Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 10
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge is ending. A new generation is growing towards adulthood. Since ElSol proclaimed he would never finish his masterpiece, I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is absolutely not a sequel, just my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. Chapter lengths vary widely. This is intended to be a long continuing story.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Science Fiction Paranormal Incest Mother Son Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Harem White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
The voice in my head invaded my dreams. The voice was no fan of Doris Alex.
She gaslit you for years, man. The lies, withholding the truth, trivializing your needs, denials ... she did it to everyone. All to be in control. Always wanting to be in control. The arrogance. She’d sell her son for rank.
I woke with morning wood, of course. Doris Alex was nearby as I lay flat on my back. She is only Doris Alex now. Seemingly in the same position as she had been when we fell asleep. I rolled over and nestled my cock back between her ass cheeks, slowly using them to masturbate, up and down, up and down. I had promised no sex until she begged. My promises were kept, unlike Doris Alex. My hand snaked under her body so I could now grasp both tits in my hands, mauling them as I got closer and closer to releasing. I rolled her onto her stomach using her tits as handholds. I lifted my upper body to pulsate gobs of cum onto her back.
Tossing the covers back, I preserved my load on her skin. I released her tits and used one hand to scoop wads of cum with my fingers, while wrapping my other hand in her hair, turning her head, and feeding my seed into her mouth. She sucked and licked my fingers clean again and again, swallowing until her back was only slightly wet. I kept my promise.
I rose to my knees, slapped her ass and said, “Time to shower and go get my girls. You can use my old bathroom, or join me in my new luxury shower.” She did not join me.
I waited downstairs. Turned the TV on to see the news. Finally, Doris Alex descended the stairs and stood by me. She always took pride. Hair down, styled, with a simple but stylish dress on. I lifted her hem and discovered she was wearing panties. “You know better; step out of them.”
As she did, I inspected to confirm she did not wear a bra. Only took a couple of moments to jump in my truck with Doris Alex in shotgun and arrive in front of the twin’s house. They did not bound outside. I figured I’d be talking to the parents, or at least the mom. It was well past the time for him to be at work.
Previously, I had talked to the parents only in passing before as I would head to the rec room and join our friends. They were always nice enough, but seemed perpetually stressed. Today, she was standing at the door and let us in before I could knock. The husband appeared to be gone. The wife was an unremarkable woman in her forties. Time and stress had added way too much weight to her short body. She was visibly nervous.
I took the few steps to the living room couch and sat. It was a formal room with old people’s furniture. Wood trimmed, stiff couch and chairs with the nailhead trim that were supposed to be decorative. One one picture on the wall, a fake painting of a lake and mountain that every house used to have ... back in the 70s, I imagined. Doris and the wife engaged in meaningless chatter that I completed ignored. I waited. I heard her proclaim emotionally over the babble, “I just don’t know; he is only a kid!”
Standing, I walked to the door, opened it and said, “Then we are done. Good luck.”
“Stop! Please wait!” I heard her say.
I turned, faced her and looked at the fear and confusion in her eyes. Quietly, I explained. “Maggie and Molly are mine. I am making them the priority in my life. What is unanswered is just how much more your indecision will damage them and your family. The very best option is to give them to me now. Deep down, you know that. They made their choice. But it is up to you to make your choice. Come, Doris Alex.”
“Wait! You are right. They are yours. Please come back in Brother and explain how this will work.” Her fear was palpable. Fear of losing her daughters. Fear of what keeping them might cause. She knew their powers. Or at least expected what they would become. I felt bad; being the asshole was not my thing. But I knew I had to be forceful for the twins, and for their parents.
I turned, came back in the door and took my original seat. “They are mine. The twins come with me. I will protect and train Maggie and Molly. They will be my family. And the Society’s. Most nights, they sleep with me. But to the outside world, you will remain a happy family. They will keep their friends. Including me.”
“When they turn eighteen, they will become my crested Siblings. For today, they come with me. I will take them to school on Thursday and drop them off after school. They will spend the night at your house. I will pick them up Friday morning for school, then keep them over the weekend. Life will continue.”
The wife sighed, “I will send them down.”
Soon they stood before me in casual but stylish short dresses.
“Dresses off,” I commanded.
Their dresses flew off. However, surprisingly, they wore bralettes and panties. “Girls, you know better. No panties. No bras, but the bralettes are okay. You will wear these dresses on Thursday. Bring nothing else but any schoolwork today. Leave the panties.”
