Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 25
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
According to Psychology Today ... to meet the ‘definition’ of harem fiction, the females must be monogamous to the male character.
And according to ‘harem purists’ who have contacted me, that includes ANY sexual interaction.
For that reason, I have removed the ‘harem’ tag from this story and respectfully ask that harem purists do not continue to read this story.
I delayed posting this chapter, wrestling with how to tell this story without upsetting some readers. My decision was to stay true to my story.
Thank you, and now onward.
On our spacious jet heading to Iowa, at a cruising altitude well above the Rockies below us, the flight attendant had converted seating to create a cozy dining experience. The pretty brunette woman dressed in a tight red mid-length skirt with a white blouse smiled at me as she placed a tray of appetizers on the table. The tray was loaded with seafood delicacies rushed directly from Jake’s Famous Crawfish in downtown Portland.
My eyes went from the food and then back to the flight attendant. She was still smiling at me. Damn, was she a Sibling too? Lately, I had been seeing them around every corner and behind every bush. This not knowing was getting to me. As she left us to our meal, I looked at all three of my crested Siblings. Molly sitting next to me with her hand on my thigh ... yes, I had been changing things up. I needed to minimize this Sibling obsession with ranking. Molly, Maggie and Doris Alex were mine equally. Jason’s voice entered the room in my mind:
You are so screwed if your Siblings turn back to fighting for rank. Don’t forget who your First would be. She would rule over your two immaculate crested ... there could never be peace.
I knew he was right, but not exactly sure how. Sibling ranking gave me a massive headache. Doris Alex’s willingness to wear my collar helped ... maybe. I ate deep in thought, closing my eyes, enjoying the fresh seafood in my mouth. Finally, I opened a new discussion.
“We must talk more about the Society and Siblings,” I announced. Maggie and Doris Alex, sitting across from me, nodded. Molly squeezed my thigh. “Is the flight attendant a Sibling?”
Maggie swallowed a last bite and said, “Why do you ask?”
“Because you made the flight arrangements. Was this company on your recommended list by the Society?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Like the restaurant you reserved for Hanna and me, that ended up being Sibling owned?”
“Ah, I see your point, Brother. I don’t know if she is or isn’t.” Maggie replied.
“Shouldn’t I be able to know? No one seems to wear his or her ring. How do we know who is and who isn’t? Secrecy is one thing, but how do you have a Society when people inside it don’t know who the players are?”
Doris Alex nodded. “It is cumbersome, but necessary. Here, if the flight attendant were a Sibling, she would probably reveal herself to you. But I see reasons she would not.”
“Such as?”
“You are traveling with three young women. Neither you nor we wear a ring. She might introduce herself to us as Siblings first, but she wouldn’t recognize any ranking even if we were known as Siblings. One of us might be your crested Sibling. But more to the point, we are so young.”
Doris Alex continued, “Our youth is an advantage. You would pass for eighteen. But being a Brother would be highly improbable. Normally, a Brother, even a precocious one, would be in his early twenties at least when offered the ring. Then add two years of isolation. You definitely don’t pass as twenty-five. Instead, enemies of the Brotherhood should see us as sex-starved crazy teenagers with rich parents. So, not on their radar.
I contemplated what she had said. “Okay, now about Mark ... what the fuck is going on?”
“We actually believe he could someday be a good Sibling,” Molly said.
“Fine, but why now? And why lead him on?”
“That was my suggestion,” said Doris Alex.
I was incredulous. “Yours! Why?”
“Camouflage. Additional misdirection leading others to think we are just typical teenagers. The twins have worried they are losing their core friends. Except for Hanna, the girls in the group are not happy with your relationship with the twins. They are backing away. Siblings use relationships with others to hide their involvement with the Brotherhood.”
“So you are using Mark?”
“Hey, it is good for him. Best case, he becomes a Sibling. Worst case, he gets to have fun with hot girls.” Molly chimed in.
“You are both mine, mine alone.” I said.
“Of course, Brother. We have never had sex with another male, and never will!” Maggie said. “But we have to keep him interested. Making out some...”
“Maybe an occasional blowjob?” Molly interrupted.
Molly wasn’t joking. I looked at Maggie, then to Doris Alex. Shit! I was getting pissed, and yet it made a strange bit of sense.
Doris Alex jumped in. “Master, why are we going to Iowa right now?”
“To see my best friend in the world, to see how he is doing, and to deliver him a new truck. And for me to revisit my old home of simpler times.”
“Yes, but why are WE going with you? Do you need company seeing Larry? Are we to be eye candy? Do you plan to just show us off to Larry and others? None of us is ever going to sleep with Larry. But what if we like him and hit it off? If we party, are we allowed to kiss him, or...”
