Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 24
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
The sun was shining! We all stood on the driveway and enjoyed the strange bright object in the sky. Doris Alex was sleeping in. But Molly, Maggie and I were witnessing the peculiar phenomenon. The musky smell of the season replaced the usually wonderful pine and roses smell in the neighborhood. Not unpleasant, but a reminder that mist, light rain and dreary weather were our future for the next several months.
My eyes soon drifted back to the twins. Preppy, pleated grey and white miniskirts with long-sleeve tops were on the menu today. Maggie with touches of blue, Molly in red. They wore their clothes much better than the paid fashion models did. Their long blonde hair moved slightly in the breeze.
“We are still early; let’s just stand out in the sun for a few more minutes,” I said.
“Don’t forget we have to pick Mark up on the way,” said Maggie.
“Yeah, right.”
“We are serious, Brother; he is expecting us,” Molly chimed in. “We really think he can someday be a Sibling. And you told us we had been mean to him. So we are going to be much nicer.”
“Er, how much nicer?”
Maggie looked at me and winked. “As nice as you allow us to be, Brother.”
I laughed hard. “Oh, I call that bluff and raise you 200!”
Off we went in my shiny black F150 with a crew cab and, especially important, a bench seat. Molly in the cuddle position, Maggie on the door. When we arrived at Mark’s house, I was surprised to see him running down the driveway. I was even more surprised when Maggie got out and joined him in the crew cab seating.
“Hey Mark, what’s up?” I asked.
“Not much, hey are we meeting in the rec room after school today?”
“Molly and I are going away for the weekend, so we are missing it.”
“Away for the weekend? Just the two of you? Wow? Where are you going?”
Oh, here was my chance to call the twin’s bluff.
“It’s a secret. But hey Mark; ask Maggie out on a date.”
“Like she’d go out with me.”
“Now, Maggie and Molly have promised me they would treat you much nicer. They know they have been mean lately.”
Maggie popped in. “We will, but we are just friends, Z, so no date required.”
I looked back and grinned. “Now I can help with that. Mark, would you accept a more than friends kiss from Maggie?”
“You guys are tricking me again.”
“No tricks, would you?”
“Would I let one of the two hottest girls in Beaverton kiss me? Sure.”
“Hottest in the Pacific Northwest, Mark. Don’t sell them short.” I continued. “Now Maggie, please give Mark a more than friendly kiss ... if you want to.”
I expected a shrill “Z!” from Maggie, but she turned to Mark and gave him a semi-long kiss on the lips.
Mark squeaked out a “Wow!”
I smiled. “Maggie, are you still just friends with Mark?”
Maggie didn’t answer. So I repeated the question.
“You can be a real ass, Z.”
“I know, but answer the question. Still just friends?”
Maggie lifted her chin and said, “Still just friends, Z.” Then she winked at me, from the eye shielded from Mark’s view.
That wink told me Maggie was playing me. She wanted me to push her towards Mark. I obliged.
“Okay then, Maggie, time to pull the big guns out. Lift your top up, and give Mark a volcanic kiss like I know you can.”
Molly laughed, then said, “Do it, Maggie, or I will!”
“I watched Maggie’s cheeks turn red. Then she pulled her top up to her armpits, her bralette coming with, completely baring her breasts. She took Mark’s hands, placed them on her breasts, then mashed her mouth against Mark’s. He kissed back this time, and it looks like there was plenty of tongue. The pheromones hit hard. I was glad I hadn’t started driving yet, as we were still parked in front of Mark’s house. I adjusted easily; Mark not so much. He was absolutely mauling Maggie’s tits. I rolled all the windows down even though the temperature was in the low 50s.
She pushed him back and removed his hands. “Down, boy!”
“You win, Maggie. I never expected you’d do that.” I said.
Mark was saying nothing, just sitting there stunned ... and I expect on a whole new level of horny for him. Maggie pulled her top down. “Yes, Z, Mark and I are more than friends now. If I didn’t admit it, you’d be wanting me to have sex right here in the truck with him for the next round.”
“Well, at least a blow job,” I said jokingly but still wondering what Maggie and Molly’s end game on Mark really was.
“Mark, I will go out with you tonight, but pick me up at Z’s house.”
“Hey Mark, are you in shock?” I asked.
Mark nodded and squeaked out a “Yes”.
I lectured, “Remember, as much as you want to tell people about this ... just one word and we cut you off.”
Mark nodded and asked Maggie, “Are we really going out tonight?”
“We are unless you don’t want to.”
“Are you crazy! Well, all of you are. But hell yes!” Mark began to recover.
