The Story of Robert & Jennifer & Nettie Powell
Husbands and wives were rarely seen at the Station. The Federationistas for whatever reason preferred to rescue one person at a time. If husband and wives were a rarity, then husbands and wives and children were even more so. Technically speaking there were only two families at present on the Station. There was Michelle Delving and her young children Damon and Eva who nearly everyone was convinced were not-quite-children.
And then there was Robert & Jennifer Powell and their 18 year old daughter Nettie.
All three had been rescued and brought there by the Federationistas, which raised more than one set of eyebrows. Obviously the Federationistas saw some additional potential in this family by choosing to bring all three of them together.
Robert & Jennifer Powell were both loyal servants of the World Government. He worked in the Department of Conformity in the Division of Unanimity and she in the Department of Mass Line in the Office of Official State-Sanctioned Spontaneity. Both were eager fans of the World Government, feeling that only the brightest minds could guide humanity. The fact that the Earth had apparently destroyed itself diminished none of their faith in smarter central planning.
And thus they uncritically accepted the claim that the Earth had been destroyed by Man Made Galactic Temperature Change and that they had been rescued by the Federationistas to repopulate New Earth. They were excited and honored to have been selected. As a rare husband and wife combination, of course, it was only natural that they would first want to partner with each other.
"That is the natural instinct, but not always the correct one," Bessie warned them. "You might be better genetically compatible with a different man, and a different woman."
Jennifer gave a nervous smile and grasped her husband's hand. "Oh, I'm sure we're the best ones for each other, aren't we, Honey?"
"Of course!" said Robert.
"Better keep a tight grip on him, Jennifer," said Bessie. "There's more than one woman out there who I know would delight in getting to know such a handsome man like Robert." She licked her lips and rubbed her thigh in a way that somehow made Jennifer uncomfortable.
"We'll be fine," said Robert. "When may the pairing begin?"
"Well, first you have to have sex," said Bessie.
"Sex?"
"The Federationistas like to see that couples are emotionally compatible. It's not a formal requirement, but it's something they... they like to see. Is that a problem?"
Jennifer grasped Robert's hand tighter. "They... they are going to watch us have sex?"
"No one really knows," said Bessie. "But it is presumed they are watching everywhere."
"Come on, Jennifer. It's not like we've never done it before," said Robert.
"But... to do it in front of an audience."
"You'll be in your quarters, and no one else will be there," said Bessie.
"But... they're recording, watching?"
Bessie shrugged her massive shoulders. "No one really knows."
"Dear, it's about saving the human race," said Robert, rubbing her shoulders.
Jennifer reluctantly nodded. "All right."
"Great!" said Bessie. "You too have a romantic evening together, and first thing tomorrow morning I'll set you up with Graylor."
"Graylor?"
"A most charming man. I think you'll really like him."
After they left Bessie turned to Frog, who had been motionless and silent the entire time. "What do you think?"
"He could be a good addition to the program, but I am not sure she will cooperate when we split them up." Her talk crystal glowed with every word.
Bessie scratched her nose. "Yes, she could be a problem. I'll inform Graylor."
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Robert sensed Jennifer's nervousness as he kissed her that night. They were all alone in their new quarters, and their daughter Nettie had her own room, but who knew who was watching them? Despite having given her the rod for nearly 20 years, his wife Jennifer was still a little uptight about sex, a reluctance which might hinder her participation in the Experiment.
He took off his own jumpsuit, and heard her whimper slight as he removed her own. "Hey, hey, it's going to be all right. We're going to create a whole new human race, just the two of us."
"We... we are?"
He looked down at her trembling naked body. She looked so sexy with her small pointed breasts, her flat stomach, her muscular thighs. He always enjoyed making love to her and would do so even more tonight.
"You bet," he smiled grimly. He pulled her down to bed and slowly eased himself into her. He felt her warm wetness embracing him like a velvet glove as he entered Jennifer's vagina.
"Ahhhhh," Jennifer smiled. "But they're watching," she whispered.
"Then let's give them a good show."
Before long Robert was poling inside his wife's tight, moist vagina as she smiled up at him. Neither had a care in the world. It all felt so familiar, so good. But for Robert the extra spice was the idea of being watched, being observed. He would never have admitted it to Jennifer, but it excited him.
"Think about it, Jen," he said. "We're going to create a whole new human race, just you and me."
"Yes," she gasped, as his hard, red rod plowed into her.
"Our genes, yours and I will create an entirely new human race!"
"Oh, that would be so great!" Jennifer cried. Her vagina was stuffed full of penis. She was wet and lubricating; she could hardly be otherwise. Her nipples were hard and pointing at her best friend in the world. She felt a familiar tingling in her cunt.
Robert felt her warm, animal wetness stimulating him, and felt an increasing tightness in his shaft.
"A whole new human race," he whispered. "Your vagina, my penis."
"Yes!"
"Your egg, my sperm!" He drilled her faster.
"We're going to be the Adam and Eve of a whole new human race!"
"Yes, Robert, yes!"
"Oh Jennifer! Jennifer!"
"Me too!"
"Ooohh! Ooooh Oooooh!" He flooded into her just as she cried out, feeling an orgasm radiating out of her cunt. As he filled her with his seed Jennifer realized she had never felt so grateful to be inseminated.
To create a whole new human race.
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Jennifer held her breath as Graylor studied their gene plates.
"Is there a problem?" Bessie asked.
"There is some overlap," said Graylor. "They are not as complementary as they could be."
"But we love each other very much," Jennifer cried.
Frog said, "Graylor does not mean the word as you think he does. He means that you have many of the same gene traits in common with your husband."
She grabbed Robert's hand instinctively. "Well, isn't that a good thing, for both of us to have decency and respect and love?"
"It can be, but there are other factors to consider," said Graylor. He stuck out his forked tongue and hissed softly as Jennifer shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Very well, you may make the attempt."
The results came in quickly.
600.
"600? What does that mean?" Jennifer asked.
"A passing grade is 800 or higher out of a thousand," said Frog. "600 is average, or very slightly above average."
"Oh," said Jennifer.
"What, what do we do now?"
"The logical course of action would be to select different mates," said Bessie sweetly.
"No!" said Jennifer, clutching onto Robert tightly. "I won't allow it."
Bessie's eyebrows shot up.
"Isn't there another alternative?" Robert asked desperately.
"Well, you could try to adjust your gene weights."
"Gene weights?"
"To weigh some of your wife's gene traits more than yours. Or some of yours more than your wife's. Truthfully, in cases like this, it doesn't usually change the results radically."
"We'll try it!" Jennifer cried. "Let's do it right now!"