Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 19
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
Another client emergency hit at 8:00am Eastern Time. Which meant 5:00am for me in Oregon. My iPhone had incessantly warned me awake as the girls slept on. Several teams from other small firms were on the case too. This was no simulated attack. Downtime could cause my client to lose millions. I worked frantically for hours.
When the girls awoke as the sun came up, they recognized my seriousness and gave me space. Maggie provided freshly squeezed orange juice; I am not a coffee drinker. I’d like to say I saved the day, but I didn’t. I contributed to the eventual success, yeah. But I was becoming a bit player. I realized that this had become a crowded field. The big money for quick work was gone. It had become a salaried field. Decent money for an office drone, but not for me. Also, I was not having fun. I decided to close my business. Sometimes you have to know when to fold. Without anymore internal debate, I hit send and notified my clients I was closing shop.
I was folding more than I ever had in my brief life. Football and basketball ... I was walking away. My business in shutdown mode. I wanted to get the hell out of high school. Failure was a bitter taste. There was only one thing to do.
“Hey Maggie, can you get us a reservation for a late lunch at someplace special? And the same limo if he is available? Hmm, you know what. The place you found for Hanna and my date was fantastic. I’d like to see what it would be like downstairs in public for a normal meal.”
Maggie saluted. “On it, boss!” and we both laughed.
Two and a half hours later, we were all showered and dressed. On last week’s mega shopping trip, Maggie had found me some great polished, but relaxed looks. For today, she picked out dark-washed jeans, a nice shirt and a casual jacket. I thought I looked like a professional athlete out for an afternoon. And she managed to take care of herself too. A short, blue and white speckled dress with thigh-high boots.
Molly wore red, imagine that. She was equally gorgeous. I liked that my identical twins never dressed identically. Doris Alex wore a stunning short red dress too that actually muted her red hair, but looked amazing. Hanna was wearing the same dress from last night, but of course she insisted on us giving her ‘five minutes’ to change clothes up at her place.
Into the limo and up the hill we went. Hanna ran inside and came out twenty-five minutes later. It was worth the wait. She came out in a short black dress again, but it was a sophisticated business suit look somehow. She looked like a sexy young woman trying not to look sexy ... and failing.
The girls were all over each other, taking off their clothes and having excellent sex. Err, no, they were not. They talked, giggled, played with the limo buttons, looked in all the cubbies, and found the champagne and flutes. They had a great time. Watching them instead of the outdoors, I again lost track of where we were, until we rolled up to the familiar antebellum-style mansion. This time, in the daylight, such as it was through the clouds, I could see more of the outside. For a brief moment, I spied a discrete, well-landscaped parking lot in back that contained a couple dozen luxury cars and a few limos. The mansion looked even more impressive in the daytime. And not a single clue it might be a place of business ... except for the almost hidden parking lot.
Gwen! I smiled seeing her walking down the steps to meet us. “Good afternoon, Mr Cochran, and Hanna. Lovely to see you back again so soon. And hello Maggie, Molly and Doris Alex. Welcome! Let me show you to your table. Again, everything has already been covered, including generous tips.”
Doris Alex pulled me close and whispered, “She is a Sibling, and doesn’t recognize me.”
That nugget of information put the restaurant in a whole new light. This property must be owned by the Society. No wonder we were not asked for our IDs the night before. And Gwen deemed Hanna’s naked walk acceptable. Our round table for five was in a bright corner past the ornate bar. Large glass windows opened to pine trees and spruce with no sign of the parking lot that was out there somewhere.
Maggie sat to my right, Hanna to my left, still with new girlfriend seating preference, and Doris Alex and Molly across from me. I glanced around to see if I recognized anyone. I expected there to be several Brothers here. But then I thought better of it and focused on my beautiful companions.
A large Lazy Susan was filled with interesting appetizers. I dug in. Hunger had set in! My girls followed my lead. I leaned into Maggie and whispered, “Did you know this place is owned by the Society?” She gave me her Mona Lisa smile and popped an app in her mouth.
The girls all ordered fancy non-alcoholic drinks. The champagne on the limo ride over had been plentiful. Water was my drink of choice. I wondered if anyone would have been carded down here among the other patrons. I figured the staff would enforce the twenty-one age requirement when not in a private room.
We ordered from the menu today. I had a simple but amazing steak, while the girls went for fresh seafood. I really should stop calling them girls. They are all young women. They could all pass for eighteen, but twenty-one would be a stretch ... even for Doris Alex.
Best late lunch I have ever experienced. We talked about everything and anything, but stayed mostly PG-rated. Molly brought up our holiday Antigua trip. I shot her a quick look, and she laughed. “Oh, come on. Hanna is one of us. She is going if her daddy allows it.”
I nodded as the young women excitedly filled her in on the trip. Hanna’s birthday was coming soon; December 1st, so she would be eighteen by the time we went. Still, I sensed a touch of concern.
