Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 21
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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. Only posted here on SOL.
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
Monday morning saw Maggie, Molly and me back in my shiny black F150 with a crew cab and, especially important, a bench seat. Maggie was in the cuddle position this time with a huge smile on her face. Yes, a real smile!
The new ring was not on her finger. If anyone wanted to see it and inspect it closely, they’d see the naked kneeling women etched into the sides. Not the thing to bring to high school. I am sure she had it on her somewhere. As Maggie had repeated to them last night, once they had their rings, they should keep them close because of the built-in security features.
Neither Maggie nor Molly had their skirts pulled up. In fact, they were not wearing skirts at all. It was a jeans day. Jeans week even ... and panties. I had no sisters, so this was all new to me. When Molly told me early this morning that there would be no fun tonight, it snowballed into Maggie and Doris Alex being out of commission all at the same time. So, I suspended all the rules. They offered to take care of me, but I declined. I could use a break too. At least for today. I wondered how long it would take before I wavered.
Hanna was waiting for us to pull up in the parking spot. Molly rolled down the window, and Hanna jumped up on the rail. She voiced her excitement about the change in her father’s attitude. Her eighteenth birthday on December 1st meant she could spend nights with us, and ride to school with us. At least for a few days. Hanna was graduating early at semester’s end. She was not planning to go off to college until the following September, so she would have a mini-gap year.
In the middle of all the talking about Hanna’s future, and freedom to be with us, Mark had snuck up next to Hanna on the side-step rails of my truck. The look of disappointment was clear on his face.
“Looking for something, Mark?” Maggie asked.
“Uh, wearing jeans today?”
“Yes, Mark, and panties too.” Molly teased.
With Mark’s face reddening, Molly turned to Maggie, saying, “Hey, perhaps you could give our friend a quick flash?”
Maggie said, “Sure!” leaned towards Mark and flipped her shirt and bralette up and down.
Molly yelled, “Maggie, it was a joke!” She punched Maggie on the arm.
“Hey, it was just a quick flash, and they’re my boobs.”
“If Mark has seen your boobs, he’s seen mine too,” Molly protested.
I grinned. “Actually, both sets of boobs are mine. You are not to flash anyone unless I say so.”
“Yes, sir,” Maggie responded. We laughed ... except for Mark.
Realizing no more flashes were forthcoming, Mark turned and walked away, thinking we were all crazy.
“We are terrible friends. That was mean! Maybe you both will have to make it up to him.” I said.
“I doubt he will complain; he got his cheap thrill for the day.”
Living large at Beaverton High School meant having the twins hip-locked to mine, walking the hallways. In each and every class, we were together. Somehow the fix was in before I ever made it to Oregon. I don’t even know how they let the twins be in the same classes. We were loaded up with AP classes, but it had to be an inside job. Even our lockers were together. Not that I was complaining. Quite a change from Iowa. Danville High School was tiny, but sparkling white, seemingly brand new. Beaverton was gigantic and a hundred years old.
Having the two hottest girls in the Pacific Northwest hanging on my arms was beyond pleasant. Perfect figures, beautiful in every way. Intelligent, witty, at least Molly always was. They had upped their fashion game. Always in skirts and dresses now. Bralettes at most, no panties. Except for one week a month. This week.
I was their one and only. Everyone knew the ice queens never dated. Not once, with anyone. While they escaped the idiot dudes bragging about fantasy exploits, my friends told me the quiet rumors were they must be lesbians. Of course! How could the varsity quarterback being turned down repeatedly be anything else? Don’t ya love high school!
Day after day, slowly churning through our high school careers. I rarely carried any books. Had to keep my hands free! One day we cruised into AP Lit, breaking our hip lock to get in the door. We grabbed our seats. Molly to my left, Maggie to my right. Typical hundred-year-old classroom with two dozen teenagers of more than average motivation. More females than males.
Ms Bertrand decided to pick on me. “No book, Mr Cochran? We are discussing The Brothers Karamazov today.” She was a twenty-something brunette. Not yet ground down by the education system. Pleasant enough to look at. Competent, but with a sarcastic streak.
