A knock ca at the door. Richie went to open it—it was Chas, and he had Xavier and Rusty with him, one attached to each nipple. Richie started laughing. "You look like a big old milk cow standing there with those two kids. Suits you right."
Constantine had to giggle a little bit. "Here, let have Rusty and I’ll finish feeding him."
"Oh no, they both drained dry. Now they get to have a second round on you, Constantine—both of them. If I can feed them both, so can you."
Constantine sat down on the couch and took one child at a ti, letting them find the nipple on their own. They were soon nursing him gently.
"Damn, boy, you must be a natural at that. They latched onto my nips and it was like a drag race—they would try to see who could suck the hardest and get the most out of each gland."
"Have a seat, Chas. I was just telling the boys about the birds and the bees and not to get caught out too early behind that tree, or else you’ll be waddling with a big belly before it’s your ti."
Richie looked at Chas and, as a child will, he popped out the first question. "Just how did you get knocked up so young? Were you ignorant and bend over for the first Genn that ca around sniffing, or was it one of the other young n that you were hanging around with who got a hold of your virtues and took your goodies from you?"
"I wished it had been like that," Chas replied. "Thanks to the Z1 and a few things that happened at the corporate ranch that I was raised on, we were freed. My dad, who I didn’t know was my dad, was also in the breeding program as a top. I had grown up in the program and this was my first pregnancy implant."
Chas shifted slightly, adjusting the children. "You see, Richie, they gave us a special dicine left over from the slave days on the ship that brings you into your cycle as young as 16, way before your transition. It’s called Genconmide. It was put up inside of our bellies through our vent, and it causes you to mature out early on the inside. As soon as the process is over and you cycle, they send a breeder into you who is drugged with Thorcon. He mounts you and breeds you. Neither one of you knows what’s going on because you’re too far out of it."
His expression grew darker. "We were told that we had a virus that would make our belly swell, and when we got to a certain point, we needed to go and they would help to remove the virus. But they couldn’t guarantee that they would get it all—sotis it would take three swellings, which I found out were three pregnancies. Then you go into your transition and they farm you out to other ranches like breeding stock, or if you were like my dad, you’re sent to be a top breeder for the younger Genn that are coming up in the program."
"You saw that my dad is expecting. He thought this was his first pregnancy, only to find out from Lex that this is his fourth." Chas’s voice grew informative. "Through DNA matching—which all of us have our blood taken, just a little pinprick, you probably have already had it done yourself by Lex. That would be a machine that touched your finger and bit you. It tells you all about your DNA, who you are, and who you’re related to. They do it here for all of the breedings that take place and everyone that cos to live here, so that close family relations don’t cross and accidentally conceive children together."
"That’s how they know so much about everybody, and it’s because Mr. Zack really cares about us."
"Wow," Richie remarked. "They really do care about the Genn who live on the Z1 and our health and safety. I didn’t know humans did that."
"Not all of them do, Richie, but it’s just who Mr. Zack is. He’s been doing it for over 20 years, though it hasn’t always been easy for him. There’s been a lot of bumps in the road—he’s had fortunes, misfortune, and tragedy in his lifeti, but he never gives up on us Genn, and we won’t ever let him down."
Chas stood up, energized. "If you feel up to another trip, I want you to et soone that lives here. She’s responsible for all this building out front, and the side over there is where the new interactive exhibit museum, library, cultural center, and my dad’s restaurant’s going to be, along with other things here on the Z1. Her husband is designing all the exterior gardens, walking paths, and everything throughout both farms here and next door at the Hawthorne ranch. You all will love her—her na’s Miss Emma. And just let you know, yes, she’s human. Her husband Leo is human, so is their new daughter Allison, but Max, who is expecting Leo’s son Erin, is Genman and he serves as a wet nurse for Allison."
"Okay, guys, I need to make a call and verify that Emma can give us a tour today, or when is her earliest ti. So give a few minutes."
Chas returned about 10 minutes later. "I talked to Emma and she issued an apology. She says the site will be clean enough tomorrow for us to co and et her there at about 10 AM, and she wants us to be the first ones to see the unfinished works of the ultimate Genn. So we can do anything else today—we can go all over the ranch, we can stand around and do nothing, or we can let everybody else catch up and be kids so Constantine and I can be young adults."
The two boys were ecstatic—they could go terrorize sobody and eat cookies all day if Mr. Donnie had any made. They headed out the front door, going next door.
Constantine grabbed a pillow and hugged it as he sat down. He motioned for Chas to sit also—he wanted to talk.
"Chas, how did you know that Roger was your intended? How did you feel around him?"
"Dude, oh, it’s the first ti I slled him. The first ti I saw him, I wanted off in his vent. In fact, I let my fingers do the walking—I got myself all up in there, I felt him up, I went in there deep, I made him almost jump out of his seat." Chas’s eyes lit up with passion. "And believe , I have my fingers in him always. When we sit beside each other, I reach over and slide my hand down in his pants and play with his vent, and it just about drives him insane. I can’t wait until I make love to him—I don’t want to have sex, I want to make him climb up the walls as I make sweet love to him and put my child deep inside of him. So in 19 months we can welco our son together. Xavier already thinks he’s his father, and Roger has done nothing to dissuade him from this, so we will be together—it’s just a matter of ti."
Chas looked at his friend warmly. "Don’t worry, Constantine. You will find the right mate and you’ll be head over heels just like I am with Roger."
Constantine couldn’t tell Chas he felt for him the sa way Chas felt for Roger, but it couldn’t be so. He would put his crush out of his mind and start looking around at other suitable mates.
Chas hugged his friend. "Let’s see if the little twerps are awake yet and ready to go back to Uncle Stephen and Donnie’s place for a little mid-afternoon fun."
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