Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 40
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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
“How do you feel about strengthening our alliance, Zefram?” asked Gwen.
What are you thinking? I replied.
“I’d like to send my daughter, Gwendolen, to you tomorrow morning. We’re just a hop, skip and a jump away from Antigua.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a daughter. And her name is Gwendolen?”
“Yes, and yes. She is my only daughter, my only child, although she is an adult now.”
“Why would she come to see me on New Year’s Eve?” I paused... “Wait! Are you talking about strengthening our alliance with a royal marriage type of thing?”
“Oh my goodness, absolutely not!”
I exhaled heavily and relaxed my shoulders, glad to be wrong about the thought that had crossed my mind. “So, why then?”
“I am proposing a joining of sorts, though. Gwendolen’s fertility peaks on New Year’s Day.”
Stunned silence on my part. Tension returned to my neck and shoulders. Gwen was telling me this on the phone. I was on the deck of our rented yacht watching my Siblings snorkeling down below in the crystal-clear waters. Mesmerized by the stingrays, and knowing I was talking to Gwen, they were not screaming for me to join them ... for now. Hanna’s tattoo work on her back was highly visible as she swam. The crew had to see it, but they remained professional, said nothing ... that I could hear.
“Are you still there, Z?”
“Err, yeah, barely.” I paused for another moment. “Okay, explain this to me.”
“I know this is happening lightning-fast. But I thought I’d go right to the punchline.”
“Ya almost knocked me out of the boat with that punchline. So, start from the beginning, please.”
“As you know, we have been observing you and your siblings. Evaluating to see if you could help unify our two societies.”
“Unify? I thought it was to be an alliance?”
“An alliance, which might lead to reunification one day. But Z, you have a way of changing the speed of things. We, and your council, nicknamed it ‘Z-speed’. Instead of resisting it, we think it best to capitalize on your momentum.”
“Wait! You said reunification?”
“I said that. Do you know the origin of the Brotherhood’s Sibling Bloodlines?”
“Mostly, the original ten Sibling lines that pledged their loyalty to the Brotherhood. I know most of the names.”
“The Brotherhood removed the very first original Bloodline from history ... Gwendolen. Throughout our history, my family has named every firstborn daughter Gwendolen.”
“You are saying you and your daughter are of the oldest Bloodline? Do Nate and the council know this?”
“They did not until we told them. With your Brotherhood’s purges, much of your history was lost. But ours was preserved. And since at one time we were one, we have been able to fill in many of the blanks for your Society. And we provided them with enough proof.”
“Why was the Gwendolen Bloodline purged from the Brotherhood’s records?”
“It happened more than a thousand years ago. The first female Brother accepted a ring with full Brotherhood rights. It was controversial across the Brotherhood. There were also disagreements centered at the time on the Brotherhood’s push for economic and political power.
“You may have been told there were seven branches of the Brotherhood. But actually, there were eight. A small eighth branch survived during one purge, its geographic isolation helping it to survive. The Gwendolen Bloodline was centered in the small eighth branch.
“You also may have heard that the Brotherhood’s best efforts could not save five Bloodlines from dying out. That was false. The Brotherhood nearly exterminated them. But all this ancient history can wait for another time.”
“This makes the Brotherhood’s history sound evil. Why would you be willing to reunify?”
“First, it was a thousand years ago. And yes, many Brother’s corrupt pursuit of sex, power, and money has left a bloody trail into recent times. But David, your biological father, even though he has killed countless, has honor.”
“And his son, just might lead the way to a reborn, just Society.”
While we were talking, I Googled the history of the name Gwendolen. I shivered down my neck to my arms. “How could the Society remove Gwendolen, but the legend persist in the wider world? You still wear a white ring?”
“Yes, as does my daughter. My ancient ancestor wore the very first white ring.”
“Okay, so tell me why you would want to send your daughter, who doesn’t even know me, to come and have sex with me with the goal of becoming pregnant.”
“Reunification. And she knows you better than your twins knew you when you three became a throuple.”
“Damn! You know the whole dungeon thing should piss me off? Is she there with you now in the Caribbean? And she watched the dungeon scenes?”
Gwen sighed, “Yes.”
“Who is Gwendolen’s father?”
“My husband and Brother, who leads our council.”
I shook my head. “Of course, so that makes her a princess?”
Gwen laughed into the phone. “I think so! Pride of a mother and all. But no, unless it helps you to think that way, then ... sure.”
I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes. “So why the rush?”
