Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 11
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Inspired by the world of ElSol in A Master’s Ring. Highly recommend everyone read AMR first. James Zefram Cochran and the Valentine twins are growing up and building a life as Oregon Ducks….. hoping to be almost normal college students. Normal... with the backing of the Brotherhood, the Cymry, nearly unlimited resources, a growing 'harem' of intelligent motivated women, a resort style ranch and a fast jet. But their enemies remain a deadly threat. (Follow up to Trippin with the Valentines)
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction School Science Fiction Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
My Siblings and I had remained sitting in the bar area, enjoying our second drinks and relaxed company. The light rain outside had stopped; the sun peeked out, and bright colors returned to our island and surrounding sea. I noticed Gwen fidgeting with her iPhone, something clearly on her mind. As she turned to me, I raised my eyebrows.
“Master, may I show you and my Siblings a video of a project I worked on with a team since I was eighteen? I worked on it every summer and some hours during school each year.”
“Absolutely, I’d love to see it. Yet, I’m embarrassed to say, I don’t know what you are going to show us. I certainly should know what you have been working on for years.”
Gwen winked and said, “We’ve been uncovering many big things in our lives. While in comparison, this might not be big, but ... it may present you ... us ... with an alternative. I have been working on the team for a new design mega yacht using existing technologies, well, mostly existing technologies, for several years. My three peer-reviewed papers I wrote on the propulsion system, the fluid dynamics of the hull design, and bridge controls. I turned them into the basis of my thesis for my doctorate at Stanford.”
“Damn! Doesn’t sound like you were just on the team if you wrote papers and are receiving your doctorate for the work.” I asked, surprised to say the least.
Gwen blushed. “I was fortunate to have opportunities others never had.”
“Because you are a fucking high tech genius!” Doris Alex chipped in.
“Anyway, can I, like, play the video and then we can talk?”
“Of course!”
Molly hit the remote on the large screen tv, and Gwen cast the video up, and magic began.
We all sat in stunned silence. Yeah, not exactly. We rose and moved closer, mesmerized by what Gwen had created. When it ended, Doris Alex was first. “We are so building this!”
“Wait!” I said. “Play it again, please.”
There were things I missed the first time. After the second viewing, my Siblings all talked excitedly. I raised my hand, and after a moment, everyone stopped and looked at me expectantly. “Gwen, is this buildable today?”
“Definitely. In fact, one has been under construction, and I have continued to be involved.”
“Tri-hybrid systems ... water jet propulsion and propellers, with massive batteries, that Star Trek-looking bridge, one hundred and twenty-five meters long?” I asked.
“Yes, all of it. I, of course, have been under non-disclosure agreements for years, as this is a secret project. Just yesterday, I received special permission to show you the video.”
“How many hours could we sit offshore completely silent, and still running lights and air-conditioning?” I asked.
“An easy twenty hours without turning on an engine.” Gwen replied.
“A top speed of forty knots? So three times faster than this ship?”
Gwen smiled and said, “Top speed even higher, it can cruise at forty ... as you would say ... a game changer.”
“So how long would it take for them to build us one?”
“We could not build this exact mega yacht, but something similar we could build in about four years.”
I grimaced. Gwen saw my face and said, “I know, not in line with Z-time. You are an immediate gratification guy. But here is the deal: this one will be complete in less than a year, and thanks to Molly and Maggie, we could buy it!”
“Why, because of Molly and Maggie?”
Molly spoke up, “I was digging for any alternative possibilities and found a certain distressed Arab prince in a severe financial crunch. He had the ship on order and can no longer afford it. The drop in oil prices combined with his foolishly placing a huge bet on bitcoin late last year, at its all-time peak.”
It hit me. I laughed hard. “Don’t tell me he bought an enormous chunk of the bitcoin Maggie was selling?”
“Bingo!” Maggie said and blushed.
Damn, I thought. Another potentially pissed-off purchaser that had a reason to hate Maggie ... plus at least three Russian oligarchs ... but the evidence was strongly leaning towards a certain oligarch being responsible for the attack on the twins, with help from insiders from the Brotherhood investment firm.
“So his loss is our gain. How much of a premium would we have to pay?” I asked.
“Getting the ship in less than a year, instead of waiting three to four years, would cost us maybe a fifty million dollar premium. He is desperate, but if this goes on the billionaire open market, he might get even more.” Maggie said, and Molly and Gwen nodded in confirmation.
“How quickly could we get this done, Maggie?”
“Brother, I have been working non-stop on this since Molly and Gwen talked. I am now just waiting for you to give your approval.”