“I have read it, Ms Betrand.”
“And what if I want you to read a passage?” She expected me to say I would borrow a book from the girls.
“No worries, it’s all right here.” I said, pointing to my temple.
“Your claim is that you read the entire book last night and have it memorized word for word?”
“No, Ms Betrand. I read it when I was eleven years old. Last night I simply scanned it. I have a short-term eidetic memory. I can recall the entire book for a few days.”
“You expect me to believe that, Mr Cochran?”
“I have no expectation that you believe me, but it is true.”
“Prove it!”
“Of course, speak any sentence in the book, and I will continue.”
Ms. Betrand called my supposed bluff. Picked up her copy and flipped through it, stopping and spoke. “No then that I fear Thee not.”
I grinned. “Too easy, from my favorite part, The Grand Inquisitor.” I continued her passage. “Know that I have lived in the dreary wilderness, where I fed upon locusts and roots, that I too have blessed freedom with which thou has blessed men, and that I too have once prepared to join the ranks of Thy elect, the proud and the mighty. But I awoke to the delusion and refused since then to serve insanity. I returned to join the...”
“Mr Cochran!” she loudly interrupted. A male voice behind me muttered, “Freak!”
“Yes, Ms Betrand?”
“You have seen the syllabus. How many of our books have you already read?”
“All of them. Except you know... Jane Eyre ... because I would have to be forced to read that.”
“Why are you in my class? Why are you in my school?”
“Hmm, because I am not yet eighteen, and live within this high school’s boundaries.”
“You know what I mean, Mr Cochran. Why are you wasting your time and my time being here? You could take college classes, and the school district would pay for it. There is a special program.”
“Oh? Want the honest answer?”
“Always, Mr Cochran.”
“Imagine me, underage, in college. Even there, I would take higher-level courses. Not being with eighteen or nineteen-year-old freshmen. Say I can ... uh ... gain the interest of any young females. They would be twenty-one or twenty-two years old. Sexual relations would be illegal for the women with me as I am still underage. You could then say, I am here to protect women who are too old for me ... legally. While here at this school, I can have all the sex I want, legally with anyone ... oh, teachers excepted of course.”
Ms Betrand found it amusing. She laughed lightly and said. “Now don’t you worry about me. I am quite safe from your charms. But what I can do is to warn all the girls here to watch out for you!”
I heard Maggie and Molly laugh and say, “Too late!” to my left and right.
Ms Betrand tweaked them now, supposedly at my expense. “Yes, my favorite twins. I have noticed. All I can ask is why, why, why?”
“Because he is The One,” they replied in twin stereo. “How do they keep doing that?”
“Which Ms Valentine is your One, Mr Cochran?”
“They are my Two.”
Ms Bertrand laughed and said, “Talking about illegal.”
“Only if we marry, Ms Betrand.”
Bye now, everyone had been laughing off and on. I asked, “Aren’t we supposed to be discussing The Brothers Karamazov today?”
“Ms Betrand quipped, “But isn’t discussing The Sisters Valentine much more fun?”
She had us there. Amidst the laughter, I kicked myself. Way to keep a low profile, Z.
Oh joy! The twins and I had a group counseling session with Ms Harker during last period. Seems Ms Betrand had ratted us out. The conversation went better than I had expected. With Maggie on my right, Molly on my left, we filled the counselor’s couch well. She had pulled a chair around to face us. I grinned, thinking about how the twins squirmed on the couch, no longer comfortable in jeans.
At the beginning, Ms Harker inquired whether a group discussion worked. Molly said it made sense because our lives were linked, and we nodded. Ms Harker raised an eyebrow, but she seemed to know we were not typical high school crushes.
“We just don’t know what to do with you three,” Ms Harker droned on.
“That’s good,” I said. “Since we agree, as we don’t know what to do with ourselves here either. Being at this school is such a waste of our time.”
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