Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 26
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 26 - 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
Blackout curtains in the guest room, combined with my late-night activities with Doris Alex, resulted in us waking up after 10am on Saturday morning. No one was home. And Larry’s truck was gone. Instead of texting to find out where they were, we took a shower and dressed. I had just stuck my head in the refrigerator to see if breakfast was possible when in came Larry and the twins.
“They make breakfast pizza at gas stations in Iowa, and it is fabulous!” Maggie came in eating a slice as Larry brought in three red and white Casey’s pizza boxes.
“Oh, excellent idea! Hunger pangs here.” I said as I snagged the top box and found it half gone. I dug out two slices and handed one to Doris Alex. “And good, you got the sausage.”
“Well, the bottom one is veggie.” Larry replied.
Doris Alex took a bite and loved it. So it was unanimous. Casey’s breakfast pizza for the win.
I stood back, surprised by what the twins were wearing. Matching skin-tight jeans and green Oregon Duck jackets, which were more than halfway unsnapped. They were wearing nothing underneath, showing significant side boob cleavage.
“You’re dressed identically? That is new.”
“Larry dressed us.” Maggie deadpanned.
“Good for you, Larry. You showed them off this morning?” I grinned.
“Oh yeah, and Casey’s was busy this morning. I bet word of my identical twin girlfriends has spread far and wide.” Larry laughed.
“And today you will have a redheaded goddess on one arm, and Molly on the other to bring to the gym. Maggie and I are playing basketball at Danville.”
“All the way from Oregon and you are going to play pickup basketball today?” asked Larry.
“There is some minor drama that I want to squash. Remember Keli Stalls? Her sister is Stacy.”
“Oh yeah, of course. Stacy graduates this year. And her sister Keli is probably a senior now at Iowa State?”
“So, a few weeks ago, Keli came back for the weekend, and she went to play some basketball at the Danville open gym with her sister. Bob Smith and his cronies are there most every weekend reliving their high school glory. They must be pushing thirty now. Anyway, they ran Keli and Stacy out of the gym, giving them a bunch of crap about how no girl can play basketball with them, they might get hurt, etc. Now, Bob Smith isn’t a bad guy, I don’t think, except he has an ego problem. And his entourage piled on and said a couple of offensive things.”
“So you are going to go kick his ass on the court?” asked Larry.
“Oh, hell no. I have a much better humiliation in mind. Maggie is going to kick their asses up and down the court.”
“Maggie, do you think you can do that?”
She just smiled and ate another slice of breakfast pizza.
I had messaged my old basketball coach, Coach Foon, who agreed to meet us at the gym early and bring two of his buddies. We’d be the first five, and gym rules were ‘winner stays’. Coach was in great shape, but near fifty years old. His two buddies were ten to fifteen years younger. I explained the planned ass-kicking Maggie would deal to Bob Smith and his entourage. They were skeptical when I introduced Maggie. I didn’t blame them; hard to imagine a super-hot teenager being a cold-blooded killer on the court. Adding to the effect, I had Maggie wear her skin-tight, tiny volleyball shorts and sleeveless top instead of her usual baggy basketball clothes. Of course, she wore a sports bra.
The gym held maybe 1500 maximum, and the bleachers were pulled out so that two shorter cross-court games wouldn’t happen. And of course, it was gleaming white with blue highlights and bear insignias on the walls. Not bad for a small Iowa high school.
Larry, Doris Alex and Molly had made their way in and sat on the top row of the stands so they could lean against the wall. Larry comfortably in the middle. Molly was still in her morning outfit, with the jacket snapped up higher. My red-haired goddess looked fitting of her title, even in casual jeans and a pink top.
Right on time, Bob Smith’s party of five strolled in like they owned the place. He recognized me, surprised I was back in Iowa for the weekend. “Your high school coach allowed you time off to come back?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m retired.”
“Just going to play football?”
“Nope. I’m retired from all sports.”
“What the fuck, man? I heard you had full-ride scholarships in football and basketball.”
“I still do, but I’ll be too busy to dedicate the time necessary to play D1 sports. And I don’t need the scholarship.”
“What do you possibly have to be too busy with?”
“Business interests, advanced studies, and my girlfriends.”
“Girlfriends?”
“Oh yes, meet one of them. Bob, meet Maggie. Maggie, this is Bob, one of the guys you are going to be destroying on the court today. By the way, Bob, we are ready when you are. We have our five ready to go.”
The games were to fifteen. One point for a basket within the arc, two points outside the arc. Within ten minutes, we began. Five minutes later we were up 9-2. Maggie had a steal and layup for one point, and four buckets from behind the arc. You know how people say something is hilarious? When they really mean mildly amusing? No, this was hilarious. Not funny that Maggie was so good, but the look on Bob and his entourage’s faces as they were getting absolutely crushed.
At first, they didn’t guard her. After she hit three in a row, they realized they couldn’t guard her. At least not with just one of them. A couple of minutes later, we had won 15-4. Maggie had scored 14 of them. She had not missed. How much of her perfection was because of her ‘special abilities’ ... and assists from Molly in the stands? The twins had quit sports when they realized their mental powers could alter shots and pitched balls. Molly had been an all-state softball pitcher, and Maggie in basketball ... as sophomores. They realized they had an unfair advantage. So they walked away. But today, we didn’t care. I had one point on a cheap dunk. Maggie had the assist. Total domination.
We apologized to our teammates and promised to spread out the attempts for the next game. Coach Foon replied for the three of them, “Oh hell no! I have never seen anything like Maggie. Let’s keep rolling.”
And roll we did. They double-teamed Maggie, which meant I got cheap buckets underneath. And our three teammates got a few shots in. Good strategy for Bob ... they lost 15-7 this time. So, closer. Maggie had three long-range ones and two layups. She still had not missed.
