Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 8
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
I went to bed alone. Except I found Addy asleep in my bed. I should have known; I had given her that rule. Doris Alex and keli had gone down below to their rooms. I had forgotten to tell them they could remove their anal plugs ... oops.
Waking up to a blow job is a fantasy for half the world’s population. Fortunately for me, it is my reality. It wasn’t even a rule I had given Addy. Or anyone else ever sleeping in my bed. But it just happened. Most every morning. The best part of waking up is Folger’s in your cup? Oh, hell no.
As Addy and I walked down to breakfast, it was minus two plus four around the big table inside. Yeah, an area with way too much Grecian blue.
Absent so far were Doris Alex and keli. Everyone else was there, flight crew included. It was a buffet, so we had no stewards by design. A nice private breakfast, except for the four additional young women sitting around Tom and Armando.
Armando stood, “Z and Addy, I’d like to introduce...”
I interrupted, grinned and nodded to each woman one by one, “Hello Phoebe, Grace, Charlotte and Rachel. Sorry to hear about your delay in Miami. That must have made your trip here around sixteen hours? Next time, let me know and we’ll get you here in seven hours.”
“Damn Z! How did you do that? Okay, which one of you here told him?” Armando looked around, accusatorially.
With everyone shaking their heads, I asked, “Armando, do you think I would have anyone on this ship without being informed? My security is just that good. I had the information before y’all had walked from Abras to the ship last night.”
After a few chuckles and eye rolls, I introduced the women to Addy and asked how life at UCLA was going. Yeah, I knew one was not a student, but that was her cover, so I went with it. Antigua was a popular spot for Brothers and Siblings, drawing from Europe and the eastern US. From the West Coast? Not so much. But I’d be fixing that!
They had planned to meet a Brother from the UK, but those plans had fallen through at the last moment. Luck would have it, though, they were at Abras last night trying to salvage their vacation and met Armando. Two of the four women had included his Malibu beach house in their Brother tour.
“You are joining us for the rest of your vacation, right?” I asked.
“Z, I was going to ask you if that was possible...”
“Done deal. Ask a steward to get your bags out of your hotel and give you rooms on the ship. We have plenty of space. We will be going back to our place later in the week, but we have enough rooms there too.
“Oh! And no way are we letting you fly back home through Miami. Our jet is full, but I’m sure we can figure something out. It is only logistics.”
Phoebe attempted, “We couldn’t possibly...”
“Hush!” Theresa broke in. “Just leave it to us. Our Brothers will want you to be regulars here, and also come to our Flying V Resort in Eugene. You’re family.”
After sincere thanks from all, Addy and I grabbed food from the bar and joined in some pleasant conversation. Yep, four more good Siblings.
Everyone planned to go shopping and then out to lunch, as Maggie, Molly, and I had a meeting. Lisa announced, “Our Brother is paying for anything you find shopping. All his crested Siblings have cards, so just grab one of us.” Thus began another ‘crested Siblings of Z’ discussion.
Doris Alex and keli gingerly walked in ten minutes later wearing linen tops and skirts. After they finished introductions, Doris Alex asked, “Brother, what are Addy’s nicknames?”
Without thinking, I blurted Perky Tits and baby duck. Before I had said ‘baby’, Addy’s top had flown off as she jumped from her chair. Everyone laughed except the UCLA women, whose mouths dropped, then giggled. Addy’s chest was red as Molly explained the joke.
Then Doris Alex volunteered, “But now, keli has a new nickname!”
“What’s that?” Maggie asked.
“Eight.”
Everyone looked at me. It was my turn to blush.
“Who called this meeting?” I asked, as Molly, Maggie, and I leaned together on my bed in the gawd awful blue master suite. I had on a pair of black shorts; Maggie and Molly had stripped naked. We had also stripped the obnoxious swirly blue, white, and brown comforter from the bed. If someone had puked on it, you’d never know. And ... someone probably had.
Molly began, “Yesterday when we were talking with Addy here on this bed, the visions started happening. I got a terrible feeling we were close to having Hawaii and post-Hawaii visions crush us. So, I have a few things to explain to both of you.”
“I agree, Molly. We have things to discuss and work through. I think all three of us have held back some. We need to put our minds together as equals. So, no disrespect, Z, if you find us calling you Z.”
I nodded. “Understood. I have some things I have not shared yet, too. And while there are eight of us, first there were three of us; we are the core.”
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