Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 31
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 31 - 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 Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
On went the blackout clothes: black sneakers, black jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt. I told my Siblings I had a confidential errand and slipped out the back door into the damp Oregon night. As I crept up to my side gate on the privacy fence, I heard two men talking loudly. A Jeep Grand Cherokee was in front of my house with a bicycle standing straight up on top of it.
My neighbor across the street was listening to the neighbor in the Jeep bragging about his new bicycle. I’d talked to my cross-street neighbor several times. I’m sure he wondered about the goings-on in my house, but he was not a guy to gossip. The neighbor in the Jeep, I didn’t know well. Corporate lawyer with a new bicycle. He continued talking without stopping. The same one Lance Armstrong won some race riding on. It cost $6,000, and he just picked it up. Had a roof carrier installed to keep his new prized possession clean versus being mounted on the back. The Jeep guy lived up the hill further, and in all fairness, I had heard he was a hardcore biker.
Seeing no one else outside, I stealthily began my ascent up the long, steep hill. As I was passing Jeep guy’s house, I heard his garage door opening. I stepped behind a bush to avoid his headlights. As he pulled into his driveway, I continued on, then heard a loud crash that shattered the silence. Startled, I ducked. No, he didn’t!!!
Yes, he did!!!
Forgot about his brand-new $6,000 bike and drove it right into his garage. Scared the shit out of me. Then I had to stifle a laugh when I realized what had happened. Oh, I felt sorry for him too. But last, I hope I remained undetected.
Six foot high jeep, seven foot high garage door. As I looked back, the bike was mangled. His garage door had taken a hit. Looked like his Jeep had too. As my neighbor screamed obscenities; I slid into the shadows. So much for a quiet walk to Nate’s house on top of the hill.
Nate was standing at the gate; quietly letting me in, we silently walked to his back deck, and then into his study. Safely inside, Nate said, “Sorry for the cloak and dagger, but the lab has been under surveillance. We’ve had the house checked for bugs, and it’s all clear.”
We sat down in the same place I first met Nate.
“You never want to let a serious crisis go to waste,” began Nate
“Are you quoting Rahm Emanuel?” I asked.
Nate smiled for the first time. “I guess I am.”
“Do you have news?” I asked.
“Here goes the condensed version. The 29 Palms protocol crisis presented us with an opportunity. We tentatively linked the protocol to a program at the US Marine Corps base. Using Doris Alex’s video, we tied the location to a spot one mile inside the base. Your first visit gave them a precise location for where you would arrive. If you had returned, they would have been ready.”
“Why wouldn’t they know exactly where we would land the very first time?”
“The base is massive, 1,000 square miles. I can only guess the protocol given to the twins was not precise. And like launching a Scud missile, they were uncertain where it would land.”
Nate continued. “Meanwhile, we had a Chinese team who had become a significant problem for the Society. Instead of eliminating them, we lured them to the precise location of your first visit. The US military captured them immediately, with considerable incriminating evidence to lock them away.”
“This Chinese team could wormhole too?” I worried.
“Oh no, they arrived in dune buggies. But we planted information on them that made it seem like their other spies could. Despite potential diplomatic immunity, the US will ban them, and they will carry suspicion with them.”
Nate finished. “So we removed an enemy from the board and proved where the protocol originated.”
“How did the military pull off the 29 Palms protocol?” I asked.
“We don’t know, but based on their lack of action against you, we believe you are not in danger. Just forget all about 29 Palms. Don’t even play the song again or search the internet for 29 Palms, California. Or hell, even say the words in a non-secure location.”
“So why are you under surveillance?”
“It could be unrelated. As I have said, the Brotherhood has enemies.”
“Yes, but you have not elaborated.”
“Trust me, the longer you don’t know, the better.”
“So I should sneak back home?”
“Let’s talk about other things first. Hanna won’t be at your house on the first. We are taking her with us to San Francisco for a week. Then she will move in.”
“Have you told her about the Society yet?”
“We have, and it has gone very well. Your inattentiveness frustrated her, but I explained it to her satisfaction. The time in San Francisco will be good for her. She will meet other Siblings.”
“And other Brothers?” I asked.
“Yes, she will. When she comes to live with you, she will fully understand. It would go even better if you would allow me to take Doris Alex with us on the trip. She can be Hanna’s guide. And Doris Alex would meet some business contacts.”
“Doris Alex is free to go with you, but do you know what you are asking?”
“The impropriety of taking your crested Sibling on a weeklong trip? Or, me being bombarded by her new twins’ enhanced pheromones, her desire to obey, and need for a Brother’s touch?”
I laughed. “Only the latter.”