“Do you have a passport, Hanna?” I asked.
“Yes, my father locked it in his safe.”
“Ah, so I will have to talk to him soon.” I said.
Thirty seconds later, Hanna’s phone buzzed with a message. She looked and said, “Unfucking believable! My parents are back in town. My father would like me to come home soon and bring you with me.”
“Incredible timing; does he have you bra wired?” Doris Alex asked.
Hanna replied, “Not wearing one, or panties either.”
“Well, this should be fun!” I sighed.
Hanna and I went up the hill towards her place in my shiny black F150 with a crew cab and, especially important, a bench seat. We left the others behind after exiting the limo on our return from lunch. Maggie had my credit card and went off with Molly and Doris Alex for some shopping. Hanna slid over on the bench seat in the cuddle position, and I smiled, running my hand along her thigh. I was pretty certain we would be on camera. Once at the entrance gate. I put my arm around her and pulled her in close. If I were about to get grief about her being my fourth girlfriend, I might as well make it look good.
I buzzed the gate and waited. Assuming someone was in a power play, making us wait, I turned and kissed Hanna, enjoying the taste of her mouth. The gate opened. We maintained the kiss for a few moments, then we pulled up the drive and got out, holding hands. I waved my other hand at the camera at the door.
Hanna laughed. “Are you always this bold around parents?”
“Just the rich and powerful ones.” I grinned back.
Hanna’s family assistant, or nanny, or a personal assistant, or maybe some other employee opened the door for us. I didn’t much care who she was as she did not introduce herself. “Hanna, get out of that dress and into normal clothes. I’ll show your friend to the study.”
Obnoxious bitch, she is. Ordering your girlfriend around like she is a child. Way too young to be her mother.
Shut up, Yoda, I got this.
Hey, if she wanted to be rude, I would be too. I acted as if she didn’t exist. The creature without a face or body opened the door to the study and told me where to sit. I ignored the words and stood. Waited. And waited. Not moving from the spot I stood. My eyes traveled around the larger room. An impressive amount of books on the walls. Beautiful mahogany desk (maybe) with a docked MacBook Pro. Two uncomfortable-looking straight-backed wooden chairs faced the desk. The chair behind the desk looked plenty comfortable. As did the chair at the head of a small conference table in the room. The other conference room chairs were the same spartan wood chairs with no padding.
Eventually, a Japanese man of about fifty walked in and stared at me.
I asked, “Tanaka-hakase?”
He replied, “Yes, you may call me Nate.”
I offered to shake his hand and said, “Hello Nate. You may call me Z.”
He said, “If I must” and ignored my briefly outstretched hand. The voice in my head laughed and said:
Oh, this is going to be so much fun. We are playing a game of ‘who can be the bigger asshole’
Nate sat behind his desk in that comfy chair and leaned back, motioning me to a chair in front of the desk. “Thanks,” I stated. Then turned and wheeled the nice conference room chair around. Pushing a straight-back chair to the side, and sat down staring at him, keeping my face emotionless.
We stared at each other. Another power game. Who would speak first? It would not be me. After an insufferably long time he said, “You are quite the asshole, eh?”
I smiled. “I thought that was the game we were playing, and you were winning handily. Who has the most money? You would win too. Who has the most industrial success? No contest. Who had a brilliant academic career? I’m not even on the playing field. Now we could measure each other’s dick length? I may have a decent chance of winning that.”
Nate stared at me not reacting. Then he burst into laughter. “You do have enormous balls, that is for sure. And only sixteen years old!”
I grinned. “Hey, as you know, I turn eighteen in a few weeks.”
Nate laughed again, stood up and leaned far over the desk, hand extended. I stood up and shook it. He sat and motioned for me to sit, and we began again.
“Tell me, Buckaroo Banzai, how is your life these days?”
I laughed. “I saw it! Such a manic movie. Much as my life has been since moving to Oregon. Though I am not a rock star or a scientist.”
“Word is, you have seen every science fiction movie since The Day the Earth Stood Still.”
“Guilty. I watched the 1951 original three times.”
“So now here you are. A character in a crazy movie. Or maybe a bad porn story. Let’s see ... athletic boy becomes ridiculously rich overnight, for no apparent reason, gains powers that make him irresistible to women, assembles a harem in days. Have you read that story?”
I laughed hard. “I think you’d have to be more specific! Sounds like that story has been written a thousand times.”
“Wherever you go, here you are. Do you know why I asked you to come here today, Z?”
“Hmm, like a criminal racing away from a crime scene, running stop signs and speeding, when stopped by a cop ... perhaps my best response is... ‘I have no idea, officer’?”
Nate laughed. “Yes, we have a lot to cover. Doris Alex told you about the Society. And about me?”
I nodded. “I expect she understated everything about you. And she gave me more information about my biological father.”