Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 6
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“This is the tackiest place you have ever fucked us in,” claimed Maggie
I patted Maggie’s shoulder, smiled and said, “Only you would complain about being fucked in the master suite on a mega yacht.”
Maggie, Molly, Addy, and I were all naked in the California king bed after just enjoying a session while our yacht was underway, heading south towards English Harbour on the south side of Antigua. Maggie cuddled on my right shoulder, Molly on my left. Perky Tits was resting her head on my thigh.
Through an open window, a light breeze wafted in a pleasant saltwater scent. The massive engines powering the mega yacht produced a not unpleasant background hum.
“Look at that carpet, the comforter, the walls, and the ceiling. Who decorated this? It’s like Ursula and Ariel had an underwater battle, and they both lost.” Molly said.
“You have a point. But if we buy this ship, we can redo this entire suite.” I protested.
“Damn straight!” Molly said. “And almost every room on this ship.”
Yeah, this master suite was a total redo. Plus a few of the other bedrooms. Hell, almost all the indoor spaces. But it was mostly furniture and flooring ... a gigantic undertaking on a three hundred foot yacht. But the ship had great bones, fantastic space, and slept three dozen people. The main areas could handle a party of a hundred and fifty people easily.
“I can complain more; this master bedroom is tiny. No way could ten people sleep in this space? Or even the eight we have now. The master deck lacks sufficient size to expand the bedroom and bathroom for our needs.” Molly groused.
“Hmm, good observation. I hate to eliminate this ship, considering how few yachts that sleep thirty-six come on the market,” I said.
“And it takes several years to build one,” Maggie added.
“Let’s move on from the ship talk for now, though. Maybe change the subject.” I said.
Addy lifted her head and spoke up from resting between my legs. “As the newbie, could I ask a few personal questions?” As I was saying... ‘always’ the twins chorused... ‘of course’.
Addy looked back at Maggie and Molly, “Could you talk about the origin of your special abilities?”
In that instant, a sudden gust of wind rattled the ship’s windows. We looked outside and saw one angry dark cloud producing a small squall on the ocean. I raised my eyebrows and said. “Wow, what foreboding timing! We just needed a clap of thunder.”
Everyone laughed, a little nervously, but then we returned to Addy’s question.
Molly sighed. “It started when we reached high school. At least that’s when we realized it. I was a softball pitcher, and Maggie was my catcher. No one could make solid contact with my pitches. The ball would hop up or down at the last split second as it crossed the plate. I was all-state as a sophomore, and we slowly realized the two of us were moving the ball slightly with our minds.
“As a sophomore, Maggie achieved all-state status in basketball. She’s an elite athlete, but developed the nickname ... Spooky.”
“Why Spooky?” Addy asked.
“She always got favorable bounces or rolls on her shots, whether they hit the rim or the backboard. It was spooky. It was then that we realized we had to quit high school sports.”
“Oh no, why would you quit?” Addy asked.
“Because it was not fair competition, and also, more importantly, in the age of super slow-motion videos, we became concerned that we would be caught.” Maggie offered.
Suddenly, a vision appeared before my eyes, not just a memory, a full-blown vision.
Maggie drove strong to the basket, was fouled hard as she released the ball. I watched her hit the ground, flat on her back, eyes never leaving the ball. The ball hit the bottom of the rim and somehow spun upwards, hung on the iron, and then dropped in.
“And that’s why they call her ‘Spooky’,” I heard someone mutter behind me.
I closed my eyes, pulled an arm off Maggie’s shoulder and rubbed my face, just as both Maggie and Molly squealed, “What the fuck?” in unison.
“Did you both see that?” Addy asked. “Damn, so we all saw it?”
“It’s like I broadcast a perfect vision of the day I met Maggie. Maybe it was Addy bringing it back? Has this ever happened to you before, Addy?” I shuddered.
“Don’t blame me. Never!”
“Damn, the Cymry gave me some memory technology I have in my suitcase, but I have to be wearing it. But I’m not wearing it, and how would you three see it too?” I wondered.
“Maybe only because we were touching you.” Molly speculated.
“Maybe it is a new ability you are developing?” Maggie offered.
Maggie moved to the edge of the bed, breaking contact with me and asked, “Shall we experiment? I’ll continue with the story.”
She sighed and blew a breath, “We knew we were developing abilities from our two Bloodlines cross breeding. We tried to hide them. But sports had given us an outlet, and without sports, the abilities manifested in other ways. Potentially violent ways. Luckily, we met Z as it was getting crazy. Z had his own abilities and could channel and control us...”
Molly chimed in, “And we both fell in love with him.”
“What the fuck!” Addy yelled. The vision was back again. I felt Maggie grab my hand.
The twins and I were up on Mt Hood. I staggered into a pine tree. Clawing the bark to stay upright. My ears felt wet, so I swiped one, looked and saw a smear of blood on my finger.
Then, somehow I recovered to turn and face them. The twins sank to the ground on their knees. Then, my rage pushed their faces down into the mud and pine needles. I was still standing ten paces away.
I slowly advanced toward the girls. Not touching them or helping them up. Wary of them all over again, “You fuckers tricked me. I believed in you. Then you tried to kill me!”
They both lifted their heads at the same time. Blood trickled from the noses and mouths. They were terrified. Molly was crying. Maggie stared at me. Spat out blood and said, “We had to know.”
“Had to know what!”
“If you were real! No one controls us!” Maggie said.
I responded, “How’s that working out for you now?”
Molly drooled blood and said, “If we were really trying to kill you, we’d have pushed you off a cliff.”
“You both attacked me. If I had been a normal human being, I’d be dead!”
Maggie said, “But we knew you were much more. We knew you had strength. We just didn’t know how strong.”
“And if you had won today?” I asked.
“Then we would have had a nice remote control toy to play with while letting everyone think you were in charge.” Molly responded.
“And to think I was falling in love with you both.”
“Your weakness, Z. You are empathetic. You care too much. But then the strength that came out of nowhere! It’s like you have two different men inside you,” Molly said.
“Or, he has a strong warrior spirit.” Maggie said.
“I cannot trust either of you now.” I said.
“We surrender, Z. We are yours now.” Molly vowed.
“Until the next time you try this.”
“Never again, Z. You almost killed us. Next time, I am certain you would,” Molly said.
Maggie added, “Please, Z! Never again will we challenge you.”
I took off my jacket, took off my t-shirt and shredded it into three pieces. Handed them both a piece. “Clean yourselves up.” My ears had bled very little.
I put on my jacket and zipped it up.
Both girls grabbed their throats, choking. Terror was in their eyes again. “I will not remind you again.” I heard myself saying. And they breathed again.
“Sweet Jesus! All three of you are terrifying!” Addy spoke and sat up, sliding to the foot of the bed.
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