“Are you sure?”
“The latter is a lot. As I told you before, I trust you both to observe the red line. Having both Doris Alex and Hanna out of town will allow me to concentrate on the move to Eugene. I’ll send the twins to stay with their parents for a couple of days so I can be alone with Teresa and Lisa...”
Nate laughed, “And ten more Siblings!”
“Right now, I am worried about Teresa and Lisa. Something is going on; Lisa has been somewhat cold to me.”
“You fucked her mother!” Nate said and chuckled.
I just looked at him. He nodded, “You’re right, it couldn’t be that. They are both great Siblings, and Teresa has been through a lot. Take good care of them.”
As I crept home, I walked on the other side of the street because neighbors were still out inspecting ‘Speed Racer’s’ damage.
I had not told Nate what I planned in Eugene. He might view me as stupid as my Jeep neighbor, but at least I was going to do it consciously.
As I pulled into my new estate, I saw Teresa’s car parked outside, just as I expected. I had only Lisa in the truck, wearing a purple top and a short black skirt. After picking her up at the sorority house, we remained quiet. Both of us had one thing on our minds: Teresa. Lisa had apologized for last week’s jealousy of her mom, her terrible reaction to the edibles, and involving my Siblings ... but I knew there was more to it. Tonight, the three of us would get everything out in the open.
I told Lisa to give me a couple of minutes, then come and join us. As I headed inside; I brought my travel bag and a special cooler put together by Molly. The twins grumbled about not joining me on this trip, but they’d drive their Toyota Avalon down tomorrow night. That car had gotten almost no use of late, so it needed some miles. They were spending the night with their parents again, much to the delight of all four of them.
Teresa left the front door unlocked because my keys were waiting inside for me. As I entered, Teresa sternly said, “Good evening, Mr Cochran.” I looked around to see if anyone else was in the house. Then she ran up laughing and jumped into my arms, “Daddy!”
“Hello my baby girl.”
She broke the hug after a moment, stepped back and slipped off her grey and white dress, exposing her bare pussy and breasts, barely contained in a shelf bra, nipples exposed. Then gracefully knelt and spread her knees wide. “I’m sorry, you are my Master too. This is my proper greeting for you.”
She had a body most forty-two-year-olds would kill for; still thin and athletic with breasts larger than I was used to. Definitely a D-cup. And those nipples; long and erect. Immediately made you aware of their primary purpose.
Lisa walked in behind me, carrying the special cuddle teddy bear I had bought for Teresa. It was almost human-sized and shaped. With weighted arms that could wrap around a woman. Sounds creepy, but I thought she might like to cuddle with it when I was not available.
Teresa saw Lisa and brightly said, “Hi Lisa, did you get that cute teddy for me?”
Lisa did not react to her mother displayed almost naked on the floor. Instead, she just said, “Hi Mom. Your ‘daddy’ got this for you.” Okay, there was a bit of tone in the ‘daddy’ remark.
Teresa squealed out a “Thank you, Master!”
Lisa sighed, “So is Z your Brother, your Master, or your daddy now?”
I answered for Teresa. “There is no conflict within the Brotherhood between the three titles, Lisa. Teresa is a submissive, like you. Daddy Dom emphasizes certain traits that I am honored she sees in me.”
“My apologies, Brother. I was rude to both of you. I have a lot weighing on my mind.”
“Let’s find a place where we can sit and talk. Teresa, I know we kept some of the furniture; do you have a suggestion for somewhere comfortable?”
“Oh, Daddy, let’s go to your bedroom. I had something delivered for you.”
I told Teresa to rise and show us. As we opened the door, there was an Alaskan King Biggie. Even larger than my Alaskan King back at my Beaverton house. This one was twelve feet by nine feet. Gigantic! I wondered how many Siblings could comfortably sleep with me on this bed. Teresa had even bought all the bedding needed and had several pillows ranging from large to huge so we could lie down, or sit and lean.
My new bedroom looked stunning, too. Teresa had repainted in a deep grey-blue color, a massive upgrade from the light blue we had seen earlier. A slight, pleasing paint smell was still in the air. The walls were yet to be decorated, except for a Field of Dreams art print on one wall. Signed by Kevin Costner, it was from the ‘Hey Dad, you wanna have a catch’ scene.
My hand stroked Teresa’s brunette hair. “I love it! I love it all. Thank you!” I kicked off my shoes, leaving my shirt and jeans on, and ventured onto the middle of the bed, pulling Teresa with me.
“Please join us, Lisa.”
Lisa hesitated.
I command, “Dress off, Lisa.”
