. That's a mistake I'll bet she doesn't make again."

Emma turned to go up the stairs. I still wasn't finished with her.

"Wait a minute, little girl. You're not off the hook that easily. First, you know you're not supposed to be eavesdropping when two adults are in bed! And second, what's this 'Donnie' thing you talked about?"

Emma looked at me with those innocent eyes. There may be nothing more dangerous in the world than Emmy's innocent eyes. "First, Daddy, I wasn't eavesdropping. Helen screamed your name. I'm not deaf, you know. You would have heard it too if Momma Dee Dee didn't have her legs wrapped around your ears. And do you really want to know the second thing Daddy?"

It's exasperating to have an eight-year old who knows everything. I said, "Of course I really want to know. What good is it to have a daughter who reads minds if I can't take advantage of it now and then?"

"Momma Donnie has a kind of a thing for Jake. She's not in love with him or anything. She just thinks he looks sexy playing tennis. One of her favorite things is to watch you two play. It makes her horny."

Well that was information I had to digest. Watching us play tennis makes Donnie horny. Actually pretty much everything makes Donnie horny. She kind of likes Jake, huh? I wonder how I feel about that.

In the meantime, Dee Dee could probably use a little more attention. For that matter so could I.

Donnie's Story

We had a very nice family breakfast. Andrew threw together lovely mushroom omelets with grits. He also made scones which we had with lemon curd. He added some slender fresh asparagus on the side. My husband is an excellent unhurried cook. If I were cooking for eleven I would be a mess.

Jake and Helen couldn't take their eyes off of one another. It was very romantic. They kept smiling and making whispered comments. The rest of us pretended not to notice. I have to admit, I'll be questioning Emmy in a little while to find out what they were saying. Emmy was certainly eavesdropping. She hears all. She knows all. Unfortunately, often she tells all.

Before anyone had excused himself, Andrew made a general announcement. "We're going to have a little family meeting in fifteen minutes. I'd like all of us to meet in the den. Jake and Helen, you are welcome to sit in, but it's just some family business we have to attend to. Strictly off the record."

They decided to take a walk while we had our meeting. If I were them I would want it to be just the two of us. I remember when Andrew and we girls first met. We didn't want anyone to intrude. We wanted him all to ourselves.

The family congregated in the den. Andrew was master of ceremonies, since he had called the meeting. We have an odd family. To the world, Andrew is the public face of our family, the sexiest man on earth. But in the family itself, I get the distinct impression that Andrew considers himself to be the low man on the totem pool. He defers to everyone, even the children.

I think he pictures his position as role model and instructor of the kids, rather than authority figure. For the most part they make their own decisions, except for those areas where there are clearly defined parent-child roles. Those remain firmly intact.

I've never heard him raise his voice to the children and mean it. He never gives them direct orders. He makes suggestions. Fortunately they respect his suggestions and almost always comply with his requests. But if they didn't, he would just shrug his shoulders and go on with his life. He does not consider himself an omniscient all-powerful father figure even a little bit.

It's easy to understand why Dee Dee and I love him with all our hearts. He's almost too perfect to be true.

We all drifted into the den. I saw Ethan talking to Andrew. Ethan ran out of the den and returned a minute later with some printout or something. By this time all the kids were seated on the floor and Deirdre and I were on the couch. Andrew was standing, holding the printout that Ethan had brought.

He said, "Ethan, this is amazing work. I love it." Then he said to the group, "Ethan has designed housing for New Man U. He wondered if we would be willing to look at it. I'll pass it around to everyone. This is a design for a standard housing unit. If everyone likes it, we'll pass it on to the architect, have him peruse it. Then we'll incorporate Ethan's housing into the project if everyone agrees."

He passed the printout around. When it got to me I was amazed at the intricacy of the drawing. It looked like professional work, not even counting the unusual building that was represented. It looked like the majority of the building was underground. It was designed to look like a small hill in the landscape.

Andrew started on one of his tirades. He has a few hot buttons that are sure to set him off every time.

"First, the design is amazing. I personally think we should use it as a model for all our on-campus housing. But second," and he turned to Ethan, "how did you produce such professional work?"

Ethan said, "I was using an architectural design program that Emmy got for me."

