Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 33
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
“This is Bailey Young with KPTV FOX 12 Oregon, live at Beaverton High School, where the senior pranks started early this year.” [The camera moved from Bailey’s bright face to zoom in on the high school’s flagpole, where seven old tires circled the base of the flagpole. Spray-painted orange letters from top to bottom adorned the car tires with ‘e, n, i, o, r, 18’. Security tape blocked off the area around the brick planter base of the pole. The camera pans way up to the top of the flagpole where a huge tractor tire painted with an S dangled precariously with the American flag.
“Around midnight, determined high school seniors seized a substantial construction crane situated nearly a block from here. They drove it up the street. Lifted the tires over the top of the flagpole and dropped them down. Then, even returned the crane. No one saw them accomplish all this, and no camera captured them. Sadly for the senior pranksters, the capstone S got hung up atop the flagpole. Nice try, seniors, but no cigar.” [The camera pans down, capturing Bailey Young again, with ‘eniors18,’ close in the background]
“This is Bailey Young, from Beaverton High School, saying... [a long, whining rubber on metal sound fills the air] ... What the hell!” [Dirt and rubber bits explode. The large S now sits atop the pile of tires. Then, a rope whines lightly as the American flag slides down, draping the tires to complete the look. The flummoxed reporter recovers to continue.
“This is Bailey Young, of Fox 12 Oregon, saying ... at Beaverton, seniors rule!”
[The curious crowd of students gathered around before the start of school, screaming with a “Seniors!” chant picking up volume as the feed cuts.]
Maggie clicked the remote, pausing the TV.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Hanna danced in the twins’ basement as the gang gathered after school and watched the video repeat.
I was really going to miss the twin’s basement and our crew of disparate friends. The pool table, pinball machine, comfortable couches ... so much better than That 70s Show Forman’s basement hangout. We were leaving our friends behind to move to Eugene. Liz and Mark may end up joining us there in a year and a half. I would not be surprised if Mark became a Sibling and lived with us. Maybe even Liz, but that was a long shot. Carlynn would end up going to school on the East Coast. Justin would stay in the Portland area.
“Hey, where is Sarah? She missed this.” I asked.
“Sarah is back with her normal Mormon friends. You guys have been a bit too much for her.”
“Aw, bummer.”
“You guys did this last night?” asked Carlynn.
“Yeah! Turned out perfect.” Molly bounced up and down with Hanna.
“But you guys aren’t seniors?” said Justin.
“Hanna is, and now Molly, Maggie and I never will be. Two more days and we are out!” I said with a broad smile.
“But, but ... how did you guys do all that?” asked Liz.
Damn, we were going to miss our friends; the end of gatherings in the twins’ basement neared a permanent end. But we couldn’t tell them the truth; instead, we put out an outrageous lie. I looked over at Molly and Hanna. “We didn’t. Molly and Hanna planned it all and got others to do it for them.”
“Who and how!”
“We approached some senior baseball team players and auto shop guys, explained the plan, and they were in.” Molly grinned.
“That’s a lot of work and risk for them,” said Justin.
“We gave them an excellent incentive!” Molly laughed. “Maggie, Hanna and I flashed them for eighteen seconds on the baseball field for doing it.”
“No way!” Mark protested. Mark energized at the slightest hint of a sexual component.
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