She immediately removed her dress and stood before us, completely naked. “Good girl, no panties, no bra. Did you do that to please me?”
“Yes, Brother.” She blushed, but I knew her mind was troubled.
“Pull a blanket up for you, and one for your mom. It is a little chilly in here, and we are just going to talk.”
I was already leaning on one of the huge pillows with Teresa pulled into me. Lisa walked over and lovingly covered her mom in a blanket, then moved all the way around to the other side of the bed, positioned one of the oversized pillows at a ninety-degree angle to me and wrapped her blanket around herself.
“Can we vow this is a bed of truth, while we sit here today? We will honestly answer all questions? I know you have vowed before, but vow again that you will never betray the Brotherhood. You must not repeat today’s discussions without permission.”
They both hesitated and looked at each other. Finally, they nodded and said, “Yes, Brother.”
“First, just to satisfy my curiosity. Teresa, you said you were a retired Sibling, then semi-retired. Why would someone ‘retire’ from being a Sibling?”
“Retiring completely would be unusual. But after the wild college life, many Siblings marry a normal, and go off and have babies. Once in a while, they attend a ‘sorority reunion’, and their spouse is none the wiser.”
“Others may marry another Sibling. No deception, but the same result. And if they are crested to a Brother, and married to a Sibling they can stay happily active.”
“But if a Sibling is crested and married to a Brother, they are usually not sexually active with anyone else. They go off and have babies, and I’d consider them retired.”
“Is that what happened to you?” I asked.
“I married my crested Brother. We were monogamous and had Lisa. But then he died, and I suffered years of depression and health issues. Brothers tried to help, but never broke through to me ... until you last week.”
“Was this during a purge?”
Teresa sobbed; Lisa had tears in her eyes. “No, a stupid traffic accident. He was coming back through the Colorado mountains for our Lisa’s birthday, and slid off the road in the snow and dropped 2,000 feet.”
“I am so sorry for you both. You mentioned health issues. Teresa, I know you are very sick. And part of the reason Lisa has acted the way she has is ... she knows and is protective of you.”
They looked at each other again. Lisa hid her head under the blanket. Teresa continued to cry; tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
“It is more than sick. I am dying with no hope. I have an ‘orphan disease’ that is deadly and so rare no one is even doing research on a cure. Yes, Lisa was being protective. Even though I have told her that this disease does not work that way. Taking it easy will not help me live longer.”
I hugged her as she continued.
“It is a genetic disease. A simple way to describe it is my heart is strangling itself, and other organs too. But it is not like a heart attack; exertion will not hasten my death. My next relapse will kill me, though.”
“I’m sorry, Z, I tried to deny my mother some last happiness with you.”
I reached out and squeezed Lisa’s shoulder. “Perhaps my Siblings and I can help.”
“Just keep loving her until she is gone. You and your Siblings are not genius doctors. And your money cannot find a cure.”
“Doris Alex is ... But that is not the point. At least not the direct point.”
Teresa looked at me curiously. “Doris Alex is ... what?
“A doctor.”
“An actual medical doctor? How would that be possible?”
“She was a trauma surgeon in Portland until I forced her to quit.”
Lisa jumped in hostilely. “Bullshit, she is what, seventeen?”
“She is thirty-eight, or was. The twins healed her. A side effect is that she became younger.”
A little less hostile, but dubious, Lisa asked, “How could they possibly heal her?”
“Let me ask you first, how many Bloodline Siblings do you have at Oregon?”
“Just one; she is a grad student. Oregon has never been a hotbed for Bloodlines, but they always make sure at least one moves here.”
“What Bloodline is she from?”
“Marie. There are also two more Bloodline Siblings that I know of in the area. Both are Marie. They don’t really have involvement with the sorority or school anymore.”
“How is the remaining Bloodline Sibling thought of?”
“She is well-respected, has the highest rank, and great personal power.”
I winced when she said ‘rank’; this may be a thorn in my side soon. I looked at Teresa, “Has it been the same regarding Bloodlines since you were in the sorority?”
“Yes, Brother.”
“Have they possessed any special powers?”
“I’d say great internal personal powers. Externally, the powers of persuasion they received from their longer indoctrination. They can control normal, indoctrinated Siblings. Why all the Bloodline questions?”
“Because you are getting three new Bloodline Siblings. And they will be like nothing you have seen before.”
“Doris Alex, Maggie and Molly are Bloodline? Lisa told me you are a Bloodline Brother.”
“Yes, hopefully you have told no one else, Lisa?”
“No one, Brother. I’m sorry, I confided in only my mother.”
Teresa circled back to the unanswered question. “How could you three heal Doris Alex?”