Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 41

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 41

I shift closer to her and says, “I hope you don’t think less of me, but when I
saw Bent kissing his sister, it felt like lightning. . .
Wait. . . You called me Stacy.(*check the ending of the previous update*)” She turns to
look at me, eyes wide, and confused.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” A small smile raises
the corner of my mouth.
“How did you know?” Her excitement has turned
to trepidation(nervousness).
“I wasn’t sure until you just confirmed it, but
there are a few differences between you two.

You may look and sound the same, but you both feel
a bit different.” A part of me is angry for having
been played for a fool, but another part of me
knows I can’t be too angry with a woman I’d just
fvcked her toto.
“Don’t be angry,” Stacy pleads. “Stephanie was
too sore after yesterday, and I can understand
why.She knew you would want to do it again.”
She pauses to look at me shrewdly, before
continuing,
“No one has ever figured it out
before.”
“You’ve done this before?” I ask, shock
outweighing all other emotions.
“Not very much,” she concedes sheepishly.
“Only when one of us needs a break, though I
have to say, this is the best night I’ve had in
years, and I understand why my sister needs to
recover. I’m not going to be walking straight
tomorrow.” A mischievous smile spreads across
her face. “Let me know if you ever need a break
from Stephanie.”
The compliment isn’t lost on me, and I have to
laugh. I’ve just fulfilled many man’s (especially Nigerian guys) fantasy of
screwing sisters, though not at the same time. . .

.
That gives me an idea, but one that will have to
wait for another night. My head is really starting
to pound, and I’m exhausted after last night’s
treatment and having two great screwing
sessions.
“Don’t be mad at her, she really likes you,”
Stacy pleads with me again, as I drive her
home. Thinking of how Tina had acted after the
first time we’d screwed, I wonder if all women
lie.
“Liking someone requires trust,” I tell her, but
there is no bite in my words. “I would have
understood if she couldn’t fool around tonight.”
“You’re the real deal,” she asks? “We’re so used to
dealing with crooks, it’s really refreshing to be
with a gentleman.” I say nothing as Stacy
pulls out her phone, and I assume she is texting
Stephanie, because the twin meets us as I pull up. I
jump out, and run around to let Stacy out, still
trying to be the gentleman.
“Go easy on her,” Stacy whispers as she
steps out of my car, and gives me a quick peck
on the cheek.
“Stacy tells me you figured it out. How did
you do it?” Stephanie’s arms are tucked under her
breassts, breath misting in the cold air. She isn’t
wearing a coat, or a br*a by the look of it, so I
invite her into my warm car, before answering
her question.

I decide that my earlier comment about ‘like
requiring trust’ still holds and I DO like Stephanie.
“You and she may look the same, but you both
act and feel different during sexx.”
My words don’t seem to hurt her, but I can see
fear and worry in her eyes, backed by a steely
determination.
“Do you hate me?” The fear and trepidation in her
voice is impossible to miss.
“I’m not happy about being lied to. If you didn’t
feel up to doing anything, I would have
understood. I’m not an asshole, though
sometimes that works to my detriment.”
“No,” she says, placing her hand on my thigh,
“It’s one of the things I like most about you.”
I can’t help but add the next part.
“And then there
is the part where you sent your sister to have sexx
with me. What kind of a man would complain
about that?”
Stephanie laughs her wonderful musical laugh, and
I know that she knows I’ve forgiven her.

Apparently, I’m an easily forgiving person, at
least when sexx is involved. I don’t want to think
of what that says about me.

I walk Stephanie to her door, lending her my coat
for the short walk, and we kiss shortly before she
goes in.

I drive slow and careful, letting my mind play
over the day’s, and most particularly the night’s
events. All in all, I’m in a pretty good mood,
though I still don’t know what I’m going to do
about Tina. My conscience and pride want one
thing, but my mind and pricck fight for something
else. For now, I think avoiding her is still the best
action to take.

I crawl into bed, wondering how much sleep I’m
going to get tonight.

The flash of light before I enter Vage’s featureless
blue room, reminds me of my other problems,
but I have an idea to deal with Vage tonight.
Somehow my conscience doesn’t fight me on
this one. Maybe it is because she is an alien?
The pain is excruciating. I’m only dimly aware of
the light going from white to yellow before I lose
total consciousness.