Andrew said, "I don't remember paying for any program like that. How much does it cost?"

Emmy jumped in. "Oh, it's still in its free trial period. It's a twenty thousand dollar program."

Andrew asked, "And how long does the free trial last?"

Emmy said, "Forever."

I could see Andrew wasn't pleased. "Emma! This isn't a game program you downloaded. It's valuable software. If anyone found out we had this program without a license we could be sued."

Emma replied reasonably, "But Daddy, no one can find out. We're using the new operating system. It's safe."

Andrew said, 'That isn't the point, Emmy. If we were subpoenaed the cops could look at the computer and might find that software." I could see his mind working. Andrew always is able to add two plus two. "Wait a minute! How many other permanent 'trial' versions of software do we have?"

Emma looked smug, not unusual for her. "We have one of everything."

Andrew just shook his head. "Anything that we use in a production mode, we're gong to pay for." He turned to me. "Donnie, could you set up a bank account for the kids to use? Put plenty of cash in it." He turned back to the kids. "Buy what you need, but if it's something like a twenty thousand dollar program, please mention it to your mothers or me, okay?"

I wondered how many fathers talked that way to their eight year-olds. He was giving them carte blanche. He knew that if they needed something, they would just go out and get it. But he wanted them to pay for it.

He decided to change the subject. "Kids, I was thinking about the new operating system. If we are going to put it out there, I would like to include some kind of office suite. You know, a spreadsheet, a word processor, maybe a database. I would like it to have built in web-design capabilities as well. Maybe this is a lot to ask, but I was wondering if in your spare time you could throw something like this together."

Eddie spoke up, an unusual thing for her. "Okay, Daddy. I'll design them and help Eric and Ethan with the programming."

Edie added, "How about some kind of developer's system too? Everyone knows that Visual Studio.Net sucks big time."

Andrew nodded. "Okay. But I want it all to be open-source. And we'll be giving it away. None of this licensing crap that all the software companies are shoving down people's throats. They buy the operating system, the office suite and the developer's package comes with it, no additional charge. Oh, and make it compatible with Microsoft's file structure, okay? No reason to have people lose their data if they buy our OS."

I was getting impatient with this technical talk. Andrew could handle this just as easily without including Dee Dee or me. I said, "Is that what the meeting is about, Andrew? If it is, I've got things to do."

Andrew smiled. "Hold on, honey. I'm about done with the kids. Then I have some things we need to go over, if that's okay." He turned to the kids. "That's about it. Take a hike. Your mothers and I need to talk."

All of the kids got up to leave. Emma as usual looked like she already knew what we were going to talk about. She gave me a wink and a grin, then left. That little girl is peculiar.

Once we were alone, Andrew started talking. He looked uncomfortable. Pretty soon I found out why.

"Uh, last night I had an interesting discussion with Emmy. It got me to thinking. I know that's not always a good thing. But I want to revisit a discussion we had a long time ago. I'm sure you will remember it."

Deirdre said, "What discussion? Are we supposed to guess?"

Andrew was having a difficult time coming to the point, not unusual for him. "It's just that, uh, we talked way back in the beginning of time about something, and you two were upset with me for even bringing it up. That's why I'm a little, uh, reluctant to bring it up again."

I said, "If you are so reluctant then, why bother? If we didn't want to hear it then what makes you think we want to hear it now?"

Dee Dee said, "I remember! Are you talking about that ridiculous argument we had about you 'allowing' us to take lovers if we wanted?"

My mouth must have fallen open. I saw that Andrew noticed. He said, "Well, since you brought it up, yes, that's what I'm talking about."

Dee Dee wasn't angry. She was just baffled. "Why in the world would you mention that now? As I recall, you were talking about the times we were going to be apart. We haven't been apart since before we got married. This makes no sense whatsoever."

Andrew turned to me. "Does it make any sense to you, Donnie?"

I can put two and two together just as well as Andrew can. "What has Emma been telling you, Andrew?"

"She kind of hinted that you might be interested in scratching an itch, so to speak."

I don't know when I've been so embarrassed. I must have turned all kinds of shades of red. At the same time I felt a surge of electricity in my loins and suddenly I was becoming very, very wet. Still, just because I might have entertained some silly little fantasy that is all it ever would be: a silly little fantasy.