After the second game, another group of five had shown up. We toyed with them. Maggie shot only three times, draining an NBA range bucket and taking two layups. One of them defied physics, reminiscent of her Spooky nickname. Several people had wandered in besides the additional players. Ten girls were there, including Stacy, and my friend, Sarah, who was crushing on Larry, and several girls off the varsity basketball team. And I only had to send one text to get them all in the gym. They fast became vocal cheerleaders for Maggie.
For some people, monster dunks are their favorites. Others like the beauty of a shooter with flawless form drilling threes. For me, it is receiving a pass so perfect, it almost shoots itself. Maggie gifted me several, where if you don’t complete the bucket, it feels like you are letting down the basketball gods. Basketball was not my best sport, but I missed it the most.
When we played Bob’s crew again, they came at us with everything they had. It didn’t matter. Another 15-5 win. Maggie missed her first shot of the day. When she did, I glanced for Molly in the stands. She was deep in conversation with Sarah, who had emailed worrying about Larry. Operation Get Larry an Iowa Girlfriend was underway. He just didn’t know it.
After the game, Bob and his buddies waved the white flag, Literally, waving white towels. We all laughed. Bob came over and congratulated Maggie and asked where she was going to play college ball. She replied she had also retired. Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Hey Bob, maybe apologize to Keli and Stacy Stalls? Otherwise, I might have to send Maggie back to kick your asses again.”
“Oh damn! You heard about that? Wait, is that why you brought Maggie today?”
“I could have texted you, but my dad always said, ‘Show, don’t tell; it’s more effective’. Plus, I always like to show off my girlfriends when the opportunity arises.”
“We felt bad about it after it happened. I’ll stop by their house and apologize. Oh wait, I see Stacy’s sister in the stands.”
“All good!”
Danville was always going to be special to me. I had donated anonymously to the new softball and baseball fields. It was good to come back and give a slight positive tweak to the culture.
After saying goodbye to my old coach and his buddies, we piled into Larry’s truck. I thought about the breakfast pizza and knew we had to expose my Siblings to two more foods on this trip. Their metabolisms were off the charts; they were always hungry and never gained weight. “Hey Larry, let’s stop for pork tenderloin sandwiches?”
He turned left towards New London instead of right to Burlington. “On it, at the usual place?”
“Sounds good, and mine ... you are in for another Midwest treat.” I was in the back, cuddled with a sweaty Maggie. Molly sat a little way from me. Doris Alex was in the cuddle position playing with Larry’s hair. The little hole-in-the-wall combo ice cream and lunch spot was empty when we arrived.
They take pork tenderloin, pound them very thin with a hammer, or have a machine to do it, then bread and fry them. If you live in the Midwest, you have eaten them.
I ordered five sandwiches and fries. My Siblings looked at the breaded pork sandwiches a little suspiciously. “These things are four times the size of the bun,” said Molly.
“You take the bun off and fold the meat over till it mostly fits. I added mustard, ketchup, mayo. Popped the pickles, tomato and lettuce on and took a big bite. Oh, I missed these!
My Siblings copied me ... mostly ... they added their preferred condiments and took bites. Maggie didn’t comment; she just inhaled it. While Doris Alex and Molly moaned in food delight. Another win for Iowa food.
Larry had driven us to our hotel suite at Catfish Bend, which we belatedly checked into. They didn’t have a two-bedroom suite, so we had adjoining suites. I wasn’t amazed, but it looked clean and modern in a corporate way. Maggie and I took a shower in one suite while Molly, Doris Alex and Larry went next door for his ‘advance training’.
Doris Alex grinned and said, “The trick is finding a good horse. You can lead a horse to water. And get them to drink too. Soon they will love it and beg for more drinking.”
“Hey, are you calling me a good horse?” Larry asked.
“Oh, you are getting there!” laughed Molly.
With Maggie in tow, I pulled the sheets back on the bed, knowing we’d be using it soon, and headed to the walk-in shower. Quickly stripping off my clothes, I turned my attention to Maggie. As I removed her sports bra, I chuckled, “No more bras for you.” Peeling her volleyball shorts down, I rose, took her hand and we walked into the shower. Plenty big for two people with multiple heads and a wand, the water came up to temp quickly.
Then I washed my thoroughbred ... or maybe she was my prizefighter? Regardless, I was so proud of her. Certainly some of her performance had been power-aided, but no doubt, she could be a D1 women’s basketball star. That shooting form, court presence, speed, vision, passing ability ... Maggie was the total package. A shame she had to give it up.
I worked from top down. Shampooed her hair; massaging her scalp. Working myself down, soaping every inch of her body. The pleasant strawberry body wash scent filled the air. It felt like I was in a summer rainstorm as I paid particular attention to her breasts, kissing, squeezing, suckling her nipples. Working further down, I paid homage between her thighs, thoroughly washing her pussy and ass. I used the showerhead wand to elicit gasps and moans from Maggie.
Then I continued down, all the way to her feet, before I returned upwards, my head between her legs, urging her to spread wider. Maggie leaned her back against the shower, spreading wider. With her movement, I escaped from the direct ceiling rain shower, but still received a pitter-patter of deflected drops. Kneeling with my hands free, I spread her lips slightly, licking the front of her pussy and then tonguing her clit. Around and around I went in little circles. My left hand went between her ass cheeks, moving until I was pushing one finger, then two, in her ass. I pulled my head back and saw her gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples. When I returned my tongue to her clit, with fingers still in her ass, she lost it. Tumbling off the cliff of her orgasm, she sank to the floor as I pulled my head back and removed my fingers.