“Because you are a fucking rockstar, Z! Our benefactor has been watching you too. Through us. You passed every single test to perfection. And your Siblings. Our benefactor considers you ‘acceptable’. That is higher praise than you can ever imagine. This could push reunification ahead by decades. You and your Siblings will be the bridge between our two societies, and we will truly work together.”
“Do you know how crazy all this is?”
“Crazier than what has happened since you moved to Oregon?”
“I can’t be just a sperm donor.”
“Of course, you can’t. They man we now know never could.”
“She would be mine? My crested Sibling?”
“Yes!”
“And she would want this?”
“Yes, remember, she already knows so much about you.”
“I’ll need to talk to Nate. No promises yet.”
“Yes, please do!”
“And I’d have to tell my Siblings Gwendolen is coming. And if all this really happens, I’d need to get the twins and Doris Alex’s approval.”
“Approval?”
“My first child, not being theirs? Yes, approval. My crested Siblings deserve the choice.”
“Of course, Z.”
“How old is your daughter?”
“Twenty-four. She is finishing her PhD in Aeronautics and Astronautics at Stanford, graduating in May.”
“At age twenty-four, damn! What will an aerospace engineer do in Oregon?”
“You will be surprised.”
“Okay, I’ll call Nate.”
I ended the call and rubbed my temples. Gwen was right; my life had been bizarre for half a year. And I was handling it even with no Jason in my head giving me advice. Maybe I should have been a soldier. I could focus on the task at hand. Bear down and take that next hill.
Molly climbed out of the water and rubbed her wet, blue bikini body on my backside as she kissed my neck. “Coming in, Brother?”
“No, I have to call Nate. Then we need a short family meeting. So back in the water, my mermaid. Explain to your Siblings please.”
Molly knew something serious was up, so she didn’t complain. Off she went, as I called Nate.
“I’ve been waiting for your call, Z. How did it go with Gwen?”
“Is everything she told me true?”
“Yes, we have researched and crosschecked. It is all true. We trust her, and their council.”
“So I am your good first lieutenant? I salute and capture that next plot of land?”
“Not at all. At the very least, you are our ambassador. Sometimes our superhero. You are Zefram ... you live in ‘Z-speed’.
“Yeah, I heard that one today. Among ... I’m getting another Sibling, and she is to have my baby? What the fuck, Nate!”
“It is your choice, Z.”
“My choice? Really?”
No immediate response from Nate. I knew what I had to do, but I wanted to hear it from Nate. “Do you need me to do this, Nate? Does the Brotherhood need me to do this? My Sibling family is perfect the way it is.”
“Just meet her, see how it goes?”
“I can do that.”
“Z, how many of your Siblings do you love?”
“All of them ... oh ... damn it, I understand.” I had to laugh. Nate knows me well.
The conversation ended that quickly. I grabbed a mask, snorkel and fins, quickly joining the girls. They were girls right now, giggling, splashing, squealing as they saw me come in.
There were a lot of gentle stingrays, but we were away from the mess of ‘Stingray City’ and the tourists. Our own isolated spot was fantastic. Crystal-clear turquoise water, corals and tons of marine life. We stayed in the water another hour, then back in the yacht for a trip to The Pillars of Hercules on the southern side of the island.
As the yacht powered down the island coast, I herded my Siblings below for a conversation. We sat around a wrap-around, U-shaped couch that fit us easily. I was at the bottom of the U, in my swimsuit and a beach towel, my back to the direction the boat was traveling. Molly and Maggie on my left and right. The rest of my bikini-and towel-clad Siblings spread out down both sides.
“I talked to Gwen today...”
“Oh good, what did she say about the tattoo machine? Hanna interrupted.
“Crap, I forgot. I’ll ask her later. Anyway, she hit me with something big. Do you want the details first, or the grand finale first?”
“Big finish first,” said Maggie; everyone else agreed.
“Okay, I need to ask you all how you feel about having another Sibling in our group.”
“Penny?” Doris Alex asked?
“Oh no, not Penny.” I replied.
“Christ! We are gonna need a party bus to go grab a pizza! Penny would make eight; mystery girl would make nine of us, including you,” Lisa said.
I laughed, “Penny is not for sure.”
“Riiiiiight!” they all said together.
“So who is it?” asked Maggie as she squeezed my hand.
“Gwendolen, Gwen’s daughter.”
“Whaaaat!”
“Time for the details, Brother,” said Maggie.
So I started at the beginning. The very first Bloodline, being Gwendolen. Doris Alex, our resident expert, protested vigorously, but then looked like she was going to be sick as I laid out the entire story. At least as far as what I knew. There were many unanswered questions. Or, more precisely, many questions I had not even asked yet. I knew I was being given the knowledge I needed, as I needed it. So far, that has worked.