“Our approval. Anyone against?” I asked.
It was unanimous. Suddenly we were buying a ship that looked more like a starship than a yacht. “What are we going to name her?” Addy asked.
“The Flying V sounds good.” Everyone smiled and nodded.
“Oh, wow!” I thought to myself, not realizing I’d said it out loud. A completely naked Chloe and Heidi, squealing and laughing, had turned the corner, coming from my room towards the veranda. Then they froze in place when they saw the staff serving lunch. They turned around in full retreat, scampering into more naked Siblings coming out of my bedroom.
They had all been downstairs in the dungeon / holodeck having fun with the three Brothers. Only my crested Siblings were with me around the table. Maggie, sitting next to me, had seen the whole thing. She laughed and loudly fake whispered in my ear. “Change your mind about what you’d like for lunch?”
Well, yeah! Little Chloe, short and athletic, with long brunette hair in a ponytail, with perfectly sized breasts for her body, holding hands with Heidi. She of the porn star body ... hourglass, large breasts, a small waist, full hips. Dirty blonde hair was also in a ponytail today. And green eyes! I had quite a thing for green eyes. Of course I’d like to play with both sorority Siblings, but so far it hadn’t happened.
I’d had no alone time with either woman, and I was not about to just grab one, or both, and pull them toward my bedroom. I’d have said ‘drag’, but I’m sure they’d come willingly, grinning all the way ... but still. Not my style. I need an emotional connection. Get to know a woman first. Hmm, is that accurate? I thought back, seeing if there had been exceptions. Nope. Oh, wait ... Teresa. There had been almost no conversation before I pulled my forty something realtor into the woods, bending her over a fallen tree.
Maggie slapped my arm playfully, bringing me back. “You are thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, I am a human male.”
Molly, sitting to my right, chortled, “Don’t we know it!”
I looked from Addy, Teresa, Lisa, Doris Alex and Gwen. All were wearing coverups over their bikinis. “Seven women, and my mind still wandered. At least I was fondly remembering my first time with Teresa.”
“Wait till we get back to Eugene and see what I have done with that tree!” Teresa said with a huge grin.
“I have seen it!” Lisa cackled. “It’s a shrine now, weatherproofed and lacquered. That fallen tree will see a lot of action in the coming years.”
I blushed. No, I didn’t; I owned it and looked forward to using the tree again. Chloe and Heidi strutted back onto the veranda, this time wearing coverups over bikinis. Just behind them was keli, then the four UCLA Siblings, Penny and Tom, Armando and John. All had shit-eating grins across their faces, not hiding a smug happiness. This morning, everyone obviously had another fantastic time down below.
Most would probably rate each UCLA woman as a ‘California seven or eight,’ equating to a nine or ten on the ten-point scale elsewhere in America. Grace, Charlotte, and Rachel ... blonde, brunette, and redheaded.
But it was Phoebe who caught my eye. Shortish, dyed platinum blonde hair with dark roots. Her dark brown eyes flashed with intelligence and depth that refused to be hidden. She wore the uniform of the day: a bikini and coverup ... although hers was the only black opaque choice that revealed nothing. I immediately wished I had seen her naked form. I guessed five foot four-ish and small breasts.
Taking the chair next to Chloe and Heidi, keli began a whispered giggling conversation as all the rest quickly found spaces around the table.
Life was fantastic. Women aplenty and the clouds had retreated, revealing blue skies, tropical flowers of many colors to add to the vivid turquoise and bright aqua sea.
Conversation topics focused on the food and weather mostly, while the staff was serving lunch choices of fried chicken, red snapper, conch fritters, rice, scalloped potatoes, and pasta. With drinks refilled once more, I dismissed the staff for the remainder of the day. We’d be enjoying dinner at the Estate House restaurant on our island this evening, so our employees had another free afternoon and evening.
I uncorked the mood by looking over to Addy and asking, “What’s new and improved, Perky Tits?”
She popped up, stripped off her translucent off-white coverup and dark blue bikini top, revealing those perfect, perky tits. Maggie quipped, “Not new, and certainly no improvement needed.”
“Sit, Addy,” I suggested and smiled.
Tom immediately began recapping their time below, “The girls all got to experience the carwash ... with the off-road experience. So amusing!”
“I had always meant to try off-road ... I can just imagine,” I said.
“Oh yes! Naked girls sprayed with mud everywhere. Mud wrestling without the wrestling ... but a nice bit of bondage.” Tom crowed. “Then the warm water jets, forty-five orgasms according to Medea, and a nice cold water rinse!”