As I drove us to school, I waited a minute before rolling the windows back up. I looked in the rearview mirror to see Mark leaning into Maggie. But hey, none of my business. It was hard to see Mark as a Sibling, but he was my friend. Sibling business, right? Maybe the twins saw more potential in Mark than I did. I wondered how many female Brothers were in the area. So much about the Society I don’t know.
As we pulled into a parking spot, Hanna came jogging over. She bounced up onto the passenger-side window as I rolled it down. She looked into the crew cab, saw Maggie and Mark sitting close and smiled. “Interesting seating arrangements today.”
I laughed and said, “They have a date tonight, and Molly and I are going away for the weekend.”
“Aww, I was hoping to ... see you tonight, Z.”
“Soon, Hanna, soon.”
School was another waste of time. All I could think about was my upcoming weekend with Molly. The twins told our other friends we had dates ... so no rec room adventures tonight.
The short drive home was mild, and I had no desire to stir the pot. Maggie and Mark stared at each other and held hands for a moment or two, but nothing else. We dropped off Mark and then Maggie. I had pre-positioned a suitcase for Molly and me, including her clothes for the weekend, toothbrush, hairbrush and makeup. Once I tossed it in the back, we were off. Molly still did not know where we were going.
Our previous time alone had been more than rare. It had been nonexistent. Now, we had time to talk and really get to know each other. With Maggie, and among our friends, Molly had a ‘big personality’. She is always smiling, laughing, and being the life of the party. Now, she did not have to compensate for Maggie’s quietness. She relaxed into me in the cuddle seat.
“How much do you worry, Brother?” she softly spoke. “Who can we trust? How are our lives going to play out?”
“I don’t completely trust anyone. But I come closest with you and Maggie. Nate I trust, but I worry about the rest of the council. Whether they will remain in control. What if they are purged? Is this civil war really over? Doris Alex ... I will always have to be somewhat on guard. She has a history of doing what is best for her and her Bloodlines, versus what is best for her Brother and the Brotherhood. That is why I am so tough on her.”
“I understand and agree, Brother. She has done everything possible to change, yet...”
She asked other questions. But mostly, we just talked, laughed and got to know each other.
As we drove closer and closer, Molly grew excited. “You rented us a hotel room on the beach?”
“Not exactly.”
We pulled up at the house, and she got more excited. When we entered the house, she gushed about how big it was ... five bedrooms, three baths and it slept ten. I felt bad only momentarily about not inviting our friends along. But just for a moment. We needed the alone time. She squealed seeing we were oceanfront, the beach so close. “Haystack Rock is right there! And so big!”
It was cool and windy, but not too bad in light windbreakers walking along the beach. I got so much joy from her excitement. The long walk on the beach was amazing. Later, we cuddled by the real-wood fireplace, followed by a candlelight dinner after. I found a local chef to deliver excellent seafood, along with setup and cleanup. They normally wouldn’t do it on a Friday night, but a few extra dollars made it happen.
I beamed at how well it had gone so far. And without Maggie’s help. It just seemed important to me to leave Molly’s twin out of the planning. I had arranged everything myself. “Maggie told you nothing, right?”
“That bitch! No, she didn’t!”
“Because I arranged it all myself, she knew nothing.” I grinned.
Originally, I had thought we’d be doing something wild for our first official consummation. Molly had a big personality. She’d want sex on the beach. Be bent over the outdoor deck railing. Or something much bolder. Instead, tenderness would win the evening. After dinner, we camped out on the couch, enjoying the crackling real-wood fire.
Sipping a nice bottle of white wine. At least it started out that way. My dad had loved Barton & Gustier Vouvray. A cheap French wine. He bought several cases a year; two of which got shipped to Oregon. I thought it was overkill, but I brought four bottles with us for the weekend. I had learned to enjoy it. Molly had a first glass and said it was okay. By her third glass, it was the best thing ever. We finished all four bottles Friday night, and she drank the majority. On a bodyweight not much more than half of mine.
I ended up carrying her to bed. Consummation would have to wait. Which was good; I had something special for us tomorrow.
In the morning I did not wake up to a blow job. Molly slept on while I got ready for our day. After loading the truck, I showered and was ready to go. I tapped poor Molly awake. I would have let her sleep, but we were going to be late. A shower and morning routine revived her to her usual beauty and personality. No visible hangover was a tremendous bonus.
I had picked out her clothes. She looked at me curiously, putting on panties and Oregon Ducks sweats, no bra of course. I would have had her wear jeans, but all of hers were so tight and she’d need flexibility. I wore jeans and an old Iowa shirt.
As we pulled past the sign for the high ropes course, Molly got worried. “Heights scare me to death, you know.”
“You will be harnessed in, and it’s perfectly safe. There is no danger.”
“Brother, I am serious. I can’t do this!”