“Dammit, Doris Alex! I thought you were just trying to change the subject, but there you go again. Mark, Larry, Iowa ... I see how they relate.”
Maggie began, “We are absolutely yours and will do as you guide us. And we will never sleep with another. We don’t want that, and you don’t want that. We can be your porcelain dolls for display only; we can be friends with your best friend; we can party with him, to a point. Just give us the expectations.”
I sat there and thought. And thought. And thought.
“You are right. I was planning to show you off. But Larry is as close to family as I had before you three. I would like you to be relaxed, enjoy this weekend and get to know Larry. I received an email from a friend of mine back there. She claims Larry is shying away from individual female contact. Y’all may give him a little positive push.”
“What happens in Iowa, stays in Iowa?” Molly asked.
“Yes, but only to a point. So, if it comes to it, the limit is Bill Clinton rules.”
“What?” asked Molly.
“Oral doesn’t count.” Doris Alex chuckled.
The flight attendant tapped me on my shoulder. “Sir, we are on final approach to metropolitan Podunk, Iowa. Although we may have to do a fly-around if they have not cleared all the cows from the runway.” My trio of Siblings laughed as I awoke.
I yawned, “Funny!”
I had been reliving the past week in my mind ... one scene in particular:
Molly knew how to make a flamboyant entrance. Sunday night she sauntered into my house carrying her vase of 36 red roses. Wearing nothing but her red bunny slippers with one head missing, and her white ring. I had banned her from using her phone since Saturday at the ropes course, so she was practically bursting to tell her stories.
You’d think she would want to wear clothes ... but no. She stripped in the truck. We walked into the family room where Maggie and Doris Alex were watching GOT. Maggie wearing only one of my dress shirts. Doris Alex knelt in front of Maggie, facing the TV. Maggie had her leashed.
Both only gave Molly an “Oh, hi.” and returned their focus to their show. Clearly they were playing a joke on Molly, and they got the reaction they were looking for. Molly screamed, “You bitches! I have stories to tell and things to show!”
After everyone laughed, I sat on the couch, alone. With GOT now paused, Molly began with the ring, but then bounced back to the start of the weekend.
I interrupted, “Before you get deep into it, I gotta ask, “Why is Doris Alex leashed this late? She has her first day of work tomorrow.”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Brother, with her transformation back to her younger self, her need for a Brother’s attention is raging. You do not leave your crested Bloodline Sibling for over a week without a plan to take care of her. The leash calms her some.”
Doris Alex was trance-like but whined. “Master, please? I’ve missed your touch.”
“Maggie, bring me Doris Alex when Molly’s recap is over.” I went upstairs and took a shower. My work is never done. But pleasant work it is!
Looking out the window over nighttime Iowa, the ghost of Jason suddenly reentered my mind. I was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t a ghost. Perhaps he was the one and only Jason, and could not exist in both my mind and David’s at the same time. Maybe he moved back and forth.
Knock-knock! Doris Alex was not telling the complete story about Mark ... camouflage was not the main reason. ‘Pressure relief valve’ ... that is also important.
What the fuck does that mean, ghost of Jason? I asked myself, Jason, or whoever is in my mind.
Doris Alex is a Bloodline Sibling. She can barely keep it together for a week without you, her Brother. Your Sibling twins are also Bloodline, an even more sexually charged and powerful Bloodline with their pheromones and mental push powers.
Yes, don’t I know it. They have such power, and I need to manage all three of them.
They have pledged themselves to you for the rest of their lives. But they still need human male contact. Imagine a steam boiler. Every boiler needs a pressure relief valve.
Damn, why didn’t I think of this? Our quad is a closed relationship. Being too closed off can be unhealthy.
Doris Alex realized all this. She sees it in herself ... and the twins.
Landing at the sleepy Burlington airport was uneventful. Maggie had arranged a Gulfstream G650 for our Iowa trip. Twice the plane we needed, but made for a smooth, fast ride and a good test flight for our upcoming holiday trip to Antigua. Nice headroom! I could not quite stand up straight, but it was close. The seats convert into beds, so that’s another bonus for our long flight. The most amazing thing was the quiet. Closing my eyes, it sounded like I was in the Mercedes driving down the highway. And then, we had landed.
“Fuck Maggie, she’s a beaut!” I said, admiring the brand new, just released, Ruby Red 2018 Ford F150 SuperCrew truck. “And you got the bench seat. I might need to upgrade mine in Oregon. How did you do it?”
“Er, we might have overpaid just a little, Brother.” Maggie shrugged.
I looked to my Siblings, dressed to impress as always. Maggie with a blue miniskirt and long-sleeved white sweater top. Molly matched the top, but with a dark brown miniskirt. Doris Alex was wearing a maroon miniskirt and black long-sleeved sweater top, but showing several inches of skin at the waist. Had to be cold in the Iowa November. All three women were wearing black leather thigh-high boots.