Maggie groaned, “I still believe the cold water is cruel!”
She gathered a lot of agreement and laughs among the women. Penny and the UCLA Siblings had been ‘holodeck virgins’, but they gushed on and on about the experience.
“Please tell me you didn’t subject them to a Game of Thrones experience after the carwash?” I asked.
Armando laughed heartily. “Medea suggested a Chain Gang Women exploitation scene from the 1970s movie.”
“You didn’t!”
“Oh, we certainly did!”
“I’m sorry, the Brothers seem to have gotten carried away.”
Charlotte, with her best, or worst, southern accent, said, “I do declare, those boys were just beastly!”
“I have never seen such misogyny.” Added Penny.
“Oh, give us a break! You were loving being triple teamed by those prison guards!” Rachel laughingly said.
“Only those simulants, no Brothers.” Penny retorted.
“More for us!” Rachel replied.
John said, “Yeah, we got to be prison guards along with a bunch of damn realistic simulants.”
“Gave me a lot of material for my ... err ... creative writing class,” Phoebe said.
“We’d sure like to be invited back.” Rachel said.
“Absolutely, plus come up to Eugene.” I said.
They all agreed that was an outstanding idea and they wanted to experience more. Eventually the Brothers and UCLA Siblings wandered off to ‘nap’ to recover. Then, keli stood and asked if she could talk with me for a while. I agreed, and we strolled down to the beach.
As we walked, keli said, “Have you listened to Phoebe’s voice? She sounds just like...”
“Uh huh,” I interrupted.
“And she looks just like...”
“Uh huh.” I said again.
She was acting star-struck, so I said, “Look, she may or may not be. But regardless, she is a Sibling and there is no advantage from breaking her cover, if she is.”
“Looks like, talks like, sings like ... quack, quack, quack.” Teased keli.
We had reached the lounge chairs and sat together on a double. I wrapped an arm around her as she looked up at me and asked, “Can I ask a sensitive personal question, Brother?”
“Of course, you can always ask anything; I just might not answer.”
“Why are you treating Penny the way you are? I just can’t understand.”
I looked down at her. “What do you mean?”
“Why haven’t you made her your crested Sibling?”
“We have talked. She doesn’t want to be crested until she completes med school.”
“She will be thirty-six years old by the time she completes it. Medical school, residency, and specialized training take well over a decade!”
“It is her choice to wait.”
“She has already committed herself fully to you. She has given up all other Brothers and you have not claimed her. Why are you punishing her?”
“Med school is a tremendous commitment, and she will be far away.”
“And you have a fast jet. Hell, soon two fast jets!”
“It would be unfair to her to demand faithfulness. I won’t be able to see her for weeks at a time.”
“What is unfair is that she is already faithful and you are making her ride lonesome.”
“What is the meaning of ‘ride lonesome’?”
“You are isolating her ... from you, and from your family. Picture a solitary rider on a hard trail ... all alone. She is working to be a doctor, her dream to save lives. And are you punishing her because she has not thrown all that away to sit by your side? You could give her both of her dreams.”
I mulled that over in my mind. “Oh, hell, I never thought of it that way? Even so, I already have seven crested Siblings, I can’t always be there for her.”
“I think you are not seeing the strength of your family. You won’t always be there for her, but your Siblings can. Only a forty-five minute flight away ... and seven Siblings. One or more can be there for her easily at any time.”
“You know Penny is not bisexual, right?”
“Oh, come on, Brother! You know how your family works. Only a couple of them are naturally bisexual. But when they have forsaken all other men, they find comfort with their other crested Siblings. By not cresting her, you deny her the forever connection to your family. She feels completely devastated. Have you heard that Stanford also accepted her? But she has not responded ... waiting for you to act.”
And you had been doing so well.
Hello Jason, and yes, so good of you to show up and point that out to me.
Your vitals were showing stress, thought you might need help.
Nah, I am going to surrender.
You might want to keep this one; she stands up to you well.
“Has anyone ever said you are a pain in the ass, keli?”
“I apologize for overstepping, Brother. But I’d do it again.”
“Why?”
“For the greater good, Sir. You have a rare blind spot with Penny, and it was worth risking your wrath if by doing so I helped you, Penny, and your family.”
“Will you still feel that way if I turn you over my knee?”
“Of course! And that outcome would be so much better than just ignoring me.”
“Nah, I believe you know I value strong women who voice their minds.”
“Then may I intrude on your life one more time? I have a present for you in your bedroom.”
Waving my hand, I sighed dramatically. “I may regret this, but ... lead on.”