Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 12
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Homeward-bound!
Last breakfast in Antigua. Heading home was a touch sad. Molly and I met with our staff manager, who confirmed that all the employees were happy. The team appreciated the generous retention bonuses, and we approved continuing them. We didn’t want to lose a single member of our staff. They were excellent ... and discrete.
“He did some fucking voodoo mind magic!” Heidi declared just as Molly and I stepped onto the veranda, looked up at us and said, “Oops!”
Everyone in our group, except for Penny and the pilots, had gathered around to eat breakfast. They were just finishing up. Food eaten, almost empty juice glasses and coffee cups. We’d missed it. Thankfully, Lisa and Maggie had guarded a couple sandwiches for us.
Yeah, they had been talking about me, recounting the bondage scene in my bedroom.
“Hey, no kissing and telling!” I joked. “Besides, you two started it with the rope party.”
Chloe mused, “I believed you’d see Heidi bound up and would run away, but you increased the challenge instead.”
Heidi shivered, even now with the recollection. “Brother, I had to tell it all. That was the most intense sex of my life. You had me convinced I was going to be a sex slave for the rest of my life, bought and sold, and sold again later to an Arab sheik. I know it seems crazy, but it was so real!”
Chloe laughed. “And I felt like a pimp, but thought I was going to be rich. Even when you winked at me, and I knew it was a game. But ... but ... fuck!”
“Z, you have scary mind control superpowers ... and dammit, I want to do it again!” Heidi stood up, ran over and hugged me.
“Eugene beckons. I think we shall!” I responded with confidence, but inside wondered if it was a path I wanted to revisit. My mind argued it might be a bad idea, but the flesh was more than willing.
The Heidi and Chloe experience had been great fun, but just how fast and far the play scene had escalated concerned me. How did they fall down the rabbit hole so quickly and believe it was real? And I was right there with them. Pheromones? Or was Heidi right? I had some mind control powers that flowed unintentionally. The art of mind fucking. Perhaps I was becoming an artist!
Fortunately, another GS650 jet was available from the Brotherhood company where Penny and the pilots had worked. The LA Siblings and Armando made their way to the jet we owned, with Penny and the Sibling pilots operating the flight. Gwen, Doris Alex and Teresa joined them.
They’d stop at Van Nuys Airport and drop off the four LA siblings and Armando, then head to the San Jose Airport, where the rest of them would drive to Stanford.
Penny, Gwen, and Doris Alex would be busy shopping for furniture and all the essentials for the new Atherton house. An all-cash offer facilitated a quick close. Teresa going along to help them, and close on the house ... and to see what she had bought sight unseen, except from photos on the internet. Okay, not being a rookie, she had a contact provide her with plenty of video and had two different home inspections. I expected Teresa had also brought her substantial ‘aging makeup’ so that she didn’t look like a teenager at closing.
Molly assured me they had received a new armored Escalade. Another to be delivered to the house in a few days. I had arranged for permanent security onsite before the plane landed ... can never be too safe.
That left me with the twins, Lisa, Addy, Chloe, Heidi, and keli on our rented jet. Plus, Tom, and John. It would necessitate a quick stop in Iowa to drop off John, then finally home.
The twins were diving right into classes at Eugene this coming week. I don’t know how much the Brotherhood had pulled strings. Tom had helped, but I had not been involved. Regardless, Maggie and Molly were excited to be coeds earlier than any of us had thought possible. I could hear the giggling all the way in back of the plane. My twins gave every indication that they were going to love college and the sorority life.
Then, it hit me. All my Siblings would be in classes or in Atherton for much of the week. I’d be blissfully alone while they were experiencing their first classes. I was in the back section of the plane, planning on privacy to make some calls when Lisa joined me. She had news.
“We have a thing called continuous open bidding at Eugene. We expected to have two openings for new pledges in the Spring quarter, but we unexpectedly have four. With two Siblings transferring in this quarter, we are going to blindside the transfers, and Maggie and Molly with bids tomorrow. There will be activities for them all week at the chapter house. So ... what I am saying is ... Maggie and Molly will be gone all week between classes and sorority activities ... and they will sleep in our sorority house.”
“Hmm ... and all my Siblings on the plane are sorority members or pledges?
“Uh huh.”
“So you are telling me, with eight crested Siblings, I will be all alone this week?”
“Oh, you poor man, what will you do?” Lisa giggled.
“I’ll keep myself occupied by doing absolutely nothing at all!”
I donned my headphones and prepared to call Nate as Lisa walked forward, leaving me with the needed privacy. The last few days had been weird; no calls and no messages from Nate or Gwendolen, and the mouthguard memory device had remained clear and silent.
Before I could call Nate, my phone buzzed. It was Nate. Good timing! “Hi Nate, how’s it going?”
“Damn it, Z! I know you were on vacation, but you can’t just turn your phone off. I tried calling dozens of times and left a gazillion messages! I called your Siblings, called the Antigua estate. Nothing could get through.”
“That is strange. And I have messages and missed calls from others, but not from you. Is anything going on?”
“Fuck yeah, shit is happening ... and not happening.”
“My gosh, Nate, it is not like you to lose your cool and curse.”
“You are saying ‘my gosh’? Stop playing with me. Z, this is serious.”
“How can I help, Nate?” Amused, I enjoyed provoking Nate. I thought I knew what was going on, but then again, maybe something serious had happened.
“Gwendolen went home, but she was supposed to be back. Then the other Cymry just left. Didn’t even pack up or say a word. I can’t reach Gwendolen either. Or any other Cymry. Total silence.”
“Hmm, interesting.”
“Interesting! Interesting! Do you know what is going on?”
“Nate, I have some guesses, but is there anything more?”
“The memory device. I received a feed from the Cymry council. I needed to talk to you about it.”
“Yeah, I got it too. Anything else?”
“I can’t reach my daughter either, Z.”
“Nate, she is fine. And I am not just saying that. There is no scenario where the Cymry would hurt her. Or want to.”
“Yes, I have thought through all the possibilities. But what is going on?”
“Obviously a communication blackout. Before we get into that, is there anything else?”
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