Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 6
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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.
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 Harem White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
Sunday morning, my mom was again working. But at least she kept the place stocked with food. And I was fast learning to cook. Walking into the kitchen, trying to decide between fast cereal or bacon and eggs, the doorbell rang.
Maggie! She breezed in as I stood by, open-mouthed. No sweats or oversized shirt. Not that we could go running yet on my wounded ankle, but we had been working out in my home gym a lot. I guessed not today. “Is your mom working all day again?”
“All day, every day, but what’s new.” I shrugged and followed her inside. Watching her ass sway in tight, but not outrageous white shorts. She was also wearing flip-flops and a pink crop top, exposing some cleavage and midriff. Although she didn’t dress in a blatantly sexy way, she still had that effect. No stopping that body of hers.
Maggie walked up into the family room, hooked up her iPhone to the stereo and announced, “Let’s listen to a little Lana Del Rey, boyfriend.”
As Brooklyn Baby played, I nodded in agreement. “Much better than Taylor Swift.”
Maggie flashed a rare Mona Lisa smile and sat in the middle of my couch, fingers motioning me over. I approached and commented, “Aren’t you confident today? And ahead of yourself with the boyfriend stuff?”
She restored her knowing smile. “You seriously thinking of turning down the opportunity?”
“You did try to kill me.” I replied.
“Oh, not that again. Old news. You won. To the victor goes the spoils.” Maggie teased.
I came closer. Maggie reached out and grabbed the belt around my jeans and pulled me closer, guiding me down on the couch. My rapidly hardening dick was obvious. “Woah, tiger, I am a virgin, and will remain one today! Small steps, boyfriend.”
I detected no push from Maggie’s mind, but the subtle pheromones were not so subtle. I had read that no one has proven human female sex pheromones are detectable. Those researchers have never met Maggie and Molly. A little hand to gland combat when I woke up earlier meant I could resist and stay in control.
I sat down on the couch, leaning into her. Feeling a little manipulated, I knew I could stop her. But I’m not crazy. I went with it. Ever so slightly brushing my lips against hers. As she tried to press her lips to mine, I leaned back. Not willing to cede control this time. Lightly touching lips again, then backing off, again and again. Maggie groaned in frustration, and I finally kissed her for the first time. Her mouth open and tongue entering mine. The ever so light mist of a kiss turned into a warm summer downpour.
I held the kiss, hands moving slowly along her back, lower to the exposed skin below her short top. Finally kissing the girl who had fascinated me since moving to Oregon. My hands eventually gripped the bottom of her top and lifted it up, her hands raising without hesitation as we broke the kiss. Feasting my eyes on perfect breasts, barely contained by a sheer pink laced bralette. My hands gently cupped those beautiful breasts while the thunder and lightning of this kiss storm built. Sounds crazy, but I guess you had to be there.
I broke the kiss again, held out my hand to lift her up, “Let’s go upstairs.”
She looked into my eyes with slight hesitation. I said the trite “Trust me” line. We climbed the stairs, headed down the hall, turned right and entered my room.
“Err, you have a king-size bed? And is this real brass?”
“Shhh, it is not what it looks like. Well, it is, but I convinced my mom I needed one to sleep properly. My height, ya know. Besides you and Molly are the only two girls who have been on it ... remember last night when you both slept here?”
“Barely, I was pretty out of it.”
“And yes, real brass. The previous owners of our house in Iowa left it in the basement. I liberated it.”
Maggie ran her hand across the footboard. “Beautiful.”
I laughed and responded, “Less talking, more doing. Lay lady lay. Lay across my big, brass bed.”
“Huh?”
“Trust me. Just lay down. And haven’t you heard that Bob Dylan song?”
“Bob Dylan? You’re weird, Z.”
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