When I got to the reunification plan, and Gwen’s daughter, Gwendolen’s role, there was stunned silence.
Finally, Maggie spoke. “And you have not even met her?”
“Gwen wants to send her here in the morning. I need to know how you all feel.”
Lisa, Teresa and Hanna looked back and forth between the twins and Doris Alex. Molly asked, “What did Nate say?”
“He confirmed Gwen’s story, suggested we meet Gwendolen, but said it was our decision.”
“You mean your decision,” said Molly.
“No, our decision. And if it comes to Gwendolen having my baby, it must be unanimous. We are a family. That must be a family decision.”
“It is ... a good plan,” Doris Alex reluctantly conceded.
“We always thought one of us would have the first baby.” Molly stated, “But I think I could be okay with this.”
“Call Gwen; have Gwendolen come. We still have the yacht until noon on the 1st. Let’s see how it goes.” Maggie suggested.
“Oh, tomorrow night is the big fireworks show at midnight! If we all agree, you can be fucking her accompanied by fireworks!” Molly said. I groaned.
“This bitch is going to be eating a lot of pussy tomorrow before I’d give my fucking approval!” Doris Alex teased ... well, maybe not kidding. There were more nods than giggles.
I called Gwen back. She was sending her sacrificial daughter into this rowdy bunch. Hope she was ready! Airport, to car, to small boat, and she’d join us on the yacht. We were sleeping on the boat tonight, and also on New Year’s Eve. With four bedrooms for guests, plus a big master, we fit comfortably.
The Pillars of Hercules is a great tourist spot on the southern end of the island, and today was no exception ... lots of tourists. A tall, unique limestone formation that is a natural lighthouse for the nearby harbor. The water is deep right offshore, so we took a slow, very close sightseeing sweep, then did some more snorkeling. This time I could join for the entire time in the water.
After getting out of the water, Lisa brought up how fun it would be to bring the Siblings in her sorority for trips here. We all thought that was a great idea, and Lisa took on reserving our new Jumby Bay Island retreat for any days coinciding with breaks on the Oregon calendar.
My young women dressed in their colorful short skirts and bare midriff tops they had modeled on the veranda earlier. I wore a light blue, half-buttoned, long-sleeved shirt and light grey shorts. Disembarking at Nelson’s Dockyard, we did a little shopping, then headed up to Shirley Heights.
The view was breathtaking. Almost five hundred feet up, this restored 18th-century military post overlooked two harbors filled with yachts. Green and brown rocky islands. Blue water and puffy white cotton candy clouds. A must for anyone visiting Antigua. It seemed like we could see the entire beautiful island nation. Yet it was high season, and the tourists were everywhere. We missed the sunset because after about thirty minutes; we retreated to the hired vehicles and headed to Abracadabra restaurant. So much more our style. Abras is a large restaurant, bar, and nightclub. On the water and underneath swaying palm trees and canopies, we settled into a secluded table, ordering a group of small plates with local seafood. We have eaten way too much fresh seafood lately, but they had some great pasta dishes. The smell of Italian food mixed with the grilled seafood pleasantly. I even got a decent ribeye steak! So we pigged out and refueled from the day in the water.
All my Siblings were sampling various alcoholic drinks. The legal drinking age in Antigua is sixteen, but some restaurants have their own higher age rules. Regardless, no one tried to card us. I drank mostly water, but had a couple of kamikazes. The young women were feeling the alcohol, and we all began dancing when the live music started.
Fortunately, we had arranged for two crew members and one of their friends to come along as impromptu security. They ate a nearby table, and Lisa asked them to join us on the dance floor. They were happy to oblige, and their attention kept unattached males from getting too aggressive. Six very young, drunk women would tempt most anyone.
Our crack security got a bit up close and personal with my Siblings as the evening progressed. A dash of hands-on asses touching. But that was fine; they were having a great time, and I knew mine were all coming home with me. When we made it back to the yacht, the friend of the crew members lifted Hanna’s top to see the artwork more completely, front and back. Hanna did not protest, and I felt disappointment with her for letting it go on. When Doris Alex lowered her skirt partway to show off her train tattoo, I ended the little conversation and ordered the young women down to my master suite. My six Siblings gave the three security guys deep hugs, then giggled and came along.
The room was cold; the air-conditioning needed to be turned up. Or maybe not; it was dawning on me that emotions might get heated soon. I had authority I may need to exert to get us back on track.
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