Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 14

“It’s fucckking freezing in here,” Stephanie
repeated herself, and I couldn’t
stop my retort.
“That’s why they call it a freezer.”
She gave me a look, like I was the
idiot, but I just brushed it off. I
noticed her eyes were a light
blue, and she had really long
lashes.
I heard the door close behind us,
electronically latching, and
decided to quickly look for the
juice before we both froze.
“It’s right here, next to the–” I
cut off as the lights went off, and
Stephanie gave a small scream.
Before I could act or think I felt
her grab a hold of me, pinning
my arm to my side and shivering
from cold and fear. “Don’t worry;
the lights will come back on
shortly. The power shouldn’t stay
off long. Let’s see if we can find
the door.” It was a little hard
groping for the door one
handed, with her holding on
tight to me, and somehow I’d
become turned around, in the
meantime.
“I hate the dark,” she confided in
me. I patted her back in an effort
to calm her, And she pulled me
tighter to her body. I couldn’t
help but feel her bre*asts pressed
against my arm, and after a
moment I realized her crotch
was pressed to the back of my
hand. All of a sudden, I felt myself
growing hard, and a plan
hatched in my mind, as I finally
found the door.
“It’s locked,” I lied. “With the
power out, we’re locked in here
till it comes back on.” I could feel
her shaking against my body,
whether from fear or the cold I
wasn’t sure. “The good news is
that with the power out, it won’t
get any colder in here.”
“At home, when the power goes
out, my sister Stacy and I
comfort each other till it comes
back on.” I placed my free arm
around her waist, pulling her
tighter to me as I listen to her
talk. “Sometimes we’ll just hold
each other, and talk about
whatever comes to mind. My
parents say we’re two peas in a
pod, but that’s just silly. What else
would twins be?”
Stephanie has a twin? For a
moment I was tempted to start
using my ability on her, but then
thought better of it. I didn’t want
to get caught in here doing
something I shouldn’t be, and
have Mikel fire me, and the last
thing I needed was a bigger
headache. Besides, how much
sweeter it would be if I won her
over without making switches?
I let her continue talking, only
saying a little here and there,
letting our shared body warmth
fight off the chill room. I knew it
was helping to keep her calm.
“You don’t remember me, do
you?” Steph( i will like to start abbreviating her name.) asked
unexpectedly, and I wracked my
mind trying to figure out who
she was. She laughed, after I
remained silent for a few
seconds. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t
expect you to remember me with
the likes of Tina in the same
class, or even Prof. Jane.” She
must have felt me tense up then.

“Ha, I know all the men look at
the professor, and Tina is one of
the hottest girls in school.” She
laughed again, and I sensed
more than saw her look up at
me. “Do you know why I got a
job here?”
I shook my head before I realized
she couldn’t see me, and then
said, “Because the tips are really
good?”
“No,” she suddenly grew quiet
for a few seconds. “I probably
shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve
had a crush on you for the
longest time.”
“Me?” I blurted out. No woman
has ever had a crush on me that
I’d ever heard of. “Why me?”
“Why not?” She replied, matter-
of-factly. “I don’t go for the jocks;
most of them are assholes
anyway. I prefer a man that is
smart, and for some reason I like
pale skin, versus tanned. I
dunno,” she hesitated, growing
shy again, “I guess I also think
you’re rather cute.”
My heart was thumping in my
chest as she spoke. To say I was
shocked would be an
understatement. I was aware of
every inch of her body pressed to
mine, her legs around my left leg,
my left hand trapped between
my jeans and her soft khaki-
covered crotch, her bre*asts
heaving against my arm, and it
occurred to me that she was just
as nervous as I was.
Despite what she had just
revealed, I thought I was being
bold as I leaned my head down
to where I thought her lips might
be, and ended up kissing her
nose.

She giggled, and I thought it was
rather cute to listen to. I felt her
hands travel up my body to the
back of my head, turning it, and
then felt her lips touch mine.
Despite the frigid temperature in
here, I felt a delicious warmth
spread from where our lips
made contact, then travel
through my head, down into my
body, and ignite in my loins. I
had already been a bit hard, but
now it was throbbing in my
pants.

With the arm still around Stephanie,
I pulled her tighter to me,
deepening the kiss, when she
pulled away from me. “I can’t– I
mean, we shouldn’t,” her voice
was breathy, and suddenly I
became self conscious.

Was I a bad kisser? Did my
breath stink? These are the questions that kept popping into my agitated mind.