“Trust me. With you and me, hand in hand, we can do anything. I am not asking you to be fearless. I just need you to face the fear with me. In the future, we will face much worse. You know I am right.”
Molly nodded and gripped my hand.
Two guys and a young woman wearing harnesses were waiting for us outside next to two golf carts. The three employees wore jeans and company shirts. The forecast predicted a beautiful, warm day for Oregon in early November. Warm meaning low 60s. Probably the last of the year. I handed them the waiver forms. One of which Molly had signed days ago without reading. After a couple of minutes of small talk, full body harness fitting and off we went in the golf carts. They had asked her if she was an Oregon student; I had prepped her to say, ‘Not yet, I’m taking a gap year’. I didn’t want to let on that we were high school students ... which might have set off alarm bells for underage waiver forms.
We were going to a section that was closed off just for us. Molly was shuddering. I had spent a sizable chunk of change to have the private session, and a crazy grand finale. We had gone over all the details twice over the phone, and had stressed not to let anything slip to Molly. I explained Molly was an adrenaline junkie and loved surprises. Partial truth.
They gave excellent safety protocol speeches. Explained every step of the way, employees would check and double-check their lanyards. The most important rule was not to release a lanyard before locking in a new connection. Following the protocols, the worst that could happen is a drop of a few feet. There were two additional employees I saw already up in the trees waiting for us where we would have to change to lock onto the next cable.
Molly was summoning all her courage. She was fighting through her fear. I felt my adrenaline rising even though I had completed two high ropes courses.
The female employee ... a brunette about five foot nine with a pleasant smile and potentially interesting body hidden beneath bulky clothes and who had told us she was an Oregon State junior ... asked Molly, “Are you okay to do this?”
Molly gritted her teeth and said. “I am scared to death, but I am doing this. I trust Z.”
“Aww, you have nothing to worry about, but we all understand. It’s your first time.”
In more than one way, I thought.
Oregon State went ahead of us, then me, then Molly. After I cabled in, I easily climbed up to the first tree platform using a wooden ladder. A guy on the ground was holding a rope to make sure I could not fall. We were on top of a hill overlooking a ravine, so the first climb put us only twenty feet in the air. There was one employee already up on the platform. Oregon State waited for me, and also Molly. Not until Molly and I were both cabled in, did Oregon State demonstrate the first challenge.
It was a simple-looking cargo net shuffle. Jump on one end and move horizontally across. The task seemed very easy until I realized they purposely left the bottom of the net unsecured. When Oregon State climbed on, her feet went partly out from under her, but she righted herself. She quickly made her way across. I was not so fortunate. My feet swung under, leaving me hanging on my back, clinging to the cargo net with my hands. If I could do chin-ups easily, it would not have been a big deal. But my arm strength never quite matched the rest of my body ... compounded by my very long arms. I floundered, but made it across.
Molly came next; she came across easily. Her years of softball pitching resulted in powerful arms. She hurried over the cargo net, not even needing the net footholds. Lots of praise from the ground and air produced a big smile on her face, forgetting she was now thirty feet up instead of the twenty feet from the beginning platform.
Next came the dreaded crossed cables. You started standing on the lower cable and holding onto a higher cable about five feet above the lower one. Easy to creep along. Except, the cable you were standing on raised higher and higher, while the one you were holding onto for balance went lower and lower ... crossing in the middle. Forming an X when viewed from the side. I had done this once before and never figured out how to switch cables in the middle. My previous attempt at another course left me falling onto a cable between my legs, then flipping upside down until the safety line saved me.
Worst bruises I ever had in my life. But could have been worse. My inner thigh was black and blue from my knee to almost my groin, missing my junk somehow. I knew I was not trying that again, so I bent down and grabbed the cable I was standing on, did a controlled fall painlessly so I was hanging off the cable and dragging my self further down the line. I used the safety line to carry much of my weight. In other words, I cheated.
I damn well did not want Molly to suffer my previous fate. So I told Oregon State what had happened to me and asked her to guide Molly so it didn’t happen to her.
Molly made it across, and I hugged her. One more challenge to go before the zip line down to the ground. This was a 50-foot cable stretched from one tree to another. Easy except the cable to hold for balance ran in parallel to the one you walked on, yet was a couple feet in front of you, so you were required to lean forward for balance. And of course your eyes were looking down, at the ground falling away as the hill receded. By the end of this cable walk, you were at least seventy feet in the air.
I made it halfway no problem, but then my legs started shaking. The cable I was standing on started bouncing up and down. Oregon State yelled at me to bend my legs, and breathe deep and slow. I did, and I survived. On a previous course, I had fallen off and had to be dragged over to the platform.
While Oregon State and I were waiting for Molly to cross, she looked at me and said, “You still want the splash finish, right?”