“Naked now. Feet spread, tits presented.”
Almost instantly, they were naked and presenting themselves to me. The wife breathing in sharply was the only sound. Maggie was shaved. Molly’s pubic hair was dyed flaming red. I smiled at that. She had rushed out last night to accomplish that task two days early. I glanced at Doris Alex. “You should get used to it. Naked now too.”
Doris Alex stripped quickly and assumed the position. Doris blushed red. The twins didn’t, standing proudly. The wife gasped this time.
“They would walk out this door naked for me. But we need to keep up appearances in the neighborhood. Put only the bralettes and dresses back on. And shoes. Kiss your mom goodbye. You will see her again on Thursday after school.”
As we pulled back into my garage, in my house, I informed my Siblings, “Always remove your clothes in the garage. Carry them in. You will remain naked in my house unless and until I say otherwise.”
As my women made breakfast naked, I kept hearing Doris Alex try to assert rank over the twins. It increased as we went upstairs, and I had them move my clothes, computer and assorted items into my new bedroom. Moving toiletries into my new bathroom and a limited amount of Doris Alex’s into my old bedroom and bathroom. When I showed the twins, Doris Alex’s massive lingerie and dress collection, I informed them it was an open closet ... what was Doris Alex’s was now theirs too. After all, most of it should fit. They were the same size, though Doris Alex had gained some weight recently.
Doris Alex voiced an objection. I had had enough. “Doris Alex, I know rank is important to Siblings, but you are getting on my nerves. I don’t care what your Bloodline is. When the twins turn eighteen, they will become my crested Siblings and outrank you. As far as I am concerned, they outrank you now!”
“Unless of course, you desire to be my First? Doris Alex, do you desire to be my First? It will give you rank for a year and a half.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You want me to beg to fuck you! I am already your trainer.”
Oh, you are my trainer? Tell me, Doris Alex, is it common for a Brother to have his trainer in his house not be his First?
“No, not common.”
“So once again, you are gaslighting me?”
Doris Alex was silent for once.
Finally, I pressed. “Do you want to be my First?”
“Fuck you! Fuck it! Fuck me! Yes, yes, I want to be your First. Fuck me, please! Are you happy?”
“No, not with your attitude and your manipulation. You are also not my trainer. The past is over. New rules now.”
“Yes, Brother,” Doris Alex responded after I stared at her.
“My Two. Please take Doris Alex into my bathroom. Shave her baby-smooth. Give her a bubble bath with her rose extract, then put her on her back on my new bed. I will fuck her missionary style so we can look into each other’s eyes. Oh, and warm her up well for me.” The twins were no fans of Doris Alex. They saw her arrogance and feared her plans for them. Indoctrination equaled mind control. With Doris Alex being the controller.
I went downstairs, and grabbed a water, turned on the TV and watched hi-lights from the weekend’s football games. The doorbell rang, and I looked out to see my FedEx overnight boxes. My order contained quite an array of ‘adult toys’. I opened everything up and arranged the array all on the dining room table. I planned to use three fancy anal training kits. Plenty of lube. Various vibes and fake cocks. Even a few BDSM items for someday in the future.
I grinned as I heard noises from above. The women must be on the bed and warming up. I gave them another fifteen minutes, then headed upstairs to join them, bringing along a tube of lube. Before I even got to my massive new bedroom, sex and pheromones assailed my senses. The twins had taken my directions to warm her up to heart.
One twin was riding Doris Alex’s face. The other had her head buried between Doris Alex’s legs. A muffled, desperate moaning was coming from Doris Alex. As I drew closer, I saw the red pubic hair. It was Molly riding her face. Quietly, I removed my clothes and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. All three women were enjoying themselves without limit. I sat and took in the scene while filtering out the pheromones. Squeals and screams announced each orgasm. I was glad I had shut all the windows.
The twins signaled each other to switch. Doris Alex lay there almost unmoving, quite the worse for wear. They saw me and froze. I waved for them to continue. Maggie hopped on her face and urged Doris Alex onward; Molly gave her more motivation. I counted four, then five more orgasms in the room and rose from the chair. I tapped out Molly, then Maggie got down and both lay on each side of Doris Alex. Her face was soaked with the twins’ juices.
I waited until her eyes focused on me at the foot of the bed. “What do you want, Doris Alex?”
No answer. I waited.
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