We loaded up, this time with Doris Alex in the front, Maggie and Molly in the back. “Lots of room back here, Brother! Yours back home is a tight fit,” exclaimed Molly. Doris Alex quickly slid over to cuddle, and off we went to pick up Larry at Fun City. Maggie messaged him on my phone to come outside and meet us.
My eyes scanned for Larry, an average-looking guy to me. But Iowa girls liked him. At five foot nine, and brown hair, I spotted him coming out the door, wearing jeans, a white polo and putting on a windbreaker. I rolled down the window, and he saw me. “Damn, nice truck, Z. I didn’t know you could rent one of these.”
“You can’t; I bought it. Hop in.”
I introduced him to my red-haired goddess. He had to pry his eyes off her body to turn back to meet Maggie and Molly. “Damn, Z, life has been good for you.”
As I started driving, Larry asked if we were hungry. “Nope, we ate on the plane.” I said.
“Airline food? We can do better than that.”
I grinned. “Wait until you drop us off at the airport Sunday night; you’ll see why we made out well on our flight.”
“Umm, I’m dropping you off at the airport, don’t you have this truck? And I don’t have wheels yet since I blew my engine.”
“Larry, this truck is yours. A present from me.”
“I can’t do that, man. And did you suddenly get rich? You ain’t dealing drugs, are you?”
“Larry, it’s me! You know I wouldn’t do that. And yes, this truck is yours.”
“Damn, I couldn’t even afford to insure this truck.”
“Maggie took care of that too. She contacted your insurance agent. The policy is prepaid for the next two years. And in the glove compartment is a prepaid gas card that should carry you through high school.”
“How Z, how?”
“Let’s just say I won the lottery and you are my best friend, so I got you covered. Or, better still, tell anyone who pries that we had some bitcoin that we cashed.
“Fuck me!”
“We can work on that too, Larry. Where to?” I joked.
“Want to head to my house? My mom is gone this weekend, and my sister stayed on campus. We can hot tub and have some beers.”
“Sounds perfect. Want us to stop and pick up some more? Doris Alex is twenty-one.”
“Fake ID? She looks like she’s seventeen.”
“Real ID, just good genes.”
Fifteen minutes later, out came Doris Alex, Larry and Molly with cases of beer and twelve bottles of B&G Vouvray wine. “Look what they had Z!” Molly gushed. As we drove to the two-story traditional white farmhouse, I realized we would not end up at our hotel suite at Catfish Bend that night. We’d be crashing here to sleep it off.
As we lugged all the alcohol reinforcements into the house, I looked around. A comfortable, familiar place that hadn’t changed. Larry’s mom was always sociable when I had been around, but she traveled many weekends, which made it a great place to hang out. Empty, unless Larry’s sister came home from the U. of Iowa, where she was a freshman. Larry told me she was pledging a sorority, so she stayed up there most weekends.
Years ago, they renovated the place into a large open concept ... an enormous family room, dining room, and kitchen all flowed together. I made a couple of quick trips outside, repositioning some wine and beer near the hot tub, then came back in, kicked off my shoes, and flopped lengthwise on a comfortable, older brown couch. A TV with a stereo system had another couch, two recliners and an overstuffed chair around it. I linked my iPhone to the stereo and opened a blues and alternative music playlist. Meanwhile, Larry had been giving my Siblings the grand tour.
As they came down the steps, Larry was telling them one of the unlimited embarrassing tales about me and my shyness with girls. I tossed Larry a beer, which he caught, then tried to sit in a recliner. Maggie and Molly both latched onto a hand, saying, “Oh no you don’t,” and guided him to the center of the other couch. As the three of them got comfortable, Doris Alex came to me, motioning for me to slide up so my head was on a pillow and couch arm, then nestled on top of me, wiggling her ass into my groin. I slid my hands under her breasts, lifting them slightly.
The alcohol flowed, and the stories of Iowa and Oregon went on and on. By now, Larry had a good idea that I was no longer the shy Iowa kid of just six months ago.
“Larry, are you still single?” I asked.
“I do great staying on my own.”
“So you are free to party with us this weekend?” Molly asked as she ran her hand along his thigh.
Larry smirked. “I’m up for anything and everything this weekend.”
While I had legitimately been shy around girls when I lived in Iowa, Larry always talked a good game. In a crowd, he was super social. And yet, his reputation with girls was lacking. They liked him, some chased him, but he was forever avoiding one on one or small groups of girls. Still on my mind was the text I had gotten, which said it was worse since I had left for Oregon.
I wanted to help. I was confident my three Siblings would give him a positive push.
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